#I speak to. none. of the people I spoke to then lmao

[knoxvilleforever]

Surprise - Johnny Knoxville x Reader

request: Hello! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could do a Johnny Knoxville X female reader (who is also apart of the crew) and it’s Johnny’s birthday but they all find out it’s also the readers birthday? And Johnny has had a crush on her for awhile so this makes him all excited. I share the same birthday as him (different year tho lmao)

The group of men huddled in a group in front of you was enough to rouse suspicion in any situation, but particularly on the set of Jackass.

As you got closer you could hear attempted whispers and people talking over each other, but you couldn’t quite grasp what they were saying.

‘…just remember you have to keep it a secret.’

‘Right. Secret, got it, don’t tell Johnny or-’

You interjected, ‘don’t tell Johnny what?’

The boys turned to you in surprise and a few of them jumped, making you giggle at how skittish everyone is whilst you’re working.

‘Shit, Y/N! You scared us!’ You picked the voice out as Steve O, who was still in the middle of the huddle as he spoke to you. ‘We were just-’

‘O! Shut up!’ Weeman interrupted, knocking Steve O’s arm to keep him quiet.

‘Dude we can tell her! We’re surprising Johnny with drinks tonight!’ Dave whisper shouted, whilst you heard a groan you could tell belonged to Jeff. ‘For his birthday!’

‘You guys are fucking useless.’ Jeff had his head in his hands whilst he looked at the confused group. ‘As I was saying earlier, don’t tell Johnny or Y/N. You guys share a birthday, right?’

You had a light blush to your cheeks as all the boys were now looking at you, ‘Uh, yeah! But don’t worry, I’ll keep the surprise quiet. Only if the rest of you can.’ You narrowed your eyes at Steve O and Dave in particular. ‘I hope Darf isn’t invited to the party.’

‘How did none of us know it was your birthday too?’ Steve O questioned, which explained the confused look on the rest of their faces.

You shrugged, ‘I guess it just never came up.’

‘That’s so weird! You and Knoxville! You’re like twins!’

‘Different years, remember Chris.’

‘Anyway, now these assholes have ruined your surprise too, let’s keep this quiet around Johnny.’

‘Keep what quiet around Johnny?’

You couldn’t mistake the Southern accent that sounded behind you, giggling at the multiple echoes of ‘shut up!’ that sounded from the rest of the guys.

‘Man, you guys are keeping secrets from me! Look how guilty you all look!’ He chuckled as he leaned against the wall of the corridor, giving you chance to admire him. From his signature chucks to the sunglasses perched on his face, you didn’t need anymore convincing why he catches so much attention when you all go out.

‘You’ll tell me, won’t you sweetheart?’ If you could see his eyes you’d know he was mirroring the way you were just checking him out, except the slight nod of his head gave him away a little.

‘My lips are sealed. It seems like I’m the only one who can keep a secret around here.’ You directed at the still silent group of boys opposite you.

‘Yeah like the fact you and Knoxville share a birthday!’

‘Dave!’ The collection of voices shouting at poor Dave made you drop your head in your hands as you laughed.

‘I can’t believe you never told me that! We really share a birthday?’ It was easy to hear the excitement in his voice, and if you weren’t so busy laughing at the current attack on Dave you’d realise how endeared you are.

‘We really do.’

‘Then we have to celebrate!’

‘I have a feeling that’s already been arranged.’

The next night you were just about to leave your apartment for the bar around the corner the guys told you to meet them at, when there was a knock on your door.

Swinging it open you were met with none other than Johnny Knoxville, and it took you a minute to speak after taking in the sight of him.

‘Johnny!’ Your eyes wandered up and down him unashamedly, before snapping out of it and recollecting yourself. ‘Oh, happy birthday!’

‘Happy birthday to you, sweetheart. You look…’ he paused and mirrored your previous action, that left you with more confidence than usual, ‘you look amazing.’

‘I could say the same about you. You clean up pretty well, Knoxville.’ You grinned, ushering him inside. ‘I thought we were all meeting at the bar?’

‘Well that was the plan, but I wasn’t gonna let the birthday girl arrive alone, right?’

‘Oh c’mon. Now I feel bad I didn’t think of escorting you out for drinks, birthday boy.’ You teased, fighting back the blush on your cheeks at your newfound flirty demeanour. Was tonight the night you’d finally do something about your crush?

‘I’m sure I can find a way to forgive you.’ As you put your heels on Johnny wandered over to you, glancing at your now lessened height difference.

Your breathing shallowed as you thought about this being the closest you’d ever been in such an intimate setting with Johnny, lifting your chin to find him glancing between your eyes and your lips.

‘And what would that be?’ You tilted your head to peer up at him, taking your chance to memorise the curve of his face.

‘You’ll have to buy me a drink before you find out.’ Johnny winked and you crumbled under his stare, giggling and leaning your head forward so it rested on his chest.

‘You really do look beautiful, Y/N.’ He lifted his hand to your chin to bring your gaze back up to him and all of a sudden it was you who couldn’t keep your glance from his lips.

‘Well, it’s someone’s birthday so I really had to dress to impress.’ You spoke softly, as if any loud noise would shatter the moment you’re in.

‘They must be pretty lucky if they get you to celebrate with.’

Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you felt Johnny’s lips graze against yours softly, and then more firm as leant his body into yours. Both your hands found their way to his chest whilst his slid down your waist, pulling you closer if it were even possible.

Your heart was racing a mile a minute but everything was still and calm, like it were meant to fit into place. You felt your cheeks burning as you pulled away, not before Johnny pressed another light kiss to your lips.

‘You’re not gonna have to buy that drink for me to forgive you if we carry on like this.’ His voice was low and showcased the twinge of his accent, complimented by a slight chuckle.

‘We’re not going to make it to the bar if you keep looking at me like that.’ You giggled, looking over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. ‘We’re already fashionably late.’

‘The guys can wait. We’re the guests of honor, remember?’ Johnny leaned in again to leave a trail of kisses from your lips down your neck, and you let yourself indulge as much as possible until he was getting dangerously close to your cleavage.

‘Johnny, you can’t miss your own birthday drinks.’ You grinned as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

‘I had a feeling you’d say that.’

When you eventually made it to the bar, you were led through the door with your hand linked with Johnny��s. The smile on your face hurt when you saw the entire Jackass crew there for you and your other friends, many of them probably nursing their third or fourth drink already. Who could blame them, you were pretty late. Despite their earlier mistakes, the guys threw a pretty good party.

‘Surprise! Kind of!’ You heard multiple shouts and couldn’t help the laugh, even if it wasn’t the most well hidden surprise.

‘Here they are! Finally! What were you guys doing?’ Jeff questioned with a smirk on his face, and you avoided eye contact as best as you could.

‘I had a birthday gift for Y/N that I had to give her.’ Johnny grinned.

‘Well, I hope she liked it!’

You dipped your head out of embarrassment, feeling Johnny’s hand on your lower back.

‘Oh believe me, I hope so too.’

[doodlingbot]

is there a reason stanley doesnt communicate verbally/with words/ Only with Actions? or is he just,,, built like that LMAO

SO,

It's a personal preference of mine. I find it really fun trying to draw/write characters attempting to communicating/going about their lives without speaking (when I say speaking I mean vocally, writing and signing. To me those are all just different ways of speaking/talking, just different flavors of it.) It's a little personal challenge I suppose! One I will gladly continue with.

My Stanley is already a quiet character and I like to imagine that if he had a before the parable life, that he still barely actually spoke to people if at all. He has very little to say, and usually he can just get the point across with a small gesture/body language/facial expression anyways. If the other person is confused, that's on them, to himself he was perfectly clear.

It's hardwired into the game that Stanley can not speak (vocally) anyways.

Stanley is stubborn, I've said it before I'll continue to say it even more. Stanley can be so fucking idiotically stubborn. If he refuses to properly speak to the pompous voice trying to will him into submission, it will take a lot to get him to finally speak.

A small note for the future: One's own stubbornness can sometimes feel like your own hand made prison.

While you, the viewer/reader will likely not be able to know exactly what he is thinking and such. I hope that you are able to get the general/vague ideas I'm trying to convey.

Dialogue can be important, but I also view things like facial expressions and body language to be just as important.

Sorry for rambling, as someone who wants to be a comic writer/artist, I view this particular topic of character communication very interesting. It's the artist/story teller nerd in me. And hopefully none of it came across as rude or anything, imagine me excitedly talking about all of this if that helps at all.

[loversquarr3l]

eddie blurbs based off of convos w me & my friends lol

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concert

"hey you wanna come to an iron maiden concert with me this saturday?" y/n casually asked, fixing her makeup in the blurry mirror fixated atop of eddies dresser.

her question prompted eddie to jolt up from his position on the bed.

"you're joking."

"why would i be?" y/n turned her body to face the confused man on the bed.

"you. at an iron maiden concert. seriously?" his mouth was slightly agape. this reaction, though some may find insulting, erupted a laugh from y/n.

"yes, eddie," she spoke through giggles. "what's so hard to believe about that?" questions that obvious shouldn't be asked. if you were to take one look at this girl, the idea of her listening to iron maiden wouldn't even appear in your head.

her hair almost always being kept together by a white scrunchie, always in skirts or dresses, makeup always done; there's no way she'd be into Iron maiden.

"my dad got me tickets for my birthday & none of my friends would go with me. so, im asking you...unless you don't want to go?"

"what the fuck? of course i want to go!" eddie practically jumped off the bed & in front of y/n, who had a huge grin plastered on her face.

"good."

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down bad

"so you ever gonna talk to her?" dustin speaks suddenly, bringing eddie out of his thoughts.

"who?"

"y/n." eddie snorted at the mention of her name. sure, he saw her walking to class in the hallways & they mightve even shared a few quick glances. but he would never think of talking to her.

"have you lost your mind, dustin?" dustin shook his head.

"uh nope. pretty sure my mind is still in my head. i think you should check if yours is because she's clearly into you, man!"

eddie shook his head, "no way."

"yes way! look, her & her friends sit right next to me in my latin class & i hear them talking. all. the. time. i overheard her saying how she'd want to go on a date with you & she was even going to ask lucas to put in a good word for her. it sounds like she really likes you, dude."

eddie was at a loss for words. the first thought in his head was 'why should i go off of what he's telling me?' but there was a voice in his head yelling at him to not second guess it. this is his year after all (👀).

after a short silence, eddie finally spoke up.

"fuck it. what have i got to lose?"

"you're gonna ask her out??" eddie nodded his head reluctantly.

"you got this!"

(i didn't know how to end this one LMAO)

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corroded coffin

y/n never thought she'd see eddie munson outside of school. let alone on a poster loosely hanging in the window of the diner she worked at.

strings of customers came flooding in as it was the busiest day of the week, sunday.

people come in on sundays to either cram in studying for the school week ahead or for coffees to remedy their hangover gifted from the party the night prior.

y/n was so caught up in tending to the customers that she didn't notice the familiar dark haired man walk in.

"how may i help you?" she spoke, still writing down an order from the customer in front of her at the island.

"y/n?" eddie questioned, prompting the girls attention from the notepad to him.

"eddie?"

"..you guys know each other?" gareth asked, making his & the rest of the bands presence known to y/n.

