#Tbc x reader

[donniexv]

☆ THE BREAKFAST CLUB ; these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through

GENERAL CAST ;

" Sincerely yours, The breakfast club. "

⥼ " WHATS FOR BREAKFAST ? " ★ " how you met them ."

—⋆ CLAIRE STANDISH ;

" It's not like I'm a defective or anything. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ ANDREW CLARK ;

" I mean we're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all.. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ JOHN BENDER ;

" Sweets...you couldn't ignore me if you tried! "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ ALLISON REYNOLDS ;

" When you grow up, your heart dies. "

⥼ ✖

—⋆ BRIAN JOHNSON ;

" what do you care? You see us as you want to see us. "

⥼ ✖

[ohmyenjolrass]

can i call you tonight? | andrew clark x reader

summary: after spending all saturday together and sharing a kiss with andrew clark, you would not imagine that he would talk to you on monday at school

warnings: none, just andy being a sweetheart <3

pairings: andrew clark x fem!reader

words: 696

n/a: so i just rewatched the breakfast club and i love andy so much i could die. i wanted to write something about him. sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language :)

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Monday, March 26th, 1984.

After spending a Saturday in detention and enjoying it way more than you expected, it was time to return to reality. You got off the bus with one thing and one thing only in your mind.

Andrew Clark kissed you on Saturday.

You didn’t know how was the situation between the two of you. You’d grown fond of each other after spending all day together in detention, and even though you would never admit it out loud, you had always had a little crush on him.

You entered the school and walked straight to your locker. You had no time to think about your feelings, with your focus on the Chemistry class you feared you’d fail. You noticed someone standing by your side as you left the stuff you didn’t need and picked up what was necessary for Chemistry class.

“Hey, Brian. What’s up?”

The blond smiled shyly. On Saturday, he said that he considered you his friends and that he would say hi to you in the corridor if he saw you. You thought that was truly sweet, and it just showed how much of a good person Brian was.

“Hey. Just wanted to say good morning. How was your Sunday?”

“It wasn’t bad. I attended a family brunch. What about you?”

“I didn’t do anything interesting. Studied a lot.”

“Good.”, the bell rang. “Hey, I gotta go. I cannot be late for Chemistry again. Mrs Wilson will kill me. Catch you later?”

“Sure. Bye!”, you waved as you fled through the corridor. Luckily, you arrived just in time, a minute or two before Mrs Wilson entered the room. She started explaining something about the Periodic Table of Elements that you couldn’t understand no matter how hard you tried.

“Psst, y/n.”, someone whispered behind you. “Y/n.”

“Sssh, I’m trying to understand this.”, you whispered back.

You started feeling little taps on your shoulder, which were kind of annoying. You turned around. “What?”

Behind you, Andrew smiled broader than ever. You blushed a little before turning back around. You really needed to pay attention to class, and you had been enough times in detention for speaking too much in class.

One hour later, when the class finished, you took your things and went back to your locker. Then, you went up the stairs for your next class.

“Y/n, hey!”, you heard Andrew somewhere in the corridor. “Wait up!”

You froze in the middle of the stairs, not knowing how to react. You haven’t spoken to him ever since he kissed you last Saturday and you weren’t sure about his feelings towards you.

You saw him climbing up the stairs to meet you, and you couldn’t help to smile a little bit.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You really ignored me in Chemistry class.”, he laughed.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Chemistry is hell for me, I really need to pass the subject.”, you said, smiling. “So, what did you want?”

“Oh, yeah.”, he opened his notebook and ripped out a tiny piece of paper. “Write your phone number there.”

“What for?”

“That way I can call you tonight.”, you noticed how Andy’s cheeks turned softly pink. “I mean, if you are okay with it.”

"Yeah, of course.", you scribbled your house phone number and gave the paper back to him.

Andrew smiled proudly as he pocketed it. Then, he looked back at you. "So, can I call you tonight?"

"Sure. 7 o'clock?"

"Perfect.", he smiled one last time and kissed you on the cheek, only to run down the stairs again. "Look for me at lunch! I want to eat with you!"

You stayed in the stairs, watching him go back to the corridor and smiled to yourself like an idiot.

"So you two are going serious? Damn, I never thought you would end up with a sportsman."

You looked up only to see Bender smirking at you. You gave him the finger jokingly as he laughed.

"Fuck you, Bender.", you said, going past him.

"Oh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

You laughed soundly as you went to your classroom, hoping it would pass quickly so you could see Andrew again.

[ms0milk]

no cw so self indulgent, farmhand nanami showed up from nowhere like he was made in a lab to bewitch you <1k

He would look better on horseback this morning, cantering through fog falling cold from the mountains. Nanami is a handsome rider and he’s strong enough to do it well. His hips roll like they should in a saddle and his hair was always meant to be mussed by a breeze. Reins fit nicely in his golden hands. Regal might be a word you use as you bundle up in your doorway, watching the man emerge from a quickly-overgrowing gate at dawn. A word you might use if Nanami was actually on horseback and not leading your horse on foot, clearly mired with bramble thorns from waist to boot.

He’s wearing your hat. Nanami draws it low to hide his face and your sweet horse nips at his hand as they walk together; their gaits are both heavy with sleep. He’s never once looked disheveled but this morning his clothes hang quite well over his jeans where he’s usually so careful to tuck them in and in all he embodies the farmhand’s equivalent for wearing odd shoes to carry groceries inside.

A canvas coat that is clearly much too small on his broad shoulders, is thrown over a dress shirt– possibly two– you’ve never seen before and he couldn’t even manage to button one closed. His undershirt glows obnoxiously underneath as it hugs the shapes of his firm body. It’s a blessing to watch, a thought you will keep to yourself, and you open your door a bit wider in invitation.

“Early ride?”

He peers out under his brim at the sound of a voice and tips the hat off his head with a quickness when he sees you. He tightens his sleepy posture. Your pretty cream gelding is returned to his stall for breakfast before Nanami answers your question.

The only thing between the back stalls and your front door is moss. The earth this farm belongs to is wet with life. A thousand horseshoes have flatted the walkway like pressed powder and still the dandelions grow, pollen falls, petals fall, rain falls, snow falls freezes and melts and still your stables are warm and your dusty clearings grow grasses. You tighten your shawl around your shoulders. The morning fields are all mist and the sun can’t be bothered to warm you.

