#I am not adding all that lets just lie and say we did . See pretend hir fins are there pleek PLEEEEEEE

[cconfusedkat]

HWEEGEGWEEEHEWHWHH WIP 2 WIP 2 EEHDWJDHWJRJ 0:46 is where the new parts are added :-DDD

FERVID AS A FLAMEEE DOES IT HAVE A NAME ????? YESSSSSSSSSS !!!!!!! LOATHING !!!!!!! UNADULTERATED LOATHING !!!!!! FOR YOUR FACE- YOUR VOICE-YOUR CLOTHING!!!! LETS JUST SAY ,, I LOATH IT ALLSorry i love this song

[silversurfersx]

Beautiful Man

jenson button × platonic!reader × lando norris

-in which lando is a snitch

mentioning to lando who you thought was the most beautiful f1 driver might have been a mistake

Being friends with Lando has it's ups and downs, one good thing was meeting Max Farewell and one bad thing was Lando itself. Now not to mistake the absolute joy in person Lando represents, bringing a smile to your face on several occasions, but that boy could talk. And how he loved to do exactly that.

Having an interview session with Jenson Button gave him exactly that opportunity. And with newly revealed information he just couldn't help himself. He didn't even know when it slipped out of how it came up, but it did. The fact that you were in fact standing right between him and Jenson didn't matter.

"Oh, did you know that Y/N thinks you are the hottest F1 driver." He announced smiling cheekily. His boyish face lightened up with a teasing expression. Your divers senses locked in when you realised the words and your head shot over at him. Your eyes wide and mouth agape, while you head a deep laugh from beside you, clearly coming from Jenson.

"Lando!" You called out. "What the fuck, mate?"

Joining into Jenson's laughter the british men found the whole thing hilarious, completely opposite to you, who didn't know what to feel or think. For a moment embarrassment was all that filled you, but then you became achingly aware that people were staring and if you made it embarrassing now, it would be haunting you for a lot longer than if you just pretended and played it cool.

"I mean, I take it as a compliment." Jenson said smirking at you. Playfully you shook your head, shaking off the embarrassment and turned to Lando.

"See what you did there, Lan? Now he's getting all cocky." You said in mock seriousness pointing at Jenson next to you, getting more laughs from him and Lando. You too chuckled lightly.

"How is it my fault, I was just quoting you?" Lando argued hand on his heart as you pusred your lip. "I did not say he was the hottest driver. I just said that I thought he was the most beautiful one. I mean have you seen his face?"

Jenson only smirked more at the continuing compliments, wiggling his eyebrows at the camera. From the corner of your eye you saw exactly that and a sense of regret build up in you. You could have just let the whole tying go, but as often you spoke before you thought, riding yourself further in the embarrassing situation.

Groaning internally you cursed yourself out for all the things you just said. On the outside though you tried to stay strong and not let the situation get to you. The blush on your cheeks didn't agree with your internal desicion.

"Lando, I think we should stop before Y/N dies from embarrassment. And although I am quite flattered by your very truthful confession, I think that we should probably move on." Jenson said, noticing your blushing cheeks and Lando's cheeky look as he looked at you.

"Yes!" You said almost all to eager. "Thank you Jenson!"

"Also, I am sadly in fact already married." The blonde added just to put a bit more oil in the fire of embarrassment. Groaning you put a hand on your face, hiding behind it, as Jenson chuckled and Lando giggled at you embarrassment.

But Lando wouldn't be yone of our best friends, if he didn't have something else to add. "Oh she knows. She had a funeral for the posters of you in her room when she found out."

It was a quick reaction from your side that resulted in you knocking your microphone into Lando's jewels. Smiling at the groan of paing coming from him before you turned towards Jenson who didn't quite know how to feel.

"He is lying about that part. I never had a poster of you in my room, I swear on my car." You announced to him, eyes wide a expression all serious. You needed to keep at least some of your pride. And Lando was in fact lying, about the funeral, not the posters, that was a lie from you.

Jenson looked over at Lando, holding a hand in front of the spot you hit his face in a grimace. Complementing about your possible reactions, Jenson just agreed. "I don't doubt a word you say."

He did, but he didn't say that.

[httpvomitello]

Cold Heart *⁠.⁠✧ (part 2)

cregan stark x targ!reader

WARNING: angst, not a happy ending (?)

(part 1) (part 3)

The days following your outburst in the Great Hall passed in a haze. You avoided Cregan as much as possible, and he seemed content to let the silence stretch between you. The icy walls of Winterfell felt more like a prison than ever before.

Rickon, sensing the tension but not understanding its source, clung to you with a desperation that only deepened your heartbreak. He asked you once, in his small, hesitant voice, if you were angry with his father.

“No, sweetling,” you whispered, stroking his dark hair. “I’m just… tired.”

It wasn’t a lie. Exhaustion weighed heavily on you—not from the duties of being Lady of Winterfell, but from the constant ache of loving a man who would never love you back.

One evening, unable to bear the silence any longer, you sat at your writing desk and penned a letter to your mother.

Mother,

I have done all that was asked of me. I have been patient. I have been kind. But I cannot thaw the North, and I cannot make a man love me who does not wish to. My heart feels as if it has been crushed beneath the weight of a thousand winters. I wonder if this alliance was worth the cost.

You stared at the words for a long time, your quill hovering above the parchment.

Do you even know what you have done to me?

Your hand trembled as you added the final line. You folded the letter carefully, but you could not bring yourself to summon the raven. What good would it do? Rhaenyra would only remind you of your duty, of the importance of the alliance, of the greater good.

The letter remained tucked away in the desk, a secret burden you carried alone.

The tension between you and Cregan finally came to a head late one night. The storm outside was fierce, the winds howling like wolves at the gates. You had been restless, pacing your chambers, when the door opened, and Cregan stepped inside.

He looked as tired as you felt, his shoulders heavy with some unseen weight. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, regarding you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.

“What do you want, Cregan?” you asked, your voice sharper than intended.

“I came to speak,” he said, his tone measured.

“You’ve had months to speak,” you replied, turning away from him. “And yet you’ve said nothing.”

“I didn’t know what to say.”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? You never know what to say. You never know how to feel. You don’t even know how to look at me without seeing her shadow.”

His jaw tightened, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of anger in his eyes.

“Do not speak of things you don’t understand,” he said, his voice low and warning.

“Don’t I?” you shot back, turning to face him fully. “I understand better than you think. I understand what it means to love someone so deeply it consumes you. But you—” Your voice broke, and you forced yourself to continue. “You’ve never given me the chance to show you what we could be. You won’t even try.”

Cregan took a step forward, his expression stormy. “And what would you have me do? Forget her? Pretend she never existed?”

“I would have you see me!” you cried, tears streaming down your face. “I am not her, Cregan, and I never will be. But I am here. I have been here, trying, every single day, and you—”

Your voice faltered as he closed the distance between you. For a moment, you thought he might reach for you, might finally break through the walls he had built.

But he didn’t.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t give you what you want.”

The finality in his words shattered something inside you. You stepped back, your breath hitching as you tried to compose yourself.

“Then why did you marry me?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“Because I had to,” he admitted, his eyes meeting yours with a raw honesty that hurt more than any lie could have. “Because the North needed it. Because Rickon needed it. But I never wanted this, and I never wanted to hurt you.”

You stared at him, your heart breaking all over again. “But you have,” you said quietly. “You’ve hurt me more than you’ll ever know.”

Without another word, he turned and left, the door closing behind him with a finality that echoed in the silence of your chambers.

The days that followed were colder than ever, though the snow had stopped falling. You threw yourself into your duties, avoiding Cregan whenever possible. Rickon became your solace, his innocent laughter the only thing that kept you from succumbing to the despair that threatened to consume you.

But even he could not erase the emptiness in your heart.

Late one night, unable to sleep, you found yourself standing before the godswood. The heart tree loomed above you, its ancient branches creaking in the wind. You knelt before it, tears streaming down your face as you whispered a prayer to gods you didn’t fully believe in.

“Give me the strength to bear this,” you pleaded. “Or give me the freedom to leave.”

The gods, as always, were silent.

[eddiemunsonw]

Snow Storm

Steve Harrington x Fem!reader

Summary: You're on a 'date'. Sort of. You're really not feeling it, especially when you realize that the guy has been lying. Steve, witnessing it all during his shift at Family Video, is more than happy to meddle a little.

CW/Disclaimer: Hmmmm things start to get a little heated and sexy but nothing too dramatic. So... idk. Mention of porn?

Author's note: I have a tendency to post fics out of their season, it seems

Words: 3435

Steve’s POV

He watched as your eyes followed the section of horror movies slowly, scanning each title to try and remember if you had seen them before. Next to you, a guy stood impatiently as he eyed the curtain that separated the adult section. Steve watched with interest, as it was all that was currently happening in the store apart from a regular who looked into the slapstick classics on the other side.

“Come on, I just wanna see.”

The guy sighed, nudged you with his arm. You were having none of it and Steve couldn’t help but wear an amused smile. Eventually, when you had picked out two movies, you followed him towards the curtain. Steve, feeling particularly menacing today, quickly left the counter and approached the curtain just in time.

“Hello there! ID’s please.”

He held his hand open and you took it out immediately, showing that you were 23, a year younger than he was. When the guy handed it over with some reluctance, his curiosity piqued.

“Oof, sorry dude, can’t let you in. It’s 21+”

“What? Since when?” the guy responded, but Steve clocked something much more interesting.

“Clark… You said you were 24. Jesus this is why I never wanna say my age first,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. Steve bit down on his lip to stop himself from smiling, but it was too hard not to.

“Damn, why’d you have to lie to the lady? That’s not cool,” Steve added on.

Your POV

“You weren’t supposed to know. Now come on,” Clark mumbled and attempted to pass the curtain but Steve quickly moved in between, the smooth glide of his body grabbing your attention.

“Still a no, Bud.”

You were already tired of his pushy behavior earlier, so while Steve had him occupied, you entered the adult section. You didn’t even want to go in there, but it was better than staying.

“Grab some deepthroating! And some lesbian porn?”

Steve’s POV

Steve shook his head at him as he leaned against the wall right next to the curtain.

“Jesus, dude. Are you trying to make her run away from you even harder?”

“Shut up,” Clark grumbled, side eyeing him with annoyance.

“Hm, no,” Steve said, a small smile on his face. “Not for a pipsqueak like you.”

“Oh fuck off, says the failed jock whose daddy no longer funds him so he has to do a shitty job like this one, the highlight of his day being to be a total asshole to a guy trying to have sex with a girl.”

Steve stared ahead of him, taking a deep inhale before replying.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s a neat description of you and me both. Emphasis on the trying.”

“The day’s not over yet.”

“Oh but it is, pipsqueak. Cause you’re gonna turn around and leave now.”

They looked at each other, eyes dark and challenging. Steve wasn’t sure what came over him. He just knew that he needed to do you the favor of getting rid of him.

“The hell I am,” Clark bristled.

Steve chuckled darkly. Woah, when did he become this super villain huh? Hmm. Interesting.

“Oh you are. She wants you gone and so do I.”

“You don’t know shit about what she wants.”

“Let me go ask,” Steve said as his hand lazily slid the curtain aside. “What’s her name again?” he asked, pretending like he hadn’t checked your name on your ID. He didn’t wait for his answer and walked behind the curtain despite his protests. This, however, made him miss out on the emergency alert on the radio.

“We interrupt your favorite tunes for an important message. The blizzard is getting worse. If you haven’t yet, go home. Chances are you won’t be able to if you wait much longer.”

Clark, however, did. Besides, he wasn’t that much of an idiot. He knew he had lost his chances with you the moment he tried to get you to grab his favorite porn videos. Whatever.

Your POV

“So… see anything you like?”

His voice startled you, but at the same time it was met with relief from your end that it wasn’t Clark. Steve slowly walked closer and quickly noticed you didn’t seem interested in any of it in the slightest and chuckled.

“Or are you just planning to stay here forever until he leaves?”

You shrugged.

“Something like that. Also, you don’t just ask a lady about her favorite porn, Harrington.”

Delighted by your response, he cocked his hip against the wall as he crossed his arms with a grin.

“I mean… we both already know Clark’s…” Steve said jokingly, earning a smile from you.

“All men are the same,” you sighed. Steve pouted and scanned the titles for something interesting.

“You say that now but… wait until you find out that my favorite is actually… Granny getting a— nope, nope, forget I started that sentence,” Steve said quickly as he put back the tape he just had in his hands.

“All the grannies over the world are crying right now,” you said sadly, a smile on your lips.

“Too bad, I’ve set my eye on girls who actually are the age they say they are.”

“I’ll admit that’s the most interesting belated opening line I’ve ever heard,” you said dryly.

“As long as it catches your intrigue, I’m satisfied,” Steve said with a playful, cocky grin.

You grabbed a tape and smirked, holding it out for him.

“So I’m guessing you don’t need yourself a… Satisfyer 2.0, then?” You asked, holding up the tape which had sensual “instructions” for a vibrator.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“These satisfy just fine,” Steve said, holding up his hands. Your mind drifted off to what he could do with those big hands. Not just to himself but to—

“… left?”

Steve had apparently just asked you a question.

“Huh?”

He smirked and nodded towards the curtain.

“I think he left. Just heard the bell above the door.”

“Maybe someone came in though…” you wondered out loud.

“Maybe. I’ll go check.” He spun on his heel and approached the curtain when—

“Wait—” It was out before you knew it. Steve halted, turned back around and looked at you patiently.

“Yeah?”

“If he is in fact not gone, can you… get rid of him somehow? I normally wouldn’t ask but he’s just such a—”

“Dick.”

“Yeah…” You smiled a small smile and watched as he approached you again. His eyes were on you, taking in even the smallest changes in your expression.

“So is he like… your boyfriend?” Steve asked softly. “Or uh, was?”

You chuckled and shook your head.

“Nah, this was the second date which I had reluctantly agreed to.”

“Why’d you say yes?” Steve asked curiously. He followed your movement as you skimmed some more tapes and smiled at the playfully quipped corner of your mouth. “I mean, it didn’t look like you wanted to be here.”

“I didn’t. I just… I kind of never said yes but he just showed up on my doorstep and then I felt too bad to not go with him, so… yeah. Didn’t know he had plans to rent some porn and spend the second date in his bedroom or whatever.”

Steve crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

“Hmmh… yeah that sucks. Well, I’ll make sure there won’t be a next time,” he said as he shortly winked at you and once again turned on his heel, this time actually continuing his walk through the curtain. He was out there for a few minutes when he turned back with a frown.

“Uh… Y/N? We’ve got a little… hiccup.”

You approached him with a frown of your own and followed him to the front, unsure what to expect. What you certainly didn’t expect, was to see a snow storm going on outside.

“Apparently there’s a code red. Just heard a repeat of it on the radio but it keeps breaking up. They urge everyone to stay inside until it’s over.”

Steve stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared ahead. It was the worst storm he had ever witnessed and the fact that nothing had seemed to be going on apart from some gentle snowfall surprised him.

“Stay… here?” you asked eventually.

“I mean, yeah? You can’t drive in this weather, it’s too dangerous. So is walking. So…”

“But I can’t just…”

“Hey, I don’t bite,” Steve said softly, nudging your arm with his own. “Besides, Clark seems to have left after all. Maybe he heard the warning and decided to bolt? If so, very nice to let us know as well but I will say that I wasn’t nice to him, so…”

You smirked.

“What did you say to him?”

“Nothing, nothing. I mean, genuinely, I didn’t say much. Just that he had to fuck off, using different wording. He didn’t seem all that ready to leave when I went to look for you though.”

“Oh well, good riddance.”

“Agreed.”

Steve walked forward and locked the door, putting the closed sign up front just in case.

“Let’s go to the back, it’s warmer there. And there’s a coffee machine.”

And so your “Stuck at Family Video with heartthrob Steve Harrington” began.

Once you were settled around the table in the break room, Steve gave you an odd glance. It was hard to figure out what he meant by it, although his frown disappeared the moment he got up from his chair.

“Coffee? Tea? I think we even got a few of those instant hot choc packages,” he offered, his back already turned to you as he searched the cabinets.

“Oh, hot chocolate sounds nice actually. Is it just me or is it… still kinda cold, even here?” you asked hesitantly. Steve nodded ruefully and grabbed two mugs from the cabinet he was currently facing.

“Ah, yeah… it looks like the heating is struggling again. I could kick it to see if it helps but… chances are it’ll get worse.”

“How could it get worse?”

Steve shrugged.

“Beats me, but I’m speaking from experience. Sometimes it does the trick and other times it really, really doesn’t.”

