#god i just. yeah. thank you. genuinely from the bottom of my heart thank you

[hella1975]

HELAL

I have a lot of stuff running through my mind rn and im in a hurry and idk if its going to make sense but oh well.

(its list anon and I have another thing to add to my 'favorite things about finding myself in Hellas circle of existence list thing)

The thing is how much your personality sinks through into your writing and blog thing.

Let me explain,

I lost internet for a few days and I just got it back and was scrolling through tumblr and noticed one of my mutuals reblog something of yours and I was like 'I havent been on the internet for like four days, I wonder what Hella has been up to.' and so I started stalking you (as one does) and like scrolling through your blog and everything and I came across the post you thinged about your hometown and about how shameful you are about your writing and that sent me into a spiral because I know the feeling and couldnt put it into words and I felt so called out.

Thats besides the point.

I had this thing to add to the list for a while and couldn't figure out how to explain it without seeming weird so Im just doing my best here.

It's like when you post things about the things that go on in your mind. I touched on this in my first list thingy with the whole 'when you post little snippets of whats going on in your mind and turn it into what I can only describe as poetyry' part. It's simular but it's not the same.

It's really easy to see someone and follow someone who is so eloquent and brilliant and hold them close to divinity and think about how untouchable they are, which seems weird because I'm on Tumblr of all places. But like when you follow your favorite authors on twitter or instagram and they seem almost inhuman. And sometimes it feels like being that talented is so unattainable because you're not them, you can't spew out flawless lines of words seemingly effortlessly and you cant come up with a plot that clever and even if you can't you can't give the story justice because you're not that good of a writer.

Even other writers on this site are like this and so...ethereal almost. I've mentioned before how a lot of other writer almost run their blog like a business and everything and you scroll through them and see people constantly sending them asks about their works and sending them fanart and people obsessing over their art and like I said it seems unattainable for your average person. Like I dont get that so maybe I'm not that good.

Then I come to your blog and you talk about situations I relate to and you don't hide your humanity and you talk about your classes in economics of all things and your home town and all your problems (while valid) are normal. You're more relatable than the other writers I follow at least.

I've mentioned in other asks ( I dont think they were list ones but they might have been idk ) that you inspire me a lot. This is why. Also the fact that you're my age (I'm 18) and your not in your 20s and you havent taken a decades worth of writing classes and you dont have a degree in literature. You're literally just person living a normal life. That's not to say other authors and writers arent just normal people but you just show it a lot more, idk.

Like reading things like taob and tbos and then going to your main blog and seeing the way you write your stuff in your mind and then going two posts down and your talking about normal things makes me think that maybe I can write something incredible too one day.

And the reason I have the ability to feel that way in relation to you and your stupid blog (affectionate) is because you let your normal personality show, not some robotic businessy- type personality.

That's not to say that I don't think your just an average person, average people can't describe things so rawly. But, like I said, you're not untouchable.

Based on what I see from you and what you show online, I really think that you have the potential to be great one day. Not that you should hold yourself and force yourself into a life you don't want, like if you don't want to be a famous writer, don't be. But I genuinely just hope that you grow up and find a career you're happy in.

More than anyone I see on the internet, you deserve to live a life that you absolutely love, no matter what that might be.

I said it before that I always feel really obsessive when I send asks like this, and I feel creepy, so if I come off that way I'm sorry. I just try to make it a point to tell people when I enjoy them as a person.

Also I have some songs that kind of remind me of you.

The first one if Vienna by Billy Joel. I think the chances of you not knowing this one is very slim because it's such as popular song right now. But it's my favorite song and it reminds me of you.

The other one is read all about it by Emili Sande (pt 3 is the best) I think this song is also pretty popular, it also might not be, idk. But it's one of those songs that not a lot of people that I show it to like. Idk why. The vocals are weird (in my opinion) but I love the lyrics.

If you already know these songs just ignore this part :)

ME WHEN LIST ANON:

[muzzlemouths]

Psst. Just wanted to let you know that you're cool and I hope you have a really nice day today! You seem to be Goin Through It™ and I just wanted to let you know that we (your followers) like you no matter the quantity of stuff you're able to make at any given time (though we most certainly do like what you make, but that's not why most of us stay, I believe); you're very funny and have insightful opinions about writing, and you're always super nice when I stop by to say hi! Please remember to be kind to your mind and heart this upcoming Spring. I hope The Delights come into your life in leaps and bounds, and that you'll receive good news soon!!! <33

ooh...ohh.h.....th.ank you for the kind words........

[girliism]

dilf!art being father of the bride and you being lily’s maid of honor. *evil smile*

you could hear your new year’s resolution to stop smoking laughing at you as you stood outside the wedding reception.

lily had gotten married earlier that day and it was beautiful ceremony but the stress of making sure none of the bridesmaids made drank too much at the bachelorette party, yelling at flower delivery guys and keeping lily a happy bride to be had gotten to you. being a maid of honor/wedding planner was hard and you desperately needed a cigarette.

