#'while we're seeing our side. maybe we forgot. they are not alone'

[ravencromwell]

Into The Woods part 18 - No One Is Alone

[majinbangus]

I literally just wanted a sugar daddy/mama!au. Maybe I'll talk about sugar daddies!141 x sugar baby!reader after this. I am not an expert in sugaring, so bear w me here. readers age is not told either, but i imagine reader to be younger than price.

Times are tough; the 141 need funding the government isn't willing to cough up. Price's solution? Getting them a sugar mama.

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You never expected your profile to be picked. It was a silly thing you signed up for in a moment of weakness when you were feeling sad and lonely, wallowing after a messy break up. You even forgot about it after a week, throwing yourself in your self-made business, working when you didn't have to, but you needed to bury yourself in it. It's no surprise you forgot all about your little profile, but it is a surprise when you see a missed inquiry from a Mr. John Price about a day old.

Hello, darling. I've never been on this side of the message before, but my boys and I don't have many options, and I needed a solution fast. I saw your profile and I think you'd be a good match for us. We're a package deal, the four of us. You don't have to pay us exactly, we just need some funding for our work. My boys and I are willing to provide you with any type of company you desire. We don't mind sharing and we take care of what's ours. There are other little details we can go more in depth later, although I might not be able to tell you everything. I'd like to hear what you have to say and any questions you may have. Hope to hear from you soon, Capt. John Price

Everything about the message is... strange... to put it kindly, but you can't help but feel this Capt. John Price is being sincere. Maybe that's a naive, lonely part of you that's convincing yourself that the message is real and not some scam. Maybe you're desperate enough to believe someone- four someone's!- actually have an interest in you.

For what you can give them, but you're not entirely innocent either. This Captain Price- you assume he's military- said he and his boys will give you what you need, and if he's a man of his word, maybe they can distract you from all the noise in your head.

You stare at the message. It wouldn't hurt to take a risk, would it? You can always block the man if he ends up being a creep.

It takes you an hour to finally work up the nerve to craft a small message back to the man. It takes less than a minute for him to respond.

Glad to hear from you, darling. I'll tell you everything you need to know.

-

The rules are simple.

You fund them with enough money each month they need it for however long they need, and they'll give you all the companionship you want. Whether that's sexual or not is up to you. It doesn't matter to them, though John informed you that if it is sexual, you would need to discuss any limits with the other men yourself. With him, you got to briefly stutter through your likes and dislikes, and he did the same, after discussing all of the rules and expectations.

You don't know if you should be thankful or not when he listened with such intense focus. Like you were briefing him on a mission or whatever it is captains like him do. It makes you nervous. He makes you nervous. Not quite in a bad way, but you've never done this before. The idea of paying another person, well this task force, in exchange for some company to fill your pathetic void feels kind of... sad.

You almost talk yourself out of this whole crazy thing, but you're also kind of curious what could come of it. If John and his boys will really be able to distract you and make you forget how lonely you are.

Being alone, being lonely, never really bothered you before, but after your last relationship... It opened up some old wounds and this sugar arrangement could be the perfect distraction. If only for a while. You'll take whatever you can get at this point.

You look over the messages John sent you, lingering over the pictures he sent of him and the other three men. Well. Two men. John told you this Simon guy would show you his face himself if he wanted to. You don't know if it's a sexual thing or not or something else entirely. You were too afraid to ask, and you don't really know if you want to know. But the other three are handsome, if the pictures John sent aren't fake.

You're still not entirely sure you should trust him. Trust that you're not gonna get all your money stolen. The site you signed up on is reputable for sugar mamas and sugar babies. You couldn't find a bad review written about it. Only positive testimonies with positive outcomes. That could be suspicious in and of itself. Hopefully, you didn't make a mistake.

John said that he would meet you next week when he had time off. Alone. In a public space, but alone. He said he didn't want the boys to overwhelm you, and you're grateful for his consideration because you would have been overwhelmed if you met all of them at once.

You still have time to cancel, if the nerves get to you and you chicken out. John even told you you could back out any time you wanted. But. You want to do something different. You need to do something different. Get yourself out of your head and focus on anything else that doesn't make your mind feel like static.

These men can help with that. This'll be good for you. Probably.

As long as this doesn't end up with you mysteriously disappearing or getting murdered, you'll be content with whatever happens. Besides, it's good to do something out of your comfort zone, and what better way than becoming a sugar mama to four military men who can give you all the company and care you could ever want? Hell, that sounds weird to think about.

There are still little things you have to work around, such as their schedules, but John promised that at least one of them would always come when you called. Already, that gives you more comfort than he could ever know, and perhaps that's foolish of you, but it truly meant a lot when he told you that.

You scroll down to the last message John sent and feel something in your gut flutter.

Can't wait to meet you, Mama.

-

this might an anthology of sorts. maybe have some loose plot to it. idk.

[rizsu]

the aftermath of being turned into an ex jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru.

gojo's a man of commitment. if rounding up a ‘band’ to serenade you into taking him back is what'll do the trick, then he'll organize it.

+ extra. this is meant to be unserious dont attack me for mischaracterization n shi 😞

“we're done.”

“we are not!”

in the end, he got kicked out. due to the shame he felt by being kicked out of a house he once lived in, satoru actually leaves. don't party too soon though, he's going to come back within five hours.

the plan he had in mind was simple: go to the department store, buy some roses, a poster, led lights, a table, some chocolates, and hire a band. for this the budget will be endless.

you thought you got rid of satoru but little did you know that he still has his share of keys. with that trick up his sleeve, he unlocks the gate, sneaking in everyone and the props.

satoru wasn't able to hire a band, but he was able to get a substitute. you see, todo, inumaki, and yuuji have hidden talents. they can all play instruments and one can sing! he always knew there was a reason why he's proud of his students.

quietly, the four men set the stage that's actually your front yard. in the center holds the white table with a black satin cloth delicately placed on it. the three bouquets of roses sit beautifully on the table. some petals were picked out and carefully spotted as well. on the table's center held the chocolate and wine — your favourite wine, to be exact. the finishing touch is the led lights. they're circling the ground, illuminating it with a soft yellow glow.

at the right and left sides of the table are inumaki and yuuji. inumaki's holding a wooden guitar while yuuji holds the hand drum. todo's position is in front of the table but a little off-center. he's holding the microphone, ready to pour his heart out on the song.

the star, satoru, is the one in the center. one hand hides behind his back. it's holding another rose bouquet with hundred-dollar bills wrapped with the roses. his free hand holds his phone. as soon as the clock strikes 7:00PM, he's going to call you. everything should play out perfectly.

anxiously watching his wristwatch switch from 6:59 to 7:00, he immediately calls you. one, two, three, six rings later you answered.

“you. i forgot to block you.”

“excuse me?” satoru scoffs, “whatever, i'm not calling for that.”

“chop chop then. i don't have all night.”

“can you come outside?”

“no. i will be calling the police.”

“OH C'MON,” he whines, getting desperate. “please? after this i'll leave you alone. promise.”

“...”

yuuji painfully watches. he feels incredibly sorry for his teacher. he doesn't deserve this!

“i don't think this is going good,” yuuji whispers to the boys, moving his head side-to-side.

todo raises his fist, gesturing to the boys to have some faith. “let's put our hopes high.”

they watch satoru closely. his hand that held the phone dramatically dropped to his side. slowly, he turns his head to face the boys behind him. his face breaks their hearts. he's pouting with eyes nearing tears — a pain only males like them can understand!

before satoru can say something, the front door clicks open. as it swings open aggressively, you made yourself tonight's main star unwillingly. you were not dressed for whatever this occasion is. your front yard has been ruined, your ex is there, three of his students you've met a few times, and while they're in suits, you're in a fancy robe with fluffy indoor slippers.

your eyebrows crease together, just when did they do all of this?! maybe it's time to install cameras.

“satoru, what the fuck did you do to my—”

“shh, tonight it's just you and him,” todo cuts you off, switching the mic on and beginning his performance. inumaki tunes the guitar and starts stringing random strings in hopes that they sound good. yuuji follows by tapping a simple “dun-da-da-dun-dun” beat on the drums.

your mouth's now opened. baffled by the sight, you stood there motionless.

“i have died every day waiting for you~”

as todo sings, satoru walks up to you, cheekily smiling at your shocked expression.

you back away from him, eyebrows still furrowed at whatever's going on.

“darling, don't be afraid~”

at this lyric, satoru takes the opportunity to shove his phone back into his pocket and grab your wrist. although you attempted to wriggle free, you are no match for his strength. gently, he pulls you into the yard.

both your eyes lock on each other. you search his eyes for emotions, he searches yours for any signs of longing. it's not there, he thinks. he feels a pinch in his heart, but it won't stop him. sending you a wink, he pulls you closer to the table.

“i have loved you for a thousand years (ooh)~”

“seriously, what's all this bullshit?!” you whisper-yelled at him, using your other hand to point at the table.

satoru simply shrugs.

“i'll love you for a thou-sand more (ooh, yeah)~”

todo ends his singing, clapping along with the other two to end the performance. it was the most touching thing he's ever done besides gifting yuuji and his idol a trio matching keychains set.

satoru coughs three times in attempts to hide his laugh. this has probably been the most unserious yet serious he's ever been, but his perfomance doesn't end there. he still has something else to whip out.

“baby—”

“that's not my name,” you cut him off.

“anyway. as i was saying,” he stops, revealing the rose bouquet with multiple hundred-dollar bills. “all of these are yours.”

your eyes bulge, but you quickly regain yourself.

“i'm not going to be won over with some roses and money.”

“there's wine and chocolates too,” yuuji says, immediately shutting up after you shot him a look.

inumaki stands awkwardly. he feels immense second-hand embarrassment. to counter such feelings, he starts playing the guitar again.

satoru cups the side of your face with his hand. his thumb caresses your cheek as he locks his eyes on yours again.

“i was serious about not breaking up, y'know,” he softly speaks, “i know i'm pushing it and all that stuff but i don't think i can leave you.”

it's once again your turn to be speechless. at this point, you're sure that there's no way all of this is happening in one night.

since you won't take hold of the bouquet, satoru places it in your hand. to solidify it even more, he lifts your other hand to place a kiss on it.

“what level of romance is this?” again, yuuji speaks. this time, it's satoru who gestures him to quiet down.

inumaki's still playing the out-of-tune guitar, enjoying the way the wind gently blows. it's truly a beautiful night. under the full moon's light, you and satoru glow together.

todo gears up for another round of singing. he immediately does a dragged-out “ooh~” adlib. this, however, wasn't going to last as long as his previous one did.

“NO — no more, please. you have a wonderful voice but i've heard enough. please.” you turned around to todo, begging him to mute the mic and possibly himself.