“Let’s not risk it then. At least we have a warm drink, right?”

Steve nodded and grabbed the kettle. You watched him busy himself with putting it on, emptying the hot chocolate powder and grabbing two spoons. He was humming along softly to whichever song he seemed to have stuck in his head and shot you a smile when he caught you looking.

“So what do you usually—”

Suddenly, the room turned pitch dark. You heard Steve swear softly when he shuffled back towards the table and bumped into a chair.

“Uh… okay. That’s… kind of a problem,” he mumbled as he managed to sit back down. “No hot choc I guess, sorry. No… heating either. Maybe we should check how the weather’s doing?” he opted.

“Yeah, sure.”

There was a small strip of light seeping in from the doorway, slowly turning brighter as you adjusted to your surroundings again. Warm fingers teased your arm before your wrist was grabbed and Steve helped you up. As he opened the door, the brightness of the snow outside was almost blinding. The thin windows made it a lot colder at the front, making you shiver as you watched the outside. It wasn’t just snow anymore, as heavy hail rained down, large enough to leave dents into cars. Steve groaned and let go of your wrist.

“Let me check if I can get the power back on,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. He grabbed a flashlight from below the counter and went to the back again. After a few minutes, he returned, looking apologetic.

“Sorry, nothing. I guess it’s my fault you’re stuck here, huh?” he sighed. “If I hadn’t bothered Clark as much you’d be on your way already. Or if I just… I don’t know. Sorry, I guess.”

“It’s not your fault the weather decided to fuck us over, Steve,” you said with a soft smile which he returned with some hesitance. “What do you usually do for fun around here?”

Steve gave you a wry smile.

“Watch movies?”

“Ah, yeah.”

There was a short silence until Steve clapped in his hands and rubbed them together. “I’ve got this huge blanket in the back, brought it here once because Rob, Robin, my colleague, gets very cold easily so sometimes we’d just huddle under the blanket during breaks and stuff. I think we might as well sit out here, at least it’s light… for now.”

You nodded, smiling as you thought of Robin Buckley. You knew her of course. Not super well, but well enough to know she was nice.

“Yeah, it’s already getting dark, huh? A blanket sounds good though.”

Steve nodded and once again disappeared for a short moment, until he returned with a bright blue blanket, which he partially draped on the floor in front of the counter before he motioned for you to sit down and wrapped it around your shoulders. He joined you after grabbing you both some water and put the other end around his shoulders once he settled down.

“How’s this?”

You were really trying not to let it get to you that you were cozying up to Steve right now. Heat was radiating off of him and it made you wonder if he was actually cold, or if he was basically doing the whole “it’s better to stick together for body warmth” kind of thing. With the addition of clothes, of course.

“It’s nice. Better than without for sure,” you told him softly. Steve’s shoulder brushed yours and soon enough you felt the pressure build up until he was actually resting against you. Not in an uncomfortable way at all. It was really… nice, actually.

“Your parents? Do you think they’ll worry?”

“Ah, no. My mom’s visiting my grandma in another state actually and my dad’s no longer around, so. Doubt he can worry,” you joked lightly. “What about yours?”

Steve snorted, then realized it probably wasn’t all that funny and shrugged.

“Dunno, they’re somewhere in Europe now, I think? So no.”

Another silence. It was by that point that you remembered how little you actually knew about Steve Harrington. Sure, he had been popular in school for some time, and then he wasn’t, and then he graduated. But you had never really talked to him other than giving him a pen or two in English class. You were from different social ladders, really. Although, right now you felt quite equal to him, somehow. Which felt weird, considering he looked like a freshly cut out of a painting model and you were… you. Mr handsome decided to steal you away from your brain, which honestly, was a good thing.

“Hey, wanna play a game?” he asked, peering into your eyes as he leaned forward a little. You watched him with newfound curiosity.

“What kind of game?”

“I spy with my little eye.”

“Isn’t that just called “I spy”?” you wondered aloud.

“Dunno. So. Yes?”

“What else is there, right?”

Steve grinned and rested his head against the counter.

“That’s right. Okay. I spy with my little eye… something green.”

“That tape,” you said as you pointed. Steve leaned into your space, following your hand.

“Which one?”

“The green one.”

“There are maaaany green ones.”

“The green one with… Fuck I can’t read,” you sighed as you tried to squint. Steve laughed warmly, which you could feel the tremble of against your shoulder. “Okay so. The sci-fi shelf, yes? Fifth on the second row.”

“Aaaah, I see it now. Nope!”

“You knew that wasn’t it from the start.”

“I had to make sure.”

“Mhm, sure.”

Steve grinned and nudged you with his shoulder before tapping your thigh with his hand.

“Your turn, your turn!”

He left his hand on your thigh. Oh shit. Yeah, you were totally normal about that. You could still think. You could definitely still find some kind of object that you could use—

“Wait, I didn’t even guess it, how is it my turn?!” you questioned. Steve, who had been looking at… somewhere that wasn’t your eyes, quickly lifted his eyes to meet yours and grinned.

“Right. Guess!” “Your vest?”

“You are absolutely right. See? Your turn.”

“It wasn’t— okay. Hm… I spy with my little eye… something red.”

“Your cheeks.”

“Shut up, my cheeks aren’t red.”

“They are a little.”

“If you keep talking about it, yes, they will turn red.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

Once again Steve leaned forward to look you straight in the eye, this time lifting a hand to cup your cheek gently. “Hm, they’re a little pink at the very least.”

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks and took his hand off your cheek as you looked away. Steve chuckled softly and turned his hand around so he could grab yours.

“Fine, then… the bike outside?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, I thought that was it for sure. That red blob of paint that Keith never managed to get off the ceiling?”

“That’s it!”

Steve grinned at you and gave your hand a squeeze. For a moment you had forgotten about his hand, too drunk on his animated face. Fuck.

“I spy with my little eye…” Steve turned his head to look at you and smiled. “Something pretty.”

“What?”

“Purple! Purple.”

“My shirt.”

“So clever.”

It was getting darker rapidly and soon enough, even your little game became harder to play. You did some other ones, word games, guessing games, whatever you could think of. The blanket was wrapped closer around you both now, as the store became colder without the heating. You sat hip to hip, your arms a little awkward sometimes although neither of you really minded.

“Would you have stayed here if I hadn’t been around?” you asked softly.

“Hmm, nah, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t really care if— I mean, I’d only be risking myself in that case.”

“That’s a bad reason. You’re just as important.”

“Am I?” Steve asked, and for some reason you felt like he needed an honest answer.

“Yeah, you are, Steve.”

“Hm…” A beat of silence. “I spy with my little eye… someone pretty.”

“You can’t even see.”

“I’ve memorized her by now.”

“Is it the blonde babe cardboard cutout?”

Steve, not expecting that answer at all, burst out laughing.

“Fuck, no,” a giggle, “it wasn’t.”

“Oh… hm. What about that girl from the ring? Samara?”

“Shush.”

“Or the woman from that movie where—” “Ssshh.”

You felt his hand cup your cheek and it was as if your heart was gonna jump out of your chest at any moment now. His breath tickled your cheek, warm and comfortable against your cold nose. Your lips parted on their own, eyes closing even though there was only an outline of his face to see.

“You sure it’s not the blond babe?” you murmured teasingly.

Steve giggled softly and shook his head, causing the stray strands of his hair to tickle you a little.

“Positive.”

A faint sound of lips being licked, and then his lips brushed against yours. Soft and pliable, eager to taste yours. He hummed softly, pleased, as he pulled you closer. You were easily pulled into his lap as his tongue teased your bottom lip for access. Hands smoothed up and down your waist, the blanket forgotten as your kiss provided enough heat between the two of you. It was silent, save from the gasps and soft, pleasant hums leaving you both. He gently moved his hips while simultaneously guiding yours, a gentle moan leaving him as he found a rhythm. His lips found your neck and your hand made its way into his hair to have something to grasp onto. One hand found the hem of your shirt and he was about to lift it up when—

Brightness. Light. The electricity was back on. Meaning… everyone outside could see you. If there had been anyone, that is. Still, it broke the moment instantly as Steve dropped his hand to your thigh and looked up at you.

“Shit,” he murmured, a lopsided grin on his face. “They really know how to spoil the fun today, huh?”

You smiled down at him and turned around to look outside, one hand resting on his chest for balance.

“Hm… I don’t know. It seems safe to go back home.”

Steve dug his fingers into your hips with eagerness before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Your place or mine?”

end.

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[d1ana-m0nd]

╭─► ❝The Servant: Umbrella Academy's Servant❞

Five Hargreeves × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd)

➢ Description : A Q&A video with Y/R/N and Aidan Ghallagher.

➢ Word Count : 1,750

➢ Links : Masterlist && Character Profile

➢ Note : Not gonna lie, I am uncomfortable about writing a real person 😭, well, real people in general. That's why in this fanfic, Mr. Gallagher may come off as OOC. So please don't be surprised that I focused more on the reader's chaotic energy to contrast with Mr. Gallagher's tame personality. For the record, Y/R/N means your real name. Also please comment or let me know if you want a part 2 but with your questions instead.

Q&A with The Umbrella Academy cast ft. Aidan Gallagher and Y/R/N

"Hello everyone! As promised I promised to you guys, I brought over Y/R/N who plays Number Zero of the Umbrella Academy, for today's video." Aidan Ghallagher introduced the girl beside him who wore a large cardigan and an unamused look on her face. 

"Are you for real?" Y/R/N asked, not humoured by Adian’s introduction but the actor looked amused by his fellow co-star’s reaction.

"Is that all you have to say I mean? You don't have a catchphrase or introduction for your channel?" She added but the brunette actor ignored her words knowing she’s just jesting for the video. 

"Anywho, we will be answering some of your questions and we will be providing our answers to the best of our abilities."

The (your hair color) actor huffs and pretends to be hurt by being ignored. 

"Oh yeah, I just wanted to double check Y/R/N, are you okay with answering the questions-"

"Of course I am, if I wasn't I wouldn't be here."

"You've been in my channel for 15 seconds and your already acting like it's yours."

The actress dramatically flips her hair then bats her lashes at the camera making Aidan laugh, "It's my job to make this entertaining. I know you can't possibly handle the weight of being the only star."

The boy smiles, clearly entertained by her actions but, managed to stifle his laughter. "We might as well start with the questions before this becomes her channel."

"So the first question is from, moe-moe-kyunette, I uh, did I say that right?" Aidan looked doubtful once he said the username then looked at Y/RN to help him out.

"Ship it and clip it everyone! You've tricked him into saying the thing!" The actress laughed as she slammed her fist against the table while holding her stomach, knowing the internet user just tricked Aidan into saying a meme.

"Wait, is it something bad?"

"Not a bad thing, it's like a japanese meme, an anime meme to be exact, about an idol girl trying to be cute so she says that."

"I see," As the actor was about to resume with the video but Y/R/N stopped him, "Wait, before you start, can you do the 'moe moe kyun' meme with the hand gestures?"

Aidan shook his head whilst smiling then resumed, "Well, they asked you the most important question. Have you ever listened to my music?"

The actress stiffened, "Did my manager really agree with the questions you picked?"

"Yes, yes, she did." He looks at her with a raised brow and an amused look then gestured to the camera, "Well, we are waiting Y/R/N."

"I-" She looks away flustered, "I'm sorry but I haven't listened to your music yet- I know I promised to listen to them but have not had the time to listen to them…"

"And why is that?" The brunette crosses his arms the look still on his face.

She nervously looks down at her feet, "It's just...I haven't been able to make time yet." He gives her a knowing look then gestures to the camera, "Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"

"I just, I just- I just think that we should move on now! How about I read the next question?" She then nears the monitor, and Aidan is silently laughing. 

"So Aidan and Y/R/N, is it true you guys fought on set?" The girl quickly hides her face in her cardigan from the camera. " I should have never read the question voluntarily!"

The boy beside her chuckles, "But, to answer your question, we have never fought on set, some people just misinterpreted that we had a fight because she hit the back of my head."

The actress hides herself with the cardigan she wore, "Look! That's how I greet my friends. I know that's not how other conventionally greet others that's why I only did it to people I was close with."

"Let me," She takes in a deep breath, then removes the cardigan from her face. "Let me add some context to the story first, so I mistook Aidan for my friend Astrid without her wig on, and yes, I didn't notice he was wearing his costume!"

"So like, I greeted him by slapping the back of his head. He turned to me confused why I just did that and I ran away out of instinct and never explained it until he had the chance to corner me." 

Aidan was laughing so hard, "I had to corner her because I didn't want our scenes to become awkward than they already were. When I found out the reasoning I just forgave her but told her that she really shouldn't have ran away."

"It was instinct okay! That was not the first thing I thought of when I processed I just hit you. It didn't help either that we weren't friends yet, so I thought my whole career was ruined at that moment." The (your hair color) actress covered the half of her face. 

The boy smiled though it was his way of attempting to stop himself from laughing anymore at his fellow co-star’s flustered state. "Gajh1098 asked, what is that one trait we like about our character at the same time hate?"

Y/R/N gestures for Aidan to start first, "You can start first."

He nodded then prompted his chin on his hand, "I would have to say, I hate how Five is confident in himself to the point it comes off as arrogance. Being confident is not bad but if you have seen Y/R/N here-"

She jumped then exclaimed loudly, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

"She acts too confident on camera but we all know - especially the other casts members - that she's actually tamed. You can see on our interviews as a cast, that she's like that one cousin in the corner, that doesn't know what to say so she hides behind her other cousins."

The girl cringed, "Oh, god, you saw those memes? I was hoping you wouldn't." 

"I was literally there to witness it," The actor laughed then, added on. "Anywho, Y/R/N acts confident but it doesn't come off arrogant. She knows her limits but Five doesn't because he thinks he can do everything by himself that he ends up not recognizing that he can't do everything himself."

Y/R/N nods, "Yeah that's kinda toxic in a way. It's kinda like how in group works. You lead the group and end up doing everything yourself, because you don't trust your teammates. I can see why you wouldn't trust them but, you shouldn't push yourself to the point where you crash down."

Aidan nods then gestures at the girl, "Your turn to answer the question."

"So the one trait I dislike and like about Y/N is that she's flexible with handling people. She is very understanding, too understanding! She knows how to interact with them very well. It's a good trait in hindsight - especially in work places - but, it's not a good trait if you become so malleable that people take advantage of it." 

The actor nodded along agreeing with her words.

The actress then abruptly sat up shouting, "MY TURN! I wanna read the next question! Oh yeah, do we have to mention the usernames? Or are you going to show them on screen?" 

"I usually mention them because I feel like it makes them happy-"

"Well too bad! I'm going to make their day miserable." Y/R/N cheekily grinned. "This person asked why I always hide behind other people or hold onto their clothes like a child… Can we skip this?"

The boy chuckled, "No."

"Seriously, I feel like you and my manager are trying to humiliate me for the video.” She muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes at Aidan suspiciously, “Anyways, I'm still getting used to cameras and it's kinda instinctual for me to do that I suppose? I'm not used to cameras since I have been used to working with microphones being a voice actor first and foremost."

His hazel's eyes light up, "Oh yeah, I recall you saying you were a VA, why did you audition for the show to begin with?"

The actress scratched her nape with a wry smile, "I thought it was a voice acting job not acting. I didn't even know until I was picked that it was an acting job. I scrambled to research on acting and kept asking the others if they could give me advice on acting."

He face palmed, smiling, "Did you not read what you were screening for?"

"To be fair, it was my manager who read it out loud, I just butted in and just said yes mindlessly because I saw the character designs and thought they were cool, I'm referring to the comics by the way."

"Next question from is from wbip8581, they asked how we become close?" The brunette male read the question outloud.

"Since Aidan and I got a lot of scenes together, I asked if we could work on them - like rehearse with each other so he could give me pointers on how to deliver my character."

"We hung out but, it was more on watching reality TV shows to examine and decipher how an angry person acts or how someone similar to Y/N acts." He added onto the girl’s explanation to which she nodded along.

"I think because of him, I got into watching Hell's kitchen," Both the actress and actor laughed at how true the statement was.

The brunette male then decided to move, "For now, this is the last question since I know the video is probably going to be long with how much Y/R/N rambles-"

"HEY!" The girl pretended to look offended by putting a hand over her heart.

Aidan chuckled, "So, the last question is from Immpotato10, do you two plan to make more videos together? Assuming that the Q&A does well."

"That depends really… although I like talking to Mr. Gallagher." She says his last name mockingly which made him roll his eyes, "I don't wanna overstay my time here in his channel, and if he has good video ideas then I will probably reconsider."

