#and we couldn't even hear him????? everyone else was signing that is always so wild to me like you can sign at home why some here

[willowstea]

Are you going to Idina’s new concert ????

yes!!!!!!!!

[portsinastorm]

It is wild to me that actual adults on the clock app are arguing with people and posting videos about how The Sign was not a great episode because it didn't 'do what it usually does' which is 'to help kids cope with change'. Bluey is not a change management cartoon. It's a slice of life cartoon, but because it is a cartoon for kids, it will be optimistic and hopeful. (And it will want them to have agency and a voice, even in a situation where they don't normally have one.)

Also, in doing so, they don't even realize they're just parroting Bandit's school of thought at the start of the episode that more money meant a 'better' life. It was not what Chilli wanted, neither was it what the girls wanted.

People are so hung up on the moving part (probably because they relate to it) and the change that comes with moving that they completely miss the bigger lesson it was trying to teach people.

The Sign was clearly trying to teach that:

a) What's good for one family isn't necessarily good for another. For the Heelers, their village was in their city, their life was in that city, and even if Bandit's job paid better, they couldn't bring that to their new place. But for Winton and his dad, moving was 1000% the best move because it signaled that they were moving forward and embracing a different configuration of their family.

b) Big decisions require 100% commitment. And a decision that affects the family requires the family input. If you take Stickbird as a prequel for Ghostbasket and The Sign, then Bandit must have been torn about uprooting his family for his job.

One person speaking for the family (in this case, Radley and Bandit) and making decisions did not help the family in either one of those cases. It's only when Bandit hears how everyone else feels that he realizes that he was just looking at the money and not the bigger picture.

c) A decision doesn't set your life in stone, you can always change your mind. Adults think that every decision they make sets their life in stone, but we can always change the path.

d) More money does not mean a better life. The Heelers' village was in their city--their family, their friends, the kids' schools. That the Heelers choose community over short-term gain is a huge statement for a kid's show to make. Maybe things will be hard because they chose to stay. But Bluey, Bingo, and Chilli will remember that Bandit chose them and what made their whole family happy, not just what made him happy.

e) There's magic in the middle. When Chilli and the kids go on their quest, they don't know what will happen and the very literal butterfly effect shows things unfolding for the better. But even in the uncertainty and chaos, Bluey, Bingo, Muffin, and Socks get to have good experiences. They try new things! They discover something new! Bluey marks a milestone!

[edrick-rolling]

The swinging really did help. It gave him something else to concentrate on as he made up nonsense patterns, and worked at calming himself down.

This wasn't bad, this wasn't the end of the world, it was going to be ok. Hunter wasn't upset with him, and this wasn't going to ruin their relationship. The blonde's words only further reassured him of this, even making him chuckle.

"Finally, something that makes sense." He nodded, nuzzling the ex guard softly.

"I couldn't imagine a life without you in it either, you're my best friend, my biggest fan when I wasn't ready to be myself yet, we've stuck it through hell and back. No matter what, I know I wanna spend every day having new adventures with you~. Even if those adventures are as mundane as going to the market." He wanted to keep making Hunter lunches, keep sharing midnight snacks, keep watching cartoons, and sharing his music, the new spells he learned, hang out while Hunter carved, or crafted handmade books. Doesn't matter what their relationship is, as long as they stay the best of friends.

Then Hunter asked a new question, that had red lingering in his cheeks. "Oh gosh, that's a tough one....but at the same time, it's not?" He replied sheepishly. He could list hundreds of reasons in his mind, but to actually put it into words for Hunter himself?

"...But I do have the attention of the person I like. Though he's no witch or demon, he's better~. It....it wasn't a fast thing though, a quick crush. It happened slowly, and built up if that makes sense? It was all the little things, the things I saw as I got to know Hunter. Not the Golden guard. The first time I made you laugh so hard you snorted and I could see the gap in your teeth, the days you'd sneak up on me if you saw me at the market, or the library, when you first started picking the lock to my balcony doors, and I'd sometimes find you asleep in my bed with Snowball, or on the floor, or just wanted to hang out, how excited and flustered you'd get when I'd always have something yummy waiting for you when you did....it was cute, and it made me feel special. That someone wanted to see me that much, that someone felt safe enough to come to me and my space if something was wrong, or even if you wanted to spend hours telling me about the new things you learned. When Flapjack first chose you, and when you could finally understand him~. My 17th birthday, when you didn't really know much about birthdays. But you still went out of your way to get me a present. Or when you started hand making me books, and filling them with bard magic from the special castle texts. I still have every one~. But most of all? When I got to see this awkward, silly, nerdy, boy thrive!!" He laughed, swinging gaining excitement and ears wiggling as a grin grew on his face.

"No Belos to hold you back, no more patrols, or overbearing responsibilities. I get to see you finally live the dreams we talked about late at night, see you make friends that think you're as amazing as I do~, see those scars become signs that you won, and he didn't, walk with you to school, stay up late studying together, have sleepovers as much as we want, see you get into therapy, see you carve, and play sports, see you study wild magic to your heart's content, see you cover everyone's clothing in cool patches, see those eyebags fade away, and hear your latest Cosmic Frontier theories. I got a front row seat in watching you become you, and I can't wait to see what's next~. That's the boy I got this big goofy crush on."

@goldenxglyphs asked:

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS

2/5 kisses claimed 💋

"Pfft, you goof~! Why am I not surprised to see you in line?" He snorted. Ears fluttering as he scooped his best friend into his arms, spinning them both around in circles. Intent to get the blonde to smile and laugh with silly behavior!

Never ashamed or shy when it came to affection around his favorite people, and not one to keep someone waiting, he leaned in to fulfill that kiss~. Only to end up planting one right against Hunter's lips.

[celest1all]

if i fix you

pairing: kenma kozume x fem!reader

summary: kenma struggles w life, and reader helps him, or so she thinks.

warnings: angst, shouting, mention of suicide but extremely vague, mean!kenma, ooc!kenma, idk this is shit.

authors note: so yk phoebe bridgers and those lyrics where it goes "if i fix you, will you hate me" well that's this lmao but it is very shit so read at ur own risk

kenma refused to believe that he would find waking up every morning a massive struggle. something he used to think was so easy and a minuscule part of his day was now the hardest part. he couldn't face the day ahead, not if it was going to be the same as the last.

you noticed. you were always an observer and somewhat a people watcher, and that's what you did. kenma was your friend, and that's what friends do, right? they look out for them and make sure they are okay.

before you would just make sure he had eaten and slept the night before as you were very aware of his gaming habits, but then that quickly turned into noticing little things here and there. how he stopped playing on his switch, and how he would have dark circles under his eyes no matter what.

you were worried, very worried. you recognised those signs, you yourself had gone through them so of course you were concerned for the well-being of your friend. and you believed that you had to do something.

kenma trudged into school, eyes focused on the floor and avoiding eye contact with everyone and anyone. his half blond hair stood out from the crowd, making it easy for you to clock him.

your eyes widened as you saw him in the corridor, legs moving before you even realised. "kenma," you said a little louder than your normal volume, but less than a shout so people wouldn't turn around and look.

kenma on the other hand, he simply ignored your beckon. he heard it, he could recognise your voice from a mile away, but he hadn't the energy to even turn his body. instead he got out his phone and began typing (well it was more fake typing), trying to focus on something other than your form getting closer and closer.

"didn't you hear me?" you ask, brows furrowed as you looked at him. ah, so you are here now, he thought. kenma simply shrugged. "oh, i musn't have said it loud enough then."

"guess so," his voice was hoarse from not using it as much, and he prayed that you didn't notice.

you watched the way he winced to himself, but you put it to the back of your mind. "anyway, i was wondering if you would like to come over later?" you smiled lightly at him, fingers crossed that he would say yes.

"got other plans." he stated simply, leaving no room for debate. he could see your face fall out the corner of his eye but he payed no mind to it, he couldn't be bothered for all that today.

"oh come on," you nudge him slightly with a smile still on your lips, trying to ignore the sense of rejection. "we haven't hung out in ages. please?" you flutter your eyelashes at him, eyes wide.

kenma just stared into them, bored. "no." he began to walk away from you, his head starting to pound. at that moment, he also realised that it was now silent, everyone had gone to class. it was just you and kenma. kenma and you. and no one else.

as you watched his retreating figure, your mind ran wild trying to think of anything to say to him, to either persuade him to take you up on the offer of him coming over or to somehow talk to him now.

with no other option, you hollered down the hall, "i know you're not okay." your voice reverberated through the hall and into kenma's ears, making him stop in his place.

what did you just say?, he thought to himself.

swivelling in his place, he turned to face you. "what?" his words were hard, daring you to say it again.

you bit your lip, worry slowly seeping into your soul. even though kenma was feet away from you, you could feel his anger slowly increase. deciding to carry on with what you were saying (might as well go all out now), you edged closer to him. "i know that you aren't okay." this time your voice was quieter, and your words were full of concern for your friend.

kenma scoffed at you, "you don't know shit."

you ignored how harsh his words were and put it off as not knowing how to deal with his feelings and that he didn't mean it. "i know you kenma, and i can tell that you aren't okay."

instead of you moving closer to him, this time it was him. you could hear the loud thumps of his shoes hitting the floor, it vibrating through your body rather menacingly.

"well you obviously don't know me as well as you thought because i'm fine." he raised his eyebrow at you, smirking slightly.

"really?" you ask, "are you?"

"the fucks that supposed to mean?" he curses, now in front of you.

"are you really fine?" you elaborate, trying to ignore how nice he smelt. even when he was clearly going through, he still smelt amazing.

you watched him roll his eyes at you, "what, do you think you know me better than i know myself?"

you frowned at him, shaking your head at him. "no of course not, you know that's not what i meant--"

"then what did you mean then? huh?" he asks condescendingly, eyes scanning your face.

you could feel how angry he was getting, and you were getting more concerned for him with each passing second. this wasn't like the kenma you knew, and it was weird to see. you didn't like it.

you took a deep breath and looked at him, "look, i've noticed a few things and i'm worried about you. you look like you haven't slept in days, and you barely talk to anyone anymore."

the reaction you got was not one you expected. he laughed. "and you think that, what, i'm depressed? is that what you're getting at?"

you shrug at him, not know how to respond. in all honesty, you didn't really expect for this to get to this point. "i just want to help you."

"oh!" he laughs again, it echoing and sending shivers down your spine. "you want to help me?" he watched you nod your head at him. "what is this, have you got some kind of saviour complex or some shit?"

"what? no, of course not!" you were taken aback by accusation, why would he think that?"

"so you just wanna fix me, is that it?" he started getting very close to you, so close you could feel he breath on your face. "or is it because you wanna feel like your capable of something for once?"

the word kenma spat at you hit you harder than anything that had ever been said to you. you didn't believe that kenma kozume, you friend for ten plus years would say such horrid words to you. to someone he claimed to love years ago.

"stop," you say just above a whisper.

"i always knew that you were pathetic y/n, but this," he scoffs again, his tongue wetting his lips whilst staring into your now teary eyes, "this is a whole new level of pathetic."

the tears you were trying to hold back were now falling freely down your face, and dropping onto the cold hard flooring of your school. "please stop." you whisper again, not having enough in you to say it louder.

