#but not so much fictional!!! and when she's almost as freaked out by both the disconnect makes it worse

[monty-glasses-roxy]

how to scare the everloving shit out of roxy: make her play the horror game "canine"

Ohhhh had to look that up but it looks really interesting! Wish the launch trailer showed how the ball mechanic worked a bit better though

The story is apparently about saving your dog Tomy from a mutant dog so you can bet if Roxy started this game she'd feel she'd have to play it out for Tomy. She can't just LEAVE him!!! She COULDN'T!!!

Couldn't get a good look at this mutant dog either but given its overall body shape I'm guessing it's kinda werewolf-like. Honestly, it'd either scare her half to death, or she'd think this guy is cool as hell. Like a 'fellow doggo that could kill you' kind of thing. She's convinced she could kill if so desired for some reason lmao

The dead animal in the trailer and stuff like that would scare her, but I dunno a dog being the horror might just be cool to her. A weird kind of kinship despite the fact she'd crumble into dust if she hurt someone for reals. I haven't seen anything but the trailer so I dunno, maybe it does petrify her but she takes it personally that Tomy is trapped and she won't let it lie until she's beat the game. Nightmares for weeks won't put her off. She's nothing if not the most stubborn and determined dog to ever exist lmao

Pfft if the ball mechanic makes the big mutant dog chase it or something then Roxy can relate to that so hard. Sat there nodding to herself like "yeah I'd give up trying to murder someone for a ball too". She's got her priorities too, ya know?

That looks like a really cool game though ngl I'm really interested imma keep an eye on the horror game players I like so I can watch it they play it.

On another note, it's really not that hard to scare Roxy lmao horror films, horror games, haunted houses, literally anything like that can get her. She's not as freaked out by real life stuff though. She's seen enough real world horror to get by. Yeah, it's still terrifying when it's real but she feels a lot more in control in the real world, ya know? More choice of actions! Fictional scenarios like that scare her though. Freaks her out just that little bit more that some people find this fun.

At least Monty's just as scared as she is so they can pretend to be fine and internally freak out together lmao

[sugaryplum]

𓏲⋆. THEODORE NOTT FICS HALL OF FAME 𓈒 ⭒ ݁ .

so this summer marks a year since i started obsessing over this stupid stupid handsome beautiful amazing of a character and it is actually insane. i always used to have phases for different characters and it changed like every two weeks but for the past year it's been him and him only. embarrassing. but well – i've read a lot of amazing pieces of fiction about him so here i am to give some appreciation! these are my favourites with top notch writing and plot and portrayal of the character and everything else!!! in no particular order

spring breaks loose by @fangisms GOD i love her work!! she also wrote darling socialite which is possibly even more amazing (and i actually requested it hehe and i love it so much)

next we have @cassiopeiasdaughter (this is really just a list of my favourite authors here) with mirrorball (requested by me again, this is also maybe just a list of stuff i requested, i am shameless with this) and this cute little drabble about theo and the reader's cat <3

honestly i could just write everything i said before about everything that's coming next. i looove when @veryberryjelly does these events and here's my favourite one of these!!

this is smut and i feel weird recommending something smutty but its a really really well written thing so you need to read it if you like this type of thing

so i don't normally like to read series but i loooooved kiss with a fist by @theostrophywife!!! (sorry i can't find the og masterlist post in my likes to link it but you'll find it)

@patrophthia has some amaaaazing fics! love is sour grapes and take you to the basics and these plot bunnies and genuinely anything else by her! there's i think this fic set in the summer that i can't remember the name of. and the one based on "bewitched" by laufey! so good! and my favourite way of writing theo's character like ever

laughs in the courtyard is the cutest ever and i think one of the first fics i've read about theo?

these headcanons are straight out of my dreams!! often reread them just to have him more visualised in my head and some parts feel literally straight out of my brain

so i don't read angst almost at all, i like sweet and nice and happy things but moonlight & masks as well as mio, both in kind of the same vibe i just adore! i guess war angst i don't mind. especially when it's so good!

now this is kind of toxic and manipulative theo but i loooove control freak<3 i linked part two but obviously start with the first. both awesome

and last by not least @artytaeh is probably my favourite author here right now!! this masterlist has no misses only hits <3 you gotta read it all right now. again, this portrayal of theo and everything else is just perfect

okay thank youuuuuu for reading and i hope you read everything on this list because it's all fantastic! bye bye kiss kiss goodnight

[ceilidho]

Ceilidh, I keep thinking about soap and ghost who are absolutely pro omega rights (soap in particular, or at least he’s more vocal about it). Like fuck those old, conservative assholes who think omegas should be seen and not heard, whose only purpose is to lie back, listen to their alpha and take a damn knot when they’re told.

They’ve both worked with omegas that got shit done – civilians AND military operatives, they know better and they’ll damn well shut anyone up who starts spouting that regressive shit.

But their own omega, well that’s a different story. Poor little thing doesn’t know what’s good for her, best if she gets rid of all those silly notions of hers and just let ghost and soap take care of her like they’re s’posed to.

ok in total honesty you almost lost me in the first half because as much as i would love that irl, it doesn't interest me so much in fiction where i want them to be deranged freaks. but you GOT me in that last paragraph.

neither being particularly activistic, but they also don't indulge in the casual omega denigration that some of their colleagues participate in. if an alpha says something shitty while Soap is around, Soap will usually snap back something about how maybe the alpha saying it should take notes from the omega civilian and military operators on base because "at least they're actually proficient at their fucking jobs". he'll genuinely get in fights when his temper flares up just enough - loves sparring when he's taken a particular dislike to someone because it means he has permission to beat the shit out of them.

Ghost doesn't have the patience for verbal fights, but he'll request an immediate transfer of any alpha sergeant or private with the misfortune of thinking that someone of Ghost's stature and size and general look would agree with their primitive beliefs. or he'll riddle them with hard labour and assignments that'll leave them exhausted and broken.

but when it comes to their omega? oh no, she's kept off base in the house they've purchased. they even contemplate retirement after finding her, neither of them comfortable with being away from their omega for extended periods of time. she's taken off her suppressants the second they get her locked up, the two of them helping her work through the withdrawals, getting her nice and relaxed on their knots.

despite the fact that the two of them are alphas, Soap always defers to Ghost, so Ghost is the one that knots her first. Soap gets to work her through the worst of her heats though, stamina letting him go for hours, overstimulating the both of them to the point of pain.

poor girl probably had a job and friends and maybe even volunteered before those two brutes stole her from whatever former life she was living. Soap is so enamoured with her temper tantrums, the way she demands they let her go. pinches her cheeks and coos when she gets worked up to the point of tears. she doesn't understand how they can have so much respect for the omegas in their field while keeping her locked up in their house, but the cognitive dissonance just works for them. their omega is just too soft and breakable to be out in the world (regardless of how tall she is or how she's built, how muscled or tough. to them, she's breakable)

i love writing them as hypocritical assholes :\\\\

[shrewsburysworld]

Twisted Devotion | Kim Taehyung Part 2.

*This is a fan fiction. completely fictional. The behaviour of characters in this fiction is not something to emulate. You are responsible for your own consumption. Thank you.*

*This is original work do not copyright ©*

Pair: Yandere Police Officer Taehyung × Reader

Warning: Killing, kidnapping. The behaviour of characters is not something to emulate.

Summary: You were obsessed freak for the new police officer in the town. Trying to get into his heart and pants both with your efforts. But when you give up on him, he comes again in your life and you were dumbfounded when you get to know that he isn't a normal police officer.

The air between them crackled with tension, a twisted bond forged in the fires of obsession. Park YN had once been the aggressor, her infatuation with Officer Kim Taehyung bordering on madness. She had thrown herself at him with a desperation that scared even her, convinced that if she just pushed hard enough, he would see they were meant to be together.

But now, as she sat across from him in the dim light of his apartment, the tables had turned. She felt the weight of his gaze, heavy and intense, as if he was trying to bore into her very soul. The man who had once pushed her away was now the one who wouldn’t let her go, his obsession burning with a dark, terrifying intensity.

You were more than sure that he won't chase you. Heck! He would be too happy when you stop your tactics but standing in front of your house with roses while you were eating out the new guy was not what you expected. There must be two reactions for that kind of situation :

1. He leaves sadly.

2. He fights with the guy.

But Taehyung was standing there, roses crush under his hand. Palm bleeding but he was smirking while looking at you, a tear sliding from his eyes and you would have been on floor if the guy wasn't holding you tight enough.

You were sad and went to the bar, drinking all your sorrows after Taehyung practically rejected your love. Taehyung had always been gentle to you whenever you visited his office. You always pulled up new and day after day, you devised elaborate tactics to catch Taehyung's attention.

One day, you waltzed into the precinct with a fabricated complaint about a stray cat, dressed in a flirty outfit that left little to the imagination. With every visit, you pushed the boundaries, bringing in increasingly absurd issues—like a “missing” cupcake from your own kitchen—just to bask in his presence.

Your reasons to meet him were meaningless, stupid even. But Taehyung was entertaining you really well and your delusional mind thought he loves you too. You mastered the art of seduction, leaning closer than necessary and laughing at his crappy jokes, your eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.

Suddenly your tactics became more ... problematic. Officers in that police station recognised you as a crazy woman to say the least. You behaved like you were their boss's wife, looking at them like they're nothing more than peasants. But Taehyung had dropped your ego by rejection. He looked like he doesn't even want to look at your face. You knew you had pulled his last strings so no matter how much you loved him how much you wanted him, needed him you had to let go.

You met a random guy at bar and after two weeks of misery you decided to have little fun and seeing Taehyung that day with flowers wasn't something you expected. Unfortunately you didn't see him after that night until you found yourself on a bed with hands cuffed. You would have been horny real quick in this situation but the unwavering gaze of Taehyung didn't turn you on rather scared you.

“You’re mine, YN!!” Taehyung whispered, his voice low and possessive. He reached across the blanket, his hand closing over yours with a grip that was almost painful.

“You know that, right?” You forced a smile, but fear twisted in her gut. You were shitty scared but you had to act right. But don't know how to as the same man you were kissing that day was dead in front of you.

This wasn’t the man you had fallen for—or rather, chased after with reckless abandon. This was someone darker, someone who had taken her obsession and mirrored it back to her, but in a way that made her skin crawl.

