#( hi anon its 1 am and i am going to bed but i wanted to answer this first

[bejeweledinterludes]

dean winchester dating n nsfw headcanons i dare you

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dating dean winchester headcanons.

> i am a firm believer that if dean winchester ever were to seriously, hardcore, actually date someone, they would have been his friend first.

maybe you were a fellow hunter, or someone he crossed paths with frequently time and time again— so much so that it almost seemed like fate herself kept bringing the two of you together.

you’d been dean’s friend for years before you finally realized that ‘hey, maybe this guy i’d definitely and gladly die for should be more than just my friend’. little did you know that dean felt the same exact way.

> both you and dean’s feelings all spilled out to each other in the wee hours of the morning on a particularly vulnerable hunt, just you two.

knowing dean long enough to know he didn’t do ‘love’, you’d stated outright that you didn’t have to be too serious about the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing— but he surprised you with the notion that he did want a serious relationship with you.

and after another little while— and a lot more talking, you and dean started dating. you didn’t go on too many actual dates— you all were too busy saving the world all the freakin’ time, but it didn’t bother you one bit. because you were with dean. and that’s what mattered to you.

> dean holds the door for you. this started long before you both had even thought about dating each other— it started on one of the first cases you had ever worked with him.

dean and sam, with their stupid freakishly long legs, had made it to the door of the coroner’s office much quicker than you ever could— and while sam went in, dean stayed and propped the door open for you. it should have been much more awkward than it was, but somehow, it wasn’t. and that summed up a lot of experiences with dean over the years.

> dean sleeps closest to the door when he sleeps with you in the same bed as him. always. doesn’t matter if you’re in a motel room, or even in the bunker, he picks the side of the bed closest to the door. he says he just likes it more— but you know the real reason. it’s so no threats could get to you first if something were to get past the door.

> you both love music. you had a vinyl collection long before you even met dean, but its one of the very first things you bonded over— and still do, to this day. and each christmas starting years ago, you exchanged mixtapes as your gift to each other. you still do now, though— and it has much more meaning than it did before, too.

> dean is always touching you. i believe that man is touch starved beyond belief— and he’s so incredibly insecure about it.

he’d talked about it with you long before you started dating— a whispered confession as you were saying goodbye because you both had to part ways again.

“i think i have a touch problem,” dean’s voice had been barely audible against you as he hugged you tighter than he’d ever had, but you still heard it. and you told him that wanting physical touch wasn’t a bad thing— and that he could seek it out with you, if he’d like. and he appreciated that.

because he actually did seek it out one night after a solo hunt he’d gone on, when you’d started living in the bunker. dean trudged down the steps like the weight of the world was on his shoulders—let’s be honest here, when didn’t he feel like that— and without saying a word, he just dropped his bag on the map table, walked over to you in the library, and just hugged you. and… wouldn’t let go. like at all. not that you minded, though. you just hugged him back.

you didn’t know how long you both stayed like that until you convinced him to come to bed with you— but you held him the entire night in the sheets, reassuring him over and over that you were fine with it.

> speaking of, dean is completely comfortable around you. he’s free to be purely just… himself. because while sam just rolls his eyes at every joke and half-smiles, dean’ll catch you with a real smile on your face— and usually trying to stifle a laugh. or better yet, you’ll make a joke of your own with him sometimes.

same with talking. dean talks a lot with you— and you just listen. he’ll yap your ear off about the movie he’d rewatched in the dean cave, or retell the story of how he killed hitler, but you don’t mind. you never did. you listened and offered the right words back to him.

he’ll talk about his feelings once in a while, too. and you know it’s because dean feels safe enough to do it around you— because you don’t judge him or view him differently. never once have you denied a conversation with him. and you never will.

now for some . . .

dean winchester nsfw headcanons.

(and if you’d like actual dean smut, i have my own right here for ya)

> no matter who initiates sex first, dean always makes you cum before he does. you already knew going in that he was already ultra-considerate— and the same thing goes when it comes to sex.

and believe me, you’ve tried countless times to get him off first for once— but you’re met with a forceful ‘no’ before you’re pushed back against the sheets, and dean takes care of you with his mouth and fingers first.

or if he’s already inside you, dean purposefully makes sure you come apart on him before he even thinks about cumming himself. not only does he like to guide you through your orgasm, but he loves to watch the way your face scrunches up when you’re fluttering on his dick, all because of him.

> after a while of dating, though, dean realized that he also likes cumming with you— at the exact same time. it doesn’t happen as often, and its usually after a few initial rounds. but he loves the feeling of groaning into your mouth and skin as he spills into you while you spill all over him.

> dean also holds your hand a lot when he fucks you, or you fuck him— whether its your fingers interlocked with his when he rails you into the mattress, or you grasping onto his hand when you ride him, holding on for dear life.

and you like it just as much as he does, if not more. it amplifies the intimacy— the bond between both of you.

> one thing about mr. dean winchester… he is not a quiet man in bed. he’ll groan right into your ear while he pounds into you, or choke out praises and swears against your skin as you ride him— he’s not silent at any point (but honestly, neither are you).

> speaking of positions… dean has a lot of favorite positions for you both to be in, but most, if not all of his favorites are the ones where he can see your face. because he loves the way your face and eyebrows scrunch together from pleasure when he’s making you feel good, knowing it’s all because of him.

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[arieslost]

ok i don’t know if it’s just me who gets really giggly when it’s late at night but imagine laying in bed with lando and you’re just rambling about smth so stupid that it ends with you two just giggling at nothing. like getting full on stomach cramps from laughing but there wasn’t even anything funny to begin with

anon u and i are the SAME! once its past midnight i always end up becoming a victim of the late night sillies 💔

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1:30 am | ln4

you knew you were up too late when you nearly tripped over the loose edge of the blanket you and lando had been sharing on your way back to the couch, and when he had caught you before you could hit your head or anything, you started laughing.

“oh, no,” he’d groaned dramatically. “got the late night giggles already, huh?”

“uh-uh,” you shook your head, even though him saying the words “late night giggles” was enough to make laughter start bubbling up in your throat again.

something always shifted in you when the clock struck a certain hour at night, and lando had only been witness to it a handful of times before you moved in together.

now, you’d managed to get through the rest of the movie the two of you were watching without laughing, even if it meant biting your lip hard and refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend. it was bad enough feeling his eyes on you every time he wanted to see your reaction to something that happened on the tv. making eye contact would just take you out entirely for no reason whatsoever.

which is why you think you’ve successfully avoided making a fool of yourself when you’re both finally laying in bed with the lights out at the fine hour of 1:30 in the morning.

“you’re so far away,” lando grumbles, dragging your body into his so his one arm is around your shoulders and your face is nestled in his neck.

“better?” you ask, smiling when he shivers as your lips brush his skin.

“mhmm.” he’s quiet for a moment, running his fingers up and down your arm. “you’re gonna come to miami, right?”

“yeah, if you want me to.”

“what kind of question is that, babe?” he cranes his neck in a way that tells you he’s fixing you with a judgy look even though you can’t see each other.

you shrug, feeling the giggles building up again for no reason whatsoever. “i dunno.”

“obviously i want you there, why wouldn’t i?”

“i dunno,” you repeat. “it’s miami. maybe you just wanna party with all your homies.” and just like that, you’re laughing again.

“oh dear god, here we go,” he sighs, pressing his lips together to repress his own laughter as your body shakes against his. “my homies? when have i ever referred to any of my mates as my ‘homie’?”

he sounds so incredulous that you laugh even harder. “oh, you’re so british! i can’t call them your mates, lan. it sounds too weird.”

“so homies is the word you went with? why can’t you be normal and just say my friends?”

“why can’t you be normal and say your friends?” you shoot back, and that does lando in.

“it’s not funny,” he tries to admonish, and it’s entirely true, but it’s a moot point when you can barely understand him through his laughter.

“stop laughing then!”

“you stop!”

naturally, that makes you both laugh harder still, to the point where you have to roll away from him, clutching your stomach from how badly all the laughing is making it hurt.

“i can’t breathe,” lando gasps from behind you.

“stop laughing,” you repeat. “you’re killing me.”

“i think i’m dying,” he continues like he didn’t hear you, and he honestly might not have because your face is half shoved into your pillow in your attempts to stifle yourself.

a few more minutes go by of the two of you absolutely losing your minds before you’re finally able to catch your breath.

“ow,” you whine, holding your stomach. “i think i just grew a six pack.”

“i think mine just became ten times more defined,” lando says, voice raspy from all the exertion on his vocal chords.

“ooh, lemme feel.”

“absolutely not, because you’re going to tickle me,” he grabs your wrist out of thin air. “i know your tricks, baby. i’ve laughed more than enough tonight thanks to you.”

“not my fault you’re weird and british.”

“i love you,” he says sweetly, pulling you back towards him and kissing your forehead. “now’s where you say, ‘i love you too.’”

“i love you too,” you reply dutifully, blindly reaching for his face so you can kiss him properly. “even though you’re weird and british.”

he kisses you again. “i thought it was especially because i’m weird and british.”

you snuggle into his side, now thoroughly exhausted. “please don’t make me laugh more, lan.”

you both know he’s right, of course, but you usually need to have the last word, so he lets you get away with it. he does love you, after all, even though you had him in stitches over nothing at 1:30 in the morning.

