#aahhh yes good angst

[rynbutt]

pierced. pt. 6 | spencer reid.

Spencer needed to stop getting in his own way of what he wanted.

you will find the other parts on my masterlist

cw: kissing, suggestive sentence in there somewhere, mentions of alcohol, angst if you squint, flufffff

a/n: aahhh!!!! (smut in the next part)

“She looked like you.”

You stopped stroking your hand through Spencer’s hair at his confession. He had been sitting with you on your couch for almost an hour, his head lying comfortably on the couch cushions as he faced you. You glanced up at him, your brows knitted together.

“Who did?” you whispered gently, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers.

“One of the victims… in the case we worked,” he clarified, almost hesitating with his words like he was embarrassed to admit it. 

You frowned, “did it… frighten you?”

Spencer shrugged, “I think it made me realise how dangerous my life is. My job is my life and it made me think about all the things that have happened to me and my friends because of this job… Someone was killed in the apartment across from you, and Hotch lost his wife, Y/N. It just… freaks me out a bit.”

You listened to Spencer talk, running a hand through his hair as he admitted to the things that were bothering him. You understood why Spencer was worried, you would be too if you had a job like Spencer’s. He worked to find some of the most dangerous people in the world, you commended him for that. 

You took in a breath, “I would be worried too, Spence. And it must bug you even more than you can’t guarantee the safety of the people you love and care about.”

“It does,” Spencer sighed, his hand reaching out to hold yours.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Spencer?” You asked softly, “you don’t want to see me again?-”

“What? No!” Spencer quickly said, standing up from the couch quickly. “I mean… No, I want to see you again. I want to hold your hand whenever I want and-and go on dates, it’s just-” Spencer let out a soft groan as he rubbed his hands down his face.

“You want to keep me safe?” you asked, standing up to pull Spencer’s hands away from his face. Spencer looked at you, almost amazed at how you knew what he wanted to say.

“Yeah,” he replied, holding your hands gently. “I just wish it was simple.”

You sighed, “I know,” you leaned in to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, “me too.”

“...I can still see you though, right?” He muttered against your hair.

You chuckled softly, pulling away to cup his face, “of course you can, Spence… We can take things slow, keep everything private… I just want you to be happy.”

Spencer beamed at your answer, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I want you to be happy too.”

Your palms were sweaty as you stood outside Rossi’s house clutching a bottle of wine in one hand while Spencer gently held your other hand. You don’t know why you were nervous, you’d met everyone before. But to be fair, you were slightly tipsy the last time. You spent the afternoon getting ready, styling your hair and doing your makeup nice for the occasion. Spencer came over to pick you up and yes, you may have got distracted against the kitchen counter for a good 30 minutes, but you were finally here.

“Shit, I’m nervous,” you admitted. 

“What? Why are you nervous?” Spencer asked, lifting his hand to knock at the door before stopping himself to look at you.

“I don’t know! I was tipsy the last time I met everyone,” you whisper-shouted the last part, making Spencer chuckle softly. 

“Well,” he stepped down off the top step, standing in front of you, “you look really beautiful and you shouldn’t feel nervous… Garcia has been very excited to hang out with you again and Rossi and Morgan have been bugging me about bringing you along to one of these for a while now.”

You smiled softly, “really?” “Oh yeah,” Spencer replied, “So for the foreseeable future, you’re kind of obligated to come.”

“Oh really?” You raised a brow. “You plan on keeping me around for the foreseeable future?” you teased.

“I mean, I kind of like you,” he teased back, “and you have a nice rack-”

“Spencer!” you punched his shoulder as he giggled like a child. “So vulgar.”

“You like it,” Spencer grinned, putting a hand around your waist and leaning down to kiss you. You cupped his face gently, letting him pull your body tight against his.

“Oi,” Rossi grumbled. You and Spencer shot away from each other. “No kissing on my porch.”

“Sorry, sir,” You squeaked out, quickly scurrying inside as Spencer followed you like a puppy.

You felt her hug before you saw her, Penelope throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. You chuckled and hugged her back, “I haven’t seen you in forever! I keep telling Reid to bring you along to stuff but he always says you’re busy,” she frowned.

You knew half of that was true, your job was demanding and you had four huge projects you were working on and you were thinking about going back to school. The other half was that Spencer was nervous to over involve you in things, partly because he didn’t want to scare you off and because he wanted to keep your dating life fairly private. 

“Yeah, I have been busy, I’m sorry,” you winced.

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Penelope waved you off, “Come on, we’re sitting in here.” Penelope grabbed your hand and started dragging you to the kitchen. Spencer and Rossi followed behind you, Rossi berating Spencer for being late, which Spencer blamed on traffic (liar).

You were met with an outpouring of affectionate greetings as Penelope brought you into the kitchen, which smelled amazing. You placed the bottle of wine down on the counter which JJ and Emily immediately began inspecting.

“Hi, everyone,” you greeted shyly, feeling Spencer’s arm wrap around your waist.

“Hey, lovers,” Morgan grinned cheekily. 

“Oooh,” Rossi picked up the bottle of wine you bought, “good taste in reds, I see.”

“I used to be a bartender. I couldn’t afford to have bad recommendations,” you shrugged.

“Mmm, I like you,” Rossi’s eyes narrowed as he pointed at you. You grinned up at Spencer, letting him plant a soft kiss on your temple. 

Rossi continued to prepare dinner, blatantly refusing to let anyone help him even though he had about four things, all of which smelled amazing. You sat by Emily, JJ and Penelope, letting them ask you a myriad of questions about you and Spencer.

“How long have you two been together now?” Emily asked, leaning her chin on her fist on the counter.

“Uh, about two months,” you replied, thinking for a moment. “But we’re not like, together-together. Just dating.”

“...He hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend?” JJ asked.

“No, not yet. I think he wants to take things slow,” you said with a smile. Emily, JJ and Penelope shared a knowing look with each other. “...What?”

“Nothing,” Emily shrugged.

“Oh, come on, don’t leave me hanging like that,” you pouted.

“He just talks about you a lot, sweetie,” Penelope grinned, “‘Y/N told me that already’, ‘Y/N makes my coffee better’, ‘No, I’m meeting with Y/N for lunch’, ‘I have plans, I’m hanging out with Y/N’, it’s all the time.”

“I’ve never seen him so happy,” JJ smiled, staring at you sideways. You glanced over your shoulder at Spencer, who was already looking at you. He lifted his hand, waving at you from across the room where he stood with Morgan, Hotch and Hotch’s son Jack.

“He makes me happy too,” you replied with a grin.

“Awww,” Penelope cooed, wrapping her arms around you, “take care of our boy wonder.”

“Dinner is ready,” Rossi sang. “And you are right, it smells divine.”

You sat next to Spencer at the dining table, feeling his warm hand rest on your knee under the table. You smiled to yourself, resting your hand over his. You enjoyed your meal with everyone, revelling in the compliments over your choice of wine. You watched as Jack showed Spencer his dinosaur figurines at the table, your heart fluttering at the sight of Spencer playing with Hotch’s son like he was a big kid himself. 

Once everyone finished dinner, you helped Rossi clean up the table, even after he insisted you sit down and drink some more wine. You ignored his protests and helped him clean up and he made a comment along the lines of, “it’s like arguing with Spencer.”

Spencer ended up helping too, encouraging Rossi to let you and Spencer do the dishes since he cooked all afternoon. Rossi threw his hands up in defeat, sitting back down in his chair and topping off his glass of wine. The two of you stood began cleaning the kitchen and Spencer seemed fussy, like there was something on his mind.

“What’s on your mind?” You asked as you rinsed the clean dishes, soap suds clinging to your forearms. Spencer stopped drying one of the wine glasses, turning to give you his full attention.

“How do you know I’ve got something on my mind?” He asked curiously. 

“I feel like I can read you pretty well, Spence,” you retorted.

“You’d be a good profiler,” Spencer said, bumping your shoulder.

“Yeah, no thanks,” you chuckled, hanging him another dish to be dried. 

A comfortable silence hung in the air before he spoke again, “...how would you feel if… If I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

You stopped what you were doing to look at him, “...You want me to be your girlfriend?”

“...Yeah, I do,” Spencer muttered softly, “only if you want to be my girlfriend, of course,” he quickly said.

Your heart was in your throat, trying to suppress the smile that wanted to break out across your face. “You mean that?”

“Yeah… I really like you, Y/N. And I know we said we wanted to move slowly but it’s driving me crazy not being able to call you my girlfriend, you know?” He admitted, putting the rag on the counter to grab your hands.

“I really like you too, Spencer.”

“So… will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, eyes narrowing with nervousness.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend, Spencer Reid,” you grinned. Spencer let out a breath of relief, unsure of where to put all the excitement building up in his chest. He had no idea how he landed someone like you. He suddenly planted a kiss on your lips, cupping your face in his warm hands.

“Thank you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Why are you thanking me?” you chuckled.

“For giving me your number,” he admitted, “I would have been too nervous to ask for it myself.”

“What can I say,” you shrugged, “you were just too cute to let go.”

Spencer smiled and planted another kiss to your lips, a deeper kiss that made your heart flutter and your toes curl. Your fists held his shirt, pulling him closer. He pushed you against the counter gently, his hand gripping the side of your neck to tilt your head back, deepening the kiss.

“Oi,” Rossi grumbled, louder than the first time he caught you two, “no kissing in my kitchen.”

a/n: Rossi is me

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the cleansing

lilac, chapter nineteen

a/n: second to last chapter of this entire series!! aahhh! the final chapter will be posted in exactly one week, so get ready!

summary: “I’m gonna ask you one last time, are you sure you wanna do this?” 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, hurt/comfort, angst, lumberjack AU, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, cuddling, blood and gore

word count: 751

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Shivering slightly as you layed on the couch, your pyjama pants kicked off and crumbled by your feet, you absentmindedly counted the small, spiral knots on the wooden ceiling where branches once grew, back when they weren’t panels of lumber but mighty trees reaching up towards the clouds. 

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, are you sure you wanna do this?” 