"yeah, we have class together." eddie responded. "i didn't know you worked here?"

"yeah & i didn't know you came here." y/n added, swiftly moving to make a customer's coffee.

"well we just stopped by for some fuel before our gig." eddie answered.

"yeah i saw the poster on my way in. uh what would you all like?" they all answered, giving her their orders. y/n responding with writing them down.

"and you? eddie?"

"i would like...you to come see us tonight. at the hideout. 8 pm." y/n sighed, taking the paper with their orders out & placing it where the chefs can see it.

"i work. obviously."

"come after. it normally runs pretty late." jeff speaks up quickly. y/n looks at jeff briefly before looking back at eddie.

"...do i have to pay?"

"no." they all said in unison.

y/n heaved another sigh.

"...if im not too exhausted. maybe ill make an appearance. " she says through a smile. a smile shared by both her & eddie.

"deal?" she says.

"deal." he responds.

[catgirlforkaeya]

marriage?

kaeya x gn!reader

hurt/comfort

submission: can i request a reader discussing the topic of marriage to kaeya for the first time hurt/comfort pls? mayB he gets emotional & feels unprepared or even avoids reader for a bit before they makeup

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + alcohol + anxiety

a/n: aaa i hope u like this anon :,) i decided to add in venti for a little bit of comedic relief, i’m sorry if he’s ooc LMAO. idk how good this is my brain is on low power mode rn i apologize if it’s eh 😭

kaeya definitely wasn’t expecting you to bring up marriage. you two had been together for a couple years now, but marriage had never been a topic. you’d joked about it before but that was it— you’d never been serious about it.

he did love you— truly. but the thought of marriage was terrifying to kaeya. did he want to share a last name and eventually start a family with you? absolutely. he was just scared that sealing the deal with each other would somehow drive you away from him overtime. he’s lost way too many people in his life and it’d be a cold day in hell before he let the universe rip you away. you filled a void in his heart that he didn’t even know he had. he’d honestly be lost without you.

so when you brought up that topic he really didn’t know how to respond. he’d feel awful saying flat out no to you, but also really didn’t want to say yes. how would you react if he said he just wasn’t ready?? would you be upset? would you think he didn’t truly love you? would you understand???

when he heard the question he froze, words completely ripped from him. what was he going to say? every time he opened his mouth to give an answer nothing came out, all he felt was a his eyes filling with tears and a burning throat. the only thing that kaeya managed to do was just fall silent then change the topic.

this response confused the hell out of you. a small yes or no would’ve been okay for you, but the silence just left too many unanswered questions. you felt your heart sink as you slouched down into your chair letting the conversation die out, unwanted thoughts consuming your mind.

“does he actually love me??”

“what does the silence mean?“

“has he lost feelings? found somebody else?”

“is this the end of our relationship???”

—

the next few days were awful. you were in a bad mood from where you and kaeya left off the other day, and to add onto that situation he seemed to be avoiding you. you two would talk every single day, hang out after work, and usually sleep at one another’s house. none of that happened though— you hadn’t even seen or heard a single peep out of him.

—

“venti i seriously think it’s over,” you said between sips of whiskey. venti had noticed you were having a bad day and being the wonderful friend that he is, he took you out for some drinks.

“and why do you say that?” the bard took another huge sip out of his wine glass, cocking his head to the side.

“he’s avoided me all week— that’s never happened before,” you sighed, looking at your glass and gently tracing the rim of the top with your index finger.

“wellll, what happened??”

“i brought up the topic of marriage— seriously this time. i wasn’t saying ‘marry me right now’ but was just kinda hinting at my curiosity of if he was ready,” you began, resting your chin in your other hand. “he just fell silent and changed the topic. usually he’d be truthful and speak his mind, but there was nothing.”

“and now he’s avoiding you?” venti’s voice was soft as he spoke. you’ve never seen your friend actually be this attentive to someone’s problems before.

“yep.”

“maybe he is just simply not ready?” his eyes met yours, softly glowing in the tavern light. “sometimes when people aren’t ready for something, they change the topic due to not knowing how to respond.”

“maybe,” you looked down at the table, afraid to show your eyes that were now beginning to get that burning feeling before you cry.

“go talk to him,” you flicked your eyes up at him. “communication is key.”

“but what if a fight starts?” you pinched the bridge of your nose. you’ve never had any issues with kaeya and you really didn’t want this to worsen anymore.

“you never know if you don’t try,” your friend took another sip of his wine, a small hiccup escaping his lips mid-sentence.

there was a long silence between you two. your mind was racing. venti was right, you couldn’t avoid the situation forever because the longer you do more issues will sprout. you were just awful with confrontation, especially with kaeya. you two have had an almost perfect relationship, now 3 years in he’s avoiding you for unknown reasons.

“i guess you’re right,” you said with an airy sigh, standing up while your head began to spin from the alcohol.

“it’s not going to be the end, my dear friend,” venti gave you a drunken smile, waving at you.

with a small smile, you simply said “thank you, venti.”

—

you knocked on the wooden door to kaeya’s house. you were saying small prayers under your breath that he’d answer the door. it was cold and rainy outside and you forgot an umbrella so you were drenched and froze to the bone.

almost like the archons answered your prayers, the door opened within 30 seconds. you were greeted with a familiar face that you’d been missing all week.

“y/n?” kaeya was shocked to see you here, especially in this weather at this hour. he wasn’t upset to see you— at all. it was just unexpected.

“hey,” you gave a weak smile, shivering slightly. “can we talk? please?”

“yes, of course,” he stepped out of the way so that you could get inside. as soon as your feet were through the doorway you were greeted with warmth, kaeya giving you a towel to wrap yourself in.

kaeya took your hand in his, leading you back towards his bedroom. he grabbed one of his shirts and sweatpants for you, sitting it on the bed.

“i’ll step out and let you dry out and change—“ he went to walk out but you grabbed his forearm, not hard but not gentle either.

“no—“ you quickly said, pulling him to sit on the edge of the bed with you. “stay, please.”

you two sat in silence for awhile. the silence was heavy, just like when you asked him about marriage. you were trying to think of how to start the conversation, and so was kaeya.

“i’m sorry,” kaeya broke the silence.

“huh-?” you knew what he was talking about, it just caught you off guard a little.

“i’m sorry about everything. not giving you an answer, avoiding you, being an ass this week— all of it,” his voice was quiet. you could tell he was being sincere by the quietness in his voice. “i should’ve explained that i’m not ready and why, that was extremely stupid on my end.”

“it’s never too late to explain,” you pulled the towel around you a little bit tighter. “i forgive you, by the way.”

kaeya looked down at his lap, letting out a shaky exhale. “i’m just scared that if we get married something will happen. every time i let somebody get close with me i always end up losing them. obviously i’ve already let you get very close to me— closer than anybody else and i have zero regrets about it. but marriage is just on a whole other level. i’m probably just overthinking everything but—“

“hey— look at me,” you brought a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek gently. “we don’t have to rush anything, if you’re not ready that’s okay. i’m not going anywhere, i promise.”

he leaned into your touch slightly before reaching over and kissing you. his muscular arms wrapped around your soaked body, holding you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world. you placed your hand on his chest, rubbing small circles into it.

everything was finally coming back together. all of the shattered pieces of the glass was falling back into place. you were finally by his side again. he was finally kissing you again, holding you against his body as his tongue gently brushed over your bottom lip.

when you two pulled away to catch your breath, you immediately smiled at each other. moments like these remind you how much you love kaeya.

you were brought out of your trance when you felt your back gently hit the bed, the wet towel spreading out under you. kaeya was on top of you now, lips on yours again.

“i love you,” kaeya mumbled against your lips in between kisses. “again, i’m sorry about everything.”

“i love you more,” you breathed against his lips. “it’s okay hun. everything is going to be okay.”

everything is going to be okay.

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[watiamdoingwithmylife666]

Meeting in fresh blood - Sukuna x reader

Even if I love reading all of your things people, I'm getting tired to always read stories with original!Sukuna getting a reader always being compliant with his bullshit. And so I decided to try something else with the classic scheme! Hope you'll like it! (Note me thinking it would be far more better if it were writing by someone else and not by my shitty writing skill lmao.)

pairing: Sukuna x reader (If I write a following chapter because they just met in this one)

sum: Your village offered you to Sukuna in hope to get peace and prosperity in your town. But, you're taking none of this bullshit, you are going to save your ass on your own. Or at least you thought.

warning: violence - misogyny - curses - Petty reader - grammar errors.

You sadly were born in a town where villagers worship gods and curses in hope to get protected by other gods and curses.

You never really understood the way they were thinking, and that's probably why you never had that many friends when you were younger. Always getting commentary about the way you act or thought, your family or friends was trying to made you fit in this society not really for you, but for their own sake. Unfortunately, they couldn't fully understand you. Because you could see things that none of them could saw, feeling things that would make them froze in terror. And at first, you were scared, obviously, you didn't know what those things were and why they were hurting people around you.

You were five the first time you saw a curse, the creature was biting the ankle of your father. He was always complaining about how his legs were hurting him and how old he was. When you spoke about the monsters you saw, your parents went livid and were quick to shush the little girl you were. You even remember the affront your grandfather felt when he knew about what you said.

"How dare she? My own flesh and blood of granddaughter, you dare to say that you could see the manifest of curses? Aren't you aware that only males can do that?"

Everyone was shocked when you still dared to keep saying you could see curses when you grew older. But with time, and bad repercussions you get quiet about curses, and even your weird energy.

After this event, most of your family went silent about you. Some of them never spoke to your parents again, saying this was a bad omen for the village and what was surrounding you.

That probably why you were in such a deep shit today.

In this little town, every problem was solved by blood, it was almost like a mantra. As you keep walking on the forest path you thought about this, maybe you should do a little placard saying "fresh blood, problem solved" as a welcome sign for the village.

"You aren't going to try to plead them ?" Your mother's voice brings you back from your thinking. She was walking next to you, dressed in all black, exactly like the three other guys surrounding you.

"No." Now that you think about it, on the opposite end, them pleading you. Soon enough you thought. Looking down, you try to feel in your shoes if your knife was still here, that when you realize., you are the only one dressed in white, was it a must for a sacrifice? You didn't know, but what you knew is that you arrived now.

The structure was big. It almost made you giddy. But the man in front of you stopped you from your admiration. He was cutting the rope on your wrist. What an idiot you thought as your hand goes to massage your sore skin. All of them were now behind you, and your mother took a step to speak to you.

"Goodbye." Her voice had no feeling, and her eyes were blank from emotion. But with an almost silent voice, she said "I believed you when you were five. I always believed you."

"Woman, come back now. The king will come soon." a man said, and your mother obey.

It had always been like this. This misogynic village made you stronger than every man that lives here. How many times did you dream about burning the whole city? How many times have you had to fight for your voice to be listen here? You lost the count but what you knew, was that you were far stronger than them.

After being betrayed by your own family, you still believed what you saw, meaning that you were actually a Sorcerer, and that path lead you to train yourself and be stronger day by day. That's why you weren't scared. Or maybe you thought?