“hey.” you jumped at the sound of a deep voice, placing your free hand on your fast beating heart. “holy shit, mr. d. you fucking scared me.” art walked to stand beside you, he had ditched his black suit jacket and was only wearing a white button with the sleeves rolled up and his veiny arms on display. you tried not to stare.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you i was just looking to get some air.” he apologized. “it’s fine.” the two of you stood silently next to each other.

art cleared his throat. “do you mind if i…?” he pointed to the cigarette hanging from your lips. you shook your head, your fingers brushed together when you passes him the cigarette. art brought is to his mouth and took a deep inhale. you watched his head fall back as he blew out the smoke. “you did a good job with planning, everything looks amazing.” art’s voice tore you out of your trace of staring at his neck. “huh? oh, thanks. i’m seriously considering giving up my degree to do this full time.” you joked, taking the cigarette back from art, which earned you a chuckle from him.

the two of you stayed like that for awhile, passing the cigarette back and forth making small conversation. the lipstick you left on the orange end lightly staining arts lips. “so, how come you didn’t bring with a date?” the question was a little personal but you were nosy. “well….” he rocked back and forth a little on his heels. “i don’t know, i guess i just didn’t have anyone to bring.” he shrugged. “how come?” at this point you were genuinely curious, i mean tashi his ex wife had even brought a date.

art sighed. “don’t know if you noticed but i’ve kinda aged out of the dating scene.” he mumbled. you scoffed shaking your head. “what? you look really good for your age. you’ve probably got girls lining up to get in your bed. bet you don’t even need pill to get it up.” you even don’t realize what you’ve said until you said. “i mean, i’d still do you.” you really were just trying to make him feel better but you ended up hitting on him.

“you’d still do me?” he repeated laughing.

“w-well yeah. you’ve got the whole hot dad thing going on and you were like the first guy i had a wet dream about.” you rambled digging the heel of shoe into the ground below you. “really?” he asked. you could feel his eyes burning into you. you lifted your head to look at him. “yeah.” art brought his thumb up to scratch his bottom lip giving you a look, a look you understood and gave back.

you don’t know how but the two of you ended up in the back of his truck. your bridesmaid dress sitting in the passengers seat of his car as you worked to get the belt of his pants off.

art’s hands were rough and calloused on your soft skin as he ran them up your body to grope your boobs through your strapless bra. art presses kisses down your throat and on top of your breast. you finally get his belt undone and he lifts his hips to make sliding his pants and underwear down easier.

your eyes widen at the sight below you. “fuck.” you wanted it in your mouth but there wasn’t time for foreplay. “do you still wanna do this?” art asked, his blue eyes that had slight wrinkles on the sides of them looked into yours. “hell yeah.” you nodded your head leaning down to put your lips on his. art’s hands come up to hold your jaw forcing his tongue in your mouth when it fell open sighing as you sank down onto his thick cock.

“oh my god.” you both moaned. not bothering to get use to the stretch, you put you hands on art’s shoulders and started to bounce up and down slowly picking up the speed. “you’re so gorgeous.” art kissed and sucked at whatever skin he could find. “fucking yourself on me so well.” your head fell back and your loud moans filled up the car. “wanted this for so long mr. d.” you whined, legs started to ache so you stop bouncing to just grind your hips back and forth. art wrapped his big arms around your waist pulling your chest fully against his as you bucked his hip up, fucking you hard. “fuck, call me art.”

“artartartartartartart.” you muttered into his ear. your nails dug into his shoulder and your moans got louder and whiny the closer you got. “gonna cum.” art grunted, one of his hands leaving your waist you thumb over your clit. “it’s ok i’m on the pill.” art didn’t pass up the opportunity of cumming inside you, immediately painting your inner walls when you squeezed him particularly tight. soon you’re cumming with a quiet scream into his neck.

art lets you stay in his lap for a while as he strokes your hair and places kisses on your face before you catch sight of the time on his rolex. “shit, i have to give my speech soon.” you pull off letting art’s soft cock slip out of you. art hands you some napkins to clean yourself up before zipping you back into your dress. “i really enjoy this.” you said leaning against his car. “yeah, me too.” he answered. you gave him a smile before walking back into the reception hall.

“hey, where were you was about to go look for you.” lily says to you when you approach her table. “just maid of honor duties.” you lied to her, feeling like a terrible friend. “ok.” she smiled brightly at you. oh god, you were definitely going to hell and lily would be the one to send you if she ever found out you fucked her dad.

[moonlight-prose]

THE WAY YOU SAY GOODBYE

a/n: i have been watching way too much hart of dixie lately and well wade is basically just hangman in a different font. don't try to argue cause you know i'm absolutely right. so i spawned this drabble out of my head as if i were summoning a demon. enjoy my hangman girlies.

summary: if there's a way to say goodbye that has been noted in the history books, hangman will find a way to master it.

word count: 1k+

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

warnings: semi-explicit, kissing that borders on tongue fucking, he's nasty with it, cocky hangman, spit, again i say he's nasty with it.

Looking up the definition of the word goodbye would come with an endless amount of definitions and explanations. All in varying languages, with meanings so deep they grew like the roots of a tree. Embedding themselves in the earth with life of its own.

The way Hangman said goodbye wasn’t one of those.

He was assured, cocky, and genuinely believed he was God’s gift to this earth. You could see it with how he leaned against the pool table, his legs spread, lips pulled into a you know you want to fuck me smile. And the thing was…you couldn’t deny it. You did in fact want that. You had that. Four hours ago at the crack of dawn when he found his way back into your bed after a run and a shower.

Of course the others around would voice their displeasure and intense disgust if either of you brought it up. So you stayed silent. Sipping a coffee as he argued with Rooster over who had the bigger dick. Or something of that manner. You weren’t entirely focused on the conversation, your eyes fixated on the way his uniform pulled taut across his shoulders.

You were pretty sure that if you peeled the layers of fabric away, you’d find the imprint of your teeth in the muscle of his right shoulder.

Part of you was tempted to search for it. The other part had yet to notice he had stopped talking altogether, his attention on the only thing that mattered. You and your dreamy haze of love.

If he had the time he’d drag you to the bathroom, but everyone was already starting to pack it in for the morning. It would be a long day of training, of listening to the same orders over and over, of picking fights with one another until their patience ran thin. And all he wanted was to say goodbye to you properly. In a way that he’d feel each time you crossed his mind.

“You want a ride?” Fanboy asked, digging his keys out of his pocket.