If you surprised him, it doesn’t show. Dewed pebbles crunch under Nanami’s boots as he crosses the clearing to reach you, you standing chilly in your sleepshirt with coffee brewing in the kitchen. You’d like to know why he’s wearing half the bramble patch as pants.

“M’sorry miss,” he rasps like he hasn’t spoken yet today and a quick twitch of his brows is the only thing that hints at embarrassment. Man of few words. English doesn’t seem to be his first language but he won’t tell anyone a thing about himself past what you all can observe. He works well, he works quietly. The animals love him and he doesn’t mind a bit of dirt. Nanami showed up in town a few months ago and the old boss hired him outright when she saw him in a full suit at sunday market. Horndog. She knew how good he’d look in chaps.

“Excuse my thieving” he murmurs this time to keep his voice soft and hangs your hat on the horn beside your door.

“Don’t call me miss, Mr. Nanami.”

“Excuse that too.”

Your hat hugged him too tight and his hair suffers for it, blond bits stuck flat to his head like a teenager with bedhead. He has to hang his head low to look at you for how much taller he is and you haven’t decided whether his dedication to eye contact is chivalry or flirtation. He’ll look through you to the bone with those sharp brown eyes, even if you’ve only just whistled good morning. Something inside him can’t help but call you miss.

“I’d love to hear this story,” you yawn slightly and gesture to his outfit, “I put a pot on.”

Nanami’s head tilts so slightly as he considers all the ways he might decline such an imposing offer but when you bump the door open a touch and bitter, bread, and jam roll out into the morning air you know you’ve got him. After all, what cowboy can resist coffee?

farmhand nanami tag <3

[inkheartedwanderer]

what friends are for || the breakfast club

tbc x reader // mostly allison and brian bc losers unite (platonic!)

content: a small snippet of monday morning after detention. 

word count: 2.3k

“I don’t have any friends…”

“Well, if you did?”

“No… I don’t think the kind of friends I’d have would mind...”

Allison’s words resonate in your brain as you walk up the stairs and into the busy entrance of Shermer High School on Monday, March 26th, 1984. Waves of people swarm around you, as you make your way towards your locker, down the hall and to the right; the buzz of the early morning ringing in your ears like the static from the broken radio of your car. It’s a stark contrast to the emptiness these same corridors held just two days ago, and it almost feels like Saturday was a fever dream, hazy and overwhelming.

But everything that went down on Saturday was real -the screaming and the crying, the accusations and the confessions. The bonding. The fleeting illusion of a budding friendship with five other kids, all of you so different from one another, but so similar in one too many ways, all of you broken and lost. A part of you wants things to go back to normal, ignore the people that now know too much about you, more than anyone else ever has. Another part of you, a corner of your heart, small but pulsating like an open wound, wants to prove Claire wrong, prove her that the perfectly constructed social hierarchy of Shermer High means nothing if you just try. 

You don’t have as much to lose as Andy or Claire herself, but you don’t have as much to gain as Brian, Allison, or even Bender, either. People know you. People like you. You’re nice. Or you were, before you punched your best… ex-best friend right in the eye (and right in front of a teacher). But she had it coming, after her continuous not-so-subtle snide remarks about your problems at home that morning, the reason why you try so hard to be a good student, a good person, even if you slip from time to time. 

Your white sneakers squeak against the linoleum floor when you turn around the corner and the first thing you see is her in front of her open locker, applying concealer above her cheekbone with gentle pats of her middle finger; she’s surrounded by the other girls in your group, who are loudly asking her about the bruise that adorns her pale face. She won’t tell anyone it was you and you know it, but you’re unsure she’ll let you come near her and your friends anymore. Her eyes meet yours and her face hardens in a second. It’s obvious you’re not welcome. You would care, but it’s not her you are actually looking for.

A voice, gentle but firm calls you from behind. You look over your shoulder. Soft, meek Brian is gingerly making his way towards you, poorly hiding his nervousness as he approaches. You offer him a smile and turn completely, waving as he stops in front of you. “Hey, Brian.” He visibly relaxes at your tone, his lips turning upwards, braces on display. “What’s up? Did you have a nice Sunday?”

He nods vigorously, happy that you haven’t ignored him. Not that you would’ve before, but he doesn’t know that. “I studied for the Math exam we have on Friday, then started reading a new comic book. I’m almost done with it.”

“Cool.”

A few seconds pass and Brian shifts his weight from foot to foot. He looks at his shoes, then steals a glance your way. “That’s a nice sweater,” he points at your light purple knit jumper “it looks good on you. The yellow one from Saturday was pretty, too.” You nod and look at him expectantly, in teasing silence, biting the inside of your cheek trying to hide a smile. There’s a faint pink tint dusting his cheeks. You’re pretty sure he has a small crush on you, and he’s so obvious and awkward about it that it’s endearing. 

Brian clears his throat and turns to his left, pointing to a group of boys huddling together around a locker a few feet away. “Those are my friends.” He says, matter-of-factly. They are staring at you like you’ve got two heads, somewhere between fascinated and terrified. You share a few classes with one of them, a tall and lanky guy with thick-rimmed glasses who talks very fast.

“Right,” You wave at them, “I know Freddie.” The boys wave back with hesitancy, studying Brian and you with cautious eyes. 

“That’s awesome, then.” Brian claps his hands together, leaning in confidentially. “They say it’s cool if you want to join us for lunch. You’re welcome at our table. Today or whenever” He smiles, pleased with himself, proud that he didn’t stutter while talking to you.

It isn’t hard to agree, considering you are now virtually friendless. “Sure, why not?” You say, sounding more nonchalant than you feel. And Brian’s face lits up, eyes twinkling under the fluorescent lights. You know what he’s thinking. Suck on that, Claire. Screw cliques. “Listen, have you-” The bell rings loudly, its grating sound piercing across the hall and signaling the beginning of the classes. You tsk and hold the boy’s arm before can walk away. “Have you seen Allison?”

