#KS summary

[crooked-hourglass]

Rough sketch, because I have feelings that need to be visualised. I will render this I promise!

[dan-whoell]

so did i miss anything or...?

[thewinter-eden]

insecurity pt. I // ks texts

Title: Insecurity pt I Genre: fake texts, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort Pairing: idol friend!Seungmin x EXTROVERT fem!reader

Summary: You're one of Stray Kids' social media managers. After all this time, it's impossible not to become friends with some of the nicest people on the planet. But now, as you're starting to feel things for Seungmin, his aloof behavior is a constant reminder that you're just too much for him.

Warnings: extroverted reader (lots of exclamation points lol, channeled one of my extro friends for this one), socially constipated Seungmin (we love him anyway), slight Hannie slander (contact name)

notes: It's finally here!!! Happy Valentines Day everyone!!! Hope you're all alive after the solo stage swaps (because I'm not oh my god) again, thank you @ramadiiiisme for the lovely brainstorming and ideas for this entire series you're the best <3

SS: 11

(ignore timestamps)(intro to friend/work dynamics)

next part >

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[wesstars]

love, at second glance

tara carpenter x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: that’s what you do when you love somebody else… wc: 1k tags: all characters 18+; no ghostface au. angst, horribly excessive use of italics (seriously, everything in italics is either a quote, a thought, or actual emphasis. it’s terrible) a/n: what’s up y’all (title from 715 - CR∑∑KS by bon iver)

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Tara wondered when it all began.

You and me, me and you.

A mantra that used to be comforting, it now left her mouth dry, mind frantic. 

Sometimes, when it got real bad like it did today, she’d drive out to your—our—deserted garage, and look up into a pitch black night, blinking away tears. It was easy to scream at the sky: how could you forget about me about us about milkshakes shared about distances closed about how I love you and love you and love you—but to you, she’d say nothing.

She couldn’t say anything, while you basked in the glow of a new hand to hold. It was all over in a helpless shrug. That was it, and really, it wasn’t your fault. Nobody’s fault. You couldn’t help it, Tara reasoned, you weren’t cruel. Even at the very end, you were endlessly kind. Commitment was a choice, but love, love happened to you away from Tara and she couldn’t do anything but watch.

Tara switched the engine off, leaning back in her seat. The stars shone barely brighter than the city lights. It was strange, the way that when she was on the brink of losing everything, the world looked that much more beautiful. Every breath in that particularly cold winter felt like it was being swallowed up by the vastness of air itself, precious in its scarcity. 

“But I love you.”

You said nothing for a moment, a troubled little frown twisting on your lips. “Tara, I—”

“I love you.” She heard, rather than felt, herself repeating it. As if stopping you from speaking would make that cold reality any less crushing. “That’s all.”

It was odd, Tara decided, to go online and see your life in the pictures she used to be part of. She put her phone down. From tide pulls to seasons changing, there wasn’t exactly a world where she envisioned herself going on without you. There was something in that sinking feeling, like you were holding her down with a hand on her chest, when she saw you laughing with your friends, with anyone, a smile so brilliant it couldn’t possibly have Tara as the cause. 

You’d always wanted a little cabin in the woods (“not in a creepy way,” you’d insist) surrounded by mist, and it would always be raining. “You’re the only sunshine I need, Tara Carpenter.” She could still hear the way you’d tease her, lying on your side next to her, tracing the bridge of her nose with your fingertip. So easy it was, to tumble back into those shining memories where absolutely nothing would go wrong, you wouldn't let it, because she was yours.

The top floor of the lot was empty, and the moon spilled onto the windshield, into the empty passenger seat. She was lucky, you both were lucky, to have even come as close to the sun as the two of you did. Tara knew, deep inside herself, that if she just let it all go, she would be okay. The blood would rush back into her fingertips—you wouldn’t be there to massage the feeling back into them, the way you often did on winter nights like this—and then she would be okay.

Tara thought that she remembered too much for someone so hurt. Your hand on her thigh while you drove, wiping her lipstick off your cheek, the way you seemed so so so unhappy when you sat her down for one last time. You didn’t even look the same then, like you were somebody else, you weren’t hers anymore. It was getting colder in the car, but Tara didn’t feel anything but the searing coil of shame. 

Sunkissed March found you and Tara lying side by side on a picnic blanket, sodas losing their fizz as time forgot to move the two of you. A breeze ruffled the leaves, and if she really listened, Tara could hear the frogs in the nearby pond. You loved it here—you said it reminded you of hot summers spent in the countryside, the days as long as wildflowers. Not half an hour ago, you were braiding together the stems of daisies into a lush crown. 

“For you, Queen Carpenter,” you said in a posh accent. “A gift from your humble knight—each braid represents a ‘forever,’ and each flower is an ‘always.’” You set the crown atop Tara’s head, kissing the tip of her nose as she rolled her eyes.

“And what has compelled my knight to bring me such a gift?”

“Only all of the love I carry for you, your majesty.” You scooped her up in your arms, smiling as she giggled, rolling the two of you over to settle into the knolls of grass.

There was a certain bravery in the way your fingers wrapped loosely around hers, the way the heels of both your shoes made indents in the dirt—proclaiming, we were here. Even in her doze, Tara could feel you there, each moment stretching on like strings of eternity, unfailingly. 

The moment did end, as moments do. The crown, dried and shrunk, still hung from the rear view mirror in the car. The daisies themselves were long gone, but the dried stems had somehow stayed bound together. Tara’s head dropped into her hands, eyes sore and red. She’d thought so much and so often about where the two of you went wrong, she felt like she had turned over every stone in your path, ones that didn’t carry with them the weight of a goodbye. Tara would give anything to even know what it would take for you to stand in the sun with her one more time.

The abrupt knock on the window should’ve startled Tara more than it did, given that it was four in the morning in an empty parking lot, and she was supposed to be all alone. But all she could do was watch with wide eyes as the knock came from you, at your tight lipped smile. She rolled down the window, unable to feel anything but shock as she took in your mismatched shoes with untied laces, your shirt way too thin for the cold night. You weren’t looking at her, guilt evident in the hunch of your shoulders. Your voice comes out exactly as she remembered it. 

“Hey… can we talk?”

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a/n cont'd: don't super feel like i like this but writing it came naturally so

please do not repost, reproduce, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way. thank you!

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[ghostofwriting]

in London: I break down cause you're not around

Rafe x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Note: Just a random drabble idea that popped into my head. Please don't come at me for more cheating okay just call me Taylor Jenkins Reid because apparently, that's all I can write. Absolutely not KS related. KS Chapter 4 coming soon.

Word Count: 1,346

Summary: Rafe probably

"But you're in London, and I break down 'Cause it's not fair that you're not around

This is when the feeling sinks in I don't wanna miss you like this Come back, be here"

It’s humid out, everything feels damp, her baby blue dress sticking to her uncomfortably. The slight breeze makes her shiver due to the contrast of the heat when it touches her skin. She can’t quite breathe.

She’s outside on the terrace, the stone railing covered in pink flowers with green vines running underneath them. The stairs lead to a garden and a small maze. If you walk past the tree line, you’ll hit the ocean, she can hear the waves crashing.

She needed to step out and take a breather. There are too many people inside, it feels too crowded, and all her past lives come back to haunt her. She shouldn’t even be here. She should be back in London where she started her new life. Far away from any reminders of what could have been. 

He’s been watching her all night. The partygoers had been dancing, mingling and catching up, celebrating the happy couple and everywhere she turned she caught his eye. From the corner of her eye, or through the reflection of a mirror. He would look at her over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his drink. She had been avoiding him, not only tonight but for the better part of the year. Ever since they broke up. 

