#anyway this is yet another thing that just randomly popped into my mind

[sleepy-grav3]

DC x DP Prompt/Idea

Amity Park has always been haunted; everyone knows this but didn't care as long as it didn't disturb their lives. However, they didn't realize that they made up a third of the beings haunting it.

From the moving trees to the animals with blackholes for pupils. Amitians didn't care if the clouds moved and made themselves into shapes in a way that didn't seem natural, or that the streets always looked so odd or changed as they walked about.

They ignored the mushroom rings at the park, it's not like their dogs were interested in them and joggers tend to stick to the sidewalks. They ignored the people who looked familiar but just a bit off, like their too long arms, their claw or talon-like nails, the lack of facial features, their sharp teeth, and too wide smiles.

The humming and singing at night, the dancing ladies around town, the fog that had a figure just behind it- It wasn't their problem.

Until Wes moved into town and almost Immediately got out and called the Justice League.

At least he waited for Phantom to get to the point of burning out?

[hyunebunx]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ’ when you aren't dating but aren't just friends either (hyung line)

⁺ 𖹭 . genre: fluff, a little bit of angst and suggestive themes!!

⁺ 𖹭 . warnings: some are talking about sex, alcohol and being intoxicated (not the boys). i think that's all idk. anyways!! if you're under 16 pls don't read this.

⁺ 𖹭 . a/n: 2022 deni kinda ate with these ngl, so of course i had to rewrite it <3 these used to be my favorite hcs i ever wrote, so i truly hope you enjoy <3. happy channie day!! maknae line here!

𝜗୧ chan 𝜗୧

With Christopher here, things are complicated because he avoids labeling what you guys have like the plague. His work always comes first so that makes him shy away from commitment.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. He does, a lot, and that kind of scares him, especially when he randomly starts feeling possessive over you when he knows he has no right to.

No matter how much he tries to deny it, the feelings are there and he’s always reminded of them when he catches himself treating you so much different from the other girls in his life.

You were humming in your seat, head bopping from side to side to the rhythm of the tunes on the radio. A happy bubblegum pop song, one that didn’t fail to lift your already high spirits and put you into the right mood for the long trip ahead.

“You look happy.”

Your head snaps in his direction, a big smile stretching across your face as his melodious laugh fills your ears. Chan wasn’t looking at you, giving all of his attention to the road as he drove behind Minho’s car yet his words made you giddier, just happy to be here in his presence.

“I am!” You nod, still swaying in your seat. “Thank you for taking me along, I haven’t been to the beach in ages.”

Chan hums with a smile before reaching down and gently grabbing your hand, eyes still focused on the road as he raises it to his to plant multiple, gentle kisses on your skin.

“Of course, baby.” He says, giving a final kiss to your knuckles before resting your hands next to the gear stick. “I wouldn’t even have gone on this trip without you.”

The sweet gesture along with his words made your heart skip several beats, fooling your mind into believing he actually felt the same, the scene making you resemble an actual couple. Everybody was convinced you were already dating, since affection and those small touches came so naturally in your relationship, with no awkwardness or second guessing. You and Chan have fallen into this domestic routine where you do almost everything together despite not even being together. Yet, you loved being this close to him, glued at the hip and so enamored with one another but sometimes, you wished things were clearer, to actually know what you were and weren’t. How he viewed and felt about this relationship of yours.

“Something on your mind?”

Blinking your worries away, your heart swelled in your chest when you felt him squeeze your hand lightly, a sign of the silent support and care he never shied away from providing.

Shaking your head, the smile on your face returns, albeit a bit forced. “I was just thinking about how much you must enjoy my company, that’s all.”

That got a laugh out of him, grinning from ear to ear as he continued to drive with one hand, honey orbs briefly meeting yours in the rearview mirror.

“Is that so? You really think that, huh?”

You nod, intertwining your fingers while keeping your eyes straight ahead, softly caressing his hand. “Of course. What kind of person would miss going on a long-awaited trip with his best friends just for lil’ old me?”

Then, you turn to face him, mustering enough courage to appear confident and charming with your next words.

“You must really like me, huh, Christopher?”

His hold on you tightened, almost as if he was afraid you were going to disappear if he let go. You saw him nod his head and when the car came to a stop at a red light soon after, he finally took his eyes off the road to face you fully. His gaze was soft as he watched you like you held the sun in your bare hands and for the first time, Chan hesitated for a brief moment before he leaned over the console to press his lips against yours.

The kiss was so unexpected that you gasped at the contact, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and deepen your dance, change it all together, except he didn’t. He didn’t take things further, hand still holding yours as your lips did all the talking, moving against you in such a soft and tender way it almost brought you to tears, never experiencing such meaningful intimacy with him before.

When he pulled away, his eyes were still serious but slightly blown by your previous actions. In any other circumstances, you’d say it was lust but right now it felt like something more, an emotion that only grew and blossomed the more time you spent together. Something appropriate for your deep connection, beyond carnal desires and sighs of ecstasy.  

“I really, really do like you, Y/n. Please never forget that.”

𝜗୧ minho 𝜗୧

The jealousy is strong with this one. I mean, that’s to be expected when your relationship status is so vague and ambiguous that you guys never talk about it.

However, he’s the softest when he’s with you. It’s like all of his worries and anxieties disappear when you’re by his side.

Secretly a romantic.

“Who is she?”

Minho looks up from his place on the floor at the sound of your voice, one eyebrow rising as a sign for you to go on while he continues to stretch. When you don’t, he lets a small sigh escape him before taking matters into his own hands.

“Elaborate.”

“Who is she?” you try again, arms crossed over your chest while a frown forms across your features. “The girl that was just here. The one you were happily laughing along with.”

Oh, that girl. Minho tries to hide his smirk once he hears what you have to say, being able to sense your jealousy without even having to spare you another glance. Truth be told, he knew exactly who you were talking about from the moment you opened your mouth yet, the part of him that wanted to see you get all worked up took over and made him play dumb.

Quickly composing himself before you notice, he shrugs. “Just some girl.”

He could feel you getting annoyed by now, his nonchalance and dismissal almost making your blood boil. “Lee Minho – “

“Why do you care?”

His voice is lower, usual doe and gentle stare narrowing slightly as he looks you dead in the eyes. Abandoning his stretching, Minho then stands up and takes a stance similar to yours, towering over you. He was so close, you could feel his hot breath on your face, his scent and him as a whole not only invading all of your senses but also your personal space. Not that you minded, you never did or ever will.

Not backing down, you took a step forward as well, closing in on him while maintaining eye contact. Eye contact always made Minho weak in the knees so you never wasted any opportunity of making him a little hot under the collar. Just as expected, Minho’s body reacts almost immediately, big hands settling on your hips before pulling you flush against him. The intimacy and gentleness of the action have your initial anger vanishing, the only thing on your mind now being him and him alone.

Deciding to play along, your arms naturally gravitate around his shoulders. “Am I not allowed to care about the type of people you surround yourself with, darling?” You smile yet he sees right through you, your words filled with sarcasm and something else Minho can’t quite put his finger on. Despite your affection, this was still bothering you.

But Minho doesn’t comment on it. “Like I said, she isn’t anyone important. You shouldn’t worry your pretty little head about her.” He breaths out, wet lips hovering over yours as he speaks. And before you know it, he’s kissing you, lips coming together in a passionate kiss only Minho himself can provide.

But even as you stand there, pinned to the cold mirror while he gently nips and sucks at your neck, you can’t help but worry about it all. You weren’t his girlfriend so you were fully aware that you had no right to question him about who he was or wasn’t hanging out with. But the fact that he wasn’t willing to tell you, to reassure you like he always did made your heart ache in your chest most painfully.

𝜗୧ changbin 𝜗୧

Thinks he’s being oh so subtle about what you two have going on. Newsflash, all of the boys already know there’s more than meets the eye between you.

Very protective but not in an overbearing way.

Actually really likes you but isn’t sure if you feel the same so he doesn’t act on those feelings.

Changbin was watching you from afar, a smile playing on his lips at the sight of you animatedly talking to some classmates. You haven’t noticed him yet and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest waiting for you to do so, trying to play it cool as he leaned against his car with his arms crossed. He might’ve looked calm and composed on the outside but on the inside, he was freaking out.

You two haven’t seen each other in a bit because of his busy schedule and now that he’s got some free time, one of the first things on his bucket list was to surprise you by dropping by to your school. Changbin had a whole afternoon planned out just for the two of you, one that involved all of your favorite activities and food. A part of him was really confused by his own behavior, especially since you never had ‘the talk’ regarding your relationship but he just couldn’t help it. The urge to spoil and shower you with gifts and his undivided attention was stronger than his doubts were, as usual.

He never realized he was a romantic until he met you, and fell head over heels for your charming personality.

Breaking away from your group of friends, your eyes finally met his and immediately widened at the sight of him, just like his smile does. Your face lit up like a Christmas tree and next thing Changbin knew, you broke into a sprint in his direction, your obvious excitement making the man laugh loudly in delight. You looked so adorable running to him like that, he couldn’t wait to get you in his arms and never let go.

You were almost there when suddenly some dude decided to stop you right in your tracks, blocking your path to get your undivided attention. You were visibly taken aback as you came to an abrupt stop, your face falling as the person started talking. This made Changbin’s mood do a whole 180, wasting no time in starting to make his way over, keen on giving this dude a piece of his mind. Your smile returned as he approached, looking at him over the man’s shoulder as everything he was saying was completely lost on you, Changbin’s magnetic field pulling you in without fail.

“Sorry, uhh…” You paused, trying to recall his name before shaking your head. “My boyfriend is here so I really have to go.”

At the mention of the word ‘boyfriend’, the guy turned around to face Changbin so fast, it had him wondering how he didn’t get whiplash. Looking at him, Binnie glared as he tried to look as intimating as possible while the butterflies in his stomach were currently causing a riot over you calling him ‘your boyfriend’. Which wasn’t a hard task since he already looked as intimating as they come because of his well-built body, his mere presence causing the other man to hunch slightly.

“Okay, I-I will call you later then, Y/n.”

Changbin raised a single eyebrow, crossing his arms once again. “Me, Y/n's boyfriend, wouldn’t like that, so don’t you even dare.” He glared menacingly, almost like daring the guy to protest in some way. “Now, scram.”

That’s all the warnings the guy needed to flee, leaving without as much of a goodbye while Changbin followed him with his eyes until he was out of sight. Your sweet giggles reached his ears, melting those sharp edges before he felt you throw yourself into his arms, your own going around his neck to pull him even closer. And just like that, the butterflies were back and making him feel like a high schooler around his first ever crush. He returned the hug in an instant, strong arms wrapping around your waist before picking you up and spinning you around, the sound of your delight getting rid of all of his annoyance and stress, the best cure ever invented.

“Hello, boyfriend.” You placed several pecks on his lips when the world stopped spinning, lightly kicking your feet that were still off the ground. “I missed you.”

He wasn’t your boyfriend yet, but after today, maybe he could finally be. 

𝜗୧ hyunjin 𝜗୧

The one that’s truly wrapped around your finger even if he would never admit it out loud. He’s bewitched, mesmerized by every little thing you do and say, his eyes full of adoration as he follows your every movement, almost like a puppy.

Randomly goes: “you can sit here” and here ends up being between his legs in a room full of 7 other men.

Can never take his eyes off of you.

Everyone’s laughter was bouncing off the walls as another dare was swung around, one that had someone pull out their phone and booty call a random number while trying but failing miserably to sound sober. Speaking off, everything seemed to be funny for your intoxicated friends at this hour. From knocking over each other’s drinks to randomly kissing, they were having the time of their lives and that brought the biggest smile to your lips.

“Hyunjin.” One of your girlfriends began, getting both yours and the man that was currently sitting behind you on the floor’s attention. She had a mischievous glint in her glassy eyes, one that had you a bit worried.

“What’s your type?” she finally asked before taking another sip of her drink, smirk growing bigger by the second as she fluttered her eyelashes innocently, twirling a piece of her hair around a manicured finger. “Like I’m sure you don’t just fuck randos, they all have to fit some type of criteria, don’t they?”

“What gets Hwang Hyunjin hard?” Another one chimed in, scooting closer in interest.

And there it was. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as all the girls started giggling, clearly very amused and intrigued by the whole situation. Granted they were drunk but since you weren’t, it was a bit harder to hide your annoyance. You and Hyunjin weren’t a couple, heck you didn’t even know what you were but he was latched onto you from behind while you sat in between his legs, strong arms hugging you to his chest. Did they have to ask something like this while you were right here?

Soon, almost all of your friends seemed to be interested in his answer, especially since Hyunjin was known for his notorious reputation with both girls and boys around campus. You finally felt him react when Changbin, who was an even louder drunk, pointed out the look on your face and got everyone staring at you two. His arms tightened slightly around you, pulling your body even closer like he was trying to merge souls while his head came to rest on your shoulder in such a way that prevented the others from seeing his lips moving.

“What do you think, baby?” He whispered, hot breath making goosebumps appear all over your skin and awakening something in you. All his attention was on you now, ignoring everything and everyone around him like he wasn’t just asked a question. As expected, their interest wasn’t piqued for long since Hyunjin didn’t react nor answer, talking among themselves once again, with some hollering and wolf whistling when they noticed him gently moving your hair out of the way to start planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on the side of your throat.

Your breath picked up at that, one of your hands moving to rest over his and intertwining your fingers while his free one sneaked under your shirt to caress the bare skin.

With one last kiss on the back of your neck, Hyunjin spoke again, his next words making your head spin and almost whimper. “Should I start telling them about how sweet your voice sounds while moaning my name? To list all of those things you do that drive me insane daily or should I just let this be our little secret?”

[yeonayearns]

Fists and Feathers

Art by: @_3aem on insta! Feat: Gojo Satoru

Pairing: Boxer!Gojo x Ballerina!reader

Synopsis: On your way to ballet practice, you stumbled upon a man—But oh it wasn’t just any man. You have bumped into Mr. Worldwide famous boxer, Gojo Satoru. You thought it was just a one time thing and there will be no more future encounters, but you were wrong.

word count: 5.5k words for this chapter.

Content: MDNI, fem!reader, no curses AU, smut, slow burn, detailed violence during boxing matches, blood, injuries, some fluff, Gojo calling reader some pet names, swearing, jealous Gojo (he hawt), mentions of Sukuna

a/n: This idea randomly just popped up in my head while i was writing on another fanfic! Thought it’ll be an interesting dynamic dontcha’ think? ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS.

Chapter one

You didn’t think your day would end up like this.

You had set multiple alarms to ensure you woke up on time, carefully adjusting your phone and clock the night before. Yet somehow, you managed to overslept and completely miss all the alarms! It’s hard to believe you could sleep through all that. You weren’t even particularly exhausted when you went to bed; you thought a solid night's rest would be refreshing! But now, you find yourself in a rush, going through the consequences of oversleeping. Panic sets in as you realize you’re running late, and the clock is ticking away your precious time.

You rushed everything, from brushing your teeth to packing the things you need for practice. Almost forgetting to pack your ballet attire. Having barely any time left, you stopped by a nearby cafe and ordered a cup of coffee.

You checked your phone on your way to the practice, only to see that you’ve got more than 20 missed calls from your friend in ballet class. Each getting more and more aggressive as you didn’t respond.

“Girl where are you? You’re supposed to be here at exactly 8:00 am!”

“Don’t tell me you overslept AGAIN!”

“Buzz buzz! Practice is about to start in 10 minutes! If you don’t come in time you own me 100 dollars!”

The messages from your friend made you chuckle as you read one by one, until that laughing stops and you looked at the time on your phone—it’s 7:50 am, you’re supposed to be there at 8:00 am!

“Ah fuck, I’m so doomed..” You said, immediately running to the studio now with full adrenaline rushing through your body.

As you hurried down the bustling sidewalk, the world around you seemed to blur with each hurried step. Suddenly, without warning, you crashed into a tall figure, the impact sending your drink flying. The hot liquid splattered across his crisp white shirt, creating a large dark stain that contrasted sharply against his shirt.