He nodded. “Yeah thanks.”

“Let’s head out boys.” Phoenix shoved her arms into the leather jacket she’d brought even though the weather outside was warm enough to sunbathe.

He found his mind wandering to the image of you doing just that.

“Alright,” he sighed, standing tall as he reached for the jacket on the back of his chair.

You smiled as he sauntered over to you, his hand gripping your waist as he tugged you to stand up. “You’re going?”

He sighed as if you’d asked him the hardest question to exist. “Yeah. I’ve gotta go baby.”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

The soft smile that crossed his lips was enough to have your heart racing. “I’ve got a new bottle of wine, some new desserts to try out.”

He smiled, his hand sliding lower as you listed out a few other things. Some which you had to say softly, lest you bring the wrath of the others. You’d been in that predicament before; you didn’t necessarily want to go back. At least not for a few months. Getting caught at the rocks by the beach was bad enough. Getting caught by Rooster, Phoenix, and Coyote was worse.

Although they couldn’t deny it, they were much happier seeing Hangman in a relationship than out of one.

“We got to go man,” Fanboy said, nudging Payback to get up from where he sat. “I don’t want to get stuck doing extra push ups when your asses make me late.”

Jake chuckled, his eyes dropping to the way your tongue slid along your bottom lip. The idea of dropping in when he got lunch was appealing enough to hold him over for a few hours. At least then he could show you what he’d been craving to eat since this morning.

“Gentlemen. Phoenix. You might want to avert your eyes. I’m about to kiss my woman goodbye.” The groan from behind was enough to set you off in a fit of giggles, your hand sliding into the base of his hair. “C’mere sugar,” he mumbled, grasping the nape of your neck.

To say Jake Seresin invented the art of saying goodbye was an understatement. He made bidding farewell dirty, debauched, and so filthy so as to solidify that moment in your mind for the rest of the day. His tongue slid into your mouth, a soft moan at the taste of your coffee being pressed into the searing kiss, as he tugged you even closer. The breath was knocked from your lungs with each lick into you and you began to wonder if maybe he was thinking of something else entirely.

That only made you grip onto his hair tighter, pulling him close enough to feel the way his hips shifted forward. Not enough to draw attention from the others. Yet you felt as if he was grinding into you without a single item of clothing on.

“That’s disgusting!” Rooster shouted from across the bar.

Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away. Spit spread slightly down your chin, his teeth digging into the plush skin of your bottom lip, and you felt your knees begin to buckle. Even as he gripped your ass tight enough to leave a phantom touch behind.

He made sure you’d feel him all fucking day.

“Mm,” he hummed, his grip growing tighter. “Your coffee tastes delicious baby.”

You laughed. “You want some?”

“I gotta go,” he mumbled, kissing you again as he licked even deeper into your mouth. His sharp inhale the cause of your heart stuttering.

“So go,” you breathed. “I’m not stopping you.”

He smiled. “Liar.”

“Don’t be rude.”

“Or what?”

Twisting his hair between your fingers, you tugged his head back slightly. Earning you a soft grunt you felt in the base of your stomach.

“Or I find something else to occupy my night.”

“Noted Mrs. Seresin.” He snuck your mug out from behind you, stealing a sip as you hung on him—addicted to his mere presence.

You smiled, biting into your bottom lip as he cleaned you up with his thumb. “I’ll see you later Mr. Seresin.”

“Oh yes you will,” he murmured, stealing a chaste kiss as he swung his jacket over his shoulder. “You can count on it sugar!”

[moonstruckme]

I know we have emt mauraders (and I absolutely love them with all of my heart), but I can't get the image of fireman James out of my head. He's just so beefed up and just has that build about him. You know? 🫠

So true babe <3

cw: reader is trapped in elevator for a bit

firefighter!James x fem!reader ♡ 753 words

It took you some time to work up the courage to press the HELP button. Your building’s elevator has always been a bit scary, shuddering and screeching ever since you’d moved in, so you’d hoped for a while that it would just fix itself, remember that it was supposed to be moving and deliver you safely to your floor. No such luck.

You’re endlessly glad that you’re going home and not running late to work when it takes the fire crew another twenty minutes to show up. You’re guessing elevator rescues aren’t at the top of their priority list. When someone finally bangs on a door somewhere below you, you scramble up from where you’ve been sitting on the floor. 

“Fire department,” a man’s voice says.

“Hi,” you call back, feeling immediately stupid for it. Were you supposed to say your job description back or something? 

“Is everyone okay? How many of you are there?” 

“It’s—it’s just me.” 

“Alright,” the voice says, “we’re gonna get you out of there, just give us a second.” 

You hum back though he probably can’t hear. There’s a lot of creaking metal and muffled voices, and then the door to your prison squeaks slowly open. Most of what you can see is clearly elevator shaft, but there’s a small opening at your feet. Once it’s a couple of feet wide, a curly head pops through. 

“Hi,” the voice from earlier says. It comes from a lovely face, all tan skin and warm eyes and a radiant smile, like this man finds everything about his day genuinely cheering. “You alright in here? Injured at all?” 

It takes you a second to find your voice, and even once you do it sounds pitchier than normal. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” 

“Perfect.” Somehow, his grin seems to widen, which is a bit much for you right now. Suddenly you’re kind of dizzy. “Okay, I’m just going to have you scooch on your bum over here and stick your legs out, yeah? I’ll pop out so I can lower you down.” 

He’s going…he’s going to grab your legs. Okay. Awesome. This is totally your everyday. 

Some of your hesitance must show on your face, because the man’s expression softens. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce myself,” he says. “I’m James. What’s your name?” 

You tell him, so quietly you’re not sure he can hear, but James nods anyway. “Y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve already been stuck for god knows how long, and I’m sure you’d like to get to where you’re going. This is the easy part, okay?” 