“Yes,” you breathed, glancing down at Frank who kneeled on the floor next to you, the warm light from the fireplace catching the blade in his palm and glinting back at you, “please just do it. If you don’t then I’ll probably just get up in the middle of the night and do it myself and I don’t know if I trust myself enough not to do it wrong and hurt myself more than necessary.” 

Even though the brand wasn’t much bigger than a small coin, it somehow still felt like it covered your entire body. 

“Alright,” he exhaled, placing a steady palm just above your knee, “but it’s gonna hurt like a motherfucker.” 

“I can take it, I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if I’ll have a scar there for the rest of my life, I just want it off me.”

“You want another swig?” he lifted up the glass bottle of whiskey he’d encouraged you to drink from since he didn’t have narcotics lying around the cabin to numb the pain.  

“No, just do it,” you rested your head back down and stared up at the ceiling, “I’m ready.”

“I’m gonna try and be quick, okay?”

“Okay,” you felt your body tremble in anticipation. 

Holding up a folded leather belt, he urged, “bite down on this so that you don’t chew off your tongue.” 

Accepting it between your teeth, you exchanged one last round of confirming nods before he offered you his free hand to squeeze. 

As he pierced the knife into the edge of the marked skin on your upper thigh, your nails dug into his palm as you let out muffled screams of agony. The pain was nearly too excruciating to endure, your other fist slammed down against the couch cushion as he sliced the scorched scar clean off. 

“Done,” Frank swiftly pressed a clean rag against the wound to soak up the blood, “that’s it, you did it, you did it.” 

Letting go of his hand, you ripped the belt away and dropped it to the floor, as you filled up the cabin with your shuttering shrieks, briefly redirecting your beating of the couch to a few that collided with his shoulder, an impact that didn’t even make Frank flinch. 

“Hey, hey,” his fingers found the side of your face and urged you to meet his brown eyes, “breathe, breathe,” and he offered you a few clear examples for you to copy, “good, good, there you go, that’s it,” his thumb gently swiped over your cheekbone as you found a slower and deeper pattern of breaths that helped you deal with the pain. 

You tried your best to keep it up as he then carefully began to patch you up. Before every stitch he gave you, even though it wasn’t that many, he nevertheless warned you every time by asking you to take a deep breath and exhale just as he pierced the tender flesh. 

When a broad band-aid soon covered up the wound, you felt his hand once again find your cheek and you peeled your stare away from the ceiling to gaze back into his eyes. 

“Let’s go to bed,” he uttered softly before you offered him a nod in return. 

Scooping you up into his arms, one behind your knees and the other along your shoulder blades as if you were some fair maiden, he carried you the short distance into the bedroom, gently helping you down onto the mattress and tugging the soft duvet half over you before he rounded to the other side of the bed and slipped in as well. 

Rolling over to face him, you couldn’t help but notice how you still trembled. You actually weren’t sure if you’d completely stopped yet, even though nearly a week had passed, but as you reached for him and he in return scooted a bit closer, letting you curl into his warmth, the sensation seemed to ever so slightly fade away as you found yourself in the tangle of his safe arms.

Nuzzling your face further into his burly chest, you murmured against his t-shirt, “thank you…”

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[bluelolblue]

I present more Santino headcanons🍷

I love talking about him, I'm literally him :>

@evren-sadwrn you wanted more Santino headcanons AND I GIVE YOU MORE SANTINO HEADCANONS ‼️

I'm starting with sad/angst stuff bc I'm feeling like it but TRUST THE PROCESS

Santi started smoking as a teen, (like idk 16-17 years old) as a coping mechanism from all the stress that he's been going through, mostly bc of his father bullshit and that age was just rough for him

Vincent was kinda like his first boyfriend but that mf was very toxic with him. And Santino couldn't see that at first bc he was young and in love but later on he realized how he was actually being treated and just used, he broke up with him. I'm talking about how Vincent manipulated the shit out of him all the time and just used everything he told him against him. Even his traumatic experiences. Vincent used it against him in arguments to get what he wants

Santino learned how to control his emotions. He can switch up fast. But it's not a good thing. He literally goes into the bathroom while fighting back his tears, looks at himself and kinda just breaths through it and just smiles like he didn't want to scream and cry a second ago

He likes to sing (I can't remember if I mentioned it already?) but ONLY around people he trusts and can actually be himself around...so not often and not too many people

Speaking of people he trusts...he barely had any friends growing up. I mean, he was the Camorra's heir ofc it's gonna be a struggle to find true friends. However, Ares still remained loyal to him through years and that's something he values. Loyalty. (They had crushes on each other for some time)

Aahhh I always talk about him and John AND I WILL CONTINUE-

Santino was literally jealous of Helen. Because she hit the jackpot. John is everything Santino is looking for in a relationship. John is caring, loyal, romantic, helpful, careful, gentle...the list just keeps going

And that's something Santino needs.. he needs to heal

Thing about Santino is that...he knows he's broken on the inside, he can feel it yet sometimes he doesn't bother with trying to help himself. He just suffers in silence because he got used to it...but he kinda knows that's not right

Okay how about some positive stuff :D

Santino has a collection of some books he's into. Like...a full collection of A LOT of books that he ACTUALLY read.

Santino actually likes watching football (or soccer, so some of you don't get confused) but only when it's like World or Europe competition, not clubs. And he's gonna be screaming and cursing in Italian at the tv

I wrote this already but- his guilty pleasure is pizza, spaghetti and risotto and he likes all that in the most basic way. Like plain cheese pizza. But not the fucking frozen ones, he's gonna kill whoever offers him frozen pizza.

Santino discovered most of his kinks with John. Because John was up for anything, really:

"Choking? Alright but I'll be gentle."

"No, you don't have to be~"

"...Santino, we talked about this-"

John just doesn't want to hurt him, even if it's by accident

Not to mention the hair pulling UMNHH~ sorry, got a bit excited :3

Yeah he's very...VERY into the hair pulling

He also just likes the feeling of someone rubbing his head, like playing with his hair. When John discovered that, he did that to him every night while they were cuddling in bed until Santino fell asleep. It's such a comforting thing that Santino can't get enough of. *sighs* it has to do with the trauma...

Yes, he likes to tease and be very flirty with John. And he absolutely loves to wear his shirts in the morning after their sexy time- or when he's cold or can't find his shirt (*coughs* or it got ripped *coughs*), John is like: "You can have mine :)" and it's too big for Santino so it kinda looks funny but they both like it so it's fine. And Santino likes the way it smells like John

The fucking praises. He eats that shit up:

"You're such a good boy, Santi..."

"You're doing so good for me..."

Praises like that

And he doesn't mind when the dog joins them in bed before sleeping. If they're in um...flirty mood however, they just kinda give the dog some treats and lead it outside of the bedroom

I GOT CARRIED AWAY-

He smokes after sex most of the time

He has this mindset on: "I don't want to be like my father." But then keeps doing similar things his father did...like smoking and he often catches himself even acting like him- mostly when he snaps at someone and he regrets it

He loves spending time at the beach. Summer time, he's gonna be in Italy on the beaches (yk what? He even goes to Croatia during summer, when I catch him there) so he likes to get some tan and breathe in the scent of the sea and yeah go for a swim

John also took him there few times during nights so it's only them two and it was really romantic. At the beach during night, looking at the sky and how the moon reflects on the sea

He likes strawberries...and grapes...most of the fruits, bc why not

When he tries not to live a day on cigarettes and coffee, he actually eats some fruit as a snack

His breakfast is: Cappuccino or other type of coffee that he feels like having, black coffee when...when um...it gets rough or he is hangover and then a cigarette...on bad days, it's even worse

Someone give him some tiramisu, he loves it

Anyways- I'M HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT MY ITALIAN HUSBAND 😫 🇮🇹 ‼️

I will probably write more headcanons about him again...bc like, I stan him and he's my husband

Here are my first headcanons about him

[chthonicgodling]

(April’s)Huevember - Day 27!

featuring:

1. Chal, [Thanatos’ son] & Thanatos

2. Chal, [Tory’s daughter]— & HER daughter, Enodia

a BEFORE AND AFTER SET—

OKAY FINE ONE ANGST HUEVEMBER POST ALLOWED??!! BAWLS???? mauve-pink Huevember day where BOTH OF THESE DRAWINGS KILLED ME IN VERY DIFFERENT WAYS— AAHHH NOTES-

sobbing bc when tryin to decide who to draw for this pic I was like. hmm. well. the cloak Chal used to wear when she was supervillaining with Thanatos is this exact color— ohHhHH NO—

and then after I drew that first one gasped and realized that baby N is?!?! also the same color and?!!!!! oh my god oH MY GOD????

I can only assume we all know Chal’s shtick as she’s my favie and she’s all over here but. if somehow you do Not Chal’s history before her extremely in depth rehabilitation into the Elysium cast, who she is today, is that she was Thanatos’ kid (his “son”, at the time, as Chal didn’t realize she was a girl until. like. 3 years ago) — trained to follow in his footsteps as next supervillain of Elysium, though Thanatos was barely kind to her either -

until Elysium caught her first and broke the brainwashing she’d grown up cowering under 🥺 she’s in a much better place now - the second drawing - firstly adopted by Designated Palace Parent ™ Tory (and Maci, tho her relationship with Chal is complicated and weird in a. good way lmfao?? Maci’s like. weird mentor-den mother to Chal ffkfkf ) -

secondly now she’s also of course MARRIED to Bel and THIRDLY also of couursseeee undoing the nightmare of her parental trauma by parenting HER very own baby, Enodia “N” who. now has the best mommie of all time. I love drawing Chal’s rare little smiles they’re :’))) mostly around N aAH. AND yes this is yet another Wing Curl Cuddle pic!!

in conclusion: sobbing. sobbing. sobbing. I love Chal so much. HOLDS HER,,, flipping back and forth between these thinking of how far she’s come and just, SOBSSSS—

wiping tears from my eyes to proclaim stay tuned tomorrow! GOSH GEE I WONDER WHO NEON PINK DAY WILL BE TAKE A WIIIIILD GUESS 🔥 click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!