You froze for a moment, your heart racing as shock washed over you. Realizing the extent of the mess, you quickly dropped the cup and began frantically patting at the stain, your fingers moving in a flurry of activity as you muttered apologies. 

“Jeez I’m so clumsy, I’m so sorry! I’ll pay for it I—“

“No need to overreact, gorgeous,” the man said with a grin. “It’s just a t-shirt; buying 100 of them barely puts a dent in my bank account anyways.” 

You looked up in disbelief, your heart racing as you processed the reality of the situation. Standing before you, with his striking blue eyes and tousled white hair, was none other than Gojo Satoru—Mr. Worldwide famous, the boxer known for his incredible skills in the ring and his charm outside of it. It felt surreal to begin with.

“S—Still I’m really sorry for the shirt! I hope the coffee didn’t hurt you since it was still very hot.”

With a slight desperation, you rummaged through your wallet, your fingers brushing against the various bills and cards until you found a crisp fifty-dollar bill. Without a second thought, you pressed it into his hand and took off, heart racing as you dashed away.

Meanwhile, Gojo remained frozen on the spot, his mind awash in confusion as he tried to make sense of the odd encounter. After a moment, he glanced down at the bill resting in his palm, its vibrant colors contrasting with the muted tones of the bustling street around him.

“Huh, what a strange girl,” he murmured, a soft smile curling on his lips. He shook his head, a mixture of amusement and intrigue flickering in his eyes as he watched you disappear into the distance, your figure growing smaller but your impact lingering in the air.

“Now then, where was I supposed to go?” He tucked the 50 dollar bill safely in his wallet.

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8:00 pm, you finally arrived at the studio, already sweaty and panting from all the running and the embarrassment on what you just encountered. Your friend immediately ran towards you, aggressively shaking you.

“Girl, i thought you weren’t gonna make it in time! What happened? And why are you so exhausted already? You’re sweating so much that it could fill buckets!”

You took a few minutes to regulate your breathing before explaining what just happened to you.

“I overslept and didn’t have time to make breakfast, so I stopped by a cafe to order coffee and started walking to the studio. I realized I was running out of time and started speeding my way to get on time.”

“So that’s it right?”

“Jeez I wish, I accidentally bumped into someone and spilled my coffee on his shirt—but it wasn’t just any ordinary person..I spilled my drink onto the Gojo Satoru!”

“You spilled your drink onto the GOJO SATOR—Hmm—hmm!”

“Hushh!—Everyone can hear you! I don’t want them to find out that I embarrassed myself infront of the great Gojo Satoru!” You covered her mouth, shutting her loud ass mouth from letting the whole people in the studio hear it.

“Okay, okay, fine I’ll keep it down! Now, how did Gojo react to you spilling your drink on his shirt? He must’ve been furious or something.”

“Actually he was quite calm with it..I’m not sure if he kept it cool so he wouldn’t appear aggressive or mean, but I don’t think it’s like that.”

Your friend was shocked, Gojo not mad about his shirt getting ruined? “What?! He should at least make you pay for his shirt, right?”

“Welll about that..he insisted that I shouldn’t pay for it since he said it was a cheap one.”

“Well you’re lucky today! Cause if you’ve ruined something expensive then you’ll be paying thousands and thousands of dollars!”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t make you pay for that much to be honest, but yeah, I am lucky that I didn’t ruin anything expensive.”

“Indeed, now let’s go practice before we’ll get headbutted by our other friends!”

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As you slipped into your attire, the room around you was filled with the sounds of rustling and faint chatter, but your mind was consumed by earlier events. You couldn’t shake the embarrassment of what had happened. You thought back to the moment of collision. The two of you had been moving in different directions, and before you knew it, you had crashed into him. The way his eyes widened in surprise flashed in your mind like a red stop sign, and your heart felt super guilt as the image of his shirt, now forever stained, invaded your thoughts. 

“What was I thinking?” you berated yourself. “Seriously, I can’t believe I just did that!” 

You could almost feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you recalled his reaction. Sure he was nonchalant and calm about it, but it still got to you. “What if that was one of his favorite shirts?” you questioned, anxiety bubbling up inside you. The thought of him recounting this mortifying incident during an interview, sharing it as a comical anecdote about the weirdest fan encounters, made you cringe even more. 

“I’m doomed,” you sighed, burying your face in your hands for a brief moment.

As the practice session began, the usual excitement and adrenaline were replaced by a cloud of distraction. You attempted to warm up, your muscles stretching and shifting in routine motions, but your mind kept drifting back to that embarrassing moment. You couldn’t focus, thoughts spiraling through your mind like a relentless storm. Over and over, you found yourself replaying the incident, your internal monologue a chaotic loop of regret and humiliation. 

“Just concentrate,” you urged yourself, but the echoes of that encounter, the anxiety of facing him again, and the fear of what he might say gnawed at you, making it impossible to find peace in the familiar rhythm of practice. You felt a sinking sensation, knowing that until you could shake off the memory, nothing else would matter.

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As soon as you stepped through the door of your home after practice, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. You dropped your bag by the bedroom door. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto your bed, burying your face in your pillows. 

With your legs kicking in frustration, you let out a muffled scream—part anger, part embarrassment. The scene replayed in your mind like a twisted highlight reel, reminding you of the moment you had accidentally ruined his shirt in front of everyone. The humiliation felt suffocating; knowing that not only did you make a scene, but also that the onlookers had likely been gossiping about it ever since. 

To make matters worse, the paparazzi had been lurking nearby, capturing every mortifying second. You could almost hear the click of their cameras as they immortalized your blunder for all to see. The thought of it made your face flush with shame, and you buried your head deeper into the softness of the pillows, wishing you could disappear completely.

“Gosh, I’m so stupid..” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head in exasperation. The weight of the day pressed heavily on your mind, and you decided that maybe a good night's sleep was just what you needed to clear your thoughts. You tugged the blankets up around your shoulders, adjusting the pillows to create a cozy nest, as the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light in the room. 

But then..

Ring, ring!

Your phone rang. Is it one of your friends? Why is she calling you at this hour? Normally all of you rest after a good day of practice.

So you answered her call, still a bit irritated from your cozy time getting interrupted, you answered the phone grumpily.

You sighed, “Hello?…what’s wrong this time?”

“OH EM GEE! Girl haven’t you heard what the ballet master announced just now?!” She yelled through the phone, it sounds like she was freaking out like crazy.

“Uhm…no I haven’t..What did he announce?”

“He announced that there will be a special guest during our final performance tomorrow!”

“And who could that b—“ You questioned, but got cut off immediately by her.

“THE GOJO SATORU! Don’t believe me? Check the group chat! Mr. Gojo texted our ballet master asking if he could watch tomorrow!”

Time froze just as she finished what she was saying, Gojo, gonna watch the performance tomorrow? Is he insane?!

You let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “Hahaha! No way, you’ve got to be joking! There’s no way he would do that…” Just as you were doubting, yoh checked the group chat, the screen lighting up with an array of messages and images. 

As you scrolled through the conversation, it slowly dawned on you that it was all true. The ballet master had shared screenshots of his exchange with Gojo, and one by one, you read through each of them.

“Still..I don’t get it, why does he wanna watch a simple ballet performance? Doesn't he wanna get stronger for the next boxing match?”

“I don’t know either, but that’s just a motivation for us to make more effort during the performance! Who knows..maybe he’s there because he finds one of us gorgeous..eek I bet it’s me!”

You sighed and rolled your eyes by her comment, “Who’s been over feeding your ego and confidence lately?” You then ended the call right there, because you knew she was gonna start being delusional and you didn’t wanna listen to everything she would say that’s not true.

But one question continued to stay in mind, why is he gonna watch tomorrow? You all weren’t that famous for him to stand out from the crowd, and yet he still chose your group.

“Whatever is his reason, I hope he won’t recognize me tomorrow..it would be so awkward if he recognizes me..” You said, getting comfortable in bed before turning off the lights. You stared at the celling before dozing off a few minutes later.

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After weeks filled with endless training and countless practice sessions, the day of the final performance had finally arrived. You could feel the mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through your veins, a sensation that lingered in the air. As you stood backstage, the hum of voices and soft music provided a comforting backdrop to your nerves.

You slipped into your costume, a shimmering light blue ballet attire that sparkled under the warm backstage lights. The fabric felt smooth against your skin, each delicate detail enhancing the anticipation you felt for the show ahead. Once dressed, you took a seat at a small vanity, where someone was styling your hair and applying your makeup. You sat still, occasionally glancing at your reflection, feeling both nervous and excited about how you would present yourself on stage.

While waiting for the finishing touches, you distracted yourself by scrolling through your phone, checking messages and photos from rehearsals. Just then, a notification popped up in the group chat from the ballet master. You read the announcement, it said that Mr. Gojo had arrived to watch the performance and was currently seated in the guests’ area.

A wave of anxiety washed over you as you finished reading his announcement. The realization hit you hard: he’s actually going to be watching the performance in person! The thought of him sitting there, witnessing every graceful thing and every movement, sent your heart racing. You could hardly believe it; he’s really going to be there, right in the crowd! The pressure mounted as you imagined all the eyes on you, especially his, and a mix of excitement and nerves churned in your stomach.

At last, the moment arrived when your group was called to take the stage, the air buzzing with anticipation as the last touches were applied to your costumes. You took a deep breath, your heart racing slightly with a mix of excitement and nerves, before walking to your designated position in the dance.

The music began—a soft, enchanting melody that filled the auditorium, setting a graceful tone for the performance as you and your group stepped onto the stage one by one, each showcasing their own unique entrance.

This time, the spotlight shone directly on you, illuminating your path as you became the focal point of the audience's attention. With measured confidence, you took a step forward, embracing the moment. You moved effortlessly into a series of ballet moves, executing an elegant arabesque that stretched your body into a perfect line, followed by a fluid piqué that brought you closer to the edge of the stage. Each movement was executed with precision, the years of training culminating in this singular performance.

Although you maintained keeping your graceful character, you couldn't shake the feeling of an intense gaze penetrating through the soft glow of the lights.

It was a familiar presence, one that sent a surge of adrenaline through you. You instinctively knew who that sharp and intense gaze was coming from. 

He sat amongst the crowd, his arms folded across his chest, watching intently as he absorbed every move of your performance. Each shift in your posture, every flicker of emotion, was met with a thoughtful “hm” of approval escaping his lips, followed by a slow nod of his head that signaled his appreciation.

He was supposed to be at the boxing ring, having a revenge match, and yet he found this moment infinitely more engaging, relishing the authenticity of the scene unfolding before him. In the vibrant energy of the crowd, he discovered a thrill that far surpassed the repetitive clang of gloves and the cold sweat of the ring.

As the final performance ended and you made  your signature move for the last time, the audience erupted into a chorus of applause and cheers, a thunderous appreciation that filled the air. You and your group bowed together, the feeling of relief as you turned to face the crowd one last time, waving goodbye to the crowd.

A wave of relief washed over you as you stepped off the stage, finally free from the weight of his piercing gaze that had seemingly followed you throughout the entire performance. It felt as though each glance was like a dagger, sharp and intense, stealing your focus and making it difficult to fully immerse yourself in the dance.

Once backstage, you were granted a brief reprieve, a few precious minutes to catch your breath and revel in the afterglow of your hard work. It wasn't long, however, before the ballet master made his way to you and your group, his face beaming with a mix of pride and admiration as he congratulated everyone on a job well done. His presence was always commanding, but today he seemed more animated than usual, the excitement palpable as he praised your collective efforts.

Yet, there was something more to his visit than just congratulating. The ballet master suddenly turned his attention solely to you, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. He requested a private conversation, and after a moment’s hesitation, you agreed, curiosity piqued. He led you to a quiet corner of the backstage area where the noise of the audience faded into the background, creating an intimate space for the two of you.

“You were AMAZING today,” he began, his voice low and encouraging. “You had everyone’s jaws dropping, especially Gojo’s.” His mention of Gojo sent a jolt through you—your mind racing. The ballet master paused, gauging your reaction, then continued, “Oh, and speaking of Gojo… he’s been asking to speak with you, privately.”

The unexpected news left you utterly taken aback. First, he had shown up to watch your performance. Second, it became clear he had been watching you intently throughout. And now, he wanted to talk to you? What is happening to your life right now?!

He...wants to talk to me? Of all the people he could choose from? But why?” You felt a swirl of confusion and disbelief flooding your mind.

“I can’t say for certain,” He replied, glancing at the clock on the wall. “But you’ll have to find out for yourself. Don’t waste any more time—he doesn’t have all day.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, trying to steady your racing heart as you began to walk towards the designated spot. Each step made you feel more and more nervous, the tension in your stomach twisted tighter. The fact that a famous boxer, wanted to have a private conversation with you sent a wave of anxiety coursing through your veins. 

What could he possibly want to discuss? The thought raced through your mind unbidden. Had he recognize you from before? Images of that encounter flooded your thoughts, and you felt a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks.

Oh God, please don’t let it be that! Anything but that stupid encounter! You couldn't shake off the feeling that this moment could change everything, and with each passing second, the anticipation twisted into a knot of unease that settled heavy in your chest.

Once you went outside, you saw dozens of paparazzi surrounding someone, and you knew that was him getting surrounded by them. Jeez, must be hard dealing with crazy paparazzi and fans every single day.

As the crowd continued to surround him, he caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye. With subtle movements, he signaled for you to move to the bathroom, hoping to escape the chaotic crowd. It was clear he wanted a moment alone to talk.

Understanding him, you made your way to the bathroom until you finally reached it. Once inside, you paused for a moment, taking in the quiet that contrasted sharply with the noise outside. He can he handle all that? You would’ve go insane if you were him.

After a few minutes, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped in, his face mostly covered by a face mask and hat. It was obviously a disguise.

With ease, he lowered his face mask, then peeled off his black cap, and finally removed his sunglasses in one fluid motion. When he revealed his identity, your heart raced. There, standing before you, was none other than the famous Gojo Satoru—the same exact person who seemed to desire a private conversation with you. 

His striking white hair framed his angular face, and his bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief and charm. You found yourself momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by his presence. There was an undeniable charisma about him, and you couldn't ignore how incredibly handsome he was.

“Ah, ah, what’s up? No need to stay frozen forever, little dove,” he said with a playful grin. You blinked just once, and then suddenly—he closed the gap between you, his face now mere centimeters from yours, his breath warm against your skin. 

You instinctively brought your hands up to create distance, gently pushing his face away as you backed off slightly. Laughter escaped your lips, tinged with nervousness, your cheeks flushed. Why was he so close for?!

“O—Oh! Yeah, I know that…” you stuttered, trying to regain your composure amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

“Oh yeah! Right..why did you wanna talk to me?” You got straight to the point. You just wanna get out of here and scream in your pillows out of embarrassment.

“Straight to the point huh? Well, I just wanted to say that your performance was utterly amazing. That’s a nice way to avenge my shirt.” He grinned, that stupid genuine crooked grin..

“W—What?! I mean uhm..I wasn’t the one who spilled a drink on your shirt! Probably got the wrong person..” You tried to deny, flailing your arms and you tried to act dumb, knowing full well that he wasn’t gonna believe your silly act.

“Don’t act dumb, dove, I still recognize you from before.”

“Okay, okay, you got me! But you weren’t bothered by it, so what’s the big deal?”

“Nothing, actually, I just wanted to return the 50 dollar bill you gave me yesterday.” He said, pulling out the same crumpled 50 dollar bill.

”Ehh? You wanted to talk to me just for that..?” You raised an eyebrow, you were worrying about nothing this whole time!

“No scolding, no anger..?” You continued, tilting your head as you hesitantly took back the bill.

“Pff..who would be mad over a ruined shirt? It’s not like it’s the only one I have in my closet. I mostly just go around the house shirtless.” He bragged.

“That last part wasn’t necessary by the way..”

“Yeah I know, just wanted to say it.” He smirked. “You still gotta repay me somehow, paying for the shirt is so plain.”

“And how should I pay back the thing that I did?”

