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[vampireglow]

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[chericheribaby]

I WISH YOU WOULD WRITE A FIC WHERE DRACO IS A PINING FUCKING MESS JUST SO PATHETIC ABOUT HARRY PLS LOOPS

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A loud thud. Someone dropped a book a few tables away and Harry stirs besides him making a noise as he settles, but still doesn’t wake up, deep in his slumber. Draco looks around to see if anyone notices but no one is paying attention to them, to Harry specifically.

Only Draco pays that much attention to Harry. Always has, always will.

Arms crossed on the desk, supporting his head, Harry face is towards Draco and has been ever since the class started and he fell asleep mid lecture. He hasn’t move since, just stirring every now and then.

Draco doesn’t wake him, doesn’t have the heart to do so, not to Harry who drags himself around the castle looking death on his feet whenever Draco finds him in the corridors. Draco loathes the sight of those dark bags under his eyes, a permanent feature ever since… Since.

There’s another noise, a bang, and then a yelp. A crease appear between Harry’s eyebrows, mouth pouting a little in discontent at being disturbed in his sleep. Draco has to suppress the urge to smooth the frown with his thumb. Quick glance away to make sure no one pays them any mind, slowly, Draco raises his hand and put his finger over the crease, of course he does.

Draco is a weak weak man.

Light as a feather his touch lingers, as he lets his thumb trace the edges of Harry’s face, mapping his features ever so softly, delicate, tracing the invisible cracks Draco sees with so much clarity, much to his own cracked mask.

First his eyebrows, then his nose, the curve of his cheeks. He traces the golden skin that seems to glow under the light of the sun pouring from outside. A contempt sight leaves Harry’s lips at Draco’s dutiful administrations and Draco cannot take his eyes away from him.

Funny thing, imagination. Makes your mind wonder about the impossible, like what your life would’ve been if you didn’t make the mistakes you made or who would you be if you were someone else. Anyone.

Anyone. Anyone. Anyone.

Or, when the mind is as twisted as the man, it makes you wonder how the lips of your so-called enemy would feel under yours. No, not an enemy. Hasn’t been for a long time. Are they as soft as they look? Yes. Yes.

The noise around them increases suddenly and because he has been so lost in Harry, Draco doesn’t notice the class is over. Only when he sees movement in the corner of his eye, ginger hair approaching, Draco snaps his hand away.

“Alright, mate?” Weasley eyes the sleepy form of his friend first and then, looks towards Draco. Draco nods.

“Harry, wake up, the class is over,” Granger shakes Harry’s shoulders a little bit, to wake him up. And then, a little rougher when he doesn’t stir the first time.

Eventually, Harry awakes, startled at first wildly looking around, fear settled on this features but quickly melts as his gaze lands on Draco besides him. His body visibly sags in relief.

“Time to go, Harry,” Granger repeats and Harry looks away, gathering his things quickly, shoving them without finesse in his book bag. “We have to hurry if we want to catch Hagrid,”

“Yeah, yeah, coming,” Harry makes a motion with his hand towards the corridor so they can wait for him outside. With a final glance on Draco’s direction, they go.

Draco tries to linger but his things are all packed and ready to go so he doesn’t have an excuse to stay. Without looking his way, he adjusts the strap of his book bag and walks away without a word.

“Draco, wait!” Harry calls after him and Draco stops and turns around.

“Yes?”

Harry’s things are packed and he stands in front of him, hair a mess. Draco wonders, not for the first time, how it would feel under his touch.

Harry shuffle on his feet. “Thanks for not telling on me, that I fell asleep in the middle of the class, I mean.”

Draco nods. “Don’t you worry about it. All is well.”

“Yeah okay,” he tries to advert his gaze, two seconds later his eyes are on Draco again. A warm pleasant feeling invades Draco suddenly. “Also, er, I just wanted to let you know some of the Eight Years are planing a party in our common room before the hols and I was thinking that maybe you want to go?”Harry’s cheek turn the prettiest shape of pink with every word he says and Draco gets a little lost at the sight and takes a few seconds extra for his brain to register what he just said.

“I— I don’t think anyone wants me there,” he says, swallowing the shame.

“I want you there,” Harry frowns in confusion, as if the thought of anyone not wanting Draco is preposterous.

Now is turn Draco’s turn to feel his cheeks on fire. “I— I’ll think about it,”

“Yeah, okay, fair enough,” Harry smiles the most dazzling smile at him and Draco can’t help to return the favor, only with a most reserved one.

“Harry!” They heard Granger call.

“Coming!” Harry shouts, never taking his eyes of Draco, “See you later?”

Draco nods, “Yes. Later.”

And with that, Harry turns around and walks out. Draco hears his voice fade alongside Granger and Weasley’s and waits another five seconds before walking out himself feeling lighter than he ever has been.

If that night, Draco’s dreams are plague with wild raven hair and beautiful pink cheeks, that’s no one business but his own.

[king-midas-fortnite]

Curse Time

There’s a harsh rumble that is felt through the ocean and along the deck of the ship before a bright light blinds you. When you open your eyes, you’re standing in front of an open window that is a few stories high, overlooking an ancient city you know no longer exists.

For just one hour, you can explore the place you used to call home when you ruled it as a King.

King Midas blinked several times through cloudy vision as the city came into view. Someone's voice from far away was just starting to grow more audible. They were saying his name, a woman. She sounded concerned.

"Midas! My love, what's wrong with you?"

His vision finally cleared. The woman was standing in front of him, a hand on his shoulder while her other palm was pressed to his forehead. She fretted over him while he could only focus on the long dark hair that sat tied up on her head, weaved into braids by strings of green ribbon. Her arms and fingers were decorated with gold bands, a white and green gown over her body with a gold clasp holding it together over her shoulder. Her skin was a lively tan, speckled with freckles, and her face...Kind, emerald green eyes with an intensity behind them that read to him as a wisdom beyond her years.

"Damodice..." The name of his queen slipped past his lips before he was fully aware he had remembered it. Seeing her face had dredged it up from the depth of his ancient mind.

She took both of his shoulders then, concern lacing every beautiful feature, "Midas, please. You're scaring me. You stopped speaking in the middle of your sentence. You've been standing here in silence--"

She was cut off as he pulled her into his arms, his face burying into her shoulder. His voice broke on barely a whisper, but there were no tears. His mind had not fully caught up, "Damodice, I'm so sorry."

She didn't say anything at first, wrapping cautious arms around him, too. Fingers carded in his long hair, she gently shushed as the King began trembling in her embrace, "It's alright. Tell me what's wrong, my darling."

Midas clamped his mouth shut. He hadn't a single idea what to tell her. She allowed him time to breathe, which he took gratefully. After a long moment, he straightened from her. Both of his hands, warm and unladen with gold, cupped her face. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, whispering against her skin, "I'm sorry, I did not mean to scare you. Merely light-headed."

"You do not sleep enough." She replied.

Some things never change, "I know, my love."

Midas pressed another kiss to her forehead as he tried his best to take stock of how he got where he was. He'd been in the atrium of the yacht, talking with Valeria while Tina, Brutus and Marigold stood chatting on the stairs. They'd all felt a rumble beneath the ship, there was a flash, and he'd heard a voice. Undoubtedly another curse. This one had sent him two thousand years into his past. It had sent him Home. It told him how long he had. How long was it? How much time did he have to--

"Where is our daughter?" The question again left him before he was even conscious of asking it.

Damodice hummed, having relaxed into his arms with her head resting against his neck, "ζωή is supposed to be in lesson, but I'm sure she's found a way to escape. Probably sitting out in the garden."

ζωή. The name that only he and Damodice had called their little girl. It meant life. He had forgotten, and this broke his heart.

"I'm going to go see her." He spoke carefully, trying not to allow any of the desperation he felt into his voice.

Damodice nodded and took a step back to allow him to pass, "Are you sure you're alright, Midas?"

"Yes." He lied before kissing her once more.

His lips lingered against hers until she pulled back with a little laugh and playful push to his shoulder, "Okay, okay. Go see your sunshine."

Midas took a second to truly take in her features, committing each to a more recent memory that he hoped to carry back with him. He smiled as he turned from her with hurried steps over stone floors.

"I love you, my king!" His queen called to him.

He stopped to look over his shoulder, "I love you, Damodice."

--

Marigold was where his wife said she would be. She sat out in the garden, her small frame crouched down while she stared hard down at a butterfly that seemed unaware of her analyzing gaze.

Her hair was as dark as her mother's, free falling over her at a length almost as long as she was tall. The ends touched the grass where she knelt.