“Well, I suppose that’s goodbye for now!” Aidan bid his farewell to his audience followed by Y/R/N waving her two hands at the camera like a child. 

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Omega!Reader x Werewolf!NCT

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Yelling, Manipulation, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Mentions of Genocide, Mentions of Murder, Threats, Biting, Blood, Kidnapping

Words: 3.2K

Chapter Five

(Prev//Next) (@peanutpinet @starillusion13)

Prompt: By removing the weakest link, werewolves were able to grow far more powerful than anyone could ever imagine. They lived in peace knowing they were top of the food chain. That is until a certain pack made an unbelievable discovery, causing them to question their past, present, and future. Omegas aren’t supposed to exist anymore, but they couldn’t deny the fact they had found one.

“Why did you lie?”

“Jumping to conclusions, aren’t we?”

One of the witches at the table stood and came over to greet Suho. Neither was one to shake hands, so the witch offered a slight bow.

“I’m Jinki, leader of this coven, and these four are my consultants. We’re the elders here, and I hope the journey here wasn’t troublesome.”

“No.”

“Good. Now, we’ve welcomed you, but you come here with accusations.”

“Am I wrong?” Suho questioned. “Are your familiars not omegas?”

“Not all of them. So, we’re here to have a conversation.”

Jinki made his way back over to the table, summoning forth some chairs in case the others wanted to sit. This could take a while.

“You seem upset.” Jinki noted. “Why is that?”

“Because you witches lied to us. This whole time you’ve kept omegas alive and hidden from us.”

“What exactly did we lie about? Your ancestors wanted omegas removed from your pack dynamics, and so they were.”

“Then why do they still exist?”

One of the other witches burst out laughing, prompting another to do the same. It certainly added to the tension in the room.

“Is something funny?” Jeno growled.

“You guys are so dumb.” The laughing witch commented. “You really think we’re in the wrong here? That you’re the victim?”

“Kibum, that’s enough.” Jinki said. “You too, Taemin.”

“You know I’m not wrong.” Kibum countered. “The werewolves are the monsters.”

“Excuse me?” Ten spoke. “You wanna say that again.”

“This is supposed to be a civilized conversation.” Suho reminded. “Let’s not start a fight. We are guests here.”

“They started it.”

“I don’t care. In case you forgot we are in a witches coven, they outnumber us.”

“Apologies.” Jinki commented. “They’re usually better behaved, but their comments are not wrong.”

“Is that so?”

“Amuse me. What are the details of our treaty?”

“My ancestors wiped out the abomination that was vampires.” Suho explained. “To help the witches restore balance to nature. In return we were granted power by eliminating our weakest link, omegas.”

“Correct. Now tell me, when was the last time an omega was born into your packs?”

“Omegas aren’t part of our packs anymore.”

“Precisely. If it hadn’t been for this little incident, you’d be continuing your lives none the wiser to the fact omegas are alive. Outside your little pack members, no other werewolf knows omegas exist. It’d be no trouble at all to wipe all your memories right now and return you to your pack.”

“Don’t you fucken dare.” Taeyong yelled. “You can’t pretend you’re not guilty here!”

“Taeyong, isn’t it? My witch informed me of you, the one who’s very possessive of the omega. If I’m being honest with you I could have wiped your memories the second you set foot into my coven.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Out of respect to Suho I figured a conversation would be far more beneficial. As much as you don’t want to hear it, you fail to see your fault in this.”

“Then enlighten us.”

“Your ancestors committed genocide.” One of the witches stated. “Not just once, but twice.”

“Damn, Minho.” Taemin commented. “Straight to the point.”

“It’s stupid to ignore the obvious. There is a natural order to things, a balance to maintain. Of course vampires, being undead creatures that feed on the living, go against that order. To eliminate them all was to restore balance, and then your ancestors turn around looking to break it once more.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Suho asked. “My ancestors did you a favor.”

“One we did not ask for, but payment had to be given, didn’t it? Your ancestors just wanted power and they were blinded by it that they didn’t realize what the consequences of their actions would be.”

“We’re living just fine.” Ten mentioned. “So no need to worry about us.”

“Are you now?” Kibum teased. “Tell me, do you have a mate?”

“What?”

“It’s not something you werewolves partake in anymore, is it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, your soulmate, the person you feel inexplicably drawn to, who’s very scent calls to you. The one you mark with your bite, binding your souls together. Does none of that sound familiar? I bet not.”

“Your point?”

“Balance.” The last witch spoke. “Alpha, beta, and omega, the dynamic between the three maintains balance. So if you remove one, it’s all thrown off. From what everyone has seen you werewolves have surely grown in strength, but you’re far more vicious and heartless than your ancestors. So to come here and complain about your choices, it’s pathetic.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you just keep insulting us.”

“Jonghyun isn’t wrong.” Taemin added. “You wanted omegas gone, and they are.”

“You’re still lying.”

“You got what you wanted, even if it was such a ridiculous request. My ancestors knew that balance had to be maintained, and so they did just that. Omegas were removed from your packs, but kept alive. That way the natural order stayed in place, or at least well enough not to cause issues.”

“And then you kept them to yourselves.” Taeyong spat. “Like slaves. Denying them their own identities and-”

“Your ancestors slaughtered omegas!” Minho yelled. “Tore them to pieces once the magic was complete. My ancestors barely managed to save a handful for the sake of balance! You had no problem removing omegas back then, forgetting about them and moving on, and now that you discover they’re alive, all of a sudden you care for them again? When you were the ones who threw them away in the first place?”

“My kind may not be completely innocent here but you’re the ones who’ve been lying and manipulating us this whole time! You took advantage of the treaty!”

“Everyone calm down.” Jinki cut in. “Please. What happened in the past is between our ancestors, we’re only here to discuss current events. As for what was said, it’s never been our intention to take advantage of omegas, but to care for them. Despite all this, both parties have held up their end of the agreement. Your packs don’t have to deal with omegas anymore, so it’s in your best interest to let this go. Let her go.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Being back home was great, and you hadn’t even realized how much you missed it. There was a lot you needed to catch up with, but it wasn’t long before you realized you weren’t entirely alone. Seokmin noticed eyes on you, seeing two others watching. You thought maybe it was one of the witches, but you were quite surprised to see Xiaojun and Yuta. Before the other two jumped to conclusions you explained to them.

“Easy, those two are part of the pack that looked after me.”

Without invitation they got closer, probably cause they overheard you vaguely mention them. Of course both Seokmin and Jun got a little protective, stepping in front of you.

“It’s alright, they’re not going to do anything.”

“Are you alright, y/n?” Xiaojun asked. “You kinda just ran off.”

“I’m fine, just wanted to see my friends again.”

“So you two are werewolves?” Seokmin questioned.

“Yeah, why? Is there a problem?”

“No, it’s just not common to see werewolves around witches.”

“Well we’re not used to seeing wolves as familiars.” Yuta added. “Witches tend to use other creatures, so it makes me wonder.”

“We’re just as capable as anyone else.” Jun mentioned. “No need to look down on us.”

“I wasn’t, I swear. I’m just curious about the whole familiar thing. We’re not so different, so I’m just thinking out loud.”

“I guess y/n didn’t say much on the matter.”

“No she didn’t.”

“It’s not like I wanted to talk about that stuff.” You said. “It was already weird being with a pack of werewolves.”

“What’s it like?” Xiaojun asked. “Being a familiar and all that.”

“I’m not sure I understand the question.” Seokmin asked.

“I wanna know how you wound up here.”

“Xiaojun.” You hissed.

“I’m genuinely asking.”

“Well there’s not much to tell.” Seokmin continued. “We’re taken young and given to our master. We bond and grow up together. For most of our youth we remain as a wolf until we are old enough to be given a more human form. We learn to walk and talk, and begin to learn about the world around us and its history.”

“And what exactly do you as a familiar?”

“We help our master in any way we can. We learn to fight so we can protect them, and are taught about magic so we better understand those around us.”

“So you’re like a bodyguard?”

“Not quite. Witches don’t tend to leave the coven. I’d say we’re more like a connection to nature for our masters.”

“You sound more like pets than anything else.” Yuta commented.

“Yuta!”

“What? It’s true.”

“We’re not just pets.” You stated. “We’re important companions to our masters and a source of strength. We owe them our lives and are happy to serve. I’m glad I’m home with my master.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I don’t want to go back to your pack if that’s what you’re insinuating.” 

“Well it’s not up to us right now, is it?”

“If you think my master is gonna hand me over to you, then you’re crazy.”

“Woah, woah, what the hell are you talking about?” Seokmin pulled you closer to him. “What do you mean hand you over? What happened?”

“It’s nothing…”

“Y/n, as your mate it’s my job to protect you, and I can’t do that if you don’t tell me everything that is going on.”

“Mate?” Xiaojun questioned. “Werewolves don’t mate with each other anymore, let alone an omega.”

“Omega?”

“Xiaojun, shut up!”

“Y/n, what is he talking about?” Jun wondered. “What’s this about omegas, they don’t exist anymore.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Y/n.”

Jun’s sharp gaze and tone made you whimper, causing your ears to drop. The last thing you wanted to do was lie to your friends.

“The werewolves think I’m an omega…”

“You are.” Yuta corrected. “That witch admitted it. These two are the same.”

“That’s not true! It’s not…”

“I don’t care what’s true or not anymore.” Seokmin cut in. “You two can go back to your alpha or whatever and leave us alone. I’ve had enough of you.”

“Y/n is not leaving our sight.” Xiaojun stated.

“Fuck off.”

Seokmin tried to pull you away from the scene, but Xiaojun quickly grabbed your arm and yanked you back. Next thing you knew Xiaojun and Seokmin were growling at each other.

“Let go!”

“I don’t care if you think you’re her mate or something.” Xiaojun snapped. “She stays with us.”

“Please don’t fight.” You whimpered. “Or we’ll all be in trouble.”

“Y/n, you may think this is your home, but it’s not.” Yuta said. “Not for them either. You belong with us, in a pack, not as a familiar.”

“I should get to choose for myself, shouldn’t I? You guys were all about giving me a choice when it seemed like I would stay with you, but now you want to take that away? I don’t want to be an omega, and I don’t want to be in your pack!”

“Everybody just stop.” Jun cut in. “We can talk in circles but clearly our elders are speaking on whatever matter this is, am I right?”

“Yeah.” Yuta admitted. “They are.”

“Then let’s wait to see what happens on their end before we do anything.”

Xiaojun let you go, and Seokmin pulled you into his arms. He was still glaring at the other two but for now you all had to behave yourself. It was hard for Yuta to see you in someone else’s arms as he wanted nothing more than to rip you away from them. None of this felt right.

♥♥♥♥♥

“I understand you’ve gotten very attached to her, but she will not be leaving here with you.”

“And I’m just supposed to leave her here with you?” Taeyong spat. “Where you deny her true nature and use her.”

“You’re crossing the line.”

“Am I? When I removed that mark on her she was free to be her true self. Her scent was that of an omegas, she went into heat and we took care of her, she recognized her alpha, she-”

“Did she like it?” Kibum asked. “Seungcheol, I presume you told her what she is, correct?”

“Yes.”

“And how did she take that?”

“She denied it and wanted to come home.”

“So it seems she has no interest in your pack. Shouldn’t you respect her choice?”

“Is it really a choice when you’ve raised her with lies?”

“That is for her own protection!”

“Kibum, calm down.” Minho said. “Truth is I’m grateful that she was found by you. Another pack may not have discovered what she is, but even then all you had in mind were good intentions. It’s nice to know that not all werewolves these days hate omegas, but that is still not reason enough for her to go with you.”

“Why not?” Johnny questioned. “Like you said, we’ve looked after her. We’re capable of-”

“You can’t mate with her, or bond, or anything. You may have been affected by her heat as a result of lingering ties, but you certainly can’t get her pregnant. Omegas were removed from your packs, and the bond you share with each other is not able to include her.”

“Then put her back.” Taeyong suggested. “You can undo what you’ve done.”

“It doesn’t work that way.” Jinki spoke up. “Powerful magic removed omegas, so you’d need the same, if not more, power to return them. Even then, it’s an all or nothing situation. I understand you have no issue here, but what about the rest of your kind? If omegas suddenly reappear are you so sure they won’t be killed? Not to mention this goes against the treaty. Such actions without consulting all werewolves could lead to war, and omegas will lose the most.”

“Finding out you lied will do the same.”

“To be honest with you, even if I could return omegas to you right now, even if it was only her, I wouldn’t. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. Your kind have become brutal creatures, and I don’t trust you to take care of an omega. Your people betrayed them once, I don’t trust that they won’t do it again. So by now I think you understand this conversation has just been a courtesy.”

“Courtesy? For what?”

“Suho, being the elder here, I’m sure you understand how this has to end. It would be no trouble to wipe the memories of your pack mates to make this all much easier. Of course the omega in question will also forget the events that have transpired. And I say all this as it is a means of keeping the peace.”

“You can’t-”

“That’s enough, Taeyong.”

“Suho!”

“Enough.”

Taeyong glanced between Suho and Jinki, realizing they had come to their conclusion. He couldn’t believe any of this, and didn’t want to hear anything more. He left the room, and soon enough the others did the same. Suho sighed when that happened.

“Apologies.”

“It’s not your fault. This is a very unique situation. My proposal still stands. I’m sure you know what’s best.”

“I do. Although I still need to discuss with my partner if that’s alright.”

“Of course. As long as this stays among us for now there should be no issue.”

♥♥♥♥♥

Taeyong couldn’t believe what the elders had been talking about, feeling that everything had been pointless. He had to find you, so he went off the way you did before. Your scent was long faded, but he could easily track his own members. It wasn’t long before he saw them with you and two other individuals.

“Y/n.”

When you heard your name you looked around, kinda surprised to see Taeyong. As soon as you locked eyes he stormed over to you. He didn’t care to ask about Seokmin or Jun, just grabbing your arm and yanking you towards him.

“We need to talk. In private.”

“Who the hell are you?” Seokmin asked.

“Her alpha.”

“Taeyong!”

“Come on.”

“She’s not going anywhere with you!”

“No, no, no, wait!” 

You managed to hold your ground. You didn’t want a fight breaking out, especially now that the others had shown up. Seokmin and Jun would be outnumbered, but even then you didn’t want other witches to get involved.

 “Seokmin, I’m just gonna go talk to him for a few minutes and then be right back, okay?”

“I don’t trust him.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Y/n.”

“Please. I’ll be right back.”

“Five minutes.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

From there Taeyong pulled you along, dragging you into the forest around the coven village. You kept quiet until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Taeyong…”

“How do you feel about the pack?”

“Uh… I… I’m happy I met you, and grateful that you looked after me but… I’m home, this is home for me.”

“Do you know what the elders talked about? They intend to wipe your memories about us, and we’ll forget you too.”

“What…”

“They can’t do this.”

“Taeyong, the elders… what they say…”

“Are you okay with this?”

“I trust my master. If this is what is supposed to happen then I’m not gonna fight.”

“Y/n, you can’t just submit to-”

“We won’t even remember each other. There’s no point arguing now.”

“They’re gonna wipe out memories?”

Both you and Taeyong looked over to see Yuta. Without realizing he had followed you and was listening in to the conversation. Now that he knew what the others had planned he came over and grabbed you.

“Is that true? You’re just gonna forget us? After everything?”

“This is out of your hands, Yuta.”

“You can’t just leave like that. You’re one of us.”

“I’m not part of your pack.”

“Then I’ll make you.”

“Huh?”

You didn’t understand what Yuta was talking about, not until he sunk his fangs into your shoulder. A scream ripped from your throat and you managed the strength to shove Yuta off of you. Along with the pain your vision was starting to get blurry. You stumbled back a few steps before collapsing to the floor. The world was spinning around you and slowly fading to black.

“Yuta! What did you do!?”

“I… I don’t know… something just told me to bite her… and… is she gonna die?”

“Not if I have a say in it.”

Taeyong checked on you, seeing that you were barely conscious. Thankfully the scream only caught the attention of the rest of his pack mates and no one else. They rushed over, quickly questioning the scene.

“What do we do?” Xiaojun asked. “The witches-”

“We can’t tell them.” Taeyong stated. “And we can’t stay here either, we need to leave.”

“Leave?” Ten questioned. “How are we gonna do that without having the whole coven after us? Where would we even go?”

“I have an idea, but I need you to call the others. There’s a spell I’m gonna have to use.”

“Taeyong-”

“Trust me. She’s my omega, and I will take care of her just as I will take care of my pack.”