"maybe you're the one who needs fixing, have you ever thought about that? if you're so convinced that--"

before he was able to finish his sentence, you shout "just stop it!" and push him forward, making him stumble back slightly.

kenma was surprised at your actions, his eyes widening. he knew what he was saying was wrong, and he could never take it back, but he didn't care. he didn't care about anything. not you, not himself, not anyone. he just didn't care.

"how dare you?" your tears were now falling faster than before, "you are so fucking ungrateful, kenma." you clench your hands, your nails digging into your fists. "so you know what," you wipe your tears and look at him dead in the eyes "i'm done."

kenma watches you, not being able to form any words. he stared at you as you walk straight past him, barging into his shoulder as you do so. "oh and you know what," you turn to look at him over your shoulder, him looking back at you "go ahead and slowly kill yourself, but don't say i didn't try and help you."

your words were full of hatred, going straight though kenma's heart. sad thing was, he couldn't blame you. not after what he said to you, hell, he deserved it after what he said. he deserved everything.

[harfanfare]

Snow White and Juliet

trigger warning: suicide and just whatever happened in Romeo and Juliet & Snow White but darker.

People tend to define different things with the same word.

According to some, the lack of life is simply death. Others include there people who do nothing but work. They have no love, no passion. Those who remain unmoved by the suffering of others. Heartless ones.

For one poison vendor, "lifeless" meant being unable to move, drink, eat, but think. Think for eternity about nothing, what is described harsher than real death.

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„Test 103 was accomplished with success.”

There is confusion in the experiment hall. Researchers run from monitor to monitor, all comparing unexpected, but desired results.

No errors in documentation. No lapses in research. No difference in subsequent attempts.

The team of researchers was cheering in awe: the antidote for one of the biggest poisons in Twisted Wonderland, the "Poisoned Apple", has been found.

It's time to wake Neige Leblanche up.

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The Leblanche Tragedy happened almost two years ago when many haters got to harras Neige and his fiancée, [Name], who just announced their relationship. You were meeting already for quite a time, and knowing each other even longer. It wasn't easy to break any of you by hate.

But it wasn't also easy to live with people, who despised you with all their heart.

"It's alright," Neige whispered, his fingers combing the hair of his beloved. His voice was tranquil and soothing as always, almost by itself vanishing every bad experience. "It will be alright. I will make sure it will be."

"I know. And I am always thankful for that," you replied, cuddling him even more. Neige scent was another thing that hadn't changed over years; it was still the same aroma of wild, but soft flowers and heartwarming sunrays. Another wonderful feature. "I love you, Neige."

"I love you too."

That was the last discussion you had before the disaster happened.

And it started from no one else than Vil Schoenheit, who wasn't even aware how his actions will take a completely another turn than everyone expected.

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"Will it solve it? The sleeping potion?" you asked, turning the vial in your hands. It was no bigger than your little finger, and the potion there was taking only half of the space.

Not so long ago, around an hour, you found yourself invited by Vil to a tea party. You couldn't figure if he had been struck by your "help me" aura or was searching for a company, but you ended up in gardens, staring at the porcelain pot in which the tea was brewing.

It favoured the first meeting you two had: the tableware with the same, old-fashioned flowery pattern and the rich aroma of tea leaves of Vil's choice. Only a plate with sweets and fruits was something new—it was hard to convince Vil to bring anything sugary and even harder to make him try it. He finally ate a small (microscopical, in your opinion) piece of hand-made shortcake, but that was all you could do to let him appreciate the sweet energy shot.

"I cannot guarantee anything," Vil replied, watching you examine the bottle's content. "But it may work. With an emphasis on 'may'," he added, tearing his gaze away. Vil was your dear friend, and even if he didn't approve of your taste in men, especially your pick for a future husband, you were close enough to have him help you come up with a solution. "Use it as a last resort. I... am sure you will be able to find a better, safer way. For example, dumping your fiancé."

You giggled, but both of you knew his proposition was impossible. You could never leave Neige.

"Thank you, no thank you," you answered with a smile. The only thing that didn't let it last longer, were your problems. "Again, I am indebted to you. Thank you for being the best and the best prettiest in my life."

Vil puts the tea away, its taste suddenly feeling bitter and hard to swallow.

"...Well then. [Name], don't be reckless."

"I will try my best not to. I promise."

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You found a solution.

If you were the reason which made people attack Neige on social media and not only, why wouldn't you just disappear?

Not for eternity. Only for a month, maybe a few weeks, until the turmoil would silence. You and Neige could get married this way, inviting no one else than the closest of the closest people for the ceremony. Announcing your marriage and fake death wouldn't be that much of a shock as many could assume. There is a field called effective business, and everything can happen under that name.

I know how reckless is that, you were writing your thoughts on a paper. Once the dwarfs you invited to yourself saw the letter, they would give it to Neige. And you two would no longer have anyone who could undo anything. But think about it, Neige! If we may finally be together, isn't it a great chance?

You reassured him in the letter that you would wake up after few days. You also highlighted that he doesn't have to use your plan and let you two fight against the darker side of Wonderland together. He could just let you have week-long beauty sleep and with a fresh mind, try to solve your problems by less drastic measures: the press or announcements.

Maybe you were only overthinking and complicating the situation too much.

Your most loving fan, [Name]

You signed yourself and closed the envelope.

Your gaze returned to the sleeping potion. I am exaggerating, you thought. Your plans could fit into a script of a good film but in real life? What you were about to do felt... irrational and foolish.

Maybe you would change your mind if not the rush.

Once you heard footsteps on the floor and your friends, dwarfs, calling your name, you knew it is time to make a decision.

You quickly unscrewed the bottle and put it in your mouth. The sweet, sleepy fragrance with a hint of rosemary sent you to a sleep that devotedly resembled a death. The crash and sound of breaking glass as you fell to the ground immediately alerted everyone in the mansion. You couldn't hear the accelerated footsteps, screams, cries and commotion that was going on over you.

Before anyone could think to do something other than trying to wake you up and calling the hospital, the letter with your plan flew outside the window.

That night you broke two things: the promise you made to Vil and a heart of Neige.

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The death of [Name], the fiancée of the most adored man in the world.

Marriage cancelled? The mystery behind the death of [Name] [Surname].

A Dead bride.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

Neige scrolled through the media, each article made his heart ache. He ignored a great count of calls and didn't manage to appear at your funeral in time.

He was a broken toy, who just lost its batteries. He was a wrack of what he was before. Beautiful on the outside, blank on the inside.

Wearing a dark, a bit too oversized suit, he laid against one of the roadside trees. He closed his eyes, trying not to focus on any people, buildings or sounds except his breath. It was slow and steady until he remembered why he tries to calm down; then he would choke on his breath, tears falling from his eyes and trying to not lose balance.

"Would you like an apple?"

Neige wiped his tears in a sleeve and slowly turned around to see an old lady behind a stall. It was ruined and seemed unattended for years. The counter was doty, wood softened and tore off in big pieces by the wind and rain. Between beautifully decorated shops and cafes, this stall seemed to be a remnant that no one ever wanted to touch.

"Thank you, but I am fine." Neige replied in his polite tone, but the smile he sent her looked like nothing near 'fine'. "I am not allowed to take anything from strangers, but that is really kind of you!"

"Not just a bite?" the lady continued, putting an apple on the counter. It was brown, slightly green, and Neige would never guess it was an apple. Maybe more like a rotten apple, but no one would say that this apple was unfresh. Adversely, it contained freshness, but not of the common kind. "Wouldn't you like to join your lover?"

Neige held his breath.

"You mean... to die?"

"What I mean has no value. You will understand it the other way, even if I tried to explain," she replied. Her voice was squeaky as she repeated the question the same enigmatic way she did the first time. "So, would you like an apple?"

"No, thank you..." Neige bowed slightly. He hesitated, before trying his best to speak up. "I- I think [Name] would hate me dying. Only if she could understand this too..."

"Maybe she did" the lady replied. There was conviction in her voice, and Neige couldn't help but take her words seriously. "Or maybe not."

Neige hoped you did. How he loved you and how your death changed him from the happiest man in the world, the saddest one. He didn't know why you took your life and why he didn't notice anything before. He regretted spending not as much time with you as he wanted to.

But nothing could be done to change the past.

"I will get going," Neige said. He glanced towards the old lady, who smiled at him and showed some of her lacking teeth. "And... could you fetch me this apple, please?"

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Once Neige's gaze settled on your figure, the world was immediately forgotten.

He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears much more than silence who was your only companion.

No flowers, candles and golden ornaments of the church could divide Neige's attention, as his pace fastened with every step he made towards you. He didn't hesitate to lock his fingers with yours. He squeezed them, wishing his warmth could reach you.

"[Name]..." he whispered, getting his face closer to your sleeping face. He gently removed the lost strands of hair from your face, not believing that you won't wake up anymore. As much as he wanted to, no mage in Twisted Wonderland could bring the dead back to life. At least not in human's form. "I love you so much. T-too much, I think. How can I live without... my life?"

He gave you one last 'farewell' kiss on the lips, his body next to yours. "See you soon, [Name]."

His expression is the softest one he ever wore, as he reaches for an apple.

He bit it.

And then 'died'.

No sooner than the poison completely took control of his body, you woke up.

"Neige...?" you murmured, bringing your hand to his cheek. The anxiety mingled with your thoughts once you look around yourself. "We are... in a coffin?" You sat. It required effort, after not using muscles for a whole week. By the time, you took a break, you conjectured what happened. You jerked your head around and let your hands cup your lover's face. "Ple-please, please, Neige, don't do this to me. Please."

He didn't respond and the bitterness you tasted when you kissed his still warm lips confirmed that he didn't use Vil's potion. He was poisoned, and the amount left on his lips wasn't enough to take you to the same place as him. "Why didn't left anything for me? Neige..."

Your eye caught the glimmer. You went closer to notice the dagger, resting on the floor. It wasn't that visible as the weapon would be, and until you were a step from it, you could see how thin the blade was. As edge as sturdy.

The fear paralyzed you, as you came back to the coffin. But the remorse and the sight of your lover's dead body were stronger. Your whole body was shivering, a tremor affecting you more than you could ever imagine, making you go mad. Insane.

With one sharp move, you dug the blade into your chest, scared and closing your eyes.

"I am a fool."

By the time anyone arrives, it is too late to rescue you or stop the poison coursing through Neige's veins.

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In the morning sun rises, and everyone in Wonderland wakes up.

It is also the first time in two years since Neige fell asleep.

He can't feel anything. He can't sense the flaxen shirt the doctors changed him in. He can't get his mind through the haze, that has been floating around his thoughts just after he drank the poison. He can't answer the calls of the doctors and his friends, dwarfs, who are gathering around his bed.

But he can open his eyes.

And once he does, the silence is overcoming. When the fact finally sinks in everyone's heart, a great cheer flies across the room. Some of the gathered give Neige comforting touch or reassuringly squeeze his hand.

