#especially if you wake up at 1:30 and try to go back to sleep then give up and take an ibuprofen and sit in bed waiting for it to kick in

[skyward-floored]

Don’t read fics at 3 am you get weird dreams

[rowretro]

𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪

♡taglist: @firstclassjaylee @laurradoesloveu

♡Warnings: slapping, idk what else.

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✧CHAPTER 1✧

Saturday morning, 11am. Rowan was still deep asleep lost in her strange dreamland. She never wasted her mornings waking up early like a positive healthy person who studies at 6am and gets on her parents good side. She simply can't. Why waste the only 2 days you get to sleep and take a peaceful break on being productive?

Compared to the 5 days she wakes up early, zooming around to freshen up, doing her makeup and going to school, especially these recent days as exams are nearing, and the stress starts taking a toll on her feeble state. 

That's right, exam season, the season I must say all students dread it's insane how a paper of useless questions that won't even be helpful in the future, can cause her to cry, lash out at her laptop every time it takes a while to load, and cause her to lose weight at an unhealthy cost. 

She wasn't going to wake herself up the one time she was sleeping soundly when all these nights she spent cramming and revising, highlighting notes, and trying to solve confuzzling formulas. She preferred her zombie apocalypse dream, where she was eating marshmallows in a rundown building's attic.

"Row! it's 11:47 get your ass up!" Jungwon yelled, no answer "Rowan. You'll have plenty of time to sleep later- we need to go to the mall" Jungwon reasoned as he softly opened the door, peeking in, hoping he's not walking in on anything awkward. To his luck she was buried under her thick duvet, snuggled up against another pillow, and sound asleep.

There's only one way to get her to wake up and come downstairs, all dressed and ready to go outside. "Row- get your fucking ass up now! Heeseung is waking up!"Jungwon finally said as he shut the door of her room, grinning mischievously as he heard her get up, rushing about here and there.

. . .

"I'm ready let's go-" Rowan froze mid sentence as she saw Heeseung sitting on the sofa, Newspaper at hand, Steaming hot tea, in the delicate, expensive teacup on the table before him. He eyed her up and down, eyebrows scrunched at the centre, s if scrutinizing her look.

Hee tended to be pretty protective, of course he was all for her style and love for fashion, but sometimes, all he could see was his little baby sister. Row bit her lip, nervous, hoping she didn't have to change. she was wearing a pretty tight pink top, flounce sleeves with a nice white ribbon in the centre, a rather ballet core top, with a short white skirt to match.

"Where are you off to?" he asked coldly, eyes piercing into her as he studied her makeup, not too natural, heavy on the eyes, visible manga lashes, so definitely not a date. "Jungwon, and I have to buy a few things at the mall-" she said as she turned to Jungwon who just grabbed his car keys. 

Heeseung nodded as he turned to Jungwon "Alright. take care, be back by 6 Won, we have a meeting at 6:30." Heeseung simply said as Jungwon smiled saying ok as he led Rowan out the door.

. . .

Sunghoon hummed to himself as he dried his hair, white t shirt somewhat sticking to his abs, and a nice dark denim pair of jeans that suited his stature very well, practically everything suits him. He smiled to himself as he sprayed a crazy amount of deodorant around himself. 

"ma im heading out with the boys ill be back very late don't know when so don't worry about me ok?" he said as he was about to walk out the building "Why would I worry about you?! im more worried about your sister." she said as Sunghoon playfully pouted "Favouritism much.... "

"No it's not like that... Sunghoon your sister's been getting bullied the past week... since she's joined high school, it's one of those things I was worried about... can't you go ask her what's wrong? like I don't know solve her little issue?" She asked as Sunghoon groaned.

He didn't defy. He couldn't, he'd feel guilty anytime he didn't do something his mother wanted, she wasn't strict or anything, just... she's his mom after all.  "Oi. tell me who he or she or they is." Sunghoon said as he sat beside his sister. Siyeon frowned, taking off her ear piece, as she folded the page.

"Why do you suddenly care?" she asked as Sunghoon shrugged "You're my sister- and I have the power to scare people so just tell me-" he said as the girl rolled her eyes "Fine... her name's Leiko, she's in a few classes above me and she thinks im going after her man- whoever he is... she often wears pink and hangs out at the Hera mall on Saturdays-" She added, waving around some cash as Sunghoon narrowed his eyes.

"give me a description and your problem will be solved within seconds. That girl won't even look in your direction my dear sister~" Sunghoon said with a smile as Siyeon smirked "Black hair, around 5'2 or something, she's probably wearing pink, and she'll most definitely stand out in a crowd." she said as Sunghoon rushed off.

. . .

"You wait here- I'm going to head to the men's room quickly kay?" Jungwon said as Rowan nodded. She stood by a bench, smiling as she admired her newly done nails. The school wasn't too keen on makeup and nails, but her brother's Heeseung so the teachers don't care. Row softly flicked the dangling heart charm on her nail as she could see a dark-haired, charming male heading her way.

She's seen plenty pretty boys before, never one this pretty. Dark, perfect eyes, perfect jawline, plump pink lips, and a very pretty nose, a few moles here and there. Then she realized he was actually heading in her direction. Stopping right before her, his glare piercing, as she froze in her spot.

Just like that. One hard, stinging slap around her face, his big watch making it all the more painful. Sunghoon didn't even have the slap planned when he was going to threaten the said girl... he just felt so... mad. The girl stumbled back, her heels not having mercy on her balance. 

"Come near my sister again and I swear you'll never see the end of this." Sunghoon said as Rowan gasped, annoyed, mad, confused. Before she could even ask, the male had already walked off. Who's sister? why? what did she do? What the fuck? "Fuck Row- your face... who the fuck did this to you?" Jungwon asked, noticing the reddened mark on her face "Let's just go home..." she said, exhausted.

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[bangchansgirlsblog]

Broken headsets

- Chan

Warning: A lot of Angst, slight violence?

Pairing: BangChan x reader.

Summary: where he snaps at you while working.

!Not proofread!

(This is just a trail story, I lost my first story that was actually good ☠️I’m probably going to delete this)

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“Channie?” I call for him. My hands gently rubbing his back while playing with his hair. So soft and messy.

“Mhm” he replies softly. The sound of his fingers typing against the keyboard as his headsets sat around his neck. His brown curls fluffy and everywhere.

His silver hoops sitting perfectly on both his ears and his black shirt tight around his muscle making him look delicious.

“Baby you need to eat something. You’ve been on that computer ever since you got home.” I plead with him.

He needed to eat, he hadn’t eaten all day due to the busy schedule and lack of time on his plate. The mangers were on him 24/7 due to their comeback in a few weeks.

Comeback season meant no time for anything, no time for dates, no time for sitting around, no time for spending time with one another and I hated it. I hate it so much. It made me angry.

“Baby this is really important, I’ll be there in a second.” He quickly says not even bothering to look up.

“Chan you’ve been at it for the past 2 hours, you haven’t even looked at me.” I complain. Yes I wanted attention, shoot me!

“I’ll give you all the attention you want my love, just please let me finish this.”

Sadness fills my heart as I silently put the clothes inside the closet.

A ringing sound in my ear and a tight feeling in my throat.

I was trying not to cry. I refused to cry.

Chan was a workaholic, no doubt in that. His days consisted of waking up early in the morning to head to the JYP building and coming home very late only to do more work. Some nights he wouldn’t come home at all and he knew I didn’t like it so to make my happy, he sometimes would bring me with him to the studio but that was when he thought he wouldn’t be coming home.

Our conversations in the studio normally contained:

“Just 30 more minutes my love”

Or

“I’m almost done”

Or

“I promise this is the last thing.”

He loves his job and he puts 110% in it but that makes him lack in other areas. His health.

Some nights he doesn’t sleep, some days he forgets meals and other days his mental health is the worst but still he doesn’t care because he loves his Job. He loves the boys. He loves Stay.

“Fine.” I sigh. One minute meant 1 hours at this point. I quietly leave the room closing the door behind me. Leaving him in his little world.

The cold tiles sending a shiver up my spine as I walked down the corridor.

“What am I going to do with you Channie?” I whisper to myself while packing up the food.

The dishes in the sink waiting for me to touch them while the laundry basket sat in the living room waiting for me to fold the messy clothes in them.

The house was quiet. The A.C hitting my skin with cold air as I sit on the floor and start folding the clothes one by one.

Berry by my side watching me.

Our apartment wasn’t big but it was huge for two people.

Some days it was a real big hustle to keep everything clean especially when they boys stay over but other days it wasn’t hard to maintain with the help of Chan.

“What am I going to do with your dad Berry?” I sigh again looking at the dog who seemed to be care free.

I grabbed the last set of clothes and walked over to the room. Chan’s back facing me. Not even noticing me in the room.

“Baby..” I call for him as I set down the clothes and start to load them into the closet.

“What Y/n?” He says a little harsh. I roll my eyes, frustration starting to build in my chest but I decide to be the bigger person and ignore his little attitude.

“Baby do you know what we’ll be doing for our 2 year anniversary?” I asked him trying to atleast have a conversation with him.

“I don’t know Y/n. You deal with it I don’t have time. Just tell me how much it is and when it is.”

“When it is?” I ask him obviously taken back.

“Ugh I didn’t mean when it is, I mean when you wanna do it.” He quickly corrects himself and rubs his temples with his fingers.

“Atleast act like you care Chan.” I tell him honestly.

“I’m not starting an argument with you right now so please can I get back to my work?”

“Chan why are you being like this?” Ignoring his request I decide to push because honestly I was tired of it.

“I’m not acting like anything I just want to finish my work in peace.”

“Chan you’re acting so selfish right now!” I say now slightly raising my voice.

“Y/n” he says firm and glaring over at me. What’s the worse he could possibly do?

“Just listen-“ I beg before I’m cut off.

“Y/n i said leave me alone!” His voice booms and the sound of breaking glass fills the room. My body freezes. Hands shaking.

The now broken headsets and mirror laying on the ground.

“Did you just throw that at me?” I ask him in disbelief.

“Babe-“ his body was stood up now and he was reaching out for me. His face filled with panic and guilt.

“Don’t.” I say getting away from his touch. The clothes that were once folded no scattered on the ground. Words refusing to come out of my mouth until I force myself to get up from the floor.

“I-I’m going to leave…” I say softly. My heart hurt and I hope he knew that. I felt the tears that were all built up from frustration, anger and hurt all start to flow down my cheeks.

When would he realize that being with him was starting to slowly ruin me?

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Pt 2 ⬇️

[hearts4golbach]

The Boy Next Door.

this fanfiction is co-written by @emo_central on Ao3.

part 1.

pairing:

Jake Webber x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

this is part one out of ??? parts!

not proofread

warnings:

masturbation, sex mentioned.

word count:

2.6k

Y/ns pov:

Earlier today, before I left for my shift, I saw the the U-Haul trucks, I have a new neighbor, and whoever it is, is moving in fast.

When I get back home from my day shift, the U-hauls are gone and the faint beat of music is playing. It's about 11:30 but if I just put in my headphones, I'll be able to fall asleep.

i sighed, tossing my headphones down onto the bed. of course they were dead. i held my pillow over my face and took a deep breath. why did this strange neighbor have to be having a party right before a 17 hour shift? the music was starting to give me a headache, and the screams and cheers definitely were not helping.

Who the fuck decides to have a party the exact same day they move in? Especially this late at night? I still try to fall asleep but just end up tossing and turning for the next half hour. I scream into my pillow in frustration. Working up the courage, I leave my cozy home to go ask the new neighbors to quiet down just a little bit. I hate doing stuff like this, I feel like a Karen, but I have to get up in 5 hours and then work a 17 hour shift at the hospital. So, I walk a few feet over to the stranger's house and knock on the door. Of course no one answers because they can't hear over the music, so I just walk in, trying to find the new home owner.

i walked up to the first person a saw; a guy with black, messy hair. i tapped on his shoulder, trying to not let my anger seep through. "do you know where the owner of this house is?" i shouted over the music.

"uh, i think he went upstairs.." he trailed off, taking another sip of his drink. "but, i live here. whats up?"

"i'm your neighbor, i have work early and i just want to ask to turn the music down a bit, could you do it?"  i ask trying my hardest to have a non threatening voice.

"umm, i'm not good at calming down crowds, he is though, i think i saw him go upstairs so look up there." he responds drunkenly. i sigh and start to make my way over to and up the big staircase. then i start skimming my way down the hall, looking in every room. until i get to a the third to last room in the hall.

the door opens with a creak, scaring the living shit out of the two people sitting on the bed together. the woman scrambled to get out of the mans lap. your face flusters as you stare at the guy with bright red hair. "shit, sorry."