You stared at the dead body but Taehyung grunts not handling you looking at another man even if he's dead.

Taehyung’s hand tightened around hers, his knuckles white.

“I’ve already made sure no one will interfere with us. No one can take you from me, Yn. Not your friends, not your family. No one.”

A cold chill ran down your spine as the implications of his words sank in. You had heard the rumors, the whispers among the other officers about cases gone cold, about people who had disappeared without a trace. And now, you realized, Taehyung was telling you in his own twisted way that he was responsible.

“tae, you’re scaring me,” you said, pulling her hand away and trying to stand. But he was faster, his arm shooting out to grab her wrist and yank her back down.

“You don’t need to be scared, baby!!” he said softly, his eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll do anything for you. You just have to stay with me. Forever.”

Panic surged through your body, but you knew better than to show it. Taehyung was a cop, after all. He knew how to read people, how to manipulate them, and you were trapped. Shit. You had to find a way out, but it wouldn’t be easy. Not with him watching your every move, not with the power he wielded.

As the reality of her situation set in, You realized that your obsession had led you into a nightmare from which there might be no escape.

And Officer Taehyung, with his relentless, consuming love, was determined to make sure of it.

Put on your seatbelts!! Officer Kim Taehyung on loose!! 😌. Taehyung's pov in next part (spoiler).

If you liked it, do reblog and comment. It'll make my day fr!! Thank you for all your love armys ! 🎀

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[melrodrigo]

Writer - V.C.

Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vada finds out you write fan fiction one day…lots of feelings emerge.

Warnings: suggestive themes

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: This felt a little illegal to write

"YN...are you in love with me?"

Jenna caresses your cheek; tender as can be. You feel your breathing start to quicken, heart rate rising at an alarming rate.

You don't think you can take much more...you connect your lips to hers, desperate, it feels like-

"Hey do you want Chinese or Thai for dinner?" Vada asks as she swings open your bedroom door.

You slam the face of your computer down in a panic. You try your best to act normal, elbow resting on the desk; chin on your hand.

"Why are you doing that with your hands?" Vada asks, gesturing to your weird position; tiny smile on her lips.

Well, I guess that didn't work.

You stay silent as she strolls up to you, walks behind your desk and places her hands on your shoulders.

"Me? This is my normal face, don't know what you're talking 'bout." You answer, trying as best as possible to sound nonchalant.

It's a terrible attempt at a lie, and Vada sees right through it.

"Mhm...I think you're lying."

She rushes forward and takes your computer in her arms. You gasp and get up after her, silently starting to freak out internally.

Sure, Vada knows some pretty dark secrets of yours; hell you've been with Vada through the depths of Tartarus and back. Somehow this is worse than all of that combined.

Admitting you write fan fiction? You'd rather die in a heap of dog shit.

She's smiling wide now, teasing. She hasn't opened up the computer yet, and you pray to god to help you get out of this situation.

You don't have time to formulate a very fool-proof plan, so you resort to the only thing that you know works.

You come at her so quick it probably looks like an attack to an outsider. You cup her cheeks, pull her in for a fierce kiss.

You back her up against your bedroom wall, until she hits it with a loud thud. She's opening her eyes now and looking at you, eyes lust filled and wanting.

You've got her right where you want her.

Her grip loosens on the computer, and you don't waste the opportunity. You're madly grabbing the computer, yanking it out of her hands and running out into the hallway  of your house.

Once you actually get to the hallway though, you realize you don't have a part two to this plan.

What now? Hide the computer and kiss Vada till she forgets about it?

As tempting as that sounds, you know it wouldn't work. When Vada wants something, she gets it.

You don't hear her until she snakes her arms around your waist, effectively locking you in. You forgot she could be very sneaky when she wanted to, like a short little ninja.

She hums, "Now, at first I was going to just tease you for a bit and then give it back to you...but now you've peaked my interest."

She turns you around, hands on both sides of your hips; keeping you from running.

"What's got you looking so flustered huh? I should be the only one that can do that." She huffs, frowning.

You don't give up, giving Vada those pleading eyes you reserve for special occasions.

It doesn't seem to work.

"Vada don't, please-" You protest as she grabs your computer from your arms and opens it up.

It's silent for a minute or two as she reads the contents of the page.

You can't take it anymore, you want to sink into the floor and dissolve into thin air.

Whining, you break away from her grasp and plop down onto the couch; defeated.

Vada giggles first, then she lets out a full cackle as she continues to read.

You hold up a hand to her face, "Don't you dare say anything. I'm embarrassed enough to last many many lifetimes."

She completely disregards your statement, looking at you with pure excitement in her eyes. It's an adorable sight, despite the circumstances.

"You wrote Jenna Ortega fan fiction?" She asks, and she sounds almost in disbelief.

You bury your face in your hands, groaning.

"Wait...she kind of looks like me. Or I kind of look like her, oh my god is that why you agreed to be my girlfriend?" She asks, mouth open.

You roll your eyes internally; get up from your seat. There's a look in her eyes, she's delighted yes; but she also looks a little jealous.

You bite back a smirk, now this was going to be fun revenge.

"Maybe." You shrug, moving further into the apartment.

Vada follows you hurriedly, tripping over her own feet. She was such a clumsy girl sometimes.

"What do you mean 'maybe'?" She asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"Exactly what it sounds like it means." You reply, grabbing a grape out of the fridge and popping it into your mouth.

"So you didn't fall for me because of my witty charm and amazingly good looks?"

You smile a bit, tilt your head so she doesn't see it.

"For one of those qualities, sure."

You can almost picture the pout on Vada's face as you hear her stomp once. It's a habit she likes to do that when she's mad, stomps once; arms crossed.

She always looks like a six year old that's gotten her favorite toy taken away.

It's the cutest thing.

You don't relent, you enjoy teasing her a bit. Sway slightly on your heels, waiting for her to make the next move.

You half expect her to just walk away and sulk, but it must be your lucky day; because suddenly Vada's wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her whole body against yours.

"You know what I think? I think you're bluffing." She whispers into your ear, biting your earlobe as she finishes the sentence.

You almost choke on the grape you're eating as you feel her press her lips to your neck; you tilt your head up to give her more access.

She leaves sloppy kisses from the spot behind your ear to your shoulder, and when you think you might be getting lucky; she stops.

"That's fine. I'll get you to admit it."

And then she pulls away, skipping out of the kitchen like nothing had just happened.

You huff as you follow her out.

"God, why did I have to get such a stubborn girlfriend?"

[kwanisms]

Library of Illusion — the Lobby

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➥ no pairing

wc: 2.5k

summary: With the death of her parents, Y/N inherits the house and finds a box of old research her father left behind that talks about a legendary place. After months of research and searching, Y/N has finally found it.

The Library of Illusion beckons.

genre/themes/au: fantasy, slight horror elements; non idol au

warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, mention of death

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a/n: here it is finally! I have been so FREAKING excited about this event since we first started planning it. I hope you all love it as much as I loved writing each part and before I go off on a tangent, I'll let you all read! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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You’d always been told stories all throughout your youth about a mystical place known only as the Library. Your mother used to tell you grand stories about the place when she was putting you to sleep so she and your father could head out for an evening, leaving you in the care of a babysitter.

Your father always added onto these fantastical tales, painting vivid images with his words as he explained the Library in full detail, almost as if he had been there. The stories weren’t special to your family though. Lots of your peers heard similar tales, told to them by their parents at bed time.

And so it became sort of like a ritual. Until one day, it wasn’t.

You weren’t sure when you stopped caring about the wondrous and whimsical tales of the Library but it had to have been around the time you started showing an interest in things other than fairy tales.

Your parents still tried to instill the element of wonder into your life up until you left home, hoping to find something other than elaborate tales of a made up library.

Your parents were gone. Passed in an accident only a month ago today.

You hadn’t seen or spoken to them in years, preferring your circle of friends and work life you’d grown accustomed to.

After the funeral, you gained possession of everything they owned and while going through a box in the attic with only a bottle of wine to keep you company, you stumbled on something you probably never should have seen.

It was what you could only assume was a case file about a place called the Library of Illusion. As you flipped through the pages, sipping from your glass of red, your eyes widened reading the words you’d only heard from your parents' mouths as they tried to lull you to sleep at night.

Your father had been a professor of archaeology all throughout your life while your mother was an appraiser of rare antiques. They both loved old things.

As you scanned the documents you learned three things.

1. Your parents were obsessed with this Library, believing it to contain treasure.

2. Your parents, mainly your father had set about finding the location

3. Your father actually found the location just before his untimely death

As soon as you looked over the maps and checked it with known maps, the decision was made before you.

Wine in hand, you booked a flight, made accommodations, and hired a local guide.

Getting to the dense jungle where the Library was rumored to be was easy but traversing the jungle was another story. Your guide halfway through called it off but you were determined, taking the map and satellite phone and continuing alone on your journey which brought you to where you were now standing.

The Library was an very old stone structure, made of some kind of smooth sandstone. Most of it was covered in thick vines, the dense trees growing around the structure and making it seem very much a part of the jungle.

Two stone slab doors stood between you and the contents of the building as you checked your father’s notes, comparing them with the notebook he’d stashed with the other items.

Entering the library was no easy task but it wasn’t impossible.

A complex series of dials must be turned according to a riddle which was already solved by your parents. As you turned the last dial and it clicked into place, a mechanism behind the stone started to move and before your very eyes, the doors opened inward to reveal the inner corridor was nothing but a dark and empty void.

Taking the flashlight from your pack, you turned it on and headed inside, reminding yourself to put one foot in front of the other as you started into the blackness.

Your footsteps echoed around the walls as you walked down what seemed to be an impossibly long corridor, turning your flashlight around to keep a sharp eye on anything you might encounter from jungle animals to deadly insects or even plants. Your guide had warned you of the many dangers that awaited in not only the Library but the jungle as well.

Finally, just as you were about to give up, a dim light could be seen in the distance. Speeding up, you continued on your way, the first real sign of promise within your grasp.

As you neared what you assumed to be the end of the tunnel, the shape of the light grew in size until you emerged from the passage into a round room with a domed ceiling.

Around the walls were various bookshelves that had clearly seen better days. Old ruined books and stacks of yellowed paper lined the shelves and a thick layer of dust coated everything. Between breaks in the shelves were arched doorways.

