#find someone who cares about you the way these two cared about each other!

[simpjaes]

you need to continue that jayhoon for my mental sanity PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

continuation of this. or, the one where Jay really wants to bottom for sunghoon since he can never find a girl, so...he does.

Warnings: they fuck this time, as in, dude on dude. cock in butt. anal sex. two dicks in the frame.

IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE WITH SHIP FICS OR MXM THAT'S FINE. Don't hate on me because i like to have fun with fiction. none of this is real, and no, i don't ship them in real life.

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Sunghoon's knees press into the bed as he perches himself above his friend. Never has he seen Jay from this angle, nor has he even seen him this vulnerable, this naked, this...sexy. He stares down at his cock in hand, aimed right at Jay's ass and bites the inside of his cheek. Finally, he's getting to fuck something. Someone. And he doesn't find himself disappointed that the person is not a woman. Instead, he's...excited?

Jay's voice rings out in heavy breaths, wiggling his ass in front of Sunghoon, furrowing his brows, huffing and puffing out of frustration. "Are you gonna-" He starts, but inhales mid-sentence at the feeling of his friend's bulbous cockhead pressing at his entrance. God, Jay has fucking dreamed of this day. Especially after always watching Sunghoon wander around with that huge fucking cock of his, heavy, always yearning to be inside of someone.

There's a pit somewhere in his stomach about the consequences of this. Taking advantage of Sunghoon's need to fuck is one thing, but it's not like Jay did anything other than offer himself up as a fuck-doll. Doing this, at the end of the day, was Sunghoon's own choice. And if Jay's the one who ends up hurting at the end of it, in more way than just one, so fucking be it. "Jesu- fuck. Jay," Sunghoon seethes in near amazement, holding his breath at how he tries to push his cock inside. There was prep, of course, albeit by Jay himself as Sunghoon watched and took mental notes. Right there on the bed, Jay had bent over shyly, licking and sucking on his fingers just to slide them inside of himself. On fucking display. Sunghoon was surprised his cock didn't soften at the image of his own friend doing this. The same friend who did gross manly things around him. The same one who always looks and acts like a fucking slob when he's comfortable. Sunghoon watched as Jay's cock grew harder with each slide of his own fingers too, and that...was very attractive to him. Such a clean looking hole Jay has, warm and pulsing around his fingers, as wet as any pussy would be if Sunghoon ever managed to land one to fuck. And his cock, equally as clean, thick, pulsing just like his own was. Sunghoon wasn't sure what it was about all of this that made him feel like he's going insane, but he also didn't really care. It's that fact that now...he's feeling fucking floored. "It's so, so tight." Sunghoon finally finishes his sentence, jerking his hips to try and stuff another half-inch of his length inside of his friend. "Doesn't it hurt?" Jay just moans in response, his ass clenching with each push, but he relishes in the stretch as always. Given, this is also the first time he's ever actually bottomed for a man. Which, that's not something Sunghoon has to know unless, well, he asks. Truly, as a bisexual man, Jay always found himself on top but wondering how good it must feel to get fucked open by a sexy, well-hung man. He's played with himself and toys alike countless times wondering how good it must be to have something warm, something pulsing inside of him. And now, he's getting to experience it. Does it hurt? Yes. "Deeper." Jay mutters, pressing himself back and forcing more into himself, listening closely to the way Sunghoon keeps holding his breath, struggling to hold in his moans. And by the time he's finally bottomed out, Jay is entirely cross-eyed, much like Sunghoon who sits in place and doesn't dare move out of fear that he'll not only hurt his friend, but himself with how fucking tight Jay is. It's kind of...heavenly. Divine, in a way, to fuck your best friend's ass open solely because both of you needed something the other could offer. Sunghoon finds himself smirking now, staring at the back of Jay's head and wanting to reach forward and grab a handful of hair. If just to hear him release those slutty moans again, if just to know that Jay wants him like this. That he doesn't feel weird, or awkward. That Sunghoon's cock feels so good in him, that he will be his bitch of a girlfriend is he so wanted him to be. "I can't get any deeper, Jay." Sunghoon mutters, doing just as he pleases and absolutely grabbing a handful of his hair, craning Jay's neck back and forcing him to make strained eye contact. "You know I'm never gonna look at you the same way again, right?" He adds now, pulling his hips back slightly to test the pain of it, only to shiver in pleasure and slam his cock back in.

What shocks Sunghoon more than Jay's feminine and stuttered moan at that, well, is the fact that it's making him forget that they're both still men. They both still have strength that rivals the other, so upon that first harsh thrust, feeling Jay press himself up, twisting himself just enough to brush his lips against Sunghoon's chin-

Yeah. It's a little shocking that Sunghoon finds himself dipping his head, kissing Jay for the first time, fucking him for the first time, entirely enamored with what he has to offer. And that's how it goes, he supposes. Fucking into Jay like he would anyone else, only feeling the tight heat strangle his cock more than any cunt could. It gets to the point where Sunghoon feels his brain hit a wall, wanting the man under him so fucking badly. To the point he wants the eye contact, he wants to fucking see how Jay takes it. He flips them over, now lying flat on his back with a deep rumbled moan.

"Can you ride?" Sunghoon nearly sputters, feeling the way Jay bounces immediately as if to prove a point. His hair falling in his eyes with each bounce, mouth slack as he huffs out little groans and high pitched breaths. Goddamn. He can ride.

[asidian]

I've talked about how amazing the women of Dead Boy Detectives are and how much I love Crystal, and one of the things that truly makes her shine is her carefully written emotional character arc.

She has two, actually, and they play off of each other and intertwine in ways that are honestly fantastic to watch.

The first and foremost is her journey to become a better person.

When the series starts, she's a selfish character.

Selfish in the very literal sense of the definition: she is focused on her self. Her problems are the most important thing to her, and every time she has a conversation, she makes it about what she's going through.

Every time she talks to someone, she steers the conversation toward her problems. The narrative goes so far as to call her out on it through Jenny, in the scene where Crystal says, "Everybody is always thinking about themselves, all the time."

Jenny's reply? That's what Crystal is doing, too.

Jenny's right.

In the first episode, Crystal, while justifiably upset over the awful situation she's in, nevertheless spends a fair portion of the episode angry that the boys aren't helping her enough, when they've done nothing but try to help.

When she talks to Niko through the bathroom door in episode 2, she turns the situation to her own family.

In the Devlin house, when Charles gets caught in the loop, she frames the misfortune in a very telling way.

Edwin says that he's lost Charles. Crystal says that she's lost the only person on her side.

When Charles is poised to confess to the struggles he's had with his repressed anger at the end of episode 4, he doesn't get the chance.

Crystal brings up her own problems again, and whatever else Charles had meant to say falls by the wayside.

So what turns her around? What gets her to the point where she ends the series, confident and willing to put everything on the line for the people she cares about?

Her other character arc.

For the entire series, Crystal is preoccupied with the idea that she's nothing special without her powers. Nobody wants her, she has nowhere to belong, and the only thing that makes her worth having around is her powers.

David tells her that again and again.

It's a recurring theme in her mindscape scenes: he hammers home how much he only wants her for her abilities and that she's worthless and helpless without them.

She's been through an absolute nightmare, and it's left an impact on her.

She's come to believe him, and she's afraid that the boys think of her the same way.

Edwin has framed his opinion of her exclusively in terms of usefulness so far. Even Charles, who's been nothing but supportive at every turn, initially pitches the reason she should be allowed to stay at the agency in terms of what help she'll be able to provide.

Crystal hints at her insecurities to Niko at the start of episode 6, when she loses her powers.

That's why she's so insistent that she keep her power loss from the boys rather than ask them for help.

When Edwin wants her to assist on a case while her psychic abilities are missing, she only gets more upset, because it's her powers he wants, and she doesn't have them anymore.

Everything changes after the boys find out she's lost her powers.

They make no move to oust her from the agency. The very first thing Charles asks her, above all else, is: are you okay? That's the priority.

But more than that, Charles stands up to David for her. He says he'll do it any time she needs him to, and that she's special with or without her powers.

The change is immediate.

From this point onward, Crystal starts looking out for the boys in a big way.

She saves the day at the end of episode 6, keeping the boys from almost certain erasure at the hands of Teethface.

In episode 7, she's ready to go to literal hell in order to save Edwin from whatever torment he faces there.

And in episode 8, of course, she saves the entire day, storming the proverbial castle to rescue the boys, who are busy damseling it up.