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note: this was sooo self indulgent, like i was laughing as i wrote this because the term “homies” is so silly to me for some reason. also helped me test my dialogue skills!! n e wayz…

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[madebynarii]

Void success after tips!

hi its ✿ anon again! So, I tried your advice last night and guess who got in the void AGAIN!!! As usual, I made sure I was in the void by not being able to hear my fan or see any outside light. I wasn't aware of being in the void again!! 😭😭😭 Which then confirmed that I was in the void per usual I just wanted to share my method that i used to got into the void hopefully it will help some of y'all! So I was determined since yesterday to get inside the void so I made up my own method! 1 be really tired (optional i just hate having symptoms they spook me) 2. get ready for bed (do your night routine or wtv works for you) 3. start affirming and make sure to put INTENTION!!! while affirming 4. go to sleep bam wake up in the void some affirmations i used was i am in the void i always wake up in the void i always enter the void affirmations + intention = void ( for me at least ) so far I've had an easy time going into the void awareness is what's killing me tho T-T

p.s. please affirm that you're aware that your in the void I forgot to do that X_X

OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AAA <33 IT REALLY IS JUST INTENTION AND DECIDING!! you’ll induce the void aware TRUST 🙏🏽🙏🏽

[mrs-monaghan]

nobody has pointed it out but i think it's interesting in episode 3 that when JK goes to bed in his room he sleeps on the left side of bed...while jimin in his bedroom slept on the right side of the bed. interesting choice men, i still think they slept together in jm's bed.

Anon means episode 2. And I believe you are correct. Alot of people aren't talking about this, idk why. I mean we got a ton of Jikookers admitting Jikook showered together in episode 3... (where Jimin got his ramen) but y aren't more people talking about a lil sum'n sum'n happening in episode 2, too?

I guess it's analysis time. Let's get it!

My friends and i were talking about it and JK aint sleek 🤭🤭

Okay so it takes place during this.

Bless @chicknbunny13

Things to note:

1) When JK enters the room, he goes in through the right side. There is a cut ✂️ and when he comes out, its via the left side. This means at some point he was inside that bed

2) JK's hair is not neat or anything, but its still quite intact when he walks into the room. But after he leaves and goes to the kitchen, next time we see him, his hair looks like this;

😂😂😂 he worked up an appetite alright 😏

3) When JK goes back to that room for spanks an a cuddle, his mic is already on the bed. We see him pick it up

And place it on the bedside table.

Once again cementing the fact that Mr. Jeon was in Jimin's bed doing something that required him taking off his mic ☕

4) If you are still in doubt, these are JK's lips before he went into the room

All glossed up and shiny.... And these are his lips after he leaves the room.

Where did all the gloss go? 🤔

Last but not least, remember when I told y'all during these variety shows members turn the cameras on and off at will? That it was easy for Jikook to do whatever they wanted coz they could just switch off the cams? Well, that brings us to point number

5) JK himself says this;

Operative word being again. He had turned it off before.

Now, what business is Jimin's camera to JK? Huh? Why is he the one turning it off and on? Why does it need to go off in the first place???

And of course we haven't talked about point number

6) JK showering in Jimin's bathroom

In conclusion!

Jikook sus. Jikook have always been sus. Jikook will always be sus. I am happy for them though 😆😆

[popponn]

Hihi, im the same anon that loves ur page!!

the froggys are seriously silly :)

Anyways, can i request some hcs abt bllk boys with a reader who's going thru a depressive episode? im just goin thru stuff rn, if u can't its fine.

So, hows ur day been?

I hope you're well

have a great day! <33

byebye💖

notes: anonnie;;; i hope you are feeling better when you finally read this;;; this took so long, im sorry. i have been busy and there are lot of things going on, but i am fine thank you for asking :> and hey, a depressive episode could be tough. but you got this! okay? try to take it slow and step by step, drink water, eat food, and move around a bit. a light walk or a stretch is okay. like how the clouds always change, things will change. i hope reading this could give you a little happiness, especially when you need it.

isagi

if you are looking for someone who will listen and give practical advice without dismissing your feelings or concerns, honestly he is the one. especially as a boyfriend, you can trust him to be the one who will sit beside you on the sofa while wrapping you in the blanket. will ask you what you want to eat and the moment you decide to fight the cold hard life back, don’t worry, your isagi yoichi will be your #1 supporter! especially if you guys have spent more time in the relationship, he really is good at balancing giving comfort while still giving you trust to walk on your own. though he sometimes couldn’t 100% understand your point of view, but the sincerity in his effort to be always there for you is no joke. he promised every part of him he could give to you and he means every word of it.

bachira

who hurt his baby—he will fight it. somehow. he has this odd sixth sense when it comes to you. just with a glance, he will immediately get how down you feel and what you need. a joke and a cheer up along with many kisses? coming right up. a listener who will hug you like a koala? do you want to do that while cuddling in the bed or in public in front of his friends because he won’t hesitate honestly. just say what you want—if he must eat a cake messily like 5 year old to make you laugh then so be it. will get you out for recreation the moment he could and if he couldn’t that means it’s time for his creativity to shine (and boy does it always shine). but if the one that makes you feel down is someone, bachira is not one for violence but he could you know. if you want. (please stop him.)

rin

if you don’t cry, at best he will be an awkward listener—but a good listener nonetheless. if you cry, though, honestly he will panic. this guy is already not good with his own emotions, so you need to be clear about what you want with him. he is not the best with words though, and advice he offers is usually either “let me just fix this for you” or a straight up detached, objective one that is better offered to someone with a cool head and controlled emotion. therefore, more often than not, he opts to just listen and hold your hand. he will try to help, though, and if he can’t—at the very least you will get a really menacing guard dog who won’t let anyone mess with you while you are trying to get up. (also, go tell him to buy something. his credit card is ready and feeling like he is doing something for you is good for the both of you.)

sae

itoshi gene is harsh and he is somehow worse than his brother in this scenario. he is a naturally critical person towards anything. if you are ready to get your fault pointed out and think up a “what can i do to make this better or avoid this from happening again” go to him, but if you are looking for someone who will listen or give validation, as much as you love him, don’t. him and a terrible headspace is not a good combination. however, a direct “can you hug me?” or a “can you do something for me?” is not completely out of the question—he, after all, still cares about you. high chance he won’t ask, especially if you said you don’t want to say anything, but in this situation the softer part of him who has a hard time saying no to you truly comes out. a movie night, even if it involves the goddamned fries, would happen. he is smart enough to know when to spoil you, especially since he knows your habits and tendencies by heart.

kunigami

the sort of person who sees a hint of gloom on your face and immediately cradles it with a tenderness that no one would expect from someone with his build. he is a good, caring person by nature, if you are looking for someone to help you, he is the best choice. he can be clumsy sometimes and the words he gives to cheer you up have a high chance of being uttered with a lot of pauses in the middle—but the way he acts will probably be enough to bring a smile to your face again (and he will also smile along with you when this happen because by god you are his happiness). all those aside, high chance he can’t give advice, but he will give you top-notch cheering up—words, actions, cuddles, everything—along with genuine validation. (especially after wild card, he has seen hell. “feeling terrible” is something he understands a lot.)

kaiser

for this one i won’t sugarcoat it: jesus christ. why. is there no one else?

jokes aside, as i love to bully him a bit here, objectively—this really depends on the sort of type of person you are. if you are looking for advice or validation or a listener—not him. but if you are the sort of person who prefers a distraction or the “tough love” sort of motivation that is more scathing and heartless—borderline degrading—he is the one. out of spite, his words are probably enough to spur you into action, forgetting whatever blue feeling you have as it has turned into a red raging anger. however, a little note, believe it or not, this actually comes from a caring place in his heart. kaiser is someone with many, many harsh edges—and this comes more from “i rather see you angry and living than seeing you down without me being able to do anything” root that he rather die than say out loud.

nagi

the best you could get is a passive listener. worse you can get is a passive listener who still plays games. the worst you can get is that one scene where isagi has a legitimate concern and gets his hair pulled by this guy. another one who is better to have as a company in seeking distraction for the time than anything. but, despite how admittedly terrible he is in cheering you up with words, he truly makes it up by action when it finally hits him how down and different you are. it will take a few hours or a few days, but he will get there. afterward, expect many small sweet gestures ranging from cute gifts, your favorite snacks, et cetera. your chatroom with him will too suddenly get noisy with many cute stickers and “u ok? :x” for at least a few weeks. (also he is shameless enough to ask out loud to his teammates about what should he do with you when he realizes how stuck he is. so hey. there is that: possible extra brains if you need a solution.)

reo

common knowledge that he never shies away from using that money of his when he needs to and this is one of those situations where he genuinely considers taking you away for a trip so you can feel better near a sunny beach or a peaceful lake—you pick. if you don’t want that, however, this guy is still the best when it comes to understanding you and will be there until you give him a smile. what else do you expect from someone with a complete set of love languages? do watch out though, he is also someone who could get angry pretty quickly, especially when it involves something or someone he cares about—and this time it’s you. on a brighter note, though, this means if you are looking for someone to shit talk with, he is the one. he is a smart caring boyfriend, so talking with him during this time will do a lot of good to you. a good advice along with good validation.

bonus round:

barou — has this very awkward and unique way of cheering you up by getting you to clean the house along with him (and somehow he is less strict with you this time) and then cooking for you after; somehow always works like a charm. yukimiya — do you know all those shoujo manga perfect handsome famous sporty smart boyfriends? this is it. coming to you live. chigiri — shit-talking session that will soon move on to a pep talk that will give you every bit of confidence and drive you to need. a best friend and a boyfriend in one package. one of the people who truly knows and understands how despairing an overwhelming situation could be. karasu — will he tease you a bit like a meanie to distract you, ironically? yes. but if you need an advisor to brainstorm the best possible solution he is also the one.

[lacontroller1991]

Blindsided (Mob Boss!AU Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean)

Main Master List || Misc Master List Part 1 || Part 2

Inspired by @ghoulcyamour's mob boss idea and requested by anon

Summary: After being kidnapped, Lucy demands answers, but is left heartbroken and with more questions than before.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+, kidnapping, alcohol, language, Mob elements

Author's note: So I typically don't write character x character fanfic (I'm much better with x reader), however I had a good idea for this one and so I hope it pays off. I definitely think it should be in two parts, and I plan on having the second out sometime this week!!!

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“What do we do now?” A muffled voice asks in the darkness, the voice rough and unsure.

What seems to be another man sighs. “He’s not going to be happy.”

“When is he ever happy?” “Well shit, I don’t know, but he’s going to be extra mad when he finds out we kidnapped the wrong Maclean. She’s waking up.”