You counted seven in total.

In the center of the room was what you could only describe as a stage, octagonal in shape and made of the same pale sandstone. Stone pillars stood in the eight corners, reaching from floor to domed ceiling and matched the same color of stone that everything else was made of.

Standing atop the stone stage, was a dark redwood desk. You carefully glanced around before ascending the few steps up to get a better look at the desk. It was a curved semi circular shape with a few stacks of aged paper as well as an old writing set.

As you inspected the desk, a voice rang out, echoing off the domed stone ceiling.

“Who are you?”

You nearly screamed as you jumped, spinning around to find you were not alone in the room as you had previously assumed.

Standing before you was a man. He had black hair, golden skin and was tall with a slim figure. He wore an entirely black ensemble, complete with a black brocade vest, black dress coat, and black trousers. His shoes were made of a shiny black leather with golden metal tips at the toe.

Your eyes snapped back up to meet his curious gaze.

When you didn't answer him, he spoke again.

“Who are you?”

Taking a quick breath, you answered him in a rush.

“I'm so sorry, I had no idea anyone was here!” The words burst from your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. You apologized profusely as the man looked at you, amused.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked and you froze, uncertain of how you should respond before finally settling on an answer.

“I guess I just got nervous,” you answered sheepishly. The man tilted his head, like a puppy would upon having its name called.

“Why?”

You shrugged in response to his question. “I suppose I just wasn't expecting to meet anyone here.”

The man smiled again as he closed the distance between the two of you slowly, his footsteps echoing around the room with each step.

“And what are you doing here?” He asked. You hesitated to respond.

How exactly would you explain your reasoning for being here?

'My parents died and my father had a box of stuff relating to this place?'

No, he’d think you were absolutely mad.

Sensing your hesitation, the man took another step forward, climbing the steps one at a time. “You’d be surprised by the answers I get,” he started as he ascended the steps, stopping just before you.

You looked at him as he studied you. This close, you could see his dark brown, almost black eyes, darting around your face, seemingly taking in every feature.

“I’ve heard it all,” he continued, starting to circle you slowly as he looked over you.

“Fame, fortune, glory,” he rattled off as he continued to circle you like a predator.

“But what’s your excuse?”

You cleared your throat, turning to look at him behind you where he had stopped, meeting your gaze with an unreadable expression.

“Legacy I suppose,” you finally answered. The man’s eyes narrowed.

“Legacy?” His tone was curious and he waited for you to continue.

You decided there was no reason for you to lie and so you told him everything.

When you were done explaining the bedtime stories, the death of your parents, the inheritance, and finally the box in the attic, he continued to look at you curiously. “That’s a new one,” he admitted. “I’ve never heard of someone continuing in their parents’ steps before. So you aren’t here for the treasure?”

You shrugged again. “If there’s one to find, I’m not opposed to that, but that’s not entirely what brought me here. I’m fueled more by curiosity.”

The man smirked at you. “Curiosity is a dangerous thing,” he replied, continuing his circling from before. “They say curiosity killed the cat.”

His eyes met yours and you could have sworn you saw a flash of color in them.

Pushing it from your mind, you spoke up in retaliation.

“They also say satisfaction brought it back.”

The man’s smirk widened until he was chuckling.

"And so it did,” he said softly, moving to stand in front of you, his face mere inches from yours. “And is that what you hope to find, kitten? Satisfaction?”

Your stomach knotted at the use of the nickname, heat rushing to your core as you stared back at the man. “Perhaps,” you answered, trying to remain as unaffected as possible. The man chuckled again as he stepped around you and over to the desk.

“If it is satisfaction you seek,” he continued as he took a seat at the desk and glanced up at you. “Then perhaps you will find what you seek.” You watched him as he stared back at you.

"Satisfaction takes many forms," he continued, eyes studying you carefully. "I myself am also looking for it, in a way," he added before opening a drawer and reaching inside.

You watched as he pulled out a wooden box and set it on the desk.

You stared at it for a moment and then looked up at him. “What is it?”

The man gestured to the box. “Open it,” he said simply.

Sensing your reluctance, he sighed and reached over to undo the clasp holding the box shut and opened the lid, turning the box to show you the contents.

Or lack thereof.

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you and the desk to peer into the box.

A velvet lining covered the inside with indents in the material where something or rather a few somethings had been housed. Six of them to be precise.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking up from the interior of the box to meet his eyes.

“If you seek satisfaction, you’ll find it here in the Library,” he started, looking at you with his sharp eyes. “But to seek anything in this library, you need my permission first.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What, are you the librarian?” you snorted. The man smiled, clearly amused as well.

“Of sorts,” he answered. “Come,” he stated as he got up and beckoned you to follow him.

Descending the steps, you followed him around the room until he stopped near one of the doors. “Each door is locked,” he started to explain, taking the knob in his hand and trying to turn it and showing how it didn’t budge.

You glanced up at him as he looked down to meet your gaze.

“So how do I get in?” The man shook his head.

“You humans are always so eager. Just go in blindly without knowing what you’re looking for or who you’ll meet,” he said, sounding mildly annoyed.

It was your turn to sound annoyed.

“Okay, then explain it to me.”

The man crossed his arms over his chest and studied you for a moment before answering.

“I assume you don’t need an introduction to the Library. You clearly know what this place is.”

You nodded in response. “This place is home to a legendary treasure,” the man continued. You nodded again. “Yes, everyone knows that,” you interrupted.

The man’s smile was replaced with a frown. “Don’t interrupt,” he said sternly. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “A legendary treasure is hidden here. As you stated, everyone who knows about this place, knows this. What they don’t know is where that treasure is hidden,” he added, his smirk back as your eyes widened.

“And you do?”

The man nodded slowly. “That I do.”

“Well, that gives you a distinct advantage,” you replied. “Why not take the treasure for yourself?” The man laughed loudly at this.

“What need would I have for the treasure?” He asked, shoulders still shaking from his laughter as it started to subside. You shrugged your shoulders. “What need does anyone have for treasure?” You asked in response.

The man chuckled again. “You humans are always so predictable. Greedy, selfish, self destructive,” he said, stepping forward, forcing you to back up until you were caged between him and the end of a shelf. “Us humans?” You asked, realizing you hadn’t picked up on it before, but he’d referenced a difference between himself and your species.

“Are you saying you aren’t human?”

His smile widened as he looked down at you. “You’ve finally caught on,” he said, sounding both pleased and disappointed. “I figured you would have noticed by now.” You glanced over him quickly. “You look human,” you noted.

He shook his head. “You aren’t looking. Truly looking,” he replied.

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, he pulled away.

“But we’re getting off topic,” he said, taking a few steps away and turning to look at you. Staring at him, trying to see what he meant earlier, you noticed something different. At first glance, he looked completely human but then his eyes did that same thing, a flash of color before they returned to the same dark brown.

He seemed to have an aura about him. Something you couldn’t quite see but you could catch glimpses of it. Almost like a flicker. As you stared at him, witnessing these phenomena, he smiled.

“There,” he said finally. “You see it.”

You stared in awe. “What are you?” You asked, not even realizing how rude it might sound. The man didn’t seem to mind however.

“I’m something your kind cannot comprehend,” he answered. “Not fully anyway.”

“Who are you?” You asked in response to his answer. He smiled wider.

“See, I asked you that same simple question earlier,” he said, in the same amused tone from before, the same smile present on his face as he studied you.

“A question you still haven't answered,” he noted, one of his eyebrows raising up.

You realized he was right. He’d asked you much earlier who you were and you hadn’t answered him. “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” The man crossed the short distance between you in moments, startling you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied, face inches from yours again.

“I’m Seonghwa and I’m the Keeper of Keys," he replied.

"Welcome to the Library of Illusion.”

[fantasy-brat]

Tw: manipulation, /dubcon, cheating (Minors DNI) this is a dark piece of fiction, you've got the warnings if you continue to read that is your responsibility and solely on yourself. Also sorry about any grammar and spelling errors, I didn't proofread this just typed and hit publish

Wonbin was your best friend's boyfriend who you had been crushing on for years, even before they started dating. She didn't know that of course, nobody did, they all saw you as the it girl's lame, meek and uninteresting best friend. It had been that way in high school and continued into college where the two of you met Wonbin. He was a music major who you saw sitting on a bench one day fiddling with his bass. You haven't taken your eyes off of him a day since, no matter how late or how busy you were, you made sure to walk by that same exact area to catch a peak at the long haired boy.

He was usually by himself or with the same six friends he had. He was painstakingly beautiful and it crushed your soul how afraid you were to talk to him. He couldn't have had a girlfriend yet it made no sense why he wouldn't have one, he was too perfect to be single. Weeks after following him around, you found out where he worked and where his dorm was, casually taking walks by to stare at your pretty introverted princess. Wonbin brightened up your day like no other, not even your best friend who you've shared a soul with since you were nine. Whenever your friends took jabs at you being a lowly virgin who hadn't even kissed anyone yet, or a professor harshly graded your work, a 5 minute stare at Wonbin could fix your entire day.

You tried not to be obvious not wanting to freak him out, but sometimes you wish it was obvious in the hopes that he'd see you were interested and walk up to you. But he never did, and you were fine with it, fine with your stuck to routine. So imagine your surprise when Wonbin broke this routine and was sitting cuddled up next to your best friend, in your shared apartment. You were stunned that the long haired beauty was sitting in your apartment, almost wanting to believe he was there for you until you saw the scene before you. She was all over him, and it made you want to puke. She was sitting directly on top on him in his lap, his own legs were stretched out onto your coffee table intertwined with her legs. Her head was on his chest and her arms were shoved underneath his hoodie exposing his olive- toned abs. Wonbin was leaning his head down to rest his cheek against the top of her's and they both looked up when they saw you step into the room.

Your best friend removed her hands from underneath his hoodie and sat up in his lap, smiling at you as you walked into the room. "Hey, you're home! This is the guy I've been telling you about, my new boyfriend." she grinned at you before looking lovingly up at Wonbin. Your face remained cold, a storm was brewing inside of you and silence was the only way to keep it at bay. Your lack of response caused an awkward silence, both your best friend and Wonbin's cheeks flushed at your hard stare. He cleared his throat and sat up straighter "Hi Y/N it's nice to meet you, Kira has told me so much about you." You just removed your eyes from her and blankly stared at him, you wanted stick your thumbs in his eyeballs until he bled out. How dare he? After practically stalking him for months, he never notices you and has the nerve to go after your best friend? Hadn't he known what their connection had meant to you, and now he's broken your heart.