Midas had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. Immediately, there was a seize in his chest, an immovable lump in his throat. She was so, so small. And so alive. At six years old, he knew with tremendous anguish that she wouldn't be for much longer. There were not many days of her precious life left before he would take everything away from her.

Midas could not bring himself to speak. He had not laid eyes on her face outside of night terrors and disturbing dreams in two thousand years. He didn't know if he could take her eyes on him.

However, the decision was made for him when the butterfly took flight off the blades of grass and flit towards him. Marigold followed its path up and over her head, spinning around on her heels as large, golden eyes met with his.

His daughter’s eyes filled with joy as she ran to her father, while his own blurred with tears. He knelt down just as she reached him, crashing against his chest with small arms thrown around his neck, "Papa! That butterfly was blue, did you see? Like the sky!"

"I did, blue like the sky." He said, breathless as the air in his lungs started to feel like the sea. He hugged his daughter close, "My beautiful girl, my world..."

Midas began to sob in earnest, his knelt position falling to both knees while he held onto his child as if she were a lifeline. Marigold, confused and concerned, gripped the fabric of his gown with small fingers. Her tone came out so similar to her mother's, wiser than her few years, "What's wrong?"

Midas couldn't answer, once again at a loss as to what he'd even say. He simply cried while he held her. Minutes passed before she shifted in his arms, and he let her go. But she didn't leave, Marigold only took a step back enough to look him in the eyes. Hers were pricked with concerned tears of her own, but she reached forward with two small hands, and wiped her father's from his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" She asked in a stern whisper.

"I..." Despite everything, Midas smiled, "I just missed you. So, so much."

"You're being silly," She said with a careful little giggle, "I just saw you this morning! Before lesson."

"Before lesson...I know, but," He took both of his daughter’s hands in his own, "There is just never enough time."

She hummed as if considering what he said.

Midas gave an airy chuckle, "Come here, my sunshine."

He brought her into his arms again. Marigold again wrapped hers securely around his neck and laughed as he easily lifted her up and stood from the ground.

--

He took his time walking through the open air halls, Marigold happily sitting up on his arm. Statues of different Gods stood between marble columns. As they passed each one, Midas would nod his head to them and ask, "Who's that one?"

His daughter answered enthusiastically, "Aphrodite! Artemis! Poseidon!"

As they passed a statue of Zeus, Midas kept up the game, but Marigold's face turned stern. She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly looking a lot like he imagined her mother did when scolding her for not going to lessons.

"You really don't know?" She asked.

Midas nearly laughed before struggling to hold his expression in mock-ignorance, "I must have forgotten. You know so much, can't you help me?"

"I suppose..." She narrowed her eyes at him in such a way that made holding back his laugh even harder. Then she sighed and papped her palm to his forehead, "But the King should know these things."

"Ah, but a king is blind without his sunshine." He said with a smile, bowing his head against her hand, "You are a most gracious princess."

That seemed to satisfy her need to discipline, and she smiled again, "That's Zeus. He's the leader. A king, like you!"

Midas laughed, and they continued on. He didn't care to spend any time thinking about how his impression of all these Gods would change over time. They weren't what was important. Though, the last statue was of Hades. He was depicted with a far more friendly appearance than he had come to know. Long robes like the one Midas wore now, rather than leather. No mask, laying bare a face that rested in a neutral sort of approachable.

Midas hadn't continued their game, stuck looking at the statue for a moment before Marigold papped his forehead once more, "Do you know that one?"

He exhaled a single laugh, "Yes. That's Hades, God of the underworld."

"Correct, you passed!" She exclaimed with both hands thrown above her head.

Midas smiled and brought her in to kiss her cheek. He was passively relieved that Dionysus hadn't been deemed important enough for his own statue in this hallway.

The two of them rounded a corner to enter the palace proper, and Damodice had been walking to meet them. Midas warmed at the sight of her while Marigold beamed and shouted, "Mama!! Papa forgot all the Godses names! But don't worry, I helped him remember."

"Is that so?" His queen laughed as they met, and she stepped to give Midas a kiss.

"Mhm!" Marigold nodded fast, "He said a King is blind without light."

"Without sunshine," He gently corrected, "Without you, princess."

"A princess can only help when she goes to lessons to learn." Damodice said, at first looking to Marigold with arms crossed, but then to Midas with an equally chastising look. He grinned at just how accurate his daughter's imitation had been.

Marigold groaned, "Papa, tell her how smart you said I am."

"The smartest in the kingdom." He answered with a smile to his daughter, but also a knowing nod to his wife, "But, your mother is right. You can only stay the smartest while constantly learning, ζωή."

A louder groan from Marigold, and she went limp in his arms. Midas laughed as he quickly had to adjust to make sure she didn't fall, "Ah, the drama! I'm not taking you back now, princess."

"You're not?" The two girls asked at the same time, one obviously more excited than the other. Midas looked between them before pulling Damodice to him with his free arm. He held both his queen and his princess in an affectionate embrace.

"I'm leveraging my authority to spend some time with my family." Midas whispered with his nose nestled into Damodice's hair. She smelled of the spices he remembered she'd carefully tended to. Her planters would be hung around the windows in their palace bedroom. Many memories of this place were coming back to him. He hoped to the Gods that he'd be allowed to carry them back when the Zero Point stole him again.

He heard Marigold giggle excitedly, bouncing in his arm while Damodice let out a resigned sigh. She wrapped an arm around the King's, smiling up at him in a sardonic sort of way, "I suppose that's fine. You really shouldn't make a habit of this abuse of power, you know."

"I know." He replied with a smile on his face so soft it seemed to strike his queen as unusual. She stared at him with a slight tilt to her head.

Damodice opened her mouth to speak when Marigold interjected with a tug to her father's ear, "Can we go back outside? I want to show Mama the blue butterfly."

Looking to her for approval, Damodice nodded with another smile. Midas turned and led the way back where they came. The weight of his daughter in an arm once again his own was something he knew would never fatigue him. He allowed the feeling of Damodice holding his other as they walked to soak through him. He knew they had little time, but he would do everything he could to enjoy being with them for as long as he could.

---

They'd gotten back to the garden, Marigold having demanded to be put down to find the butterfly. Midas and Damodice sat together on a stone bench to watch as she bounced through the grass like a cat after mice. There were several butterflies, but none the right color, and she moved on from them with dismissive huffs.

Midas' eyes were locked onto her. He’d have liked to keep her in his lap while his family sat together, but it was better this way. Watching her do what brought her joy for the first time in two millenia was a true gift.

Damodice's voice and her hand on his shoulder drew his gaze to her, "Midas, I apologize for repeating myself, but...Are you alright? You haven't seemed yourself this afternoon. Did something happen at your meeting this morning with the stratigos? Is there something I should know?"

Midas knew he could not let silence linger to fuel her worry. He turned to her and held her hand, bringing her knuckles up for a kiss, "No, my love. Everything's fine, I promise." He briefly paused, looking back out to Marigold. Internal conflict raged inside his mind.

He could not tell her. He wouldn't know where to start. Nothing he could say would make sense. She would only believe that he'd lost his mind and that her king was lost to her. As well, he did not know for certain that attempting to warn her and stop his horrific mistake wouldn't cause whatever it was that put him here to punish them in some way. However…what kind of monster was he to not try? How could he sit here and enjoy their company while doing nothing to prevent the atrocity he’d commit? How far into the pits of selfishness could one man descend to, to have the audacity to bask in the love of a life that he destroyed? This conflict made his body burn and his chest ache, though he did not show it on his face.

"I'm just tired, αγάπη μου." He smiled, a placid look to his features that she seemed satisfied with.

The two of them heard Marigold shout in high-pitched glee, both turning their eyes back to her. She bounded over with hands clasped in front of her, "Look, look! I got it!!"

They both leaned forward as she came to a stop in-front of them. Midas felt a devastating ripple through his body, a violent pulse in his mind and heart that he knew meant he'd be ripped from his family within moments. His queen and daughter were totally unaware as the little one opened her hands. A blue butterfly fluttered up from her palms, wings of broken crystals. The Rift Butterfly lifted itself in the air to fly clumsy circles around him. The two people he treasured most watched as it went, while he was stuck looking between the two of them. He was trying to memorize every detail as he felt the same fading in his mind as he had on the yacht.

They looked at the butterfly with an expected amount of amusement. It must have appeared normal to them, while the crackling sound of splintering reality filled the King’s ears. The seconds ticking by felt long, but not nearly long enough.

Damodice met his eyes, and concern came back, wiping away the calm Midas wished she could have kept for the rest of her life, "Midas?" She reached for him immediately with her hands on his arm while Marigold's touched at his knees. He picked his daughter up and pulled her up into his lap, once again using his free arm to draw his wife close. He held them both as tight as he could while he struggled to keep from trembling.