It takes him some time to realize what is happening, why is he in the hospital room, why people are crying around him and why you aren't the first one he sees once he wakes up. His habit of kicking you while sleeping was something you complained and teased him about. Even if he didn't wake you in his sleep, when he was getting up, his knee would always hit your arm or stomach, waking you up and having you buck him off the bed as revenge.

What he also can do, except for trying to stay awake and catching things his visitors chatter around him, is to try to remember. He didn't lose his memories! It just needs some effort to get them back from the darkest recesses of his mind! And then to regret it.

A whole wave of memories hits him like a tsunami, not leaving him space to breathe and see anything else than chaos, now replaced by the memories of you two.

The kisses. The promises. The vowes. The proposal. The struggles. The tenacity to get over your problems. The plan. The dead body of yours.

He doesn't have to turn around to know that you aren't in a hospital bed beside him. He remembered some of the talks of his friends when he was sleeping. Now everyone is waiting for him to return.

"Neige! You've finally woke up, huh!" Che'nya chippers, his voice cracking at last words. He is relieved about the news and only bad Neige's condition stops him from throwing himself at his arms and spreading the revelation to everyone... No, not even Neige himself can stop him from the latter.

Neige wasn't going to stop him. His mind still replayed the "finally woke up" part, as if the film stopped at the most painful scene, then broke and started to replay the scene once again. And again.

He turned his head on the side, letting the tears run down his cheeks.

He really can't feel anything.

"That," Neige manages to whisper under his breath. It is the first time he tries to say anything, and grievously struggles to put his words together. "is- is... so cruel." Everyone stared at him in silence, the same way they did when Neige and his dead lover were found. His cry brings tears to everyone's eyes, having many people bow under the weight of sorrow and put a hand over their lips to not let themself break again. "I didn't want to wake up..!"

[getitinbusan]

Show Me Your Room -

Jeongguk established relationship

Fluffy smut : Part of the GCU

The studio sat abandoned, the call of dinner pulling everyone away for the evening. The last two cars in the parking lot, you presumed belonged to security. 

"I can't believe I forgot my airpods. I'll just run in and grab them."

Leaning over to the passenger side he kissed your cheek. "Sorry I'm cutting into our date time." 

"Can I come see?" 

"Yeah? You really want to?"

"Of course! You think I'm not interested in what you do all day?" 

The long halls of the warehouse were lined with huge doors but only one had the BTS logo across it. The bright yellow sign read, "CLOSED SET - credentials must be shown for entry."

"Am I going to get in trouble for being here?"

"I think it'll be okay, but you'd better stay close." he winked  reaching for your hand. 

"This is where the magic happens!" He pushed the door open for you to enter. "Welcome to my room."

It was amazing, it could have been in anyone with a teenage boys' house. Your jaw hung open in awe at the details.

"A Surfboard? Clothes, look at all these posters. This is seriously cool!"

He laughed at your excitement. 

"So is this what your room at home looked like?"

"Are you kidding, my mom would never let me be this messy."

He slid his arm around your waist kissing the top of your head.

"And, she'd kill me if I ever had a girl in my room." 

Pulling away you looked at him seriously. "Jeongguk? Are you telling me you never had a girl...over?" 

He shook his head, "never"

"We need to fix that, baby that's sad." 

"Yeah? I'll drive, it'll take a few hours and my parents might be suspicious as to why we just showed up…" He dangled his car keys playfully. "but let's go." 

You punched his shoulder, "I'm not kidding Guk, let's take care of it." You looked towards the bed, "right now."

His face was dumbfounded but it held an open mouth grin like he was processing the scenario. 

Gently taking the car keys from his hand you threw them on the wooden desk. 

"Now's your chance, you've got me here, we're alone, I want you to show me your moves." 

"You're such a wild girl."

You kissed his neck, "tell me you don't like it," you could feel him hard against you.

"I love it, I love you." 

Your mouths met halfway, hard and needy against each other. 

"What about security?" he got out breathily while pulling his shirt off. 

"I'm trying to fulfill a fantasy here Guk...isn't part of it the fear of getting caught?"

Grabbing for the waist of his jeans you tugged him around to the bed and pushed him back. 

A loud bang and a string of expletives filled the air as Jeongguk's head hit the steeply sloped ceiling.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry are you okay?" 

You lay on his chest and pushed his hair back, "Want me to kiss it better?"

He nodded in full pout until your lips were almost touching his.  Quickly blocking you with his hand, he playfully pushed your head back laughing, "uh uh...lower."

Leaving trails of kisses down his abs you smiled, "You say it like it's a punishment."

It had only been a few weeks since you became a couple, but you couldn't see yourself ever getting tired of Jeongguk. 

He moaned as you reached into his boxers and wrapped your hand around him. The soft honey skin taught over his hard swollen shaft in beautiful juxtaposition always made you desperate for him. He looked down at you smiling, Your cheeks flushed with colour.

"What?" 

"Nobodies ever made me feel the way you do." 

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment since your cock's not even in my mouth yet."

"I'm serious." 

Your tongue ran around the outline of his tip, "so serious…" 

Sliding your lips down his shaft he groaned, "seriously in love with you."

Wetness grew inside your panties as your mouth worked him over. Your hand slid easily up and down his saliva covered cock.

"Have I told you how pretty your cock is Guk?" 

He grabbed the pillow and held it over his face, "Stop, you're not supposed to say things like that." It was muffled but you could tell he was smiling.

Sitting to straddle him your hands creeped under his down filled hiding place and lifted the corner.

"Why? It is pretty."

Pulling your shirt over your head you pressed yourself against his bare chest.

"What should I say instead? Should I tell you it's huge and manly and I love how it ravages me?" 

"YES!" he flipped you quickly onto your back, "That's exactly what I want to hear." 

His face was lingering above you and he wiggled his eyebrows, "We should probably hurry before my parents come home and catch us." 

He slid your panties to the side and let his fingertip linger at your entrance.

"Jeongguk, do you think if we met in high school you would have liked me?" 

He took a pause, "I think," he kissed you softly, " That we are destined for one another in every lifetime and no matter where or when we continue to meet I will immediately recognize you as my soul mate." 

Your eyes locked and he tilted his head cutely at you.

"Jeongguk," 

"yes baby?" he wiped away the tear that had snuck out to roll down your cheek. 

"I'm gonna need you to ravage me with that pretty cock now." 

He sat up and hooked his fingers into your panties. Sliding them down your legs and over your feet he tossed them across the room. 

Meeting back together you laced your fingers through his hair kissing him wildly as he entered you. Moaning in unison as he bottomed out you both giggled.

"Do we do that everytime?"

"Everytime," he worked his hips into you. "and I hope it never stops."

His lips slid over your neck sending every nerve ending into a frenzy that made your toes curl. He felt so good filling you that your brain turned off and all you could see was a kaleidoscope of colours behind your eyes.

"Jeongguk, I'm so close, don't stop, please don't stop…" 

You could feel yourself fluttering around him. In such a short time  he'd already figured your body out. No matter how excited he got for his own climax he always made sure to keep his pace steady until you cried out his name. 

Sweat soaked skin slapped together as lips and hips synchronized to the grand finale. 

"Jeongguk," you cried out as he spurted into you collapsing in exhaustion.

Laying together wrapped in the thin plaid blanket you held on to one another catching your breath. 

"That was amazing," he kissed the top of your head.

"You know what else is amazing?" 

"What's that?" he asked.

"Food. I think we can still make our reservation if we hurry." 

He squealed in delight and jumped out of the bed. 

"Girl of my dreams prioritizing sex and food." 

Almost dressed you could hear footsteps getting closer. The door pushed open and security tentatively approached your scrambling figures.

"Everything okay in here?" 

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Laughing all the way to the car he wrapped his arms around you. 

"Jeongguk...I don't have my panties…" 

He kissed the back of your hand. "I'll find them when we come back to shoot tomorrow."

But he never did.

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Months later you sat in living room as he hurried up the hall towards you."

"They just sent the finished Dynamite MV babe are you ready to watch?" 

Pressing play he stopped about 40 seconds in to point excitedly. There, beside the backpack on the floor, your panties peeked into the frame. 

The untrained eye would have no idea, but he spotted them just a little too quickly and with just a little too much glee for it to be a coincidence. 

"Jeongguk, did you leave those there on purpose?" 

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotted Memory

Somewhere out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me tonight…

Chapter 14 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Alex and Augustus

Meet Me Halfway

John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Location Unknown

18 hours ago

He thought he was dead. He thought they were going to kill him. He wished they would, just to end the suffering. But he also wished they wouldn't. He had greater plans, he still wanted to enjoy his life. And it looked like Nero granted half his wish, while depriving him of the other half. He's going to live the rest of his years in hell.

He couldn't stop thinking about that song, he lay flat on the ground, feeling weak, powerless and defeated.

If I lay here… Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

He couldn't feel a thing but he knew he was being transported somewhere. Red flashes filled his eyes as he slowly slipped away from the conscious world.

~

2 Seconds.

A single drop of water plopped on the cold floor where he laid every 2 seconds. It was getting annoying, but he thanked it for actually waking him up.

Soap struggled to get up and forced himself to do so, grunting in pain as the muscles and bones of his body reacted to his sudden movements. Enduring all the pain, he gasped and got up, moving to the direction of the only ray of light from a crack in the ceiling.

He limped but he had hope, exhaling with excitement as the light got closer every step he took. Then clang! He hit his head on an iron bar. He's in a prison cell, deep underground.

"Shite." he cursed, dropping his knees on the ground, his energy already ran out and he felt thirsty.

"That's freshwater dripping down there." An unknown voice emerged from the darkness, Soap wanted to believe he's hallucinating, but an old figure emerged from the shadows. His hair mostly greyed out and it was long enough that Soap believed he'd been here for far too long.

"The name's Jack. And I suggest you rehydrate. I've been here long enough that you could trust that it's safe." he suggested. His tone was strict but helpful and Soap knew he's trustworthy. They're both prisoners and as the saying goes: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"

"So… uh Jake. What brings you to this dark and gloomy place?" Soap asked, his voice was barely audible but he was heading straight to the dripping freshwater.

"Turns out our friend Nero doesn't want me dead yet. He couldn't pry any information from me. I'm CIA, literally trained half my life to keep information away. He should've just killed me when he got the chance." He replied.

"So, that means he's going to get something out of you too…" he added, Soap looked worried, he didn't undergo some torture training and hes afraid of what Nero wants from him.

"Look kid, I know you're worried. That's why we won't let that happen. Okay? I have a plan." Jake patted Soap's shoulder, it still hurts from all the stomping and the tossing around but he knew he didn't mean it.

"So… CIA. Guess you crossed paths with Alex." Soap asked, his low accent echoed across the dark cage.

"Yeah. Alex. He was like my son, trained him and assisted him all throughout his CIA Career."

"He kinda disobeyed orders by joining the good side which looked bad in the eyes of the higher ups." Soap reported.

"Hm… It's very unusual of him to not follow orders, unless he believes it's for a better cause." Jack supplied to which Soap nodded, agreeing Jack's assumption.