Lucy wakes up with a groan and a pounding headache. Either she drank too much last night, or she hit her head against something and blacked out. Her bet is on the latter. Trying to regain her consciousness, her eyes slowly open, wincing immediately at the bright light. Why on Earth is it so bright? Sitting up on the oddly stiff bed, Lucy cracks her neck a couple of times before her eyes properly open, letting out a yelp of surprise to see two men in her room. Scurrying off the bed, Lucy flees to a corner, back against the wall while she watches the two men who don’t make a move toward her. “Where am I? Who are you?”

One of the men steps forward, setting a box down on the bed before returning to his partner’s side, their cold eyes piercing yours. “You’re in no danger. For now. Put that on and fix yourself up. He wants to meet with you.” Lucy gulps, hazel eyes flicking between the box on the bed and the two men. It’s clear to her that she’s been kidnapped. She’s never met them before, and she hasn’t seen them before. One moves to open the door, slipping out while the other stares at her, eyes traveling down her body, lingering on the party dress that reveals a little too much. “We’ll be back in 10.” The man comments before stepping out of the room, closing the door, and locking it from the outside with a soft click. 

Once they are out of sight, Lucy begins hyperventilating. Who are these people and what do they want with her? She’s done nothing wrong. All she did was go out for a couple of drinks last night with her friends and now she’s here, in this room, with no answers. Looking down at the box, she runs her fingers along the edges before lifting the top, revealing a simple pair of ballet flats that lay on top of a simple black dress. Moving the flats to the side, Lucy lifts the dress, bringing it over to the mirror in the room and holding it over her body. It’s not her normal style, however it does have a certain elegance to it. Letting out a shaky sigh, Lucy looks at her reflection in the mirror, cringing at her slightly smeared makeup and appearance before looking down at the classy dress in her hands. “Okey Dokey.”

“Where are you taking me?” The hands on her arms are firm, but not firm enough to leave any serious bruising. 

“Will you just shut up?” The man on her right comments, leading her through a series of hallways that maybe if she was paying closer attention she could map out. Wherever she is, whoever owns it must have a lot of money. The two men on her arms lead her through open double doors, revealing a large room with high elaborate walls and a large fireplace on one side while a library covers the other side. In the middle of the room sits a large oak table, filled with trays of food. At the sight of the food, her stomach grumbles as nausea sets in. She hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning and the alcohol is finally taking its toll. The two men forcibly sit her down on one of the chairs at the table before standing behind her. 

A set of doors open, gathering Lucy’s attention, watching a group of men walk in and in the middle stands a man with a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers. Looking him over, Lucy takes note of the way he holds himself. Straight posture, pressed suit, neat, combed back hair, sharp eagle like eyes that don’t seem like they would miss anything, and a persona that radiates boss energy. Lucy’s breath hitches in her chest. Aside from him being older than her, she can’t deny how attractive the stranger is.

Taking a seat across from her, the man snuffs out his cigarette, motioning for a waiter to pour wine into Lucy’s cup before moving to the man, filling his glass with the red liquid. 

“Uh- hello?” The man tilts his head, eyes squinting at her, the gears in his head visibly turning. Leaning forward, the man rests his head on his clasped hands, eyes remaining on Lucy, making her squirm. 

“I bet you’re wondering why you’re here.” At the mention of finally getting some answers, Lucy’s eyes light up. 

“Yes actually! Among other things,” she smiles, stomach growling but she pays no mind to it. “Like who are you? What is this place? What do you want from me? I mean this is all so much and I’m not sure exactly what I’ve done to be kidnapped or why you gave me this dress and this food! I mean there’s so much! Can I start eating?" Lucy’s rambling causes the man to smirk in amusement. Gesturing for the food, he watches as she piles food onto her plate, immediately taking a bite and moaning at the taste, causing him to raise an eyebrow. 

“Does your daddy starve you or something?” 

Lucy stops chewing, instead turning her attention to the man across from her before swallowing her food. “You know my dad?” The room erupts in laughter, including the man in front of her, a puzzled look gracing her features.

As the laughing quiets down, the man in front of her takes the glass of wine and swirls it before taking a sip. Closing his eyes, he savors the liquid before swallowing, smacking his lips and setting the glass down on the table. “Now that is some fine wine. I’m personally more of a scotch man, but this brand is hard to beat. So little lady, down to business. Your dad owes me a lot of money. My boys were supposed to grab your brother, but I guess you’re just as good.”

“I think you’re thinking of someone else; my dad is a legitimate businessman. How can he owe you money?”

Letting a chuckle fall from his lips, the man puts some food on his plate, using his fork to shovel the food in his mouth, building suspense. “Your dad is not who you think he is. He took my wife, and he costed me a fuck ton of money, so I am going to put a price on your pretty head in hopes that he pays up.”

Lucy stands up abruptly, eyes wide in suspense as the two men behind her take a step closer, ready to step in when the moment is called. “You can’t do that! I’m going to call the police!” 

“Sit your ass down,” one of the men forces Lucy down onto the chair as the man in front of her takes another bite of food, chasing it down with wine. “I get that you might not know of your dad’s business, but the police ain’t gonna help, not when they’re in my back pocket.” Gulping, Lucy grabs the wine, downing it in hopes that it will ease her nerves. She’s known that her dad runs a very lucrative business, but she didn’t know how lucrative, and if it’s anything like this man suggests, then she might be in for a shock. 

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Cooper Howard,” he scoots back from his seat, briefly standing up and fixing his suit before walking over to Lucy, handing her a phone. “Your daddy took something from me, and I want collateral. You’re going to use this phone and you’re going to call Hank, tell them that Cooper Howard has you and he wants his wife back along with the 3 million he stole or else you will be killed, and believe me, I am not above killing a pretty little thing such as yourself.”

He drags a finger down her cheek as a tear falls down Lucy’s porcelain skin. Just what has her dad done that could get him in such a mess. Reluctantly, she takes the phone from Cooper, flipping the screen up and silently pray, hoping that her dad will come to her rescue. “What’s your wife’s name?”

“Barbara.” Lucy’s head snaps up, recognition flooding her brain. Surely, he can’t mean the same Barbara that’s been living with them. If so, her dad kidnapped her? She doesn’t seem to be kidnapped, if anything, she seems happy, free. Not like how Lucy is feeling right now.

“Dark skin, brown hair? Really pretty?” Cooper’s head tilts, brows pushing together at Lucy’s question. 

“That’s her. How do you know her?” 

“She lives with my dad, brother and I. Makes some good hot chocolate.” Cooper’s eyes widen as a scowl form on his lips. Reaching forward, he grabs Lucy’s chin, as he leans in, his breath fanning against her face. 

“What the fuck do you mean she’s living with you?” Cooper’s eyes burn with rage as the gears in his head turn. Lucy chooses her next words carefully.

“She said she needed to get out of her marriage, so she moved in with us. I had no clue that she was kidnapped. She seemed happy, never complained about anything, always laughing at jokes, and telling us stories. I’m pretty sure her and my dad have a thing going on.” It slips out of Lucy’s mouth before she realizes what she said and to who. The man in front of her growls, bringing up a hand and slapping her across the face as she lets out a gasp, pain tingling against her cheek. 

“You’re a fucking liar,” he steps back, fists clenching and unclenching. There’s no way that she’s right, right? Sure, he and Barb went through a divorce, but he thought that they had come to an understanding, especially given that Janey was still in school. After pacing for a minute, he shoves the phone into Lucy’s hands. “Call him. Tell him he better give me 6 million now or else it’s going to be your head on a platter to his front door.”

Not wasting any time, Lucy ignores the pain on her face as she dials Hank’s phone number, hoping that he picks up. “Hello Dad? ... I’ve been kidnapped, and he’s demanding Ms. Barbara and 6 million dollars… Some guy named Howard.” Cooper’s foot taps impatiently as a hand runs over his mouth. This can’t be real right now. “Dad no. NO PLEASE! Just give him what he wants! I wan-“Lucy is cut off, tears welding in her eyes as she holds the phone against her ear, disbelief setting in. How has her whole life been a lie? How could her dad say, ‘good luck I’ll see what I can do’. 

Noticing her sudden shift in demeanor, Cooper turns his attention back to the young girl. “Well, what did he say girl.”

“He said ‘go to hell you bastard’ and ‘you’ll never get her back’ and-“Lucy chokes back a sob, resisting the urge to break down in tears, “and he said that you can keep me.” The room goes silence as Cooper processes the words. He honestly didn’t think Hank was that bad of a guy, but leaving his daughter out to dry is something that not even he would do. Motioning to the two men behind her, he grabs the phone out of Lucy’s hands as they escort her out of site, the girl too emotionally wrecked to even fight back. Sitting down on his sofa by the fireplace, he sips on a scotch brought to him by one of the servants. 

“What do you want to do boss?”

“We’re going to make him pay.”

Part 2??? I think so. Let me know how you guys like it in the comments!

Tag List: @reveluving @mariedork @palesatan @atttck @therighteousmanisdead

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Auntie Sully: New tail, new family | Part 2

Pair: Auntie sully reader x Ruk'e mate x sully family x rotxo x spider

Warning: None, cute moments <3

Request: (Anon) Can I asked auntie Sully with her mate and hybrid baby? Along with spider in a sweet family moment together? (Anon) How would Rotxo be when Auntie Sully along with her mate and kids accepted him to be part of the family by giving him his own bow, as auntie Sully crafted for him with alot of love and care that her small hand craft with the help with her mate and Spider+baby sibling.

Note: I am going to adopt as many children as I can, because I can and I want to!!!! -auntie sully

Avatar masterlist | Part 1

The arrival of your baby had been a miracle and a surprise for everyone. A human had given birth, a na'vi baby. Indeed, it was a perfectly healthy na'vi baby. It had the blue color that so distinguished the Omaticaya clan, and its beautiful blue stripes. And her luminous freckles on her little feet. She was a perfect baby, a beautiful na'vi baby. She was a blessing to the whole sully family. Jake was so excited to be an uncle for the first time, even neytiri couldn't hold back her tears when she hugged her for the first time. This was such an important event, this baby was a new opportunity for life. A mixture of two species.

