#( still sad i couldn't find the art i spotted at the start of the day. i wish i'd just grabbed it then )

[daybreakrising]

[artist] my only purchase before i could no longer stand the crowds, but it was an excellent purchase. there was so much gorgeous art for both games and i'm so sad i couldn't hoard it all ;__;

also bonus rare glimpse of this broken old man under the cut-

how i began my day at 5am & at the con with my friend

if you can't already tell from my general demeanour in this second image, i'd already suffered through an hour and a half of busy con halls, huge crowds, and far too much heat and noise before we got photos. but i put some degree of effort into this costume & i want to start moving past my aversion to photos of myself so. here we go- /muffled anxiety noises in the distance

[queenshelby]

An Illicit Affair

Part Two: Jazz Bar

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

The jazz concert took place in a small bar, downtown Soho. It was a Thursday evening, at around 9 o'clock, when you arrived at the establishment with the view to meet your best friend and fellow student Lucy there. Lucy was two years older than you and you shared a dorm room with her on campus. 

Just like you, Lucy was nerdy and focused on her studies, telling you years ago that you should not have gotten involved with Max but, of course, you did not listen to her at the time. 

That evening, Lucy stood you down, not intentionally but out of necessity. She had an assignment due the following day and recognized that she had not spent enough time on its content. 

So, at around nine that evening, you received a message from her saying that she had to bail on you, leaving you alone in the quirky bar which, by now, was filled with art students, middle aged men and women and a few musicians. 

Still, you were determined to make the most of the night. After all, your favorite band was playing, and this alone encouraged you to order yourself a drink and take a seat close to the stage.

A few minutes later, the band started a lively tune, and soon everyone began dancing.

You found yourself swaying to the rhythm, feeling the energy of the crowd enveloping you and, just as you were starting to get lost in the music, you spotted a familiar face.

It was Cillian, Max's father, who was standing near the bar, nursing a glass of red wine. 

The sight of him jolted you, sending a wave of mixed emotions coursing through your veins. You hadn't seen him since that fateful weekend in Dublin over fifteen months ago, and the memory of his captivating blue eyes and mesmerizing voice lingered within you. You watched him from afar, unable to tear your gaze away.

Cillian appeared to be engrossed in a conversation with a group of people, but every once in a while, he would glance around the room, scanning the faces of the attendees.

That's when his gaze landed on you and he excused himself from the group of people he was with. 

Approaching you with purpose, he smiled warmly. "Y/N, hey...it's nice to see you again," he greeted you. "How have you been?" he wanted to know and, immediately, his deep voice resonated through your body, stirring a familiar spark within you.

"I'm doing well, thank you," you responded, trying to remain composed. "How about you?" you asked before asking "what brings you here tonight?" with some surprise. 

"Oh, I saw that this band was performing and thought I'd check them out," Cillian explained casually with his thick Irish accent. 

"Are you in London for work or to see Max?" you asked Cillian, trying to keep your voice steady. 

"I am here for work, shooting a commercial, but I did catch up with Max yesterday for dinner," Cillian answered. "He seems to be doing well, even though he dropped out of medical school," he explained, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness knowing that you may have been the reason he quit his studies. 

"I am sorry Cillian, I feel like I caused this," you admitted hesitantly, remembering the countless arguments you had with him about his lackadaisical attitude towards academics right before the break-up. 

"No, you didn't. If anything, he hung in there as long as he did because of you," Cillian reassured you. "He is a good kid, but he lacks the discipline and commitment for such a difficult field of studies, and I must admit that, so did I, when I was his age," he chuckled before telling you that, at the age of twenty, he dropped out of law school. 

"Well, fortunately for you, you discovered acting and that clearly turned out to be your calling," you said with a wink and Cillian laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"That's right, I guess," he agreed, sipping on his wine. "So, no doubt Max will find his way too, at least once he gets over you," he then added calmly before gesturing towards the chair next to yours, wanting to take a seat.

"I am sure he is over me. It's been a year already and I see him quite often on campus these days. He may have transferred to the Arts Faculty, but he is still chatting up and flirting with the medical students," you joked before indicating to Cillian to take the seat. 

"He's a charmer, that's for sure," Cillian said with a hint of pride in his voice. "So, tell me," he leaned in closer, his scent intoxicating, "have you narrowed down your field of practice yet? Are you still interested in pediatrics?" Cillian asked you, his eyes sparkling with interest. "I mean, you mentioned it the last time we saw each other, but have you decided on anything yet?" Cillian pressed further, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I suppose that's accurate," you replied, feeling a surge of nervousness wash over you. "Pediatrics is definitely the direction I'm leaning towards, particularly oncology research."

"Oncology? That's fascinating," Cillian remarked, his eyes widening.

"Why oncology specifically?" he pressed, genuinely curious. "Is it because of your friend who battled leukemia? I remember you talking that," he went on to say and you were impressed by the fact that he remembered. Unlike Max, Cillian appeared to be a good listener and you appreciated that. 

"Yes, that's right. Ever since visiting my friend in the hospital, I've been fascinated by the idea of using science to combat diseases. Research gives me the opportunity to contribute to the advancement of healthcare," you explained earnestly.

Cillian tilted his head, studying you closely. "Your dedication is admirable," he complimented, admiration glimmering in his eyes, and you blushed faintly, feeling flattered by his praise.

"Thank you, Cillian," you mumbled shyly before downing the rest of your drink.

"Would you like another drink?" Cillian thus asked, being observant, as he settled into the chair, his scent wafted over you, a mix of expensive cologne and freshly laundered linen. "My shout," he then went on to say as he noticed you hesitating and, immediately, you suppressed a shiver, suddenly aware of the intimate setting you'd created.

"Okay," you muttered nervously, gazing down at your empty glass. "Thank you," went on to say and, not long after that, Cillian walked off and instructed the bartender, handing over his credit card.

When he returned to the table, you both fell quiet again, awkwardly staring at the dance floor. The band played a slow, bluesy number, and couples danced intimately beneath the dim glow of the stage lights.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, you attempted to change the subject. "How is Danielle?" you asked, swirling the wine in your glass.

Cillian hesitated, his expression clouding over. "Alright, I suppose," he muttered, a hint of melancholy creeping into his voice.

"Alright, you suppose?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. The way he answered your question seemed absurd.

"Yeah, well, things aren't exactly smooth sailing with us," he admitted reluctantly. "We have been having problems for years," he confided in you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," you sympathized, genuine concern etching your features. "Max did mentioned about you fighting a lot," you commented cautiously, careful not to cross any boundaries.

Cillian exhaled deeply, his shoulders drooping slightly. "We've been trying to work things out but it hasn't been easy," he confessed, his voice laced with sorrow. "Sometimes it feels like we're stuck in a cycle of misunderstandings, accusations and resentment," he admitted.

"I may have heard about certain rumors, in the tabloids, concerning you and other actresses," you ventured delicately, "but I know that these gossip magazines tend to blow things out of proportion," you quickly added just as Cillian chuckled and interrupted you. 

"I didn't take you to be the kind of person who reads these kinds of magazines Y/N. I am really disappointed in you," he mocked, giving you a sideways glance, which made you blush. 

"I don't, unless I am at the hairdressers and my phone is running low on battery," you admitted, meeting his gaze. "And I know the press loves to feed on drama," you added defensively, trying to cover up the embarrassment.

"Well then, for what it's worth, I can assure you that I have never cheated on my wife," Cillian stated plainly, his eyes locked on yours. "Not that I haven't had the opportunity though," he admitted without hesitation, his honesty striking you speechless.

"I am sure you have had many opportunities," you commented lightly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"Maybe not many, but I had some," Cillian laughed before changing the topic to something lighter. 

"What about you?" he asked. "Have you met anyone new since you broke up with Max?" he wanted to know before apologizing for his question, telling you that you did not have to answer it if it made you uncomfortable. 

You swallowed nervously, your pulse quickening at the mention of your former lover. "No, it's okay," you told him. "I haven't had much time for dating," you lied, fiddling with your napkin. "Med school takes up most of my time," you added, not wanting to reveal the truth that no one had caught your attention since Max, at least not yet.

Cillian nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine," he said, before pausing briefly, watching you sip your drink before continuing with caution. "So, besides med school, what keeps you busy?" he questioned, curiosity burning in his eyes.

You sighed softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Not much, honestly," you confessed, shrugging nonchalantly. "I mean, there's the occasional date with friends, dinners with family, and that's pretty much it," you admitted. "I can't lie though, it does get lonely sometimes," you revealed, peering down at your lap.

"I get like this when I am away filming for weeks," Cillian shared, nodding sympathetically. "When the loneliness creeps in, it makes you feel so isolated, doesn't it?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, absolutely," you agreed, your voice barely audible. "I've learned to appreciate moments like these, though, because they remind me how precious human connection truly is," you confided in him, reaching to clasp your hands together.

Cillian gazed at you, his gaze softening. "It must be tough, being so dedicated to your studies. How do you manage to balance everything?" he pondered aloud.

"I've developed strategies to cope. For instance, I set aside time for myself each day, whether it's going for a run or reading a book," you admitted, your voice trailing off and it was at this point that you learned that you shared even more common interests with Cillian. 

He, too, liked to go for runs and read, and not just scripts for upcoming projects. He enjoyed historical fiction as well as thrillers, and his literary horizons were broad. You found this refreshing, considering how insular and self-involved actors could be.

After ordering more drinks, you and Cillian talked some more and shared some laughs. Your conversations flowed effortlessly, covering various subjects ranging from books you both loved to visit places you hoped to travel to someday. Cillian spoke passionately about the beauty of Ireland and its rich history, while you eagerly described your fascination with Italy, having taken a trip there during your gap year.

You exchanged stories, sharing experiences both past and present, discovering more similarities between the two of you. Cillian was intrigued by your intelligence and wit, while you admired his charm and charisma. The chemistry between you intensified, growing stronger with each passing moment.

By the time it was midnight, the group of people he had talked to earlier left and the music had stopped, which is when Cillian reached across the table to refill your glass from the bottle of wine he had ordered thirty minutes ago and, just as he did, his fingers brushed against yours, igniting a spark that neither of you could ignore.

An awkward silence ensued, but instead of dissipating quickly, it grew thicker with tension.

Cillian's intense gaze bore into you, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your arms. You glanced at the stage, searching for a distraction, but the band had packed up their instruments and left.

Cillian cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well, time flies when you' are having fun," he murmured, his voice husky and seductive. "It is nice talking to you, but it is getting late," he added, checking his watch conspicuously. "And I should probably head back to the hotel," he concluded and you blinked twice.

"Where are you staying?" you blurted out impulsively, catching yourself off guard by your sudden curiosity.

"At the Hilton," Cillian replied simply, adjusting his posture in his seat. "It's not far from here, actually," he added, his voice drifting into a contemplative tone.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, contemplating your next move. "That's convenient," you murmured, attempting to sound casual. "I have heard that they have a decent bar downstairs," you stammered, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes glinting mischievously. "They do. So, perhaps we should grab a nightcap before you are heading home," he offered you almost nervously, causing your heart to race. 

"I would like that," you said softly, offering him a gentle smile, hoping that he would interpret it correctly.

With a nod, Cillian rose from his seat, his frame casting a shadow over you. He extended his hand, helping you to your feet. You felt the warmth of his touch and the strength of his grip, and your knees weakened slightly.

As you followed him towards the exit, the crowd parted, making way for you two as if silently acknowledging the magnetic pull between you two.

Once outside, the cool air hit you, a stark contrast to the heat inside the bar.

The neon signs cast a hazy glow on the cobblestone streets, and the distant hum of traffic blended seamlessly with the whispers of passersby. A sense of excitement pulsed through you as you allowed your senses to heighten, embracing the intoxicating atmosphere.

You and Cillian headed for the Hilton, which was a five-minute walk from the jazz club.

As you approached the hotel lobby, the ambient lighting and plush furnishings provided a cozy refuge from the chilly night air but, much to your disappointment, you noticed that their bar was already closed.

"I suppose we won't be having that nightcap after all," you lamented, pouting your lips while Cillian contemplated whether or not to ask you to join him in his room. 

He bit his lip, looking up at the ceiling before making a decision.

"We could always go to my room and order a bottle of wine," he then suggested, his voice trembling slightly. "If you want to, that is," he added hastily, turning his gaze onto you and, immediately, your heart skipped a beat, your breath hitching as you stared into his deep blue eyes.

"Okay, yeah, why not," you managed to utter, feeling a rush of nerves wash over you. "Just for one drink though," you insisted, hoping to ease your mounting anxiety while Cillian's piercing blue eyes lighted up.

"Sounds perfect," he agreed, leading you towards the elevator bank with a pang of guilt flooding his mind as he thought about the possibility of taking this further than his vows would permit. "Just one drink then," he thus reminded himself as he pushed the button for the top floor, hoping that his loyalty to Max and Danielle would prevail over the desire for you.

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[stardustlixie]

hyunjin soft thought

(because I'm sad about his mole fading)

so imagine, hyunjin's little mole under his eye being that feature no one likes about him, but his bestfriend absolutely falling in love with it:

you met him through a friend in college, but you and him developed a strong bond and soon he was your bestfriend. you and him shared moments or trouble, pain and bliss alike.

one odd thing about him: he seemed to always have a small amount of makeup on. you didn't care, you thought he wore it really well.

even if he didn't, you probably wouldn't care, this was hyunjin. the guy who laughed a little too loud for public places and made the best art and danced like a god and had a face sculpted by said gods, the guy who couldn't eat a sandwich without closing his eyes, had the most dramatic reactions to things and had to move half of his face to manage a wink.

this was hyunjin, and you were a little in love with him. maybe not so little.

he didn't like to admit it, but he had a soft spot in his mind just for you, he wouldn't admit how much of his art was about you, how he loved it when you watched him dance, how he would laugh a little too loud at your stupid jokes even if they were unfunny because his laugh made you laugh, how he felt blood rush to his face when he caught you staring at his face in awe, calling him 'the prettiest boy i've ever seen' or how he would worry about his little 'flaws', how you wouldn't find him as pretty if you saw them.

until one day you're at his dorm, he wants you to do his makeup for a party, he wants something other than the coverage he usually goes for, something more expressive, much like your own style.

you tell him to clean and wash off anything already on his face, and he does it without thinking, only realising he's bare faced when he's on his chair, face cupped in your hands as you contemplate what to do with the makeup beside you on his desk.

his face heats up, he can only think of how stupid the mole on his face must look right now. it's not that big of a deal, it's foolish, you're his best friend you're never gonna care about something so insignificant and yet he's contemplating all sorts of stupid things when your voice snaps him out.