"I’m sorry, suddenly feeling lightheaded. I might lose focus again like I had an hour ago, Damodice." Midas spoke softly, knowing that if he raised above a whisper, his voice would crumble apart with the rest of him. His mind raced through everything he wished he could say to them. All the apologies he'd screamed at the feet of his daughter's golden corpse until his throat went raw. All the pleas that fell on the Gods' def ears. All the events he would give his life to prevent, but he had mere seconds left.

"I love you both so, so much. I’d give my soul for things to be different. I’m-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He knew he'd lost his fight with composure, could feel his shoulders shaking with his breaths, and could do nothing about it. The King could just barely hear the voices of his wife and daughter, and felt small hands gripping his gown with warm palms on his cheeks, but he could no longer see them. Very quickly, other sensations faded, too, and everything went black.

-----

King Midas blinked several times through cloudy vision as the interior of the Marigold came into view. Someone's voice from far away was just starting to grow more audible. They were saying his name, a woman. She sounded concerned.

He turned his head up, and his vision finally cleared on Valeria's face leaned over him. Warmth registered over his cheek where she held his face, "Midas?! Oh thank God!"

She looked towards the staircase, hair sending embers down with the movement. They landed on him, but did not burn, "He's awake!"

Midas heard rushed footsteps coming from the stairs. He must have collapsed, Valeria catching him while the others rushed for water or some such thing. His head throbbed behind his eyes, and he had to shut them with a small grunt.

"Midas, κούκλα, are you okay?" Valeria was speaking softly, though with a frantic edge. One hand squeezed where she held his shoulder, the other smoothing over his cheek.

"I'm alright, αγάπη μου." Midas said with a placating smile. He moved to sit up, but the pain in his head flared, and with a hiss, he allowed himself to lean back into Valeria's hold in their lap.

Marigold knelt at his other side, "Definitely another curse of some kind."

"I am so fucking tired of these." Valeria gritted, nails pleasantly scratching over his scalp while she corrected his hair.

"As am I..." He pinched his brow against the pain, and finally sat up. When he opened his eyes again, Valeria was holding his crown out to him. When he took it to place it back on his head, he noticed a tremble in his hands. He ignored it as he stood with gentle help from the other two.

"What happened?" Marigold asked.

Midas looked at her and blinked, "I'm...not sure."

Valeria’s arm linked with his while she still made gentle adjustments. She tucked loose hair behind his ear, whispering so only he could hear, "You're crying, Midas."

The King brought his own hand to his cheek. There were indeed tears there. He wiped the moisture away, frustrated confusion running through him along with a profound, and impossibly heavy mournful sorrow. He had no idea why, "I had a dream, I think...I can't remember."

[ssreeder]

NO

I CANT

THIS IS MY FOURTH TIMRE READING LIAB AND I CANT-

I CANT LEAVE MORE KUDOS ;-;

F-f-f-f-fourth!?!?! I’m speechless , you’re incredible.

Also, Kudos are great comments are great asks are great i love them all thank you.

YOU’RE AWESOME MY FRIEND!!!!

[thebirdandhersong]

on the good news train today: I have finally finished the last chapter(!!!) of my Inklings challenge story, which marks the FIRST ever Inklings challenge story I've ever completed properly :'D coming in at 30,810 words (yikes) (it did get out of hand, I must admit), it is definitely not a short story, but it IS a piece that I think articulates a lot of what I've been thinking about lately re: love and death, and, considering everything, is probably something I needed to write. I am very happy!! It has been a wild ride, but a deeply clarifying one.

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i like get that my mom is just poking fun but i wish she was more aware of like. how something might make somebody uncomfortable

[wi11owbird]

Please read this book oh my gd I love it so much. The art is lush and well-researched, the story and characters literally moved me to tears the first time I read it (and came pretty damn close even on a second read), which is an accomplishment for me. It’s just such a pleasure to read. Heartrending and heartwarming both.

The Carpet Merchant of Konstantiniyya {about the webcomic}

Historical romantic graphic novel epic about an Ottoman Turkish carpet merchant's life and love, fatal encounter with a vampiric djinni, struggle to reconcile his transformation with his faith; and as he migrates to the West, his interaction with the emerging phenomenon of Orientalism, while the spectre of his sire haunts his every step.

The story is complete and free to read online (on the original website and ebook). The English print edition is also available, as well as the upcoming French edition.

[coco-oats]

Weekend reset ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧

• Full skincare routine. Face lift massager, pumpkin seed oil, aloe vera mist, retinol eye masks, rose face mask. <333 🌸🪷

• Energy cleansing music. I always enjoy singing bowls and cleansing music to rid me of the week’s stress. (Singing bowls are great, but Sade and Jhené Aiko basically do the same thing too)

• Swimming. Personally, I find water very cleansing and rejuvenating. You can also take a long bath/shower, and fully visualize yourself being cleansed. 🏊‍♀️

• Lots of greens and nutrients + protein. Eating good food makes me feel good, simple as that. I am able to really enjoy and appreciate my food on weekends, which I love. I get to make all of my favourite little treats and nice big meals, love it. 🙏🙏🙏

• Clean room = full declutter session. I can’t stand having a messy room (yet I do, and I usually don’t do anything about it for the whole week). So anywayyyy the weekend is great because I can make sure everything is organized and clean + I feel so good when I declutter.

• Deep meditation and mindfulness exercises. Put on a guided meditation or some simple meditation music and clear your mind. Breathe. It may seem small, but this is a huge act of self love! Taking time out of your busy day to sit and breathe with yourself, amazing. 🧘‍♀️

• Read/write. Writing is an excellent creative outlet. You can let go of all your worries and stresses on paper (love my journal). Or you can write about all the amazing things in your life that make you happy! (All I write about honestly, I can’t help that I love my life so much!)

• Deep stretch and good workout. Your body will thank you for stretching out all your knots and tight muscles. Long workout sessions where you can focus on yourself are the besttttt 💪🤞🏋️‍♀️

[cheol-e-kat]

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐜.𝐬𝐜

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞��

pairing: choi seungcheol x f!reader

summary: y/n’s ex has never fully left her life. but then again how could he when they’re both attorneys at top firms and constantly in opposition.

when they’re finally on the same side, can they let the past go to make a path for the future?

word count (teaser): 700

genre: exes to lovers, rivals, slice of life, attorney au, attorney!seungcheol, attorney!reader, there’s only one bed, idiots in love, *smut

warnings for teaser: none

a/n: lol if you guess my job - anywayyyy, i feel like this is more than the one shot i was imagining, so if you want to be tagged, leave a comment or use my tag list ^^ thanks to everyone for reading, kisses

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝒌𝒂𝒕

master list & tag list

Y/n had known Seungcheol for longer than she liked to admit, and in most instances, he was simply a thorn in her side. She represented people harmed by a company, and he was across the aisle, protecting the company who was completely responsible. 

Even if she was representing a company that had been harmed, their firms were never on the same side, therefore, they were never on the same side. And it didn’t help that they were painfully competitive, even as professionals. They ran against one another for board positions. 

And then there was who could write the most articles in their “spare” time. So far y/n was winning that one with two more publications than Seungcheol. Even if it meant not sleeping - she had more publications next to her name in the alumni publication for the last year. But he was always nipping at her heels. 

But then ‘it’ had happened. 

They had had one case where their firms were on the same side, meaning they were both stuck in some shit hole jurisdiction for weeks on end, with very little to distract them. Not to mention that they were both in the same hotel, which wasn’t shocking given there were two hotels in the whole place and they were booked out with attorneys, journalists, and experts. 

The ‘it’, though, was Seungcheol somehow ending up without a hotel room. Which, if what y/n had happened to hear in the elevator was true, there was some asshole at seungcheol’s firm who was looking to make his life miserable. 

Y/n didn’t love that - ruining Seungcheol’s life was her job. 

She still had his number from when they had first met in college, when they might have been something - she texted him.

[Y/n]

Need a room?

She had waited for him to ask who was texting. She assumed he had deleted her number.

[Cheollie]

How do you know about that?

She rolled her eyes.

[Y/n]

Is that really the important thing?

[Cheollie]

You magically have a room?

[Y/n]

It’s an offer to share but I would suggest you don’t bunk with whatever his name is - the blonde with horrifying bowties - he might actually hate you

She had watched dots - and dots - and then they died away.

[Cheollie]

What room?

જ⁀➴

She had opened the door when he knocked. He looked just exhausted enough to have accepted without too much pressure, which she thought was maybe actually good for him since he, realistically, had no other choice.