None of you had sensed his presence. Sukuna was here at the door frame still hidden by the darkness. He was ready to make his presence know until he saw you falling on your knees ugly crying. "As usual," he thought rolling his eyes. With a life span like his, he was used to seeing pathetic humans crying for mercy when they knew the end was near. At first, he loved it, but now, he's not even surprised he's too used to. The opposite would have shocked him, but does he really wait for humans to not be pathetic for once yes but it never happened.

On your knees, fake crying to gain some time, you quickly grab your knife waiting for one of the men to approach you. Right at this moment, you saw feet in front of you, getting ready to be lifted up violently, you prepared yourself but it doesn't come. Instead, you heard loud footsteps coming from behind you, only by the noise it make, you felt goosebumps rising on your skin.

Your hand tightens his grip on the small knife you have. At the same time, the man in front of you takes a step back while the steps behind you get nearer. You lift your head a bit, enough now to see at the knee, and you understand now by the defensive position of the villager, that the King of curses is probably now behind you.

"Well... what you get me?" Sukuna's voice broke the silence. They can clearly hear the annoyment in his tone.

"Get up women the king is here. You didn't hear?" he groans at you while poking your head with his stick.

That's was probably the moment that draw the line for you. The second time his stick touch your face, you grabbed it and pulled it with you. The man loses his balance, falling forward, you catch him before stabbing him in the throat. Pushing his body on the side, you got up punching the first man rushing at you. The second one came on the other side, both trying to take control on you.

Sukuna on the other side, grew a large smile on his face, he finally had some entertainment. Never before he saw someone tried to kill his persecutor just before the sacrifice. How funny this little human is, he said to himself.

The taller man catch your armed hand, the other one was on the floor after you knock him out.

"Y/N, your mother calls out from distance. Get yourself together! stop this madness!" Her word catch your attention and made you froze, so did the man. He was putting less strength on your hand, probably thinking that your mother brings you back to reality and that you'd finally accept your destiny. You use this opportunity to catch with your other hand your knife before stabbing in the stomach the man in front of you. Letting the blade travel from the bottom to the top of the abdomen before pushing the body on the floor.

"I stopped this madness mother, just like you asked. Unfortunately, I do not think it was what you thought. I stopped the madness in where I lived since I can remember." Hand bloody, you raised your hand in direction of your mother. "Go, and tell them what a woman did to the strongest men of the village."

You were ready to finish the fight with Sukuna, but as you turn around you did not found a man. The Curse was the double of your size. Four tattooed strong arms fold in front of him, naked chest also tattooed, and finally a smiling face, visibly satisfied by the slaughter you commit in front of his four red eyes.

You clearly didn't thought about an abnormal curse like this, you just believed you would fight against an human-looking curse, and now that you're in deep shit you needed to find a way to save your ass.

"Is this enough of an offering against my life my king?" you said as you lift your eyes to his.

Sukuna laughs at you. before lowering himself to you. His face now as your eyes level made you realize how dangerous he looked like. and his tooth smile wasn't reassuring neither.

"I think I am going to keep you little one."

[seasidepierre]

hi! do you know what videos there are of pierre going full out rouen accent? i'm trying to learn to discern french accents (and does charles have a southern accent? i've heard some people say he does but i can't hear it)

Oh damn, let me crack my fingers and get on with that, because you sure came to the right place, as your resident Rouen accent girl. (I've been told it came out strong these last few weeks, so your timing is impeccable!!)

In general, Pierre doesn't have the Rouen accent when he talks French to the media and truth be told, we generally don't have an accent. But quite often, we have this very weird guttural accent that pops out and we have no idea why. It's very peasant like, truth be told, and when he lets it out? Oof, I feel right at home lmao. Usually, when he talks to the media, he adopts this weird voice that is a mix of a southern and a posh parisian accent, I think it comes from the people he hangs out with and it also comes out pretty strong when he has to switch from French to English quite often. I used to hate it but I came to terms with it. Do I wish he always spoke in that peasant Rouen accent? Absolutely, because it cracks me up SO MUCH and it feels like my own accent finally doesn't sound like I'm an absolute nutcase lmao, but I understand where it comes from and I'm learning to accept that I just have a peasant accent and that's it lol.

There's the video of Pierre and Yuki driving around COTA, look around 7.40, when he goes "OYOYOYOYOYOYE". He does that quite often in the media pen as well when he's caught watching the others during qualis for example. That's v v Rouen. There's the video of him in Charles' car that just STINKS the Rouen accent. So much. The latest Alpha Tauri with Pierre talking French to Yuki is quite effective as well (around 3.15, especially as he's counting but the whole thing is pretty Rouen to me). There's an old video of him in Rouen. In here, the accent is pretty tame but I find hints of it and I really like it. That's the video in where his accent is the closest to mine, which, truth be told, sounds like there's none but you can hear a few closed "o" sounds that are pretty typical of us, like in this video from our local broadcasting channel. I don't know if you'll be able to watch it but a few of his Canal+ interviews are nice as well, like the one where he talks about his flaws and how he handles his emotions or the one when he signed with Alpine.

Again, it's super faint, the ones that are really really really fcking Rouen are the Yuki driving one, the one in Charles' car and the one when he talks French with Yuki. It's pretty harsh if you're not a French native speaker to find the differences in his different voices. I know that I have different voices as well, I have my Rouen voice, I have my "speaking English voice" and I have my "normal French" voice, which is devoid of any accent. Pierre oscillates quites a lot between his English voice, his "posh southern accent" voice that he uses a lot in the media pen and his "normal" voice (that would be the four latest videos from my list). The "Rouen voice" pops off when he's really comfortable, which I find really endearing tbh. Mine only pops off when I'm with my friends who won't laugh at each word I say or when I'm really tired/mad.

Now, regarding Charles, it's a bit different. Charles does have a bit of a southern accent but it's really faint, I think. When I went to the French GP, the people in the South of France had this very heavy accent (which is lovely, don't get me wrong), but Charles doesn't really have it. He has it on certain words like "pneu" (tyres) that he doesn't pronounce "pneu" like Pierre and I would, but "peuneu", like he fully adds sounds between two consonants, especially at the start of words. Other than that, his accent is pretty faint, it sounds more like the posh accent from Nice let's say, than from Marseille which is super thick on the voice. Charles lets his accent be thicker when he's joking or teasing, which, again, is super endearing. When he's mad, he has that diplomatic voice that has absolutely no accent, but truth be told, it's almost like he has none usually.

If you're really into accent, you're gonna have a fun time because France has SO MANY of them lmao.

[marvelmaniac2000]

Newly Wed Minds ~ Druig x Reader

Day 3 Valentine's Day Marathon

Side note: There is none. Let the work speak for itself i guess… For some reason I have better luck writing for Druig *shrug* idk why lmao..

Words:+ 1330

Subject: unprotected/pulic/pool sex, Mature audience 18+

**apologies for misspelling/grammar*

Summary: You and Druig unexpectedly decide to get married….So I meannnn why not???? This has a sprinkle of introverted characteristics too for the reader/(Y/N) perspective.

Characters: Druig x Reader

“Happy Birthday!!” Everyone screamed at the top of their lungs. The bar was packed with family and friends alike from your average life on earth. Today was one of your old friend’s birthday. As usual you and Druig hung out in the background of the noise and spoke when only spoken too. Even so, some of Druig’s friends Sersi and her boyfriend had tagged along. As well

You watch from your bar stool as your colleague blows out her last remaining candles. The midnight hour passed and you couldn’t help but remember how precious time meant to eternals and humans alike. Your face deepens a loss of hope realizing how complicated it was to date someone who will eventually die off. It was a bitter sweet gift and curse to be mortal as they say…

Druig stood next to you with his back leaned up against the bar counter while you sat on a stool. He observed the celebration with ease but silently kept his full attention on your thoughts.

As much as he did wish he had the ability to stop reading other people’s thoughts, it was just part of who he was. Every ribbon of thought that crossed your mind Druig dissected to figure out his next sentence to you. Although your silence is what made him attracted to you, you lived in your mind like he did, but your brain was much easier to navigate. He heard the words in your head about you being mortal. A quick swig of his drink lightens his feelings.

“If you're so worried about not living forever with me, why don't we just get married?” You quickly rolled your eyes dismissing the fact that he was back reading your mind once again.

“Look I know you're probably only saying that out of self pity” you looked over at him to find any speck of lies in his cold demeanor.

Druig turned his posture toward you and lifted your drink up, “You see this? If you had been paying attention you would have noticed someone roofied your drink love. So that’s one reason why you should marry me. It’s called protection. Secondly, even though it’s very easy for me to find out everybody’s secrets without even talking to them, I notice that your mind is by far the most beautiful. Your brain is like a canvas. I can picture and see that most people's brains are dark . Druig stared blankly into the crowd before touching your delicate hand onto yours. “Will you marry me?” He kissed your hand and rubbed the wet print ever so slightly.

“Fifty percent of marriages end in divorce” you playfully mention.

“Why focus on the negative perspective and enjoy life as is. At least you’re not me who doesn’t have to relive seeing your kind keep making the same dumb mistakes in a vicious cycle” his eyes shifted a bit realizing where this conversation was leading to.

“Notice how happy everyone is enjoying the moment?...you know the little things in life. I wish I could have you forever like Ikaris and Sersi, but nothing is ever that simple. You're a big part of my life now and I want to see you in it, so please marry me??” he searched into his pocket and pulled out a silver shaped ring. “It’s kinda bogus to propose at someone else’s celebration” you giggled. “Don’t need, just hand it to me. We can figure out the rest later’ you twisted the beautiful band around your finger.

“It’s exactly how I envisioned it '' he smiled ear to ear holding your hand.

>>>>>later In the Night

Afterward from the party, you and Druig looped back to place you guys shared. “So what exactly do engaged couples do?” you tried to wrap your head around the idea of being married. It felt like such a huge responsibility (which it was) but you knew for certain this was the man you wanted to spend eternity with.

“We just keep acting like normal people” Druig acted nonchalant from the outside when in actuality he was couldn’t contain how excited he was to finally find someone who understood him. A random idea popped into your head noticing the water faucet dripping from the kitchen.

“We should go for a swim to celebrate,” you grinned. Druig read your mind instantly and walked down to the back bedroom. “Say no more,” he replied.

One of the nice amenities of the apartment you guys lived in was that you both liked the swimming pool included.

You wore a sexy swimsuit that Druig couldn’t removed his eyes from. The best moments you guys shared together was the secluded time together. Just the moment of you two walking together in the hallway carried more weight than any other gesture. It was late at night but the pool was outdoors and it carried a beautiful view of the energetic city life. No one else companies the area but you two alone. “Ladies first” Druig extended his arm. You give him a warm smile before carefully running down the tile floor and canon ball into the water. The warmth of the water floated you back to the top. You pop your head above water to see your newly wed husband follow close behind jumping the water.

You giggle as you naturally turn your head from the huge splash he caused. You shriek as you feel his hands under water grab hold of your legs. Druig floated back to the service and pulled your legs around his.

“Do you (Y/N) take Druig to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You admire the wedding band on your finger and wrap your arms lousy around his neck.

“I do” you cooed.

“Do you Druig take (Y/N) has your lawfully wedded wife?” you questioned back.

