#I could have gone on even longer wtf

[disorderly]

God I fucking hate him with my whole heart sometimes like seriously. Seriously?

[fullsunstrawberry]

Falling for the Enemy- PREVIEW

[OUT NOW]

Synopsis: Caught in a toxic relationship with a manipulative and cheating boyfriend, you find solace in his enemy, Donghyuck. What starts as a vengeful fling turns into something more, and old feelings start to re-surface.

Genre: enemies with benefits?, childhood friends fallout, slice of life, angst, a lot of fighting, fluffy end, SMUT MDNI!!

Warnings: swearing, haechan getting into a fight, helping clean up after a fight, jealousy, having sex while someone is watching, and more (will be stated in the actual fic)

Word Count: estimated 18-20k

Preview Word Count: 2.8k (even the teaser is long wtf)

Release Date: October 5th (Saturday)

Taglist: comment or send an ask :)

A/N: This was requested by one of my lovely anons!! 💚anon I hope you enjoy it. I did stray a little bit off the request because what haechan and yn isn't technically yn cheating but it's still spicy lol.

Marketing would be a fun class if it wasn't for the pain that decided to sit next to you every single class. 

"You’re no better than your stupid boyfriend!" Donghyuck's voice cut through the air, his tone filled with disgust.

"Just shut up!" you snapped, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Why did he have to make things so awkward?

Donghyuck, or Haechan as he insisted on being called now, was someone you hadn't seen in years. You used to be close friends back in middle school, basically best friends. But then life happened, and you had to move away. You two were so young that you couldn't even stay in touch through social media. Only a promise that you two would find each other later on. 

Now here you two were, reunited in college, but things were different. Haechan was no longer the sweet boy you once knew. He had turned into an arrogant jerk, who wouldn’t shut the fuck up. 

Throughout the class, you couldn't shake off the discomfort of sitting next to Haechan, especially after his rude outburst. But beneath the cocky smirk on his face, you couldn't shake off the feeling that you missed your friend that was long gone. 

You would never tell anyone that you missed your childhood friend. Especially not any of your new friends who hate him. Chenle, Jeno, and Jaemin all would jump at the chance to wipe that little smirk off his face. 

Your best friend Chaeryeong was the only one who knew about your past with him. She's the only person who you could never lie to. She always had your back, so you will always have hers. Even if she hates your boyfriend, Jay. 

Well, most of your friends hate your boyfriend... Jaemin has even tried to talk you into breaking up with Jay. But “pussied out” as Chenle would say when he saw you were starting to tear up.

Jay was your first boyfriend. You learned how to deal with all of his flaws…Everyone has flaws so why is it so bad for him to have some…okay a lot of flaws. But he’s sweet to you!

You sat through the rest of the class with clenched fists, trying to focus on anything but the awkward tension that clung to the air between you and Haechan. His outburst still echoed in your mind, chewing at you. “You’re no better than your stupid boyfriend”. 

Once everyone started to pack their bags, pulling you from your thoughts, you quickly gathered your things, hoping to escape before Haechan could throw another mocking remark your way. But, as expected, he would always be a little shit.

"Running away already?" Haechan’s voice was teasing, but there was something beneath it, something sharp that cut through the cocky tone. "Gonna run back to your little boyfriend."

You spun around, eyes glaring, ready to fire back, but then you caught Haechan's expression. It wasn’t that usual smug grin he always wore. Instead, there was a hint of vulnerability that almost made you stop. Almost. But just like that, it disappeared, and he was back to his old self, smirking like nothing had happened. Typical.

"Maybe you should shut up for once, Donghyuck," you shot back, emphasizing his old name, hoping it would sting. 

His smirk faltered. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but you saw it. Something about calling him “Donghyuck” felt like a small victory. You were pretty sure the boy you once knew was entirely gone. 

You turned on your heel and walked out of the classroom, leaving Haechan behind. As you made your way to the dining hall, you spotted Chenle and Jeno lounging on one of the benches, chatting. Seeing them made you feel more at ease. You needed a distraction. Anything to get your mind off that annoying encounter.

"Y/n! Over here!" Chenle called out, waving his arms dramatically. "Where's Jaemin?."

You shrugged, still shaken by your fight with Haechan. "I haven’t seen him. He’s probably sleeping through his class again."

"Or he got into another fight because of your boyfriend," Jeno added, his eyes holding a seriousness that made your stomach twist. You knew your friends didn’t like Jay, but you wished they could just let it go. 

"Can we not do this today," you muttered, dropping your bag next to Chenle and sinking onto the bench. You didn’t have the energy to get into another debate about Jay right now.

Chenle nudged you playfully. "Come on, we’re just looking out for you. You deserve someone better than that guy."

"Yeah, someone who's not a total asshole," Jeno chimed in. "Like, seriously, what do you even see in him?"

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you stared off into the distance, your thoughts spiraling. It wasn’t just about Jay—it was everything. The awkwardness with Haechan, the tension with your friends, the pressure to hold everything together when you felt like you were starting to unravel.

“He’s sweet…” You trailed off, your words sounding weak even to yourself. Was Jay sweet? Or was that just the version of him you had convinced yourself to see?

Chenle raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Sweet? You’re joking, right? The same guy that has to approve your outfits when you go out."

You shot him a look, but he continued, persistent. "I’m serious, Y/n. There’s ‘sweet’ and then there’s whatever Jay’s doing to you. You deserve better."

Jeno, who had been scrolling through his phone, suddenly locked eyes with you. “You think this is what love’s supposed to feel like? Constant stress? Us having to break up fights Jaemin gets into because of Jay? You don’t look happy.”

That last comment stung more than you expected like an arrow hitting its mark. Were you happy? Or had you just grown used to the chaos?

Your silence was telling, and your friends exchanged worried glances. Chenle let out a dramatic sigh and pulled out his phone, probably ready to change the topic, when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Hey, what’s up, guys?” Jaemin's voice was casual, but when he turned to you, his expression hardened a little bit. “Jay’s looking for you again, Y/n. He’s upset about something."

You felt your stomach drop. Of course, he was upset about something. Jay was always upset about something. And it was always your job to fix it, to calm him down, to make everything right.

Chenle clicked his tongue in disapproval. “See? You can’t even breathe without that guy hovering around. He’s suffocating you.”

Jaemin sat down next to you, his tone softer now. “We’re not trying to gang up on you, Y/n. But this… this isn’t normal. It’s not okay.”

You clenched your fists, feeling the weight of their words pressing down on you. You wanted to defend Jay, to tell them they didn’t understand him the way you did. But deep down, you couldn’t deny the truth of what they were saying.

“I’ll talk to him,” you muttered, standing up. You didn’t wait for their response as you walked away, feeling their eyes on your back. You knew they were worried, and maybe they had every right to be. But you couldn’t just walk away from Jay. You didn’t know how.

As you made your way toward the campus courtyard, your mind wandered back to the class with Haechan. You couldn’t shake the image of his face when you called him Donghyuck. But you couldn't let it affect you. He probably did it on purpose so you would over think and feel bad.  

Lost in thought, you almost didn’t notice when Jay appeared in front of you, his face twisted in frustration.

“Where the hell have you been?” he snapped, his voice low but harsh. “I’ve been calling you.”

Your stomach turned, and you immediately braced yourself for whatever fight was coming next. "I was in class. What’s wrong?"

Jay let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. "You didn’t tell me you were sitting next to him again." He spoke with clear disapproval, his gaze burning into yours.

“Him?” It took a moment before you realized he meant Haechan. “Jay, it’s just class. The professor didn’t let us pick where we could sit.”

“That’s not the point, Y/n.” He stepped closer, his expression darkening. “I don’t trust that guy, and I don’t like you being around him.”

“Jay, it’s not like that—”

“It better not be,” he cut you off, his voice laced with an edge that made your skin crawl. “He’s a shitty person, he’s just trying to get to me.”

The words hung in the air. You knew Jay had a jealous streak, but this felt different—darker, more possessive. And for the first time, you felt a tinge of fear.

"I—I have to go," you said quickly, your heart pounding as you stepped back. You didn’t wait for Jay to respond. You couldn’t. Your feet moved on autopilot, moving away from him. 

But as you hurried through the campus, a sinking feeling settled in your chest. You didn’t know where you were running to—only that you had to get away from yet another fight. 

Choosing to buy some coffee, you push open the local café on campus. The familiar chime of the café door was a welcome sound, cutting through the fog of your jumbled thoughts. The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries welcomed you as you stepped inside. You spotted an empty table in the corner and made a beeline for it, craving to be away from everything. You ordered a simple iced latte, hoping the cool drink might calm you down. 

As you waited for your coffee, you buried your face in your hands. Why did it always have to feel like this with Jay? Why did every conversation leave you feeling smaller, and more insecure about yourself? Your friends were right but you didn’t know what to do. 

But what could you do? You couldn’t just walk away. You loved him… didn’t you?

Before you could spiral any further, the barista called your name, pulling you from your thoughts. You grabbed your coffee and took a seat, letting the ice clink against the cup as you swirled it absently. 

The door to the café swung open again, noticing it was Haechan you hid your face with your hands. Not wanting to deal with him again. 

He walked in, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on you. For a moment, he hesitated, then made his way over to your table.

“You’re in my spot” he stated, his tone sharp. You stared at him, unsure of what to say.

You hesitated for a moment, did you really want to start a fight right now? “I don’t see your name on it.”

Haechan slid into the seat across from you, leaning back in his chair as if trying to gauge your mood.

“I’ve never seen you here,” he started, running a hand through his hair. “What’s wrong?”

You blinked, caught off guard. This wasn’t the Haechan you were used to—the cocky, arrogant guy who seemed to enjoy making your life miserable. Where is the teasing?

“None of your business,” you muttered, staring into your coffee cup, avoiding his gaze. The last thing you wanted was to bare your soul to Haechan of all people. You didn’t need his pity, and you certainly didn’t need him to insert himself into your problems. He would use any information to torment Jay, which would just start an even bigger fight between you two. 

But Haechan wasn’t easily deterred. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m not an idiot. You look like a kicked puppy.”

There he goes, mocking you even at your worst. But he caught you off guard by how well he could read you. To most people, you probably look like a tired college student, normal. But for some reason, Haechan could tell there was something wrong. 

You shook your head. “Why do you care, Haechan?”

He rolled his eyes, leaning forward on the table. “Maybe because it’s not fun to tease you when you’re already miserable.”

You flinched. His words struck deeper than you expected. Did it show that much? Did everyone see it—how exhausted you felt, how tightly you were hurt from trying to keep everything together? You opened your mouth to retort, but no words came out.

Haechan sighed, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again. 

“Haechan.” The barista called out. 

Haechan got up and grabbed his drink before asking something you couldn’t make out. You watched him as he left, not sparing you another glance. 

You sighed out, of course, he doesn't care. He’s probably high on seeing you this miserable. 

But before you could throw yourself another pity party, the cafe doors slam open and a concerned-looking Chaeryeong comes rushing in.  

“Y/n!” Chaeryeong’s voice cut through the noise of the café as she rushed over to your table, her face a mix of concern and urgency. You barely had time to brace yourself before she slid into the chair across from you, eyes scanning your face for answers.

“What’s going on? Haechan just said you needed me.” Her tone was low but insistent, probably thinking this was a plan made up by Haechan, trying to get under your skin again. 

You exhaled slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s… nothing. Just another argument with Jay.” 

Chaeryeong frowned, her brows knitting together. "Another argument? Y/n, you’ve been having a lot of those lately."

You shook your head, trying to dismiss her concern. "It’s just a misunderstanding. He got upset about me sitting next to Haechan again. He thinks it’s some big deal, but it’s not."

"Jay seriously has issues if he’s getting worked up over something like that." Chaeryeong’s voice was firm, but there was a softness in her eyes like she was trying to tread carefully. "You know this isn’t normal, right?"

You looked down at your iced latte, feeling the familiar swirl of guilt and confusion rise. You loved Jay—at least, you thought you did. But lately, everything felt like a battle, and you were always on the losing side.

 "It’s fine," you said weakly, though the words felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. "He’s just... protective."

Chaeryeong let out a sigh, her frustration barely concealed. "Y/n, there’s a difference between being protective and being controlling. I hate seeing you like this. It’s like you’re always walking on eggshells with him."

You didn’t respond, unable to meet her gaze. The weight of the conversation was suffocating, but you couldn’t deny the truth in her words. Jay’s jealousy had started to bleed into every part of your life, and it was exhausting.

After a moment of silence, Chaeryeong leaned forward, her voice softer. "You don’t have to keep defending him. I know you care about him, but... is he making you happy?"

That question lingered in the air. Was Jay making you happy? Or were you just holding on to the idea of what you thought love should be?

Before you could answer, Chaeryeong reached out and squeezed your hand. "You deserve better than this, Y/n. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel safe, not stressed out all the time."

You swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Can we switch the topic, I don’t want to talk about this right now," you whispered. 

Chaeryeong’s grip tightened on your hand. "You don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just know that you’re not alone, okay? I’m here for you."

You nodded, grateful for her support, but still feeling lost in the mess of your emotions. The tall barista came up to your table with a plate of red velvet cookies. 

“Um, here you go….” He sat them down on the table in front of you.

“Wait! I didn’t pay for this.” 

The barista gave you a small, almost shy smile. "Don't worry about it. They're already paid for." Before you could ask any more questions, he walked away, leaving you and Chaeryeong to exchange confused glances.

Chaeryeong raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to examine the cookies. "Who do you think...?"

You didn’t have to guess for long. So that’s what he was asking the barista. You blinked, processing the moment.

Chaeryeong noticed too, her eyes narrowing. "Did Haechan just... buy you cookies?"

You shrugged, feeling more confused than anything. "I guess?"

Chaeryeong leaned back, a mixture of amusement and suspicion crossing her face. "Weird, right? I thought he was a jerk."

"Yeah... he is," you muttered, still trying to piece together Haechan's sudden act of kindness. It didn’t fit with the person you’d been dealing with all semester. 

But for now, you weren’t going to overanalyze it. You had enough on your plate with Jay and the constant pressure you were under. Haechan's behavior, for better or worse, would have to wait.

TBC

[freyaphoria]

I need your best friend forever Yunho to fuck me hard in those forest house because WTF HE WILL BE SO HOT WHILE FUCKING ME WITH HIS ANGRY AND PSYCHOTIC EXPRESSIONS YUNHO PLEASE BREED ME I BEG YOU

anyway luv u gurl I really love your stories

OMG YES JUST IMAGINE sorry I have to write this warning:SHE HAS STOCKHOLM SYNDROME SO SHE LIKES YUNHO this is consensual!!!!!! And thank u soo much🩷🩷

We are talking about this btw

Imagine that you are stuck in that forest house for a long time so your psychology deteriorates and now you have stockholm syndrome, and Yunho suddenly remembers of the boy from high school who asked you out, and he fucks you at an inhuman speed to relieve his anger.