Brian, who is trying to go back to his friends before they leave without him, stops in his tracks and looks at the ceiling, retracing his steps since he arrived at school earlier this morning. “No, I don’t think I have.” You drop your hand, let it fall against your jean-clad thigh in defeat. The crowd is dispersing and she’s nowhere to be seen, not in this hallway, at least. When you sigh, Brian speaks again. “She won’t be hard to find, though. If you do, tell her to come, too. For lunch.” And after giving you a thumbs up, he turns around and leaves.

                                                         -

It’s during the long break between the third and fourth periods that you manage to find Allison. She’s alone, pressing against a locker in the far corner of the arts hall near the library, clutching the strap of her grey bag with a death grip and looking intently at everyone passing her by.

Although she’s wearing all black again, an ink stain in an ocean of bright red lockers and yellow walls, and dark liner around her eyes, you notice as you get closer to her that she’s pinned her bangs back with two small hairpins.

She gasps when she spots you, a deep inspiration that shakes her whole body, and her smile is timid when you reach her side. Yours, however, is wide and sunny, and her face brights up like a child’s, a silent hello falling from her lips.

Two days earlier, when Allison stated softly I don’t have any friends, you swore your heart broke a little. Sure, she was a bit weird and showed questionable eating habits, but by the time you all sat at the back of the library to talk, you had grown fond of the girl; and it made you indescribably sad to see the deep loneliness in her eyes. You’ve come to school this morning determined to change that. You’re still not sure how you feel about her knack for lying, though.

“Hi,” You chirp, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“You have?” Her tone is awestruck, like she can’t believe anyone would look for her, and she’s breathing very hard.

You laugh. “Yeah, I tried to catch you this morning, but the bell rang before I could.”

The girl nods very slowly, taking in your words. Her smile grows bigger, more genuine and less tentative. “I was late today.” She touches her hair inadvertently, patting her short locks where they are pinned back.

“I’m digging the new look.”

Allison looks like she’s on the verge of tears (happy, you hope) when she thanks you with a choked voice.

You’re about to speak when a loud voice makes you jump.

“Well, if this isn’t the slugger and the freak.” 

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you look over Allison’s shoulder. John Bender is sauntering towards you with a smug smile and his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket. He’s put a cigarette behind his ear, which is adorned with a shiny diamond earring. He’s got a slightly chaotic energy about him that used to make you nervous before you got to officially meet him, but now it’s easier for you to spot the mischievous -if not playful- gleam in his eyes when he’s trying to be amicable. 

“That’s rich coming from you.” You still haven’t mastered the art of deadpanning, but you try. “Broken any laws lately?”

Allison snickers beside you, face towards the floor but eyes bouncing from him to you. 

Bender squints, then makes a noise, a mix between a snort and a cackle. “Not yet,” he mimics your mock shock expression, “but t’s still early, sweets, don’t worry.” With a two finger salute, he begins to walk backwards, away from you. “Don’t punch anyone today.”

He makes a scene, demanding attention, tall and boisterous as he jumps and hits a banner that’s hanging from the ceiling. It wrinkles with a loud crack and comes off on one side. John lands too close to a group of girls, getting a fuss from them. 

“Look!” Allison nudges you and directs your attention towards one of the girls. Leaning on one shoulder against a locker, with her fiery red hair shining like silk and her pink lips pursed, Claire is staring at Bender with such intensity you’re afraid she might burn a hole in his jacket. Whether that’s good or bad, you’re not sure; but the smug smirk that spreads across his face when he makes eye contact with her tells you that’s exactly the reaction he was expecting.

You turn your attention back to the girl beside you, her brown eyes trained on you, blinking slowly. A bit weird, but who cares, you think. “So,” you begin, placing your hand on her elbow, gently, “Brian and his friends say we’re welcome to sit with them today, in the cafeteria.” Her eyes go wide and she makes a noise at the back of her throat. Feeling encouraged, you link your arm through hers and begin walking slowly down the corridor. “I think it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, I think so.” She seems somewhat nervous, but lets you lead the way without resisting. “Did he really say I can go too?” 

“Of couse! He explicitly told me to tell you.”

Allison beams, squeezing your arm with cold fingers. 

Some people give you a few weird looks as you walk past. Others know you and wave, although their eyebrows furrow in confusion, surprised that your best friend isn’t by your side, puzzled that the resident weirdo is.

The wrestling team is gathered around a drinking fountain, a rowdy group of clean-cut boys in matching blue letterman jackets, making it hard not to notice them. Andrew’s piercing blue eyes find Allison without trouble, and he looks at her like a lovesick puppy when their gazes meet. His smile is timid when he nods, more valiant when the girl waves at him.

He hesitates for a long second as you two approach, getting closer to them and closer to walking away; and, with a surge of courage, steps in front of you and speaks lowly, voice full of warmth. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Allison looks at the floor.

“You look lovely.” It’s barely a whisper, but the girl’s cheeks turn hot pink and you smile. You’re not usually a fan of being a third wheel, but they’re both so nervous you can’t really say anything, can you? 

Andrew isn’t paying attention to you, completely focused on Allison, tracing her face with his eyes, smiling dopely. He takes his hand out of his pocket and offers her a piece of white paper, wrinkled and torn from a notebook. “I wanted to give you this. Call me, will you?” And steps back to his spot at the back of his team as if nothing had happened.

His number is neatly written with blue ink, a small smiley face at the bottom of the note. When you giggle, Allison giggles with you.

“I think he likes you.” 

“Shut up.” There’s no bite or malice in her words.

“It’s cute.” 

“Should I call him?” She’s staring at the piece of paper as if it were made of gold.

You’re escandalised. “Of course! Call him today after school. The wrestling team doesn’t train on Mondays.” 

“What do I say?”

“Well, first you say hi and- hey,” an idea pops into your head like a lightbulb turning on, “what if I go over today? To your house. I can help you figure out what to say and then I’ll let you call him by yourself.”

Her brows crease in the middle. “No one’s ever been to my house before.” She says it slowly, almost void of emotion.

Oh. You have a good idea of how awful her parents were -they own a big house, pretty but cold, and never pay their daughter much attention. Maybe you have overstepped. Maybe Allison dislikes visitors as much as you do. Maybe she avoids her place if she can, too.

But then she nods slowly. “But if you want to help me, I’d- I’d like that.”

You sigh, relieved, when she speaks again. Uncertain, confused, trying to figure you out. “Why would you do this for me?”