Kira, knowing you better than anyone else could sense your approaching anger boiling inside of you. "Babe, did you have a bad day? Do you want to join us and watch the movie, we ordered Pizza, your favorite too, a meat lover's."

You continued to glare daggers at Wonbin for at least a minute, before looking towards your best friend and plastering on a fake smile, unable to mask the coldness in your eyes. "No....Thank you.", you deadpanned before stomping away towards your room, and that's how it's stayed for years. A growing resentment towards Wonbin that you couldn't mask no matter how hard you tried. A small part of you had hoped he couldn't take your bitterness and left your best friend, but no, they've stayed together for four long years. You refused to look at another man since, not wanting to waste more months of your life on one just to be utterly disappointed. Your friends continued to pick at your single-status and Wonbin, wanting to help even offered to introduce some of his friends to you. "Sungchan is a really cool guy, I'm sure the two of you would get along great." You practically bit his head for that, and any other time he tries to speak to you. Wonbin could never do anything right to you, no matter how hard he tried.

You would see her sadness at her best friend's rejection of her relationship, and you'd hear her cry when the fights between you got bad enough to make him burst into tears. "Please, please, stop being so hard on him.", she begged you with tears running down her face one night. You just scoffed at her and remained cold, "Why should I care about not hurting that absolute bum?" She'd sob into defeat before angrily spitting out "This is why you've never been able to get a guy and I'm your only friend. You're such a miserable bitch." You'd let out a chuckle before turning your eyes towards her "and yet... here you are, begging this bitch for kindness."

Your actions towards Wonbin have clearly put a strain on your friendship, yet neither of you actually made the step to try and end it. Even after graduation and you moved out of your shared apartment. Kira, moving into one with Wonbin and you renting one near your job. Even as the two of you naturally grew distant as you began truly adulting into the work world, working in two different fields. You sadly saw Wonbin less, and when you did see him you began to notice the strain in their relationship. They weren't assaulting your eyes with PDA like they always used to and the soft-bitch boy began getting snappier and snappier with Kira. As for Kira the rare times you two got to sit down alone at your apartment to share a glass of wine, she bitched about Wonbin wasn't supportive of her career, at least how he acted like he was. She talked about his jadedness from failing to break into the music industry as an artist, choosing to work as a guitar and dance teacher instead. "I really love him, I do, I just feel like he gave up without even trying." You never said anything just silently listened to the resentment grow between them before taking a sip of your wine.

Another year pasts and like you had hoped for years at one point, they finally broke up. It was short lived though, getting back together not even 4 months later. The relationship was failing and everyone could see they were holding on to try and make it work. The next time you see Wonbin you hadn't even realized it was him at first, his back was turned to you, after you walked into a random room during a new year's party. "Oh, I'm sorry." you apologized after interrupting the couple who were currently sucking on each other's faces. The two jumped and split apart, the guy practically launching himself into the wall to get away from the woman. This is when you finally see his face, short hair in place of the long gone long locks and plump lips parted in surprised. His cheeks were flushed like they usually were whenever you were around, no doubt about it, it was Wonbin.

"Wonbin?", you muttered in surprised at seeing him at this new year's party, he was the last person you expected to see. It was technically a work party, none of your old friends were here, not even Kira. Kira. Looking towards the woman confirming your thoughts, this woman was not your best friend and yet your best friend's boyfriend was kissing her. "You're cheating." you stated, not asking a question, no matter how messy they've been lately, they were in fact still in a relationship.

"N-n-no, it's not-"

"Then what is it, this woman isn't Kira and yet you were kissing her?"

"Please, let me explain." He stood up from the wall eye's pleading for mercy from the woman who has always tried to tear him down. In comparison to the tears brewing in his eyes, yours remained cold and face was as hard as a statue. Looking away from his teary eyes, you looked towards the swollen lipped woman who looked uncomfortable and confused. "Get out." you said to her barely above a whisper, she practically sighed in relief before adjusting her clothes and trying to fix as her hair as she jogged out of the room. After watching her go you looked back towards the man who was practically shaking with fear.

"I knew you were always pathetic, I didn't think you'd be a cheater too." you shot at him, seeing him flinch at the words pathetic and cheater.

"It's not as simple as it looks, Kira and I have been fighting all time an-"

"And?"

"And she said some really hurtful things to me tonight."

"What did she say?", The room you were was a small sitting room, you grabbed a chair and sat down wanting to hear what would make Wonbin of all people cheat on his girlfriend. You knew personally he wasn't anything like he looked, he was a meek crybaby afraid to upset the people he loved, and has much as you loathed to admit it, he loved your best friend.

Wonbin watched you take a seat, relaxing a bit at your lack of aggression that you usually had during your interactions. Choosing not to grab a chair, he directly took a seat on the floor in front of you before spilling his guts.

"She told me, she thought I was a loser and that the one thing she kept me around for I was getting sloppy at."

"What was that?", You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, looking down at the damn near whimpering man sitting in front on you. He squirmed a little, clearly hesitating to tell. "What?" you snapped at him making him jump from the raising of your voice.

"S-s-she said I was bad at sex.", He whispered

"The whole thing?"

"N-no, she said I was bad at eating her out.", a tear streamed down his face as he flushed in humiliation. The shock at the statement caused you to burst out laughing in his face, Wonbin looked down in shame. "Are you serious?"

"I wasn't always bad at it, she just likes different things now and we aren't as compatible as we were before."

"Can't wait to hear what she thinks of these excuses for cheating."

"W-what?", His big eyes widening in shock.

"What, you didn't think I wasn't going to tell her were you?"

"But I-"

"Were still about to cheat on your girlfriend, my best friend. Any sob story you were about to spit out wasn't going to change that." You stood up towering over Wonbin before continuing to berate him.

"You can't use your sad dick or mouth right and that some how means you get free reign to cheat instead of I don't know, breaking up with her? Wow, Wonbin you're continuing to prove how much of a bum you are."

Wonbin's head hung low as you threw insult after insult at him, when you were finished he wiped the tears off his face and stood up, bravely looking you in the eyes for the first time in years. He never understood your hatred towards him, when all he ever did was try to be kind to you. Every olive branch he extended was shot down and he was berated while you were doing it. He wasn't in college anymore, he didn't need to stand there and listen to you treat him like shit.

"I'm leaving." He mumbled and turned to head towards the door before hearing you jump up to stop him.

"Where are you going?"

"To tell Kira what happened before you do, maybe she'll forgive me and we can work past this." He watched you slowly walk up to him, one of the rare times he saw emotion on your face. You were hesitating about something and looked a little desperate.

"You don't have to tell her, I'll keep it a secret, if I can get something in return." You finally said after silently staring at him for a few seconds, raising your eyes from his collarbone to main eye contact.

"What is it?"

"You wanted to cheat didn't you, kiss me.", You leaned in only to have Wonbin step back and furrow his eyebrows, you didn't want to figure out if it was in confusion or disgust. The rejection was already humiliating enough. "Fine, I'll just call her now and tell her that you already fucked that girl." You spat out while taking out your phone before continuing "She's been getting sick of you anyway, I doubt she's going to be so forgiving this time."

"W-w-wait but I didn't sleep wi-"

"Does it matter, you still cheated and you really think she'll stay?" Your words sinking in, finally making him realize how badly he fucked up in the situation. His and Kira's relationship was hanging on by a thread and one of reasons they kept coming back to each other was their former passionate love. If she finds out her image of their former passion would be destroyed and he couldn't let them end like this.

He looked down at your lips, they were a light pink color and just as full as his lips. He's never looked at you that way, it would be hard to look at someone who has made you cry countless times with anything less than disdain, yet, he swallowed hard and pressed his lips against you.

Finally, after all this years of wondering what his plush lips felt like against yours, Wonbin was finally kissing you. You had to stop yourself from smiling into the kiss instead grabbing the back of his neck and pressing him against you even harder. He tried to keep it simple at first but when you started tonguing at his lips he opened them and let you explore his mouth with your tongue. It felt good, you smelled good, if you had told him 3 years ago that he would be kissing his beloved girlfriend's horrible best friend, he would tell you to shoot him.

You pulled away with a smack of the lips, breaking him away from his thoughts, you were annoyed and he almost shivered at the sight. Wonbin always ended up in tears whenever you were annoyed. "Kiss me back Wonbin." you demanded raising your eyebrows in expectance.

"O-okay.", He nodded leaning in exploring your own mouth with his tongue. It felt like hours that the two of you stood there slowly and sloppily making out. The only sounds in the room were the movements of lips and tongue against each and the occasional moan you made. Wonbin didn't want to admit that the sounds of your moans caused his dick to ache. You stood on top of his feet to stop the strain that would come to both of your necks. Both your cheeks were starting to get covered in the other's spit, running down and dripping off of your chin. You finally pulled away, almost creaming at the sight of the long string of spit connecting the two of you. Wonbin's lips were even plumper than usual and all around his mouth was swollen and red, if they two of you kissed any harder he might've started bleeding.

He felt you reach down and palm and at his dick that was increasing growing hard at your touch. Despite this goosebumps appeared on his skin and his body grew stiff, he thought you just wanted to kiss? Seeing the question in his eyes you chuckled, biting your lip as you looked at the bulge in his jeans.

"You really didn't think I'd keep the secret for just a kiss did you? This is what you came here to do anyway."

"Bu-"

"Do you really want to tell me no right now, because not only did you cheat on her with that other bitch, you just made out with and got hard from her best friend? Stopping being a pussy Wonbin."

"Okay.", He muttered ignoring his hard on to sulk at his lack of choice in the situation. He never expected to kiss you, let alone have sex with you.

"Don't pout, maybe you and I will be more "compatible" than you and Kira are. Now take your clothes off." You ordered him tugging his shirt up to reveal his toned stomach, and teasingly tugged on his belt unbuckling it. He silently obeyed looking down at the ground as he stripped himself down in front of the woman who practically gives him nightmares. He was terrified to be so vulnerable in front of you, afraid you'd pick his body apart like you've done his every action.