[finisnihil]

I read your post from 4/10 and wanted to double check: you mentioned that Sunday took Sparkle up on her offer to pose as Robin, but I don't remember a time when that happened? He mentioned the family had a plan + the emanator post by hyv basically says they can take on the form of other family members. If you mean the convo between Aven/Sparkle couldn't that have just been Aven's misconception? She never confirms it in that convo as far as I remember. Loved the post btw just curious

That could very well be the case as well! It's all very vague so I went with what I thought made the most sense based on context clues, which was Sparkle replaced her.

Looking at it from a meta perspective I don't see why the writers would have Aventurine say that unless the statement/question held some genuine weight. When writing you wouldn’t typically introduce the idea of Sparkle replacing Robin by her demonstrating her ability to do so believably, having her offer to do it for the Family to upkeep airs, and then bringing it up again later as Sparkle being the culprit if that’s a plot line you don’t intend to actually upkeep as it would be redundant and take up time and space.

Speaking of Sparkle not confirming it, it’s in line with her character. Sparkle as a Masked Fool lives to invoke chaos. Just because she didn’t confirm it doesn’t mean it can’t be true, think back to her conversation with Aventurine some more. She doesn’t lie to him but she doesn’t reveal her hand enough to help too much. Basically her attitude about it all can be summarized by a quote from her character trailer: “Let me tell you what foolishness is, pretending to be smart like you do. Then what is a fool? Knowing when to act clueless, like I do”.

It’s only when he’s found the right questions to ask he’s able to push her for more details, and even then she’s cagey about the information she shares. Sparkle enjoys watching everyone run around trying to manage the disaster because that’s Elation to her. It would be more out of character for her to give a clear yes or no on the matter, hell the closest she gets to giving one is implying that’s the answer by saying “…and if I say ‘no’?” Adding to this she only gets this close to giving a clear yes or no because Aventurine entices her with the idea it will cause further chaos.

But then again, 2.1's writing decieved us in a lot of ways so like you said, it could've been a misconception. This is just my take on the matter based on what we’re given.

By the by, which Emanator post do you refer to specifically? I don’t recall seeing the information they can take on the form of other family members on any Insta posts (I don’t use Twitter/X) or the big Emanator rundown the official HSR account posted on HoyoLab. If I missed it I’d like to know!

Tbh when analyzing media like HSR, which is constantly updating in real time, you're always running the risk of getting something wrong simply because you're working with an incomplete puzzle. Some of my analysis posts don't hold nearly as much water as they did before 2.1 and whatnot so if I am wrong on that I wouldn’t be too surprised. I try to keep up to date on the lore to the best of my ability as it’s the main reason I even play the game but until Penacony is complete and we have a full picture to work with I really appreciate people like you bringing possible holes in my analysis to my attention!

I’m really glad you liked my post and tysm for the ask! Have a great day, mwah!

[divingtheobscure]

The Library Chapter 3

“Are you done yet?” Your question seemed to have worked. Because the monkey king quickly stopped screaming when he heard your voice. Transitioning from a scared monkey into a calm collected Cercopithecoidea in a matter of seconds, thank you to all the encyclopedias in your library for that knowledge. While the monkey king can treat it like it never happened, you know full well what just happened. And you’re pretty sure your ears are still ringing. You didn’t have time to make sure though, because the monkey king quickly gasps when he sees what stood before him. You couldn’t hold in a smile either, knowing that the travel scroll has finally shown its true power.

“Wait, isn’t this the city?” Monkey king asks, before looking down and taking notice of his form “What the—! Why am I a...?! Translucent golden ghost?” The monkey king only added the ghost part when children phased through him like he’s nothing but air.

“That’s because only our spirits are here. Physically, our bodies are asleep back at my place.” You explained before walking in a random direction. Letting the monkey follow you at his own pace.

“So, this is how the travel scroll works. Gotta say, it’s neat! But why did the scroll take us here of all places?”

“Well.” You started “you said you needed to find a successor. That’s why I asked the scroll to take us where we can find you one.”

“How did you do that? With your mind?”

“You can say that. Now, Monkey king.” You stopped when you both finally reached the center of the city. Spreading your arms wide to show your scale compared to the bustling metropolis.

“Welcome to Megapolis!”

A look of realization then spread across the monkey’s face “Oh! So that’s what the city is called!”

. . . Okay that only means the monkey king knew of this place, but never bothered to know the name of. But you know that’s a completely different story. Setting your arms to cross them, you told the monkey king with no hesitation “You know you don’t have to lie to me. Communication is needed if we’re going to find you successor.”

When the monkey king kept the surprised look on his face, you smirked. Victory is yours this time “One point for me.”

You said before continuing to walk. You then felt the monkey king catch up.

“Woah woah woah! Hold it right there missy! Since when was this a game?” The monkey king’s voice remained playful, but you quickly started to scold yourself internally. This is the monkey king! The monkey king! One that Lady Guanyin sent to you for help! And you just had to play detective just to get back at him for catching your lie about the travel scroll. Immediately, you tried to fix it.

“Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude!” You looked the other way before he could see the red in your face. Did you make it worse?

“You were being rude? I’ll be honest you gotta do better than that. Because if anyone here is the king of rudeness, that’d be me.”

You turned to the monkey king, the red immediately leaving your cheeks. . .

And then you let out a small laugh “Who the heck is proud of that?” you asked. You never really expected that from the all mighty monkey king. That’s what got you laughing in the first place.

“Uh, me? Anyways. You didn’t answer my question, since when did this became a game?”

You pretended to ponder the question before answering “I don’t know really, since I felt like one upping your little observation about my lie.”

The pieces then clicked together in monkey king’s head “Ah, I see how it is. But I’ll say it again, you gotta do better than that. I mean, your lie was bigger than mine. How do you know you just got a lucky guess?”

Oh. It. Is. On. You turned to smirk at the monkey king “Is that a challenge I hear monkey?”

“Why not? I mean, it’s been a while since someone can challenge my observational skills. Might put a little spice in my oh so dreary immortal life.” He then offered his hand for a handshake “What do you say?”

You stared at it for a moment before another suggestion popped in your head “What are the stakes here?”

Now it’s time for the monkey king to ponder on it “How about favors? Winner gets three special favors from the loser. Sounds pretty cool and useful don’t ya think?”

You debated with yourself on this. Hopefully the monkey king isn’t trapping you in some binding contract that you will regret. But on the other hand, he’s been nothing but playful and patient with you. He didn’t even take offense to when you acted smug. A little too smug in your opinion. Maybe he really doesn’t mean you any harm? He is looking for a successor to protect the world and all. No one truly evil would want that, unless the monkey king is lying to you. As far as your observations go though. . .

He's not lying to you. Not one bit. He’s just, hiding somethings.

“Deal.”

You two firmly shook hands. Sealing the deal of your little game of observations, theorizing and wondering what you could both unravel. . . “Wait, what are we doing here again?” You asked when your senses finally came back to you, you’re in the travel scroll. In search of something, or someone important.

[insanelyadd]

If the song fits it fits, regardless of possible embarrassment. Anyway, lets hear what songs you put together, and what your reasons are!

Oh ho ho, you just gave me a chance to talk about music, hee hee hoo hoo.

Okay so I'll start with the playlist I made for the Collector, as a heads up note about all of these playlists, I am far from done, so while they're all short right now, I will be getting around to adding more.

Through Glass by Stone Sour -

'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has passed All I know is that it feels like forever When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home Sitting all alone inside your head How do you feel? That is the question But I forget you don't expect an easy answer When something like a soul becomes initialized And folded up like paper dolls and little notes You can't expect a bit of hope So while you're outside looking in Describing what you see Remember what you're staring at is me (...) How much is real? So much to question An epidemic of the mannequins Contaminating everything We thought came from the heart It never did right from the start Just listen to the noises (Null and void instead of voices) Before you tell yourself It's just a different scene Remember it's just different from what you've seen (...) And it's the stars The stars that shine for you And it's the stars The stars that lie to you, yeah-ah And it's the stars The stars that shine for you And it's the stars The stars that lie to you, yeah-ah

I cannot stress enough that these are the actual lyrics and I did not move them around or anything, all I did was remove the repeating verses/choruses. This song came out in 2006. An absolute shoe-in to be used in AMVs for this little guy except it's a rock song from 2006 and not an indie-pop song from the last five years and it's also not popular.

I was doing my usual thing like a week or two ago where I go through a bunch of songs I heard on the radio when I was in elementary school and as I was relistening to this song I felt like I had lost my mind. I remember relating to this song a lot when I was little kid because the song is about being lonely, and I think the Collector would relate to it too. More kids should listen to rock music from the 2000s because I am deluded* and think a lot of it is good. Music critics tremble before me when they try to say nu metal is bad and I just say "Nah".

(*Yes I do have psychosis and have delusions for realsies, I can use this word)

After this it's all under the cut because this post will end up being long because I fucking love talking about lyrics and the fun little picture shows my brain makes when I hear a song that fits a character. if you don't feel like reading the Archivists playlist discussion be happy knowing I summed all of them up in one picture:

No Lullaby by Siames -

What's the meaning when you have a broken home, home, home? Where's the love when you were left on your own? So alone

The most relevant lyrics in the song are the chorus because the verses on this song are super abstract, like more than their other songs that I've heard. Final lines of the song are the above lines but instead of "so alone" it says "Who says you're on your own?" which feels like how their arc concludes in the show.

All the Best by Siames -

Let's play pretend now Don't be afraid, no Stop being worried this could be the way We are what we made up Ready for a new start Follow your dreams no other way will be that great And I'll keep searching for all the best Picture yourself in a rocket and believe you can be anything you want The meaning of our actions feeds the power of attraction, let it flow Just let it flow It's right under our noses Going through our minds With passion and devotion (with passion and devotion) Your light can be our sun

I feel the lyrics here are pretty self-explanatory. Since the band is Argentinian I'm going to forgive any wonkyness in the lyrics.

Steal My Sunshine by LEN -

Genuinely the lyrics for this song are very abstract but apparently it was written when the brother and sister of the group were having a fight. Though I think the lines "And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done, So I missed a million miles of fun" are pretty good. Also it sort of just sounds like a song he would like.

Island In The Sun by Wheezer -

On an island in the sun We'll be playing and having fun And it makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain We'll run away together We'll spend some time forever We'll never feel bad anymore

Escapism, sun motif, easy pick for the Collector. Plus the song itself has this sort of fun, laid back up-beatness to it.

Kids by MGMT -

You were a child, crawling on your knees toward it Making momma so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing You pick the insects off plants No time to think of consequences Control yourself Take only what you need from it A family of trees wanting To be haunted (...) The memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made and not bought But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot, I guess not

I made a whole AMV for the Collector and King set to this song, it's a perfect fit, if I were to post all the relevant lyrics I would probably end up posting the whole song. Actually fuck it I'll post them anyways for everyone who's never heard this song.

Fine by Lemon Demon - (the sped up version)

Light is on the way, we'll be having a fun time It's such a lovely day, we should pocket the sunshine And never give it back, even if there's a heat wave We're stalling on the track, it will just be a close shave I know (I know) That in a snap, all the birds will sing I know (I know) I'm full of crap, but still Everything works out nice in the end The sun will marry the moon It'll be fine Why don't we sit back, mellow again And have a nice afternoon? It'll be fine

I feel like this is a fun song for them. Once again sun and moon imagery in the song, outwardly cheerful and bouncy in that way, but menacing at the same time.

GRRRLS by Aviva - (specifically the version that's a Collector animatic)

I can't explain it better than the video explains itself, so here's a link

Best of You by Foo Fighters -

I've got another confession to make I'm your fool Everyone's got their chains to break Holding you Were you born to resist or be abused? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best The best of you?

I think it fits thematically with the Collector breaking free from the cycle of abuse he was subjected to.

When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down -

So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone Everything I am and everything in me Wants to be the one you wanted me to be I'll never let you down even if I could I'd give up everything if only for your good So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong You can hold me when I'm scared, you won't always be there So love me when I'm gone Love me when I'm gone But when your education x-ray cannot see under my skin I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends Been roaming through this darkness, I'm alive but I'm alone And part of me is fighting this but part of me is gone

Most annoying thing on the face of the earth when you're making playlists for child characters or siblings with terrible relationships is probably that every goddamn song you find where the lyrics are vague enough to be interpreted as a familial relationship and not romantic was probably still originally written to be romantic *strangles amatonormativity with my bare fucking hands for an hour straight*

So anyways in this context the song is about the Collector trying to reconcile their feelings about their family being shitty with their want to connect and love people and be comforted by the familiar.

Now for the playlists for the Archivists. I encourage you to look at the scroll bar on your screen. I will not judge you for looking at it and deciding you've read enough, especially since my Archivists (anyone's Archivists really) are totally made up and are basically OCs inhabiting a hole left by canon. I still have fun with them tho.

Penumbra first because she has the shortest playlist (Sorry Penny it's hard to find songs about being stressed by raising your younger siblings and being emotionally and mentally drained by stress)

Help! by The Beatles -

So much younger than today (I never need) I never needed anybody's help in any way (Now) but now these days are gone (these days are gone) I'm not so self assured (And now I find) now I find I've changed my mind And opened up the doors (...) In oh so many ways (My independ-) my independence seems to vanish in the haze (But) but every now and then (now and then) I feel so insecure

Once again on closer inspection of the lyrics I think this is AGAIN about romance. I choose to ignore it. I Do Not See It. I'm taking the implications out back and shooting them. Mainly I chose this song because it was kind of funny for everyone's playlists to be songs from the last 30 years mostly and Penny is out here like "I relate to this Beatles song which is a literal cry for help" someone save this woman (nonbinary).

Stressed Out by twenty one pilots -

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from? I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one

*putting on a very serious face* She's stressed, she yearns for the nostalgia of when she wasn't responsible for so many things. The part about making money means nothing because I don't think Collectors participate in any economy because it's implied they don't need to eat and they could probably just magic up whatever they want/need.

Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine -

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind You can't carry it with you if you want to survive And I never wanted anything from you Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that

She wants to stop being so stressed out all the time but I think if she suddenly stopped experiencing it she would probably explode. Girl needs a therapist so badly. And a vacation. I like this song because when I looked up the meaning it was like "Bad days will end and things will get better one day" and the lyrics describe the incoming happiness as graphically fatal and terrifying in its approach like being hit by a fucking train in the first two lines of the song.

D.A.N.C.E. by Justice -

No need to analyze the lyrics here, I think she would just genuinely like this song and dance to it, though I think part of it is that there's a little bit of desperation in the way it's sung, like "please dance you have to dance or you will die" which is probably how she would feel if she was given time to relax like "oh wow this has never happened before, am I supposed to be afraid?"

Next I'll do Crescent because why not. "Birth" order, sure. Also Crescent's songs should be fairly easy to explain

The Pretender by Foo Fighters -

Keep you in the dark You know they all pretend Keep you in the dark And so it all began Send in your skeletons Sing as their bones go marching in again They need you buried deep The secrets that you keep are ever ready Are you ready? (...) What if I say I'm not like the others? What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays? You're the pretender What if I say I will never surrender? I'm the voice inside your head You refuse to hear I'm the face that you have to face Mirroring your stare I'm what's left, I'm what's right I'm the enemy I'm the hand that'll take you down Bring you to your knees So, who are you? Yeah, who are you? Yeah, who are you? Yeah, who are you? Keep you in the dark You know they all pretend

I mean. She's a liar, a pretender, she's keeping a secret (having their parent taken away) from her siblings. He's an evil bastard. This explanation will be the standard response to most songs in this playlist but maybe from different angles.

Dangerous by Big Data ft Joywave -

Nobody's listening when we're alone Nobody's listening, there's nobody listening, No one can hear us when we're alone No one can hear us, no, no one can hear us And I've gotta get out of here Sink down, into the dark Keep on running I've gotta get out of here (Keep on running) Sink down, into the dark You understand, they got a plan for us I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous It must be fate, I found a place for us I bet you didn't know someone could love you this much

A little bit uncharacteristically paranoid for Crescent tbh, but the song is fucking awesome and even though the most fitting part of the song is only one line "I bet you didn't know that I was dangerous" it is sung in this sort of taunting way that really has enough threatening intent to be perfect for him.

Miss Murder by AFI -

With just a look, they shook And heavens bowed before him Simply a look can break your heart The stars that pierce the sky He left them all behind We're left to wonder why He left us all behind

After reading the lyrics I have a suspicion they aren't what 10 year old me interpreted them to be about. That's alright. I can imagine the verses are about all the times Crescent has made cults to worship her (I have a HC that Collectors primarily do this as a means of acquiring samples from all the planets they visit because it's easier to convince the most advanced life on the planet that you are a god who demands tribute and getting them to mobilize for you VS going around finding all the animals and plants and whatever else yourself).