“and you,” you turn back to face satoru, “clean this up, get the boys home safely, and then come back.”

after that, you walked back to inside your house with the bouquet, making it satoru's turn to be left speechless. he still didn't win you over with some roses and money (wine and chocolates too) but his stupid commitment to keeping the relationship is what did.

[aliciavance4228]

The Odyssey: Funny Moments

Most of you liked my "The Iliad: Funny Moments" post, so I decided to make this one as well.

1. When Telemachus asks Odysseus what kind of help they have for taking down the suitors, Odysseus basically says, "We've got Zeus and Athena on our side. Are you sure that'll be enough?"

2. "Brother, who blinded you?" "Nobody! Nobody did!" "...Then we're going to go back to sleep."

Taken to the logical extreme in a comic book adaptation where Odysseus and his men gave him fake names:

"Brother, who blinded you?"

"Nobody! Idontknow! Idontcare! Or maybe... Idontremember!"

"So that's why they called him Polyfool."

3. After his crew opened the bag of winds thinking it had treasure and caused a huge storm, Odysseus briefly considers suicide as valid as an option to preserving through hardship.

4. The sheer, mind-boggling, testicle-shriveling amount of crap that Odysseus and his crew get put through when trying to get back to Ithaca can be viewed as hilarious in a cringe comedy kind of way. By the time Odysseus gets home and realizes that his wife has been badgered and harangued by suitors for a decade one could be forgiven for thinking that his wanton slaughter of them all was less about their violation of guest rights and more just blowing off some steam on a morally unambiguous target.

5. When briefly visiting the Underworld, Persephone allows Odysseus to talk with his mother and other dead people. Odysseus is absolutely terrified of her and dreads staying too long and incurring her wrath, running back to his ship fearful that she'll sic Medusa's head on him.

6. One of Odysseus's crew randomly dies by falling off a roof after a night of heavy drinking. Everyone else gets to be killed by horrible monsters and the wrath of the gods, but he instead gets to be a posthumous reminder about the dangers of alcoholism. Even better, after his death he berates Odysseus for not burying him properly when our hero goes to Hades!

7. On the way back to Ithaca, Telemachus asks a favor of Nestor's son Pisistratus, and proceeds to invoke two generations of friendship to get some help dodging Nestor's aggressive hospitality.

8. Penelope asks a disguised Odysseus to interpret a dream she had. It turns out that during the dream, one of its characters explicitly explained what it all represented, and Odysseus just repeats it back to her.

9. While disguised as a human, Athena goes to the trouble of giving a plausible explanation for her departure... then promptly blows her cover by turning into a bird and flying away in front of a boggling Nestor and Telemachus.

10. Penelope's tricks against the suitors, of which the two best known are:

At one point, she told the suitors she'd choose her next husband after she'd finish weaving a burial shroud for Odysseus's father Laërtes... And every night, she'd undo her work. She strung them along for three years and would have continued had an unfaithful maid not exposed her.

On page we see her daring them to replicate one of Odysseus's feats: she put twelve axes on the ground so that the rings in the handle would align and gave them Odysseus' unstrung bow and arrows, and told them that whoever could use that bow toshoot an arrow through all the rings would be her next husband.She also forgot to tell them it was a recurve bow that the suitors wouldn't even recognize when at rest, let alone string.

A lesser-known ploy is when she calls out the suitors for freeloading off her husband's estate instead of courting her with lavish gifts. They rush to present her with gifts, while the disguised Odysseus watches with delight.

11. Athena's response when Odysseus fails to recognize her in disguise and tells her a backstory he came up with on the spot is essentially "That's my liar! There he is!"

Credits: TV Tropes

[ikyoudreamofme]

THE ONE I WONT FORGET

CW:smut,exbf!jake, drunken sex,oral(F receiving),f!ngering, overprotective!jake

Summary: you and Jake broke up a while ago but he's still in love with you and can't get over you. You and him haven't spoken since your break up until you see him at a Tara Yummy party.

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Jake's POV

Today was Tara's 1 million subscribers party she had planned this for a while before she actually hit 1M but it's finally happening.

I got out the shower towel around my waist water droplets dripping off my hair down my chest I towel dry my hair before putting on a pair of jeans, a vest top and a black fur jacket. I shout for Johnnie telling him we're leaving and walk towards my car driving to the venue.

Y/N POV

I walk into the party pulling the bottom of my dress down a little immediately going to find Tara.

"Tara!" I shout going up to her hugging her. "Congrats on one mill!"

"Thank you y/n!" she shouts smiling dragging me over to the bar to do shots with her. she asks for two tequila shots, the man nods at her grabbing two shot glasses pouring them equally, we pick them up smiling at each other before bringing the glass up to our lips our heads dropping back as we take the shot. The sharp burning sensation falls down my throat I pull the glass away grimacing, squeezing my eyes shut for a second as she does the same. "Jesus Christ Tara.." I say turning around resting against the bar I look away from her for a second towards the front door as it opens and two tall boys I recognise walk through. I turn my head away to listen to what Tara's yapping about then quickly look back realising who it is. My eyes widen seeing Jake walk in with Johnnie. Tara looks where I am and gasps. "Shit Y/N I forgot to tell you Jake was coming im so sorry." She smiles awkwardly.

"No it's fine he's your best friend of course you'd invite him." I say turning around asking the bartender for another shot. She nods walking off to say hi to Jake and Johnnie.

I take the shot before asking for a Vodka Cranberry and going off to find some more of my friend's drink in hand.

Jakes POV

I walk through the door my eyes falling onto my surrounding I look around for Tara instead they fall on the one girl I was not expecting to see y/n. we broke up months ago and I still can't get over her. I can tell she sees me because her eyes widen and she turns to look at Tara. I take a long breath in watching Tara walk over to me and Johnnie as y/n leans towards the bar,her dress riding up,getting another drink. I smile at Tara giving her a side hug she speaks "oh yeah y/n's here by the way I forgot to mention it."

I laugh slightly " I can see that" I reply look at y/n. Johnnie laughs before saying something to Tara. "He's still In love with her." I nudge his ribs indicating that he should stop talking.

"Shut up I am not!" I say lying but covering it up as best as I can. Johnnie and Tara laugh. "Suree." Tara says walking away. "Johnnie you're such a dickhead!" I say looking at him trying not to laugh myself. I go to look back at y/n and she's not there. I look around and spot her dancing with her friends, until her friend is replaced with a man. She turns around confused and lightly pushes his arms off her hips turning back around ignoring him. He puts his hands back on her holding her firmer this time. She turns around and says something to him grabbing his hands and pushing them off her once again. He steps close to her smirking, she looks around worried and scared not knowing what to do. He steps closer to her one more time his hands going to her waist, she pushes him back into a a group of people behind him. He grabs her wrist pulling her closer to him.

I walk over to them "is there a problem bro?" I say glaring at him standing I front of her slightly. "No,no problem shes just playing hard to get." He reaches his arm out to grab her. I grab his wrist. "Or maybe she wants you to leave her alone. Take the hint." I say letting go of his hand. "What are you her boyfriend or something?"

"That doesn't matter does it she doesn't want you so fuck off!" I shout stepping closing to him towering over him. The man mumbles under his breath storming away.

"are you okay?" I ask y/n turning around, we haven't spoke in ages. She nods and mutters a thank you. "Don't worry about it,it's okay. How have you been?"

"I've been alright. What about you?" She smiles. God her smile is gorgeous. I nod "I've been better you know." I can't just say that I miss her so much and I can't function without her. She looks up at me confused. "what do you mean"

"I mean I miss you y/n. So much."

"Jake... we broke up for a reason." I nod "I know, I know and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything."

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Y/N POV

I look up at him with a sad expression what do I do of course I miss him but it's not that easy. "I miss you too Jake but it's not that simple we can't just say we miss each other then be the way we used to be." He looks down at the floor and takes my hand. "Can't we just have another chance, another chance for us to work." he says softly look up from floor. I give in and grab his face pulling him into a deep kiss. He kisses me back his hands wrapping around my waist his tongue swiping along my bottom lip I part my lips slightly his tongue exploring my mouth. One of my hands go to his hair and tug on it sightly, he groans lowly pulling away. "I need you y/n. Like now" he pleads look at me. He grabs my arm dragging me to the closest bathroom pushing me in and locking the door behind him. He picks me up and placed me on the counter pulling me in for another kiss. His hands cradling my jaw. He kiss down my neck and collarbone leave dark purple marks he pulls down the straps of my dress, his arms snakes around my back unclipping my bra discarding of it somewhere in the room. His hands trail down to the bottom of my dress lifting it up over body throwing it to the floor. He stares at my boobs before taking one in his mouth sucking on it. I gasp as my hand goes to his hair. "I've missed you so much." I breathe out my head falling back against the mirror. He smirks and pulls away his hands going down to my thong pushing it to the side, his fingers slide down my wet folds as I moan. "you're so wet f'me." Jake mentions looking up at me. I nod quickly "only for you Jake.." He slides his fingers into me and I moan loudly. His other hands goes to my mouth covering it muffling my moans he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me faster I squeeze my eyes shut. His mouth attaches to my clit sucking on it. My legs wrap around his shoulder, heels digging into his back my moans and whimpers silenced by his hand. I can feel my self getting closer my hand goes to his. He removes his hand from my mouth " I'm so close Jake." I whimper and he stops removing his fingers from me. He shakes his head saying "not yet ma." I groan rolling my eyes.

He unbuckles his belt pulling his trousers down along with his boxers. He pulls my arm slightly. I jump down from the counter as he turns me around bending me over the sink. I look up and see him behind me in the mirror.

He pumps himself a few them before lining up with my entrance. Jake's slams into me harshly I gasp as his jaw falls slack. He thrust into me harder and faster. My hands gripping on the edge of the sink. I moan loudly. "Fuck! Jake.."

"does that feel good?" He says pulling my hair pulling me up, my head on his shoulder as he continues his punishing thrusts. I nod "it feels s'good. So good!"

He laughs moving my head to the side kissing me. "Who makes you feel this good y/n?" He asks pulling back from the kiss. "You Jake, only you!" I shout. His hands wrap around my waist holding me up. "Look at you y/n moaning f'me.fucking slut." I moan at his words nodding vigorously. His thumbs rubs on my clit sending me over the edge. I whimper and my hand reaches behind me to slow him down, he grabs my wrist pinning them behind my back. "Fuck Jake! I'm gonna cum please!" I shout my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Cum f'me baby." The knot in my stomach snaps as I cum. If he wasn't holding me up I would collapse on the floor. Jake thrust get sloppier until he pulls out pushing me onto my knees pumping himself before coming in my mouth.