“It’s simple! You can treat me to a meal or drink..a cafe sounds good..” He rubbed his chin as he started babbling ideas.

“A meal or drink? Can’t you afford like..dozens of those?”

“You’re right, but I wanted to get to know you more, soo why not get a drink together at the cafe?”

“I’d love to but..won’t the people go nuts again if they saw you in the cafe, especially with another girl?”

“That’s not a problem, wanna know why? Because I have my own private cafe with professional baristas and everything. I usually stay there after a match to relax.”

“Really? You’d let me go there?!” Your jaw dropped and your eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Of course, so you’re down for it or what?”

“Hell yeah! But..don’t you have a boxing match with Sukuna tomorrow?”

“I do, but that’s not gonna be a problem as well. You can watch the match tomorrow, in the meantime..why not exchange numbers to text each other?” He pulled out his phone, typing the password before opening the contacts app.

“Exchange numbers..? Okay then.” You smiled softly and also gave your phone to him as you took his.

After exchanging phone numbers, the two of you engaged in some light-hearted conversation, sharing a few laughs. Eventually, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow around you, you both realized it was time to say goodbye—for now. With a promise to text each other later, you parted ways—for now.

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It was currently 9:30 pm, you’ve just finished changing into your pajamas and doing your skincare. That’s when you got a notification, it was Gojo! The message was:

“Finally I found your contact, took me minutes to find you through my contacts because you didn’t put your name on there. (-᷅_-᷄๑)”

The message brought a smile to your face and a small chuckle escaped your lips. Is this truly how the strong famous boxer texts? You replied to him:

“My bad, I forgot to label my name there. I’m surprised how you managed to guess!”

“Gave me a headache ya know? I got quite the embarrassment while looking for your contact..had to text multiple people in my contacts with no name as well..”

“Oh really? And what did they say?”

“They got really confused, some were just freaking out that I texted them and thought that I was gonna giveaway some gold bar to them or sell them tickets to VIP seating.. (¬_¬)”

That message got you laughing, you found it funny how some people thought that he was gonna pull a random giveaway just like a famous youtuber.

“Ahahaha for real?! They thought you were gonna give them a suitcase filled with money like those youtube videos?”

“Pffft yeah…they got too excited and started spamming my notifications..had to block them..”

He then continued, “So moving on..what are you doing right now? It’s pretty late at night.”

“Oh, I just finished changing into my pajamas and was about to head right to bed until you suddenly texted me.”

“Ah so I interrupted you from going to sleep? My apologies then! ( ；´Д｀)”

“There’s no need to say sorry, Gojo! It’s not like I was even that sleepy or anything.”

“Alright then..also..call me Satoru! People rarely call me by my first name..Gojo this..Gojo that..Should start saying my first name..”

“As you wish then..Satoru..”

“That’s the spirit! I don’t wanna keep you awake for too long, so I’ll get straight to the point—You should arrive before the match starts..don’t wanna be late and waste your front seat right?”

Your eyes widened in shock, you can have the front seat?! This is too good to be true, “Got it..i promise I’ll get there by 8:00 am.”

“Alright then, don’t run late again and spill your drink on someone else’s shirt okay? Night night! (^_−)−☆”

As soon as the notification came through, his active status on your messaging app turned a dull shade of grey, signaling that he was offline. With a heavy sigh, you set your phone down gently on the wooden surface of your desk. Your gaze drifted upward to the ceiling, your mind was racing with thoughts and emotions that felt almost too overwhelming to grasp.

Tomorrow was gonna be a chaotic day – you were going to witness him step into the ring against the renowned boxer Ryomen Sukuna, a name that sent shivers through the boxing community. The excitement of the upcoming match sent jolts of adrenaline through you, but it was the promise of heading to his private café afterward that had your heart racing even more. It felt surreal to be honest. The quiet moments you would share following the chaos of the fight lingered in your mind, a warm contrast to the impending action.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that so much to unfold in just twenty-four hours. Every scenario played out like a movie reel in your head, each thought amplifying your anxiety and excitement. It kept you tossing and turning in your bed as you tried to sleep.

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The annoying beeping sound of your alarm clock jolted you awake, piercing through the haze of barely any sleep you had managed to scrape together. You rubbed your eyes, the weight of tiredness pressing down on you as you fought the urge to sink back into the comfort of your bed, which almost made you give up. With a sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and pushed yourself up. 

The cool air hit your skin as you padded to the bathroom, where the warm, cascading water of the shower offered much to wake you up. As the steam enveloped you, the warmth worked its magic, easing some of the tension from your shoulders and helping to wash away the remnants of sleep. After what felt like an age spent under the soothing flow, you finally stepped out and dried off, feeling a bit more alert.

Choosing your outfit for the day, you reached for a simple, white shirt, pairing it with sleek black pants that added a touch of effortless to your look. The ensemble was understated yet polished, perfect for whatever the day might throw at you. 

By the time the clock struck 7:30 am, your phone buzzed with a familiar ping. It was Gojo again, checking in:

“Don’t keep me waiting, dove..hope to see you in the crowd in a few minutes! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

You sighed and shook your head, those emojis are really making his chatting style unique and silly in its own way. You finished eating the toast and made your way to the building the boxing match will take place in.

You managed to arrive on time, squeezing through the crowd to sit down at your designated seat. You’re lucky that you got a seat to the front, all thanks to him.

After waiting for a few minutes, you saw Gojo making his way inside the ring, along with Sukuna, his opponent for the match. Gojo immediately caught your eye, he was wearing his boxing gloves and navy blue shorts. He was already pretty sweaty, probably was warming up before the match started.

The referee stood in the center of the arena, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before he raised the whistle to his lips. After a tense few minutes of anticipation, he finally blew the whistle, signaling the official start of the game. A wave of excitement surged through you as you cheered for Gojo, your heart filled with hope that he could emerge victorious against Sukuna, who was also strong.

Each time Gojo took a hit, you flinched, your pulse quickening in response to the intensity of the match. You felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach, making it almost unbearable to watch the fierce exchanges unfolding in front of you. The stakes felt incredibly high, and every blow landed sent a shockwave of worry through you, leaving you torn between the desire to support Gojo and the impulse to look away from the brutal match.

As the final rounds ticked away, the intensity of the boxing match reached its peak. The atmosphere was tense, the crowd roaring with anticipation. You glanced over at Gojo, his body covered in bruises. He was bent forward, chest heaving as he gasped for breath, the sweat glistening on his forehead under the bright lights of the venue.

Finally, the referee stepped forward, his expression grave yet authoritative. With a decisive motion, he raised Gojo's hand high above his head. The moment felt suspended in time as the crowd erupted into cheers, full of excitement and relief echoing all around. Gojo had done it—against all odds, he had won! The validation of his hard work and determination washed over you as you watched him bask in the glory of victory, a smile breaking through the exhaustion plastered on his face. He had won; he had actually won!

As the medical team started treating him, you felt a surge of excitement as you made your way towards him. You wanted to share your congratulations on his impressive victory in the match. 

Just as you were about to reach him, you were jolted out of your thoughts when someone abruptly bumped into you. Startled, you looked up, and to your surprise, you found yourself face-to-face with Sukuna, the same guy Gojo fought with just now. His intense gaze right at you, and the tension in the air shifted as you processed who he was. Your mind raced, why do you keep bumping into men?!

“Watch where you’re going, my body is still sore, brat.” He said, quite annoyed at you.

“Oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to purposely bump into you! Did I hit some of your injuries? Like here?” You instinctively started apologizing while trying to make sure you didn’t make his injuries worse, putting your hands on his body.

As you were doing that, Gojo finished getting all bandaged up. He was looking around the venue, and saw you, but you weren’t alone. You were interacting with a guy, what’s worse is it was his fellow long time opponent. Ryomen Sukuna.

The water bottle he was holding was crunched brutally with his grip intensing.

Fuck, what is he feeling right now? Is this—

—Jealousy?

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[zluckychap]

"dunk tank" behind the scenes

part 2: the writing & art

can't start drawing the comic without thumbnails!

anyway

i started writing this thing in february at the same time as For Science Part 2. this comic was originally going to be called For Science Part 3, since it has the same 4th-wall-breaking elements as that series. but navi’s not in it, and it’s not really a continuation of 1 and 2, so i wanted to think of something else (cont)

i was gonna call it “the big update” or something based on whatever the update name turned out to be (at the time i didn’t know it was called “worth the wait”) but both of those still seemed too on-the-nose.

but then, the thoughts of the fandom being so entertained by painter’s demise got me envisioning the poor guy stuck in a carnival dunk tank, forever suffering by our hands in our unending quest for video game completion. how morbid is that

the way we so casually talk about his upcoming demise is in a way that would freak anyone out if it was about THEIR death. we talk about it so innocently and it's arguably creepier than going “MUAHAHA!! HE’S GONNA DIE SOON!!”

it's interesting that until now, painter had protection. not in the form of a sealed safe room, or any kind of shields whatsoever, but rather the mere fact that killing him wasn’t yet an option for us. now that protection’s disappearing and there’s nothing he can do about it

when the first draft of the script was done, i realized that if sebastian knew about painter’s fate, and if he truly cared, he might let painter chill in a safe room and protect him there. they’d lose the turrets and whatnot but painter would be fine

so i decided that in the story, there’s something keeping painter in place. an anti-tampering system of sorts built just for him, that either kills him, the tamperer, or both, serving as another obstacle for sebastian to figure out if he really wants to save his buddy

it makes sense in-universe for this to exist too, since there were urbanshade employees psycho enough to track down and kill a guy in cold blood just to get their hands on painter. urbanshade likely wouldn’t want a repeat of that with any other employees

as many of you figured out, YES the colors have meaning!

i didn’t used to like writing, i’ve always largely been a math person. before i really learned to enjoy it, i used to think that details like these in stories were unnecessary, and i’d make fun of them. what a chump i was

colors can have multiple meanings depending on the context. the way they are framed in the “colors” series is definitely not the only way they can be interpreted. i’ll let people draw their own conclusions about it :)

my google doc's script format isn't very formal at all. when i outline a scene i basically put just enough information in for myself to understand what the scene will look like, even if i haven't figured out what the dialogue will be yet

whenever i can’t make up my mind on how a character says something, i write down all the possibilities i come up with and then pick one later. some of the most simple lines go through so many iterations before i find something i’m happy with

before i knew that they were confirmed to have a brotherly relationship, in march i wrote an analysis on sebastian and painter’s roles in the story. i was then informed on tumblr that they see canonically each other as brothers

i later posted on twitter about it, because i could not find where zeal had confirmed this anywhere. so of course Wil randomly pops out of the bushes at that moment to confirm it themselves. thanks wil

these scenes were originally going to play out the exact same way, except they’d take place in the present with seb & painter. after learning this new information about their relationship, i decided to turn them into flashbacks. a decision that paid off IMMENSELY

i always figured sebastian had some amount of fourth-wall awareness as an explanation to how he knows about our multiple runs, can be in several places at once, and is even aware of when we go back into the blacksite after having won the game entirely.

i still have no damn clue what role mr lopee will have in the canon story, but i headcanon that he has something to do with sebastian’s omniscience.

i deliberately kept the update day in the comic ambiguous since we didn’t know when it would be, and still don’t. it’s definitely for the best that it comes out later, we gotta give the devs time to cook but also time to rest.

i changed the script of this page at the last second. i thought it would be interesting to have NSIF praise sebastian for being a good friend, which would have him feeling more guilty. but seb was already showered with praise from painter on the last page, so i switched it up.

then there’s the player’s face on page 12. they were originally going to look very eager to destroy painter. i figured that wouldn’t really work for someone who technically… doesn’t want to be doing what they’re doing. (also congrats to those who noticed which jumpsuit that is)

the future for sebastian and painter’s roles in the story is very uncertain. there are things that are set in stone, and other things that we’re not yet spoiled on, and all of us pretty much have more questions than answers

and even if the plot of this comic didn’t really GO anywhere, that’s okay. sometimes what the characters need is a quiet, calm moment to be in each other’s company… before the storm starts. well, have fun getting the badges, everyone! :P

thanks for following this story for the past month and a half! it's been a journey. it'll probably be a while before the next big story since i have irl stuff to attend to, but i have 5 more stories in the works and i'm excited to show more of what i have planned eventually!

OK THANKS FOR READING BYE

[fromthelakes]

"It's nothing, just a scratch."

Pairing: Maggie Rhee/Greene x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, i think that's it?

Word Count: 2k

Summary: In the quiet of Hilltop at dusk, you wait anxiously for Maggie's return. When she arrives injured, you offer help despite her initial refusal. As you care for her wound, a tender moment unfolds, offering solace amidst the uncertainty of the world.

A/N: Heyy, thank you so much for all the love for my first fanfiction! I'm currently working on another Regina fic, but since I'm not quite sure what direction that will go, I decided to publish this Maggie x reader fic first. I tagged Maggie both as Rhee and Greene because why not. Anyways, I would die for this woman in a heartbeat.

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The evening draped Hilltop in a soft, dusky hue as you sat on the well-worn couch by the fireplace, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows across the room. The rhythmic hum of cicadas outside provided a calming backdrop to the quietude within your cozy home.

The cushioned embrace of the couch enveloped you as you attempted to immerse yourself in a book you had randomly picked up. The weathered cover bore the weight of numerous readings, its pages slightly yellowed, but each word within still held the power to transport you to another world.

The day had been uneventful; scavenging, tending to tasks around the settlement, and engaging in the mundane yet necessary routines of life after everything changed. But amidst the routines, the anticipation of Maggie's return lingered, creating a gentle knot of concern in your chest.

You knew she had matters to attend to, responsibilities that came with leading the community. But it didn't stop the concern from gnawing at you, the desire for her safe return growing more pronounced with each passing moment. You knew Maggie was strong and capable, but the unpredictability of the world outside made waiting an agonizing endeavor.

You toyed with the pages of the book, your attention drifting, unable to focus on the words. Your mind kept conjuring scenarios, each more concerning than the last, despite your attempts to quell the rising worry. You found yourself constantly looking towards the door, half-expecting it to open with her arrival, yet it remained closed, a barrier between your anticipation and her presence.

The crackling of the fire seemed to echo the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat, each pop and hiss amplifying the quiet solitude of the room. As the warm glow of the fire danced upon the walls, the long awaited creak of the front door finally interrupted the serene atmosphere.

You looked over your shoulder to find Maggie standing in the doorway. She held herself together with that familiar resilience, but the way she moved hinted at something else beneath the surface. A facade of calm determination masked a hint of pain that lingered in the corners of her eyes.

A surge of relief washed over you, evident in the way your shoulders relaxed as you set the book aside. "Hey" you greeted, unable to conceal the relief in your voice.

"Hey" she replied, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room.

You met her eyes, an unspoken question lingering in your gaze. "Everything okay?" you inquired, your eyes scanning her for injuries as she slumped next to you on the couch. Her clothing was stained with blood, and a nasty looking gash adorned her arm.

"You're hurt." you observed, your worry transforming into urgency.

Maggie's attempt at a nonchalant shrug was feeble. She tried to hide it, but you saw the way she winced when she moved her arm. "It's nothing, just a scratch." she deflected, attempting to sidestep your worry.

Maggie had always been fiercely independent, even in the most dire circumstances. It was one of the many things that drew you to her—the strength, resilience, and determination that radiated from her, even when faced with adversity. But her stubbornness could sometimes border on self-destructive, especially when it came to her own well-being.

"Let me take a look at it." you insisted. Maggie shook her head. "I can handle it, I've dealt with worse." she retorted, wincing as she attempted to unbutton her shirt with her injured arm.

You sighed before getting up to go gather the necessary supplies—a first aid kit, a bowl of water, and bandages—before returning to the couch where Maggie was still trying to unbutton the rest of her shirt.

"Let me." you offered gently, setting the supplies down.

Maggie hesitated for a moment, her resolve visibly wavering. Finally, with a defeated sigh, she relented, allowing you to gently remove her bloodstained button up shirt, revealing the wound that marred her resilient exterior.