He had tried to text and call and beg his way back into her life but it wasn’t something that he could be part of anymore. When he had tried to follow her to London, she told him that never in a million years would she forgive him. There is nothing he could do to fix what he tore to shreds. 

They had been together for years. She trusted him with everything she had in her and he betrayed that trust by sleeping with her best friend. Why? She had asked him the night she walked away. Why would you sleep with her? He had no answer, no vocabulary that could make this better. He said something about not meaning it or it being a one time thing but what she had heard from Kelce and Topper was different.

His friends had told her that it was because she had laid into him too hard one time and made him so angry that he wanted revenge. She wasn’t perfect, she knew that he had shit going on with his dad and that the drugs didn’t help either. He wasn’t necessarily stable, but she didn’t think he could hurt her just to hurt her. They told her he regretted it immediately and swore them all to secrecy. Apparently he didn’t regret it enough to keep it to one time. He threatened them with god knows what and they vouched for him. 

She had started to suspect something happened between the two when they started acting weird around each other. Before the shift, they never avoided each other, they were civil and they could hold conversations. After it happened, they were never seen in the same room and if on the rare occasion they were, no eye contact would be made and no words exchanged. Sometimes on those rare occasions, she would watch her best friend and see how she looked at him. Her eyes softened and a small smile appeared on her face only to be wiped off as soon as she made eye contact with her. She would brush it off and pretend that she was seeing things. At some point, her best friend pulled away from the friend group and stopped talking to her. She was hurt because she didn’t know why and never received an explanation. 

When the guilt started to eat at her, that’s when she came forward. Five months after the act was committed. But not about the sleeping with him. No. She found that out from Kelce.

She looked at her in disbelief as she explained herself and told her that she was sorry, that she was in love with him. In love with her boyfriend. Her best friend and her boyfriend. How cliche? How did she let that happen to her?

Rafe had been looking for her, trying to find her to stop her from telling the truth. She was stupid enough to believe that the truth was that her best friend was just in love with him. He walked into the room frantic and telling her not to listen to her. That she didn’t know what she was talking about.

It was too late when she found her. She was silent, staring at the crying girl. The one that had been her best friend. She looked at him and started to back away, 

“Wait!” He had yelled after her, “Please, listen!” He ran up behind her, reaching for her arm, unsuccessfully as she kept walking. 

He had followed her through the parking lot trying to stop her from getting into her car. Tears glistening in his eyes. 

She needed a moment to process. She needed to figure out how her best friend fell in love with her boyfriend and what the hell he did to make her think it was okay for her to do that.

Their relationship survived a few weeks after the incident. It’s not until she’s at the boathouse with the boys, Rafe is god knows where and not answering his phone that the truth comes out.

There was no coming back from this. She didn’t say a single word as she got into her car and drove away from the boy that she thought was her forever. 

She didn’t want to see any of them ever again, she cried to her mother, and together they decided that she would go to London and start her law career there. Her mom would do anything to get her away from the boy she thought was a bad influence. 

That very next morning she was on a plane to London. He called and called and called. Until she changed her number. Her mom told her that he had tried to find out where she was and tried to find her. She had loyal friends back home, they proved that to her by never telling him where she had gone. 

And just like that she had disappeared for months on end. No trace of her. 

Until now. 

“You look beautiful.” His voice is something she wishes she could forget. She’s disappointed to know that she remembers it exactly.

“What are you doing here?” She stares at her hands, not sparing him a glance.

“It’s my sister's rehearsal dinner.” She rolls her eyes, glad that he can’t see the reaction. 

“I meant out here.” 

“I want to talk to you.” She should have known he would follow her outside. He was never one to give up easily. 

“There’s nothing to say.”

“I have things to say. You disappeared and never let me explain myself.” She looks up from her hands now, still not at him.

“That’s because I didn’t want to hear anything you had to say. I don’t care about anything you have to say.”

“I love you. I fucked up, I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know that.”

She doesn’t face him, choosing to look at the scenery instead. The trees, the garden, if she looks far enough into the distance she sees the ocean.

“I was so angry with you and I wasn’t thinking. I will never do something like that again, I regretted it immediately.” He won’t ever get a chance to do that again, at least not with her.

“I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t then. And I don’t now.”

She hears him sniffle, he places his hand next to hers on the railing. She sees as his finger twitches, itching to touch her. 

“Please, tell me how to fix this.” She looks at him now, his eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

“There is nothing you could ever do to fix this.” He clenches his jaw and she notices how it flutters. 

“Please. Come back.” 

“I wish I could. Don’t you get it? I wish I could just forget everything you did. I wish I never found out because I love you, I still do. Even after everything.” His eyes fill with hope. 

“I love myself more.” He deflates, looking down at his hands in front of him. 

She feels a presence come up behind them and turns slightly. She sees who it is and knows it’s her time to go. 

She doesn’t spare her ex-best friend a glance as she walks past her into the building where the party is still in full swing. 

“Rafe.” She hears her say. She doesn’t turn around, not wanting to hurt more than she already is. 

“Stay away from me, Kiara.” He snaps. He leaves Kie standing on the balcony as he climbs down the steps two at a time and towards his car.

Just a few more days of pretending to be okay. In less than a week she would be back in London. And she would be able to breathe again. 

[goodolddumbbanana]

[Sun and Nexus fic] The world and you [1]

Summary: Instead of Nexus once again angrily chasing Sun away and being swallowed by THE VOID, in this timeline, Nexus actually spoke his mind and asked Sun to stay. Very slow redemption arc for Nexus. Boy needs help but will he get that help? Tag along is KS and Dark Sun. It would be funny

Chapter 1: I fell like Icarus when reaching for the sun So what would you choose, boss? The comfort of misery or the pain of change? - Anonymous. Nexus couldn't help but think that there was a certain irony, as he and Sun once again stood screaming together in an unfamiliar dimension. The familiarity was painful like slipping into old socks, as when they apologized and said these fake words of love, while he just covered his ears and refused to listen. “You were here for me, and I want to be there for you too. But I can't – what you have said and done, I–” Lies… Nexus laughed mockingly. He wiped the soot from his mouth, ignoring the burning pain of the God he had been made to be. It spread from his chest to the top of his head, and even his bare feet as he tried to walk without collapsing, all thanks to the intoxicating, drug-like energy that was ravaging him.

The ground beneath him shook crumbling, fire licked at the hands that gripped the razor-sharp sickles, the hem of his poncho flapped.

The hypocrisy this man or this stupid clown animatronic could become. These voices in his head, asking Nexus to rip that mouth off so he wouldn’t hear anything so disgustingly wrongs again. Can’t ever take any blame for himself, can he, Sun? Always making excuses after excuses, taking and taking until Nexus had nothing left to give.

“You have a daughter that you want to make up for who you killed!!”