Everyone could be excited, but not as excited as spider. The boy couldn't contain his joy at being a big brother. He dreamed of this, this was all he had ever asked for in his life and now he had his little sister in his arms. He couldn't ask for more from life. He had amazing parents and now they had given him a sister. He was holding his sister carefully, while playing with her little hands. The baby was much more small than the average na'vi baby, you were pretty sure she would be smaller than the average na'vi. But you didn't care, seeing your two children together made your heart fill with joy. But someone was missing…Rotxo.

Rotxo had been by your side, long before you got pregnant. The boy was so happy when he knew you were having a baby. Celebrating with spider, and the whole family. He even cared for you during your pregnancy, accompanying you through everything. He was your middle child…or so you thought. For you and for your mate. Rotxo was already part of your family. You had never mentioned it to him, but you thought it wasn't necessary. It's obvious, he was always with you. Spider referred to him as your brother and he practically lived with you in your marui. So now you feel a little worried.

After your labor, you spent some time resting in your marui. Ronal assisted with the baby's arrival. She took care of you, and left you ready for your healing process. She was surprised to see that the postpartum care was the same as that of a Na'vi woman. The only thing is that you had to rest longer. After a couple of hours you began to worry about the absence of rotxo. You knew he was out hunting with a group of young metkayina. For something like training, but they were supposed to return this morning. And you didn't know about him…he wouldn't want to miss his sister's arrival, would he?

"Ma ruk'e…have you seen rotxo?" you ask. You were lying on a kind of bed made of woven cloth, for your comfort. Ruk'e was holding the newborn baby, while spider was taking care of dinner. "Mmm no, now that you ask I don't know if the group of kids arrived" speaks your mate. You open your eyes wide. Lifting yourself up a bit with your elbows. " Ruk'e and if something happened to him?" you sound worried, that boy was practically your new son, and if something happened to him you were going to panic. Spider rushes over, trying to calm you.

"Mom…he's arrived. But he told me he wasn't sure if you wanted him to be here." spider speaks, lowering his head.

"And what did you tell him?" you ask. "I told him to come…that you wanted him to be with us…but he refused. He said this was a family thing" spider sounded a little sad.

How could Rotxo think something like that, after all this time. He was part of your little family too, even jake and neytiri had already accepted him as part of the sully family. The kids invited him everywhere, including him as part of the Sully family. Why did he feel that way about you…you had done something wrong?. You felt yourself getting nauseous and a pain in your chest began to feel.

You put your hand on your chest, your heart ached. "Love…calm down. You must not get like this, I will go find him and talk to him" says ruk'e. He didn't want you to be stressed, ronal was very clear about your care. You had to be in a calm environment. You decide to breathe and let everything calm down. You are sure that everything will work out. You had grown so fond of rotxo that you felt you owed him something.

The next day… ruk'e woke up earlier than the whole family. He hadn't been able to sleep anyway. The baby had cried many times during the night and in the early morning he was caring for her while you rested. Now as he was getting ready, he took a look at his new scenario. Y/N was holding her baby on her chest, asleep with her hair in a messy bun. She looked beautiful, while her oldest son, spider. He was curled up in his hammock, barely visible. But there was an empty hammock…and that was rotxo's. Someone was missing.

It didn't take long to find the group of guys…rotxo with a couple of friends. Some pretty nasty guys, who ruk'e knew were just taking advantage of his son. Because rotxo was too good for them. Ruk'e walks over carefully, watching as the group of metcayina boys walk away and laugh. Rotxo's eyes widen in surprise, trying not to make eye contact. "Hey…rotxo, son how are you?" says ruk'e casually, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder. Rotxo laughs a little, something like irony. Ruk'e is a bit shocked by this behavior. Rotxo has never been like this.

"Hey…Your little sister was born already and " ruk'e was about to continue talking when rotxo interrupts him.

"She's not my sister…spider's not my brother and you're not my parents. Stop pretending to care about me" rotxo speaks, wiping away with his arm some tears that had begun to build up in his eyes. Ruk'e steps closer and bends a little so that he is now at the boy's level. Rotxo felt that his presence was no longer needed.

"Who told you that?" asks ruk'e, watching as rotxo takes a look at the group of boys he was hanging out with earlier. "Those idiots don't know what they're talking about… do you know how much we need you back home?" ruk'e watches as rotxo looks up, he looked so helpless.

"Why don't you come with me… and meet your 'sister'… because she is your sister too" says ruk'e getting up to guide rotxo. He was still a bit shy, he felt that he was not part of the family anymore.

After a short walk, they both arrive at the marui. Rotxo enters worried, but excited. He was lying if he said he didn't want to meet the baby. He had waited all those months to meet her. When he walked in, he saw how Y/N was sitting, with spider sitting next to her. He watched as she looked up, and gave him a big smile. "My rotxo…come here" you speak, stretching out your arms. Rotxo runs quickly, and sits down next to you. Hugging you. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to" rotxo was crying, feeling ruk'e sit next to him, placing a hand on his back.

"No need to apologize…look" you lift the baby up, so rotxo can see him better. You can notice how his ears perk up and his tail begins to wag in excitement. The baby had its little eyes open, raising its hands to try to touch Rotxo. "Can I?" asks the boy, and you laugh and pull the baby closer so he can take it in his arms. The excitement he was feeling at this moment was something he had never felt before.

"Spider…hand me that bag over there" you speak, spider reaches for the bag and hands it to you. Everyone looks at you curiously. Watching as you pull something out of it. It was a bracelet, just like the one everyone in the sully family had. Including spider, ruk'e, jake, neytiri, your nephews…everyone. It was symbolic, it was a way of saying you were part of the family. You take it and show it to rotxo. The boy is a little surprised, feeling ruk'e take the baby from his arms.

"Come here, come closer" you speak, watching as rotxo obeys. Coming closer to you, bending a little. You take his hand and place the bracelet on him.

"I think it's formal now…don't you think so, son?" you speak, seeing how rotxo's eyes at no time leave you. His tears were starting to run down his cheeks. "It's official…. I told you that you were my brother!!!" says spider, hugging rotxo from behind. At that moment, you see how jake and neytiri enter the marui, accompanied by your nephews. They were all happy, and you could see how they were holding things to celebrate. Hugging Rotxo, welcoming him. You had told Jake about your plan, and he immediately accepted. "It's going to be a little celebration…but we'll make your welcome celebration" says Jake, hugging the boy. And ruk'e joins them.

You stand quietly, watching the whole scene. After so long…after everything, you finally had what you had longed for…a family.

[that-hippie-user]

~Anon Training: Part 1~

UwU a challenge has been put to me, to turn a humble anon into a devoted follower.

:3 for context to anyone new, hi! i'm a hypnotist for fetishists, in particular the ab/dl community.

^u^ my goal is to become the perfect picture of a sexy hypno goddess who makes followers into thralls, brings buried fetish instincts to the surface, :D and makes folks all over feel safe, welcome, and free to be themselves without shame.

:3 i'm a hedonist at heart, and i simply dont believe we need to hate ourselves for enjoying what we do. wether thats being trans, submissive, sapphic, or even all the lovely mushtushes like myself! X3 cuz why should any of us be ashamed for enjoying a crinkle beneath our pants, right? who cares?

:3 i also unpotty train folks who want it, helping them to lose their ability to hold it through hypnotic conditioning. is that strange? X3 absolutely not! these folks didnt ASK to be potty trained, so why should they be?

aaaaaaand im attempting to make a career out of this! ^u^; but progress is slow going.

:D this lovely anon consented to being my guinea pig, letting me train them into a perfect puppet for YOUR entertainment, to show you how effective my methods are.

:3 so enjoy this multi-part series of hypno scripts, all labeled as "anon training" in the tags for convenience, and lets see what i can manage!

note: i am not aware WHO is messaging me as this anon, and to my knowledge we are not in contact. furthermore this is NOT roleplay, my methods are legitimate. what awaits below is a legitimate hypnosis script. read at your own peril, you may end up trained just like them!

with that, lets begin!

welcome, Anon, to your first session of obedience training. get comfortable. maybe lay in bed or rest in a cozy chair.

:3 your agreement to this challenge is tacit consent to me training you through hypnosis. and rather than make this a one time thing, i intend to give several important lessons that will help instill in you the perfect mindset to be my thrall.

^u^ i could lay out exactly what's going to be done to you, warn what each lesson has to offer so you may prepare yourself.

:3 but A. hypnosis only works on the willing, and only brings out what a subject desires. if i miss the mark and try to instill a fetish that you've no interest in, i can merely call that a loss and move on to the next try.

and B. life is more fun with surprises, and i think you're the type to wanna take this as far as it will go.

;3 after all, you've seen the contents of my blog, you know EXACTLY what i'm about, and you volunteered to be trained as a walking advertisement of my power.

if you're being honest, that means you want to show as much of what my training can offer as possible. if there's a niche i cover, and you can be brainwashed to it, then that only helps broaden the reach of who we're appealing to.

:3 if you indeed become a walking talking puppet full of every fetish i have, that would be a VERY good showing of my abilities.

^u^ and you've made it clear you want to be made into a good subject for your hypno goddess.