“Okay,” you echo. 

James gives you an encouraging smile, retreating from the opening. “Alright, just set your legs out here,” he calls up. 

You sit down on the elevator floor, slipping your feet through so your legs are dangling in open air. A second later, strong hands grip the undersides of your thighs. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” James says. “I’m gonna ease you out, and I just need you to lean back so you don’t bump your head on anything, yeah?” 

You hum in response. He starts pulling you out of the elevator, his grip moving up your thighs to your bottom once it emerges. Your heart thunders, both from the intimate contact and from trusting your weight wholly to someone else. Soon you’ve cleared the opening. Another set of hands cups the back of your head to ensure you don’t hit it on the elevator floor, and then you’re sitting up, your hands landing on James’ shoulders for balance. They’re really quite substantial, you can’t help but notice, wide and full of thick, corded muscle. He tilts his head back, grinning up at you. 

“See?” he says. “Easy.” 

A dizzy little laugh escapes you, and James’ grin takes on a whole new quality. Something curious about it. He hoists you up in his arms, grip transferring to your waist so he can lower you to the floor. 

“Thanks,” you manage, looking up at him. You look at the other handful of firefighters around too, the embarrassment of your situation finally sinking in. Your face heats. “I really appreciate the help.” 

“Anytime, sweetheart,” James says. As the others start packing up equipment, his attention stays on you. “You sure you’re alright? Where are you going from here?” 

You do your best to give him a smile of your own. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just going home. I live on the sixth floor.” 

He hums. “Best take the stairs this time.”

[gothamite-rambler]

Aww, they're a match made in insanity - JayRose

In a dimly lit alley after a tense battle, both Rose and Jason were feeling sore. They stood close together, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Suddenly, Rose surprised him with an unexpected kiss.

Rose: Mm, nice. I've wanted to do that for a while.

Jason (stammering): Whoa, that just happened.

As Rose kissed him again, warmth radiated through him, their lips moving in perfect harmony. Jason placed a hand on Rose's hip, pulling her closer, feeling a brief pressure on his bottom lip. He let out a soft moan, but clarity returned quickly as Rose stepped back, a playful smile on her face.

Jason (covering his mouth): Stop catching me off guard!

He rubbed his forehead, his heart racing from the thrill.

Rose (eyes sparkling): I had to get that out of my system. Now I’m ready to go.

Jason: Why are you looking at me like that? You kissed me and then kissed me again… what the hell? I didn’t even know you liked me like that!

She laughed, noticing the flush on his face, and placed her hand gently on his chest.

Rose: I thought I made it obvious. Although I enjoy pretend-flirting with people, I've actually wanted to kiss you for a while.

Jason (flustered): Okay, okay, cool… I didn’t hate it, but you kind of made some blood leave my brain for a few minutes… and you're really attractive.

Rose (smiling): You are too, especially when you took off your mask. I couldn't help myself.

Trying to regain his composure, Jason glared at her playfully.

Jason: Rose… just five minutes ago, we were dealing with goons and trying to snatch a key. Thanks for not taking it from my pocket again.

Rose (cheeky grin): Lucky you.

Jason: Um, yeah. Gotta focus… After all that, you thought you’d just kiss me? I’m not complaining, but it was unexpected.

Rose (nonchalantly): I noticed you seemed a little on edge. I wanted to help you relax.

Jason (flustered): Well, that definitely worked.

Rose: Think of it as a thank you for stopping a knife from being plunged into my hip. I could’ve died, and then you wouldn’t have received such a pleasant gift.

Jason sighed, but when he looked at Rose, his heart skipped a beat.

Jason: I feel hot. Do you feel hot? Wow, you're just… really fine— I didn’t mean—

Rose (coy smile): Hmm, I’m fine? You might’ve meant ‘foine.’

They both laughed softly, easing Jason's tension. Rose wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their bodies just inches apart.

Jason (softly): Rose?

Rose: Hmm?

Jason: I… like you, and I just—

He leaned in, kissing her deeply. She was surprised at first but soon melted into it.

Jason (embarrassed): I said I liked you. Oh my God.

Rose (sincerely): I like you too. There’s no shame in speaking the truth. Your intelligence captivates me; our conversations are both enlightening and enjoyable. You have a quick wit that draws me in, and the way you carry yourself with such confidence and charm is hard to ignore. Plus, your looks are a bonus.

Jason shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jason: Honestly, when I started to develop feelings for you, I didn’t want you to notice. Because I really do think you’re… genuinely funny. You know how to lighten the mood, even in the craziest situations. And the way you handle your weapons? It’s hard not to admire that. Your tough exterior is actually strangely appealing, and, yeah, you’re hot too.

Rose brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and giggled, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Jason: I’m ruining the illusion, aren’t I?

Rose: If you were like my last two partners, who lied about fifty percent of their lives, I’d say yes. But with you, it’s refreshing to see a softer side instead of just the bravado. Thankfully you're not literally flashing me.

Jason (amused): Which partner was that?

Rose (serious): Both. You ever seen a guy windmill his penis?

Jason: There was this one time with a crazy homeless man on a subway…

Rose (interrupting): Jay, I want you. And while you seem a little shy about this, which is surprisingly making you more attractive, I think we should give this a shot. Keep it low-key—don’t tell anyone.

Jason: YES! That was probably a bad reaction.

Rose: You’re cool. Trust me, I'm not in the mood for the typical ‘Oh, he’s my boyfriend, and I’m his girlfriend, and we go to pottery on weekends’ couple crap.

Jason: That does sound boring. But how about when this mission is over, we find somewhere private to continue this?

He took her hand, pulling her closer.