“Mmmh,” you rub her arm, “that’s what friends are for, Allison.”

“Friends?” You nod and think you’ll say it as many times as she asks you to just to see her like this again -she seems happy, happier than you’ve seen her before. You recognise the twinkle of hope in her eyes, the apple red excitement on her cheeks. The realisation, she doesn’t have to be alone, not anymore. 

                                                  🌷 🌷 🌷

a/n: Is The Breakfast Club fandom active at all? I hope it is, because after this year’s rewatch I have a lot of feelings. I’m sorry about my bias for our two losers here, I love Allison and Brian so much ♡♡♡

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated :) ♡

[enihk-writes]

[thunder bolts in a clear sky]

cross-posted on AO3 (hiatus there until further notice)

pairing: mhdd!chung myung x afab!she/her!reader (undecided)

OC x afab!she/her!reader (doomed yuri) mhdd!chung myung + afab!she/her!reader (queer-platonic attraction that's not inherently sexual or romantic and not fully platonic either, reader is going to end up being very aroace if that's not how you roll then... sorry i guess...)

plot overview: reader is a person from an unspecified distant future, reincarnated into the current mount hua timeline after facing execution for multiple low-level crimes among other false accusations. the chapters will switch between her current timeline and ones which will delve into her past — introducing the world she came from and the people she knew in more depth.

will be attempting to explore the difference in philosophies between reader and chung myung — nihilism in that nothing you do will ever matter vs chung myung who strives to create a better future that he might not even have a chance to see. reader who can connect with people around her vs chung myung who has trouble opening up and trusting others with his burdens... among other topics i.e. reader's feeling of alienation in both lives as someone who physically does not look like she belongs in this community

content warning: canon-typical violence // blood and violence // gore // body horror // execution // torture // emotional manipulation // implied and referenced child abuse // grooming // child soldiers // post-traumatic stress disorder - ptsd // unhealthy coping mechanisms // war crimes // government experimentation // government conspiracy // government agencies // disability // flawed justice system // other additional tags to be added + tags may change

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ROSIE @SPIKEDFEARN FIC MASTERLIST

Multi-Chapter

☆ I Said Just a Little Bit, Then I Got a Taste of It (WIP)

☆ Fight So Dirty but Your Love So Sweet, Talk So Pretty but Your Heart Got Teeth (TBC)

Two-Three Shots

☆ Let's Make Love, That Be the Only Reason That You Hit Me Up (WIP)

One-Shots

☆ I Could Fly Home, With My Eyes Closed (TBC)

[mattisthehottest]

Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love

pairing: princess!readerxpeasent!matt

Summary: When the pressured princess runs into the low peasant boy Matt

word count:372

Warnings: pressuring into marriage, fighting with parents, NOT PROOFREAD, that should be all

a/n: Inspired by a lot of writers on here.

-xoxo akua

"Princes, princess, wake up!" I open my eyes, maids running around my room. this is my normal routine. "Princess, we must hurry. Your father is calling for you." I get rushed out of bed and pulled into the bathroom.

-"Yes, father?" I stand in front of the throne in a long blue gown, with gold lace designs. My father is sitting on the throne in the middle while the throne to his right is empty.The queen, my mother, fell sick to an illness that the royal physicians are still looking for a cure.

"Y/n," my father calls, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up, seeing his cold demeanor change into one of worry. "Fath-" i start, but I am quickly cut off by him. "You need to marry soon." We've talked about this before, and it always ends the same, in an argument.

"Father, I don't want to marry, plus we haven't loo-" "You dont have a choice!" my father yells. "But it's my life which makes it my choice!" I yell back. Im so angry that I feel my body starts to shake. "You have three months to find a suitable husband." I opened my mouth to respond, but my father dismissed me.

●Matt's pov●

"Matt, come on," I hear Chris complaining. "If you helped, I wouldn't be so slow." I say, carrying a full basket of coal. This Chris guy is actually my brother. We're triplets, but Nick is at home.

We make our way home after going around buying things that are necessary. "We're back!" Chris yells. "Chris, can either you or Matt go out and buy some vegetables and seasoning?" Nick replies, and Chris immediately says, "Matt will go. "

I have one bag in arm searching for the vegetables. As I make my way through the crowd of people, I trip and fall onto a young lady. The position we land in is a bit...intimate. I

look at her face, seeing a slight blush.I quickly stand up to help her up. "I am so sorry, Miss...?" She hesitates before saying, "Y/n." Her name sounds really similar, but before i have time to question, she quickly writes me a note before running away.

[spidervee]

Just a snippet of a little story I can’t get out of my head. I don’t know if I’ll finish it (my Britishisms are poor af) but I like this part, so… tangerine x fem!reader ft. cursing and sexual tension 🌻🐝

 “S’fuckin’ hot enough to melt balls,” Tangerine grunts. Lemon looks defeated, shaking his head and sucking his teeth. 

“C’mon now, bruv, we’ve got a lady guest.” 

Tangerine smirks, a devil trimmed in Tom Ford’s finest. Before his mouth even opens, you know whatever comes out of it will be at your expense. The fire dancing in his eyes as he sweeps his gaze over you, lingering where you jut your lip out in defiance, tells you he’s in a teasing mood. 

“Where?” 

You huff, not offended but irritated. Two can play at this game, and sure, you’re the one tied to a chair with a split lip, but you know that the dress you’re wearing gives you an advantage. So bring it on, motherfucker. 

“Don’t be a twat,” Lemon chastises his brother, a well placed elbow to the ribs. Tangerine slinks out of Lemon’s way with a scowl, his fingers twitching as they toy with the lighter in his hands. 

“He can’t help it,” you chime in before Tangerine can say anything. “S’kinda his thing.” 

The look that Tangerine gives you as he flicks the lighter shut one last time and pockets it sends a tremor straight down your spine. 

You’ve won this point, apparently. But you know the game doesn’t end until one of you lands firmly on top of the other and one is pressed between body and bed (or any other sturdy surface, really; or that one unfortunate ironing board). 

[tasty-violence]

Hurt - Sun/Reader, Moon/Reader

Reader - they/them, Sun & Moon - he/they

You were just trying to do your job. Somehow, while exhaustively trying to please your automaton coworkers, you had disappointed them. You don't know how, you don't know when. If you knew how to, you would fix it.