Not only does she come to their rescue, but we see her set aside her personal concerns, willingly and without hesitation, to do so. She's come a long way from the version of herself in the first episode, the selfish girl who made everything about her own problems.

She was ready to cut these boys out of her life to spare them the person she had been.

Instead, she comes to them when they need her the most and shows them who she is now.

[celestiamour]

hi again i rlly liked ur headcanons for choi su-bong x shy fem reader and i was wondering if u could pls write headcanons of him x foreigner fem reader? ty and have a good day 🫶

ft. choi su-bong x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧foreign! reader┊0.5k words

contains: headcanons!! reader’s native country is unspecified but she speaks her native language and english while studying korean! 

➤ author's note: alright, this is the last for the short specific reader headcanons, the next thanos fic will be an actual one-shot <3 

╰₊✧ notices you immediately both because you’re a cute girl and because you stand out in a crowd like he does. korea has a very homogeneous population, so people tend to take notice of you quickly. he probably greets you with a casual “what’s up” and decides right then and there that you’re going to be friends or maybe something more, you don’t really have a choice in the matter because people who stick out like you should stick together! he doesn’t mind if you’re shy because of your broken korean, he’s a master of language and wordplay and will gladly help you out!

╰₊✧ because he’s teaching you stuff he already knows and isn’t learning anything, he’s actually a lot of fun to study with. he always finds a way to make it fun and easy to remember with high-fives each time you get a question right. i feel like he was an awful student who went through a lot of tutors (only during exam season when he needed to get his grades up to pass the class though), so he knows all the best tips and tricks that worked on him when he was younger. 

╰₊✧ is probably one of those guys who asks what the swear words are and what cultural insults there are. he wants to use them other people so that he can get away with saying shit to their faces without getting caught, something that he already does in english but would like to know more

╰₊✧ even if you may not fit traditional korean beauty standards, he thinks you’re so hot. might use the term “exotic” because he doesn’t know better, but he won’t use it again once you tell him that it’s objectifying. 

╰₊✧ once you two start dating, he will seriously want to learn your native language. i can see him as someone who appreciates linguistics and admires multilingual people, loving to listen to music of all genres around the world and having a pretty diverse set of favorite artists. he might pout and bitch that it’s too difficult at first, but he’s surprisingly smart when he wants to be and will be conversationally fluent in about a year (it would be shorter if he was more consistent in his studies but alas).

╰₊✧ really looks forward to visiting your home country! he’ll try his best to be as respectful as his obnoxious ass can be, although i see him being accidentally offensive a few times because he can be a bit ignorant. loves to meet fans there and would probably go out of his way to make at least one appearance there if he ever had a worldwide concert tour no matter how off-course it may be. 

╰₊✧ when it comes to meeting your family, he puts all of his knowledge to the test to win their approval (god knows he needs all the help he can get when he looks the way he does, especially if you have a conservative family). however, he doesn’t really care if they don’t approve of him as he finds it to be more of a bonus than a requirement. 

╰₊✧ 100% wants to come back during your honeymoon, maybe even have a second wedding to adhere to your traditions if you so desire it. don’t worry about finances, he’s got it all covered!

[luckykiwiii101]

“SPOTTED: ANONYMOUS F*CKERS LOSING SOMETHING NOBODY KNEW THEY EVEN HAD…THEIR COMMON SENSE.”

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

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Hey Upper East Siders.

Pardon me for the time I took to write this, but I wasn’t sure whether to write a gossip post, or a eulogy, for some people’s common sense, that is.

Want to hear a story? Once upon a time, Mary had a little lamb, then the lamb grew up, gave birth, and that explains some people on this app. They follow each other, like sheep, one by one.

and that’s exactly what some of you are doing.

But when there’s so much smoke, who cares if there’s fire? Liars, Liars, Liars. I’m running out of fingers here, there’s too many to count!

But who’s talking? Oh wait, the lack of belief some people have in themselves. Like the great gossip girl I am, I decided to open my inbox to answer some pending success stories that have been sent to me. Instead, one anon said “slit your wrists”. I don’t usually like being told how to do things but if you’re going to tell me to do something, at least give me a physical demonstration. Maybe a…tutorial? Funny that you give me advice in a field you’re so specialised in…at least we have one thing in common. Someone give this one a pay rise. Since everything else in their life seems to be at an all time low.

As usual, it doesn’t end there. Another desperate lower east sider sent me: “You write things to yourself in your anonymous messages, come on, they're already realizing it.” Darling, just because you would, doesn’t mean I would. My blog runs on authenticity, not so-called tumblr “fame”. But of course, that’s just one concept your head’s too thick to wrap around.

Anyway, let’s move onto the bigger picture here. But…you might want to wear a gas mask. I’m afraid there are too many pants on fire! Allegedly. I’m sorry, that wasn’t clear? Let me say it again. Allegedly. Maybe if you listened as much as you’d spoke, you’d hear me, and I wouldn’t have to say it again.

It’s funny to say, but usually I’M the one gossiping, not the one gossiped about. But somehow, people have magically found a way to drag me through the dirt. No that’s not a tear in my eye, it’s disappointment. Disappointment that Mary’s little lamb turned out to be the mother of such…fuckers. Motherfuckers.

But back to the point, just found it flying right over your head. Listen closely so it doesn’t happen again. SPOTTED: A few lower east siders attempting to create their own little success story debunking club. They’re running in…circles? If there’s two things we know about circles, it’s that one, they are pointless (literally), and two, running in them, gets you nowhere (also literally).

Unluckily for them, a conclusion is something they’ll never come to, but to picture proof? They might just.

Picking and choosing which success stories are fake, and then asking them to send picture proof when you don’t believe? Please, there’s only so much laughs the upper east side can hold. Since your common sense seems to be searching for the divorce papers, i’ll break it down for you. Nobody owes you picture proof of their manifestations. But just like the many previous and countless times, people would just find a way to accuse them of getting their photos/videos on Pinterest, or the good old photoshop. Well I know a shop where you can’t buy photos, and it’s called your imagination, and when you use it, not only do you find your common sense in there, but you also get exactly what you want. Not such a difficult concept to grasp is it? Keep talking and i’ll see your head peeking over the empire state building soon enough.

Now once again, onto the next idiotic attempted claim. “These success stories have such similar desires”. Oh i’m sorry? But we live in a generation full of trends. And with trends come followers. And we call those followers sheep. I’ve counted sheep so many times so far, I might just fall asleep. This might sound crazy but…people get inspired…wait for it…by other people’s…don’t scream just yet…IDEAS! I know, it’s hard to believe. Crazy right.

But in my lovely consideration of not hurting your ego, I do acknowledge the rare valid points some of you’ve made. Like bloggers suddenly having each others accounts. Like bloggers saying they’ve manifested their dream lives, yet still staying on tumblr to argue with anons who call them liars. That doesn’t really make sense, honestly, even to me. But what gets me is the idea of picking and choosing certain success stories that have common desires, similar “typing” styles, and not enough enthusiasm. Apparently that’s the criteria you need to meet, in order to have a “fake success story”…Who the actual fuck are you to decide what’s not enthusiastic enough? So just because someone’s success story doesn’t sound like how you imagine your own to turn out, therefore it’s fake? If someone isn’t freaking out and smashing their keyboard whilst writing their success story then it’s fake? Are you fucking dumb? Let me answer that for you, first of all yes, you are fucking dumb. Second of all, you look for YOUR idea of success in THEIR success stories, so when you don’t see your ideal version of success, and your ideal reaction to success, you immediately assume it’s fake, because you cannot relate to it because “it’s not how you would react or what you would manifest”. Because your dumb fucking arse cannot comprehend the world beyond your own perception. Why? Because you’re a fucking dumbarse.

Call me crazy, but if one word comes to mind, it’s projection. And yes there are liars here and there, but the struggle to believe in others successes is just the struggle to believe in yourself. If you were reading those success stories from your mansion, with your desired appearance, in your desired city, with everything you could possibly want, reading other people’s success stories wouldn’t be so difficult would it. Why? Because humans learn from experience. But some of them are just too ignorant to consider, that with every person, comes a different experience. “Oh I didn’t succeed, therefore there’s no way they could have, they’re lying!!!!” Poor babies, may I ask where this desire to look for inconsistencies in success stories came from? I think we ALL know…it’s pretty easy to disbelieve in something that you believe you can never have. What was that word again…projection.