                           ~~~~

Jake's hand reaches out pulling you up placing you on the edge of the sink. “So second chance?” Jake asks you. “yeah.” You nod. “good because I could never forget you y/n” Jake’s says pulling in for a kiss before picking up your clothes.

[endlessnightlock]

I began a story for the This Would Have Happened Anyway Challenge but didn't get it done in time to submit it. So I wrote a little more, and maybe you would call this a drabble? I don't know. I'm posting it here because it's a drop of water in my personal writing desert.

In Panem, canon-divergent. Everlark married instead of Quarter Quell Reaping.

"Are you coming downstairs soon?" 

Katniss is standing outside our bedroom door, watching me, her hand pressed to the frame, half in, half out. I was startled at her voice, unaware of her presence, and she smiled at the reaction. We've only been married and living together for a few weeks, and it's reassuring she knows me so well. It makes me feel better about our situation. 

I wasn't startled because it was Katniss there, catching me off guard—it was a knee-jerk reaction. I tend to get lost inside my head and zone out, and after years of Mother's insults (are you stupid? Why didn't you answer me?) slung my way like daggers, defense is my natural response. 

Licking her lips, she shrugs. "Your brother is here."

Ah. Now I know precisely why Katniss sought me out. At the ridiculous wedding reception thrown for us by President Snow, Rye pulled me aside to tell me he was planning to come by once we had a few days to settle in. Bring over some of my things from the bakery and a few things our parents want me to have now that I am a married man. Or a forcibly wed, frightened seventeen-year-old. You know, whichever way you choose to look at it. I digress. Katniss and I didn't choose this route. But I love her; she cares for me, and we're keeping our families safe. 

Back to Rye. He and I discussed it moments before our families left to catch the train back to Twelve—because even a victor's relations are limited on time they're allowed outside the District. This conversation was weeks ago, and I forgot about it. The memory lapse isn't like me, but I think it can be forgiven, considering how difficult it is to breathe under President Snow's intense scrutiny. I don't know how we'll spend the rest of our lives under his thumb. Who knows. Maybe we won't live long enough to find out. 

"Oh. Okay," I say. My eyes flit from Katniss's profile to the sketchbook in my lap. I feel like I need to collect my thoughts before seeing my brother. "Would you tell him I'll be down in a few minutes?" I venture. It's more a question than an answer.

She frowns. That's her answer: a firm no, Peeta. I won't hang out alone with your brother while you keep drawing. "Do you want me to send him up?" she suggests—more of a threat than a question.

"No, just give me a minute," I say, carefully closing up and laying my sketchbook on the side table before sliding off the mattress. I don't want to be cornered by my brother in our bedroom. Rye's itching to badger me with questions I sure as hell don't have any answers to.

She groans, and I laugh under my breath. If we were close enough, she'd pinch my side or smack my arm for finding humor in her misery. My family is standoffish with Katniss, and her response is in kind. "I'll wait for you," she says. 

Of course, she will. I'm like a security blanket for her.

"Well, don't just stand there gawking at me from the doorway," I say, bending over and grabbing yesterday's pants off the floor. I should have been up and around hours ago, but last night was horrible, and it took forever to fall asleep. 

"Fine," she says, stepping inside the room and pulling the door mostly shut behind her, keeping her eyes averted until I buckle my pants over my undershorts and put on a clean shirt. I raise my eyebrows in amusement. 

We're still dancing around each other. Not used to these close quarters. Sharing the same bedroom, sleeping in the same bed. Dressing in front of each other. Maybe I should make an effort to cover up more. I don't know. Being in my underclothes doesn't bother her when we go to bed. We curl around each other, seeking solace in each other's arms, keeping the darkness at bay. It's not the blackness of the night but rather those dark thoughts invading our minds like wind in the trees. Unpredictable, tangible.

"You don't have to look away. I don't mind if you see me," I remind her.

"Yeah, yeah. We've had this conversation before." 

That makes me smile.

"Are you going to yammer on or go into the bathroom and brush your teeth?"

Playfully, I cup my hands in front of my mouth and blow air into them. "Hmmm. Maybe I should leave them be. My morning breath might be enough to keep Rye from showing up here unannounced."

Katniss rolls her eyes. "I doubt that. Boys are gross."

She's not wrong. I've smelled much worse than Rye's bad breath living at home with my family. When we were still in wrestling, he'd pin me to the floor, squat over my head, and fart in my face. I shudder at the memory.

"What?" she asks.

I wave her question off. "Believe me. You don't want to know. You could go ahead and head downstairs—I'll only be a minute, I promise."

"Uh, no. I'll wait for you."

[mcflymemes]

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #7

if you want to stop by and finish this conversation, you're welcome anytime.

you really believe your little story's gonna make a difference when there's a gun to our heads?

it was dreadful of me to even suggest it.

one day you'll meet someone and it'll literally take your breath away.

i thought somebody stole it.

so it's always just about sex, then?

welcome to new york!

you really are something.

i'm ready to be done with this.

oh, i'd like that.

and i thought i performed the perfect murder.

we're not together.

we made history today.

how does a man get shot from the front and have the body land here?

we've been over this before.

the whole country is watching you. they just don't know it.

be careful with that thing.

there are only bad options. it's about finding the best one.

i'm starving.

here. buy yourself a personality.

i'm gonna leave this coat in the car.

i took this meeting out of respect, because i wanted to say no to your face.

what is it about me that you find so irresistable?

it's gonna haunt you for the rest of your days.

you won't be alone.

i've been in love. i went down the rabbit hole.

i really have to stop buying into this bullshit hollywood cliche of true love.

remind me never to play poker in this town.

no one will think less of you.

you know what i discovered?

you can walk away.

my ears pop in an elevator.

let me clear your head up for you. i had absolutely nothing to do with the crime.

in your condition, i should call the police.

i knew you could do it!

why do i get the feeling this is the first real commitment you've ever made?

you have a boat?

if we wanted applause, we would have joined the circus.

maybe i'll give it to you.

this is what i do. i get people out. and i've never left anyone behind.

you know i love you, don't you?

you got a gun on you?

i'm trying to explain something that is not explainable.

you've been checking up on me.

i really don't have any choice.

i would like you to bullshit me.

could you do me a favor?

you are trespassing. get down from the sign.

this is the best bad idea we have.

what, you guys going out now?

sometimes a man has to be big enough to see how small he is.

whatever i hear, i won't believe.

would you order me something while you're there?

why in the shit would we do that?

i saved myself.

i wouldn't qualify for that.

i don't remember having a good time.

don't fucking shoot anybody.

i'm just doing my job.

this is your last warning.

are you trying to make me mad?

why are you telling me this?

then why the hell did you agree to do it?

do you want to live here?

you've got a good ear for music.

what an unpleasant surprise.

i hope you were watching carefully.

no, we're just friends. we're messing around a little bit.

brace yourself. it's like talking to those two old fucks on the muppets.

i've been poor my whole life.

how's someone supposed to make a living here?

how the fuck have you managed to stay out of prison for a year?

how are you doing today?

i'm not here to pry into your personal life.

how keen of you to notice.

who's the target audience?

i'm tired of the way they look at me.

now if we get separated, i'll know where to meet up.

i like this side of you.

you say one more word, and i'll cut you down right here.

i'm not gonna kill you. not like this.

we did suicide missions in the army that had better odds than this.

you want me to be honest with you?

i didn't know, but i'm always glad to hear that.

you'll fit right in.

give me your pants!

i forgot to add the iced tea.

why don't they ever make a movie about what happens after they kiss?

where did you find that? i've been looking all over for it.

[dearestaussiechannie]

♡ Will You Be My Girlfriend? ♡ — Seo Changbin, Bang Chan

word count: 2.9k paring: Chan x afab!reader x Changbin genre: fluff warnings: afab!reader, alcohol consumption, f2l!au, fluff, two way relationship, confession, harassment at the beginning (Changbin chases them away), pet names (Angel-Chan, Princess-Changbin, sweetheart-creeps), Changbin and Chan both have a crush on you and you have a crush on both of them, if I forgot anything let me know

Your friends were supposed to meet you at the club almost an hour ago and no matter how many times you checked your messages all you had gotten was “We’re on our way right now.” from Chan almost an hour ago. It wasn't like him to leave you in the dark like this and you hadn't even heard from Changbin. Maybe they were stuck in traffic or got caught up with their other friends.

Either way, it pissed you off. You were the only one here for your birthday and you're eight drinks in, on your ninth when the alcohol started taking effect. You grumble when the two stools on either side of you are suddenly taken up by two men you didn't know. When you get up to walk away, someone grabs your hand and pulls you back into your seat.

You look over and see someone maybe a year older than you and on the other side, someone older than him. “Where are you going sweetheart? We just got here.”

“Sorry I'm not interested.” Is all you spit at them, trying to walk away before you're forced to sit once again. “You see, that's not what I asked. It's not really like you have anyone to run off to here because we've been watching you all night and you've sat right here, alone. So, why don't you let us take up your time?” The older one says, close to your ear as you can feel someone's hand on your lower back, pulling at your dress material. Now panic starts to kick in because they weren't wrong. You were here alone and your head was extremely clouded thanks to the alcohol you'd been chugging since you got here.

You start to squirm in your seat, trying to get their hands off of you as they both move in closer, whispering into your ears even though you couldn't make out what they were saying over the music and the blood rushing into your ears. Finally all your squirming pays off as you feel their hands fall off you, standing quickly and rushing towards the door as fast as your drunk legs would carry you. You make it outside only to feel their arms wrapping around your waist and hearing their laughs. “Good idea to get out of there, we shou-” the man is cut off by a sudden shout. “Y/n!” a familiar voice finally shouts, making the other men quickly look over their shoulders while trying to walk away with you. “Sorry Mates, you've got the wrong gal.” The younger man says as his hand holds your hip tighter while you're staring across at your friends who've now closed the distance. Chan looks at you then to the strangers on your sides, Changbin giving the scariest glare you've ever seen him give anyone that wasn't JYP.

“Channie.. Binnie..” You whisper, words slurred as you stumble trying to get closer to them. This makes the hands on you tighten and you whine since their grip is starting to leave bruises. “Yeah, absolutely not.” Is all you hear before you are being pulled by your forearm away from the strangers to behind Chan, Changbin now stepped between the two groups, yelling at them. “Hi Angel, sorry we're late but it looks like we got here at the right time…” Chan whispers as he cups your cheeks and makes you look up at him. He could tell you're drunk just by how long it takes your eyes to meet his.

Changbin has chased the others half way down the block before coming back over, breathing heavily as his arms wrap around you. “Fucking creeps.. Hi princess.. happy birthday..” He lets you go before rubbing your back and looking across to Chan, talking amongst themselves as you just lay your head against Chans chest. Your face feels warm and your heart is pounding while you make fists in the material of Chans shirt, becoming extremely dizzy as your legs give out. 