[thranduilswifesblog]

Tales of the Heart

Genre : fanfiction, fluff, angst, slow burn, romance

Chapter 6 : young crown prince

Words : 638 words

Five hundred years have passed, Elfing Thranduil is now a young prince who is beautiful, strong, and also kind hearted.

Today was archery practice, all the young elves gathered to listen to captain Feren's directions. "Okay, now Galion, you see the bird statue up there, I want you to hit it in the eye."

Galion drew his bow, his eyes fixed on the bird statue almost two kilometers away in front of them. And quickly he released his arrows. "Yay! I hit it! I hit it!" Galion said enthusiastically Feren shook his head

"yes indeed, but you hit his stomach. I told you to hit the eyes, not the stomach and make all of the internal organs spilled over. Do you want to eat a bird with its stomach internal organs spilled over?"

Galion scratched his head "forgive me, my lord"

"Hir Nin, Thranduil. Now it's your turn"

Thranduil stepped forward, and with lightning speed he shot the bird in front of him right in the head. All the guards who saw that cheered in amazement

"Good. You've always been good at archery" Feren praised

"Thank you Feren. But I prefer swords" Thranduil replied

"Sword? Too bad. The Greenwood elves are famous for their archery skills. Why did you choose a sword, my Prince?" Meludir asked, confused

Thranduil shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, I don't think arrows are for me. But you are also good at archery, just need a little practice" Thranduil complimented

Meludir Smiling, blushed

"And reduce unnecessary daydreaming while studying" Feren added

Meludir smile "sorry" He said

      Thranduil and Meludir walked together, and talking. Suddenly an elf approached them

"Elros, I didn't see you during practice, where have you been?" Thranduil asked

"And why does your face look tired?" Meludir also asked

Elros frowned "That old Galion! he told me to clean the dungeon alone!" he said annoyed

"How come?" Meludir asked

"Well..... Because he caught me drinking two barrels of wine" Elros replied

"You deserve it" Thranduil replied curtly

   The three of them were walking together, and accidentally bumped into a group of maidens passing by

"Ladies" Elros menyapa

The maidens give a short curtsy "Hir Nin, Thranduil"

Thranduil lowered his head, and smiled at them

The maidens couldn't say anything and just ran away with blushing cheeks

Elros and Galion were stunned by the scene

"I swear, my prince. You must have kept them up all night" Meludir said

"And word will spread tomorrow, if the prince has his heart set on all of them" Elros said, wryly

"What's wrong with being friendly to them?" Thranduil asked

"They don't want your hospitality, they want you" Elros said

"Me?" Thranduil was confused

Elros patted his head "hey you're still not married, they definitely want to be your queen"

"Aahhh....."

"Why not choose one of them?" Meludir asked

Thranduil shakes his head "I'm not interested"

"Is it because of that girl?" Meludir asked

Thranduil was silent, not answering it at all

"How long has she been gone?" Meludir asked again

"Wait a minute, I'm lost in here. Who do you mean?" Elros asked, confused

"Verena" Meludir answered

"Oh, the fair hair, blue eyes girl?" Elros asked

Meludir nodded

"How long has she been gone?" Elros asked again

"It's been five hundred years" Thranduil replied

Five hundred years? Not too long Elros said

Thranduil smiled

.

.

.

    That night Thranduil sat in his room looking at the stars, he then looked at his wrist. There was a shabby red bracelet firmly attached to his wrist. It was the thread bracelet that Verena had given him during their last meeting five hundred years ago. Thranduil smiled as he stroked the thread

"Five hundred years. They say it hasn't been long but why does it feel like forever"

Thranduil then laid his head on the bed and fell asleep

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[maybanksbabe]

But topper celebrating his birthday with r and rafe and it's all cute and sweet for the most part. Anyways topper's parents throw him a birthday party, which is just another way of them using their connections to like make deals or whatever kooks do at events so his parents are barely acknowledging him until they call him over and show off how well he's doing and lowkey showing off r (you know kooks and their ego's always have to have the best)

But because r was with topper publicly first before they started their whole polycule so r and topper kinda have too pretend rafe is just a friend instead of their partner so that means they can't get all touchy with each other like they usually do (kinda angsty) and maybe Kelce kinda reminds them half way through that maybe acting like they always do around each other isn't such a good idea Infront of topper's mom

Then later on they throw him his real birthday party where everyone is just having a real great time. They make a sorta make a toast to the birthday boy with their various drinks and what not and go back to parting (r and rafe set up banners wishing topper a happy birthday r makes them and rafe helps put it up) But after all mild angst they birthday sex to make up for it and it's really soft compared to how they're used to (those lovely sluts 😚) they're making sure everyone feels loved, respected, and appreciated in the relationship and LOTS of praises for the birthday boy and maybe they buy him some new toys but they don't use them right away so like soft sex turned into mildly spicy sex 🤷🏽‍♀️

Also rafe gets them all rings with each of their initials on the inside with matching patterns

AAHHH YES!!

The upset of having to pretend you're not a trio and that it's just you and Topper - which it hasn't been for almost a year now - but then having their own party to celebrate Topper and allowing themselves to be comfortable and touchy and affectionate without fear of judgement 😫😫 and THE SEX AFTER THAT JUST GETS PROGRESSIVELY SPICIER WITH USING HIS NEW TOYS ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[brick-a-doodle-do]

hhh my bad my bad i saw in the tags smth about asks and went for it SJJDS but that's cool to hear,, the thought is rlly cool so it'd be awesome if you wrote smth for it eventually! (/nf/nf/nf)

and oOHH yeahh some good 'ole crimebois i seeeee

and AHAA fair i would scream like a cat too if someone like twenty times my size found me (n AAAA secrets secrets)😭 and alrightttt some light angst, i like it :]

and alr on the noms, i shall take that into consideration !!! and AAHHH yes yes ofc the energy is often here but only in my corner. everyone is intimidating VFJFDJ but yeahh you're welcome, that makes me so happy u don't even know :'D

and woop woop a second run in the community, nice ncie

okay. okay okay. asks for that naga idea !

first and foremost, do you have any ideas for who the human will be? and i saw you mentioned you weren't entirely sure about tommy, so will be the endgame t!naga?

mm language barriers!!!! if you do include one, will it be that tommy doesn't talk or he speaks a different language? and, will there be any overcoming either one? AND if it's a different language, does tommy have any understanding for what the human is saying? or are they both just like completely lost ?? dfjdjf

does tommy have a bad past? maybe one with humans that made him assume he was being taken as a pet or just one that gave him the startles and other trauma responses ?

and and, in relation to that, when the human does capture them, do they intend to do what tommy's thinking, or no? something better (examining him/studying him in a curious way. like maybe human was too grabby or genuinely just wanted to look at snek guy) oooOOR something worse? >:D

that is what i got for now. also btw would like to know your spot on noms/vore pspsps i don't wanna show up in your askbox talkin' about them if you're not a fan!

I wasn’t actually going to write this but since you’re interested I may write it in my free time!!

If I were GOING to write it…

—Wilbur would be the human and Tommy would be the t!naga

—There would NOT be a language barrier but their first interaction would be Wilbur catching Tommy and Tommy just screams like a feral cat for 10 minutes cause he thinks Wilbur is a scientist (there is a reason why he thinks that but I’ll share it later)

—I want this to be a fairly light fic so I’d say that no, Tommy’s just freaked out because he isn’t used to being alone and his old family told him stories about the big, bad humans (and he thinks Wilbur is a scientist so THAT doesn’t help)

—Wilbur just wanted to look and just wanted to help the little snek guy :D

My stance on noms is that I’m ok with it and I read it but I don’t really see myself writing/drawing it. I DO enjoy stories that don’t have vore more but having vore doesn’t make me enjoy a story less (if that makes sense). Few free to talk and ask about it but just know I won’t contribute that much and I won’t write any!

Thanks Brick for the AMAZING questions and for just being so energetic and kind!!

(Also I have been here for about a year (maybe more) but I didn’t do much and I took a LONG break but I’m glad I’ve started to talk to people!)

[dorothy-rainbird]

Forgotten

Part 2

Warnings: mentions of death, traveller almost dies, so does Paimon, foul language, violence, weird monsters not from Teyvat??

Notes: hahahah exams *dies*

Here part 1

Summary: You die stopping your brothers form fighting, but somehow live? You lose all memory of them tho and get transported to another relam. And then you meet four years later.

Four years later…

Location: Dawn Winery, Mondstadt

Time: 1:00 am.

Footsteps echoed in the dark halls. They belonged to none other than the Darknight hero. Why was he up so late though? God knows. The walking continues. Everybody is asleep except him, who just came back from his usual abyssal creature hunting. He still keeps walking…until he stops when his eyes land on a room at the end of the hall. A room that had been locked for the past four years. He forcefully tore his eyes away from that room. He’s already tired and doesn’t need the reminder of a tragedy.

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Time: 8:23 am

Location: The Adventures Guild, Mondstadt City

“Ad Astra Abyssosque! Traveler, just the person who I was looking for!” Katheryne greeted them with a warm smile.

“Let Paimon guess…another super duper dangerous commission that needs the traveller’s help huh?” The floating fairy huffed and crossed her arms. Her guess was true though because that’s what has been happening for the past few times. The traveller merely gave a curious expression.“What is it about?” they asked.

“I’m glad you asked, this is a major commission and no other adventures, no matter how experienced, could not complete it. In fact, they are yet to be back.” Katheryne gave a sad expression.

“W-what do you mean “yet to be back”?! Did they get lost or something? Did they-“ Paimon gasped at the thought.

“Paimon, calm down it can’t be that bad, right?” the traveler tried to calm the panicking pixie but also fell into doubt. What is it this time?

“The condition of the adventures is unknown. We lost all contact with them and can’t tell wether they are dead or alive. It’s like they disappeared from the face of Teyvat.”

“EEEK! THATS SCARY AAHHH NOPE NOPE-“ Paimon shrieked and hid behind the traveler.

