#bless her stupid lil heart

[saltpixiefibercraft]

My littlest weaving assistant.

Not pictured: her nipping at my toes when I try to treadle, like the worlds pointiest game of whack a mole lolllll

[threepandas]

Bad End: Hidden Heir

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The Duke's family had very distinct eyes. It was genetic. An aggressively dominant trait at that, though it tended to die off, after a few generations out of the family. Supposedly a "blessing of the Gods". Spring to be exact. Bounty and luck. And the family certainly WAS bountiful.

In all the best and worst ways.

Wealth, corruption, children and bastards. It was a family so aggressively ALIVE, it could only be Spring's blessing that made them so. Pouring mania and madness into their veins like sweet sunlight. Whispering glory and riches, into power addled ears. They burst with life. Even as they endlessly destroyed themselves.

They were fictional.

Fascinating set dressings, for the stage play of someone else's story. Unimportant beyond their role in world building. As the origin story and power base of a character lead.

The Story ITSELF didn't even occur here. But rather, in the capital. Where the players of significance had gathered.

And I? Oh I was some minor antagonist, so insignificant to the plot, I genuinely could not remember which of seven different women I actually WAS. It had been an ongoing series. Otome Isekai. Reverse harem.

And I was either in the ORIGINAL original novel, the isekai'd plot novel, the anime adaption, OR a horrifying fever dream. My memory was largely useless. But? I did remember the characters. The archetypes.

And the fact, that the author had clearly been going though a Yandere phase.

My region of the Reverse Harem collect-o-thon? Horrifying! Red flags everywhere! No one here should date, leave room for fantasy Jesus, have we considered the joys of being a NUN? Yes. Yes I HAVE thought about it.

I was pretty sure I'd never make it. End up dead or captured by some sort of Nun Yandere. Or God Yandere. Possibly both. Assuming the bandit yanderes don't get me first. It... it was very stressful, living here.

Luckily? I knew when I could leave.

Or so I thought.

Because my house? The Dukedom? Had the "yandere butler who is secretly an heir." Who starts out with loyal dog behavior. A little highly possesive master and servant play. Then rises to become a Duke. Presumably? That is when I die. Or am disowned.

Death is most likely. Since my role was "minor antagonist" and I was to be mean to the sweet, earnest, Harem possessing Protagonist. Don't see WHY I would. Live and let live. Good for her etc etc. But regardless? Best to avoid, just in case.

The problem? Who do you think Mr Illegitimate Heir serves before she gets here? The OTHER possible heirs? Of course not! They'd "oops! Hunting accident~☆" him in a heart beat. Father isn't stupid. And my sisters? Issues. Violent, violent, issues.

He ends up with ME.

Father, WHY.

Obviously, I ignore him. I see nothing. I hear nothing. There is no war in Ba Sing Se. Mmmmm, tea. Good book. Ignore his creepy staring. His creepy, creepy staring.

Thankfully? I never really ran out of Totally Legitimate reasons to send him away to learn or do something. Proper tea making. Door maintenance. Eastern embroidery. Something, anything, and off you go! Bye bye~☆!

Unfortunately. He got faster. Better and better at learning. Mastering skills. Coming BACK. Showing up to stand in the corner, silent and looming, like an omen of death. Those damn eyes. The fucking family eyes!

I don't have them. And NOT as, my Father would have me believe, because I "take after my Mother". But because I am not genetically related to the Duke. I have GOLD eyes. When I wear the right shade of green? I pass. So I am condemned to forever wear green. Don't even really like it much. But?

I am pretty damn sure? I was just... pretty.

A lovely, orphaned, golden eyed child that COULD pass as his. So why not? It was a whim that payed off. Unlike in the original stories, I imagine. Since I am by FAR the best behaved child in this entire house. Ha! Suck it, bio-kids, the adopted one's the favorite! Maybe should have been less lil bitchs.

....I carefully do not say.

Those are INSIDE thoughts.

Fuck. He's still LOOMING. Isn't he? Go awaaaaaay. Where is Protag-chan? Come be doe eyed and busty! Trip adorably! Go "kyaaa~" or something! I feel body heat and freeze. He's leaning over my shoulder to pick up the teapot, pour me another cup. I can FEEL the barest graze of his knuckles against my back, from where he's gripped my chair. The smell of his aftershave almost hauntingly pleasant.

Like he KNEW exactly what smells I liked most. Went out of his way to find one that best suited my preference. Coincidence. Please, PLEASE be a coincidence! I do not turn my head. Keep my eyes locked straight ahead. Barely breathing.

He steps back.

The new pot is sharp and herbal. Almost bitter. I force myself to drink. Can't see a sugar dish, and REFUSE to turn around and ask for one. Ignore. IGNORE. My pounding heart calms. My muscles slowly start to relax.

It... it IS weird, though, now that I think about it? That Protag-chan hasn't reached the Dukedom yet. She should have. God only knows I sent Creepy to the capital enough times, with enough highly specific instructions, that he should've had his meet cute's and dates by the dozen. Been half way in love. So... why...?

Huh.

Dizzy.

The taste of tea sits wrong on my tounge. I stop drinking as the world sways. Letting the cup fall from my hand. Splatter, roll, and shatter. I try desperately to stand. A gentle gloved hand catches my elbow, supporting me. I turn. Giddy eyes. Triumphant, wide, spring green eyes. Too green to be gold, too gold to be green.

An almost cruel, mocking, yet loving grin.

Another hand slides around my waist, braces me against his side. Gleeful little murmurs, too pleased to be reassuring. You. You did this! You DRUGGED ME!

I can barely move, body relaxing against my command, going limp, as he draws me close. Presses his face against the side of my head, against my temple. A deep, shuddering breathe, that he savors like wine. I try to pull free but can not. Feel his lips pull into a vicious grin against my skin. Hands begin to run in gentle, claiming, exploration.

And at last the drugs kick in... the wo..rld..

G..oes..

Dar..k........

[skzstannie]

“What about Ben?”

SKZ-> ot8 x 9th member fem! reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort wc: ~4,800 cw: reader has a panic attack and depression, Ben is ur lil bro

summary: your mom isn’t happy about your absence at your brother’s birthday party, but she takes her anger a step too far this time

A/N: Happy New Year everyone! I hope everyone has a blessed 2024! Part 2s for both the Felix and the Han fic are underway, so send me an ask if you’d like to be added to the tag list for either of them!

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"Mom, you know I can't just up and leave! What are you expecting me to do?"

You find yourself having the same conversation with your parents time and time again- they want you to come home, you can't come home, then they give you the silent treatment for a period of time until they want you to come home for something else.

It's mentally exhausting, having to deal with their constant negative remarks towards you job. You only do it for your little brother; him growing up without you is not in the cards for you. In fact, that's what this argument you're having with your mom is about this time.

"I expect you to put your family first for once in your life!" your mother yells back. You flinch, pulling the phone away from your ear.

"Mom, you know I wouldn't miss Ben's birthday unless I absolutely have to. I want to be there for him, I really do!" your words do little to convince her as she already has her mind made up about the type of person you are.

"This has happened one too many times. Missing the occasional family gathering is one thing, but it’s your brother's birthday." Her disgust easily wafts through the speaker of your phone, and you bite your lip to keep from absolutely lashing out at her.

Your parents were never understanding of your job. They always expected you to just pack up your bags and fly home for the smallest of things.

Your baby cousin said her first words? "Why aren't you here?"

Your little brother lost another tooth? "Why would you want to miss this important milestone?"

Your grandma got a new dog? "What kind of heartless person denies their grandparents?"

Over and over, you've been criticized for your job. You give them the same explanation each time, as it's the truth.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I want to be there; I really really do. It's just that-"

"Always with the excuses. Ya know what? I'm tired of the excuses," she pauses and your breath hitches in your throat.

"Ma?" your voice is choked up, and you find your lip wobbling from where it's pulled between your mouth.

Your mother sighs, her disappointment evident. "We're done with the excuses, Y/N. If you can't be here for us, I don't think this is going to work out."

You swear your heart stops upon hearing her words. "What do you mean?" the laugh you let out is far from humorous. It's desperate. "How could it not work out? I'm your daughter, there's nothing to work out. You're supposed to love me and care for me, unconditionally."

"You've crossed the line too many times. Don't try to spin this around and make me the bad guy. This is completely your fault, you and those stupid boys."

Your parents could talk trash about you all they want, but you never let them get away with saying stuff about your boys. "You can belittle me, argue with me, call me every name in your book, but I will not let you talk about the guys like that. They're my family, too," your almost able to catch yourself, but you realize your mistake far too late.