Once he finally had the courage to look up from the ground, completely naked in front of you. He watched you sit back down in the chair you were in previously. Your eyes went over his body, the same blank stare on your face that you've always had. He almost wanted to say something, when you finally did something and that was reach under your skirt and pulled your panties off, tossing them in front of his feet. He only glanced at them for a second, and even then he still got a clear view of your wet slick staining your panties before looking back up at you to see what you would do next.

"You're going to jack your sad dick off while you sniff my panties. Then we're going to see if your mouth is as shitty as she says it.", You instructed, slowly spreading your legs while you stated the last sentence. He couldn't see up your skirt, but a shiver went down his spine knowing your bare core was underneath, waiting for him to burry himself inside of you. "Understood?"

"Yes." He answered before sinking down on his knees, slowly picking up the soiled panties and pressing them to his nose. He inhaled your scent and began slowly pumping his cock, closing his eyes when the eye contact got too intense for him.

"Don't worry, she won't find out, it'll be our little secret."

[sugawhaaa]

JUNHAN X READER

Communication

Disclaimer~this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone! This is just for pure imagination and creativity

Genre~smut (dom!) Junhan x (sub!) Reader

Warnings~suggestive (like right from the start)

Word count: 2,045

A/N: I totally didn't write this on the bus, at school and right next to my parents 😍 anyways I've been working on this Junhan fanfic for a LONG time and I just never got a good time to really work on it so it's kinda bad 😭 I overall like it and hope you do too <3

Synopsis: You have been horny ever since Junhan changed his hair color but you could not muster up the confidence to tell Junhan your need for attention until he did it for you.

You stood in front of Junhan hair spraying his bangs as he held his eyes closed to avoid the spray getting in his eyes. You adjusted his soft black hair a little before spraying once again. Today they were doing their photoshoot for their comeback hello world. It was an all white room paired with a lot of studio lights and projections. Junhan was in his assigned all red outfit with slightly crimped hair and a lot of jewelry. You told him you were finished and he opened his eyes. His relaxed, hooded eyes met yours and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Junhan's new hair was so good looking you swore you fell for him all over again when you saw he changed it. Admittedly you've been horny all the time since he changed his hair. It wasn't because of his hair, it was just a coincidence. Despite your intense need for attention lately you refused to tell your boyfriend. Last time you did anything sexual it was so awkward, not that he didn't make you feel good (those fingers are laced with magic no doubt) but you felt he didn't actually want to please you. He just silently did as you asked with no reaction really. And even when you gave him a handjob he hardly even made a sound. Now for his sake you choose not to tell him and just suffer through your needy state. 

"Something wrong?" Junhan asked you softly. You snapped out of your dirty thoughts. 

"Sorry, nope! Everything's great," you smiled reassuringly though your tightly pressed thighs would suggest otherwise. 

"Okay. Just remember if somethings wrong tell me please," he said sincerely and you just nodded. 

Meanwhile the other members watched painfully from afar. Gaon sighed heavily. Making his hyungs ask what was wrong.

"Oh it's nothing, just those two," he shook his head and looked up at you two. Ode stopped taking selfies and turned to Gaon.

"What do you mean? They look fine," Ode commented.

"Are you crazy? It's so obvious she's craving attention and he's just not picking up on it," Gaon pointed out. The members looked confused

"What do you mean? I don't see it," jungsu shrugged. Gunil sat down next to jiseok on a little bench.

"Just look at her body language, look really hard," Gaon said pointing towards you and Junhan. Jungsu, Gunil and Ode all looked at you two intensely. "First of all her outfit is rather revealing and attracting, she's trying to make as much physical contact as possible without making it weird," Gaon was able to point out almost everything "Oh and of course the thighs never lie," 

"Wow you sure know your stuff Gaon," Jungsu said surprised "usually your so shy when it comes to this stuff,"

"What stuff?" Gaon laughed awkwardly.

"Girls." The members said in unison. It was undoubtedly true, Gaon could hardly speak to you when you first started hanging out with them outside of work and you found it hilarious which made him more awkward. 

"That's not true!" Gaon protested "anyways, do you guys see what I mean though?" Jiseok quickly changed the subject. 

"I see it, one hundred percent," Gunil nodded and the other members agreed.

"This is getting painful to watch," Ode pinched in. The members started whining and freaking out and it finally caught the attention of you and Junhan. You were holding both hands in each other's hands when you heard Gaon groan loudly, making Junhan's gaze snap right over to him. Gaon tried to act surprised when he noticed Junhan staring at him.

"I should probably go with them, I think we're gonna start group photos soon," Junhan said calmly. 

"Alright I'm going to do something about this! I'm going to have a little talk with those two," Gaon smiled at the boys and they all nodded in agreement and determination. That's when Junhan came over to the members and Gunil and Jungsu took this as their time to talk to you. 

You were admiring Junhan slightly zoning out as your eyes scanned him up and down. Daydreaming about him of course, that's when Gunil surprised you. "So," he said, "how has your relationship with Junhan been?" Gunil asked out of nowhere. You were shocked to hear something like that so out of the blue. 

"Um it's been good," you blankly lied. It wasn't a complete lie but still you weren't speaking your mind.

"You sure? You can tell us, we won't utter a word to Junhan if you don't want us to "Jungsu persuaded you. You thought for a moment before deciding to screw it. I'm gonna tell them because they're very trustworthy.

"Well if you want me to be honest I've been a little frustrated lately. I've been really needy and I want Junhans help but I just can't ask him to help," you were happy to finally get that off your chest to someone. The other two on the other hand seemed surprised at your honesty. 

"Why won't you just, you know, tell him?" Jungsu asked as you started walking to put away the hair spray and combs you had from earlier and the boys followed you.

"If you want me to be honest it's because I don't think he'd want to help," you said calmly as you put the combs on one of the desks. 

"Why wouldn't he? He's your boyfriend!" Gunil said as Jungus nodded intently showing him agreement with Gunil. You sighed.

"I don't feel comfortable telling you everything but, to say the least, last time he didn't seem to enjoy it," you explained. The boys seemed confused.

"Well you could try again," Jungsu suggested and you just shook your head.

"It'd be too awkward and I'd be too tense. You can't change my mind so stop trying," you said, sitting down and taking a sip of your coffee.

"Okay but you don't have to be rude about it!" Gunil complained and you laughed.

"Sorry I didn't mean it like that," 

•《Junhan POV》•

I walked over to reunite with my members but when I got there I was not expecting to hear this.

"So Junhan," Gaon said, looking up at me. "What's the scoop on you and Y/N?" He said as if it were a very important question. I mean of course Y/N is important to me but it seemed like he was collecting info or data like a detective.

"Um I don't know," I said sitting down next to him. I wasn't sure what he meant so I didn't know how to answer properly.

"How have you been treating her? How has she been treating you?" He asked using more information this time. I explained everything to him, not in great detail but just what was happening. She had been confusing me lately, she was acting differently. Not mean per se but just different I don't know. "I see," Gaon said once I finished explaining. "Well have you, I don't know, given her much attention lately?" He asked.

"Well yeah," I said looking down at my hands continuing to fiddle with them as we talked.

"I mean like…" Jiseok said before pausing. "Sexually?" After he said that I got embarrassed, my face was heating up very fast. 

"Well no, but she hasn't asked to and I don't think she'd want to," I said. The last time we did anything sensual she didn't seem to enjoy it much. She was very vocal and loud but physically she didn't seem very interested. She hardly even cummed. 

"Why not!?" Ode immediately asked. And I explained to them my reasons. They told me to just "give it another shot" and maybe try something a little different? Maybe talk more to her or try different tactics. But how was I supposed to know what she likes? Does she like praise or teasing? Or perhaps degrading? What if she preferred me to be quiet? What if she likes a little pain? Or what if she doesn't? There's just too many questions and I don't know how to get an answer to.

•《your POV》•

After the photoshoot it was time to go home and after some advice from Jungsu and Gunil you decided you would try to talk to Junhan. Communication is key in a relationship. So you had a script in your mind of what you were going to say. Something along the lines of.

"So Junhan I've been thinking lately that we haven't done anything sexual in a while and I was wondering if you'd want to?" Something kind of like that. Although now that you're thinking about it…it's kinda cringy. Man, why is communicating so hard sometimes? You sighed. 

"Something wrong?" Junhan immediately asked. You were eating dinner with the crew when you were going over your script.

"Um nope everything's great!" You said cheerfully.

"Okay," Junhan said, clearly not convinced you were okay. You finished eating dinner and decided you were going to ask Junhan to talk in private but everything just kept getting in the way of you asking him so it was about 7 o'clock when you finally got to ask him

"Junhan," you said softly tugging on his purple sweater. "Can we go talk? In private?" You spoke softly and avoided his gaze. 

"Sure," he said, going into your shared room. You walked in first and stood in the center of the room. Junhan latched the door and turned to you. "So you wanted to talk?" He said calmly and that's when you forgot your entire script. 

How did it go again? You thought to yourself as your face started heating up. You stammered out an answer. "Well I wanted to talk about…" you were too embarrassed and him looking at you did not help. Tears started pricklying at your eyes like needles. You were just so frustrated that you couldn't verbally say what you wanted but you needed it now. That's when you noticed Junhan's gaze getting more concerned. 

"What do you need?" He asked you coming in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck and barrier your face in his shoulder. 

"You," you said basically whining. Junhan let out a "hm?" Sound basically asking for you to elaborate. "I need you," 

"Need me to what?" He asked sweetly, petting your head.

"Need you inside me," you said embarrassed and instantly shoving your face back into his shoulder. You could feel his body relax at your words, his shoulders fell back down and his breath slowed. 

"I can do that." He said blankly. And you looked up at him letting go of the hug. You were surprised and happy. There was no big explanation, he just knew what you wanted. As you were smiling up at him he pounced on you. His hands aggressively grab the sheets at both sides of your body. You laid on the bed looking up at him with your hands above your head. He smirked a little before grabbing both of your wrists with one hand and pulling them together, holding your hands together. Your face remained shocked as his other hand worked quickly to remove your clothes. Unzipping your tight skirt at your hip before sliding it off you. 