"I got it." Sun states snippily, taking a barrel from your hands. "You will ta-take-take too long."

You grumble under your breath, face burning as you move to sweep the floor. The kids seemed to be especially messy today- glitter was everywhere on the floor, much to your dismay. You were certain that it would take years to get every bit of plastic out from the nooks and crannies of the padded floor.

Doing the best you could; you're acutely aware of Sun's eyes on you. Ignoring his looming presence, you got on your hands and knees to try and get at the glitter that slid between the floor pads. You knew he was just itching to insult you. It's all they had been doing all day.

Satisfied with your work, you sit back on your heels and toss the paper towel you had been using into the trash.

"Please do not throw things in the daycare!"

Rolling your eyes, you get to your feet and meander to the timeclock.

"Okay Mr. Sun. I'm done for the day, unless there's anything else you need?" You call, fingers hovering over the timeclock while you waited your response.

"Your resignation letter would be great-great-great!" They snap back; causing your face to flush even worse.

The needlessly aggressive comments were getting to you. You were only so tolerant.

Why did they hate you so?

End part 1.

[lilithbasically]

So I Can See You Pt 3

Midoriya x Reader x Shoto

A.N.: The initial story has really gotten away from me but I’m enjoying where my brain is going so we’re gonna chase this dragon. Thanks for sticking around, bbies 🥺🖤 For those interested in PITA, I still haven’t settled on an ending I like. Feel free to suggest ideas to me though; I want to do it justice.

New Warnings: Pretty much a RH. There’s a werewolf, incubus, dragon shifter, and a human with 💥abilities💥 but most of that will be discussed in the next part. Read Prev. Warnings for now

Your shrill scream tears through your subconscious and jolts you awake. Anxious clarity fills your senses, giving you a moment of hyper-vigilance. Your hand flies to your abdomen, where you swear you'll find a gaping, bleeding wound. You find nothing of the sort but, you find it peculiar that a dull ache is present. Your eyes dart from one dark corner of the room to another, desperately trying to ensure there are no intruders lurking in the shadows.

Once satisfied, you turn off the television and head into the kitchen to check the set of French doors; if only to settle your shot-to-hell nerves. The chair is still propped against them so you know you hadn't imagined that part of your night. Checking the time you realize it's only been an hour since you sat back down to finish the movie.

"My senses are just in overdrive right now. That man was pretty hot so it makes sense I would have a sex dream about him and the movie as a background probably didn't help matters. A simple case of the conscious and subconscious minds briefly meeting and causing a bit of confusion. I'll just go to bed, get some really good rest, and start fresh tomorrow."

As hard as you tried to keep your eyes closed, your gaze couldn't be torn away from your window. A few times you could have sworn you saw the light of a small screen, a cell phone maybe, brighten in an indiscernible spot along the tree line. Blaming it on the wind simply shifting shadows, you turn your attention to the moving darkness. Not just swaying branches in the unruly wind; No. There IS something out there...watching...waiting. The darkness is literally getting closer. The uncanny vividness of your dream is called into question as you drift into an unprecedented slumber, the wetness between your legs serving as a stark reminder of the very real sensations you experienced just a little while ago.

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Midoriya's nose twitches at the hint of your scent still on his shirt. No doubt his split-haired friend could smell you all over him but, he knew what temptation he was signing up for. Midoriya retrieves his phone from his pocket once more to call their not-so-patiently awaiting partners.

"Yeah, I found her. This is definitely the one. Shoto can attest to it. Since you're both busy, we'll meet tomorrow morning at the usual and discuss how to proceed from here."

Tired of waiting, Shoto slithers among the shadows, closing in on your bedroom window. Gripping the frame with both hands, he lifts it, just an inch.

He thought he could smell you on Midoriya?

That was nothing.

Your scent filtering out into the world overpowers everything else around; so much so, that he has to steady himself by wrapping his tail through your window and onto your wall. He breathes deeply, memorizing your scent as if he won't see you first thing in the morning at your daily breakfast stop.

Shoto releases a hiss when his friend approaches; he'd let himself get so lost in you that he hadn't heard Midoriya walk over to him. Much less notice the pair of hands and tail scorch marks he left on your window sill and wall.

"C'mon, Shoto. We've messed with her head enough tonight. You'll see her tomorrow morning and it's your watch tomorrow night. Let's go get some sleep. I'm going to go for a run but I'll meet you back home."

Shoto's eyes soften as he takes one last look at your sleeping silhouette before taking one last breath, closing your window, and seamlessly gliding back into the inky black shadows covering your yard.

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The storm made no headway against the gloomy atmosphere outside. It's the day after and dark grey clouds are still circling overhead. Rain splatters against the windows in increasingly intimidating increments.

You stand on your back porch, observing and appreciating nature working at its own pace when you finally exclaim, to no one in particular, "Rain hard as hell for two hours then quit for one. I don't understand, nor appreciate, this behavior."

'Just a raving lunatic in her swamp,' you think. 'Don't mind me, friendly neighbors. Just talking to the fuckin wind, I guess.'

But you know it's not the wind you're talking to. You've felt something...attached...to you all day. And while you could FEEL it, that doesn't exactly make it any easier to explain to anyone. You tried telling Mina but she's a firm believer in 'you reap what you sow.' So, "All those scary movies finally caught up to you!", is all the advice she had to give. Which was as unhelpful as Denki's advice.

"Bro, that sounds so fuckin intense. This is the new movie you're reviewing?"

"Denki, NO. This is my fucking life happening in real time that I just explained to you."

"Y/N, you're getting scary good at promoting movies. Oh, hey! That's, like, the perfect tag line for you!"

"Mmmkay thanks, Denki. Talk to you later. Tell Sero hi for me."

Denki is an amazing friend but when he's fried...he's fuckin fRi3d.

'Maybe that's exactly what I need though,' you think, casting glances at your stash box.

Thirty minutes later, you're as good as asleep. Slowly making your way to your bedroom, you stop when you cross the hallway in front of your front door. You turn to address what you thought was a man, but turned out to be nothing, and continue to your room. The faint smell of brick and ash combine under your nose providing a comforting atmosphere to cozy up in; effectively distracting you from a peaceful slumber.