The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the space, casting gentle shadows as you carefully examined the wound on her arm. "It's nothing, really." she murmured, trying to downplay the severity of her injuries.

You reached for the bowl of water, soaking a clean cloth and cleaning the wound gently, mindful of her discomfort. Maggie hissed through clenched teeth, trying to mask the pain, but her grip on the edge of the couch tightened.

"Sorry." you murmured softly, glancing up to meet her eyes before continuing the meticulous cleaning process, wiping away the dried blood to reveal the full extent of the injury.

Silence settled in the room, broken only by the crackling of the fire. Maggie's eyes followed your every move, a mixture of defiance and vulnerability swirling in their depths. You were her safe haven, the one person she could rely on without reservation. Your touch was gentle, yet firm, as you cleaned the wound and carefully bandaged it up, ensuring she would heal properly.

Once the wound was fully cleaned and bandaged, you looked up to find Maggie watching you, gratitude and affection shining in her eyes. "You didn’t have to do this." she whispered, her voice carrying a vulnerable undertone.

“I know.” you replied softly, giving her a reassuring smile. “But I wanted to.”

Your words hung in the air, laden with care and unspoken emotions that resonated between you both. The warmth of the moment enveloped the room, the dancing flames casting a soft, flickering light on the scene.

"Thank you." she whispered, her voice holding a vulnerability she rarely showed.

"Anytime." you replied, a gentle smile gracing your lips.

Leaning back against the cushions, Maggie released a contented sigh, her gaze drifting toward the fire as if drawing comfort from its dance. "It's quiet tonight." she observed, her tone carrying a hint of reflection.

"Yeah, it is." you replied, casting a glance outside where the evening sky painted a canvas of stars. "Almost makes you forget what's out there." you added, gesturing vaguely towards the window.

Maggie nodded in agreement, her eyes fixated on the flames. "Almost." she murmured softly, a reminder that even amidst tranquility, the world beyond their walls remained untamed and unforgiving.

After a beat, Maggie's gaze drifted to the book you had set aside earlier. "What were you reading?" she asked, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.

“Uhh… I’m actually not sure.” you replied, picking up the book from the side table. “I couldn’t focus on reading it so…” you shrugged as you ran your fingers over the weathered cover.

Maggie shifted, her gaze momentarily dropping before meeting yours again. "You worry too much, you know." she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.

"It's hard not to." you admitted, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "Especially when you keep coming back like this." you gestured at her bandaged arm.

Maggie’s smile softened, her eyes holding a mixture of appreciation and affection. "But I always come back, don't I?" she said, gently taking the book from your hands and placing it back on the table. 

You chuckled softly, feeling the tension of the evening slowly dissipate. "Yeah, you do. Always keeping me on my toes."

As Maggie leaned back against the couch, a comfortable silence settled between you. The warmth of the fire and the presence of each other was enough to quell the worries of the outside world, if only for a moment.

Suddenly, Maggie turned slightly towards you, her gaze meeting yours with a hint of playfulness. "You know what would make you worry less?" she teased lightly.

"What's that?" you replied, genuinely intrigued by her playful suggestion.

With a playful glint in her eye, Maggie leaned in, closing the distance between you. Before you could anticipate her move, her lips met yours in a tender, reassuring kiss. It was a moment of quiet intimacy, a silent promise that spoke volumes, offering solace and reassurance in a simple gesture.

As she pulled back slightly, a soft smile lingered on Maggie's lips, her gaze fixed on yours. "Better?" she whispered, her voice warm and filled with affection.

You couldn't help but reciprocate her smile, feeling a rush of warmth flooding your chest. "Much better." you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper, your gaze locked with hers.

Maggie's smile widened, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Good." she murmured, leaning in once more to steal another fleeting kiss before leaning her head gently against your shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips. The weight of her head against you felt reassuring, grounding you both in the comfort of each other's presence.

Without a word, you wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. The weight of the day's worries seemed to melt away in those moments, replaced by a sense of contentment that only Maggie's presence could bring. The fire crackled in the background, casting a gentle warmth across the room as the night enveloped the settlement in quietude.

Time seemed to stretch and bend in the tranquil atmosphere, each passing moment cocooning you both in a bubble of serenity. The worries that had been clawing at your thoughts began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of peace and tranquility that came with being close to Maggie.

Eventually, the fatigue of the day caught up with both of you. Maggie's eyes fluttered closed, a serene expression gracing her features as she nestled closer, finding solace in the embrace. The comfort of the couch invited a tempting lull, pulling at your eyelids and inviting sleep to claim its territory.

"You should get some rest." you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss on top of Maggie’s head, feeling her relax further against you.

"Mmm, you too." Maggie replied in a drowsy tone, her words barely audible as she nuzzled closer.

Smiling softly, you hummed in agreement, letting out a quiet chuckle at Maggie's half-asleep response. With careful movements, you adjusted yourselves, preparing to leave the couch and retire to the comfort of the bedroom.

Carefully disentangling from Maggie's embrace, you offered her a hand, helping her up from the couch. Her weariness was evident, but her determination to keep going persisted, a trait you both shared. With a silent understanding, you walked together toward the bedroom, the soft light from the living room casting a warm glow in the dimly lit hallway.

As you stepped into the bedroom, the familiar sense of tranquility enveloped you both, the space welcoming and serene. Maggie moved toward the bed, shedding her stained and worn clothes before slipping into more comfortable attire, her movements slow and deliberate, fatigue weighing heavily upon her.

You mirrored her actions, changing into something more comfortable for the night. The soft, muted glow of moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting a serene ambiance in the room. As you both settled into the comfort of the bed, Maggie curled up beside you, her head resting on your chest.

You nestled close to her, an arm draping over her waist as she leaned into your embrace. The room was filled with a serene quietness, the only sounds the soft breaths you both took, syncing in a calming rhythm.

"I don't know what I'd do without you." Maggie whispered softly as sleep started to claim her.

Gently, you brushed a strand of hair away from Maggie's face, a tender gesture that spoke volumes. "Let's hope you never have to find out." you whispered back, tightening your embrace. Your fingers traced delicate patterns on her back, a silent reassurance that you were there, a steadfast presence in a world that often felt uncertain.

Maggie nestled deeper into your embrace, exhaling a sigh, the tension in her body gradually melting away. Her breaths became more even, the weight of the day slowly dissipating as slumber claimed her.

The moon painted silver strokes on the walls, a celestial artist leaving its mark on the canvas of the night. In the embrace of shared warmth, you drifted into a peaceful slumber, intertwined in a quiet intimacy that whispered promises of unwavering support and unspoken devotion that you had built together amidst the turmoil of the post-apocalyptic reality.

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Ps: I had a nosebleed while writing this

[jumpywhumpywriter]

To preface, this is a genuine compliment but bruh, how many storylines are spawning in your head, what—

Absolutely not a bad thing but holy heck, the pace and quality at which you just churn out new stuff is crazy got dang—I strive to be like that (that is to say, to actually write down stories that come to mind like that. And I mean that in a compliment, really hope that doesn’t somehow come off as stalkerish or anything because my overthinking self is perceiving the words that way and agh—)

Very much just me randomly saying what’s on my mind, so feel free to ignore, but

ANYWAYS hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and are taking care of yourself and staying hydrated and continue to create gems of literature at the ungodly pace you do (avoiding burnout of course. Always at your own pace) and all that jazz :]

Also happy early birthday! Might’ve said it in another ask but if the internet was advanced enough, I’d send a virtual tiramisu (or whatever dessert) as a thing, but that’s not a thing yet so, uh, yeah, happy early birthday :D

-idk

P.s. just a lil nudge, pretty sure I sent an ask or two (numbers are hard and I also forgo) a lil while ago so, uh, yeah, a lil nudge in case of accidental forgetting no pressure or anything.

How many storylines do I have going on in my head? Hmm, good question... answer is that I don't know Lol -- they just come and go as they please, and I am just the pen that turns them into actual stories!

But when an idea pops up, I tend to go crazy and turn it into a whole novel/series and power-write for 4 hours straight (no exaggeration there -- sometimes I'm so invested in a story I forget to eat food haha)

Also, one of my secrets as to how I'm posting so many well-developed stories these days is actually because I had a dozen or so already written up before I even first started Tumblr. I had just never shared any of them before because I was super self-conscious about my work and thought no one would like reading it.

So I already technically had a few months' worth of stories ready to post, and I have been slowly releasing them to the public ever since!

Like the Antagonist Kills Protagonist's Love story -- that one existed at least 6 months before I created an account on Tumblr. I just recently got round to finally posting it.

(P.s thanks for the nudge-- I just answered your previous ask)

[theeternalwomb]

Hello! 👋🏾,

I’ve found your page a few days ago, and reading through your masterlist was the first time I’ve ever seen the term ‘Divine Feminine’.

Your messages and posts talking about Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine made me wonder if I was a DF myself. They were hitting spot on for me personally.

Let me tell ya, every since reading your posts, I’ve seen DF messages everywhere! I’m just gone assume that was the universe and my spirit guides confirming that I am indeed, a Divine Feminine.

I haven’t met my DM outside of my dreams and the 5D, yet.

I’ve been having dreams where he comes in them for about a few years now, and it makes me happy whenever he shows up.

Whenever we talk to each other in the 5D my  conscious mind isn’t allowed to remember or be there for those conversations.

I’ve always known I was connected to him in some way, but now I’m wondering if he might be my DM. I’d be fine if he wasn’t, it’s just that my connection to him is completely different from the other people that come in my dreams.

I wanna ask if it’s normal for me to go through periods of time, where I’m not feeling the need to reach out to him as much and be consumed with him.

Because I go through periods where I’m so enamored by him and just the thought of him makes me giddy and happy. I could literally sit and think about him all day.

But then randomly, I just stop thinking about him that much and he stops showing up in my dreams. During the down period, it’s almost as if he’s just another man, but in a familiar way? Kinda like after awhile of being close to someone it starts to feel like you just want to exist along side them instead of being consumed by them?

I’m trying so hard to put this feeing into words that are easy to comprehend.

It’s an off and on thing that’s been happening since 2019, I wanna say.

I’ve known about him since 2017, but I didn’t think anything of it until he randomly started popping up into my dreams in 2019 and hasn’t gone away since.

He is literally everywhere. He shows up no matter what I’m doing, someway and somehow he finds a way to pop back up.

It’s funny whenever he randomly shows up somewhere he shouldn’t be, in theory.

I think I’m rambling now, so I’ll try to wrap this up.

I’m asking if it’s normal for Divine pairings to go through this off and on, intense, visceral need to be entirely surrounded by each other, to not really reaching out to one another that much?

We are currently in one of those down time periods, so that made me start thinking.

Also, I have no idea what a Divine Feminine actually is, so if you feel comfortable with answering that as well, I’d like for you to explain that to me, please.

Thank you for answering, if you choose to. And even if you don’t answer, thank you for reading this anyway.

🤎

Beautiful questions, don’t worry about your questions being too long or feeling as though you’re inconveniencing me by asking long questions, you’re giving other people the opportunity to learn and giving me the opportunity to share with you. Only you know the answer the question on if he’s your divine masculine or divine counterpart or not and I believe that you know deep down inside. What you’re experiencing are no contact/separation periods and they are completely normal and a regular occurrence for those experiencing a twin flame connection or even a really high level soul connection. The periods of time where you don’t think of him as much are don’t feel as driven to communicate with him or be around him as much are normal and you may feel as though you don’t feel his energy at those times.

In my personal twin flame journey, during the early years of our connection, we would go our separate ways quite frequently, often times without any given reason at all and go off and live our lives for a while, be in different relationships, experience different experiences in our lives,, and there were times when we separated or went or separate ways due to disagreements or arguments but all in all when we came back to one another or reconciled again it was like we never left. The connection was just as strong if not more, the love never left.

There are times when divine counterparts go into separation and the desire to be with one another, be around one another, be consumed by one another,, is very real and very deep. You live, breathe, sleep, eat that person.

What is/who is divine feminine?

Divine feminine looks different and feels different for everyone or may differ significantly depending on who you ask. She can fall under so many different aspects, be presented and expressed in so many different ways. To put it simply and easily, divine feminine is the feminine aspect of the divine. The divine feminine is the yin/dark energy (darkness,passivity,gentleness, absorption, earth) the divine feminine energy has nothing to do with societal adaptations of what femininity is supposed to look like and has everything to do with energy so the energy of being, the energy of receiving or receptivity, the energy of resting, the energy of surrender, forgiveness, flow, trust, emotion, intuition, and sensuality.

So when we speak about the divine feminine vs the wounded feminine we see certain specific juxtaposition between the two. A wounded feminine energy may hold energies or things like being out of tune with oneself, repressed truth or repressed identity, feeling unworthy or insecure or having low self esteem, holding onto feelings of guilt or shame, not being able to set strong boundaries or hold oneself to high regard or express yourself in such a way in which you know you deserve good things and are open to receiving them. You may also see things like codependency and being dependent on something or someone outside of oneself to make them feel whole, feel good about themselves or make them feel safe or secure. When someone suffers from wounded feminine energy, the authentic (feminine) core,spirit or essence of someone is disabled from being able to be fully embraced and expressed.

Here are some beautiful chakra/archetype charts for feminine energies:

[melonnnistic]

Ok here is some more depth into this comic

This whole thing takes place in Shamura's youth, as he is just starting out and gaining his following despite having certain rules to follow . . For this AU, we've given it some rules and stuff I don't think I've seen in another AU yet.

For example, our Bishops are not randomly finding magical crowns, they are instead born with a power, raised and taught to control it, and earn their crown as a sign of mastery of their power. Shamura is the oldest of course, and is more of a father than he is a brother, with Vaedra helping him take care of Kallamar, Heket, and Leshy. Narinder however, is a different story. In our AU, young Narinder was born into a small, poor cult where when his powers became dominant, his constant radiating of death led to the deaths of all his cult members, leaving him, as a young kit, alone in a rotting cult before having been found by Vaedra. Although Vaedra being mortal meant he could not care for him, and so Shamura did, and in doing so, grew the closest bond with him. Vaedra took care of the others, raising them well and humble despite only being mortal. Kallamar was found stranded and beached during Vaedra's travels, injured and sick from her own powers. Vaedra had immediately fallen in love with her and found it hard to seperate from her even in the event of Heaven trying to take her back. Which speaking of, our AU utilizes "heaven" and the "angels" a bit more. . .

The angels for our AU, are mostly all birds with distinct white feathers no matter the species, however there is a council of which is also the birds, but they have the freaky faces you see at the gate between the portals. The angels obediently follow the council's commands and at first, were directly involved in the new gods, taking them from their homes to raise safely up in heaven. There would he one Mentor for one Apprentice. . Which leads us to Boyra, who was tasked with taking care of Shamura after having just been ripped from his mother. All angels have always been alive, however they can still die. They just return as themselves, memories gone like factory reseting a phone, it might as well be death but their body still lives on . . Like Phoenixes.

Anyways, Shamura is a tarantula, a pink toed tarantula and they typically stay with their mothers until their colors come in, which is after the first few molts, so Shamura was merely a baby baby. And the council doubted his survival due to the fact that he was a tarantula. Example being, Tarantulas abdomens will pop(or literally explode) of they jump from too high, put too much pressure on their rears, or become impacted(constipated). :/ He is also female, since female Tarantulas tend to be bigger, a lot stronger, and live way longer.

In our AU, most, if not all the gods, who fought in the great war, were the stuck up (a-holes) who were raised by angels, learning to be cocky and overestimate themselves because they had *power* over another. Boyra was much against that, raising Shamura to be much more humble, but also to know just how powerful he is. In the end, Shamura surpassed his fellow apprentices, earned his crown early and got out into the world before the others and got to where he is now.

For background, Shamura was walking randomly around until he felt the draw of devotion nearby, so he headed in thst direction only to find a little leaf insect named Vaedra. Making an offering of his discoveries in exchange for peace and safety on his travels.