"Oh, yea? Well, if those guys are your family, why not spend the rest of your time with them, too. It’s not like you weren’t already planning to anyway. Spend your holidays with them, your birthdays with them. He’ll, what do you even need us for?”

Tears well in your eyes, a mix of anger and fear swelling deep in your gut. "Mom, you know that's not what I meant." You’re completely choked up, your words coming out just above a whisper in volume.

You've had fights, but they never go as far as this. Usually, your mom would've hung up by now, leaving you with nothing but radio silence for months on end.

As toxic as this is, she's your mom. You couldn't live this life without her. She's toxic now, using your vulnerability against you every chance she gets, but she wasn't always that way.

She was once a loving mother, one who packed your lunch every morning for school, sending you off with a kiss on your cheek. A mom who'd pay extra to get more of your school pictures so she could put them on her desk at work and in her car. She used to show her love for you as any mother does, but you havent felt that in so long.

The last time you were home was a little over two months ago, and not once did she hug you, kiss you, or even touch you. She was cold and emotionless towards you.

You should've seen it coming. All this tension building up for months on end, it was going to have to bottom out eventually.

As much as the above is true, the words that flew out her mouth next shocked you beyond belief, causing the tears to flow freely from your waterline.

"Don't come back home, Y/N. I'm serious. You've done too much damage to my family." There’s a beeping on the other end of the phone, and it drops from your shaking hand to the carpeted floor beneath you.

Don't come back?

You were always sorry, apology after apology leaving your lips when you had to miss something your family organized. You thought it'd be okay. Your mom would get over herself eventually, and you'd come home when the company allowed you to.

You pick up the phone, hands a trembling mess, and call back, praying for another chance to explain yourself. You’re met with an automated message, the robotic voice piercing your ear.

"I'm sorry, this customer is unavailable."

You hang up and call again. She wouldn't have blocked you. It was just a silly fight, right?

"I'm sorry, this customer is-" you hang up before the message finishes, throwing your phone onto the floor next to you.

Your sobs become audible, and your body crumbles onto the floor, your knees thankful for the soft surface the carpet provides. Your fingers claw at the skin around your eyes, looking for a relief from the emotional pain coursing through your body.

Red lines mark your face, leaving the areas tender and puffy.

Your heart constricts in betrayal.

How could she?

She raised you, gave birth to you. How was it so easy for her?

The thought of your little brother enters your jumbled thoughts, and your heart breaks further.

He’s only six years old, and he is the best little brother you could ever ask for. He loves with all his heart, and you are lucky enough to get to experience it, to be apart of that little circle he could wrap his arms around and squeeze with all his might.

The thought of never squishing his chubby cheeks again destroys you, and you're unable to express the amount of heartache you're feeling.

So you scream.

You scream loud, your emotions ripping through your throat like shards of glass through skin.

You’re too distraught to notice the door to your bedroom whipping open. Chan and Minho stand there in the doorway, their eyes wide and mouths agape.

They've never seen you like this before. They've never seen anybody like this before, actually. Your screams are manic as they bounce off the walls around you, echoing around the room.

Once their shock dies off, they rush over to you. Minho is gentle in his grip but firm as he pries your hands away from your face. He gasps when he sees the damage your nails have already done, your once soft features now blotchy with angry red streaks.

You continue to scream, your nails now digging into Minho's arm. Chan grabs you from behind, doing his best to soothe you out of your hysteria.

"Y/N, you have to calm down. Please, it's ok, shhh," he says, his hold around you tight in an attempt to give you some sense of security.

"What happened? Can you talk to us?" you ignore Minho.

They accept that you're too worked up too answer them, and they let you finish your episode, the two of them doing everything they can to try and soothe you.

The rest of the guys in the dorm stand in the doorway now, your cries too agonizing for them to ignore. Varying degrees of shock are spread across their faces as they watch.

Chan starts to mumble sweet words to you as you come out of your panic attack, your brain finally able to register your surroundings again.

“It hurts,” you whimper, chest aching. “It’s so hard to breathe.”

"It's ok, we're here," he repeats, his head pressed up against the side of yours.

"Tell us five things you can see right now," Minho says from beside you, his grip still tight around your sweaty hands.

Your voice is scratchy, your throat red and scarred from your screams, but you oblige, knowing this will help you ground yourself. "I see my alarm clock," your eyes scan your room, landing on the bright digital clock you have sitting on your bedside table.

"Good," he hums, "What else?"

Your eyes travel to the door and you see the scared faces of the rest of your members. You lock in on Felix, his hands clenched tightly in front of him as salty tears stream down his face.

"I see Felix," you whisper, the pain from your throat becoming more and more noticeable.

He nods his head. "Good, now three more things. What else do you see?"

You look to your opened closet, your eyes catching the way your clothes spill out of your messy dresser onto your floor. "I see my favorite hoodie. I see my curtains, and I see that stain on my wall."

"Perfect, Y/N. Take a few deep breaths now." You breathe with Minho, your erratic breaths eventually matching his steady ones.

Finally calmed down enough, you slump back into Chan's hold, completely exhausted from the panic attack.

The room is silent for a moment, all the guys letting you have a second to gather your bearings.

"What happened?" Changbin steps through the rest of the members, settling next to the three of you on the floor. The rest follow suit, some sitting on your bed and some sitting beside Changbin.

"It's my mom again. I don't even know, I think she like, kicked me out? Like, kicked me out of the family?" You're almost embarrassed to explain the situation. You don't know why, maybe in fear your members will think your mom's right. That maybe you have been missing too many family functions, and that you should’ve made more time for them.

"Y/N, that's awful," hums of agreeance come throughout the room, and Hyunjin's words help to reassure you. "You don't deserve that, not one bit."

"She's completely out of line. Nothing you did warranted this at all," Seungmin chimes in. He knows thoughts of uncertainty are swirling through your head, the gaslighting from your mother turning your thoughts to mush.

"What about Ben?"

"What about him? You know your mom's full of shit, and the minute you show up at her doorstep she'll welcome you in. She's bluffing," Changbin pipes up again, his shoulders tight with anger.

"I don't think she is this time."

~ ~ ~

It's another day, and you've spent it the exact same way you spent the last five- curled up in your bed with the lights off, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

Chan's come in to check on you periodically, but you’ve been alone for the most part.

The knock at your door alerts you from your sleepy state, and you call them in.

“Hey, I brought you some soup. Minho made it earlier today, and I figured you might be hungry,” Chan says, giving you a timid smile.

“Thanks, Chan, but I’m not really hungry right now. Can you just set it there?” You point to the little table you have at the end of your bed, “I’ll eat it later, I promise.”

Your phone starts to ring, and you gasp when you see who’s calling.

Dad

You pick up immediately, and you’re met with the distant yells of your parents. Confused, you ask, “Hello, Dad?”

“Sissy,” comes through. It’s Ben. His voice is small, and fear seeps through the speaker.

“Buddy, what’s wrong?” You keep your tears at bay, knowing you need to be strong for him. Chan sits down beside you when he hears the little voice you’re talking to, and he rubs your back in comfort.

“Mom and Dad are fighting again,” he sniffles, the microphone personifying every bit of his sadness. “I miss you, Sissy.”

“I miss you, more, buddy, but I don't think we're gonna be able to see each other for a while," you choke back sobs.

“But I miss you so much,” he’s crying harder now, and it’s hard to hold yourself together knowing he’s struggling like he is.

“I know, buddy, I know. I’m so sorry I missed your birthday, I couldn’t get a day off work,” you explain. Chan brings his finger up to your cheek, catching your tear before it’s able to fall from your cheek.

You hear Ben gasp, and your heart beat picks up. “Ben, is everything ok? What happened?”

“Mommy’s coming, and I have to go. She told me I couldn’t talk to you, but I stole Dad’s phone. Love you, sissy,” and he’s gone before you can even say it back.

Chan eventually leaves your side upon your request to be alone for a while. The soup beside your bed grows cold as your sadness overwhelms you once again.

~ ~ ~ "Alright, rise and shine!" you're awoken from your slumber by the bright light shining in from your window. You groan, throwing your pillow over your head to block the light. Your curtains hadn’t been opened in weeks, and you were planning on keeping it that way for as long as possible.

"Nope," the intruder says, ripping the pillow from off your face.

"We've allowed you to wallow in this room long enough. If we're not performing or doing an interview, you're laying in the dark in bed." Your eyes open, crusty and sore from the crying you did before falling asleep the night before.

Hyunjin's face paints your irises, his features full of determination.