"fuck," he mumbled, buttoning his pants and walking out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "can i help you?" his voice drips with attitude. 

his eyes scan over my body, lingering on the pajama shorts im wearing and the white tanktop with no bra underneath. i felt my face flush and immediate cross my arms over my exposed skin. you had to admit, the guy you were face to face with was gorgeous. you quickly snapped out of it, remembering you had more important things to focus on.

"are you the person throwing this party?" i asked, my eyebrows furrowing together.

"yeah, why?" he asks, his voice is deep and something about it sends a shiver up my spine.

"i'm your neighbor, and i really don't want to complain-"

"so don't." the man towering over me cuts me off.

"listen, i'm a nurse, i just got back from a 9 hour shift and i have to wake up in less than 5 hours for another 17 hours shift. all i'm asking is for you to just quiet down a little, or if you have headphones i can borrow?" it's a weird question to ask a complete stranger, but at this point i'm desperate for sleep. he runs his hand down his face.

"if i give you my headphones, will you leave my house? cuz you just ruined my hookup for the night. so you owe me." he says, his deep voice still dripping with attitude..

i take a step towards him. "and you owe me an hour of sleep." i snatched the headphones out of his hand and turned to walk away. before i can, he grabs my arm.  i shoot daggers at him. "hold on a minute, how do i know you're going to bring those back?" he asks gruffly.

"i leave for my shift at 4:30 then i get back in between 9 and 10. if-"

"holy shit. that really is 17 hours," his eyes widen.

"yes," i say a bit annoyed, "now, if I don't knock on your door by 10:30, i'm either dead or asleep, which there isn't really a difference. i leave a spare key underneath the door mat, let yourself in." he raises an eyebrow, "are you seriously going to let a stranger into your house while you're sleeping?"

"well, i dont think youre a killer. if you were, you wouldve killed me for fucking up your night. the only other scenario is you do some weird shit while im sleeping, and thats when i'd kill you. so, i think we'll be good." i ripped my arm out of his grasp. "anyway, i dont want your earwax polluting my house for too long."

he rolled his eyes, watching as i walked away. i sigh and make my way out of that stuffy ass house. although he never actually turned the music down, i ended up getting a pretty decent sleep.

work the next day was long, but i made it through. my neighbor, who's name i never got, never seemed to leave my mind. it gave me a genuine headache. he was so attractive but such a dick. i tried to shake the feeling of his gaze on me, but it stayed until i made it home.

i look at the clock, it's almost 10. i have 30 minutes to get presentable. my hair's a mess, my eye bags are dark as fuck, and my scrubs smell like throw up. let's hope i have time for a shower, because i desperately need one. i quickly hop into the shower shuddering under the cold water.

Jake's pov: she hasn't left my mind since last night. she's beautiful, and i love her attitude. i anxiously did what i had planned that day, with her on my mind. sure she ruined my hookup, but the second i actually was able to look her over, i didn't care, because i don't think i've ever met someone as beautiful as her.

*time skip to 10:30*

 

it's 10:30 and she's not here. the time hits 10:40 and I can't wait any longer. i get up and make my way over to my new neighbor's house. i go to know but remember the spare key. if she's sleeping i don't want to wake her up, especially because she's a nurse and just got off a 17 hour shift.

i wondered if my headphones were really more important than this girl getting sleep. i decided to go anyway, figuring if she was up i could finally get her name.

i trudged up the concrete steps to her house. a couple plants sat outside by the front door along with a doormat that read 'the witches coven.' i smirked, letting out a small giggle before lifitng it and finding the spare key. i slid it in and unlocked the door.

as soon as i step inside, i'm hit with the strong smell of vanilla. the house is beautiful, it's been carefully decorated, with deep blues and blacks and purples. to the left of me, is a big, but cozy looking living room, on the right is a huge kitchen with dark wooden panelling and in front of me is an open stairwell. assuming her bedroom is upstairs, i climb up the wide staircase, to an open loft type room that overlooks the living room. on the far side of it is a door that's halfway opened. i walk

over and peer into the room. there's a huge 4 post bed right in the middle of it, but it's empty. on the left, there's another door that's partially open. the smell of vanilla and honey is strong. i peer in, and see the girl from last night behind big glass doors, taking a shower.

shes washing her hair and freezes when she sees me standing there. she yelps, "what the fuck?! get out!"

i cant help but laugh as i rush out of the room. i wait right down the hall as i hear the shower turn off. she walks out of the bathroom in only a towel.

"theres something called knocking, by the way." she rolls her eyes, less pissed than i thought she'd be about my intrusion.

"i just stopped by to get my headphones, then ill be out of your hair." i say trying to control myself. i got a good look at her in the shower before she saw me. i saw her curves. i was the way her perky ass bounced as she danced to the low music, and the way her perfect breast moved with her body. and even watching her in a bulky towel is turning me on. i shift uncomfortabely, remembering i'm not wearing boxers.

i mentally scolded myself, trying to prevent my eyes from wandering any further than they already have. she raised her eyebrow at me. "ill go get them. stay here."

she turned and walked away. i watched intently as her hips swayed, showing off her amazing figure. my leg bounced as i tried to keep myself calm. how embarrassing would it be if she noticed my errection? yeah, maybe later. i fidgeted with my hands for a moment more before she came back. she was now wearing pajama shorts and a t-shirt, and i was ever so slightly dissapointed by the sudden outfit change. she wasn't wearing a bra because i could see her nipples -which i had seen fully when she was in the shower- poking out from beneath the fabric of her baggy shirt.

i don't realize i'm staring until she throws my headphones at me, "hey, jackass, here" i fumble them in my hands, trying to pick them up from the ground. she laughs, and she her laugh is so genuine, her voice is so smooth. "sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your staring," she says still laughing.

"my name's jake, by the way."

"what?"

"you called me jackass, my name's jake." i say feeling almost embarrassed.

she tilts her head to the side a little, like a confused puppy. "my name's y/n, jake. " she walks towards me and reaches out a hand for me to shake. i take it, hoping she doesn't realize i'm shaking. her hand are small in mine, and my mind wanders to what they'd feel like on my cock. the feel of it straining against the fabric of my sweatpants makes me rip my hand away.

"i gotta go home, my roommate is probably freaking out because i haven't made dinner. nice toy meet you properly, y/n."

"i'll walk you out."

"no!" i yell in a panic, "i mean, no it's fine, you need sleep and I need to go make dinner for my roommates. so goodnight." i say more calmly.

she looks almost disappointed, "oh, okay, thank you, goodnight Jake." i wave awkwardly as a turn and rush down the stairs, hoping she didn't see how much i was blushing and how hard i am.

i rush out of her house, practically sprinting up the steps of mine. i fumble with the lock before barging into the house. i run past the living where johnnie and carrington are splayed out, watching a movie.

"hey dude, do you want Post-" Carrington starts to ask.

"Nope, I'm tired, going to bed, if either of you wakes me up, you're dead." i rush up the stairs, and down the hall to my room. i open and slam the bedroom door behind me, trying to get my Converse off as fast as possible. i grab my phone and start texting some recent hookups, but none of them are free. I groan in frustration throwing my phone esomewhere near the foot of my bed.

i sigh, flopping onto my bed and climbing under the covers. i try to fall asleep but end up tossing and turning. I can't stop thinking about y/n, and what she tastes like. I can't stop thinking about what makes her cum the hardest. Accepting my fate, I find open my locked folder. but none of the nudes turn me on.

"fuck." i whisper.

i try to just think about the nudes and other hookups as i spit in my hand and bring it down to my now only half-hard cock. are you fucking kidding me? the nudes turned me off! i start pumping my hand hoping that i'll be able to finish. i rub my thumb along the tip of my cock. immediately an image flashes of y/n's mouth on it, swirling her tongue on the tip. it makes me let out an involuntary whimper. then more images flash of her on my dick, riding me, letting me fuck her, letting me eat her out, her riding my face. i move my hand up and down faster. little moans and whimpers leaving my mouth. i squeeze, adding more pressure as i picture my mouth around her rosy nipples. i throw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as i pump faster.

"mmm, fuck!" i moan. "fuck, fuck fuck, Y/N" I yell her name as i cum hard in my hand. fuck, i just got off to a girl i barely know, to a stranger.

Y/Ns POV:

needless to say, i saw what he was attempting to hide. he was much bigger than you had thought. the thought of what he could do to me turned me on far more than i ever had been. i barely knew the guy, but something pulled me in more than id like to admit.

the more i thought about it, the more the ache between my legs became unbearable. as i laid in my bed scrolling, i couldnt help but rub my thighs together. as if i was thinking with my dick (when i have a pussy,) i pulled my pajama pants off without any further thought.

my hand slid into my panties, circling my clit slowly as i let out a low moan, "Jake-" i closed my eyes and imagined it was him touching me like this. although, my fingers definitely could not hit all the angles he could. i groaned at the thought, curling my fingers and scraping my g spot with each curl.

i sped up my fingers, wet sounds filling the room as i moaned out louder. i whimpered out his name and miscellaneous curses as i continued to imagine him; the face hed make when he reaches his climax, when your lips are around him, when hes deep down my throat.

i came around my fingers, but not as hard as i thought hed make me.

[adviceformefromme]

💖 YOUR NEW YEAR PRE-LUDE (33 DAYS TILL 2025) [GLOW UP SERIES] 💖

If you’re still waiting till 1st Jan 2025 to change your life, then sweetie you’re already ten steps behind. The ladies that have been following this series know we been on this GLOW-UP since September!!! Which means there has been plenty of time for trial and error, plenty of time to join the gym, slack off and then get back into and fall off again, because by the 2025 arrives we already in our NEW ROUTINE. ELEVATED. CEMENTED. But if you’re late to the party fear not, I’ve got the goodies. This period is all about finding your ENERGY LEAKS and fixing them. It’s one thing to want to start a new business, loose weight, meet the love of your life…But what if you keep failing before you even start? What if when the evening comes you have no energy for the gym, what about if you try to loose weight but keep eating those free cakes in the office? To fix the issues, you’ve got to identify where you’re slipping up and to do this you need to start REFLECTING. Reflection is going to change your life, it allows you to take a birds eye view of your current situation and assess your shortcomings and make necessary changes. With this knowledge you can...

IDENTIFY THE SNARES (a snare is discreet trap to catch and kill)

Example 1: 

You’re still entertaining Mr Mixed Signals (you want to trace back the steps to see how/when you got into this situation, maybe you misread the signals, forgot to ask him his intentions because he wasn’t clear with you and this is the trap. He wasn’t clear and you didn’t ask. The trap was you not asking questions which is ESPECIALLY important when you’re dealing with confusing men. They will confuse into the wilderness, causing you to loose your track of your own life, wasting time and precious energy…for what?? Now if you done already learnt this lesson and identified the SNARE come 2025 you will not be falling for the same trap. And this is the power of reflection and identifying the snare.

Example 2: 

You’re struggling to not check your phone in the morning. You go to sleep with your phone on your bedside table. You’ve realised the snare is waking up with the phone within arms reach, but if your phone is in the other room and your watch is on your bedside, there is no slipping up. You practise this continuously for the next few weeks, so by the time we are in 2025, morning scrolling will be a thing of the past. 

Example 3: 

You hate mid-week cleaning period. But you know how much a dirty bathroom impacts your clean aesthetic. So when the bathroom sink is getting a little grimy by Tuesday and needs a clean but you don’t have cleaning spray stored in the bathroom, because its kept under the kitchen sink…You’ve realised this is the trap. So you’ve invested in some cleaning wipes on your next supermarket run that you can easily store in your bathroom cabinet, and now your bathroom is quickly wiped and cleaned looking immaculate daily...

Do you see how important this time is PRE-2025? You get to figure out why you can’t stay on top of your cleaning, why you keep skipping the gym, you reflect and understand where the snare has killed the life and soul of your vision. ~Your vision to live in cleanliness, your vision to meet the love of your life, to wake up and have you-time before you check in with the world.

Homework: I recommend setting aside 30 mins to do some reflections in a notepad, reflect on your goals, identify the snares killing your goals from being realised and get a new plan. Be one step ahead, we are not playing in 2025. We are healed, thriving, energised, and abundant. Use these 33 days wisely. Be one step ahead.

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Pile 1

Very hard working person. Might have two or more jobs. Might be balancing studies and job. 

Is a perfectionist. Might be virgo rising.

You both will mirror each other.

They might like bunnies or have bunnies. Especially white ones.

You might meet them through friend or they can be friends with your friends.

Their mother has a great influence in their life. I'm Also getting that they love and respect their mother a lot.

They might overthink a lot. They thrive for knowledge. Might tell you a lot of random facts.

Their father might be a teacher or their father wasn't emotionally available.

They have the mind of child but don't show it to others. You both will heal each other.

Must protect this person at all costs. They are so precious.

They did a lot or sacrifices and compromises in their life and they want to enjoy life to the fullest but are afraid to. They have a lot of responsibilities.

They can easily cut people off and will do anything to win. They don't want be called a failure. In fact their major fear is failure.