“Paimon we literally did fight god on a daily basis come on it can’t be that bad. Say Katheryne, what is this commission anyways?” the traveler asked. They were curious. Who knows? Maybe disappearing people could be some abyss problem. And where there is abyss, there is sibling. There is a small chance.

“Yes ahem, There has been suspicious activity going on in the thousand winds temple. The most we know is that there has been a giant pit with no end and that whoever falls in it never returns. A few abyss mages have also been spotted at this site. Other info…”Katheryne filled them with the details while traveler and Paimon got the worse déjà vú. They just came back from their adventure from the chasm. What’s with this place and cursed pits?!

But they did catch a glimpse of their sibling in that chasm…and there were abyss mages there so this is definitely their doing. Who knows, maybe they’ll find something else that’s useful on their quest to find their sibling.

“…is all I can fill you with regarding this commission. Do you wish to acce-“

“I accept this commission.” The traveler said. They were determined and confident that this will help them.

“TRAVELER WE JUST CAME BACK FROM A CURSED PIT WHY DO Y-“

“I knew I could count on you! Ad Astra Abyssosque traveler, good luck!” Katheryne gleefully wished them.

“STOP CUTTING PAIMON OFF!” Paimon angrily stomped her foot on air.

“Don’t worry Pai, it can’t be that bad!”

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Time: ???

Location: ???

It was really bad.

Why did they even accept this commission? Traveler and Paimon wonder as they are injured, surrounded and outnumbered by creatures they can’t even begin to describe.

They look like humans but horribly mutated. Some were giants with heads too large for their bodies. Some were small but had oversized or undersized limbs. Some had no limbs. Some were missing a whole half of their bodies. Some were just parts of bodies. All of them had one thing in common though, one ugly white eye on random parts of their “bodies��.

How did they even end up in this hell of Teyvat?

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Time: 10:14 am

Location: Thousand Winds Temple

“I think this is the site of commission. Look there’s the cursed pit!”

The traveler and Paimon arrived where Katheryne had directed them to. Funnily enough there were no abyss mages or any monsters in sight there. It was oddly peaceful. The sun was shining, there were no clouds, the animals were scurrying around looking for food! It made them feel at ease.

“Huh, looks like an ordinary pit to Paimon, except it seems to be really really deep. Wonder what caused this..” Paimon and traveler stopped at the edge of the pit. True, it seemed ordinary with zero magical traces around it. The only problem was that it’s diameter was unsettlingly large, large enough to drop Azdaha in it. How did this even appear here in the first place? They were thinking of the possibilities until….

Everything went black.

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“…er”

…..

“….aveler”

……

“TRAVELER!”

Traveler jumped awake. What happened?!?

“Traveler thank archons you are awake!” Paimon cried and hugged them. She was trembling and and seemed terrified. Traveler hugged them and rubbed her back to soothe her. They looked around. Where are they…?

It seemed to be the thousand winds temple but disturbing. Very disturbing. The sky was red. The sun or what seemed to be it was covered by a large black object whose darkness was oozing around the sky like veins. It only provided a dim source of red light. Looking at the ground and surroundings. The ruins were even more broken. There were thick black vines everywhere. The trees were dry and completely covered by such vines. No animals or signs of life nearby.

“Paimon…w-where are we..?” Traveler managed to gasp out as they stared in horror. Was this some sort of dream? The pain in their whole body said otherwise.

“P-paimon doesn’t know! The l-last thing Paimon s-saw before b-b-blacking out was us f-falling!” Paimon said between her tears. Now a pit formed in traveler’s stomach. Did they fall in that pit…?

That can’t be good…they need to get out of he-

A figure interrupted traveler’s thoughts. Someone was there. Someone was approaching them in the temple. They felt hope. Maybe this person can answer their questions! Their hope however, was quickly turned into horror when the figure came close enough to be properly observed.

And when observed, it was anything but human.

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No matter how many times they hacked and slashed at these creatures, no damage was done. They kept healing. Some cut off parts multiplied into new creatures. Elemental power wasn’t working at all.

The traveler and Paimon were hopeless and on the verge of death.

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Some where at a distance…

A group of 5 stared at the commotion by the traveler.

“Looks like we got new faces here. And they don’t seem to be welcomed properly.” A voice from the group spoke.

“I sure can see that. Jeez they sure are putting up a fight.” A second voice huffed.

“Are we gonna help them or leave them as zombie food?” A third voice asked.

“Of course we have to! Can’t you see the condition they are in?!? It will be a shame if that cute little pixie dies!” A fourth voice shrieked out.

“Well we are still full on supplies. Y’all up?” ….the fifth voice spoke.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Let’s do this!”

“Don’t worry little pixie!”

“LETS GOOOOO-“

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Traveler fell to their knees. They were too broken to fight. Paimon helplessly clung onto their head, crying and shouting something they couldn’t hear. It was no use…the monsters kept coming and coming. Maybe this is how they die, huh? There was nobody to save th-

BOOM

A large explosion just happened, clearing a massive amount of the monsters swarming them! From the smoke, five silhouettes appeared. They didn’t have time to react as the silhouettes quickly jumped to battle. They were effectively taking down those monsters like they were slimes.

One of them was moving so fast it appeared as if they teleported ambushed the enemies. Another, used a large cannon to shoot large masses of energy and blew the monsters into pieces. Third, used a a sharp whip, whose strike cut the creatures into shreds. The fourth one, they were some sort of toxic gas making enemies drop dead. Lastly the fifth one attacked bombs.

Soon the all monsters were cleared and only their ashes remained.

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The figures approached the traveler and their pixie. Traveler’s eyes were on the brink of closing yet they still held Paimon protectively. One of the figures crouched down next to them to inspect them. It was the fifth one.

Traveler finally saw their face. They had round yet fierce (e/c) eyes and short messy (h/c) hair. Their face was littered with scars of burns and cuts. Could it be because of explosion accidents? Who is this person…?

Soon traveler blacked out.

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Time: 5:00 pm.

Location: Dawn Winery, Mondstadt

Traveler woke up with a loud gasp. Pausing for a moment, the took deep breaths and observed their surroundings. It’s Dawn Winery? What are they doing here? WAIT WHERE IS PAIMON??

The jumped out of bed, half clothed and patched up. They didn’t care. Need Paimon safe.

They slammed open the door. And that caught the attention of master Diluc and his pixie companion downstairs.

“Traveler you’re awake!” Paimon shrieked happily and flew up to hug them. They were washed with relieved and hugged Paimon back.

“Are you okay Paimon? Are you hurt? What happened?”

“Calm down will ya? Turns out Paimon also blacked out with you. Then, when she woke up, she was here! Turns out Master Diluc was out on his Captain Pyro duties near the temple because of the abyss mages and he found us there.”

“It seems you are awake, but I advise you go back to bed and lay down. Your injuries aren’t healed yet.” It was Diluc this time. He glanced up at the traveler by then looked away blushing because they were only half clothed

“A-ahem, also your clothes are by your bed. Feel free to call Adelinde for help.”

“GASP MASTER DILUC DONT LOOK AT THE TRAVELER!” Paimon screeched trying to cover them up.

“M-my apologies…” Diluc merely walked away flushed.

“Whew t-that was awkward…you know I should probably go dress properly…” traveler rubbed their cheek in embarrassment.

“Okie dokie! Paimon will be off to explore the winery so cya later!” Paimon gave a thumbs up and then proceeded to disappear to god knows where.

Before heading back to the room, something caught the traveler’s eye. It was a door at the end of the hall. The door was open and the room was dark. Something was calling them. They didn’t want to snoop but their gut was begging them to go, and so the let their feet carry them to that room.

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It was a simple room yet dusty room. Spiders probably live here now. There was a a window at the end and a bed under it. A few drawings and plushies laid on the shelf. Everything had a heavy layer of dust.

‘Must be a child’s room…’ they thought. They looked around until something made them stop dead. On the floor, was a picture. Traveler picked it up.

It was the picture of three children, hugging and laughing innocently on a tree. On the left end was none other than Master Diluc in his youth. His eyes were so big and cute! On the right end was…Kaeya? He seemed kinda scared being on top of a tree. It was strange seeing those two together like that. Wonder what their history was…

Finally between them, was an unknown child with cute round eyes like Diluc’s. Traveler stared at them for a while. And then…it clicked.

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“MASTER DILUC! MASTER DILUC!”

Diluc heard the traveler shout his name. He turned around and here they were, panting and huffing.

“Traveler is everything alright?” He asks concerned.

“Listen, please don’t get mad but this is important. I-I saw a room at the end of a hall a-and I didn’t mean t-to-“

“Listen, I won’t get mad, just calm down. Take deep breaths and take your time to speak.” Diluc calmed and reassured the traveler. How could they possibly get him mad? He thought.

The traveler took a few breaths and then spoke.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to snoop but the room at the end of the hall, it was open and for some reason I felt the urge to go there. I saw a picture on the ground an-“ before they could finish a dark shadow formed over Diluc. All of his warm reassuring look was gone.

“I prefer not to talk about it.” He simply stated with a hollow look.

“No no, please hear me out! The child in the mid-“ the traveler tried to finish.

“Please go back to rest.” Diluc turned around ready to leave. Frustrated, the traveler shouted-

“THEY SAVED MY LIFE JUST A WHILE AGO.”

With that, Diluc froze at where he stood.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Ahh! I finally!! Caught up to the latest chapter! I live for the angst but I dont think it’s good for my heart 😭

And may I suggest a few songs for the odnlb playlist?