"Time to get up." He throws your pillow back on the bed beside you, turning to walk out your door. "Oh, and pack a bag, we're flying somewhere today."

You shoot up in bed at that. "Nothing's on the schedule for today, so where are we going?”

‘Is it something I can get out of?’ is what you really want to say, but you keep it to yourself.

"It’s a surprise. Get up and get dressed, we leave in an hour," he finishes, closing the door behind him.

You slide out of bed, your limbs dragging your covers onto the floor. You don't bother picking them up, too tired to care about the messy appearance of your room.

You quickly get ready, throwing on a comfortable pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. You pull your hair up into a ponytail, attempting to hide the grease that's accumulated over the past few days.

The ride to the airport is quiet and relatively peaceful. Everyone's happy to see you up and moving again, but the facade you've been putting on for the public has been washed away in your tired state, leaving your features drowsy. The dark circles under your eyes are prominent, your cheekbones sticking out more than usual. Your hair’s thinned a little, and your lips are cracked from your lack of hydration.

Through security and the rest of the way through the airport, you grip Jisung's arm, both of you needing the other's support in the overcrowded building.

Chan had explained to you that the managers wanted to start filming for the next SKZ Code a day early, fearing it might take longer than expected.

When you see the television next to your boarding terminal, your eyes practically bug out of your head.

Why would you be filming the next SKZ Code in your hometown?

That's the last place you want to go, your fight with your mom still fresh in your mind. You've been feeling the affects of it, her harsh words and actions sending you deep into a depressive episode.

Your members have noticed, trying their best to pull you from it, but nothing they did seem to work.

They can't begin to sympathize with you, none of them ever experiencing the kind of hurt you feel deep in your heart, wreaking havoc on your sanity. All they can do is offer you words of encouragement and love, assuring you that you still have a family, a very real one. While the nine of you may not be related by blood, the bond between all of you is strong.

They decided to take their efforts one step further, however, after seeing you begin to spiral. Your naps became longer and more frequent, often taking up most of the time you were supposed to be awake. You had been neglecting your self care routine, not even having enough energy to shower and brush your teeth most days.

Chan decided that enough is enough, so he convinced the managers to book you all a flight to your hometown to try and reconcile your family. As much as they wanted your mom out of your life, you were much more sane with her in it, and you needed your dad and your brother.

~ ~ ~

The flight was a success, everything going perfectly smooth.

You're now squished into the backseat of a car on the way to the house you'll all be staying at for the remainder of the filming.

The first thing you notice when pulling up into the driveway is how beautiful the house is. The front yard has the most angelic archways leading up to the house, with flowers lining the sidewalk and little statues spread about.

The house itself is amazing. Tall glass windows cover most of the front, the sunlight easily shining through, lighting up the front room.

The five of you- Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, I.N, and yourself- make your way into the house, and all of your previous worries disappear at the sight of the incredible interior. The walls are lined with expensive looking art, chandeliers hang from the tall ceilings, and the floors are marbled with white and gray.

Chan, Lee Know, Changbin, and Seungmin went to the store in the other van. They said they needed to pick up some last minute essentials for your stay.

Little did you know, they were actually going to your parents house. Their hopes were to get your mother to forgive you, or at least be civil so you could have a conversation with her.

Unfortunately, their visit did not go as planned, and it ended with your mother threatening to call the cops on them if they didn't leave the property immediately. This, of course, did not deter Lee Know from giving her a piece of his mind. His outburst was in Korean, and the insults he threw at her were so quick she'd never be able to recall them to look them up in a translator.

As much as they wanted to stay, to defend you and help you get your family back, they knew they couldn't. Getting law enforcement involved was the last thing they needed, knowing their managers would immediately regret sending them on this short getaway.

So, with that, they went back to the house with anger embedded in their hearts. They didn't want to have to tell you the real reason you all came here. They didn't know how you would react. Would you be thankful they tried to help? Would you feel betrayed that they'd went to your home without permission? They didn't know, but it was time to face the music; there was no SKZ Code to film, and they had no shopping bags in hand, so the truth was going to have to come out.

"Y/N," Chan sighs as he plops down next to you on the couch. You're both seated in the sunroom, looking out at the lake that sits in the backyard.

He gets your attention, and you slide your phone in your hoodie pocket, turning your body to face him. "What's up?"

He hates that he has to be the one to bring up your family again. You look so peaceful, your face no longer contorted with sorrow and pain like it'd been for weeks now, but he knows he has to tell you. It’s only fair to you. "So, please don't get mad, but this whole thing may or may not have been just a setup for you to see your family again."

Your heart beats out of your chest at the mention of seeing your family again. "Really, when can we go?" Your excitement radiates off of you, and you quickly stand to your feet.

Chan grabs ahold of your sleeve and gently guides you back down next to him, his eyes filled with pity. "Well, when we said we were going shopping earlier, we actually went to your house," he pauses, his eyes scanning your features; your face is blank, the excitement from seconds ago long gone. "Your mom wasn't exactly appreciative of our presence, and she kicked us out. Said she'd call the cops if we didn't leave. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Your mind whirls with the information Chan just threw at you. "So, all of this," you gesture to your surroundings, "was for me? There's no SKZ Code?"

He shakes his head, his hand coming to rest on your arm, "No SKZ Code."

"And my mom still doesn't want to see me?"

He shakes his head again, slower this time. "I'm so sorry for doing this to you. I thought she'd be more open to talk to you, to us, but she wasn't. If I'd have known it'd end this way, I would've never done all this."

You sit there in silence, your gaze downcast. There's no sadness or anger in your heart, no tears welling up in your eyes. You expelled all the emotions you could over the past few weeks, and you've left yourself with nothing.

You stand, your only desire to go lay down on the plushy bed you found in one of the bedrooms when you were exploring earlier. As you walk away from Chan, he stops you.

"Where are you going?"

"To sleep."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I can come with you?"

"No thank you, I'll be fine," your voice is robotic as you decline his offer. You make your way to the room, climbing up the stairs to the second floor.

You're out like a light as soon as your head hits the feathery pillow, the day’s events catching up to you all at once.

~ ~ ~

You're rudely awoken by the sound of your phone ringing. You pull it out from your pocket, your eyes squinting at the brightness.

Your eyes widen at the contact name that appears on the screen.

Dad

You quickly press the answer button, scared if you wait too long the opportunity will disappear quicker than it showed up.

Your dad had always been a follower. He's the youngest of four siblings, so it was instinctual for him to do what they did. When he married your mom, he had been the same way. Whatever your mom said went.

Your dad loved you and your brother so much, with all his heart, but when your mom started to act up, he became distant. He was never mean to you; he just stopped calling one day, stopped texting. You knew it was because of your mom; a part of you thought he was scared of her.

The last few times you'd gone home, the tension between them was almost unbearable, but your dad always rolled with it. Essentially, he was your mom's very own punching bag. You felt bad for him, but only he had the power to do something about it. You certainly didn't want to say anything. You were already walking on eggshells with her, the last thing you wanted to do was upset her more.

You bring the phone up to your ear, a shaky 'Hello?' leaving your overly chapped lips.

"Hi, sweetie. It's Dad," his voice is as shaky as yours, and he sounds choked up.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"I can't do it anymore, Y/N. I cannot listen to her and let her treat you this way anymore."

Your heart breaks for him. All throughout your childhood they had been a happily married couple. The love they had for each other was immense.

"I'm getting a divorce, and I'm taking your brother with me."

Your heart is so conflicted. On one hand, this is the greatest news you've ever heard. You'll get your dad and brother back! On the other hand, you'd never wish divorce on anyone. While this experience would not be exceptionally hard for you, given your nonexistent relationship with your mom and the fact that you don't even live at home, it would certainly be hard for the people you love.

"After your band mates came and tried to talk some sense into your mother, it made me realize how blind I've been these past few years. She’s been so mean and cruel to you, and I just sat by and watched."

You don't know how your little brother will take it. Your mom has spoiled him with everything under the sun. This will surely devastate him.

Your dad, too, this can't be easy for him. You know it's not easy for him from the quiet sobs you hear on the other side of the phone.

You're not sure what to say as he continues to cry. "Dad-"

"Honey, please forgive me," he pleads, his voice cracking. "I've let your mom walk all over us for years now, and I'm so sorry."

"Dad, it's ok. It's not your fault."

He's quiet for a moment. "I have Ben at Grandma's house now. Can you come? He's crying so hard. It wasn't easy to leave, your mom put up a fight and was screaming. I think it scared him a bit."

"Yes, Dad, I will be there as soon as possible. I'm leaving now. Can you send me the address so I can give it to the driver?"