You both might talk online for the first time. Or you can meet them while travelling.

They stand by what they say and won't back down from promises. A man of his words.

June 21st to 30 is significant date here.

They type to not have fun or not go to parties because they are protecting their peace.

Might have 2 best friends.

Their ear might stand our a lot. I'm seeing big or long ears. Or they can have their ear pierced.

Significant placement : Sagittarius rising, mutable signs, north node in 2nd house. Virgo moon in 10th house, Jupiter in 12 house. Capricorn in 12th . Earth placements.

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They might be the only male child in their family or the oldest sibling.

Their family sees them as a blessing and love them a lot.

They have a emotionally fulfilling family.

They have a charming personality and can sway you off. Cupid is in their favor all the time.

Your first meeting with them is going to be destined and nothing can stop you two from meeting.

They are very unpredictable and won't to able to catch what's going on inside their head.

They day dream alot and might zone out all the time.

Sometimes they feel like people have left them in cold and that people always leave them. So they have a hard time opening up to people.

They are a person who calculates their every step and always have plan B and C prepare in case something goes wrong.

They have a hypnotizing personality.

They like helping people a lot and they love language might be gifting.

They try to help everyone and people might take advantage of that.

They don't sleep deeply and even a fly can wale them up.

Okay this is funny so you know how moms wake up? Like when you wake up your mom she's frightened. That's exactly how they wake up.

They might have a pet that died and they miss him/her a lot.

They have a very creative mind and give them crayons and see what they can draw haha.

They have Golden Retriever energy for sure.

Sometimes they have a hard time accepting that they are wrong and might be a little immature.

Very passionate lover . absolute gentleman.

Significant placements : Sagittarius Mars, sun in Pisces or in 12th house. Sun in leo or 1st house, Jupiter in 7th house, Jupiter in Sagittarius. Prominent 12th house placements.

These can be your placements too.

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Okay so when I was channeling I got the message that this person might be your future spouse.

They are into spirituality and might be into witchcraft too. Can be practicing witchcraft or just interested.

This person never stops learning. They alwar find new things to do and might get bored with the same lifestyle. They might even change their jobs or have two or more jobs.

They don't like inequality and won't tolerate any kind of discrimination. They won't stand any injustice. And always speak out the truth.

If you're attracted to females then her aesthetic might be light feminine and if you're attracted to males them he might be a feminine male. Or likes wearir pink or pastel colors.

They argue alot and arecrryr sassy.

Sarcasm is their love language lol.

They have balanced masculine and feminine energy and are comfortable in expressing both.

You both will complete each other. You have what they lack and they have what you lack.

They stand by what they say . They are not the type to make fun of other's culture or their beliefs.

They are a child from inside and will make you feel like a kid again. If you have had not-so-happy childhood you will experience that things you missed as a child with them.

You guys give off fictional couples vibes. Like how expressive and lovely they are with each other.

They are very protective over you and won't let anyone with bad intentions be near you.

They might keep a lot of secrets at the talkir stage because they have sides that they won't show to people easily. Might be very mysterious the first time you meet them.

You guys can meet in school/college or any work setting.

They might seem serious but they are a yolo type.

Significant placements : sun in libra in 2nd house, sun in leo, 9th house placements, south node in 6th house, Uranus in Sagittarius, Neptune in 5th house, sun in 12 house. Capricorn rising.

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[shadesslut]

loving her was red, pt. 6

Pairing: (Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Violence, death)

Summary: As the group bunkers down at the apartment, they experience an unwanted visit.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

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Ethan’s arms hugged her sleeping body lazily. There was a soft glow from the city lights in the window, shining onto her face, marking her features. He slowly fluttered his eyes open as he awoke, and he instantly smiled at the sight of her. He grazed her lips with his fingers, before softly kissing her. A small groan escaped from her lips, her now waking up. She smiled at Ethan, before a panicked look overtook her face. 

“What time is it?” She asked as she sat up, to which Ethan followed. 

He reached behind her to his nightstand, picking up his phone. “6:30, damn we really slept all day.”

She cursed under her breath before standing up and looking around for her things. As she picked off her scattered belongings, Ethan got dressed. 

“What’s wrong?” Ethan asked her, stopping her frantic motions as he gently grabbed her arm. She looked down at his grip, then to him. 

“I promised Ch-“ She stopped upon seeing Ethan’s turned expression. “-the others, that I would stay with them tonight. I was supposed to get there at six.” 

Shit, tonight was supposed to be the night where I have to, Ethan remembered. He didn’t want this, he wanted her far, far away from the group tonight. Especially, tonight. “It’s not safe near them.” He argued. She only shook her head and got out of his grip. He watched her sadly as she headed towards the front door, texting aimlessly on her phone. 

“I have to go, please be safe at your class tonight.” She said, now looking at Ethan. He softly smiled at her worry, and he pulled her into a quick hug. She reciprocated and wrapped her arms around his torso. 

“Don’t go,” he whispered into her hair, holding her tightly in his arms. He was scared, scared she would get hurt. He knew he had to protect her from his family, from Chad, but he was scared of her knowing the truth about him. What would she do once she found out?  Would she tell the others? Would she try to kill him? Would she not love him?

“I have to,” she whispered back, before letting go and giving him a peck on his nose. He blushed, slightly, and he watched as she left.��

His phone buzzed softly in his pocket, and without even looking he knew it was his father. 

Dad

You ready?

6:35 pm

Ethan’s eyes watered as he read the text message. Whatever it took, he would not let her get hurt. He would make sure he did everything in his power to keep her away from the monsters, even if it meant he had to suffer. 

Ethan

Yeah, on my way

6:36 pm

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Y/N sat next to Mindy and Anika on the couch of Tara and Sam’s apartment. Chad was in the kitchen, limping back into the living room holding three drinks. Y/N immediately stood up and helped him, taking the drinks from him. 

“You should rest,” she suggested as she sat the drinks down. He huffed, plopping down on the sofa chair. 

“I’m fine.” He responded coldly. He stared at the TV, ignoring her looks. Let’s just say, Chad didn’t take it well when he heard she went home with Ethan this morning. 

Y/N looked at Chad sadly, filled with guilt. She sat back down, next to Mindy, who gave her a sympathetic look. 

“Don’t let his jealousy get to you.” 

Y/N rolled her head back onto the couch, sighing. “I just wished he would talk to me. He’s my best friend.”

Mindy looked at Chad, who leaned his head on his closed fist. Chad, as if he could feel Mindy’s stare, looked at her, and mouthed a “What?” Mindy cut her eyes to Y/N, causing Chad to look away sadly. 

“Okay!” Mindy exclaimed, startling the group. “Anika and I are gonna start on dinner, Sam said she’ll be back from the hospital in a few, so,” Mindy said, pulling Anika off the couch and into the kitchen. Chad and Y/N looked at each other, before looking away. There were a few beats of uncomfortable silence, filled with soft voices of Anika and Mindy. 

Chad looked up at her, noticing how tired her eyes looked. He mentally slapped himself for being cold to her, and he put on a forceful smile. 

“Hey.” He softly said, gaining her attention. 

“Hi?” She giggled. 

He smiled and looked down, he really did miss seeing her smile. “I’m sorry about how things have been, I miss you.”

She shook her head at his apology, rejecting it. “It’s not your fault there’s been a murderer after us.”

“I mean with…with Ethan.” 

“Oh.” She responded. “Are you really upset about it?” She asked, dumbly. 

He let out a tired chuckle, rubbing his temple. “Yes, yes I am.” She gave him a look full of pity. She had hoped he knew that she truly wouldn’t hurt Chad, not on purpose at least. Her mind pinged with slight confusion, remembering Ethan’s words. 

“He told me he was over you today.”

Did he lie just to get in her pants? She didn’t want to believe it, believe that Ethan had lied to her. 

“Y/N, I’m truly only saying this because I’m worried about you.” Chad broke her out of her daze. She looked up at him and nodded, insisting he continued. “I don’t trust him, he just, it seems like he’s hiding something.” 

“He’s your best friend Chad-“ She sighed. 

“No, you’re, my best friend.”

She slumped her shoulders down, and just as she was mustering up a response, Anika walked into the living room. “Hey, dinner’s ready if you want to set the table up.” She offered, smiling. Y/N smiled and nodded, standing up and walking towards the dining room. 

Chad sat still for a moment before following her. 

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Ethan waited uncomfortably under Quinn’s bed, breath hitting back onto his face from the mask. He softly groaned as he heard Quinn and her hookup makeout. He looked at his watch, 7:45 pm, just five more minutes of this personal hell he was in. He heard Quinn’s hookup shout something from the bathroom incoherent to Ethan, and Quinn responded. Alright, Ethan thought, showtime.

In the dining room, Chad, Mindy, Sam, and Y/N sat at the table, while Anika sat in the living room. 

“Anika! Get your skinny ass in here!” Mindy shouted, to which Anika flipped her off and turned the volume up on the TV. 

Y/N turned to Sam, who had been constantly checking her phone. “How’s Tara?” Y/N asked Sam, who was staring into space. Sam turned her head towards her, and she mumbled an she’s fine. Y/N nodded, and looked back to her plate. Mindy looked between the three of them, who all sat in silence. She was tired of the awkward tension in the air, she wanted things to go back to normal. 

“You guys need to stop being boring,” Mindy complained, slightly hitting Chad’s shoulder. 

“Fuck off,” 

“I think everyone’s just… on edge. Let’s talk about something nice.” Sam suggested, giving the three younger ones an encouraging smile. Y/N glanced at Mindy, who was giving her a sly smirk. 

“I know what we can talk about,” Y/N cooed at Sam, earning a chuckle from Mindy, and she even got an exciting reaction from Chad. Chad leaned up from his seat onto the table. “What’s up with you and cute boy?” She wiggled her eyebrows. 

Mindy clapped her hands as Sam looked away bashfully. The two girls teased the oldest, and just as Mindy made kissy faces at Sam, her phone rang. Y/N saw Danny’s contact picture and immediately snatched her phone. “Oh, should I answer? I think I have a few questions for him,” She joked as she laughed with Mindy, whilst Sam tried to grab her phone back. Chad quietly laughed along with them as he crossed his arms. 

They heard a loud thud from Quinn’s room, along with groaning. Mindy let out a cackle as she heard the noises. “Guess Quinn is getting down and dirty again,”

Y/N laughed as she handed Sam back her phone, who declined the call. The noises became louder, rougher, and the group continued to laugh. There was a loud slam against the wall, and Chad muttered, “Jesus christ,” All of their phones dinged, which raised a level of confusion amongst the group. They all opened their phones, to see a picture of Quinn, and Ghostface, arms wrapped around each other as Quinn tried to get out of his grip. Her clothes were bloody, and her bed corner was pushed to the side. Immediately, they stood up and ran to the living room, stopping right in front of Quinn’s bedroom door. Anika stood up as they rushed in, asking them what was happening. Y/N reached for the door handle, but was pulled away by Chad. 

They stood in their positions motionless in fear as they waited for the pin to drop. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Quinn’s lifeless body flung out, falling on Anika, who let out a blood-curdling scream. 

“Shit,” Chad cursed as Ghostface appeared in the doorway. 

Under the mask, Ethan was a different person. He felt his entire body filled with ecstasy as he stood over the group. He swung his knife across Mindy’s shoulder, leaving a deep cut. She screamed in pain as she clutched her arm. 

Chad rushed to the front door and opened it, yelling at the others to follow him. Sam grabbed Y/N’s hand as she yelled at Mindy and Anika, and she started to tug Y/N towards the door. Ethan’s head jerked to Sam’s hand that held Y/N’s. 

He rushed towards Sam, slashing at her, but accidentally cut Y/N’s arm. His eyes widened as she groaned in pain, instantly wanting to apologize to her and hold her. He shook his head as he stayed in character, reaching behind him to close the door shut, locking it. 

Anika yelled at him, earning his attention. He reached down and grabbed her by the throat, cutting off her air supply. He threw her against the wall as his gloved hand remained around her throat. 

He stabbed her, really stabbed her. He sunk his knife into her abdomen, dragging the blade up as it tore through her skin. She wailed in agony, and Ethan only tilted his head at her, enjoying every second. 

He felt something bash against his head, and he fell down clutching the new formed wound. He looked up to see Y/N tightly holding a wooden knife holder. He only stared at her, which made her furrow her brows in confusion. 

Sam grabbed at her and pulled her into Quinn’s room, where Anika sat on the bed, holding her stomach. 

“Fuck,” Y/N cursed as she saw the blood spewing out onto Anika’s hands. Sam shut the door and locked it. She looked back at the three girls who stood in shock, and her eyes flickered over to the open door that led to the joint bathroom. She whispered to Mindy, telling her to shut it. Mindy only looked at Anika in worry, not moving. Y/N got up and rushed into the bathroom, stopping once she saw something red out of the corner of her eye. She turned to her left and let out a scream as she saw Quinn’s hookup's butchered bloody in the bathtub. Just as she screamed, Ghostface appeared in the other bedroom, staring right at her. She backed up as he walked towards her, his shoulders swaying. 