Maybe the Night - Ben&Ben

Closer - The Tiny

More than a Memory - Carly Rae Jepsen

Home - Reese Lansangan

Let You Break my Heart Again - Laufey

Being Human - Emily King

hugging you for these song recs boos! a prime collection, truly.

this one is so soft gah. it's perfect for chapter 32, or at least for those 5 minutes of chapter 32 where ladynoir were actually together! i love the gentle hope woven in these lyrics especially "Moon has never glowed this color/ Hearts have never been this close/ I have never been more certain/ I will love you 'til we're old." they are IT for each other and this moment only reinforced it <333

i couldn't find this one on spotify SADLY but omggg the things it did to my heart. the piano and violin accompaniment was all this song needed to strike that sad, wistful, and sweet tone that colors ladybug's thoughts about chat noir. "And, you're close enough to lose/ Close to the point where you know that your mind/ It can not choose/ Close enough to lose." this one fits the mood of chapter 32 SO well aahhh. chat noir was right there and she couldn't even touch him :'( "And my heart was screaming/ At my bones/ I need you closer." aahhh! my heart is screaming at my bones too because this is exactly the way she was feeling!

don't mess with me boos i will add any and every carly rae song to the odnlb playlist if you give me a good enough reason. "Say my name (My name)/ 'Cause no one else can say it quite the same (The same)." lol this is v reminiscent of how lb was ACHING for cn to call her "my lady" only for it to finally happen at the worst possible moment. and then ahh the part "It takes me back to your September days/ I've missed you way too much (Too much, too much, too much)" & "And know that night I almost said I loved you/ (Loved you, loved you, loved you)/ And you almost said it back?" is SOOO collateral damage! those are the memories and good times they both want to get back to, and for a moment they had hope they could.

i see you with the "Oh my love/ My head is reeling/ And I am running out of air/ I need to breathe in" lyric. this went straight onto the playlist for that! and let us not forget "My bones are safe/ And my heart can rest/ Knowing it belongs to you/ My world is changed/ And it's cradled by/ The comfort that is you" which is the softest sweetest most ladynoir thing ever. it's been like this for both of them since their darkest moment, and it's stayed like that since, as seen in chapter 32! and ugh, my favorite "when we're alone, it's like we're home." yes absolutely yes to all of this, it's perfect.

the vibes on this one...omg </333 "Some day, one day/ I will stop falling in love with you/ Until I do, I'll be thinking of you/ Let you break my heart again" why do i hear this playing over ladynoir's reunion in ch 32?? it's the orchestral backtrack probably. they literally cannot stop being in love with each other even though it's impossible, even though it's only heartbreak.

hahahahahahaha YES!! "Just a little time/ Just a little something that I need/ Just a little time/ Just a little feeling gaining speed I'm dreaming of/ Going somewhere else/ Being human." imagine adrien listening to this and punching something hahaha. or felix hearing it and tearing up.

[strawbrrychan]

Wildest Dreams

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: depictions of panic attacks, funerals, death, suicide

word count: 4k

a/n: AAHHH ITS HERE! i hope you’re excited to read this omg it literally took forever … like over a month. BUT! SHES HERE AND I HOPE YOU LOVE IT!! please please please give me feedback in the comments (what you liked, didn’t like, etc.)!! it’s much shorter than i wanted it to be, but i really tried :( anyways, if you’re uncomfortable / sensitive to the topics listed in warnings, i don’t recommend you read any further. (@punkjisung , enjoy <3

“Class is dismissed,”your teacher sighed, visibly tired from the school day. The bell rang as he spoke, and the hallways were soon flooded with students eager to leave the building. You joined them, walking quickly to your small locker. You tossed the papers from your previous classes inside of it, snatching your bag up and swinging it over your shoulder.

“Y/n!” You heard your best friend’s voice chirp as you slammed your locker, almost as if on cue. You had been waiting for him after the bell rang. “Are you ready to leave?” he smiled, hopping up to you.

“Hello, Y/n! how are you Y/n? I’m good, thanks Jisung!” you rolled your eyes at him, leaning against your locker.

“Sorry!” he looked down, flustered.

“I’m teasing,” you tapped his arm, beginning to walk down the hall to the exit. “Yeah, i’m ready.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You could feel the goosebumps rising on the back of your neck.

You hated that feeling he gave you. The feeling when you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, where every time you hear his name your heart beats just a little bit faster. Or when his fingers graze your skin, you can’t help but feel sparks spreading across your insides like the plague.

You always wished that your were just a little bit more than friends with Jisung, but never had enough guts to ask him. You could never let yourself, in fear of losing the relationship you already had with the boy. He had been your best friend for a few years now.

“Y/n?” he asked again, snapping you back to reality from your thoughts. You shook your head. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just really tired. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” You smiled at him, swinging the school doors open to reveal the bustling schoolyard.

“We don’t have to go to the coffee shop,” he said, staring at you with concern.

“Are you kidding me? We do this shit every week, Jisung. I promise, I’m okay.” you smiled at him, reassuringly.

“Are you okay?” you said, never removing your gaze from his face. His eyes were glued to the floor for a few moments before meeting your own. For a moment, he looked like he was going to cry. “Yeah, I’m okay.” he finally nodded, a small grin forming on his face.

By the time you reached the shop, the two of you were practically gasping for air, laughing at yet another terrible joke Jisung had told you. You smiled, seeing the familiar painted windows of your favorite coffee shop. You quickly adjusted to the cool environment, the bell on top of the door chiming as you walked inside.

The coffee shop wasn’t large or busy, you and Jisung were one of the few regulars there. You inhaled as you walked in, smelling the freshly made coffees and warm pastries ready to be served.

You had always admired how pretty the interior was. The lights were dim and the wooden beams covering the walls were painted a warm brown. The seats were a complimentary emerald green, matching with the plants scattered around the shop.

“God, I love it here,” you sighed, slipping into the usual booth you and Jisung shared every time you went.

“Do you want your usual?” he asked, standing in front of the table. You nodded, thankful for his memory of your specific order.

That was your routine. Every friday after school you and Jisung would walk to the coffee shop from school, and sit in your usual booth right next to the windows at the front of the shop. You would order a simple iced coffee with caramel, and he would order an iced americano with a slice of cheesecake. Every single week, since the beginning of the school year. You had always felt some sort of comfort there, or maybe it was the fact that Jisung was always there with you.

A few moments later, the boy walked back with your drinks and his snack excitedly. “How do you always manage to get my order right? Your memory is terrible,” you laughed, sliding your coffee towards your body on the table.

Jisung’s head lifted up, his eyes widening a little. A small blush that you were somehow oblivious to, crawled across his face as he spoke. “I don’t know,” he sat down across from you, wiggling in his seat as he began to eat. “I think i’ve just gotten used to ordering it so often.” He spoke. “You’re acting like we don’t do this every week.” he continued, shoveling a piece of cake into his mouth, squirming with joy. You looked at him with pure adoration in your eyes. “They didn’t have it last time, remember? I’ve been through a drought!” Jisung whined, chewing on his cake.

“You’re so annoying,” you laughed, taking a sip of your coffee.

You groaned, tasting pure caramel.

“What’s wrong?” Han looked at you.

“They did not mix this well,” you frowned.

“Oh.. I’m sorry,” the boy's expression mirrored yours.

“It’s fine, I’m still gonna drink it. And it’s not like I can’t stir it,” You smiled softly.

A moment of silence fell between you, as you swished the drink around in your cup.

“How are you always so optimistic?” Jisung sparked another conversation, pushing his plate to the side, finishing his last bite.

“What do you mean?” You lifted your head from your phone. A flash of what almost looked like dejection flashed behind his eyes, before returning to normal.

“I don’t know, after you said that about your coffee it made me think… You’re always looking at the bright side of things. Like… always. I wish I were like that.” he frowned. You narrowed your eyes at him, thinking.

“I do that? I didn’t even realize.”

After that, the two of you took your drinks and began walking back to your house.

“What are we watching today?” you turned to him, taking another sip of your coffee. You also watched a movie at your house, and Jisung would always choose what to watch.

“Can we watch The Grinch?” his chestnut head turned to look at you.

“The Grinch? Jisung, it’s the middle of spring-“ you laughed.

He scoffed, folding his arms. “I wanna watch it, Y/n! You asked!” his lower lip formed a pout, stomping his feet a little. You smiled at his childish antics, watching him with pure adoration in your eyes.

He was so cute. The way his brows furrowed when he pouted, and his cheeks got all puffy. Or the way he’d dance when he was happy. You loved all of it.

You threw yourself on your couch, the TV remote in your hand. You switched the TV on, searching for Jisung’s request of “The Grinch”. You could hear the popcorn popping in the kitchen where he was. As soon as it stopped, his loud footsteps were heard behind you. “Ah! Jisung!” you whined, as he jumped on top of you, placing the bag of popcorn on the table in front of the couch. The movie was long forgotten by then, as you felt his fingers jab at your sides violently. Soon he was sat on top of you with no plan to cease his actions. You couldn’t help but wiggle underneath him, trying to escape his unstoppable tickles “Jisung! No!” you cried, reaching for something to defend yourself. Finally, you managed to get ahold of a pillow, hitting his head with it. His body went tumbling off the side of the couch, smacking onto the floor.

“Ow, that hurt! You’re lucky I love you, Y/N.” he said sitting up.

Both of your eyes went wide in shock. You watched Jisung’s hand fly over his mouth, not bothering to get up from the spot on the floor where he landed.

There was that feeling again. Where you swore your heart could beat out of your chest if it wasn’t for your ribs caging them in, where the hair on the back of your neck stood up, and butterflies swarmed your stomach, making you dizzy.

Did Han Jisung like you back?

You opened your mouth to speak, but Jisung beat you to it. “I like you.” he spoke hurriedly, before he stood up smashing his lips onto yours. You gasped at the sudden contact, and yet he was still so gentle with it. Jisung’s lips were soft against yours, melding perfectly into them. Like they were crafted for you, and you alone. Your heart was beating so hard, so loud, you swore Jisung could hear it too.

Han Jisung was kissing you. He liked you.

You felt his hand on top of yours, the other cupping your cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb. Your eyes fluttered shut, reaching up to rest your arms on his shoulders. Your once stiff body relaxed into his touch, kissing him further. He sat down, guiding your hips onto his lap. His hands were on your waist now, rubbing gentle circles into the fabric of your pants. He lifted your head, placing chaste kisses along your neck as you played with the hair at the base of his hairline. You finally pulled back, breathing heavily.

“I thought..” You began, staring down at Jisung’s now swollen lips.