He sends the address and you hang up, promising you'll see him in just a few minutes.

You hurriedly put your shoes on and run down the stairs. All your members are sat in the living room, some video game lighting up the television.

"My dad’s getting a divorce, and he has my brother at my grandma's right now. I have to go see them," you quickly ramble out, looking in your purse to make sure you have everything.

The guys are stunned at your demeanor. They haven't seen you move with such determination in weeks.

"I'm coming with you," Chan says matter-of-factly, standing from the sofa to put his shoes on.

"Chan, you don't have-"

"I want to. I just want to make sure everything's alright," he sighs at the look you give him, your eyes boring into his. "I'll even stay in the car."

You roll your eyes at that, but you don't fight him. You suppose it doesn't really matter if he's there; you just want to see your family again.

~ ~ ~

One short car ride later and you're jumping out of the car, the seatbelt flinging back against the door. Your brother waits for you on the porch, the biggest smile gracing his lips.

You sprint at him, swinging him off his feet and embracing him tightly. "I've missed you sissy!" he cheers, his little arms wound tight around your neck. His tears have dried since your phone call with your dad, leaving little streaks down his cheeks.

"I've missed you more, Bubby," you tell him, thankful to have him in your arms again. Your eyes crinkle as your mouth splits into the biggest smile.

Your dad comes outside upon your arrival and wraps the two of you in a hug, giving you a tight squeeze. His eyes meet Chan's over your shoulder, who decided to step just outside of the car.

'Thank you,' your dad mouths to Chan, giving him a grateful smile.

‘Thank you’ for what? Chan wasn’t exactly sure. Bringing you to him? He’d do it a million times over. Taking care of you? He’d never let you struggle without him by your side.

Chan gives him a thumbs up in reply, just happy to see you happy again.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

Spider

Miguel's feelings

Pairing : Streetracer! Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff

Wordcount: 0.5k

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[ A/N: Just a lil brainrot of Miguel's feelings for Y/N. Vibe inspired by Dom & Letty of the Fast & Furious series. ] 

! Allusions to previous sex if you squint

Some days Miguel is annoyed, and feels like the world is entirely against him. Other days, he's got his woman on his lap, her lips on his, and her hips grinding into his. She makes his brain go haywire, his heart beating out of his chest. He's all hers. 

Currently, it's early in the morning, and he's laid in the same bed with the godess of a woman he feels blessed with. How they found each other might be a little messed up, but damn is he glad to have her. 

His arm is loosely wrapped around her as he waits for her to wake up. He's glad they're sharing a place now.

No more of him sneaking theough her window to hang out, or her sneaking out to join him whenever. Nothing can keep them apart. 

It's something his friends on the track like to test. There used to be a time his closer friends liked to tease him, that they'd race for his Y/N. They used to earn a pointed angry look, due to him thinking he could genuinely lose her. Now, he's far past his insecurities. When his friends would suggest that (not that they do anymore), he'd simply smirk, telling them to keep wishing. 

Sometimes, there's a foreigner on the track, unfamiliar with Miguel's crew, Y/N especially. He'd always watch from a distance how she'd turn them down as they'd attempt to bother her while she was chilling with her girlfriends. The rougher ones, the ones who didn't seem to want to listen, he'd talk to, sincerely telling them to leave her alone or he'd make them. Then there's also the absolute idiots who are stupid. Thinking she could be won over like half of the girls on the track. Now, he's always completely destroying those boys on the road, but never with her on the line. He likes the look on their faces as he opens the door for Y/N, letting her have a very close look at how he wins. How her man wins. It always ends with an extra car to take home. He'll never bet her, but he'll bet a pink slip alright. 

" Hm? " 

Miguel is cut from his thoughts as the godess of a woman that is his lady suddenly wakes, acknowledging him. 

He grins at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he pulls her closer again. 

" Just thinking about you. " 

She grins into his chest, pressing a kiss to his naked skin. He feels incredibly lucky to have her return his affection, that she feels the same for him as he does for her. He doubts it'll ever end. He can't wait till they'll be mr and miss O'Hara. To tell their future kid (or kids) about their youth. To teach them everything he knows. 

At this point, he's pretty sure he'd be incomplete without her. 

[cxhleel108]

LITG S8 Thots for this week: How eventful…

• Sienna don’t be mad cuz you decided to spread them legs for Jin and people found out. Be sneakier next time💁🏽‍♀️

• Outfit time!

• This a little too prom for me no shade.

• Gorgeous! Stunning! Magnificent!

• Not Oakley just wanted to check on us. The rest of you boys gon have to step your game up Idk what else to say atp.

• Jin kinda evil omggg why he lie to them bitches for no reason???

• OH NO HE DID KISS SIENNA NOW WE CAN NEVER BE TOGETHER😱😱😱😱😱

• Yeah you are high on my list Liam…my hit list.

• Wait she’s cutesyyyyy!

• Hazel real lucky I like her cuz I coulda just aired her tea out just now.

• Exactly! So glad you get it now😁

• Here Theo go admitting he has a crush on me yet again…are we still supposed to gag at this?

• And I’m annoyed because of the both of you so how about you either grow up or break up!

• GUYS PLEASE STOP MAKING SHAWN PINE AFTER ME ITS ILLOGICAL AND ITS BECOMING VERY AGGRAVATING!

• Our clip was actually so meaningless help.

• Liam unless you want me, me, me to get Oakley to break you, you, you in half I suggest you shut it!

• Why do y’all want me to help you pick who to get with??? Why???

• FINALLY MY SUFFERING ENDS!!!

• Wow every couple here really sucks except us LMAOOOO.

• I love Bea but I really cannot feel bad for her when she complains about Liam. Girl you brought that sorry ass nigga in here like what😭😭😭 Kyle was right there.

• Aww chin up Sie-monster! I’m sure one of the demons in Hell are ready and willing to give you the love and devotion you need😊

• Outfit time!

• This the first sleepwear we’ve gotten that ain’t just a lace bra and coochie cutter thong I’m cryinggg.

• Ain’t no way Liam just creamed all over me and Oakley…sorry my intrusive thoughts made me type that😭😭😭

• You telling me this bitch heard the shower running, obviously indicating someone was in here, and then just decided to walk in…ok.

• Girl why she mad when she the one that walked in on me and my nigga fucking😭

• Hazel…not Liam…no girl you better than this!

• Claudia and Hazel look so damn good in their heart-rate challenge outfits my gawd! Thick thighs DO save lives😩😩😩

• Outfit time!

• Wish I could BEEEEEEEEEEEEE…part of your woooooorrrlllddd!

• Yeah this clears the mermaid fit I’m sorry.

• Hari had to watch Hazel give all her attention to Liam of all people ooouuu I know he wanna kill himself now.

• Damn not only is she not pretty but she also stupid, bless her heart.

• Jin’s football outfit made my 🐱 jump a lil bit jrkslashdhdkd sorry.

• I just busted out laughing.

• Exactly what I asked for😈

• I’m so glad we got to redo our dance cuz we ain’t get freaky like I wanted the first time.

• He mid as hell I’m sorry likekfjfjsksmak. This the best y’all could come up with for the last bombshell?

• Liam at this point just start fucking the boys sis cuz this the 3rd time you done did some sus shit.

• Oh lord I’m so tired of these anticlimactic ass cliffhangers. We already know ain’t no other bitch in here raised our partner’s heartbeat but us, stop playing!

[itneverendshere]

I Can't stop thinking about Layw and I wonder are they actually deeply in love or is just a trauma bond?We are only at the beginning of the story but it's hard for me to imagine them being in a relationship again in the future cause how Rafe can replace us in two months?Like man should be disgusted at the thought of being with someone else meanwhile he probably really likes Sofia,it breaks my heart 😭you are such a good writer,I am rooting for reader to find some sense of happiness ,thank you for blessing us with your talent!❤️❤️

honestly, i’d say it's both too! they’ve got this v intense connection because they've been each other's rock in some really dark times, but that closeness also brings out all the messy parts of them. 💔 there’s so much love, but their similar personalities can make things explode sometimes. they know each other so well that they know where to hit when they’re hurting, which just adds to that trauma-bond feeling (and why rafe's with someone so quick, reader hurt him, he hurts her back😬) but there’s real love—they’re just both so damaged that they struggle to communicate it in a healthy way. 🥹

he doesn't "like" sofia per se, im gonna quote the obx writers and say "he likes the idea of her" but y'all will figure it out soon. his daddy issues force him to have the need to feel like he's needed so when he doesn't get that, his brain turns into mush and he does stupid shit instead of going to therapy <3 rafe’s whole messed-up dynamic is so much more about him filling a void than any real connection with sofia, he’s just grasping at anything to avoid facing his own issues regarding ward, but it's nothing "deep" with her (again, this will be more obvious soon, im just giving a lil spoiler so people don't spiral ahahahha)

and you’re so sweet for rooting for reader’s happiness 🥹🥹❤️ I promise there’s light at the end of this angsty tunnel

[possibilistfanfiction]

Wn prompt: 'please'

[anyway we love switzerland era panic; lil bit from girls against god part 4 for @unicyclehippo]

it's not that you meant to see anything; you had just been taking out the trash because hans was busy at the bar and ava was on her fifteen minute break. but then you're in the alleyway and ava is pressed up against the dirty brick wall, imani — one of your regulars, and one of your favorites — leaning into kiss her again.

your pulse pounds in your ears and you inexplicably feel like you're about to burst into tears: but ava is not yours, and it's her break, and, while it may be irresponsible and is certainly not preparing her to save the world in any way, you don't feel like you can say anything, or stop her in any way.

she opens her eyes at the noise of the door opening, and then she's pushing imani back after she catches sight of you.