She heard Sam yell at her to close the door, while Ghostface just looked at her. She felt Mindy pull her back, and Ghostface swung at Mindy’s face, cutting her across the cheek. Sam helped the two girls in, and she immediately shut and locked the door.

“Mindy, dresser!” Sam yelled, back against the door. Mindy grabbed onto the dresser and slid it across the door. 

“Why didn’t he stab me,” Y/N thought out loud, which only caused Mindy to give her a quick suspicious glance. Sam headed to the window, where Danny shouted to her from the other building. 

“Y/N, help,” Mindy groaned, pushing up against the dresser. Y/N quickly snapped out of her gaze, and she rushed over to help Mindy. She felt Ghostface kick the door roughly, pushing both of the girls back a tad. She looked over to Sam, who was holding the end of a metal ladder that sat on the window seal. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Mindy cursed.

“Guys come on!” Sam yelled at them, but they urged her to go first, to which she obliged. Once she went across, Y/N told Mindy to go. Mindy kissed Anika passionately, before making her way across the ladder, shaking slightly. 

Y/N looked over to Anika, seeing her hunched over. “Anika you need to go,” Y/N begged. Anika shook her head before turning to Y/N, tears in her eyes. 

“You go, I’ll be right behind you.”

The door banged once again, and Y/N cursed before rushing over to the window seal. She climbed onto the ladder and looked back at Anika. “Come on when I’m halfway.”

Anika nodded and stood by the window as she watched her. As she crawled, she felt her hands and knees shake at the height. She heard the others yell at her from the window, but she didn’t focus on them, only the ground below her. She inhaled sharply as she made the halfway mark, looking back to see if Anika had gotten on. Anika cried, climbing onto the ladder. Just as Y/N inched towards them, she saw their eyes glance up to behind her, full of fear. 

She looked back, and she saw Ghostface appear in front of the window. Anika let out a cry once she saw him, and Y/N hurried quickly towards Sam’s reached out hand. She felt the ladder shake slightly as Ghostface took a hold of the end. It swayed side to side, the two girls quickly losing their balance. She grabbed onto Sam and Danny’s hands, and she felt the ladder be pulled from behind her. She heard Anika scream, and she looked back. Anika was no longer there, but on the ground.

Mindy sobbed as she stared at Anika’s lifeless body. Sam started to frantically say, “No, no, no,” as she felt the ladder slip from their side. 

The ladder fell, causing Y/N to swing against the wall. Sam and Danny held onto her, both letting out a grunt. 

“Fuck, fuck, shit,” Y/N cursed, looking down as her legs dangled above the ground. Danny started to tug her up over the seal, and Sam pulled her roughly through the window. Her chest rose up and down quickly as she felt Sam’s arms around her. 

“I’m so sorry,” Sam cried as she held onto her tightly. Y/N flicked her eyes over to Mindy, who held her hands on the back of her head as she cried. She felt herself start to cry with them, her heart beating fast. Her stomach felt queasy, and her head hurt badly. He didn’t stab me. He could have stabbed me. She thought. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it wasn’t; maybe it didn’t mean anything that he stood staring at her for a minute without rushing to hurt her. Maybe it was a part of his sick game. Maybe he actually didn’t want to hurt her.

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[sturnsreader]

sleeping in

part 1 of 6

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you and chris were never the type to sleep in, but after you stay up all night watching tiktok’s together you could imagine how difficult it would be to get out of bed the next day. especially if that time is 7 in the morning when you had gone to sleep at 3 in the morning.

you groaned as the ear bleeding alarm rang throughout your ears. you rolled over to stop the alarm and checked the time, it hurt your head seeing the early time. you turned your head to the window to find it still pitch black outside, then to chris, fast asleep in his bed; the street lights from outside barely lighting up the room and his face. you realized how awful you would feel if you had to wake him up right now and tell him he needed to go do a show with matt and nick. so instead of doing exactly that, you turned your phone face down and scooted closer to your boyfriend and placed your head on his chest and fell back asleep immediately.

you were woken up hours later to shuffling around the room and muttering. you fluttered your eyes opened and slightly tilted your head up to find chris running around the room collecting his things then tugging his shirt off.

"shit, shit, shit, shit!" he mumbled while throwing on a hoodie.

"chris?" you asked sitting up. "what time is it?"

"12:30!" he exclaimed with stress in his voice

chris slid on his shoes and grabbed his phone.

"babe, we need to go, please hurry!"

"w-what, why?" you stuttered with a whine. hearing those words made you want to dig a hole and never come back out.

"remember the show..? we stayed up until three in the morning.. and it’s in ten minutes!" chris ran a hand through his hair.

"fuck! i forgot!"

you practically jumped out of the bed and dug through your bag of clothes for an outfit and hurried to the bathroom and changed and quickly did some makeup and tied your converse on.

you met chris at the front door and you guys ran out of the house and to the car and you drove to the directions nick gave you.

"we made it!" chris smiled at you as you both panted.

as soon as you seen nick you gave him a big hug. “omfg babe you look so good” he said with a smile.

“you were almost late and didn’t answer my texts.” matt said to chris after you gave him a side hug.

"we just slept in." he told nick and matt. "it's not a big deal.”

chris scoffed and grabbed your hand, you turned around as you hold onto chris’ arm and waved at matt and nick. you walked together until the show started and more people showed up. chris hesitantly walked up on stage. right when we walked on every kids head turned to the both of you. it was your first time doing a big thing like this with him. your attention turned to two girls whispering and laughing to each other. you rolled your eyes at them and stood closer to chris. chris took your hand and smiled at you. a guy cat called you from the front of the crowd. you ignored him as chris flipped him off.

you look at chris while him, matt, and nick talk to the big crowd. you turned around to see the guy that cat called you to be smirking at you, you scrunched your nose in disgust and turned back around and turned your head to chris to find him very concentrated on the first question he was answering. he ran his fingers through his hair. his nose all scrunched up and you couldn't help but just melt at the sight of him.

time passed and chris had started talking, it made you really anxious from the amount of people staring at you. your leg started shaking and your foot started tapping. chris luckily noticed the sudden movement and placed his hand on my thigh and gently squeezed while rubbing it with his thumb. the tapping slowly came to a stop, but he didn't move his hand off.

"what's going on, mama?"

you tore your gaze away from the crowd as he was trying to get your attention.

"i'm just stressed out, it's okay." you huffed a laugh.

"hey," chris scooted closer towards you.

"it's okay, baby. do you want to talk instead of me so people can hear it from you instead of me?"

you looked up to nick as he was speaking, nick knew that you wanted to speak so he got up and gave you the mic. you turned to chris with a smile as he smiled back. usually, you guys liked to keep these moments to yourselves. you guys found it extremely soapy for couples to be like this in public, but in this moment all you wanted to do was kiss him; and you knew that was what he wanted by the little sparkle in his eyes. so, you quickly pressed your lips to his, closing the gap between you two.

you guys quickly pulled away and chris took a quick glance around. you started speaking, all four of you making jokes. you even told the crowd how you knew you were in love with chris.

the dude who cat called you was now staring at you. chris was pissed. you could see the red on his face. chris gave him a cold look, wishing he would wipe that ugly smirk off of his face.

"baby, are you okay?" you questioned catching chris's attention again.

"pay no attention to him, ma." he said in anger

you ignored it and started speaking again. chris stayed close by the rest of the time. soon, the show was finished and you walked off stage hugging nick and laughing. the dude who was staring at you the whole show was right behind us.

as you were walking back he caught your attention.

"you smell great, y/n. nice body too” he said as he licked his lips

you turned to face the boy.

“uh, who are you”

“micheal. you really are sexy as f-“

he was cut off suddenly by chris.

“the fucks wrong with you, bitch. back the fuck off.”

he stayed silent. staring me up and down.

”chris what's going on?” you whispered to him.

you watched chris as he pushed micheal’s shoulders “speak up motherfucker!” chris said with such anger. you have never seen him so angry.

you rolled your eyes and looked to chris who was biting his lip.

you started walking away when suddenly there was a slap at your ass. you first turned to chris with widened eyes but then heard laughing from behind you.

"shit! i got her good!" michael laughed.

chris's jaw clenched in pure anger.

"chris-let's just go." you tried to walk away with him but he stayed still like a stone.

"the fuck was that?" chris took a step closer.

"alright, tough guy." michael chuckled.

"chris." you said sternly.

chris turned to you a second later, but he didn't look you in the eyes.

"look at me." his eyes quickly met yours. "leave it. i'm fine. let's go."

chris took your hand and you guys didn't turn back as you started to walk off.

"yeah, that's right, walk away like a little baby." michael laughed.

chris had enough, he quickly turned around and punched him right in the face; making him fall to the floor. you gasped in utter shock as you saw michael's nose start to bleed.

"fuck! chris!" you quickly grabbed his wrist and ran with him all the way to the car.

you faced him and took a deep breath, his blue eyes staring at you apologetic.

"are you angry?" chris asked with a slight frown on his face.

"no, baby, no." you took a breath. "just... overwhelmed."

chris took your hand gently. "i'm sorry. i was just really angry and lost it." he frowned once more at you.

"hey, it's okay. that was a nasty thing of him to do."

you pulled chris in and tightly hugged him as he hugged you back then kissed your head. you always knew you couldn't stay mad at chris, it's impossible to.

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ahhhhh my first story posted !!!

hope you enjoyed (this is only part ONE of SIX, the GOOD stuff is coming soon) 🎀🐩🦴🦇

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Could I have something for eyeless jack with an s/o who's a night owl and has a chronically FUCKED up sleep cycle

I don't know if this is what you were looking for, but I wanted to stay true to Jack's opinions and general character

Jack himself is mostly nocturnal, so on one side, this does give you a lot more time to spend with him each day, which he appreciates because he loves you and he tries to spend as much time with you as he can each day. However, on the other side, he greatly worries for your health and well-being, especially speaking as a doctor, he wants you to take care of yourself, and skipping out on sleep every day is not the way to go about that. Due to this, Jack ends up trying to persuade you into a much better sleep schedule most of the time.

Jack will start with a direct approach first; asking for you to kindly and helpfully work with him so he can try and get you on track to a better sleep schedule. He would greatly prefer that you at least give an honest attempt at trying to improve your sleep schedule, as it would greatly upset him if you continue not trying to improve it at all, and could be a deal breaker in the long run unless you essentially just shift your entire existence to just be nocturnal like him because he doesn't want to date someone that doesn't care about their health. If you do agree to try and work with him, then Jack will be quite happy, and even if you don't make immediate progress, he's just happy to work with you to try to get better. Baby steps, one at a time is all that matters to him. 

Jack will start by trying to get your sleep schedule just a bit better. If you're staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning each night, he starts gradually bumping you back to 2, and then 1, and then 12, although he could handle 1 just fine if you can get there. The other thing is, he'd start getting you up earlier. Jack goes to bed about 8:30-9:30 each day, and so he would wake you up before he goes to bed every morning. He tries to regulate your schedule so your body can get more used to that. Although, of course, he always allows you to sleep in on days off or weekends, that way you are still getting a bunch of rest you might miss out on. He just does little things, like no devices 30 minutes to an hour before bed, lights off or dimmed, and just laying in there with you, cuddling up with you and talking with you as you get drowsy. If you enjoy aromatherapy, he'll introduce you to some products he likes for that, or if you would like to try out melatonin for just a couple of months to see how that treats you, he'll help you get some of that too (although he closely monitors your intake on that so you don't take too much, as it's meant to be taken short term). Jack is not expecting immediate results. He just wants you to be more mindful of your body and your health, and even if you can only get into bed an extra hour, an hour and a half earlier than you were, that's still progress and it makes him happy. He loves you dearly, and as happy as it would make him have your company all night, he knows that humans can't do things like that as it's not healthy, and as a doctor, it's something he doesn't want to encourage. 

[study-diaries]

Tips for before, during and after exams

Before (Night before and in the morning)

Pack your bag. Materials, supplies, everything etc.

Always take extra pens. If it's only an MCQ type, just take one extra pen but if it's a written theory exam. Take 2. (I always keep 4 pens with me and two in my bag just in case)

Sleep before 10:30 or max 12

I always recommend not to wake up too early during exams. Get a good 8-9 hours sleep.

Eat breakfast.

Don't drink/eat anything that will cause you have stomach upset or something. Cause you're already anxious, you need to be mindful of what you eat. I especially avoid coffee and tea.

Try to reach school an hour before the exam.

Revise things that you already know very well. DO NOT LEARN ANYTHING NEW.