"Huh, you didn't tell me when he asked you out too. Is that your thing? Doing something behind someone's back and not telling them?" He changed his position and lifted your leg up to get deeper inside you. "Do you know what happened to that guy, tiny?" You were squirming in your place. Yunho's angry and scary attitude made butterflies fly in your stomach. You must have gone crazy like him. Who would fall in love with someone who brutally murdered your boyfriend and isolated you from the world? While your other orgasm is building, you grabbed Yunho's arm and tried to pull him closer. "I killed him too." You were too lost to understand what he was saying. "I killed anyone who tried to get close to you." What he said seemed like a joke to you, he had damaged your psychology so much that you were no longer affected by anything, and you were starting to like this obsessive behavior of his.

You came as he rubbed circles on your clit. "I'm going to fill you up. This way, you'll better remember who you belong to while my cum drip down your legs." You were squirming in place due to overstimulation as he came inside you, painting your walls white as he said. As you came back to your high, you realized that Yunho wasn't done with you. He could go on for hours when he was angry and by the end of the day, you would melt in his arms and forget to even talk.

[fatal-thoughts]

A Lovely Exchange

p2 here

Telemachus x Servant! Reader

Synopsis: Telemachus already fights off his mother’s suitors, but what if he manages to become one? To… one of the palace’s servants?

warnings: slow burn, flustered Telemachus, puppy love, assault, threats

A/N: This is fluffier than what I usually write, but I couldn't help it. I love him sm wtf

Part 1 of ???

You went about your routines as usual—watering the garden, cleaning the halls, fixing any imperfections in the palace, and even helping other servants when needed.

It wasn’t unusual to see you wandering around the palace; after all, you were the queen’s favorite assistant.

No one really knew why or how you and the queen were so close, not even you. But you knew there were both benefits and drawbacks to it.

Including being a target of the 108 suitors now living under the same roof as you.

As much as you wanted to continue your duties as usual, they never failed to hinder your responsibilities.

You were heading toward the palace dining room. Though it was the last place you wanted to go, you had to pass through it to reach the kitchen to prepare something for the queen—who also refused to set foot in there.

So far, so good, until you stepped into the hallway. The once loud and distracted suitors were now eyeing you.

You swallowed nervously, the lump in your throat growing, but continued forward, treading slowly so as not to attract more attention than you already had.

You made it to the end of the hall, believing you were safe, until you felt someone grab your wrist and pull so hard you almost lost your balance. You looked up and saw one of the queen’s most persistent suitors: Antinous.

The man had a proud smirk on his face as he looked down at you, still holding onto your wrist. He’d made multiple attempts to converse with you, all of which you declined, so you weren’t entirely surprised that he’d resorted to these measures.

"Ah, well, if it isn’t the lovely slave herself.”

That pissed you off.

You knew you couldn’t do anything about it, but if you could, you’d have slapped him by now. Instead, you jerked your arm away from him.

But that didn’t stop him. He grabbed you again, this time by the arm, with a much tighter and more painful grip, making you gasp in pain.

“Whoa now, where do you think you’re going? You don’t think you can just run off that easily, do you?” he taunted, leaning closer to your neck, his voice low.

“We want the queen, and since she’s unavailable, I guess we’ll have to settle for you.”

You glanced behind you, noticing all the men in the hall staring at you with intense gazes filled with hunger, desire, and thirst.

Frightened, you hurriedly tried to break free from Antinous’s grip. He chuckled softly, holding you tighter and pulling you closer. You struggled with all your strength until, finally, he let go. But it wasn’t because of your effort.

His gaze had shifted—he was no longer looking at you, but at something, or someone, else.

Backing away from him, you looked behind him and saw none other than the queen’s son, Telemachus.

He was gripping his sword, pointing it at Antinous.

“Leave her alone.”

You were surprised, to say the least. You and Telemachus had never really spoken. He usually avoided you whenever he ran into you.

You never understood why. Every time you saw him, he’d dash away like a startled deer.

But now, here he was, standing in front of you, holding a sword to one of the suitor’s neck.

Antinous raised his hands sarcastically, a smug grin on his face as he glanced between Telemachus and you.

“Alright, I’ll leave her be, little wolf.”

He walked past you, but as he did, he whispered, “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, slave.”

You recoiled instantly as he let out a shameless laugh.

You and Telemachus watched him walk away, and then you quickly exited the dining hall.

Catching your breath, you adjusted your hair and robes, trying to calm yourself. No suitor had ever approached you with such aggression before, and now Antinous had gone to these lengths? It was terrifying.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you realized Telemachus was still standing in front of you, staring at you like a deer caught by a hunter.

You raised a brow, confused. Did he see something?

“My prince, are you… alright?” you asked, still somewhat shaken. After all, he did just save you. Maybe he was in shock?

“Shit, shit, shit, shit—” was what was running through Telemachus’s mind as he stood there.

He hadn’t really thought he’d get this far. All he saw was you in danger, and his instincts had taken over.

But now that he had actually saved you, talking to you afterward wasn’t part of the plan—if he even had a plan.

He was practically begging the gods that you wouldn’t notice the inconvenient pink hue on his cheeks because that would only make things worse.

He had gone to such lengths to avoid you, to ignore you, to ward you off—foolish attempts, all of them—and now here you were, standing right in front of him.

He waited for you to tell him that you knew. Knew he admired you, probably too much.

His lips quivered slightly as he stared at you, unable to stop himself. Come to think of it, he’d never noticed how beautiful you were up close. The shape of your nose, how perfectly it fit your face. The look in your eyes, with the soft tint of color. And your lips, how pretty they looked, even when they smiled just a little.

“Fuck, I’m staring,” he muttered under his breath, snapping out of his trance.

Which you definitely heard.

You tilted your head slightly. Was he okay? Had Antinous done something to him?

No, he was just a nervous wreck because his childhood crush was standing right in front of him, and he was so not prepared.

If Athena was watching him right now, this was definitely not a battle she had prepared him for.

With a silent, desperate cry, he cleared his throat, trying to make the situation less embarrassing than it already was.

“I-I’m fine. How are you?”

…

Seriously? THAT’S the best you could do?

He stared at the ground, trying to mask his shame. Maybe if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either, right? Zeus might as well strike him down with lightning.

He was about to punch himself when he heard something.

You were… laughing?

He looked up to see you covering your mouth, short giggles escaping your lips.

Was it bad that he found them so pretty?

Eventually, you calmed down.

“Thank you, my prince, for saving me back there. Truthfully, I wouldn’t know what to do if you hadn’t come to my aid. So, thank you.”

You bowed your head, expressing your gratitude.

“How can I repay you, my princ—”

“N-No! It’s fine, please! I don’t need anything. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. I wouldn’t want anything bad happening to you, so just…”

And now he was rambling.

Nice going, Telemachus. Might as well confess to her right here and now, right? Just go for it!

Before he could continue his spiral, both of you noticed a familiar silhouette approaching. As she got closer, you immediately recognized her.

And she did not seem pleased.

“Queen Penelope! Forgive me, I was delayed on my way to the kitchen. I’ll quickly fetch your meal as you requested—”

“No, it’s alright, Y/n. You are not the one I am concerned with.”

Her gaze shifted sharply to Telemachus, her eyes almost piercing through him.

The boy’s soul nearly escaped his body when he saw the way his mother looked at him.

“Son, come with me.” Penelope turned and walked away without another word.

Telemachus glanced back at you, taking in your beautiful presence one last time.

“I…”

“Quickly, Telemachus.”

If there was one thing he didn’t want to do, it was anger his mother. He feared her more than any god.

“I’lltalktoyoulaterbye!” he blurted out as he hurried to catch up with her.

That… was something. For a first impression, it wasn’t that bad, right?

Right?

Ah, shit.

He followed Penelope as they walked through the halls, still unsure of where they were headed, but he kept his pace with her.

Eventually, they reached the palace garden. A place where Penelope liked to unwind, where Telemachus often rested, and where you, conveniently, loved to work.

The queen sat beside the marble fountain, and Telemachus followed suit. A comfortable silence fell between them as they enjoyed the peaceful moment. It had been some time since they’d spent time together, and both of them treasured even the smallest moments.

“You like her, don’t you, son?”

…

Wait… WHAT?

So, what do you think?

[xozombiee]

“AFTER HOURS!” | W. BONNEY

✫| synopsis: bartending in the west gets boring at times, especially when the same old cowboys and outlaws come through those saloon doors everyday. you’d thought this was it..that’s the end of your story. then a certain outlaw, who’s name was getting around, walked through the doors.

warnings: porn with little plot, mentions of death, riding, little praise..it’s always gonna be there, female bodied reader, lowk psy rubbing??, hair pulling me thinks, idk what else

note: am i doing this instead of my homework?…yes. also do i know wtf women wore in the 1800s? err no. i tried tho! this is not proofread btw

In a dusty, sun-kissed town nestled amidst the rugged landscape of the west, there stood a saloon that echoed with tales of grit and resilience. behind the polished mahogany bar, you stood tall with a fiery spirit that matched the flickering glow of the oil lamps that illuminated the room.

you weren’t any ordinary bartender; you were a force to be reckoned with. with glimmering eyes that held mystery, and a rough demeanor that you used to command respect from every patron who dared to enter the establishment. your hands, calloused from years of hard work, moved with grace and precision as you served up drinks that could raise spirits or drown sorrows.

though the town was dominated by rough cowboys and outlaws, you had carved out your own place in their rugged hearts. they sought solace in your presence, and you became a confidante, offering a sympathetic ear to the broken souls who stumbled through the doors.

as the sun began its descent, casting an orange hue over the town, your saloon transformed into a sanctuary of camaraderie and laughter. the clinking of glasses and the lively banter of patrons mixed with the soulful melodies of a lone pianist, creating a symphony that echoed through the wooden walls.

but behind the facade of joviality, you carried your own secrets and dreams. you arrived in this town not long ago, escaping a past that haunted your every step. determined to leave a mark on the world, you had chosen the life of a bartending, finding comfort in the stories and journeys of those who crossed paths with you.

with swift movements back and forth behind your bar, you served drinks to the men celebrating..whatever it was this time. they sang along with others, their words jumbled and lazy, but undoubtedly filled with passion. you laughed as one of them sung to you, his eyes droopy and a crooked smile at his lips.

cleaning a few glasses, you watch as they all chat amongst themselves, if they weren’t still singing that is. a part of you yearned to have a life like theirs. to be free to do whatever you please, and not be told otherwise. you’d liked the idea of running from place to place and meeting new people. though, that’d never happen for you.

your back turns as you gather the clean glasses together, putting them neatly side by side. the sound of the saloon doors open, a sound you were used to by now. with your back still turned, you notice how most of the attendees in the saloon had gone quiet, watching as the person and their footsteps approached the bar.

turning back around, you come face to face with a taller man. he wore a shabby black hat, a maroon corduroy jacket that sat along his shoulders, and a gun at his waist. two actually, you noted as the jacket moved when he sat at the bar.

with a polite smile, you come closer, holding his gaze with yours. “evening, sir. what can i get you?”

he gives you a tight lipped smile, “whiskey, please.”

you hold his gaze for a second longer before glancing back at the people in the saloon. they stared with either fear, or curiosity in their faces. a scowl grows on your lips, muttering a small ‘drunkards’ under your breath.

the man watches as you place a clean glass onto the bar, and grab a bottle filled with brown liquid. his gaze moves to the drink as it pours into the cup, almost filling to the brim.

“you look familiar,” your voice chimes in again. “have i seen you in here before?”

he shakes his head, gaze falling back to yours. “nah.” he replies. “just passing through.”

with a sigh falling from your nose, you try to read his expression; he looked tired. you weren’t an idiot, it was obvious he was on the run. you’d seen his face on the posters, but didn’t know what his name was or what he was wanted for.

your fingernail taps against the glossy wood of the bar. trying to hide your sympathetic expression, you glance around the room. “if you need anything else, let me know, yeah?”

he nods, watching as you walk away to tend to the other customers. the way you moved was calm despite working in such an intense environment. his eyes trailed up and down your figure before taking a sip from his glass.

it seemed like hours passed as you worked. going back and forth behind the counter was time consuming as it passed so quickly. more and more people were leaving the bar as the early hours of the next day were coming.

as you went to grab some glasses from tables, you notice as the man before was still at the bar. his head was hung low, eyes trained on his glass. he’d had about three glasses of whiskey by now, only taking sips from time to time.

you’d noticed through the night how people tried to approach him. he’d usually brush them off, or making small talk that ended in peaceful silence. he wasn’t someone that was easily approachable to the blind eye. he held a strong, cold demeanor.

after gathering all the dirty glasses, and kicking the last passed out drunkard, you slide back behind the bar. you take the bucket of dirty glasses to the small sink, placing it inside before turning the water on. as it fills, you stare at it as your mind falls else where.

before it overflows, you turn the faucet off. you pour a little soap into the mix before drying your hands off to let the glasses soak. with echoing footsteps, you turn back to the bar and are face to face with the man of the night.

“want another, or is three enough?” you ask, a slight smile at your lips.

he glances up at you, studying your expression for a moment. his eyes drop back to the wooden bar, fingers tapping his halfway-empty-glass.

“this is fine.” he answers.

your elbows come to rest at the cool wood, chin in your palm as you watch him. you’d debated for most of the night to ask him what exactly he was running from. it would probably sound stupid considering how everyone and their second cousin knew about it. all except for you, as you didn’t look much into news and such.

he stares back at you, giving you the same energy within his gaze. his blue eyes analyze every bit of you, and you almost shudder at the sight of it.

“so, how long you been on the run now?” you ask, voice interrupting each of your own thoughts.

he brings the glass to his lips, downing the rest before replying. “months.” he mutters, not even phased by your abrupt question.

you hum in reply, “alone?”

“mhm.”

with his short and simple response, you laugh. it wasn’t out of humor, but rather more of irritation. you’d think someone as well known as him would talk more. most outlaws never shut up about flaunting their reputations. it’s different.

“you’re not a man of many words.” you say, not really caring about how he’d take your tone.

he shrugs, sucking his teeth a bit. “i’ve got nothing to say.”

you raise a brow, “tell me a story or something. i hear the same shit every night from my regulars. give me something new.” you request.

pouring a little more whiskey into his glass, you watch as his eyes dart to yours. “it’s on me.” you assure, giving him a smile.

the man sighs, tilting his head a little at the thought. what could he tell you? that he killed a man? that he fought a man in a saloon just like yours right before shooting him in the stomach out of defense? no..you’d probably already heard it anyways.

“what do you already know about me?” he questions, taking another sip.

your eyes squint at him, “i know you’re an outlaw on the run, obviously..and that’s about it. i don’t even know what the hell they call you.” you reply.

he chuckles, a small smile at his lips. “you’re probably one of the first.” he says. “just call me billy.”

with another hum, you nod slowly and give him your name. “billy..yeah, i think i did hear that once or twice.”