Yet again, I can’t believe I have to remind you that it’s not you against the world. Nobody is out to get you. Loablr is not some plot to make you believe in something that isn’t real. I don’t know what level of delusion that takes but usually it’s enough to put you in a straight jacket. Get off the app and touch grass. No one will notice if you leave, trust me. But in all fairness, I’ve read a few success stories that have seemed ingenuine to me. But do I have proof of that? No. So do I make a blog “calling them out” when I have no way of 100% knowing that, or do I move on with my life and focus on my own successes instead of their alleged fake ones? You think it hasn’t occurred to people that other people could be lying? If you think otherwise, boy have I got news for you. And most IMPORTANTLY, like I said before, YOU cannot define what ingenuine is, because YOU cannot predict other people’s reactions, nor can you see them from behind their screens. And since some of you are so obsessed with “real life” proof, you still decide to ignore success stories OUTSIDE of tumblr. Especially, Celebrity success stories. So CLEARLY there’s not much we can do for you here. You claim to believe in the law of assumption, then go and fucking apply it, instead of thinking you have some valid point to “prove”. You’re not as “woke” as you think you are. I don’t care if you can’t control your suspicions of others, i’m not telling you to stop feeling suspicious, but it’s the way you go about it that matters. And the way some of you do it, is disgusting.

If there’s anyone who is currently reading this who has lied about any successes whatsoever, you’re pathetic. And I hope you feel ashamed. And yes, no one actually knows who you are, but that’s not where the consequence lies honey, the consequence lies in the fact that you don’t have anything you want. Think about that for a second. Bitch. Instead of louboutin red bottoms, you literally have a red bottom. Don’t break your knuckles trying to get the extinguisher out.

Anyway. There’s so much more I could say about how unfathomably stupid some of you are but if I were to, then I’d be here all day. So i’ll leave it at that. And keep in mind, when I don’t reply to you, or when I block you, it’s not because i’ve got nothing to say or that i’m “defeated”, it just means that you are not worth my time and that i’ve probably already made a point that yet again flew over your head that you therefore missed.

As if some of you haven’t embarrassed yourselves enough already, you’ve decided to dig your holes even deeper. Maybe a little too deep. I think i’m starting to feel the earth’s core, maybe the heat wasn’t coming from the liars fiery pants after all…

I guess success is just harder for you to believe when your self concept is buried almost as low as you, when you debunk, insult, and argue yourself to death. Ofcourse someone who’s so used to failing sees nothing but failure. Can I even blame you? You know who you are. Pathetic.

- gossip girl

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

[guess-my-next-obsession]

posts marked with * are NSFW and 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

cowboy like me* — reader has a reputation, just like javier, and when the two meet at a party in laredo, they realize they may have met their match. 3.8k

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ours — “Seems like there’s always someone who disapproves. They’ll judge it like they know about me and you, and the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do. The jury’s out, but my choice is you.” 1.3k

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Not-so Formal Introduction* — reader meets joel’s family for the first time in an awkward way. 1.7k

A Warm Bed* — reader gets lonely and so does joel. FILTH. 3.4k

The Third Date* — you invite joel in after your third date. smut and fluff. 2.6k

After Work Relief* – Joel helps relieve your tension. 1.5k

power outage* —frankie and reader find a good way to kill time during a storm. 1.5k

blind dating show — reader finds herself in a local bar’s dating game-show, the contestants Will, Benny, and Frankie. only one man can walk away with the prize, and we all know the perfect pilot for the job. 2.5k

blind dating show p.II* — part two of ^ where reader accepts an invite to frankie’s barbecue. things get spicy. 3k

oblivious — reader and frankie are the best of friends until a fight on a camping trip reveals things that neither of them ever dared to admit. fluff follows. 3.7k

cabin in the woods* — frankie and reader decide to rent a cabin for the holiday, but neither realize they’re walking into a “haunted house” courtesy of the rest of the TF boys. 2.9k

i’ll be home for christmas* — Frankie comes home after a long month of work just in time for the holidays. 2.5k

a new friend (½) — reader gets lost in the woods and frankie shelters her from not only the storm, but her shitty relationship. 4k

when we were young — reader sees their ex, frankie, in a bar after five years. 2.5k

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facetime movie night — part of Spooktacular ‘22.

christmas cookies — decorating christmas cookies w frankito.

dressing room tears — reader struggles with weight gain and finding jeans that fit her, frankie is there to remind her how beautiful she is.

i can take it* — edging with sub!frankie.

lost in love* — frankie likes the way you look beneath him.

just a dream — reader struggles with infertility and has a dream that feels frighteningly real.

caught* — reader is dating santi, but frankie urges her to tell him about their affair.

real love, baby —plus size!reader meets frankie in a bar. fluff fluff fluff.

my hair* — din needs your touch, starting with your hands in his hair. 1.8k

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dieter:

don’t you want me, baby* — a few years after meeting you in a West Hollywood diner, dieter begins to grow impatient at your seemingly disinterest and his own burning desire for you.

first one to jump strips* — part of Spooktacular ‘22.

amazon* — dieter and reader try out the amazon position.

marcus pike:

the delay — part of 8 Days of Christmas ‘22.

[leonastarry]

hiii! could i request civilian!wife!reader going with jinwoo during the international guild conference arc? and it’s okay to not add this, but could you also include a part where reader gets kidnapped by dongsoo instead? thank you so much!!

p.s. i love your recent works! it’s all so cute and fluffy🥺 honestly been needing more fics of him😫

[ Req 3 ] A lesson. ✧. ┊    husband!jinwoo x civilian!wife!reader

A Korean plane landed at the airport. The reporters and hunters all turned their eyes to the plane, waiting for a certain famous Korean hunter to come out.

And when Sung Jinwoo stepped out, the hunters immediately felt his outstanding power. And even the German S-rank hunter had to back down because he felt hundreds of shadow soldiers in his shadow.

And then suddenly everyone noticed the small figure walking next to Jinwoo with his arm around her waist. They all knew that Ahjin had a vice-president named Jinho, but they didn't know who this person was. Looking at the way Jinwoo held her tightly and the way he looked down at her with gentle eyes, everyone could guess their relationship.

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Seeing Jinwoo constantly turning his head as if he was searching for something, you turned around and asked.

"Husband? Are you looking for someone?"

"No. It’s just… why do those foreigners keep following me?"

Yoo Jinho laughed heartily.

"Hyung's so famous, you have a lot of fans. I bet they just want an autograph or two from you."

That made sense.

Jinwoo laughed and continued walking, not forgetting to pull you closer to him. He needed to make sure his wife wouldn’t get into any trouble.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

"Oh, there he is!"

"Sung Jinwoo!"

The reporters found him and began to shower him with questions. He didn't answer any, until someone asked.

"Hunter Sung! Who is the woman that beside you?"

He turned to the camera and narrowed his eyes.

"She is my wife. That's all you can be able to know, and stop asking anything about her."

SNAP-! SNAP-!

The camera flashed, over and over again. Woo Jinchul reached out to grab his sunglasses and put them on his face to avoid the flash. Seeing Jinchul fumble, you and Jinho looked at each other and smiled wickedly.

"Huh, what are you doing here??"

"I’m… responsible for Hunter Sung Jinwoo’s safety."

It was an answer that required a lot of courage. Unfortunately, the bustling atmosphere of the airport drowned out his voice. Whether it was intentional or not, Jinho picked his ear with his pinky finger and asked again.

"Excuse me, can you repeat that?"

"Whose safety are you responsible for?"

You and Jinho kept teasing Jinchul, making him blush, so Jinwoo stopped you two and pinched your cheeks, making you pout in displeasure. Then everyone was interrupted by Adams White's appearance. He said he would take you, Jinchul, and Jinho back to the hotel, while Sung Jinwoo would go somewhere else. At first, Jinwoo didn't agree with you and he separated, but you reassured him.

"It's okay, husband. I'll see you at the hotel."

He looked at you for a moment, then kissed you lightly on the lips.

"Be careful."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Jinwoo returned to the hotel in a bad mood. Now he just wanted to rush into his friend's arms to find comfort. But all he got from Jinchul was that his wife and Jinho had followed Hwang Dongsoo after hearing him say that Jinwoo was looking for both of them.

Anger filled Jinwoo. He immediately rushed out and ordered his soldiers.

"Immediately, find me the location of your queen and Jinho!"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

“What are you thinking? Do you have something to say to me?” Jinho’s lips moved, but his voice was too small for Hwang Dongsoo to hear. “What?”