That all Sun wants. He wantst to make amends, he only treats Nexus out of his pity. Sun was never loved Nexus, they never loved him enough to truly consider him their family. Nexus was just a second chance for Sun, a damn puppet who worked to the bone for the man who accidentally killed his own brother. Was that how Pinocchio felt when that wooden puppet ran away from home? Useless and worthless, not even as good as the original for his father? Where was Nexus’s blue fairy? When would his own wish come true? His words hit Sun hard. His ‘brother’s’ face crumpled, hurt seeping from the way they held themselves, their hands trembling as they held each other. Why did he ever think this person was worth comforting? Why did his chest still hurt so much and his hands still wanted to reach out and pull them into his embrace? Had Nexus ever been hugged or was he always the one comforting others? “But she is still mine.” Something snapped inside Nexus as Sun calmly responded to his provocation. The casual acceptance made him want to laugh. Theirs? What about him? Wasn't he theirs too? Since when was that just belong to the past? Sun could easily forgive Moon, why they wouldn't accept him for who he was? Why they pushing him away and leave him alone so easily? Why didn't Sun see his brokenness sooner? Why didn't Sun change sooner? He wanted to take off the blade and cover his face. Because there was no way he was going to cry in front of Sun. There was no way he was going to cry in front of that heartless, hypocritical bastard. He is not weak anymore. He is strong. He was in control here. Putting his tongue to his teeth, ignoring the liquid clogging his mouth, Nexus slowly growled. He wanted to take another step forward, but he really wasn't sure what he was going to do? He didn't know what Sun was going to do. Was Sun so disgusted with him that he would back off? Or they actually would hold him? The wind brushed over Nexus’s head almost like a caress. He craved intimacy so much that he wanted to destroy anything that reminded Nexus of it.

“If she is yours, you wouldn’t be so afraid to show her to her parents.” His eyes stung. Was it because more than half of Nexus’s internal systems had been burned to ash, or was he truly hurt by Sun. Really? By someone like Sun? The cruel satisfaction flooded the dike as Sun’s face paled, and they immediately covered it with a familiar lie.

“She’s not ready yet.”

“Is it her, or you, Sun?” Nexus scoffed. The ridiculous, painful absurdity of Sun’s silence and ignorance. You loved him. The voice in his head whispered. You still love him. Mellow and bittersweet tastes in his mouth likes molten sugar. Shut up! He hissed through gritted teeth. It was all the past! The voice in his head mocked, disbelieving, Eclipse’s voice answered. Like someone’s invisible hand was pressing against his neck. Of course. Because you’re in control now. That’s all that matters, right? Sun’s soft voice flowed through Nexus’s ears. They leaned in closer, eyes weak as if they were about to cry. Their hands reached out as if to touch Nexus before they retracted. Have you ever said these things before, or only when it was too late, Sun? “I just want you to be safe.” Lie. If you really meant it, you wouldn’t have left when I needed you the most. “I love you Nexus. I always love you from afar.” Lie. I need you. I always need you. But you never just be there for me...

Don’t think about Moon, don’t think about others. Don’t just see my existence as something to be pitied. I’d rather you hate me, hate me to the core if that’s all you need to see me, see me for who I really am… I am Nexus. I am Moon. I am better than Moon. I am what you need. But why am I never enough? Why am I the only one stuck in the past like this? “That’s why I will leave you here, on this planet. Where no one can hurt you anymore. Where you can be alone. Just you in this world…” Finally become a god. Stay away from Sun forever and never to think about those pathetic people again. Kill Sun, break their necks right here, so they never leave, send them into the void, let them suffer the misery of losing their minds because of their own voices. His head hurt. He just wanted to curl up and lie there like the weak coward he used to be. He wanted to scream so the universe could taste what he had suffered. He wanted Sun to stop looking at him with regret and adore but just for the past, when they wished he could be back like the person he tried to be. A gentle, kind weal person. A lie. “I love you, Nexus. I always have loved you…”

The past hit him like a brick wall. Arms wrapped around him, holding him close. They stroked his helmet, their voices sobbing words of comfort. He clung to them like a lifeline, as if he were falling and they were the only thing holding him up. It’s cold Sun, it’s so cold Sun. Help me, help me escape this coldness with Sun… He sobbed and held the metal body close to him, even as the hole in his chest grew wider. Tell me, Nexus… That’s all that matters, right? “Then stay…” The sky was the color of sunshine. The space was the color of young green, and the rows of poplar trees around look like a happy note for the trash pit called Nexus’s life. The fire followed Nexus’s sleeve, completely destroying the weeds at his feet. Sun looked at him confused, as blank as a deer looking into the headlights of a car. “What?--” “If you love me as much as you say, stay.” Nexus wanted to bite his tongue, he wanted time to stop and the pain to stop. He wanted Sun to disappear, he wanted to destroy Sun himself, he wanted to get rid of those eyes that were staring at him with such haunting hope. But all he did was beg like a dog. Nexus didn’t want to be alone. He had never imagined a world where he was alone. He was alone. Nexus was alone, always alone. The truth was painfully and ridiculously naked. “Stay with me, Sun.” There was a hysteria from the other end. Sun jerked back, their hands twitching as if to grab onto something. Their eyes were wild… “You can’t— You can’t say that— After everything you’ve done, Nexus… I can’t, you’re telling me to give up everything just to—” “Stay with me.” Nexus whispered, his knees buckling, his blades falling away. The fire burning around him was as blue as the flames of a Wither Storm. The seething rage he felt was slowly shrinking to ashes.

‘Just this little bit and you're already broken? You're pathetic, Nexus.’ Eclipse crooned. “If you loved me like you said you would, you would choose me…” Nexus murmured. His hands wrapped around himself, ignoring the burning burn blossoming on his face. “Stay, Sun? Please... ”

Confusion filled Sun’s face, mixed with resignation. “So all that lie was that just a lie to keep your ego float, huh?” Nexus laughed, the answer coming to him like a hand that had pulled him to the surface and drowned him in the sea. The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and Nexus had always been a useless pawn to someone.

“I knew it… I KNEW IT!!!!” His voice grew louder and louder, like dust and oil, wind and sand swirling together like a flood of storms and Nexus was the epicenter and eye of the storm. Pressure shot around, destroying entire areas of trees like a snake eagerly opening its mouth to grab anything in its path.

“YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT ME!!!”

Kill him. Kill him. Return him to the void. Return him to the void. “No Nexus! You need to calm down!” Sun shouted. But he didn’t listen, he couldn’t listen! Not when he had opened his heart for a second and been trampled like scum. “Just give me time, please!! I win come back! I promise!!” The bell rang. They came closer. Why did they dare come closer. What did they think he was, a wild beast that could be tamed with love?

“I don’t want to hear it! Die!! Die!!” Nexus cried, his hands clutching his head.

The wind grew louder. Sun fell over before pulling himself up with whatever nonsense magic they had learned. Their hands were shaking, their eyes were hard as stone, bright as quartz, and for the first time in this encounter, it made him tremble.

“I know this sounds cruel but if Moon has any plans to escape, please electrocute him…”

“There’s nothing I can do to make up for what you want... Nexus” “Just shut up!!!” ‘Oh, it seems your brother has made up his mind.’ Eclipse chuckled. 'It looks like someone’s been left behind, again~~’ Their invisible shadow leaned over and touched Sun’s shoulder. ‘We’re really quite similar, aren’t we, Moon?’ ‘Or should I say, clone?’ “Shut up! Shut up!!” The energy that was released from Nexus burned through his entire body. It hurt, but it wouldn’t hurt any more than what he was going to do to Sun. “Everyone shut up!!!” And everything burned away until he was the only one left. Ashes fell in front of Nexus. He buried his face in the ash and coals, with his cloak the only thing keeping Nexus warm. Droplets of thick black oil flowed from his eye sockets, burning and hot like lava. They said they would return… Their screams fell on deaf ears, and Nexus no longer wanted them to exist.

“I just want you to never leave…” Nexus’s last words as he closed his eyes and let the darkness take over…

[chiquita99]

*PMS-ing*

Summary: it is that time of the month

⚠️Warning⚠️ None

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You were cozy on the cream suede couch with a fleece blanket and some chocolate, watching The Vampire Diaries.

You had popped some extra strength tylenol and it just started numbing the pain.

Finally some relief ugh.