Again, addressing no one in particular and playing on your own paranoia, you say, "Well, you smell fantastic and cozy. So, whoever has been watching me, if you're still here and swear not to hurt me, you can absolutely cuddle up to me after I fall asleep."

Moving towards your own room, you couldn't help but notice the feeling of eyes on your back.

You also couldn't help but notice the heavy but...indistinct footfalls following closely behind you.

The one thing you absolutely could not ignore, though, was the inky, sludge-covered arm; resting on your own as you turned to face the wall.

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[thesecrethistori-an]

Falling for Juanchutre:

Juanchutre x Reader

Tags: Juanchutre x Reader,

Chapter 1: Una mañana accidentada

Y/N se despertó aquel viernes con el corazón acelerado. Había dormido 7 horas, como cada día, pero apenas había descansado. Se dio una rápida ducha con agua casi hirviendo y el espejo empañado le devolvió el reflejo de una chica totalmente normal , salvo por los pronunciados surcos azulados que enmarcaban sus ojos, acusándola por no darse el descanso que merecía. Al menos sus ojeras hacían destacar más si cabe sus ojos color avellana, acentuando las motitas doradas que cubrían sus iris.

Se vistió apresuradamente, aunque a decir verdad no iba mal de tiempo, eligiendo su ropa prácticamente al azar: una camiseta desgastada de Nirvana que le quedaba demasiado grande, un grueso jersey, sus vaqueros negros y la cazadora vaquera. Era ya noviembre y quizás iba siendo hora de optar por algo que resultase más abrigoso, pero se resistía a confinar su comodísima cazadora a la profundidad de su armario hasta la primavera. "Un día más, mañana saco el abrigo", mintió.

Leyó las mismas noticias de siempre en tuiter mientras bebía su café sólo y se peleaba con su tote bag, que claramente contenía un universo paralelo en su interior, llena de cables, libretas, llaves, su portátil, bolígrafos, e infinidad de enseres inútiles.

Salió de casa dispuesta a pasar todo el trayecto en cercanías inmersa en su novela, con el volumen de la música tan alto en los auriculares que estuvo a punto de saltarse la parada de su universidad.

Echó un vistazo a su reloj: las diez y diez. Llegaba 20 minutos antes de tiempo. Se juró a sí misma que había sido una coincidencia, pero en el fondo sabía que su subconsciente la había traicionado una vez más. El motivo de sus injustificadas prisas era evidente: era viernes y quizás tuviese la oportunidad de cruzarse con él, con Juan. Sabía su nombre porque su mejor amiga Clara compartía una asignatura con él y, tras incontables interrogatorios que su amiga apenas podía responder, había ido acumulando detalles sobre el chico que atesoraba en su memoria. ¿Por qué no habría elegido ella francés como lengua optativa?

"Qué estupidez", se reprendió a sí misma mientras se dirigía a la facultad de Filosofía y Letras. Era más que evidente que alguien como él jamás se fijaría en una chica como ella... A fin de cuentas, no era como los demás estudiantes de Mundo Árabe e Islámico, recién aterrizados en la vida universitaria, tan inocentes e ingenuos, tan infantiles con sus recién cumplidos 18 años... No, Juan era diferente. Había decidido dar un giro a su monótona vida tan solo unos meses atrás, dejando una casi finalizada carrera de Derecho para volcarse en su pasión: los países de Oriente Medio.

En ese sentido, no eran tan distintos. A fin de cuentas, ella misma había descubierto que su pasión no era la biología a los pocos meses de comenzar los estudios y había decidido hacerse historiadora. Hacía ya tres años de aquello. Pero no era lo mismo, ella jamás hubiese reunido el valor de cambiarse una vez pasados cuatro años... ¡Si ni siquiera era capaz de acercársele para hablarle con el pretexto de preguntar por alguna de las optativas comunes que tendrían en el siguiente cuatrimestre!

Y/N iba absorta en sus pensamientos cuando, a través del sucio cristal de la entrada a la facultad, lo vio. Caminaba en su dirección y, antes de ser consciente de lo que hacía, se precipitó contra la gran puerta para abrirla y quizás, mantener el más mínimo contacto visual con él. Sin embargo, en su ridículo intento de aproximarse a él, Y/N olvidó por completo el resbaladizo escalón, desgastado por el incesante paso diario de decenas de alumnos. Su tropiezo fue estrepitoso, y estuvo a punto de caer de cabeza contra el suelo, pero en el último momento, mientras veía casi a cámara lenta su inevitable caída, algo (alguien) la asió fuertemente por la cintura.

– ¡Epa! ¡Deberías andar con más cuidado, la próxima vez puede que no esté aquí para sostenerte! – dijo una voz risueña y cálida.

No podía creer lo que veía. De pie frente a ella, con el cabello castaño algo revuelto y casualmente vestido con aquella elegancia que lo caracterizaba, estaba Juan. De todas las personas que podrían haber presenciado su ridícula entrada en la universidad tenía que ser precisamente él quien se encontrase no solo en primera fila, sino quien la rescatase de hacer un ridículo todavía mayor.

Apenas se había recompuesto y ya notaba el rubor subiendo por sus mejillas, intensificado aún más cuando se encontró con sus ojos a apenas unos centímetros de su cara, tras aquellas gafas de montura metálica que tan bien le quedaban. Azoradísima, tartamudeó un apenas inteligible "g-gracias, n-no, no volverá a pasar, gracias lo siento" y salió corriendo.

Si se hubiese detenido, si se hubiese girado, habría visto a un confusísimo Juan, que, plantado aún en la puerta, era esquivado por los apresurados estudiantes que salían de clase.

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Al menos aún tenía tiempo de sobra para recobrar la compostura. En el servicio, comprobó que su cabello cobrizo estaba completamente alborotado y sus mofletes seguían sonrojados.

"Felicidades, Y/N, ahora sí sabe quién eres: la chica más ridícula que ha visto en su vida".

Abandonando toda esperanza de iniciar en un futuro cercano algún acercamiento al chico de sus sueños, se dirigió a su módulo para esperar a que comenzase la clase.