“well, either way, i don’t have many stories to tell.”

your eyes roll, a huff coming from your nose. “tell me why you’re an outlaw. i’ve heard like three different stories, and it can’t be all of them.”

billy smiles again, eyes falling from yours and to your lips for a split second. you watch him debate in his head before taking his hat off. he sets it on the empty stool next to him, running his fingers through his hair. he had brown shaggy hair that was sprawled all over his head.

“i killed a man. it was self defense.” he says, almost as if he was pleading his case.

you deadpan at him, “that’s all i get? not even a backstory?”

“there’s not much to it. he was making accusations at me..which weren’t entirely false, then he came at me. we fought over my gun, and i shot.” he elaborates, glancing at you with disinterest as if it was a meaningless story.

you fall quiet for a moment, brows raised while processing his words. that story was heard, but you didn’t know if it was the truth until now. the other stories were about robbing a bank and killing a bunch of people. hearing the actual story now..you couldn’t understand all the fuss.

a laugh falls from your lips, hand moving to pinch the bridge of your nose. “so, all this talk is because you killed a man that was attacking you?”

“yes, ma’am.”

your smile remains for a bit, eyes watching billy. “so, what now? you just gonna keep running?”

he shrugs once more, eyes kept on his glass. “probably.”

“have you at least slept?”

billy shakes his head. you chew on the inside of your cheek, contemplating multiple things in your head. if you offered him a place to sleep in the loft above your saloon, he’d probably laugh in your face. but, a part of you didn’t want him out on the street sleeping defenseless.

as a other sigh falls from you, you move away from the bar and stand straight. “i’ve got an extra room where i stay. wanna take it for the night?”

his eyes find yours, expression vague, “are you sure? i mean, i don’t wanna—”

“it’s fine. i’d feel guilty if i opened up tomorrow and my regulars are telling me you got killed in your sleep.”

billy focuses on you for awhile before taking one last sip. he lightly places the glass on the counter before moving to grab some money from his pocket.

your hand finds his wrist as he places it on the counter. “keep it. just take your ass upstairs while i finish up.”

he grins a little, grabbing his hat and standing from the stool. billy slowly moves to the door at the back of the saloon, opening it and disappearing from sight. you roll up your sleeves as you move back to the sink, dipping your hands into the soapy water to clean the glasses.

after about ten minutes, you make way up to your loft in the building. your footsteps slightly echo as you move toward the light in the living room. when you reach the floor, you watch as billy sits on the couch with his head thrown back on the edge while his hat covered up his face.

slowly approaching in front of him, you lightly kick his shin. he snaps his head up, eyes wide as his hat falls to his lap. he lets out a small breath in relief, making you smile. you watch as he sits up on the couch.

“scared the shit out of me.” he mumbles, putting that ragged hat on again.

you move to sit next to him, bouncing lightly on the cushions. “must’ve been too tired to hear me coming up the steps.”

he leans into the couch once more, eyes trained on the ceiling. you watched his expression and how he studied the whiteness of the panels above.

“penny for your thoughts?” you whisper, watching his eyes shift over to you.

billy shakes his head, scoffing a little to himself. “it’s nothing. just thinking.”

“about?”

“everything.”

you let your gaze falter, moving to the floor. “everything that’s happened?” you ask.

he nods, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. billy wants nothing more than to go back and stop everything that’s happened. to change what got him to this point.

but if he did that, he would’ve never met you. you were one of the kindest people to him since the incident. the way you carried yourself, much like him, was with confidence. he respected you, and that aspect of your personality.

“i understand what it’s like..kind of.” you say, patting down the wrinkles in your outfit. “i was never wanted, but i’ve done things. things i wish i could take back.”

billy watches as you speak, the way your lips move and the expression you hold shifts with each emotion running through you. he almost doesn’t understand what you’re saying. the only thing keeping him to reality was the fact you sounded serious.

he adjusts himself on the furniture, “what have you done?” he asks, a part of him afraid to know the answer.

“i’ve killed.” you reply, the tone of your voice dropping lowly. “it was in defense, like you.”

billy watches the way you bounce your knee against the flooring of the loft. the dress you wear moves along with it, and your shoe lightly taps.

“when did it happen?” he asks as his pure curiosity gets the best of him.

you look up at him, smiling a little. “i was fourteen.”

billy looks at you, empathizing with your situation. though he wasn’t that young when it happened, he still felt some sort of connection with your experience.

“i don’t regret killing him honestly, but i regret hurting my family and his. they didn’t deserve to go through that. it wasn’t any of their faults.” you say as you breathe out slowly.

in an small moment, his hand is on yours. it’s a light touch, like he’s afraid to hurt you. billy moves his other hand to the space beneath your chin, and shifts your head to look at him in the eyes.

his voice is light, “you were defending yourself. it wasn’t your fault either.” billy whispers.

the words make your heart swell. after everything, hearing those words made it all feel better. almost all the guilt left your veins. he was right after all. it wasn’t your fault. what that man did..you just did what you had to.

as he holds your gaze, you slowly inch toward him. his blue irises bore into yours, watching as you shift them to his lips. they were slightly chapped and held a small frown on them.

billy leaned closer to you and your breaths mingled, like two lights finding each other in the darkness. he could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, as all of his senses were focused on you and you alone.

he closed the distance, and his lips met yours. billy felt himself melt into you like a magnet. everything muted itself, and his hands made way to your waist. he pulled you onto him, your knees caging around his thighs.

your hands found their way to his jaw, pulling him even closer. he tasted your soft lips and felt your warm skin against his. the room seemed to dissolve around you as the only thing in existence was this. this perfect union.

time stood still, and you both wanted more, but neither wanting it to initiate it. then, with what restraint he had left, he pulled away, his lips still grazing yours.

he looks up at you, his eyes filled with worry. “im sorry, i didn’t mean—”

“shut up.”

pressing your lips back to his, he lets out a grunt in reply before melting into you once more. the warmth of you, your lips, your being that sat in his lap—he felt lightheaded. billy moved his hands to your waist again, slowly trailing them up your back.

you feel the buttons of your dress being undone. he stops right before taking the sleeves off, prying himself away from you. billy’s eyes look into yours for confirmation, and you give him a quick, impatient nod in reply.

with that, he pulls the dress off slowly. your lips trail from his own to his neck, putting the flesh between your teeth. he groaned, trying to focus on untying your corset.

as he removed it, he wasted no time to discard it to the floor, hands making way to take off the chemise you wore.

“all those months on the run got you impatient now, cowboy?” you mutter, laughing as he would struggle from time to time.

billy looks up at you, his gaze slightly hidden by his hat, “no, just none of the women i’ve been with wore this much underneath. i’m also not a cowboy, sweetheart.”

rolling your eyes, you grab at his wrists to stop him. he looks up at you, big eyes and all, causing the built up pressure in your lower stomach to worsen. “just leave it. i’m not wearing anything under, so don’t fuss.”

you watch him nod slowly as he started to stare, making no move to take off his clothes. “do i have to do it for you?” you whisper, hands undoing the brown suspenders on his shoulders.

he shakes his head, moving to unbutton his pants he wore. you watch the way he fumbles with them, sliding them midway down his thighs. billy’s hands eventually move back to your waist, bunching up your chemise to your hips.

billy’s eyes watch as your pretty pussy comes into view, sitting in his lap with such a prepossessing aura. he has to restrain himself from taking you right then.

his dick was hard and twitching, the length had an angry tip with its slit profusely leaking pre-cum. it looked painful and it was because of you. you. you wondered if you had power over him now for a brief second but you shake your head clear of these thoughts.

instead, you catch his lips again, the kiss slower this time. you raise yourself a bit so he can align himself to your entrance. the cool touch of his hand meets your cunt, sliding a finger through the folds and collecting the juices flowing from you.

he uses your slick and spreads it across your sensitive pussy. you took a deep breath of air into your lungs. this feeling was new, since no man you’d been with ever did this, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

a small groan falls from billy’s lips as he uses it to prep himself, guiding his hand along his cock and pumping it slowly. he was on the girthy side with veins on the underside of his cock.

you knew you would stretch around him, that your walls would be a perfect fit around his length. you were too impatient for any sort of foreplay; you wanted the stretch. you wanted him to make you dizzy with his cock splitting you apart.

billy grabs your hips with his unoccupied hand, bringing you closer to him. you let out a whimper as you began to sink onto him, eyes flicking to his. those blue ones he held were zeroed down to the place you both were connected now.

his hands are on either side of your hip, guiding you down on his length. it was after his cock was fully stuffed in you, that his self-control allowed him to almost whine at the feeling of you.

your hands are on his shoulders to support yourself. your fingers weakly fist his shirt as you begin to ride him, raising yourself a few inches before slamming down on his cock with a loud moan escaping your lips. he reached the deepest spot inside of you somehow. no one had ever done that. not like this.

his cockhead grazes your spongy spot as you fuck yourself on him. arousal and his pre-cum are smeared all over your thighs. this sight made billy’s breath hitch, something you didn't notice as you were too busy with your eyes closed and taking him. you looked completely dissoluted like this.

your hair was a mess now, your lips glossy and swollen, hands digging into his shoulder. billy felt himself become enraptured by you and this sight. it was something he could get used to..if he wasn’t an outlaw that is.

he pulls you closer to him. one of his hands is on your back, pressing you to him. his hips raise upwards to fuck you as he now lets out more vocal sounds of enjoyment.

watching him with a hazy gaze, you remove the hat from his head. you place it onto your own, grinning at how he stares up at you like you were the creator of all living beings and creatures on this earth.

moving one of your hands from his shoulder, you bring it to his hair and give some strands a tug. he groans, the vibrations of his chest transferring to his dick, which transferred to you.

each thrust of his was made for his selfishness in your velvet walls. the drag of his cock was perfect, his speed was unbelievable. it was like heaven itself, but without the pearly gates and clouds.

while stuck in your own brain, the feeling of teeth bring you back to reality. you let a shuddered sigh fall as billy digs into the collarbone that peaked from your square-necked chemise. he slowly kisses up your neck, bringing a hand to the back of your head.

“fuck..’s too good,” he mutters, trying to keep his voice even.

you laugh, making him groan a little. he looks up, watching as you bounce with one hand held on his hat to keep it on. “too good? were all your other girls shit?”

he lets out short breaths, his blue eyes studying the way you moved as if he was in a trance. billy would answer if he wasn’t on another planet right now. a planet where you were taking him so deliciously, almost to the point where he could pass out.

“fuck,” he says under his breath as your pussy clenches around him. “where do you want it?” his voice was strained from trying to keep his composure.

you pant, “inside.”

billy doesn’t waste a second before obliging and quickening his pace, making the hat on your head fall lopsided. you could feel the pressure in you tightening, almost about to burst like a pipe.

he moves his thumb to rub at your clit, and the tip of his cock repeatedly nudges against that one spot that has you falling apart on top of him with a loud cry. your orgasm hits you hard and billy can’t hold it in any longer. he fucks into you for another minute, eyes squeezed shut as he groans out your name.

billy groans when you flutter around him as you cum. he’s thrusting his hips up into you with his newfound force. it requires you to tighten your grip on his shoulders to stay put as he empties his load deep inside you, his sweet moans echoing in the living room.

your cunt milks him dry, and he fills you up to the brim—to the point where you could feel him leak out of you. the both of you pause, your hands resting on his chest as you catch your breath.

he slowly eases his cock out of you. the both of you were breathing heavily as he pulls you closer, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. you wrap you arms around his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“wanna share my bed?” you whisper.

tags: @m0rphys

[moon-tell-me]

Them having a crush on you...

The outsiders (separate) x GN! reader

Warnings: nothing I don't think :))

DARRY CURTIS

It's been a reaalllyy long time since he's felt this way for anyone

So a small part of him is excited when he realizes it

But the majority of him..?

Well.. that's a different story

He's very busy with work and the family

He just doesn't have any time for love or romance

You understand ://

So it's unlikely he will do much of anything on his own

He will probably even avoid you a bit in hopes of making himself feel better

That being said, if you realize what's going on, and decide to pursue the relationship, he may manage to fit you in his schedule :))

"Hey, Darry.. uhm, could we talk for a second..?" You asked, as you popped up from around the corner, completely catching him off guard. It had been almost two weeks since you two had a proper conversation, and you weren't gonna let it go on any longer.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Okay so this is gonna come as a surprise to no one, but..

Throughout his life he has consistently gotten girlfriends and boyfriends with no issue

Again, no one's surprised

I mean, look at him, he's beautiful

Anyways-

He immediately knows that he likes you

And he very quickly starts planning out how he can go about the situation

It won't take very long for him to make his move, however if you beat him to it, he would definitely be over the moon

There you are, looking as good as ever. He's already decided that he's gonna ask you out later, an- wait.. your walking over to him..?

PONYBOY CURTIS

Poor kid doesn't know wtf is going on at first

All he knows is that he suddenly enjoys your company more then before

It wasn't until you interlocked his fingers with yours one night that he finally became fully aware of his feelings

He is not nearly as subtle about these feelings as he thinks he is.

He's so obvious, you'd have to be pretty inattentive to not notice anything

Based on this, you will likely be making the first move

With a dramatic sigh you let your head fall against his shoulder. The two of you have been studying together for about two hours and your in desperate need of a break. "C'mon, you need to focus." He said, sounding more annoyed then he really was. You grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers and looking up at him pleadingly. "Pleease.?"

DALLAS WINSTON

Ohh boy

Out of allll the guys in Tulsa, you caught his attention?

Lucky 🙄

I love him sm istg

In all seriousness, this is very new to him

He's not used to genuinely caring about someone

Besides Johnny, he's never really loved anything

He's gonna start off with his typical flirting

That won't change until he realizes his feelings

After that, he switches to being a total jerk to you

Mans does not know how to process his feelings

Just give him time tho, he'll figure it all out

Here you are, sitting on the porch of the Curtis house. It's late and everyone is inside the house, save for you and Dal. He's been real difficult lately, although tonight his attitude has noticably improved. As you watch him struggle to light his cancer stick you can't help but wonder, what did he want to ask you.?

JOHNNY CADE

My sweet, respectful boy

He falls head over heels immediately

Everybody realizes his feelings rather quickly too

Including himself

He's not stupid

He notices how his cheeks get all warm

His hands get all sweaty

His knees feel like they might give out

It's a new feeling for him

For once he has someone touching him without causing him pain

I'm gonna fight his parents- WOAH! Who said that!? 😅

If your the type of person who is really affectionate with your friends (me fr) then you might actually kill the poor kid

He asked Dally for advice only to completely ignore it

Turns out Dally sucks at giving good advice, who woulda known?

He was thankful for how dark it had gotten, otherwise you would be able to see just how red his face had gone. For some reason you had decided it would be a great idea to hold his hand out of nowhere. Why can't you see what your doing to him?

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

You guys prolly met in middle school

He pulled some dumb shii and put gum in your hair or something

After that he often teased you

Referring to you as his girlfriend/boyfriend

You better expect a lot of playful flirting with this one

He pretty much confesses his feelings on the daily tbh

Albeit in a way that makes you think it's a joke

Eventually you just kinda realize that hey, maybe he isn't joking

"See, I always knew we were perfect for each other, ever since that day in sixth grade." He teased, throwing his arm around your shoulder only for you to immediately push it off. "Get off of me, would you?"