She had let him in, glad that she had sprung for the largest room she could. It meant there was a bed and a small sofa, which she imagined Seungcheol could fit on, admittedly, with problems, but that wasn’t her concern.

“Bad flight?” she asked.

He flopped on the tiny sofa, “Fucking shit flight and a four hour layover with no restaurants,” he grumbled. 

“Sorry,” she patted his head as she went to get ready for bed in the bathroom. 

When she came out, she noticed that he was already asleep and looking especially too large for the sofa he had taken without even asking her.

She felt a little bad, but not enough to wake him up. His flight sounded awful - why not let him sleep, she thought to herself. 

She sat up, looking through some files, until she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She decided it was time for bed, which was just in time for Seungcheol to roll off the tiny sofa, landing with a soft thunk. 

She couldn’t help the snort that escaped her. She watched him sit up, eyes barely open, and his rumpled hair. ‘Cute,’ that was what she immediately thought - how cute he looked. It was the one consistent thing she always felt about him - he was unquestionably cute.  

“Seungcheol,” she saw him glance at her, “just come here.” She patted the empty half of the bed next to her. 

She knew she didn’t sound the appropriate level of exasperated, but she didn’t really care. It wouldn’t be the first time they had shared a bed. 

She was glad that he didn’t argue - he just flopped in the bed the way she remembered. But when she woke up to realize their limbs were tangled and his arm was around her waist, she stared into space, trying to decide if she would elbow him or not. But her thoughts were interrupted. 

“Y/n,” his voice was so soft and close. 

She didn’t move - she wasn’t sure what would happen next. But he just moved closer, his breath warm at the nape of her neck.

“Missed you,” he mumbled.

a/n: i actually started this fic like a month ago, and idk the new hugo boss photo is way too perfect for this banner skskss he’s such a mood

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teasers: all but break your heart |୨୧| tonight tonight

drabbles: co-worker & spanking [ s ] |୨୧| gamer boy [ s ] |୨୧| professor one [ s ] | valentine's day [ f ] #kat_drabbles

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seungcheol bingo [warning all smut]: knotting + marking | professor (prof. choi, pt. 1) | monster | spanking (neighbor seungcheol) | big dick + hate sex | forced masturbastion (prof. choi, pt ii) | voyeurism + punishment | coffee shop au + forbidden relationship (never let you go pt. 1) | bodyguard + drunk confession | anon sex + hair pulling + mask wearing | big dick!cheol + hate sex (choose your own adventure) | sexual frustration + ex sex |

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[socksdoeswrites]

hi hi!!

LOVE your stuff, and if my request isn’t up your alley please just ignore it!

imagine a jjk smau with like an avoidant attachment reader, someone who isn’t used to romance (they’re the first boyfriend) or experiencing the love that they [the reader] give.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i actually really love this idea! as you’re about to seeee , i had a liiiitle fun writing for everyone! reminder though! i am getting through requests as fast as i can! im alllllsssoo working on a lil sum sum;) (gotta keep it a secret!) so, i want to thank everyone for being so patient! another thing! i accidentally deleted someone’s request, and since it was anonymous, i have no cllllue what it said or who asked it. (i was trying to delete a spam message and accidentally deleted it instead.) BUT! im going through reqs rn, and if you dont see yours, and you feel like asking again, please do! i apologize in advance! but anywayyyy, ill stop yapping so you guys can read! enjoy!!

parings: jjk men x f!reader.

tags/warnings: a lotta fluff, i kinda went off topic a little but hey it still works, comfort, a tad suggestive, the jjk men being absolutely sweethearts, female reader, use of pet names (baby, sweets, doll, etc.), if you see any mistakes please ignore them (it’s seven o’clock in the morning i is sleepy), i think that’s all!!

@socksdoeswrites

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- how can i think about myself, when you’re the only one in my head?

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[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER | PART 2

AN OBX SMAU

synopsis: the summer after graduating highschool was the dream. after years of tedious hours at school and of nonsensical drama, you are finally an adult, but most importantly? free. or so you thought. after a tragic incident the night of midsummers, the four of you decided to never, ever speak of it again. everything was going to be okay because only those present that night knew the truth, right?

pairing: exbf!jj x kook!reader; rafe x kook!reader

cw: guys, it’s a slasher story so gore & angst (troubled family relationships, violence, breakups, etc.) comes without saying. if you’re not comfortable with that then don’t read, i totally understand.

a/n: we're just going to pretend i posted this on may 23, ok? ok. because life update that absolutely nobody asked for at the end which is lwk a crash out (you don't have to read it lmao; it's not important lol) psa that english isn't my first language y'all so bear with me and i may or may not have proofread... i also queued this earlier so i am not posting in real time if that makes sense

anywayyyy, that's not important atm so drum rolls please!!!

PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WHO CHEERED? please bear with me, i was going THROUGH IT YALL BUT IM OK NOW (?)

I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I CANNOT BELIEVE that even one person is reading this let alone a HUNDRED OF YOU? AND BEING ASKED TO GET TAGGED???? i feel so cool. alright, i need to calm down, i'm an adult

i'm kinda making it up as i go so i guess incoherences might be here and there lol but...

we're so back

may 23, 2025

“ladies and gentlemen, this is the final boarding call for flight a1 234 with service from charleston to kildare. we are now inviting all remaining passengers to proceed to the gate for immediate boarding. please have your boarding passes and identification ready. once again, this is the final call for flight a1 234 to kildare. thank you for flying with us, and we wish you a pleasant journey.”

you took out your wired earphones with a sigh, before gathering your bags and heading towards the counter.

after waiting in line for 10 minutes and boarding the plane, you took your seat in first class. the flight attendant offered you a drink and a snack and you settled for a coke with pretzels.

the flight was supposed to take off at 9 but, of course, it was delayed, finally leaving at around 9:30. you put your earphones on again before leaning back on your seat and took a nap for the rest of the flight.

turbulence woke you up with a panic. your palms began sweating, before sitting up and glancing around with wide eyes.

an appeasing voice tore through the panicked whispers, “all passengers must remain in their seats as we land. these turbulences are normal, so please remain calm.”

easy for you to say.

cold sweat made your shirt stick to your back while you gripped the seat until you heard the pilot say that you had arrived at kildare safely.

thank god.

after wiping the sweat off your forehead, you took a deep breath before turning off the airplane mode on your phone.

you sighed when you saw your mother’s messages, re-reading yesterday’s conversation with a frown. this summer was going to be unbearable. and you didn’t even want to get started about the whispers and rumors that were bound to seep their way into your life.

but what definitely freaked you out the most was that message you had received from ‘unknown’ because this was not pretty little liars. you didn’t know what to do because for one, what were you supposed to say?

call the police and be like, “hey, me and my friends accidentally killed someone a year ago, and we got rid of the body. now someone is harassing me and sending me news articles that could possibly be linked with what we did. please, i need protection.”

be so fucking for real.

the passengers began to evacuate the plane, so you were at the airport for another tedious 15 minutes until you called your mother.

“hello?” your mother’s stern voice came through the line.

“hey, mom. i’m out front by the taxis.”

“alright, i’ll be right there.”

you hung up and put your phone away, pulling your suitcase along until you reached the curb where people were being dropped off and picked up. you suddenly saw a familiar blonde head, but before you could duck out of sight you made eye-contact with a girl you had once been as close as sisters.

sarah’s face turned shocked to overcome with uncertainty before it turned into something like regret and a bittersweet smile. she rushed over and threw her arms around you before you could process the whole situation. the scent of sunshine and salt air along with tropical fruits enveloped your senses. only sarah cameron could smell like sunshine and beaches, but there truly wasn’t another way to describe her.

you broke the hug first, only for her to set her hands on your arms with a small smile.

“it’s been so long since we last saw each other! i can’t believe it, i didn’t know you were coming back.” her warm brown eyes searched your face for answers, but you had long since learned how to not put your feelings on display. to anybody else you looked bored but inside? your mind was filled with racing thoughts and ways to escape the uncomfortable situation.

“yeah, i just finished my first year at unc.”

she let go of your arms and palmed her forehead, “of course! how was it?”

you grimaced, “not my finest moment but,” you shrugged. “at least that’s over with.”

sarah gave you a sympathetic smile before you heard her name being called out. you saw ward calling for her, the rest of her family probably already inside.

“i’ve gotta go, but it was really nice to see you. don’t be a stranger, ok?” she kissed your cheek goodbye and ran to the car before getting in.

a honk brought you out of your daze and you turned to see your mother’s red mustang making its way around the curb. with a sigh, you dragged your suitcase along and put it into the trunk before getting in the front alongside your mother.

your mother was wearing oversized sunglasses that she didn’t even bother to remove. she only gave you a tight smile and a quiet how are you?