Hwang Dongsoo tilted his head, then brought his ear closer. Yoo Jinho then whispered into Hwang’s ear. “SON OF A B-TCH”

Hearing that, Hwang’s face darkened. Unable to hold back, he reached out and pressed Jinho’s head hard against the floor. Jinho passed out and collapsed. “Fck. Did I kill him?”

“Jinho!”, you shouted, “BASTARD”

“You’re that Sung Jinwoo’s little wife, right? Your face looks pretty, I’ll let you off if you tell me everything.”

You spat in his face. “Keep dreaming,” Hwang got angry, grabbed your hair, and kicked you in the stomach. “B-tch!” You fell to your knees in pain.

Suddenly a High Orc appeared, causing Hwang and his companions to look over. Just as Hwang was about to attack, he heard someone's voice ringing in the wind.

"Shadow Exchange."

The High Orc disappeared and Jinwoo appeared in its place. Seeing your husband, you immediately cheered with joy. When Jinwoo saw the image of you kneeling on the ground with messy hair and arms holding your stomach with Jinho lying motionless with a bloody head, his anger reached its peak. He quickly hugged you and examined you, when he saw the bruises on your body, he immediately wanted to kill someone.

He rushed to attack Hwang, and when Thomas came to stop him, he showed an indifferent attitude. He summoned Igris, Iron, and Kaisel, handed you and Jinho to two soldiers, and rushed into battle with Thomas.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

You woke up from a nap after being treated, you saw your beloved husband sitting beside the bed and holding your hand. Jinwoo saw you awake, he immediately asked.

"How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere?"

You smiled to reassure him. "I'm fine now."

He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I shouldn't have left you alone, I should have brought you-"

You interrupted him. "Okay, it's over now, I don't blame you, don't apologize."

"But-"

"Shh, no buts. Instead of apologizing, why don't you go buy me something to eat? I'm hungry."

He smiled and kissed you on the lips. "Okay, I can't let my wife go hungry, right?"

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

"Woa, did you see the news?" "What's news?"

"Sung Jinwoo has defeat Hwang Dongsoo and Thomas Andrew!" "Really!? How did that happen?" "It seemed like they has messed with the wrong person. I heard that Hwang Dongsoo kidnapped Sung Jinwoo's wife and vice master of Ahjin."

"Serves them right, who told them to provoke first. Lesson learned is never touch Sung Jinwoo's people."

Need to reread the manhwa 'cause I don't remember the whole story. 😅

Hope you like it ❤

Thanks for loving my stories. ❤❤❤❤

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hello!! I want to request a headcanon for Bonten Mikey, Ran, Sanzu and Takeomi having an arranged marriage with a girl that is a real sweetheart, that always wants to help and really wants the marriage to go well! Thank u so much in advance for answering and reading my request <3

Very different reactions between them but here they are!

Mikey-

He's completely indifferent to you at first, it's hard to tell exactly what he thinks of you or this marriage. 

Barely looks at you or talks to you unless it's simple things. You actually end up talking more to his no3, Kakucho. Who does his best to apologise for Mikey's absence and comfort you that Mikey really isn't that bad of a guy, you just need to be patient with him. 

As time passes, Mikey grows used to your presence, even finding comfort in it. You're so normal compared to the rest of his life and so eager to help him.

Seeks you out as soon as he comes home from work each day, seeing you is the best part of his day, the one thing he has to look forward to in his life anymore. 

Get's affectionate with you at random times, he especially likes to sleep cuddled up with you, he finds it a little easier to sleep when you're next to him. 

He wasn't really against this marriage in the beginning, he just didn't care what happened at all. But he finds himself actually happy for the way things have turned out. Sometimes he wonders if it's ok for him to have this happiness but he can't give you up now, he's addicted to the way you make him feel, to the love he feels for you. 

Ran-

Finds himself amused at the idea of having a wife, like he could settle down and live a quiet life, the whole thing makes him laugh. He's even more amused when he meets you, such a sweetheart like you with someone like him? He's going to ruin you. 

Teases you a lot and tends to ask a lot of questions (especially nsfw ones), he especially enjoys seeing your reactions to things a lot. Views you as nothing more then a fun new thing to play with at first. 

Makes things clear with you from the start, this marriage is arranged so he feels no love for you. He's still going to go out to clubs and do everything he used to do, you're welcome to do the same if you want, as long as you keep it discreet. But there's something about the way you just nod when tells you that makes him uneasy. 

There wasn't much point in him telling you all that anyway, the second he walks back into a club all he can do is compare all the girls to you. He doesn't want any of them, instead he finds that you're the one on his mind, the one he's fantasising about. Rindou looks at him strangely when Ran tells him he's just going to head home instead, that he isn't in the mood for this tonight. 

Of course you notice when Ran comes straight home after work every evening and stays there. Anytime you ask he just brushes it aside, saying that he's tired or just wasn't in the mood. The truth is he just wants to hang out with you. He knows he's fallen in love, maybe having a wife was for him after all. 

Occasionally he takes you out with him to the various clubs bonten owns, always with an arm around you and a protective glare at any guy who looks your way. After all, he's still Ran and he still loves these places, but now he has someone he can enjoy them with even more. 

Sanzu-

Hates you before he even meets you, just the thought of you makes him scowl. This isn't part of his job, his job is to be Mikey's right hand not to be some random woman's husband. Why couldn't anyone else in bonten have you instead, why him?

He's just as furious the first time he meets you, as well as when the two of you move in together too. He won't look properly at you and tells you to stay away from him, along with a bunch of other rules for living in his house. You're just someone living here to him, no one but Mikey matters anyway. 

He's surprised by how diligent you are with following his rules. And not only that but you seem to be putting a lot of effort into making this comfortable for him, even following his cleaning routine perfectly despite him not asking or expecting you to. It's enough to make him soften a bit towards you, even if it's only a little. 

Joins you for dinner one evening and finds himself actually liking your presence. He feels relaxed around you, which is unusual for him. That one dinner, quickly turns into an evening routine for the two of you. 

Little by little he opens up to you and spends more time with you, completely lifting the rules he first set in place. He isn't entirely sure if this is love or even how he'd define that in the first place but he thinks he might feel it for you. 

It's a dark thought but he hopes you never go against bonten, he doesn't want to have to do anything to you. He just wants to stay like this, living with you forever. 

Takeomi- 

Was pretty unsure when he first heard about this arranged marriage idea. Why would he want a wife? Just look at what happened to his parents, he never wants to be in same position his father was left in. 

Is the most reasonable towards you though, engages with you and let's you do what you like. Even if he doesn't love you, he's not going to make your life miserable. 

He's hiding things from you though, he has this persona he puts on for you. Tries to impress you with extravagant things and expensive jewellery and clothes. Acts like he's a very big deal too, it's like he's trying to win your love/ admiration with material things. 

Eventually you reassure him that be can be himself around you, he can be more vulnerable and more honest. This is the first time anyone has ever told Takeomi that, the first time he didn't have to be the responsible one or the one in charge, or the one trying to keep up with the others. It marks a change in your relationship. 

It's a slow process, a lot for him to unlearn but Takeomi does become more honest with you, letting himself be vulnerable with you. And with that he let's himself fall in love with you too, accepting you as his and him as yours. Sometimes he wonders what he did to deserve a wife like you. 

[american-girl001]

DISCLAIMER- This is my first attempt at writing in a very long time so if this is bad i apologize!! This one will be first person but not all of my writing will be. Post War Levi!! Angst/Comfort!

Levi Ackerman x Reader

The war. The Battle of Heaven and Earth. It’s finally over. I see Jean and Connie with tears in their eyes, it isn’t hard to tell who they’re seeing. I see Mikasa with the head of Eren Yeager in her hands as the cries of Armin fill the wasteland that we’re in. Everyone is injured, some more than others, which brings me to look around for Levi. Levi and I have always shared some form of unspoken bond, he’s someone I love dearly although i’ve never said it. He’s very closed off but it isn’t hard to tell that Levi Ackerman cares for his comrades and friends deeply. I see Levi to my right and as it’s too much of a hassle to stand up, I slowly make my way over to him with a crawl as he isn’t too far away. Levi is leaning against a rock staring at all of the fallen comrades who are saluting us, i see them too. As I sit next to him I put my hand over my heart to match Levi’s as I stare at those who have given their lives for the sake of humanity. Hange, Petra, Erwin, and everyone else. I know we’ve done the right thing when I see them. I look over to Levi as I see a single tear drop from his eye. When it seems he’s finally come back to reality I slowly reach out my hand to wipe the tear away which causes him to look at me. Levi’s never been one to play into any affection, but this time, he leans into my hand as we sit in silence.