"It was a good cause. Sacrificed himself for the greater good. Miraculously made it out, but lost his leg in the process." Soap continued, updating the old man about his protege, he's actually glad he did as he could feel the man's mood rising from grumpy prisoner to someone a little less grumpy.

"He had good morals, that kid. He could go far with that attitude… I just hoped that falling in love would not be his downfall… just like what happened to me…" he muttered. Soap didn't make out the last sentence so he assumed it was his own thoughts leaking out of his head. He didn't bother asking again.

The iron doors opened and a new patch of light opened. Jack looked at Soap with determination and nodded.

"Looks like it's showtime, sharkbait." Soap nodded noting the Finding Nemo reference at these trying times.

Jack was right. They had a practice of how to handle prisoners for interrogation. A few stomps, handcuffs, sack on the head and push you if you don't cooperate. Soap had to go through the whole thing, and as far as he knows, Jack must have gotten the key.

He limped his way to the interrogation room, buying enough time for Jack to blindly find the keyhole from the cell. He tried fighting back but the taser sticks were already giving him a bad time.

Just as Jack described, the interrogation room consisted of a dentist chair and a television, his captors were beside him preparing orders from Nero on the screen.

Soap squirmed his way out of the chair, trying to be convincing that he had no idea what's going on.

"Stop squirming! Tell us where the girl is… or I'll take a wild guess and destroy your base instead." Nero yelled. His voice was low, like it ran through a voice changer.

"Sod off…" Soap spat and squirmed again, receiving a shock from the taser. He groaned as tendrils of electricity ran through his body shaking him almost unconscious.

"Lower the voltage or he won't respond! Dumbasses! We need something from him!" Nero yelled at his henchmen.

"So… MacTavish…22nd Parachute Regiment, S.A.S., Now Task Force 141… Skilled in combat, Sniper and Demolitions… You know a proper brainwash would help me get the code from you right?" he mused.

"FOUR!" Soap roared from the top of his lungs, panting after he yelled.

"Four? What the fuck are you talking about?" Nero asked, looking confused. Addition to that, the ground shook and made everyone else in the room wonder.

"What's going on?" Nero asked.

"What? we're under attack? By who? How?" Soap's ears could hear the distress from their leader and from the looks of it, 141 already found him making it easier for him and Jack to get out of this hell hole.

"Augustus is gone? They're going to pay! Okay boys kill this man now. We have to send them a message!" Nero yelled angrily and the tv turned to static.

Meet me Halfway

Francine "France" Winters

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Briefing Room

"We're being pressured to capture Nero. With our base compromised, the Board would now decide for our force's future. Simon Riley is now researching Augustus' burner phone, if we're lucky enough, it could lead us to our next clue." Shepherd calmly informed the force about the status. He looked in distress but he had to keep pushing forward, to end this warfare.

"Some of Nero's forces are already in New York. It turns out he could command the brainwashed civilians to deploy EMP blasts but recon noticed that he could only command a few at a time. This means without the IP address, he is still powerless and trying hard." Shepherd added.

"I want you all to always be ready for an all out attack on Nero. Let's prove to the board that we're the best one for the job." He muttered and dismissed everyone. France decided to stay in the briefing room and let the quiet consume her thoughts.

"You okay?" A reassuring hand held her shoulder. She knew it was Gary and tears started to fall from her eyes.

"I… I can't stop worrying about him, Roach." She croaked and gave Roach a very pained stare. She actually missed John's presence even after being together for a short while, she felt that they shared a lot of common things together, the strive to become better, the response to danger even off duty and the determination to achieve a goal. Those were her traits that he also had, these same traits that made him like her despite his cocky first impression.

"Let's help out Ghost track that son of a bitch Nero down. And maybe it'll lead us to him." Roach assured them as they both stood up and went to Research.

"How… how can you still be so sure that he's okay?" she sobbed.

"The dogtags." Ghost interjected while typing furiously on the computer.

"If Soap was dead, he should've shown us his tag. That would cripple some of our Force's focus and would lead to his success in invading and capturing Samantha." Ghost continued, he made sense and France almost smiled with the two's support. Instead, she just breathed out and helped Ghost.

"So, have you traced each source?" France asked Ghost as she also started furiously typing codes and strings of data input.

"Yes, they're really sneaky with the encryption, but I keep on getting pings at one location before it spreads in different places." he explained.

"The nearest signal tower. Every packet almost goes through there. You see that?" France pointed at the screen.

"Yeah I do. Let's start tracing that source." Ghost muttered and the map already pinged the tower's location.

"Bingo." they both whispered and cheered, hugging each other as a sign of success. France felt Ghost's tight hug and felt something off about the guy, then he actually removes half of his mask and pouts his cheek close to hers.

"I…. uh… I'm sorry" Ghost shyly said as France pushed him away and felt awkward at the situation. Gary just stood there in shock as Price entered the room.

"What's the news?" he asked, looking at the three.

"We found him, Sir." Ghost cleared his throat and put back his mask.

"Well, bloody hell. Let's go then!" he said as they all ran towards the exit and prepared themselves. France didn't have the time to think about the events earlier as she was still worried about Soap's safety. She hopes that whatever lies in that place would give her an answer.

~

"FIRE!" Captain Price yelled as snipers quickly shot the guards surrounding the icy fortress. The gulag housed people that the world didn't want but couldn't kill, and she hoped that John MacTavish was on that list.

Danger close explosions crippled both attacking and defending forces as Price roared at Shepherd to be careful. France gulped as she saw a very open field that they're dropping in on and knew for a fact that she's very open and weak at these positions.

Her mind raced, looking at every angle. Tangos were everywhere carrying different kinds of weapons. With minimal angles to hide on, the force, led by Roach aggressively advanced to the Gulag, dodging heavy fire, grenades and RPG Rockets. As soon as they found the tunnel leading deep into the Gulag, France already felt comfortable. This was her playing zone and no one's going to stop her from getting into Nero.

The way in was almost clear, no enemies were against them but instead they ran further into the Gulag. Something was off.

Gunfire was heard deep into the Gulag and as soon as the team reached the control room, Ghost already did his magic. Opening gates, looking at the cameras and defending their six. The masked man helped them further advance into the Gulag.

"Nero's not here…" Ghost said.

"How so?" Price angrily muttered.

"He never set foot in this place. He only uses a television to communicate."

"Bloody hell. Now what?"

" I see two heat signatures behind that wall."

Roach quickly planted a c4 breach and as soon as it exploded Francine pounced at the closest person, raising her fist and looking at its eyes to see the punch go through.

Blue eyes. Those shades of blue. France stopped his fist as tears started to well from her eyes, dropping some on his bare chest.

"John…" she whimpered and smiled.

"Fra.." she didn't let him finish, she kissed him. She didn't care what everyone else thought. The gunfire and explosions suddenly felt nothing to her. She didn't care how John's lips tasted, all she cared about was that he's alive and she's on his arms.

Extraction quickly followed as Shepherd's forces already did a lot of damage on the old fortress. They barely got out just in time for the building's inevitable collapse but they're safe.

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Pink roses (hikaru backstory part one)

Decided to explain hikaru more cause I love him

Warning this story contains: child abuse, heavy talks about incest, talk about sexual themes, toxic relationships

"such clear skin, what a cutie he would be perfect for our movie"

Hikaru kept his head down as he gripped the Lacy pink dress his mother made him wear. He was always dolled up like a little girl his mother said it was to get more people to love him but a part of him knew it was cause he looked adorable like this and older men liked that.

His mother and father were famous both actors and models, his older twin sisters were also gaining popularity for them coming out as transgender. Hikaru's little sister was starting her career as a child actress in movies, as the middle child hikaru was told that he always had to do things he never wanted to. That's how it was, he was told to smile and act cute after all being a star was practically the reason he was born.

"are you ready to start the movie?"

With a shaky nod hikaru nodded before following the men into a back room, what happened next was nothing short of horrific. He watched as his mother counted the large stack of money as they both sat in the back of the black van. With a shaking hand he reached out gripping his mother's arm only for her to coldly push his hand away.

"you didn't make nearly as much as you should have, didn't I tell you that wearing makeup will make them like you more? Guess we just have to try harder tommorow right?" Hikaru gulped harshly before giving his mother a nervous grin before nodding.

Hikaru's family always ignored him unless they needed something, everyone but his brothers they had a sick love for their baby brother. A sick love that shaped hikaru into the person he is, they were four years older than him. Hikaru was ten when their harassment began

"so pretty hika, like a little doll"

"how about you be our dollie? If you let us dress you up then maybe you'll get more attention from mother and father"

Hikaru was basically signing a deal with the devil but it worked, more and more attention was shown his way and he loved every ounce of it, every praise and worship sent him over the moon. He got anything he wanted as long as he smiled pretty during photoshoots and let his brothers have their sadistic fun.

"I want a dog."

"a dog? Oh sweetie dogs are filthy and disgusting"

"I WANT a dog"

Hikaru glared at his father who hated seeing hikaru so upset, how could he say no?plus his birthday was awfully close So the next day they took a drive out hikaru expected them to go to a pet store so he can pick out his furry friend but instead they stopped infront of a house.

"papa, where are we?"

"we're getting you a dog pumpkin, now this dog is very special. You have to train him extra hard even if he cries for you to stop..no matter how human he looks he isn't"

Hikaru was confused but followed his father into the house only to see a family, two boys and a mother. Hikaru didn't really focus on his father speaking or the screaming, instead he walked over to the oldest son and curiously touched him.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before hikaru's father guided both boys home. Salem was forced to sit on the car floor and hikaru couldn't help but at confusion at his new..pet? He wanted a real dog this was a person granted the person was very pretty looking but they were still a person.

Once home hikaru was allowed to play with his new companion but he wasn't sure exactly what to do, how does one interact in a situation like this? Hikaru sat on his bed while salem sat on the floor in the corner of the room

"what's your name?"

"salem.."

Hikaru gave a small hum before hearing his brothers burst into his room as usual probably to toy with him once more.

"hika, we found a really cute maid outfit we wanna see you in"

"be our pretty catgirl meow meow~"

The two boys stopped and gazed at salem who whined slightly before curling up more out of fear. The two boys were very protective of hikaru so of course a random person in their sweet baby brother's room was a huge no. Yuuta, the older twin was like a wild bull when angry all he knew was rage. With one swift movement he snatched salem up holding him up by the back of his shirt like he was some alleycat.

"so, he finally got you your own dog? Well I suppose it's better than a cat why isn't it leashed up hika?"

"he probably doesnt know what to do..how adorable! This is his first dog"

The second twin was yuuji, he always reminded hikaru of a snake who manipulated everyone to get what he wanted cause he was cute, he usually hid behind yuuta poking his head out from behind his twin and always wearing such an innocent childish expression.

Hikaru stood infront of the boys unsure of how to save this situation, if he defended salem then his family might see him different and that terrified him more than ever. He gulped as he simply tried to mimic his brothers in the way they acted towards strangers or those lower than them

"g-give my mutt back already, he's mine I'll deal with him my way" he stood tall as he tried to seem rough but he wasn't expecting salem to bite but he winced at the sight of yuuta dropping him before kicking the poor boy so hard his back hit the wall

"stupid mutt! Ugh I have a mark! Hika you gonna let that mouth breather do that?" Hikaru glanced over at salem who slowly tried to stand up despite the intense pain throughout his entire body.