"I only have one request," he whispered in your ear as his hand played with the hem of your panties. "As long as you tell me how much you like it. Otherwise I'll punish you,"

[softest-epilogue]

doing an entire Eddie Diaz analysis because I keep seeing so much about the most recent episode/recent interviews about the episode, and what this means for his character, and it’s all annoying me. sooo here we go. spoilers for up to 911’s 7x07

with the cheating arc that’s on our doorstep, there’s so much I want to say. Ryan’s now mentioned it in the articles that came out post-episode how Eddie’s had this idealized version of his relationship with Shannon in his head & has been searching for that ever since she died. he fully calls it a delusion, which it is. everything he went though with Shannon was so intense. they were so young, it was mixed in with having Christopher & the trauma from Afghanistan, as well as him running away & then Shannon running away — it was a lot, a whirlwind. they got married on a technicality, because he felt like he should, like he had to with her getting pregnant. and because Eddie has historically put Christopher above everything else, wanting his mother to be in the picture, wanting to be that all-american nuclear family has been drilled into his head, so even despite her asking for a divorce right before dying, he still had this vision of what they should have been in his head. he’s been fully stunted since she died relationship wise. he’s trying to find what he thought he had with Shannon (& he feels he was supposed to have had). so we had Ana — who he both jumped into head first by introducing her to Chris as his girlfriend so soon, while simultaneously feeling so wrong about the idea of committing to her to the point of panic attacks. it felt wrong, he knew that, but he was trying to fit it into a certain box that just wasn’t happening. and then with Marisol, it’s honestly so not well thought out with the writers that it’s ridiculous at this point but we see him doing exactly the same thing — jumping into something (presumably) very quickly, having her move in when on screen we’ve barely seen or heard anything of her, haven’t seen Christopher with her, etc, while then also having the full freak out when she moves in & he finds out about the nun thing (cue catholic guilt/repression being actually said by Eddie despite it clearly being an overarching theme since the beginning with him). we know he’s stuck. he’s so stuck on this fantastical idea of him & Shannon in his head that it makes absolute sense that when he sees a doppelgänger of her, of course he’s going to do stupid shit. he doesn’t think relationships through deeply — yes, he overthinks so much to the point of panic, but he never actually does any introspection into it because he’s still so stuck on this idea of Shannon in his head since she died. I get people hate cheaters but like 1. it’s fiction and 2. it absolutely makes complete sense in this moment. he’s spiraling, has been spiraling for a long time. this is going to break apart in a very intense way for him (look at what Ryan said about how Eddie has always had someone to run to, but how he might not have that in season 8). however it happens — whether he accidentally calls her Shannon, or Buck sees them together and obviously calls Eddie out on his shit (both for lying to him & Chris, and also ya know, all of it) or some other big thing that happens that completely obliterates both what he has with Marisol & what he’s trying to do with Kim — it’s going to unravel. Ryan also said that season 8 is going to be almost like a “refresh button” for Eddie & an opportunity for him to finally let go of his past so that a new future can enter. we have to see this through. he has to unravel & spiral in a way that leads to real consequences for it to fully sink in for him. like I 100% think Chris is going to be involved in this, as well as Buck, but definitely Chris. he needs to disappoint Chris so much to the point where he’s smacked in the face with the reality of what he’s doing & has been trying to do for years in terms of relationships/finding a partner/finding a substitute mother for Chris. he needs to hit bottom before he can come back up stronger & better. people are focusing a lot on buddie in regards to everything with Kim & Marisol, and I do love them with my whole heart, but now isn’t the time. we need to see Eddie break down first. be by himself, realize he’s enough as a father, see what he really wants.

[memyselfandmya]

8 days until JWCT

OH MY GOD NEW CLIP NEW CLIP NEW CLIP

I'd like to apologize in advance if this is a little hectic. I'm so excited and my mind is absolutely reeling and my thoughts are running around so if things are a little unorganized please excuse me.

So first things first, YASAMMY IS STILL TOGETHER. I'm so happy to see that. The moment where Yaz was like "ohmygosh are you okay?" was everything to me I'm actually dying inside. And it's confirmed. Ben saying, "Get in between two girlfriends?" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Yaz's "Tadaa" in the opening was so on point and in character. These characters still feel very much the same just older and I absolutely love them. They captured her adorable awkwardness perfectly. The background is absolutely gorgeous, I love these new urban settings. Sammy just trying to be a supportive girlfriend <3 I LOVE YOU SAMMY AND YOU LOOK DROP DEAD GORGEOUS

Big Ben is still a big dork <3. Him screaming from the hologram has me dying. The way Sammy is just shocked but Ben is being all extra throwing his legs up and doing another extra little scream. Oh Ben you big doofus I love you.

Ben is my reaction to all this Chaos Theory stuff and Sammy is everyone looking at me freak out w concern.

Along with this clip we have an interview with the showrunners.

"We really wanted to focus on Yaz’s emotional journey as she dealt with the PTSD she suffered from during Camp Cretaceous, and then on what her reaction would be once the dinosaurs made it to the mainland. We had always imagined after Camp C that she would go on to college and study psychology and use her empathy and experience to help those that suffer the way she did. We really liked the idea of her using cutting-edge “immersion therapy” technology to help herself and others like her in a controlled, safe manner."

This is what most stuck out to me about the whole thing. In the beginning I was worried that they'd neglect the trauma that these kids went through but I have to say that I am pleasantly surprised they're putting focus on it, especially with Yaz who we sort of first saw suffer from PTSD in CC. With kids shows, creators usually aren't willing to dive into deep subjects and they typically follow a "one-and-done" storyline as I like to call it. They have an episode that focuses on one thing and then the next episode is an entirely different thing. And while I understand that on an audience level--- kids have short attention spans and don't stay on topic---I'm glad to see that both CC and CT are paying attention towards (consistently) acknowledging the darker sides and the trauma. Also hearing about where her character went/is going is so incredible to see and it's crazy to say that I'm proud of a fictional character but I really am. It's concerning how much I love these characters but denying that would be denying an entire piece of myself. I need this show like I need air. Y'all better be ready for the longest ass posts I'm going to make next friday. Just 8 more days. Almost one more week.

One day if you're going to be watching the first episode tomorrow. After careful consideration I do think I will attempt to watch it tomorrow. I think deep down I knew this was going to happen however with the newly released clips it showed me that watching some of the show in advanced doesn't dim my excitedness and really it only amplifies it. Obviously, if you choose not to watch it, totally valid and I respect your decision. I will keep my account "spoiler free" in that if I talk about the first episode I'll use the keep reading feature and the spoiler tag out of respect for those who don't want to or can't see it yet.

So you will catch me on Roblox tmrw. If anything it'll probably be around 4:30/5:00 cst. I don't know if it's an all day thing but that's what I'm assuming it is. If you want to join me my acc is @/greekqueendemigod (don't judge I chose the name when I was like 12) and u can just send me a friend request and if you do lmk in the comments bc i'm not always checking.

[darklinaforever]

So... There's really just interest that the Wyler relationship is on hiatus, instead of the writers having just taken the romantic aspect out of nowhere. Because removing the romance between these two makes no sense. Especially when Jenna said that Tyler was off the mark in terms of romance, the writers corrected it by saying that, yes, Tyler's feelings for Wednesday would continue to be explored. But if they took off their jackets and just took off the romance to please Jenna, they're cowards. I'm sick of these writers who create romances and then try the next season to pretend it never existed. Either Jenna is lying so we don't get spoilers. Or else she's delirious. Everything is possible. Actors have lied before to avoid spoilers, and sometimes other actors, like those on HOTD, make statements about their characters that have nothing to do with what's happening on the show. Like Emma D'arcy saying Daemyra is a grooming relationship... So let's wait and see before we freak out.

Also, what's Jenna's problem with ROMANCE ?! In case she doesn't know, she and others who criticize this aspect of fiction, well it's actually the best and best selling type of story ! People like it ! I'm seriously sick of the fact that today romance is considered almost dirty. That's the limit. A story with romance in it, even if it's not the central subject ?! "Yuck ! How horrifying ! Besides, it's so unmature and unoriginal !" Like... Are you going to get people treated. Already because originality, regardless of the type of story, no longer exists. It is not for nothing that we find similar codes in yet very different stories. Then, if you hate to see romance in fiction so much, to the point that it's not mature for you to represent it, I would like to know how you consider it in reality ? You didn't want to fall in love ?! Love is somewhat the basis of human relationships, whatever the form. And I don't understand why today, representing romantic love in fiction is so critical, even almost shameful, as if it were worth less than other types of relationships on this planet ?! I find that seriously infuriating.

Also, I've never seen anyone complain that romance wasn't something appropriate for Wednesday in the movie "Addams Family Values" or even the musical ! And in both versions, the "romance" is between Wednesday and a normal guy. Here, Wednesday's love interest is literally a monstrous creature ! It's much more interesting than these two previous models that NO ONE has ever criticized ! (At least I never have them be...)

Or is it that they don't care about the character of Wednesday to say that romance is not something made for her... She's a fucking teenager ! Shit ! And before you tell me that romance has nothing to do with the general universe of the addams family... GOMEZ AND MORTICIA ?!

It's a universe that has literally given us one of the most beautiful romances of all time ! Why wouldn't their own daughter have the right to give us another fucking iconic romance ?!

So apparently romance isn't something cut out for Wednesday's character. My question is : Why ? Most of Wednesday's performances are when she's a little girl, so okay from then on. But when she is depicted as being in her early teens or as a teenage girl, romance has already been touched on for this character, in two different mediums, a film and a comedy musical.

And nobody had questioned it saying that it was not something appropriate for the character ! The only things that change with the series is that the romantic interests were human and that Wednesday was not the main character, but one of the main ones, since the subject generally remained the Addams family. But in the show, although Wednesday becomes the main character, romance isn't the main topic either, just one of many topics about her, so why is it so bothersome here ? Romance is a part of life, at least for some people. Especially teenagers. And this idea that Wednesday, in particular, is not a character made for a romance, is in fact totally unfounded and biased by this momentum that today society has absolutely associated strong women with celibacy in fiction. Shit. Women can be strong and in love ! One does not prevent the other ! And to think otherwise is very frightening ! It's actually just as scary as the time when women were only associated with romance ! To do the opposite extreme is just as horrible. Especially since I never see this kind of debate when a guy is the hero and he falls in love, even though that's not the main subject of his story. Strangely, no one will criticize…

Also, another detail, the series is somewhat associated with Tim Burton, the majority of whose works contain romances and or couples...