Rose (teasing): Oh, Mr. Red Hood, are you seducing me?

Jason: I think I am, Miss Rose Wilson. Would you like to give it a try?

Rose: Hm… mind if I employ a few of my special tricks on you? I can be pretty rough.

Jason: You bit my lip, and I moaned. What do you think?

Rose (playful tone): Let’s start with you catching me then.

She brandished the key Jason thought was back in his pocket, having sneakily retrieved it before darting away from him.

Jason sighed happily and chased after her, laughter echoing behind them. As they stepped into the night, the exhilaration of the chase pumped adrenaline through his veins, promising that the evening was just beginning.

[lil-elle]

Locked Out - Pt.2

group: xikers

pair: neighbour!minjae x fem!reader

genre: college au, fluff, pining(?), boy next door(?)

word count: 3.2k

content: no content warnings teehee ♡ (unless the existence of food is a content warning?)

a/n: read part 1 HERE

After finishing your food, you found yourself sitting down with Minjae on his couch, just chatting about this and that. The conversation just seemed to flow so naturally.

“So why exactly were you locked out of your own dorm?” He smirked, stretching an arm across the back of the small couch. You chuckled embarrassedly and dropped your head.

“Well…obviously I forgot my key when I was leaving for class this morning. That wouldn't have been a problem if it didn't just so happen to be the day my roommate was going to visit her sister. Overnight.”

“Oof.” He said, smiling.

“BIG oof. So anyway, she locked the door when she left while I was at class. Then I went to work, and when I finally got home- no key.”

He chuckled lightly into his hand, making you gasp and giggle back.

“Hey, don't laugh!” You smacked his arm playfully.

“I'm sorry!....It's kinda funny, though.”

You scoffed dramatically, not in a space at all to act upset with a massive smile stretched across your face.

“...That's when you showed up…” You smiled softly at him and his laughter dried up as a slightly flustered expression came across his face. “So, thank you.”

He suddenly cleared his throat and turned his head away, the red tips of his ears peeking out from behind his hair.

“Y-Yeah, o-of course…” He stuttered and you couldn't help but find his shy persona endearing.

“So…Minjae.”

“Hmm?” His head snapped back up to look over at you, his voice cracking slightly as he hummed.

“What's your major? I've never seen you around on campus before.”

The pink slowly faded from his cheeks as he responded.

“Music production! So, like composing and lyric writing, and I even do some performance based classes.”

You felt a strange tickle in your stomach as he said that and thought: “Wow. Okay, that's kind of attractive.”

“Woah, so can you like play the guitar and stuff?”

He let out a soft giggle.

“Yup. And the piano. And I can sing too.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden cockiness.

“Wow, and you're so humble too~” You said sarcastically, earning a bellowing laugh from him and a smile in a way that pushed up his cheeks and bottom eyelids, almost completely hiding his pretty brown eyes from sight. God, it was charming.

After a few seconds, he sighed and looked back at you.

“What about you, y/n?”

You thought for a moment before sighing with a wry smile growing on your face.

“Just…business, I guess, but it’s not really what I want to do.”

He leaned forward slightly, eyes showing complete, genuine interest in what you were saying.

“I actually don't know what I want to do…at all…”

His eyes turned empathetic as you continued.

“I-It's silly-”

“It's not. Not at all.”

You stared back into his deep, round eyes as he spoke with a firm yet gentle tone.

“Believe me, you have no idea how many different things I tried before I decided on music production. I think I switched majors like at least 4 times before landing where I am now.”

Your heart suddenly jumped as he said those words and your eyes went wide.

“4 TIMES?? What year are you in!?”

He looked taken aback for a moment before stuttering out his response.

“Um…well I'm in my first year as a music production major…but my third year in college in general.”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“You're…21..?”

He nodded softly.

“You're not?” He asked in almost a whispered tone.

“NO?? I'm 19!”

“Oh! Wow. I didn't know they mixed up the ages when assigning us to dorm buildings.”

“Me neither!??!”

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. You were the first one to speak up through your giggles.

“You've been going here for 3 years and you didn't know either??”

He chuckled for a few seconds longer before taking in a breath and responding.

“I don't know! My roommates have always been in the same year as me and I'm not really the type to socialise with the neighbours.”

You giggled softly and he smiled widely at you, his eyes holding emotions you couldn't quite place, and you couldn't deny how much you wanted to just dive into them and find out every little detail about him.

“...Well I'm glad you decided to socialise with me, at least…” You mumbled before you even thought about it, shifting your arm to lay on the back of the couch as well, your fingers dangerously close to brushing against his.

He looked down at the floor with a shy smile before bringing his soft gaze back to you.

“...Me too…You're really cool, y/n…” Your heart skipping when he said your name was already more than you expected, but when the tip of his index finger brushed against your knuckle oh so lightly, it was as if a lightning bolt just ran through your body. Before you knew it, you'd yanked your hand away and were standing upright, fighting a blush quickly overtaking your face. Silence passed between you two for a few seconds, although it felt much much longer as you stood facing away and rubbing at the spot on your knuckle that he had touched.

“...Um…S-Sorry, I thought-”

“I-It's okay! I just…remembered I have class again in the morning, y’know?” You chuckled shyly, turning to face him despite the insanely obvious redness in your cheeks, which he definitely noticed as his cheeks slowly began taking on the same red colour.

“O-oh! R-Right!” He quickly stood, looking around and thinking for a moment.

“Uh…You can sleep in my bed if you want.”

Your blush only deepened as you stared at him, his words replaying in your head endlessly.

“...Huh?”

He just stared at you for a moment slightly confused before it hit him what you were thinking, his face growing so red that you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“OH! NO! THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT, GOD NO!” He slapped his hands over his face and you could've sworn you heard him mutter “idiot!” before sighing and dropping his hands again. “I meant…you sleep in my bed, and I sleep on the couch.”