I break the silence as I say “We did the right thing Levi…all of our fallen comrades, they are so proud of us, so proud of you. Humanity’s strongest soldier.” He looks at me and in a low voice he says “I know.” Levi may not be a man of many words but I always seem to know whats on his mind. He has lost everyone in his life but I need him to know that I will be here for him. “Levi I know how many people you’ve lost but I want you to know that I will always be here for you, with you.” I look over to him and see that same teary eyed look. He doesn’t say anything. He simply grabs my hand as he leans his head against my shoulder. I lift his hand to my face and plant a kiss to it. To show him i’m here and that I care. To show him I love him. We sit there for a while until we see Onyankopon heading towards us. He helps me get Levi up and walk with him to the others. We have to rest and we have to rebuild.

Luckily we were able to save some parts of the world. There are still towns and buildings left as well as people who are ready and willing to make our Earth a better place. Everyone has their role to play. Myself and a lot of other people I don’t know are baking and cooking for the people around us. Sasha would have loved the pies i’ve made. I see Gabi and Falco planting a tree as they look at each other so lovingly. It’s refreshing to see happiness in such a cruel place. Levi is handing out foods and treats to kids and people of all kinds. Something tells me that he’ll never be the same. Not just because of his injuries, but because of the people he’s lost. He sits in a wheelchair we managed to find in the little bit of the world there was left. I’ve been pretty defeated myself. A couple of broken ribs along with bruises and cuts everywhere. But my injuries are no where near as bad as Levi’s so I choose to help him instead of worrying about my own physical health. Levi, myself, and Onyankopon occupy a space together. A home with four bedrooms and two bathrooms. Gabi and Falco have their families to go back to, but they might as well be considered living with us as well because of their insistence to take care of Levi. After our duties I take Levi home where Gabi and Falco are already staying at. Yeah they basically live here. They offer to clean up a bit while I take Levi to his room. Nor Levi or myself have said much on our way home. Neither of us speaking until now. “Levi I know you probably don’t want me to, but I need to help you bathe.” He doesn’t speak, he simply rolls his way toward the bathroom and closes the door. I sigh, there’s no way he can do it on his own. But that’s Levi, so independent and caring. I walk over to the bathroom door and knock “Levi can I come in?” He doesn’t answer so I slowly open the door. I see Levi propping himself against the counter while standing on his good leg. His shirt is mostly off but still on one arm. I softly grab the hem of his shirt as I pull it the rest of the way. He finally looks into my eyes and as I stare back I can see the conflict he’s having with himself. “Levi I’m not going to judge you, I just want to help. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t the same Levi you used to be, I will always love you the same.” After a few seconds of silence Levi says “You love me?” “Of course I love you Levi, I think I always have.” He turns so hes leaning his back against the counter while I’m holding his arm. I then feel a tight embrace as he hugs me, and I hug him back. He finally lets me into his heart after all this time and i’ve never been happier than this moment. Knowing that Levi can finally see the love someone has for him, to finally see that people do care about him. We stay there for a few minutes until he finally gives me consent to help him take a much needed bath. I get him unclothed and help him into the bath, washing his hair and his body. The moment so intimate with him feeling my love with every action I take while caring for him. Once he’s clean I help him out of the bath and help him dry off and change clothing. Once I get him to bed I go to the bathroom to take a quick shower of my own. After i’ve showered and changed I go back to check on Levi and I see that he’s sitting up in bed with a book in his hand. I tell him goodnight and as I turn to go to my room he says “Y/N would you um…like to stay in here tonight?” His voice is low, almost pleading. I look into his eyes and who am I to deny him? “Of course Levi.” I walk to the unoccupied side of his bed and Levi marks his spot in his book as he sets it on the night stand to his right. He turns off the lamp next to him as we both get comfortable in bed. He pulls me close to him and as we lay together for a while I can finally feel sleep overtaking my body. Right before I fall asleep I hear Levi whisper “I love you too..”

@kitkatlover015

@leviykwim

@mmm-alhaitham

[sleepiest-idiot]

My first impressions of TOS Star trek S1-S2 ( PT. 2 )

Kirk is an Anime girl confirmed; The amount of times they rip open his shirt to expose his tits is conspicuous af and I love it they should make him go KYAAA

The amount of times people are being attacked in the transporter room alone is concerning

You know how in shows ect when there's unrequited love and everyone encourages them to go all out on grand gestures to make the other person change their mind? And how in THE SIXTEES they had Kirk say to this Teenager, who asked him what to do when you really care about someone he says "You go slow. You be gentle. I mean, it's not a one way street you know, how you feel and that's all, it's how the girl feels too. Don't press, Charlie. If the girl feels.. anything for you at all you'll know it. You understand?"

Kirk and Bones suddenly having to pose as father figure and trying to carefully educate a teenager on etiquette but trying to hand over the responsibility to each other is hilarious. Like the stern space men going "So..um your body is changing and you like girls now so.."

So Star trek is literally the reason Fanfictions got popularized right? Now I‘m genuinely wondering where to find any of them cause I‘d love to read them. Like, imagine two housewives in the 60‘s trading hand written fanfictions to each other about the fancy Space show they like to watch on TV

I wonder if being shot by phasers even on Stun can leave damage if someone is subjected to it a certain amount of times

The way how whenever women are canonically mistreated (The Venus drug episode where this guy was mean to that woman, the Episode were Evil Kirk sexually assaulted Yeoman, The Episode with Khan and that Historian) The women always end up staying and being loyal to the men who abused them is gross af

Found out that in the German version Bones is nicknamed 'Pill' instead while talking to my father cause he watched the show as a kid

When Kirk said, „Give me your hand. Your hand. (she does) Now feel that. Human flesh against human flesh. We're the same. We share the same history, the same heritage, the same lives. We're tied together beyond any untying. Man or woman, it makes no difference. We're human. We couldn't escape from each other even if we wanted to. That's how you do it, Lieutenant. By remembering who and what you are. A bit of flesh and blood afloat in a universe without end. The only thing that's truly yours is the rest of humanity. That's where our duty lies. Do you understand me?“

[heartswithinreach]

LaDS with a chubby MC

Xavier

As long as you're happy and healthy, who cares that you have a little extra weight? Not Xavier. He'll never stop looking at you like you hung in the stars in the sky.

He's so smitten it completely takes him off guard if you tell him you don't like the way you look sometimes.

If you say something bad about your body and he's within earshot, he'll get very serious and make you apologize to yourself. He won’t let anyone talk about his partner that way, not even you.

Your thighs are his favorite pillow. If you sit still long enough, he’ll slowly slide his way over and before you know it, Xavier’s face is pressed into your stomach and his arms are tight around your waist. It's the slowest takeover ever yet he's so subtle it surprises you sometimes. You'll look down while you're reading a book and suddenly he's there, napping away.

Your thighs are also his favorite target. He’s obsessed. He's biting them, he's stroking them from your hips to your calves, he wants them around his waist, across his lap, over his shoulders. He doesn't care who sees him like this. He's in heaven let the poor boy rest.

Rafayel

Rafayel has loved you countless times and in so many different ways. Do you really think something as trifle as physical appearances would keep him from you?

Absolutely ZERO MC slander will be tolerated in his presence. One unfortunate soul had the audacity to ask Rafayel why he settled for someone who looks like you during one of his exhibits and the havoc that followed was the talk of Linkon’s elite for months.

The only thing that saved the offender from being thrown into the sea was your forgiveness and a promise from Thomas that person would be banned from ever attending another one of Rafayel’s art exhibits. Rafayel clung to you for the rest of the night, distracting you from any insecurities by pointing out all the ways you inspired each of his paintings.

Rafayel encourages you to wear the clothes you like, not the ones you use to hide. He loves seeing you wear something new and daring when you come to visit him at Whitesand Bay and will always hype you up as you deserve.

When it comes to learning not to worry so much about what other people think or say, there’s no better teacher than Rafayel.

Zayne

Like Xavier, as long as you're healthy, your weight doesn’t matter to him.

But what does matter to Zayne is when you tear yourself down after he compliments how you look. It boggled him into stunned silence the first time he heard you say such things because you are the standard of beauty for him. It’s a violation of what he believes to be simple truth when you deny how beautiful you are.

Zayne creates a flow chart in his mind to counter every fault you find in your appearance and gently reminds you to be kinder to yourself as often as he needs to.