Luckily, Changbin catches you before you hit the ground, picking you up bridal style. “Time to go home.” He whispers to you, resting his cheek against your forehead before looking at Chan who's already pulling up the gps to get back to your apartment. He puts you in the backseat of the car before climbing in beside you with Chan in the driver seat, getting ready to take you home. Slowly, you crawl into Changbins lap, sitting quietly as you lay your head onto his shoulder, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist to keep you safe in that spot. Your head starts feeling heavy as you can hear the other two talking but you can't understand them, drifting to sleep due to your intoxication.

Eventually, you're woken up by Changbin shaking you a little bit and the sound of keys jingling. As you look around, you recognize the hallway in your apartment building and your front door. “Dude, you have a key to her apartment?” Changbin whispers as Chan opens the door and laughs softly. “Yeah, are you jealous?” Chan spits back, pushing the door all the way open so that Changbin can walk inside sideways with you in his arms. You feel Changbins heart jump but you don't see his face turning red as he grumbles. “Shut up..”

Slowly, you look over Changbins shoulder to see Chan walking in behind Changbin and he catches you looking at him. He winks before shutting the door and locks it. What's this feeling in your chest all of a sudden? Chan has done this many times before so why is your heart suddenly skipping a beat? Your thoughts shift as you suddenly feel the plushness of your couch against your back, pouting as Changbin puts you down, holding onto him tighter. “Nooo Binnie, wanna stay in your strong arms..” you drunkenly babble as you look up at him. ‘Why is his face so red?’ You think to yourself before simply chalking it off due to him having to carry you so far. 

“Angel, take your shoes off while I get you water.” Chan says from the kitchen making you nod even though he can't see you. “Here princess, I'll help you since these heels have a buckle, okay?” Changbin whispers to you, smiling as he crouches down and takes off your heels. You smile, threading your fingers into his hair as he puts your shoes by the table, scratching his scalp gently. He makes a small noise before Chan walks back into the living room, taking your attention from him. 

“Channie~” You slur before standing up with a wobble, trying to get closer to Chan only for him to wrap his arm around you and sit you back down on the couch. “Shhh angel, Channies right here. Sit down and drink this water for me while I go get you something to change into.” He says before rubbing your cheek once you take the cup, noticing the way that your face gets red. “Actually, I'll do that okay?” Changbin says before standing up quickly rushing into your room. He needed a moment to get his bearings back after feelling your hand in his hair.

You and Chan are left in the living room, him rubbing your back as you drink your water. He picks up a hair tie from your coffee table, gently pulling your hair out of your face and putting it into a loose ponytail. Once he's done, he rubs your cheek again before taking the empty glass from you and putting it on the table, pulling your head onto his shoulder. “I'm really sorry you had to go through that earlier.. We were late because Changbin couldn't figure out what to wear. I don't know what we'd have done if we'd gotten there just a minute later..” He whispers to you, hand rubbing your back again softly.

Changbin searched through your closet, looking for something comfortable when his eyes landed on something quite shocking. When did you get one of his shirts? Do you have any of Chans shirts? He takes it out and lays it on the bed before grabbing a pair of your sweat pants, putting it with the shirt. He comes out of your room, eyes finding you on the couch curled into Chan making his stomach curl into a knot. He's usually not the jealous type, but since he found out that Chan also liked you, he cant fight the feeling off. “Clothes are ready… Are you gonna be able to change without falling down?” He asks, concerned since he knew that your legs were weak after you fell earlier.

You nod before slowly moving from your spot beside Chan, walking over to your bedroom door where Changbin was standing. “Mm.. should be fine but can you unzip my dress for me?” you ask Changbin, turning your back to him and moving your hair over your shoulder. His face becomes bright red as he does as you ask, hearing Chan laugh from across the room once you're inside the bedroom with the door shut. He walks over and takes a seat beside Chan, running his hands over his face. “Why'd you run to get her clothes? Wanna snoop through her closet?” Chan asks as a joke, making Changbin grown. “No.. while I was taking her shoes off for her, she moved her hand into my hair and scratched at my scalp and I just needed a minute.. You know?” Changbin answers him, throwing his head back against the couch. “Poor poor Changbin.” is all Chan says back, patting the others shoulder.

The two of them wait for you to come back patiently, but when 20 minutes pass without you making a sound, they walk over to your door and knock softly. “Angel? Are you okay in there?” Chan asks, voice a bit loud since the door is shut. No answer. “Princess? Can we come in?” Changbin asks, pitch matching Chans from before. Still no answer. They look at each other before slowly opening the door, only to find you curled up in your bed under the blankets. Your dress from before was thrown on the floor with your bra and the sweats Changbin had sat out for you. Seeing this makes Changbins face turn a deep shade of red for what felt like the millionth time tonight before looking over to Chan, noticing the way he's looking at your sleeping state in admiration, tapping his shoulder before pointing at the sweats. “She has no pants on… we should shut the door Chan.” Changbin whispers before taking the handle and shutting the door.

The two walk back into the living room and finally see the time. “It’s late.. Are we gonna just stay here and sleep on the couch?” Changbin asks as he looks over at Chan who's already getting comfortable on the couch with one of the blankets thrown over the armrest. “That's the plan.. Don't wanna leave her alone just in case she starts getting sick.” Chan replies before closing his eyes and crossing his arms. Changbin copies him as he takes his place in your recliner after grabbing the extra blanket, both soon falling asleep.

The sun comes through your curtains the next morning, dreading you with the reality of a hangover. Slowly, you get out of bed and go to the bathroom for a quick shower, brushing your teeth and washing your face. You dry off and put the shirt that you had on back on, not wanting to search for a new one, getting fresh underwear before walking into your living room only to be met with Chan coming out of your kitchen with a plate, assuming he made breakfast. He looks you over quickly before turning around when he notices you have no pants on. “Good morning angel, I made breakfast.. Changbin is also still here and asleep in the recliner..” He says, making you look around and notice Changbin starting to stir and rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. All you can do is squeal before running back into your room and slam the door shut.

The sudden bang makes Changbin quickly sit up, looking around in shock as he thought you may have fallen down. “What was that?” Changbin asks, standing up and walking over to Chan only to be met with his smiling face, making Changbin frown his eyebrows. “Chan?” he asks quietly “She's awake and um.. In shock?.. I just saw her in her underwear so she's a bit shaken up.” Chan answers him, looking down at his plate of food before walking over to the table and starts eating. Changbin looks towards your bedroom door with wide eyes, sighing as he shakes his head before walking into the kitchen to get himself some of the food Chan had made, making you a plate as well, walking over to the table and putting them down.

Eventually, you come back out of your room, now with a bra and pants on, locking eyes with Changbin this time. “Good morning princess, I made you a plate.” Changbin says softly as he points to the plate for you, noticing that you still have his shirt on. Slowly, you walk over and sit down, eating in silence, refusing to look up at Chan as you eat, playing with your food slightly. “Stop it, y/n. No need to be nervous around me. I’ve seen you in a bikini before so just think of it like that, yeah?” Chan says, throwing you off slightly when he uses your name instead of the nickname he normally calls you. You look at him, face flushed red while he stares at you. “Sorry Chan, this is just a little different than that.. You know that.”

The conversation ends there, everyone finishing their food and making their way into your living room where all of you curl up on the couch, flipping through movies. Changbin pulls you closer to him, threading his fingers with yours as he watches the movie, missing the way you look up at him. This grabs Chan's attention and he leans over and whispers into your ear. “You know, he has the biggest crush on you.” Is all he says before sitting up straight and turning his attention back to the movie. You blush as you look up at Changbin, studying his features until he looks over at you with a smile. “Yes princess?” he whispers to you, not wanting to talk over the movie. “Can I ask you something?..” you whisper back to him, making his heart jump out of his chest as he nods slowly. “Of course, anything.” He whispers before looking over at Chan, who is smirking as he rubs his chin.

“Does Chan like me?..” You ask, looking up at Changbin, noticing how all of his features suddenly fall, making your heart suddenly sting. He looks down to where your hands are locked before he clears his throat as quietly as possible, looking back up at you. “Um.. yeah he does.. He has for some time now but he didnt wanna say anything..” He whispers, eyes falling back down to your hands. You smile at the realisation that both men beside you feel the same way towards you that you feel towards them. You nod your head as you stand up, walking over and standing in front of the tv while both of them just stare at you before glancing at each other then back to you. “Angel?” Chans voice breaks the silence as he sits up straight, unsure of what's happening right now. “Yes.” is all you say back to him, making them both even more confused. “Yes?” This time it's Changbin, looking over to him and smiling as you fiddle with your fingers.

“Changbin… I like you.. A lot and I have since you showed me that hidden spot near the park…” You say as you look at him, seeing that he's smiling brightly, standing up to walk over to you but stops when you put your hand up and it makes him sit back down. “But.. I also really like you too Chan.. I’ve liked you since your last birthday..” you add, looking over at Chan to see that he's also now smiling. “Well, I don't mind sharing. I think Changbin is the only person I'd be okay sharing you with because I know he's been so devoted to you for so long.” Chan responds, looking over at Changbin, laughing slightly at the look on Changbins face.

“Binnie?..” You say, trying to get his attention as you walk over and sit down on the table in front of the couch. “Yes? I mean, I’d be okay with it as long as you don't show him more attention than me.” He says and you can't hold back the laugh before grabbing his hand, taking Chans into your other hand. “So.. I'm waiting~” You say looking between the two of them with a big smile, making Changbins heart melt and Chan wants nothing more than to take a picture of it right now. “Will you be my girlfriend?” They ask at the same time, looking over at each other and laughing slightly before looking back to you. “I’d love to~” You answer both of them, sitting back down between them, feeling the couch dip in as they both move closer to you, looking over at Changbin and kissing his cheek before doing the same to Chan.

You smile as they both hold your hands, Changbin playing with your fingers as he watches the movie again and Chan running his fingers over your knuckles before bringing your hand up to his lips and kisses it gently. You must be the luckiest girl in the world because not only is Seo Changbin your boyfriend but so is Bang Christopher Chan.

©️ dearestaussiechannie, all rights reserved.

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[saskiahaggens]

𝓜𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

Masterlist

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Warnings: death

Word count: 1713

I used some references of one or two Tiktoks, Welcome to Gravity Falls and maybe some more I forgot about. It's an older story from my Wattpad account and since I hadn't much time I just translated it, so the quotes might be wrong.

Minho and Y/n were inseparable. Since she arrived at the glade with a few other guys they always stayed together.

»»--« »--««

"Hey, did you call Gally a bitch?" asked Minho after he approached Y/n.