What's more is, Vaedra and Sozo are besties so they will be shown hanging out together at some point, they are both big geeks, answering questions everyone else is too afraid to ask.

Alright I'm done with this rant, I may add more at a later time but for now this is it, I might have forgotten something though LOL

Oops

Also bonus, I caught a wild Heket last night

Mind my childish hands. I swear I'm older than they look, my hands make me look ten and no one believes me when I tell them my age😭😭

Its here

Pt. 1 out of ???? Who knows

Its only two pages right now but I feel like it's a lot on one page, feedback would be nice since I've never made a comic before

[ayearwithoutwater]

Six.

“Love Again” was one of my immediate favorites upon the release of Dua Lipa’s 2020 album Future Nostalgia. I remember thinking that that album was a solid pop record: its sledgehammer hooks are underpinned by immaculate grooves, and its sonic palette yearns for the disco ‘70s. It’s no surprise, therefore, that 2020 was also the year that I finally educated myself about the music of the inimitable Donna Summer.

I was raised on the piano. My mother had a great love for the instrument but never had the time to learn, so she would live her dreams through me. Beginning as early as age five, I was expected to practice daily on the household piano, originally an old upright piano that was later swapped out for a baby grand Kawai. During car trips, the radio was only ever attuned to classical stations.

Naturally, as I grew up, I developed my own likes and dislikes. Through my bedroom radio, I discovered the likes of Michelle Branch, Avril Lavigne, and Hilary Duff via Radio Disney. Classmates introduced me to LimeWire, which came into my life just before MySpace did, too. Although it was more widely known for being the proto-Facebook, MySpace was also the premier venue for music discovery, in which I would get lost for hours as I scoured for new music. I wanted the coolest song to display on my profile by musicians who were obscure-but-not-too-obscure, and it’s how I came to be a fan of Taking Back Sunday, Something Corporate, and Senses Fail. Music became my first love because I, like so many others, sought to escape an unhappy home; a catchy melody could take up residence in my head, and obsessing over lyrics occupied my mind. My school journals from this period of my life are still covered in my scrawled doodling as I incorporated into my imagination the lyrics of Hot Fuss, my favorite album by The Killers.

One June day after my big breakup, I wandered SoHo with my sister. In the downstairs section of the MoMA Design Store, she played the opening chords of “Clair de Lune”—one of my favorite melodies of all time—on a standing keyboard, evoking a deep sense of nostalgia from within me. As she played, I told myself that, if I managed to patch things up with Henry, I would play the piano with him.

I can pinpoint the exact moment I realized Henry was falling for me. We had been dating for a couple of months, and I was randomly scrolling through his Instagram feed. (Habitually, on social media, I mute or suppress notifications from the men I date unless I think it’s become serious enough to unmute.) I came across a recent video he’d uploaded of himself sitting at an upright piano in his parents’ home, playing his way through and singing “Love Again.” Partway through watching the video, it struck me that he was singing about me.

I have to admit, I was charmed.

We were still in the early stages of our relationship at that point, but all the signs were there of something more taking root. We were spending all of our time together and I had begun to meet his close friends. He was constantly in my apartment to the point that we were starting to discuss eventually moving in together. I knew he was special, I knew I needed to protect him, yet still I feel like I ultimately screwed it up.

When it all ended, I tried to find refuge in music. (I was basically catatonic, anyways, so all I could do was lay in bed and listen to the same sad songs on repeat.) Each year, I create a playlist of songs that I’ve come to enjoy during that year; 2022’s playlist, however, is still a field of landmines for me all this time later—listening, even now, only transports me back to the darkest chapter of my life, where all I could think about was him, him, and him.

Some of those songs include: Tina Turner, “Private Dancer” Harry Styles, “As It Was” Percy Sledge, “Love Me Tender” Kehlani, “altar”

In my time of need, music also had a funny way of finding me.

Before this, I’d never spoken to my parents about my love life. It’s a subject for another time, but suffice it to say that credit should be given where it is due: my mother tried. When she learned what had happened, she suggested that I go back to California for a brief reprieve. So, with my tail tucked between my legs, I went home. That year, I returned to California more times than I did in the past half-decade combined.

In my (American) hometown, I tried to recuperate. Being away from the hustle of New York and being away from Henry, I hate to admit, did bring me some measure of relief. I spent time with my loving, dopey, three-legged dog as well as my friends from high school. I even tried to shoehorn myself into (ill-advised) hookups, rationalizing that I needed to learn how to mingle once more.

I agreed to meet one man, someone I'd met only once before, but neither of us was able to host this time. He came up with a solution, claiming that he had a friend who'd offered us their house for our use. The address he gave me looked suspiciously familiar, but still I drove to it, bad idea notwithstanding, because I was a shell of myself and I no longer cared about propriety.

I showed up. I knocked on the front door, he let me in, and we did the deed. Post-coitus an hour later, after I had put myself back together, I left, and—instead of going straight to my parked car—I went next door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and I was greeted by my childhood piano teacher.

Because I don’t often revisit my hometown, I’m sometimes asked to look in on her. As I took a seat in her living room, I looked around—two grand pianos side by side, a couple of dogs, a few cats—and recalled all the years I spent in that very same room, oftentimes a welcome reprieve from my quarrelsome parents. She was a fierce, blunt instructor who hailed from Beijing and possessed a strong streak of kindness. She taught me more than just music theory: her home was where I learned how to regularly interact with pet dogs and cats, and it was where I had my first taste of (my now-beloved) oxtail. After one instance of my childhood self breaking down in tears as a result of her tough reprimands, she softened her approach with me and we developed a good rapport.

I hadn’t seen her since I graduated college, so we had a lot to talk about. I told her about my life in New York and that I was in town to attend a wedding, which prompted the evergreen question of when I myself would be getting married. I wasn’t quite in the mood to come out to her at that moment, so I explained to her my ongoing breakup with my “girlfriend.”

She admonished me, telling me not to give up. She told me to go back to “her” apartment every day, with flowers and gifts, until “she” either shooed me away or, God willing, took me back, because that’s what a man does when he’s truly devoted to his partner.

I merely nodded along. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d spent months sending “her” red roses and apologies between New York and Singapore, that I’d bawled my eyes out every night, every week, that I grieved the disappearance of the one person out of all my past lovers I ever wanted to marry, that I was functionally a zombie because I’d lost my better half forever. Thus, I listened to my piano teacher and pretended to agree that I would go back to New York and make all my amends. By then, I already knew that “she” wasn’t ever coming back.

My teacher switched topics to idle gossip. I updated her on the activities of my immediate family; she talked about her neighbors. Interestingly, there was one neighbor in particular who she’d known since he was six years old. Now in his thirties, he was openly gay and still lived in the same house. She’d installed security cameras all over her property and even once called the police to investigate the strange men coming and going from his home…because he lived right next door.

After our visit ended, I drove to a random plaza, where I sat on a nondescript bench and mulled my thoughts over a blended taro slush drink and pan-fried soup dumplings, alone. She’d told me not to give up, but I knew I had to; I was certain that I needed to move on.

As I ate, I pulled out my phone—with its battery at less than five percent—and began another listen of my 2022 playlist.

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

MY SUN AND STARS ARE U KIDDJNV MS TBAGS SO VAMPY ALSO THE OTHER ONE TOO U KNOW THE ONE

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What’s funny is that they would be in the middle of a really heated moment, both of them naked with Harry buried in mid-thrust, and she’d randomly pull back from their kiss with a wet smack and wild eyes, her expression full of panicked realization. “Oh my God, I forgot to take my pill.”

All of Harry’s motions come to a slow stop, and he sighs indifferently as he uses his shoulder to wipe the sweat trickling down his temples, sniffing emptily as he begins untangling himself from her embrace. “It’s fine, I have a back-up in my nightstand.”

Y/N blinks her hazy eyes up at him in floored shock. “You…have a back-up pack of my birth control in your nightstand?”

“Mm.” He shrugs one shoulder casually, shifting around underneath the covers to prop himself on his forearms accordingly, balancing over her with great care as to not crush her in the process. He reaches towards the little table beside his mattress, tugging the drawer open with a light huff and diving his hand inside blindly, relying on instincts to find what he’s searching for. “You spend half your time at my place anyway, so I figured I might as well. Better to be safe than sorry, y’know? And I have an extra bottle of water in here, too, for emergencies, though I’m sure you know how to dry swallow a pill, considering you’ve dry swallowed much bigger things than that.”

Y/N continues to stare up at him in blank surprise, so taken aback that she doesn’t even try to form a comeback to fend off his crude innuendo. Harry carries on rummaging through his belongings intently, and a few seconds later, he manages to pull out a small circular container with a plastic coating and familiar packaging. He pops a singular pill, bringing it up to his own mouth and parting his swollen lips, sticking out his tongue and placing the capsule at the very center. He drops the pack back inside the cabinet, shoving it closed as he quirks a sweaty eyebrow expectantly, his dimples carving into his flushed cheeks as her offers her the medication. “Go on, then. Take it.”

Y/N bats her lashes up at him dumbly yet again, her brain processing the unorthodox— yet oddly attractive— scene. The fact that he’d gone out of his way to somehow get his hands on her favorite brand of contraceptives is extremely sweet and arousing in a fashion she can’t possibly express in coherent terms; it shows just how much he cares for her, and how he has her well-being in mind, even when it slips her very own. But aside from that obvious factor, the manner in which he’s making himself a part of that usually pesky chore by feeding it to her himself…It makes the already-burning warmth between her thighs rise a couple of notches in intensity.

Harry smirks down at her with his signature sarcastic bite, his tone carrying the same exact energy as he talks attentively through his occupied mouth, his actions measured to avoid dropping the pill cradled on his tongue. The irony of his comment goes right over her head, but its suggestive inflictions work as intended, seen in how her thighs impulsively tighten around his torso. “I promise I won’t bite. Not yet, at least.”

Y/N swallows thickly, taking another second to appreciate the sight painted before her— the sight of his lean body suspended above her with his burly chest heaving and damp collarbones glistening in the moonlight, his shiny curls glued to his forehead and along the sides of his neck as he hovers his face an inch from hers, his cool breath cascading across her itching lips as he waits for her to take the pill from him through a filthy kiss. The corners of his mouth are crooked upwards in smug satisfaction, and the muscles of his broad shoulders strain beneath his golden skin as he maneuvers himself comfortably between her legs once more, waiting patiently for her to tune back into reality and answer his whims. He looks so fucking good, and she feels like she could finish just by looking at him.

One of Y/N’s hands fumbles up to grasp his defined jaw, her other arm tying around his neck as she yanks him in for a desperate kiss full of quiet moans and needy whimpers. Her noises weigh in watery and wispy as she expresses her gratitude towards his gift, and she nearly chokes on her syllables as she feels him hum a low whine onto her tongue, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gradually begins grinding into her once more. He passes the capsule over to her, and she wastes no time in downing it, wanting to remove any obstacles that could keep them from returning to their prior activities.

“Done?” He murmurs authoritatively, checking to make sure she’d finished the important task, considering it’s the premise of this entire interaction. Y/N nods obediently, which causes him to coo at her with proud fondness, and the praise he delivers makes every cell in her body burst with bliss. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

Her initial intentions are to say something tender in return, along the lines of, “Thank you for taking me into consideration, I really appreciate it.” or “You don’t have to do that for me, but I’m really grateful you did.”

What actually croaks out of her throat, however, is something much less eloquent and much more embarrassing. “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

Harry sputters into giggles against her mouth, snaking his strong arms beneath her back so he can hold her in place as he works on regaining the tempo they’d had going before their momentary intermission. Their foreheads bump together as a result of his gradually accelerating pace, noses brushing and Cupid’s bows smearing as he gasps and grunts against her stinging lips. “Yeah? D’you mean it, or are you just saying that because I saved your ass?”

“I mean it.”

“I’m gonna need a little more reassurance than that.” He remarks arrogantly, coasting his palms down to grasp onto her backside, his fingertips leaving indents that she knows he’ll admire later. He uses that grip to rock her up against his thrusts, his exhales stuttering as he feels her wet clit slam repeatedly against his sensitive pelvis. “Tell me I’m a good boyfriend.”

Y/N’s head falls back onto the feathered pillows below, her jaw hinging open in silent pleasure as he stretches her out just right, the head of his cock teasing a certain spot only he’s ever been able to reach. “You’re such a good boyfriend, H.”

He grits his teeth as his balls slap against the curve of her ass, his spine shuddering as she drags her nails down his back without any remorse, leaving angry red scratches littered across its expanse. She suddenly tugs him closer harshly, and he just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of her, using his elbows to keep his stance intact. But when she licks at the beads of water spilling down his bobbing throat, the sound that rips from his chest in nearly enough to topple him all over again. “Christ, you’re fucking unbelievable. You’re so good at taking it, and giving it, and just— you’re just so fucking perfect, sweetheart. Can’t ever get enough of you.”

“Can’t ever get enough of giving you what you want.” She mumbles in a dreamy daze, her lips hot and sticky against his Adam’s Apple, and the warmth of her is nearly enough to drive him mad. She eyes him malleably, her gaze cloudy and electric all at once. “Just tell me, Harry. Tell me what you want.”

He props his chin atop the crown of her head and puffs his inhales out roughly through his nose, his stride sloppy and unforgiving as she clings to his waist shamelessly and cries his name over and over into the charged atmosphere of his bedroom. A drunken, open-mouthed grin buckles the tiny pits in his cheeks as the image of his headboard begins blurring in and out of vision, tears of overwhelmed desire soaking into his heavy lashes and squeezing out of the corners of his eyes. When he speaks, he doesn’t even try to hide the tremble running along the undercurrent of his demand. “I want you to tell me I feel good.”

Y/N hiccups the sentiment in the form of a broken trill, sighing it against the curve of his jugular. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Tell me—fucking hell.” A sharp mewl interrupts his sentence as Y/N bites into a particularly soft spot below his ear, and he has to screw his eyes shut to regain his composure, his lungs throttling and nostrils flaring as he keeps himself from spilling early. His accent comes out deeper than before, gravelly and teetering on the edge of a growl. “Tell me you don’t want anyone else but me.”

“Fuck, I—” Y/N wriggles beneath him as his rhythm becomes more brutal and dominant, her thighs quaking around his hips as he relentlessly fucks her into the bed. “I don’t— I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“‘No one else but you, Daddy.’” Harry trails down and nudges her cheekbone with the tip of his nose symbolically, brows furrowing as his irises overflow with a murky shade of emerald green, much more haunting than their usual olive hue. “Say it.”

“No one else but you, Daddy.”

“Again. Louder.” He ducks to the side, taking the shell of her ear between his lips and speaking through clenched teeth, his cadence smooth and refined like the smoke from a fresh bonfire. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll be sobbing that sentence until your throat goes sore. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now: Again. Louder.”

[sapphosthoughtsandwritings]

if it’s not too much to ask please please please could you write more avengers x teen!reader? I adore the one with fear of the dark and was wondering if you could do something similar? Like either the avengers comforting the reader or just something with lots of hugs and cuddles? Thank you!! <3

Stage Fright - Avengers x anxious!teen!Reader

Summary: When your presentation for class goes terribly wrong, your team mates come to rescue you and take you home.

Warnings: depictions of anxiety, panic attack, a few cuss words

Type: angst, ends with fluff

Word Count: ~2.5k

A/N: MY FIRST REQUEST, very exciting!! I am so so glad you liked my work, and I hope you enjoy this one as well!! <3 I also have quite a few more ideas for teen!Reader fics, so this definitely won't be the last piece like this!

(Y/l/n) = your last name

(f/d) = favorite drink

You’d been dreading this day for weeks now. Clutching the straps of your backpack, you let out a deep sigh, walking up to the doors of your school. You didn’t like school to begin with, but the building seemed much more intimidating today. Making your way through the halls, you were grateful that you got to school early, you hated pushing through crowds of people.