As your physician, he knows your body is doing everything it can to keep you alive and healthy, therefore, you should show it the same care and respect. If you decide to take up exercising, Zayne will help you make a workout plan that works with your heart and stamina and will exercise with you to keep you motivated.

Zayne knows a well-earned treat is good for the spirit so he's the best person to indulge in comfort food completely judgement free.

Sylus

You are all that Sylus adores. He knows he stares at you too much but he truly can’t help it. Softness has no place in the life he’s had to live without you and now that you’ve returned to him, he intends to get his fill of you.

But he isn't blind. The closer you two become, the more doubt creeps into your mind until you pull away from him entirely, ashamed as you ask if he's truly attracted to you as you are.

Sylus is immediately seething but he makes it clear he is not angry with you. He would never blame you for what you feel. Obviously, outside influences are at fault for making you think you could ever be undesirable to him. So, as soon as he knows he's allowed, he's unapologetically tactile and vocal. How can you feel anything less than perfect when you’re loved so completely?

He still wants the names of everyone who's ever made you feel unworthy, of course. Just to have a little chat.

Sylus will definitely use your measurements as some sort of passcode, along with your birthday and your anniversaries. He has a lot of armories and a lot of safe houses, okay.

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

The Cursed Warlords Chapter #Nine – Frozen Wind

Spirit doesn’t like to use it but she has the ability to protect and to harm without weapons.

“Are you sure you want to leave? It’s dangerous out in the wild,” The old innkeeper said as she gripped your hands tightly.

You just shook your head quietly, there was no need to stay in the village any longer. You couldn’t find any clues here, your goal was to get home to your family, the family who depended on you. Giving her hands a reassuring squeeze the elderly woman let go realizing that there was no deterring you.

“Ready to go Reader?” Spirit asked, ready to head out and get this whole ordeal over with.

“But of course,” You grinned, a feeling of excitement soon began to buzz through you, this was a whole new world that you were going to see while traveling to this woman who may or may not be able to get you home. You just hoped that there were no demons, monsters, wild animals or even people that would get in your way. If this world’s gods were to allow you to easily get home, you would be oh so grateful.

Taking a deep breath, you followed your glamoured friend out of the village. People looked over their shoulders at you, while others didn’t give you a second glance. You didn’t particularly care about their looks, while they made you uncomfortable you weren’t surprised that you were getting them. Especially with two monkey cubs sitting on your shoulders. Plum laying his head on yours with his ears healed tightly against each other. While Peaches watched everyone that passed by you with a harsh glare across his face, though you had to admit his glare was rather adorable.

“You ready for an adventure?” Spirit asked her voice dripping with sarcasm.

You laughed before giving a wide smile, everything was going to be fine. You would make the best of the situation one way or another. Reaching up to Peaches and Plums you made sure they were still their before following behind your friend. With the reassurance that they were still there, you found yourself staring at the beautiful scenery around you. Large trees surrounded you, vines hanging from several as moss grew up the sides.

“It’s beautiful,” you muttered looking around.

“You say that about everything,” Spirit chuckled, her human glamour vanishing as you both got farther from the village.

You just laughed, it was true. Everything around you was stunning and you couldn’t get enough of staring at the wide scenery around you.

You laughed before giving a wide smile, everything was going to be fine. You would make the best of the situation one way or another. Reaching up to Peaches and Plums you made sure they were still there before following behind your friend.

“An adventure? Hopefully a peaceful one, no more bandits if possible,” you replied, that was a reasonable request, wasn’t it?

Apparently no, no it was not. It was slowly getting dark, the sun setting below the horizon as the moon shinned brightly overhead. That’s when you heard it. The sound of footsteps were rushing behind you and several shouts as well. You didn’t even have time to run before someone grabbed you by the arm tightly.

“Hey! Let go!!” Spirit shouted loudly.

Whipping your head around it was none other than the bandits that had kidnapped Spirit before. How the hell did they find you two? Had you stayed in the town for too long? You must have. Fuck!

“Well, well, well look what we have here? A lone young lady and the little bitch who escaped,” the words cut deep, ‘lone,’ alone away from your family and your friends. NO SNAP OUT OF IT!

You were about to snap back at the man when suddenly he howled, your head snapped down at the sight of Peaches digging his fangs into the man’s skin. Blood quickly left the wound before he tried to throw the small monkey off.

“PEACHES!” You shouted fear covering your face at the sight.

“Look out Reader!” Spirit called just in time for you to duck below a punch just barely.

“Get off me you rat!” The man shouted as he threw his arm around in an attempt to get the golden monkey to unlatch from his arm.

'Rat!?' Wukong wanted to scream at the insult. Because he couldn’t he opted to dig his teeth further into the man’s flesh.

“Stay back!” You yelled as you went to pull out your pocketknife before remembering you traded it for that torch.

Fear covered your face as you backed away, fast and almost fearful chirping echoed through your ears. You felt sweat glisten across your forehead you couldn’t fight… four men!

‘WUKONG!’ Macaque chirped as the golden monkey was thrown harshly to the ground his body bouncing as he let out a low groan, not able to stand back up.

“Peaches!” You went to move closer.

“Your rat fucking bit me!” The man practically snarled in rage as he glared at you.

“He’s not a rat he’s a monkey!” you seethed at the insult to your small friend.

The man rolled his eyes before kicking Peaches towards you. You rushed to pick him up holding him in your arms as you backed away. Fear flooded through your body, adrenaline soon following as you felt your blood pound in your ears.

From your shoulder Plums quickly looked over Peaches and snarled at the man with a vengeful hate. Anger radiated off of the tiny monkey and for a moment you were scared that he might jump off your shoulder. Luckily he didn’t much to your gratitude.

“You dare talk back to me woman? I otta- ahhh!!” He screamed as an arrow pierced through his arm.

You whipped your head around to see Spirit standing behind you with a bow in her hand. Was that what she had been working on? You pushed your thoughts away before running to get away from the men. You got passed Spirit who shot another arrow, cutting into another man’s side. Blood dripped down his flesh as he let out a blood curdling scream. The arrow had shot straight through his armor.

”Keep your hands off my idiot,” Spirit snarled, venom pouring through every word as he eyes seemed to glow blue, the temperature decreasing rapidly around her.

“We caught you once monster! We can do it again…” The man’s words cut short as they all noticed the grass around her feet quickly wilting and freezing over, not mere frost but rather a thick layer of ice followed her every movement.

Her tail flicked back and forth angrily as her gaze darkened at their words, however despite the danger that lurked behind her eyes an eerie grin spread across her face. “An ambush while one is sleeping hardly constitutes a win. How about we have ourselves a rematch I wonder how long you’ll last against my power~”

The blood drained from the men’s faces. But even as it did the two unharmed men seemed to take her challenge willingly. Of course this was not exactly the right decision for the grown men. A feral smile covered her face and with the flick of her hand everything around her was encased in ice, aside from a single circle around you. You gasped at the sight of the white flurries that filled the air around you, it was… beautiful.

However you quickly gasped when you saw that the ice was encasing the men, slowly running up their legs and towards their chests. Spirit let out an almost warm laugh at the sight before her, holding absolutely no regret or remorse.

“Spirit. Spirit you’re going too far!” Reader quickly shouted, and the ice stopped moving.

The small demoness turned her head to look her friend in the eye, her own eyes narrowing and her lips forming a thin line. Her tail continued to flick as she contemplated what you said.

“Too far?” She repeated almost in confusion at your words.

“Yes, you’re going too far. They’ve learned there lesson. Right?” You turned to look at the men who were all nodding their heads frantically.

It didn’t make any sense to you, why would you spend so much time with Spirit running when she had the power to do this? Was there a reason she hadn’t before? Why didn’t she simply threaten them. It didn’t make any sense to you.

“Sorry, I forgot why I hadn’t done this before. You look petrified my friend,” Spirit muttered lightly, warm smile across her face while she spoke.

You froze as the word danger screamed in your mind repeatedly. She looked like she was almost enjoying the suffering of the men who were fruitlessly trying to break the ice that encased their legs. Each panicked and fearful that it would suddenly start to rise once again.

“… What?” You muttered through a breath.

“Let’s get further ahead and then I’ll release them. I wouldn’t want them to make any bad decisions now would I?” Spirit asked with a smile gracing her lips.

You could barely nod before a warmth bumped against your face, Plum hit his head against your cheek hard enough to catch you’re attention. Looking back at the men you remembered what they did and turned to quickly leave with your friend. A fear gripped at your chest as you followed behind her, they were cruel they deserved more than this but… they were still human, still living beings who deserved a second chance… right?