[2tcs]

Day 6: Forgetting an important date and offense

DeadTired: Tim

TheBloodSon: Damian

WingDing: Dick

PurplePower: Steph

Shadow: Cass

GlowStick: Duke

UndeadDrama: Jason

SpaceCadet: Danny

Alfred: Alfred

B Less Batchat

Feb 9, 11:15 AM

DeadTired

“I don’t think you understand the 

importance of getting a third

party to” bla bla bla

I sware. Some of these old farts

just need to retire already.

PurplePower

But if they retired then the world might figure

out that we don’t need them.

Shadow 

🤯

WingDing

Just a little longer Tim then your home free

DeadTired

Easy for you to say. I have three meetings

after this. And all of them could be covered

in an email. But I swear that none of these

Old hats even know what an email is.

SpaceCadet

ducks to be you

Ducks

Ducks

DeadTired

It’s okay. Take your time.

SpaceCadet

Fuds you

wtf?

PurplePower

🤣😂🤣

Shadow

😂

WingDing

Autocorrect strikes again.

TheBloodSon

Please cease this irritating conversation.

Some of us have important work to do.

GlowStick

This is kinda the highlight of my patrol.

But I remember when I was in school.

Don’t let the teachers see you texting.

TheBloodSon

Tt. As if they would catch me.

SpaceCadet

Aren’t you at lunch right now

Damian? Besides you could

just put your phone on mute.

PurplePower

Ooo Snap!

TheBloodSon

That is irrelevant. You all need to

focus on your duties instead of

complaining about frivolous things.

WingDing

Aw. Look how responsible you are!

PurplePower

Our little boy is growing so fast. 😭

Shadow

😢

DeadTired

Some day he will be all grown up

and too smart to hang out with us

simpleton.

TheBloodSon

I am already too smart for a plebian

like you Drake.

SpaceCadet

Lol

Sit down, pleb.

Oh before I forget

The 12 is my dd so I

won’t be available.

Shadow

👍

WingDing

👍

GlowStick

👍

DeadTired

👍

PurplePower

👍

TheBloodSon

Tt

UndeadDrama

QUIT SPAMING MY PHONE!

Alfred

Might I suggest you all return to your

duties?

Feb 10, 8:30 PM

SpaceCadet

Where is everyone?

Shadow

❓

SpaceCadet

I’m in the cave but no one else is.

DeadTired

Lol

Check the time.

Alfred

Young master. I can hear you all the way

in the manor. Please mind your language

And remember to place a quarter in the

jar.

SpaceCadet

Sorry Alfred

Feb 11, 6:00 AM

DeadTired

GUYS! I JUST FIGURED IT OUT!!!

I KNOW WHAT COFFEE SHOP

DANNY GOES TO!!!!

DANNY YOU ARE SUCH A SELFISH

AHOLE!!! THEY GAVE ME A 12OZ 

OF STRAIT ESPRESSO SHOTS!!!

Alfred

Master Tim. Master Danny. If you would 

please meet me in the kitchen at exactly 

6:30 am I would very much appreciate it.

SpaceCadet

Tim. I am sorry to inform you

that we are no longer friends.

DeadTired

GET BENT DEAD BOY!

SpaceCadet

Alfred? Tim hasn’t gone to sleep

since February 7th. He has set

up an alarm system to tell him

when you are coming up the 

stairs to the family wing so

he can pretend to be asleep

when you check on him.

DeadTired

YOU TRAITER!

SpaceCadet

Oh, hay! Thanks Tim! Now

I have my own theme music

for the day!

DeadTired

NO! SUFFER!!!

UndeadDrama

Why the heck is the Barbie song

playing next door…

Never mind. I just read the texts.

SpaceCadet

I′m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world

Life in plastic, it's fantastic

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere

Imagination, life is your creation

DeadTired

GO EAT A DICK!

SpaceCadet

I think Kory would unalive me if

I tried to eat your brother.

DeadTired

ALSKDJFA;OLSDIFJKA;SOLKDF

Feb 11, 9:15 AM

UndeadDrama

I hate to inform everyone but

Danny’s phone has unfortunately passed

away.

GlowStick

R.I.P.

What song was it playing?

UndeadDrama

Crazy Frog. Auto-tuned Crazy Frog.

WingDing

Isn’t that song already auto-tuned?

UndeadDrama

This was worse. So much worse.

Think Alvin and the Chipmunks 

level of pitch with the weird 

auto-tune echo.

PurplePower

On this day we say goodbye to

a good phone. Taken from us

too soon. Please light a candle

for our fallen comrade. 🕯️

WingDing

🕯️

Shadow

🕯️

GlowStick

🕯️

UndeadDrama

🕯️

GlowStick has invited (888) XXX-XXXX 

to the chat.

(888) XXX-XXXX  has changed their name to 

DieHard.

DieHard

🕯️

DeadTired

YOU WILL SUFFER!!!

Feb 12, 10 AM

GlowStick

Hay. Has anyone seen Danny?

He wasn’t in class today.

TheBloodSon

He is probably shirking his studies.

WingDing

Come on Dams. Danny likes that.

Hay Jason. Danny’s apartment is

Next to yours. Is he home?

Feb 12, 3:16 PM

UndeadDrama

Just woke up. I didn’t hear him get

back last night.

Feb 12, 3:30 PM

UndeadDrama

Just went through his apartment.

He’s not there and it doesn’t look

like anything’s been touched since

I was over yesterday.

Shadow

😱

PurplePower

That’s not like Danny. Sleep is sacred

to him. He would never purposely

Stay out later than his normal patrol.

GlowStick

He never showed up for class. I’m on

patrol rn so I’ll keep an eye out for him.

Shadow

🤕❓

WingDing

I don’t know Cass.

I’m coming to Gotham tonight

To help look for him.

UndeadDrama

I’m going to do a few rounds

in the alley. If I can’t find him 

before patrol, I’ll have some of

my men start nosing around.

Alfred

I will make sure the med bay is

prepped and ready. Please be safe

everyone.

DeadTired

👍

TheBloodSon

Of course.

WingDing

👍

PurplePower

👍

Shadow

👍

GlowStick

👍

UndeadDrama

Okay Alfi.

Feb 13, 7:35 AM

DieHard

Hay everyone. I just got

back in Gotham.

What did I miss?

WingDing

DANNY!!!

PurplePower

Danny! Where were you!

Shadow

🥺💔

DeadTired

WTF WAS YOUR TRACKER?

WHY WAS YOUR PHONE

UNTRACABLE?!

GlowStick

Dude! Are you okay?

TheBloodSon

Tt. I do not see a reason for you

all to be so concerned.

DieHard

DID YOU ALL FORGET

ABOUT MY DEATH DAY?!

DISSHONER! DISSHONER

ON YOU! DISSHONER ON 

YOUR COW!

Alfred

Young Master Danny. I am happy

To hear you are back. If you would

be so kind please come by the

manor, I would greatly appreciate it.

DieHard

Of course Alfred.

Feb 13, 2:50 PM

UndeadDrama

Danny! Your back!

DieHard

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UndeadDrama

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DieHard

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UndeadDrama

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[neilarmstrongssmile]

Ok, I need to talk about it. The Five x Lila thing is uncomfortable and kinda gross to me. But mabye I'm not seeing the vision/my discomfort is not the reason it's a bad idea necesarilly. So... here are some reasons besides that on why it's just a bad idea:

1. Why give Five a love story at all? He had a love story, has had it the whole show - love for his family. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve romantic love (with an actual human), but knowing it's the last season and knowing they have only 6 eposodes mabye don't? Introducing the romance in the second to last episode? And developing it through a montague? It's not enough time

2. What's the purpose of the subway station to the story? The only characters on it are Five and Lila (later also Lila's family + Claire), they don't accomplish anything with it, don't find anything useful, don't learn anything new. It's an excuse to have them get lost there, so that they could fall in love. IT'S THE LAST SEASON! Don't waste a cool location like that! Why didn't other characters get there? Why didn't they get Bennifer there and put Ben on one train and Jennifer on another while they think of another permanent safe solution? Use the subway station for actual plot or get rid of it - and that way we don't have the out-of-character falling in love crap

3. Ok, thay are lost, it's been years, they are loosing hope, they are clinging to the only other real thing. There's no guilt? No talk of Diego, Lila's children? There's no false start? They just kiss, remark it's not weird and live idyllicly together? I don't need depressing scenes of them crying for their family and hating themselves for being together, but what we got was not a relationship created by necessity but a normal falling in love story as if Lila isn't MARRIED CURRENTLY to Five's BROTHER! There should be some weirdness, some discussion of what exactly their relationship is, what would happen if they managed to come back. It's inconsistent (with previous characterisation but that's another thing) - are they genuinly in love, or using each other? Is Lila trully happy and in love, or pretending, while being desperate to come back to reality with Diego and her kids? They seem really in love, but after Five finally (5 months!?!?? WTF that's gross) shows Lila the notebook and she leaves she makes it seem as if she's choosing Diego and her marriage. But then she cannot answer 'Do you love him?', gives Five longing glances, is holding his hand... I know that she could be confused and unsure but it doesn't seem as if she doesn't know, it seems like she acts in the way for all the scenes to be dramatic even if it contradicts what happened previously.

4. So they manage to go back, Lila doesn't immedietly confess to Diego, and when the truth comes out Five is mad? He is in the wrong! He went after his brother's wife, he should be apologetic, he should feel weird to be in Diego's home, not combative. Yeah, your love life is complicated and not everything is roses after your return but it's on you YOU WENT AFTER A MARRIED WOMAN! WITH KIDS! And you're mad at her husband for being mad at you? No, he should be ashamed. And ok, get mad later, say that you were finally happy, and now it's gone, scream it at Lila or Diego, but not from the get go. That makes him seem like such a scumbag .

5. You wanted Five to have a romance. In my opinion unnecessary, but do you. You wanted it to be with Lila. In my opinion very weird choice, but sure. Why have Lila and Diego married? We have a 6 year time skip. They could have been just co-parenting and no longer together (and never married). Why make a subplot where Diego thinks Lila is cheating on him (as a joke) to then make it a reality? Why not have Diego and Lila have this season to grow close as friends and co-parent as a unit after years of conflict and have Diego be supportive of this weird incestuous relationship? (TUA unfortunately is no stranger to that, and UA already has weird and complicated relationships all around) instead of falling apart in such a fashion? IT'S THE LAST SEASON at the very least have all our main characters go out without conflict with each other. Five's lat words to Diego were 'I'm gonna kill you'.

It seems they made this whole thing as messy as possible, but then didn't dive deep into the mess to have some actual drama, didn't adress the mess, didn't vindicate any of those characters. And if you're just creating mess and don't engage with it, and it's THE LAST SEASON mabye you should've just left it alone - Lila and Diego together and happy, and Five doing everything to be with his family, safe. I'm dissapointed.

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

The Tragedy of Qijiu; Analysis

aka: reason why Yue Qingyuan and Shen Jiu make me ugly sob

1. the things left unsaid

the most poignant part of the novel for this ship is this line: "Too late. It was already too late! Shen Jiu was no longer here. He would never again be able to hear Yue Qingyuan’s words, never ever.”

and again, in the character notes: "He (sy) is no longer the intended recipient of this favor. Yue Qingyuan will have to find his own closure, as the person he looks for behind the new Shen Qingqiu’s eyes will no longer return.”

READ THAT SHIT. READ IT. ISNT IT TRAGIC???

ygy and sj spent their whole lives since they were little kids with unspoken words between them, longing glances, misunderstandings and hidden affections. you know who else does that? THE MAIN COUPLE OF SCUMS VILLAIN: luo binghe and shen yuan.


EXCEPT

we get to watch them fix their misunderstanding. we get to watch binghe realize he was never hated for his heritage. we get to watch shen yuan realize he is saved from retribution for sins he never committed. this is a privilege qijiu never gets.

the worst part? they almost get it.

because yue qingyuan does, in (what he believes are) his final moments, try to communicate. it's the beautiful cliche "im dying so ill tell you everything" except its not beautiful because the person he needs to tell is GONE. he was gone the whole time and YUE QINGYUAN DOESNT EVEN KNOW:

2. YUE QINGYUAN'S SOULMATE IS DEAD AND HE DOESNT KNOW

is that not like INSANE???

like yeah, the person you love dying is tragic. but its even more tragic that they were so distant he cannot even tell shen jiu and shen yuan apart. he will never know his beloved is gone from the world; he is not even awarded the privilege to mourn

and he can NEVER know. sy is literally prohibited by the system from telling him. so happens is:

3. YUE QINGYUAN MUST FALSELY BELIEVE HIS SOULMATE REJECTED HIM FOR ANOTHER GUY

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4. yue qingyuan fails shen jiu at each and every opportunity

can you IMAGINE? he got into cultivation to save his xiao jiu from the qiu manor. he failed. he became the leader of the sect to be a man shen jiu could one day respect. shen never respects him (even shen yuan canonically is like "dude wtf? this is the sect leader; shen jiu treats him so disrespectfullt?") . yue qingyuan tries to protect shen jiu from luo binghe - fails. tried to save him after receiving his two legs in the mail but failed and died trying. tries to save shen yuan - shows up too late and shen yuan gets poisoned without a cure. tries to take on debt for shen yuan - shen yuan wins the spirit stones. tries to fight mobei jun - fails and shen jiu falls into depression because he lost binghe due to his failure. tried to lock up a heavenly demon - succeeded! but that ultimately led to the birth of the even stronger heavenly demon who goes on to torture his beloved for a decade.

yue qingyuan is a man in power without the power to succeed at the one thing he needs to.

conversely, shen jiu, a little slave with no name or power changed his live. when yqy needed him, shen jiu selflessly stepped in danger's way and saved him successfully. yqy never repays his debt even though he tries so hard.

and then his xiao jiu falls in love with the young demon boy who wreaks havoc and kidnaps him and kinda treats him like shit. he fails at earning shen jiu's love too.

5. yue qingyuan never finds out that shen jiu loved him.

shen yuan likely believed yue qingyuan abhorred him. what shen yuan feels for yue qingyuan is likely a mix of "you betrayed me so i must hate you + you hate me so in return i must hate you. but in reality if you were to look close i dont hate you at all. but ill act like i do because i must hate you."

yue qingyuan though? there was no question. his feelings for shen jiu were always love and shen jiu will never know that, so there will never be a chance for shen jiu to change his mind, to not think "you do not hate me so i do not have to hate you, you love me so i can love you"

this kinda ties into the "words left unsaid" point EXCEPT at least shen jiu gets one time where he finds out how yqy feels. yqy never ever in any universe finds out. he thinks shen jiu is determined to never call him qi-ge again.