Before (I'm talking about like 1 hour)

Take your water bottle. If your examiner doesn't allow it take 3 short sips before entering. If you are taking it, don't keep it on the table because there's a chance of spilling it.

Personally, I never ever revise before 30 mins of the exam. I just calm myself down repeating affirmations and duas.

Go to the bathroom and as much as possible try to avoid it during the exam.

Before entering, again make sure you have the supplies needed. Pencils, rulers, pens, erasers etc.

After taking your seat, just close your eyes and calm your breathing until you get the question papers.

Pray. I always pray. We need to be in our halls before 20-30 mins itself, so I just sit in my place for 30 mins and just pray and recite some duas. During this time, I also retain some important keywords and other things in my head

5 mins before, I take all my materials out and place it beside me with my watch.

During exam:

At the start, when I receive my question paper. I just look through the questions, I don't start writing immediately. I give a solid 5-7 mins for recalling the answers in short.

Then, start writing! Just write. Whatever you know. Puke it all out!

Always follow the question sequence.

If you don't know the question. Go to the next one and start from there. Otherwise you'll waste time. Come back to the question after you complete the paper.

Try your best to complete the paper before 20 mins till the exam ends. For 2 main things, presentation and cross checking.

I always underline my headings, subheadings, keywords etc etc and underline between each question so it looks neat. It looks good and it kinda covers for bad handwriting.

Cross check your answer sheet with the question paper. Are all the questions there? Have I accidentally written the wrong question number for the answer? Spelling mistakes? Grammar mistakes? Wrong answer? Just cross check and count the questions and see if you've written everything.

When you don't remember something or don't know something. Do not panic. Don't. Just take a breath and go to the next. After completing everything, write anything related to the word. Just anything. Try to remember if it is familiar and if it is, write the thing related to that topic. You will get a point for attending the question.

NEVER LEAVE A QUESTION. Just write something, it must be relevant but you'll get a point.

Set a time limit for each sections. Example: I have 4 sections in my exams, I always complete the first three in 1 hour 15-30 mins so I can have time for the last one which carries the highest points.

Stick to the time limit. Keep checking your watch in between and see if you're going according to plan. (It helps if you know how much time you take for each question.)

If you are writing an answer and you're kinda remembering another answer, write keywords in pencil on the margin so you won't forget it but don't forget to erase it before submitting the paper.

When you've completed. Just take a breath.

After:

Don't discuss answers with your friends. It's a waste of time, energy and causes panic.

Hydrate yourself. Drink water.

Get a small reward. Chocolate or any snack.

Be glad that you finished the exam.

If the exam didn't go well, just take some rest. Try not to think about it. Rant to someone because you'll feel better. No body is going to be asking you from years down the line about why you scored less in your highschool exams.

Watch your favourite tv show or something funny.

Take a walk.

Enjoy that it's over.

Hope it helps :)

[ilylovelyz]

some things cosmic.

pair : levi (as always) x genderneutral!reader

warning (s) : non-descriptive nightmares and death, cuddling, reader and levi are on a mission, mentions of hypothermia

you softly sighed a breath of mist as levi pressed another soft kiss onto the shell of your earlobe. usually levi wouldn't have been so physically touching, but after you had such a nightmare, you awoke with a gasp and a cold sweat.

you shivered closer to levi, leaning your back into him. it was quite cold today. it's winter, the fire isn't doing much to keep everyone warm. hell, what did you expect, the two of you were a little farther away than you should, simply for some privacy. levi was sitting behind you, legs on either side of you, his chest firmly against your back.

normally, he would be against this sort of pda, especially in front of 20-30 people. but, he had to make an exception this one time, after all, it was the dead of cold night, and they were all fast asleep. there was not much shelter to hide from the elements, the material of the green cloak you wear barely keeping you alive from hypothermia.

levi's cold hands were buried underneath your grey blouse, finding comfort in the warm skin little ways underneath your chest. you let out a small gasp when a wave of cold air hit you, gazing up at the starry night sky, this was going to be a long night.

"you can wear my cloak if you want." he offered. his head had leaned into your neck, nose breathing your scent. you shook your head in displeasure, "n-no," you shivered, "i don't want you to be cold t-too."

levi tch'd in annoyance, not at you of course, but rather of the people who were supposed to supply this mission. the weather had taken a turn, which caused a 1-day mission to somehow turn into a 2-day one. they didn't even think to supply blankets or sleeping bags.

suddenly a more aggressive sharp, cold blast of wind struck, almost blowing out the measly fire. unable to contain your discomfort, you gnashed your teeth, body vibrating in near agonizing cold. even the soldiers in their dead sleep groaned and shivered. levi inched closer to you, trying to find a way to heat your sensitive bodies up.

it's so cold, what if some of you don't even wake up? levi pressed another kiss to your neck, warm breaths sending heated shivers down your spine. you hummed at the sudden heat in pleasure. no doubt he was cold, but his attempts of putting you first was so admirable.

suddenly, you pulled away from him, almost immediately regretting it when the loss of his body warmth hit you. instead, you pressed your chest against his, legs intertwined as well. he was a little surprised at the new position, a little wary of the soldiers, but considering the situation, he didn't really care once his body made contact with yours.

god, you were warm. the two of you were impeccably close, basically heart to heart. he sighed into your neck, hands finding new purchase inside your shirt and on the small of your bare back. this is a long dark night.

[plantingatree]

Tips on how to ace exams ??

hii i hope the exams coming up for you go well!! here are my fav things to do to ace exams!! 🩷

1. if you need to memorise lots of content, use anki. anki is a computer software or website you can use to create flashcards. it automatically reschedules them for you so you can review them every day using spaced repetition. make sure you review the ‘due’ cards everyday (especially if you’re cramming) because otherwise the content to go over again will quickly build up and feel overwhelming.

2. if there’s math involved in your studying, do as many questions as you can. take pictures of questions that you get wrong and go over them again in a few days or weeks time (depending on how much time you have) to ensure you’ve learned from your mistakes and still remember what to do. there’s never enough questions you can do, the more you can get done, the better.

3. if you have access to past paper questions, do them alongside learning the content. exam technique is a whole new skill altogether that is super important to learn in order to ace the exams. a lot of certain exams also reuse the same questions / word them in a similar way so it also helps with memorisation and getting use to the style of questions and how to answer them.

4. Remember that although it’s stressful studying and anticipating these exams, it’s a temporary feeling. stress can be good to get you motivated but sometimes an overwhelming amount of stress can make it too difficult to study. take a deep breath, take it slow, and start again.

5. make sure you understand the content while learning it, too. i like to make mind maps that are similar to the flashcards so i can grasp the concept of the topic while also memorising it. some people rely entirely on exams being almost like ‘memory tests’ but they also examine your understanding of the topic, too.

6. get into a routine. wake up at a certain time, work at a certain time, take breaks at a certain time, and go to sleep at a certain time. keep these times consistent and make them into a habit like the way you make showering or brushing your teeth a habit. and remember the breaks you take are AS important as the revision. if you take no breaks you’re going to burn yourself out completely.

here are some timetables i like to use:

8:00-10:30

11:30-1:30

2:30-5:30

7:30-9:30

that’s 8 hours of revision with sufficient breaks.

or:

8:00-10:30

11:00-1:30

2:00-4:30

that’s 7.5 hours of revision but with smaller breaks, but you finish much earlier.

or:

10-12

2-4

5-7

thats 6 hours of revision with good breaks.

7. get good sleep, please. if you get bad sleep you’ll be too tired the next day and trust me that will mess EVERYTHING UP.

8. when learning flashcards, i like to read it three times, and then press ‘again’ (when using anki, or if you’re using paper flashcards, put it to the back of the pile). when it comes back up, i try to recall it. if i don’t get it right, i read it 3 times again, and then scribble it down on some paper — then press ‘again’.

10. use forest (or flora, the free version) forest is an app where you can grow pretend trees and ‘plant’ your own garden depending on how much you revision you do. if you end your timer before it ends, or go on a different app, it kills your tree! the more revision you do, the more coins you get and you can buy different types of trees. (message me if you get forest and you can add me! not flora tho, i don’t use that one)

i hope this helped!!!! good luck!!! 😁😁😁😁

[whats-k-popping]

sick han with prompts 1, 31, 81 and caretaker chan?

Remember back in July when I opened requests for this prompt list?? I'm so so sorry it's taken me this long to finish! But I hope this anon is still around! Thanks for requesting it. Despite the long time it took me to finish, I really did enjoy writing for Stray Kids. While I really enjoy them, it's the first time writing them. I hope the characterization is decent.

Pairing: Chan x Han - platonic intentions but read as you want.

Prompts: "You're burning up" || "Hey, are you still with me?" || Holding your hair as you're vomiting into the toilet. You keep apologizing, but seriously I don't mind.

Words: 2197

Warnings: Fever || Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of illness || Slight Angst

Jisung's been staring at the same piece of paper for hours now. He holds his head in his hands as he watches the words blur together, swimming around whatever percentage of his vision hasn't been plagued with floating black spots.

He promised Chan he would finish these lyrics, but he hasn't been struck with a single ounce of inspiration. And he's been re-reading the draft for so long that the words he's already written hardly make sense anymore. As much as it pains him to admit, he's not going to be able to finish it. 

Chan is sitting at his desk, while Jisung's sitting cross-legged on the floor. It's amazing, Jisung thinks, just how focused and dedicated his leader is. It's nearly 2 AM, and they've been holed up in this studio trying to finish this song since 6 PM. Chan hasn't complained once. He hasn't so much as stopped for a bathroom break, still clicking away on his laptop. Meanwhile, Jisung is putting all his energy into making the words on the paper stay still. It's just not fair. 

Eventually, the swirling syllables make his head pound and his stomach roll. He suddenly feels like he's on a boat in the middle of the ocean during a tropical storm. If he so much as glances back at that paper, he's going to lose his dinner. So he pushes the pages aside. 

The rapid fluttering of the paper startles Chan, who turns and looks at the youngest producer for the first time in hours. He looks confused, "You good?" 

Jisung nods, one up and down motion because anymore may make him dizzier than he already is. "I just need a little break. Been staring at the same thing for too long. It's starting to look like gibberish." 

Chan smirks, knowing he's been there before. He glances at the time and is shocked at just how much time has passed. Working until the early hours of the morning is nothing new for him, but usually Jisung calls a quits around midnight. Especially if they have early schedules the next day. 

The leader walks over to the younger member and drapes a blanket over his shoulders, "Take a rest. It might help refresh your mind." 

Jisung only protests for a moment before he rests his head against his folded arms. The blanket brings him a warmth he didn't realize that he was missing,  "Wake me in 30 minutes." He requests before quickly succumbing to the exhaustion. 

30 minutes passes like seconds to Chan, never an expert at keeping time when in the production zone. He falls so deep into the track he's working on that he forgets Jisung is even in the room with him. He's reminded when the young rapper lets out a whine loud enough to break through the leader's headphones.

Chan turns his chair to look at Jisung, who is still curled over the table asleep. Despite the whine that alerted him, he seems rather peaceful. So the leader assumes that it was just Jisung talking in his sleep. He's no stranger to the younger mumbling weird and random things in his sleep. 

He spares a glance at the clock and finds that two hours passed in the blink of an eye. It's after 4 now and Chan thinks maybe it's time the two of them head back to the dorm. Before Jisung wakes up with an awful cramp in his neck and an ache in his lower back. They have dance practice in the afternoon, and Chan knows Minho will not shy away from scolding him if Jisung's not in his best condition. 

Making sure he's triple saved his work, he shuts down his station and slides himself beside the sleeping rapper. As he scoots a little closer, he notices that Jisung's face is glistening with sweat. And his skin is noticeably pale even under the dimmed studio lighting. Weird, he thinks, Jisung seemed fine when they were working earlier. He presses one hand against Jisung's forehead and the other against his own. Jisung's skin is blazing compared to his. 

When Chan pulls his hand away, Jisung subconsciously follows. And when he can't find the cool hand anymore, he blinks himself awake with a quivering pout. His eyes eventually settle on Chan's figure beside him and he whines. "Hyung, where'd the cold go?" He slurs the words together, it's nearly indecipherable. 

Chan quickly realizes what Jisung wants and holds his hand back out for the rapper. Jisung takes the hands and holds it close to his face like a stuffed animal, nuzzling his cheek into the leader's palm. "Feels nice." He mumbles, nearly falling asleep again. "I feel funny," he admits.

"I'd bet you do," Chan uses his other hand to play with the rapper's sweaty strands of hair, "You're burning up." 

Jisung shakes his head, and Chan feels it in both of his hands more than he sees it happening. "No, not that. My tummy." He whines, "my tummy feels funny." 