“Hey, hey (Y/n)!”, a voice called from down the hall. You recognized it almost immediately. “Hi Peter, what’s up?”. You were happy to see him, maybe talking out your nervousness would help. “Oh, you know, just the same old stuff. Sure am tired though”. “Well, if you don’t sleep then you will be tired”. “Like you’re one to talk (Y/l/n)”. You only rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue at him, evoking a chuckle from him. “How about you? How are you doing?”. “Ugh, not great. I have to present that project today. Not particularly looking forward to it”, you huffed, looking down to the ground as your anxiety increased at the thought of presenting alone. “Hey, I’m sure you’ll do great. Most people don’t pay attention to presentations anyways”, he assured you. You popped your knuckles, still feeling just as nervous. You knew he was right, but that didn’t stop the fear surging through you. “Yeah, I know. I just don’t want to do it. Maybe if I wait long enough, there won’t be any class time left for me to present”, that was your hope, and your only plan to get out of this without panicking in front of the whole class. “Maybe, well regardless, I hope it goes well”, he offered you a sincere smile. “Yeah, I hope so too”. “Well, I should probably head to class, see you at lunch!”. “Right back at ya, Parker”, you waved gently to him as he disappeared down a hallway.

You made your way to your first class, deciding to read a bit before class started. Nothing you did eased the gnawing anxiety in the back of your mind though. Your first two classes were easy enough, but it was hard to focus, your mind racing with intrusive thoughts. ‘What if my voice gives out? What happens if I start crying in front of everyone? God, the whole school will hear about it. Everyone will stare at me, whisper about me every time I pass by them. I can’t do this, I just can’t’. By your third class, you’d bitten your nails down to blood, your lips suffering the same fate, cracked and split open. You almost considered skipping, but you’d worked hard on this project, you couldn’t let that go to waste. So, taking your seat in the back of the class, you tried breathing techniques, anything to help calm your senses. Your leg bounced so much, you swore the floor would give out under your foot.

The teacher turned out the lights, letting people present their projects voluntarily. You calmed the tiniest bit. If someone randomly kept volunteering to present, the class time was sure to run out before you even got the chance to stand up. Throughout the class, you were on edge, chanting silent prayers in your head. You weren’t very fortunate though, as everyone presented quickly, making it apparent that you were going to have to present no matter what. “Alright, who hasn’t gone up yet?”, your teacher called out, looking at her grading sheet. ‘Oh my god, please don’t see my name. Please tell me I don’t exist. Let me just disappear. I can’t do this’. “Oh! (Y/n) still hasn’t presented, come on over and I’ll pull up your project”, your teacher chirped.

Your heart pounded painfully hard in your chest, slowly standing up on jelly legs, keeping your gaze down as you walked to the whiteboard. You couldn’t possibly do this. You were going to die. Every mission you’d ever gone on seemed so miniscule in this moment, as you looked out to your peers. It was too dark to see most of their faces, which only made your situation worse. Your teacher pulled up the project on the projector, gesturing to you to start presenting, as she clicked her pen, ready to write down every mistake you made.

Letting out a jittery breath, you clasped your sweaty hands together and began talking. You were shaking so badly, it was like an earthquake had erupted inside of your body. You could feel the tears threatening to spill past your eyes, leaving a hard pain in your throat. Your chest hurt, and your breathing was becoming more erratic. But you had to finish, you had to get this over with. Just as you were on one of the last slides, a voice called from somewhere in the class, “Hey, pipsqueak! Speak up, would ya? We can’t hear you back here!”. The comment elicited a few snickers, which your teacher hushed quietly, but the damage was already done. The room was suddenly shrinking around you, as your chest tightened even further. You bit your lip, trying your best to compose yourself, attempting to push down your anxiety, but it only pushed back up more violently. “(Y/n)? You still have a few slides left”, your teacher said, but you didn’t hear her. Instead, your fight or flight instincts took over, and you raced out of the classroom, tears now breaking free, streaming down your face. You headed to the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in a stall, your whole world crumbling beneath you.

Leaning against the door, you slid down, breath caught in your throat, fighting to get out, but to no avail. Instinctively, you brought your knees up to your chest, clutching at the seams of your pants, letting out choked sobs and broken coughs. There was only one thing you could think of that might help you, and that was your teammates. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, continuing to shake violently, as you clicked the emergency contacts, thumb pressed to the first person, which just so happened to be Bucky. You lifted the phone to your ear, barely hearing the ring, despite your call volume being all the way up.

Bucky saw your name pop up on his phone, panic surging through him. You never called, it made you too anxious. He answered instantly, “(Y/n)? (Y/n), sweetheart, are you okay?”. His sudden panic mixed with your name caused both Steve and Sam to stand by him, all of them mentally preparing for an emergency. You wanted to reply, but all that came out was a squeak, as your fist collided with the tiled floor, your oxygen levels becoming more scarce by the second. Bucky put his phone on speaker, letting all three of them talk to you. “(Y/n), doll, you gotta breathe okay? Through your nose, count on your fingers”, Bucky stated, trying to keep his voice steady for you. “Yep, deep breaths (Y/n), you’ve got this. You’re gonna be okay”, Steve reassured you. After about 10 minutes of the three of them gently coaxing you out of your panic attack, you calmed slightly, leaving you crying quietly.

“We’re almost back at the compound, we’ll come and pick you up in about 20 minutes, okay?”, Steve said, giving no room for protests, although at this point you weren’t going to object. You wanted to go home. “Okay, I guess I should get back to class then”, you murmured, realizing that you’d probably been gone for over 15 minutes now. It was weird no one came to look for you, but you weren’t complaining. “If you aren’t ready to go back kid, that’s fine. We can stay on the call as long as you need”, Sam mentioned, his voice sounded beyond concerned. You had a bad habit of not taking care of yourself, especially in times of crisis. “No, I’ll be fine, gotta go back to get my stuff anyways”, you were dreading going back. The whole class would be focused on you for sure, not to mention the faux sympathy from your teacher, something that would surely cause another flood of tears. You just wanted to go unnoticed, for everyone to ignore your presence. “Alright, if you’re sure”. “I’m sure, I’ll see you guys soon”, you weren’t sure, but you had to convince them, you knew too well that they’d cause a scene at the school if things got worse. “Okay, stay safe sweetheart, we’ll be there as soon as possible”, Steve stated, before Bucky reluctantly hung up the phone.

Letting out a deep sigh, you pushed yourself up, groaning slightly as you forced your stiff body to move. You stepped out of the stall, silently thanking the universe for not letting anyone walk in during your breakdown. You looked to one of the mirrors, finding a disheveled figure staring back at you. You grabbed a paper towel, dampening it in the sink, and gently washing the dried tears off your face. You fixed your clothing and washed your hands, before making the godawful trip back to class. There was only 5 minutes left for the class, but that was more than enough time for shit to go wrong. You stood outside the door for a minute, taking a moment to compose yourself.

Turning the handle slowly, you eased your way past the door, the lights now on. Just as you expected, all eyes turned on you, but most turned away quickly, looking back to their friend or their phone. That lifted your nervousness a bit, as you started to head back to your desk, but your teacher had other plans, as she cleared her throat, motioning for you to go and talk to her. You cussed quietly to yourself, could this day get any worse? You dragged your feet over to her desk, biting your now scabbed lip. “So, your project was very good, therefore, I’m going to give you a 90, but I have to dock 10 points for your presentation”, she spoke quietly and sternly. Your face grew hot with her words, tears swelling in your eyes again. She was taking points off for something that you couldn’t control? It pissed you off to say the least. You only looked away from her desk, nodding slightly, knowing better than to open your mouth. “Alright then, you can go and pack up your things”. You walked quickly back to your desk, putting the few things you had taken out back into your backpack, before the bell rang for lunch. Dashing out of the class, you headed straight for the front of the school, more than ready for the day to be over. You’d email your 4th period teacher later on what work you missed out on. On your way, you made sure to text Peter, letting him know everything that happened, and that you wouldn’t be there for lunch.

You only had to wait for a few minutes, as Sam walked through the doors, spotting you quickly and walking over to you. “You alright kid?”. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, jus’ want this day to be done already”. He nodded, following you to the front office, signing everything to excuse you for the day. He kept a close eye on you the whole time, a protective hand placed on your shoulder. Stepping out of the building, he led you to the car where Bucky and Steve awaited. You got into the back seat, Sam sitting in the seat next to you.

“Hey doll, you feeling alright?”, Bucky quizzed, angling his body to look at you. “Yeah, ‘m glad you guys offered to pick me up though. Don’t really think I could’ve lasted another class”, you fidgeted with your hands, you knew your nerves wouldn’t calm for a while, but at least it was manageable now. “We’re always here for you, kid, no matter what”, Sam assured you, patting your shoulder softly. “Mhm, you can always come to us, even if we’re on a mission. Our job can always wait, your well being is more important than anything”, Steve added, looking briefly to you in the rearview mirror. “Thank you for that, you guys are the best”, you smiled bashfully. “No need to thank us, jus’ doing what’s right”, Bucky stated. “So, whatcha feel like doing when we get back?”, Sam asked. You thought for a moment, doing anything social sounded horrible at the moment, and the weighted blanket in your room was calling your name. “How ‘bout a pizza and movie night?”, you inquired, knowing they’d all like the idea, hell the whole team would probably join in. “Sounds good to me”, Steve mused, he always liked time for the team to bond. “Me too”. “Me as well, I’m starving dude”, Sam quipped, causing all of you to chuckle.

It didn’t take long to get back to the tower, all of you heading inside, you going to your room to set your stuff down and to change into something more comfy. After changing, you grabbed your weighted blanket, wrapping it around you, heading back down to the common room. Word must’ve spread fast, cause the whole team was gathered there, everyone sitting in a designated spot, except for Tony, who was currently ordering pizza over the phone. “Hey, there they are, rough day at school?”, Natasha asked, giving you a warm smile. “Yeah, not the greatest”, you huffed out a small laugh. “Well, in that case, you get to choose the first movie draga”, Pietro looked up at you from his spot on the floor. You hummed in response, before placing your decision on one of your favorite comfort movies. Clint started to look it up on the various streaming services, finding it almost instantly. “This one, right?”. You nodded happily, making your way over to sit between Steve and Wanda. “Hey, kiddo, you want a drink? And I’m guessing you want some extra garlic breadsticks too, right?”, Tony asked, holding his phone away from his mouth slightly. “Uhh, I’ll have a (f/d), and duh, of course I want garlic breadsticks”. “Yeah, what type of question is that?”, Pietro chimed in. Tony scoffed at him, rolling his eyes, but continued placing the order.

Wanda opened her arms next to you, allowing you to curl into her side as her arms wrapped softly around you. You stretched your legs out, Steve placed them on his lap, gently rubbing his thumb over your calf. Your nerves were finally winding down, as Clint pressed play on the movie. Wanda kept an arm wrapped around your back, her other hand resting gently on the side of your head, making sure to keep you close. The pizza arrived shortly after the movie had started, and you grabbed as much food as you wanted. You deserved it after the day you had. After the first movie finished, and the team voted on a new movie to watch, you felt yourself begin to drift off. You couldn’t have imagined a more perfect setting, comfort and warmth surrounding you. You didn’t make it far into the second movie before you fell asleep, listening to the sound of Wanda’s heart beating, the events from earlier that day flooding away, leaving you to sleep peacefully, knowing that you were safe and sound.

[lottiethroughthelookingglass]

15x20 Coda

Can’t believe it’s the year of our Lord 2020 and I’m writing Supernatural fix it fics at 3am.... This truly is the bad place. Anyway here’s what happened immediately after the credits rolled on whatever that was...

“Sam and Dean stood, arms around each other looking out towards the vista. Heaven. Their heaven. United again, after everythi-“

“-Is he for real?”

“That’s what was saved on my computer. Supernatural – Final Draft.”

“This is bullshit.”

Becky shrugged, taking her laptop back from Sam as his face twitched uncomfortably. 

“Who did I even marry? Like, it wasn’t even Eileen?”

“I don’t know man but you named your kid after me. I’m holding you to that one.”

“I don’t even want kids. Our lives are crazy. Why would I do that to a kid?”

“Well I’m just glad Chuck didn’t get to go ahead with that one.” Becky said, sitting back down with her laptop, “I mean all of his drafts were honestly terrible but that one… I mean it didn’t even make sense considering your character arcs. Dean literally died like he thought he would at the beginning of the series and Sam, grows old with a random woman and doesn’t do anything with his life and not even mentioning Cas even though he was right there in heaven-“

Becky looked up to find Sam and Dean staring at her.

“I’m sorry, not that you guys are just characters or anything. But just, when I came back and I found that I was really worried you’d actually died in barn because you fell on a nail.”

“Yeah well I will be avoiding all barns from now on.”

Thunk. The three of them looked up to where Cas had knocked over a Funko Pop Sam.

“Sorry,” Cas readjusted Funko Sam so he could go back to back to fighting Funko Crowley.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the group processed the revelation of Chuck’s ending. Becky sipped her tea as Cas sat back down next to Dean. Dean looked over to him, their eyes met briefly and they shared a small smile.

“Did I never even ask about Cas?” Sam shook his head breaking the silence. “Like, you come back from fighting Billie and say he’s dead and I just… never question it?”

“Well, none of you seemed very upset about my death in that story.” He turned back to Dean, “You were far more concerned with the pie and the dog.”

“To be fair that was probably the only thing that felt right there – pie is more important.”

Cas rolled his eyes and picked up another biscuit from the tray Becky had brought them. Ever since becoming human again he’d picked up a real sweet tooth. Dean was silently waiting for when Sam would start having a go at him too about healthy diets.

Like hell I’m going because of a rusty nail in a barn, Dean thought, I’m getting killed by a heart attack and Cas’s gonna die of diabetes. Sammy’ll still get to outlive us both though.

“It’d be nice to think Jack is doing that with heaven though.” Sam said, “You know, rebuilding things, making it actually good.”

“I guess we’ll have to see when we get there. Which will not be soon, we fought for a bit of peace and I’m intending to actually enjoy mine.”

“We can just ask him next time he’s home.” Cas added.

Dean shook his head stifling a laugh with his hand, “Can you imagine if we’d made him God I mean- He’s three for crying out loud. He made me buy him a Marvellous Marvin the Talking Teddy three months ago.”

“You bought him that?”

“Wait so Jack didn’t become God?”

“God no, no he’s not God.” Dean plucked the biscuit Cas had just picked up out of his hand and started to eat it, “I mean he is up in heaven, but he’s just helping Michael get things running again with all the angels back from the Empty.”

“I’m confused, so you didn’t kill Chuck?”

“Noash fukind matr-“

“Chuck’s gone, but he’s not dead.” Sam interrupted the garbled explanation Dean was trying to make through a mouthful of cookie. “We found a way to umm- bind him I guess? In his own mind so he didn’t even know it was happening. Rowena and I did the spell and Dean set the trap.”

“I was still as useless as in Chuck’s version.” Cas clarified taking another biscuit to make up for his stolen one.

“Hey, if you hadn’t saved me from Billie we’d all have been toast. You were key.”

“Wait so Chuck’s not human and he’s not dead?”

“No- God I can’t believe he made himself human. I can’t believe we made him human and then said that was a punishment – sorry, no he’s kind of in a uhhh…”

“Alternate universe.” Sam added, “but one just for him. It’s more like an alternative plane of reality inside his own mind where he can write whatever stories he wants and think they’re real but they’re not. They can’t hurt anyone.”

“But he’s God so…. They might be real? He could be making them real.”

Sam twisted his mouth thinking, it was something he’d considered but didn’t want to dwell on.

“Well it’s not us.” Dean declared, “And honestly, if he makes another world with other Sams and Deans and Cas’s and Jacks then they’ll defeat him some other way. Like Inception, but with God!” He grinned at his reference even as the rest of the room ignored him.

Becky leant back in her armchair letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you guys are ok. You too Cas, he was really adamant about killing you off.”

“Dean was very adamant about bringing me back.” Cas looked over to Dean, a soft smile and look of adoration of his face.

Dean blushed, trying to cover it up with a cough. “Yeah well, I had some stuff to say.”

Becky grinned, taking a sip of her tea as Sam suddenly started to find the wallpaper very interesting.