"hmm, what style are we going for hyunnie? pretty or sexy?" you ask while turning his face around in your hands, more to mess with him than to survey his features -you already know them well enough.

"i was thinking something like you did when you wore that black outfit for the formal? like the darker eyes with the silver shimmer and-" he is in the middle of his explanation when you see it, the ghost of....?

"hyunnie do you have a mole under your eye?"

"uh.. yes?" he answers hesitant, only for you to fall silent, observing the little beauty mark that has almost faded from what was probably many years of bleaching products and a very consistent makeup and sunscreen regime.

"and you..... never thought of letting it be visible to me? after all we've been through hyunnie?" you started with a grave tone only to end with a laugh.

"so you don't hate it?" he looks at you like a confused ferret.

"no dumbass, i love it! it's so pretty! just like you! oh my cheesecake, the prettiest boy i know........ just became prettier. how?" you poke the little mark on his under eye, fascinated by it like a child by glitter.

"come on, don't joke around" he pouts, face still in your hands, and you physically zoom into him to take a closer look.

"no, prince, you're so pretty i could almost cry." you say, this time with the most sincerity you can manage.

"really?" he looks up at you with so much vulnerability that you almost give in to the strong urge to kiss his pout away.

"i don't really like it. my mom hates it, my ex hated it, people have never liked it. i tried getting rid of it but it never completely vanished. so i covered it instead."

"you tried getting rid of something so beautiful because people don't like it?" you ask him, and he releases a tense breath.

"it's stupid, i know. but-"

"what if I love it?"

"what?"

"will you show it if I said I love it?" you ask him, and he looks at you like you've just broken a little spell that was on him.

"i, think i will"

"that's my hyunnie! it will look so good with the type of makeup you want! can I emphasize it? pretty please?"

he can never bring himself to say no when you look like you might cry if he does.

some dabs of eyeshadow later and after the painstaking process of telling him to keep his eyelids still for a little wing, you tell him to open his eyes.

he's a pretty boy, no doubt, but after you bolden his mole with some eyeliner, he looks the most beautiful you've ever seen him look.

"i love you." is what you say when you're dabbing a dark red onto his lips, catching him off guard.

"what?"

"I love you." this time you say it firmly, without hesitation.

"i don't really mind if you don't reciprocate it, but i love you so much, hyunjin, i-" you feel his soft lips on your own before you can continue, the kiss being a non-verbal confession of his own adoration of you.

"you ruined my lipstick..." is what he says with a sad face when you part, before you begin to reapply it and clean the smudged edges.

"i can't believe you-" you laugh, "no omg i love you too' type of thing?"

"shh, do my makeup" he playfully glares at you. you spend the next minute fixing his lipstick while none of you can contain your grins.

accidental confession? more like fated reveal.

you walked into your pretty bestfriend's dorm and you walked out of your very pretty boyfriend's, with your hands interlinked. your boyfriend with a pretty mole.

[the-fiction-witch]

Please

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sad

Requested: Can you make one where jack had been neglecting y/n. Or maybe they had an argument so they've been ignoring each other and jack started hanging out with belle (or other character) and y/n can see that belle has feeling for jack so she just felt heart broken and tried to disappear from the face of the earth (not die ofc, just you know. Didn't come out of the house or left from somewhere and didn't come out for a while to cope). Idk how you'll do it but uhh fix the relationship after? Maybe with a little bit of hard to get but yeah WAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH Angst to fluff😭🙏 i kinda wanna cry today cuz i haven't been processing my emotions like how a normal person should because it the normal way-,anygays so yeah ig. 🥲💕💕💕 Warnings: Cheating mentions/ arguing/ angsts

I had been sitting in this bed for what felt like a year, stuck up in this little room above the hospital listening to the chaos below. I had never intended to be here, I had a house of my own, but I seemed to always be here. At first, it was just visiting, every day once Jack finished his work I'd come up to his room to visit him, He'd tell me of his day and the business in the hospital, perhaps I'd make him dinner and we'd have a cuddle and perhaps more depending on his energy that evening. And I was so very happy, soon enough we were engaged and of course the sweetness and closeness that comes with it, Over time I visited more and more until I ended up as I was now practically living upstairs in his room. But the more time I spent here Ironicly the less I saw him.

It wasn't like that at first, when I was first here all day every day. The very moment Jack had five minutes he'd come up for a cuddle, a kiss and a cup of tea. But I had seen him less and less of these days. I know he's busy so I didn't want to complain, but I still missed him terribly. I missed just the joy of spending time together just cuddling and saying nothing at all for the pure love of being with one another. But now I saw him once a day, when he would come up to sleep, He'd barely give me more than a few grunts and an eye roll before he'd crawl into bed and sleep. Most days I didn't even get that as He'd come crawl into bed after I went to sleep and be gone before I was awake.

I had tried to go down into the hospital but I always got overwhelmed by the madness or just pushed away by the staff, but I know that's best I don't have any medical training or even knew only what Jack had told me second hand over time, so I wasn't any help and my body being wondering around was certainly a hindrance to the important work being done, and I wasn't even allowed to go into the theatre and watch the surgeries so I lived my life up in this little room.

But today, I had had enough. My mind had been racing all day curious of what he was up to, what he was doing, and who he was with, I found myself catastrophizing the worst of everything and I knew the only way to stop myself from doing so was to know. So I put on a nice dress, did my hair and went down into the hospital as usual people bustling about the place so I checked his ward but, he wasn't there. I checked the theatre but no that was empty too. I began to get worried looking around the hospital trying to see him but I couldn't find him. Luckily I spotted Hetty the head nurse.

"Ohh Do excuse me Hetty,"

"Yes, Miss Y/l/n?" She asked stopping with her bucket in hand,

"Do you happen to uhh know where Dr Dawkins is?" I asked,

"Jack's in the morgue Y/n."

"Ohh, thank you." I smiled, turned on my heels and headed down to the morgue, all being said I was excited to see him. But when I got down there I noticed he wasn't alone, and I don't just mean the body.

He stood over a body in the process of some sort of practice, with... a woman. She was beautiful, In a dress likely worth more than everything I owned, they both glanced up at me and she didn't seem interested, he however gave me a look, he knew me and how my mind worked, and he knew he was in trouble. Immediately he put space between them.

"I know, please don't and let me explain." He began,

"Too late," I answered,

"What's going on?" She asked,

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "Belle this is Y/n. Y/n this is Lady Belle Fox the governor's daughter."

"Right," She nodded, "And she's relevant becuase?"

"Becuase I'm his fiancé" I spoke up,

She laughed, "Really?"

"Yes." I snapped a little,

"You can't be serious?" She asked him, "Jack?"

"Jack?!" I asked him too,

"I did tell you I was... kinda engaged," he said sheepishly to her,

"Kinda!" I yelled,

"Engaged! No, you did not!" she complained,

"You never even mentioned me!"

"No, he didn't."

"We've been Engaged two and half years!"

"Well, you neglected to mention that."

I was so so enraged! and to be fair so was she, I'm sure to any outsider this would have been hilarious to have seen both Belle and I gang up on him, leaving him really without a side to choose or anywhere to turn. No matter what he did someone was gonna be mad at him.

"I uhh..."

"I'd choose your next words very carefully." She warned,

"Yeah, listen to the lady," I told him,

And his response, was that he simply just walked out. Refusing to deal with either of us. Leaving her and I alone.

"I am... So sorry Y/n, I had no idea."

"It's Alright Lady Belle,"

"If I'd have known I'd never have-"

"you didn't know I can't fault you for that," I reassured her, "Do you have feelings for him?" I asked even if it shredded my heart to ask, and she simply nodded, "That's all I need to know."

I left heading up to his room, but he wasn't there. So I grabbed a bag packed up everything of mine that was there, and I left.

I made the walk back to my little house, even if the weight of my items and the time since last making this trip it felt far longer than I remembered. I set my bag down and locked the door, my little house was dusty and cold but I slid down the door and began to cry my emotions overflowing as if a river had burst its banks, I cried for hours only interrupted by banging on the door and his voice.

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n I know you're in there! open the door, Sweetheart!"

I didn't answer,

"Ughhh! Open it!"

I didn't answer,

"Uhhhhh for god sake! Open the bloody door!"

I didn't answer,

"I don't have time for this! Will you at least hear me out!"

I didn't answer,

"Ohh for - Fine!" He yelled and the banging stopped.

I made sure the door was locked and went to my bedroom, I lay on my bed and let my emotions flow, they took over me and I remained in this state all day, only broken by the next day at the same time, banging returned to my door.

"Y/n! Y/n sweetheart it's me! Just open the door."

I didn't answer,

"Y/n Open the door!"

I didn't answer,

"Open it Y/n for god sake!"

I didn't answer and after a while, his banging stopped.

But this continued, day after day, every day at the same time he would come and bang on my door shouting, pleading at me to open it. But I couldn't bear to do so. I barely ate. barely drank. Barely even moved. But I just sealed myself away trying to come to terms with it all. It had been a month and I knew the time and expected the usual pounding on my door but not today. Instead, I heard keys in a lock and footsteps down my hall. I forced myself up as they came to my door but I shut it and leaned against it unable to lock him out.

I heard him sigh and weigh against the other side of the door as he too slid down to the bottom of the door,

"You gonna listen to me now?"

"Get out of my house Jack."

"I will, I'll go. When you listen and not before."

"why are you here?"

"Same reason I've been here every day."

"I meant inside."

"Well... I figured we could chat in private, and if I'm inside you don't have much of a choice but to listen, and I'm not leaving till you do so, listen or not I'm staying."

"How'd you even get in?"

"I still have my spare key."

"I regret ever giving you that damn thing..."

"I don't know, it had its good uses."

"I don't have anything to say to you," I said, "I just want to be left alone..."

"I know you do," He sighed, "Strangely enough after three years of dating and two years of engagement I know you fairly well. I know this is your response when you are upset, you hide. You run and hide yourself away it's your response to stuff like this. You run and hide yourself in a corner and catastrophize yourself into a ball of fear, and tears and god knows what else..."

"I think this is a pretty good reason."

"I never said you weren't justified, Sweetheart." He said, "Not this time." He said, "Will you listen to me? Please."

"Fine." I sighed,

"Are you mad? or are you sad?"

"I was mad. Now I'm sad."

"Alright, I don't blame you... for being angry at me, I completely agree you should be angry at me, you should shout and scream and call me a bastard. I just don't want you to be upset."

"What do you care?"

"Becuase I don't want the woman I love to be upset with me."

"You don't love me..."

"I do. You think I'd come back, every day and bang on your door till my knuckles start bleeding for a month, If I didn't still love you."

I didn't have an answer so I didn't say anything,

"Yeah, I looked like a bloody nutter every day for a month." he chuckled, "I wouldn't have come back every day if I didn't."

"You could have gone to see her."

"I could. But I didn't I'm here with you, not with her." He said, "Besides she's mad at me."

"Can't imagine why."

"Ohh everyone's mad at me. You're mad at me, Belle's mad at me, Hetty's mad at me, Even Rotty at the pub is mad at me." he sighed, "I've managed to piss off every woman in port victory in one day."

"Well done."

"Thank you, I'm not proud of it."

"I take it you're doing the rounds then?"

"No. they can be mad at me I don't care, you're the only person I care about being mad at me."

"I am?"

"Well you and Hetty, but I care less Hetty is mad at me for emotional reasons its more... She's the head nurse. Have you ever tried doing surgery where your nurse is ignoring you, not talking to you, and actively wants you to fail, I don't care she's angry It's more just causing me logistical issues."

"Fair enough,"

"I don't care Belle's mad at me, she can be mad at me. I don't want you to be mad at me." He said, "You don't trust me do you..."

"It's a little hard to when you neglect to mention your engagement to a girl."

"I honestly forgot. It didn't cross my mind to mention it."

"So you don't think of me?"

"I think of you every day Y/n. I think of you as my wife so much I forget to even tell anyone else becuase to me it's just... so automatic I don't even think to tell people becuase I just know." He explained,

"Even if she liked you."

He chuckled, "How long did you like me before we started dating?"

"Two years..."

"Would think you'd have figured out I can't tell. The only time I know if a girl is interested in me is if she comes up, sits on my lap and says 'Hey wanna have sex with me' I'm a lot more oblivious to that sort of thing than you'd think I am." He chuckled, "Plus... I don't pay attention to whether other girls like me or not, I have you. So I don't really pay all that much attention."

"Why were you alone together?"

"She has this... germ theory we needed to cut a body open to check. She didn't know how I was teaching her,"

"Teaching her?"

"We didn't do anything I promise."

"And I'm supposed to just trust you."

"Yeah, If I'm going to be your husband... You have to trust me. and I know it's hard. and I know it hurts. and I know your mind and its catastrophizing make you always believe in disaster. But this is ever going to work, You have to trust me. Please"

For a moment I didn't know what to think,

I questioned whether or not to let my heart rule over my head, or my head rule over my heart,

But I got up and opened the door which surprised him as he had been leaning his back against it and was now lying on the floor looking up at me,

"Hi, Sweetheart."

"Hi, Jack."

"Are you... still angry at me?"

"Yes."

"Alright, but it's a start? right?"

"I will forgive you." I nodded,

"You will?" He asked getting to his feet, "I assume there's a but, or an if."

"There is an if."

"Which is?"

"You move in here, and we get married."

"And you'll forgive me?" He asked questionably,

"Yes,"

"... Okay," he nods slightly confused but clearly not going to argue,

"So you stay here, you come home at night, I always know if you're here or at work, and you wear a ring. That'll solve things." I said and I kissed his cheek as I went to the kitchen to make some tea, He soon followed and stood behind me a moment,

"You're sure?"

"Yes I am, That'll solve things, you live here you have to tell me where you go, I know when you're working or not, you sleep here with me, and you swear a ring, everyone knows you're taken. Besides... Two and a half jeans is a long time to keep a girl waiting about time we dealt with it, That agreeable with you?"