Your husband wanted to get frisky last night but you couldn't allow that level of intimacy due to pain.

The first day is always the most brutal.

The sound of the front door opening, made you turn your head, even though you knew it was your husband.

"How was your day babe, do you feel better?" Michael asked as he entered the house and removed his jacket.

"I'm alive" you sigh and lay into your soft body billow.

He comes over and kisses the top of your head, then hands you a pack of Hershey kiss chocolates.

"Thank you hun" you smile softly.

"Anything for you sweetheart" he smiled back and sat in the spot next to you.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, making you let go of your pillow.

He looked at the scene on the TV and asked "what team are you? Damon or Stefan?".

You hummed and then replied " [your choice] ".

"If I were a girl, I'd be team Damon" he smirked.

"Really? Why?" You quizzed and looked at him with your soft eyes.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

"Damon would burn the world for his woman. I would also"

You snuggle more into his side and he rests his head against yours.

You both shared a few moments of silence. Taking in the day.

"How was work?" You ask him.

He hummed in thought before responding, "it was pretty okay. I was going over blueprints for a beautiful Mediterranean tower a husband wanted to build his wife"

He looked down to his cheek and gently moved a piece of hair that fell into your face.

You smile at the romantic gesture. It was sweet to see what a person would do for another.

"What would you like for dinner babe?" Michael asked.

"I think I have chicken in the fridge" you tell him and get out of your comfy spot.

"Oh babe, you didn't have to worry about it right this minute" Michael said and got up with you.

He followed you into the kitchen.

You opened the fridge and quickly skimmed the contents.

"Oh f**ks sake" you curse in frustration.

You forgot to pull the chicken from the freezer to thaw.

"What is wrong??" He asked in confusion.

You face palm and shake your head in anger.

Tears then start falling from your eyes.

Michael is stunned and doesn't know what to do.

His eyes glued to you.

"Babe" he says.

"Babe"

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

You start balling and sobbing into his blue dress shirt.

He cooes you like you would a baby, and he strokes your hair.

"We will get chinese food. We can get starbucks. Do you want pizza?.....um do you need a burger?" He starts babbling.

You shake your head no into his chest and cry some more.

"I'll get your chocolate from the livingroom" he says and goes to grab your chocolate in a rush.

He returns in a jiffy and is unwrapping the foil on the chocolate to give to you.

You push his hand away that carried the chocolate.

He still had a bewildered look on his face.

He looks into space before undoing his belt.

"Is it sex you need?" He asked, fumbling the buckle.

Your tears stopped pouring and you couldn't help but let a giggle slip.

"I heard sometimes women get upset when they need more sex. I mean, I can give it right here on the counter"

You put your hand on his and he stops.

"No baby, it is just hormones" you tell him softly.

"I'm sorry" you sniffle.

"Don't say sorry baby. I understand" he tells you and pulls you into a hug again.

"It's a build up of not feeling good last night, forgetting things, and the extra feelings that are present at this time of the month" you say.

"I understand what you're saying" he assures, "pick out delivery, we'll finish your show, do some cuddles and kisses, and if you're up for it.........." he winks at you.

He plants a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Yes, I need some papi time" you giggle

[lov3rachan]

[I am NOT] Round Three

Summary: Things aren’t always what they seem

Pairing: Seungmin x reader, Han x reader, Hyunjin x reader (separate)

Genre: humour, gender neutral (you/your)

Warning: JYP [KS]

Word count: 567 words [KS], 501 words [HJ], 404 words [HH]

Series: I am NOT…

Comment: A bit of relief as we take a breather before continuing Loving you is a losing game. This is the end of the I am NOT series but more crack ideas are going to arrive.

Requested by: no one

Written: 17.03.2025, 21.03.2025 (edited) [KS], 21.03.2025 [HJ], 15.03.2025, 21.03.2025 (edited) [HH]

Thanks to: @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

Taglist: @skzdreamer13 , @blueohs

Network: @supernovanetwork

Kim Seungmin

“Are you sulking?” You asked, poking Seungmin’s cheek, as his face was stuck in a pout.

“No,” he replied with a scoff, taking your prodding hand into his with tenderness.

Even when annoyed, his gentle and thoughtful nature came across through this attentiveness he put into his every gesture.

“Why should I be sulking? Nothing to be mad about,” he brushed you off, though his hand was tensing around yours at the mere recollection of what had just happened.

You two had decided to go to one of those 24h cafes and sat in one of the cubicles, cuddling close as you each read the books you had borrowed.

After a while, you decided to make use of the karaoke through the screen of your room.

Sure, you knew these cubicles were anything but soundproof, having one side open, but seeing how you two were the only ones there, you decided to sing for a bit.

As you grew tired, you let him sing for you for a while, and he chose to challenge himself with some of his own songs.

One thing that could be said about Seungmin, was that he had a pretty good hearing, especially when it involved him.

For that reason, his ears perked up when, as he was drinking after having just sung “Cover me” a few times to achieve a perfect score, two teenage girls were passing by.

“Did you hear that? Someone was singing a song by Stray Kids” one of the teenagers said.

“Yeah but he sounded like JYP!” The other one replied, giggling and making the first girl laugh in turn.

“I knowww! For a second there I thought that JYP was here for real!”

Seungmin was petrified, his water still in hand, and his gaze had darkened.

JYP? Were these girls serious?

It wasn’t new for him to be compared to JYP and called his ‘voice-son’ but this…

Somehow it felt more humiliating, annoying.

Maybe it was because he thought he had given a great performance, all in all.

Or perhaps it was because those girls knew his group but didn’t recognise his voice.

Either way, Seungmin was pissed off.

Seeing how he was still grumpy about it, even after leaving the cafe a few hours before, you stopped him.

“You know your voice is amazing, right? I mean, even Han said so, and he’s a pretty good vocalist, isn’t he?” You told him with a smile, caressing his hand soothingly.

“Stop sweet talking me. I’m not mad about it,” he said, this time with a smile and visibly more relieved.

Carelessly, he swung his arm and wrapped it around you before starting to walk again, bringing you with him.

“Thanks. I love you,” he whispered under his breath, barely loud enough for you to hear.

And you just couldn’t help but tease him a bit by saying: “But, you know… maybe we should get a DNA test to get some confirmation?”.

With a laugh, quickly hidden behind fake annoyance, Seungmin separated himself from you and, after an eye roll and a chuckled “Forget it!”, he started walking away at a quick pace, leaving you to catch up with him.

As he walked away, sneakily keeping an eye on you in order not to lose you, he smiled to himself: somehow, you always knew how to cheer him up, even when he got mad for petty reasons.

HAN Jisung

People were weird.

On one hand, they were too stuck in their politeness to say anything rude. On the other, they didn’t hold back with weird or back handed compliments.

Han had no idea which one this was supposed to be.

Sure, he was an idol, and he had heard some wild things, but even he got surprised, at times.

He was simply enjoying his day off with you, making up for the many missed dates with one full day of cafes he had been eager to try out with you.

Then a woman approached him.

At first, he got worried.

Had he been recognised?

What was he supposed to do? Or say?

What if she got your picture?

Or maybe she was a stalker?

Panic was about to set in, as he tightened his grip around your wrist, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.

A million thoughts raced through his mind until she finally spoke and said, with what seemed to be admiration: “Wow! Did you know that you look like a less muscly version of Changbin-oppa?! You know, from Stray Kids?”.

As you started laughing, struggling to hide it, he was shocked.

Han was speechless, his boba eyes wide open and his mouth agape.

Did he hear her correctly?

Changbin? Did she just call him a twink version of Changbin?

She did not, in fact, but that was how his brain processed the compliment.