6. but even when shen jiu gets to find out yue qingyuan loves him, it is the most tragic way of doing so

i want you to imagine:

you love this person. you trusted them and they betrayed you. you hate that they make you feel weak so you place distance between you two. they look down on you so you respond in turn, with harsh words and harsher actions.

and then they die a horrific death- stabbed by ten thousand arrows- to come save you.

you realize they never meant to betray you, never looked down on you.

you were so mean and distant for nothing.

you cannot say sorry. they are dead. it is your fault.

shen jiu so eagerly wrote that letter to yqy, not because he wanted to escape torture but because he was so confident yqy wouldnt come.

he didnt come last time, so why did he come now!?

EXTRA

they are the epitome of the childhood friends to lovers & "i loved you all along" trope. they have seen each other in every stage of their loves and still, in their convoluted way, loved each other even with all the tension between them

golden retriever x black cat

yue qingyuan totally spoils shen qingqiu. if he tolerates that level of disrespect? yk damn well qing jing peak is never short of funding

shen jiu really is in desperate need of being loved. he like, is a character that claims he doesnt care to be liked but we all know its human nature to want to be appreciated and loved. "i dont need you to love me" "i love you" "oh"

the potential for a: "i dont need your pity" "its not pity i just care about you" or a "why do you even care?" "because i love you" or a (as catra and adora say) "i know you all hate me!" "i never hated you" dialogue drop

the potential for a deku -> izuku moment. i mean yue qingyuan literally canonically foreshadows it: "are you so determined to never call me qi-ge again?"

misunderstood x "i see past your mask" (ive written more about this dynamic in my lynaether post tumblr wont let me link but the in summary: blablabla human desire to be understood and human tendency to self sabotage and hide your flaws yada yada "i hold the ugliest parts of you up to the lie and dont even flinch")

FEEL FREE TO ADD UR EXTRA BULLET POINTS IN THE COMMENTS

[aetherdecember]

Look, I love BBC Merlin and how they told the lore, but I’m a sucker for the relationship between Arthur and Mordred in the mythology. Specifically, I love how Mary Stewart (author of The Arthurian Saga**) and Nancy Springer (author of I Am Mordred**) wrote about the father/son relationship between them. So naturally, my brain has been conjuring up how I can include that in my Flipping the Coin au.

Since the main premise is Merlin died/Arthur lives, and now Arthur is the one waiting for Merlin to come back, things would stay consistent with canon up to the last episode (when Merlin flips the coin of their destiny and sacrifices himself so Arthur can live and thus stop Camlann from happening altogether). Which is where this idea will start:

Gwen is barren. She and Arthur never have kids. Eventually, everyone Arthur knows and loves dies. He can’t rule Camelot forever, and after Gwen’s death, he no longer wants to, so he fakes his death and wanders off figure out why he’s still here. He never gets an answer for that. Arthur spends the next millennium waiting. He keeps living. He meets people, experiences things he’d never experienced before, and learns things he’d never dreamed of learning. He can’t stay anywhere long, or else suspicions will rise, but he gets to see the world change, how technology advances, and witness humans continuing to be humans. When war breaks out, he joins the battle. It’s familiar. The rush of adrenaline is the same whether he’s wielding a sword or a gun. Only, he can’t see the enemy’s face anymore.

Peace comes again. At some point, he sleeps with a woman, and she happens to become pregnant. Bisexual disaster that he is, he’s had all sorts of partners from both sexes, but has never had this happen, even before the advent of reliable birth control. Later, he’ll learn her name is Morgause. She doesn’t look like the Morgause he knew before, nor does she act like her, but her name haunts him. After the baby is born, she gives him to Arthur, says she has no intentions of being a mother, and leaves. The last thing she had said to him was the baby’s name.

Mordred.

That night, Arthur holds Mordred and weeps.

There is irony in his son being named Mordred. First, in that the legends surrounding him, Merlin, Camelot, the Knights of the Round Table, and all of it, had long ago decided Mordred was his son. And two, in a retelling of that legend, it had aptly phrased what he sensed was happening now. Granted, he isn’t a sorcerer, he doesn’t have magic, so he can’t support his feeling with anything other than he’d been around a long time and knew to his very core that it was true. Mordred’s birth is a signal of the beginning of the end.

Fatherhood brings him a new sense of purpose. Gone are the days of loneliness and drudgery. Every day with Mordred brings a new light into his life. Each smile is a miracle. Seeing Mordred experience things for the first time brings a new appreciation. Being there to watch him grow makes time fly like it never has before. But Arthur is afraid. He doesn’t want to be his father. He doesn’t know how to be a father, or what the right way to do it is. In all the years he’s been on the Earth, he’s never known a man who could concretely say, “This is the way to raise a son,” and actually reap the fruits of their efforts. Too frequently, he’d seen sons grow outside of the visions their fathers molded for them and receive only disappointment and disdain in return. So he was afraid, because he too had been that son.

*cue a series of fluffy father/son one shots of Arthur raising Mordred until Merlin comes back, takes one look, and is is like WTF????? No, I won’t have Mordred for a step son >:(*

**Mary Stewart and Nancy Springer have several other works, not just the stories I mentioned. The ones mentioned are the ones I’m pulling inspiration from ^^

Additional notes below the break:

Guinevere’s barrenness is not a headcanon I typically subscribe to for BBC Merlin. My headcanon is that after Arthur’s death, Gwen gives birth, and their child eventually succeeds her as ruler.

I’ve always seen Mordred’s appearance as the harbinger of Arthur’s downfall. Thus, the reason for the plot bunnies in my brain going crazy with this idea of how I could bring him in, still remain mostly canon compliant with BBC Merlin, and build off some of my favorite parts of the lore. (Mandatory disclaimer: for BBC Merlin, I don’t headcanon Mordred as Arthur’s son. But for the mythology, I do wholeheartedly support that canon.)

Arthur’s choice to participate and live once Camelot is gone is a decision to contrast my headcanon of how Merlin handled it. I don’t think Merlin thrived. I think he stayed busy, and tried to remain hopeful, but I think he was anxiously consumed with the anticipation of wondering when Arthur would come back. In this au, Arthur may or may not know that Merlin is supposed to come back (I’m still working on that detail), but he’s always been around others. I think he would seek camaraderie, and companionship, and that he would connect with others but only to a superficial level. I don’t think he’d exist in a void of loneliness. Plus, he doesn’t have the guilt of knowing he failed because the pressure from the prophecy is very one sided *coughcough*causemerlinnevertoldhim*coughcough*

Anyways, that’s enough rambling from me about this. I’ll probably share some snippets of writing next because there are some fantastic scenes coming together in the draft so stay tuned! ;D

[mixtapedoh]

ahh idk if you’re still doing the concept moodboards but if you still are, may i request junhui + fake relationship or secretly dating au? thank uuu <3

olive notes: hi jen! i am still doing the moodboards ♡. also, yesterday i saw that the fic i wrote for you didn't post but went to my drafts instead??? genuinely, wtf, i'm so sorry that happened, and i'm going to post it tomorrow 😭😭😭.

⋰˚☆ wen junhui x secret dating! au . . .

"if your advice is to be so trusted, why aren't you in a relationship, jun?"

a sigh. immediately followed by a snort from you and inspired laughter from shua, who was never one to be afraid at finding enjoyment in his own jokes, of course, but a sigh all the same and a roll of his eyes. shua was asking for his opinion, was he not?

"yeah, junnie" — and your eyes sparkled with something infectious, like to coax a grin out of anyone you hoped to conspire with, barring, of course, someone with a willpower as strong as him — "why aren't you in a relationship?"

the man in question nudged you playfully and you leaned into the sway, silent laughter still coloring your breathing, fading and impressionistic, inspiring anyone with a desire for more.

"first i'd have to get rid of you. scaring everyone off."

and the conversation drifted from there. eventually, you all finished your meals and played the game of 'i've got the bill!' 'no; i'll pay." 'really, i owe you from last time.' and once you were all sufficiently fed and satisfied with your dance of politeness, you parted ways — joshua had to go help jeonghan with something or another, and you were easy to make an excuse of needing to run some errands. jun offered to accompany you, shua left with advice and more than enough mirth to fill his week, and that was seemingly the end of your little lunch date get-together.

it was when shua was confirmed gone that the true teasing begun.

"poor little junnie; all this affection, but no one to spoil."

"poor little (n/n), with all this teasing, but no one endeared enough to receive it."

you scoffed, and jun pulled you to the inside of the sidewalk, his fingers lacing with yours. you brought your intertwined hands to your lips to kiss them, and the two of you kept walking, indeed stopping at the supermarket like you'd told shua you would.

there was no real reason, truly, why you had jun had been dating for the last 4 months but hiding it from everyone else. just a 'why not?' sentiment that filled the both of you with giddy laughter — a silly secret that gave you an inexplicable rush. because kissing jun for the first time in the middle of his living room had been so addicting, and then immediately having to play it off afterward, when woozi walked in, oblivious to the encounter that had taken place while he was in the kitchen, had been even more exciting.

and then playing off the teasing that hoshi always entertained, trying to thoroughly convince the ever watching eyes of hao... it was a simple thrill, a cheap enjoyment. seungkwan had almost been the unfortunate friend to stumble upon your clandestine love-affair more than once, and the way that jun stumbled over the awkwardness of being near-caught would never fail to be wholly adorable and a silly kind of charming that made these first experiences between you all the more entertaining. why not? you already had your cake, why not indulge in the feeling and eat it, too?

and jun was so lenient with your every desire, in no small part due to the fact that he enjoyed the exhilaration of it, too.

after all — he thought as he came up behind you to grab a package of ramyeon off the shelf and, sticking it in the basket you held, rested his chin on your shoulder only to receive a peck on the cheek from you, absent minded, but offhandedly pulled from the deep well of where your affection for him resided — having a secret with you was all he'd wanted for longer than you could possibly know.

send me an idol + a concept & i’ll give you a little moodboard & blurb

[mikashisus]

TO MY NAME, TO THE HILLS !

SUMMARY: he showed up in your dreams like a phantom, and left your life as quick as the breeze that brought him to you. but nothing could have prepared you for the way his presence lingered even long after he was gone.

PAIRING: kaedehara kazuha x gn!witch!reader

TAGLIST! @wystiix @pixelcafe-network

warnings: angst if u rlly RLLY squint. imagery of drowning(?) + suffocating

word count: 847

notes: idk wtf possessed me while i was writing this but i kid u not i was so locked in that i literally dissociated LMAO if only i could be this locked in on schoolwork sighs. anyw uhhh i think i peaked here ngl.

heavily inspired by yaelokre and their new song 'my farewells to the fields'. i was originally gonna title this with the name of the song, but i have a kaeya fic planned with the same name so i decided not to. also this totallyyyy doesn't take place in my RSE au... smile. also it's not stated anywhere in this, but the mc is a witch :p

this is my third entry for the @/stellaronhvnters halloween event! prompts: witch + scarecrow!

The first time you met him, it was in your dreams; In a world that felt way too far out of reach, yet so close all the same. 

The sun was sitting permanently at daybreak, and the air felt thick and still around you. It was suffocating, like being stuck under a pile of potato sacks. 

You could only make out a few features of his face— white hair tied to the side with a few strands set free to frame his face, dulled red eyes as sharp as a hare’s that bore straight through you into the precious organ secured in-between your ribcage. 

His clothes were tattered and torn in some places, and a lone instrument was strapped to his back. He carried a journal with him, a cecilia pressed neatly between the pages as a bookmark of sorts. His lips were thin and pink, pulled into a small smile that was as unnerving as it was welcoming. 

The hat covering his head blocked your direct view of his face, but it was no matter. He already revealed his striking eyes to you seconds before. 

His mouth opened, his voice as soft as a whisper and as fleeting as the wind that carried his poetic words afar. A hand reached out, encompassing your vision. You felt like you were submerged underwater, watching from above as he moved and talked in slow motion. 

The movement of his lips was hard to read, but you could hear his words distinctly— like a twig cracking in a silent forest. Like an echo in a cave. 

The hand reaching towards you lifted, and your body moved with it, and now you were no longer submerged in that wispy realm of distorted voices and sounds, and you could feel your body moving on its own as he led you astray. 

You couldn’t remember his voice, not anymore, and you could barely remember why he spoke to you or what he said, but there was one thing that stuck with you— his music. 

He strummed his lute with a fierce, powerful hand. It resonated in the earth beneath your feet, hit every nerve ending in your body; from your toes to your head, and flowed throughout every vein. It whipped amongst the trees, rattled their branches and rustled their leaves. It bounced off the wind, soaring and flying into the sky like an angelic choir. 

Too stunned to move, you watched as the man entranced you, leading you further and further into this dream-like wonderment. 

The farther you walked, the further you grew from reality, and the heavier your steps became; as if you were wading through water currents that tried desperately to push you back out into sea. But you were stubborn, and you fought, eager to follow this man back to shore. 

He took your hand, and you could feel the coldness of his touch on your skin as he whisked you into a dance of beasts and horns. You hummed along with his singing, allowing him to lead you into this trance. You followed his movements and copied them. You stored the memory away in the back of your mind and felt the fabric of his clothes underneath your fingertips. 

It was smooth but prickly, like a cornstalk. The fabric of the long cape was tattered with tassels on the edges and firmly knit together like a potato sack. The cecilias tucked into his collar smelled sickly sweet, invading your senses and further dizzying your already hazy mind. 

Before you could ask his name, he was gone, and you were left by yourself in the woods. That was no dream, if the cecilia wrapped firmly in your fist was anything to go by. The Autumn breeze wafted through the trees, causing the chimes on your porch to trill a lovely sound. 

It passed over your warm skin like ice water on a fresh wound, and you found yourself shivering. That was no dream, and that man was no figment of your imagination. You picked up the crumpled piece of parchment laying by your feet, inspecting its contents. 

“We will meet again, in some corner of the world. Find me in the future.” 

So, that is what you did. 

You went searching for the man of straws and cecilias, with whom you shared a dance. The man made of the same fabrics that you had in storage in your house. The man of peculiar origin, who— now that the hazy veil was lifted from your eyes —was anything but human. 

The song he sang echoed in your head like a siren’s call, and the chimes on your porch danced with the wind. The hills in the distance sang of tales of ancients, and the forests weaved those tales into reality. 

In the future, you set out for those hills and left the forests that wove your tale in its pages. The hills jumped to life, and so did you— for you would be reunited with the man who oddly resembled the scarecrow in the storybook collecting dust on your bookshelf.

© 2024 mikashisus. do not plagiarize, copy, repost, feed to ai, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[thecheekyblog]

💕The day i started obsessing over myself 💕

The day i started obsessing over myself is the day everything changed for me.

As i entered adulthood, my value were very shallow. If i am honest, all i ever wanted was to be skinny, miss popular and have the most of everything. Let’s say not much food for soul. I would found gratification within ig likes, the number of views my reels would get. It would even feel like competition at times.

But oh gurl, that time is long gone.

Out of sudden, i was no longer just a young girlie pop, I was grown woman girlie pop and my interest change

I WANTED MORE OUT OF LIFE.

I did not want all my goal to be based on external factors such as people opinion of me. I wanted to be the one in charge of how i percieved my own values.