I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters -

I've got to hand it to you You've played by all the same rules It takes the truth to fool me And now you've made me angry I can't decide Whether you should live or die Oh, you'll probably go to heaven Please don't hang your head and cry No wonder why My heart feels dead inside It's cold and hard and petrified Lock the doors and close the blinds We're going for a ride

Did I tell you guys??? Did I mention??? Crescent likes to kill people???? Most interesting part of this choice is how the truth will fool him, which is true. If she believes something that isn't true about you and makes the wrong assumptions based on that it's better for you in the long run, though continued exposure to her increases the chances that he'll eventually realize he made the wrong guess and then he'll get Very Mad about it.

Breezeblocks by alt-J -

No lyrical analysis because yeah they don't really fit but I like the song for the vibe, mainly the ending, though that sort of repetitive mania isn't really in line with how I characterize Crescent. I personally love it, this song triggers my mania sometimes and it's great.

Lone Digger by Caravan Palace -

Another one where it's less about how I write the character and more about what I think she'd like to listen or dance to. I think she would enjoy the frantic energy of the song.

You're Gonna Go Far Kid by Offspring -

Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time And turning all against the one is an art that's hard to teach Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet (...) With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives Slowly out of line, and drifting closer in your sight So play it out, I'm wide awake, it's a scene about me There's something in your way and now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, well, it's all because of me

I feel like the picture here is clear, liar, manipulative, doesn't show her true face so she's always in disguise (metaphorically), the implication of murder/fighting. *slaps the hood of this song* This baby can fit so many of Crescent's worst qualities in it.

I Get It by CheVelle -

So you say you're ignored, as it is Well, give us your sad, sad trip You're right, I get it It all makes sense, you're the perfect person So bright, so wrong Let's all live in your imaginary life Assumed it's whether We're right, or wrong We're doomed and there's plenty for all How dare you catch me counting? How dare you call at all? How dare you call this suffering? How dare you call at all?

Crescent's inner monologue if either of the Twins voice their concerns about anything. Someone needs to hit him with a car.

Annihilation by A Perfect Circle -

It's your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice, Peace or annihilation

This song I think is originally about the American military industrial complex and nuclear war. So anyways for my dumb little OC's playlist this is basically the choice they give the people of the planets they visit if they start to get hostile. "Hey, I know things are tense but have you considered that I will boil your oceans and burn your world to ash if you don't choose to be nice?" Obviously it's also another instance of the song only really having one or two lines that strongly fit the vibe but you see the vision?

You're Going Down by Sick Puppies -

Define your meaning of war To me, it's what we do when we're bored I feel the heat comin' off of the blacktop And it makes me want it more Because I'm hyped up, out of control If it's a fight, I'm ready to go I wouldn't put my money on the other guy If you know what I know that I know (...) This is hardly worth fighting for But it's the little petty shit that I can't ignore When my fist hits your face and your face hits the floor It'll be a long time comin' Bet you got the message now 'Cause I was never goin' Yeah, you're the one that's going down

Oh hey one thing I haven't said about Crescent yet is she sometimes beats the shit out of her siblings (mainly Solari who instigates it on purpose even though she knows she'll lose because it's worth it to them to get under his skin). Well when I say "beats the shit out of them" I mean it more like Crescent can get a single good solid hit in and it knocks Solari down and the fight is over. Solari has never actually been mad enough to push their luck into a full-on brawl with Crescent. If Solari actually, for real, wants to fight him then she duels him with magic instead because it's an even match-up.

Next up I'll do Solari

She also has You're Going Down, but intended from the opposite perspective, while Crescent is the singer, Solari is the listener.

The Red by CheVelle -

The red Well, it filters through So lay down The threat is real When his sight Goes red again Seeing red again Seeing red again

You might be wondering, is this another song from Solari's perspective about Crescent? No. Solari gets so mad she basically loses all control of herself, hence the destruction of property she does. If they ever got actually mad enough to actually fight Crescent for real with their hands, she would be a very dirty fighter. She sees Crescent on her missions visiting the worlds of mortals. She's watched him fight for thousands of years. Crescent has never seen Solari fight with their hands. She might not be as physically strong as he is but she would be able to have the advantage of Crescent not knowing what to expect. Plus if Satellite is there and something has made their twin THAT mad then they would join in too.

Headstrong by Trapt -

Conclusions manifest Your first impressions got to be your very best I see you're full of shit and that's alright That's how you play, I guess you get through every night Well, now that's over I see your fantasy You wanna make it a reality paved in gold See inside, inside of our heads, yeah Well, now that's over I see your motives inside Decisions to hide Back off, I'll take you on Headstrong to take on any one I know that you are wrong Headstrong, we're headstrong

Solari's mind when they're about to start shit with Crescent again. Unrelated I saw the band was marked red on my screen earlier and I was like "???" for a half second before remembering the lead singer is a dipshit loser who whines on twitter and facebook because I guess he has nothing better to do. May the miserable cretin never chart again.

Oh No! by Marina -

I just wanna change I just wanna change I just wanna change I just wanna change I just wanna change I know exactly what I want and who I want to be I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh! One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart Maybe it is all a test 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst So I always act like I'm the best

We've come to the portion of the playlist where Solari is consumed by guilt and regret. It's actually not separated like that, I'm just saying these lines speak to how she wants to change who she is as a person because she realizes she doesn't like who she currently is. Not that Penumbra or Crescent would know she's trying to get better, because Solari doesn't respect either of them and does not put in effort into improving herself for them, she's doing it for her little brother, the Collector. Even if she never gets to see them again.

Bother by Stone Sour -

Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther But once I hold on I won't let go 'til it bleeds Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I cared at all Never had a voice to protest So you fed me shit to digest I wish I had a reason My flaws are open season For this, I gave up trying One good turn deserves my dying

I did mention they are being eaten alive by guilt and regrets right? This is for when Solari is having a bad time in her head.

Riot by Three Days Grace -

If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off, so stepped on You're not the only one refusing to back down You're not the only one, so get up Let's start a riot A riot Let's start a riot

Solari is ready and back to being angry. They totally would incite a riot if they felt like they had a good enough reason to start one.

Fine Again by Seether -

And I am aware now Of how everything's gonna be fine One day, too late, I'm in Hell I am prepared now Seems everyone's gonna be fine One day, too late, just as well I feel a dream in me expire And there's no one left to blame it on I hear you label me a liar 'Cause I can't seem to get this through

Just kidding it's Solari Emo Hours again. The only line in the song that doesn't really apply are the lines about staying sober because I HC that there isn't really any chemical that has any effect on Collectors like that. Anyways this is Solari being like "Wow the two older siblings were able to just go back to pretending everything is fine after getting rid of our baby sibling what the fuck."

These next three songs Solari shares with Satellite so I'll talk about why I chose them for both.

Send the Pain Below by CheVelle -

I liked having hurt So send the pain below Where I need it You used to beg me to take care of things And smile at the thought of me failing But long before having hurt I'd send the pain below I'd send the pain below Much like suffocating Much like suffocating (...) You used to run me away all while laughing Then cry about the fact 'til I returned But long before having hurt I'd send the pain below I'd send the pain below

This is a bit messy but whenever the lines say "You did this" that's a perspective shift for the line from the twins' perspective to The Collector. Basically another song about the twins regretting being shitheads to their baby brother.

Breaking The Habit by Linkin Park -

Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again I don't want to be the one The battles always choose 'Cause inside I realize That I'm the one confused I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way I know it's not alright So, I'm breaking the habit I'm breaking the habit tonight

I'm going to assume some of this song is about some type of addiction. I'm disregarding that. Anyways the part about behavioral issues and not knowing why you act the way you do does align with the twins, and I mentioned it previously with Solari, about her trying to get better for the Collector, if he ever returns, but the same applies to Satellite. Though Satellite is at least attempting to practice this with Penumbra and Crescent. It's kind of difficult because they're so afraid of both of them, and Crescent avoids talking to them whenever he's actually around.

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men -

I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear The stairs creak as you sleep It's keeping me awake It's the house telling you to close your eyes And some days I can't even dress myself It's killing me to see you this way 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore There's an old voice in my head That's holding me back Well, tell her that I miss our little talks Soon it will be over and buried with our past We used to play outside when we were young And full of life and full of love Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear 'Cause though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Don't listen to a word I say (Hey) The screams all sound the same (Hey) And though the truth may vary This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart There's nothing we can do Just let me go, we'll meet again soon Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around I'll see you when I fall asleep

Yeah it's basically the full song. Once again the lyrics were vague and I had to dig around to find out it was written with romance in mind but I am sending my fucking mind beams out and blowing that up. Anyways tell me this couldn't be about Satellite and Solari's guilt for how they treated their little sibling and the last verse here where they "watched you disappear" is about when the Collector was imprisoned, and the torn apart bit is how they feel about their family. I might not identify as asexual anymore (further testing necessary I'll get back to you all on this if it turns out to be true) but I am still going to be fucking grabbing songwriters in my mouth and violently shaking them. Please can you just write complex interesting relationships into songs without being "OH YEAH IT'S ROMANCE" man there's other types of love. Please. I am on my fucking hands and knees.

*double checks playlist* Oh shit Fine Again by Seether is also on Satellite's playlist. Same explanation applies. Don't feel like moving shit around and adding accommodations in the existing text, I've been working on this for four hours because I have severe ADHD and I am dogshit at prioritizing anything.

If you get this far comment on the post about my brave stance that if a candle smells good enough I would eat it. It hasn't happened yet but my toasted coconut s'more candle tempts me every fucking time I smell it.

Anyways now it's Just Satellite

Unwell by Matchbox Twenty -

Hold on, feelin' like I'm headed for a breakdown And I don't know why But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know, right now you can't tell But stay a while and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know, right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be, me

Fun fact I actually listen to this song when I feel like I might be about to have a bout of existential terror or some other flavor of mental breakdown and singing along to it calms me down. Obviously, Satellite would be able to relate about feeling gripped by a nebulous madness that Changes You when it hits. I actually have an idea for what I might have unintentionally gave them. Like. This is buried deep enough no one will hit it.

Anyways like a few days after I wrote my fucking long ass post about the Archivists and Collector's relationships and related HC and shit I began wondering. "Am I Autistic??" Asked a friend who is autistic and has ADHD at the same time (like what I would have if the answer to this wonder is yes) and she gave me some things to read about it and I was like "oh my fucking god this is literally all me." and then, because I'm some type of menace freak and I reread my posts that I like frequently, I reread my post about the Archivists and shit and I was like "Ah fuck are they all autistic??? I knew I couldn't write neurotypical people because I have literally never been one but seriously??????"

Point is: I might be autistic. Mentioning it here and now because it seems like getting an actual diagnosis is going to be a huge fucking pain in the ass and won't happen for months. And I might have made the Archivists all autistic or probably other slivers of my various other mental illnesses because I am physically incapable writing a neurotypical person. Circling around to what started this tangent: Satellite absolutely has autistic meltdowns. I don't know if ADHD people get meltdowns like how I imagine Satellite gets them, but they are modeled after My Own experiences with having meltdowns. So anyways back to music analysis in relation to my dumbass little OCs.

Bound For The Floor by Local H -

Born to be down I've learned all my lessons before now Born to be down I think you'll get used to it And you just don't get it, you keep it copacetic And you learn to accept it, you know you're so pathetic (...) Born to be down I think that I've said this before now Born to be down What good is confidence?

I've actually always related this song to mental illness, ever since I was a kid, I always associated the song with the struggles of growing up neurodivergent and how it beats you down and you learn to accept it and live with it.

Words As Weapons by Seether -

All I really want is something beautiful to say Keep me locked up in your broken mind I keep searchin', never been able to find a Light behind your dead eyes Not anything at all You keep living in your own lie, ever-deceitful and ever-unfaithful Keep me guessin', keep me terrified Take everything from my world (...) Keep me dumb, keep me paralyzed Why try swimming? I'm drowning in fables You're not that saint that you externalize You're not anything at all It's oh-so playful when you demonize To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able Words are weapons I'd be terrified You're nothing in my world

Now a song for how Satellite feels about Crescent. Once again, about a person who lies and projects a self that isn't true to who they really are, and the singer is terrified of them, which fits because that's how Satellite feels about their older brother. Crescent is physically strong and gifted with weapons but her best weapon is her charisma and charm and how she uses it to manipulate people.

Keep Talking by Pink Floyd -

There's a silence surrounding me I can't seem to think straight I sit in the corner And no one can bother me I think I should speak now (why won't you talk to me?) I can't seem to speak now (you never talk to me) My words won't come out right (what are you thinking?) I feel like I'm drowning (what are you feeling?) I'm feeling weak now (why won't you talk to me?) But I can't show my weakness (you never talk to me) I sometimes wonder (what are you thinking?) Where do we go from here (what are you feeling?) I feel like I'm drowning (You never talk to me) you know I can't breathe now (What are you thinking?) We're going nowhere (What are you feeling?) We're going nowhere (Why won't you talk to me?) (You never talk to me) (What are you thinking?) (Where do we go from here?)

Now I saved this one for last even though it was literally the first song I ever started associating with Satellite because I think it really fits them. I think this is what it's like from their perspective when they have a meltdown. I don't really know how else to describe it so I guess I'll break this down line by line because sunk cost fallacy at this point why not.

"There's a silence surrounding me" in my own experience with meltdowns, which is what Satellite's are based off of, I find that all the blood rushes to my ears and I sort of lose the ability to recognize sound?

"I can't seem to think straight" probably self-explanatory but in my experience I stop having coherent thought and kind of only think in impulses.

"I sit in the corner, and no one can bother me," though this wasn't always the case (like when you're a child experiencing this you don't really understand what is even happening, and you develop this later in like when it's more like "ah this shit again") you will typically try to remove yourself from the situation that is causing you the distress that makes you have a meltdown in the first place.

"I think I should speak now, I can't seem to speak now, My words won't come out right" this could either be interpreted as a meltdown where you just shut down and stop talking or a meltdown where you fucking scream, I tended to have ones where I would just scream, but that might be because when I get the other way I end up crying silently instead so I might have filed those moments away as just normal "I am sad" moments?

"I feel like I'm drowning" meltdowns can be overwhelming, and when I'm overwhelmed I tend to stop my feet and flail my arms and sort of contort myself because?? I don't know. It feels like I'm trying to escape my own body honestly. Drowning in myself.

"I'm feeling weak now, but I can't show my weakness" this shit is fucking humiliating to have happen in public and around other people man, it sucks ass.

So anyways that is my ridiculously long ass post about music and my little bastards (and baby, the Collector is only baby) that I spent FIVE HOURS writing. I am going to go wash my hands because Bad Texture, drink some water, and then get floor time which is time where I lie face down on my floor and pretend to be a dead body.

[cityofdownwardspirals]

Magnus was just supposed to go out for a quick run. He thought listening to some music and being out in the fresh air could help get him out of his bad headspace. Oh, he couldn't have been more wrong.

"I will give you 50$ if you pretend to me my boyfriend." The words were out before Magnus could even give them any more thought.

The guy he was talking to looked at him, confused, before he took his AirPods out and that is when Magnus realized he hadn't even heard him. "I'm sorry?" the man asked, panting from his running session.

Magnus almost didn't want to repeat it. He almost wanted to dismiss it and lie and ask what the time was or something like that because this was insane. He couldn't just ask a random guy running in the park to be his fake boyfriend. But then his eyes darted towards the direction of his distress and he saw Camille walking toward them and panicked.

"I know this sounds very weird, but I will give you any amount of money you want if you pretend to be my boyfriend," he said and he realized how desperate that sounded but couldn't bring himself to care in that moment. He would rather sound desperate than let Camille get to him.

The guy's eyes widened as his breathing started settling. "What?" he asked, his voice going up an octave.

Before Magnus could repeat his request, Camille was next to them already. "Hello, Magnus," she said in a sweet tone that Magnus knew was all a load of crap.

He looked away from the guy to look at his ex and as soon as he saw her face all his confidence left him. He was right back in that moment where she broke up with him and told him no one would ever love him, that he was too much and too difficult to love.

"Aw...cat got your tongue?" She asked, her voice grating. "You look just as pathetic as you did a week ago, I guess you haven't moved on..." she added and then her eyes darted to the stranger, as if just noticing he was there.

That is when Magnus found it within himself to answer to answer. "I have," he said, tiltong his head toward the stranger. He couldn't see the man's face but considering the fact he hadn't walked away, Magnus decided to take a chance.

Camille seemed to take in the guy, looking him up and down and laughing. "Him? Please, I am not buying it. He looks confused to be here."