Quickly, he regained his composure and thanked the woman with a quick bow, after which she left all giddy.

As you two walked away, heading home, he was in a daze, his face shouting ‘confused’.

“People are weird,” he whispered to you.

What exactly was the point of that interaction?

He had no idea, and it left him incredibly perplexed, his face frowning even as he filled his cheeks with cheesecake.

“So weird,” he mumbled in-between bites.

“I mean, it could have been worse?” You tried to comfort him and make sense of what had happened with him.

Han tilted his head to the side before agreeing: “Yeah, definitely. Still weird, though”.

After a few minutes of silence he started to take off his shirt and said,: “Lemme check. I’m sure I gained some muscle mass!”.

“Jisung!” You called him out, trying to pull it down. “We’re in the kitchen!”.

Han paused half-movement and smirked, wiggling his eyebrows: “That never stopped us before”.

As you gave him a light slap on the arm, you huffed, red in your cheeks: “Shut up and cover up. You’ll get a cold”.

Then you added, your voice barely a whisper,: “Plus, there’s no need to check. You’re way hotter than Changbin”.

With a wide grin, he rushed to you and hugged you, asking: “Is that so?”.

Though his voice was teasing, he was truly relieved.

Sure, he may not have been as muscly as Changbin, nor did he get recognised by a STAY. but, as long as he liked himself, and you loved him… he really didn’t care.

Hwang Hyunjin

Some idols had dating rumours.

Others, like Hyunjin, had sibling rumours.

In particular, the powerful dancer was often ‘accused’ of being related to Yeji, from ITZY, especially ever since the female idol had gotten a shorter haircut.

Did he mind? Not that much, really.

He liked her well enough, and he liked to work with her.

Nevertheless, there was a bit of sibling-like rivalry between them (and between the two groups), so he loved to tease her and brag.

One day, you two were hanging out, as he had gotten a few days off for the first time in a while.

He was truly happy about that, and he was happily shopping around with you when you stopped in front of a toy store.

“I should buy a plushie for Felix, don’t you think?” He asked as he pulled you into the shop.

While browsing some Pokémon toys, a little girl came up to him with a smile.

“Are you an idol?” She asked, her eyes glimmering with excitement.

“Well, yeah” he said with a friendly smile, kneeling down to her height.

“You got a deeper voice than on stage,” the girl giggled, before calling for her mother, “Mom! Yeji is here!”.

Hyunjin’s expression was priceless.

His jaw dropped, his lips making an ‘O’ shape and his eyes wide open.

“Y-Yeji?” He stuttered with a suffocated scream, his voice incredibly high pitched.

“Yeah, from ITZY? That’s you, right?” The kid smiled with expectant eyes, as her mother arrived, apologising profusely to the both of you.

As you reassured her that it wasn’t a bother, Hyunjin was still knelt down, trying to explain who he was to the little girl: “I am Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin. From Stray Kids? Skz? ‘Chk Chk Boom?’”.

The man was listing and half-singing his discography to the little girl, who looked at him confused.

“So… not Yeji?” She said, once he was out of breath.

Hyunjin threw back his head with a sigh before mumbling a defeated “No. Not Yeji, sorry”.

You had to physically pull him up and drag him out of the store, as he looked like a dejected puppy.

“Yeji… I got mistaken for… her? Me? Do you even realise?” He whined, as dramatically as usual.

Sure, he wasn’t as offended as he acted, but he sure as hell was going to tell his manager to never let him have the same haircut as Yeji ever again.

[samanthaa-leanne]

Ten: Compliments Go A Long Way

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Summary: YN Hinata is the twin sister of Shoyo Hinata. Where Shoyo is all rainbows and sunshine YN is thorns and storm clouds. YN picks on Hinata any chance she gets. Why? Because of how easy it is & that’s the only way she knows how to show her love. She’d never allow anyone else to treat Shoyo the way she does though. That is until the tall and handsome Tsukishima Kei enters her life and makes it a point to go against her wishes. Why does it always have to be the hot ones?

Pairings: Tsukishima x Reader  

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Language, angst, & 17+ memes

Updates: When I Can

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[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

I'm still in the middle of The Guest Room by Tasha Sylva (64% according to TheStoryGraph) and I have to jot down predictions and thoughts. Rambling and spoilers under the cut.

I feel like she wants us to think that Aaron is the one who killed Tess's sister, the 'diary' is actually him stalking Rosie, and now that she's dead he's replacing her with her sister. I think one 'twist' will be that the diary is totally fictional and he's writing a book/short story and the similarities to Tess are him drawing from his real life/loosely basing 'You' on Tess.

Luke is the obvious suspect for Tess's stalker, but after he tried to kiss her I'm less inclined to think it's him. From what we know was written about Tess, the kiss was too impulsive to be the same person. I'm guessing Ivy is actually the stalker. I know I'm being meta about it, but she's the one nobody would ever suspect, so that's most of it, but also her reaction to her 'fwb' trying to kiss the neighbor wasn't what I would have expected. Too cold.

I'm calling it now, I think Tess killed Rosie. Her behavior with Oliver makes me think she's capable, and I think she might be being drugged at night (her sleep/dreams being blank and something else early on that made me suspect it) and again, I'd probably put that on Ivy. She probably doesn't remember, and what memories she does have are all foggy. I'd also say it was an accident.

I still have four hours of book left (two since I'm listening on 2x speed) and it feels like forever. I don't know what it is about this one I just cannot get hooked into it the way I like to with audiobooks.

Unsure what to listen to after as I want spooky/horror/Halloween-ish vibes but it's not my usual genre so it's harder for me to get into, and I don't have any 'go to' authors in the genre.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Hello, folks. This is your Oldie Chinese Diaspora Anon™️. I am starting to feel like I sound like bad news bears, so I would like to make my stance clear here. I have nothing against blind box dolls – heaven knows, I have a couple of them, too. It’s just unfortunate that I keep on encountering troubling news when it comes to blind box dolls, it seems. Please bear with me, would you?

Now, I need to introduce you to an... old friend. While we all know the resin recaster and his myriad of companies, I think I have brought up the vinyl recaster, DBS, a few times before as well. As a refresher, DBS is a toy company that specializes in vinyl and ABS toys. They bill themselves as the creators of “proudly MiC” toys for the next generation. However, their dolls have been found to be “recasted” from resin into vinyl and they have been plagiarising from several different companies, from Koreans to down-home Chinese. The MäyTrëë line of blind boxes were rejected by the BJD community because while the original designer was independent, the dolls were made by one of the DBS companies and was thought to be one of their subsidiaries. (more information here: https://the-bjd-community-confess.tumblr.com/post/727751969206304768/hello-anon-this-is-your-oldie-chinese-diaspora )

With that as a preamble, let me introduce you to the “Inedible Rabbits” dolls (Well, these ones: https://www.kikagoods.com/products/moon-jumping-time-bunny-series-1-12-action-figure-bjd-blind-box?variant=44766128931050 ). Similar to the “Escape Plan” dolls, they were created by a team of newbies who first 3D-printed their designs and pitched them to what’s akin to a Chinese-version of a Kickstarter called Modian. During the crowdfunding period, people can pre-order these dolls while the team running the KS maintain regular updates, chase goals, changes to the designs, etc. The final production is usually outsourced to a factory. The team is, in theory, working with the team all the way until delivery. I still vaguely remember someone asking “why aren’t there KS campaigns for dolls?” Well, you’re about to find out why… it wasn’t the price or the long production time, There’s a lot more to it.