'sorry imani,' she says, casual and with an unapologetic but kind smile, 'my break is almost over. great time, though.'

you go back inside as imani is laughing, happy, and nothing is serious even though you feel like you're going to stop breathing any second. you go to the supply closet just so you can gather yourself, and your whole body feels like it's about to explode out of your skin.

eventually, you manage to calm down, just a little, and it's the end of your shift anyway. ava is, blessedly, busy, and so you wave to hans and scurry away; perhaps a little cowardly, but you might throw up, and it's all too revelatory for you to bear calmly.

you eat dinner in silence, not even turning on the tv or a podcast on your phone or opening a book, making your way through the leftover pasta ava had left in the fridge, cold, dutifully. you get ready for bed — wash your face, brush your teeth, change into pajamas — and curl up under the blanket. you lie there, go over everything in your mind: ava had been kissing someone; ava had been kissing a girl.

the front door opens eventually, as it was bound to do: ava always comes home. you hear her drink a glass of water and then stumble around the bathroom, trying and not succeeding at all in being quiet. she changes in the dark; of course, you don't look. you might be able to admit to yourself, shaky, that you want to, that you long to, but you've made your vows and you are here to protect her, to train her, and nothing more.

she lies down next to you in bed, softly, and after a few seconds she rolls over.

'bea?'

you stay silent.

'i know you're not asleep.'

you sigh, turn over so you can face her. her features are softer in the relief in the moonlight; she looks, you can admit, angelic.

'please talk to me.'

'i'm not mad.' you find, inexplicably, this is the most important place to start.

'oooookay,' she says, 'but you seem kinda mad.'

'i'm not,' you say.

'you don't — it didn't mean anything,' she says, a little desperate, unexpected. 'i've just never kissed a girl before.'

'you — you're interested in women?'

ava smiles, lighter again, and laughs a little. 'yeah,' she says, shrugs. 'who wouldn't be? women are... soft and kind and smell good and beautiful.'

you don't have anything to say; all you want, in your whole heart, is to press your lips to hers. you think, a little tired and a little sad and full of years of pent up longing, you would die for it. you would die for her.

'is that... a problem?'

'oh,' you say, 'of course not, ava. i'm just... i'm a little surprised, is all.'

'i mean, i cut my hair and have been wearing this stupid little cap backward for all its worth. i'd sure hope girls would notice me, at least sometimes.'

it hangs in the air for a second — you notice her; you always have — before she pinches your side and you laugh, just once, reluctantly but a blessing nonetheless.

'ava, please.'

it comes out a little strangled and she snorts a laugh and then shrugs.

'i won't do it again.'

'you — you could, as long as it doesn't distract you from training or jeopardize our cover.'

she shrugs. 'nah. imani isn't the girl i want to kiss.'

you feel like all the breath has been sucked out of your lungs, kind of like when you'd gotten hit in the stomach with a bow staff at 17 and had spent minutes gasping for air.

'i — it would be — you know what,' she says, 'never mind.'

'ava.'

'nah, it's cool.' she wiggles her way nearer to you, pushes on your hip until you turn over and she can wrap her arms around you. you tried to fight it for weeks but this is the most consistent way you can both sleep through the night, the halo facing the door just in case, her knees tucked safely behind yours. 'you're a nun, and all that.'

you're too tired to ask what that means, although you're pretty sure you know. you would die to kiss her; you would give up every vow you'd made to any god.

but not now. tonight, you think of the way imani's hands had flitted gentle and greedy over ava's hips, the way you had heard the hitch of ava's breath. desire is no stranger to you, despite your reticence and discipline.

'sleep well, ava,' you say, and she snores softly in response, lips gently pressed against your spine.

[nonsosinceramente]

just random thoughts as i rewatch

taigen was already simping after being given a whole bald spot… “the cut is so clean”?? “a masterful cut”?? a bi disaster waiting to happen fr

and the way he was hanging off every single word coming out of akemi’s mouth after being disgraced?? this man just wants to be praised

akemi has such a way with words honestly … a force to be reckoned with, love her to bits

taigen hates the smell of fish but he’s okay with eating it

got his ass handed to him twice and he was still talking mad shit he’s so stupid just a whole chatterbox

he overcame his father but got stuck in the comparison game and delusions of grandeur and now the only thing to show for it is that bald spot… just miserable

taigen’s dad when I catch you taigen’s dad ! when i catch you taigen’s dad when i catch you!!!!

i know mizu after hearing taigen talk about this dumb duel was like girl you talk too much don’t you know i could kill you with my eyes closed???

mizu died like forty times through all of this she should have rested for a year honestly

kinuyo my baby… i’ll never forget you love

the way men back then took sex as performance from women whether in a brothel or the deepest confines of the Keicho Keep, lame BORES!! y’all suck !!!

I wonder if Taigen is sort of a passive participant in sex… I feel like he was with Akemi (the way he was looking at her when she initiated??? hooked!!) but Akemi is special so who knows

taigen to mizu prolly: you’re fr so good i had a boner fighting you i guess that counts for something

mizu nekkie heart sutra covered smelting a lot of meaningful steel scene was so good bless my baby

akemi’s dad better rot somewhere forever

i wonder if akemi will come to care for takayoshi ito or if she’ll just use him after the whole ‘i wanna be great’ epiphany she had (kinda like them a lil ngl)

“Did you?” shaking in my boots

Swordfather’s face when Ringo told him she didn’t come back? i’m gonna fight

Ringo, love, you better get Mizu’s ass when she returns cuz wtf

To London without her sword, no backup and in the midst of millions of white men and this extremely cunning one you brought along… just a battle waiting to be lost she’s gonna about to die fifty thousand times, but good luck to her!!

fowler is such a good villain idc idc i hate him but wow and kenneth branagh!!!! i love that man

[justalonelybitch]

I'm so sad I can't write for you rn guys because I have so many fucking ideas AHHHHH-

Lemme give you guys a lil sneak peak of what's to come tho

Huh Yunjin x F!Reader - College AU (Angst)

“In the meantime, I’m not gonna sit around and take this bullshit.” You declared, hand slipping from her arm as you backed away from her. “I’ll see you at home Yunjin,” you muttered, turning on your heel and walking into the distance.

The brunette watched as you disappeared into a crowd of students, groaning in irritation. With her fists clenched by her sides, she stormed off in the opposite direction from you. Truth be told she herself couldn’t comprehend the rage that burned within her, but she knew that the unsettling feeling within her chest left her incredibly frustrated with you. It was all because you’d agreed to go on a stupid date with Park Sunghoon.

Miyawaki Sakura x F!Reader - Secret Relationship (Fluff)

The hint of a smile crept onto Sakura's lips as she felt the couch dip beside her, focus wavering as she struggled to finish the hardest level of a game on her phone. She didn't need to remove her gaze from the glowing screen to know it was you who'd taken up the place by her side. The comforting brush of your leg against her own was an action so small, and yet Sakura's heart still swelled with familiarity each time.

You silently dropped your head to her shoulder, the soft scent of your shampoo overwhelming Sakura's senses. She wordlessly placed her phone face down on the couch, turning to meet your gaze with eyes that swirled with nothing but adoration. Reaching for her hand, you mindlessly fiddled with her fingers before lacing them with your own. Neither of you paid any mind to the chaos that ensued within the dorms, simply getting lost in a world of your own.