A bit further away you could here Gally screaming and other people tried to calm him down.

"Yes! He eat our chocolate." Y/n defended herself while crossing her arms over her chest.

"Hey you can't- This bitch stole our chocolate?!"

"See! As if he couldn't have asked."

"As if we would have given him some."

»»--« »--««

"Y/n!" Minho yelled as he ran up to her.

Y/n didn't move an inch. Instead, she tried to finish her conversation with Alby as soon as possible.

When he drew closer, he shouted again, "Piggyback ride!" and leaped on the back.

Y/n stumbled briefly, but she was able to support Minhos' weight.

"Alright Alby, see you later! Y/n and I are out! Off to freedom!" Minho punched the air in celebration, while Y/n remained still.

Minho repeated the action rather than giving up. "I said, 'Off to freedom.'"

Y/n just shook her head and tried to throw Minho off her back, before leaving him in the dust as she headed to the kitchen.

Alby, on the other hand, simply rolled his eyes and walked away. He still held back his laughs. He'd become accustomed to yours and Minhos' stupidity.

»»--« »--««

"What's the matter, Minho?" Y/n chuckled and nudged his side. "Are you scared?"

The black-haired runner was nervous since it was the first time they were alone in the maze.

"As if. I'm-," Minho began.

"Yes, you are," Y/n chuckled, poking his side again.

"No I- Ow! Stop doing that, Y/n." He tried to swat her hand away.

Both of them froze, when they heard a loud growl in the distance. Y/n grabbed Minhos' arm and attempted to hide behind him. He would have made fun of her if he hadn't been so terrified back then.

"What was that?" Y/n questioned. "Was that your stomach?" she asked, much calmer than before.

"No. My stomach normally makes whale noises," he explained.

Y/n placed her ear on his tummy and listened just to be sure.

"Wow. Majestic."

»»--« »--««

"I'm not adorable. I will fight against you at the next bonfire," Minho stated and pretended to be taller than Gally. "We will see who is adorable then. Come on, Y/n, we're leaving."

His nose began to tickle just as he was about to take the first step away from Gally.

"Pfu," he sneezed softly.

"Aww, you sneeze like a kitten," Y/n said with a smile.

"Shut up, maybe he didn't hear it."

»»--« »--««

"Hey Newt! Did it hurt when you fell form heaven? 'cause it sure hurt when I did," Y/n wiggled her eyebrows.

"Did you just hit on yourself?" the blonde asked a bit confused.

"Yes she did and you have become irrelevant. Goodbye," laughed Minho while he lifted Y/n up as if she was nothing and sat her on his shoulders, before he walked away.

"What the bloody hell was that?" the second in command asked, more to himself then anybody else.

»»--« »--««

"Finally! We have the bonfire all to ourselves!" Y/n laughed, a little tipsy from Gallys' moonshine.

The rest of the gladers already went to sleep, so that only Y/n and Minho were left.

"What do you say? Dance party?"

"Y/n I-"

"Doesn't sound like a no for me~" she sang and began to dance with Minho.

»»--« »--««

"Stop him!" Y/n screamed to Newt, who was watching Minho and the girl run up to him.

"Jeez Minho, what did you do?" he asked when he came to halt in front of his friend.

"I- Wait what? Nothing!"

"Ha, tag! Your it!" Y/n called and poked his shoulder, before sprinting away.

"Look what you've done," Minho pouted, as he followed the girl.

»»--« »--««

"Dips on the top bunk!" they both shouted at the same moment, leaping onto the bunkbed.

"Jinxed and now get out," both of them said again at the same time and started a little fright.

"If you don't stop, they'll kick us out again," Newt moaned as he flung his pillow to break up the fight.

"Jokes on you. I will keep that," Y/n stuck out her tongue while trying to make herself comfortable.

"Y/n, get your ass out of my face!"

"Get your face out of my ass," she hissed as she smacked Minho with her pillow.

At one point, they just sat across from one another and just stared.

"I won't move."

"That's fine with me, Min-Min."

The next morning, Y/n awoke with a mustache on her face, much to everyone's delight.

"I was going to ask where you got the sharpie from, but I'm more intrigued in how I - as the only girl here - have more beard than all of you guys together."

Everybody went silent and with a proud smile Y/n went to get some breakfast.

»»--« »--««

"Wake up, common Minho!" Y/n screamed, concerned.

After they escaped Wicked, a lightning struck Minho as they ran away from a storm.

"Am I dead? Is that hell?" Minho murmured, and Y/n finally allowed herself to breathe again. "How do I look?" he asked, touching his hair.

"As ugly as always. Now get up," Y/n smiled and offered her hand to him.

»»--« »--««

Y/n watched the sunrise from the rooftop of the 'rebels' quarters, or whatever they were called.

"Hey," Newt said quietly as he sat down next to her.

Y/n just got into an argument with Thomas. It was about the plan to save Minho after he was kidnapped by Wicked once again. When she realized she wasn't herself, she left the room to prevent more damage. Newt had a feeling something was up, so he followed her.

"I need him. I need Minho," she whispered back, with tears in her eyes. "I'm scared." She drew up her sleeve, revealing the dark veins that wandered down her lower arm.

Newt remained silent for a minute before pulling her into a hug and eventually saying something to her. "I promise we'll get him back."

»»--« »--««

"Minho!" Y/n called out happy, when they realized who was standing in front of them.

They searched the whole headquarters to find him and now he was saving their lives. All of them quickly hugged each other, because at least for Y/n it was the last hug of this kind.

"Is this real?" he asked still a bit worried, while watching his three best friends.

"As real as your ugly hair," Y/n smiled.

»»--« »--««

"Just go without me," Y/n said as she realized her legs were no longer moving.

"Forget that idea right now. We will not abandon you!" Minho screamed above the gunfire and explosions.

"Minho, she is right. You, Gally, and Newt are going to get the serum. Get back as soon as possible. Otherwise, we won't be able to get there in time," Thomas agreed.

Minho nodded, knowing he was right, but he couldn't leave the girl behind, whose condition was deteriorating by the second.

"Keep on fighting. We will return in a moment," He muttered in her ear and kissed her on the cheek before approaching Gally, who only nodded in her direction.

Newt instantly approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Please stay safe, okay? Could you please give this to him, if I don't make it?"

When he didn't move, Y/n did the only thing that came to mind. "Please Newtie... please," she cried.

Knowing she would have done the same, he took the necklace and kissed her hand as he took it and whipped her tears away.

"Stay strong."

"I'll tell Alby you were a great leader," she said one more time before a pain rushed through her body and she coughed up black mucus.

"We can do this, Y/n.", she suddenly heard Thomas next to her, realizing that the others were gone.

"Please watch out for them... and yourself. You've all been through hell, and you deserve to be happy."

Thomas examined her before deciding what to do. He drew Y/n to her feet and began following their friends.

»»--« »--««

But it was all for nothing when the girl's lifeless body dropped to the ground. Thomas couldn't bear the look on Minhos' face so he left to get Teresa, still shocked and heartbroken about what happened moments ago.

"Y/n," Minho said as he sank down next to her. "I was to slow right?"

When he carefully closed her eyes, he yelled out her name in pain not even feeling Newt's touch on his shoulder.

"It's not your fault, Minho," Newt embraced him gently.

"I never told her that I loved her," he cried.

Newt and Gally were at a loss on what to do. How could they help Minho if the only person who could, was no longer alive?

»»--« »--««

Dear Minho,

I simply wanted you to know I wasn't scared. At the very least, not from death. When I first felt the flare running through my head, I was afraid about forgetting you. I thought about you every night. How you spat water in Albys' face because I made you laugh, or one of our countless other stories. I want you to make new memories like this with the others. I might not be there for you, but Newt, Thomas, Fry, and even Gally will be there, alright? I believe you can do this. I want you to be happy, Min-Min, because you deserve it, and I don't want you to have any regrets. Regardless of the fact that you never told me about your feelings or that I'm unable to sit next to you right now. Are you surprised? I knew you were madly in love with me. Do you know why? Because I love you too. So, thank you. Thank you so much for being there for me every time I needed you. Thank you, for giving me this tingly feeling when you looked at me. Thank you for just existing. Please stay save. Be happy and never every feel bad if you catch feelings for another person. It's okay.

Love Y/n ♥︎

»»--« »--««

Minho closed his eyes and thought back. Back in the days were everything was alright. Back in the days were Y/N was with him. Back in the days where he didn't feel like something was missing.

[fountainpenguin]

"She played the fiddle in an Irish band, but she fell in love with an Englishman... Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand-" (x)

New Fairly OddParents 'fic update today!

Reedfilter Rules - Chapter 4

"Swimming With Sharks"

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🗄️ Reedfilter Rules AU

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"I'm very busy, you know. I can't stay for long. Can I touch you again? And then I'm off." "It's wrong. Our Fairies match. We're soul-crossers if we do." "That just tempts me more. Don't tell me you haven't wondered how they drive each other mad."

In which the Anti-Cosmo searches for his missing son, the Anti-Wanda doesn't make sandwiches, and Thirty-Seven finally meets the High Count for dinner theater.

ft. 2017 art of A.C. and A.W. because I'm sick and that's what I had on hand

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

.: Reedfilter Rules :.

Such music tries to tell us that The air is yearning to contain Whatever consonance of passion Happens to be the current fashion Of disembodied pain

- Excerpt from The Grey Among the Green, John Fuller, 1988

Swimming With Sharks

Spring of the Lightly Trodden Stones

~20 minutes after Chapter 3

Graydale - Outskirts of Pixie World - Morning

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She hears his voice just north of the worst of times; it drifts in from the front counter to where she's working in the back: "Will you ask Tas-pri d'vixil if she'll speak with me after her shift?"

"Blitz you," says the girl at the counter, who probably didn't even look up. She's a teen; she's always like this with everyone. At this point, Vixil's the only one willing to lend her a job… and she did, of course, because she was that kind of girl once upon a time. She smothers her laughter as Eskel's voice tips up in confusion.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You want to drag us into a war with the Pixies, right? Well, get your sandwiches somewhere else."

"I want to avoid another war," he says, so bewildered now that Vixil does laugh, "and I'm not here for a sandwich. I need to see Vixil."

"What, are you gonna blitz her on the food prep surfaces or something?"

"No? I need her help, woman; I suggest you mind your tongue."

"Are you threatening me?"

That's enough. Vixil wipes her hands dry on a towel and heads out front to greet him. "Aw, hey, High Count! Really been missing you lately. You should come around more often; I could make your favorite sandwiches half-price. Not for free. That'd be cutting you down a lot." And to the girl, who's floating there looking salty, her hair cascading down just one side of her head, she adds, "You can take your break, hon. I'll help him; we can't keep the boss waiting."