At that, Chan moves the hand from Jisung's hair and presses it over his stomach area. He finds the rapper's middle swollen. And he can feel the organ gurgling angrily through the fabric of Jisung's shirt. "Oh, Hannie." Chan comforts. "You must've caught some kind of bug. Poor thing." He rubs the younger’s stomach, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

Jisung leans into the touch longingly, inching himself closer to Chan. "Hyung, ‘m sorry," he whines, "I don't think I can finish the lyrics tonight." The words fall out of Jisung's mouth like an afterthought, a similar slur to his sleep talking voice. 

Chan clicks his tongue. In all honestly, Chan had even forgotten about the lyrics and deadlines and group responsibilities. His sole priority right now is Jisung's health. “Don’t worry about that right now, Sungie.” he reminds in a soft voice as he strokes through Jisung’s sweaty hair. “Let’s just get you back to the dorm.”

What’s usually a simple task seems impossible. Jisung is so out of it, he can’t even force himself to stand on his own. Chan has to pull him up by the armpits. And even once he’s on his feet, Jisung sways a little before his head falls against Chan’s shoulder. “Hey,” he nudges the younger, “Are you still with me?” he panics, thinking Jisung had passed out on him. At this point, he’s thinking of skipping the dorm altogether and going right to the hospital. Jisung’s gotten too sick too quickly. 

When he feels Jisung nod his head against his chest, he relaxes a bit, just relieved that his dongsaeng is still conscious. He does his best to keep Jisung engaged while he thinks up a plan to get them back to the dorm. Walking doesn’t seem like a reliable option. 

While Chan comes to terms with the fact that he’s going to have to carry his sick member home, Jisung pushes Chan away with a force the leader didn’t know he still had. Jisung’s eyes widen and he lets out a wet hiccup. Clamping a hand over his mouth, Jisung runs out of the studio. Chan doesn’t have time to question the newfound burst of energy as he bolts after him. He follows him into the bathroom and into the largest stall at the far end. Jisung doesn’t even try to waste time locking the door. There are no obstacles in Chan’s way, which he greatly appreciates. 

Jisung bends at the waist over the clean bowl, stomach contents immediately slip between his finger tips, staining the seat and the walls. Some droplets splatter on the floor in front of him. He removes his now vomit soaked hand and uses it to grip the side of the bowl, mirroring his other hand. For a second, they are the only thing keeping him from smacking his head against the porcelain. But two hands support him quickly, one on his waist and the other on his shoulder. Jisung doesn’t have the mental bandwidth to resist as they guide him into a kneeling position. It’s probably for the best. His legs have nothing left after his sprint from the studio.

“Okay, okay,” Chan soothes. “I’ve got you.” 

Jisung just shakes his head, tears streaming down his cheeks as he continues to heave into the toilet. He has so many things he wants to say, but he can’t get a syllable out between gags. It’s warm and it burns his throat. The taste left behind just makes him more nauseous. When he sniffles, the sting of vomit burns the back of his nose. It’s a miserable experience. 

Strands of Jisung’s longer hair dangle in front of his face, frequently getting caught up in the sick pouring from his mouth. Chan does his best to pull them back, but every time he thinks he has them all one strand falls loose and dangles around the younger's mouth. It's a never ending cycle of carding and tugging at Jisung's hair. Chan even gets remnants of vomit on his hands in the process. But he manages to hold back the grimaces of disgust to spare Jisung's feelings. 

Jisung momentarily loses his sense of awareness to his surroundings. The only thing he can think about is the eruption of mostly digested food, stomach acid and bile pouring out of him. Every time he thinks it's over, he's starting again before he can even get in a decent breath. After 10 agonizing minutes, Jisung finally catches a break. He's able to take a deep breath that doesn't trigger a wave of nausea and assumes his whole body is empty. There's a hollow feeling in his abdomen and he briefly wonders if he's actually thrown up all of his organs in the midst of it all. 

He's shocked into reality when present company tugs at his hair, jostling his whole head. He's got a headache now, and that didn't help. He looks at the offending individual with as much malice as he can muster. It's a mere 2% intimidating. 

"Do you feel a bit better now that you've gotten it all out?" Chan asks, so gentle and kind and hand still clamped to the back of Jisung's head. He doesn't look mad. 

Jisung can't understand why he isn't. He sniffles, trying to ward off a new wave of tears. He's not sure why he's crying now. Maybe it's shame, or guilt. It could be the headache. It's probably the fever. But there's a lot going on. Jisung is overstimulated by his own emotions. It pours out of him like a fountain. "I'm sorry, hyung!" He whimpers. 

"I'm sorry for being so gross. I didn't mean to. And you had to stay with me." 

"Hannie-" 

"And I missed the toilet a bit. I made a mess here. And some of it got on you. I'm so sorry," 

"Han, it's-" 

"What if you get sick now? How will we get work done?" Jisung's eyes widen, "and I didn't finish the lyrics like I promised. I'm sorry, hyung! I tried. And you couldn't finish your work either. You stopped to take care of me." 

"Han Jisung!" Chan tried a third time in a more demanding tone. It startled the younger rapper, which Chan feels bad about. His dongsaeng needs comfort. Not scoldings. But it did finally got him to stop rambling. He softens his tone quickly. "You don't need to apologize for anything, alright?" He assures. 

Jisung just continues looking at him, still too stunned by his hyung's authoritative tone to react. 

"Everybody gets sick sometimes. It's out of our control. It's my job, as your leader and your hyung to take care of you when you need it. So I need you to let you me. And don't worry about work or the deadlines. I know you're doing your best with the lyrics. And they will still be there when you're feeling ready to finish them. But for now you need to focus on your health and getting better. Do you understand?" Jisung nods. "Good, now. How are you feeling? Any better than earlier?" 

Jisung shakes his head this time. "My tummy feels empty now. But I have a headache, and I'm really really cold." He admits, "Hyung, I just wanna go home." 

"That's my Hannie," Chan smiles, petting the younger man's hair. "Let's get you home. I'll get you two days off schedules so you can rest up. How does that sound?" 

Jisung smiles a bit. Chan thinks it's the smallest smile he's ever seen in his life. "Thank you, hyung" 

"You're welcome Sungie." He helps the younger to stand up and guides him out of the bathroom. He asks Jisung to wait on a hallway bench while he calls Changbin. It's nearly 5 AM now, and the third 3racha member is probably waking up to get ready for his morning workout. Probably the only member ever willingly awake this early, besides the ones who don't sleep.

While they wait for their fellow producer, Jisung bobs in and out of sleep leaning against the bathroom wall. Chan's taken to cleaning the mess that became of the stall without complaint. Because that's just what hyungs do.

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A/N: The ending feels a little rushed to me. I always feel like I want to keep writing until the sickie feels better, but that would be a super long fic. So I apologize for the abrupt ending.

As always, thanks for reading to the end! I really appreciate each and every one of you who make it this far! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

[russolover]

18 & 25 from your second prompt list🫰

Camp Nights

18. "It's ok. I couldn't sleep anyway." 25. "It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."

Today was the day you were finally going to Camp with the Lionesses, it wasn’t your first one but the first time it was with Alessia. Injuries and other circumstances always kept you two from being at camp at the same time but not this time.

I mean who wouldn’t want to be on camp with their girlfriend?

As you were zooning out you felt two arms softly tangle around your waist and a face pressing into your back. The familiar sweet strawberry odor immediately invaded your nose and painted a big smile on your face.

“hey baby”

You chuckled as the Italian pressed feathery kisses on your nape.

“excited for camp?”

She asked while still having her arms around you.

“Absolutely, I can’t believe we’re finally going together”

You smiled so much that you’re cheeks starting hurting. The slightly shorter blonde looked up at you and smiled which made her nose crunch and your heart beat ten times faster.

She put her hand on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss, her strawberry chapstick giving you flashbacks of the previous nights. Before the kiss could grow more passionate a subtle cough brought you two back to reality.

You looked behind you seeing Rachel and Millie standing there with smug smiles looking at you and alessia.

“Whatcha looking at?”

You laughed looking at the two elder women.

“You swapping spit with the backheel queen”

Millie deadpanned making you and alessia turn a deep shade of red.

The teasing continued for a while until the whole team was here and boarded the plane.

A few hours later the whole team landed in Australia, after getting the luggage and driving to the hotel, Sarina told everyone who they were sharing a room with.

Unfortunately in your and Alessias case it wasn’t who you expected it to be. You were pretty happy with Georgia being your roommate but it didn’t compare to having the Italian with you.

Tonight majority of the team decided to go out, Georgia included. You spent the rest of the evening hanging out with less and tooney while watching a movie. As the night went on you felt yourself growing more tired by the second especially because the blonde wouldn’t stop caressing your hair.

You gave Alessia a sweet kiss and tooney a playful smack on the head before returning back to your assigned room to go to sleep.

You were sound asleep until a knock on the door made you get up. You turned around and looked at the time, 1:35 am. It’s probably Georgia, you thought as you opened the door. Unexpectedly it was your girlfriend wrapped up in a blanket looking at you guilty.

“I’m sorry amore did I wake you up?”

She whispered while you let her into the room

"It's ok. I couldn't sleep anyway."

You replied trying to make her feel less guilty. You immediately got back into bed and held your arms open for her to join you. Without saying something the blonde crawled on top you, resting her face in your neck and wrapping her arms around your midsection. Her satisfactory sigh could be heard from miles away as you starting stroking the back underneath her shirt.

“Good Night Y/n”

She mumbled tiredly and placed one last kiss on your jaw before she feel asleep.

“Good night my love”

You replied softly, not stopping to stroke her back until you were convinced the Italian was sound asleep. Not long after you feel asleep as well.

At around 9am your alarm woke both of you up. Waking up in the same position as the one you fell asleep last night. You were pretty convinced that alessia had fallen back asleep in the span of 10 seconds after you turned the alarm off. But you had to get up, breakfast was only until 9:30.

“Baby”

You whispered into her while placing feathery kisses on her forehead and cheek. She sighed softly but didn’t reply.

“Hermosa wake up”

You whispered again knowing how much she loved when you spoke your second language,

"It's nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today."

She said tiredly while nuzzling her head deeper into your chest.

“It should be like that everyday mi corazón”

You replied tracing your hands over her bare back. She smiled softly at the nickname and placed a kiss on your chest before she propped herself up onto her arms. You pulled her face closer placing your lips on hers. The tired kisses slowly turned into more passionate ones but before anything could go further a knock on the door interrupted the two of you.

“Breakfast is almost over hurry up”

Tooney shouted through the door making you and alessia finally get up.

[osbornenthusiast]

octogoblin headcanons under the cut because I love them so much

(Very minor cw for nosebleeds on this first one)

Otto gets nosebleeds all the time. Like, once or twice a week. Norman has woken up to Otto just sitting on the bed with a paper towel on his nose like a thousand times.

Additionally, Norman is a BIG TIME GERMAPHOBE and he always has been. Tying that back to Ottos nosebleeds, Norman refuses to get anywhere near Otto while his nose is bleeding. If Otto’s nose started bleeding in bed, the entire bedspread is getting washed. Norman doesn’t care if there isn’t a single drop of blood on the bed, he will be deep cleaning it.

These two have complete opposite sleep schedules. Otto usually doesn’t fall asleep until around 2-3 AM and, if he’s not working in the morning, won’t wake up until about 12 PM.

Norman on the other hand, has the sleep schedule of a goddamn military soldier. This man is always asleep by 9:30 PM and never wakes up past 6AM. (That’s on a bad day, he’s usually awake by 5:30 AM). Otto can expect a daily lecture about getting enough sleep and how unhealthy his sleep schedule is, but Otto can’t help it. He can’t remember the last time he fell asleep before midnight, that’s just how his body works🤷‍♂️.

Norman refuses to let Otto kiss him on the mouth in the morning. He doesn’t want Otto kissing him before he’s brushed his teeth, it grosses him out. Mornings for these two have become a daily battle of Otto (jokingly) trying to sneak a kiss on the lips before Norman can swiftly turn his head away.

Norman absolutely loves Frank Sinatra (duh) but Otto cannot STAND Frank Sinatra. Otto doesn’t really have a genuine reason as to why he doesn’t like Sinatra, he just.. hates him.

Norman figured out his husband hated Frank Sinatra during a car ride home from a dinner date. Norman started playing “The Nearness of You” when Otto turned the volume down and half-jokingly asked if Norman could play some “real music”.

Skip to 25 minutes later, Norman and Otto are at home and Norman has been going on a constant rant about how Frank Sinatra is the “definition of real music!” and Otto is absolutely baffled that someone could rant about something so minuscule for so long.

Staying on the topic of music, Otto collects vinyls like you would not believe. Norman collects them too, but not nearly as much as Otto.

Otto has multiple boxes full of vinyl records that he’s been keeping since he was around 13. Some of them are first editions that he’s held on to over the years.

Ottos favorite vinyls are:

1- Brahms: Cello Sonatas Nos 1 & 2 / Bruch. This man is a sucker for classical music. He especially loves it when he and Norman are alone together in their living room, intimately slow dancing to the sounds of violins and cellos and the like. He just finds it so beautiful.