Ko Yurim x F!Reader - Friends to Lovers (Angst, Fluff)

Yurim's heart twisted in her chest, aching in confusion as she stared blankly at your blindingly bright smile. It was one of the only things in this world that filled her with nothing but pure joy no matter the circumstances. It was only your grin that effortlessly cured the lingering pain within her heart. But now the sight left her feeling unusually bitter, heart tainted with a poisonous envy for your ceaseless happiness.

Your smile was no longer enough to heal her wounded heart, instead it grew to be the one thing she'd grown to loathe. She longed to be as happy as you were, dream freely like you could, but she couldn't. Yurim was bound to a life of misery and there was nothing your grin could do to cure that. Witnessing your joy was no longer a blessing, but a curse. She couldn't bare it any longer. It hurt to much to see her life collapse around her, and yet there you remained, pure and innocent, unknowing of the worlds sorrows.

If only she knew of the pain you hid behind your smile..

Kim Chaewon x F!Reader - High School AU (Angst)

Your lips were sucked between your teeth thoughtfully as you aimlessly strolled down the stone footpath. Paying no mind to the rain that began to fall, feigning ignorance to the familiar red car that pulled up beside you. "Y/n!" Chaewon yelled, leaning closer to the opened passenger window. Crossing your arms over your chest stubbornly, you picked up the pace, foolishly assuming she would leave you stranded in the rain with enough persistence.

"Get in the car, Y/n!" Your girlfriend shouted as the droplets began to fall harder, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. "Fuck you Kim Chaewon," you seethed, the short haired girl wincing at your harsh tone. She knew she deserved it, but that didn't mean she was going to let you punish yourself for her mistakes. "Please," she begged, eyes shinning hopefully as you came to a halt, finally turning to face her, gaze hardened with a burning rage.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

Luxurious Love, Lust & Lies - Series, Chapter Three (Mystery)

Glancing down to the ground, you squinted, struggling to make out a faint silhouette in the darkness. “What is it?” Soyeon asked, following your gaze curiously. “Not sure yet, hand me your phone.” She rolled her eyes at the absurd demand, but nevertheless she passed over the battered device. Tapping away at the screen, you opened the text chain between you and Soyeon before clicking the camera icon. Leaning over the edge eagerly, you zoomed in, snapping a picture and sending it to yourself. A rough grip on your collar pulled you back, keeping you from toppling over the edge in your excitement.

“Idiot,” Soyeon muttered, snatching her phone from your grasp, gazing at it intently. Swinging your legs over the ledge, you planted your feet on the roof, wandering towards the opposite edge of the building. “Hey Y/n?” Soyeon called after you, hands stuffed into her pockets as she followed after you. “Yeah?” You hummed, glancing up at the tree that towered above the roof. “How did you know my password?” She questioned, brows raised inquisitively. “Lucky guess,” you excused with a shrug, carelessly climbing onto the ledge. “Until next time, Jeon Soyeon,” you saluted with a dopey smile, stepping backwards to gracefully fall over the edge.

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These are all unedited bits and pieces of upcoming unwritten stories!!

[heejayy]

Rosalie O. || I’ve got my eyes on you

Warning • one sided love?, mentions same sex relationship as taboo (nun homophobic ion do that shit)

Genre • lil angst, fluff at the end

Pairing • Rosalie x black fem! reader

A/n: it’s 4 in the morning don’t mind my mistakes 🙃 but I put my heart and soul into this one…it’s kinda short tho but leave me alone 😭😭

You've had your eye on her since you first set foot on this boat. She is stunning, from the way her eyes twinkle with confidence, to how her skin glows in the sun or moonlight, to even the way she carries herself. She is self-assured, knows her worth, and isn't afraid to put others in their place. You found it insanely attractive, but you couldn't act on your feelings because being in a romantic relationship of the same gender is extremely taboo, so you buried your sinful thoughts away for only you to know.

"My Rosalie, you're amazing on the piano, isn't she y/n?" Linnet smiled as she admired her friend's talent on the piano. You blinked out of your trance, nodding.

“Oh yeah she’s very skilled, such lovely talent.”

Rosalie bowed her head and thanked you, and you smiled and walked away, trying not to stare too long.

You found yourself walking towards the deck, where you sipped champagne while staring at the night sky. The stars were beautiful tonight, and the Nile glistened just right in the moonlight; you wish you had someone to share this moment with, but the type of love you desire is forbidden in the eyes of others.

"May I join you, Ms. y/n?" You turn around to see Rosalie, the woman whom you adore.

“Oh Mrs. Otterbourne, of course you can join me” you welcomed her a little too eagerly.

“It’s Ms by the way I’m unmarried” she corrected and you nodded.

"Right my apologies," you said, she gave you a small smile understanding your mistake. You watched her as she leaned against the railing, the wind blowing through her light curls; her beauty was breathtaking, her skin soft and dewy, as if she had been blessed by Aphrodite herself. Your gaze was drawn lower as you examined her attire, which ranged from Coco Chanel to Madeleine Vionnet, it was very rare for people of color to have such money to buy luxurious clothing but she could.

“She’s looks beautiful in blue.”

“Excuse me?” You jolt from hearing her voice, “I- um” my god y/n can you be any more dense, you internally curse at yourself.

“Rosalie, y/n come join the festivities!” you were saved by a drunk Simon bursting through the doors trying to reel you back into the party, but you couldn’t go back and party not after almost accidentally revealing your feelings to your crush who happens to be another woman.

"No thank you, I'm a little tired, I think I'll go get some rest, goodnight to both of you," you said as you walked up the stairs towards your room.

While closing the door you let out a breath of air you didn’t realizing you were holding. You made your way to the bathroom wanting to wash off the embarrassment you were feeling, while in the shower all you could of was her and it was frustrating.

You tried to distract yourself by thinking about tomorrow's activities, they said everyone was going to see an ancient tomb, that should be fun you thought. You were rubbing in your moisturizer when you heard a light knock on your door. You weren't in the mood to open it, and you also didn't feel like talking to anyone so you ignored it.

“It’s me Rosalie, do you mind letting me in? I know you’re awake because your light is still on.” You gasped jumping up from your seat snatching your robe off the bed quickly putting it on.

“May I help you?” You ask politely.

“You know I’m not stupid and I don’t like bein’ played for a fool” she snickered walking pass you entering your room.

“Whatever do you mean Ms. Otter- um I mean Rosalie?” You questioned tying your robe tighter around you. She took a seat on your bed crossing her legs “I mean you y/n, don’t think I don’t notice those longing stares, the way you blush when I complement your blouse or perfume, the way you-“

“Please stop! I'm sorry, okay?" you say, flustered, “I'm going to stop everything; I'm not going to look at you, talk to you, or even breathe in your direction. I know you're probably disgusted with me for having feelings for a woman, and I know it's not right," you hung your head in shame, refusing to make eye contact with her, you can't believe she found out you didn't think you were that obvious. You sat down on the vanity seat, feeling nauseous.

“You’re absolutely right it is seen as wrong but I never said I cared” your head shot up in confusion to see her wearing a flirtatious smirk “I’m sorry if my advances seemed a little- what’s the word…vague? But I am also interested in you. So no need to go boo-hooin’ and apologizin’ darlin ” you couldn’t believe your ears, Rosalie was into you?

“Why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Well I found it amusing seeing you squirm but it was becoming a little too obvious so I came here tonight to tell you I feel the same way.”

To say you were elated was a complete understatement, the most beautiful woman you’ve met like you back. Unable to contain your excitement you let out a little giggle, Rosalie noticed and smiled, you got up and went to join her on the bed.

"So what now?" When you ask, she takes your hands in hers and places them in her lap.

She smiled at you with sincerity. "I am not ashamed in who I am but I’m also not dumb either we'll be known as friends to others, but to us it'll be much more" she rubbed your knuckles with her thumb while staring at you in awe "Well I should be off to my room now it's pretty late and don’t wanna raise questions" you frowned not wanting to see her go but knowing you'd see her tomorrow brought you joy.

"Night y/n and don’t forget I’ve got my eye on you.”

"Good night Rosalie," you smiled as she kissed your cheek and exited your room, and you watched her walk down to her room before returning to yours.

"Wow, what a night."

Taglist 💌: @abenomeiiii, @lustfulbarbie, @locoforshuri

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

I just read the first chapters of Seed of Human Kindness and its already bookmarked, subscribed, kudoed, loved and protected by me. JDOSXIOWIXIWSIS I AM LITERALLY IN CRUMBLES BC AT THE SAME TIME I READ SOMETHING SO GOOD BUT I NEED MORE TO BE SATISFIED – call me the cook because im eating this fic up like its some man yumyum –

If its annoying, just ignore, but do you have a estimate of when the next chapter will be out?