“So, what are you guys going to do know?” Becky asked after the moment had become sufficiently awkward. “I mean no Chuck, no apocalypse, no world to save. Are you going to keep hunting, or…?”

Sam, Dean and Cas looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” Sam said. 

“Honestly, I’m thinking Chuck had it right with the pie festival.”

Becky and Sam laughed at that.

Cas took another biscuit

***

Dean closed the boot of the Impala with a soft thud. Becky had given each of them one of her dioramas she sold on Etsy. It was always a bit weird being reminded that their life was a story that some people liked to collect stuff from for fun but he had to admit the miniature scale replica of Baby she’d given him was awesome.

Sam stood at the door giving Becky a hug and thanking her for the lunch. She hadn’t quite explained to the rest of the family who these three strange large men were that were randomly joining them for lunch beyond “They’re just some Supernatural fans I know from the internet.” Her husband had spent the entire time struggling to believe that lie even moreso after Cas had slightly traumatised one of the kids with an in-depth description of the dangers of invasive wasps to honey bee colonies.

Dean wandered over to where Cas stood beside Sam and Becky.

“Thanks again for checking on us Becky.” Dean said, accepting the hug she gave him.

“Of course, I always knew you’d beat him but it’s good to know for sure.”

“Sure is.” Dean took a step back, “Well I guess we’ll be seeing you?”

“Next Supernatural convention?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Even if there’s a ghost?”

“You do know we’re not the only hunters in America.” 

Becky bit her lip.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she paused, “it’s just, this is exactly how I would have written it.”

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, Dean brows knitted as Cas tilted his head.

“I don’t- not that you had to go through all that. Just that now you can actually take a break. Be normal, do your laundry-“

“-Sam and Dean have always done their laundry. That’s how they clean their clothes.” Cas piped up in confusion.

“-Be happy. Get to actually enjoy living in the world you saved. Have free will and be at peace.”

Dean chuckled, “I mean I’m personally good with never doing my laundry. But you’re right, it’s weird but good.”

“We’ll stay in touch Becky.” Sam said.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

They waved their goodbyes and walked back over to the Impala. Dean got in behind the wheel, Sam in shotgun and Cas in the back.

Turning the key the Impala revved to life. The radio began to sing, the opening chords to Kansas’s Carry on Wayward Song filling the car. 

Dean slammed the radio off.

“God, I think Chuck has forever ruined that song for me.”

Sam laughed, in the back Cas even let out a chuckle as he leant his head against the window ready for the long drive home.

It wasn’t their heaven. Not yet anyway. And that made it so much more.

[bbangsoonie]

backdoor

member: jaehyun (hyunjae) genre: fluff (requested) word count: 3,120 synopsis: jaehyun has always been your rival. so when he bets that he could make you fall for him, you can’t back down and say no. but when you’re too confident, you let your guard done.

backdoor: a term used in league of legends; when you secretly attack the enemy’s nexus while they’re focused elsewhere. this is done by sneaking into the enemy base and taking them by surprise

Lee Jaehyun was the cockiest and most annoying person you had ever met. You would think that growing up as childhood “friends” would make you two close. After all, your parents were best friends with his parents.

But no, you and Jaehyun had been rivals ever since you were both enrolled into a tennis club as young children. You always had the upper hand until he suddenly hit puberty and became a lot more physically fit than you. Once he started beating you in nearly every match, he became your #1 enemy.

He had always been super competitive and made everything into a contest. Who could run to the car faster? Who could receive a higher score on the exam? Who could make the other lose their temper first?

With high school came his sudden increase in popularity. It inflamed his ego to the max, which irked you to no end.

Every Valentine’s Day, he would brag about all the gifts and confessions he received. And every White Day, he would compare the numbers to yours.

He was loved by the girls for being a casanova and admired by the guys for his athleticism and gaming skills.

You, on the other hand, could not comprehend why the entire school was infatuated with him. You had your eyes on someone else. Kim Sunwoo. He had caught your attention since the first day of freshman year. Now, as a senior, you were about to graduate without ever making a move.

You were too shy to approach him. You couldn’t even find a common interest to naturally bring up and talk about. All he ever did was make music and play League of Legends.

So you found Jacob during lunch and practically begged him to teach you how to play the game.

“Please please please?” you whined.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t,” Jacob said apologetically. “I have basketball practice every day. Besides, I haven’t played in almost half a year. I’m rusty.”

“I just need you to teach me the basics!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Sighing, you gave up and slumped in your seat. You poked at the food in front of you with a pout.

“Did I just hear the Y/n ask Jacob to teach her how to play League?” Jaehyun suddenly popped out of nowhere.

“Fuck off,” you rolled your eyes at him as you set your chopsticks down.

“You know, I’m the highest ranked player in our school,” he said smugly. You wanted nothing but to wipe that look off his face.

You ignored him and took a sip of your water. Jacob awkwardly glanced between you and Jaehyun as he tightly held onto his spoon. He could sense another argument coming.

“I can teach you if you want,” Jaehyun offered.

“I don’t want,” you coldly rejected.

“Of course you don’t,” he scoffed. “You’re too afraid to spend time with me because you might realize that you actually like me.”

“Oh please. There are a few things in this world that will never change. The sun rising from the east, the sun setting in the west, and my hatred for you,” you said.

“Well if you hate me that much, then let’s make a bet out of it. The first one to fall for the other’s seducing loses,” he smirked.

Still stuck in the middle, Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You don’t have to accept the challenge if you’re not confident,” Jaehyun shrugged, making you narrow your eyes at him.

A list of pros and cons was being made in your head as you contemplated the crazy suggestion. The logical part of your mind wanted nothing to do with him. You knew that stooping down to his level was childish. You had much better things to do than go along with his bet.

The competitive part of you, however, couldn’t bear to back down. You would have to deal with him flaunting over you and calling you a coward if you didn’t agree to this.

So you disregarded all rationale and crossed your arms with a curt “deal”.

The walk to school the next day was full of complaints as you whined about falling for Jaehyun’s trick and Kevin chided you for it.

“I don’t know why you thought it would be a good idea,” Kevin tsk-ed. “He makes your blood boil within seconds. How are you going to hold back from tearing him apart? Never mind flirt with him.”

“I’m already regretting it,” you groaned.

“Speaking of the devil,” Jacob coughed, nudging you.

You looked up to see Jaehyun waiting by the school gates. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and every girl who passed by whispered to their friend about it. To everyone’s shock, he walked up to you and handed you the flowers.

“So it starts now?” you stared at the roses. “You call this seducing?”

“I call this romantic,” he grinned.

Rolling your eyes, you handed Kevin the bouquet and walked away. He awkwardly chased after you as Jacob offered Jaehyun a pat on the shoulder.

“She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they’re cliché,” he said before leaving.

When the dismissal bell rang, Jaehyun was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Hushed whispers erupted again as your classmates tried to figure out why he was being so affectionate to you. It was no secret that you two never got along.

After gathering your belongings, you grabbed your backpack and left without sparing him another glance. Unfazed, he easily caught up to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

“What? Are you wavering already?” he teased.

“Not a chance,” you scoffed.

“As a part of the bet, I can teach you how to play League. That’s what you wanted anyway. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”

You ignored all the incredulous looks you received with Jaehyun by your side as you left the school grounds. You didn’t realize that you weren’t headed home until you stopped in front of a PC Room. Puzzled, you stared at the building in front of you.

“I promised that I’d teach you. Our first lesson starts today,” he said as he dragged you inside.

Your brain was bombarded with a whole new world. You struggled to keep up as he rambled on about bots and gold. He was showing you a demonstration by playing a round but your inability to multitask made it difficult to understand what was going on on the screen.

“My main is Jace and I usually go jungle,” he explained and you pretended to understand by nodding. At your silence, he eyed your expression and chuckled.

“So is Sunwoo the reason why you’re suddenly interested in League?” he asked, catching you off guard.

“How did you know?” you gaped.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice your little crush on him?” he raised a brow.

You were taken aback to say the least. You didn’t think he paid much attention to you other than when he was bored and wanted to mess around.

“Anyway, he usually goes mid as Zed,” he shrugged. “To be honest, the best way for you to bond with him through the game is for him to play ADC and for you to be support.”

“As if I know what all that means,” you frowned.

At that moment, his character died and the screen went gray. You snickered, earning a light flick on your forehead.

“ADC stands for attack damage carry. It’s the champion who usually does the most attacking. They go in the bottom lane with whoever’s playing support. Supports are supposed to aid and heal the ADC. So you would follow and communicate with them.”

“Sounds complicated,” your nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Sounds fun,” he corrected before turning back to the computer.

The next day, Jaehyun surprised you with a small potted plant in front of the gates.

“Since you don’t like roses, I got you a succulent instead,” he said proudly.

Next to you, Kevin giggled and Jacob let out a soft “aww”. Slightly touched yet also slightly embarrassed, you took it from him in a hurry and stormed off.

“You’re slowly getting there,” Jacob laughed as Kevin shot him a thumbs up.

Smiling, Jaehyun watched as they ran to catch up with you. He heard you yell at them after what was probably a teasing remark. You then began to chase Kevin, who ran away shrieking.

After two weeks of spending hours at the PC Room after school, you were starting to get a hang of the game. You found Teemo, who you insisted was a dog (he’s actually a rodent), and gushed over how cute he is.

Jaehyun made fun of your champion choice and shook his head as he explained that Teemo was the most hated character.

“Why? He’s adorable!” you defended. “And I love the little eggs he plants.”

“For the nth time, those are mushrooms! Not eggs,” he exclaimed. “And that’s exactly why everyone hates him. He’s so annoying.”

“You’re annoying,” you shot back.

“Well, Teemo’s not an option right now,” he pointed out.

He was teaching you how to play Howling Abyss that day. And playing ARAM meant your champion would be randomly given.

“Oh! The cute cat is available,” you excitedly clicked.

“That’s Yuumi and that’s actually not a bad choice,” he nodded in approval. “You just have to attach onto me and heal me.”

You hated to admit that you had grown closer with Jaehyun. Only a couple of weeks had passed by since the bet and you didn’t completely despise him anymore.

He gifted you something small each morning, whether it was a plant or piece of bread. He was always waiting for you at the gates. Dating rumors were already circulating the school but you hadn’t forgotten about the bet. You were determined to win it.

Which was why you began to wake up earlier to put on makeup and even complimented him during games. It was easy to make him smile. All you needed to do was throw a lame joke in here and there and he would burst out in laughter.

It was almost suspiciously easy. He was too willing to respond to your advances and never put up a wall.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t get on your nerves. His antics still bothered you to no end.

On the way home, he insisted on feeding you ice cream instead of having you hold it yourself. Except he kept pulling the spoon back when you opened your mouth to eat it.

The first time, you gave him a dirty look. The second time, you punched his arm. The third time, you gave him the finger and walked off after a “fuck you”.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he laughed.

Once again, you were reminded of how immature he was.

“So has there been any progress?” Kevin asked.

It was gym period and all the students were running around in the field. Jacob was playing volleyball with Jaehyun while you and Kevin were sitting on the sidelines.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“It would be the best enemies-to-lovers trope if you two actually end up dating like this,” he commented.

“Never,” you snorted in disbelief.

You had seen Jaehyun ever since he was a snotty little kid. Even back then, he was a mischievous brat. There was no way you could ever see him as anything but that.

The teacher blew his whistle, signaling the end of gym class. You got up, dusted your pants, and skipped down the steps. Unfortunately, you landed wrong and felt a sharp pain in your ankle as you fell down.

After Kevin shouted your name, Jaehyun turned his head to see you on the ground. Without thinking twice, he ran towards you and asked if you were okay. When you couldn’t reply, he put you on his back with Kevin’s help and sprinted to the nurse’s office.

Your heart was beating fast but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. Was it because of the pain? Or all the attention you were receiving from your classmates?

By the time you reached the office, your ankle was throbbing and swelling up. The nurse was nowhere to be seen so Jaehyun retrieved an ice pack himself and wrapped a towel around it before applying it.

You were sitting on a cot while he was bent down to tend to your wound. His forehead was wrinkled with worry and you stared at him. This was the first time he had ever treated you with such gentleness.

“I don’t think you broke anything but it’s definitely gonna hurt for at least a week,” he winced in vicarious pain.

You suddenly didn’t know how to act around him. You weren’t used to receiving sympathy from him.

“Uh that’s okay,” you coughed to cover up the awkwardness. You’d rather have him make fun of you for being clumsy. But instead, he seemed genuinely concerned for you.

“You should’ve been more careful,” he scolded.

There was something about the way he looked at you. His eyes were no longer playful but you couldn’t figure out what emotions hid behind those eyes.

Those eyes. His eyes clouded your mind. For some reason, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You found yourself avoiding him as you struggled to organize your thoughts. Or rather, your feelings.

Wanting to distract yourself, you decided to finally talk to Sunwoo. Surely, spending time with him would help you forget about Jaehyun.

So you mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. To your surprise, he happily agreed and suggested that you watch a movie together. There was a new romcom film that came out and that he had been wanting to watch.

The date wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. Sunwoo’s goofiness offset any nervousness and it was fun to be around him. But yet, it also wasn’t as heart fluttering as you thought it would be.

Perhaps you had idealized him too much in your imagination. Your romantic feelings for him dissipated and you saw him as a good friend. Luckily, he felt the same.

However, word about your date had already spread by the time you got to school on Monday. It had reached Jaehyun’s ears and his expression hardened when he saw you laughing with Sunwoo at lunch.

He knew what the ugly feeling in his stomach was. And he wasn’t happy about it. So he reacted in the only way he knew. By clinging to your side and pestering you.

He spent the whole day messing up your hair and being sarcastic. Eventually, you finally snapped and told him to piss off.

“I’ll consider it if you can beat me in tennis today,” he said.

You crossed your arms, wondering what was going on in his head. You hadn’t been able to defeat him since middle school.

“If you can get a single ball past me, I’ll leave you alone,” he proposed. With a huff, you reluctantly agreed. It would be faster to just get it over with.

That was how you two ended up at a tennis court after school. He never went easy on you but he was going especially hard that day. He gave you no breaks and flung the ball back at you with what felt like all his strength. Ball after ball flew past you as he grabbed another one to start again.

“What the hell, Lee Jaehyun?” you yelled across the court. “Why the fuck are you so aggressive today?”

“Are you giving up?” he taunted while bouncing the ball.

“Oh hell no,” you grumbled as you got in position.

Another half an hour passed by with him beating you again and again. You were drenched in sweat and starting to feel sore. But you refused to give him the pleasure of watching you admit defeat.

So you kept going until the ball accidentally hit your shoulder. The amount of force he put into that backhand made you yelp in pain as you dropped the racket.

Startled, Jaehyun ran over to make sure you were okay.

“You just can’t bear to see me win once, can you?” you glared as you shoved his hand away. “You turn everything into a competition and act like you’re superior over me.”

“I-I didn’t mean to do that,” his brows furrowed in guilt.

“Didn’t mean to do what? Make my childhood a living hell by ruining my favorite sport? Use my crush on Sunwoo to trick me into another stupid bet? Confuse me into thinking that you might actually not hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you so clingy?”

“Because I like you!”

His words brought upon silence. The tension in the air was thick as you both stared at each other.

“You’re so dense,” he sighed. “I wanted your attention, okay? But back then, I was a kid and didn’t know how to stay by your side without annoying the hell out of you. And then I didn’t know how to transition out of that.”

He fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt and took a deep breath before continuing.

“This stupid bet was supposed to change our relationship. I was supposed to show you that I’m not as bad as you think I am. That I’m a guy too. That I’ve been in love with you for a whole decade now.”

To say you were surprised would be a massive understatement. All your life, you had been sure that Jaehyun’s purpose in life was to irritate you. So when your heart began to skip around him, you cursed yourself for giving into the hormones that made you see him in a different light. You never thought that the feelings would be reciprocated.

“You don’t feel the same way? At all?” he carefully asked.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You couldn’t find the right words to answer his question.