"what...should I do?"

This time it was yuuji who spoke up now moving to hug hikaru from behind with a dark grin, he slowly trailed his hands lower and lower...making hikaru feel dirty.

"bad dogs deserve to be beaten and punished, he's not a real human he's a dog in a human costume" hikaru felt his blood run Cold as he stared at the bruised shaking boy in the corner, what did this person do to him to warrant this abuse? Hikaru turned to face his brother only to tense at his cold expression.

"if you protect that thing, I swear we'll make you wish you were dead.. who knows what might happen if mother and father find out you want to make friends with commoners, we helped you so you don't have to do anymore of those scary movies..do you want to go back to that hika?"

Hikaru sucked in a sharp breath as he remembered all those dirty feelings that would go for hours upon hours, he felt like he cracked a little and tears filled his eyes thinking about that horrible horrible moment. "No! Please! No more! I can't do that again!" His blubbering gained both boys attention which resulted them sandwiching him in a hug, he was trapped both mentally and physically.

"be a good boy, we just want to help you"

"there's no one else you can trust hika, now you know what you have to do!"

They released him only to push him towards salem who was once again curled up shaking, the two locked eyes for a few minutes before hikaru closed his eyes tightly and slapped salem across the face as hard as he possibly could only to hear a tiny yelp from the boy. Hikaru slowly opened his eyes only to see salem crying while holding his cheek, the sting feeling hikaru felt reminded him that he went another day free from torment.

Hikaru slowly got more and more used to hitting salem after that, it came a point where he had forgotten why he was smacking him around. It became a point where hikaru became colder and crueler, he was truly acting like a member of the family.

One day hikaru can back from school heartbroken, he went into his room and laid in his bed ignoring salem who slept on the floor. Salem had never heard hikaru cry but the sound made his chest tighten, hikaru soon felt someone nudge him and he sat up only to see salem sitting on his knees in front of the bed.

Hikaru don't know what came over him but he ended up letting salem lay in bed with him that night. The two gazed at each other and it was salem who reached out grasping hikaru's hands and interlacing their fingers together. There was a long silence before hikaru gave a low huff

"salem.. you'll love me forever won't you?"

"yes master!"

Those words were what drove hikaru to press his lips against the male's the kiss definitely got far more intense and before the two knew it they were getting far more intimate, it was definitely a night hikaru couldn't forget but it was also a night that granted the two many consequences.

From the hallway two whispering voices were heard, two very angry and betrayed voices.

"I'll kill that damn mutt for dirtying hikaru!"

"poor hika, he's too innocent to make these choices he needs his big brothers. We should show him just how awful dogs are"

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is part 3 of my breeding kink/existential crisis themed story. You are pregnant with Poe Dameron's child. But instead of the mood being celebratory things have taken a dark turn. While you were being intimate Poe told you that he loved you but unfortunately you just couldn't say the same in return.

Poe is a hopeless romantic at heart and you've hurt him, badly.

Will you be able to patch things up with him? Or is he truly gone forever? Have you lost your best friend and the father of your child for good?

Warnings, angst, some language, not for anyone under 18.

Seed Part 3

Your independent streak will be your own undoing. Your mother's words play like a bitter record in your head as you are shocked at what has come out of your own mouth.

You've hurt Poe badly, actually you've crushed him.

"I can't believe what you're saying". Poe replies, fighting back tears. "Our baby, what about our baby?"

"I thought you knew that I wanted a donor only." You reply calmly. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I just thought you knew".

"I didn't sign up to be your girlfriend or wife". You continue, your voice remaining calm. "If you want to co-parent with me you're more than welcome, but ideally I'd like to return to my home planet."

"IF I'd like to co-parent?! IF?!" Poe says incredulously as he quickly pulls his clothing back on. "I can't believe what you're saying, I wish you could listen to yourself right now".

"I can't believe the woman carrying my child is saying these things to me". He continues, rage and hurt burning in his eyes. "It's unbelievable that I was friends with someone like you for so long, what did I see in you?! I feel used".

You've never seen this side of him before. You suppose this was the first time you've ever broken his heart.

"Poe Dameron is the father? Wow, lucky woman".

It's been a week since your last encounter with Poe. Contact with him has been sparse and awkward.

You are having a conversation with one of your best friends, a mechanic named Lin, who is impressed that Poe fathered your child.

"That baby is going to be so beautiful, and smart." Lin continues, the excitement in her voice impossible for her to hide. "If I weren't a lesbian I would have hit that years ago".

"Poe told me that he loved me". You explain with a deep sigh, tears streaming down your cheeks. "And I told him that I missed being his friend."

"What's wrong with you? Seriously." The tone in your friends voice changing over to anger. "Poe gave you the ultimate gift and you said that to him?"

"I wasn't thinking." You explain with a deep sigh. "I thought he knew what our arrangement meant, I feel terrible that I hurt him."

"I suppose you hate me now too." You finish, shrugging your shoulders.

"No, I could never hate you." Lin says with a slight smile as she hugs you. "I just think maybe you should give him a chance, or at the very least allow him in to be a part of your child's life."

Your pregnancy progresses along smoothly with no major complications. Your relationship with Poe is still fractured badly and you are now nearly 6 months along.

One night you are tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, when you hear a familiar knock at your door.

You open it, and it's Poe, with a haunted look in his eyes he embraces you gently, both of you are crying, unable to contain your emotions much longer.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you". You tell him, savoring the intimacy of his embrace.

"How are you feeling? Are you sick a lot? Is the baby okay?" Poe immediately asks, a smile creeping across his face. "Do you know the gender yet?"

"We're having a little girl, and I feel fine, I had some morning sickness but that went away." You explain, relieved that he's back in your life. "My feet are a little swollen, my breasts hurt but otherwise I'm okay".

"I can't believe we're having a little girl". Poe says, tears streaming down his face. "I've always wanted a daughter".

The two of you retreat to your bedroom, you change into more comfortable clothing and the two of you get into bed together. Poe rests his head on your belly to listen to the baby and maybe feel her kicks.

"It's your daddy, Poe". He says, gently talking to your belly as he rubs it. "You're not even here yet but I already love you".

"I'm still returning home". You explain softly, running your fingers through his hair. "But I won't until she's older, I think she needs her father close for the first few years".

"I respect your decision". Poe replies with a bittersweet smile as you continue to run your fingers through his silky, unruly curls.

Maybe it's your raging hormones but Poe isn't merely handsome but beautiful. You never thought a man could be so attractive as Poe Dameron was at that moment in time.

He leans in for a passionate kiss and your eyes meet, with tears streaming down your face you confess,

"I love you".

"I love you too". Poe replies softly. "I always have and always will".

"But I still want to return home". You tell him, crying softly.

"I know baby, I know". Poe replies, tears welling in his beautiful, dark eyes. "But please, let's just enjoy the time we will have together, as a family".

You give birth a few months later to a gorgeous baby girl named Shara, after Poe's late mother. He was there by your side during the entire 18 hour labor.

He took care of her while you slept for the first few nights.

Her first word was daddy. Poe taught her to walk, potty trained her.

Fatherhood brought out such a tender, loving side to his personality.

She is very much her father's daughter, with his dark eyes and curly hair. Poe insists that she looks just like his mother.

He is a wonderful, fully involved parent. When you want time to yourself Poe's there to take care of his daughter.

Time passes quickly, you are now the parents to an active, intelligent toddler with wild curly hair and plenty of questions for everyone.

Poe immediately takes his little girl into the cockpit of the X wing, convinced that she'll be learning to fly before she's 10.

The sight of him with his giggling daughter on his lap in the cockpit of the X wing melted your heart. The genuine joy in Poe's eyes was beautiful.

He loved that little girl more than anything else in the galaxy.

His hair is now a delicious salt and pepper color, parenthood and the slow, steady march of time has aged both of you a little.

You have a difficult decision to make. Your resignation letter has been written and is ready to turn in.

But you cannot do it. You see Poe with his daughter and you can't take her away from him, her daddy.

They are too close. It would crush him if his daughter wasn't part of his life full time. Shara was his little princess.

"She's so beautiful". Poe tells you with a soft smile on his face. "I love her so much (your name), look at her hair, her eyes, her smile, she's just a female version of me".

"Poe, I can't do it, I can't leave". You confess to him late one night.

Shara is sick with a fever and Poe is holding her, singing and trying to rock her to sleep.

"Dada my head feels hot". Shara whimpers.

"I know sweetheart". Poe coos, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Daddy's here, do you want your ewok?"

Her favorite toy was a plush ewok that uncle Finn gave to her soon after she was born.

"I think we should live together too, maybe even get married". You continue, taking him off guard a little.

Poe tucks his little girl into her bed and kisses her on the forehead.

Without another word exchanged Poe gets down on one knee, removes the chain around his neck holding his mother's wedding ring, removes it and slips it on your finger.

And it fits, perfectly.

The end

[sweetbettycooper]

WILD THINGS -OneShot

Ssssshhh Sssshhhh

"We have to be quiet," Betty whispered as Jughead kissed down her neck, digging his teeth in harshly.

"Fuck that." Jughead moaned. His words vibrating along Bettys skin making goose bumps rise and tickle her senses.

Betty held Jughead tighter as she brought his lips back to hers kissing him madly in the janitors closet of Riverdale high.

It was a small cupboard filled with mops and chemicals and tin buckets. Making it really hard to move or keep quiet with all their lustful advances. They had no idea how they both fit in there, but it was the only place they could find in their hurried rush, during their free period.

Jughead was pressed flat against Betty's body wishing they weren't wearing any clothes. They had never done it in a cupboard before. Granted the gym ,the principal’s office, the science lab and the bleachers were all just as risky, but with only minutes left of the school day they weren't about to try.

Jughead's hands smoothed over every inch of her body while Betty held tight to his Jacket collar, making it easier for her to tilt his head and kiss him deeper. Their breathing sharp and heavy, the only thing that could give their hiding spot away at this point.

"God how do you taste so good?" Jughead groaned into her mouth running his tongue over her own. She was like sweet candy to him. Addicted to her sugar high and pink skirts.

Betty smirked against his lips raising her leg slowly up along his jean clad stalks and wrapping it around him. Teasing him to no end. Leaving him no choice, but to grind against her.

"I love it when you do that," Betty whispered breathlessly, grinding her hips back against his.

"You still going out with Archie tonight?" Jughead gritted out trying to think of something to cool his body down.

"Yeah," Betty said dangerously, running his ear lobe through her teeth, "but you're still coming over after that right?"

"Fucking definitely." Jughead grabbed her face roughly, kissing it just as the bell rang.

Like lightning both teens fell out of the cupboard, wanting to get out into the hallway before anyone saw they were in there, or that they were even together for that matter.

High school was a weird place. There was a status quo to keep. Reputations to uphold and Betty and Jughead liked to sneak around.

They had decided to go public for their senior prom which was in a few months and Betty couldn't be more excited but there was one thing she had to do first.