Instead of finding inspiration in others, i started finding my inspiration within the woman i could be.

Visualizing what that woman could be gave me a sense of motivation.

I decided that the future me is a successful , healthy, happy woman that gets everything she wants.

Success to me would be to have a. Job that i enjoy , that pays well and that easy to me.

Health is to be able to run, workout, do things that my body enjoy. Basically just being able to do everything with my body without no pain!

Happy? Oh baby,spending time with my love one , be able to do and get wtf i wanted whenever i wanted to.

I started to work and live my life accordingly to the woman i wanted to be.

I was working out like her, doing my make up like her, eating, sitting, basically anything like that better version of myself.

And slowly but surely, i started becoming her.. i was able to see myself in a completely new light. I was spending time apreciated my naked body, talking to it with love and just loving every bit of myself.

I just felt beautiful, my body felt perfect, the real simple me was suddenly just so Perfyyy! I was obsessed.

I was spending on myself, investing on myself and it showed.

And weirdly enough ,the more i was showing for myself the more i was showing less to the world. I did not longer care about my presence on sm.i just focus on the present moment. I would create vlog to romanticize my life just for me to watch.

My only worry was that reflection in the mirror and how i feel about her.

I no longer needed the next person to validate me for me to feel amazing ad so good about myself.

I just wanted to impress myself and out of nowhere my aura and charisma was through the roof!!!

SO if you have stumbled into this article, this is the time to start OBSSESSING WITH YOURSELF AND MANIFEST THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAM.

Ps: i will drop the list of top podcast for ego boost soon

[haunted-headset]

wilbur comforting reader after a nightmare? :0

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(i tried to think of how to elaborate on that but i think i’ll just leave it up to you while my sleepy brain takes over LMAO)

🌙 I've Got You 🌙

a/n: this is such a cute idea wtf

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word count: 613 (i need to write longer fics i feel like writing short fics is bad but oh well)

contains: reader having a nightmare, use of Y/N, crying, reader having a panic attack, reader thinking Wilbur left them, reader shows signs of depression & anxiety, reader has self-deprecating thoughts

You had awoken with a gasp as you tried to catch your shaky breath & stop your sobs. It was just a dream. A really, really bad dream.

Wilbur, in the dream, had gotten fed up with you. He had gone on a rant about how much of a terrible partner you were & how you were useless & a waste of skin; it was almost as if he had taken every single thought you'd ever had about yourself, soaked them in vitriol till it was dripping, & then spouted it out to make your ears bleed. It was a fear you always had. Maybe it did happen. Maybe he finally fell out of love with you. Maybe he never loved you. Maybe he--

"No, Y/N, that didn't happen," you whispered to yourself through the sobs. "Wilbur's right next to--" You looked over at where Wilbur was supposed to be in bed.

& he wasn't there.

& that's when all of the panic you've ever felt attacked you like a tsunami. You started hyperventilating & sobbing so hard to the point where you were seeing white & your head felt like it was being slowly drilled into & your brain was being turned to mush. Your heart didn't go one millisecond without beating so hard you swore you could see it beating out of your chest, & you were shaking so hard to the point where somebody could've compared you to a vibrating iPhone & nobody would be able to tell the difference.

In a desperate attempt to calm yourself down, you slowly got up & stumbled over to Wilbur's closet to grab one of his hoodies. You pressed the hoodie to your face as you stumbled back to bed & sobbed harder, the scent of his body wash & cologne, earthy & calming & perfect, still faintly there. What did you do? What did you do to make him leave you? You were aware that you were far from a perfect partner, & you were far from attractive, & maybe he had some sort of realization & decided that there were other, better fish in the sea to catch, leaving you at the bottom of the pond, away from the shiny, attractive fish that he was bound to catch.

"Darling?" his voice rang out & echoed against the walls, causing you to look up.

"Oh my God, honey," Wilbur, lovely, amazing Wilbur, whispered, practically jumping onto the bed to pull you into his lap & wrap his arms around you so tightly to the point where you thought you'd never be able to escape his embrace. Not that you were complaining, of course. "I've got you. You're okay, you're alright."

"Why're we crying? What's going on?" he whispered in your ear, rocking you back & forth & wiping your tears.

"I had a bad dream & I thought you left," you croaked through your sobs.

"Baby, I would never even dream of leaving you," Wilbur said. "You're everything to me. You're the reason I wake up in the morning. You're the reason I write songs & play music. You're the reason I'm still here." He kisses your cheek before continuing, "You're the Tori Spring to my Michael Holdman or whatever his name is."

"Michael Holden," you corrected with a tearful laugh.

He smiled at you. "There's my beautiful baby with their beautiful laugh," he whispered.

"Why weren't you in our room?" you asked.

"I was getting water, lovely," he said. "I wasn't leaving, not at all. I wouldn't even dare to think about it. I'd die without you."

"Promise?" you asked.

He linked his pinky with yours. "Swear on my life."

[astr0-philia]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟: 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕪 🧚

Prolouge 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Some memes for the start of the chapter:

[Third Person]:

'I want to kill myself'

[Y/n] was nothing but tired of the absolute shit happening in her life right now. First, she was cornered by soldiers, pulled into a mirror by a wrinkly grandma's hand, and then somehow ended up in a coffin. Met some handsome boys, burnt a statue, and then somehow made a chandelier fall from the sky. Like wtf.

Now she was on the way to get a fucking crystal from a mine, not even knowing the possibility of it even being there. Also making things worse she is stuck with 2 braindead idiots (Except Yuu) and a talking cat. Someone save her-

At the moment all 5 of them were walking down the hall. Deuce, being the most enthusiastic of the 5 about the search speed-walked ahead of them to reach the mirror room faster.

'Why do we always have to go to the mirror room?' thought [Y/n] as she grumbled out loud in annoyance.

"How much longer juice? We've been walking for ages!" exclaimed Ace getting frustrated at the amount of time they were taking to reach the mirror. "It feels like we walked for a whole 20 minutes dude! How much longer?"

They had only walked for 5 minutes.

"My name is Deuce dumbass! Not juice! DEUCE, Deuce!" Deuce yelled at Ace from the front of the group. Anyone who heard his voice could hear the irritation in it. "Anyway, yes about a minute or so."

"Ace that exaggeration was unneeded." Yuu groaned with tiredness.

Guess all the running and cleaning the campus shit drained out all of Yuu's energy.....I feel sorry for him. Other than that Grim looked like he just lost a lottery. He was in [Y/n]'s arms murmuring and grumbling words that she couldn't hear. He was probably mumbling about how he didn't want to get expelled or something, but that didn't matter right now.

As they hurried forward, they finally reached the mirror room with huffs and puffs. They were so fucking tired.

"Hey, which one's the mirror that takes us to the dwarf's mine?" asked Yuu, exhausted. 

Deuce huffed in annoyance, "That one, idiot!" He pointed at the mirror. "Now let's go before we get too late and get expelled!" he said as he rushed forward to the mirror in front of them, and the rest followed behind him. 

He ran into the mirror looking feisty and Ace followed behind him with a look of tiredness. The mirror shined a bright white light the moment they entered the mirror, and within seconds they were gone. 

"...Did you see what I just saw...?" Yuu said clearly miffed at the thought of entering a bright, shining, and suspicious-looking mirror.

'I know it's so weird...'

"It's the normal way of transportation I guess...? You gotta get used to it Yuu." [Y/n] reassured him as she patted his back.

As [Y/n] slid her hand back from Yuu, she walked forward, going closer to the mirror.

Turning back she looked at Yuu. "Well....see you on the other side!" She quickly turned around and touched the mirror. The mirror started to ripple, it pulled her in as a big flash of light blinded her. The small ripples then turned into a somewhat type of wave. [Y/n] closed her eyes as the waves took over her. 

'Ahhhh shit. What the fuck is happening.' 

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*PLOP*

"UHHuuhuhuhhhhh-" an unflattering noise suddenly slipped through [Y/n]'s mouth as she fell straight on to a hard surface, face front. 

'I wish I fell on Yuu's chest again it was so soft-'

"HEY! What are you doing on the floor, get the hell up!" Ace mocked [y/n] as she groaned in pain.

"Dude.....I just fell...." answered [y/n] with pain while sitting on the floor. "You could also at least try to be a gentleman and pick up from the floor too." She sweetly stated, smiling innocently, changing her tone drastically. 

Ace could see the mischief in her eyes as she spoke, he tried to ignore her but the glint in her eyes attracted him to her like a metal to a magnet. He couldn't stop himself. So there he was awkwardly stuttering his mouth off. "U-uh i mean s-sure....." 

Then like the gentleman [y/n] wanted him to act like, Ace held her hands and pulled her up from the floor, flushing the moment their hands touched. 

'Heh. Can't believe he actually listened to me 

The moment she had stood up from her fall with Ace's help, another thud was heard near them.

"God......What is with these mirrors and their bright shining lights....." Yuu muttered, rubbing his nose in pain.

"Myah- Get off me! You're squishing the great Grim!" exclaimed Grim from underneath Yuu. The only thing we could see was his tail straining as he struggled under Yuu's weight. 

Deuce suddenly appeared out of nowhere and forcefully pulled Yuu up with strength [Y/n] didn't know he had. Yuu squeaked in surprise and Grim sighed in relief as the weight above him disappeared.

"Hey! You could've been a little gentle Deuce." winced Yuu rubbing his arm on where Deuce had inflicted pressure on.

Deuce pretending not to hear Yuu's complaint went on to the front of the group and pointed to the direction of the mine and pointed at it "We better get there fast. We're already behind schedule!"

The group sighed in union as they were all fed up with Deuce's enthusiasm. Deuce, but ignored their sighs and went forward.

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"So this is the dwarf's mine.....long ago this place used to be filled with beautiful magic stones, but I guess not anymore....." whispered Deuce under his breath but loud enough for the rest to hear. 

"The atmosphere here is so eerie!" Exclaimed Yuu, but quickly closed his mouth when his loud voice started to echo throughout the forest.

"Urghh......It feels like if I took a single step forward something would appear and take me away." Said Grim with a trembling voice as he cowered in slight fear in Yuu's arms still quite dizzy from the chandelier incident. 

Suddenly a gasp was heard from Ace, as he excitedly pointed toward something in the middle of the forest, with bright eyes. "Look, I can see a house. Let's see what the people there have to say!" Hearing Ace's words the group ran towards the house in a hurry to get any help from the house in the middle of the forest.

As they finally reached the house, [Y/n] took a deep breath as she looked at the house. The house had vines growing over it, the paved stones that lead in to the house were cracked, and the windows were shattered. 

There was no way anyone was living inside that house.

"Hellooo? Is anybody home...?" Deuce quietly asked as he carefully knocked on the door. There was no answer. "Helloooo? Is anyone in there?" He tried again much more loudly than before trying to get attention from anyone inside the cottage.

"Must be empty." Said Ace.

"It looks like it's been abandoned," spoke Deuce deflated at the discovery. 

'I thought it was obvious......💀'

[Y/n] followed by Yuu both went inside searching for anything or anyone inside the house. But then-

"BLEGH-"

"Ew, what the hell is this??" 

"Bwah! I got a spider web on my face! Ptchoo! Ptchoo!" 

[Y/n], Yuu and Grim were caught in something sticky.

[Y/n] brought her hand up to her face to feel the web caught on her face. She felt something move on her forehead so she quickly went to grab it. Grabbing the moving thing on her forehead, her face went deathly pale as she moved her hand to the front of her face. Her eyes couldn't process what she saw.

"ah-........" She stared at what was in her hand in shock. "AHHHHHHHH-" She screamed at the top of her lungs trying to fling the thing in her hands in a hurry. Her eyes were blown wide and she started jumping up and down in fear.

It was a spider. 

"What happened-" Yuu asked but was cut off by [y/n] screaming her lungs out. "GET THIS EIGHT-LEGGED THING OFF OF ME" She screeched trying even harder by contorting her hands in every different direction but the little shit still wouldn't get off.

Ace and Deuce hearing [y/n]'s screams quickly came to the room the 3 were in to see what was going on.

"WHO GOT KILLED"

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?"

Yuu of course being the sane one in the whole situation tried to calm the situation. "Ace! Deuce! Hold [y/n], I will get the spider off of her!" Ace and Deuce, noticing the chaos ensuing in the cottage, listened to Yuu's words and went to grab on to [y/n]'s flailing arms.

"LET ME GO YOU MONKEYS!" Screamed [y/n] trying to get out of their arms, but they wouldn't budge. 

Yuu then quickly got fed up with the situation and went close to the trio and plucked out the spider from somewhere in [Y/n]'s hair. [Y/n] seeing that the spider was removed from her, sighed in relief and melted onto the a-deuce duo's arms with relief. 

"Geez [y/n], why'd you have to get worked up over something so small?" questioned Grim from next to her feet, curious about why the girl had put on a big fit for a spider in her hair.

"Woah, look at that the wall looks so clean in that room let's go there!" said [y/n] quickly running in to the room. They all sweat-dropped at her behavior but nevertheless followed her into the next room.

The room they entered was dusty as hell. There were more cobwebs and spiders in this room than all the rooms combined in this house. However, one thing [Y/n] noticed was that every single furniture in this room was at least half its original size.

"Look how tiny these desks and chairs are. Did children live here?" Ace looking around counted the chairs one by one as Deuce, Grim, and [y/n] walked around and looked at the furniture in the room. "One, two, three.........seven! There are seven chairs!" exclaimed Ace in triumph after he finished counting the chairs. 

"Great Job Ace, as if we all couldn't see that," said Yuu in boredness. 

"Hey don't be mean Yuu!" exclaimed [y/n] at his rude comment.

"Yeah, Yuu! I'm just helping 'cause Grim probably doesn't know how to count anyway!" Ace countered back trying to get back at the accusation.

"Is this the universe's way of telling us that we have no way out of this situation?" [Y/n] muttered nonchalantly to the group.

"No! We have to go forward!" Begged Deuce.

"Bro shut up for once...." Yuu said tiredly.

"Hey guys back to the situation! Since there is no one here let's quickly go to the mine to get the magic stone!" Deuce quickly butted in once again.

"Ugh- we're going dude, why are you making such a deal out of it?" Ace spoke annoyed at the blue-haired boy's antiques. Moving forward to the entrance once more, he looked back at them. "We better get to the mine fast you guys, as much as I don't like Deuce's whining we seriously need to find that magic stone. Let me tell you, I don't wanna get my ass expelled. So chop chop!"

"When was Ace this smart?" Yuu spoke in awe of the bullshit smartass shit Ace spat out for the first time.

'Since now I guess.'  Thought [Y/n] as she also looked forward at Ace eyes widened in disbelief.

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The five of them stood in front of the mine looking straight into a void of darkness. It was cold, and there was wind blowing from the cave, making them all shiver in fear. There were sounds of water droplets falling in the cave that resounded throughout it. The atmosphere was eerie and no one moved a muscle as they stared at the cave and waited for one of them to move forward.