“Me too,” he smiled, staring up at you. “How long were you planning on keeping it from me?”

“I was never gonna tell you, Jisung.” you sighed. “I didn’t want to lose what we already had. I couldn’t lose you. Not over something like a stupid crush.” he stared at the floor for a moment, analyzing your statement .

“So what does this make us?” he lifted his nervous gaze to meet yours once again. You sat in silence for a moment, considering.

“Well,” you said, standing up in front of him. “Han Jisung, will you be my boyfriend?” You bowed, holding your hand out to him. He smiled up at you, taking your hand and joining you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying your bodies together. You placed your head on his chest, sighing in relief. "Yes," he spoke into your hair gently.

“I’m tired. Let’s nap or something.” You finally said, after a few minutes of just swaying, the movie seemingly quiet.

Your hips finally slowed in sync eventually becoming still, as Jisung lead you back over to the couch. The credits of the movie were well past finished, the tv had yet to shut off. Jisung ran to grab a blanket for the two of you, knowing your house like the back of his hand. He came back to you within seconds, holding your favorite fuzzy blanket and tossing it over your frame. You opened your arms wide, waiting to feel his body in your arms. Soon he was pressed against you, snaking his arms around your waist once again, sighing with a smile on his face.

“Sleep well Ji,” you whispered, kissing his forehead. It felt good, not having to hide how much joy feeling him in your arms brought you.

It was only a few days after you and Jisung had confessed to each other, on a casual Sunday night. The clouds were thick over the sky, rain pounding on your window violently. You were curled up in bed enjoying whatever it was you were looking at on your phone, until you were interrupted by a phone call. You smiled, looking at your boyfriend’s contact appearing at the top of your screen. You picked up soon after, lifting the phone to your ear. You were calm with the silence on the other end of the line, until Jisung let out a choked cry.

“Ji?” You sat up immediately. “Jisung, what’s wrong?”

“I-I feel like-“ he began. You were slipping your shoes on, already preparing to drive to his house. “I feel like I cant breathe,” he said again. “My hands are numb and I’m dizzy. Am I dying? Y/N, I don’t wanna die,” he cried.

“It’s okay, I’m coming. You’re not gonna die, I’m right here with you. Stay on the phone with me, okay?” You rushed your words more that you’d hoped, cringing internally. You jumped into your car, tossing your phone into the passenger’s seat next to you. “I’m almost there, okay?” You spoke hurriedly as you flew past the houses on the street. Only a few minutes passed before you were fumbling out of your car into the pouring rain, and running up to Jisung’s front door. You swung it open quickly, calling out for him in his dark house. You could hear his incessant cries from down the hall and instinctively followed them. Your gentle hands clicked his bedroom door open, to find him placed in between the wall and the side of his bed. His knees were tucked under his chin, as he rocked himself slowly. You dropped to your knees in front of him, bringing his head to your chest immediately.

“I’m here. You’re okay.” You hushed him, feeling him finally grip the back of your shirt.

You had never, not once, seen Jisung like that. He was always the happy-go-lucky friend everyone had. He never had an ounce of dejection in his body - or at least never showed it - which is what scared you the most.

“Please don’t bring this up again,” he spoke into your damp shirt after his cries stopped and his breathing evened out. You nodded silently, promising yourself and him to never speak of it.

It had been a few weeks since Jisung called you, the two of you still went to your usual Friday coffee ritual after school. You still never brought it up, keeping every question to yourself.

You were about to drive home from your coffee ritual, until Jisung proposed a bright idea. “Let’s go to the mall. I want to buy you something.” You blinked at him for a moment. “What? It’ll be fun!” He said shoving the keys into the ignition.

You wandered around the mall for a while, his hand in yours as you talked about anything that came to mind. The thought of asking about Jisung’s phone call still lingered at the back of your head.

There were a few times where you pointed out a pair of shoes or a bracelet that you liked, but you never let Jisung buy it for you. “Please, Y/n!” The taller boy whined, after you said no to yet another item to buy. “Let me get you something!” As if on cue, you stopped dead in your tracks, letting out a quiet gasp. You stood in the walkway of the mall, staring into the window of a store. Jisung inched closer to you, trying to meet your gaze through the store. You gripped his hand, dragging him into the store and standing in front of the item you were drawn to. Jisung stared at your face, analyzing the way your eyes shimmered as you scanned the item. You stood before the piece, your fingers dancing along the hem of it. “I love it,” you whispered, turning to face your boyfriend.

It was a silky cerulean dress, with a slit running along the upper thigh. The straps were simple thin strings, which would presumably hang delicately on your shoulders once you wore it. A smile was spread across your boyfriend’s face as well, watching your mannerisms as you admired the dress. “Will you let me buy it?” Jisung traced the fabric. You smiled wide, nodding vigorously. He swung the dress over his shoulder, grasping your hand gently as you sauntered over to the register together. The woman stood there smiling at you, taking the dress from your boyfriend’s hands. “You two are really cute,” she said, scanning the barcode as the total appeared on the screen next to the register. “Ah, young love,” she sighed, placing her hand over her heart. “That’ll be $19.99.” Jisung pulled out his wallet, handing her a card before turning to you to admire your features for a moment. You met his gaze, smiling at how focused he looked. “Here you go.” The employee said, handing Jisung your bag. You turned to walk away, before she stopped you. “I can see it in his eyes, they’re filled with so much emotion, he could burst. Keep him safe.” She winked at you. You thought back to the night that he called you. “He really does love you. I can see that too.” Although bewildered, you nodded and gave her a smile before meeting your boyfriend a few feet ahead of you.

Jisung dropped you off at your house, hugging you before leaning back to stare at you for what seemed like the millionth time that day. “I’m gonna pick you up for dinner tonight, okay?” He said, placing his hands on your shoulders. You smiled and nodded, giving him a small kiss before walking inside.

When he appeared at your doorstep again, his eyes were sparkling, taking in your glowing figure once again. You stood in front of him in your brand new dress, the corner of your lips turning upwards. You looked up to the sky for a moment, the baby blue you used to see now meeting hues of orange and pink, as the sun descended behind the mountains.

“You look so beautiful,” Jisung finally said, he looked shocked - eyes blown wide. “Thank you,” you smiled, kissing his forehead as you approached his figure.

“Shall we go madam?” Jisung teased, playfully lending you his hand to escort you to the car as if you were royalty. You grasped his hand gently, walking down your stairs.

You reached your destination quickly and blindly (he had you cover your eyes for the “best part”), Jisung coming to an abrupt stop, causing you to run straight into his back. “Sorry,” you could hear his sheepish smile in the way he spoke. You imagined that tinge of pink that coated the tips of his ears as he spoke again, “You ready?” You nodded, bracing yourself for the setting your boyfriend prepared for you. He untied the small cloth at the back of your head, bringing it down off of your eyes. You blinked slowly, your eyes adjusting to the dimming light of the sun. Jisung watched your expression change, a tender grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. You turned to him with eyes which he thought ‘held the entire universe in them,’ smiling wider than you ever have. “Oh my god, jisung!” you playfully hit his arm. He had set up a picnic for the two of you under a small tree. You were stood in a quaint field, decorated with an array of colored flowers everywhere you looked. You hadn’t realized, but Jisung had snapped a photo of your smiling face to remember that day. To remember how much love he felt for you.

Jisung swiped his fingers across your palm, drawing little shapes across it before connecting your fingers together as you walked to your setup. He had bought a few of your favorite dishes, and your go-to order from your small coffee shop on your way home from school.

After a while of picking at a little bit of your food, you found yourself situated between Jisung’s legs, your back against his chest, sipping your coffee occasionally.

“Can we take a photo?” you turned your neck to face him. Jisung grinned at you, as you grabbed your phone from the blanket the two of you were perched on. You held the device in front of your faces, posing for the image. You snapped a few photos, bringing your arms down to see them better.

“I like this one the most,” he pointed out a specific photo. “Your smile looks so genuine there. I really love it.” He started at it dotingly. You watched his eyes finally meet yours, and his lips pulled into a smile. “I love you so much,” he kissed you. You giggled into the kiss, placing your hands on his jaw. “I love you more.” you finally spoke.

The sun had gone down hours ago, leaving you with the ocean of deep purple and blue hues dancing with the stars as they shimmered above your heads. You were still sat in your boyfriend’s lap against the tree, staring at the sky now.

“Hey Ji?” Your gentle voice broke the comfortable silence you sat in. A blush crept up the boy’s neck that you could just barely make out in the darkness that surrounded you. He hummed in response. “Can you promise me something?” You felt the words fall out of your mouth. You shifted in his lap to face him with your whole body. He looked at you confused, but nodded anyway. “Promise me,” you began, grabbing your phone and showing him the photo he had pointed out earlier. “Promise me that you’ll remember this moment, you and I together under the stars. No matter what happens to us, remember how much fun we had.” Jisung let out a quiet sigh, before speaking. “But nothing lasts forever.” he whispered, wrapping you back in his arms. But this time it felt different - his hug. It was like he’d never see you again. At that point, you felt your eyelids getting heavier, letting your body lean further against your boyfriend’s. “I love you so much,” you whispered, letting sleep take ahold of you.

The next morning, you weren’t in a field of flowers with your boyfriend. Instead, you were met with bland ceilings and an empty left side of your bed. You laid in your once warm and welcoming oasis, stretching your arm out to touch the sheets. Your arms moved quickly, frantically searching for purchase in another warm body next to yours. “Jisung?” you sat up, finally looking around your room. Your eyes finally met his, just not in the way you’d hoped for. It was one of the last photos you had of him before he took himself from your world. It was framed on your once shared bedside table; a photo of the two of you in a park together. Tears formed in your eyes, blurring your vision as you let out a choked sob, your shoulders shaking violently as each cry was ripped from your lungs. It felt like you were suffocating. Drowning. Your whole world was dark and meaningless without him - Without Jisung. And it wasn’t fair - how your brain did that to you. How it made you think for a moment, that maybe, just maybe you’d have him back and it all would’ve been a bad dream. But alas, that want the case. You let your grieving mind wander back to his funeral.