As with the “Escape Plan” team, there’s a gap between the final products when compared to the samples (https://the-bjd-community-confess.tumblr.com/post/756541155738615808/一万次出逃计划开箱-避雷快跑哔哩哔哩bilibili ). One of the problems that was encountered by the buyers from the Escape Plan Team was that they have gone AWOL when people started to receive their dolls and started complaining. With the Inedible Rabbit Team however, my sources reported worse issues with communication. The creative team was not only unresponsive most of the time but they would block anyone who even asked benign questions. We also found out that the creative team behind the Inedible Rabbits did not apply to become a company prior to establishing their KS. It means that all of the transactions are considered personal (think F&F). With their frequent and wilful blocking of people, there are a lot of donors who are worried about how shady their behaviour is.

This is the latest expose from a Chinese source: https://www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/66e00cce000000001e01903f?app_platform=ios&app_version=8.52&share_from_user_hidden=true&xsec_source=app_share&type=normal&xsec_token=CBUsqAi70IwpfK_-OZEZS28zESD2e88FIMRgVnkEaN3D8=&author_share=1&xhsshare=CopyLink&shareRedId=ODlFNzlGND02NzUyOTgwNjg5OTc7Szk8&apptime=1725972303&share_id=49435c4b26604cbe8cd6fd49fc41db11 And this is a summary by a Taiwanese proxy: https://www.plurk.com/p/3gac0e1qck (please feel free to use a Google Translator to help you)

The Taiwanese Plurk mentioned that the clothes of the dolls were made by the infamous DBS. This was discovered from a video that the Inedible Rabbit Team posted on their social media showing the interior of their outsourced factory that made clothes for them. (can be seen here: https://www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/66e26d2a000000001e0193cc?app_platform=ios&app_version=8.53&share_from_user_hidden=true&xsec_source=app_share&type=video&xsec_token=CBaBewvBjppksg843In6KcCKwy5e3Tbv8rN-f9ARvjXks=&author_share=1&xhsshare=CopyLink&shareRedId=ODYzRUU9PTw2NzUyOTgwNjY0OThISEtL&apptime=1726233161&share_id=189d6a99974941f899342c780b0e8890 ) At the 0:12 timestamp, a box with the DBS logo was shown very briefly in a pan-over shot. (seen here: https://www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/66e283db0000000027002ca0?app_platform=ios&app_version=8.53&share_from_user_hidden=true&xsec_source=app_share&type=normal&xsec_token=CBaBewvBjppksg843In6KcCK1D4UzhNUD8Fm5_7tph_yA=&author_share=1&xhsshare=CopyLink&shareRedId=ODYzRUU9PTw2NzUyOTgwNjY0OThISEtL&apptime=1726233089&share_id=9de63adea9b14bd191309c996ed2bc29 ) Thanks to this discovery, a lot of the collectors and donators who also own resin BJDs are asking for refunds because they do not want to be associated with DBS in the fear of being seen as pro-recast. Thanks to people pulling out of the KS, the proxy has informed me that some of the unlocked stretch goals would most likely be rescinded. She is afraid that if too much of the funds get pulled out, the creative team may just pack up and do a rug pull with the money. Thanks to the fact that they never registered as a company, if they run, there’s basically no way to get that money back.

I do not want to be seen as someone who stands in others’ way of having a good time and earning money. But I also cannot stay quiet when I know that blind box dolls are a lot of new collectors’ gateway into resin BJD. This is akin to me knowing that something is a recast but fail to warn the new comers ahead of time. If anyone gets looked down upon or rejected from a group due to association with a doll that uses DBS clothes, I don’t think I can quite live with myself. So… thank you very much for lending your ears to me once more. I know full well that I do not have the ability to change anyone’s mind, but at least I can sleep better knowing that I have tried my best to tell you what I know.

Post Script: On September 14th, the creative team behind Indedible Rabbits posted their first public apology: https://www.modian.com/project/update/detail/161340 They promised to create a business account and becoming more accountable. They also stated that despite the factory video they are not in collaboration with DBS. It's up to you to decide if you want to believe the team. end!)

~Anonymous

[derpydoteddrake]

Why s2 will set viktor up as the future main antagonists for piltover and zaun after arcane.

(this is less of a thematic analysis and more of a meta one about the marketing and worldbuilding they did so far and probably do in the future. no le*ks)

First, let's ask the question, why is arcane canon? yes money but beyond that looking at where s1 left the characters off, it was quite oblivious if they only wanted 1 more season (which they said even after s1 came out), they can not finish every ones story properly.

They got to pick between letting it stay unfinished, more seasons, or making it canon so they can get back to it later.

And we know which they picked.

They wanted to use their popular show to function as an entry point for this universe/brand.

And this is the second important question to note: what's arcanes purpose?

Yes to be a good show, but let's not be naive, they want to sell you their universe, they want you to play the games and watch the shows and read their books.

So s2 will end with a hook. The storie of the 2 sisters may be over for now, but they want u to come back, so some tangible conflict for the future will be set up.

And we know that they already using arcane to set up future major players in the universe.

But then why cant ambessa fill that role for the future? they pushing her so hard.

Well, the book summary kinda gives it away.

After arcane she wont gonna stay as key player in pnz, she will be a key player in noxus, as an adversary for swain.

So who or what could work as setted up future antagonist, someone who commands enough power to be a real threat for the cities?

Silco - is dead

Warwick - dangerous but couldn't bend an entire city

Singed - he doesn't organise people in a way that would be a problem

Jinx - by the end of the show her story is probably finished for a while

Ambessa - the conflict with her is also finished for at least while

other then them pnz had prominent antagonists before like Renata Urgot or Camille, but with the rewrites they not only exist in a limbo, but if they goal with arcane is to bring in new fans, they would use an existing character in the show to fill that role.

and even though I think noxus will be presented as a continuous threat, (even in the previous lore it said noxus wanted to take over piltover and it even had a strong relationship with zaun but) the main one will be something else to switch things up.

So we are left with one glorious man who is the best candidate for the job.

Not only it wouldn't make sense for his story to conclude yet since even in s1 it was oblivious his story is only beginning, but it would make a lot of sense if they spend the series setting up the next big villain, in a way casual watchers didn't even realize.

It looks like they going strong with the cultist angel which means:

he has a considerable amount of manpower he can command

by himself he is capable of magic

and it is very likely when he changes people's bodies he will have some control over them.

Which means he will most likely end up in the perfect position to take over this role, the marketing and release dates also seems to be align with this.

First they teased the main villain for the series with her release to properly build up hype.

But I suspect when the show kicks into full gear they will switch their markething around and promote the 3 main women and thats when most likely they legendaries drop.

legends of runaterra pretty much confirmed this. They using Ambessa to promote the beginning of the series release (prologue), we have a middle that will most likely feature most prominently jinx, vi and caitlin, and then an epilogue that sets up future things.

The same way they wanted to drop Ambessa everywhere in a relatively short time frame, we could expect the same treatment for the Viktor vgu next month, which would align with the epilogue celebration in december.

Which will most likely feature jayce and viktor. Not only they have been absent from the promotion so far, they will both receive confirmed legendaries, and the hex cores present is continuously alluded to in marketing.

I believe this indicates that they have big plans for them, and in a way that will be a surprise for both newcomers and old fans, this is why they are so secretive about them.

And thats because the 3. act and the epilogue of arcane will set viktor up as the next main antagonist of pnz.

[thewinter-eden]

insecurity BONUS // ks texts

Title: Insecurity pt BONUS Genre: fake texts, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort Pairing: idol friend!Seungmin x EXTROVERT fem!reader

Summary: You're one of Stray Kids' social media managers. After all this time, it's impossible not to become friends with some of the nicest people on the planet. But now, as you're starting to feel things for Seungmin, his aloof behavior is a constant reminder that you're just too much for him.