“I do” he whispered and looked passionately into your beautiful eyes before pressing his damped lips onto yours. Druig swam you over against the wall to begin the things that he wanted to do to you. Druig broke the kiss and delicately pulled the knot of your swimsuit to reveal your breasts. He gave you a sloppy kiss and pressed his chest against yours to feel your hardened nipples graze against his bare chest. You moan into his mouth feeling each other's tongues wrestle.

He broke the kiss and sucked your bottom lip.

he stared at your lips before pulling your bottoms off. He hoisted you onto the ledge of the pool with your back slightly against the wall on an angle. He tossed his trunks off and positioned himself between your entrance. He slowly aims himself between your legs. You're excitedly waiting for the new sensation as the water crashes around or bare pussy. Druig locked his eyes on yours as he thinks about fucking you as his wife for the first time. His slick wet dick pushes into your walls perfectly. Druig watch your beautiful body give in to his dick. He hungry thrust his member further into you making you moan. His hands harden around your waist to quicken his thrust inside you.

His feverish growl filled your ears as he thrust hit sharper and harder. He lowered his face to brush his lips slightly over yours. You push his head more to give him one last sloppy kiss before feeling his warm seed fill into you. Both of your bodies felt heavy but weightless from the water floating around you. Nothing but the tiny tides of water was filling each other’s ears. Druig pulled you in closer and pressed his forehead against yours.

“You will always be the love of my life” he pecked the bridge of your nose.

[idy-ll-ique]

Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

[theguyinthemathexamples]

Madinat Khalida, The Timeless City

Pairing(s): None (Slight Rukkhadevata x GoS ig)

Genre: Angst, Fanmade Lore

Timeline/AU: In the middle of the Archon War

Content Warning(s): Implied Major Character Death, A Nation Getting Buried (Literally), Shit Storytelling, Fanmade Lore (i.e completely made up), 2AM-5AM Writing (fell asleep mid-write), GoS Isn't Reader, GoS dies in Rukkrukk's Arms(not in a romantic way lmao), GoS' Gender Is Not Specified And Will Use They/Them Pronouns, Morax Back At It Again Smh, It's Raining Spears, Hallelujah It's Raining Spears, - GoS' People—Probably, The Burying Technically Ain't His Fault Though (surprisingly).

C/N: Faruzan bonked my head so much i threw this up; lore enthusiasts don't kill me for this pls

Madinat Khalida, also known as The Timeless City; collapsed due to a brawl between the God of Silence and the God of Contracts—or as some would call him, the God of War.

The two gods fought long and hard, tooth and nail, till many moons and suns rose and fell. The forest had seen it, the shadows had witnessed it, and the beaming light that held high merely gazed on.

The God of Silence was by no means a weak god, having to fend off more than a few creatures that their early nation could've fallen for a thousand times over.

But alas, the so-called God of War had his eyes sent on them and their nation. His intentions may have been good—only intending to "spar" with them, but their fight had erupted many casualties on the desert's plains, both in its wake and its aftermath.

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The spears that rained down the city were buried beneath the sands, but what went along with it was Madinat Khalida.

The God of Silence grieved at the death of their people when their nation was caught in-between the depths of the sand and the bedrock below, knowing that they could've just led the opposing god out of the perimeter of their city - but what they did was already done.

Their city had sunk.

With the God of Contracts having "oh so coincidentally" already left the crime scene, their nation buried underneath miles upon miles of sand; they joined their nation in hopes of rescuing or unearthing any evidence of life—trying to reassure themselves that maybe, just maybe, there was even a patch of grass alive.

As they lost hope in finding even just a piece of cloth, they saw a soft, green glow emanating from the other side of their city - one that they hadn't notice before.

Due to their desperation, they sprinted to the light, slowly getting engulfed by it and promptly passing out from their exhaustion.

After they had awoken, they saw a big, magnificent tree—the one who the people of Sumeru now call "Irminsul"—, once they remembered their original objective, they ran from root to root and bark to bark until they reached the base of the tree.

Naturally, since they were dubbed as the God of Silence, they couldn't speak, so they had to resort into using some of their remaining magic left, and spoke,

"Oh blessed tree, you who have witnessed nations rise and fall, you who remember every living being that had first opened it's eyes and those who fell prey to eternal sleep. Please, oh please, where have my children gone? To where did the last of my dears go?"

The tree didn't reply, only keeping it's radiant glow bright. The God of Silence shed their final tear, using the last of their power to ask one more question, "To where did my city—that had seemingly bloomed from nothing—go, oh heavenly tree?"

They knew it was all for nothing, but they smiled once more, kneeling as they embraced the tree. At last, the god breathed their last breath, a soft sigh escaping their lips.

At last, a god clad in green and white, the god that was dubbed as the God of Wisdom by her people, approached the rapidly disintegrating god, rushing to their side—her face filled with remorse, regret and shock.

As the last of their physical form flew with the wind, the God of Wisdom could only wordlessly pick up their belongings - clothes, accessories, and the like.

To commemorate the late god, Greater Lord Rukkhadevata put on three leaf clips that she had given to them before as a welcome gift.

Unbeknownst to her, the god's soul remained, with it now possessing the three clips; binding the two gods in an eternal harmony of wisdom and music.

TGITME/N: I have so many more sfuff i wanna add but then I'll just end up chewing myself up from the inside out

Also, yes, i will update the sun and moon god blorples, both them and y'all deserve to know what they're like

Unless before i get swallowed in the depths of SAGAU again, this'll be my offering to all of y'all and wish you all a merry Christmas and a happy advanced new year :DDD

[1987vampire]

A Real Man | Bo Sinclair

Fandom: House of Wax (2005)

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None, this is a hurt/comfort fic. Just reader having a gender dysphoria moment. So, this is a FtM!Reader!

A/N: I got like, really sad, the other day, so this is just me projecting lmao. Everyone needs a Bo in their life to give them the support they need, the fuckin bastard.

Extra:

The front door closing behind you sounded like music to your ears as you stepped into your home. Your shoulders immediately fell along with your bag which fell to the floor with a dull thud. The quiet of the home was welcome, but it also somehow made you feel worse as you bent down to untie your boots before toeing them off, kicking them to the side. You’d put them in their place later, you thought, but right now, all you could think of was showering and going to sleep for as long as your body would let you.

You didn’t make it very far, though, stopped by Bo stepping into the doorway of the kitchen as you went to pass. He was silent for a moment, biting down on the apple he held in his hands as he leaned on the wall. “What’s’a matter wi’chou, darlin’,” Bo spoke, words muffled by the food he was chewing.

“Nothing, Bo. I’m just tired,” you mumbled, making your way past him.

He hummed a questioning sound and kicked himself off the wall, following as you made your way to the room that you shared. His footsteps were loud compared to yours, but they always were. He had a booming presence no matter what he was doing, it felt. Normally, it would have been comforting, but not now. You didn’t want him to see you like this - You didn’t want anyone to see you like this.

It hadn’t even been anything in specific, just another day of work at a diner about thirty minutes from the outskirts of Ambrose, one mainly filled with truckers and people passing by, but heaviness had settled on your shoulders before you had even gotten into bed - that familiar aching crawling up your back, clawing at your throat, begging for release. The ache made everything seem ten times worse. The diner seemed entirely too loud, even though it had been a quiet day. Speaking in that fake voice made your heart thrum angrily in your chest. Even your favorite coworker wasn’t able to pull you out of the slump that was slowly mixing with a hefty case of gender dysphoria.

At least the brothers of Ambrose treated you like a man even though you didn’t necessarily have the tools to pass the best. As for everyone else, it felt like a lost cause. Hell, even your coworkers refused to call you by the name you wanted, deadname falling from their lips time and time again, making the hole in your chest grow bigger and bigger.

The shower didn’t seem as appealing anymore, you realized as you stood in front of the bathroom door. The idea of getting undressed, of seeing yourself bare, made you want to spiral even more, but the feeling of grease and grime sticking to you wasn’t helping the situation.

You must have been standing in front of the door for too long because Bo’s hand pressing against the small of your back is what brought you back to reality. “What do you need help with, baby,” Bo finally asked after a moment, softness lacing his voice, the kind of softness only really you got to see.

Your shoulders picked up again, entire body tensing with anxiety, teary eyes finally looking up the meet Bo’s baby blues. God, he looked so worried. For someone as closed off as he was, he could sure be an open book when he was feeling too much, and right now, he was so fucking worried.

His eyebrows furrowed, and then, he was cupping your face with one hand. “Oh no, darlin’, come on. You’re okay. Wha’ happened?”

You couldn’t help it, the dam finally breaking. First, it was just a stray tear followed by a sniffle, and then you were sobbing in his hold, lunging forward and wrapping both arms around him, trying to hold him as close as you could. Bo froze for a moment, body tensing like yours had, but then, he was relaxing, holding you back, hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly. “I’m sorry,” you blubbered into the white shirt he was wearing. “I didn’t- I don’t-”

Bo shushed you, and you could feel him shaking his head. “No, baby, let it out. Ain’t no good lettin’ that shit boil inside - I would know.”

You laughed at that, a teary one, but a laugh nonetheless. Then, you let it out, letting all the stress from the day fall away with your tears, clinging desperately to the man in front of you like he was your only lifeline. To be fair, sometimes it felt like he was.

Once it felt like you were finally calming down, the sobs racking through your body letting up enough for you to breathe properly, you spoke. “Bo,” you whispered. He hummed in question. “You see me as a boy, right?”

He didn’t even have to think about his response. “Well, I see ya as a man, but-” He cut himself off, pulling you away just enough to see your face again. You wanted to hide, knowing it was probably all red and splotchy. “Who’s been makin’ you feel like you ain’t?”

You shook your head. “It’s no one in specific, just work and my head.”

Bo huffed. “I’ve told you time and time again, you don’t haf’ta fuckin’ work. I can take care of you. Those dumbasses don’t know shit about nothin’ o’er there.” You chuckled at his choice of words, a small smile climbing across your lips. “Why’re you not treatin’ yourself right? That damned head o’ yours is gonna kill ya one day, y’know,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your temple. “You’re a man, through and through, darlin’.”

“Even though I have a chest,” you mumbled, “And I don’t look like one?”

Bo rolled his eyes dramatically. “Vincent’s got bigger tits than you, c’mon.” He smiled as you giggled. “And who cares what’cha look like? You’re fuckin’ pretty. You’re handsome as shit. Just cuz you ain’t got a body as awesome as mine,” he flexed his bicep teasingly, relishing in how you were giggling again, “don’t mean you’re any less of a man. Now, come on, you know I can’t stand to see you cry.”

He moved to push the two of you to the bed, but you protested, pushing against his chest lightly. “Wait, wait, hold up.”

He stopped, looking down at you expectantly. “Well, what now?”

“I have to shower, Bo. I feel disgusting right now.”

He grinned, leaning down until your lips were almost touching. “Is that an invitation?”

You returned that stupid grin, pushing up to press your mouth to his, letting gratification flood into the kiss, a small show of emotion, of how happy he made you. “When is it not,” you murmured as you pulled away.

Bo was quick to pull his shirt over his head, pushing you in the direction of the bathroom. “Well then, come on! What’re we waitin’ for?”