“i’m ok, just tired from getting up early. and you?” your tone wasn’t exactly cold nor warm in an attempt to avoid an outburst from your mother.

once she was on the main road, she revved the engine until she was driving 60 miles per hour. “i am well, just worried about you, but i know that now is not the time to discuss this. which reminds me, we are going to have dinner with your grandparent’s monday night at ocean manor. we could go to pick out some clothes in the morning and grab lunch if you’d like.”

your heart squeezed at her words. you knew it was her way of extending an olive branch and if you fucked this up, this summer would be hell.

you plop down on your bed with a sigh, not even bothering to take off your shoes. instead, you kicked them off before turning to your side and looking out the window. from your room you could see the beach and tiny people riding the waves like dolls with their surfboard toys. as a kid you remembered thinking how bad you wanted to be like the cool kids of figure 8 and when you met sarah, well, your dream life had come true.

you remember your first day at kildare academy and how much of a movie-like scene it had been for you, having moved from your hometown at thirteen and being absolutely wrecked at leaving your friends behind. you’d made sure to enter the classroom just when class was about to begin so you could avoid the awkward gawking of the other students when they see a new, unidentified human. the thing about kildare was this: you were either a kook or a pogue but of course there were rankings among the kooks. kook royalty. which you learned the hard way. to them, by being a newcomer you were slightly above a pogue but not enough to be a full on kook. so, when you were assigned to kiara carrera as your lab partner for the rest of the school year, you hadn't realized that your social death sentence had been signed. everyone around you had snickered (apparently they knew something you didn't), a group of the prettiest girls you’d ever seen staring at you with a mix of curiosity and malice. you could tell the blonde girl with the caramel brown eyes with a fresh manicure, perfect hair and makeup along with an iron pressed uniform was the leader, the other two girls looking very much like karen smith and gretchen wieners.

kiara on the other hand… let’s just say she was, well, different. she had a pair of dirty converses, her uniform looked clean but not like she’d tried to make it presentable, chipped blue nails along with chunky bracelets and beachy jewelry. her hair had the prettiest curls you’d ever seen, two small braids framing her face which was adorned with a smile that made you feel like she knew something you didn’t.

seriously, everyone around here was incredibly good looking. did they put something in the water? it was hardly fair.

she peered over her shoulder your gaze landing on the group of girls that had caught your attention earlier, “i see you’ve met the plastics of figure 8.”

oh so it was obvious.

you let out a snort but caught yourself when the teacher looked at you with raised eyebrows. kiara was chuckling next to you, “seriously, on wednesdays they wear pink.” you giggled and for the first time since you arrived, you felt less lonely.

“so, what’s the deal with regina george?” your voice held a mocking tone, and you saw kiara’s eyes light up at your remark. soon after you became great friends and practically inseparable. you shared a lot with her, particularly feeling out of place when you didn’t belong to either side of the island. you could be considered a kook by wealth but not by their societal standards, which also summed kiara up perfectly. with her pogue father and kook mother she faced discrimination by her peers, but more so because of who she decided to spend her free time with and call her friends.

a certain blond came to mind, your heart sinking to your stomach and you sensed a crash out near the corner. your phone buzzed, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.

your phone fell to the floor with a clatter when you clicked on the cursed link.

body found by local fishermen. you weren't even able to read the rest of the artcile, a cold shiver running down your spine before panic began to set in.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

FUCK

you ran to your bathroom, barely making it to the toilet on time, all the remnants of your previous meal purged out of your body. if only you could expel your sins the same way you wouldn’t be so repulsed every time you looked at yourself in the mirror.

you finally got up when your phone began buzzing frantically from your room. holding yourself up against the wall, the edges of your vision turned a little blurry, shallow breaths ripping through your chest until you fell to your knees near your bed. gripping the edge, you managed to turn and sit with your back against the bed before reaching out for your phone.

great. now i have to see everyone at the goddamn club with their hypocritical questions filled with fake concern and kindness. i’m sure my mother has taken upon herself to uphold the image of her perfect daughter.

and to think that you were once one of them.

exactly. were. because they weren’t murderers like you.

you squeezed your eyes shut, covered your ears, and began rocking back and forth in an attempt to quiet down your racing thoughts, but they only got louder, until it felt like a thousand people were yelling at you, “murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer! murderer!”

would we like to see rafe in the next one ;lkdsfakjsdflka

he was supposed to kind of pop in, but @inthelibrarybtw told me that it was shit and i was like, just say you hate me. THAT'S NOT TRUE SHE WAS A SWEETHEART ILY BABY IM JOKING <33 THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME

no but i fixed it because what i had written WAS confusing. i forget you all can't read my mind THANK GOD. i don't know why i say that like it's a bad thing LMAOOOO

but idk how i feel about the kook academy part but my mind is so random sometimes that i relive memories in the most incoherent ways so that may show up in the way i write/protray the reader. i need to learn how to be more objective lol but BEAR WITH ME. this may or may not be a self insert 🫦

also THE VOICES LMAOOOOO

i've never heard voices that i know of because if i am crazy then i wouldn't know if everyone around me is a hallucination and this is all made up in my mind and i've concocted every single piece of my life in my head. but then i also remember my life wouldn't be this fucked up if i was making it up and i also am not creative enough to create this world in my brain. jesus fucking christ somebody shut me tf up.

*accepting rafe cameron applications to fuck me stupid.

WHAT? WHO SAID THAT?

anywayyyyy

my beautiful stars: @countryclubwhore (ily <3) @onlyangel-444 (one of the prettiest usernames i've seen) @papercranesandinkstains (my soulmate i fear) @inthelibrarybtw (loml fr) @cokewithcameron (angel) @jaes-last-words (<33) @rafesbabygirlx (in awe with your mind) @ethanthequeefqueen (laughed so hard at your username btw LMAOO) @7-deadly-cats-main (im obsessed with you; am also patiently (key word) awaiting on that rafe dream scene in kms 🫦 NOT ME HARASSING YOU LMAOO IM SORRY ILY) @ewwwitsel (sweet angel) @rockkybbys (i tagged u cuz you asked for another part but lemme know if you prefer not to be <333)

if you wanna be added let me knowww <333

i am also not over the fact that people actually like this, i know i've said this multiple times and i sound incredibly obnoxious but it's still true. i love each and every single one of you and don't be shy to talk to me PLEASEE i promise im a nonchalant, chill, cool girl (...) i might take a bit to respond because i read it and i think i answered in my head or i haven't seen it or genuinely forget or know it's there but because i have no concept of time i realize weeks have passed when i go to answer💀💀 BUT I AM HERE

unsolicited life update: i am ghosting all of my friends (which is really shitty i KNOW) and i'm not proud of it, i just get overwhelmed with so many texts that i procrastinate and then i end up going missing for weeks sometimes even a month soo DO NOT BE LIKE ME!!!! that is one of my biggest flaws and i really really need to do better because they don't deserve that at ALL; if it were the other way around i wouldn't put up with my ass. which i don't cuz like i would leave me if i could because it is EXHAUSTING. like omg, girl it's not that deep but wtv and lwk had a mini meltdown these past couple of days and may or may not have crashed out hehehehe

i will only say that i wish it had been for an interesting reason but no!! my brain just takes these executive decisions on its own because we're a bitch and she's the boss of me unfortunately :)

i also started this internship (?) for school credits at my local public defender's office and let's just say that i am beyond confused 95% of the time and i will complete my 1st week here tmrw. (yes i am supposed to be working as i write this, but shhh) i need to lock the fuck in.

xoxo,

gossip girl

how i felt after saying that (i've never touched a cigar/cigarette in my life) that's also the love of my life because this man awakened something in me at the ripe age of 13. what? who said that?

[ssreeder]

I started reading this like 4 days ago, time has blurred together. I have not slept over 5 and a half hours of sleep in that time, I had to get up at 6 for something and was going 'just one more chapter' several times until it was 2am. The only thing that I can think about is LIAB, I am quickly losing my sanity to Zukka and the prison camp. I came here for a fun time, a good time and the sheer amount of angst that I had heard this had. And, I was certainly not lied to.

I am the type of person to read hard core angst. Impaling, torture , doesn't even phase me anymore (bit concerning but ignore that), I have taken to the blank word document to get that sinking, queasy feeling when the angst gets really hard core. First few chapters of this had me captivated and then Zuko came into it, *Chefs kiss*

I can't read long fics because I don't have the attention span, but for this I make an exception, also if you read it all in like 4 days the attention span doesn't have time to run out! I am on the 3 part, chapter 2 and I actively plan to binge read it tonight. Do I have school in the morning? Yes. Am I still going to stay up until 1 in the morning reading this and make up for my lack of sleep with caffeine? Also yes.