Sentada junto al radiador, cuya función era prácticamente simbólica, volvió a abrir Tuiter por vigésima vez aquel día. Su timeline estaba plagada de tuits con la discusión del día, algo relacionado con criptomonedas que no podía resultarle más ridículo. De pronto, una de las molestas sugerencias basadas en los "Me gusta" de sus mutuals apareció en pantalla:

" 🤍 @Clara_navideña indicó que le gusta".

Conocía a la perfección el user. Aunque no lo seguía por vergüenza, a menudo entraba, no sin sentirse ridículamente culpable, a leer sus ingeniosas contribuciones al caos diario de la red social.

Le dio un vuelco al leer el texto del tuit. @juanchutre escribía:

"Una chica se ha apresurado a sujetarme la puerta para que saliera antes de entrar ella

Al entrar se ha tropezado y casi se cae de boca

Elijo pensar que no ha sido el escalón, simplemente se puso nerviosa por mi arrolladora y cautivadora energía"

No pudo contener una sonrisa. ¿Qué quería decir aquello? ¿Qué debía hacer ella ahora? No podía dar me gusta justo a ese tuit, sería demasiado descarado. Lo guardó y, solo por si acaso la red social que ocupaba horas de su rutina diaria llegase a desaparecer, también realizó una captura de pantalla.

Le parecía una locura y se sentía ridícula, pero aún así pensó que quizás el próximo lunes podría acercársele bajo el pretexto de disculparse por su huida tan apresurada y para agradecerle por haber evitado que hiciese un ridículo mayor. No parecía del todo descabellado.

"Ey,¡ qué pronto has llegado! ¿Pasamos dentro? " Clara había aparecido a su lado. Comprobó la hora: ya eran y media. Entró a clase, pero su cabeza estaba en otro lugar, en un vagón de tren que se alejaba hacia el centro de la ciudad, con un chico que viajaba inmerso en algún ensayo sobre algún país del Golfo.

[lnlightning81]

The Drivers - Part 1

Series Title : Younger Sister (TBC)

Summary: Being Lando Norris' sister made it surprising that it was one of your only visits to the paddock. Ollie made sure to introduce you to all the drivers and show you about.

Pairing/s: Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader, Lando Norris x Sister!reader , Grid x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

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It wasn’t exactly hard being Lando’s sister, especially when you hardly went to races. Silverstone just never matched up with when you could take holidays from your part time job and the break from school but now you were close to finishing high school and had left your part time job to travel with Lando -with him paying for literally everything because what else should brother’s do?- 

The last couple of days of school and you finally decided it was time for you to change your phone wallpaper back to your favourite picture of yourself and Lando. When Lando got moved into F1, you changed your phone wallpaper back to a less obvious picture of yourself and Lando, so you didn’t get people wanting to be your friend just because of Lando. 

Now you were at the first race you had been to in a long while -Silverstone- sat in the Mclaren garage just wanting to annoy Lando as a little sister should do but he was interviewing and you didn’t want to be in front of the camera. That’s when you saw Max walk past the garage alone. Max was basically a brother he’d been about since as long as you could remember. 

“Max” you called before jumping on his back 

“Missing LN, are we?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Lan left me in the garage alone” you pouted, and he chuckled 

“What are you going to do when you’re the only one with him?” He asked, starting to walk again. 

“Where are you going?” You asked him, resting your head on his shoulder 

“Going to find your brother to return his property” He joked, and you slapped his arm. Max laughed as he walked to the media pen, stopping next to Lando and dropping you onto the floor 

“Your property, I believe” Max tapped your head before walking away

“Lan I’m bored” You whine, and his PR manager laughed 

“You didn’t bring anything to keep her entertained?” His PR manager asked 

“I thought she’d find some random F2 driver’s girlfriend to talk to, but obviously not” I pouted, shoving him away 

“I don’t know if they’re just random people or girlfriends and family” You shrugged, and he nodded 

“Fair point, I guess. Come on I’ll introduce you to Ollie he’s over there” You nodded, following behind him as he walked away, gripping onto his wrist 

“Y/N no one’s gonna kidnap you” He laughed, and you gripped his wrist tighter

“But it’s so busy, and I don’t know where I’m going” You whine as he comes to a sudden stop, causing you to bump into his back. 

“Ollie” the older sibling smiled at the younger boy, who was just happily sipping on his drink

“Oh hey Lando. Y/N” He smiled, looking up 

“Hey” You smiled back at him

“You already know Ollie?” Lando questioned, and you nodded

“I’ve not been avoiding Formula racing all together or living under a rock” You shrugged

“And he knows you?” Lando looked between the two of you.

“Ollie follows me on instagram. I became quite the popular girl at school” You giggle thinking back to prom when you were being questioned on how you were now followed by not only Lando but Oliver Bearman. What Lando didn’t need to know is that you two were secretly texting and had plans to go for ice cream after his sprint race while Lando was doing whatever practice. 

“Okay well bye. I’ll see you in an hour” Lando walked away, and that’s when it became awkward 

“You’ve definitely not been to a race in a while” Ollie chuckled, taking your smaller hand in his larger hand and moving you out of the media pen.

“They’re scary. There’s always so many people here, and I never know who I’m allowed to be talking to” you pouted 

“Come on I’ll introduce you to the drivers, some of them anyway” Ollie led you back into the paddock and in between all the different motorhomes starting with Ferrari as he was meant to be in there anyway.

“We’ll start with Ferrari because at least if you get lost, you can’t miss the bright red” He grinned, leading you inside and over to a couple of people talking. Charles and Carlos. You obviously knew who the drivers were. They just didn’t know who you were. 

“Done with your interviews?” Charles asked, and Ollie nodded

“Yeah, I finished those. Now I’m showing Y/N about the place” He smiled as both the Ferrari drivers looked at you. 

“Girlfriend?” Carlos asked, and Ollie shook his head as you laughed 

“Lando’s sister. I don’t know how I ended up with her” Ollie replied, and you looked up at him slightly offended

“Lando’s sister?” Charles repeated, and you nodded 

“Lando has another sister?” Carlos asked. 

“We didn’t meet while you were teammates. I was still quite busy with school. It’s been my first race for a while. I don’t know many people here” you replied as he nodded slowly 

“You look like Lando, to be honest” Charles tilted his head 

“It’s the curls” You shrugged as Ollie took your hand again 

“Next garage” He cheered, pulling you out. You gave a polite wave to the Ferrari drivers as Ollie pulled you to the Red Bull garage. You knew Max. When you stayed with Lando during holidays or lockdown, he would stream with Max. 