'Damn maybe getting expelled isn't such a bad idea right now....'  Thought [y/n] as she hugged her body with her hands to conserve any heat that was left in her body.

"You wanna go inside THERE? It's pitch black!" spoke Grim as he started to shake in fear at the thought of going inside the cold and dark mine. He jumped off of [y/n]'s arms and hid behind Yuu's legs in an attempt to hide himself. "I-I mean neither do I but do we have a choice...?" Yuu asked nervously as if he tread on thin ice as he spoke to the group in a low voice.

"What, are you scared of the dark? Pathetic." Ace mocked the two from the side, earning glares from both Yuu and Grim. "Babies! Hah-" Ace said, trying to tease them even more.

"Ace, I don't think now is the right time for that." [y/n] spoke up, frowning at Ace's outburst.

"Myah?! I am not scared at all! I was just kidding!" Exclaimed Grim countering back angrily to Ace the accusation. "Just watch me! I'll take the lead and follow me." Grim said, pointing at Ace, before huffing and puffing to the front of the group to lead them into the cave.

If you looked closer at Grim you could see the slight tremble he had as he walked in front of the group. The rest of the group followed behind Grim. [Y/n] thought that the moment that they entered they would be greeted by a plentiful amount of magic stones waiting to be collected. But her dreams were shattered as the moment they walked in the only thing they saw were the ragged walls of the mine and plain and old stones. 

Right. Stones

Left. Stones.

Down. Stones

Up. Stones

Wasn't there anything in this mine that wasn't stones?! To say the least, the group of teenagers and cat were losing hope but suddenly-

"Huh?! Hold up I see something in the distance over there!" exclaimed Deuce in glee as he tried to focus on a silhouette of something in the distance. Ace, impatient as ever, started to push Deuce back and forth in annoyance as he couldn't see anything. "Hey tell us what's out there! I can't see shit!"

"Me neither Deuce tell us what you see!" Yuu joined in as he himself got curious at the mention of a silhouette in the dark.

"Ah! I see it too." Y/n said.

"Myah! Tell me, henchman, what do you see!?" 

"Ah- I....I....I see....." Deuce muttered as the silhouette started moving forward towards them. The silhouette then turned into 2 silhouettes and then 3! What was going on?

Then [Y/n] felt a chill run through her spine, it was telling her to run away but as the figures kept on coming closer. Her body couldn't help but freeze in fear, as she helplessly looked towards the figures moving closer. Then-

"MYAH! I-IT'S GHOSTS!" Screamed Grim in terror as the silhouettes of the figures were now replaced with a transparent shine, as they floated in the air. As much as [y/n] wanted to admire their beauty, she just wasn't in the right mind right now so.....

"AHH WHAT IS THAT-"

"GHOSTS?"

"Dude what's with ghosts being like everywhere here 💀" (An:- Yuu I know ghosts live in ramshackle but not now-)

"He he he he he he! So many visitors! The first group in the past 100 years!" giggled Ghost 1.

"Do make yourselves at home... You can stay forever!" exclaimed another ghost making grabby hands towards them.

"New souls! Which one do I want to eat?" questioned the third ghost to god knows who, but the group knew one thing; no one was getting their souls eaten by ghosts today.

"AHHHHHHH ACE, DEUCE, YUU, GRIM RUNNNNNNNN" [Y/n] screamed, so then hearing the girl's scream the boys flipped their heads towards the girl in a hurry to see what was wrong, but the only thing they saw was a cloud of dust left by [Y/n].

"Where did she go?!" Exclaimed Deuce scared for the safety of [y/n] as he glanced around the cave for her, as well as trying to avoid the ghosts in the air firing spells at them.

"She probably went to the entrance of the cave, she's going to be fine!" Ace shouted out as he shot another one of his spells at the ghosts.

"God....I hope she safe..." muttered Yuu as he hid behind Deuce and Ace making them do the dirty work.

The thing is they didn't quite notice that [y/n] was running in the opposite direction of the entrance. She was running towards the core of the cave.

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'What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck-'

[Y/n] was running like her life depended on it. She was panicking and she was panicking bad. The only thought that went through her head was the ghosts that were in this cave, that were trying to steal their souls, and that were chasing them through the deep passages of the cave. Her feet were aching and she couldn't even open her eyes to see what was ahead of her, her veins were filled with adrenaline and the voice in her head was telling her to keep running. So she did.

'God I shouldn't have worn the heels that were in the box today!'

That's right people she was wearing heels, and those three-inch black heels were doing no good to her running. She was tripping, stumbling, and running. Her heels were clacking on the floor hard and her adrenaline started to wear off. She was huffing and puffing but still, she forced too herself to run as the giggles of the ghosts resonated throughout the cave.

Then she heard another voice resonate throughout the cave. "...iiivvv... ...oooouuu..." and then it spoke again "...neeevvvaaa... ...iiivvv... ...ooouuu..." The voice kept on going for the next 5 minutes. She was scared, so scared.

Scared.

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"AUGH-" [Y/n] screamed out loud as she then tripped on her heels falling to the floor. Tears sprang to her eyes as the pain of the fall caught up to her senses. Her adrenaline was gone, her knees were bleeding, and she looked like a mess. This is not what a princess should look like.

[Y/n] glared bitterly at the ground, gritting her teeth at the thought of herself looking so unpresentable right now. Her fingers scraped the floor leaving marks, she gripped her hands tight, so tight that small crescents formed on her hands allowing blood to escape from them. [Y/n] quickly got up, wincing as the scrapes of her arms and legs started to sting even more with the action.

"Ughh......Ah, I must look so disgusting right now...."

She wiped her tears off, looking around and she didn't see anyone around her. Hadn't they all run together towards the exit of the cave? Fear started to creep back to her again, did they accidentally go in the other direction and go inside the cave?! She couldn't believe it! 

She then looked around to search for the entrance of the cave that she had thought she had run to. Key word 'thought'.

Finally, all the fear in her settled into her body like a raging wave. It wasn't them who had run into the cave, but her! How could she be stupid?

'I can't believe I'm so dumb. I can't believe I could be so stupid. How come I, a princess, made such a stupid mistake? I am not worthy of the crown. I should have just died with my family in the castle. Why was I the one that survived? I should have just died then and there-'

Then a shiny glimmer of something shone from the corner of the cave caught her eye. It was small yet it shined like a spark of hope in the center of a dark abyss.

It was a magic stone.

[Y/n] wasting no time scrambled up to her feet and started to limp toward the stone quickly. She knelt down once again ignoring the pain she felt in her knees, and grabbed the stone immediately, bringing it to her chest.

[Y/n] sighed in shock as she fervently brought the stone to her face in a hurry, to check if she had seen right. To her joy there it was, the stone shone at the palm of her hands lighting up the area near her face. She was so happy.

"Ahhhhhh.....I am so happy right now!" exclaimed [y/n] in happiness as she stared at the shining rock in her hand.

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[Meanwhile with the boys]:

The boys had finally given up fighting the ghosts and had started running to god knows where trying to avoid the ghosts. As if the world had jinxed them, they had run into more ghosts. 

"More ghost?! How many more of these shits are there in this cave???" ace squealed as he jumped to avoid getting knocked over by a ghost. 

"If we stop to fight, we'll never get anywhere. Let's just keep moving." Deuce reassured Ace trying to keep, but deep inside he was panicking too. 

"You guys, the only thing we should worry about right now is that [Y/n]'s disappeared to go knows where and we still haven't gotten the magic stone yet!" exclaimed Yuu, getting tired of their banter. catching the boys off guard, their eyes widened at his exclamation. Ace was the first to recover from it.

"Sure, but don't act like we voted you team leader." Ace retorted at Yuu. "Also the only reason we're here is because of that stupid stunt Deuce pulled!" blurted out Ace turning his head to glare at Deuce maliciously.

Deuce looking offended retorted back angrily. "Oh? I'm pretty sure this all started because you tried to shirk your window-cleaning punishment!" 

'AHHHHHH BRO JUST SHUT UPPP' Screamed Yuu in his thoughts as he was getting more annoyed by the second.

As if the current situation was important the boys kept on arguing with each other back and forth. "So, we're bringing up ancient history now? Then if you wanna get down to brass tacks, this all started when Furball torched that statue!" Ace shouted pointing his hand at Grim, bringing him into the fight.

Grim offended by the accusation, opened his mouth to speak but Yuu put a hand on his mouth, to shut him up.

"Guys! We're in real hot water, remember?! If we don't come back with a mage stone by morning, we're all being expelled!" Yuu exclaimed trying to stop the shouting from going on. The fight was useless and insignificant, and he wasn't letting anything get in the way of getting the job done. 

"Yeah, which is why we don't need you ordering the rest of us around. It gets old real fast." Retorted Ace one more time, trying to get in the last insult at Deuce. 

"Enough Ace, calm down."

"Sure Yuu, sure"

Then a voice from the distance resounded through the cave. It was gruff and deep, like an old witch's voice but a pitch lower. It was coming from the depths of the cave.

"...iiivvv... ...oooouuu..." 

"Huhh?!??" They all exclaimed.

"...neeevvvaaa... ...iiivvv... ...ooouuu..." It spoke once again.

Ace was hiding behind deuce and Decue was hiding behind Yuu. then there was Grim he was curled up in Yuu's arms trying to hide from whatever was inside the cave.

'Great...hide behind the defenseless person I guess.....' thought Yuu sweat-dropping at them, but at the same time was trembling with fear. The voice kept coming closer and closer until they could hear the voice crisp and clear. 

"Stooonesss... Stooonesss aaare miiiiine!" Its voice grew louder, seemingly with rage, and then finally the figure of the figure's voice came into the group of four's view.

The figure was huge, so huge that it looked like it needed to slouch down so that it wouldn't hit the ceiling of the cave. Its head was made of a cracked glass globe, that oozed out some type of black liquid, which was neverending, It held a pick axe in its left hand, and an old-fashioned light in the right. Its body was built with the same black goo that oozed out from its head. It was terrifying. 

"What is that?!" Shout out Deuce in shock as he took some steps back in fear, looking at the creature in front of him. He wasn't quite sure if the scene in front of him was a dream or real.

"Myah!? No one said there would be any monsters! I would rather get expelled than fight that thing!" screamed Grim out loud as he jumped out from Yuu's arms and on to the floor trying to flee from the monster. 

Then Ace's eyes lit up with some type of realization, he turned back to the group in a hurry.  "That thing's super creepy! But didn't it just say something about "stones"?!" Deuce's face shone with happiness as Ace said that. 

"Stooonesss... ...nevvva give stooonesss...!" muttered the monster out loud so everybody could hear.

"So there ARE still magestones here!" Deuce stated in glee looking at the monster with careful eyes.

"MYAH......I know I am the greatest magician in the world but I can't defeat THAT thing!" Exclaimed Grim as the monster swung down its arm that wielded its arm to the ground.

"OMG- Guys we need to do something now." Screamed Yuu as he by a single hair dodged the monster's hand. He hid behind a rock on the edge so it wouldn't notice him.

"Huh? OMG WHAT IS THAT UGLY LOOKING THING!???" A familiar voice rang through the cave. They all went silent, as they turned their heads to the person who shouted. It was no other than-

"[Y/N]!!!!!" They all screamed in synchronization as they stared at the girl in shock.

The girl awkwardly waved her hand "....Hi...?"

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*A While Ago*

[Y/n] just sat there looking at the stone again, and again and again, until she got tired of staring at it. Was this the 1,000,000 thaumarks mage stone Crowley was so mad about? Sure didn't seem like it. 

'God I can't believe I went through all that for this stone....' [Y/n] sighed at the thought running her hand through her hair. She was so fucking annoyed. 

Then a shrill scream rang through the cave. Then another and another one and another one. It startled [y/n] to the core. 

As if on instinct her body shot up from the floor in great speed, but she soon tumbled to the wall of the cave, losing the feeling of her lags. Heh.....her legs must have fallen asleep badly if that had happened. 

She limped toward the direction of the voices holding the wall of the cave, to keep herself centered. The voices grew louder and louder until she was so close that she could feel the vibrations of their shouts from that direction. Then finally she could hear their voice properly.

"MYAH......I know I am the greatest magician in the world but I can't defeat THAT thing!"

'Omg, are they-'

"OMG- Guys we need to do something now."

'-who I think they are?'

There they were, Ace, Deuce, Yuu, and Grim all in the clutch. Though it looked like they hadn't noticed her yet, they were screaming at something at the corner of the cave. She turned her head to look at what they were looking at-

"Huh? OMG WHAT IS THAT UGLY LOOKING THING!???" She screamed out loud catching sight of the horrendous-looking monster in the corner. All their heads had turned to her, staring at her in shock.

'What is that?'

The moment she saw them catch sight of her they screamed her name out loud "[Y/N]!!!!!".

[Y/n] shocked at their loud shouts, waved her hand in reply with a cautious yet nervous- "....Hi....?"

*Back to the present*

The monster as if annoyed with their greetings flung his fist to the ground making a cloud of dust around everyone. Making everyone go in to a state of panic and disarray. "Begone! Begone! Begooone!" It screamed at them.

"Hey guys can you hear me?!" [Y/n] shouted out loud trying to get everyone's attention in the midst of the dust cloud.

"Yeah! *cough* We can hear *cough* you!" Yuu called out from the other side of the cave. "Where are you [y/n]?! We can't see anything!" 

"I'm over here just follow the sound of my voice guys! I know the way out here!" 

"Rrroooarrrgh!" The monster sounded agitated and angry so the longer they stayed here the more enraged it would become. So they need to get out of here fast. So she waited for Yuu and the others to follow her voice and come to her, as she kept shouting out loud to guide them. She was getting nervous as she couldn't hear their voices anymore, it was as if they had disappeared.

"Grrraaawrrr!" Once again even more agitated than before it roared out loud, bringing its pick axe down again. 

"Come on guys quick, please-" [Y/n] desperately called out into the cloud of dust once again.

No sound came out so she stood there defeated, tears about to spring from her eyes. Then-

"PWAH- The Great Grim's eyes are not doing good!" A body emerged from the cloud of dust, as it finally settled down to the ground. It was Grim, and right behind him were the 3 boys. 

"Guys-"

"We need to book it, and fast! That thing's gonna pound us into tuna paste!" Grim ignoring her quickly ran ahead of [y/n] going for the exit of the cave, with Ace and Deuce following him. Yuu being the most considerate had grabbed [Y/n]'s hand and dragged her towards the exit of the cave as well.

"GRRRAAAWRRR!" The monster roared one last time before the group once again returned to underneath the shine of the moonlight. They were finally back in the forest.

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*Huff Huff Huff Huff*

Everyone was huffing and puffing like they were about to blow a whole brick of house down. It was not good. Grim and [Y/n] had fallen to the ground to sit in their misery and tiredness. Deuce was on his knees hands together and looking up to the sky, and it looked like he was reciting some kind of prayer. Ace and Yuu put their hands on their knees gasping for breath. Everybody was tired.