And Magnus felt small in that moment because Camille always knew how to make him feel that way. He was ready to admit his defeat and to just leave when the other guy spoke. "Actually," he said in a serious tone. "I am just confused about where you got the damn audacity to talk to Magnus like that from," he said and that made Magnus turn his face towards him as well. That is when he saw the determined look on the guy's face.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Camille asked, her sardonic smile gone.

"I am Alec, Magnus’s boyfriend. Who are you?" he said and at that he put am arm around Magnus’s waist protectively.

"I'm Camille, I'm sure Magnus has mentioned me."

Alec looked at her blankly and Magnus couldn't help but snicker at the offended look on Camille's face. "I can't say I've heard of you. Guess we just have more important stuff to do than talk about you," he said non-chalantly and damn he knew this was his fake boyfriend but Magnus was ready to kiss Alec then and this attitude was hot.

So I couldn't get this out of my head since I got the idea for it last night. Full fic coming after my exams 👀

[drabbles-mc]

Idle Hands

Pope Heyward x Cleo

For Day 1 of @whumpril 2023: distress call

Warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, vague mentions of events in s3

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: My first Pope/Cleo fic! I just love them so much. Easing myself back into the whump state of mind with this one. Hope you enjoy!

OBX Taglist: @garbinge @passionatewrites (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

There was a point, after the first couple of days on the island, that the reality of it all started to sink in. Everyone was making do, and they were all doing a good job of that. In the backs of everyone’s minds, though, was the fact that there was no knowing when they were going to be found. If they were going to be found. Some of them were coping with the state of things better than others.

“You okay?” Cleo asked Pope as she sat down next to him just outside the cave.

Pope nodded, not turning to look at her. He knew that if he looked at her instead of at the sun that was starting to sink down over the horizon, he wouldn’t be able to lie to her.

“I’m good,” he finally said after a few seconds of silent nodding.

Cleo laughed quietly, turning her head so that she was facing him. Just because he wouldn’t look at her, it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t look at him. She lightly bumped her shoulder against his, finally getting him to glance over at her.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Pope,” she told him earnestly. Once she let that statement hang in the air for a moment, a smile broke out across her face. “Besides, you’re no good at it anyway.”

That got Pope to crack a small smile for a moment. It was gone fast though as the serious, worried look reappeared on his face. He shook his head, dropping his face into his hands for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say, how to express his thoughts without sounding ridiculous.

“It’s been a week,” he said slowly, trying to choose his words carefully, “and we haven’t seen anyone, anything pass by. No boats, no planes, nothing.”

“Yea, and?” she said, despite having a good idea of where his train of thought was going.

“That’s a long time to go without seeing anyone.”

She shrugged, dragging her fingertips through the sand. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he repeated back to her, shock and offense in his voice. “Cleo, how many times in your life have you gone a whole week without seeing people?” He paused and shook his head, but before Cleo could even get the start of her response out, he continued. “Oh, and how many times has that happened to you while you were stranded on some random island with no way to contact anyone and no one except some of the worst people in the world knew what happened to you?”

Cleo was trying to bite back a smile. It wasn’t that she found his anger or fear funny, but there was something so theatrical sometimes about the way he expressed himself. She’d noticed that about all of the pogues in different moments—it was hard not to smile about it.

“I can’t say that it’s ever happened to me before.”

He threw his hands in exasperation. “Exactly.”

“So, tell me, Pope, what’s all this worrying doin’ for you?”

“How are you not worried?” he countered.

“I am!” she said with a laugh. “I am. But staying up, pullin’ my hair out about it, isn’t going to help anyone.”

“Am I supposed to just pretend that I’m not freaking out over the possibility of us never getting off this island?”

She shook her head. “No. But also,” she bumped his shoulder again, “there’s no point in drownin’ yourself in those thoughts all the time. Take a break from it. Or do something productive with it.”

“I did,” he replied immediately.

“Did what?” She was using her knife to draw in the sand now.

“I did something productive with it.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Of course you did.” She looked over at him. “What’d you do, then, Gray Pipe?”

He gestured back towards the cave. “I got all our flares stored safely somewhere dry, somewhere that JJ won’t find them.” They both chuckled at that. “And, on the upper side of the island, I got a bunch of wood all set up for a smoke signal if we see a boat or a plane going by.”

She nodded, clearly impressed. “When’d you sneak off to do all that?”

“I didn’t sneak.”

“Right, right.” Tucking her knife away, she leaned back so she was resting on the palms of her hands.

“So now what am I supposed to do?”

Cleo shrugged. “Wait. Try to enjoy the island paradise while you got it.” She saw the look on his face and she could tell that he wasn’t buying it. “Don’t worry, Pope, you’ll be able to make your distress call soon enough. Just make it count, yea? Don’t wanna burn through all the wood on the island.”

He chuckled quietly at that. “I won’t.” There was a long stretch of silence between them before he finally said, “I wonder what my parents are doing.”

There it was. Cleo’s eyes dropped to the sand beneath their feet for a moment before she looked back out at the ocean. The sun was almost gone now, colors of the sky starting to give way to darkness. She couldn’t remember the last time she wondered about her family, or anyone really. It seemed like at this point, most of the pogues were more or less in the same both with her on that. No one really had families that they could go back to, or wanted to go back to. Except Pope. He was lucky for that.

“Probably wondering about what you’re doing,” she told him honestly.

“I need to see them again, Cleo. I need to get home to them.”

There was a small ache in her chest as she listened to him, heard the desperation and pain in his voice. Most days she was thankful that she didn’t have anyone to miss like that, no one with that kind of hold on her. In that moment, though, even if she would never tell anyone, she wished that she had someone out there wondering about her.

She cleared her throat, making sure no extra emotion crept in. Reaching over, she rested her hand on top of his as she said, “You will—you’re gonna make it home.”

He looked down for a second where their hands rested together, but neither of them moved or commented on it. “Thank you,” he finally told her.

“’Course.” She flashed him a smile, trying to lighten the heavy mood that was settling over the both of them. “Can’t have the brains around here flying off the deep end, can I?”

Pope laughed, shaking his head as the sad look in his eyes slowly started to face. “Can’t have that.”

[nehswritesstuffs]

banish every gaslight; let clarity shine - Part 1

I’ve been stewing over this for, like, three/four months at the very least and it recently exploded in my drafts so congrats y’all are being subjected to this now.

2694 words to start, going to be over 12-15k altogether; shout out to @gendervapor14 who was not my beta per say, but they did suffer through my ranting and raving and raging over this fic (so more like my enabler I guess lol; blame them for it getting as far as it has); will ultimately contain lots of Dressrosa bullshit and headcanons and so on and so forth (surprise, surprise, surprise); title comes from the English translation of Ado’s Fleeting Lullaby bc that song is fire; fair warning: I headcanon Dressrossan as an unholy union of Castilian Spanish and Catalan and thus act accordingly

Someone is sitting on the Heart Seat when the Straw Hats and Law head into Dressrosa. It changes nothing… until it does. [AU where there is a Third Corazón, whose very existence makes Law’s life hell]

It was the middle of the night as toys rushed to load crates onto the cutter ship docked in the underground port, the ship’s Human crew staring in amazement.

“So, they just… do this like it’s normal…?” the captain asked. A young woman in a bright pink roquelaure cloak and gilded half-columbina mask shrugged nonchalantly as she checked off the crates on a clipboard.

“I guess when you see them for ten years, they don’t faze you anymore,” she said. “Come on—pick up the pace, hobbies! We only got the one tonight, so the sooner we can get this done and the sooner we can all rest!” The toys all seemed to regard her with silent ambiguity and did not, in fact, pick up the pace.

“Hobbies…?” the captain wondered.

“Just what we call them; nothing to it.” She smiled devilishly, the smirk being accented by the blood-red lipstick that sliced all the way into her cheeks. “You got a problem with that?”

“Why would he have a problem with you, Corazón?” the first mate laughed awkwardly. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a kick from her steel-capped heeled boots, and he was sure his captain didn’t either.

“It just seems like something that happens after people meet me,” she replied. The Corazón flipped her high ponytail of sun-bleached light brown hair back and pretended as though it did not bother her. “They don’t expect an Elite Officer of the Family to be so young… to be a woman… to be me…”

“…well that’s silly,” the first mate assured. “I mean, you earned that position, right? Problem solved.”

“One would hope,” the captain scoffed. He then suddenly found himself with a sword to his throat, the Corazón having not made a sound as she moved.

“I really don’t think that you want to continue along that line of thinking,” she warned. “Since I’m feeling generous, you’ll get to sail away… except…” She snapped her fingers and the toys stopped loading up the crates. “This is all you’re leaving with.”

“We paid the whole amount!” the captain snarled. “That’s extortion!”

“…and if you lie to Kaidou about where the rest of the merch is, I’ll let him know exactly where everything is and why.”

“Please, Corazón, forgive him,” the first mate implored. “He is of no importance to us… to our organizations.”

“Like hell I am!” the captain snapped. He turned towards the first mate only for a knife to find its way between his ribs. Blood gurgled from his lips and he slumped to the floor, dead. The first mate wiped his blade with the corpse’s cape and turned back towards the Corazón.

“As I said: he is of no importance. Please reconsider.”

She snapped her fingers again and the toys reluctantly resumed their work, the task of tidying up the fresh corpse now added to their load.

“Many men are lost at sea, especially in the currents around Wano; I wish your promotion had been under better circumstances,” Corazón nodded. The new captain returned the nod—their additional contract was now sealed despite not even being one of words. “Give my regards to Kaidou and his son if you can; I look forward to our next meeting.”

“As you wish, Corazón, ma’am,” the new captain said with a bow. He then turned towards the rest of the crew and began commanding orders as though it had been his job the entire voyage.

The Corazón allowed herself a faint smile.

This… this was power… and she was right to wield it.

Before long, the toys finished loading up the cargo and the Beast Pirates left the underground port. Feeling the weight of the hour, the Corazón went to the lift that brought her to the first floor of the palace, taking a deep breath once she was out in the open air. Fruit trees and flowers filled her nose with what was likely the best scent in the entire world. She meandered in the gardens until she came upon her favorite bench and sat down, looking up at the moon and stars.

“I can smell you,” she said, not taking her eyes away from the sky. Someone nearby scoffed and sat down next to her.

“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you,” Baby 5 grumbled. She stubbed her cigarette out on the side of the bench and blew out the last of the smoke. “You shouldn’t be out here, Antonia. The night air is bad for you—it’ll make you sick.”

“Superstition,” Corazón chuckled. She looked at the other woman—so much like a sister—and shook her head. “You’re going to ask me to read your humors or recommend a chiropractor next. Maybe that smoking relaxes the vocal chords…”

“Even when you’re joking, you’re always serious,” Baby 5 said. The Corazón took off her mask and stared at it—the design was one to invoke her father, and yet it always made her sad to see. She ran her thumb over the partial starburst that sat under her right eye and felt something was simply off about it. “Maybe if you stopped beating yourself up over it…”

“I had two parents who loved me, and now I can barely remember Dad and Mom is just this fuzzy thing…” She looked at Baby 5 with tears in her eyes. “My strongest memories are from after we landed in Dressrosa. I’m scared I’ll forget them. They’re fading every day…”

“The Young Master won’t allow that,” Baby 5 assured. She let Corazón lean on her, the other woman bending awkwardly in order to rest her forehead on her shoulder. A choked sound escaped the Elite Officer as she tried not to sob, causing Baby 5 to bite her lower lip in an attempt to steel herself.

Donquixote Antonia, Third Corazón of the Donquixote Pirates and Princess of Dressrosa, needed her to be strong, and strong she was going to be.

“Ah, two of my favorite youngsters.” Baby 5 looked—it was Doflamingo sauntering up towards them. “My darling Antonia, you’re late with your brief.”

“Can you let her give it later?” Baby 5 scowled. “She’s not feeling well.”

“Oh…? Should I fetch a doctor…?” His tone was frivolous and dismissive, sparking a fire in the young woman’s gut.

“Girl things—you wouldn’t understand,” she claimed. He held up his hands in surrender before crouching down and sliding his pointer finger beneath Antonia’s chin, turning her head towards him.

“Did the cargo get loaded, at least?”

She nodded.

“Good—I’ll get the rest of the brief tomorrow. We have a busy day ahead of us: all the preparations for the Levely need to be kicked off. Plus the factory needs inspecting.”

“It’s not due until after we return,” Antonia replied. Doflamingo let go of her chin and shrugged.

“While technically-true, I want it done before we go, so that we are not thinking about it. This is going to be a generational Levely and I don’t want us to miss out on anything.”

“Yes, Uncle Doffy,” the young woman muttered. Doflamingo glanced over at Baby 5, noting how pointed her glare was becoming. “Fufufufu… what’s with that look?”

“I need to get her to bed—she’s been working too hard.”

“Suit yourself.” He sauntered off, not sparing them another look, while Baby 5 indeed helped Antonia to her feet. She put the Corazón’s arm around her shoulder and she led her along, bringing her through the castle corridors.

“Bee?” Antonia whispered when they were just outside her room.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“The pressures of being Corazón, I’m certain,” she replied. “It would drive anyone mad.” They were now inside Antonia’s room and she let her sit down in a chair. “Do you want me to get you for breakfast?”

“Please. Thank you, Bee.”

“You’re welcome, Nia.”

As Baby 5 entered the corridor, her knees began to feel weak. She shut the door to Antonia’s room and leaned against it, certain that nothing was going to feel right ever again…

…not unless Law came back.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Alright, so tell us what it is that we’re preparing for.”

Law looked up from his plate and turned his attention to Nami, who was sitting across from him at the table. He swallowed the food that was in his mouth and took a drink of water.

“In terms of what?” he asked. “There’s a lot to cover.”

“The Donquixote Pirates: what are we preparing for? What’s their organization like?”

Law exhaled heavily and frowned. “They’re a pseudo-royal family, who moonlight as underground crime bosses,” he explained. “Doflamingo’s at the top, under him are four Elite Officers, and under them are other, junior-ranking Officers. The man we saw on Punk Hazard was a former Elite Officer.”

“I could tell you he wasn’t Elite,” Zoro grunted. “Who are they? The big ones?”

“Trebol, Pica, Diamante, Corazón, with Doflamingo above them as the Joker,” Law listed, ticking them off on his long fingers. “They act like his Cabinet and Ministers, helping to keep his rule over Dressrosa tight. The first three have been with him from the beginning, the last being more recent an addition.”

“Then the first three must be closest to him,” Robin figured.

“No.” Law shook his head. “That would be the Corazón. It means Heart in Dressrosan—whomever holds the title of Corazón is Joker’s closest confidant. I wouldn’t be able to pick her out of a lineup, unfortunately.”

“A lady~?” Sanji gasped. “I wonder what wonderful Dressrosan beauty is burdened with such a title as Heart?”

“Cool it, love-cook,” Zoro chided. Sanji got ready to kick the swordsman in the face as Zoro reached for his swords, only for Robin to hold them both back.

“A woman like that is dangerous, or have you forgotten the last time you two had a Warlord’s right-hand woman to contend with?” she reminded them. Sanji and Zoro both soured on the idea of fighting and Robin gestured towards Law to continue.

“Her public persona is Princess Antonia of Dressrosa, Doflamingo’s niece and heir,” the surgeon continued. “I’ve tried to get a decent photo of her, but nothing I’ve been able to scrounge up gives me anything identifiable.”

“So then a true family affair,” Brook noted. “It must be something in their bones.”

“Last I checked, Doflamingo didn’t have a niece, so this woman’s true identity is a mystery,” Law frowned. “You’ll be able to tell the other Elite Officers apart—overly-tall men in their forties—but the Corazón? All I can tell is that she’s about a shade over six feet tall and is very dangerous.”

“Doesn’t she have a bounty poster?” Luffy asked, mouth full of meat. “There has to be something; she’s a princess.”

“Unfortunately, she came into the crew after Doflamingo was invited to join the Shichibukai. The best images I’ve been able to get are out of the social section of the newspaper.” Law took some papers from his inner jacket pocket and placed them on the table: old and crinkled bounty posters for Trebol, Pica, and Diamante, along with a newspaper clipping that contained a blurry photo, one figure in motion circled in red. “For being the darling of the nation, she is notoriously difficult to photograph.”

“Verily, we’ll have to ensure we take extra heed when dealing with women in the area, to be safe,” Kin’emon nodded sagely. His face then grew red with blush. “I wonder what sort of beauty she is if she avoids the camera.”

“Probably just someone aiming for the Joker position who wants to balance her rise to her intended reign,” Law scoffed. “I’m sure she’s there for a reason, so we will have to watch our backs until we know exactly what we’re dealing with.”