Once they were out of sight, Spirit let out a breath and the ice stopped forming below her feet. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask if she freed the men, she said she would and she wouldn’t lie to you. She was your friend and she was just protecting you.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I just… I just got so mad,” She started to say but you shushed her as you looked over Peaches.

Finding yourself sitting on the forest floor you looked him over, Plums hopped down so he was beside him. The white monkey pressing his face against Peaches trying to wake him up. There was a small lump on his head and his eyes were closed. For a moment you began to panic as you pressed your fingers against his neck trying to find a pulse, it was there still beating strong. His breathing was also even and other then the swelling on his head there weren’t any other injuries.

“Is he going to be okay?” Spirit asked cautiously.

You nodded, there shouldn’t be any reason he wouldn’t be. Unless he hurt something internally, but you had no way to check that. He would be okay, he just needed warmth, rest and when he woke up he would need food. That would do, at least you hoped it would. Plum whimpered beside Peaches as he nuzzled his face still trying to wake him up.

“It’s okay, he’s going to be okay. I’ll take care of you two, I promise,” You smiled weakly as you continued to sit there on the forest floor.

The cackle of a newly born flame echoed through the tiny clearing, when had Spirit started a fire? Never-mind, it was something that was needed especially for Peaches who probably needed the warmth the most.

You turned over and looked over to Peaches first he was still sleeping with Plum curled around him worriedly. You could feel your chest tighten, poor things. You gently went to pet Plum and he snapped at you. His teeth bared as he growled harshly, he looked so… terrified.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” you mutter reaching to hold the palm of your hand up in front of him.

The monkey didn’t listen instead growled at you. You looked at him with a worried look, he was so worried about his little friend, it made your heart ache. Leaning down you rested your hand against Plum’s head and he swiped his little claws at you. He was in a defensive mode over his friend, you quickly pulled your hand back at his small attack.

“… I want to help you and your friend, but dear I can’t help if you keep hiding him and yourself away from me,” You try to persuade the monkey only to get a growl back.

“He’s not gonna listen to you,” Spirit said as she laid on the ground, her tail swaying lazily back and forth.

“He’ll listen, he’s just scared for his friend,” You say with a calm voice before looking back at the cub who was cuddled on top of Peaches.

You could feel the glare of the monkey on you he continued to growl at you. Even as Spirit told you that it was a bad idea, and that it wasn’t going to do any good, you couldn’t help but reach out. The monkey glared at you, his tail whipping back and forth as you reached forward to pet him again.

He once again snapped at you angrily. You took in a deep breath before leaning forward again, your hand placed on the ground palm up. He continued to growl looking down at your hand, he sniffed the air but continued to stay close to his mate. You looked at him for a moment before giving him a light smile. You weren’t going to move closer even though you really wanted to, Plum’s raised fur had relaxed somewhat. He realized you weren’t trying to hurting them.

He knew that you weren’t originally trying to hurt them, he knew that you were far too kind to intentionally hurt a harmless animal for no reason. He may have been a demonic warlord but right now he looked like a helpless monkey cub that was just trying to protect his friend.

He knew that you wouldn’t hurt him nor his mate, and yet he was still on high alert. He didn’t want his mate to get hurt, he felt like he needed to protect him from the danger that was already gone. He would probably remain that way until after Wukong woke back up… he would wake up… right? His mate was twice immortal, there was no way that something like this would actually kill him.

He felt his breathing hitch at the thought, his mate wasn’t dead he knew that, he wasn’t going to die like this. He was and is twice immortal. Even if he were to be brought to Diyu he would be able to get out like he had before… and if not… then he would go get him after he broke this damned curse. A familiar feeling filled his gut, the same feeling that he had every time that he went after his mate whenever he would run off- this wasn’t the same. His mate wasn’t trying to run away from him, he wasn’t trying to worry him. No he was cursed just as he was, they would fix this, they would fix all of this.

He looked back at you and growled lowly, he didn’t need- a chilly wind passed through his fur. It was so much colder than it was just a little while ago. He curled up around Wukong worried that he may be too cold due to his injury. You saw this and let out a sigh.

“I’m going to pick you up, it’ll be warmer next to me,” you said with a warm smile across your face.

“He doesn’t understand you,” Spirit muttered as she continued to stare at the sky.

Macaque turned to Spirit with a growl, she was really getting on his nerves. He didn’t want you to like believe he would listen to everything you said but he also did NOT appreciate his intellagence being questioned. He was one of the monkey kings he should get respect from this simple monkey demoness. Though she wasn’t very simple was she?

“He does, weather he chooses to do anything about it is up to him,” You reply calmly.

Spirit glanced at you for a moment before shrugging, she clearly didn’t believe you. She let out a yawn as she closed her eyes, all the while you looked at Plum expectantly. And finally after a moment of staring at each other he finally nudged Peaches and allowed you to scoop both of them up. You laid back down, close to the warm flames and let Plum snuggle into you and his friend.

Macaque had to admit it was warm, and soft curled up with you. You felt so warm, and your heart thumped so evenly, so calmly and so… so nicely. It wasn’t his mate’s strong stone heartbeat it was, far softer and fuck it was so much sweeter too. He curled close to you and to his mate, one night just one night he would allow this. ‘Be okay Wukong,’ he thought as he slowly drifted off into a sweet and peaceful sleep.

Looking down at the two monkeys you couldn’t help but smile. They clearly cared deeply for each other and would do so much for the other. Plum had even tried to fight you when clearly he wouldn’t be able to defeat you in a real battle. Leaning down you gave each of them a kiss on the forehead and laid on the ground.

“You’re too soft on them,” Spirit muttered half heartedly.

“You want a good night kiss too?” You asked with a smirk.

Her face immediately burned and she yelled at you. You could only laugh as you drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Spirit grumbled to herself, she wasn’t a child. She didn’t need cuddles like- like some cub to sleep. You were the one who needed to sleep so you wouldn’t pass out while traveling again. She could still feel her face burning a bright red, turning slightly she glanced over at you and saw the content monkeys on your arms.

For a split moment, just a moment she actually thought about going over to you and accepting your offer. That was before she steeled her resolve, she had sleep back on the village, she didn’t need more… not tonight.

Woohoo! We have reached the point of the original! From here on out it is unseen territory for everyone! I hope ya’ll are as excited as I am right now! I am so giddy with joy!

So many things to write and so much to do but it is all so much fun! Next chapter is completely new to everyone and I am so excited for you’ll to read it!

[emotionalhottiee]

Made For Each Other!

Prologue

“While all the time that I was loving you

You were busy loving yourself

I would stop breathing if you told me to

Now you're busy loving someone else”!

Mary was singing my life rn as I cried my eyes out in my best friends Lexi’s lap.

“How he could he cheat, on me? How could he get someone i called a friend pregnant? After everything i did for them… this is how they repay me.” I babbled out in between each crying outbursts. Thanking God for my best friend Lexi who did her best to comfort me. While i laid my head in her lap she was running her fingers through my hair. She was trying her best to reassure me, that this wasn’t my fault and that i deserved better.

Deep down i know she is right. But that didn’t stop the pain of feeling like the man i once loved took an old rusty steak knife and had impaled it through my heart. I had gone through two boxes of kleenex and it still wasn’t enough to dry up the tears. At some point i gave up on the kleenex, using the sleeve of my jacket to wipe the tears that kept building up in my tear ducts. With one inevitable blink, they would come streaming down my face like dam breaking.

One of our mutual friends, that didn’t go to their baby shower seen it on another friends close friends. That someone i considered my friend, was having a baby with my boyfriend Dominic at the time. Literally seeing pictures of him posted up at her baby shower hands around her big ass belly. At the baby shower that i wasn’t even invited to. I guess now i know why i wasn’t invited. And her messy ass loser friends posting those pictures, knowing they’d get sent to me. All of this being dropped on me while i thought he had an away game, just broke my heart into a million pieces.

The realization that i had been stabbed in the back, by two people i had once trusted was just too much.

But i refused to let someone else’s betrayal ruin me.

“Well, I'm not gon' cry

I'm not gon' cry

I'm not gon' shed no tears

No I'm not gon' cry

It's not the time

'Cause you're not worth my tears”

Forcing the sadness to go away. I got up from Lexi’s lap. Wiping away the last of my tears. I decided that i had cried enough over this man, and HIS MISTAKES.

I believe in love. I know this is not the end of the road for me. And with that revelation i started to feel somewhat calm. I know that in my heart, i was the best partner i could have been. So i refused to let his actions make me feel like i am not worthy of being loved.