You and all of your shared friends were stood in a dismal graveyard, surrounding a casket that didn’t deserve to be there; that shouldn’t have been there. You stood there, staring at the wooden box - cursing it silently. How could you have let him slip away so easily? You’d never forgive yourself for letting the only person who brought real joy to your life slip away from you so easily by his own hand. One of his and your closest friends, Chan, had walked over to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. He didn’t need to say anything to you. You and already heard it all before.

Your body was shaking now, trembling hands gripping the bedsheets tightly as your mind finally came back from the horrid date.

You leaned over to grab your phone, unlocking it quickly. You opened the phone app, calling a number you knew all too well.

“Hey, it’s Jisung, sorry I couldnt get to the phone, please leave a message-“ his voice rang through the device. You needed to hear his voice again. Even if it was some stupid voicemail recording. It was the only thing you had left of his voice - of his presence.

Han Jisung, your person, your light - was gone. And he was never coming back to you, no matter how hard you tried, or how many stars you wished on. Your light had put himself out for good, and you’d never see him shine again.

It hadn't hit you until that moment - that dream was just highlighting your core memories of him. You scoffed, thinking of how your subconscious managed to do such a thing to you.

You really did have the Wildest Dreams after he died.

[nanamishair]

i felt the pain ☹️ luv this fic UwU

NANAMI KENTO + GOJO SATORU || the one that got away

request: i’m literally in love with your fics- i was wondering if you could write a Nanami x reader x Gojo where Nanami and the reader were dating before he left Jujutsu Tech, but they break up when he leaves. When he comes back he realizes he’s still in love with the reader but she’s engaged to Gojo and there’s just a bunch of angst and tension. Sorry ik that’s a lot :’) But ty!!

note: lowkey thought you wanted a nanami x reader x gojo and i was like ‘oh babes am so ready-’ until i rer-read your request lmao! but honestly this was a lot of fun to write. tbh, if i was reader I would choose nanami cause rn am a whole ass SIMP for the man that is nanmi kento cx but i hope i managed to capture what you wanted in this request babes!

pronouns: she/her

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[starfirette]

any chance you can do a part ii two living a lie? it’s so good and the ending.

like maybe more angst all the sad stuff. maybe the reader becomes a villain?

AAHHH. Yes. I'm so so glad you liked it because I actually forged a bunch of lore and back story for Talia and Bruce especially.

Y/n becoming a villain seems so fun! I'll do it and I'll tag you!!!

[musette22]

hey Minnie! I hope your day turned out to be a great one!

over the past few weeks I took a break from reading countless stucky fics (agh assignments🙄) and last week I came across some intriguing fics which involved some other ships I adore from different fandoms and indulged myself a little. And after reading 3 fics, I realized that no other ship and fanfiction relating to it can make me feeeel what I feel when I read a stucky fic- like I don't mean to disrespect the authors because the other fics were really awesome but I don't know! I cannot properly describe it. The thrill, the joy, the sadnesss (i love me some angst with a happy ending ofc!) that courses through me when I read the beautiful beautiful stucky fics that this wonderful fandom has to offer. Reading stucky fics is a truely unmatched feeling😩

In other words, this is just me realizing (not for the first time) that Steve & Bucky will forever be my number one OTP and I am very much okay with that💘 and that the creators of this amazing fandom have spoiled me rotten with their glorious fanfics and fanarts to the point where nothing else compares❤️ and that I love every. single. one. of. them. with my whole heart <3

Hello sweetheart!! My day was really good, thank you! I hope yours was too?

Aahhh I love hearing this, actually 🥺 Thank you for telling me! I very, very much relate to what you're describing here. I've always been an avid reader, so of course I've read plenty of other amazing (love) stories that I've really enjoyed over the years, but there is just something about this ship that gets to me like nothing else has gotten to me before. No matter how much I read or think about them, I can't get enough of them. There's just this bottomless well of love and fascination for them inside of me that I keep drawing from and it never seems to run dry. It truly is the ship that launched a thousand (well, more like thousands and thousands) fanworks and inspired SO many people, and that's all because Steve and Bucky's story, and their love (and Chris and Sebastian's chemistry) are just very fucking special.

So yes, I completely know what you mean, and I'm so happy to hear Stucky is your forever number one, and it's very much the same for me! 💘

[bittykimmy13]

Okay I’m going to throw a lot at you! 1-3, because I’m always interested in hearing about your projects! Also very curious about 8, 12 & 22.

Also, can we be bestfriends?

YOU'RE SO SWEET THANKU 🥺💕🥺💕 Don't mind me, I'm just a gremlin with a lot of FEELINGS 😭✨

First official Print Universe book!! It's in the editing stage right now! It'll answer the question about how prints came to exist in this universe ✨

Shot in the Dark rewrite! It's in the outline stage! It's gonna be SUCH a glow-up, you guys aahhh 😍

AND! I'm working on the new vampire!Lee story, slowly but surely lol

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Honestly I'm so fucking stoked for the rewrite of the first meeting in Shot in the Dark! Not just that initial moment, but the aftermath is gonna play out differently and it's gonna be A LOT 😘 Angst off the charts. Character building. It's gonna be FUN ✨

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HAHA all of my abandoned projects have entered the chat :') I'll focus on Best Wishes. I wanted it to go in a polyamorous direction, but the story in general fizzled out for me. I think the problem is that I have trouble maintaining a slice of life story over multiple chapters like that. I need high stakes, and I couldn't find them in that setting. Maybe one day!

I have ideas for a different polyamorous couple on the backburner tho!!

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Yeah I do!! The stuff I write is the type of stuff I'd love to see more, which is why I make it 💕💕💕 Dark G/t themes, drama, complicated romance, all that good stuff. My chat/inbox is always open for recommendations!

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I mean!!! It's the DREAM to see our works on a bookstore shelf 🥺 That'd be amazing. If it doesn't work out, I'm still so proud of our work and proud of what we've done as independent writers figuring this craft out together!

Yes, it'd be awesome to have our work be well-known, but whatever happens, I love writing and characters so much more beyond that 💕

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I love to read old works before bed!! Lots of comfort reads there :') As I said, I write the stuff I want to read 💕 I'll cringe here and there at older works, but I'm generally pretty proud of my writing at this point ✨

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Send me writer asks! 🌸

[unbelievableholland]

Hi!!! Congrats on 117 followers aahhh you so deserve it! May I please request prompts 16,42, and 45 with Peter Parker or Tom Holland? Thank you so so much - 💕💕

Far From Home

Pairing: Peter Parker x MJ, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Injuries, angst.

Words: 2,290

Summary: During your European trip, you and Peter drift apart.

A/N: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG, and I dunno if this was what you had in mind😅 I went through MAJOR writer’s block, but I powered through it and made this. I got a little carried away, and yeah it might be a 2 or 3 part mini series.

Prompts:

16. “Am I really that bad?”

42. “Making you fall in love with me was never my intention”

45. “I’m fine, really. I always knew he wasn’t the one. I guess you can say he’s just my almost.”

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“Ned! We’re clear on the plan, right?”

You and Ned were talking when Peter interrupted you, bouncing with enthusiasm. Ned looked at you with sorrowful eyes before looking at Peter, masking his previous expression with an emotion almost as enthusiastic as Peter.

“Uh, pshh yeah duh. Don’t be too obvious about it though. You were literally shouting.”

Peter rubs the back of his head with his right hand, looking around to see if anybody heard. He’s giggling nervously and you can’t help but adore him for it, he’s just so cute. Gosh, this boy will be the end of you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll keep it down. Sorry to interrupt you guys. I’ll head to my class. See you later!” After he did his handshake with Ned, he left to go to his class since he doesn’t have Biology with you and Ned.

Ned looks back at you. You both didn’t miss the fact that Peter barely paid attention to you before he left. You understand it though, he’s excited for his plan to get MJ. He’s giddy.

“Ned, stop it. I don’t like it when you pity me.”

“Yeah, but I can’t help it. Probably all of Midtown expected the two of you to get together. Hell— I thought you’d end up together! I was really rooting for it.”

You see, Peter and you used to be inseparable. You had nicknames for each other, he used to put his arm around you and around your waist all the time. He even used to kiss your cheek from time to time. Used to.

Those didn’t happen anymore though. He used to flirt— apparently unintentional though— with you all the time. Everyone thought so, but again, those don’t happen anymore. Especially with MJ in the picture.

You just accepted it. Even if you’ve been practically in love with Peter since freshman year.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, really. I always knew he wasn’t the one. I guess you can just say he’s my almost.”

“Almost?”

“Yeah. Almost. I know that we weren’t ever together, but you know” You shrug it off, wiping your eyes before the tears could fall.

You couldn’t explain it properly, but yeah. You know there was something between you and Peter, but maybe there wasn’t? Maybe there almost was?

Damn mixed signals.

Ned just shakes his head and sits back in his chair as the teacher enters the classroom to begin the lecture.

When they told you you’d be going to have a European trip, you didn’t want to go. As much as you want to explore the rich culture and art of Europe, you’d rather stay home. Just because of Peter’s plan. You know he’d never stop talking about it.

But when Peter begged you to come, begged you to join him and Ned on the trip. How could you say no?

It’s not like you have anything against Michelle. You actually think she’s a cool girl. Smart as well.

She’s not like Peter, and that’s what makes them good together. Opposites attract. Right?

On the day of the trip, you’re pretty early, so you got first in line to enter the plane. Mostly because you’re trying to avoid Peter though.

On the plane, you picked a random seat around the middle and picked the one beside the window so you could look outside. You’ve never been on a plane before, so you’re pretty anxious, but you still want to see the view outside.

Your plan on avoiding Peter has worked pretty well so far. You half expected him and Ned to find you, and you expected at least Ned to be the one to sit next to you.

Instead, when you feel someone shuffling beside you, it’s not either of them.

It’s Flash.

He sees you, and instead of leaving or saying something rude to make fun of you, he smiles. A genuine, happy-to-see-you smile.