[golbrocklovely]

I was checking an oldish tag on here and saw some of your old asks about Stas where people told you everything she was doing, full transparency and you defended her like no other. Everything they spoke about came to light and we are now or have been seeing since Europe everything and more that people mentioned . So im curious (maybe you’ve said before but i didnt see it) what made you change your stance and open your eyes to her odd behavior especially towards Colby? The asks were pretty blunt and straight forward and you still found a way to curve every answer.

I checked the tag btw because i noticed today that not only did she promote Katrina on twitter, but made a tiktok to her song, told people shes her biggest fan, and has been liking a bunch of C4 edits and pics. I remembered seeing asks talking about her never supporting Kat only Colby so after seeing that i came back here to try and find what else those asks said and saw everything everyone has been saying is pretty legit.

i did say a while back why my feelings changed for stas, but i'll just state them again i guess lol

also holy shit this is long sorry about that lmao

so, originally, when ppl would come to me saying why they didn't like stas, to me it didn't feel like it was a legitimate reason. and i felt that way bc they would come on here, talk about her, but give no proof to their claims. just say that "oh i heard this" or "i think she did this" or "did you see she did this" and to me, none of it was enough proof to throw her off the island, so to speak. i mean, some anons talked about her liking edits as proof enough that she was shady or up to no good. ppl would use her likes on twitter as main example of "see! look how bad she is" and the tweet in question was either not there (bc she probs unliked it) when i would go looking for it or if it was about colby and her… it was harmless and not something like "colby and her should be together. they have something going on".

also, no offense to anyone that sent me asks in during that time period, but i don't exactly have the most faith in the fandom towards ppl outwardly hating on a girl bc she's close to colby. it's happen countless times. the amount of times i've been told that the reason a girl that colby's friends with or hooking up with or JUST STANDING NEAR is bad bc "she just gives me bad vibes"… let's just say, if i had a nickle, i'd be a rich woman. so when it started happening with her, i didn't think much of it. thought of it as jealousy or just over-protective fans.

but things started to change a bit, i would say, by summer. i think after one too many trips to vegas, my liking for her was dwindling. idk if she did something or what (bc at this point i don't remember), but the vibe changed around her and what she was doing. at least to me. not to mention, no matter what she did, it was drama. and that itself was exhausting.

then colby made that tiktok with her. and when he started deleting comments shipping the two of them together, that's when i knew oh, he really doesn't want to be shipped with her and i thought this was him actually laying down the law and finally putting his foot down to all the shipping that goes on between him and stas.

then europe happened. and i fucking KNEW this trip wasn't gonna end well. i felt it in my bones. or maybe i'm just really good at picking up patterns lol

what first started to gross me out, was finding out about her mom posting things. and look, i'm all for a supportive mother. and tbh idk if her mom ever responded to fans. but what concerned me was how much info she was sharing publicly. and then how many fans were searching for her mom, finding her page, and basically narrowing down where they were in brussels and all that. snc have been stalked before, have had their house broken into before, what they DO NOT NEED is someone with them basically giving their every location just bc those fans are subscribers.... or random ppl on her mom's facebook.

that's when i also noticed that her roommate was at least cognizant of fandom drama that had happened not too long ago bc she liked a tweet about it while it was happening. that turned me off quite a bit as well. and i know a lot of ppl bring up stas posting the video from colby's bedroom and honestly…. ngl that flew under my radar. it just didn't feel like anything to me at the time.

and then finally: tomorrowland. the amount of fans that upticked their talks of colby and stas when they were basically forced to hang out with one another the whole time bc kat and sam wanted their own time away (which is fine, don't get me wrong. but it just really didn't help the already existing issue of colby and stas being shipped) was super fucking annoying. i basically was getting upwards of 10 asks a day, and that's a light guesstimate, about the situation. and while i don't mind talking about something…. i don't want to talk about it that much.

then, the malishka thing happened. i literally ignored it on here bc i just couldn't talk about it. at first, i was angry at colby. like why would he post this this is so stupid. but as time has gone on, i've basically come to the lovely realization that stas is the one that posted it (also, according to some whispers i've heard she basically told her subs that she did. idk tho that's alleged). realistically, colby doesn't understand russian. he probably filmed her, showed her the video, and she typed that and posted it. she also had earlier post the pic on his story of her face zoomed in. at least, that's what i personally believe. and when asked what malishka meant, she probably lied or just didn't tell him bc he probably didn't rewatch his story.

bc something to note is that they had terrible wifi in tomorrowland. so he might not have even known about this whole thing until a day later or so.

and what made all of it worst was the fans' reaction on twitter. and the fact that a lot of the fans that came out and congratulated colby and stas for "finally being together" after "all this time of us knowing" were both ppl i followed and ppl my age……….. i basically was about done with the situation. and then of course she had to like a tweet about the malishka thing. and that solidified it for me.

and if THAT WASN'T ENOUGH, they came home from the trip and colby hung out with her one more time right before moving to vegas. he literally told us on xplrclub that he was gonna be THIRDWHEELING in vegas (aka laying it on AS THICK AS HE COULD that he was single), and that fucking night stas told her subs that she was going on a date. and wouldn't you believe it, but it was her and colby hanging out ! along with others, but no one saw them on her story. just her and colby.

after that, colby mentioned multiple times about being single, being young, and wanting to have fun while in vegas. and i think that's when the tides personally turned for stas. she had fun playing house with colby in europe, she had her fun of living the fantasy of what it would be like to be colby's gf, to be Y/N. but reality set in when they came home. i think the last night they hung out, i think she confessed how she felt, and he rejected her. and look, she has every right to be upset about being rejected. i get being rejected, especially by someone you feel you have a connection to, SUCKS ASS. i'm not denying that. however, you caused your own delusions. colby was literally hooking up with six flags girl multiple times this past year, LITERALLY BROUGHT HER TO A HANG OUT SESSION WITH THE CORE FOUR, …..and you think he was into you???? the same man that deleted comments about the two of you together????????? the same man that FOR YEARS has begged the fandom to stop shipping him with every girl he's friends with??????? that man… was into you?

i mean, he went on a (assumed) date with a girl in vegas and stas tweeted like four things that night about being hurt or whatever (idk at this point i don't remember all the details) and then on top of that deleted said tweets. maybe something happened between them. i doubt it wholeheartedly tho. i think she loved the fantasy of them being an item, but he wanted no parts of it.

bc that's the thing: colby loves to tease us sometimes. like with amber. he loves making the fans freak out. but when he does shit like that, he chose to be part of the game. this is the only time he asked not to be included…. and she did it anyway. i don't think he knew the extent of breadcrumbs she was leaving for fans to speculate. i think when he saw what happened with the malishka shit (bc again he probs didn't see it until a day or two later bc of wifi and just wanting to enjoy his vacation) i think stas left a soured taste in his mouth. and then she made it worst by telling fans that her and him were going on a date…. and that was enough for him to be done with her. that's why at kat's bday party he sat as far from her as possible and seemed to not want any parts of the party. and that's why she's talking about being rejected now. bc i personally think they are done being friends as of rn.

i mean… it would make sense too. bc the moment he was hurt by what stas did, who did he run back to after all this time? shea, the original stas lmao

and as for stas all of a sudden being up kat's ass, to be as bluntly honest as i can be, i do not fucking care. i've gotten a bunch of asks about it. i can't be more frank than literally telling yall i don't care. i'm tired of talking about stas. bc even tho i don't like her, and i do think she is a bit of a snake, not everything she does is newsworthy or needs to be talked about. she liked something that implied feelings for colby? who cares. she wrote a poem about him? who cares. she wants to leave comments about how much she loves kat? omg who cares. we all know at this point she wants attention.

STOP GIVING IT TO HER.

[letsasoiaftogether]

Targaryen #6

Word Count: 1,301

Warning: NONE

A/N: My first EVER Viserys I piece! I’m not sure I have his character down completely yet, but I definitely think this is a good place to start for the great-great-grandson of Aegon the Dragon.

(GIF ISNT MINE - i coudlnt find a suitable FC for Viserys I that I liked so...I’m cheating with this one lmao)

“They will never truly accept her as Queen, Brother.” Your gaze followed your niece as she moved around the hall, conversing easily with those in attendance.

The King laughed from beside you, both of you standing at the base of the iron throne with your backs to it – he liked to mingle with his people, not sit above them all, when in social gatherings. “They will come to. They swore fealty to her jus today.”

You smiled in return, tensely. Your brother wasn’t stupid, and he was a decent ruler. But he often forgot the realm didn’t love his only living child as much as he did. “They will replace her with Daemon before you’re even cold.” You loved both of your older brothers, but you would never stand for Daemon being king. You would raise an army and claim the throne for yourself before you allowed that to happen.

Viserys sighed, finally pulling his gaze away from the festivities below the dais to look your way. “What would you have me do? MY wife is dead. Our only living child is there.” The grief in his words was undeniable, and you wished you could have left the conversation there for now.

But you couldn’t.

The future of your House, and the realm, couldn’t wait for the mourning people to end.

“You will need to remarry, and should you have a son, you will need to make it very clear who your heir is.” You continued to say, pushing forward as you had always found yourself doing when it came to you trying to speak reason to Viserys and Daemon.

Unfortunately, you weren’t meaning your niece when you mentioned Viserys’ heir.

The realm would never follow a woman so long as a male Targaryen lived.

“Aemma just passed…” Viserys hissed, his outburst turning the heads of a vew Lords and Knights near by

“And I loved our cousin just as much as you, Viserys!” you snapped in return, “But this isn’t about love. This is about doing your duty. This is a part of what being King means.”

The hurt on his face was raw, and if you had been somewhere private, you would have hugged him. You knew this was a difficult conversation for him; the pain of marrying after losing someone he had been married to for so long was crippling. You understood how he felt, having lost your Lord Husband years earlier. And once again, you nearly changed the topic and left the issues of heirs behind.

The two of you were silent for several long, awkward minutes – purple eyes locked on purple as you each waited for the other to speak.

“Your Grace,” you spoke softly and slowly, resorting to a more formal approach as you placed a hand to his arm, squeezing it gently, “Just think on it. I say this only as your sister, your advisor, and a member of the realm.”

There were plenty of young women at court who would make good queens and good stepmothers to Rhaenyra; ones who wouldn’t take advantage of your elder brother’s charitable and giving nature. Even if no heirs came of it, at the least Viserys would be given a companion to enjoy his life with (as he was still so young, nearly on his thirty first nameday).

“The council…will have their lists of whom I should marry.” Viserys grumbled as he brushed a hand over the throne – cutting the tip of his finger on one of the still sharp points. He didn’t even seemed phased, just stared down at it as if he was too lost in thought to notice.

Tsking, you grabbed the hanky from Viserys’ sleeve – he kept it in the same sleeve your Prince Father had held his – and pressed it to the cut to suppress the bleeding. “Yes they will.” And the thought of who they could choose as candidates was terrifying to even think about. “Listen and consider all they suggest, but you must ultimately make the decision on whom you believe will be best to role at your side.”

“Y/,” Viserys listed his uninjured hand and patted your cheek affectionately before his hand dropped to his belly which was already round, not that it affected him any. He was still lively and healthy, and handsome in his own right – in the way members of your House were. “Its too bad things aren’t different between us.” Your brother stared at you with open affection, and you couldn’t help but grin up at him with the same fondness.