[everydayyoulovemeless]

I don’t know if this was asked before, but maybe reactions of the companions seeing a real life alien spacecraft and said alien? It always bothered me that they never said anything when you discover the ship

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Fo3 Companions Reactions To Seeing An Alien/Alien Spacecraft

➼ Word Count » 0.9k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic ➼ A/N » I'm assuming this was meant for the fo3 companions cuz I remember feeling so cheated when they just watched Lone get kidnapped and never mentioned anything about it

Charon takes his gun out the second he spots the UFO on the other side of the hill and gets noticeably more tense the closer you both get. He'll hold his arm out, silently telling you to stay back as he inspects it closer. He won't have much to say about it, only giving you a few grunts in response if you ask him any questions. Charon hates everything about it. It's too much of a mystery for it to be safe, and tries to shoo you back the way you came from. He panics when the strange blue light covers your form and takes you upward into the spacecraft. He tries to shoot the aliens the moment he spots one wandering around. He doesn't trust them at all and will gladly massacre the whole ship if it means the two of you will end up surviving.

Clover doesn't believe in aliens or understand the hype surrounding them, so when she sees the spacecraft for the first time, she's not all that impressed. If anything, she's bored and will want to go home. Especially when she sees one of the aliens for the first time. She thinks they look disgusting and would want to wipe them out as soon as possible.

Star Paladin Cross finds the UFO to be a technological marvel and would want to take in as much information as she can to take back to the Brotherhood. She'll be slightly distracted with the crashed ship to immediately notice you being taken, but once she looks over and realizes what's happening, she'll take out her gun and start shooting (although she'd prefer it be within range for her to just bash it with her sledgehammer). She'll see the aliens as abominations and will want to slaughter them all the moment she's given the opportunity. The aliens, however, find her robotic body to be fascinating and will try to keep her for further studies.

Jericho thinks it's stupid and will opt to just kick at the crashed spaceship. Who finds these things interesting, anyway? He freaks out a bit when you begin to be abducted as he feels as if it was his fault you got taken. Unlike the others, he won't try and attack the aliens immediately. Instead, he pretends they aren't there and tries to find a button or something to get you guys off and back into the Capital Wasteland. He still thinks the whole thing is stupid, and the entire interaction would make him hate aliens all the more.

Butch is arguably the most excited out of everyone on this list. Ever since he left the vault he's been hoping you both would run into something like this. He'll ramble on and on about all the comics he used to read back in 101, and hey, did you ever read those? 'Cause they were the most exciting thing that ever happened to the vault. He's talking so much that he hardly notices you being sucked up into the sky, but he quickly grabs onto you when he notices you leaving the ground. He fanboys so hard over the aliens, opting to ignore every bad thing about them and instead focusing on how accurate the comics had gotten them. He'd be heartbroken if you had to kill them but definitely prefers to be on the ground than in space. He'll never stop telling others about the incident. He's so amazed at the world outside the vault, and it only serves to inflate his adventurous side more.

Fawkes finds the crash site intriguing as it's full of technology he'd only ever seen in science fiction novels. He makes a point to stick close to you as he's almost certain this entire place is bound to be dangerous, and he's proven right when you're both abducted. He's very polite to the aliens throughout it all, however, being locked in the glass enclosure reminds him all too much of his time in Vault 87. He doesn't like it on the ship all too much and gathers as many resources and weapons as he can to break you and all the others out of the ship. If he could avoid it, he'd prefer not to kill any of the aliens as he believes they were only curious and hadn't meant any real harm, but if he had no other choice, he wouldn't lose any sleep mowing them down with his minigun.

When RL-3 hears the word 'alien' he thinks of immigrants, so when you come across the alien spacecraft and get kidnapped, he considers it an act of terrorism, or at the very least, a hostage situation. He'll command the creatures to unhand the both of you immediately and if they don't comply, he'll have the full US military on them for false imprisonment. They don't listen, of course, not understanding a word either of you say, and carry on with their research. He'll hold a very negative impression of aliens and anything extraterrestrial afterward.

Dogmeat will cluelessly sniff around the broken-down ship, not fully understanding what it is exactly. He'll then watch you get taken up into the sky with perked-up ears and a slight tilt of his head. The aliens aren't that interested in dogs so they leave him right there and that's where he'll wait until you manage to come back.

[anti-katsuki-lounge]

YAOYOROZU IS THE QUEEN OF DESERVES BETTER!

She was so competent, intelligent, and levelheaded in the beginning of the series. Not only was she screwed over during the Sports Festival (multiple times), her personality was retconned. She way more "uwu" than she was originally and it makes her less distinct from the other 1A girls. Her hero costume isn't just revealing, it just sucks. It says nothing about her personality. The intended goal is "functionality" but it fails in that department too (she could break her spine on that stupid bookcase and she has no chest protection). Every time Hori seems like he's going to treat her seriously, he turns around and screws her over again whether it's to make a perverted joke or to just ignore her.

Also, Creation is the most OP quirk outside of AFO and OFA and Horikoshi doesn't freaking use it

Momo’s definitely up there in terms of “most screwed over”.

For starters, according to Hori, Momo has an intelligence stat of 6/5 S. To put that into perspective, that’s higher than Mei’s 5/5 A+ intelligence and on pair with both Nezu and All Might, a being with an intelligence boosting quirk and the Number 1 hero. Only AFO (the oldest person on the planet and someone who’s probably got an intelligence enhancing quirk) and Garaki (a literal mad scientist whose able to create creatures from corpses and copy quirks straight from someone’s DNA) beat her out in brains.

Secondly, her quirk is absurdly powerful. I’d put it as part of the Top 3 best quirks (Overhaul and New World Order are my other three picks). Sure, it has its limits of needing lipids for fuel and Momo having to remember complex atomic formulas, but the second weakness hardly ever comes up. If she really wanted to, she could create nukes. If given time to prepare, she instantly becomes a top threat. Sadly, Hori never does much in terms of creativity. Poor girl’s relegated to mainly creating basic traps and weapons. Hori keeps trying to make her be a frontline combatant when she really should be support/nuke option.

In terms of her arc, I do believe that the idea of her arc’s solid. Her arc’s one we constantly see in fiction. Genius comes in confident in their abilities, gets humbled, has their worldview shattered, is lost, and then reignites their flame. The problem is how it’s executed. Her losing to Fumikage makes sense. Momo didn’t bother to prepare ahead of time and was up against someone who had no known weakness (the light weakness is only known by 1-A after the Sports Arc. Until then, only Izuku and Ochako knew while Katsuki figured it out due to luck). Sadly, after this, we really don’t get much outta her. Her internship taught her shit. Her spark is reignited when she and Shoto face off against Eraserhead, but that was temporary. Her fight with Saiko Intelli (unrelated but I actually quite like her) only happens in the anime and is more of a team win than a personal win. During the Joint Training Arc, she doesn’t get a win either, instead tying with Itsuka. Her final main contribution comes during the War Arc where she creates the sleeping gas to put Giantomecha to sleep. Don’t get me wrong, it was a cool moment, but that was more of Ejiro’s moment. Simply put, Momo takes a lot of L’s for someone who is usually crucial to various victories. Also, like you said, throughout the story, she goes from being one of 1-A’s leaders to being a follower despite her intellect and growth.

Her costume I 100% agree on. Seriously, what is this girl wearing? So many people have said this before but you can have her costume have flaps that open up when she’s using her quirk rather than have her running around almost naked. It’s really not that hard to make a practical costume. If Mirio can have a costume that can phase through things with him, then Momo and Tooru could have costumes that both work with their quirks and not have them running around naked.

Lol, this turned into another rant, but Momo really got screwed over.

[astridthevalkyrie]

chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 1

“You’ve died twice? From clocks?” “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: lady gaga mentions all over :) i know mha is set in the future but i didn’t feel like inventing some fictional artist in the future so, you know. whateva. i am a lady gaga fan.

warnings: afab reader with she/her pronouns. FOUL language, reader curses so much, and just general rudeness, lots of death because reader is morbid, chapter warnings will be added to each chapter

“You like the song Poker Face.”

“Um, duh?” Hawks gives you a lopsided grin. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No.” Your eyes dim. “I don’t. But that doesn’t matter. You’re about to be really happy in two seconds.”

Sometimes you say two seconds as a kind of placeholder time, like if your mother was telling you to come downstairs to eat or if a civilian wanted an autograph in the midst of you taking a photo with another one. But in this case, it’s literal. 1, 2, and—

“Oh, hey!” The hero’s eyes brighten as the tune starts, bopping his head to the rhythm almost immediately. The sound comes from the mall you two are walking by. “Nice guess, Nightingale. Unless you requested it specifically for me.” He gives you the famous wink, punctuated with a single finger gun.

“How would I? You never told me that you liked it. Send a feather over there, that kid’s about to fall.”

Like a real hero, his head sharply turns the same time a feather shoots out, right as a child stumbling on a skateboard falls back. The back of his shirt nudging him back up, the kid waves shakily, stammering thank you, Hawks! thank you! even though the shitty birdbrain would have missed it if you didn’t call it first. 

“You could have stopped that too if you saw it first. Why let me take the credit? In a generous mood today, are we?” 

“No.” You cross your arms. “It’s just he thinks girl heroes are lame. Sexist little shit. I should have let him fall. It’s fucking hilarious when he does.”

This time Hawks cocks (ha, rhyme) his head, looking more avian than usual. “You know him?”

“Sure. I know him. Someone in a pirate costume is about to turn the street.”

And so he does. “Okay, Nightingale, you’re freaking me out.”

With a sigh, you begin a flurry of wind under you. “You go left, I’ll go right!”

“Wha—”

The ground breaks right as the beat drops. Out of the road a man with a large clock tattoo on his neck emerges, at the top of a loony machine. Several people scream (no he can’t read my POKER FACE she’sgottolovenobody), and like real pros, both you and Hawks are up in the air in an instant. Somehow he’s quicker than you, even still. Well, fuck it—you’re not a literal fucking bird, are you?

“You go left, I’ll go right!” Hawks shouts, and then a second later, “Huh?”