One frumpy look later, she'd gone and they're alone. "So what's up?" Vixil asks. She glances across the empty sandwich shop. They only have three tables. It's not lunch yet… "Is this private Count business? You can step in the back. It's just me today. Good to see ya."

"Yeah… Hey." Eskel says it real casual, swaying just a little on his heels so one arm flops. He swings it high to scratch behind his neck, following her to the back room. She shuts the door tight. "It's, uh… Well, it's been quite a while, hasn't it? How've you been? … You look good. Is the jacket new?"

How has she been? Vixil purses her lips, tapping nails against her thigh. "I've been keepin' busy. We had some holiday events at the shop." Her ex came a'lurking a couple times this week, but Eskel won't wanna hear that. She don't wanna tell him, either- It ain't none of his business. It could be, if he came around and tried to be her friend (or even just be social). It'd be a start. Why don't he come? Maybe he just forgot she cared. Vixil leans one hip and elbow on the counter, stretching out her legs just enough to put her back end out there without him calling her fast. She is, he knows, but they're playing pretend. "You ain't lookin' bad yourself. Shed the suspend-ies like a rattlesnake, huh? Or do they go all the way up underneath?"

Eskel's eyes flick to her rear, lingering a few beats longer than they probably should (If he really were polite). But he draws his focus to her face again before he speaks, which is close enough to looking at her the whole time. Technically, he was looking at her. "They're… present. My mother thinks I'm less likely to tumble into trouble if I dress in buckles and modern flair."

"Well, are ya?"

"You know who I am," he softly says. With his head tilted forward, his green eyes look ghostly peeking out beneath his night-blue hair. Yeah, that's the color of trees when they're lit with lightning that's not yet struck. Vixil's arms prickle up. Oh. She plays it cool though, gliding one hand along the counter. It's just whatever, y'know… that he's here. He never visits enough. She moves her elbow back, prepared to turn away, only for Eskel's hand to close over her knuckles like a mousetrap. He catches her eyes in those flytraps of his. Really, traps is the best way to describe him. You better learn this fast if you think you can steal him away.

"Hey."

He doesn't move the hand away. "I still think of that night, if I'm honest… How electric the air tasted in those moments before you'd so much as laid hand on me."

"I remember you din't brush your teeth and ya tasted like cheese and jam."

Eskel's grimace dances in the corners of those shiny-lit eyes. "Yes, well… Perhaps I was a mite hasty to follow on your heels like a drooling hound to bed, but don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. When I kissed you past the point of sentient thought, you groaned hard enough to snuff every candle in the room."

"Mm… Yeah, I did. You were pretty good at that. Whatcha want? Why'd you come?"

His face slides back into practiced professionalism; he clears his throat in his hand. Vixil watches that, barely trying with her own. She pulls her fingers through her ponytail and lets the rest fall where it may. "Ah, yes… I'm afraid I do have a motive for showing up unannounced after all these years. Have you seen our son? He didn't make it to school."

Oh. He's only here because he's looking for Eskel-ju. Vixil flits her thoughts towards Pixie World, caressing it the way she's always wanted to, but rarely gets to try. She was in disguise the first time Eskel ever crossed her path. It was at the greenhouse. She's quite certain her pixie disguise turned out less flawed than his; she studied those whose culture she sought to infiltrate before she took the plunge. Pixies are not nearly as crisp, clumsy, and charming as he.

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[missmusicalmayhem]

Musical lyrics getting me through the past week #1

"No One Is Alone" from Into the Woods

People make mistakes Fathers, mothers People make mistakes Holding to their own Thinking they're alone Honor their mistakes Fight for their mistakes Everybody makes One another's terrible mistakes Witches can be right, giants can be good You decide what's right, you decide what's good Just remember, just remember Someone is on your side (our side) Our side Someone else is not While we're seeing our side (our side) Our side Maybe we forgot, they are not alone No one is alone

Remember, people make mistakes. We need to honor those mistakes, understand why they were made and what lead people to their choice. They may think they are alone, forgotten, and be living in fear. Sometimes we forget that not everyone is on our side and that they aren't alone because they have their own perspectives and struggles. Empathy is essential even for the people we have started viewing as the "witches" of the world.

[royalberryriku]

Also, okay. This is going to be a bit, or VERY, controversial right now and maybe it's a bit much to think about in light of the dread many are feeling...

And yet, there's so much power in understanding how to become fearless in the face of persecution. It's something we're all capable of, but something we don't realise when we're isolated (and I don't simply mean socially, but in terms of having a solid community that will literally and physically protect you).

So, here's a story for all of you of how I became unafraid and how, I hope, you may find a way to break through this dread like I did.

Look. As a transgender person in the middle of transition, who saw the Florida genocide, and yes they were laws constituting a genocide in he eyes of international law towards transgender people in that state and that led to immense violence towards us, all while Biden was in? I... personally just began to feel numb towards every politician or anyone else anymore because they all very evidently wanted/ want us dead. Maybe this comes from a place of ignorance as an Australian queer who doesn't fully comprehend the nuances of state powers versus the president's ability to prevent genocides within their own country, or who has seen the worsening of how we're treated both here and in the US by those who pretend to be our allies only to turn around and support bills aimed at eradicating us. Yet, regardless, I just can't move past this block where I just no longer can only fear Trump, because Biden already made me fear him and every single other politician because we have been dying this whole fucking time over and over and over while people forgot our names the minute they stopped trending. I became so tired by the mass persecution trans people have been facing for so long that I couldn't only feel dread for Trump, because I continued beyond him and people forgot that we were dying before him. I'm numb and only have the desire to rebel against the whole damn system. It's only pushed me further and further into realising I want to eradicate any ability for any people like this to be able to enforce these laws and do nothing in he face of the violence we face every single day. And, more than anything right now, I just cannot fathom how it is possible to see all those years upon years of bigotry, both before and after Trump, and see democrats as allies. All the while they are not only physically endorsing Trump's policies in the context of law, but have had the audacity to claim they don't do so and believe the opposite on camera. It infuriates me and I think it's important to recognise the exhaustion of trans people amidst all of this while we think about the genuine threat of Trump, yet forget the horrors of every other politician who will still enforce Trump's policies while denying they do.

I just can't be scared of Trump alone and hold any hope in other politicians anymore because my greatest fear of "seeing yet another genocide of queer people" was realised over and over after 2020 Biden was in and I now have to acknowledge that, no, democrats are very okay with not intervening in or preventing a genocide against people like me, if not even actively agreeing with it while crying crocodile ears, saying they care so much and morn is while they vote against us in the senate and in state elections. Within that realisation, there was this dread; the understanding that it actually will be the same result for us in the end no matter what a politician says because they'll endorse the other side behind the scenes and that is scary. I spent a long time from 2020 onwards being afraid because the policies Trump introduced in 2016 were not fixed, because I kept seeing that apathy from the democrats as worse and worse policies continued to be implemented even though Trump as supposed to be fine; because I felt nothing changed when Biden was in at all. And this was all even before Florida, though that was the final nail in the coffin where I completely realised how much democrats will actively support our demise and then swear up and down they Won't do that while actively doing that in pratice.

And, now, seeing the imperialist genocide in Palestine and Palestinians internationally having this same dread as me of realising they, too, are the price democrats are willing to pay while dealing on the same stage of people like Trump... Yeah, that shit hurts. But you know what else I learnt in that? The people who suffer the same prosecution from the nation(s) that oppress you will have your back; that community can be something that destroys fascism. Our shared existence has power, one I didn't have in 2016, 2020 or 2023 when people like me dying in the news was just, y'know, the news again and everyone would forget the names of the trans women lynched. Because I know how little trans people mattered to those in power when I was alone, but when I found other people willing to create that change with us? To fight alongside us and protect us? It changed things. I stopped feeling afraid.

I began to speak with indigenous rights advocates in Australia and the US, an I realised I was not alone in feeling like every single politician would sign our death warrant for the right price. I found a community that, irrespective of who was in and what happened in policy, would always protest and, if need be, physically protect me from those policies being enacted. I realised I wasn't alone.

The start may begin with a dress so deep that you feel all motivation to live leave you. But when you realise how many are willing to battle, tooth, nail, pepper spray and all to defend you and keep you safe? When you form those communities where you know you will be protected and you meet people you would rather die than not protect? When you see people from every walk of life fight against the same thing for the sake of all of us? You learn confidence in that and you find the dread ceases. In its place, you feel a warm, burning hope that won't leave until you and this like and unlike yourself are free from all persecution.

[grilledkatniss]

Okay so I'm just now catching up on whatever this "why is she shading Joe if she's happy in her new relationship omg" and the comparisons with Lover's I Forgot That You Existed's reactions of "why would she feel the need to come after Calvin if she's in a happy relationship omg" and...

Alright, listen. Here's my super fresh out the over hot take: have we forgotten who we're talking about? Melancolia, and digging up the grave another time, and never leaving well enough alone, and remembering it all too well, and looking back, and recalling now, and seeing it all now that it's gone, and wishing she'd realized what she had, and the whole ass concept of midnights is her dealing with the past and coming to terms with the series of events (happy or unfortunate) that led up to where she is now. It's her coping and doing that hindsight is 20/20, introspective psychoanalytic revisiting of the past, a terribly underappreciated skill characteristic to someone who's very emotionally intelligent. She's like an Olympic Gymnast in emotional maturity and intelligence at this point, and as such she never stops training and practicing -as in, she never stops reminiscing and taking apart what was and isn't anymore, like someone who's trying to figure out what didn't work out, what was the last straw, where were the signs she missed, what should've gone differently, how they could have fixed things, etc etc- It's her niche, her field of expertise and trade mark. Why is it becoming an issue now? Like, our capacity for empathy is super selective, honestly.

Also, now knowing how long it'd been shelved, there's a new bigger book of itemized speculations from the public, many of which will hardly ever get any sign of official recognition, much less one of direct confirmation.

It was probably one of those songs that was meant to be just for her and never released, or that didn't fit any album yet. Hell, it was probably what nudged her into starting a whole new album after an entire year of putting out rerecordings. Maybe she was already well underway designing the concept for the album, maybe the concept was already set, maybe this one at the moment fit said concept and was a call back to another sleepless night that could've taken place at any point in her life, be that recent past or decades ago past, current relationship's past struggles, ancient relationship ponderings.. you know what I mean? She's not doing anything out of what we've learn to expect from her throughout her career but more specifically when it comes to her latest studio album, which literally, as the well established and expressively stated core concept foretells, is an exploration of a lifetime of insomnia inducing ruminations.

[That being said, at the beginning of the year she did spend quite a lot of time flying back and from NYC's Electric Lady Studios (but I actually think she was most likely working on the rerecording of Speak Now and 1989) so there's that on the table.]