Warnings: Seungmin's manhandling kink makes an appearance, all of these texts are from Seungmin's point of view, NO READER POV

notes: as always, thank you @ramadiiiisme for the lovely brainstorming and ideas for this entire series you're the best <3

SS: 12

(ignore timestamps)(I had more angst before part 4)

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[angelickks]

supernatural mlist!

[HUNTER DOSSIER – UNOFFICIAL]

Name: Dean Winchester Known As: Dean, Agent Bon Jovi, The Righteous Man Other Aliases: Deanie (Max), Michael’s Sword, Demon!Dean (briefly), Agent Morrison Status: Active (see Death Count, addendum #0013) Classification: Hunter / Human (Modified) / Vessel Age: Early 40s First Sighting: Lawrence, KS – nursery fire (see Case File #00001) Affiliation: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury Reputation: “Most saved, most damned.” Gets the job done—no matter what it costs.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 6’1” Build: Solid muscle, built like a brawler Hair: Light brown, short, often messy Eyes: Green—referred to as “striking,” “hunter’s eyes,” or “bloodshot regret” Distinguishing Marks:

Anti-possession tattoo on chest

Scar on forearm from bearing the Mark of Cain

Burn scar on shoulder from holy fire incident

Frequent bruises—he never waits to heal

Additional Detail: Mark is often re-inked—he claims it fades faster than it should

KNOWN ABILITIES

Combat:

Lethal in close quarters.

Expert with firearms, blades, angel blades, the First Blade (when marked).

Fights like he’s already halfway dead—aggressive, unrelenting, efficient.

Tactics:

Battle-hardened tactician with gut instincts that rival prophecy.

Specializes in infiltration, ghost towns, and siege-style raids.

Ritual Knowledge:

Familiar with Latin, Enochian (basic fluency), demonic tongues.

Has rewritten exorcism rites mid-fight.

Vessel Status:

True vessel of Archangel Michael (Earth-Prime).

Has hosted demonic and angelic entities—resistance varies.

Once bore the Mark of Cain: increased strength, durability, bloodlust. Effects latent.

Supernatural Resistance:

High resistance to possession, mind control, and illusions.

Survived torture in Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven (long story).

PSYCH PROFILE

Temperament: Brash, loyal, deeply protective. Functions under extreme stress. Suppresses grief with jokes, violence, and bourbon.

Moral Compass: Used to see in black and white—now fights in gray. Has killed monsters and men. Always chooses family.

Trauma History:

Raised as a soldier by John Winchester.

Carried Sam from a burning house at age 4.

Spent 40 years in Hell—30 as a torturer.

Lost everyone he’s ever cared about—most of them more than once.

Notable Disorders:

Chronic self-sacrifice

Survivor’s guilt (extreme)

Obsessive caretaker complex (see: “saving people, hunting things”)

Fun Fact: Laughs at Scooby-Doo jokes. Sleeps with a gun under the pillow. Believes pie is a food group.

ASSOCIATES

Sam Winchester: Brother, partner, soul tether. Only person Dean would truly die for—over and over again.

Castiel: Best friend, angelic bond, occasionally his moral mirror. Their connection defies heaven’s hierarchy and human logic.

Bobby Singer: Father figure. Gave Dean his first beer and his harshest truths.

Max Winchester: Little sister in spirit, raised under the same roof of fire and monsters. He calls her “Mad Max” but trusts her like blood. Their bond runs on banter, shared scars, and the unspoken language of war-born survivors. If Dean’s got a suicide plan, he’ll let her come—because she never flinches.

The Impala (“Baby”): Car. Home. Reliquary. Emotional anchor. Contains hunter lore, weapons, mixtapes, and Dean’s soul.

MOST NOTABLE HUNTS

CASE #00002 – “The Woman in White”Location: Jericho, CA Summary: First documented case after reuniting with Sam. Set the tone. Dean baited the spirit through sheer recklessness. “I can’t cheat death, but I can punch it.”

CASE #01447 – “The Mark of Cain”Location: Global Summary: Dean took the Mark to kill Abaddon. Became something else. Lingered near the edge of monsterhood. Sam nearly lost him. He nearly wanted it. Quote: “You can’t outrun who you become.” Result: Mark removed. Consequences unleashed (see: The Darkness).

CASE #03000 – “The End of God”Location: Multiversal Summary: Helped bring down Chuck (God). Refused to be Heaven’s puppet. Made his own ending. Casualties: Too many. Quote: “We’re not stories. We’re real.”

WARNINGS / NOTES

DO NOT MANIPULATE HIS FAMILY. He will find out. He will take it personally. He will make it hurt.

DO NOT CALL HIM A HERO. He won’t believe you. He’s not in it for the glory—just the next hunt, the next save, the next dawn.

ALWAYS OFFER PIE. It might buy you five minutes. Maybe a smile. Maybe your life.

HE'S NOT JUST A HUNTER. He’s the kind of man the monsters fear. He’s the blade that keeps swinging—even when his own hands are bleeding.

“He’s what you get when you break a boy and tell him to save the world.” — Castiel

[bangchanyespls]

Phosphorescence Pt 4

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You make it back to the house. Felix is the first to look you over.

Tw: crying, yelling (or louder voice), injury

A/N: so yn is gunna use a nickname for Felix. It's gunna be Feixah (fee-ks-uh) (like fix but with an e, then uh) simply bc I think it's cute and that's how my save folder is for him on IG bc I mistyped when I was naming it 😂 but also I did a poll for who y/n is gunna be with and yall voted Chan, so your wish is my command. Unless yall lmk you changed your mind 😂

Part 3

Part 5

Minho keeps you against his chest, one hand holding the back of your head, your face pressed into the junction of his neck and shoulder, the other running up and down your back as you sag fully into him, arms dropping from around his neck to rest by your sides.

You can hear the house in chaos; Changbin and Han are in the hallway rapidly discussing if Han would be able to separate Chans blood from the tranquilizer, but Seungmin chimes in with the problem of how would they get the tranquilizer out of his body. Jeongin and Hyunjin seem to join the conversation, the sound of it moving further away from you and Minho.

You hear footsteps approach, Minho tensing slightly before relaxing, and Felix's voice meets your ears.

"Is y/n.. okay?"

There's a tremble in the way he says it, watery around the edges, the pause as he debates which word to use. You shift slightly, tilting your head back to remove it from Minhos neck. You look up at Felix, taking in the way his face is trying so hard not to crumble - the muscles in his neck just as tense as in his jaw, face tight to stop him from crying.

"I'm okay, 'Lixuh." You reply, trying to put on a reassuring smile for him, although you know it's more of a grimace.

You tap Minhos arm, and he stands up, helping you along the way, holding the majority of your weight for you. You situate your arm around his neck as you reach the other out, gesturing for Felix to come to you. Felix wraps his arms around you, tightening his grip as Minho bows out from under your arm.

"I'm gunna go check on their progress with Chan. Make sure to bring y/n back to the infirmary soon to get looked at."

Felix nods in response, eyes scanning over you as he holds you away from himself slightly. You watch Minho walk out of the room, reluctant to be alone with Felix as you're unsure of what his reaction will be this time.

He pulls you closer again, turning around before he sits you on the couch to do his own actual inspection. He drops to his knees infront of you, hands gently maneuvering and caressing each part of your body as he looks you over. You keep your eyes locked on the hollow of his throat, lips clamped tightly together to keep any sounds of discomfort locked in.