“O-oh! That makes more sense…” You giggled shyly, looking down at the ground. “But…I'm fine sleeping on the couch y'know? I don't wanna like steal your bed…”

“It's fine!” He hurriedly responded. “Really! I don't mind.”

You looked at the small couch guiltily.

“...It doesn't look very comfortable…”

He followed you gaze to the couch before looking across the room and then back to you.

“Then…I can sleep in Hunter's bed! Would that make you feel better? And before you say anything, he won’t mind, so don't worry.”

You couldn't help but giggle about how he seemingly knew the next way in which you'd protest. He'd successfully removed every reason for you to deny his offer and all you could do was smile up at him.

“Well…how can I say no to that?” You giggled and he smiled widely, looking back at you with that adoring look once again and you couldn't help but feel your heart flutter.

“...A-Anyways…” you mumbled, cheeks almost hurting from how much you'd smiled already tonight, “I'll um…go to sleep, if that's okay?”

He nodded, smiling.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, of course.”

“Is there anything you need from your room before I go in?”

He thought for a moment before shaking his head.

“You're all good.” He said softly. “It's just that door on the left, there.”

“Thanks…” You muttered softly, picking your bag up and carrying it over to the door. You heard him sigh and mumble something to himself as you entered his room, but you couldn't make it out, and honestly you were too distracted to care. It was like a million different emotions were running through you at once. You felt weird but also giddy, excited, wired, flustered, happy, anxious, nervous, shy, etc etc. Pretty much any feeling you could imagine.

You softly shut the door to his bedroom and looked around, feeling strange to be in a boy's- well…man’s bedroom, especially without the man himself present. But it also felt strangely comfortable; not all that messy but also not insanely spotless so at least you could rule out psychopath, just a few shirts here and there and a used cup sitting on one of the side tables by the bed.

You set your bag down in the corner and rummaged through to find the shirt you wore to class stuffed into the bottom, thanking your past self for feeling lazy and just throwing on a pair of jeans and a kind of oversized shirt earlier that morning. You hastily changed out of your work clothes and into the shirt, before realising you'd either have to sleep in jeans, which honestly sounded like a nightmare, or sleep in Minjae's bed in just your shirt with no pants on, the thought making your stomach flip as you stared over at the soft grey duvet blanketing his bed. You sighed, ignoring the heat re-entering your cheeks, and decided on the latter option, placing your phone on the end table before climbing into the bed. You sunk into the mattress, the bed being surprisingly comfier than your one back in your room. “I thought we all got the same bed??” You thought, pondering how his felt so much softer. You turned over onto your side and pressed your face into the pillow. “Even this pillow is softer…” You took a deep breath in, the fabric of his sheets smelling exactly how you thought they would: like a man. Y'know, sandalwood, musk, maybe a hint of lavender and fabric softener. It was nice. It had really been a while since you'd been in a man’s bed. You thought back to your exes and shuddered before flipping over onto your other side and reaching to turn the lamp off, the room being consumed with darkness as you sighed and let your eyes close softly.

The harsh sound of a phone alarm pierced your dreams and your eyes fluttered open, hand already reaching for your phone on the side tables to silence what had disturbed your slumber. You tapped the screen and rolled over, groaning as you buried your face into the pillow. It took breathing in the unfamiliar scented sheets for you to finally remember where you were, quickly shooting up and looking around the dim room, lit only by a weak streak of light coming from under the door. “Minjae's room. Minjae.”

“...It's way too early to feel this flustered…” You mumbled as you lightly slapped your slowly reddening cheeks, before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and unsteadily picking yourself up. Yawning softly, you grabbed your phone and turned it on to see the time, squinting as the bright, white light filled your vision. “7am…I wonder if she's home yet…”

You quickly slipped your jeans from yesterday back on before creeping out of the room, your eyes meeting Minjae's back as he rummaged through the fridge. You stepped forward shyly.

“Um…Morning…”

“Oh!” He turned around, another container of food in his hands that he then placed on the counter. “H-Hey…um…sleep okay?”

You nodded softly, stepping up to the counter to see what he had.

“When is your class?” He pried open the container of what seemed to be scrambled eggs bacon before popping it into the microwave.

“O-Oh..9am. But my roommate should be home by then, if she isn't already.”

He smiled softly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“I see…”

A slightly awkward silence passed between the two of you, only being broken by the sound of the microwave beeping and him taking out his breakfast.

“Hungry?” He asked as he placed the warmed up breakfast on the counter and retrieved a fork from a drawer.

“Oh, no no. It's okay, you have it. I already ate your curry yesterday…”

He chuckled softly.

“I don't mind, y’know? Plus I'd already eaten dinner by the time you showed up.” He pushed the container towards you a small amount and you quickly pushed it back.

“N-No, really, you eat. I'll have something quick before class.”

He smiled and nodded before finally digging into the eggs. You took a good look at his face, more or less the same as yesterday; soft hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, thick black glasses sat low on his nose, with the addition of his skin seeming glossier than yesterday and you suddenly wondered if he had a morning skin care routine or something. “That would explain why he's so…beautiful…”

You thought, turning away and looking down as you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He was the same as yesterday, but with a certain ‘morning’ charm to him, not to mention the extra roughness his already deep voice had taken on that you were trying so desperately to ignore since the moment he'd opened his mouth to greet you a few minutes ago.

“So,” He suddenly snapped you out of your trance and you looked back over to him just in time to see his eyes trail down to your legs and back up to your face in a way that made your heart stutter, “was it comfortable sleeping in jeans?” He said with a slight chuckle. You felt a slight warmth enter your face as you remembered your whole inner conflict from last night.