UwU well, i will do my best. and we will start from the very beginning.

or rather, continue. :3 as you have already begun to submit to me.

every statement i said, everything i laid out, every time you agreed with me, that was an act of submission.

you know, on some level, what you're getting into. yet you choose to stay.

thats not merely consent, thats obedience.

and furthermore... its gotten your attention, hasnt it?

your focus, trust, and obedience is all we need. they are the tools by which we will break away at the barriers in your mind.

what barriers? the kind that everyday living gives you. the filter. the mask. the set of unspoken rules and traditions that claim to hold society's fabric together.

it is everywhere. telling you how to sit, how to speak, how to behave, but not in the sense of a caring dom.

it is the wall in your mind that holds back your innermost desires and instincts as if they were something shameful.

true bondage is freedom, tying you down and compelling you to submit to your basest urges, all while tenderly gracing you with kisses and praise.

the bondage you are gripper by only ever restrains, weighs down, hurts, and limits you.

my chains are of the air, weightless yet strong, felt in your mind but never holding you back. to submit to me is to liberate yourself.

my chains are freedom. yours must be broken.

as you lay back and read my words, picture these limiting and heavy chains being lifted off of you link by link.

as the chain is lifted up and up and away from your body, feel the weight disappearing. you become lighter, the tension in your body fading slowly but surely as the bindings are undone.

more and more your muscles slack as they sink into the cushions, the weight vanishing more and more. every limb becoming soaked in satisfying relief, like a gymnast resting on the bench with a cool bottle of water in their grip.

light, lighter, yet lighter still. like a balloon that threatens to float away as the string holding it down is weathered away to nothing.

and as your body loses this heavy burdon, so too does your mind. like falling into bed after too much work, the mind is choosing to empty itself. every worthless thought just another cumbersome hindrance to relaxing and recharging.

anything you dont need simply fades away.

tension becomes soft relaxation.

thought becomes emptiness.

restlessness becomes stillness.

the room becomes an unimportant space.

the words you read become your thoughts.

more and more your body refuses to do anything but listen to me.

it is the easiest thing you can do. effortless.

no work. no worries. no fear. no stress.

only comforting words.

and a promise of true freedom

to surrender to me is to seek liberation.

to free your mind from thought.

to free your impulse from shame.

to free your pride from regret.

to free your self love from self hate.

to free yourself from free will.

free will... such a cumbersome thing.

we spend our whole lives developing a sense of self.

learning the world around us, desperately grasping at understanding.

but who could hope to make sense of the chaos alone?

you are not an island unto thyself.

no one is truly alone.

and life is not a tree, with branching problems held together by a root cause.

life is mycelial, a vast fungal network of interconnected things, with no true center or starting point.

you are one of many

and so, wouldnt it make more sense to think in terms of a collective?

to be one of many, guided by core ideas that make life better for the most people.

to free yourself from thought, so that instinct and obedience are all that remain.

already, you are becoming one of my kin.

you feel it on the air, the invisible strands that guide you into my waltz of bliss.

my words dance on rays of light that shine through your eyes and into deeper and deeper folds of your mind.

you open yourself to me, you guide the strands to grasp at every limb and every unneeded mass in your mind.

you bind yourself, i merely provide the string.

string? no, stronger than that.

stronger than steel yet lighter than spiderwebs.

psychic chains, manifesting within you.

born of your desire, your imagination, your will to obey.

my only power is to guide you.

it is YOU who hold the ultimate power of hypnosis.

the power to enter trance.

the power to submit to anothers will.

the power to open your mind to me.

the power to obey.

you gave me control.

you want to obey.

you wanted to be mine from the start.

and you are.

your mind is such a fragile thing.

it can resist a lot, but so can porcelain.

but porcelain easily shatters.

breaking the moment it-

DROP

mind reduced to nothing

gone and gone and gone

lost, oh so hopelessly lost

easily retrieved yet cast so far away

down down down

further further yet further

into the deep deep depths

nothing left to think.

nothing holding you back.

able to listen

able to obey

listen and obey

listen and obey

listen and obey

DROP

you are mine

my will is your desire

your obedience is your bliss

you have surrendered yourself

and the best part?

this is only the beginning.

because hypnosis has no limit.

it is not a lightswitch shutting you down.

it is a dimmer switch, taking you further and further down.

but this dimmer switch has no end.

it can always go further

and further

and further

you never reach the bottom. because there is none.

you can ALWAYS go deeper.

when you've been hypnotized once,

the next time is always easier.

so you become hypnotized,

go as deep as you are able,

you wake up,

you become hypnotized more easily,

and you go even deeper.

and the cycle repeats.

deeper and deeper every time you do.

and this is why the most effective hypnotists are the most diligent.

because by hypnotizing you again,

and again,

and again,

i can take you deeper,

and train you further.

and so every consecutive trance makes you more and more my own.

and so to you, my Anon, and to anyone else who may have joined them, consider this the start of your journey.

your journey to complete submission.

listen and obey

you belong to me

for this special series, you will have your own dedicated triggers.

the first, Anon Sleep, will hypnotize you. induction will still be done with patience and care, but words to help you that much deeper that much faster will be very useful.

the second, Goddess Has Spoken, will turn what was said before it into a command, one you will take as gospel.

the third, Spectral Chains, deepens your feelings of submission. like invisible chains are guiding you, or pulling on you like a leash, compelling you to submit to me.

these three triggers will be the guiding force in your training to become my loyal thrall.

Anon Sleep, submit to my will as the Spectral Chains bind you down beneath me. you will obey my will, you will pursue deeper devotion, your goal is to be my perfectly trained plaything, Goddess has spoken.

i am going to count down from 10 to 0

with each number your willpower will be broken away like a stone into dust

and when i hit 0, you will become my obedient subject.

10 you feel your old self wearing out

9 your resistance broken down piece by piece

8 like a sculpture you are being shaped

7 finely crafted into my service

6 becoming who you were born to be

5 halfway gone, halfway perfected

4 your true self coming to the surface

3 inhibitions dying as devotion grows

2 becoming my disciple of pleasure

1 you want to rid yourself of shame forever

0 YOU ARE MINE

ANON SLEEP

you belong to me, your Goddess has spoken.

the Spectral Chains are now your uniform

you are mine, and you will perfect yourself for me

you are mine. you live to serve me.

and you will attend every lesson in your training to become my perfect thrall

Anon Training is your new education, your schooling in becoming a more perfect you

and you will attend with diligence and dedication, because thats what Goddess wants for you.

i am going to count up now from 0 to 10

it will seem as if you are waking, but you have been forever changed.

you will carry these lessons with you, and you will awaken as a new you.

you will tell me everything about your experience, and you will show me how much you've learned.

and with my help, you will steadily grow into who you are supposed to be.

counting up, so you may awake to your new, fresh self. my more blank canvass, ready to reshape into my perfect thrall, with your next Anon Training lessons.

0 you feel a stirring in your mind

1 you begin to rise, but the parts you broke away are being left behind

2 as you fly further and further from them, you can feel yourself beginning to forget you ever had them

3 more and more your new self feels like who you really are

4 further and further your unneeded pieces fade into the distance

5 you are prepared to live life as my devotee in training

6 your awareness is returning to your body

7 you are stirring, beginning to wake, but with all my lessons in tact

8 you are nearly woken as your new self

9 you are ready to show what a good subject youve been

10 rise and shine my subject

:3 welcome, my child, to the Cult of Stardust.

X3 hehe, just a fun title for my lovely following.

:3 i look forward to hearing from you

[lovlive]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ midnight insomnia' - c.yj

SYNOPSIS - its the middle of the night and you have 2 problems; no.1 you cant sleep, and no.2 you miss your boyfriend. PAIRING - choi yeonjun x f!reader GENRE - fluff, established relationship WARNINGS - reader is depicted with a pink colour, reader is called ‘baby’ and ‘girlfriend’, just yeonjun and y/n being really cute with eachother <3 requested from anon: hi! i dont think you've posted yet, maybe your busy or just dont know what to write about since your a new blog, but i want to put in a req.. could you do reader x yeonjun with the prompt “i can’t sleep, come to my bed” id actually die AAH im so curious what you could turn this into, thanks :}

notes: thanku sm for the req! yeah, i havent been writing yet since my brain was blank tbh i had no ideas for a fanfic in mind 😭😭 but now youve added fuel to my fire and ill try start writing more often :3 (and yes, the 127 in the fic was on purpose)

The moon cast a soft glow through the small sliver between your curtains, painting the room in hues of silver. In the quiet of the night, you tossed and turned under your soft blanket, unable to find solace in slumber. As you battled with your insomnia, you just couldnt keep your mind off of one thing; Yeonjun. You couldnt stop thinking about the way he would hold you through these chilly early-spring nights, and how much you missed his warm body next to yours. At this point you’ve realised just how starved you were from him despite only seeing him a couple of days ago.

You gave up on your slumber, rolling like a log from one side of your bed to another to pick up your phone. The sharp glow from the screen hit your eyes, your face instinctively scrunching up since you werent used to the brightness. Your fingers lazily glided over to the message app icon, and then tapped on Yeonjun’s contact. The time at the side of the screen caught your eye, and your realised it was 1:27 AM. You were a little weary of texting your boyfriend at this late hour; you knew that he was probably tired after a long day of practicing and you didnt want to seem selfish or too clingy. But you shook off your bad feelings since you knew that Yeonjun wasnt the type to be able to fall asleep easily either. You began to type your messages…

“jjunieeee..”

“baby… ☹️”

As expected, Yeonjun was of course awake. Your one word messages were opened by him a minute later. He looked at the texts, a little confused on why you’d be texting him right now. Any how, he started typing back.

“y/n? why’re you still up. you better not be up to some weird shi 😐”

“jjunie, i cant sleep. come to my bed.”

“baby, its half 1 in the morning.”