It was a sentiment the two of you had shared from time to time over the years. You had been best friends as children, so close that many had believed you would continue the practice of marrying brother and sister. You were partners, always there for each other no matter what. But the two of you had never felt any sort of intimate way toward each other. Viserys had married your cousin, Aemma Arryn, and you had married a Baratheon son of no great importance but whom had warmed your heart and made it so easy for you to laugh even when you were sad in much the same way Viserys had always been able to.

Viserys words were half joke and half acknowledgment. He knew that your marriage to him would be accepted by the realm and between the two of you, ruling would be easy. And, of course, there was the chance of him gaining heirs from the hypothetical marriage. After all, you had given your dead husband twin sons exactly ten months after the wedding proving you were fertile and able to birth sons.

“You wouldn’t like me as your wife. You already complain that I’m bossy.” You teased, reaching out to poke his chest

Viserys laughed, and his belly jiggled in a way that made both of you break out into joyous, harmless laughter – the same sort of laughter that had decorated Viserys’ entire reign.

He’s such a good King. A good father and husband as well. He’ll make someone very happy some day if he chooses to remarry.

Your gaze returned to your niece and your smile faltered. “She’s a flirt already, Vis, we should watch her around Ser Criston. He seems friendly and harmless enough which is wonderful, but Rhaenyra seems half in love with him already. And that can be very dangerous for a heiress.” You kept your voice low so only your brother could hear, not trusting anyone near.

Your brother was quick to wave off your worries, saying, “Let the child have friends and enjoy her celebrations. She’s growing up so quickly; let us allow her the comfort of innocence for a little while longer.”

You shook your head but said nothing further on the topic.

It was easy for him to turn a blind eye; King Viserys never worried about what could happen because of rumors – not unless they were about the safety of the crown and realm – he always waited for more solidified proof. It didn’t help that he was very gullible when it came to his only child.

With a soft sigh, you dropped into a curtsy, “Your Grace,” and dismissed yourself from his presence

You had already promised Aemma to look out for Rhaenyra. No doubt she had meant in a general sense. However, it was beginning to look as if you would have to watch over your niece not just in a motherly role, but for the sake of everyone at court should Rhaenyra go unchecked and ascent the throne as Queen.

She is a lovely girl, Viserys, but your daughter is spoiled and will only grow more so if she continues like this. She’s already quick to temper and take offense, so unlike you, Brother.

Gods help us all.

[eclipsedpascal]

You Deserve This

Andy Dolan x Female Reader

GIF by @kissxmedeadly !!

“The reader asking Andy about his kiddo (let's pretend is a lil boy 🤣) and him being very emotional about it and the reader who truly loves him conforts him 😭❤️” - anon

Please read the warnings!!

Warnings: use of drugs (weed), smut, oral (female receiving), slight public sex, slight angst, mentions of rehab, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a lil bit of crying and VERY slight Eden spoilers, but thats only if you don't want to know anything AT ALL, so basically none? idk lmao:)

Notes: hi! So this is my first Andy fic, I wrote it very quickly last night after a sudden burst of inspiration and it doesn't make too much sense, also it’s kinda cheesy? I don't think I've ever written anything this angsty or soft before, but i’m trying to be more in touch w my emotions nd this is my way of doing that, so hopefully i'll do more things like this soon:) also if you’re interested, the title is one of my favourite songs by Men I Trust that I just thought fit Andy well.

Word count: 1.8k

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The warm, dancing breeze washed over your skin, plucking up your many goosebumps and blowing the rainbow coloured sea of petals that decorated the large garden from left to right. The bittersweet mix of their fragrances and Andy’s blunt rushed to you and filled your scrunched up, wrinkled nose as you let out a loud laugh. The vibrant expanse of fluffy grass felt close to a mattress underneath you, cradling your form whilst you laid amongst the greenery and watched Andy ghost a deep inhale of the blunt he had balanced precariously between two fingers. He flopped his arm across the gap between you and offered you another toke, the dopey smile spread over his features making you laugh even more.

“What’s so funny? Hmm?” He questioned you jokingly, rolling onto his forearms and bringing his face to hover just above yours as you brought the blunt to your lips. You couldn't hold in your laughter, your drug hazed state and the breeze that pushed his brown curls to tickle your blushing skin only exaggerating your amusement further as you choked out clouds of smoke.

“What??” He joined in laughing, finding humour in his own confusion and finding your laugh infectious. His lips found your own in a sudden yet gentle kiss which you gladly embraced, still not managing to fully compose yourself as you giggled into his open mouth.

You did your best to pull back from the kiss, but were reminded you didn't really have anywhere to go when you felt a blade of grass flutter against your ear. “It’s just.. your smile.” You rested your blunt carrying hand on his cheek as you spoke, feeling your heart swell when he pulled an overdramatic expression of insult at your reply.

“What’s so wrong with my smile?!” He half faked offence, not understanding what you could possibly find so amusing about it as you giggled more and more. “What’s wrong with it?- is it my lips? ‘They not good enough for you baby?” His thick accent aided his voice, making him sound even more attractive than he already was as he joked with you.

“Noo! it definitely wasn’t your lips, cause I love those.” You gripped his locks a little firmer, biting your lip as his stare changed from one of curiosity to one of want.

“Oh yeah?” He leaned back down and kissed you again, but this time rougher, the weed made you feel as if his lips were slowly melting into your own as it sent strong signals of lust through your body. He put all his weight on one arm, lifting the other and groping your waist with it whilst simultaneously moving to trail wet kisses down your neck.

His touches were deep, yet executed so delicately it convinced you if he was any rougher, you might just break. He opened the buttons of the flowing shirt you wore; one you had stolen out of his wardrobe that morning. He moved his head further down your chest to your stomach, mouth racing in slow motion to reach you were he wanted to most.

Forgetting to explain why you found his smile so funny in the first place, your high carried your thoughts closer towards how incredible his mouth felt on your skin, making you lean into his touch and let out a few small mewls.

As he reached your panty line, he tapped your hip, signalling for you to lift them so he could take your shorts off. He slid them off your legs in a quick, smooth motion that had them landing on a nearby lavender bush. The garden had quite a large variety of blossoming shrubbery and many clusters of beautiful flowers, it was probably down to the bi-weekly gardeners Andy had hired. You had known they were expensive and after spending so much time like this, lazing around, surrounded by the expensive home’s nature, you were beginning to understand why he had hired them.

You returned your gaze from the dangling shorts, back to the man nestled between your bare thighs. His beard was scratching at your skin in the best way possible as he laid small kisses over the thin fabric that covered your cunt. His hot breathe felt like fire as you wriggled and squirmed below him, just wanting some kind of contact from him.

He used two fingers to peel your panties to the side, groaning at the site of your glistening folds before kissing your clit gently. His tongue started swiping across your cunt slowly, taking all the time in the world to make you feel as good as he knew he could. You moaned loudly, grabbing at his hair once more as he sucked on you deeply.

“Mr Dolan?” You were interrupted by a throat clearing before hearing a man speak; one of Andy’s many servants you guessed. They had never seemed to leave the two of you alone whilst you had been staying there. No matter how big his home was, you always seemed to find another at every corner.

Andy looked up to the man with question and annoyance, raising an eyebrow at him as he wished for him to just hurry up and leave so the two of you could continue with your escapades. “It’s the phone for you Mr Dolan. Your son.”

Andy quickly rose from his place below you, his mind abandoning all thought of the act he was just partaking in as he jogged past the glass doors of his home, wanting only to speak to the young boy.

You sat up slightly, doing up a few buttons of your shirt and laying your crossed legs to the side of you as you held yourself up with your arm. You watched him as he scrambled into the house after his servant, little red marks from where he had been lying in the grass next to you were noticeably imprinted on the skin of his left arm, the one he had been leaning on, and his open shirt was flowing behind him with the speed he was moving.

You looked down to the flowers on front of you, picking a single daisy that bore tinted, pink tips on the end of each slim, white petal, twirling the stem around between two of your fingers as you listened to the breeze pick up. You could feel the mood of the air change as he left, the wind feeling more cold an irritating than once before as you pondered the call Andy was having.

You knew how desperate he had been to speak to his son again. It had been months since he had spoken to him without his ex-wife being the messenger. He missed him more than he knew to describe.

His recent divorce had been what had fuelled him to return home to Eden; hoping to find solace in the paradise he knew so well after feeling as if he had lost himself entirely. Spending too many years constantly playing other people had taken more of a toll on him than he had realised, that was until he was sent to rehab. After getting out, he felt as if staying in Eden was the only way for him to climb out of the dark hole he had managed to find himself in. Unfortunately, this journey of finding himself had meant making the decision to leave his son behind in Los Angles. Something he didn't like to speak on much.

When you had first met him in rehab however, he had been extremely open about his life, telling you how anger was the only emotion he could really feel anymore. Explaining that if he wasn’t at least the slightest amount intoxicated, he didn't think he couldn't go on with living; especially after the recent downfall of his career being showcased for the entire world to see. It was dark stuff, but you understood each other. That’s a big part of what made you grow so close.

You picked off petal after petal from the daisy, watching its beauty fade with each pluck and letting each one slowly blow into the breeze, creating a tragic stream as they blew away from you and down to the not so far off shoreline. As you plucked the last petal, you admired the daisy, still glowing with pollen and beaming in the sunlight despite have lost so many important parts of it. You stuck it into your shirt pocket and fell back down to lay on the grass as you waited for Andy to finish his call.

It had been maybe ten minutes you were lying with your eyes closed, enjoying the heat that beamed down from the clear, Australian sky when you finally heard the slow footsteps that you knew to be Andy’s, pattering along the grass. You shot up from where you lay to see the dopey-smiled man who had left you in the garden just fifteen minutes before, only to be faced with a red-eyed, teary one.

“Andy what happened? Are you okay?” He fell down onto the grass besides you, staring at you but completely wordless. You felt as if you could see into his soul. He was feeling so many emotions he hadn’t even been able to grasp at in so long. It was overwhelming him and you knew it. You reached out to stroke is cheek, concern running through you for the man that you had grown to love so dearly over the past few months.

He looked up “She’s gonna let me see him. T-They’re coming over next month.” A tear fell from his face as he smiled harder than you had ever seen him smile before. He was finally going to see his son after all these long months and you couldn’t have been any happier for him.

“Really?! That’s amazing, oh my god!” You moved forwards, wrapping your arms over his large shoulders and squeezing him in a hug so full of love it was palpable. “You really got to speak to him this time?” You questioned him once more before pulling away from his grasp, thinking back to the many times his ex-wife had promised he could speak with the boy but decided at the last minute he wouldn’t get to.

“Yeah!.. he uhh,” He took in a shaky breath, chuckling with joy as he recalled hearing the young boy’s voice so filled with excitement and energy over the phone. “He said he couldn't wait to meet you! You know, when I told him about you.” He stumbled over his words, running a hand through his hair as he shook with nerves, doing his best to calm himself.

In that moment, you felt your love for him soar higher than it ever had before. You were so proud of the progress he had made, and you knew his son would be too. “And I cant wait to meet him either.” You rested your forehead against his, the two of you enjoying a stand still and bathing in the happiness you both felt in the beautiful moment. The sound of the ever present breeze occupied your ears as the laughter emitting from two of you joined it, echoing a song throughout the garden that wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.