I really hope that Jet dies in this, I hope that he has a really anti-climatic death as well, like he falls off a slightly too high ledge. NO ONE and I mean NO ONE gets to separate MY GAYS LIKE THAT BECAUSE HE JUST HAD TO TELL FONG THAT ZUKO WAS AT THE BLOODY CAMP!

and the Forest Lesbians, may they live forever in the local folk lore about two witches that lived the forest and used the power of being gay to cure people.

thank you for writing this, it has really made me happy reading this even though my favourite gays are getting traumatised (more traumatised than usual for Zuko). I have only been reading this, my friends are concerned about me since I don't think I have willingly left the house in... *looks down at fingers, realises I don't have enough fingers to count this* umm... too long!

*holds your hands* how are you doing friend??

your ask had me both nervous and excited haha & the greatest thing about responding to this a few days late is that you’ve probably finished it by now haha. I feel sorry for your sleep schedule but I also don’t feel bad haha <3

I’m glad LIAB met your expectations in the angst, it’s probably one of the more angsty/ darker zukka fics & it’s probably going to get worse lol. (Not for zukka specifically, everyone gets to join this time) But you’ll see… if I can hold your attention until the end haha.

as for your Jet thoughts I’m sure you found out what happened to him by now ;) <3

thanks for this amazing ask seriously you’re great & you deserve to get yourself a treat for taking the time to send me this haha YOURE AWESOMEEEEEE

[skyguytoast]

hi there!

I LOVE your Anakin and Hayden works, they're so well written and I just get lost in this universe you pull me into 👏🏻🥰

I was wondering if you had the time if you'd be able to make headcanons for a Hayden Christensen x kinda chubby younger girlfriend reader?

Thanks! Xoxo

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN X CHUBBY!READER HEADCANONS

WARNING: none, just cuteness A/N: hiiii my loves, how are you doing?? So, when I got this request, it really made me stop and think at first, I was like “wait, is there even a difference between dating someone who's thin or chubby?” cuz in my head love is love 💕BUT then I realized that assuming everything’s the same can actually be a bit careless 🥲 so I took a step back and reflected with lots of love and care. Anywayyyy I hope you like it and please keep sending requests because I get so excited every time!! I love love love hearing from you all!! also didn't know if you want smut or no

Hayden fell for you long before you realized it. The first thing that caught him wasn’t your body, it was your laugh, your warmth, the way your cheeks lifted when you smiled. You were sunshine to him, warm and lovely.

His jaw always dropped when you wore those curve-hugging dresses you were unsure about. When you nervously mentioned the way your belly folded or how it clung “too much,” he just looked at you with that quiet intensity and said, “That’s my favorite part.”

When Hayden returned to training for Vader, he loved how strong it made him feel when he could pick you up effortlessly. He adored the way you’d squeal and laugh when he lifted you during a TikTok challenge you dragged him into (even though he had no idea what half of them meant).

That day you tried on one of his sweatshirts expecting it to be oversized, only for it to feel snug, broke your heart a little. But Hayden noticed the way your smile dimmed. That night, he sat beside you, handed you a softer, roomier hoodie from a Star Wars event in Tokyo, kissed your forehead, and told you, “It’s not about what fits you. It’s about what makes you feel safe.”

Hayden leaves love notes in your snack drawers. You’ll go for a cookie and find “Your thighs are art, don't argue” written on a sticky note in his handwriting. He knows how tempting it is to try those crazy diets that society seems to push on you, and he doesn't want you to fall into a black hole of insecurities and compromise your health.

Hayden always takes the pictures you feel cute in — no “suck it in,” no weird angles. And when you ask, “Do I look okay in this?” He simply says, “You always look beautiful, baby.” His lock screen is a picture of you in a tight white dress that hugs all the right places, highlighting your cute cleavage and the little folds of your tummy.

Hayden gently nudges you away from negative self-talk. When you get caught in a spiral, he doesn’t dismiss you, he listens, holds your hand, and says, “I know the world tries to make you feel like you’re ‘too much.’ But you’re everything to me.”

You once caught him reading body positive essays and plus-size fashion blogs. When you asked why, he shrugged and said, “If I want to love you well, I need to understand." Because Hayden knows how easy it is to fall into those toxic positivity conversations, reinforcing stereotypes and prejudices instead of validating your beauty.

He always encourages you to eat what you want when you go out, especially when you hesitate. “Life’s short,” he whispers with a smirk. “And that cheesecake’s flirting with us.” Hayden cares about your food, knowing that making food the villain will only bring guilt, give space to eating disorders and reinforce the idea that food is the villain.

Whenever someone online makes an ignorant comment, you never have to see it, because Hayden’s already blocked, reported, and moved on. “You don’t owe the internet your pain,” he says. He doesn't have social media, but he knows how tough the internet is, and he does everything he can to make sure you don't have to deal with insults and stupid comments.

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TAGLIST: @ihearthayden @anakinstwinklebunny @sometimescharlolette @awhhayden @dessxoxsworld @throughparisallthroughrome @freudsweetlamb

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[twstedreamweaver]

Something Wicked - Yandere Jade Leech x G/N Reader

NRC is a dangerous place and you got on the bad side of some Savanaclaw students.

You end up making a huge mistake, but don't worry, Jade Leech is there to clean it up for you.

TW: A student commits suicide, violence, drugging, reader has a panic attack, slight suggestive content, murder -> minor character deaths, yandere themes, stalking, reader gets into a fist fight, kidnapping

The students of Twisted Wonderland's prestigious Night Raven College are known for many things, but kindness is most certainty not among them.

You knew the first day you stepped foot on campus that this world reveres the strong and preys upon the weak, and in the months since, you have become well acquainted with the unspoken laws of the school. The watchful eye of the faculty and the Housewardens (well, some of them) only extends so far. Out of their reach, in the shadowy hallways and courtyards, NRC devolves into a merciless, brutal game of survival of the fittest.

You're lucky that your friends are looking out for you.

"Ugh, those Savanaclaw students only seem to be gettin' bolder by the day." Ace frowned.

The expression on his face was hard to read, but he seemed... frightened. Genuinely frightened. The air suddenly felt frigid.

In the blink of an eye, Ace returned to his usual, cocky demeanor and his signature shit-eating grin replaced his previously solemn features.

"You're lucky I was here, or your ass would have been toast-".

"You mean we-" Deuce interrupted, annoyed.

"Whatev, dude, it was pretty much all me that made them run for the hills anywayyyy."

Deuce opted to ignored Ace's insult, his eyes clouded with genuine worry, "Y/n, are you alright?"

You glanced behind you, as three figures clad in Savanaclaw uniform rounded a corner. You frowned.

Right before they disappeared, one turned his cloaked head to look at you, features dark, hidden beneath his hood and he curled his lips into a sinister grin.

A chill crawled up your spine. They were too far away to see clearly; you must have imagined it.

You invoked the ire of Savanaclaw once before, during the Spelldrive tournament, but being in Leona's good graces convinced them to overlook you for easier targets.

But not even Leona could deter them this time.

"They've been at it for what? Three days now?" Ace's voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You let out a heavy sigh before giving them a smile, albeit a pained one. You chose to ignore Ace's rhetorical question for the time being.

"Thanks guys. I'm honestly really grateful to always have you guys ready to back me up. I don't know what I'd do without you." You can't remember the last time you admitted something so serious, so sincere and heartfelt.

The constant state of paranoia and hypervigilance you'd been living in were really getting to you.

Both Deuce and Ace seemed to reel back at your words, surprised. You swear you see the hint of pink grace their cheeks, as they turn away, muttering jumbled combination of "Erk, yeah, uh, no problem!" and "Well, yeah you should be thanking us."

No way that's all it takes to make them blush. You smile inwardly.

"Let's get out of here. It's getting dark."

As the trio, talking amongst themselves, returns to the safety of the main corridor, a lone figure quietly follows.

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Even Grim's snoring could not distract you from the cacophony of your thoughts that night.

Ace and Deuce were insistent on spending the night at Ramshackle. Ace in particular tried to worm his way into your bed, on the pretense of 'protection'. Deuce vehemently objected of course.

Your bed was already small after all, and Deuce definitely did not seem to enjoy the idea of you lying that close to him while he dejectedly watched from the hard floor. And Grim would have been pissed to not have enough room at the bottom of the bed to curl up.

And Grim did already loudly insist that he - Grim the Great! mind you - is perfectly capable of protecting his human! And he certainly didn't need help from those two.