He wrapped his arms around me tightly and kissed my cheek hard, "That's a deal sweetheart." 

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 6 : Invitation

Stephen swung the car around and accelerated. He had hit sixty before making it around the corner, too anxious to be careful about the speed limits, his foot refusing to let go of the pedal.

The tyres screeched when he tried hitting a sharp left to the dirt road - He could see Tony moving about and removing the decorations. That seemed odd. As he neared the house, he could see the whole place was deserted.

"Out of all the days," Stark approached him with a grim face as he pulled over, "this had to happen on my favourite day?"

Over the years as vampires, Tony had particularly grown fond of Halloween. He called it a day when he could actually breathe, the only evening when he could walk around people in his Iron Man suits, claiming he was Iron man for Halloween. The whole thing of laying low had been unquestionably humdrum existence for him.

"Thor got one on one with that thing. The witch says he's under some spell. Might need your help."

"Oh, no," he muttered to himself, he wanted to go to Y/N. But he nodded and went in.

Wanda was lying, eyes closed, on the recliner with an ice pack held to her head. Don't you dare to laugh. She warned him in her thoughts. The two barely spoke to each other aloud; their minds did the conversation perfectly. It had all started as a practice to strengthen their communication skills when he was far away from the rest of them and she needed his help, but eventually, it had turned into a habit. You have no idea how draining it is to enchant a group of enthusiastic partiers and send them home. I can't ease Thor's suffering. Too burdened with my own.

Don't worry about him. I have got him. Stephen replied, gliding over the stairs towards his room.

Thor was having violent convulsions like a dying man. Jane and Pepper were standing beside him, with sad-stricken faces.

"He's gonna be alright," he assured them after examining Thor who began to relax and drift among old memories as the spells began to undone. It was a bit difficult but after a few trials and errors, Stephen could finally break through the spells. The use of multiple spells indicated that the threat must be a witch, a skin-walker perhaps but the random killings didn't make any sense.

"Couldn't find anyone," Peter announced, landing on the terrace outside. Morgan followed him to the room.

"Is he okay now?" she inquired.

Stephen nodded. "You found him?" he asked, looking up at her.

She shook her head. "Uncle Vis did."

Just then Vision appeared, with a gentle thud, announcing his arrival on the same spot where the kids had been a few seconds ago.

He slightly shook his head at Peter then turned his attention towards Thor.

"Minutes after you left after that call, Thor said he saw someone uninvited near the woods. We went in opposite directions to search. Nothing caught my attention within the three-mile radius. When I came back he hadn't returned, so went to search for him. Found him near Chief Henley's residence. Whatever had attacked him was gone. Brought him back home and asked Mr. Stark to cancel the party."

"Vis." Wanda hissed from behind. Apparently she and Tony had joined them sometime during Paul's monologue. "We had talked about this. Not the old names. You might slip it out in front of strangers." It had been years yet the fear of revealing their identities by mistake still lurked around. It had been one of the many reasons why they retained a part of their original names in the fake IDs Tony created every now and then.

"Sorry. An old habit," he apologised.

"We should let him rest," Stephen said and the rest of them wooshed out of the room.

Thor let out a small groan. Mystic arts or magic, to be broad, was one of the few things that could render a vampire helpless. "Thank you," Stephen whispered, getting up to leave.

It was nothing. You would have done that same for Jane if you could. I knew how it felt to see the one you imprinted on, suffer from pain. Check on her, brother.

The drive to the Henley's residence was agonisingly slow. After Steve's call, his anxiety had increased by ten folds. His mind remapped the scenes from the twilight to the night – the creature first hunted the two strangers in the car and an hour later was spotted near our house. It attacked Y/N as a hound, tortured Thor when he tried to save her then again attacked their house as a giant lizard, which also happened to be the one that frighten the neighbour. It didn't seem like a pure-blood Chupacabra, Sigbin, or Skin-walker; but a hybrid between any two of the three.

He pulled over, only to receive unfathomable expressions of not – welcomed from Jade and Rachael. Jade was dragging the crashed tree away from the driveway and Rachael was cleaning up the mess around. He felt his heart skip a beat when he couldn't see her anywhere around. Was she that hurt?

"Why are you here?" Rachael snarled, blocking his way to the house. It had been years she had been with Jade and there was one rule he always begged her to not to break - Never be around a wolf on a full moon night or a vampire during a new moon.

"You know why."

I won't let you anywhere near my sister, her thoughts screamed as she continued to glaring at him. "You imprinted on her. And I won't allow you near her on a new moon night." She had broken the rule once. She had made the mistake of being in Jade's vicinity when he had been high on heat on estrus full moon night. And the consequences were painful as he had lost his control.

Stephen had to forcibly knock off his mind. Over the years, feeling what others felt or thought, had become an unconscious habit, but there were things he didn't like to see when not necessary. "I'm not naive like Jade. I won't ever hurt Y/N." He knew the dangers better than any of them and felt fully under control.

"Are you sure you won't give up on your desires?" Jade scoffed.

He huffed at their less substantial concerns- Y/N was the next potential victim of this creature and all these two were concerned about was whether I had control over what I was.

"Dr. Rochester?"

Y/N stood there by the door, scared as Rachael shot her a glare. Is he startled again? Her thoughts wandered around the mess he had made three evenings ago in the cafe.

"Hello there, Y/N," Stephen said, walking in her direction. Relief had never been as exquisite as it felt at the moment.

"Hi," she finally managed to say after contemplating her sister's infuriated face. "Come in."

He cursed at the invitation. She needed to be careful about whom she invited in. He had to teach her many things. But how hadn't Rachael taught her the basic lessons if she didn't want him to be around her sister?

[teenagedirt]

Kissing in cars(3)

Chapter3-time will heal

Vic x female reader

*the next day*

*the next day* I walk out of my room, to look for Vic. I told him how I really feel last night. He loves me too. I'm so glad. I couldn't have handled it he had left me. I walk into the living room, no Vic. I check the kitchen, his room, hell I even check the bathroom. Still I can't find him. Immediately my mind goes to the theory that he has changed his mind and left me. Then something catches my eye. A small piece of paper with his handwriting."Oh fuck, "I whisper to myself thinking it was some kind of I'm sorry or worst case scenario a suicide note. Considering we have both struggled mentally. I pick it up and read it. "Hey sorry if I worry you I'm out with Jaime right now I should be back around one pm" I sigh in relief."God, that fucking scared me". I walk away from the small table next to the couch and into the kitchen, to check the time. " twelve thirty-five" I sigh and grab a poptart and go back to my room. I get my sketchbook out and continue adding details to the concept art I made yesterday.

I hear the door open and close and Vic yell "I'm home". I laugh softly and get up to greet him. I walk out of my room,

" hey what were you doing with Jaime" I ask without looking up from my book. I now look up from my book when I realise how hard he is breathing. He is all sweaty,but it's really hot. As my mind starts to wonder I stare at him my face growing red by the second.

"I....went...on..a,run" he says finally catching his breath.

"Ohhh,that makes sense" I say walking towards him to hug him. It's not awkward we do it everyday. "Wait im all sweaty and gross" he says backing up. I stop in my tracks and look him in the eyes

"I really don't care" he laughs and hugs me. God damn this feels like heaven,his hugs are always the best thing I can ask for but this one feels different. It may be the way he smells, even with him sweaty as fuck I swear this man still smells and looks sexy. I pull back and smile at him.

"I'm gonna go shower" he says smirking at me. I smirk back and he walks to the bathroom and closes the door. I walk back to my room and just start drawing,I zone out for a bit and I see that I've drawn myself in one of vic's shirts. I like the drawing so I keep it but I just hope he never finds it.Just as I close my book he pokes his head into the door

"hey I'm done in the bathroom."

"Hey come here for a sec" I say for two reasons,when I gell asleep on him that was the best sleep of my life and want to cuddle again. The second one being I need to ask him about what he said yesterday

"Okay" he says with a small smile on his face. I smile just seeing the look on the look on his face. He stands in front of me so i pat a spot next to me. He sits down and I clear my throat.

"I don't mean to push you or anything but yesterday, you said you are scared you would disappoint me.why?" He takes a deep breath and rubs his face. With all the breakups I've been through,I'm scared I'll get hurt again, hell I'm scared I'll hurt you." He shakes his head and I sit there shocked.

"Vic,you know you could never hurt me" I say gently touching his arm

"I know but I'm still scared " I nodded nod my head thinking of what to say next.

"Time will heal this wound,and I will wait however long it takes to heal it,I will wait an eternity if I have too,I love you too much to give up" he smiles at me with tears in his eyes."Thank you so much Y/N for everything" he sniffles before hugging me. I melt into his arms we stay like this for a while until the tears have left his eyes and he is no longer sad. He moves his hand and when he does It knocks my sketchbook off my bed. When it hits the ground it opens to my latest drawing. Me in his shirt.

[rainbowmoodring]

27. 17. 7.

27.17. 7. The differences in between. Like the way I dream. Between the world and me. The world then and now, Me then and now, And the relationship between the two of us over time

At 7, I lost my Opa, My mom's dad, The first of my grandparents To go. I remember not feeling Like I was missing him Or sad /enough/. At 17, My Oma had also gone. At 27, I only have one grandparent left, My dad's dad, At 99 years old. I miss the others. Now I know that we all grieve Differently. His lonely death Looms While he remains in decent health.

At 7, I didn't know who I was. A child, mostly shy, Who liked Dress up And art And writing And animals And not having My picture taken, please. Without words to express Feelings I couldn't Explain in the first place. At 17, I knew more of who I was. A teenager, mostly, A freshman in college, Still not sure what I wanted To do, Major undeclared. But I knew I was trans then, Started my physical transition then. Life was full of many new Beginnings. At 27, I know more still of who I am. My preferences. My boundaries. What I am willing to put up with, And what I am not. How comfortable I feel in my body, And how it had taken this long To be so, even if it's not completely Comfortable. My direction is still unclear But as long as I am moving Forward That's okay.

At 7, I had already been to therapy For my parents' divorce, And it went poorly. I threw a crayon at the therapist Who kept making me Try to talk. At 17, I had seen two different types Of therapists in high school, One vastly unhelpful, And one more helpful Than she might know. Someone who started me on my Journey Of becoming my true self. At 27, I am actively seeing a therapist Who is wonderful, And we are tackling many issues That span the years. My therapist in college was Wonderful, too, And he got me through the brunt Of the crushing weight of school And transitioning And a relationship Etc All at once. I am grateful for the work they do And the kindness, Compassion, I am shown every time.

At 7, I nearly lost a finger In a boating accident, And it had to be sewn back on While I was screaming. The physical therapy lasted A few months, And my handwriting suffered For a while. At 17, I'd had my wisdom teeth removed, The pain of them coming in While I played trombone, Enough to induce a daily Headache, jawache. I got a chest x-ray to find out I have Costochondritis, And allergies. It was cold in there. At 27, The bone in my jaws keep Pushing out in spots On my gums, From the pressure of Clenching my teeth at night, Despite my mouthguard. I am conscious Of genetic risk factors, Of changes my body Might acquire As I continue to age. How I may lose My hair, Or develop a Worse stomach. I am softer than I've ever been, I think.

At 7, I was a terribly picky eater. I would rather skip a meal Than eat something I hated. I didn't know I could ask To prepare it a different way, To make sweet potatoes Savory, To mix the peas into something Else, Anything else. I really liked eating Salty butter And helping in the kitchen. At 17, I was growing out of eating The exact same thing Every day for lunch, With the plentiful food options Available across campus. Trying new things, But also skipping meals Too often. I became skilled at Eating quickly Between classes. I didn't make much. At 27, I happily enjoy a wide variety Of foods, but now my Stomach Has limits I adhere to. I've eaten triple-digit meals And peanut butter for dinner, And everything in between, Learning from my family Of chef, cooks, bakers, and The opportunists (like me). Cooking is social and I make A great assistant, Just not for myself. Food is love, and comfort, And survival, and art, And sacrifice.

At 7, I already had crushes on Boys my age. I didn't have a relationship to Base one off of, With split parents, So I was both shy And quietly obsessive Over minute interactions. At 17, I had dated a little here and there, A real mess in high school While trying to figure out The labels that fit. I told myself that, Upon starting my physical Transition, I wouldn't date anyone So they wouldn't be subjected To the burden of it. (Reading trans stories of tragedy Had not helped This train of thought.) But I fell into deep crushes Anyway, Knowing nothing would Come from them. Harmless. (I thought.) At 27, I actively have a partner. I dated once in college, Almost dated two others, All different types of queer. I have come to learn More about my preferences, Boundaries, Expectations, Changes in bodies, And differences in bodies. In being accepting of other bodies, I am forcing myself to be more Accepting of my own, To be more vulnerable and Trust more. And it is difficult, Yes. But to now have someone That I can Be open and vulnerable with, To learn with him, And also Not push myself more than necessary To be something I'm not. Even if things change, Which things tend to do. Many things are new, And I am soaking up different ways to Love And show love And be loved, And be okay asking for love. And we are doing our best For ourselves and each other. I'm happier than I've ever been Even though he's a country away. Let's look to 37.

At 7, Or 8, perhaps, I wanted to write, and Dig up dinosaur bones. Lost in books and ancient History, More compelling than Many people. Books could only give me a papercut, And bones just gave me Dirty hands and fingernails. But people could hurt me. At 17, The age of choosing your life path, Direction forward, I had already considered dozens Of paths ahead, Since college and a career Were expected. Specifically moreso from school, Since family was more understanding, And nurtured our passions as they Changed. Chef, animator, biologist, writer (still), Artist, actor (stage, screen, voice), etc … So not knowing what direction I really wanted, Jealous of my peers who knew, I chose a school For the music, And worked at a restaurant During summer breaks. At 27, My ideas have changed still, Through college and after. A bookmaker, a paper maker, a teacher, a therapist, a writer (still), an entrepreneur… And with the jobs I've had in Food service, Floristry, Customer Service, I still don't know Exactly what I want. My position in property tax Surprised everyone, And I am content and learning daily, More financially secure than ever. I have a small online shop and have made many works of art that people Love. And I still (still) write. So while I may not have a clear Direction, I am not aimless. I am always learning, And teaching, And creating, And practicing kindness Whenever possible. So regardless of title, I am doing just fine As long as that remains.