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“Holding horses”- Ronnie Kray x reader

this is for the anon that asked: Hello, could you do 46. "Please don't say that about yourself. Please don't believe that. You're so much more than that. You're so..." from the prompt list with Ronnie, please?

A/N: gosh it’s been so long since I’ve written for Ronnie. Hope it doesn’t seem weird. Also, I’ve just noticed that I’ve only ever written for him. I wonder what that says about me lmao. Anyway, hope you enjoy x

Warning: none, I mean it’s Ron but it’s fluff all the way

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You had heard about the fight. You didn't bat an eyelid though. Given their job and simply knowing their dispositions, the twins were always in some fight. It wasn't exactly news. You could almost state that it was their routine.

However, the call you received from Reggie certainly wasn't.

Usually, you'd go to their bar to see Ronnie in the evenings. You tried to make it at least three times a week, not counting the weekend, but whenever they got in a brawl or whatever kind of fight, you'd always be there to welcome him.

Despite his burly looks and brash gestures, Ronnie deeply enjoyed your presence after such a display of violence. He said it grounded him. You also thought that you nurturing him, taking care of his wounds or simply touching him gently, stroked that sensitive hidden part of himself that made him so very Ronnie but was squashed deep inside him.

This time, it seems that it was that very part that had been bruised. Reggie had called to give you some heads up on how to deal with Ronnie now that he was going to see you.

Control was something that defined both twins. How quickly he could lose it particularly defined Ronnie.

He had never lost it on you, but you had been there when he had countless of times. While it was true that he was prone to anger, he was also very quick in cooling off. Maybe that only really happened when you were near but as far as your experience with him went, he managed to hold his horses fairly easier than anyone who ever witnessed his anger fits would think.

At first, you thought it was because he was in public and he had a reputation to uphold but you discarded that thought quickly as you realised that he didn't give a diddly squat about others' opinion of him. There were few who Ronnie cared for, they could be count on one hand. There were his twin and his mother of course and then you.

It took you a while to realize that you were among those selected few he trusted completely and when you started to notice how he tended to restrain his reactions when you were around, the awareness stroke you.

It was for you that the club wasn't being refurnished twice a week because Ronnie had broken everything in one of his fits. It was for you that the club wasn't suspiciously closed in during the busiest hours. The thought, wasn't as comforting as one would think.

It would be if it was Ronnie's way of shielding her from the ugliness of his world. And maybe in that played a small part in his behaviour. The biggest part though, was played by fear. His fear of letting you see the very core of him, that part that would always drove people away, scared them. The fear of loosing you.

You had never shied away from that part of him. When you had professed your love for him, you meant every little thing that made him Ronnie. But fear was an interesting thing, it didn't listen to reason nor logic. So all of your talks and reassurances would be rendered null by a word or two said by others if they happened to confirm what Ronnie thought was true. That he was a monster. That he was a freak. That he should be locked away.

When he finally arrived at the pub where you were waiting for him in his office, it took one look at the anguish on his face for you to realise that someone had rub salt in his never-healing wounds.

"Ronnie," you tried tentavily as you watched him pace the room furiously, hands in his hair, heavy breath as he tried at keeping calm. You knew better than approach him when he was like this so you stayed in your place behind his desk waiting for his anger to simmer even the tiniest bit to make a move.

It seemed as though he was loosing a battle to himself though 'cause not a second after you had opened your mouth, his fist hit the wall once, twice , three times before his head fell against it followed soon by his  slouched body.

You watched as his back rised quickly up and down for a while and when you noticed it rising and falling in a less frantic rhythm, you knew it was okay for you to approach him.

"I know what you're thinking Ronnie," you spoke as you walked to him so as to alert him that you were moving, "Please don't believe that."

Your hands gently touched his muscly back before moving to his front so that you were embracing him. Your forehead pressed between his shoudlerblades and you let out a big breath trying to coarxe him to emulate your breathing. Only when his right hand gently closed on yours you spoke again, "You're so much more than that, baby."

At this he realised a shaky breath, his shoulders tensed remembering what were no doubts harsh words but relaxed when you pressed a kiss where your head had been. Not stopping there, you trailed butterfly kissed from his shoulders all the way to his neck and jaw. As your mouth moved up you could feel him relaxing more and more under your touch. When you raised on your tippy toes to press a kiss on his right cheek, he turned his head a bit to lean into your kiss. Taking him by surprise, you maneouvred yourself so that you moved under his raised arms and was now standing between him and the wall.

Human contact and closeness were natural remedies to get someone to calm down. Whether it was an universal knowledge or not, it had always worked wonders for Ronnie.

Welcoming you into his embrace, he lowered his arms so that they were around your shoulders while his forehead leant to meet yours. Taking his shirt in your fists, you pulled it to get him to get even closer to you.

Shifting your head a bit so that your mouth touched the shell of his ear, you whispered sweet nothings into it, remembering all the things you loved about him. All the things that made him so very special and that no one knew.

Five, ten minutes passed like this. When you felt his plump lips touching your shoulder, you knew that he was himself again. Rage had left his body.

Holding him tight, you searched for his eyes before speaking again, always in a soft voice, "Let's home, hm? I have a surprise for you."

Humming, he agreed with you and took a step back to give you space to move. He didn't move very far though, only a step back from you, one of his arms still on you. And that remained so even when you stepped out of his office and eventually out of the club, all the way home.

[fernisworm]

Do you have any hcs for lycan!karl when he finds out his male s/o also can shapeshift? More like traditional shapeshift into like a larger version of the normal animal?

I love the lycan karl hcs! :D

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I’m so glad that you guys are enjoying my lycan!Karl headcanons!!! especially since ideas keep pouring into my brain about it LMAO

I actually had so much fun writing this and just thought the idea was so cute!!! 🥺🥺

As always hope you enjoy!! :)

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❀ Characters: Lycan!Karl Heisenberg x Male! Shape-Shifting! Reader

❀ Warnings: none, I just really went off with the fluff in this one tbh

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🌙 You had been with Karl for a while before you told him- in fact, he ended up confessing he was a werewolf first (fairly early into your relationship, too)

🌙 Inspired by his courage and bravery you decided he had the right to know about your powers too

🌙 That didn’t mean you told him right away lmao 

🌙 The longer you put it off, the more anxious you became about telling him the truth

🌙 Heisenberg was a pretty scary guy when he was angry, and he always got angry when people lied to him

🌙 You were terrified that it would snap the last thread of trust Karl had left in him, which you had already worked so hard to gain

🌙 The guilt of it all ate away at you so much that one day you just caved in to the pressure and anxiety and blurted it out the first chance you got

🌙 He didn’t speak for a long moment... and you feared the worst. In all honesty, you were prepared for him to throw you out the nearest window and never speak to you again

🌙 Then a wide, excited grin spread across his face as he pulled you into a tight hug

🌙 “Why are you crying?”

🌙 “I’m sorry I lied to you, I hope that you don’t hate me :,(”

🌙 “What??? Of course not, I could never hate you stupid!!!! If anything I should be the one crying- you get to change into whatever you like while I only get to change into a stinky flea-ridden mutt!”

🌙 Karl was actually thrilled when you told him

🌙 Like wow???? his boyfriend is super cool???? somehow cooler than he already was (which was a lot)????

🌙 Heisenberg loves it so much and is even a little bit jealous that you get to choose what animal you can shift into

🌙 It brought the two of you closer together in a lot of ways though 

🌙 The trust you had in each other was immense, and these confessions really proved that

🌙 But even prior to when you two had met as humans you had unknowingly seen each other before

🌙 One night when you had shape-shifted into a wolf and entered the forest you came across a strange looking lycan- you never had trouble with lycans in your wolf form, but this one seemed different

🌙 Neither of you spoke, simply sharing a moment before going your separate ways

🌙 The day that Karl told you about him being a werewolf was the day you realised that was him in the forest

🌙 You mentioned this not long after your own confession, and he reminisced on the time

🌙 Heisenberg told you that when he’d first met you face-to-face he could faintly smell that same wolf on your clothes, and thought it was rather odd; explaining it away to himself as you owning a dog 

🌙 The realisation that you were the wolf in the forest blows his mind and he still brings it up sometimes

🌙 For example; Karl once told you that the day he found you in the forest, he knew deep down that your fates were determined to align again 

🌙 You told him he was a massive cheese-ball 

🌙 “What? Are we soulmates or something then, Karl?”

🌙 "What? Soulmates don’t exist, stupid, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

🌙 “Actually, you might have a point... maybe it was written in the stars?”

🌙 He hates when you phrase it like that

🌙 Okay, he doesn’t really hate it- he just thinks it’s too corny and lovey-dovey to be true

🌙 Because of this you always tease him about “knowing deep down that your fates were determined to align again”

🌙 He regrets ever having said it, but you’ve taken it completely on board

🌙 E.g. saying things like “you two were destined to be together ever since the dawn of time”, “the two of you are soulmates”, “the universe willed your paths to cross”, “it was written in the stars”, etc.

🌙 As much as he hates thinking of you as his “soulmate”, he truly has never loved anyone as much as he loves you

🌙 On the powers side of things; 

🌙 Whereas Karl’s werewolf abilities cause him to be very canine-like (even out of lycan-form), your powers barely affect you outside of transformation

🌙 You also have far more control over you transformations- but that doesn’t mean that an excessive emotional spill won’t force you to change 

🌙 One time you got so angry you involuntarily turned into a bear

🌙 Another time Karl waited behind the bedroom door and jumped out to scare you, accidentally turning you into a rodent

🌙 Before turning into an animal you must see it first, and it helps if you have a general understanding of the animal’s anatomy, too (otherwise it takes you far longer to learn how to transform into that animal)

🌙 You have complete control over yourself in animal-forms, although you are unable to speak English and can only communicate through animal noises

🌙 Much like how Karl can understand lycans and wolves, you can understand most animals, too 

🌙 Not every animal, mostly just the ones you transform into a lot since you’ve learnt their languages through years of experience

🌙 You have a lot of trouble with understanding wolves (and the canine family in general) so Karl opted to give you lessons on speaking, and more importantly, understanding wolf-speak

🌙 You two quite literally look insane if anyone walks in on you

🌙 “ *growls quietly* “

🌙 “No, no- it’s more in your chest, not your throat, dig deeper! Louder, too!”

🌙 “ *growls slightly louder* “

🌙 “Uhh...”

🌙 “Was that good?”

🌙 “Of couse! You’re doing great! :)”

🌙 You’re doing pretty terribly, actually 

🌙 In your defence wolf is very hard to learn

🌙 Karl understands that and is just thrilled that you’re interested in learning the lingo in the first place

🌙 He likes the idea of being able to share something with you from his werewolf side, it makes him feel special :]

🌙 But it doesn’t help that Heisenberg’s a pretty rotten teacher lmao

🌙 He thinks that talking to locals might help so he literally drags lycans into the factory to help you practice 

🌙 “Say something nice and easy for him or I’ll gut you like a pig, got it?”