Tell her childhood best friend Archie Andrews.

It was a known fact to everyone even Betty that Archie had a crush on her, but Betty didn't feel the same way. How could she when the school's bad boy Jughead Jones had captured her heart as soon as he walked in the door.

Archie was her best friend though, Betty really didn't want to hurt him. So tonight she was meeting him at pops like they always did as though everything was normal.

As she sat there waiting for him that night she laughed to herself at what Jughead would be thinking about all this right now. She knew Jughead hated Archie and the feeling was definitely mutual. She could just picture him rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath.

"Betty hey sorry I'm late," Archie smiled as he approached and sat down in front of her at their usual booth.

"Hey don't worry Arch I just ordered our usual."

"A Vanilla and strawberry milkshake with fries?"

"What else?" Betty chuckled back.

"Cool."

Then silence fell between them as Betty looked around the diner. It had been happening a lot lately. Maybe they were running out of things to say.

"So....." Archie began slowly. "Did you go home in free period this afternoon? I didn't see you after?"

"Yeah I did," Betty replied quickly, steadfast in her answer. No sign of a lie.

"Well I got detention so that sucks," Archie rolled his eyes laughing at the stupidity of it.

Betty was about to reply when Pop suddenly appeared at their booth with two delicious looking milkshakes.

"Thanks Pop. I don't think I could survive without one of these in my life," Betty joked, taking a sip of hers right away.

"It's my pleasure. Now you kids enjoy," He said in a cheery voice before carrying a chocolate milkshake over to another booth.

She smiled to herself thinking of Jughead and his addiction to Pop's chocolate milkshakes. He was the same as her. Couldn’t live without them.

"You seem happy tonight?" Archie piped up. Betty hadn't noticed he had been staring at her.

But in that moment everything was about to change. No one’s life would ever be the same again.

Betty's happiness would soon fade never to return.

No one had expected it. No one saw it coming.

But the end of the world was here.

Now.

Today.

At that very moment.

-----

The electricity went first. Even the street lights

All the lights went out in an instant, confusing people to start.

Betty knew Pop had a backup generator but when that didn’t kick in she started to worry.

“What’s going on?” Archie asked in the dark. Speaking a bit louder than usual to be heard over everyone else's concerned conversations.

“I .. I don’t know,” Betty said as she pulled out her phone to see if she could find any information online.

Maybe it was across town, she thought.

It wasn’t.

The more she looked, the more she read the more horrified she became.

Then all at once her phone died. Sending her heart rate through the roof in panic. It had been fully charged.

“Did your phone just..?” Archie began but when he looked up and saw people running out of the diner he got his answer.

Betty didn’t know what to do or say. Was it safer inside or outside?

She knew from what she had quickly seen on her phone that they were coming. Invading the world like it was their own and it petrified her to think they could be here at any moment.

“We need to go,” Betty decided frantically, her body starting to shake. “Now!”

Running out the door the world around them had already turned to chaos. Buildings were in fire. People were running and screaming.

A horrified gasp escaped Archie’s lips.

“Holy shit.”

They were here and they were going to kill everything on their path.

“I...I’m...” Betty looked to Archie for help for some sort of direction but he was gone. Fleeing the scene as she looked around. She was all alone.

Betty couldn't think straight. Frozen in her spot just watching everything unfold in front of her. As though she was just waiting to be struck down. With nothing she could do to save her own life.

This was it. She would die in the car park of her favourite place.

“BETTY ! BETTY! BETTY! - WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GO GET OUT OF HERE GO!”

It was Jughead. He was shaking her holding her by the shoulders a wild terrified look in his eye.

“RUN TO THE WOODS I'LL MEET YOU THERE GO!”

What was he doing here. How did he find her so fast. The fact that he thought of her when the world was ending only made Betty feel even more drunk emotions. God she really did love him. That was the first time she had admitted it to herself and it could very well be the last.

“BETTY! ARE YOU LISTENING?!”

Jughead could see she was completely spaced out. Her mind shutting down from the whole situation., but he wasn’t about to let that happen

Grabbing her with force he pulled her close slamming their lips together. Hoping it would wake Betty up like it usually did.

His secret love and passion for her pouring into the kiss. Betty responded immediately holding onto him for dear life. Knowing it might be the last time they see each other.

Betty moaned as Jughead licked her lips slipping his tongue along her own.

A loud explosion breaking them apart.

“What - What’s happening? How are you here? where do I …”

Jughead cupped her cheek trying to calm her.

“BETTS LISTEN TO ME. GO INTO THE WOODS. YOU'LL BE SAFE. HIDE IN DILTONS BUNKER. I’LL FIND YOU,” Jughead said more calmly than he should have. But in the moment whenever they were together time slowed around them.

“I will always find you,” he kissed her one last time.

“I love you,” Betty whispered, her lips lingering on his. She had to tell him even if he wouldn’t say it back.

“I….”

——

Tears ran down Betty’s cheeks as she ran through the woods blood dripping down her arm and leg. Her side stabbing in pain her wound stretched more and more as she ran. But she didn’t stop.

Adrenaline pushing her forward.

She made sure the opening to the bunker was covered in leaves and branches and she closed the lid and practically fell down the ladder inside.

Thank god there was a first aid kit.

Betty cried as she tended to her wounds. Not just from the pain but from absolutely everything. The world was ending. And she was alone.

And Jughead. Had come to save her. But then …

She couldn’t even think about it. All she could do was cry for him.

Laying on the old cot in the bunker Betty shivered. Not because she was cold but because she was so scared.

She didn’t know when she would see the sun again. Lucky there was enough supplies down here to last at least a month.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Betty moved quickly between the trees trying to get back to safety. She’d learnt to run fast and never look back over the past few weeks.

Holding the food that she’d stolen from a nearby hidden camp tightly in her fist. Saving her nails from drawing blood, Betty prepared herself to fight.

She’d run out of food a long time ago and couldn’t live off berries and water any longer. But now she fully regretted wanting anything else. She thought it would go unnoticed but it didn’t and now she was being chased.

Betty didn’t know what the world had come to. She’d spent so long underground all she knew was that some people had survived and Jughead was gone.

Darting behind a big tree Betty hid trying to catch her breath. She Barely had any energy these days. She couldn’t hear any heavy footsteps as her breathing slowed and decided to make a break for it. With not very far left to go.

But as she did Betty ran straight into a hard tree. Falling to the ground. Well that’s what she thought anyway.

Coming to her senses waiting for the world to stop spinning Betty honestly thought she was dreaming.

“Jughead…?”

[yourcreepyneighborhoodelftwink]

As the Hero fell upwards through the sands of time, the days rewinding like the gears of a clock, he landed calmly on the cobblestones of Clock Town Square, at the dawn of the first day. He had been through this many times before, and had grown accustomed to reliving the same 3 days, helping the same people with the same schedules, slowly making more and more progress each time. At least he didn't feel an enormous time crunch, even with the threat of the moon hanging above him, he was always able to rewind the days, and could take days to rest, to sleep or ride Epona or play with the inhabitants.

He rarely did, but it was nice that the option was there.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Tatl getting his attention with a soft tinkling sound, looking over at the stand near the Deku flower, and the note pinned to it.

"That's certainly new…" she said cautiously as they approached, Tatl reading aloud to Link.

The pair exchanged a confused and frightened look. It wasn't signed, but they knew exactly who left the note for them.

BEN sat on the edge of the field, their boots hanging over the barrier where the grass turned into sand, looking out at the canyon leading to the beach. It had been so long since they had entered their game, only playing it from the outside. Perhaps they had been showing too much love to Breath of the Wild lately and not enough to the dark masterpiece of their former prison, or perhaps it was the only world they could enter that felt truly real, where the sun was warm and the wind blew. They HAD become a bit spoiled, learning that adding weather effects and random wind blowing did wonders to immersion when they entered a game.

They closed their eyes, speaking up before looking behind them.

"You didn't have to rush over here. "as possible" doesn't mean "instantly", you know…" BEN said gently, lowering their ears with a guilty smile.

Link frowned softly, keeping his distance from the elf. He couldn't draw his sword AND sign, after all, so he would have to make due. "You didn't specify. I've learned better than to provoke you."

BEN couldn't exactly blame his caution. It's why they were here, after all. "My bad. I'll be more specific next time. But I suppose it's neither here nor there now…"

"...is there something you want, BEN? " Link asked, clearly a bit anxious by being asked to meet.

"...a few things. I won't lie and say there isn't a favor I'd like to ask the both of you-"

"Like you have any right to ask Link for anything, at this point!" Tatl quickly interjected, turning red in anger. "You've terrorized us for no good reason, revealed truths we didn't need to know, and then just left us alone one day!"

"-BUT," BEN continued, "that isn't my main reason for being here. First and foremost... You're long overdue for an apology from me."

Link and Tatl looked at each other in confusion. "...pardon? " Link questioned.

"...I've been doing a lot of thinking and self reflecting lately. Especially because I finally have reason to want to improve myself. And I think I've gotten pretty far in trying to right the wrongs of my past, and try to change as a person. But I still never gave the both of you a proper apology, or even an explanation for how I treated you…" BEN sheepishly said.

Link looked down at the seated person, absolutely dumbfounded. All the times he had been attacked by BEN came instantly into his mind, only to not even be able to so much as scratch them in return, even the might of a Goron doing nothing to them. All the times he had been followed and told he was insignificant, worthless, a joke of a hero, told he was nothing more than a bland, boring conduit for the player of a game in a world far grander than his own. Only for BEN to just... Disappear one day. Gone. Vanish into thin air, and only return occasionally, seemingly at their leisure. Something... Didn't add up to him, and he wasn't sure what on Earth made them suddenly stop tormenting him, and now want to make things right.

"...I'll hear you out, at least," Link finally said, stepping forward to sit next to him. If nothing else, were he going to harm Link, BEN would have done it by now.

"Not that it makes us all hunky-dory yet," Tatl offered, settling on Link's shoulder.

BEN smiled softly, letting out a relieved breath. They stayed quiet for a moment, deciding their words carefully. "I'm not... Sure where to start. So much has happened to me. I guess I should start when we first met. When I first entered this game. It was my favorite game, and with me when I died," they started.

Tatl interrupted, jingling softly. "...when you died?"

BEN nodded softly. "When I died. I was just about your age, Link, about 12. More specifically, when I was murdered. Father simply... Got tired of me, I suppose. He tricked my religion's leader- we refer to him as The Father- into thinking it was my time to Ascend when it wasn't. The whole explanation of my belief system isn't important in this, just that I was robbed of something very important and sacred to me because of it."

"That sounds horrible," Link signed.

"It was... And I was only 12, and not the greatest at understanding or expressing my emotions... I was so angry, absolutely furious at losing that chance, as what had been done to me. I've always had a strong sense of justice, if you can believe it. I don't easily stand for people wronging me. But when I died, my spirit was trapped in this game. All that rage bottled up, with nowhere to release it... Until I started releasing it on you. Very unfairly."

"I'll say," Tatl said, though there wasn't much bite behind her words.