I’m thankful that with the help of my friends i was able to clear out the little bit of belongings i had at Dominic’s apartment. I could only assume it was while he was still at HIS baby shower.

As i got up to make my way to the bathroom, Lexi pulled me into a big ol bear hug. I be forgetting how strong her ass is, until moments like this. But nonetheless i returned the bear hug, not having the same amount of strength as she does but still. I appreciate my twin flame for being there for me, when i was at my saddest. Now i have to put on my big girl panties and just move forward. I am letting this be the only day that i sulk over that man. It’s obvious he couldn’t care less about how i feel.

Because i am starting a new life come Monday afternoon. Well perhaps not new, but i will be starting my new job, and i be will be taking advantage of all the new opportunities to come… Hopefully meet some fine new men on the road.

Because i know my worth. And i know that there is someone out there that will love me the way i deserved to be loved. I know that my soulmate is out there waiting to find me. A man who was made just for me!

series disclaimer!

[4lexnilsen]

“helena wayne,  it sounds wildly inappropriate when you put it like that,”   alex points out with a laugh,  finding the wording incredibly awkward.   the size doesn’t matter.   technique does.   in the most immature,  boyish way,  it has him snickering into his other hand,  covering his face as embarrassment and amusement begin to mix on his rosy features.   “i’d ask you to describe the technique of wrist breaking to me,  but now i’m too scared you’ll just decide to show me how it’s done instead.”   all for pointing out that sexual joke she’d unintentionally made.   he has to admit,  playful remarks aside,  that it’s impressive how strong she is for someone who’s so small.   she most likely can’t make it on some disney rides,  but has no trouble putting quarterbacks in a headlock.   there’s something fascinating about that.   he’s worked out with her before and man does she got stamina.

“well,”   alex sighs,  gathering their skates and straightening up,  offering helena his arm in case she wants to hold onto him.   the path’s slippery,  after all.   he doesn’t want her to break a bone.   “i think it’s a little bit of both.   she didn’t want to go,  but also couldn’t because of the internship.   sarah and poppy don’t really get along well.   so,  this internship was a good excuse,  i guess.”   he feels awkward discussing this part of his life with his best friend,  knowing that she’s also not a big fan of his other best friend.   women’s minds and hearts can be so complicated…   “sarah and i…   we’ve had a few conversations about poppy.   they tolerate each other,  but i don’t think they truly enjoy each other’s company.   you know,  sarah can a bit cold and territorial,  and poppy’s…   well,  she’s somewhat eccentric,  but in a very adorable way.   anyway,  their personalities just clash a lot.”   because there’s a lot of jealousy involved.   but he doesn’t want to say it and have to dive into this subject.

“oh,  right…   nothing quite as boring as yacht parties,”   he laughs,  finding the idea so very abstract that he can’t even picture it.   a party on an actual yacht.   it’s such a subtle reminder of how they belong in two different worlds —   he’s never even been on a yacht,  and her father is a billionaire who can probably buy her a new one every month.   he can’t help but wonder if she feigns interest when he tells her about vancouver island or colorado,  if she’s only being kind.   it surely doesn’t impress her.   “that’s also my idea of a perfect summer,  a new book every few days,  iced lattes and blueberry cupcakes or a peach cobbler.”   sometimes,  he feels like their love for books is the only thing they truly have in common.   can friendship built solely on that survive the test of time?   “oh,  i’m sorry to hear that.   hope you still managed to have fun,  despite arguing.”   he feels repulsed with himself for finding joy in the fact that harry’s failing as a boyfriend,  as though that meant he could one day take his place.   god,  is he delusional?   or unfaithful?   both?

“don’t tell me he shrieks like a little girl when you go above the speed limit?   any chance there are some recordings of that?   asking out of curiosity,  not because i’d like to hear him shriek,  of course,”   alex can’t help the laugh that escapes him,  trying to imagine that.   “and what do they say about lana del rey girls?”   he inquires,  walking down the slippery path towards the rental counter where they initially got their skates to return them.   “oh,  i wish i’d been in the back,  too.   do me a favor and record your next trip for me,  just the highlights,  of course,”   he muses,  but a part of him can’t get over the strange jealousy.   he’s dating sarah,  why does he care who gets to take helena on summer trips?   “thanks for the offer,  but i don’t think harry would enjoy having me as a third wheel,  you know?   he’d probably try to drive off and leave me at a gas station or animal shelter.   my presence would only make the arguing part worse,  i fear.”   it’s supposed to be just a joke,  but is it?   he knows harry hates his guts and is only pretending to be cordial because he has no reason to openly hate him.   the too long comment doesn’t fly over his head,  but he doesn’t say anything.   still,  his heart misses another beat.   blushing as she touches his hair,  pale blue eyes growing sheepish.   harry doesn’t deserve this angel.   “yeah,  two years is a long time.   how’d you guys even met?   how’d you fall in love?”   why on earth would anyone love this man?

"i'll have you know, the size of someone doesn't matter... technique does." helena's fiercely informing while their hands are pressed together through their gloves. hers a lot smaller, but she's confident... as long as she isn't on ice, she could easily flip colby and then put alex in a headlock. "i know how to break a wrist, so in a way, these fists might be small but you'll ALL be so surprised and sorry when you hear the sounds of your bones starting to crack." soft amused laugh sounds from her because she knows how well he's underestimating her knowledge on being powerful despite her size, he's just lucky she'd never want to hurt him like that even if he's pushing it by making fun of her.

"she didn't want to go?" brows push into a confused crease. "i mean, who wouldn't want to go enjoy a cool place like that? especially spending time with their boyfriend... that's crazy." helena plays it off like that's what she meant, not what she's really thinking: finding suspicion in it. and confusion. it's like his girlfriend really doesn't even care a single thing on what he does. does this woman know no jealousy? and what was he THINKING about for so long? in the duration it took him to answer. "wait, hold on a sec... i'm confused. she didn't want to go or she couldn't go because the internship?" because want and couldn't are two different things... so which really is it? either way, it sounds a little off. just leaving your girlfriend behind like that. "but, right. yeah. i suppose that makes sense."

a little sting in her voice, because she wasn't going to sugar coat how it's kind of disrespectful. counting it as another reason crushing on him is a bad thing, that should DETER her from doing so. he has two other women in his life, she doesn't need to get caught up in this twilight love triangle. or square. it'd be different if poppy didn't act like a thirsty gremlin, but there was something about her she didn't like. it gives her dread and secondhand irritation just imagining that... being sarah, being his girlfriend and him and poppy taking off on their secret summer trip. because she wouldn't find herself chill with it unlike the seemingly calm sarah about it, then she'd get looked at as the bad guy and there she goes... head first, in another toxic relationship. he was sweet, putting her shoes back onto her feet, but that's why she had to be extra careful. there was something extremely confusing and easy to fall into a trap, because of him being so kind. harry wasn't even doting like this and here she is... stuck in mud with him. so this... is definitely dangerous territory.

"boring. i wanted to spend all summer at the library, he wanted to spend it at yacht parties. each versions of our own fun ended up boring each other. we did go to los angeles for a week trip, but we just fought and argued the entire time. speed demon'ing it across pacific coast high way with lana del rey playing was the most enticing part. thrilling in making harry shriek like a little girl, he was convinced i was going to send him in the ocean. you know what they say about the lana del rey girls after all..." helena quips, finally laughing again. because he probably didn't know. and the visual of COLA playing with the top down on her dad's mustang, while helena was dancing around and singing insanely over top of harry's yelling to 'pay attention helena!' was beyond HILARIOUS all over again. "i wish you'd been in the back." just to seen harry's yelling and freaking out. but what can she say? lana on blast just makes her hit the acceleration harder and her LEAD FOOT worse. "you should go with me next summer." tapping the curl above his forehead, poppy wants to intervene in her plans... she should get her back for last time that helena hasn't forgotten. ACCIDENTALLY schedule the L.A trip right on top of that date that's her special year trip. an eye for an eye, would only be fair. "too long." the words slip from her mouth without realizing what she just said until it's too late. "i mean, two years." moving the stray curl over, fixing it in place. she hates how cute he and his dark curls look.

[featherymainffins]

Now this might be because I have issues but is it just me or does Slay The Princess feel like an allegory for a relationship?

[quietwingsinthesky]

the amount of time i spend thinking about Even carrying the metacrisis doctor’s fob watch is really quite disproportionate to how much ive fleshed out that part of the story in my head

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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