🌙 “ *various lycan noises* “ 

🌙 “Hey! That’s my boyfriend, you cock!! D:<”

🌙 You had to hold Karl back while the lycan escaped

🌙 Turns out it called you a “hairless tramp” 

🌙 You weren’t very upset since Heisenberg did bring the lycan here against it’s own will

🌙 You were more surprised at how articulate the lycan was tbh

🌙 Since Karl feels the need to transform around full moons you actually end up going out with him a lot :]

🌙 Sometimes you two will stay transformed for days just chilling in your shared den (which is literally just your room but really dark and comfy lmfao)

🌙 You actually found yourself shape-shifting into wolf form a lot more since you got together with Heisenberg

🌙 Since you use your wolf-shift so much it’s gotten surprisingly easy for you to switch in and out of wolf form, almost like turning on a light

🌙 Whereas with other shape-shifts it can take you many minutes before you’re fully transformed

🌙 Speaking of which Karl appreciates that you stay shifted for him so he doesn’t feel lonely but doesn’t want you to tire yourself out because of it 👉👈

🌙 You don’t really mind tho, since the two of you always have so much fun when you’re transformed

🌙 Just a werewolf and his shape-shifting boyfriend just running thru the trees under a full moon, nothing to see here <3

🌙 Yeah they’re gay keep screaming

🌙 No but literally you scare quite a lot of villagers

🌙 A giant werewolf and his giant wolf boyfriend? cute but also very intimidating to say the least

[ohmyjinsus]

i wish you would

choi yeonjun x gender neutral! reader

exes to ??? || 2.3k

I’ve started this new thing where I put all of taylor swift’s songs on shuffle and write a fic based off the first one that comes on (let's see how long this lasts lmao) - this is the first one uwu

summary: after impulsively breaking up with yeonjun, you realize that was the stupidest decision you’ve ever made and spend the rest of your week wishing you could have him back (idk just go listen to the song)

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice is so quiet, you aren’t even sure Yeonjun can hear it through the phone.

“Is this because of last night?” He asks. “I’m sorry y/n, I know you’re busy with school. I didn’t think you’d want to come.”

“No.” You don’t mind that he went to a party without you. He’s right, you would have said no anyway. “I heard you were getting a little too friendly with some people.”

“Are you jealous?” He sounds shocked. “We’ve been together for 2 years, you know I would never cheat on you.”

“I know,” you reassure him. “I’m just worried.”

“Worried about what?” His voice is softer now.

You wish you were having this conversation in person so you could see his facial expressions, but you’re so upset. You had to talk to him as soon as your friend called you. You’d already been insecure about your relationship these past few weeks. When you heard that your boyfriend was flirting with her, your anxiety got even worse.

“I know you love me,” you say slowly, sitting down on your bed. “But we haven’t seen each other in a week, Yeonjun. Maybe you don’t miss me as much as I miss you.”

“I can’t believe you would even think that. I don’t want anyone but you.”

“I’m sorry,” you tell him. “I just miss you.”

“I know baby,” he sounds just as upset as you. “I’m sorry too.”

“What do we do?” You grab the plushie on your bed. He won it for you at some carnival you went to ages ago. You’ve been sleeping with it ever since.

“What do you want to do?” Yeonjun asks. “In my head, I know you’re right. I can’t see you as often as I used to, but I don’t want to leave you.”

The thought of more nights like these makes you want to cry. Just a few months ago, you were spending all your time at his house. Staying up until 2am talking about everything was your normal. Then all of a sudden work and school and countless other things popped up and now everything’s fallen apart. Yeonjun’s been a constant in your life for the past two years, even longer, but the two of you can’t keep up with it anymore.

Not being a part of his day breaks your heart. Hearing about what he’s up to from other people hurts even more. You don’t know if you can handle that. You’ve already drifted apart. Staying together might just make things worse.

“I think we should break up.”

“y/n no,” he whispers. “Please don’t.”

“I can’t-”

“Can I see you? Right now?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Yeonjun only lives a few streets over. It would take him less than 5 minutes to get to your house.

“Why not?” He asks.

“I’ll cry.” Your voice gets even smaller. You hug your plushie tighter, trying to ignore the fact that it smells like him.

“y/n, I just want to give you a hug.”

“No,” you tell him, surprised at how firm you sound. “No,” you say again, softer. “I can’t handle that right now, I might change my mind.”

“I want you to change your mind.”

“Yeonjun, come on,” you sigh. This would be so much easier if he agreed with you. “I don’t want to drag this on any longer than necessary.” He stays quiet for a few seconds.

“Okay,” he says, finally. “If you want to split up, that’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” You ask. Part of you hopes he’ll fight with you and tell you he’s not leaving. Another part of you is relieved.

“No,” he admits. “Are you?”

“No.” That’s when the tears start to fall. You have no idea if you’re doing the right thing. The two of you have had conversations like this before, but none of them have been this serious. You’ve always been able to quickly resolve your issues, but you don’t think that’s possible this time. “But it’s for the best.”

“Sure, y/n.”

“Thanks.” You don’t know what to say. Yeonjun’s your first boyfriend, and this is your first breakup. You hope he can’t hear you crying through the phone.

“I’ll come pick up my things later,” he sounds like he might cry too. “I’ll text you.”

You nod, then realize he can’t see you.

“Okay.”

“I guess there’s nothing else to say then.”

“No, not from me.”

“Me too.”

“Bye Yeonjun.” You don’t even try to hide your sniffles at this point.

“Bye y/n,” he replies. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hang up before he can say anything else.

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You’re sitting on the floor with Yeonjun’s sweater wrapped around you. It’s been a week since you spoke to him. He hasn’t picked his things up yet, which you’re grateful for. That’s when the breakup will be real. You wish it wasn’t. If you could go back in time, you never would have hung up the phone that night.

You’ve been up at 2am countless times, thinking about Yeonjun, being with Yeonjun, but here you are, missing him instead. Every time you see headlights through your window, you pray it’s him. When your phone lights up, you hope you’ll pick up and hear his voice.

You would call him yourself, but you have a strong feeling he hates you. Ending your relationship was a stupid decision. You shouldn’t have done it in the heat of the moment. The two of you have been through so much together, surely you could make it through this rough patch. That’s what you tell yourself.

You can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking the same thing.

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Yeonjun hasn’t been himself since you broke up. After that phone call, he locks himself in his room for days, refusing to speak to anyone. He ignores all his friends’ messages, unable to bring himself to talk to anyone. The only person he wants to speak to is you.

There are so many things he wishes he had done differently. He should’ve been more affectionate. He should’ve told you he loved you more often. He should’ve tried harder and been better. And he definitely shouldn’t have flirted with everyone. He knows it upset you but it’s just in his nature. He didn’t mean to push your buttons like that. No wonder it’s what broke you.

He contemplates showing up at your door every day, every hour even. But he’s scared you won’t answer, or that you’ll slam the door in his face. Maybe you’d yell and cuss him out for bothering you. He doesn’t know if it’s smarter to try and win you back or to just move on and forget you.

Yeonjun can’t sleep tonight, too consumed with all the memories of you. Earlier, he found a birthday card you wrote him early on in your relationship. You signed it with “love, y/n.” Although he’d never admit it, it made him cry then. It makes him cry even more now.

All he knows is that he needs fresh air. He runs downstairs, grabs his car keys and leaves. He doesn’t know where he’s going, he just needs to get out.

Now it’s 2am and he’s driving past your house.

He’s spent countless days there, in your room, falling in love with you over and over again. Since you split up, he’s been driving by your house every day. He doesn’t have the courage to walk up to your door. He can’t even find it in himself to call you.

He puts his foot down, speeding up to get past your house quicker. He’s going 70 in a 40 but he doesn’t care. This is the last time he’ll do this, he tells himself.

But as Yeonjun pulls onto his own driveway, he hesitates. Maybe it was the card, he’s not sure. He can’t get your smile out of his head.

Something makes him put the car into reverse.

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You know it’s late, but you need fresh air. Whenever you felt this way before, Yeonjun would take you for a walk around the block. He said it would help clear your head. He was right.

All the reminders of him are still in your room. You don’t have the energy to put everything away. It scares you to imagine life without him. But sitting alone with those memories feels just as terrible.

Stuffing your phone in your pocket, you sneak down the stairs and outside, hoping no one will hear you.

It’s weird being out here without him. You miss holding his hand and making him laugh. If you’re being honest, you miss everything about him. He’s everywhere you look, constantly in your mind.

While you think, a car comes speeding by, making you jump. Your immediate thought is to call Yeonjun. Whenever you were out by yourself, he would always come pick you up right away. You wish he would do that now. You felt so safe with him. Now, you just feel alone.

Checking your phone, you see it’s 2:15. You pull your sweater tighter around you. Yeonjun will probably come get it soon. It’s one of his favourites.

As you turn around and start walking back to your house, your phone rings. You glance at it, expecting it to be a random number.

When you see Yeonjun’s name, you almost drop your phone. Once you answer, you don’t even know what to say.

“y/n.” You almost start crying. It’s only been a week, but it feels like a lifetime since you’ve heard his voice. “Why are you out so late?”

“What do you mean?” You stop walking, wondering how he knows you’re out.

“I can see you by the stop sign.” Your head whips around, scanning the area, looking for him. “I’m on your left.”

You spot him, a few metres away, standing right by his car. When he notices you looking, he starts walking in your direction. You can’t move. Part of you thinks this might just be a dream.

Once he’s in front of you, it takes all your strength not to throw yourself into his arms. You end the call, putting your phone back in your pocket.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he says.

“Hm?” You can’t form a coherent though, you’re just so shocked to see him again.

“Why are you out right now?”

“Why are you out?” He laughs at how you avoid the question.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You have to kiss him. Right now. The second your lips are on his, his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. You missed this. You missed him.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you either,” you whisper when you pull away. Yeonjun’s still holding you tight.

“It’s been a terrible week,” you admit.

“I know, right?” He kisses you again. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

“Why are you sorry? I should be apologizing.” He shakes his head.

“I’m such a terrible boyfriend, I should have-”

“You came back.” You cut him off right away. “I pushed you away, but you came back.”

“I did.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

“I missed you too much.” You nod, agreeing with him.

Another car speeds past as the two of you stand there, in each other’s arms. That’s when you remember how late it is.

“What do we do now?”

“Let me take you home.” He unwraps himself from you, taking your hand instead. Once your fingers are interlaced, you give him a squeeze. He smiles.

“y/n, promise me something,” Yeonjun says as you walk over to his car.

“Sure.”

“Never leave me again.” You roll your eyes as he opens the passenger side door for you, but you still give him a kiss.

“Don’t worry,” you tell him. “I won’t.”

He holds your hand the entire way back to your house. Normally you would scold him, telling him how unsafe that is, even if it is a short trip. You don’t mind it today.

When he drops you off on your porch, you beg him to come inside. He laughs and tells you no.

“I’ll see you tomorrow y/n.”

“For sure?” He holds out his pinky so you do the same. Once he pinky swears, you smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that-”

“Don’t make me break up with you again.” His eyes go wide. “What?”

“So we’re back together then?”

“Um,” you hesitate. “Yes?”

“Good.” He kisses your cheek. “That’s what I wanted.” You smile up at him, glad to have him back. You really meant it when you said you wouldn’t leave him again.

“Me too.”