But at the end of the day these are people we don't know personally, and unless Joe decides to write a memoir (highly improbable), write another few songs but on his own and make them public, or write/direct a piece in the audiovisual department that specifically addresses the end of a long and very scrutinized relationship, idk something of the like, we might never know his side of the story. Taylor has this very public outlet and a huge platform whereas Joe doesn't beyond his sporadic Instagram photo dumps every once in a while.

Anyway, I don't think her puting an already published song now out on Spotify is a dig. She probably knew this assumption was inevitable and by now super predictive, cause this type of speculation has happened with literally every single one of her songs. She simply decided not to shield away from the scrutiny that was to come regardless and not let the public frenzy censor her anymore. People were gonna think the worst either way, make up theories and demonize her and the intentions they imagine she had for putting out a song about her own life.

I also think she learned from the experience of the re-releases that now she doesn't have to limit her self expression to appease absolutely anyone other than herself. She doesn't have to keep the men in suits with the big pockets happy to get where she wants to go. The rerecordings are a passion project of hers, where the fans' impressions and opinions haven't weighed too much in the making of. Yet, the relentless encouragement she's received from said fans, along with the praise from the media as an after the fact result (which could have never been taken for granted since none of them were counting on it getting any sustancial pay off, keeping in mind an enterprise like that hadn't had that much commercial success in previous attempts by several other artists... which is exactly why she was doing it more for herself and her own personal moral and legal gain) have helped in getting her out of her head about releasing discarded projects. You know, stuff that for some reason or another had to be cut from the final more polished official version of the end product. And it reassured her in the fact that, in the position she's in, at least today, whatever she releases will most likely not bomb commercially. Also, as an added bonus, not only does she get to get things off her chest and speak her truth, but revel in the knowledge that it feeds both the media and her own fanbase with content she knows it's desperately being sought after and craved for, not out of necessity but out of greed for anything resembling an inside look into her up till very recently pretty much kept under wraps and extremely undisclosed private life. Yes, even if it's calculated, cause it's a taste of the type of flaunting and overexposing she was known for during the 1989 era, where everyone and everything clung to her for clout.

What was my point? Something along the lines of be thankful for the dashboard food she's providing us with, but also be nice??? Be more aware of the bigger picture and the inner workings behind the decision of putting out a previously shelved song??? And be empathetic??? It's not that hard??

And, sidenote: in case it was so -that she's still harboring some type of feelings towards Joe (anger, resentment, sadness, longing, etc)-, she's completely entitled to feel any which way she might deem appropriate in regards to her own life, her own relationships and situations, and act and react upon them accordingly. We, however, are NOT entitled to any answer whatsoever. All tidbits, drops of tea and crumbs of scones are hers to disclose if so she chooses and at will, not ours to demand.

[leonmybeloved]

Hidden Connections

Chapter 1: April's Friend?

Chapter 2 • Chapter 3

Notes: I accidently deleted my last account so I'm going to slowly try reposting everything onto this account. ^^

Hidden underneath New York's streets the lair was unusually quiet this evening. Raphael was laying on the floor near the skate ramp, staring at the reflections of light bouncing off the ceiling, slowly lulling him to sleep, while Leo was practicing a skateboarding trick he saw online. Donnie, in his lab, was engrossed in some intricate tech project, his multiple screens glowing with data as he hunched over his desk, and Mikey was sprawled out on a blanket he set up, hugging a pillow and pouting.

“Guys, this is so boring! We’ve been doing nothing but sitting in the lair for 2 days straight now! We should go out!” Mikey exclaimed, throwing the pillow aside and jumping to his feet.

“What do you have in mind, Mikey?” Leo asked, landing a perfect flip and looking intrigued.

Mikey puckered his lips, thinking for a moment." “I don’t know, maybe we should call April! And see if she wants to hang out!” Mikey suggested with a grin.

Raph propped himself up. “Not a bad idea. She always has something crazy going on.”

Donnie peeked his head out from his lab. “If we're in need of April I shall give her a call. Let’s hope she’s not just too busy. I mean it’s not like she has any other friends.” Donnie said, typing on his wrist watch with half lidded eyes.

“What about Sunit-” Mikey began to say before April’s voice on the phone started and everyone shushed him.

“Hey, Donnie! What’s up?” April’s cheerful voice came through the speaker.

“Aprillll. It’s pretty dead in the lair tonight and we were all planning on going out tonight, even I can only work on so many projects before needing a relaxation day." He said dramatically. "So, we were wondering if you wanted to come over or maybe we could all do something top side?” Donnie asked, twirling a screwdriver in his fingers as he leaned on the wall.

There was a brief pause before April responded. “Oh, I’m so sorry, guys! I actually already have plans tonight. I’m meeting up with my new friend Marie.”

The boys exchanged curious glances. “Marie? Who’s that?” Leo asked, tilting his head.

“Yes, who is that, I don’t have them on my data banks, and I research extensively.” Donnie said tapping his wrist screen looking through his data on all the people April knows to see if he just forgot about her.

April chuckled. “You guys don't know her. I met her at school this week. She just moved to New York and doesn’t know the city very well, so I offered to show her around.”

“Oh, is April trying to prove she can be normal again?” Donnie teased, adjusting his goggles as he peered into his wrist screen, already researching Marie online to see what he can find. “Are you sure this friend isn’t another Yokai? Are you positive she won’t try to eat you? Maybe we should keep an eye on you, just in case,” he added, his tone half-joking but tinged with genuine concern.

“No way! The last time I hung out with someone, you guys totally brought trouble!” April accused, crossing her arms defensively. She could still remember the chaos of the last incident with the Foot Clan.

“Whaaaat! But that totally wasn’t our fault!” Leo whined, his voice rising in protest. “We were just trying to help!”

April sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Listen,” she began, her tone shifting to a more serious one. “I don’t care what you guys do, but leave Marie and me alone tonight. I’m not trying to be normal, but I don’t want this normal girl getting caught up in your guys’ crazy, m’kay?” She scolded, her eyes narrowing to emphasize her point.

“Marie’s just a regular girl who just moved to New York. She doesn’t need to get mixed up in ninjas, Yokai, magic, or whatever else decides to crawl out of the shadows tonight. So.. please, just give me one night to show her around without any drama.” Her words hung in the air, the weight of her request evident in the silence that followed.

“Very well then,” Donnie started, adjusting his goggles with a slight nod. “We shall leave you, and your new friend alone tonight.”

They could hear April sigh in relief over the phone. “Thanks, guys. Listen, we can hang out another time this week, okay?”

“Have fun, April!” Mikey shouted enthusiastically, his voice echoing through the lair.

“Stay safe out there!” Leo added, trying to mask his disappointment with genuine concern.

April's tone softened, grateful for their understanding. “I’ll catch up with you guys soon. Bye!” she replied before ending the call.

Donnie put his phone down, turning to his brothers. "Well, I guess we are on our own tonight."

Mikey pouted. “Aww man! I was looking forward to some April time.”

Leo shrugged, doing a handstand on the skate ramp. “Well, we can still find something fun to do. The night’s young boys, let’s get out there!”

Raph cracked his knuckles, a smirk on his face. “Maybe we could head topside and see what’s going on. There’s gotta be something interesting happening in the city.”

Mikey’s eyes lit up. “Yeah! Let’s go find an adventure!”

On the surface, the boys made their way to the rooftop in their own unique ways. Leo, always the show-off, used his ōdachi to teleport up in a flash of blue light. Mikey followed, grappling up with his kusari-fundo, a wide grin plastered on his face as he cheered.

Donnie tapped on his wrist monitor for a moment as his hover drone effortlessly ascended him up on it’s own.

Leo, the first one up, smirked as he looked down at his brothers. “Come on, slowpokes! Keep up!”

Mikey reached the rooftop next, flipping gracefully onto the ledge and sticking his tongue out at Leo. “Hey teleporting is cheating!.”

Donnie floated up next, landing lightly beside his brothers. “Efficiency over brute force any day my brothers,” he said with a smirk, retracting his hover drone.

Leo chuckled, shaking his head. “Wait, where’s Raph?” He asked, walking over to the edge of the building.

Just then, Raph's fingers appeared gripping the edge of the rooftop. With a grunt and a heave, he hoisted himself up and flopped onto the floor, panting heavily. His massive frame lay sprawled out, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Leo knelt down beside him, a look of concern mixed with amusement on his face. “You good, buddy?” he questioned, offering a hand to help Raph up.

Raph took a few more deep breaths before responding. “Need to... work on the cardio,” he admitted, accepting Leo's hand and pulling himself to his feet. His muscles still strained from the climb, but he managed to muster a grin.

“Yeah, climbing up like that isn’t easy for a big guy like you,” Leo said, clapping Raph on the back. “But you made it. Next time, maybe try the stairs?” He said pointing the the staircase on the side of the building.

Raph shrugged, still catching his breath. “Nah, I like the challenge. Besides, I wouldn't want to make it too easy on myself.”

Mikey bounced over, giggling at Raph’s state. “You sure you don’t want me to fling you up next time?.”

Donnie approached, adjusting his goggles. “Or perhaps a little tech assistance? I could rig something up to help with your ascents.” Donnie said, holding Raph's arm up measuring it with a measuring tape.

Raph waved them off, regaining his composure. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ve got this. Just need to do a bit more training is all.”

The boys laughed as they scanned the city skyline, looking for things to do.

“There’s always something happening in this city,” Raph said, cracking his knuckles. “We just gotta find it.”

Mikey pointed to a distant glow in the sky. “Hey, what’s that? Looks like a festival or something!”

Donnie pulled up a holographic map on his wrist screen, quickly searching on Google what was going on in town. “Looks like it’s the Summer Street Festival. Should be plenty of fun—food, games, rides and a concert by ooh! That DIGG band—for us there.”

“Sounds perfect,” Leo said, sheathing his ōdachi. “Let’s go check it out.”

Mikey grinned, bouncing on his heels. “Yay ridess! Let’s go!”

"We can't go on the rides, Mikey. People will see us." Leo reminded while him and Mikey walked away from the group.

Raph shook his head with a laugh. “Alright, let’s get moving.”

The turtles made their way across the rooftops, their movements fluid and synchronized, each of them a master of their own unique style. The sounds of the festival grew louder as they approached, the vibrant atmosphere calling to them.

When they finally reached the festival, they found it teeming with people enjoying the various food stalls, games, and performances. The turtles landed on a nearby rooftop overlooking the festivities, taking in the scene below.

“This is awesome!” Mikey exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement.

“Let’s split up and see what we can find,” Raph suggested. “Stay in touch and don’t get into too much trouble.”

Leo nodded, a mischievous grin on his face. “No promises.”