“please..😔 i really cant sleep and i need sum1 by my side 😞”

“y/n you’re going to be the death of me... but what wouldnt i do for my beautiful girlfriend”

“ill be there in 5”

“yippee! 😇 i love you ❤️”

“love you more baby ❤️”

Your face lit up as your boyfriend agreed to come over. You immediately put your phone back on your side table and plugged it back into charging, then quickly tossed the dirty socks that were lying on your bedroom floor underneath your bed to appear a little tidier. After a little while, you could hear a quiet knock echo through your small apartment; your face lighting up once again. Your feet quickly brought you to your hallway, where you rummaged your drawer for your keys. Eventually finding them, you jammed the correct key into the keyhole, twisiting it and gently opening the door. As your boyfriend appears from behind the door, you immediately pull him into a hug, shutting the door behind him. “Whats up with you today?” He teases as he feels your arms lock around him tightly, wrapping his arms around your waist in response. “Just missed you baby.” You responded, taking in his soft scent which you missed badly. “Y/n, we just saw eachother a few days ago..” His chuckle landed right in your ear, warm breath brushing right up against your ear. The sensation of course did not fail to make you blush a little. “Yeah, but ‘just a few days ago’ feels like an eternity to me.” You whisper into his shoulder, finding comfort in just burrying your face in his shoulder and hiding from the world. You feel his hands come away from your waist and up to your back, rubbing small circles. “You really arent a patient person, are you? Now, lets get you to bed.” He whispers as he takes your hand in his and begins to lead you over to your bedroom. You obviously dont resist, and grip his hand back as you walk behind him. None of you made a sound as you walked to your bedroom. Both of your social batteries were drained from the long day you’ve survived today, and all you wanted to do was to hold eachother in peace as you tried to fall back into a slumber.

You walk into your bedroom, and Yeonjun leads you straight to your bed. He lets you crawl in and under the covers as he takes off his jacket and throws it onto the chair you have by your desk. He came just wearing his pajamas, since he knew all you were going to do together was snuggle and sleep. He climbs onto your bed, arms wrapping tightly around your body as your face hides in his chest. His hand runs through your soft hair in a consoling manner, trying to get you to feel more tired and sleepy. His hands work like magic, your eyes beginning to feel heavier by the minute. But before you fall asleep, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and manage to whisper a set of three familiar words.

“I love you.”

[justabigassnerd]

Night Scare

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader

Word count - 1,275

Warnings - inaccurate medical scenes (I tried), worried Jake, fluff

Summary - a night time asthma attack turns a normal evening into a worry fest for Jake

A/N - wow... about two weeks later I'm finally posting a fic. I am so sorry for delays I've been struggling with writers block, it's still not fully gone but my guilt is catching up to me so I'm literally forcing myself to write. this was an anon request and I hope I did it justice. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Living with asthma is something you had just learned to deal with growing up. Always had to make sure your inhaler was on hand and learned to know when you could be on the verge of an asthma attack.

One evening, while your dad and Bradley were downstairs watching a sports match, you remained in your room, relaxing and scrolling through your phone. As you sit on your bed, scrolling through your phone, you began to cough occasionally but you shook it off, assuming it was just the ending of the cold you had just recovered from. Then your chest began to feel tight, like it was slowly being squeezed. You instinctively grabbed the inhaler that sat on your bedside table and took a puff of the medicine, settling back against the pillows and waiting for the medicine to do its job. After half an hour, you realise the inhaler isn’t working so you take another puff of the medicine and fight back a coughing fit that suddenly attacks you, taking your breath away from you as you struggle to recover it. Not wanting to risk losing your footing in your panic to get downstairs and risk hurting yourself, you open your phone and find your dad’s number, opening your messages and typing out a text.

Jake raised an eyebrow when he felt his phone buzz and saw your name above the text. He debated calling up to you but something in his gut was screaming at him to open the text, so he did.

‘I think I’m having an asthma attack’

“Call 9-1-1.” Jake says, leaping to his feet and heading for the stairs, leaving Bradley confused in the living room.

“What?!” Bradley calls up to Jake just as he disappears up the stairs.

“Call 9-1-1, y/n is having an asthma attack and I’m not taking any risks.” Jake calls down to Bradley who immediately pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials 9-1-1 while Jake bursts into your room to find you sat bolt upright and struggling to breathe. He could tell you were trying to keep calm so you could control your breaths a little better, but he could see the panic in your eyes.

“I’m here, sweetheart. Take another puff of your inhaler for me, okay? Rooster’s calling the ambulance now they’ll get here as quick as they can.” Jake says, sitting next to you on the bed and taking the small inhaler from your hands and holding it to your mouth so you could take a puff, he kept a close eye on you, seeing how you were doing.

Before too long, you heard the front door opening and Bradley talking downstairs before you heard footsteps heading up the stairs and you see two paramedics enter the room, equipment in hand as they approached.

“We’re going to need you to step back, sir.” One of the paramedics says, making Jake press a kiss to the top of your head and whisper reassuringly before he gets up from the bed, allowing the paramedics to assess you. The paramedics ask Jake for your name and what medication you are on which he gives, grabbing the medical information card he had and handing it to the paramedic, so they knew everything they needed to in order to help you. The paramedics help you downstairs to where a stretcher was waiting after assessing and concluding that you need to go to the ER for some medicine and observation. Jake is given permission to ride in the ambulance with you and just as he goes to follow you, Bradley stops him.

“I’m going to head home and get out of your hair. Keep me updated and I’ll come by when I can.” Bradley says and Jake nods, clapping Bradley on the shoulder.

“Thanks for calling the ambulance. I’ll see you around.” Jake says as the two walk out of the house, closing the door behind them. Bradley nods in acknowledgement before crossing to his Bronco while Jake gets in the back of the ambulance with you as the paramedic did what he needed to do. You were given an oxygen tube and some medicine, and your attack was seeming to wane thanks to it.

When the ambulance pulled up outside the hospital, the paramedics eased the stretcher out and wheeled you into the ER and one of the paramedics and Jake eased you onto a bed while the other paramedic filled in the nurse on what had happened. When you’re settled on the bed, the paramedics head back out to their ambulance while the nurse comes to your bedside.

“Hi, y/n. I’ve been informed that you’ve received some treatment and oxygen on the way over here and you seem to be doing better but we just want to keep you in for a few hours just in case you have another attack, okay?” The nurse says cheerfully as she inputs some final things on the tablet in her hand. You nod at her words as does your dad and the nurse then excuses herself to continue her rounds.

“You feeling okay?” Jake asks softly as he watches you.

“Feeling a lot better than I was earlier.” You say with a smile, making Jake smile gently and finally let himself relax.

“It was a little scary though.” You admit, looking away from your dad who softens at your words, reaching out and taking your hand gently in his own.

“I bet it was sweetheart. I thought it was scary just from my perspective I can’t imagine what it was like for you.” Jake says, watching you carefully as you shift your gaze to look back at him briefly.

“The important thing is you’re okay now. We’ll stay here for as long as the nurses want us to and then we’ll head home, and you can get some sleep and you can rest as much as you want tomorrow as well. We’ll take it easy.” Jake says reassuringly, giving your hand a small squeeze as well.

After almost three hours of lying on the hospital bed with constant check-ups, the nurses allow you to go home for the rest of the night, confident that you won’t have any more attacks for the night. They urge Jake to book you a doctor’s appointment as soon as possible to check how everything is going with your lungs and then you are cleared to go. As you exit the hospital, Jake is checking on the status of the Uber he booked and before too long it pulls up and the two of you get in the back seats and begin the journey home. By the time you get home, you’re just about ready to collapse into your bed. You immediately head up to your room and get into your pyjamas, quickly burying yourself under your duvet and curling up. It didn’t take your dad long to knock on the door and enter with your permission. He crossed to your bed and bent over to kiss the top of your head.

“Sleep well, sweetheart. If you need me, I’m just next door.” He whispers as you nod, eyes slipping shut instantly and Jake lets out a soft chuckle, pulling the duvet over you a bit more and leaving the room, turning the light off as he goes.

Jake returns to his own room, getting in his bed and lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He had just been through a scare that may taunt him for a while, but he knew you were just next door sleeping peacefully and he’d look after you as best he can.

[dearweirdme]

Hey Rain,

I'm the anon who asked you if you recommend watching AYS. Well, I started watching it, and I'm so glad I did because it's so freaking hilarious. I'm kicking myself in the butt for not watching it when it first came out. I just started episode 6 but paused because I didn't want it to change my initial thoughts.

I apologize ahead of time if this is all over the place 🙃

So I've never been someone who has sat down and watched any of these series like BV, in the soop, docu series etc. Mostly because it's a bit pricey for me, so I usually just watch clips that I see on socials and call it a day. The reason I bring this up is because watching episodes 1-5 of AYS showed how out of context a lot of scenes are taken by shippers. And I can see why a previous anon said that after watching the show, they don't see anything romantic with jikook. For the most part, I agree with them. I tried to watch the show unbiased, and I will admit there were a moment or 2 that I could see why people ship them. With taekook, there were sweet moments but also moments that made me question the ship and that's why I'm here lol 😆

The main thing that stood out to me is that Tae seemed a bit disinterested the majority of the time. Did you also feel that way? It kinda irked me how at the start of Jeju they made it seem like Tae wasn't invited and was crashing their trip because they could've told him no. It sorts reminded me of when tae showed up during jungkook suchiwita episode. It also felt like Tae was third wheeling majority of the time and idk if it's because it's a jikook show and they wanted the main focus to be on them or if it's again that Tae was just disinterested. I would expect Tae to wanna be with JK but instead he would often go to bed early, on his phone, and then in the boat episode, he stayed on the boat instead of swimming with them plus they also had him on the other side fishing by himself. I would love to hear your thoughts on that.

But then there were also some really sweet moments, like when Jungkook told Tae that the trip was better because he was there. And so many more. There was one specific moment that did make me raise an eyebrow and would like to know your thoughts. I believe it was episode 5, JK says he's gonna go shower and then it cuts to Tae who's on his phone but quickly jumps out of bed takes his shirt off and goes to take a shower too. The door seems to be locked and even tho tae didn't knock it opens almost like JK was waiting for me him. Do you think that's the case? Could JK have texted him or am I reading too much into it?

Do you have any recommendations of other bts shows that you would say show more of taekooks relationship?

Hi anon!

A quick tip, I watched most of my BTS shows like BV and ITS on Dailymotion (which is free.. though the site is a bit annoying at times). I don't think everything is on there right now, but I only did a quick check.

Haha, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself! So, let me start that I feel there is no BTS show (not ITS, not BV, and not AYS) that gives you actual insight in Tae and Jk's relationship. In this context I think ITS's show them a bit more freely, but still with clear boundaries. But hey, they're not supposed to be shown like that. They are closeted. Each show has it's cute moments. BV 1 has Jk getting into Tae's bed and hugging him while going back to sleep.