The silence is loud, aggressively charged like a bomb waiting to go off. Its normally a charged situation when you come back injured from a mission, but today's different and you're not sure why.

A hiss escapes your lips as Felix touches around your calf and he quickly moves his hands back up, resting them against the denim of your shorts on your thighs. You take a chance glancing at his face, but his head is hanging down as he squeezes.

"Feixuh-" you start, but he shakes his head harshly, squeezing your thighs harder, a silent beg from him, and you sigh, but go quiet, sliding your hands ontop of his.

He threads your fingers together, gripping them tight like you'll slip through if he doesn't. He rubs his thumbs up and down your hands, grip getting uncomfortably tight as his shoulders start to shake.

"I thought you weren't gunna come back this time, y/n." His whisper is harsh, like he's having to rip it from his throat to get it out. Like if he says it, then it'll come true and you'll disappear right infront of him.

"They came back with a barely conscious Chan, and you. weren't. there." He growls the last bit, voice going hard as he gets louder as he recounts what happened, "Hyunjin and Seungmin wouldn't even look me in the face as they dragged Chan to the infirmary! Minho refused to let me come with to get you! You could of died y/n! And I would of- what could i- if you-" his voice finally cracks, snapping as a sob tears out of his throat as he buries his face into your lap.

You can feel the burning in your throat and behind your eyes as you try to keep your own tears locked away. You remove a hand from his grip and run it through his hair as he sobs quietly into your lap. You scratch slightly at his scalp before you start again.

"Feixuh-"

He shakes his head one more time, still too upset to hear his own nickname.

You huff slightly, but comply. "Felix, I had to send them back first. You know Minho can only take three-"

His head shoots up as he looks you in the eye, his voice begging as he cuts you off.

"Why couldn't it of been you?"

You smile ruefully, moving your hands to cup his face and wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"You know I had to stay behind. No one else could protect themselves while also protecting the others."

He opens his mouth to interject, but you continue over him.

"The plan didn't go how it was supposed to and the first priority was getting Chan and everyone else out of there. I couldn't risk someone else getting hurt just to stay with me-"

He whines loudly, the noise slightly guttural from the back of his throat. His chest jumps up and down haphazardly as his breathing quickens.

"But what if they'd gotten through your shield, y/n? More than they did! Who knows what could of happened! They could of killed you! Or worse! And then -"

You cover his mouth with your hand, the other moving to the nape of his neck as you rub it, trying to soothe him.

"But they didn't. And I'm okay and right here. And everyone's back safe and sound."

He huffs against your hand and you remove it, leaning forward to place your forehead against his. You both stare at eachother as he starts regulating his breathing in time with yours.

You feel his hand go to the nape of your neck, fingers tight against your neck as you both hold the other close, both your eyes closing as you take a moment to rest, supporting each other.

"Everyone's safe.." He mumbles, and you nod slightly against him. He takes another breath, sliding his hand from your neck to cup your cheek softly. You open your eyes to see him looking at you, a sad, watery half smile greeting you before he backs away and stands up.

"Come on. Let's go get you checked out."

He holds his hand out, and you take it, shifting into him as you stand up to keep the weight off your leg. He moves your arm around his shoulder as he stoops down to pick you up, your knees hooking over his arm. You rest your head against the junction of his neck and shoulder and close your eyes as he carries you out of the room and to the infirmary.

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[ghostofwriting]

in London: but in my mind I play it back

Rafe x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Note: Another random drabble idea that popped into my head. This can be read as a stand-alone but it is the same Rafe and Reader as in London: I break done cause you're not around I might continue doing angst drabbles for this and by that I mean I have one other idea rattling inside my brain for this universe.

Not KS related.

Word Count: 914

Summary: Rafe sees her for the first time in years. He learns something that shows him he needs to let go.

He didn’t want to wake up today. Something was telling him to stay in bed a little longer and take his time.

He’s older now, more disciplined. Even on his day off he has to be out of bed and doing something. Today it was going to the grocery store. 

He freezes when he sees her in the parking lot as he’s grabbing his reusable bags from the backseat of his truck. Her hair looks freshly cut and styled. The breeze makes her look like she’s just stepped out of a magazine shoot. 

She looks older,  grown up and just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. His breath is shallow as she turns around with the empty shopping cart ready to put it away. 

Their eyes meet for the first time in years. Hers go wide when she notices him. 

He didn’t want to wake up today. 

“Hey.” He says awkwardly. He’s fidgeting with the straps of the bags in his hand and bouncing from one foot to the other. 

“Hi.” She gives him a small wave, her body turned, slightly as she pushes the shopping cart into another one. 

“How are you? Been a long time.” He walks closer to her but keeps a good distance between them.

She bods agreeing with his statement, “I’m well! How have you been?” 

“Good, yeah, no I’ve been good.” Her body is still halfway turned to him. Showing him that she can’t stay for long. 

“You look good.” He has no filter when it comes to her. Wants to be polite and not tell her that he’s still in love with her. That he’ll probably never not be. 

“Thank you. You too.” She motions in the direction of her car, opening her mouth to say something but he cuts her off.

“Are you here to see family?” She doesn’t come to the outer banks anymore. No one ever sees her around. She lives in London. That’s all he knows. He thinks back to the days when he knew every little thing about her. The smell of her perfume, how many sugars she took in her coffee, the looks she gave him and the meanings behind every little micro expression. When she loved him.

“Uh-“ she swallows and smiles, “I’m here for my wedding.”

His mouth goes dry. His hands start to shake so he puts them in fists and digs his nails into his palm to stop the pain from spreading into his heart. She stares at him, a soft smile still on her lips. She’s so beautiful he could die right now and be content with it. Seeing her happy would be enough for him even if it’s not directed at him like it used to be. 

She’s getting married. The girl he gave a promise ring to in their last year of high school is getting married and it’s not to him. Because he fucked up. Because she stopped looking at him like that the minute he betrayed her. His heart aches. It tells him to do something. To tell her that he loves her, get on his knees, and beg her to run away with him. It screams at him to stop the wedding. To fight one more time and leave a fire in his wake so she has no choice but to follow. 

He can’t do that to her. He ruined her one too many times, he’s hurt her enough. She deserves better than him. She deserves to be happy. Deserves someone who didn’t sleep with her best friend. It hurts. It kills him to think this way. He wishes he could be the guy waiting on the other end of the aisle. He isn’t. Not in this life at least. He only has himself to blame. 

“Congratulations.” He tells her. His hands still in fists at his side. 

“Thank you!” She smiles wider, “It was nice to see you, I should get going.” She goes to turn around again but he can’t let her leave. Not yet. 

“Are you happy?” He swallows.

She nods at him, “so happy.” His heart leaps for her once more. 

“Good. Yeah, you deserve that.” 

“Thank you, Rafe.” He hasn’t heard her say his name without hostility in such a long time. He melts at the sound of it leaving her lips. 

He loves her. God does he love her. 

And he lost her. 

“Bye, Rafe.” She waves.

“Bye.” He whispers to himself, watching her walk away and get into her car. 

The next time he sees her, if he sees her, she’ll be married. The woman he loves will be gone. 

Anyone who knows him will know that after all these years he was still holding out hope. He thought that one day he would gather enough courage to go find her in London and make her believe him when he told her he had changed. He would fight for her and their love and he would be the one to get down on one knee and ask her for forever. 

He dreamed that they would bump into each other at the beach by Tannyhill because she would be drawn there by their memories and he would ask her to come inside and they would start their journey back to each other. 

She’s getting married. This weekend she’s getting married. 

That alone leaves him empty of all the hopes and dreams.

He lets go. 

He didn’t want to wake up today.