"*Hah**Hah**hah* This should be far enough I think you guys" Gasped out Grim speaking in a strained voice trying to get as much air as he could in to his nostrils.

Ace looking up brought a figure up into the air, as if signaling everyone to stop. "Let's just give up and go home. I'll happily take the expulsion if it means never having to fight that thing again." Ace spoke in a very chill tone as if the expulsion didn't matter to him one bit. This made Deuce erupt with anger as soon as he heard those words.

"What the fuck Ace all that for nothing?! I'd rather die than get expelled from Night Raven! How can you give up when the stone is in there somewhere!" 

"Well???? We didn't see it did we?!" 

[Y/n] knowing this was her time to shine, raised her hand gaining everyone's attention. "Uh-uhm...I think I have the stone with me..."

"Really?! Are you super duper sure? Are you serious??" Deuce's face basically shone with glee as he stuck his face in to [Y/n]'s and grasping her hands in a tight grip. 

"U-uhh yeah I have it right here.....could you please let go of my hand?" Deuce reacted immediately dropping his grip on her and letting her search her pockets for the stone. 

As she rummaged her pockets for the stone, everyone stared at her eagerly waiting for her to pull out the stone. 

'Where is the stone....'

She couldn't find it. She couldn't find it at all! Where was it?! In a moment of panic, she hurriedly checked every single pocket that was on her. Her skirt pocket, shirt pocket, and jacket pocket. It was nowhere to be found. Then it hit her.

She must've dropped it in the cave! While they were running away from the monster the stone must've slipped out of her pocket, when Yuu had jerked her towards the entrance of the cave! Her face was filled with horror.

Her horror-filled face looked up to the boys, and with the foreboding silence, she once again spoke breaking it. 

"I dropped it...." she whispered.

"What did you say [Y/n]? Where's the stone?" 

"IdroppeditinthecaveandIaamverysorry!"

"You did.....WHAT?!" Deuce's voice rose up so loud that everyone around him flinched at the sound of his, [Y/n] getting the worst of it.

"I am ver-" 

"I can't believe you could be so fucking stupid! You had the opportunity to get the mage stone and you ruined it. How dumb and clumsy can you be [Y/n]?! You had one chance! ONE CHANCE!"

"Hey, Deuce watch your tone," Yuu spoke slowly getting in between [Y/n] and Deuce trying to de-escalate the situation but it was too late for that.

"NO! LET ME SPEAK!" Deuce screamed shoving Yuu aside making him fall. "You know because of you [Y/n] we have to go back in to the cave just to get the ONE STONE YOU DROPPED! I can't believe you could do this [Y/n]. You're so useless, I hope you get expelled."

"DEUCE! CUT IT OUT!" Ace being [Y/n]'s knight in shining armor, pushed Deuce on to the floor snapping him out of his daze. 

Grim running over to [Y/n] tugged on her leg to get her attention. "Hey, are you okay henchman?" He asked trying to make sure she was alright, but the only response he got was a choked sob from her and a small and fickle tear drop falling onto his face. 

That's when everything went quiet. 

Deuce stared from his position on the ground horrified at seeing the girl cry. Ace and Deuce ran over to tend to the girl leaving Deuce behind in his misery, and Grim.....oh ho ho ho Grim was fuming mad. 

"DEUCE JUST CUT IT OUT! WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?!" Grim screamed at Deuce with much vigour in his voice berating the boy on the floor. Deuce had his head down in shame, how could he scream at a girl like that? That was the exact question running through everyone's heads at the moment. 

"I am so sorry [Y/n] I didn't mean it!" 

"YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT?! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY [Y/N] IS CRYING RIGHT NOW."

"Yeah, Deuce How could you do that...." Yuu joined in.

Deuce hurriedly got up to his feet and went in front of [Y/n] and knelt down on his knee's outting his head on the floor. "I AM SO VERY SORRY [Y/N], PLEASE PUNISH ME SO THAT YOU WON'T CRY ANYMORE."

"Then let's go." The girl replied quietly before wiping her tears.

"Huh?"

"I said then let's go. We need to get the stone. Until unless we don't get that stone I won't be forgiving you at all Deuce." Her eye's were filled with forgiveness but whoever looked in to her eyes for too long could see the slight resentment glowing in her eyes.

"Thank you [Y/n], I won't disappoint you!" Deuce gasped bowing down once more, then getting up from the floor. 

*Sigh*

The rest looking from the sidelines sighed in tiredness. How long will it take for them to get the stone?

"So who's got a plan...?" asked Ace nervously raising a finger up. Everyone groaned at the idea of making a plan.

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"Are you sure this plan is going to work?" Ace asked nervously looking back at the inside of the cave where the monster was waiting for them. 

"H-hey uh-uh, you big ugly monster! I'm over here!" Screamed Grim to the monster inside the cave. The monster as soon as hearing Grim's voice had come out of grim's direction dashing to him.

"Grrraaawrrr! BEGOOOOONE!"

"A-ah Come over here you retarded looking miner!" Yuu shouted getting the monster to come his way.

"I'm going in you guys keep on distracting him!" [Y/n] shouted before dashing in to the cave once more. 

"ON IT" They all screamed in synchronization, trying to divert the monster's attention from [Y/n].

She was running to the spot where she had first crossed paths with the monster. The paths were narrow but with her memory, she knew what she was doing. 

The moment she reached the place she had met the monster, she dropped down to her knees searching for the stone in every corner of the cave's floor. She knew it was impossible but she still had to try. Then in the corner of her eye once again she saw the familiar glow of the stone shining in the middle of the floor. There it was! 

'Ahhh! I can't believe I found it again!' Tears of joy sprung from [Y/n]'s eyes as she grasped the familiar stone back to her chest. She then quickly stood up putting the stone in her jacket pocket making sure to zip it up. She dashed to the entrance of the gate.

The moment she reached the entrance of the gate she cried out to her her friends. "Hey guys I found the stone-"

Then bang. 

Ace, Deuce, Yuu, and Grim looked in horror as the monster they had been fighting flung [Y/n] across the field and into a tree with great force. 

"[Y/N]!"

"HENCHMAN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" 

The boy's shouted out for her but were interrupted by the monster once again as it swung its pix axe towards them.

[Y/n] gasped as she hit the tree with great force recoiling and making herself into an egg. It was painful. So painful!  She just wanted to end it right then at there. It would be no surprise if some of her ribs were broken. It hurt so much!

Tears were flowing down her face again. Why was she such a crybaby, why was she so useless? Maybe Deuce was actually right maybe she really was nothing. She watched as the boys protected her from the monster and its attacks. she was so pathetic.

"I....just want to protect......my friends....." As her eyes closed, a bright light surrounded her catching everyone's attention. 

The bright light covered her body, healing all the cuts and bruises that were littered on her skin, even her clothes had been repaired to their original state.

"Roarrghhhhhh" The monster hissed as if the light shining at it was burning it.

As it covered her body something started to sprout from her back. A burst of sparkle erupted from her back. The thing they saw on her back were a pair of big [f/c] colored wings with [s/f/c] colored highlights. As the light died own the girl was placed back on the floor, she slowly opened her eyes meeting everyone's shocked gazes. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?" 

"[Y/n]......YOU HAVE WINGS?" Ace screeched pointing at the pair of wings behind her back in shock. 

"I do-"

"Begooone! BEGOOOOOOONE!" The monster once again growled swinging its light towards Ace and Deuce, but lucky enough they had ducked down before anything bad had happened to them.

[Y/n] stared at her wings in shock, she could not fully process what had just happened. She raised her hand to touch her wings but before she could touch her wings, a big ball of light left her hands hitting the monster in the head. "HUH???" 

Deuce looking at [y/n] grinned maniacally as she laughed in joy. "Good job [Y/n] now that we have you we can defeat this monster!" 

"We're counting on you!" Yuu encouraged her too.

"Ok let's do this! One extra-large gust of wind, comin' up!" A gust of wind blew straight to the monster knocking it down. 

"Some magic voodoo light ball power tooo!" [Y/n] screamed.

"With a side of Grim's blazin'-hot fire! MYAAAH!"

The monster then stood unaffected by the attacks the two of them had made so Deuce decided to do his part as well. 

"Just stay calm, aim carefully... and pull out the biggest, heaviest thing I can think of...Get 'em, cauldron!" 

'Ah-again with the cauldron....'

*BANG*

The cauldron had fallen on top of the monster crushing it underneath. 

"That monster got smashed flat by a falling cauldron, just like Ace did Yuu!" Grim laughed in glee as he pointed to the monster crushed underneath the cauldron.

"Gee.....Thanks for the great reminder Grim...." Ace groaned.

"[Y/n]! I can't believe you have magic- and look at those wings!" Yuu squealed delightedly as he came closer to inspect the girl. "And your injuries seemed to have magically disappeared too!"

"Yeah! That was so cool [Y/n]!" Deuce also came up to look at the girl.

"Thank you guys-"

"St.....onnnneee......." Then the voice they hoped not to hear speak again. "MYYY STOOOOOOONE!"

"AHHHH IT STILL ALIVE!!!" Grim screamed as he saw the monster move, he was the closest to the monster and had gotten the biggest scare of his life. 

"Are you kiddin' me?! It's still coming! It pushed off all that weight!" complained Ace as the monster, toppling the cauldron above itself, standing up again.

"But we've weakened it! If we strike now..." Yuu staggered back seeing it stand up. 

"I'll do it." [Y/n] said looking at her hands.

"MYAH?! What?" 

"If I gather enough of the light energy I have I think I can beat it so go and distract it again." said [y/n] confidently said she started accumulating the bright light in her hands. So the boys listened to her they were going to protect the girl until she was ready for her final blow.

2 minutes later a big ball of light had formed in [y/n]'s hands. "GUY'S IM READY NOW MOVE!" She screamed at them holding the big ball of light in the air. 

"Roger that!" Yuu said moving away the others from the way.

"Woah it's so big!"

"Myah! The Great Grim is impressed!"

"Goodness gracious dude, what with girls nowadays...."

The monster then turned to look at where the source of light was coming from. 

"HEY YOU BOG UGLY MONSTER! TAKEEEEE THIISSSSSS!!!" [Y/n] screamed as she threw the big ball of light right towards the crack on the monster's head. A big crack resounded through the forest as the light engulfed it whole. everyone closed their eyes tight shut.

"GRRRAAAWRRR!" The monster screamed one more time in a distorted voice before it left and went back to the depths of the cave leaving a trail of black goo behind it. 

"Is it... over?" 

"Ahhhhhh we did ittttt!!!!!" Ace rejoiced jumping up and down again and again.

Everyone at the moment was all smiles and giggles, at the revelation that they had got the mage stone and had at the same time defeated a monster all together by themselves!

Then suddenly Grim started to sniff the air around him, before he bent down to smell the ground. He kept going forward until he found a black stone on the floor. 

" What IS this? It smells amazing!"

"Hey Grim I think You should put that down-" Yuu tried to warn him but then Grim did the unthinkable.

*Chomp*

'Oh god, he ate the motherfu*king rock....'

"That... was AMAZING!"

"HAHHH???" Ace and Deuce screeched out loud at Grim.

"Ok ok enough with the drama we need to get this mage stone to Headmaster Crowley, if you guys don't want to get expelled." [Y/n] said annoyed. holding up the mage stone in her hands. "-And we also have to tell him about these." She said pointing at her [f/c] wings. 

"Okay let's go everyone." Yuu went ahead of the group leading them to the school.

'Hahhhhhh........I can't believe I turned out to be a magic fairy princess today.....'

To be continued

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Authors Note:

I hoped you guys like the chapter. I am very sorry for my very very VERY late update. I just had tests com,ing up and I didn't want to fail them! So I really had to study!.

[stabbydragon]

*clears throat* Can we just talk about how unfair it was that Cordelia was the one who got to kill Tatiana? Like there were a million other people who were way more qualified.

I’m pretty sure most people, like me, were rooting for Grace. After all, she was the one that Tatiana hurt most by physically abusing her, making her into a weapon, forcing her to brainwash James which made everyone she cares about mad at her, etc. Not to mention that Christopher, one of her only friends, the only person who defended her, and the one who encouraged her to pursue her passion for science, had just been MURDERED by Tatiana! And like, Grace was RIGHT THERE with a knife to Tatiana’s throat! Then CORDELIA had to come and ruin everything by summoning Lillith! WTF!?

Jesse was another person who had been hurt by Tatiana. This bitch, who he thought cared about him despite her flaws, as a mother should, SOLD HIM TO BELIAL so he could be possessed and forced to murder people which he would never do under any circumstances of his own free will! The guilt the poor boy must have gone through because of this bitch! Although personally, I don’t think he would be capable of murder, but it would have been better than fucking CORDELIA.

Also, the idea of either Jesse or Grace doing it to avenge their sibling? 😭

My second choice after Grace would be Lucie, who would be furious both because of Jesse being possessed, and because she had just found out that Tatiana had been the one to ruin James and Cordelia’s marriage, causing both her brother and parabatai a lot of pain. It would have set the scene for a fascinating conversation between her and Jesse regarding how they both felt about Tatiana’s death (the same is true for Grace) because I need more Ghostwriter scenes. Also, if she killed her partially on Grace’s behalf, it would better showcase what could have been a beautiful dynamic that desperately needs to be explored further. I need these too to become besties immediately! Lucie, unlike her boyfriend, totally deserved to be a morally ambiguous character. She had so much potential for stabbiness, so where’s all the stabbiness? It’s so unfair that she never gets to stab someone ONCE because she’s a main character and therefore needs to be morally perfect even though people who grew as rich as she did are the ones most likely to be evil. Besides, she could have ordered a ghost to do it while Lucie herself was far away, giving her an alibi, and any witnesses would not have seen the ghost. Honestly my preference would be if Lucie and Grace teamed up to do it together in Jesse’s name.

EVEN FUCKING JAMES a would have been a better option, not that I would like it much. He was the one who was brainwashed since he was fourteen after all. He was the one who kept on accidentally breaking his wife’s heart because of the gracelet.

While Cordelia was still hurt by Tatiana’s actions, she was farther removed from the situation. But because sHe’S tHe PrOtAgOnIsT, she had to be the one to do it. Not even of her own volition, but because she was being manipulated by a greater demon. Imagine all of your protagonists being so heroic and morally sound that they can’t even neutralize someone as twisted and dangerous and inhumane and this bitch without being physically magically controlled by Lillith herself. Is there anything more boring?

And what really makes me angry is that she finally gave in due to the death of one Christopher Lightwood, a character with whom she had no established dynamic. If this was CC’s plan all along, she could have made it so they had at least one single fucking conversation alone??? If the main catalyst for Tatiana’s death was Kit’s murder, then practically ANY OTHER CHARACTER a would have been better. Cecily and Gabriel and the others were in Idris but, once again, there’s Grace, Lucie, James, Thomas, Anna, Matthew, etc. Hell, even Rosamund Wentworth, who arrives pretty soon after Kit’s death, knew him longer than Cordelia!

*Ahem* Thank you for listening to my PSA