‘Until I know what poor kid he took in to replace me,’ he thought privately. Law picked up the newspaper clipping and looked at the photo in it for what felt like the thousandth time. Princess Donquixote Antonia of Dressrosa and her lady in-waiting. Whomever the false princess was, it certainly wasn’t Baby 5, as her face was clear in the photograph.

At least he knew that whomever she was, she was going to regret taking on the name Corazón.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Viola did not like waiting.

Ten long years she had been waiting for the justice owed to her family and nation. Ten years she suffered as she worked within the very organization that disgraced her father and threw her niece—only a child!—into the coliseum as a participant, no less. Ten years she watched as Doflamingo made a mockery of everything she was raised on…

Ten years of waiting and she was no closer to her goals.

She was changing behind her dressing screen, listening to Doflamingo as he talked on the transponder snail with the man whom she only knew in whispers and secrets: Trafalgar Law. This man was high on Doflamingo’s Shit List, something that honestly made her immensely proud of him. The more the pretender was upset, the more likely it was he would make a mistake and fall to those who opposed him. She heard the clunk of the call ending and the scrape of his chair against the floor, only to moments later feel his hands against her bare hips and his breath on her neck.

“I’ll be back later,” he purred, lips not quite touching the back of her jaw. He must have been kneeling down or crouching somehow though she did not dare turn around and look. “I have to take care of a little pest problem.”

“Take your time—you know where I’ll be,” she replied.

Viola tried not to grimace as he dug his fingertips into her before letting go, jumping out the open window with a laugh. She finished putting her clothes on and had to actively stop herself from rushing through putting her hair up. The more different she acted, the more suspicious it would look, and while finally so close to progress? It would be foolish to fuck up now. She left the bedroom and made her way down the corridors, knowing precisely who she needed to find.

“Baby 5,” she said coolly, keeping herself level as entered the sparring room. She waited until Baby 5 and Antonia stopped their match, the two women breathing heavily from their hand-to-hand combat training.

“Yeah?”

“I need to speak with you. Now.”

“Let us have another go, Violet,” Antonia smirked. “No Devil Fruits makes this a fun match.”

“It’s urgent.”

Antonia raised an eyebrow. “An emergency? What is it?”

“You should clean up before a meeting is called of the Elite Officers, nena,” Viola replied. Antonia gave a low whistle.

“Sounds intense—we’ll finish this later, germana.” Antonia took her workout bag and left, leaving only Viola and Baby 5 in the sparring room.

“What can’t wait that you have to interrupt us?” Baby 5 frowned as she grabbed her water bottle. Viola waited until after the younger woman had taken a drink and was toweling off her face before she broke the news.

“Law is coming.”

Baby 5 froze, staring slack-jawed at Viola.

“Law…? As in Law-nii…?”

“The very one.” Viola folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight onto one hip. “Doffy’s headed towards his current location, but I doubt he’s going to find anything except for maybe why Buffalo hasn’t been reporting back.”

“Then it’s a good thing I stayed behind with Nia,” Baby 5 realized. “Who knows?”

“Just you.”

“How much time do you think we have?”

“Knowing how quickly Doffy moves? A few hours before a meeting is called in the Hall of Suites.” She saw the worry in Baby 5’s expression and she sighed heavily. “Don’t worry—we’ll save her. We all will.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“…because if Law’s coming, then that means that our best time to act is almost here, and I am not going to let ten years piss down the drain like Pink’s dignity.”

Baby 5 could only let out a weak chuckle at that—seas, she hoped Viola was right.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"YOU'VE ALREADY ASKED ME FOR TOO MANY THINGHS, HONEY"

Since Nicepool breaks the fourth wall in Deadpool and Wolverine by saying "the proposal", I realized that this was a Ryan movie, and so I decided to do a story about the movie.

Hope you like it!

-Repeat it, this time in my ears - Andrew asked with wide eyes, not quite believing what he had just heard-

-Let's pretend that we are married - Margaret said seriously - if we don't, immigration is going to deport me, and if they deport me I will lose my job at the publishing house because an immigrant is not supposed to work for an American firm. Do you understand what I'm saying? - she asked before continuing to speak - and it's all because I didn't hand in some paperwork on time and because of that my Visa has expired - she snorted - seriously, do I really have to prove that I'm American? This is a disaster, I'm Canadian for God's sake! - she exclaimed, putting her hands to her head in desperation -

-I'm not going to do that - he murmured, she looked at him as if he had just said that aliens exist -

-What do you mean?

-I'm not going to pretend that we're married -he decreed- Margarte, I've been your secretary in this firm for three years, people know that you treat me as if I were your slave just like you do with everyone else, that's why I highly doubt they'd swallow a lie like this -he paused- for them you're incapable of feeling human emotions. In fact, if they put you next to a robot I think you'd be exactly the same

-Andrew -he took a deep breath, putting his palms together in front of his face- everything you're saying may be true, but right now we don't have time for this -he said- it's possible that I've treated you as if you were worthless these past few years -he paused under her attentive gaze- and I apologize for that. Besides, of all the editors in New York, I am the most human of all.

-So what are the others like? Andrew murmured, causing her to roll her eyes.

-So, please, please, she begged, I'm asking you to do this last thing for me.

-And what do I get in return? –he questioned, crossing his arms- I don't intend to create a whole web of poorly crafted lies out of the goodness of my heart

-If you do, I'll promote you to editor-in-chief –he said-

-And you'll publish my novel –he added-

-Okay, 10,000 copies in the first run

-2,000 –Andrew bargained-

-Done –he nodded, shaking her hand to seal the deal- this isn't going to be easy, so I'm asking you to…

-You've already asked me for too many things, honey –he added with a hint of irony- now it's my turn

-Okay –she snorted, looking at him tiredly- What do you want?

-Lita's birthday is this weekend –she said- she's turning ninety and she wants us all to be there to celebrate it –he nodded at her- you're coming with me, I'll introduce you to the family. They'll see that we're serious

-It's a good plan –she admitted, he frowned-

-I thought you'd refuse –he admitted, she shrugged-

-When in doubt, you'll be in trouble –she murmured- I just hope that, when this whole farce is over, you'll send me a postcard from your new editorial office

-I will –he promised- now we have to go to the airport

-Why? –Margarte asked-

-My parents live in Alaska –she said- I want to get the tickets in advance to make sure we have our seats

-Did you say Alaska? –she asked, he nodded. Margaret's teeth chattered just thinking about the snowy mountains and the dense cold of that place- great –she snorted- my day couldn't get any better

[requiemforthepoets]

Hi, it's that Oscar anon again😊. Can we have something very angsty with reader feeling like she's not good enough for Oscar and trying to break up with him by lying that she cheated but then he knows that she's lying and calls her out bc that's just bullshit and then a really fluffy ending 🥰 I am the biggest sucker for angst to fluff and I know that you'll write it so well!

come lay with me and just forget the world 𖦹 OP81

PAIRINGS: oscar piastri x female!reader

SUMMARY: you’ve been feeling like you had never been good enough for oscar, so you decided to breakup with him.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello! i’m so sorry if this was posted so late :( but i hope that this was up to your expectations, and i’m sorry for making you wait for this request. hope you’ll enjoy this one! :)

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WORD COUNT: 2k

WARNINGS: not proofread, typos, overthinking, insecurities, no use of y/n, and cursing

Oscar was home for a month before he leave again for the US for the Austin GP, and he was hoping to spend his month off with you and go somewhere to unwind and relax before another stressful race. But he was here, in your shared apartment, seated on the couch, his eyes on you as you nervously paced back and forth in the living room.

You could feel his gaze burning onto you, calm and steady, but it only added to the tight knot in your stomach. You hadn’t been able to shake the guilt that was building up for weeks, and no matter how many times he assured you that everything was fine, you just couldn’t convince yourself. Being his childhood sweetheart should have already meant that you knew him better than anyone, yet here you were, seconds away from breaking his heart because of your insecurities.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, you stopped pacing back and forth, and faced him. Your heart was leaping, it can literally leap out of your chest anytime. You had prepared to say the words that you had been rehearsing for while he was away.

“Oscar…we need to break up,” you finally blurted out, your voice trembling. “I’m breaking up with you.” You added, words feeling all foreign, wrong even, but you managed to push through it, convincing yourself that everything was for the best.

Oscar’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but he didn’t interrupt. He waited patiently, as he always did, allowing you to speak and let it all out.

“I…I cheated on you,” you blurted out. “I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine. I certainly can’t live with the guilt anymore.”

There. You finally said it. The lie rolled off your tongue, tasting bitter, but you hoped it would be enough to end things. You couldn’t stand the weight of your own inadequacies anymore. The pressure of trying to be a girlfriend worthy of someone like Oscar—someone who had accomplished so much while you felt stuck in the background.

You had missed so many races, celebrations, you basically missed everything as far as you can remember. You had spent hours watching other WAGs smiling and cheering for their boyfriends on races, always never missing a moment…and there you were, knee-deep in assignments, exams, papers, trying to hold onto your scholarship and the future you had been working so hard for.

Oscar didn’t say anything right away. He just stared at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. You felt so exposed under his gaze, like he could see through every single layer of your facade. Your hands are trembling, but you try to control it. You braced yourself for Oscar to explode in anger, yell, demand answers. But instead, he sighed and leaned back against the couch.

“Are you done?” His voice was calm. Too calm for your liking.

“What?” You blinked, caught off guard by his reaction.

“I asked if you’re done,” he repeated, his eyes never leaving yours. “Because if I may, I’d like to talk too.”

You nodded, too stunned to say anything else. Oscar stood up, walking over to you with that same calm demeanor. He gently took your hand and guided you to sit down on the couch beside him.

“You didn’t cheat on me,” he said simply. Eyes sharp, but not with the anger you were expecting. “What you had just said was complete bullshit.”

“Oscar, I’m serious. ” your heart skipped a beat, stomach dropping, and the knot in your chest tightening.

“So am I. I know you didn’t cheat, because you’re not capable of doing things like that, and you know very well that you can’t lie to save your life.” He chuckled, trying to humor you. “You’re not the kind of person to hurt someone like that, especially not me. So be honest with me, what’s really going on?” His voice was soft, but firm, leaving no room for doubt.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to look away, but Oscar gently tilted your chin up so you had to face him.

“Please,” he said quietly, “just talk to me. What’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?”

Your throat closed up, and you felt your eyes stinging. Of course, he would see right through it, right through you. Oscar had known you for so long, better than anyone else. You had been together since before his F1 career, before the fame, before the endless travels. He knew very well that you wouldn’t do something like that, it’s true that you couldn’t even manage a lie without falling apart, or lie to save your life.

Silence had enveloped you both once again, you were trying to find the right words, but they were all caught up in your throat, refusing to come out. But Oscar did not push nor rush you, he just sat there watching you, patient as ever. That is one of the things you loved very much about him—his ability to wait, give you space, even when he knew that you were struggling. When the silence stretched too long, you finally opened your mouth to speak.

“I’m not good enough for you.” You whispered. Oscar’s brows furrowed, even more confused on what you’re talking about. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not like them,” you said, your voice barely audible.

“The other girlfriends. The other WAGs. They’re always there for their boyfriends in every race, podium, and celebration with them. I missed your first win in Hungary, your second win in Baku, and I wasn’t even there for your birthday last year, or our anniversary two years ago because I was stuck in university, and…” you felt your voice break, and you hated it, hated how vulnerable you sounded. “I feel like I’m failing you. I am failing you.”

“Is that what this is all about?” Oscar’s expression softened immediately. He moved closer to you, taking your hands in his, and nodded at him.

“I just…I don’t want to hold you back. You deserve someone who can be there for you, every step of the way. Not someone who’s drowning in university work, constantly missing every achievement that is important to you.” You bit your lip, trying to keep your tears at bay.

“You’re not failing me.” He replied, but you shook your head. “But I am. I want to be the girlfriend who’s there for every moment, every win, every hard day, and yet I can’t even do that. How is that fair to you?”

“Fair?” Oscar smiled gently, pulling you closer. “You’re my partner, not my shadow. You’re chasing your own dreams, and I’m proud of you for that. I don’t need you to be everywhere with me because I know where your heart is.” He caressed your cheeks softly, and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You should know by now that I don’t want anyone else but you. It’s you or no one at all. I love you for who you are, and the measurement of how much I love you is not how often you show up to the paddock.” He added, squeezing your hands. “I don’t need you to be at every race, or every podium, or any of that. All I need is you.”

You leaned your head back, his hands still cradling your face gently, and flicking your eyes up to meet his, and his expression was so earnest, so sincere, it made your heart ache. Oscar’s words broke something inside of you, and a sob escaped your throat as you leaned into him, letting the tears you had been holding back freely. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you as if to remind you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.” Oscar broke away from the hug and reached out his hands to your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“I just didn’t want you to think I didn’t care.” You sniffled, feeling the weight on your chest slowly lift.

“You’ve been with me through everything,” he continued, his voice steady. “Since before all of this. When we were just a bunch of kids trying to figure things out. You’ve always supported me, even when you couldn’t be there physically. You think I don’t see all of the sacrifices you’ve made?”

“But—” you began, but he quickly cut you off.

“No. I know how much you care,” Oscar murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You’ve never once let me down. Not once. I don’t care if you missed a race or a celebration. I care that you’re doing what you love, what you’ve worked so hard for. I’m proud of you. So stop thinking you’re not enough, because you’re everything to me. I care so much about you, that’s why I don’t want you to lie to me or to yourself. We’re in this together, and we’ll figure it out.” He replied, voice firm, hugging you again.

Oscar’s words melted away your doubt, every last of it, and for the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to breathe. His arms stayed wrapped around you, strong and reassuring, and you realized just how lucky you were to have him.

“I'm sorry,” you whispered, “I didn’t mean to lie. I was just so scared.”

“I know, that’s understandable. But next time, just come and talk to me. You know that I’ll always be here for you. Always.” Oscar smiled at you, brushing away stray tears from your cheeks.

You stayed wrapped in Oscar’s arms for nearly an hour on the couch, the warmth of Oscar’s arms around you slowly worked to calm your racing thoughts, his steady heartbeat lulled you into a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in weeks, and the world outside was already long forgotten. Every now and then, he would press a soft kiss on your temple or stroke your hair. There was no rush, no need to speak—just the two of you, in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

“Feeling a little better?” Oscar’s hand idly stroked your hair as he softly whispered. You nodded, fingers tracing random patterns on his chest.

“Yeah…much better. Thank you.” A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he kissed the top of your head. “Good, because there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“What is it?” Curious, you lifted your head slightly, looking up at him. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischievous glint that always meant he had something up his sleeves.

“Well, I’ve planned a little getaway for us,” he said casually, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. “You and I are going to Scotland. We are set to leave the day after tomorrow.”

“Scotland?” You blinked, sitting up straighter in his arms.

“Yep.” He confirmed with a grin. “I remembered you mentioning a while back that you’ve always wanted to visit. Thought it’d be a nice way for us to spend some time together.”

“Oscar…” your mouth fell open slightly, astonished. “But that was so long ago. I can’t believe you still remember that.”

“Of course I remember. I always remember all of the things you tell me, and it’s important to you, so it stuck with me.” He shrugged, a modest smile on his face.

For a moment, you just stared at him. Still shocked and speechless. How could he remember something so small, something you had mentioned in passing ages ago? It was moments like this that you were reminded just how much he pays attention to you, how much he cares about every little thing.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I can’t believe you did this.”

Oscar smiled against your lips, pulling you closer to him. “Believe it, because we’re going. I’ve already got everything sorted out—flights, accommodations, and a few places I think you’ll love.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.”

“I try.” He laughed softly, hugging you back.

[ameliaalvarez06]

The Look

Jack x reader

Summary: Jack gives you the look while performing his little dance during his grammy performance and you make sure to let him know it had an effect on you.

A/N: Haven’t written anything in a long ass time so this is ehh.

You walk into Jacks dressing room as Metta finished fixing up his suit for his performance. You hadn’t had the chance to see each other in about a week so you had promised to sneak your way backstage to have a minute with him before he went out to perform. He turned to you once he saw you leaning on the doorway admiring him.

“Hey baby” he said as he stepped away from Metta to go properly greet you.

“Hey” you says as you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for a quick peck on the lips.

“Meet you out there in 10” Metta tells Jack as she waves you a goodbye and makes her way out to give you two a few minutes alone. You wave back then turn your attention back to Jack once she was out the door.

“You look good” you tell him as you look him up and down.

“Could say the same about you” he says as he steps aways to give you a spin stopping when your back was facing him. “Damn I’m one lucky fella” he say admiring your ass in your tight dress and giving it a quick squeeze.