[damonjuicyscock]

Playlist-Chapter 1 (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 70s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: nothing really, maybe just a bit language and maybe a few spelling mistakes

Words: 1111

Summary: This is the beginning. How everything started for Y/N and Noel. How they met, how they were at 5 and 10 years old.

A/N: Heya everyone, here it is, the first chapter of the fan fic you've all been waiting for ! This is a short chapter, it's only a beginning and corresponds to Y/N and Noel's childhood. Chapter 2 out next week ! Enjoy !

(He was so cute back then OMG)

“Television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh, man, I need TV when I got T-Rex Oh, brother, you've guessed, I'm a dude, dad

All the young dudes (hey, dudes!) Carry the news (where are you?) Boogaloo dudes (stand up, come on!) Carry the news

All the young dudes (I want to hear you!) Carry the news (I want to see you!) Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you! All of you!) Carry the news

Now Lucy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love Oh yes, we can love

And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag Too many snags”

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How and when do you know when you’ve met your soulmate? The love of your life? When you’re 5? 15? 25?

When you’re 5, you’re a princess who believes she has a prince out there. You get kisses on the cheeks by a little boy who likes you.

At 15, you’re an outsider, believing love might come one day, but you’re too busy to care about that and instead, you spend your time worrying about your best friend who’s being beaten up by his father.

At 25, you think you found love but you’re wrong. Your boyfriend is violent, beats you, almost kills you, and you never forgot about your first love, your soulmate, who decides to come back in your life.

That’s my story. Mine and my soulmate’s. Mine and Noel’s.

And everything has a beginning.

I was born in 1967 in London, but I lived in New York, Los Angeles, and Sydney, which I don’t remember because I was too little to care. When I was 5, we moved to Manchester. My grandfather had just died, and my uncle needed help with my grandpa’s company.

That’s when I was put in the same school and class as a cute little boy called Noel Gallagher.

He was often alone and didn’t talk much. And when he talked, he was mocked by others because he stammered. On my side, I also was mocked because I was the new one in school.

What didn’t help Noel and I didn’t know yet, was that he was beaten up by father and the arrival of his newly born brother William also known as Liam. I didn’t discover it until 5 years later.

Approximatively a week after my arrival, I decided Noel would become my friend.

During recess, I decided to sit next to him on the bench. He looked at me with an interrogative look, saying nothing.

1972:

Hi Noel! I said to start the conversation

Huh h-h-hello Y/N.

What are you doing?

Just looking at t-t-the others.

You’re always alone.

Ye too!

We could be buddies!

W-W-Why do ye want to be m-me buddy?

I mean… just like that.

The little boy thought in silence for a few minutes, which I thought meant a “no”.

And when the bell rang, while I was almost crying because I had no buddy, the young boy stood up and handed me his hand.

Yer coming buddy? He asked

I was stunned. It finally was a yes in the end. I stood up and gave him my hand, a big smile on my face.

Noel discretely asked our teacher if he could come and sit next to me. She smiled and kindly approved. She had been worried about Noel being and staying all alone before I asked him to be my friend. Did I do well and right? Fuck yes.

At the end of the afternoon, hand in hand, we walked home together.

Would you believe me if I told you we were neighbours, our houses next to each other’s without knowing it yet?

Well, it was the case.

Yer leaving t-there? He asked, surprised

Yes, why?

This is my house just next to y-yers!

We are neighbours? I asked

Yes we are! He answered

This is so cool! Come play with me!

To w-what? Dolls?

No, ball!

Got t-t-to ask me mam first!

Go, I’ll be asking mine and I’ll wait you here!

Noel’s mum, Peggy, agreed, we played football together until 7pm before she came to pick him with baby Liam in her arms. What I wasn’t waiting for was for my mum and Peggy to become the best of friends.

*

1977:

Noel and I were now 10 years old, and he just had joined the neighbourhood football team. Not being interested in another sport, I wanted to join the team as well.

One day, after school, Noel took me to his training so I could meet the coach. What I didn’t plan was his and the other children’s reaction. They laughed at me, which made me angry.

Noel, the lassies don’t play football! The coach laughed

And why so? I answered, with my fists balled up

Because ye can’t play football, it’s a dude sport!

Oh you bet? Noel, we’ll show him.

I took the ball the coach was holding, and Noel and I we started playing. The coach still wasn’t impressed.

Okay, ye can play with yer buddies, but what about a whole team lassie?

Try me!

As ye wish.

The coach blew his whistle, and the other kids places themselves on the football pitch. I also placed myself while Noel took his jacket off, and that was the first time I saw theses. The bruises. But I didn’t ask any question, maybe he fell during training.  The coach whistled again.

The boys passed the ball back and forth between them, pretending I wasn’t there, but I made up for it by catching the ball in my turn, and scored a goal.

This time, I convinced everyone. They all stopped moving and talking. Noel, him, was smiling.

I approached the coach, proud.

And now? You’re convinced?

Aye. Welcome to our team.

I smiled.

By the way, my name is Y/N, not Lassie.

I’ll make sure to remember it kid.

So, when are the days of training and what do I have to buy?

Yes, when I was a child, I was sassy. It got worse when I was a teen, but I calmed down when becoming an adult.

Besides being my neighbour, Noel was also my best friend. And oh, as we got older, I was more and more worried about him…

[maguro13-2]

Andy X Fuuko is a thing.

*Here's a sequel of my previous post*

Fuuko : Now I've seen a picture of my naked self with what else is there for me in the horrors of the internet? I mean you guys felt the way of looking into the horrors of seeing things! What about you guys?

Pomni : I felt nervous they made gay pictures of me and Ragatha getting kisses from her and I'm totally cringed about it. And they started to making sweets

Kobeni : I felt the other way and I had any panic attacks of getting lewd baited, (shows body that has abs) look at this! I lost weight when I had the chance of stop eating meat and sweets! They gave me fruit and salad to have the guts to make me look hot again!

Fuuko : At least, I've seen some lewd art enough, I don't know how is Japan keep on happening on making pornography on fictional characters that does stuff? The whole net is really something to have the dark side written all over it! Who does that to the whole wide world. And if I ever see one of these nimrods making lewd art out of me, I swear to f**king god I will mercifully stab anyone in the neck with a knife, or I will use my strength with brute force!

Andy : Hey, Fuuko. Have you seen my pants and undies for today or tonight's episode? I totally forgot that I needed to keep my privates hanging out.

Fuuko : Then what are the fusses about you and your--OH MY GOD!!! Your d*ck and Balls are showing to my face!

Gina : And I do believe that his cake is tanning in my face right now!

Shen : Dude! Put some clothes on! There's men, women, and lolis in here! No one can see your penis and your balls!

Andy : Oh that? Oh that's okay! Cause casual nudity will do just fine! But speaking of causal nudity, Me and Fuuko will do something privately in the room. With some literal privacy.

Fuuko : Really? Then what kind of privacy did we attend to?

Andy : Oh I don't know. Maybe it's just some wacky stuff in Japan I guess.

Fuuko : Sounds great to me! I'd like having privacy with you alone! What do you say that we get together later and give ourselves a nice treat. Perhaps, that we could do it in a fashionable way of how take good care ourselves. My first wish that is I am decided that I wanted spend the night all the way.

Andy : Cool. I'll be going to the same room that we were at.

Fuuko : With pleasure!

(we later show the JJBA group using drinking glasses to hear something from inside the room, Andy and Fuuko are heard while having sex with each other)

[Freek N You by Jodeci plays in the background]

Fuuko : (Sexually) Oh, Andy...you're such a naughty lucky guy!

Andy : (sexually) Oh, Fuuko! You're so cute and hot! I'm giving you this kind of good luck charm! And it's all for you!

Fuuko : (sexually moans) Please, be gentle with me, Andy! It feels so good!

(Andy and Fuuko Sexually moans)

Fuuko : (sexually screams) Motto! Motto!

Jolyne : What in the world are those two doing in there?

Josuke : This is not how it looks from what I hear about those Newcomers to David.

Dio : This is getting out of hand. Do I ever make up the minds from how do we fictional characters work things in Real World AU?

Giorno : It's best that we give them a little free time of their own.

Andy : Hold on tight, Fuuko! Here comes your lucky wish! And it's going to be a wild one!

Fuuko : (sexually) Andy-san...Iku...Iku...IKUUUUUUU! *panting* Wow, you're quite the man I that i'm really looking for. Thanks for giving me "lucky wish", my unlucky guy.

Andy : The pleasures of you is all mine, Fuuko-chan.

Fuuko : Oh, Andy-san. Andy-san, daisuki de!

Jotaro : That does it, I'm going to get to the bottom of this!

(DOOR BANG!)

Jotaro : Would you two just shut the hell up!? Some of us are trying to get some sleep! (We show Andy and Fuuko in bed, Andy comforting the sleeping Fuuko while he reads a book with glasses)

(Record Scratch!)

Andy : Oh, Hello, Mr. Kujo! Good evening and, uhh, sorry about the loud noises we made. Yep that was our First time of me and Fuuko together. Yep, we're not doing so aggressive to anyone would we. She's just sleeping and I'm reading a book.

Jotaro : Y-Yeah, you are reading a book and comforting your...well, not to be eavesdropping by the way, a thousand apologies.

Andy : So that's why me and Fuuko are spending time together and do lots of things for us to Handle. Totally great, and no big whoop. I'm sure that's a friendly suggestion of duo being a...great couple. Yep, duo of boys and girls being a cute couple.

Jotaro : Good grief, save all the hugs and kisses. Remember don't make any noises around the place next time. Remember, we are making new episodes every day and you need some rest. So please, no more interruptions. I really need my beauty sleep. (Closes door)

Fuuko : So, now that's done by the way, you wanted to go make me giving you a good luck kiss?

Andy : That's exactly that I would want to hear, Fuuko.

Fuuko : Well, then. Coming to bed while finishing reading, Honey?

Andy : Yes dear.

"The Next Day..."

*Door Banging*

Andy : I'll get it! (Opens door)

Fuuko : Hi, Andy. I just got back from the hospital and my doctor told me one thing about my lucky wish that you given me.

Andy : Really, like what is your doctor telling you?

Fuuko : Well...He told me that something important to you of giving me my lucky wish. Well to come clean and to tell it for you. I have something in common for you. (Starting blushing) Andy-san...I...

Andy : Fuuko....

Fuuko : (blushing)A...Andy-san...I am...I am pregnant... pregnant with your child.

*CARTOON SFX : Crash+BOING*

Andy : Oh...Okay, and how did I even get you pregnant?

Gina : It's because of you just gave her with a lucky wish!

Andy : Oh, I actually understand that and I have one common thing that I have to say...(realizing) I forgot that people are shipping between me and Fuuko? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FU-

Tomska : THE END.