"Eventually, someone played the game, and I was able to break free, find someone else to torment. And after that, start lashing out at everyone who had hurt me, making them

PĄŸ,"

BEN continued, their voice glitching out just a bit at the final word.

"...i moved on to more innocent people after that. I was out of control. To the point where my goddess, Luna, intervened. She stopped me herself, gave me a new body, made me into a young adult so I wouldn't be trapped as a child forever, and I carry the souls of everyone I hurt in my blind sadism, until I join her again one day. And I've worked hard to be a better person now. I've found so much to make my life wonderful, and to make the most of my second chance…" BEN trailed off.

"...but you still want to make amends to everyone you've hurt," Link finished for them.

"...I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't think I can be forgiven. But I really AM sorry for how I treated you. Both of you. Of everyone I've lashed out at, you're the least deserving of it. No matter WHAT'S happened to me, it's NO excuse for how much I've hurt you. And even if you never forgive me, I would love the opportunity to make it up to you…" they finished softly.

"...would you excuse us for a moment?" Tatl asked, flying a slight distance away. Link glanced over at BEN before rising to his feet to follow, and speak with the fairy alone. BEN politely stayed looking forward, allowing them the privacy.

"...do you believe them?" Tatl asked.

"...yeah. They seem genuine," Link admitted.

Tatl nodded softly. "I do, too. There's much simpler ways to trick us or convince us if that was their intention. Even if they said they wanted a favor, this is a lot of lengths to go to for just that…"

"I wonder what they want," the hero mused, glancing over at BEN.

"...maybe ask? Perhaps you can also ask a favor of him, test his sincerity," she said.

"What would that be? " he asked.

"Well, you've said you're curious about his world, whatever it is that our entire world is only a game in, a small part of. Maybe you can ask to explore his world. It'd give you the opportunity to spend more time with him and let him earn your trust, anyway," she offered.

Link nodded softly, then whistled to get BEN's attention. "Alright, BEN, we've talked it over. First, I want to know what favor it is you want…"

"Actually, it's a favor specifically from Tatl," they explained.

"Wait, me?" she questioned.

"...my daughter has watched me play this game a lot. And she's absolutely fallen in LOVE with you, she ADORES seeing you on screen. Her first birthday is in a few months, and there's... Circumstances about my life, and now hers, that will make her very different from other children, with so many secrets to keep. She could really use having a companion by her side, a friend to offer wisdom and company and help when she needs it. A copy of you, like how I copied Epona, to watch over her and make her feel less alone…" BEN said.

"...you have a daughter?" Link asked.

"And a boyfriend. Soon to be husband," BEN explained, holding up their hand to show off their ring.

Tatl let out a soft chime at this. "Well... I'm certainly flattered you think I'd make a good companion to her…"

BEN smiled softly. "I don't expect an answer today, don't worry. There's still a few months before her birthday. And I understand if it's not something you're comfortable with…"

"...we have a proposal for you, in that case," Link began. "You want to make amends to us. We're admittedly curious about this world outside of our own. So, let us explore. Show us your life, and what lies outside this "game", and earn our trust. Then we'll consider it."

BEN thought this over. They'd have to be careful, but this wasn't impossible… "...I can't completely remove you from the game. I'd have to copy you, then merge the copy and your true self after. It's basically the same thing, though, you'd keep the memories and everything. And you'd have to do EXACTLY as I say, I... REALLY can't have attention drawn to myself or the people I live with. If there's something that catches your attention, you can't gawk, just stay calm and ask me. And there's going to be a LOT, the real world is nothing like this one. Hylian sign doesn't match up with any sign language in my world, so you'll at least be able to speak freely. But if you can do that, and trust that I'm keeping us both safe when I tell you to do something... I'll happily show you around."

Link considers this, then nods. He holds out his hand to BEN, who shakes it.

"Then we have a deal."

[arissayoo]

Neverland -> [Ateez AU]

Chapter 2

Genre: Thriller, Horror, Fantasy, Lostboys!Ateez

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence and dark/horror themes, fem!reader, cursing

Summary: As you work to gain the trust of the lost boys, you hear of the various magic powers that are found within the island, fueling your desire to return home. The horrors lurking within Neverland continue when you receive a cryptic note containing information on the lost boys’ dark secret, leaving you questioning if you sided up with your worst nightmare. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Seonghwa led me through the dark narrow cave, the smell of sulfur invading my nose.

“God, how do you guys live with this smell?” I covered my nose. This was also kind of a small place to be housing eight boys.

“Oh, yeah I forgot to mention that, sorry. It covers up our scent. Our base is not that far up.” He continued walking, stepping to the side to avoid the large body of water. We turned a corner, the darkness disappearing as sunlight poured in from the ceiling. 

“Woah.” I gasped, my mouth hanging open in awe.

“This is it, welcome to The Den,” Seonghwa announced, chuckling at my reaction.

The narrow walls of the cave opened into a large dome shape, the expanse of space occupied by a large house that had been built into the cave. My mouth was still gaping like a fish when I realized Seonghwa was already at the front door. I ran to catch up with him, admiring the detailing of the structure.

“I would offer to give you a tour but I’m worried about your injuries.” Seonghwa looked at me worriedly. The blood from my cuts had mixed with dirt and dried on my legs.

“Oh right.” My voice showed my disappointment. This place was so beautifully crafted, the cave walls serving as the basic structure of the house. “How did you guys find a place like this?”

“We didn’t. Yunho built it with some help from us of course.”

“WHAT? You mean to say you built this whole house out of a cave by yourselves?” I exclaimed, my voice echoing throughout the living room. Seonghwa stayed silent leading me into a room on the first floor.

“This is my room, it doubles as an infirmary.” He opened the door, gesturing for me to sit in the corner. “I need you to place your legs on this, and I'm just going to feel for any, uh .......swelling.”

I just watched as he placed his hand on my shin, not touching any of my cuts but barely grazing the messy blood-dirt that dripped down my leg. I couldn’t feel the pain earlier due to the adrenaline rush, but now I could feel a stinging sensation from the cuts on my legs. Seonghwa closed his eyes, breathing in slowly before opening them again, his irises glowing a bright green.

“What the?!” I shrieked, trying to squirm away. Seonghwa’s hand clamped around my leg holding it in place.

“Stay still.” It was more of a growl than the normal voice I was used to. I whimpered in fear, his hold too strong for me to even consider moving. With one blink, his eyes went back to normal and he let go, turning to gather supplies. “Thankfully you managed to not cut yourself on any Manchineel trees. There's just a little venom from the Khanin’s claws, that’s why you feel stinging.”

“Excuse me, care to explain what the fuck just happened?” I backed into the corner, suddenly much more defensive from earlier.

“I’ll explain but not until I finish cleaning up your leg. You need to hear this anyway.” He brought over disinfecting supplies and started cleaning my leg, with me flinching with every one of his movements.

Even though I was on edge and scared about what happened, I felt waves of calm wash over me. Seonghwa was wiping my leg with soft strokes to get all the dirt and blood off without hurting me. A large gash running from my knee to the middle of my shin was outlined in a dark red, small scrapes scattered around it. 

“This will help with any lingering venom in the cuts,” he spread a green mixture over my legs before wrapping them in white gauze. He gave me some in a jar for the cuts on my chest and packed the rest of the supplies up, locking them away.

“So, now can you explain the whole demon eye thing?” 

“It has nothing to do with demons. The island we are on now, Neverland, is....magical to put it lightly. Everyone here as far I can tell acquires unique powers shortly after arriving. That’s how we were able to build this house. My power is herbalist, I can essentially see and understand illnesses or injuries and know what herbs and plants will help. That's why my eyes were glowing.” 

“So all of you can do that?” I questioned, not really understanding what he said. 

“Like I said, everyone has their own powers that are different from each other. My eyes are the only ones that can glow.”

“You really expect me to believe that? And that I somehow woke up in a children’s fairy tale?”

“It’s not a fairy tale Y/N. How else would you explain any of this? You think we all abandoned our lives for some fairy tale.” He raised his voice. I was too stunned to speak. “You will eventually discover your powers, just as the rest of us did. Neverland has a weird way of incorporating your normal life outside of here into the powers you get.”

“How-” I cut myself short, not able to wrap my head around this information. 

“In the future, try to avoid the Khanins. They are shapeshifters that hunt the humans on this island. They will tear you to shreds if they get the chance. Also, you need to learn our rules if you are going to stay with us-”

Seonghwa paused when I abruptly stood up. “I-I’m sorry. This is just too much to comprehend right now. I need some air.” I ran out the door, trying to follow the route that Seonghwa had took when he brought me here.

Until I was on the beach. The beach that looked completely normal, so similar to the one close by my house. I realized it would be a while before I got to see that beach or go home for the matter. I closed my eyes, trying to calm the rush of emotions. Ever since I got here all I’ve been is confused and lost. I thought getting information would be helpful but it only ended up disorienting me more than I already was. Just the idea of being on Neverland, surrounded by magical creatures and man-eating monsters was enough to make a normal person go mad. It was enough to make the line between reality and fantasy in my mind a blurry mess, teetering on the unknown fear of why I was the one in this nightmare.

A rustle in the bushes snapped me out of the thoughts in my head, the hairs on the back of my neck doing handstands. Don’t walk towards it Y/N. Don’t go investigate. I took a step back, fearing the worst.

Another rustle. 

A high-pitched wail sounded, the birds in the surrounding trees flying out to escape whatever danger that was behind them. I covered my face, turning around to run the opposite direction and bumping into something.

“Watch it, Wendy, wouldn't want to get in our way,” A distorted voice rang into my ears. I looked up, the sun blocking their features. I lifted my hand to block the sunlight, seeing San’s face take an animalistic look, eyes wild as he pushed me aside. He twirled his blade in his fingers, devilishly licking his lips. 

Another rustle sounded before a large Khanin ran towards us at full speed. My heart stopped as I struggled to run away, tripping and landing on my back. The Khanin’s gaze focused on me, running up to attack. Before I could scream, San appeared in front of me, slashing its throat and covering me in blood. 

“Did you see that Yeosang?” San laughed, licking the blood off of his blade. The other boy pushed out from the trees, high-fiving the crazy blonde. I watched, still on the sand with my eyes wide. It wasn’t until I got up and reached up to my face, smearing the blood there that Yeosang noticed my presence. 

“You got a little blood on your face Y/N.” His hands gestured to his face.

“I almost got killed!” I screamed, facing a shocked Yeosang and a smug San. The sky became dark and I could hear thunder rolling close. My luck was officially gone.

“I told you to move. No one said to get in our way.” San walked over to the beast, pulling out an arrow from its back. I huffed, beyond pissed at him. 

“I didn’t know you were going to be out here,” Yeosang came up, offering me a rag. I took it, turning and walking away from them. I couldn't stay here with them much longer. Between San and the information Seonghwa told me I was so emotionally tired. I missed my life back home and unless I figured out a plan to get back I would be stuck here. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall. I wiped my face, the wind picking up and causing me to cry harder. 

“It's always fucking raining on this island,” I sobbed, falling to my knees. The rag, loosely held in my hands flew away, falling against a gathering of rocks. Great. I wiped my eyes, standing up and walking over to them. I bent down to reach for the rag, my eyes catching on a piece of paper jammed between two of the rocks, fluttering in the wind. My eyebrows scrunched together, grabbing the paper carefully so it would not rip.