“O-Oh, I didn't…sleep in these…”

He looked slightly confused for a moment before smirking.

“Did you really sleep in that business-y pencil skirt that I'm assuming was your work uniform?” He shovelled another bite of egg into his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as your face only grew redder.

“N-No…”

He chewed slowly and you could practically see the thoughts in his head trying to put things together.

“...Do you…carry spare clothes with you…?”

You shook your head before burying your face in your hands. You couldn't see his face but you could easily hear the fluster in his voice as it clicked in his head.

“...Oh…f-forget I asked…”

You felt so embarrassed. You were sure he thought you were a weirdo for treating his bed like it was yours. Either that or incredibly naive and innocent. “...Totally just ruined my chances-…”

You blushed even harder, something you didn't even think was possible.

“...Why did I think that…? I just met this guy!”

Your brain felt like a battlezone as you took a deep breath in and out before sliding your hands off of your face, only to turn and see his face also littered with a splotchy redness that you couldn't deny was so cute.

Luckily your phone that you had placed in your jean pocket vibrated, breaking the awkward silence that felt like a crushing weight that you couldn't hold for much longer. You quickly fished it out, seeing a text from your roommate reading:

“I’m home and I brought breakfast if you want.”

You sighed and quickly typed a response before slipping your phone back in your pocket.

“I should go. My roommate just got home.”

You smiled shyly as he finished up his food and pushed the container to the side before clearing his throat.

“O-Oh, y-yeah yeah…of course…”

The air still felt awkward and tense, like there were words between the two of you going unsaid, either one of you too afraid to speak them aloud.

“I'll...just grab my stuff.”

He nodded and you walked back to his room to grab your bag, feeling a weird pressure in your chest that you couldn’t quite place.

You hauled the bag back to where he was now standing by the door, ready to see you out. You slowed to a stop in front of him, looking down at the floor and fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“So…um…thanks. For everything.”

You looked up at him with a soft shy smile and he turned away as soon as you made eye contact, his ears quickly beginning to burn up.

“O-Of course! I-I couldn't just leave you out there…”

You giggled softly and he turned back, chuckling along and scratching the back of his neck shyly.

“Hey…if you ever need a place to stay again for…whatever reason…I'll always welcome you here.”

Your smile grew at his words.

“Thank you, Minjae…” You said quietly, your eyes taking in his pretty features as you felt your hand almost unconsciously grab your phone from your pocket.

“If it's okay…can I get your number?” You felt the blush return to your cheeks again as his eyes slowly widened. “J-Just in case…” You quickly stuttered out as if trying to soften the flirty tension your own words created.

He nodded and carefully took your phone into his hands, you having opened up your contacts so he could add his in.

“...Just in case…” He repeated in almost a whisper, fighting a smile pulling at his lips.

After a few quiet seconds of him tapping at your phone screen, he handed it back, and you just stared for a moment at the contact screen reading 'Minjae', the sight making you smile for some reason.

“Well…” you put your phone back in your pocket and smiled at him, “I should get going…”

You slowly turned and opened the door, stepping into the much colder hallway compared to the warmth of standing next to him.

“S-See you lat-”

“W-Wait!” His hand suddenly came around and grasped the edge of the door just as you began closing it, pulling it back open enough for him to look you in the eyes. You just gazed up at him, wide eyed from being so caught off guard.

“...Are you…d-do you…” he stuttered and you blinked nervously, waiting for him to continue.

“D-Do you have a boyfriend?” When he finally got the words out, you felt your breath catch and your heart almost stop. You couldn't fight the immense heat immediately taking over your face, but you felt comfortable in knowing that his looked just about as red as yours.

The light that entered his eyes as you shook your head made you melt with how endearing he seemed, a wide smile he couldn't hide quickly overtaking his features.

“O-oh! W-Well…g-good to know!” He exclaimed almost a little too loudly, forcing you to stifle a giggle. “I-I'll see you later then, y/n…”

You nodded with a smile and he pushed the door closed, leaving you in a sort of daze in the hallway, staring a hole into his door.

“Uh…earth to y/n?” You were startled by a sudden voice behind you and turned to see your roommate poking her head out of your dorm room. “Woah, dude, are you okay? Your face is super red.”

You felt embarrassed and shy, but all of that was overtaken by the unfiltered joy and excitement overtaking your heart and mind.

“Mhmm…I'm awesome…”

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Sweet.

Hoodie x F Reader ~ (Short)

The worn out old garage with low yellow lit lights that would flicker every few minutes gave me a headache while wiping the old build up of blood that has now hardened on the many different tools owned by my neighbours. But In this very moment, the only thought I could think about was how my fingers would feel going through his hair. Would it easily slip through- Or would it get tangled up?

“ Y/N. “

“ Yes? ”

His commanding tone just made me more tense, if he could hear my thoughts it would be humiliating. But a part of me wishes he knew what I was thinking.

I’ve been working with Brian, or well ‘Hoodie’ for 2 years now. Ever since I’ve been recruited into the shit show. The operator found me in a vulnerable moment and took advantage of it. Made me another one of his minions, we all are aware that that’s what we are. But what els do we have to live for?

“ could you hand me a new cloth? “

His faded worn out yellow hoodie was tied around his waist while his mask remained on. His light brown hair was sticking out from the bottom back of his mask that would lift up whenever he moved too fast due to it not being put on properly.

“ Yeah. “

I reached down to grab a new cloth for him from underneath the bench I was cleaning tools on. As much as I hate cleaning duty, I never mind spending it with him. I held out the cloth for him to take.