“Hey Y/N” Max smiled, wrapping you in a hug

“Finally! A familiar face” You hummed hugging him back 

“What happened to me introducing you to everyone?” Ollie asked, and you smiled, turning to look at him as you pulled back from the hug 

“Max and Lando are like best friends. Lando has a thing about people called Max” You joked as Max Fewtrell walked up behind you

“What about us Max’s?” He asked, causing you to jump and let out a scream 

“Bog off Max” you replied 

“Ohh not the Tracy Beaker line” He joked, and you rolled your eyes. Both Lando and Max still had a thing about you swearing, not like you were legally an adult, so you resorted to saying ‘Bog off’

“Are you lost? Do I need to carry you back to Lando”? He asked, and you shook your head

“Ollie is showing me about and introducing me to different people” You smiled, and he nodded, ruffling your hair 

“Well P is lost, so I’m gonna go find her. Be safe” Max walked off as Checo joined 

“Ah Checo this is Lando’s youngest sister Y/N” The Dutch man introduced you, and you smiled at Checo 

“Nice to meet you” you hummed, looking at Ollie for help. Checo and Lando weren’t exactly the best of friends. 

Ollie continued to introduce you to different drivers until it was time for him to return you to Lando - that was Lando’s words - so now you were following Ollie back to the Mclaren garage. He stopped outside, and you smiled at him 

“Thank you for showing me about” You thanked him, and he nodded

“Are we still up for ice cream tomorrow?” He asked, and you nodded 

“We are. But you’re coming to me. I still don’t know where I’m going” you replied 

“Then I’ll meet you outside here?” You smiled with a nod as Lando walked out the garage 

“Home time” He cheered, and you laughed, waving bye to Ollie as Lando walked you out of the paddock as he talked to Oscar. 

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[buckysdollbarnes]

you are in love - Masterlist

PAIRING: tfawts!bucky x grad student!reader

Summary: Moving to NYC to go to grad school, your friend's dad has a connection with the owner of a rental building in Brooklyn where you can live on your own, for cheaper than you could get anywhere else. On a student's budget, you strive to still make your place your own by thrifting as much decor as possible. Meeting your quiet and somewhat secretive neighbor, James, you gain some free labor to help you move the random stuff you buy, and with that he may be growing to love parts of the modern world he has been missing. With you in a big, new city feeling alone for the first time and Bucky wanting to make a connection with someone other than Sam and his therapist, maybe online marketplaces and a turntable will bring you both what you need most.

Warnings: beefy!bucky, injury, mild language, mentions of crime, a bit of angst, eventual smut (MINORS DNI) , kind of slow burn ig, overwhelming fluff tbh

a/n: this will be a multi-part series and I will try my very best to upload regularly, not sure how many parts that will be so there's only a few placeholders for now, but it will definitely be a bit of a longer fic! im currently in college AND working so this is a passion project <3 I'd love to hear your feedback, my asks are always open! the chapters are also all based on lyrics from Taylor Swift's You Are In Love, one of my favorite love songs of all time. hope you all enjoy!!!

one - one look, dark room

two - meant just for you

three - time moved too fast

four - you play it back

TBC

[rennalaqotfm]

𖤓 DRAGONSPEAR | J.V (MASTERLIST)

Pairing: Prince Jacaerys Velaryon x Martell Princess! Reader

Synopsys: Upon discovering Aemond Targaryen's alliance with the Triarchy, the Blacks are pushed to the point of desperation. With the war looming over the horizon, they have no choice but to turn to an unlikely ally: House Martell.

Content Warning: Smut (MDNI 18+), incest, canon-typical violence, blood and injury, alcohol consumption, slow burn, enemies to lovers, (more specific tags and TW on each individual chapter).

Chapters:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (TBC)

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[youreverydayfangirl]

he had it coming

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟa reputation series *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

face claim: sabrina carpenter (just had to because shes gorgeous)

max verstappen x singer! reader

BAD BLOOD ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where a private phone call gets leaked, no one gets the full picture and people are quick to judge

date posted: soon

I DONT WANNA LIVE FOREVERˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where the public begins to scrutinize to an unbearable point, threats are made and a specific popstar disappears

date posted: tbc

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she's gone radio silent, everyone settles down and someone begins to plot revenge

date posted: tbc

READY FOR IT ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she's adjusted to a new life, she begins to let out her feelings and she meets someone new

date posted: tbc

DELICATE ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she has reservations, everything's a bit fragile for her and hes persistent

date posted: tbc

ENDGAME ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where new beginnings are made, a second championship is one and she allows herself to fall

date posted: tbc

DRESS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she admits her feelings, he buys her dinner and they talk about the future

date posted: tbc

KING OF MY HEART ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she loudly love him, she begins a new era and he never stops loving her

date posted: tbc

DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where new rumors begin, secrets start to be revealed and they never stop loving each other

date posted: tbc

CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she finally steps into the limelight, writes one more song about her lover and begins to move on

date posted: tbc

THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one in the wake of reputation, people begin to forget and a new story is written

date posted: tbc

thanK you aIMee ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

summary: the one where she reflects on the past, calls out people who hurt her and begins her life

date posted: tbc

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NEW SERIES!!!!

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[enihk-writes]

ey so sorry for coming back out of the blue on this account, quick life update: i have an office job now, and since im working overtime alot the frequency of updates would be suuuuper slow,, right now im working on a tang gunak x reader and hopefully it'll be done and uploaded tgt with his debut. im also working on new chapters for thunderbolts (i have like 2 filler/side story chapters and im halfway through chapter 03 and chapter 03.5).

speaking abt thunderbolts, i saw the spoilers for the latest novel chapters.... chat im so.... anyways what are yalls opinions on making baek cheon the 2nd male lead or should i just make a new storyline with him.... ive been winging through the plot of thunderbolts and im scared that ill fuck it up somewhere yall...

so to recap the inspiration behind thunderbolts is (s-class heroine + hsr + re1999) and the baek cheon plot i have in mind is (my derelict favourite) so uh poll???