You turned down Ace's suggestion anyway, teasing him alongside Deuce, leading to a grumbling Ace defeatedly disappearing down the staircase.

In all honesty, you wouldn't mind - given the current situation - but the thought of your bodies touching admittedly made your cheeks grow uncomfortably hot.

The duo opted to sleep on the couches in the foyer instead, as Deuce suggested. It was the best location anyway, as they'd be closer to the main entry if anyone tried to break in.

After giving them blankets and biding Ace and Deuce goodnight, you settled in with Grim, who quickly fell asleep, leaving you to lie awake, alone with your thoughts.

You sighed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was futile.

Your troubles began well before the incident.

Henry, a Savanaclaw student you had shown a sliver of kindness to in Alchemy class, started following you around the school, trying to talk to you, to befriend you, to be near you. He spiraled into a twisted form of infatuation. He'd give you weirdly expensive gifts (which you'd decline), researched your interests extensively, and hunted down all your socials online.

You weren't interested in him, not romantically or even platonically, he was creepy, to say the least, and you hardly wanted him as a friend. You were civil, polite at first, but you became increasingly harsh as the weeks dragged on.

While NRC was cruel, you were lucky to have made allies with the people you did.

Your friends noticed him within a few days. You had amassed many friends in high places while at the school and they ensured that he never got close to you, except, of course, in Alchemy class, the one class you shared with him. Crewel, ever watchful, quickly noticed and separated you, ensuring that you weren't together on projects.

Occasionally, you'd feel a tinge of guilt. While he certainly was annoying, you couldn't help but feel that he didn't deserve what happened.

Seemingly over the span of a week, Henry managed to amass a large group of very powerful people who all greatly despised him.

Idia deactivated his socials and Leona and Ruggie practically banned him from leaving the dorm after classes. Azul tricked him into a terrible deal and Riddle would slap a collar on him for the most minor of infractions.

You guessed he'd give up. He didn't. He actually got more aggressive, more spiteful towards you for not reciprocating his feelings. More hateful and angry at the injustices he was subjected to by the Housewardens. He got worse and worse by the day, until one day, he inevitably snapped.

Love potions are not only highly taboo, but also illegal in Twisted Wonderland. Moreso, it's incredibly easy to determine the culprit, as each potion is unique to its user.

Jack, with his sharp sense of smell, caught a whiff of something in your drink at the cafeteria. You had no idea how Henry managed to slip something into a sealed drink that you purchased from the cafeteria directly, but he did.

You and Jack went to Vil, arguably the alchemy genius of the school, who determined that it was a love potion. And given the situation with Henry and a strand of his hair, it was easy to determine that it was none other than Henry's love potion.

Henry was expelled from Night Raven College shortly after Vil showed Crowley the evidence. The police were alerted, and it seemed that he was set to spend a year in prison.

But Henry never went to jail. He never even got arrested.

A few hours after the police arrived and they couldn't seem to find him, a frantic student stumbled into Crowley's office.

Henry was found hanging from a tree on the edge of school grounds. A noose tightened around his blue neck, eyes bulging. It was a terrible sight and one that Crowley did not want to get out. And Crowley made sure the truth never saw the light of day.

To the general public and his family, Henry likely ran away to escape prosecution. But you, and a select few, knew the truth.

The whole situation reeked of suspicion to you. You couldn't help but wonder if Henry was framed, if he really did kill himself, or if someone else was responsible.

But for everyone concerned, it appeared Henry disappeared from your life as quickly as he had entered it, but the problem was far from over.

Henry had dedicated friends, and they resented you. Despised you.

They started appearing late at night, tailing you as you walked home. You told Deuce and Ace and you all concluded that while their identities were always obscured, it had to be the late Henry's vengeful friend group. They were upperclassmen, Savanaclaw students, and while Ace and Deuce seemed ready to take the fight to them, you urged them not to. The last thing you wanted was for them, your best friends, to get hurt on your behalf.

After all, they were likely just trying to scare you. But the sinister aura you felt told you otherwise. You wish they knew how guilty you felt, how you cried when he died. It wasn't your fault, you knew that, but you couldn't help but feel responsible for Henry's suicide.

You hadn't told anyone besides Ace and Deuce. Fear and guilt stopped you. Fear that history would repeat itself. That another student would stumble upon three more bodies hanging from a tree.

Why is this always happening to me?

You tossed and turned for an hour, until finally you fell into an unsteady sleep, haunted by nightmarish visions.

Unbeknownst to you, they were waiting for you to do just that.

A person, clad in black, crawled out from under your bed.

"Got you."

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You awoke to cold, unrelenting, freezing cold. You felt as if you were in a fog, as if your limbs were tied to weights you couldn't hope to lift. You heard distorted voices and the whispers of wind.

The Savanaclaw students. Henry's friends. They got you.

Adrenaline surged through your body, ripping you out of your deep, mind-numbing slumber.

Your eyes flew open, but you couldn't see anything except the night sky as your eyes adjusted to the low light. You were on your back, you felt grass against your exposed skin and the hard ground beneath your head.

The voices sharpened into focus.

"-wait for this lying bitch to get what they deserve."

You have to get up. You're starting to see figures moving around you. Three, two milling around, one trying to lift something with magic. They had a lantern set on the ground, but it was faint, barely enough to emit enough light to see what the one was trying to lift.

"Well, then fucking help me lift this. Jeez, why am I doing all the damn work-"

It almost looked like, a rock?

"Sorry, got distracted. Rich, you recordin'?"

You have to get up, now.

You feel like there's electricity surging through your body, snapping you out of the sleep-induced haze.

You were drugged. It must have worn off before they planned.

"I can't wait to see their head fucking splatter."

You leaped up. The world was spinning, you were moving so fast, your brain couldn't keep up. You stumbled then lunged, aiming for the lone figure that wasn't lifting up the rock.

Your vision narrowed.

One of them yelled, out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of the students whip around towards you, canceling the spell, as the rock fell right onto the other's foot.

Curses, yells, it didn't matter. The man's screams were dilluted by your concentration on the man in front of you.

His face was distorted, his mouth agape. He was turning towards you.

Perfect.

You clenched your right hand into a fist and planted your feet into the dirt, bracing yourself, as you reeled back and aimed for his exposed jaw.

You exhaled sharply right before your fist collided with his jaw with a crack. His head whipped to the left, spit flying out of his mouth, a choked, strangled noise coming from deep in his throat.

Your left elbow was ready, your right arm coming back to guard, twisting your torso as you threw your elbow into the left side of his head, swinging through.

You couldn't feel anything, everything was moving too fast, but you were sure you might have broken your hand.

After the collision, you jumped back, head whipping around to face your approaching opponent.

A punch was heading right for you, aimed at your head.

You side stepped, centering yourself, grabbed his arm with your left hand and then reeled back for another right punch. As he stumbled forward, your right fist met the side of his face. He lurched to the side, and you stepped behind him to kick at his lower back, you planted your foot on his tailbone and pushed, sending him sprawling forward.

The other man was trying desperately to lift the rock off his foot, but he couldn't pick it up with magic alone and he certainly couldn't lift it with his own strength.

The man fell face first into the dirt. He was weak, helpless, entirely at your mercy.

Your vision was red, your breathing was heavy, your lungs and throat burned as you raised your foot and slammed it down.

They deserve this.

You were enraged, terrified, the world was spiraling but. You were finally in control.

You were on top now; you were the one in power.

Your foot slams down over and over again.

They were going to kill you.

You didn't need magic, not this time.

In this shitty world, you were always the magicless nobody, lost, homeless, at the whims of a headmage who couldn't care less.

He was begging for you to stop, trying to lift himself, but each stomp left even weaker.

And you blame me? You go after me?

His face is caved in, you hear a crack as your foot meets his skull again and again.

Why am I always the problem? Why do I always have to deal with this?

The blood looks black under the moonlit night.

I never asked for any of this.

Tears started streaming down your cheeks, the man with the rock on his foot was yelling, begging you to stop as he watched, completely helpless, as his friend was beaten.

You were going to do this to me! Why the fuck should I stop?

He wasn't breathing anymore, was he?

Reality seemed to shift into focus.

What have I done?

"I never wanted Henry to die!" You screamed, as you stepped back, staring at the lifeless body in front of you, shaking.

You collapsed to the ground, sobs wracking your throat, "I never wanted any of this!"

"What was I supposed to do?"

The other student still lay unconscious on the ground a few feet away.

You couldn't breathe.

He was dead, you were certain.

Everything was spinning again, you were nauseous, your hand stung, your elbow stung, your head was muddled by the lasting effects of a drug.

You were sobbing and you couldn't figure out how to breathe. The air wouldn't enter your lungs.