As life spans the decades, And the way you think about Yourself and everything else Shifts, It’s nice to stop for a moment And notice.

- (10.2023 - 6.2024)

[new-44556678]

Agatha (Dark Deception) tickles y/n part 2

It was a another day of school.

After all, it was only Tuesday, still three more days to go.

As you entered the school it was the same as last time. All dark & dirty looking, almost seeming abandoned.

Agatha then teleported in front of you, and gave you another schedule. This schedule seemed... Different.

Instead of English as your first class, you had Math. Instead of Art as your second class, you had Science. And after that was Music and Lunchtime.

"Sorry about the sudden change, it's just a pattern for this school."

Agatha told you as she then teleported away.

'Ok, time to start the day!'

You told yourself before walking to your first class.

When you entered the room, which had nobody and no-one in it, there was a message on the board that read.

"First, look at the example. Then, try the practice problems. And lastly, do the paper on your desk."

After reading the message on the board you got right to work. After finishing it all you just laid down on the floor. Waiting for Agatha to arrive and grade your paper.

Fortunately it only 1.0 milliseconds for her to teleport and take a look at your answers.

"Good job!"

Agatha said as she took a pen and wrote A+ on the paper.

"Thank you!"

You replied, your voice still shaky from the incident that happened yesterday.

"Is something the matter? It something wrong?"

Agatha said as she noticed your nervous voice.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine."

You replied quickly.

Agatha was confused. You never acted this way, but your voice was nervous before.

"If you're really ok, then why do you sound so nervous?"

Agatha asked you, her worry growing.

You just walked away anxiously.

(Ok I messed up a bit on the schedule and how everything was, so lets say he is at lunch now)

The lunch bell just rang.

'Finally time for some food.' You thought.

When you got to the lunch table you were sitting at you already saw Agatha sitting in the spot right next to you.

"What is the deal today? Walking away without responding, sitting out for most of science, what the heck as gotten into you today?"

Agatha asked you with genuine fear and possibly some sadness herself.

You really couldn't stand these questions anymore so you decided to tell the truth.

"Agatha, when you tickled me I did enjoy a little, but also it scared me. Your claws and nails are sharp, also long. And if felt like you would never stop. It was scary!"

You said as Agatha say there listening to you as you finished your sentence.

"I'm sorry y/n, I tickled you because I love. No romantically! But as a friend!"

Agatha said.

The quick No Romantically and As A Friend made you snicker at how fast she sped through that part.

"I love you too Agatha, as a friend!"

You said.

And that statement melted Agatha's heart as she than spoke up.

"Well, since were friends..."

Agatha's voice stirred off as she than took hold of you and began targeting your armpits.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO AGATHA NOT THERE! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!"

You laughed under Agatha's tickling fingers and tight grip.

"Did I find a bad spot?"

Agatha asked you with a smile of excitement tugging at her lips.

She was obviously playfully teasing with you, she just had to have been. For one it was obvious, for three... uh... it was obvious!

"YEHEHEHEHEZZZZZZZZZZ! AGATHA PLEASE LET GO!"

You yelled through your laughter as Agatha's smile grew.

"But I thought you said you loved me!"

Agatha said as she began moving to your feet.

Ok now this was a problem, you very ticklish in your armpits but if there is anywhere more ticklish than your armpits it is your feet. And she was coming for them!

"NOHOHOHO! AGATHA PLEASE! I DO LOVE YOU JUST- NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! OH AGATHA I BEHEHEHEHEG OF YOU!"

Your laugh went up a few octaves and eventually turned into silent laughter as she danced her fingers over the soles of your feet.

"Laughing and Smiling is like breathing, it is good for your health and you always should do it!"

Agatha said with a grin. Waiting to hear the words I give in, from you.

"AGATHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT DO YOU WAHAHAHAHAHANT?"

You asked Agatha with fear in your laughter this time. Hoping that she will just tell instead of saying Oh you know what I want, from her.

"Will you give in to the tickle monster?"

She replied playfully with a smile tugging at her lips!

As soon as you heard about the get away key you immediately used it!

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OK! I GIVE IN!"

You yelled through laughter and squeals and squeaks and shrieks and giggles and... Well... That's enough.

Agatha stopped tickling you as soon as she heard those words come from your mouth.

As Agatha let go of you she whispered in your ear.

"I love you!"

And when she finished whispering that in your ear she gave you a small kiss on the forehead and allowed you to eat your lunch.

[lexxiisstuff]

~Iwaizumi Hajime~

Warning: Reader feeling insecure about themselves and their weight, (suggestive) nsfw. Short

***********

Iwaizumi Hajime was protective. Especially towards the things that he cared about, so you being the love of his life and all was high on the list of things he tended to watch over. Which is why he noticed the way you looked at yourself in the mirror, the way you suddenly had no appetite, the way you were constantly berating yourself everytime you walked past food.

"Iwa you're over analyzing me" You grabbed the water bottle from the table and took a sip. Your husband glared at you

"Don't start. When last did you eat? And I'm not talking about those stupid granola bars. When last did you eat a proper meal?" He watched as you looked at your feet. You never could lie to him, something he loved.

"I don't remember. A couple hours ago I guess" Two days ago to be exact. He knew that too.

"Grab your shit" He growled as he reached for his car keys.

"What? Why?" You were in Fluffy pj's and had just showered when Hajime came home. You really weren't in the mood to go out

"I'm taking you to dinner. Actually screw that. We'll order in, and you'll sit on that couch and won't leave until you eat every single bite. So what are you in the mood for?" He was angry but his voice remained level.

"Hajime I'm not hungry" You whispered knowing it would piss him off but he only seemed saddened by your words

"Y/n. What are you doing, baby? Tell me what's wrong?" He stepped towards you, his hands finding the familiar spot at your waist and stared at you.

"I just-" You sighed "I just think I need to lose a few pounds. I tried on my wedding dress the other day and it couldn't even zip halfway up Iwa. I feel... pudgy"

Iwaizumi frowned. Pudgy was never a word he would use to describe you. Beutiful, intelligent, hilarious, those he could get on board with but pudgy?

"Sweetheart we got married three years ago. I'm sure I wouldn't fit into my tux either. There's nothing wrong with you, You hear me" He bent forward so he could press a small kiss on your forehead but you shook your head.

"Iwa I just don't feel pretty anymore" You voice cracked slightly but you wouldn't cry. No matter how insecure and horrible you were feeling, you refused to cry.

Iwaizumi on the other hand was startled by what you just said. You don't feel pretty? You the most beautiful women he had ever layed eyes on.

"God, baby have you looked in a mirror recently" He grabbed your hand tugging you towards the bedroom towards the large mirror hanging on the wall. "Look at you."

You stared at yourself. There was absolutely not one thing about yourself you liked currently and that made you sad. Standing in front of your gorgeous boyfriend you kind of just felt like you were lacking. Your boobs weren't the right size, your clothes looked ratty and the bags under your eyes were so noticeable you might have well labeled them Prada.

"Iwa stop it" You closed your eyes looking away and he shook his head.

"Open them" You slowly opened your eyes to see Iwaizumis dark gaze in the mirror from where he stood behind you. "The fact that you could see yourself and think anything less than perfect is astounding"

"I'm not perfect" You mumbled sadly.

"What's not perfect about you?" He sounded angry and you sighed.

"I feel Chubby for one. My boobs aren't right. My hair. My eyes. My stupid stretch marks. I don't know take your pick" You turned away again but he held you in place. He growled under his breath

"Firstly you're not fucking Chubby and even if you were you'd still take my breath away I can promise you that. Secondly" He cupped your breasts making you gasp lightly "These are just right. See how they fit in my hands, Almost as if they were molded just for me."

His hand moved to tangle in your hair "This is one my favorite things about you. Your hair spread on my pillow in the mornings is nothing short of fucking art. And your eyes, the way they soften everytime you see me or how they melt whenever I make you cum" He whispered it against your ear "I could frame them and look into them forever. You're absolutely perfect, every single part of you was made to be loved by me and only me"

"Iwaizumi" He turned you around so you could look at him. The tears in your eyes never fell but they did linger "I love you, you know that? "

"Of course I do, gorgeous girl. I love you more. Now promise me whenever you feel insecure you'll come to me. You'll tell me." He wrapped his arms around you.

"I promise" You kissed him lightly making him smile.

"And no more skipping meals"

"Promise" You nuzzled into his chest.

"My little baby, let's go and order some food and then we're going to come back here and I'm going to spend the rest of the night worshipping that sweet body of yours"

You blushed furiously "You have a way with words Hajime"

"Wait until you see what else I can do with my tongue-" You slapped his chest making him laugh and lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

"My Pretty boy" You rubbed his head as he walked with you towards the kitchen. He melted. He loved when you called him that

"My pretty girl" He kissed your lips.

Yeah he knew just how to make you feel better

[robininthelabyrinth]

Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng start hooking up post-canon and Wei Wuxian assumes it's part of a scheme on Nie Huaisang's part. Possibly it was actually a scheme but Nie Huaisang got into it anyway. Or if sadness is more your thing, he didn't, and Wei Wuxian is left being like "see Jiang Cheng? I knew he couldn't have been hanging around with you for fun!"

ao3 (short)

“You need to stop,” Wei Wuxian said, his eyes narrow and expression fierce.

It was a lot less effective on Mo Xuanyu’s face than it had been on his original features. No one had yet told him, presumably out of a desire to avoid being murdered by Lan Wangji for making his lover sad.

Nie Huaisang frowned at him. “Stop…what?”

“Whatever it is you’re up to!”

Oh, were they doing this again?

Nie Huaisang opened up a fan and hid his face behind it in a single movement – he’d gotten really good at it over the years – and started idly fanning himself. “Wei-xiong, really, you’ll need to be more specific. I’m up to so many things, don’t you know…?”

Normally Nie Huaisang wouldn’t bother playing along, but he could see Jiang Cheng coming down the hallway at an angle that put him directly in Wei Wuxian’s blind spot – if there was one thing Jinlin Tower was good for, it was not seeing people – and he could already see Jiang Cheng starting to smile at his nonsense, which was obviously far more important than whatever it was that Wei Wuxian thought he’d figured out.

Hmm. Maybe Nie Huaisang was being too hasty in judging Lan Wangji’s rudeness – love really did make you do the stupidest things…

“I meant in relation to Jiang Cheng.”

Nie Huaisang stopped fanning and stared blankly at him. A few steps away from the turn, he saw Jiang Cheng come to a halt as well, already scowling.

“Jiang – Cheng?” he said hesitantly. “What exactly does Wei-xiong think I’m doing with Jiang-xiong?”

Wei Wuxian crossed his arms. “I’m not sure,” he said. “What are you doing?”

Nie Huaisang blinked at him. “But if I knew that, Wei-xiong, I wouldn’t have asked you, would I?”

The main problem Wei Wuxian had with confronting Nie Huaisang about anything, really, was that he genuinely found Nie Huaisang terribly funny. The twitching lips made the glaring more difficult.

(Behind him, Jiang Cheng was rolling his eyes, a full-body production that involved a great deal of heaving of shoulders and clutching at his head at the rampant stupidity on display. Nie Huaisang appreciated his lover's dedication to the art.)

Still – and this part was worrisome – Wei Wuxian’s smile faded away soon enough, replaced by a solemn expression.

“We may not be on the best of terms right now,” he said. “But he’s still very dear to me. I won’t put up with you using him as part of one of your schemes.”

“I don’t actually have any schemes,” Nie Huaisang said, mostly because Jiang Cheng was frowning now and Nie Huaisang did not want Wei Wuxian to mess up his budding relationship. “Really, Wei-xiong! I had one scheme, and it took me over a decade – I’m hardly the shadowy puppet-master mastermind you seem to sometimes seem to take me as. Why would you think that I’m using Jiang-xiong?”

“You’re deceitful,” Wei Wuxian said. “You made Jin Guangyao think that you were weak and dependent on him for years even as you plotted to bring him down. And now you’re pulling the same thing on Jiang Cheng – what am I supposed to think?”

Wei Wuxian must have seen them in the market, Nie Huaisang thought. He’d been carping around, playing up his good-for-nothing self – Jiang Cheng liked it when he did that. Mostly because Nie Huaisang really was a bit of a good-for-nothing, his one scheme claim to fame being firmly in the past; his cultivation was weak, his achievements few, his personality…questionable…

(Jin Ling had, upon discovering them spending time together, told Nie Huaisang that he fit everyone one of the criteria that Jiang Cheng had set out for a wife, right down to the weaker level of cultivation and the proper family background. Nie Huaisang had bought him some candy on the basis that ‘be nice to Jin Ling’ was on the list, and told him to think about the type of mileage he could get out of something like that. Jin Ling had looked appropriately thoughtful, after.

Nie Huaisang was a very good influence – or possibly a bad one, he wasn’t sure.)

At any rate, Jiang Cheng liked indulging him, liked and was reassured by the contrast between them. No one looking at them would ever put Jiang Cheng second – Nie Huaisang wasn’t even prettier! – except maybe in terms of insults, and even Jiang Cheng had to admit that he didn’t really want the privilege of being called the worst Great Sect leader, even if it was a superlative.

Wei Wuxian must have seen.

Wei Wuxian must have totally misunderstood.

“Jiang-xiong was at the Guanyin temple as well,” Nie Huaisang pointed out. “It’s not like er-ge at all.”

Wei Wuxian frowned. “Do you really have the right to call Lan-da-ge that?”

“My brother’s no less my brother because he’s dead, and he kept his oath to the end,” Nie Huaisang pointed out. “Why should the other two be released from the obligations of their oath just because they chose to foreswear their side of it?”

“Stop getting away from the point,” Wei Wuxian said, probably because Nie Huaisang was right. Bitter and mean and resentful, but right. “Whatever you’re scheming that involves Jiang Cheng, stop it.”

“No.”

Wei Wuxian blinked.

“I’m not scheming, but even if I was, the target would be Jiang Cheng,” Nie Huaisang explained. “You don’t understand, Wei-xiong. You see, I like Jiang Cheng.”

“I’m sure you do,” Wei Wuxian said. “But I also think you liked Jin Guangyao, a bit.”

Maybe he had. A bit.