“Stop” you say turning around, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. You feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles seeing you get all flustered over his gesture.

“You nervous?” you ask pulling away to look up at him.

“I’m not gonna lie I’m feeling the same way I did the first day I laid eyes on you and every other time I see you. Feel butterflies in my stomach… and my balls. I swear they drop a little every time ” he chuckles.

“You’re an idiot, I thought you where finally gonna say something sweet without adding some corny or dumb shit” you laugh.

“No but for real I am a little nervous but luckily imma have you front row, all I gotta do is keep my eyes on you” he says

“I better be the only one you’re looking at.. let me catch you with your eyes on someone else” you tell him jokingly in a stern tone.

Knock Knock

“Come in” Jack said.

“Sorry to interrupt Mr.Harlow but you’re on in 5, we should start making our way over. you ready?” one of the stage workers poked his head through the slightly opened door.

“As ready as could be” he gave the worker a grin.

“Alright good luck, baby. If you do good I’ll make sure to reward you tonight” you whisper the last part for only him to hear.

He gives you a smirk and a quick peck.

“Alright, I’ll see your little toxic ass out there” he tells you jokingly while making his way out the room.

——————

During the performance

“My track record so clean. They couldn't wait to just bash me. I must be gettin' too flashy. Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me (woo)”

As soon as you heard Jacks voice, you eagerly looked for him on stage. You loved watching him perform, it came so naturally to him. It was honestly even a turn on seeing him up there. Once he reached the front of the stage he scanned the front row in search of you. Once he spotted you, his eyes locked on yours and a bigger grin appeared on his face.

“It's too late 'cause I'm here to stay. And these girls know that I'm nasty (mm). I sent her back to her boyfriend. With my handprint on her ass cheek”

Jack pretended to give back shots and that really did something to you; the fact that you hadn’t been with him in over a week due to his busy schedule was no help. You crossed your legs which didn’t go unnoticed by Jack; he sent you a smirk and his signature look, knowing it would send you. His performance was coming to an end and just when you thought he was gonna leave the stage; he turns around and joins Nas in another little dance. You knew Jack could dance but he rarely did so, seeing him up there with his moves just put you even more in the mood. You new it was going to be a long night since you wouldn’t be able to get him alone until tonight. Even then you knew it would probably be too late once you guys made it home, so your only chance would be to get him to leave the after party early.

—————

At the after party

Just like you had thought you hadn’t been able to have one moment alone with Jack since before his performance. Currently you sat at table with some coworkers discussing upcoming projects you guys had. You honestly weren’t paying much attention as you were distracted by Jack who stood across the room talking with Drake and some other colleagues. He had removed his jacket and his black button up now had a few buttons undone. Jack felt your hard stare on him so he looked up to send you a quick smile and a smirk, he knew how you were feeling and he enjoyed teasing you. You had finally had enough and you knew it was time to try to get him to go home.

you: fuckk you look fine af

jack: don’t play with me

you: i’m not you’re fr making me feel some type of way right now 😩

jack looks up at you from across the room looking you up and down as you cross you legs over and you give him the look

jack: can’t tell if you’re serious or you’re just fucking with me

you: i’m not playing and you know that, you’ve been teasing me this whole time.

jack: I really don’t know what you’re talking about

you: whatever act dumb but i’m not playing; I wanna go home! the things I would do to you right now if I could 🧎‍♀️

jack: ma i’m serious don’t mess with me like that

you: i’m serious too, I want nothing else than to be on my knees for you right now, that little dance you did when performing omfg 🤤

you: it just did something to me, can we just go home please.

You look up once more to continue giving jack the look since you knew he couldn’t resist it but he wouldn’t look your way.

you: look at me 😭

jack: no because imma get bricked up and I still can’t leave

you: pleaseeee

jack: love when you get all needy

you: you’re so annoying

jack: just give me an hour baby; swear i’m all yours after that. I’m sure you can wait an hour, right?

you: whatever take your time, i’m not even in the mood anymore (you lied)

An hour later…

“You ready to go, ma” Jack sneaks up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist.

“yeah” you say looking up at him forcing a smile as you were still annoyed and really frustrated.

You both go around saying your goodbyes. Once you guys made it into the car, Jack closed the partition and tried sitting you on his lap but you quickly slid off.

“I told you i’m not in the mood anymore J” you rolled your eyes.

“you sure” Jack moved his hand up and down you thigh.

“don’t act like you don’t want it” he hushed in your ear while gripping your thigh

you held in your moan as you moved his hand away once more. you were too petty to give in right away; you had to get back and tease him the way he had teased you.

“stop acting like a brat” he said.

“i’m not” you turn to him.

“yes you are” he leans to whisper in your ear “and it’s really turning me on” he says as he starts nipping on your neck trying to find your sweet spot. you couldn’t help but moan this time.

“uhh why do you have to be so fucking unresistible” you whine as you straddle his lap.

“I am?” he chuckles

“mhm” you say as you slam you lips on his. Jack grips your hips as you start to grind yourself on him. You pull away and you push yourself off, getting on your knees. You start kissing his bare chest making your way down as you unbutton the rest of his shirt. Once you reached the end you look up at him as you begin to balm him through his jeans and mess with his belt buckle. He grabs your face and proceeds to stick two fingers into your mouth. You slowly begin to suck on his fingers making sure to not break eye contact, he looks at you with hooded eyes and his breathing begins to speed up. You then stop what you’re doing and sit back in your seat.

“why’d you stop” Jack whined.

you ignored him and proceed to press the button that allowed you to speak to the driver.

“hello sir, would you be able to tell us our estimated time of arrival?” you asked.

“yes, it is about an hour right now” he said.

“sounds perfect, thank you”

“no problem” he replied.

“I think I want to wait till we get home; just to be more comfortable. I’m sure you can wait an hour, right?”

Jack turned to you with an annoyed yet amused look on his face.

“you’re gonna fucking get it when we get home” he said through gritted teeth.

“can’t wait!“ you smiled at him.

[lemonyko0]

under the desk - kth

taehyung is hell-bent on gaining your attention, and you could not be less interested (or so you say) until he finds out what you're really into..

» genre: smut, high school au, unrequited affection, exhibitionism!

» word count: 2.3k

under the desk - kth

"Why don't you come over to my house after school? just tell your brother you and i are friends-"

"but we're not taehyung.” he follows me into the classroom like a puppy dog and we take our assigned seats, beside each other.

taehyung is one of my brothers closer friends, and what i assumed was a silent rule of your best friends sister being off-limits, taehyung blatantly ignores, or completely missed that lesson.

he thinks because we almost hooked up at a party last weekend, it means i'm now magically interested in him. “i'll tell you one more time taehyung, i was drunk, you were drunk, and it was an accident.”

he shakes his head, “see y/n that's flawed thinking, because drunk actions are sober thoughts. you think i'm handsome, may even want to fuck me, you sure did that night-”

"yeah, so bad i pushed you off of me and left? i think you're legitimately delusional.”

he shrugs, “i think you'll come around eventually, y/n." he smirks, i simply roll my eyes and listen to the teacher begin his lecture, taking my usual colorful notes.

halfway through the lecture our professor turns on a 15 minute video, and i've successfully ignored all of taehyung's efforts to gain my attention. knocking his knee into mine, brushing his arm against mine, whispering my name, and now he's touching my thigh under the table.

i simply ignore him, not even caring to move him, if you don't give them attention they go away right? he sits back in his seat, eyes finally forward, hand resting comfortably on the inside of my leg, his fingers run along my skin, feeling the warmth on my thighs and my soft skin. he digs his fingers in a few times, squeezing me lightly. i can't lie when saying this is definitely earning a reaction inside of me.

he continues his exploration, moving his hand higher and higher, eventually dipping his hand under my skirt and skimming his fingers against my underwear. i cant ignore him any longer, i grab his wrist and try to pull his hand away but he takes my wrist with his other hand.

"let me make you feel good, y/n." i let go of him and relax back into my seat as to not attract any attention. “don't do this here, please, someone could see-"

he quietly shushes me, “no one will if you stay quiet, pretty." he grins mischievously, “i promise to be quiet if you do too.”

his fingers run up and down my underwear, before circling my clit and adding pressure. i feel my breathing getting heavier, cautiously looking around the room for anyone suspecting anything. “don't worry about them, focus on me.” he tells me, and i let my eyes drift shut for a moment, enjoying the attention he's giving to my clit, he really wasn't lying when he said he knew what he was doing.

this leaves me distracted and taehyung notices, pushing his hand in my underwear, continuing drawing circles on me and feeling how wet i am. he curses lowly, quietly, "fuck, you like it when anyone can see you, don't you?” he chuckles degradingly but i can tell he thinks it's hot.

"any of our classmates could turn around and see your flushed face, it's a dead give away y/n," i whimper and put my head on the desk, and taehyung dips a finger inside of me and i barely hold back a moan, pretending to cough as a cover. taehyung leans closer to my ear, "the teacher is looking, does he know you're about to cum on my fingers?" i can only whine and pick my face up, giving a fake smile to the teacher as he scans the room. i turn to taehyung, "my brother would k-kill you if he knew about this."

he grins at me, slipping another finger in and watching my mouth drop open, "he doesn't have to know, pretty.”

too caught up in pleasure to think of a witty reply, i bite back my moans, feeling him curl his fingers and pick up speed. damn his pretty hands and long fingers.

he keeps a moderate pace, undoubtedly having too much fun to end this too soon. i see him try not to stare at me, it'd call too much attention to us. i start to arch my back and tighten around his finger, showing i'm close. he glances back with a smirk, scissoring his fingers and stretching me. i hardly hold my moan in as he curls and fucks his fingers into me.

my hand grips at the bottom of my seat and the other grabs at his arm. taehyung only grins, unable to take his eyes off of me as i unravel in front of him, cumming on his fingers.

he slows down, riding out my orgasm before taking his hand out from under my skirt, looking me straight in my eyes as he puts his two fingers in his mouth, "tasty."

i look at him in disbelief he'd be so stupid, “you could've gotten us in so much trouble taehyung.”

he chuckles, “you came so hard thanks to me, i think you need to see this as what it is y/n.”

i furrow my brows, “and what is that?”

“i've heard rumors of the shit you've done, they've all got one thing in common." i raise my eyebrows to urge him on, "they're all in public, or somewhere youre likely to be caught. which i thought was funny, because, you're smart, and you know what you want. what you haven't figured out, is what you're into.”

i scoff, “and what is that? you?”

“taehyung, y/n, quiet please.” the teacher yells out over the video. we nod and bow our heads before taehyung begins mumbling again, “you're into me, and exhibitionism.”

i shake my head, “you're disgusting.”

he begins to speak but is cut off by the bell, to which i immediately grab by bag and head out of the classroom, hearing taehyungs loud footsteps chasing after me.

“y/n, wait-”i sigh and turn around, taehyung trilling on my heels with a smug grin. “i'm not finished y/n.” i look back to him obviously walking funny, and i giggle when it dawns on me.

“you could not be any more obvious.” i tell him, commenting in the way he just happens to be holding his books over his middle section.

he smiles, “am i making you laugh with my humility?”

i nod, “awfully.”

he sucks in his bottom lip, “alright then.” he grabs my wrist and pulls me along the hallway, looking into every dark classroom and pulling me into and empty one and pressing me against the door, locking it behind us.

i knock my head rather hard against the door, “ow taehyung, what the fuck is wrong with you, are you this mental over every girl you want to sleep with?”

he shrugs, “only the really pretty ones. but i'm not done, because i've finally figured you out.”

i raise my eyebrows, becoming aware of how he's holding my hips pressed against the door so i can't go anywhere else, i hate to admit it's kind of a turn on. “what did you figure out?”

“what really gets you going is doing shit in public, bet it's real hard to find someone as filthy as you huh?”

i tick my head, “you have no idea.”

his eyes light up, “so you're admitting to it?”

i shrug, “take my honesty as your reward for making me cum in science.”

he smirks, “how much longer do i have your honesty?”

i wrap my arms lazily around his shoulders and he instinctively leans closer, “you can ask me, one, question.”

“friends with benefits?” he asks with no hesitation, and i laugh in his face.

“you have a death wish.”

he shakes his head, “no i have a raging hard on from you.”

i chuckle and poke my cheek with my tongue before locking eyes with him, “fuck it.” i lean in and kiss him hard, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him closer to me.

it catches him off guard but he's quick to respond eagerly, licking my lips and grabbing my jaw.

i let a hand drift down his torso and to his pants, palming his erection, and he definitely wasn't lying.

he groans into my mouth, “fuck, touch me more.” he busies himself with kissing and biting my neck and i undo his belt, allowing me to fit a hand in his boxers and stroking him through his pants.

he cusses in my ear before instructing me to jump. i remove my hand and do as he asks, more interested to what exactly he plans to do. he uses the door behind me to steady me before moving away and sitting in on a nearby desk. “not a fan of the door thing?”

he shakes his head, “way too fucking loud, most definitely get caught.”

i shrug, “our chances are awfully high either way. may even be cameras in this classroom.”

he puts himself between my legs and i let my skirt ride up, not hiding much from his view, including the mess he made earlier.

his eyes flash down, licking his lips then back to me, “for your sake, let's hope that's all true.” he grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the table, forcing me to lay back as he pulls my panties off.

“you like knowing anyone could be watching us don't you.” he smirks, fumbling with his own clothing.

i grin and let a hand move to my wet core, playing with myself in front of him, “you do too taehyung, anyone could walk in here and see you fucking me on this table.”

he grips his dick and closes the gap between us, “god i hope they do,” i feel him glide his length along my slit, teasing me on purpose, “id kill for someone to catch us, see you being so dirty for me, it'd fucking kill me.”

he pushes into me and i bite down on my lip, enjoying the way he stretches me out. “shit taehyung.”

he bottoms out slowly and chuckles at my reaction, “you tease me but you're so fucking into me.” he pulls back out slowly and pushes back in with a much greater force, causing me to grunt, and he breathlessly laughs.

“that was before i knew you were any fun.” i tease, wrapping my legs around him and pushing him back into me.

he shakes his head, “if you wanted more just ask.” he picks my legs up and rests them on his shoulders and begins to properly fuck me, causing me to let my head hang back and eyes flutter close.

“fuck taehyung.” he grins, “yeah, fuck me.” he puts a hand on my clit and draws circles on it like before. “want you to come first.”

i nod my head, “easy if you keep that up.” i tell him honestly and he chuckles, fucking me harder and groaning.

the closer i get the less i can control my moans, he puts a hand over my mouth, “fuck its like you're trying to get us caught.” he grunts out.

i move his hand away from my face, “maybe i am.” before moving it back.

he smirks and shakes his head, “you go stupid when you've got a dick in you.” i moan in his hand and squeeze his wrist as a silent warning that i'm really fucking close. he adds a little more pressure to my clit and i come undone, my back arching off the table and my lower body tingling as he relentlessly fucks me through my orgasm, his following quickly after thanks to my tightening around him, “fuck, where can i cum.” he asks, i breathlessly reply my stomach, and he finishes on me with a groan.

we stay silent for a moment, catching our breath before he starts to shimmy his pants back on.

i sigh annoyed, “yeah take three years to get your pants back on, i quite like the feeling of your cum on me while you take your time.”

he glances at me, then around the room for some towels, grabbing a few and wetting them slightly before handing them to me. “m’lady.”

i take them out of his hands and finish cleaning and dressing myself, taehyung leans against the desk and watches.

“no comments?” i ask him sarcastically, “you got what you wanted and now you're silent.”

he snickers and rolls his eyes, “you're exhausting.”

i shrug and head for the door, “whatever, count to thirty then follow after me.”

he jumps up to stop me from opening the door, “hold on, you didn't answer me.”

i look at him puzzled, “what question.”

he looks around with a small grin, “about being, yanno, friends with benefits.”

i scowl, “i don't make friends with the likes of you.”

he looks offended, “it's not like i'm asking to be your bestest friend ever and invite me to sleepovers, i'm asking for your sake.”

"my sake." i scoff.

“yes, your sake. you said it yourself, guys like me who are willing to do this shit with you are hard to come by.”

i cross my arms across my chest, “if you're doing it for me what do you get out of it?”

it's his turn to scoff, “what do i get out of it?” i nod, “y/n, i get to have sex, that's plenty enough for me.”

i sigh, slightly annoyed with his response. i wont lie, i don't really mind having him around. he's not that smart, he's not interested in relationships, and he actually knows what he's doing during sex.

“fine, whatever.”

“seriously?! yes! you're making a great decision.”

“yeah i'm sure, don't make me regret it.”

he shakes his head, “i'll be sure you won't."

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