2- Verities and Balderdash. Norman introduced Otto to Harry Chapin back in the early 70s when Chapin was alive and still making music. Otto very quickly fell in love with this album specifically, loving the numerous emotions it delivered, the use of orchestras in some of the songs, and mostly Chapin’s unique yet beautiful voice. Otto and Norman actually got to see Chapin in concert in 1974, and it was one of the best concerts Ottos ever seen.

3- Desire. Otto adores Bob Dylan’s writing, but he only listens to certain albums. He likes bits and pieces of Blood On The Tracks, or even Street-Legal, but he’s not too keen on the sound of Dylan’s other work. This album though, Otto adores. Once again, Otto was instantly drawn to the dramatics and overall feeling of this album. His favorite song on Desire is One More Cup of Coffee, mainly because of the violins and melancholic feeling of the song.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

From the Ashes Pt. 20

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV, character death, blood

Words: 5147

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

You sob out loudly to the swirling dark shadows around you “P-Please let me go! I can’t breathe!”

Everything was closing in on you, mercilessly stabbing your chest and squeezing your heart until you felt like you were about to pass out. Not even the flickering lights of the candles could help banish the dark. You tried to think of what Melisandre had told you, but any comforting words were escaping you.

One lone piercing blue eye watched as you suffocated. Turned out it was his shadowy hand that had a tight vice on your heart. Claws digging into the large muscle that kept you alive. The darkin that had tried to kill you in Volon Therys. Why was he so intent on killing you? You couldn’t even ask why as the very breath from you ceased to flow. Whispers and chants were soft to your ear as you struggle to stay conscious. You didn’t want to die like this. Not when your life was finally going right for once. Not when you had finally earned a proud look from your brother, from everyone.

The lone eye swirls and morphs into a large golden shape until it finally takes the form of Cersei’s face. “You are nothing. You will always be the pathetic little mouse of Casterly Rock.” She gripped your heart until all the shadows disappeared and you were left in total darkness.

“Do not fear the dark, my love.”

There’s light from sweet Lady Joanna’s hands as she lifts your face up.

“(y/n)! Wake up!”

Out of reflex you immediately strike out at whoever was shaking you awake. Unfortunately your victim happened to be Jaime. Gagging slightly from the punch you had delivered to his throat, Jaime holds onto his neck. Your room was still filled with the soft nighttime light.

“J-Jaime! Oh gods, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” You crawl over to him, trying to coax his hand away to examine the damage.

Shaking his head, Jaime clears his throat. “F-Fine. I’m fine. Nice reaction time, (y/n).” Despite the praise, his voice was raspy. It made you feel even worse.

Lighting a candle that was next to your bed, you could tell that Jaime had been roused from sleep since his long blonde hair was free and curled around his face. Beautiful hair that reminded you of the vision of Cersei you had just had.

“What are you doing out of bed so late in the night?”

Pressing his back against your massive amounts of pillows and cushions, Jaime rubs at his throat. “Actually it’s early morning. I normally wake up around this time to warm up on the training ground.” Indeed there’s a hair tie around his wrist so that he could pull back his hair. “I heard your cry when I was passing by. Normally there are guards on patrol, especially around your chambers. I was worried.”

You smile in relief. “I’m fine. It was just a nightmare.”

“Must have been a terrible one. You’re breathing a little heavy.” He points out. His shoulder bumps against you as he gets comfortable in your bed. Apparently he was going to keep you company.

Incredibly grateful for your brother, you nod. “Yeah. . . my dreams are always so real and intense. Normally they aren’t that scary though. The darkin was in my dream. Do you. . . Do you think that darkin can access dreams too?”

In a tone of distaste, Jaime asks “Did your Red Witch say anything about it?”

You knew he didn’t like Melisandre one bit. Which was odd considering how beautiful she was. Even more so than Cersei was. “She didn’t mention it. But the shadows in my dreams seemed so alive. The way they moved. . . It was exactly like when I fought him. I don’t understand. Melisandre said that darkin are supposed to be servants of Azor Ahai. Why does this one want to kill me?”

Pursing his lips, Jaime shrugs. “Who knows. In the stories mother told us, darkin were always portrayed as monsters and demons.”

“That’s because the people of Westeros don’t understand what goes on in the culture of Essos. We think them savage and backwards. Having traveled through the land, we know better now. I know better. Melisandre has no explanation as to why he’s after me.” Curling your arms around your legs, you place your chin on your knees. “I wish I knew. Nuahlin and Weles are nervous about letting me go into the city today. They want me to be escorted by fifteen Fiery Hands. Bennero doesn’t want my entourage to be that big. Says it would draw a crowd to me before my official ceremony.”

“Who cares about your official ceremony. Your safety is more important.” That had been Jaime’s argument during yesterday’s council. A darkin couldn’t possibly take on more than one person at a time. There was safety in numbers. However, Bennero thought differently and wanted you to disguise yourself as a red priestess. He wanted Melisandre and Alizah to attend you, with only two Fiery Hands.To Jaime, that wasn’t enough. The Fiery Hands that Bennero wanted to go with you was of course Weles and the big laughing Tyroshi Iyan. Of course Jaime wasn’t going to let that happen. If you were going out into a potentially dangerous situation, he wanted to be there. But apparently people knew of Azor Ahai’s reborn brother with bright blonde hair. Of course they had seen him with you when you first arrived in Volantis. It would be a tip off if your brother were to tag along.

He was worried. If something were to happen to you and he wasn’t there. . . the thought plagued him. “If that guy is as dangerous as everyone makes him out to be, I want to be by your side. I’m your sworn sword. Even if you can protect yourself now, I want to stay with you. I promised.”

Uncontainable joy envelopes you as you abruptly throw your arms around Jaime, perhaps for the first time. Jaime was so warm, that warmth fought off whatever lingering fear you had. “I’ll talk to Bennero and Weles. We’ll figure something out so that you can go too. You’re right. My sworn sword needs to be by my side at all times.”

Hesitantly, Jaime returns your hug. “I won’t let that shadow asshole hurt you.”

Trying to convince the High Priest to let Jaime go with you was easier said than done. Even Melisandre seemed to be against it, claiming that Jaime wouldn’t be strong enough against the darkin. That his faith was still weak. For once you put your foot down. If they didn’t agree then more than likely Jaime would sneak out of the Red Temple in order to be with you. He would always find a way.

Reluctantly they agreed that a slightly larger guard squad would be sent out ahead of you while Weles and Jaime stayed with your group. After all, you would be getting your very own sword so that you could better defend yourself. You wouldn’t have to rely entirely on Jaime and the Fiery Hand. Unfortunately this incident made Jaime resent Melisandre even more. He didn’t like being called weak by anyone, especially by the woman he called the Red Witch.

“I wish I could go with you too.” Rhiannon sighed as she helped you into a red gown. Hanging off of her arm was a red shawl that would cover your hair. The dress looked incredibly similar to the one that Rhiannon wore, fairly simple with nothing flashy. The red hue of the fabric was nearly faded, almost to a brown color.

Pulling your hand through the sleeve, you had to be careful as the wound on your palm still hurt and was healing slowly. “I wish you could go too. It’s going to be such an awkward walk to the blacksmith’s. As if Jaime didn’t need another reason not to like Melisandre.”

At that Rhiannon purses her lips and looks away, her fingers petting the shawl. “I don’t blame him. People from Asshai are a strange kind. They have powers that no human should have.”

Asshai was known as the Shadowlands, anything that came from there was cursed. It’s said that even the fish in the waters surrounding Asshai contained deformed fish that only shadowbinders dared to eat. Even according to Melisandre, nothing grows in her land. Even children are not seen in the Shadowlands. She had been helping you hone your skill in fire reading though and was always willing to share her wisdom on the darkin. A people that were now nearly extinct.

“She brought us Alizah though, so I can’t exactly dislike her.” admits Rhiannon quietly. Securing the shawl around your head, she tucks away your blonde bangs that were peeking out. “Her powers are nonetheless terrifying.”

“We should be thankful that she is on our side then.” You hold Rhiannon’s hands to ease her worries.

She squeezes them in reply. “Please be careful, my lady. I will pray for your safe return.”

“I’ll be fine. Jaime will be with me.” You had such faith in your older brother that you knew as long as Jaime was present, nothing bad could ever happen to you. He wouldn’t let that happen. After all, he was one of the best knights in Westeros. Gaining the title of knight at such a young age was an accomplishment that few could brag about it. And you had seen him further grow under the training of Weles. If you ever did return to Westeros, Jaime would be unstoppable.

Front doors of the temple slowly peel open to reveal a bright day ahead of you. At last you would get to see the city of Volantis first hand.

You were giddy, nearly bouncing on the balls of your feet at the excitement of it all. Behind you, Weles didn’t match your joy as his face was set in a stern expression. He was on duty after all to protect you, but Jaizme couldn’t resist the smile that crept up on his face as he watched you. Even Melisandre had to cover her grin with her hand. As scary as many found her, she had taken on a somewhat motherly role to you. Not entirely motherly, but Melisandre wanted to prepare you for the world that you were about to step into.

“Easy, Your Grace.” Melisandre chuckles. “It looks like you’re going to give poor Weles a heart attack.”

Ever smiling Alizah giggles while casting her dark eyes over at the captain of the Fiery Hand who merely huffed in response. Both of his hands were hovering above his weapons. “This is no laughing matter. There is an assassin still out there trying to kill her.”

Rolling her red eyes, Melisandre counters “Yes, we are all well aware. But what darkin can defeat our savior? She knows now how to fight. And she has her faithful brother.” There’s a certain glimmer in her gaze when she references your brother. You notice Jaime slightly bristle.

“Weles is right. We still need to keep our eyes open and our guard up.” Jaime insists, backing up his brother in arms.

“Yes, that’s all good, but do let (y/n) have her fun. She’s been cooped up in the temple for months. This is her first time outside in the real world.” Alizah takes your arm. “Shall I give you a tour?”

Your wide smile hurt so much but you didn’t care. “Yes please!”

Crossing the stone bridge that led up to the temple’s front steps, you looked over to see the sparkling water below. A few small boats were filtering through. The long bridge that you crossed was said to be strong enough to hold dozens of elephants if the need be. Ahead the cobble roads were wide; Alizah had told you that centuries ago when the city was built they made the roads large so war chariots could ride side by side.

The city was so rich in history that you felt your neck grow sore as you swiveled your head all around to truly absorb your surroundings. Citizens of Volantis didn’t give you a second glance as you were dressed in the red priestess garb which allowed you to fully enjoy your tour. Although you couldn’t help but notice many people that had tattoos on their face. Not like the ones the Fiery Hands had. They were in different shapes: tear drops, flies, large ones that resembled wheels. Alizah was hesitant to tell you what each tattoo meant, but Melisandre stepped in and told you the cold truth. Slaves were a normal thing in Essos. You knew that. Many in the temple were raised from a young age, initially bought as slaves from their mothers. Sirvart had once been a slave. Rhiannon and Thalina had entered the temple and started off as slaves before earning their title as red priestess. It helped that Thalina had the special talent for reading flames. The sight of them though still made you uncomfortable. There was no shortage of slaves in Volantis though. You saw that walking through the busy streets and listening to Valyrian being shouted back and forth.

Jaime and Weles kept close to you, giving anyone who strayed too close an evil glare; warning them that coming any closer could mean death.

After traveling across the continent, the walk to the blacksmith’s was a breeze. Heat radiated from the building as it was fairly open. Loud clangs met your ears as hammers slammed against steel. A hand few of Fiery Hands were already stationed outside, awaiting your arrival. Sighting you, they stood at attention. Iyan had been put in charge of the vanguard.

Weles siddles up to his Tyroshi comrade. “Anything that looks out of sorts?”

For once he didn’t have his normal smile. All business, Iyan shakes his head. “No. Not yet at least.”

Nodding, Weles turns to Melisandre and Alizah. “You two may escort her inside. Nuha Kosh, he only speaks Valyrian. Will you be able to keep up with him?”

Vidarr shot you a confident smile, the two of you had been studying after each training day along with Rhiannon. You were sure with your Valyrian vocabulary. “Yes, I’ll be fine.”

“Well, it is time for you to receive your Lightbringer.”

Before even stepping inside, the heat hit you. Beads of sweat sprung up on your temple and pooled above your upper lip. Inside were two men, one was hammering away; sparks flying in every way. The other was an old man, his leather apron matched the leathery lines on his face. Thick eyebrows overshadowed his eyes, nearly hiding them. Thinning white hair was tied back into a soft bun.

At the sight of the red priestesses, the old man yells at his son in Valyrian to stop. His son spins around and bows. Slowly the old man gets off of his stool to properly greet you. You were surprised that this man was still capable of making fine swords. Although he had muscles to his arms, his back was slightly stooped over. Hands strong yet nobby and dry from the work that he does.