Ha. Little birdie’s confused, you wonder if his head will do a full 180. That would be cool and gross at the same time. More gross. You hope he doesn’t do that. 

“I am Clockworth, the clock villain!” both the man from the ground and you shout at the same time. When his eyes gape in your direction, you flip him the bird. The snot-nosed skateboard kid points up like a dope, like you’re some fucking. Spectacle sight that is going to keep him safe no matter what. 

“What’s going on?” Hawks, pointedly not at the right, as you catch the boulder that goes flying down in the wind. “Did you get a tip about this?”

“Would that make me know what you were going to say?”

“Dunno, maybe you’re just intuitive.” i wanna roll with him a hard pair we will BE

“I didn’t get a tip, shitbrain.”

“Rude,” he quips. “Then?”

“I’m reliving—”

Another boulder that neither he nor you see coming smashes into. your goddamn face. 

—————————————————

“—the same day over and over again.”

One punch to the wind and the boulder breaks, crumbling into tiny rocks that litters down Hawks’ wings. He brushes the smoke out of his face. 

“Cool.” Then he’s zooming away, nine wings spreading out in different ways to evacuate the six fucks who think they’re so cool spectating instead of running. 

No no, Hawks is not going to be chill about this, that’s what you’re here to do. You just dropped a bomb on him, and he is going to be surprised if you have to beat the surprise into him yourself.

“You don’t believe me. The biggest trauma of my life and you don’t believe me.”

“How can I after fuck-with-Hawks day?”

“Fuck-with-Hawks day,” you whisper dreamily. You wish you were reliving fuck-with-Hawks day, you’d never want to wake up notthatthisisadream. “Sure, but I don’t fuck with Hawks on non-fuck-with-Hawks days. Aerial wheel!” The hell was up with calling out the names of your moves in the first place? To strike fear? Clockworth wasn’t-that-the-name-of-the-thing-in-Beauty-and-the-Beast Villain Man doesn’t look scared as he fires off the tiny clocks he keeps producing straight out of his head. 

“You absolutely fuck with Hawks on non-fuck-with-Hawks days.” Two swords in his hands now. Predictable, even without the time loop thing. “Okay, fine, I’ll bite. Answer a few questions for me.”

“Sure.” Not like you’re fighting a villain in the meantime.

“How many times have you relived today?”

“Ten. No, shit, eleven. Fuck! I was going to tell you yesterday (or yestoday) and that would have been perfect but now it’s the fucking eleventh day.”

“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”

“Got killed.”

Hawks barks out a laugh, slamming his full weight into the machine carrying Cogsworth Clockworth. “During this fight? That’s embarrassing for you. You’re talking about trauma, what do you think the other me had to go through seeing your dead body?”

“Way to make it about yourself. Oh, die,” you snap irritably when a tiny clock hits you on the cheek. It doesn’t even sting. Goddamn useless quirk. 

“Harsh.”

“Not you, dipshit.”

“Ah. Proceed. Anyways, next question. Do you know how to beat this guy?”

i'mnotlyingi'mjuststunninwithmylovegluegunning stupid as SHIT lyrics. “Yeah, keep hacking away at the fucking thing. You break through it eventually. Sometimes. I assume all the time. Two out of eleven times I haven’t actually seen you do it.”

Something about knowing the future does wonders to a man’s vigor and strength. With the backend of his sword-feather, Hawks finally stabs through it, right as you finally shoot a burst of wind strong enough to knock CLOCK BOZO down. 

“You’ve died twice? From clocks?”

“I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!”

Yanking on the man’s hair, you force him down, keeping both your legs away from any sweeping risks (the first time had been embarrassing enough. Never again.) 

Wingspan shorter but not too short, Hawks lands in front of you, holding the struggling villain down as you tie his hands together. “Okay, one more question.”

“Only one? My lucky day.”

“Why tell me, and why tell me now?”

Mockingly, you hold up two fingers. You don’t know how bird elementary school works, but the Oxford comma won’t disguise that he merged two questions into one.

“I believe you. C’mon, you can give me two answers.” Hawks tilts his head with his kicked-puppy pet-me feed-me-a-treat wouldn’t-look-bad-whimpering look. 

“Okay, fine. I’m telling you now because I’ll toss myself into the sun if I don’t tell someone, and I’m telling you because…” Sirens fill the air, signaling the police have arrived. Not that you were all that tense before, but your shoulders relax a little. They’ll take him away and you and Hawks can have a nice little talk so you can steal his ideas on how to get the hell out of this then pretend they’re your own the following day. 

“I’m telling you because you’re always there.” Not in the he’s a hero way, not in the your quirks compliment each other and that’s why you’re always paired together way, not in the he’s the closest thing you have to a best friend way, not even in the feeling safe when he gives you a reassured smile way. “There’s two constants. Doesn’t matter what I do. One is that you’ll be a part of my day, and the other is that I’ll die before the clock hits midnight.”

For the first time since you’ve broken the news to him, Hawks looks genuinely concerned. It gives you a sick pleasure. “You die every single time?”

“The villain’s still alive!”

“No, you idiot, he’s tied up!”

Bang, goes the bullet into your stomach.

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“Yeah,” you groan, slumping forward next to your cup of coffee, “every single time.”

Hawks whistles lowly, placing a single hand over you to pat your head. “She’s good,” he says to the waitress, in his stupid, charming, beautiful tone, “But she’ll take another coffee. Best start a tab.”

[beatleskinkmeme]

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John and Paul's relationship as told through Martha's perspective :3 Yes I know she's a dog but this is fiction so who cares.

I Can't Tell You But I know it's Mine by @aquarianshift

We don't get enough starrison. After a long stressful day at the studio, George goes to Ringos house after. Ringos pent up and George just looks delicious.

I Don't Care Too Much by @notgrungybitchin

John trying to be a sugar daddy in Paris but he and Paul are lowkey broke.

The Jumper by @merseydreams

John and Paul always shared clothing. After the break-up, John sees a picture of Denny Laine wearing one of the shirts that Paul and John had shared! He decides that is unacceptable and goes to a Wings show to get it back.

Plant a Seed by skua

John fuck Paul in his gay little sailor outfit from those Miami pics.

well, how did I get here? by @theoldmixer

McLennon crossover with 13 Going on 30. John goes to sleep one night when the Beatles were still struggling and he wakes up in the early 70s to find out he got everything he wanted and is one of the most famous musicians in the world but he doesn’t understand why he and Paul aren’t friends anymore….

i can only speak my mind by Paisanas

Someone in John’s staff sells his diaries to the press in the 70s. They’re printed in the papers. They contain his feelings about Paul. They are him pining over Paul. Paul reads them.

Brother Dearest by @javelinbk

AU where Mimi and Jim get married and John and Paul are stepbrothers (stepbrothers who are attracted to each other)

Managing Expectations by @pauls1967moustache

Paul and Brian cross paths on a night out at the clubs. After a mixture of several drinks/substances, and the subsequent effect of severely lowering the pair’s inhibitions, Paul begins to question Brian about his relationship with John. [How far Paul pushes the discussion and the extent of what Brian reveals are both up to the author. Tone and any pairing involving the three also up to the author.]

Content to Whisper by @adriansfrombrooklyn

I would love a peek inside J&P’s minds when they were playing pyramus and thisbe. You know, must’ve been interesting to play the lover of the person you secretly loved

you gave me the word by tarenas

John/Paul telepathy - they accidentally start hearing each other’s thoughts at random

oh, what a night by @two-gurus-in-drag

John and Paul have sweaty euphoric sex after the impromptu obertauern gig they did while filming Help!

No I in Threesome by @with-eyes-closed

i would love george finding out he has a daddy kink and just being like "god damn it, i thought i was the only one of us who didn't have some kind of daddy issues"

John, I'm Only Dancing by @skylikeaflame

After Paul almost falls off the building during the Mad Day Out photo shoot, John freaks out. They have it out and fuck tenderly.

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Fun fact when I wrote my first Dongel story I didn’t really ship them yet.

I was just writing about my experience as an aspec lesbian. Ninja turtles was an easy way to do that because y’know… I mean you guys know. Feeling like a freak, trying to protect people who would hate you if they knew, being real careful about who you get close to not just for your own safety but for theirs. Watching Star Trek. Anyway. I was really writing it for myself, just an experiment to think through some things I was dealing with. So for plot reasons I had to come up with someone for Donnie to have a crush on.

There are a few options: Leatherhead? Age unclear, also just didn’t really click for me. They’re close friends but it seems so… almost formal? To me? Leatherhead isn’t unhinged enough for Donnie. Also thinking about it is part of what led me to my personal headcanon that Donnie is not bi and definitely likes girls.

J’hanna? Obvious choice, crush is practically canon. But it didn’t work for this story because he knows her for a very short time. It’s heartbreaking for sure, but it isn’t the same type of heartbreak I needed for this. I wanted the devastation of falling for someone you know well and care deeply about and, most of all, have to keep living with and feel like you can’t say anything because of what you’d be asking them to sacrifice.

Sydney could’ve worked. Easily even. I almost chose Sydney. I imagined them staying in touch. To him it would be so thrilling to text his human friend. When they met they were both ‘monsters.’ But thinking about what she went through, and how relatively short her time with the turtles was compared to the whole experience of being underground… idk I’m sure she’s grateful to them. But I just really couldn’t see her staying in touch. I think it’s fair if she wants to leave that part of her life behind, or at least if it takes a few years before she’s ready to really process. Besides, she didn’t have that much of a bond with Donnie. And again this story wasn’t even for shipping, it just had to be a believable crush. But for me, Sydney wasn’t.

Renet really could’ve worked. I thought of Renet and Angel kind of at the same time. And for similar reasons. He has more of a casual friendship with both of them. Perfect for turning into a crush that he doesn’t want to pursue because waht in the heck is a ninja turt supposed to do once is in a relationship. And if not is going to be in one than why lead on someone he cares about. Ya know? Anyway I picked Angel because 1) Renet is hard to write about, speech pattern and personality and 2) Angel is the one out of them who has a regular human life that Donnie wouldn’t want to get in the way of.

Anyway then I liked the way the story turned out so I decided to share it. And then the thought was in my head and ended up being more fun to think about than I anticipated. And then I realized Donnie is fictional and I can give him everything he wants forever if I decide. So now Angel likes him back and ever since I’ve been obsessed with them.