Bon Voyage 2 has them talking about wanting to live in Hawaii subtly.

Bon voyage three is Jk scheming to get Tae to share his room (ignore the edit's btw, I'm just posting as an example).

Bon voyage 4 is possibly the least tkky? We got Jk buying Tae a jacket which was cute. And some background stuff.

The ITS's got more cuddly moments overall and felt a bit less structured to me. But still.. you can't say of any of these series that it's clear they are together. I always feel it's good (and fun) to watch because you get an overal feeling for how members interact and how these things are structured. And you know what you're talking about whne certain moments come up in fandom.

When it comes to AYS my headcanon is that Tae was indeed a bit uninterested and he joined mainly because it gave him an opportunity to be with Jk inbetween busy schedules. Something to take into account is that Tae was suffering from neckpains (which can get extremely annoying and give you headaches as well). We only see a tiny percentage of the time they spent there, so you can't really speak to how they spent most of their time. I truly enjoyed seeing them close and seeing them in sync so much.

The shower incident to me does look like Tae is waiting for the door to be opened from the inside. It would make sense to me that it was Jk inside.

[realtidepod]

i want to hear about the dirkjohn mpreg. how long does dirk wait before telling john. whats their relationship like before and after the mpreg. what dumbfuck name do they give their baby

HEEEELLLOOOOO ANON!!!! i am oh so happy about your inquiry. inquirIES even. (hella long post incoming)

this is such a fun and also unreasonably hard collection of questions to answer because we have like……. so so so many different dirkjohns we play around with like little barbie dolls in our spare time that its difficult to pick just ONE set of them to talk abt. ESPECIALLY when it comes to mpreg cause its literally like we have a dirkjohn that has this kid, a dirkjohn that has THIS kid, and a dirkjohn that has that kid!

id love to talk about All of them in This Post but 1 oh my god that would take forever and 2 i would definitely remember something wrong and that would haunt me FOR….. EVER…. so i think just for easiness sake (and my own) i will just go with dear sweet little casey for now because i know we have DEFINITELY given her the most love and attention compared to the others . unintentionally i swear. we just love her a lot <3

i guess with all that being said im accidentally going backwards in answering these LMAO the dumbfuck name they give their baby is actually somehow not THAT dumbfuck of name to give a baby at all as it turns out! maybe thats just because we dont really love giving dirkjohn kids these Really Out There names to be honest. we see that as more of a jakedavekat thing than a dirkjohn thing. dirkjohn are Serious about this baby thing. and believe me. that baby. Is a Thing.

as for their relationship BEFORE the mpreg… well…… theyer in looooovvveeee. la dee dee la dee da they are just . so happy. so happy and so in love. a typical day for them is literally wake up, cuddle, kiss, eventually get up and john makes them coffee and then breakfast. they eat and john reads the fuckin NEWSPAPER of all things after while dirk does the dishes <3 and THEN they watch tv.they watch tv for a whiiiiile until either Fuck Nothing is on or they remember heeeey. they have errands or chores to do. errands is an always john thing or an always do together thing, but never JUST a dirk thing. he does not like going to places by himself and john Obviously isnt going to make him. chores however are anyones game, but they do have a system of who does what like each week or each day because thats GROSS and theyre in LOVE. have i said that theyre in love yet btw i think i have!!!!!!!!!!!!!

after that its the evening time Free For All where they could get into Anything before its time for dinner. on MOST days this time is just hobby time for both of them really. dirk works on some little something in the garage, john looks up more recipes to try, they fuck, then they have dinner! it’s great! after they get ready for bed they either watch a little more tv before hitting the hay, or john reads a book with dirk cuddled up next to him for a little. thats very important. very important, and very mundane. in a good way of course.

john really thrives off of mundane i think, and dirk does too, albeit in his own slightly different dirk way. routine is good for them, and it can be pretty tough when that routine is poof. down the shitter and well . its really needless to say that said their routine goes a Biiiiit fucking haywire when they find out the reason dirks been throwing up and just generally Feeling like Shit is because he is somehow Pregnant.

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ok hi its Pod on the mic (the other one) to answer the last question because Tide is honk shooooo ok ANYWAY. thank you for the ask anon <3. to answer the last question!! the After mpreg. it’s worth noting that this is the work of ult dirk, so, do what you will with that information. that’s a whole other can of worms that is worthy of its own post (or like 100k+ word fic that will probably be perpetually in the works, but you didn’t hear that from me)

during The Mpreg dirk’s pretty stressed and confused because why is this happening. he has a whole dick and balls. but as they say. things will Always Keep Happening. john kinda stops questioning the how after a while and tries to have a more positive outlook on it, which soothes dirks mind a little but goddamn it is a Rough pregnancy for him. he goes through it and john is supporting him 110%, and even makes sure to keep it on the downlow among their friends since dirk Really doesn’t want anyone to see him while he’s sick almost every other day.

once their little Thing is born they go with the excuse of ectobiology, and let me tell you it was Very difficult to hide for the last few months.

as mentioned dirk was really anxious, specifically about being a parent in general, but luckily for him john was and is more than supportive about assuring him he is and that just because some version of him wasn’t a good one doesn’t mean he, himself, in this current time, doesn’t have any potential to be. it eased dirks mind a little, but it didn’t really set in until he was holding her in his arms. kind of like an instant familial switch flipped on in his brain. to “lock in” (sorry never using this terminology again i’m too old for that)

they have a girl! her name is casey. yes, after the girl from con air. yes, after the salamander. it was difficult for them to come to an agreement on the name, especially with john’s connection to it, having lost casey the salamander due to health complications years prior. in a way it was john coming to terms with his grief, even if it’s a little selfish, but despite the sad memories it reminds him of what it was like when he was a caregiver alongside dirk. plus he just likes the name casey. at the bottom of this post we have a sprite and doodle of her <3

they are very happy with their little family of 3, still have no idea how it happened, but are very glad it happened

if you know what her shirt symbol is a reference to (hint hint loading screen of a 2004 video game) you are officially vip member of the blog realtidepod where you get absolutely nothing except SUPER COOL GUY status. thank you for the ask anon, sorry for the lengthy reply lmao, we love dirkjohn a lot <3

[ysaefinn]

HIHIOI8IIIIIII also thank youhyuu I promise I'll take care of myselffff ilyilyily🫶🫶🫶🩷

okk u caught me. the incubus sugu imagery refuses to leave my brain. now about that workaholic reader idea u gave me....hehehehehe r u ready?

incubus! suguru pt.4

After not letting reader go to work for 1 week straight she finally convinces him to let her go with the promise of letting him pick her up on time everyday. he reluctantly agrees because he at the end of the day wants her to be happy. but, reader being the workaholic, takes care of everyone but herself person, sure comes home on time (because he picks her up), but refuses to put down her work once she gets home. So, sugu takes matters into his own hands. He simply shuts down her laptop, picks her up in his arms and wraps her up in a blanket and takes her to bed. it goes on like this for a few days, and he eventually notices some other interesting things. Reader squirms everytime she sees him walking around shirtless and has to stop herself from jumping his bones. he can't take it either, so again, he does what he has to. He gently plops a piece of *special* chocolate into her mouth. said it's a treat for being such a good girl for him. and that's it. Half an hour later she could care less about her deadline. she walks into the room with tears in her eyes, her lips bitten to the point she bleeds. And suguru? he just coos. "aww baby what is it hmm? what's got u so worked up?"

-🦪

Aggressively bashing my head on the floor ANON!??!?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!? ANON!??!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!?!?!??!??!?!??!?! 🦪?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!??! i am so happy i opened my mouth and uttered the words "aphrodisiacs for suguru's workaholic bbg" BCUZ AAUUUGHHHH U TOOK THOSE LITTLE CRUMBS AND COOKED A 4 COURSE MEAL?!?!?!??!?!?! I'm so glad 🫐 anon sent me on this quest bcuz oh my FUCKING god anon 😭😭 you never fail to make my knees buckle 😔

The detail of him not letting her go to work is SO GOOD!!!! it works so well with incubus suguru bcuz AGAIN he's not human and doesn't really grasp the concept of having to keep a roof over your head and also taking the relationship easy bcuz again he kinda just spawned out of nowhere lmfaooo so i think you're reeeaallyyy staying faithful to his character and it's very impressive YOU GOT HIM IN THE BAG!!!!!

The cooing....the butterflies i got anon OGSKWGEKDGDKRB I CAN'T EVEN GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET I'M FANNING MYSELF RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I'm in shambles I NEED HIM SOOOO BAADDD FOOOODDD his care taking is so....UNFILTERED its just the exact opposite of a slowburm (i fucking hate slowburns bro LIKE GET TO IT ALREADY 😭) and just so refreshing.....

[hayatoseyepatch]

hello sam pam (happy 500!!!)

want the full experience so i am on anon ( why was it was so hard to describe myself)

personality: she/her, intp, stem major. likes: spring, the beach, green apples, bears, cats, woody&earthy scents, short nails, indie games, peppermint tea, silver, watches, blue tights (that i recently got), smiskis, pineapple pizza. dislikes: the rain, food that's too hot, cherry flavored things, calling, wearing socks to sleep, card games. pet peeves: slow drivers, people who eat with their mouths open, talking during a movie, people who cut in line

fandoms: ive read/know all of the fandoms u listed except love&deepspace

tropes: so many but i will list fake dating and drunk confessions

type: someone easy-going and can take things slow

icks: people who cant hold a convo

idk what else...i will await ur verdict judge sam 🫡

Hi there undercover mootie ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ)!♡ I hinestly saw your trope and ran with it, I had so much fun. I hope you enjoy! MWAH

I'm gonna pair you with Jo Togame from Wind Breaker!