In Valyrian, he begins to speak. “What an honor it is to be witness to the champion of R’hllor. For centuries, my family has been in the business of working with Valyrian steel. We are one of the only families left to still forge them.”

“The honor is all mine.” You place your right hand on top of your heart. A gesture Rhiannon had taught you. “I have been told that it was your ancestors who forged Blackfyre, one of the finest blades in all of history.”

That seemed to please him that you were already aware of his family’s renowned fame. Copying your gesture, he boys. “Call me Gez-par. Gez-par Uodiyn. My son, Dal-ber.”

Dal-ber keeps his head bowed until his father motions him to bring forth a long silk wrapped item. He carries it as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. Gez-par’s weathered hand runs over the silk in a loving manner. “It has been ages since the last time I made a sword so worthy of Valyrian steel.”

His son gets down on one knee and presents it to you, balanced on his palms. “Kostagon nyke rudhy naejot ao, Ōñosmaghare (I present to you, Lightbringer).”

Lightbringer.

Even though there was no sight of any threat, the Fiery Hands still stood backs straight and eyes forward. Especially Jaime who couldn’t help but train his ear toward the blacksmith’s residence. The sound of hammering had stopped and it was quiet. His muscles twitched, wanting to be inside of there but he knew he was lucky enough to even be standing guard outside.

That damn Red Witch had been so insistent that Jaime wasn’t strong enough. That he was lacking faith to be able to properly protect his sister from the darkin. He didn’t need faith to be a good warrior, all he needed was a blade. Jaime even resented Weles a little bit for agreeing with Melisandre. It had been a stab at him. For so long, Jaime had trained with Weles. Thought of him as a comrade. And to have Weles turn on him. . .Jaime had never anticipated that kind of betrayal from him. Why had the captain not backed up Jaime? He knew how good Jaime was in a fight. Was it because Jaime did not have flames of R’hllor tattooed onto his face? Sirvart didn’t have the flames upon her cheeks, yet she was still regarded as a strong soldier.

“If you scowl like that too often, your face will get stuck like that.” Feichin lightheartedly chuckles. When Jaime’s face didn’t even twitch, Feichin grimaced. Dark brown eyes flick over to Weles who was in the center of their line and self consciously scratches at the orange ink on his face. Jaime was the only one in the line up without them.

Bitterly, Jaime whispers “What makes Weles think I’m not worthy enough to protect my own sister. Just because I don’t have those flames on my face.”

“Well, it doesn’t necessarily have to be on your face.” He reasons. “Sirvart’s tattoo is on the back of her neck to cover up her old slave brand.”

“They’re just tattoos.” Scoffing, Jaime crosses his arms in front of his chest. His biceps had grown since his days in King’s Landing. He had definitely gotten stronger thanks to training with the likes of the giant Yophiel and barrel chested Dritan.

Feichin smiles gently. “That’s not so my friend. Perhaps that’s why Weles thinks less of you because you criticize something you don’t know about. It’s an honor to be inked with the flames of R’hllor. There’s only a hand few of priests at the temple that are certified to do them. The formula of the ink is a secret but it does have magical properties. It wasn’t just Sirvart’s weapon that was able to fend off the darkin. It was the aura of her tattoo. I know it sounds absurd to a Westerosi like you who believes in different gods. But it’s reality for us.”

Jaime was quiet for a moment before speaking in a lower tone. “I don’t believe in any gods. I never have. I believe in (y/n) though. I have seen her survive through many things that would have killed a regular person.”

There was admiration in his voice that Feichin couldn’t deny and not for the first time. Whenever Jaime spoke of his sister or watched her train, there was a sense of awe in him. He was mesmerized by her entire being. At first Feichin had played it off as a doting older brother, but there was something off.

“There is no denying the mysticism of (y/n). But even she serves the Lord of Light who is a higher being.” As if struck by an arrow, Feichin’s smile completely shatters and his dark eyes grow wide; body going completely rigid.

“Are you-”

There was no time to ask questions as Weles and the rest of the men went still as well with Weles hissing out orders to keep your weapon at the ready. Weles doesn’t look at Jaime’s quizzical face. “The darkin approaches.”

How. . .

Oddly as if Feichin were reading Jaime’s mind, he points to the golden flames on his cheeks.

Magical properties. Jaime would have to eat his words and apologize to Feichin later. This should have been the least alarming thing that Jaime had learned while in Essos. The world continued to educate him.

Seconds ticked, matching the rhythm of Jaime’s heart. His eyes strained to see anyone. The streets were mainly empty with a few people going on with their daily lives. Then slowly, peeling away from a corner’s shadow, came a tall figure with red dreadlocks and a mask covering the bottom half of his face. What really made Jaime’s gut curdle were the shadows that slithered behind him. Alive like wreathing snakes.

This was the monster that Joanna would tell them stories about, a monster that was striding right to them.

Jaime wasn’t afraid though. In fact, fear was nowhere seen in his body. He was enraged. This was the monster that had been hired by his Cersei, the one that attacked (y/n). He had vowed that regardless of what threatened her, that he would slay all of (y/n)’s enemies. Those who meant to do her harm. Jaime lurched forward to blindly attack before

Feichin pulls him back. “Stay in line!”

No. He wanted to put an end to this darkin.

Stepping forward, Weles makes an arch with his sword as he presents it. “Stop right there darkin. What business do you have here?”

Falling on deaf ears, the darkin continues his path over to them. Weles gave them the command to unsheath their swords. The sight of them makes the darkin stop and flinch. One single light blue eye flicks over to Jaime.

“Jaime of House Lannister?”

Jaime licked his lips in agitation. “Answer my commander. What business do you have here?”

Pausing for a moment, the darkin slowly returns to his walk. “I have been charged with bringing you back to Westeros. Back to Casterly Rock.”

“Sorry to have to make you come all the way out here, but I’m not going back anytime soon.” He narrows his eyes. “What else were you hired to do? Surely I can’t be that important.”

“My employer would disagree.”

A cold hand reaching into him, Jaime felt himself jerk slightly before he realized that his entire body couldn’t move. His muscles wanted to, but despite their efforts all that paid off were a few twitches.

Everything broke loose; Weles’ shouts, commands being given and trained men immediately going into position. And there was nothing Jaime could do except watch as his comrades attacked while Iyan orders Vidarr and Yophiel to go into the blacksmith’s forge to alert the others. Fiery Hands crept slowly around the darkin who didn’t seem to mind them. That is until Weles struck at him, landing on his feet mere inches from the darkin as he slashed away like a berserker. The darkin fluidly evaded each one, his feet seemingly floating on air as he so effortlessly moved around Weles. Three men behind him made their move but were quickly stuck to their own shadow. Weles and the darkin continued to be entangled in this absurd dance. As good as the darkin was, Weles was just as good. His sword hissed as it made contact with the darkin’s own blade. It seemed to have appeared in his hand in a blink of an eye.

Cursing relentlessly, Jaime willed with all of his strength to move his body. He wanted to scream. Never before had he felt so helpless. The feeling of being binded to someone else’s will, it made him go crazy.

Everything was happening so fast. Fiery Hands were falling down, whether dead or stunned, Jaime didn’t know. From watching though it became clear that the darkin could only keep control of so many shadows. He’d be forced to release some in order to grab hold of others that dared to come too close. Maybe that was due to the magical properties of their tattoos, whatever it was kept everyone relatively safe. Even grabbing hold of someone’s shadow didn’t last too long.

“Still think these are just silly tattoos?” Feichin managed to chuckle as he grabbed Jaime’s arm. Once his fingers come into contact, the shadow beneath his feet trembles before retreating to it’s master who subsequently glares over in their direction. “You okay?”

Jaime gasps, finally able to move his body. “Y-yes.” He meets the darkin’s glare with equal fire. “He is going to regret doing that.”

“Whoa whoa. Slow down. We need to get (y/n) out of here safely.”

“We need to kill that thing. Otherwise (y/n) will never be safe. He’s obviously not going to kill me. He was given orders to return me alive most likely. At least I hope.” Brandishing his blade, Jaime charges. Behind him he could still hear Feichin calling him an idiot.

The darkin was still in the midst of his battle with the other Fiery Hands, like a horse swatting flies with it’s tail. He handled them so effortlessly. Then again, when you can skip and hop through shadows it makes evading an attack simple. If he was holding people with his shadow though and disappeared through a shadow, it would ultimately release whoever he had held captive. He couldn’t keep his enemies still while jumping through the dark.

Mid fight with Weles, the darkin suddenly sinks through the ground. Swallowed up by an unforeseen force before popping up in front of Jaime.

Jaime skitters and stops just in time to prevent himself from crashing into the assassin. From behind him, Feichin charges with his blades making the darkin bring up his own weapon to block it. Taking the opportunity, Jaime swiped his sword at the darkin’s feet to try and throw him off balance. His attack kissed air as the darkin once again disappeared.

Gritting his teeth, Jaime stumbles to stand up. The Fiery Hand kept their guard up, prepared for when the darkin decided to arise. Jaime kept glancing at the blacksmith’s forge with worry.

Feichin jerks, choking on air until Jaime realized that blood was coming from his mouth; the tip of a blade peeking out from his gut. Fingers hover around where the sword pierced him, slightly confused. Fiery Hands howl at their fallen comrade.

The darkin pushes Feichin off of his sword and onto the ground. Without protest, Feichin’s body collapses against the ground; his fingers still grope around for his sword so that even as he lay dying, he could continue to fight. It was over for him though.

Even the blood on the darkin’s black sword was still glistening brightly. Now that most of the Fiery Hand were behind him, the darkin was more capable of keeping them pinned to the ground. The soldiers that were still protecting the forge took the initiative and prepared for attack.

“Jaime Lannister.” His voice was dull, lacking any vibrancy. Again, Jaime felt that cold feeling enter him. “It’s time for you to return to Westeros.”

Before he could even touch him, the darkin hisses and whips around. On his back was a deep cut that ran across the back of his torso.

The culprit stood, cheeks flaming with anger and eyes that were normally a muddied green were now pits of hellfire. The Red Witch and Alizah were right behind her as Vidarr and Yophiel look on with concern.

“Stay away from my brother.” (y/n) growls.

“Oh gods, Jaime!” you move for the exit but Yophiel and Vidarr immediately block your way. Yophiel towered over everyone in there, even Gez-par’s son Dal-ber was no height match for him.

“We can’t let you out. We need you to stay here until he’s been dealt with.” Vidarr replies.

However neither one of your trio didn’t agree with this plan. Melisandre places a hand on your shoulder and a pleasant smile on her face. “Ilva Kosh wants to be out there with the rest of you. You forget your place.”

Even Alizah chimes in “Are you saying you do not believe in her?”

Yophiel paled. Women were his one weakness. He was definitely raised as a mama’s boy, forced to be a gentleman even under extraneous circumstances. “Of course not. . . But-”

“Weles gave the order.” Vidarr is slowly crumbling under who to follow, Weles’ orders or your insistence. “You have done well in your training, but you’re still ways from becoming a master of the blade and dance.”

“Act like a champion.” Alizah’s whisper reaches you. “Give them the order and they will obey.”

“They have to.” Melisandre nods.

Your fingers run along Lightbringer’s hilt. It conformed perfectly into your hand and further extended your arm. Freshly styled Valyrian steel against your hip gave you warmth. “I command both of you to stand down. I’m joining my brother and my men out there. The darkin is after me. I won’t go down so easy this time.”

Biting his lip, Yophiel turns to Vidarr but even he could offer no help. “Ziry's īlva kosh. Weles iksis sepār īlva jentys (She's our champion. Weles is just our captain).”

Frowning, Yophiel slowly gets out of your way. “If Weles asks me what happened, I’m blaming you.”

With a chuckle, Vidarr agrees. “Fair enough.”

“R’hllor is with you. Remember that.” Melisandre ushers you outside.

You thank Gez-par and his son for all they had done for you. Gez-par said a few words in Valyrian that you did not know. They were probably ancient Valyrian words. Right as you step out, the sight of a Fiery Hand falling to the ground made you pause. You heard Vidarr and Yophiel curse, moving around Melisandre and Alizah to aid their comrades. Seeing that Vidarr and Yophiel were still with you, the others that had been guarding the front spring into action against the darkin. They were just as quickly disposed of. All you saw was the back of the darkin. You would know those red dreadlocks anywhere.

Something screamed inside of you. Pure anger. Anger and rage as the darkin immobilizes your brother. He was getting too close to him for comfort. Not even thinking, you hurl yourself, sword swinging at his back. His shoulders shudder as a hiss escapes him. You pivot back and await for him to turn around. That single blue eye that haunted your sleeping hours. Fingers grip even tighter around the hilt of Lightbringer. The steel sung at the fresh blood it had been offered.

“Stay away from my brother.”

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