But it wasn’t the same at all!

“I especially won’t tolerate you using him for sex while also –”

“Wei Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng bellowed, and Wei Wuxian jumped a chi into the air.

Nie Huaisang fanned himself. “Oh good,” he said. “I was about to be worried that you’d misunderstand, Jiang-xiong, but luckily Wei-xiong decided to take all the awkwardness onto himself.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jiang Cheng snarled at Wei Wuxian, who blanched but scowled back.

“I was just trying to help –”

“By embarrassing me?”

“How is it embarrassing to you?!”

“You think I’d be – what – led around by my dick like some new model Jin Guangshan –”

“Oh, that’s a good insult,” Nie Huaisnag said approvingly. “I’m going to need to use that in the future. What do you think the odds are for Lan Wangji biting me if I said it to him?”

That got both of them to stop fighting and turn to look at him.

“What? Does he only bite people he likes now? He used to bite everybody.”

Blank staring.

“That was back when he was five,” Nie Huaisang allowed. “It’s been a while.”

“You have stories about baby Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian said at once, as one might’ve expected. “I want them. All of them. Now.”

“Weren’t you threatening him a moment ago?!”

“That’s different! That was for you!”

“Right, because you don’t think anyone would actually like me,” Jiang Cheng said.

He sounded hurt.

Unacceptable.

“I’m sure Wei-xiong just meant that you were so unbearably attractive that people would compete for the opportunity to manipulate them into your bed,” Nie Huaisang assured him while Wei Wuxian was still trying to find words. “And since Wei-xiong thinks I’m the best schemer, obviously I won hands down, and secretly eliminated all my love rivals to boot. It's all my fault. Alas! I've been caught red-handed!”

“Are you actually capable of saying a single word that isn’t complete nonsense?” Jiang Cheng asked him, his tone having returned to exasperated and fond, which was worlds better than hurt.

Nie Huaisang considered the question seriously and then shook his head.

“You…! Good-for-nothing!”

Nie Huaisang nodded happily. “Your good-for-nothing,” he said cheerfully. “I’m going to make you do everything for me from now on.”

He was, too.

Wei Wuxian looked between them. “Wait,” he said. “Is this – a thing?”

“If you mean Jiang-xiong and I, yes,” Nie Huaisang said. “He’s been courting me for years, and I refused.”

“Only on the basis of a secret murder plot which you didn’t want to get me involved in.”

“How was I to know that everything would turn out well in the end? I thought there was every chance san-ge would find a way to drag me down with him. I couldn’t let that happen to you, of course.”

“Of course,” Jiang Cheng jeered, but he looked pleased and smug the way he always did when Nie Huaisang admitted to having been won over by the very first day of his courtship, years ago. He liked being successful at things.

“No,” Wei Wuxian said. “Not that. The – good-for-nothing thing. It’s a thing. For you two.”

“Fighting words,” Nie Huaisang remarked, even as Jiang Cheng flushed red. “Coming from the dreadful Yiling Patriarch that needs to be defeated by the mighty and righteous Hanguang-jun and then taken away for a good ravishing –”

“Wei Wuxian!”

“Uh - listen – I can explain – actually, no, I can’t. Nie-xiong, you have my blessing, just don’t break his heart, bye.”

“Come back here you -!”

Yes, Nie Huaisang decided, watching Jiang Cheng chase Wei Wuxian. This was the best possible result.

[plushiesssforcrying]

Hiii!!! Can you please do a scenario where female reader is in love with Kyle, but Kyle is currently dating someone (doesn't matter who) and the reader knows his girlfriend is just using him and tries to tell him but because of her jealousy the plan goes totally wrong and backfires on her and ends up ruining their friendship? Then later on Kyle finds out that the reader was right and feels guilty and realizes he loves her and tries to win her back. (I tried to be specific). Please and thank you!

hello! whoo! this is a lot to work with, i appreciate it, anon! also, sorry for the wait ^^ (wouldn't it be funny if i made this angst- ok no i didn't do that dw anon)

warnings? swearing

art by; goddess-paletuna on Tumblr

don't you just hate it when you have a crush on someone who's taken

as you can already guess, your crush, kyle, is already dating someone

leslie fucking meyers (she's not an ad here, just a bitch)

you didn't exactly mind leslie, she seemed really nice

but, one day while you were helping the teachers from one class to another, you overheard her talking to her friend in the janitor's closet

you weren't one to spy on people but they caught your attention when the redhead's name was mentioned

"You could date anyone, why are you with the weird ginger?" A girl spoke softly on the other side of the door.

You heard Leslie scoff, "You think I want to be with him? I just wanted to be closer with that cute friend of his, Stan."

You stood in disbelief, leaning beside the doorframe after hearing the girls talk about other nonsense you refuse to listen to. In a flash, you went back into your classroom, seeing Kyle talk with Stan.

When it was lunchtime, you made your way to Kyle, asking him to meet you outside to talk. Confused, he followed your steps.

"We have to talk about your girlfriend."

"Leslie? Why?" You took a deep breath, if you tell Kyle what you heard then he was sure to break up with her. Maybe, you could even shoot your shot with him.

"Kyle, she's using you. While I was walking back to class earlier, I heard her skip class and talking with one of her friends."

Kyle stared at you like you grew three heads, "[Y/N]..." this is it! Finally, you can finally have a chance! "Do you hate her that much?"

...

"What?"

"I didn't think you were someone to start some kind of rumor.." Kyle looked saddened at your sudden "accusation".

"I-I'm not! What are you talking about?!" You cursed at yourself for stuttering. Kyle avoided your eyes, "[Y/N], Leslie warned me about you but I didn't believe her at first. I didn't want to."

Kyle sighed out before looking at you once more, this time with a more resentful gaze. "But I guess she was right."

It hit you like a truck, "No! She's- she's using you! To get closer to Stan! She-!" "Enough!"

"Do you hate me being happy?!" There wasn't any hint of sadness in his eyes, only anger. You hated that.

"Or maybe, you're just jealous it's not you!"

"What?! Kyle, I don't care about that, what I care about is your feelings and well-being-"

"If you care so much, then leave me alone already!"

talk about wrong choice of words

you ran away from your spot once you processed his words

kyle watched your running figure, wanting to call out to you but held himself back

over the past few weeks, you and kyle had avoided each other, not even making eye contact

you were sad obviously, but you know you messed up big time that day

kyle on the other hand, was still happily dating leslie

until the day he was picking her up from cheerleader practice

stan decided to wait for kyle by the front gate when leslie approached him and started flirting with him

when kyle couldn't find leslie in the gym, he went outside only to see the scene unfold before him

infuriated, he asked his friend what was happening

When Stan explained, Kyle's eyes widened in fear.

You were right.

Shit. You were telling the truth but he just decided to be a dick about it and make accusations.

After breaking things up with Leslie, he quickly ran over to your house.

One of your parents answered the door only to be met with a panting Kyle, "Is, is [Y/N] home..?" he barely managed to wheezed out.

After coming inside, he wasted no time going up to your room and knocking.

When you answered the door, you saw a familiar green ushanka. "Kyle?" Upon seeing your face, he took a deep breath.

"... I'm sorry." He stared in your eyes, clutching his chest.

"You were right. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. Please forgive me." He shut his eyes close, awaiting your reply when a small pair of arms wrapped around his neck.

"I forgive you..." You buried your head in his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist, embracing you closer.

You pulled back a bit only to give him a small peck on the cheek. Embarrassed, he buried his head in your chest while you chuckle lightly at his reddened ears.

What a mess.

[amazingmaeve]

Leaving - Archie Andrews

Riverdale Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Archie had a fling during the summer. Even though they promised no feelings she still fell for him. Then school came back and she starts feeling jealous of Archie and Veronicas flirting. Then Cheryl Blossoms party ruins everything. She decides to leave and go visit some family in California but before she goes Archie tries to stop her from leaving.

Request: Haii, I’m new to request, I was wondering can you do a Archie Andrews x Fem!Reader. The reader is Josie sister (Darkskin) and she fell in love with Archie. Prompts 76,78,79, 95. Archie and Reader had a thing before school started (Season 1. Before Veronica showed up and he’s not with Ms. Grundy) and kinda like how Veronic flirts with Archie she’s jealous but knows he’s not hers. (Sorry for the long request). During the 7 minutes in heaven that they played At Cheryl party how Betty left it’s the reader instead. Betty chases after her in attempts to calm her down. When The next day at school Archie catches her packing up her locker. She’s moving away to another school. In another state. maybe California or somewhere. She’s tried to leave before getting spotted until Archie catches her and they talk (The prompt numbers) And after they hug, she kisses him before walking out and not coming back.

Requested by: @theonequietblckgirl

Pairing: Archie Andrews x FemaleMccoy!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, underage drinking, mentions of sex

AN: Hope this what you asked for 😊. Also this doesn’t follow the exact plot of the first episode of the series.

Word Count: 1853

Archie and Y/N had something in the summer. With her sister and her band she had no one else to hang out with. Then she started hanging out with Archie and hanging out turned into having sex. They both agreed to not involve feelings since it would make it more complicated and they didn’t want that.

But Y/N started to have feelings for him.

She knew that he didn’t feel the same since he was the one to recommend the no feelings part of their relationship. She knew he cared about her but just as friend he sometimes has sex with.

When the times they did hang out and didn’t have sex they had really meaningful conversations. They would make each other laugh and all in all they were happy with this arrangement.

But then the summer came to an end and so did their fling so it seemed.

When her and Archie didn’t hang out she hung out with Kevin and Betty. They knew about the thing between her and Archie and her feelings. She has known Betty and Keven ever since they were young and she knew she could trust them with this information.

Betty would lend a shoulder for Y/N to cry on when she talked about her feelings for Archie. And Kevin would always say the he had feelings for her to. But it was to hard to believe for Y/N.

She knew she shouldn’t have started his fling with him. She knew she would have a broken heart at the end of it.

Everything seemed to go back to normal at school except for the disappearance of Jason Blossom. Even thought Y/N didn’t know him she hope that he was ok. But she did know his sister Cheryl.

She didn’t exactly like Cheryl but wouldn’t start anything with. Y/N didn’t like Cheryl because she would always make fun of Betty and as friend of hers she would stick up for her which made Cheryl hate her.

Then Veronica Lodge came to the school.

She didn’t hate the girl but Y/N could sense that she liked Archie. But Y/N didn’t do anything since her and Archie weren’t even dating hell they weren’t even having sex anymore.

She couldn’t even hate Veronica for it. Since Veronica knew of her feelings and promised to stay away. But that didn’t help the nagging voice in the back of her mind that this wouldn’t end well.

Then the dance came.

Archie asked you which made Y/N’s heart race and could feel her body warm up and agreed to go with him a happy smile on her face.

Her and Betty helped each other with their outfits Betty didn’t go with anyone but that didn’t stop her being happy for Y/N.

Archie was a complete gentlemen, he held the door open for her, and held her hand.

The night was so magical.

The dance was romantic. Y/N could feel butterflies in her stomach whenever he looked at her. She hoped that her and Archie could have something more real.

Y/N and Archie talked the night away with smiles and laughs. She felt so much love for him and she hoped he felt the same for her.

Everything was perfect.

That was until they got into Cheryls after party were Y/N, Archie, Betty, and Veronica attended.

As the walked in Y/N sat next to Archie with Veronica on his other side.

When Cheryl started talking Y/N rolled her eyes at the red head not in the mood to deal with her.

She heard Cheryl talking about seven minutes in heaven. God this was such a sixth grade thing to do.

But unfortunately she saw that Archie would be going in the closet with Veronica which made Y/N take a deep breath to try and control her emotions.

She saw Betty give her sad look  and a comforting look in her eyes.

"So Y/N how was your summer," Y/N heard Cheryls condensing tone in her voice.

"Oh just great," Y/N answered Cheryl's question with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"What's going on with you and Archie," Y/N could hear humor in her voice which just made her roll her eyes.

"Why do you want to know," Betty stood up for Y/N which made her mentally thank Betty.

"Oh Betty I almost forgot you were here," Cheryl almost beamed with malice in her tone.

"I just don't think it's right for you to involve yourself if someone else's relationship," Betty snapped at Cheryl who just rolled her eyes in return.

Y/N felt bad for Cheryl after finding out Jason has been missing but times like this just made her hate Cheryl more and more. When she want after her friends and herself. Y/N doesn't know why Cheryl does this but it annoys the crap out of her.

"Listen before I get even more angry why don't just stick to your relationships and I'll stick to mine," Y/N stood up from the couch she had her voice at a steady calm breathing. She didn't want to get angry and focused on her breathing.

"Oh looks like times about up," Cheryl smirked as she walked over to the door to where Archie and Veronica were. Y/N hasn't notice it's been about 9 minutes which didn't follow the rules.

Y/N had a bad feeling in her stomach when Cheryl walked over to the door. She knew it was going to be something bad.

When Cheryl opened the door it revealed Veronica and Archie making out.

Y/N felt like she couldn't breath when she saw them kissing. She saw the two break apart and look at everyone in shock.

Y/N saw guilt flash both of their faces. She was about to cry and she didn't people to see her cry. She always prided her self in being a pretty confident girl. But right now she didn't feel like that.

Y/N didn't let either of them speak before she ran out of the door with tears rolling down her eyes.

Betty glared at Archie and Veronica. Then turned her eyes to Cheryl who had a malicious smirk on her face.

“This was your whole plan wasn’t it,” Betty asked while glaring at Cheryl.

“I just wanted to prove that Archie didn’t care for Y/N,” Cheryl shrugged not seeing with what she did wrong.

Betty shook her head before leaving running after Y/N wanting to comfort her friend. She left behind Archie and Veronica who let guilt set in.

Betty found Y/N in her car crying in her hands. Betty felt bad for her friend she had never experienced heart break herself but from looking at her friend she could feel it radiating from her.

Betty got into the car comforted her friend while hugging her for what felt like hours. When Y/N finally calmed down she dropped Betty off at her house and after reassuring her she was fine left or go to her own house.

Now she knew Archie didn’t have feelings for her.

For the next few days Y/N avoided Archie and Veronica which was hard since she had some classes with them.

After she went home she told Josie what happened which made her sister comfort her and to tell her everything would be fine.