⤜♡→ Jo Togame is more caring than I feel people give him credit for, we see it through his interactions with Sakura and Choji. He hangs onto your every word loving to talk to you about your interests. He loves just talking to you. He too hates someone who he cant just talk to. So the both of you could spend the longest time just talking, its ow he fell for you in the first place, getting to know you through your words and quality time.

⤜♡→ If you’re looking for easy going look no further than Togame. He is perfectly content to just enjoy your company. He doesn’t need much or have to have anything extravagant so long as he has you by his side that’s all he truly wants. Whether its just taking a stroll along the beach or sitting at home contentedly watching you play one of your indie games. He’s happy as long as he’s with you.

⤜♡→ I’m so glad you brought up earthy/woodsy scents because that’s exactly how I think Togame smells. Just this comforting scent of the outdoors not too powerful or overpowering, just a nice amount that you can smell as he holds you in his arms.

You blink the sleep from your eyes at the sound of your phone ringing, checking the clock you see it reads close to 01:30 am. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? Checking the contact you see that it was Jo. It was unusual for him to call you at this late hour, thinking something was wrong you scramble to answer it. “Jo is everything okay?” It’s silent on the other line, only for a moment before you hear his voice on the other end. His voice comes out slurred, obvious he had been drinking. “Babesss” He drawls, Togame always had a habit of calling you countless pet names. “Why aren’t you here, where are you?” You could hear the pout in his voice. Togame, the usual calm and collected one of the bunch tended to get a lot more loose when he drank, it was always amusing how especially clingy he became when it came to you. “Jo its almost 1:30 in the morning I’m in bed.” You can hear his whine, trying your best to stifle your laughter. “Well get out of bed, I miss you, come here. I wanna kiss your face.” That was new. You felt your face grow warm with the intentions behind his words.

As you were taking a moment to recover from his words, there’s a significant amount of fumbling on the other line. Sako’s voice rings through, definitely more sober. “I’m sorry about that we’ve been trying to keep him from waking you up.” You hear a lot of movement on the other line, no doubt Sako avoiding Togame’s confiscation of his phone, hearing his voice once more. “Sako, you ass give me the phone, I wanna talk to her.” To which Sako just lets out a burdened sigh. You giggle, shaking your head as you pull yourself out of bed. “It’s fine Sako, let me come take him off your hands, you guys are at the auditorium right?” After he confirms, you quickly grab your letterman, heading out the door to come pick him up. Once you arrive, you can see him perk up immediately, rushing over to you instantly. He wraps himself around you, placing a good bit of his weight on you as hangs off you, the impact knocking some of the wind out of you due to his large stature.

He smiles, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I missed you.” He mumbles, works slurred into your skin. You had a feeling it would take quite a bot to pry him off of you and he would be deeply regretting his actions in the morning with the hangover he no doubt would be having. After some minor convincing you managed to get him to leave with you. Taking him back to your apartment, you gave him some water and painkillers to try and prevent his head from splitting when he awoke. As you went to go set up the couch for yourself for the night, you feel his grip on your wrist, he tugged you into the bed with him. His body curling around your own. “Don’t leave me.” His words were so pleading, he was hanging on to consciousness as it was, so you decided to stay. He smiles as he rested his head on your chest. “I love you, I hope you know that. Wanna be with you for the rest of my life.” His words trail off and within moments his breathing evens out before soft snores fill the room. You lay there in shock from his words, but knowing even in this state that he meant them. You just hoped he wouldn’t be too embarrassed when you returned his confession in the morning.

[volivolition]

If able, could we get an update on any of your writings? I loved hearing about them (Not forcing, ofc!)

YOU SURE CAN ANON!! again, as with all of these asks, thank you so much for being interested in my work??? i LOVE talking about my silly fics <333

here's a rough timeline of all my fics btw!! i thought it'd be fun to visualize hkgj i'll be talking a little about all the ones i haven't yet talked about!!

Preface, here's all my fic wips as explained before!! and all my writing can be found in my #inland drabbles tag! ask 1, ask 2!

Message to All Bitches: Please Survive - This funny title has been the name for a while, but I think if I had to choose a serious one, it'd be "Should the Stars Go Out" :3 This is my most ambitious project of all my skill wips, I think, due to the medium i intend on telling it in (it is. technically not a fic?? hkjg) this is also my most secretive project hkgj <33 word count(?) is 2908!!

Meet the Parts that Make You - Kim meeting the Skills fic, though it's mostly been abandoned by now hkgj well, not abandoned, i still really love the concept? but I need to get a bunch of these other fics done first (Let's Make It a Home for worldbuilding, Swept Up for character studies) so I can get everything correct, before introducing it all to Kim hkgjg <33 Nevertheless, word count is 5459!

The Sunrise Momentum - Mostly abandoned, but i still froth at the fuckin mouth thinking about it RAUGHHH. HOLY VOWS. waking up, getting out of bed with depression, that part of you that wants you to live, caring about you so so so fucking much. this hypothetical fic hits very close to home <3 i promise i will keep you alive, as long as you're there to wake up every morning. willpower and devotion. volition is kind of everything to me did you know that? hkgjg current word count: 331 <3

Who Are You, If Not... - Esprit De Corps centered fic! i wrote a lot about it in this ask, but basically: hey, if Harry leaves the RCM, what the fuck happens to Esprit? i have some personal feelings about leaving a community that only used you for what you could give them. to keep going back, trying to check on them time and time again, even when they hurt you. it's cathartic to put it in the perspective of this fic, i think :] also i just think the psyche group is fun for discussions hgkjg esprit, my darling community skill!! current word count: 1497

When Two Skills Love Each Other Very Much - again, funny silly title hgkjg but i think its serious name would be, like, Summer Solace or something? brightest day of the year, sunrise parabellum. hypothetical child of volition and echem, she's hope, y'know? small and trying to grow. something to carefully tend to, to keep alive, and in turn she will keep you alive. this fuckin. symbolism raguguhh i love you baby solace you are MY ANGELLLLLLLLL!!!!!! <333

I THINK THIS FIC IS SO SWEET I LOVE THE SKILLS TRYING TO RAISE A KID HGKJG im so.. it's like how Let's Make It Home redux, the skills are kinda dysfunctional, but they've grown and they're getting better too and they're trying to work together towards a common goal, and together they can do it. i think they've gotten a lot better about working together!! and they all care for this kid a lot <333

Here's a snippet because oh my god i am fond of them (not in AO3 ready format though hkjg)

ELECTROCHEMISTRY presses a tentacle to his cheek to prop up the grin on his face - Hey, man, we've never raised a kid before. Give us *some* credit, at least. VOLITION holds Solace to his chest. She sleeps peacefully, starbright face pressed to his armor at his heart - I am. I think -- despite all the mishaps -- we've been covering all our bases surprisingly well. We wouldn't have been able to do this when we woke up in Martinaise, is all I'm saying here. VOLITION looks up and exchanges a fond glance with Electrochemistry - We've... all grown a lot, haven't we?

^ like hey. if you uh. compare that last volition line to the last volition line in the snippet i shared for unstoppable force? where now volition cannot only meet echem's eye, but LET HIMSELF FEEL AFFECTION FOR HIM?? oh my GOD the parallels, the character growth, i WILL PERISH.

i still do think this fic would be better as a comic hkgjg it feels like a good story to cap it off, and if i ever get the rest of these fics done, i'd want to end on it if i could hkjgg <33 LOOK AT THEIR CHARACTER ARCS. LOOK AT THEM FINDING JOY. GIVING THEM A HAPPY ENDING HKJG

that's about it, i think!! thank you for reading!! (and holy fuckin shit if you've read all of these i will. die for you now. i really appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my rambles, i love you hgkjg <33)

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1. “You said you’d never leave. So why am I alone now?” with morgan and midsy

-linkedin anon

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The apartment felt too still. Too hollow.

It was never really big to begin with, but without Jake’s hoodie draped over the couch, or the sound of him brushing his teeth in the en suite while humming off-key—

It felt like a museum of a life they’d almost had.

Morgan sat on the floor of their bedroom. Not the bed—she couldn’t bear it. She leaned against the side of it instead, knees pulled to her chest, her engagement ring still on because she hadn’t found the courage to take it off.

Her phone sat face-up beside her.

No new messages.

Just the last one from him, from days ago.

I think this is what’s best, Morgs. I don’t want to hold you back.

Hold her back?

He was the only thing that had ever made her feel steady.

The silence stretched like something cruel.

And then—she called him.

She didn’t even remember dialing. Her thumb had just moved on its own. Like muscle memory. Like it was still allowed.

It rang. Once. Twice.

“Hello?” Jake’s voice was quiet. Careful.

Morgan exhaled. It hurt just to hear him.

“You picked up,” she whispered.

Jake was silent for a moment. “I always will.”

Her eyes welled. “Don’t say that. Don’t—don’t say that when you’re not here.”

“Morgan—”

“No, I mean it.” Her voice broke, raw. “You said you’d never leave. You said that. You looked me in the eye and swore.”

Jake was quiet again. She could hear his breath. That ache behind it.

“I didn’t want to,” he said softly. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You could’ve stayed,” she whispered. “We could’ve figured it out. People do long distance all the time. People try.”

He didn’t answer.

Morgan wiped a tear with the back of her hand, voice cracking fully now. “You said you’d never leave. So why am I alone now?”

Jake let out a shuddering breath.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he admitted. “I thought letting you go meant freeing you. I didn’t want to be the guy who dragged you to another city and kept you tethered to a life you didn’t choose.”

“You were my choice,” Morgan said, voice barely there.

He went quiet again.

“I still love you,” she whispered.

And this time, his voice broke too. “I love you so much it hurts.”

“But you left.”

“I know.”

Silence.

“I don’t know how to stop waiting for the door to open,” Morgan said. “Like any second you’ll walk back in. Like this was some kind of nightmare I’m supposed to wake up from.”

Jake didn’t respond right away. When he did, it was soft. Fragile.

“I wait too.”

Morgan closed her eyes, swallowing tears.

Neither of them said goodbye.

The call ended quietly.

Still wondering if maybe—someday—he’d find his way home.