“You’re not saying no,” the corners of his lips curved up.

He took a step closer to you and held your cheeks. You felt your heart race at the proximity and froze.

“For confirmation?” his lips ghosted over yours. You barely managed to nod slightly before he closed the gap between you two.

As cheesy as it sounded, you felt sparks fly the moment you had your first kiss. By the time he pulled away, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“So I guess that means I won the bet before it even began,” you joked, making him laugh.

“Yes, yes you did,” he smiled as he hugged you.

[stormblessed95]

What do you think of this Jimin vlive? https://m.vlive.tv/post/0-18231744 I mean that jikook theory that JK interrupted Jin’s voice at some point? Do you think it was a prank that JK and JM were participating together to trick army or something like how they did during Jin’s b-day vlive?

Hello!!

Here is the original vlive:

It was 200330. Jimin spent the first half just giggling with ARMY, eating food and talking with us. An ARMY requested that he call the other members to say hello. Jimin seemed to have texted them first before his meal. And afterwards said that he might not call them because it didn't seem like he received an answer from anyone. Eventually he calls Jin anyway. This starts about 35 minutes into the vlive.

Also can we talk about how BTS are the only men who will ever get me to sit and watch them freaking eat and smile about it for 30 minutes? What kinda sorcery have they pulled over me?!

Jin answered the phone and seemed VERY sleepy when he did and said hello. Jimin tries to do a little pretend play, asking to confirm his identity and acting like he is trying to sell him a cleaning service. Lol Jin declines. Then Jimin asks him to say hello to ARMYs. Silence. He gets confused and asks hello twice, Jin pops back in with another hello. Jimin goes "ohhh you suddenly stopped talking." He tells him his on vlive hyung. And then you get from the phone another "hello" and the voice is noticeably different than before and much more awake and clear. Jimin looks STARTLED as soon as he hears that Hi. Visibly surprised and yet quickly plays it off.

This new voice says "I'm Jin." (Uhh we knew that already? 👀) Jimin giggles and just says that ARMY wanted him to call the other members. Jimin basically asks what he is up to, says he called you thinking he would be the most likely to pick up (Jin DID answer). "Jin" answers that he is just lying on the bed. Jimin then replies, "but you should be here soon." "Jin" asks why, Jimin flustered replies to check the schedule list.

They giggle and tease back and forth about "forgetting" and saying no no, I'm actually right here in front of the building. They joke and tease. Jimin says they should meet in an hour, don't forget. (Jimin did say at the beginning, he had to leave by 3:10 and only had an hour to meet with ARMYs.) "Jin" then says they should eat, Jimin says no, he just ate. They go back and forth about that for awhile. Before it ends with "Jin" randomly saying "I love you, Jimin-ah" and flustering the hell outta Jimin before he says i love you too and they hang up.

Jimin continues the Vlive after that for a bit. He reassures ARMY that he is very full and couldn't eat anymore. (Assuming to comments saying they wouldn't mind watching him eat again lol.) He suggests calling V, saying that if he texts back he will call him. Says that Namjoon is doing things at the office, but isn't sure about anyone else. He suggests Lauv's new song for a recommendation. And then Tae replies.. He does end up calling Tae around the 42 minute mark. They talk for a bit, mostly about how Tae is currently gaming with ARMYs. He ends the call reminded him that he has to be there soon. Tae said he would show up without a shower 😂 they hang up after saying they will do a vmin live together soon 😅 (we are obviously still waiting Vmin!!) The last 15 minutes include a small fashion show, more music recs and then another Vmin phone call where Tae pretended to be a telemarketer. Lol

Soooo now let's talk about the Jin phone call. Let me start by saying even ARMY translation accounts that aren't shippers at all got confused momentarily and were convinced that was Jungkook on the phone halfway through when they switched. And yes, I also totally hear Jungkook's voice. You can definitely tell the difference. No, I don't think it was a Jikook prank on ARMY. Jimin was NOT in on that switch up. He was surprised. Lol it felt like JK heard Jin on the phone, joined him and then when Jin disappeared briefly, probably JK trying to get the phone. He wins and says hello. And then proceeds to basically just flirt with Jimin for the rest of the phone call. Ending it with an I love You and total drop of honorifics. You can see very different reactions from Jimin with the first half of the Jin call compared to when JK took over and it looked like he was fighting a blush the whole time. And also compared to his calls with Tae, giggly through them all, affected by only one though.

I don't even think this is simply a jikook theory, non shipper ARMY also thought it was JK until it got dropped and never spoken about again because Tkkrs tried to start shit over it, "ship wars" and simply the way that the fandom ignores KM moments. But that WAS Jungkook. JinKook were probably hanging out before whatever team meeting they were going to have, Jin was maybe napping. Jin answered, JK heard it was Jimin on vlive and wanted in I guess. 100% just seemed like an excuse to flirt though in my opinion.

Thanks for the ask! These are simply, my opinions of course. Feel free to disagree. Hope this helped though!

[vannybarber]

The Prenup: Part Three

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two

After Chris' little sob moment, he got his shit together and went back to where his family was. There was no way he was going to get you back crying like a baby when he was at fault. He needed to fix this, but you had to be on board in order first

He sits back on the couch, his mother and siblings not even realizing he entered the room, for they were having their own squabble. Scott's voice being the loudest out of everyone of course.

He sees his phone and goes to grab it. Carly notices him and speaks up.

"Chris is there anywhere you think she could be? Any place you guys have gone that's sentimental or something?" She's trying her best, but it wasn't enough. For all Chris knew, you could've been in numerous places. Everywhere you went was special.

When you both aren't working, you're on an adventure after another. You both loved to explore and were the perfect partners for each other to do it. You guys had traveled everywhere.

"I have no idea. I really fucked up and I don't even know where to begin to fix this" he breathes out, voice wavering gradually at every word. "Why do I always do this?"

It's Lisa's turn to speak up. "Do what?"

"Why do I always sabotage everything good in my life? Specifically love. It's like whenever it gets too good to be true, I back away. This time, I decided to wait four years to mess this up."

"Chris," Shanna calls. "You have a good woman." She pauses. "A great woman. She has put up with your shit and gave up so much to be with you. That's exactly what you wanted. Someone to really prove their love for you and she did that. You cannot go back on that now."

"Look how that's going." Scott doesn't fail to add a snarky remark.

"Scott I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it." Lisa barks and pops the back of his head. Scott goes silent.

"Okay but what if I messed up for good this time?" He looks up and straight at Shanna. "I have never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has ever hurt her this bad before." And he was right. You'd never experienced this much emotional pain before and the love of your life is to blame.

"Well you don't know that unless you find out. You can't just sit around here and feel sorry for yourself because believe it or not, you have no reason to." Shanna is completely right. Now it was up to Chris. But first he needed to figure out where you were.

He grabs his phone and goes to your contact. He finds you and clicks. All your info pops up and he debates on whether he should call or message. As he's deciding, his eyes wander lower to the location box. He sees your icon on the map.

His mouth opens, but nothing leaves it. Your location was on. It had been on the entire freaking time.

"Chris what's wrong?" Lisa walks over and the kids perk up.

"Y/N's location has been on all this time. I can see where she is now!" He clicks your icon and waits for it to load. A little hope has risen inside of him. One step closer.

"Well this is good. Now you can go to her. I just hope she doesn't want to kill you when she sees you." Shanna scratches the back of her neck because she knows what you're capable of.

Last year, your sister's boyfriend was messing around with your cousin's girlfriend and it got exposed at the dinner table infront of everyone.

Chris and his family had been invited and everything was going great. But then one of your other cousins decided to start some mess and pointed out how it was so strange that they were so close and always hung out together. They weren't wrong either.

Turns out they've been hooking up behind their backs for a while and all hell broke loose. Your sister and cousin are both very sensitive people. Their feelings get hurt fast and this absolutely tore them to pieces. That pissed you off and you went straight for the girlfriend. Then you went for the boyfriend but only got a kick to the spleen before Chris snatched you up.

She went to the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The boyfriend had pain in his spleen for weeks on end. You apologized to the Evans' for your riveting hospitality, but Scott backed you up and stated that 'you did what you had to do'.

From that day forward, they did not get on your bad side. But you'd never hurt them. You had a great relationship with all of them. Something rare with in-laws. But not the Evans'.

Your location finally loaded and you were pinned at the Liberty, almost an hour from where you guys lived. Chris didn't even need to ask himself why you were so far away. He knew why.

"Okay I found her. She's at a hotel about about an hour away. Who knows what she'll do next, so I need to go right now." He moves to get his jacket and shoes. Slipping them on he grabs his keys and heads out the door, yelling an 'I'll be back soon' just before closing it.

Pregnant, tired, once again and alone. This should not be the case. You should be at home with your fianceé discussing how you'd break the news to your families about your new addition. But instead, there you are eating Domino's and binge watching the first and only season of a new show you found to get your mind off of things.

Its about a district attorney who's son had been found as a suspect for the murder of his schoolmate. What didn't help was the fact that the father, Andy Barber, looked almost identical to Chris. And the way Andy would interact with his son had you thinking about how he would react to your little surprise.

Would he be happy? Would it be too much for him? Seeing that you guys had just now got engaged after 4 years, you didn't see him too excited to add a baby in just yet. You hadn't even gotten married. Not to mention you just pushed that off the table.

You got your mind racing again, so you turned off the show and just sat quietly, succumbing to your thoughts. First, you guys needed to solve your problem before you tell him anything of the current events. Should you call him and tell him to come over? How were you gonna approach him?

Staying mad was off the table as soon as you saw the pregnancy results. You had to be mature for your new family. That meant pushing aside your anger and solving this prenup issue. Then you'd tell him about the baby. You just needed the chance.

And your chance had arrived when Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel. Your icon was still at the location. He rushed to get out and inside, heading to the front desk.

"Hi! Is a Y/N Y/LN checked in here?" His fingers tap the counter in anticipation. The clerk is taken aback but checks the computer infront of him anyway.

"Uh, no sir there isn't anyone here by that name." The clerk shook his head and looked back up at him. Chris sighs and thinks. An idea comes to his head. It doesn't sound reasonable, but he had to at least try it.

"Okay um..how about a Y/N Evans?" The clerk looks back at the computer and types.

"Yes! There's a Y/N Evans in room 263 on the 3rd floor." Chris' heart leaped. You used his last name. After all that went down, you still went by his last name. He was gaining hope by the minute.

"She's my fianceé. Is there a way I could have a key to her room? It's super important" he begged.

"Well we're not allowed to give room keys out randomly. It's policy. But I could call up to confirm with Ms. Evans, if you'd like?" Chris accepted the offer, but not before correctly the clerk to calling you Mrs. Evans.

You jump slightly when you hear the phone ring. You stretch your arm and pick it up from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs Evans! I have a-"

There was a pause before he continued,

"Mr. Evans down here at the lobby that wants to see you. Should I send him up?"

You swear in that exact moment all the saliva in your mouth dried up and your mouth was sealed shut. He had found you and and wanted to see you. But how? Anyways, you had to face him sooner or later. You freaking live together and you can't stay at that hotel forever.

"Mrs. Evans? Are you alright?" You snap out of your immobile state and clear your throat.

"Um..yes. You can send him up." You scold yourself for not putting up a bigger fight. But what for? It would only make shit worse than it already was.

"Alright ma'am. He'll be up shortly."

"Okay thank you." You quickly slam the phone on the receiver and let your body hit the mattress. Well, there's no turning back now.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but it couldn't have been long because you heard a knock at the door. You shoot up and stare at it.

Another knock.

"Y/N?"

You move your body towards the door taking a deep breath. You can do this Y/N. Get it together. This is Chris for goodness sake.

You turn the knob and pull the door back, Chris coming into view staring right back at you.

"Hi baby."

pls- this dramatic ass ending 😭 this was gonna be the last part, but dialogue/ just kept coming at me as I was writing 🥴.

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[redorich]

Oh, Iove the reverse!Hermit Au! (That's what I've been calling it in my head anyways, don't mind me) I love the concept of them reclaiming L'hole and just slowly turning it into something beautiful. I wonder, in this Au are the hermits stuck on the dream smp (yes, please, that would be so cool!! Them trying to find a way back to their own world could be a whole story in and off itself) or do they just randomly pop into the world because they can? And if it's multiple hermits (If it's all the hermits) then how long until the crater can't hold them anymore, until they spill out like a more benevolent version of the blood vines? How long until they follow their namesake instinct and split off? Just, the idea of Dream smp members travelling really far out to find a mansion or something the like and suddenly they come across these monumental builts that are now just there. Imagine the eariness of that, of finding something like 'just' Grians Mansion or Scars Village (not to speak of something the size of Cubs Pyramid or Keralis City!!) and having it be completely empty. (Except of course for the singular shadow in the corner of one eye. But that was gone so quickly, was that even real?)

Imagine the hermits doing their hermit thing, were they built huge farms and cart giant amounts of resources to and fro, and have impressive shops but now it's all underground, hidden somewhere! (And also they've replaced shulker boxes with mules, because I love mules, and the idea of mule highways is hilarious). Imagine someone stumbling in on that! No, like, please, imagine that. And... And possibly write your imagination down perhaps? Maybe? If you would like? That would be extremly pog.

(Bonus points if someone drops into like, a nuzzling day with multiple hermits shopping and haggling over prices)

-Fidget

The Hermits are, for the moment, stuck in this unfamiliar server due to an event called The Split, wherein the Hermits attempted to jump to a new world, but ended up stranded in the Dream SMP when everything went wrong. Why things went wrong, they don’t know yet. Their admin, Xisuma, was critically weakened by his efforts during The Split; he managed to keep everyone alive, so he doesn’t regret it, even if that means that he’s bedridden and magically weak.

The Hermits are unused to living together in such a small area: they are called Hermits for a reason, after all. From the very start, they spread out, digging into the walls just to get some space. The Hermit compound is massive. They’ve already started to spill out of the canyon, venturing above ground and hiding in the shadows as they collect resources. If they had the resources, they’d have all split up ages ago, but this server is dangerous and Xisuma is in a precarious state, so they put up with the crowding for the moment, until each and every one of them is equipped.

Even after the Hermits have acquired gear and supplies, it’s not enough. They still need to survey the land, create secretive Nether pathways, figure out what’s wrong with the End and how they can fix/exploit it, divvy up the resources, and choose who’s going to live with whom. After all, the Hermits have seen firsthand Dream’s death at their own traps. The people native to the Dream SMP are violent by nature. None of the Hermits are going to live alone in this world.

They have started construction outside of the canyon, though, so that when they’re ready to make their move they won’t be caught unawares. All of their builds are thousands of blocks away from civilization, and the only way to find them is through a single Nether portal which can be found in the second mark of the Upside Down. Grian, False, and Tango have set about recreating the Upside Down because while building it is a lot more difficult without elytra, having a base in the Nether will prove beneficial in the long run in a way that it wasn’t in Hermitcraft.

As far as the Hermits are aware, no one has come across their half-built, Brobdingnagian structures. They’re hollow and shadowy and that’s just the way the Hermits like it.

In the meantime, they’ll settle for their well-loved canyon and the anthill-like tunnels and chambers carved into its walls. The biggest chamber by far is a massive cavern which Scar has made to look like roots are holding all the dirt above their heads. (Meanwhile, Wels runs about placing torches while Scar builds, because Xisuma can’t overtax himself respawning Scar fifty times in a row just because the man’s builds always turn into unintentional mob farms.) This chamber becomes the shopping district, and it has an architectural vibe of a speakeasy or a black market-- a literal underground market. 

All their individual small bases are connected through tunnels-- and yes, instead of shulker boxes they have Bdubs breed them mules and turn the tunnels into a mule highway.

As a rule, they all carry splash potions of invisibility in their hotbars. Most of the Hermits don’t enjoy being perceived as scary, dangerous entities, but the mystery and fear surrounding their reputation keeps them safe. It’s entirely possible that someone’s strip mine will intersect their underground society, and they want people to be inclined to forget what they’ve seen and decide to mine in another direction, for their own safety.