Btw. Loved ur writing so much, u got the vaultie and the ghoul personality down to a T!!

You bless me with this ask. My heart is all a flutter and my insides all a bother. Thank you. I’m really happy that you’re enjoying the first two chapters so much. I’ve been having a blast writing (my muse is back, baby!) and I’m, once again, so humbled to find fellow weirdos that like what I like.

Chapter 3 will be out this Friday at the latest. Here’s a lil preview. Pardon any spelling or grammatical issues. It’s still a rough draft. :)

“The sun is setting… right? Maybe we should make camp? Find us some shelter, and I’ll make dinner. The salted Fiend is still good, and we got those canned beans from last night. Unless you’ve got any other ideas, Gunslinger?”

She’s asked for his name no less than two dozen times before turning the nickname into an insult for not offering up anythin’ else. The cook’s told him her name just about as often, but it does shit to him her cookin’ can’t satiate, and he’d instead get butt fucked in a dirt grave than admit he’s been thinkin’ ‘bout taking her stupid vault suit in his hands… of ridding her of it… breaking her in like a mare in the middle of no man’s land, chanting that fuckin’ name as he fills her with that sticky sap she’s after.

‘Foul fuckin’ thoughts of wanton violence and devious lust, indeed.”

Thankfully, he likes her an’ the grub enough not to fuck up a good thing. Minus the chatter, she’s been painless company so far…

The Ghoul glances down at her as she scans the horizon: a ritual when she began noticing the position of the sun and his corresponding decision to make camp. She’s spied many forgotten ingredients on their path east, of which she’s found uses for plenty. In the several days he’s been saddled with her, The Ghoul’s eaten well: eggs ‘n tato hash, chili with hard tac, pan-cooked peaches topped in gingersnap crumble, not to mention all the well-cooked steak and shikabobs of whatever root vegetable she’s been able to spot.

On cue, his stomach starts to rumble and cramp, eager for another well-cooked meal.

“Not much but radroaches out this way…” he states, matter o’ fact and intently uncaring until he feels like bein’ mean just for the fuck of it and bites out, “Unless you wanna bait us a Fiend or two, hm?” The Ghoul takes in the openness around ‘em, wondering how long it’d take for her to attract some curious cowpoke if he dangled her over the highway…

“Betcha we’d have us some fresh meat in half an hour with your luck.”

No answer.

The silence stretches a half-second too long, leaving him spooked enough The Ghoul turns on his heel, leather brim cutting out the sun, and finds himself alone.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he curses, “Where’d that bitch run off to…”

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[goldenempyrean]

Empyrean’s Advent: Day 7

Prompt: “Come on, lets get a bath running for you.”

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Sick Reader

Wordcount: 806

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(FYI: theres a tiny lil bit of hinted angst at the start)

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Scarlett had been stood anxiously waiting at the doorstep to your house when finally came back home late that night.

“Im sorry.” She kept her voice low as she wrapped her arm around your waist, letting you lean against her as she brought you inside, “We shouldn’t have fought.”

“It’s not your fault.” You sniffled, shivering beneath the soaking wet clothes which stuck uncomfortably to your skin, “That fight, I-“ You stopped, your teeth chattering as you tried to find the right words.

You and Scarlett never argued and if you did, they had never escalated to that level before. One minute you were having a light heart to heart which had gone being getting a little heated to a full blown insult-hurling argument. To make things worst, you weren’t even exactly sure what you were even arguing about. All you knew was that you were livid. You both were.

You had never once stormed out of the house before that moment either. But at the time, it was all you could think to do, you didn’t care about the dark storm clouds overhead with drenched the ground with their icy rain. You hadn’t even bothered to stop to grab your coat before you marching out the house with little more then your leggings and a thin tshirt to keep you warm.

Whatever. It didn’t even matter now. It was stupid, the whole thing was stupid and the pair of you had already spilled far too many tears over it. You just needed some time and space to think, you both needed it. Atleast your time away had allowed you both to calm down and process your feelings, even if it had meant one of you processing your feelings while out in the pouring rain.

“I shouldn’t have ran off,” Your voice broke off, “You didn’t deserve that, Im sorry.”

Your sniffles continued as Scarlett lead you to the bedroom, sitting you down on a small armchair in the corner of the room, “You’re soaked to the core Y/N.” She muttered worriedly seeing how your body shuddered beneath her tough, “We cant have that, come on, lets get a bath running for you.”

You could feel Scarlett eyes looking over you and the worry behind them clear. You turned away from her feeling guilt welling up from your stomach, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Scarlett looked at you in confusion, it was like she didn’t understand what you were saying, “What do you mean? Im not just ‘being nice’, I love you Y/N, that will never change. We just had one stupid argument that I don’t even care about anymore. Im not mad about that or even the fact that you ran out, I know you process your thoughts better when your alone but seriously, running off into torrential rain isn’t acceptable, is it?.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even take a coat with you. I mean have you seen that rain out there?” Scarlett sighed as ahe sat down on the arm of the chair, taking a deep breath to cool herself down, “Im sorry, God I love you so much, I just hate it when you do irresponsible things.”

“I love you too, Im really sorry too.” You sniffled and sank into Scarlett’s hold when she leaned over and wrapped her loving arms around you. It was as is the night’s previous events just slipped away in those seconds, something about her protective grasp made you wish the tender moment would last forever.

You would’ve been content to hold onto to her like that for the rest of the night, not moving an inch, neither of you caring about how the wetness of your drenched shirt began to slowly seep into Scarlett’s. However it seemed your body had other plans in mind.

“Hh’itshhiew! Hh-tshhiew!” Your nose pricked suddenly and you had to suddenly pull away from Scarlett, not wanting to sneeze against her, “S’cuse, sorry”

“Bless you, theres no need to apologise though darling.” Scarlett said as she ran her hand through your dripping hair, “We do need to get you warmed up though, I don’t want you catching a cold.”

“Nobody gets sick from being out in the cold that’s just a old wives tale.” You said dismissively, trying to wave off her concerns.

Scarlett only shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before remerging a second or so later, “Baths ready, you gonna be okay?” She asked as she watched you take off your shirt, taking notice of the goosebumps which ran down your arms.

You finished getting unchanged and stood up, planting a small kiss on Scarlett lips, “I’ll be okay, now more importantly, are you going to be joining me?” You asked as a slight smirk pulled at your lips.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

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[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "The New Ozzie" Episode Followup, Part 2

Planet-eaters! Stupidity! Weird-ass challenges! It all continues below the break.

See, now do you people understand why the Department of Help should be dissolved as a department?

Stupid on a scale of 5 is replaced by stupid on a scale of off-the-fucking-charts.

And this, folks, is why he really should have said "no challenges" and just be done with it.

"Captain, I found all this new land and planted an Odd Squad flag in it!"

"Great, what did you name it?"

"Newfoundland!"

"...Captain, please execute her."

I was 100% expecting him to go, "Yeah, sure!" and not just sit on it for 2 seconds before giving a simple "hmm no."

DID THE MAN SMARTEN UP???? DID HE??? DID HE?!?!?!?!

"You know why else I chose you for this job? Because I thought you were smart enough to handle it. But if you're going to run on social media influencer logic, then perhaps I was misguided."

"I have a problem, I call you. Then...you solve it."

"But- but the psychologist said my IQ was 110!"

"Then the psychologist can die along with you, me, Orli, Onom, and the rest of the world."

"...But my character descri-"

"...Right."

"We agreed never to discuss that."

She followed the plot, but then lost it just as quickly, I'm afraid.

THIS WAS AN ACTUAL SCENE FROM AN ACTUAL EPISODE?????? IT WASN'T MADE JUST FOR THE CONTEST?!?!?!?!

WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD UP. BACK THE FUCK UP.

SO THAT...THE SLIME THING...THE THING WITH HIM GETTING SLIMED...

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT?!?!?!?! THAT'S FROM AN UPCOMING EPISODE?!?!?!?!

Fucking byootiful. Never in a million years.

Still doesn't solve the issue of why Ozzie has memories of the future...but I was half-right. God I'm so good. Hire me when.

I'd say "well see, Onom solved it on his own with Orli as a sidekick, three-person job my ass", but I'm looking at the runtime and deducing that I'm off the mark.

...WELL SEE ONOM SOLVED IT ON HIS OWN WITH ORLI AS A SIDEKICK. "THREE-PERSON JOB" MY ASS.

NO!!! DON'T SACRIFICE THE DOG!!! NOT THE WOOF-WOOF!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

All right, I'm not pinning this sudden cut on Gemma so much as I'm pinning this sudden cut on whatever bumfuck is in charge of the editing team.