During those few days her mother told her that there was this art school that Y/N got accepted in. She applied to this school during the summer with the permission of her parents. She only told Betty though.

She thought she wouldn’t get into that school.

Y/N was finally happy about something. She had been down ever since Cheryls party.

Her parents only allowed her to go to the school because there was some family close to the school that she wanted to go to.

The next day she told Betty who was overjoyed for her but sad that one of her friends wouldn’t be there. Y/N reassured her that they could talk and write each other which made Betty nod happy for her friend even though she was sad about that.

While she was packing her stuff out of her locker she felt someone walk up to her.

“Hey,” She heard Archie softly day. Y/N took a deep breath before turning towards him.

“Hey,” Y/N muttered turning her attention to her locker again.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Archie pointed out after an awkward moment between the two.

“I wonder why,” Y/N scoffed.

“Y/N-,” Before He could continue Y/N put her hand and speaking herself.

“No I don’t want to hear it. I thought you asked me out I thought you liked me. I just I can’t pretend anymore that we are just friends,” Y/N shouted at Archie angry tears running down her face.

“Why are you packing your stuff,” Archie asked seeing all the stuff in her bad.

“I’m leaving I got accepted into an art school,” Y/N answered his question closing her locker after she was finished.

“This isn’t you. You wouldn’t go pack your stuff without telling anyone,” Archie explained with furrowed brows.

“Well I did tell someone I told the people who actually cared about me,” Y/N explained while glaring at him.

“I do care about you,” Archie pleaded with Y/N trying to get her to understand that he really did care about her.

“If you did you wouldn’t have kissed Veronica,” Y/N pointed out. “You broke my heart,” She whimpered trying to not let any of her tears fall.

“I know and I just want to prove to you that I really do care about. And ok now you’re going to say that I don’t but you’re wrong,” Archie began to explain. “I know I can never make it up to I just hope that one day you can forgive me,” He ended trying to not let tears fall from his eyes.

Y/N herself tried to not cry as she nodded. Even though he did hurt her she was going to miss him.

“Maybe one day,” Y/N whispered and she heard her own voice crack as a tear fell from her eyes.

“Just one last hug and I’ll leave,” Archie smiles and Y/N nodded letting him wrap his arms around her and she did the same. She took a deep breath and she smelled his cologne that she always loved.

When he pulled away he pressed his lips against hers softly seeing if she was going to kiss back. When she did they stood there kissing for a minute before they pulled back.

Archie walked away from Y/N and leaving the school.

Y/N let out a sad smile and let out a sniffle before grabbing her stuff and left herself setting her self on a new journey.

[lovee-infected]

By my side

♥Leona Kingscholar ♥

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Well it still isn't too late to offer our dear Lion a bitter-sweet birthday gift , right ? Let him let go of his sad past and find happiness in this birthday night

...Sometimes I wondered why would I be even given birth to if this was the point life was going to drive me into ? If this was how it was supposed to be , I wished to never be born . Living without needing and to be needed , wanting and to be wanted , loving and to be loved was nothing different from death , some are given birth to by mistake , could it be that I as well was a mistake ? I was pretty sure that I was until something later changed my mind

Preview : Years has passed , each filled with dread , hatred , loneliness and dishonor . Unwanted pains shattering his heart to pieces , unexplainable emotions no one around him would ever care to imagine , endless tears fallen from his eyes over the years on his lonely corners , injured heart of him which no one ever cared to heal... But from now , things are going to be different . This year will be his new start because he has you by his side

Why did I always have to be the second one ...?

They say you've got to live your and only your life , that the only one holding you back from your dreams is you , that you can be anything if you try your hardest , and I tried

No , it wasn't only trying . I lived for my goal . I lived to become the strongest , I lived to be the one who brought honor to my family's name , I lived to pull myself out my brother's shadow , I lived to change my unwanted fate...but I couldn't . I cut back on my everything , my free time , my friends , my family , my own self . All to have my time to focus on my powers , to be an almighty magician . As I grew stronger , I begun to bring fear along myself. I got warned that I'm going way further than I ever should but it didn't matter . I still needed to be stronger , strong enough to prove that I'm worthy of being the next king

Farena brought light wherever he went and I brought...shadows . Shadows reflecting the terrifying darkness taming into my soul . I thought these would turn me into a worthy heir to my kingdom but they didn't , they turned me into something others called terrifying . Fearful . Greedy . Monster

My brother himself tried to hold me back for many times but I didn't listen , thinking that he was afraid of my strength which I thought had surpassed him so far . Even if it wasn't his purpose , this wasn't going to hold me back from the path I'd chosen ; it was too late

All they could see was my stunning powers growing more and more fearful day by day , slowly turning into a threat . No one ever saw what it took me to get to this point , no one ever cared . While children were playing outside and enjoying their short lasting carefree days , I had locked my self inside my hidden training spot , spending hours each day all alone there . Learning everything on your own isn't really pleasant , specially when no one's there to tell you how harmful magic can be . I was covered in dust and bruises each day after training , I even passed away of tire too many times right there

I have to admit...It doesn't really matter how much I grow . A part of me will always remain child because I sacrificed my time to be a child when I had to enjoy it . Yeah , there's an extremely annoying cry baby hiding inside me... It came clear to me again on the day of my nephew's birthday , the day life proved me that I can never change my path , no matter how much I try , no matter how much I lose , no matter how much cry , no matter how much I suffer

All those pain , loneliness , hours of crying and wiping blood off my body was a waste . Not because I didn't try , no dear it wasn't ever my fault . It was this life . It wasn't ever fair...

That child...This was the end of me . The only thing I fought for , my very last chance to get all I ever wanted out of my life . Why?...why?? I gave up my all just to be respected ! To be looked up to ! To be wanted !! Didn't I lose enough...?

I couldn't take it anymore , I couldn't . I had lost my purpose to live , to breath , to exist . Suicide would've been a pretty simple and shameful way to end it all , but you won't believe it if I tell how many time I was too close to doing it . The story of the infamous king Scar was getting reflected into my life . I was becoming what I refused to be , I didn't want to be like him , I didn't want to be the monster he became but...Not everything always goes as you expect , right ?

When I announced that I'll be heading to Night Raven College , everyone knew that I'd finally given up to my dark side . I was no longer afraid of becoming the monster they warned me about ; this was my path

I started a new life with entering Night Raven College or this is what I thought . No was there to look down to me for my neglected past and that was enough for me , enough to not suffer much more . My mind finally came to a more stable zone , somehow I could pull some parts of my shattered personality together and that seemed to be good...but the holes in my heart , there was no way to get rid of them . Loneliness , pain and , isolation took more than having a more stable life to be forgotten , but I never knew that my medicine would one day come to me on their own

I used to think that you were just as empty as I was , perhaps even a lot weaker with not a single sight of magic inside you . May seem rude but I believe that was the first thing that made me have an interest in you : You made me feel superior . Don't hate my dear , but that's just how I grew up . Being compared to my brother my whole life and receiving endless critiques and blames on it . You do understand , don't you ? Told you , those holes in my heart needed to be filled . Bullying you was just a small part of it

Back then , you were nothing more than a child in my eyes . Your will to make a change and save others sounded pathetic to me ; not just because I looked down to you as a human , but rather because I saw myself inside you ; my unfulfilled wishes and useless tries . This was how I expected you to end up , just like me . But you didn't

Overblot may be counted as my most terrifying form , but it isn't the only the thing you saw through me . That was the very first time I show you the others how empty I was , how weak I felt . I revealed my holes and that made me feel unsafe

Considering how I was wrong about being superior to you and the way you saw how measurable and weak I could be , I wouldn't have been fascinated if you too had started looking down to me as a loser . It was odd of you to try and get closer to me instead , no wonder why I kept rejecting you at first . You were stubborn and I was moody , I didn't really like the two of us getting much closer . Helping you take back the Ramshackle dorm was supposed to be our very last business together but , I'm thankful that you didn't give up on me . I accepted the two of us becoming friends since you insisted , but I'd never imagined what great changes were coming to my life by letting you in

Your powerless self which I used to make fun of , became a way for me to spend sometime forgetting how strong my magic would be or how important it can be in my life . Having ice cream together , taking walks , talking like two friends would , these were nothing special but they were all new to me . I had to accept that it was nice having you around , finally someone that wasn't as annoying as the others

Finally I gained enough self-esteem to speak of my personal issues , stuff that were bothering me over the years . I didn't want you to do anything about them , I just needed a listener . But to see how you cried hearing my pain... I- I wasn't ever expecting that . You were not only the first one to know but also the first to care...that shook my heart

When you said that you wanted me to spend more time with my family specially brother and nephew , I couldn't help but to laugh it off . But the way you actually forced me into doing it seemed to by quite childish at first . I was too selfish to even call my brother but you were there to force me into doing it - It felt like you were my mum sitting next to phone to see if I talk politely or not, but it worked out anyway

As the time passed , many things changed . Our small friendship was now way further than were it once was , specially now that I look how you changed me and my life over

Farena and I are now much better than we used to be , I can now really feel like I have someone as my older brother , not a symbol to be compared with . My family now check on my casually asking how I am doing . I still refuse to go home since I still have a lot to take care of here , but I can somehow feel that I as well missed them too . For so long I thought that I was forgotten , invisible and unwanted . But after you showing up in my life , I can finally see what it means to be alive

My dear (y/n) , I'm still learning to be a better me and need you by my side to learn me how to , so I'm not yet prepared to tell you how I feel . I kept on learning to be a great magician for years and now , it's time for me to learn to be a great lover , someone worthy of your love and attention , someone you'd like to remain by his side for eternity

I love you (y/n) , not just because of giving me all I needed for my whole life , not because of making me feel like I have a real family after the years , not because of helping me gain all respect and honor I always wanted to have , but for showing me that my path as well can be changed

Tonight here I am with my family , friends and you by my side , celebrating a date I called filthy for the past 20 years of my life :

" Happy birthday Leona! "

The crybaby inside me isn't going to shut the hell tonight- I know that I shouldn't cry but , I can't help it . My first tears in front on someone else than myself fall not because of pain this time , but due to the unbelievable happiness and joy my heart has drowned into . I look at you , your bright smile giving me straight and your beautiful eyes keeping on bringing light to soul . Even if my birth was a mistake , I would mow say that it's the most beautiful mistake that could have ever happened in my life

My family , my friends , and my beloved (y/n) , I need them all , and I'm glad to see that they as well need me . I want them in my life , and I'm proud that they as well want me . I love you (y/n) and I would die to see that you too love me , but even if you don't , that will never change my feelings for you . For the first time in my life , I feel alive . And it's all thanks to you , because of you by my side

I can't help but to hug you tight , feeling your warmth close to me . Digging my head into your shoulder as I let go of heavy tears in my eyes : " Thank you , (y/n)..."

♦♥♠♣

Tagging : @ji-yaaan @lilyholo @yandere-wishes

[radiorenjun]

I Don't Need It

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: vi, vii

As Jaemin walked to his car to drive to school, he spotted you walking out of your door with a textbook in hand. He raised his hand, his mouth opening to call out your name when the scene from that night flashed through his mind. He sighed at the thought as he watch you walk to the bus stop without sparing a glance in his direction.

'Is she really that upset? It was just an old music box, after all.' Jaemin thought as he got into his car and turned his keys. 'She's just being petty, I bet if I offer her a ride to school. She's gonna go back to square one. Typical y/n," he smiled to himself, remembering the times where you two had arguments and one of the two of you would apologize when Jaemin offered you a ride.

Jaemin drove to catch up with you before you reach the stop, to his surprise, he saw Huang Renjun walking up to you with a bright smile, slinging an arm over your shoulders. Jaemin's blood ran cold at the sight of you smiling and rolling your eyes at the boy.

Jaemin forgot Renjun lived a few houses away from them, then again, he hasn't talked to Renjun much since Renjun left the team to join the arts club. 'What am I doing?' he thought to himself, running a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy sigh, his eyes never leaving the road as he drove by your laughing figures.

'This is what I wanted right? For once I don't have y/n constantly asking bout me or flirting with me or clinging onto me all the time. I should be happy that she finally got it to her head' he told himself. If that's so, why does he feel so empty? Why does he feel like something's missing deep inside of him.

Once he got to the school, he walked to his lockers only to be greeted by Donghyuck, who ran up and slung an arm around his neck. "If it isn't Mr. Na Jaemin." Donghyuck greeted with a cheeky grin as Jaemin smiled in response. "Good morning to you, too, Hyuck." he chuckled.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Hyuck clicked his tongue nonchalantly as they walked side by side, his arm hanging on one of Jaemin's shoulders. "Well if only your boyfriend didn't graduate early, I wouldn't be spending all my time with Coach." Jaemin laughed.

"As much as I am happy that Mark graduated early, I still can't believe he left me to rot here alone with nobody to talk to." he pouted, scrunching his face dramatically. "You're talking to me, though." Jaemin teased. "Exactly, you're a nobody, Mister Na." he deadpanned in response.

Jaemin playfully shoved the boy away from him, eliciting a laugh from the both of them as they walked to Jaemin's locker, spotting Jeno running through his own. "Good morning, Jeno." Jaemin smiled, unlocking his locker beside him.

"Did you two know we had homework on Biology?" Jeno exclaimed frantically, trying to find his textbook. "The one that's worth 5% of our grade? Yep," Hyuck responded with a bright nod. "Fuck, I'm definitely failing this class." Jeno groaned, running a hair through his black hair before shutting his locker.

Jaemin chuckled at his friend's misfortune, shaking his head with a soft "tsk tsk". "Oh lookie here, your future wife is heading this way, Nana." Hyuck teased, using the nickname you had made for him back when you two were 12 years old. "Get ready to feel single, Jeno." he added.

Jeno pointed an accusatory finger at the younger boy, "Hey! Mark graduated, you're gonna feel lonely with me, this time!" making Hyuck stick out his tongue. They were both too busy quarreling to acknowledge Jaemin's empty expression as she passed by them without your usual friendly 'hey'.

But they were shocked to see you walking side by side with your friends, your hand inside Renjun's. "Uh, Jaemin, y/n's right there." Hyuck nudged the boy beside him with his elbow. Jaemin looks up from his gaze at your hand inside Renjun's as you disappeared in the crowd of students.