"Oh my god." you wheezed through choked sobs and tears.

A hand landed, gently, on your shoulder.

"It's going to be alright, Y/n."

You whipped around to see Jade Leech towering over you. His expression unreadable in the dark.

"Jade?" You choked out.

The boy with the rock on his foot stared, mouth hanging open. He was quiet.

The whole world was quiet for a moment.

"In the flesh." You saw the trace of a smile in the dark.

"I'll take care of this, Y/n. Nothing is going to happen to you." You suddenly noticed the sharp edge in his calm tone, the piercing sinister nature of his words.

You couldn't move as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to you. You took it with shaky hands.

He stood up and walked quickly toward the remaining Savanaclaw student.

Like a predator that knew its prey was cornered.

"Please, no, I'm sorry, Jade-" The boy was trembling, his pleas falling on deaf ears. "I'll do any-", the student's sentence was cut short. A gurgling, gasping sound came from the student. Jade's gloved hands were squeezing the boy's neck. The student flailed, arms clawing at Jade, writhing, and Jade only dug his fingers in more.

You watched in horror, at his inhuman strength, at the silent, brutal way in which he drained the life from the student's eyes.

All you could hear was the gasps of the boy in the dead of night, as you stared, helpless to move.

His body collapsed, head lolling to the side, with a final twitch.

Jade refused to let go as the seconds seemed to crawl by, barely half a minute but it felt like an eternity.

Jade dropped the boy, still stuck under the rock, as his body rag dolled and flopped onto the ground.

"No matter how many obstacles I must dispose of, I will always protect you, Y/n," Jade's voice broke the uncomfortable, painful silence.

Your stomach churned and your vision closed in, your arms barely able to hold yourself up. You collapsed onto your side, the drug and the stress and the fear all adding up.

Jade turned his head to look at you, a sinister grin flashing sharp teeth contorting his face.

"I assure you that I will always keep you safe." As you fell into unconsciousness, you heard Jade moving towards you in the dark.

You felt a gloved hand brush hair from your face.

"Allow me to take care of your problems, just like last time."

[lynnie-s3all]

*crashes car* *explodes*

elliot x reader headcannons...............it can be anything........ romantic, platonic, IDC i wanna read about us getting pizza together and just hanging out ahhahhhahahhhahahhahhahaahha *combusts* (IF YOU DON'T WANT TO IT'S FINE :3)

Yeah i definitely did not see elliot x reader anywhere. WELP HERE WE GOOOOO

ELLIOT X READER

(what is this romantic or what?)

(Him becoming the manager is the best btw. Really have no idea how to explain why he's hot in that suit.)

Idk how he found you actually (im joking), he randomly met you when you're his first customer to order pizza.

well let's say, youre the first and the earliest person to even come over and order before it gained a lot of customers.

You would visit his place every weekend to see how he's been doing so far, and you and him just kinda became friends

I mean technically Elliot wouldn't stress out too much when there's a lot of people being impatient and waiting for their order to finish right? Welp, you just decided to help him out with that.

Now he's basically your second employee. Wow.

And Elliot somehow grew attached to you more when you first helped him. From being a customer to an employee? I never know what will happen honestly after that.

I mean i should be for real though, at the end of every shift, you two would hang out outside and went to his house to hangout and eat pizza, because i have no idea how to write it out.

(When i think about him being a manager though, oh boy just look how HOT he is when he wears that suit. I MEAN WHO CAN CLEARLY TELL THAT HE'S HANDSOME THAT WAY INSTEAD OF HIS USUAL WORK OUTFIT?)

Anywayyyy, Customer to friends and friends to lovers. Very much like that.

Whenever you two hangout, he would try his best to act like he's cool and tries so hard not to blush when he sees you, honestly who can't blame him when there's butterflies inside of him?

That time when you ask him to hangout at some street, you grabbed his hand without him noticing, it feels soft. I mean, your hand. It feels soft to touch. That's elliot thinking about it btw.

He kinda prepared something while you're just talking about your day like usual, he was hiding a flower. LIKE WHAT FLOWER? A ROSE? yea.

Soooooo, he told you that he needed a place to sit down because his leg was tired from walking (he's lying) and since you don't want to tire him out, you just found a bench to sit on.

WELL THE FINAL DECISION IS HERE, he confessed to you. WELL LOOK AT IT FOR YOURSELF:

"uh (name)? I kinda want to tell you something."

"yea what is it?"

"i never thought about this day would come around since you decided to become my first customer to ever had a crush on, but... I've tried to hide my feelings from this because I'm scared to confess about it, so here. A flower for you"

"Awh... thanks Elliot, and you know what, i kinda have feelings for you too aswell. Ever since i helped you in the place, i kinda started having feelings too. Well to be honest, i love you."

"I think it's time for me to say it."

(what line huh? OHHH....)

"would you like to become my partner?"

...

"YES PLEASEE :'>"

mwah and you two hug eachother. Did you kiss? idk, YOU DO YOURSELF IF YOU WANT TO KISS HIM

(why is coolkid at the background saying, "EW IS THAT THE PIZZA DUDE WITH A GIRL?)

(007n7: i have no idea son, now you should leave before they do weird stuff with each other.)

ofc who says you are gonna do backshots with elliot. WHO SAYS THAT.

[whousestypewriters]

photos of you - grayson hawthorne x reader

pairing: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing [like one word] kissing + flufffffff

a/n: so grayson my pookie wookie is getting a fic hehe! should i write a synopsis at the begining of each fic? idk im too lazy to do it rn lol -also its kinda short so sorry

"grayson!" you shriek when you enter his bedroom.

its plain and simple - like grayson - except nothing like grayson because anyone who's met him knows that grayson hawthorne isn't plain or simple.

he's smart, cunning, always sharply dressed - and man does he look good in a suit. like seriously he's so toned and muscly - which you may or may not know after having snuck out to watch him swim once... or twice... okay you do it all the time - he's like a freaking greek god in the form of a human-

sorry what?

got off track there. oops.

anywayyyy

you storm into grayson's room absolutely livid, pacing back and forth in front of a slightly amused grayson.

"like seriously she was such a bitch!" you say swinging around to face him again. "she actually called me the sloppy immature freak. can you believe it? like seriously that girl wouldn't know hard work if it gave her a high five... in the face... with a chair!"

you spin around again resuming your pacing continuing on before he can say anything.

"and to come at me during work-" your eyes catch onto grayson's open computer. "hey, what's that?"

all but forgetting your rant about the bitchy co-worker of yours, you move over to grayson's desk and plop down into his chair, focusing on the laptop in front of you.

"are these from our date last saturday?" you ask when you feel his presence at your back.

"yeah, i took a few and then had the flower stall vendor take some as well," his rich voice reaches down to your ears.

you flick through the photos your heart melting with each one he took. most are photos of you not paying attention to him and looking around happily at the park you were at. pure happiness shines in your eyes and you lean back into grayson silently thanking him and complimenting him on his work.

"its all you," he whispers as if he read your mind.

you instantly pause when you reach a photo of you both. you're looking at the camera smiling at the kind vendor but grayson. grayson.

he's looking at you like you're his entire world. like he'd willingly give up everything just to see you happy. the pure love, adoration and devotion in his eyes almost brings you to tears.

god you loved him.

"i like this one," you squeak out, still

"why's that?"

"because you can see how much you love me," you smile getting up out of your seat and wrapping your arms around his neck. "you look at me like i'm your world, gray."

"you are," he whispers wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling softly. you love how he lets this, softer, calmer, less rigid side of himself be shown with you. grayson is all sharp edges and cutting looks to the outside world, so it always seems to warm your heart that you get to be apart of this piece of him.

"i love you," you smile sweetly up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. "so much."

"i love you," grayson says quietly. "more than you know."

later on when you've left, grayson makes quick work of emailing the photos off to a printing store, wanting you to have copies as soon as possible and making his favourite photo - the one of you grinning at the camera, or more like the person behind the camera, him - his lockscreen.

he'll never admit it to anyone else but he has always had a photo of you as his lockscreen, always, even from the early stages of your relationship. he had felt like he was keeping a small piece of you with him, a small piece of your happiness that seeps into his cold harsh behaviour when he's working.

so its a habit to save those pictures to the album he has on his phone and computer. its a habit to have the photos printed out and sent to your flat along with a bouquet of flowers.

its a habit to be grinning for hours in his room after you left.

its a habit to go scrolling through the albums and albums of photos he has of you. because honestly? out of all the places grayson has been, all the different photos and emotions he's caught on camera, out of all them,

photos of you are his favourite.

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a/n pt2: lol i think it kinda deteriorated at the end there.