The happy vibes radiating off of him influenced your mood, so you smiled back as he moved to sit on the seat next to you. You didn’t say anything though and you turn your head to the window once again.

It weirds you out a bit that Flash just smiled at you instead of being rude. Of course, he had never been mean to you. Only Peter, and that in and of itself resulted in you not wanting to talk to him.

Maybe he wasn’t who you thought he was.

You shake the thoughts out of your head because he’s bullied Peter enough. He doesn’t seem nice. Not to you at least.

But, you’re open minded to the thought of befriending him. At least during the trip. You don’t want to be alone and you don’t want to have bad blood with him if he’s going to be sitting next to you.

Since the moment you’ve been in your head though, you have been unconsciously staring at Peter that has been in his seat for about 5 minutes now.

“You know, if you really like Parker that much, you should tell him”

You flinch when Flash leans a little closer to you and whispers. You heart beat calming down after a few seconds.

“I don’t— what are you talk— ok, fine. I do like him, but he doesn’t like me. End of story.”

“He did. If it wasn’t obvious enough, he did. Now, he likes MJ. What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing, and, you never got confirmation that he liked me so…”

“Okay then, if you’re not going to do anything, who are you going to be with for the trip? It looks like you’ve been avoiding him judging from the fact that you chose to sit alone, and Ned looks like he’s getting along fine with Betty over there.” He snickers, as he points to Ned and Betty next to each other, giggling like children in a candy store.

Peter on the other hand, ended up next to Mr. Harrington due to his failed attempts at trying to get seated next to MJ.

“I dunno. I’ll probably spend it alone. It’s not like I have any other friends.”

“Hmm, well, I guess I can make an exception”

“What?”

“You can hang with me for the duration of the trip”

Your eyes widen and your back straightens in shock. Did— did Flash just offer to hang out with you? It might be a bit weird, but you like the idea. You like the idea of enjoying the trip with someone else, at least.

“I… I’d like that, actually.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

He smiles once again at you and leans back on his chair, putting on his headphones and closing his eyes to try and get some sleep.

Once you arrive in Venice, you pick up your bags and of course, follow Flash. Peter and Ned on the other hand, stared in shock when you went passed them to go to Flash in front of the boat for the canals.

You’re talking and laughing with him. They didn’t ever think you’d be friends with Flash. Ever. You always talked about how he annoyed you, how he was such a prick.

Peter steps forward, moving to keep you away from Flash in fear that he might do something to prank you or hurt you, but before he could, Ned stopped him.

“Peter, come on. She looks like she’s having fun. Let her have fun.”

“But it’s Flash! You know we can’t trust him!”

Peter whisper shouted. He always felt protective of you. He always did, and will continue to be.

“Yes, I don’t trust him, but I trust Y/N, and I know you do too. She’s not yours Pete. You have to let her live her life”

With a huff, Peter finds a seat on the boat and watches you interact with Flash, unintentionally sending a death glare at the two of you.

This went on for the rest of the trip. Even when Peter’s fighting the water monster, he takes a second to spare a glance at you to see if you’re ok. For some reason, he felt…something when he saw Flash next to you with his hand holding yours while both of you are running away.

He forgets about it though. Especially when Nick Fury and Mysterio came along.

When you made it to Prague, you actually thought back about the things that have happened, and it’s crazy.

First, you actually enjoyed your time with Flash. Second, everything that involved Mysterio and your trip. You know something’s up, and you want to find out what it is.

So, the night Mr. Harrington forced you to watch the opera, you snuck out. Knowing full well that Peter snuck out as well.

Things get even crazier. You see Peter, in an all-black suit, but you only realized that it was him when you saw the web.

That’s definitely Peter.

You had gone to the ferris wheel since you saw Ned and Betty there, but before you could even go near it, a lava monster appears. While you know there most likely is a name for these things, you’re too busy trying to run away to think about it.

Running to the opposite direction, you bump into someone, both of you falling down in the process. You quickly apologize without looking at him and continue to run.

Although, you definitely should have looked at him, because during the fall, he quickly attached a tracking device on the bottom of your shoe. Tiny enough that it wouldn’t be recognizable.

Out of breath, you stop in a random alley where you see Peter. Your breath hitching when you notice that he had noticed you too.

“Uh…hey Y/N! I-uh,I can explain I—”

“Cut the crap I know you’re Spider-Man.”

“What! What are you—”

“Pete”

With a sigh, he was about to speak, until he noticed something on your arm.

“Y/N! Your bleeding!”

“What? No I'm—”

You look down on your arm where he had his eyes on, and yes, you are in fact, bleeding. You just assume that it’s from the debris earlier that was flying everywhere.

Peter is examining your arm like a mad man though. When you notice that he’s holding you, you yank your arm away from him.

“Peter I’m fine.”

“No you’re not! Why won’t you let me help you??”

He’s still trying to get your arm to see if it’s still bleeding—which it is— but you keep backing away from him.

“Y/N, let me help.”

“No.”

“Why?! Why are you backing away? You know what, why are you even avoiding me? And why Flash?” Yes, the question seems random, but he has to ask. He’s been thinking about it since the first day of the trip.

You don’t answer, the floor suddenly being a source of interest.

“Why!?! Why Y/N!? Why d—”

“Because I love you! I’ve loved you for a really long time but you never even liked me back. I didn’t mean to avoid you, we just grew apart when you suddenly kept hanging out with Michelle, and-and Flash? He’s actually a really really nice guy. To me, at least. A-and I know it’s my fault I fell for you b-but there was something, right? I mean, you kissed me on the cheek, you wrapped your arms around my waist and everything! Everyone thought we were together!”

Out of breath, your chest heaving and you have tears in your eyes threatening to fall. You look like a mess, but Peter could care less what you look right now. He didn’t known you thought that way and he feels horrible that he had done this to you.

“I’m sorry—”

“I-I don’t need your sympathy Peter. I get enough of that from Ned.

“Ned knows?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too, Y/N b—”

“but not in the way I love you. Yeah, I know.”

“Making you fall in love with me was never my intention.”

Peter didn’t know what else to say except that he’s sorry. He feels a little betrayed by Ned that he didn’t tell him, but he understands. Ned’s you friend as well, and he isn’t obligated to tell Peter everything.

You begin to walk away slowly, trying to get out of the situation to go wallow in your own sadness, but not before turning around to face in one more time.

“I have a question. You don’t need to answer, but it’s really been bothering me ever since MJ.”

He looks at you expectantly. Hoping that you’d stay a little bit more.

“Am I really that bad?”

Peter’s a bit taken aback by your question. How could you even think that? To Peter, you’re perfect.

“What— No! How could you think that??”

“Because you chose her.”

He has to admit, there was something between the both of you. He wouldn’t have been acting so intimate with you if there wasn’t.

“There- there was something between us. I didn’t know what is was and I still don’t. I have to admit that, but I guess MJ… Y/N, your perfect. You are, but—”

“But not as perfect as her”

“I didn’t say that—”

“You didn’t have to”

“Will you just let me finish!”

Just then, your phone rings. You check your phone, and you have about 28 texts and 5 missed calls from Flash and 15 missed calls and 35 texts from Ned. You assume they’re looking for you.

Saved by the bell, you think.

“I-I have to go. They’re probably looking for me.”

Before Peter could even speak, you run away to the direction of the hotel. Clutching your arm to help stop the bleeding.

Still, oblivious to the small device under your shoe.

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[shinayashipper]

Gambling With Destiny Cover gif +bonuses

People reacted very positively for my last ramble, the thing about posting fanarts for fanfics and I mulled it over & over and just... “Hey, if it really bothered the authors then I can just take it down! No harm done with posting them! I can always take them down anytime, the authors just had to tell me!” SO YEAH!!!! here’s some Art Dumps, because I AM FEELING FOR THIS FIC, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!

Hope you can bear with me hhh

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Below will be bunch of arts for one of my fave Puzzleshipping fic by one of my fave author: Gambling With Destiny by  @ygospamproduction​ !!!!!

AAAAHHHH PLEASE, Y’ALL, I’m just!!! I really FEEL for this fic!! The plot, the world-building, the ANGST, I am LIVING!!

I’m sure this fic isn’t for everyone but CHECK IT OUT PLEASE!! This fic had such throughout worldbuilding, and MYSTERIES and you could just get swept away with it! I really love LOVE it!! It pushed the right buttons in me aahhh!! (read the WARNINGS and TRIGGERS first pls)

Also, sorry for the spam, Phoebeus, HHHH hey, like I said if these below made you uncomfortable, pls let me know!

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WARNING: DARK-THEMES

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The ceremony was over, and everything else had just begun.

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(bonuses under the cut, which might be spoiler-y for people who haven’t reached latest chapters)

YES IT’S BANOUB AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH (or the Possessed-Banoub anyway)

HEY LISTEN, it’s Very RARE for me to get attached to OCs, you know!!!! This fic truly had such fitting, amazing OCs!!! I’M SO BLESSED THANK YOU

HONESTLY THAT DUEL!!! BDZVMBJZVDJ SO I N T E N S E

I was on the edge of my seat the entire time!! I was like “ATEM BABY SWEET BABY AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH- also JEU NO NOOOOOOOO- WHY ARE YOU VHDJGZVBXJDB SUCH JHSDJVBJXVB HBVBBVDHBD SELFLESS KIDS!!!!! HJSJDVJMBJZBJMVBJMD AAAAAAHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOO!!!! SBVBMJZBVDJNSJ BLOOD THEY’RE BLEEDING MY BABIES AAAAHHHHH PLS BE OKAY!!!!!!!!!!! JSDHVJNSVJD”

Honestly it was SO GOOD!!!

when I first read one of the guard got GREEN HAIR I was like, omg he’s up to No Good is he, BECAUSE COLORED HAIR = ESSENTIALS FOR THE PLOT HAHAHAHAH sorry, that’s a bad joke.

JHZBVJMNZJMVBJD OH WELL THIS TURNED REALLY LONG, hope you like it aaaahh have a nice day!!