"What? So?" Jaemin retorted almost defensively, eyes looking everywhere except for his friend who was staring at him in disbelief. "What do you mean 'so' ?! Your girlfriend just walked by without sparing a glance at us! Plus she was holding hands with Renjun," Hyuck exclaimed in disbelief.

"For the billionth time, Hyuck. She's not my girlfriend!" Jaemin spat, annoyance laced in his tone. Hyuck rolled his eyes, "whatever she is, she's holding hands with another guy, dude!" he shot back. Jeno sighed, putting a hand on Hyuck's shoulder, giving him a look of disappointment.

"They had a little fight the other day," Jeno explained briefly. "And she's being petty by giving me the silent treatment," Jaemin growled, shutting his locker and leaning his back against it with a click of his tongue. "What did you do this time?" Hyuck sighed, his expression lightening at the new information.

"Why do you always assume that I'm the one in the wrong?" Jaemin exclaimed, laying a hand on his chest, offended at the accusation. Jeno raised a brow as if to say 'really?', Hyuck giving him a similar look that mirrors Jeno's. Jaemin looks down in guilt, a frown evident on his face as he bit his lip to explain.

"It's not a big deal really. I just told her to leave me along once and for all," Jaemin shrugged as if it was no big deal, looking back at the crowded hall of students. "Not a big deal, my ass. Bro, you also broke her music box without an apology." Jeno stated with a roll of his eyes.

Hyuck's face contorted into a surprised frown, his mouth gaped. "Dude, that's a little harsh, don't you think? She must be genuinely upset to be giving you the silent treatment." Hyuck remarked, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Well at least Jaemin won't be complaining bout her annoying him all the time now that she's ghosting him, right Jae?" Jeno raised a brow at the younger boy.

Jaemin wasn't listening to anything they were saying as his eyes couldn't tear away from the two figures that were you and Renjun talking side by side as you grabbed your stationary from your locker. He felt his chest tightening, aching with a numb pain. What's going on? Why is he feeling this way?

"Jaemin?" Jeno's voice snapped Jaemin back into reality, his eyes widening slightly at the concerned tone as he diverted his gaze back to his friends. "Huh, what?" Jaemin mumbled, trying to ignore the numbing ache in his chest. "You okay?" he asked.

"I don't know, I kinda don't feel well, right now." Jaemin's brows furrowed as he watch you and Renjun walk to class side by side. at the corner of his eye. "We have a few minutes to class, you should go to the Nurse's office." Hyuck advised as he raised his brow in concern.

"Um, alright then," Jaemin nodded, "see you guys later." he waved to his friends before walking to the nurse's office with confusion. What's up with him? He was fine this morning, what's with the sudden pain in his chest?

Unbeknownst to him, his two friends were watching him walking away with concern looks on their faces. "So, I wasn't the only one who saw how sad he looks when he watched Y/n and Renjun right?" Hyuck muttered to Jeno, who nodded in agreement. "That dumbass is gonna have the tables turned, I just wonder what he's gonna do once he realizes that a human heart can't pratically live without the love of his soulmate." Jeno chuckled.

Jaemin was scrolling through social media when you entered the class, his eyes wandered up for a small moment to give you a short glance, examining your figure standing on the doorway as if you haven't been attending the same class for three years.

His eyes quickly went down to his phone when he saw your head turn to his direction, walking right towards him. 'Of course, she's still gonna sit next to me.' he chuckled internally to himself, 'that's typical of her.' he thought.

He felt your presence close to his when you passed by him to sit at the empty seat at the back of the class. He frowned slightly, quickly masking it with a stoick expression as he hears the not so subtle chatters and whispers of his name and y/n's spilling from his classmates' mouth.

"Wait, y/n's not sitting next to Jaemin?"

"Did they have a fight or something?"

"Come to think of it, she skipped class with Renjun yesterday"

"Did she finally had enough?"

"Probably. Poor girl has been at it for two years!"

"Yikes, that's pretty harsh. No wonder she didn't even spare him a glance"

"Have you seen her left wrist? They say-"

"Good morning, class!" Mrs. Choi announced with a bright voice as she entered the class, silencing the whole students in a second. "Let's start today's lesson shall we? Open your textbooks to page 127," she smiled, raising her own copy of the textbook.

Jaemin turned his head to see you busy with opening your textbook and notes, flipping your pen in between your fingers. He quickly turned his head around as the teacher started explaining, opening his own textbook with a small pout on his face.

'Why didn't you come and sit next to him?' he pondered as he tried to advert his eyes to the whiteboard, watching you from the corner of his eye. A part of him wanted you to at least glance at him, make eye contact, anything.

But you didn't. Not even for a split second, it was as if you couldn't see him. As if you two hadn't known each other your whole lives. As if you were both strangers. Jaemin felt a slight ache in his chest, his hand stretching out to lay right on top of his heart.

He took a deep breath, his heart beat in his ears as Mrs. Choi's voice became muffled. It hurt. He doesn't know why, but his chest was hurting and he wants it to stop. It was similar to the pain when he lost on his first game and had an F on Chemistry on the same day. Yet, it was so different. It felt like his chest was actually being poked with tiny needles.

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the bell dismissing entered his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts as the pain subsided. Jaemin turned to see the students around him packing up and leaving class, causing him to jolt up and shove his textbook in his bag.

He felt y/n squeeze herself behind him, quickly leaving the class. Jaemin didn't know why but his feet quickly moved towards her, slinging his halfly zipped bag over his shoulder. His mouth opened as he reached the entrance, ready to call out your name.

His figure froze when he watched you walk up to none other than Huang Renjun. Jaemin's eyes watched as his arm slung around your shoulders, the sweet smile on your face as Renjun whispered something against your ear, eliciting a small laugh from you as the two of you walked to the exit.

Jaemin stared at the two of you with a blank expression. His pupils shaking upon your figures being pressed up against each other. His hand gripping the saddle of his bag that was slung over his shoulder tightly. He wanted to apologize for his actions and offer you a ride home, but his body wouldn't move when he caught Renjun's arm slung over your shoulder so casually.

So affectionately.

Jaemin broke his glare when he felt a slight burning sensation on his wrist. He jolted and hissed at the sharp pain as he pulled back his left sleeve, tugging down the watch to see his soulmate tattoo glowing a dimly blood red, his chest had an ugly feeling piercing his heart.

Jaemin clicked his tongue before heading to the bathroom. His wrist felt like it was burning, it felt scorching hot. Why was it burning? Jaemin acted on instinct and ran his wrist under the tap of cold running water, ignoring his underclassmen passing by and greeting him as they walked out of the boy's bathroom.

Jaemin rubbed the sore spot, his mind remembering the way Renjun's arm slung over your shoulder, laughing alongside you. And your smile. He doesn't remember the last time you smiled that wide for him, Jaemin hissed at the increasing pain on his wrist.

Jaemin winced and jolted as he felt as if something was stabbing him repeatedly in the chest, he slide down the walls of the now empty bathroom. He took silent deep breaths to try to calm himself, running a hand through his hair in distress.

What's going on?

"Day 3 of Huang Renjun being extra nice to the poor girl who's bout to be single for the rest of her life, what will he do today?" you spoke in a way a news reporter would, holding your fist up to your mouth to act as a microphone as you walked towards Renjun who was waiting for you outside of class.

"Shut up, you're saying that I can't be nice to my dearest best friend?" Renjun teased, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you both walked out of the entrance. "Its definitely abnormal to see you restraining yourself to not flick me on the forehead whenever I do something stupid." you shrugged.

You felt the boy flick your forehead gently, causing you to let out a small yelp. "Happy?" Renjun smiled sweetly, as your hand went up to rub the slightly sore spot on your forehead. "Very," you rolled your eyes at him as he let's out a light chuckle.

At the corner of Renjun's eye, he saw Jaemin not far behind you two. His head was looking down at his wrist, his hand tugging down the sleeves. Renjun assumed he was taking a look at his soulmate mark, a frown evident on the younger boy's face.

Renjun almost felt bad. Jaemin seemed like a lost puppy, standing all by himself as students walked away. But yet again, he felt anger towards the boy to be so immature as to hurt someone he was suppose to cherish with all his life.

"So how was being in class with Mr. Heart breaker?" Renjun spoke after a moment of silence, averting his eyes back to you. You gasped at the nickname, "don't say it like that! You're making it seem as if he was some sort of school fuckboy." you scolded, landing a smack square on his chest.

Renjun laughed before you spoke in a quiet tone, "alot of people were talking bout us when I entered the class without screaming his name and clinging onto him like a koala," you shrugged casually. "He's probably upset even more now that people are talking bout how distant I've been towards him," you added with a heavy sigh.

Renjun patted your head softly, nodding in sympathy. "It'll all blow over soon. After all, you were always dramatic with your actions when it comes to Jaemin." he chuckled as you both entered the ice cream shop, walking up to the counter. "Shut up, Huang." you mumbled with a pout.

"Welcome to Weishen Ice Cream Shop, how may I help you two, today?" the cashier smiled as he came up to the counter, wiping his hand on a wet rag. You recognize him as Qian Kun, he would always give you free ice cream whenever you're down in the dumps.

"Hey Kun," you smiled as Renjun pulled out his wallet behind you. "Y/n, Renjun, pleasure to see you as always." Kun nodded with a charming smile as you started placing your orders, paying for your own ice cream after a brief argument bout who's paying.

"How's Jaemin? I haven't seen him around recently," Kun asked as he scoops up the ice-cream into the neon yellow cup. You tensed at the name, recalling Jaemin's words that night. You muster up a small smile, ignoring Renjun's concerned gaze as you reply.

"He's fine. Haven't seen him in a while either." you shrugged as Kun handed you your ice-cream. "Well, if you see him, tell him to come by. I missed that guy," Kun said with a soft pause in between sentences, sensing the tension in the air once he brought up the teenage boy.

"Shameless self advertising again, old man?" Renjun chuckled as he grabs a spoon off the counter. Kun blinked, pointing the metal ice cream scoop dramatically at Renjun, "Who are you calling old man? I just gave you cheap ice cream and this is how you treat me, Renjun? You should respect your elders, you brat." he jokes.

You giggled as Renjun stuck his tongue out at the older man, you pulled him away before Kun could jump over the counter and start whacking him with the ice cream scoop. "You're so immature sometimes," you laughed as you sat down on one of the booths by the windowsill.

Renjun rolled his eyes with a soft smile, shoving his ice-cream into your mouth to prevent anymore insults from spilling out of your mouth. Unbeknownst to the  two of you, Lee Donghyuck and Lee Jeno were walking side by side to go to an arcade, spotting you and Renjun from across the street through the window.

“Jeno!” Donghyuck halted his movements once his eyes adverted to your laughing figures. “What?” Jeno asked, halting beside the younger boy to turn to see where Donghyuck was pointing at. “Look! Is that who I think it is?” Hyuck exclaimed as Jeno’s eye caught you and Renjun sitting infront of each other in that old ice cream shop, watching as Renjun flicked you on the forehead with a laugh, watching a pout form oon your expression.

“Is that Renjun? And Y/n” Jeno asked, squinting his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “It looks like they’re on some kind of date,” he added as Hyuck clicked his tongue. “I knew they were close but i didn’t think they were this close,” Hyuck gaped, watching as the two of you continued on with your conversation without a bother in the world.

“Do you think they’re-” he asked, only to be cut off. “No, that’s not possible.” Jeno spoke rather abruptly, his mind flashing back to his best friend. “The soulmate system allows you to have romantic feelings only towards the person you’re bonded with.” he added with a serious tone. Hyuck rolled his eyes at his statement.

“Then what do you call that dense best friend of yours?” he asked, raising a brow at him. “For all the years I’ve known him, he doesn’t seem to show the slightest care for the poor girl, she has the right to feel loved too, you know. Even when it’s from someone else,” Hyuck snapped. 

Hyuck cares bout you. He really does. Not because you always lend him homework answers and notes when he asked, not because of the many talks you two had whenever he had some problems with Mark, but because you were like the sister he never had. Seeing the pain in your eyes whenever Jaemin turns you down was a painful sight to see, he wants you to be happy. 

“Hyuck, Jaemin cares bout her deep down. I know he does. He’s just too stubborn to admit it. I’ve known Jaemin longer than you have, he does like her, trust me. He’s just to stupid to realize.” Jeno sighed, shaking his head profusely at the thought of his best friend. Deep down, Jeno wasn’t even sure what he said was true. He’s heard of the controversial rumour surrounding the soulmate system.

That when the system is rigged, people can have feelings for others that they can’t have.Those whose feelings are reciprocated by someone that aren’t their soulmates were just a sign of God attempting to fix the mistake. No one knows what would happen to those whose feelings aren’t reciprocated. Rumors said that there was a possibility that they vanish into thin air out of despair and heartbreak, some say they were doomed to live the rest of their life feeling loveless.

Others say they consult into more...

Terrifying inhumane methods.

Jeno shuddered at the thought, shaking his head to shake away the horrifying thoughts of what would come to Jaemin and Y/N if this keeps happening. He didn’t want to know what was going to happen if this keeps happening.

“I just hope you’re right, Jen.” 

This is NOT proofread hehe.

Tagging: @morks-watermelon @cherrystay @lowkeyviv @candiednickles @btm-taeyong @d-nghyck @gothmingguk @12am-musings @luvlyjaemin @cowward

[poetryandwitchcraft]

The song of the ocean

Once upon a time, in a village not that far away,

Lived a witch whose skin was as pale

As a full moon on a clear summer night.

Where she was born the sun was so bright

It blinded her, burned her, left her in pain.

Day after day, she wiped out the stains,

Losing those memories was easier, say,

Than keeping them out there on display:

The mind was protecting the soul in its own way.

One faithful day, when she was older in age

She made a cape, and broke out of her cage:

It was sawn with a cloth that was so thick,

The sun couldn't reach her, and she didn't feel sick.

Off she ran, in a forest she found a resting spot,

And for the first she could see what was going on:

Her skin was bruised and stained crimson red.

Tears rained, while she laid on the mossy bed

And that's where the midwife found her.

They sat side by side, under the moon,

While the midwife tended to her wounds.

Soft words forged a bond of heart,

And that's how the witch learned her art:

Respect the Earth and care for the living,

Harm none, for love has more than one meaning.