Though the fact half of them are breaking the fourth wall doesn't help either.

Huh, I was wrong about this being from "Odd Jubilee". Did not pin it as being from this episode.

It does end a lot smoother than "Odd Jubilee" did, though.

And your credits for this episode. I do like how they actually give the time to give characters who went unnamed in the show names in the credits, though. It's always been a thing, but now it seems more prominent.

Also, behold: one of the only times, if not the only time, Onom gets front-page billing. And good for him. The Odd Squad Nokotan deserves it.

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Overall, this was an episode I didn't quite enjoy. Way too much stupidity for my liking. I like my stupidity in small doses. This one is like five tablespoons' full in one go. Opie is the worst offender, and may we all pray she smartens up more before the events of "A Tour of Odd Squad" because otherwise that girl will not last, bless her heart.

Oh, and the planet-eater was nice to see. Though there are questions I have about that that will never get answered in a million years.

And of course, Onom as a child with purely inexplicable powers beyond any comprehension. He didn't need to drag Orli into this. He really didn't. But she's a main character, and so she is obliged to participate.

Gemma, I'd suggest you watch the show you're writing for before accepting the job offered to you. (Though in this day and age, with the kids TV industry the way it is...people are desperate, y'know?)

Next time will be for "Bad-Luck-itis", our third "Ozzie gets sick" incident in the span of a couple weeks our time. Poor man can't catch a break between bein' a lil' germ carrier and whatever dark and troubled past he's got goin' on.

Seren out!

[just-jordie-things]

I REMEMBER I REMEMBER I REMEMBER

Okay so watching rom-coms with Choso cause (what a surprise) that dude is so gentle and soft that he loves those movies and even tears up. (We love strong men who show emotion)

But something that always bothered him is kisses. He never got a kiss, not in his 150 years of absurd life. So one time when you watch some rom-com he asks about kisses and if you had your first kiss. (For the sake of the story; lets say NO)

So he casually says “we should have our first kiss together (bless his heart)

But you get flustered and try to explain that a first kiss is something very important and that you should have it with someone you like.

Cue Choso replying “but I like you”, he’s so uncomplicated 🥺

But you think he means just friendship, that he simply likes you as a person to be around. So you try to explain to him “not that kind of like, Choso. You’ll know when you meet your special person”

He doesn’t understand but he keeps quiet because he feels that he just got rejected?? So eventually he’ll be visiting Yuji and complain about the entire situation, all like “she said kisses are meant for people you like, and I like her but does that mean she doesn’t like me? Did I just get rejected? What do I do not?” ALL POUTY TOO

Meanwhile you’re visiting yuuji a little later and complain yourself “he asked for a first kiss but I dont think he understood what kisses meant. I almost said yes, but I cant take advantage of him like that. What if I take his first kiss and then he meets someone he likes? Did I do the right thing?”

Meanwhile Yuuji just sits there like 😓😩 ”why the fuck you both so stupid?? Even I see that you like each other” 🙄🤦‍♂️

((This is heavily Inspired by some satosugu fanart I saw the other day but I just LOVE MUTUAL PINING IDIOTS WHO JUST DONT CONFESS. LIKE FUCK WHY))

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

subtly gaslighting choso about how feelings bc you wanna make sure you’re not taking advantage of him but also gahdamn is he the most kissable mf

i love this so much tho choso is so precious ?? and poor yuuji always gotta play matchmaker but he will do it every time for you and his brother- two naive lovesick idiots that just need a lil push and better communication

[writingsofwesteros]

Mrs. Strong let’s Jace stay the night and he can barely sleep. She’s so close to him. In that little nightgown that hides NOTHING. He takes his cock in his hand and jacks off to a photo he found of her in the guest room she gave him.

It’s her wedding photo with Harwin.

She, of course, walks in on him and pauses before he spots her and covers himself. He’s got such a toned stomach, flexing as his hips buck against her imaginary body. She can see what photo he’s looking at… but thinks he’s masturbating to Harwin. Giggling, she closes the door and apologizes. Inside… she feels almost jealous. Imagine being lusted after by such a handsome young man. With such a big cock.

Jace is flustered, but thinks this is great. She’s not disgusted by him. He walks around her house shirtless, complimenting her and clearly flirting with her. Mrs. Strong wears a LOT less because now she just thinks he’s a sweet lil’ gay sidekick and there’s no way he’s frantically hiding a boner every time she walks past him. When she asks him if he’s dating any boys on his campus, Jace is screaming internally.

How can he calmly, sensibly explain to her “No, I’m not gay, I was masturbating to your photo because I’m in love with you and I want to cum inside you till my balls go dry holy shit please kiss me.”?

He shyly says “I’m not that kinda guy… um. Sorry. I… I’m more about women. Y-Yeah..”

Mrs. Strong is so embarrassed. She’s been walking around in a short robe with just panties all day because she just assumed… oh gods! Mrs. Strong apologizes and changes into yoga pants that literally do nothing to prevent him from panting like a dog. She goes back to being motherly and starts hinting that Jace should go home the next day.

Things finally start moving when Mrs. Strong gets sent a video from an unknown number saying “This ur man?” It’s a video of Harwin and Rhaenyra, having a very public affair.

She is heartbroken. Harwin hadn’t touched her in so long. When was the last time he showed any interest? When had anyone…. Hm. Maybe someone was interested. Or at the very least, she could do something to have control again. Would that smirk off Rhaenyra’s face.

And Jace is right here. That woman’s son.

!!!

THIS !!

I love how she thinks Jace is gay..bless her little heart. Stupid Harwin does not deserve her at all!!

[namazunomegami]

11 and 21 for the writer ask thing!!

Omg, girl, you're a blessing!

11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

No doubt, Frank Herbert is the one who influenced me the most. Like, he literally changed my writing style and techniques from the basics when I read Dune. I absolutely abide his rule that "if you want to be a great writer, write about what you know best" or something along the lines. Basically, write about what you're interested in and willing to put effort in it. In Herbert's case, he was interested in how environtments change people and vice versa, to me I guess it's how people have an effect on each other and I know dysfunctonial relationships like the back of my hand.

I also like subverting tropes in the way that he did with Dune and the whole "hero's journey/chosen one" thing. And using an omnipresent/omniscient narrator, constantly switching POVs in a scene.

It's so funny but I think I should thank Tarantino for influencing me when it comes to writing dialogues. You shouldn't be afraid to put some mundane stuff when your characters are talking, and you can deliver tension with a few carefully chosen words in these mundane segments. And also building your characters through conversations, because that's how real people do when they don't know each other. I always circle back to Inglourious Basterds which is understandable, it's one of my fave movies all time but this movie is the epitome of building up tension in just dialogue alone, and the setting, the character's manerism is just spice to the whole scene.

But some of the writers here on this site are great sources of inspiration too. If I want to write a fic that makes your skin crawl, I read something from @/rush-the-stars or @/banjjakz since their writing styles will never fail to amaze me.

21. Who is/are your favorite character(s) to write?

I think Geto deserves to own a fave title for the sheer amount of shit that I wrote for him. There're countless wips that yall don't know of or won't plan on sharing.

But I like morally questionable, emotionally constipated guys who act like nothing fazes them but go soft for one person. And maybe... have crazy ways to protect them from literally anything. Or not. I have fics and wips of really shitty characters who only want to hurt the reader and they're generally delighted by their pain. But hey, don't judge me, this is a dark content blog.

Characters that can give you a bit of a psychic damage if they want to. The ones that are so complex it makes me want to pull them apart to see their layers and explore them.

To talk about my wips a lil bit, writing Alastor and Asmodeus were quite the fun! I enjoyed every single sentence that I came up with for their dialouges. For you, I really want to elaborate on what I like about writing Adam but sadly I couldn't spend enough time with his fic yet.

About readers... I like the ones who are blusterous, driven, observant, stubborn and even petty to the point to make stupid decisions because that was the only way they saw it right. Shy and inherently submissive readers (even tho that my readers are submissive in sexual situations) kinda make me feel cornered and limited.

When I was thinking about how to answer this ask, an original character, Lotte came up in my mind as my fave character to write. She's the main character of my novel and recently reread the doc (that shit deserves a massive rewrite) and I just love her so much and all the time I can spend in her head. All that pain, repressed anger, petty defiance yet the rest of her emotions are dull and muted from all the suffering she experienced. And even tho she is fucked up beyond repair, her heart is still filled with love, an almost chivalrous kind of need to protect anything that's dear to her. And the arc her character leads me through is just amazing. This is the character I love to write.