Playing with the enemy is not why you are here Wendy.

I turned the note over, looking for some sort of clue of its sender. There was nothing other than the small writing on the front, making me question whether this was a prank. Maybe it was and this was just a meaningless piece of paper. I went to toss it, before catching the black ink scrawled on the back. “Huh? I swear this was blank.”

They are hiding something from you.

I wiped the font, smearing the fresh ink against my fingertip. I gasped, dropping the paper as I stared at my fingers. My head whipped around checking for signs of anyone, scanning the bushes in the distance. I scrambled to my feet, running back to the only place I knew. 

*

The stench of sulfur stung my nose as I pounded on the front door. The sun was beginning to set, eliminating most of the light within the cave. My heart was pounding in my ears and I prayed that the door would open. 

“Y/N!” Hongjoong opened the door, hurrying me inside. “What’s wrong, did something happen?”

I looked around, trying to even my erratic breathing. “I-“

They are hiding something from you.

“I thought someone was following me.” I let out a nervous breath, “but it turns out it was just a bird.”

“Are you sure?” He didn’t believe me. I wouldn’t either honestly, but I needed a moment alone to process everything.

“Yeah, I think I’m just paranoid after today.”

“It’s been a long day. Here I'll show you to the guest room.” He led the way up the stairs to the room at the end of the second floor. “Just let me know if you need anything, my room is right next door.”

I nodded, quickly entering the room and locking the door behind me. I needed to figure out what was happening and fast. Everything that has happened today and how the guys have treated me was all that I could think about. I didn’t know that much about them, making it harder to not be suspicious.

Playing with the enemy. Were they the enemy? I didn't find it hard to believe after how I saw them act today, especially San. 

But they were the enemy of who? And how was I supposed to trust this person when I couldn’t even trust the people I was currently living with?

I needed time alone from everyone and everything that would hinder me from forming a plan to escape this island. I was not certain I was safe here, for now choosing to leave this house. It would inconvenience me greatly but I couldn’t risk staying here with a group that was harboring a dark secret and unwilling to share the truth.

I waited for in my room for hours, until the house became silent. I opened my door, checking the hall before trying to walk down the stairs quietly. The lights were off, save for a dimly-lit lamp by the door, cloaking me as I tiptoed through the house. Hopefully, the boys wouldn’t care and I could leave quickly without having to outrun them. As I made my way to the front door, I noticed there was just a simple lock, making my escape that much easier.

I slowly turned the bolt, reaching for the handle when two knives landed an inch from both my hand and head. I screamed, turning around to face all eight boys staring at me coldly.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

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In Only Seven Days

Summary: In only seven days, you become the most beautiful person for Roger Taylor. In only seven days, you are the person who Roger Taylor loved the most. In only one day, you are the person who hurted him the most.

Warnings: Pure angst with some fluff moments Mention of death (but it's nothing that will change the fanfic), mentions of cheating

Author's Note: A little break from Crystal Kiss. This was asked by @dragon-out-of-water

Monday the start of my holiday

Freedom for just one week

Feels good to get away ooh

After a long time, Roger finally got to have a little day off, since the boys were working all day and all night, with some of them coming home very late to their families. Roger was no exception, since he had Dominique who was always waiting for him in their house. But it wasn't the same anymore. He knows if he stayed with Dominique in those seven days, he would probably go crazy. Roger had only seven days to try to relax before going back to his work again.

Tuesday I saw her down on the beach

I stood and watched a while

And she looked and smiled at me.

“Why don't we go to the beach, love?” Dominique entered the kitchen, talking loudly with a big smile in her face. Coming closer to her husband, she hugged him from behind, his body tensed, and she pretend to not notice — after all, this was happening every time she touched him -. “It would be nice, a day for only the two of us, no kids, no worries, no rock n' roll world. Don't you think?” No, Roger wanted to scream. The only thing he asked was for seven days of peace, seven days only for him. He didn't want to go for a party or anything like that. He knew he needed those seven days, but he wasn't very sure now. Yet, he turned around and give his wife a smile. “Of course.” His lack of emotions on his voice didn't go unnoticed by his wife, but she pretend that this didn't bother her, and instead, run for the second floor, ready to put some beach clothes, finally having time for themselves at the beach.

Moments later, arriving the beach, they noticed it didn't have a lot of people, but what they expected when it was tuesday? People had jobs that didn't give them this opportunity of a whole week off. There was only three or four kids running around, some group of teenagers talking. And you.

God, now everything Roger wanted to do was thanks his wife for taking him off that house and bringing him to the beach. You were under the light of the sun. Roger could swear he was seeing an angel: your skin, your hair, your expressions, your body. Everything was just perfect for him “Rog, love, I'm going to get us some drinks, and then we can go sit anywhere you choose, okay?” Dominique asked, and Roger answered a mumbled okay, still looking at you, trying to memorize every piece of your image in his head. You turned and saw this blonde man, who seemed to have collected the ocean in his eyes, staring at you. You could swear you have seen his face somewhere, but couldn't remember. The only thing you did was smile to him. He smiled back, totally amused by how your cheeks were suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose. He was fighting back the smile that was trying to creep out, but he only failed. He could see you giggling, a giggle he could feel in his heart. How much he wanted to come closer to you. You, you, you, this beautiful angel, only you.

Wednesday I didn't see her

I hoped that she'd be back tomorrow

“I know what we will do with this 'little vacation'.” Roger said at his wife. They were in bed, recovering after a wild make out session, but it wasn't Dominique face who was there. No, he tried to put every detail of your face in Dominique, pretending that it was you who soft lips were being pressed against his own. He even went as far as saying “my beautiful angel” a few times. This only make Roger's wife become red, but he didn't feel the same butterflies as when he saw you with the pink tone in your cheeks. “What?” Dominique asked, curiosity in her eyes. “We will go every day to the beach!”

He expected you to be there. He knew it was impossible, but he wanted to risk it. His hope was the only star in this dark universe, but he wanted this star to keep shining. The birds singing seemed to follow him at his little walk to the beach. Roger could only think this was a good sign of his friend Destiny, who could finally give him some joy in his life. He was even whistling to the song the birds created, only for him. But it soon turned into a brokenhearted song when he looked, and looked, and looked for you in that beach, only to find kids, teenagers and adults humming to their own birdsong, too absorbed to even notice that his blue eyes weren't sparkling anymore.

And then on Thursday

My luck had changed

She stood there all alone

I went and asked her name

I never thought that this could happen to me In only seven days

It would take a hundred or more

For memories to fade

Roger didn't give up. He knew that nothing happened in a rush. That's why when he found you again, he didn't wanted to waste time, it could be his last chance. You were alone, he was alone too. This must be a sign of destiny.

“Hello” Roger approached you. As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to put them back; only a hello? Weren't you the one who could get any woman kissing your feet? He cursed himself.

“Hello, stranger” You replied with a smile. There it was. Call it love at first sight, call it Roger an old-fashioned lover boy. He didn't care. There it was this beautiful smile. You weren't even aware of the effect you had in him only smiling, he could swear he saw his little star of hope shining brighter than ever, he could even swear his dark universe lighten up a little.

“Can I sit here with you?”

“Sure.” He didn't come that far only to his conversation to end in this. He had to get more. “What's your name?”

“(Y/N), and yours is?”

“Roger. Roger Taylor.” Now you know where you recognized his face. Roger Taylor, The Roger Taylor, the drummer of Queen. But wasn't him supposed to be working?

“What bring such a beautiful girl like you to the beach? Relaxing?” Now Roger was recognizing himself: being relaxed around girls, not even a trait of nervousism in his face — even if he feels like burning inside -.

“I don't think a pretty boy like you would be interested” God, did he got too far? Should he be worried about- “But let's give it a try. I have a few days off. One of the bosses of the company died, and they decided to give it this week for everyone to keep their mind out of work and problems. I guess it's work” Now he knew that you weren't actually being rude. You were just teasing him. Roger let go a breath he himself didn't know he was holding.

“I'm sorry to hear that. But hey, at least I got to meet you”

“That's such a horrible thought” You punched him slightly, throwing your head back while a laugh mixed with the sounds of sea. It was now or never.

“Can I say something totally crazy?” Roger finally gathered the courage to look at your eyes. Those eyes filled with emotion. “I think I'm in love with you.”

Now you knew why they were filled with emotion, they were filled with love. And so where yours. Both worlds stopped for a moment, only to reconnect you and Roger in a unique world; one world where only the two existed. The sound of sea was the only thing allowed to see this world, just like the hot touch of the sun, like fingers stretching across their skin.

“This is crazy” Roger expected a slap, a scream. “But I love craziness” He didn't expect that.

I wish Friday would last for ever

I held her close to me

I couldn't bear to leave her there

You were in Roger's arms, feeling the warm of his skin against your own. His fingers were placed in your waist. Your eyes were candles in that night, Roger didn't even care if he was late to come home, he wanted nothing but feel you a little more. Goosebumps lined your skin, not the kind than one gets in the cold, but the kind one gets when nothing else matters except right here, right now. “A beautiful angel" Roger whispered in your hair, making you smile.

“Your beautiful angel”

He got up, putting only his pants before searching for something at his bag. He never left house without it, where it was now? Finally, he found. His Polaroid camera was right there, in his hands, ready to transform a memory into a photo

“My beautiful angel” He repeated, sitting in the bed moments before you both were embracing into each other's body, trying to turn into only one, wanting nothing more than being complete. He clicked. Waiting a moment, it finally comes out, the photo that, in the future, could make him feel joy and sadness at the same time. Your hair was a mess, your body was full of his marks, but yet, you were beautiful. His beautiful angel.

Saturday just twenty-four hours

Oh no I'm going back home on Sunday

Roger waked up to an empty bed. He would probably think that every memory of your body, of the patterns he drew on your skin, the kiss you shared, was only his mind playing tricks. But then he saw it.

The photo.

You continued full of his marks, full of the traits of the love he'd given you. Full of beauty. But where were you? He started calling your name, not even caring if he was just in his pants, or if the other people of the hotel could hear him. Where were you? He walked to the little living room — after all, he supposed you would still be here, then you both would enjoy a nice TV show, and share breakfast, and love each other —, but there's no sign you were there. Not even clothes. Did he say something wrong sleeping? Did he say something wrong at all? Looking at the table, he could feel his whole body becoming red of anger.

“News of Today: rock star Roger Taylor has a day off with his wife, Dominique Beyrand. Such a lovely couple”

You probably tought you were only his little affair. This wasn't fair at all. He finally feel complete when he was with you, and the a stupid magazine comes and ruin it all. He found love so easily. Easy come, easy go.

After so much crying, after so much screams, after a broken heart, he finally gathered the courage to come back home, only to find the woman who he had promised be the only one in his life sleeping in the couch, probably worried and waiting for him to come back home. He couldn't feel worse. But the Polaroid was still in his hands. “My beautiful angel now is gone” He whispered to himself.

Ooh so sad alone

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