Together they practiced this ancient skill,

And gentle wind blew on their skin, until

The witch learned of the village downhill.

She visited the villagers every day at dusk,

Helping them heal was her precious task.

They welcomed her, showered her with love,

While taking from her all they got their hands on.

She complied, obliged, she still didn't know

What that violating feeling stood for.

They flipped on her one wintery day:

They wanted the witch to give them her cape,

But she refused, for her skin needed it to be safe.

Harsh words followed by that stance,

"You won't give us that cloth, hence

You're selfish, a monster that never cared"

She was left speechless, and utterly scared.

They reasoned their skin was worse off, which

Is why they needed it more, than that awful witch.

She didn't give in, so they stripped it from her

And she was left, with more bruises, just lying there:

She looked for herself, but couldn't find her anywhere.

She wandered around, thoughts storming her head,

Breaking apart everything they said,

And when night came, she finally realized

For her there would never be peace in sight.

They would never stop this war,

Until she gave up her soul,

Either to them or to the underworld.

She let out her breath, that condensed in the cold:

She didn't want to fight anymore.

Decision guided her silent trip

As she climbed up the rocky cliff.

The sky was clouded and crying for

The creatures that a heavy heart bore.

She admired the deep darkness below,

And the strength of the waves that crashed ashore.

To her this place was were life and death met:

"I came from water, and to water I go back",

She mumbled as she took the final step.

Her mouth full of water, she soon recognized

The taste of sadness and shattering demise:

Her eyes leaked this substance every night,

"I belong to the ocean", she thought with delight.

But when she approached her last breath,

A beautiful voice came from the depth:

It told her a story of all the souls lost

Destroyed by the ones they needed the most

Until there was nothing left, but a vitreous ghost.

The witch sighed, she was indeed right,

Hope is nothing but a feeble light.

The soft voice sang again

"My sweet child, after a hurricane

Life finds a way to flourish and restart,

Cause she's more than the trees the wind tore apart.

Wounds are hard to heal, and the scars may look bad,

But you're worth every second you spend on that:

Remember, with love, lost souls will find their way back"

The water hugged her, and washed the dirt away,

Off her shoulders dropped the unbearable weight.

She thanked the voice, harmonized with her,

Floating on her back, just existing, right there.

She then swam back to shore, laid in the sand

And woke up with someone holding her hand.

The sun just started rising above the sea,

She turned her gaze and smiled with glee:

In the eyes of the midwife she saw relief.

On a warm spring night, under the stars

The witch examined her snow white scars.

The midwife put the cape on her back,

And at her side she quietly sat,

While a soft breeze caressed their hair.

"You can't help others breathe if your lungs have no air",

The witch spoke firmly, but her eyes shined

"The song of the ocean is hard to unwind,

But I'll sing it for you if you don't mind"

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

Public Relations. Pt 3. Fire Escape Staircase [Calum Hood blurb]

Series masterlist

Summary: you, Calum, some alcohol and a dark fire escape staircase. 18+, proofread by @burncrashbromance

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You’ve never been that much of a fan of the Big Apple. And you definitely weren’t a fan of going on promo tours with Calum. You’ve done it once, spent most of the time hanging around alone and getting your boyfriend only late at night and tired as hell and decided that waiting for him at home or flying out to him for a couple of days every so often was a preferred alternative for you. But when Calum mentioned that he would like you to go to New York for his three-day promo trip with him, somehow you couldn’t resist. You thought that just three days wouldn’t be so difficult and you’d also get a chance to catch up with your college best friend while you’re there. So you said yes. Which, truth to be told, you had regretted the very first day.

Promo was promo, Calum had his work to do and was busy most of the time. For which you couldn't and weren’t going to blame him. And if he wasn’t busy, he was meeting some people he had to meet while he’s in the city. You tried not to get in a mood, constantly reminding yourself you had known what you were agreeing to. But tonight, at a lame home party of some acquaintance of Calum’s you felt bored to no measure. You had met your friend earlier that day, but even this meeting wasn’t able to brighten your gloomy state of mind.

So here you were, bored, moody and tipsy. Calum would say that’s a dangerous combination. You, looking at him opening a third beer, weren’t able to find anything dangerous in teasing your own boyfriend a little. Just a little bit. Only to remind him you actually were here.

You waited till he opened the bottle and turned around to go back to the living room and headed his way. Your ways crossed right next to the kitchen island, in a narrow space, so you had to press into him with your body. And maybe, just maybe you pressed your ass to his crotch a little harder than was necessary.

“Hey you,” you dropped, giving him a shy smile.

“Hey yourself,” Calum replied and sent you a long look, which you felt with your back.

Your plan was working, you noted to yourself, joining other girlfriends at the different side of the apartment.

Quarter of an hour later you got your second chance, as you were standing next to Calum and listening to a guy you’d seen for the first time sharing his opinion on modern art. A group of newcomers were trying to get to the kitchen and their way was laying just past you. You were the first to notice them, so you freed some space, for which you had to stand right in front of Calum. This time you pressed your body into him much harder than was needed and also made sure you had a second to stroke his thigh. Calum looked at you again, longer and more intently, but you acted innocently.

One more drink later you were called by Ashton to sit with them while they were discussing some old school guitar solos. There was a free armchair, but you decided to ignore it and settled in Calum’s lap. And yes, you did wiggle your ass, trying to get more comfortable.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Calum asked, hiding his face in your hair for a moment. You smiled again and kept drinking silently. Calum chuckled, but didn’t push and switched his attention back to the discussion. At least, he tried to. And he would probably succeed if not for you being so active. You didn’t do much though, just moved a little. To put your cup on a table and then to pick it up a minute later. To unfold your skirt. To give Ash a high five when you were the only one to guess that Rolling Stones song he was humming. And also to do a little dance because of guessing something their musical minds didn’t. And then to put your cup back on the table again.

“If you don’t stop, you gonna be in such trouble,” you heard Calum’s deep voice right over your ear.

“Stop what?” you frowned.

“You know,” Calum pressed.

And that moment, you understood, was perfect for your final strike. You pouted sadly and stood up.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you dropped to other people at the table and headed to the bathroom.

You knew he would follow you, if there was one thing Calum couldn’t resist, it was your sad pout. You could fight, yell at each other, you even spent whole three days not talking to each other once at the very beginning of your relationship. But disappointing you was Calum’s weak spot. You didn’t lock the door, waiting for him. But three minutes later you were still completely alone in this bathroom. You pouted again to your own reflection in the mirror, this time honestly being disappointed. Did he really resist your perfect attack?

You sighed, fixed your lipstick and left the bathroom, having no hope left.

You almost yelled when someone grabbed your hand in a dark hall.

“Please, the bathroom is so cliche,” Calum laughed, leading you to an open window down the corridor.

“You scared the fuck out of me!”

“That’s my revenge,” he chuckled again, pressing you into the wall near the window. His face looked so magnificent in the reflections of light from the street. But you didn’t have much time to examine it, as Calum leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like a breath of fresh air. It was hard to understand when did you get to miss him so much. A soft moan escaped you when he moved to your neck. “Did you feel love deprived, baby?” he asked, detaching his lips from your skin to take a breath.

“A little,” you admitted. “That’s why I hate doing promo with you. You’re always near, but never really with me. Missing you at home is easier.”

Calum stopped kissing you and straightened up, looking you intently in the eyes. You had no idea what he was seeing there with so little light. You had a feeling he wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, a burst of laughter from the other side of the hall interrupted your intimacy. Calum looked back at two girls, who disappeared into the bathroom and smirked.

“Let’s go,” he told you, stepping aside and pulling you towards the window.

Before you had a chance to ask where exactly you were going, Calum was already standing at the fire escape staircase, holding out his hand for you. You joined him, trying not to look around. You weren’t that afraid of heights, but standing on the fire escape of a high building wasn’t that calming. You clutched harder on his hand and stepped closer to him.

“I got you,” Calum tried to calm your nerves and took a first step up the stairs.

“You wanna go higher?” you exhaled in terror.

“Just looking for some privacy.” Calum pulled on your hand and you unwillingly followed, taking it was still safer there with him than here on your own. You climbed up to the next landing, where Calum pressed you to the wall again and with a smug “So where exactly did we stop?” kissed you passionately.

Soon everything was forgotten, the height, your gloom. Even cold wind biting on your bare legs wasn’t bothering you that much, your temperature seemed to rise with Calum’s touch. You were lost for air and soon decided you don’t need air at all, as long as you could have Calum’s kisses. His hands were everywhere on you, pinning your waist to the wall, stroking your thighs under your skirt, brushing your breasts, clutching on your throat. You couldn’t help the need you had for that man and pushed your pelvis into him.

“You wanna here?” Calum didn’t seem surprised at all.

“Why the fuck not?” You weren’t sure how much of your decision depended on the alcohol in your system, but you also couldn’t care less. You wanted him, here and now.

“Love how much you need me today, baby,” he whispered, kissing you right under your ear and drowning a lustful groan out of you.

“I always need you,” you assured him.

“And that I love even more,” Calum smirked again and pulled on your thighs, trying to turn you.

“No,” you protested. “Wanna see your face.”

Calum sighed, pushed your skirt higher and slowly caressed your pussy.

“Wanna see my face?” he asked.

“It’s one beautiful face,” you replied, losing your breath under his experienced fingers. He caught your lips with his in a feverish kiss, all tongues and teeth.

You decided not to lose time and unzipped his jeans. Calum hummed contentedly and groaned the next moment, when you shoved your hand into his boxers and touched his dick.

You started squeezing as he was rubbing your clit, his hand already in your panties.

“You do it so good, baby,” Calum whispered and pulled your underwear down. You let go of him and overstepped, letting him free you from your panties. Calum pulled his dick all the way outside and outstretched his arms for you. “Jump.”

He lifted you in one swift move and pressed your back into the wall. You felt cold bricks with your ass and his dick right under you.

“Ready?” you managed only a nod before Calum pushed into you slowly.

You bit your lip and hid your face in the crook of his neck, trying to be quiet and failing as the feeling was too intense. Calum gave you a moment before starting to move. He wasn’t that careful as at the parking lot several weeks ago, darkness covering you both from onlookers in the nearby buildings. And his deep steady moves made you see stars in no time.

You moaned once, making him hush you. Then you moaned loudly again.

“If you don’t stop, I will,” he threatened.

He was bluffing and you knew that, you both were too far beyond the line to stop now. But you had to muffle your moans somehow. So you pulled the hoodie on his shoulder to the side, exposing the crook of his neck and dug into his skin with your teeth. Calum hissed and thrusted into you with more effort, which only made you bite his neck deeper.

“Gonna slap you for that so hard, you won’t be able to sit,” he promised, hammering inside.

“Whatever you want, just keep going, Cal, harder,” you pleaded, kissing on the bite.

You didn’t need to ask twice. Calum snapped you up and went faster. The buckle of his belt lined up right with your clit from his sharp move and you barely held back a yell. Cold metal burning on your most sensitive spot added so much to the feeling of Calum’s big dick inside of you that you teared up and had to bite him again to stop yourself from yelling.

And that very moment the unexpected happened. The window right opposite you lit up and you saw a lady in her seventies enter her kitchen slowly.

“Freeze,” you ordered Calum through your gritted teeth.

“The fuck?” Calum lifted up his head from your shoulder and looked at your terrified face. “What?”

“There’s an old lady right behind you. Keep still or she sees us,” you explained.

“I can’t keep still,” Calum uttered, shutting his eyes. “I need to move, fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

“Shh, consider it a cockwarming pause,” you hushed him and kissed his cheek, watching the lady intently.

“What is she even doing there?”

“Making herself tea, just couple more moments, baby.”

You watched as an old lady poured some hot water from the kettle and picked up her cup and then turned around to leave the kitchen. You breathed out. “I think we’re safe,” you told Calum, who thrusted into you desperately. And that moment the old lady stopped abruptly and turned back.

“No, no, no, freeze again,” you begged Calum.

“Fucking kidding me,” he let out a humorless laugh. “What now?”

“Apparently, she wanted a cookie,” you explained, unable to suppress your laugh.

“Are you shitting me right now?” Calum looked you in the face trying to understand if you were kidding.

“I swear to god, she’s there and is picking up a plate of cookies, Calum,” you kept laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Calum groaned and dropped his head back on your shoulder. You had to wait for one minute more ‘till she left her kitchen, a minute that seemed like an eternity, before you let Calum move again.

He went hard on you, almost hitting you into the wall, his cold buckle rubbing your clit. You felt even more turned on by the danger of being caught. You suddenly realized how many windows were there around you and how many people could have stood behind them this very moment. And doing it here in a hypothetical presence of all of them was inflaming the blood in your veins.

“Yes, Calum, right there,” you moaned into his ear when he hit you right where you felt the most.

“Gonna need you to cum,” he told you, banging you faster with every next move. He was so close, holding only for the sake of you.

“Tell me you like me like this.”

He lifted his head again and kissed you hard. “Love you like this,” he whispered in your lips. “So tight for me, taking my cock so good, ready for me any place and time. Love how dirty you are for me,” he kept kissing in between sentences. “My little filthy girl, can’t stay away from my dick, can you?”

The waves of your orgasm swept you away from reality. You felt Calum’s thrusts getting unbelievably deeper and his hot cum inside you. “Yeah, baby, just like this, take it all,” he kept whispering, while you were losing your mind completely.

You came back to reality a minute or a year later. Calum was just holding you on his arms, looking you in the face, his dick still inside of you.

“You good?” he whispered.

“I’m perfect. You?”

“I’m always good if I’m deep inside you,” he said with a smug smile back on his face.

“I’ll make sure to remember that.”

“Yo, are you here?” you heard Ashton’s voice from the below.

Calum chuckled. “Perfect timing.” He carefully pulled out of you and lowered you on your own two feet. “Can stand straight?”

You nodded as Ash tried again, “Cal, where the fuck are you?”

“We’re here, Ash,” Calum replied, handing you your underwear.

Calum hid his dick back in his jeans, looked you in the eye, winked and went down the stairs.

“Needed some fresh air,” you heard him explaining to Ashton.

“Such a stupid metaphor for a make-out session, Cal,” the drummer snorted, making Calum laugh loudly.

And you, putting your panties on, kept on thinking how you should have gone to New York with him even if just for this make-out session.

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