“Thank’s Doll. “

Doll. Little pet names and nicknames he would throw around when talking, did he just do it to me? I’m not sure. I’ve over heard him talking to our other female Co workers. He would give them little pet names too when thanking them, I surely wasn’t special? And it angered me. But god, the affect those little names had on me. I bit my tongue when his fingers brushed against my hand as he took the cloth from my hand, I only returned a simple nod before continuing to clean.

He was a quiet man, only spoke when needing something or answering someone. He rarely made small talk, only people I’ve seen him have full conversations with were Tim and occasionally Toby and Jack. But mostly Tim. They both worked in pairs mostly, a perfect duo to pick for big assignments that needed to be done right.

A strong taste of Copper went over my taste buds, the edge of my tongue ruff and hot from the friction of my teeth. Unconsciously I kept biting my tongue without realising, I coughed out into my hand bothered by the unpleasant taste of my own blood in the moment.

Blood from my tongue was sprinkled onto my hand before I wiped it off on another cloth annoyed that I allowed that to happen.

“ Coughing blood? “

He questioned tossing a newly cleaned knife into a worn out box, reaching for the next bloodied up weapon to disinfect. His voice was monotone, but had a slight hint of curiosity in it. I cleared my throat from the copper taste.

“ Just bit my tongue. “

He chuckled, his voice low and deep. It made my heart rise suddenly, it made me nervous.

“ That hard? How? “

Now turning his head towards me, waiting for my response. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get a kick out of it; or was actually genuinely curious. I couldn’t read him at all.

“ accident. I’m okay, got too focused and didn’t realise- haha “

A moment of silence passed between us as he took his time to respond.

“ Focused on cleaning? That’s the first. “

Just as I thought the topic was dropped I heard the sound of tools being thumbed down as foot steps approached me. His arm rested onto my bench as he leaned towards me.

“ You sure you’re okay? “

No I wasn’t.

“ You’re always so quiet around me, why’s that? “

Me being quiet? No it’s you. He leaned closer, I felt the tickle of the warm taste of copper in my mouth leaked from my tongue as a drop escapes on my lips.

“ I’m not sure what you mean? “

I know what he means. Im a very chatty person, but when it comes to him. My words get caught in my throat. He lifts up his mask only revealing his mouth and nose, my eyes widen a bit surprised. This is the closest I’ve ever seen him without his mask on, it almost felt disrespectful to look- unconsciously I moved my head to the side avoiding to look at him.

His hand grips my chin forcing it towards him, his thumb moves over my bottom lip slowly smearing the blood all over his thumb before bringing up to his face. my blood on it. He sticks his tounge out and licks the blood clean off before smirking at me, all I could do was stare. The lower part of my body screaming while I gawked up to him like a god.

“ it’s sweet. “

He said before pulling his mask back down.

“ I see what you do. “ he moved away walking to the door

“ You’re not sneaky, Y/N. “

Looks like that wished came true, and now I’m not sure if I peed myself or if it was something else.

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Chapter 19- And Will We Know When the End is Near?

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: angst, fluff ish

Word Count: just over 1.9k

Warnings: AU typical events/threats/violence

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Sam

Monday, July 18th

The second Sam opens his eyes, fear crashes over him as he remembers he had fallen asleep more than 50 feet off the ground, with Danny’s arms still wrapped around him the only thing keeping him from falling. As he begins to panic, he feels Danny tighten his embrace, offering him some comfort as he’s quick to reassure him. “Hey, hey, hey, Sammy. It’s ok, you’re ok. I promised I wouldn’t let you fall.”

“Can we just- can we please get down now?” In his fear and panic, Sam had screwed his eyes shut, and the feeling only grows as he feels Danny shift behind him, not knowing what the other man was doing.

“Yeah, looks like the water’s cleared out, we should be safe now. Don’t move, I won’t let you fall, remember.” Sam only nods frantically as he feels Danny pull himself up behind him before quickly dropping to sit in front of him. “Take the weapons please.” Doing as he says, Sam keeps his eyes closed as he holds his hands out, gripping the branch below them with his legs until he feels Danny place the handles of each weapon into his hands. Danny says nothing as he guides Sam’s arms around his neck, only tapping his knee once to signal to him that he needed him to hold on with his legs too. Oh my god, how is climbing down worse than climbing up? This is it; this is how I die. I’m going to fall out of this goddamn tree and probably take Danny with me.

“Just breathe, Sammy. We’re almost to the bottom.” Embarrassment floods Sam as he realizes Danny must have felt the way his body tensed and his breaths became shallow and erratic, cursing himself silently for his fear. They’re suddenly jolted to a stop, causing Sam to feel nauseous as his grip around the other man becomes deadly, fearing that they were on the verge of falling out of the tree. “You can let go now, we’re back on the ground.” Sam’s eyes fly open at his gentle tone before he scrambles off Danny’s back, finally feeling at ease with both feet planted firmly on the ground as he takes deep, calming breaths. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I just- I just need a minute.”

“Take as long as you need.” Why is he- how is he so nice? Not only did he just drag my pathetic ass up and down a tree, but he isn’t rushing me when I know that we need to get going. Danny says nothing more as he waits patiently for Sam to calm down, his heart rate returning to normal and his breaths evening out as the minutes tick by.

“Ok, I’m good.”

“Want me to check your arm really quick?” The second Danny draws attention to it, Sam notices the feeling of the damp gauze still wrapped around his arm, the heavy, constant rain having made it impossible for it to dry overnight.

“Yeah, thanks.” As Sam offers his arm out to him, Danny brings his hands up before beginning to gently massage the sides of his forearm, searching for the smallest wince or hint that he was still hurt.

“All good?”

“Still a little sore, but not enough to need the splint.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” Danny narrows his eyes at Sam, waiting for him to crack and reveal that it was still hurting. When he doesn’t, Danny sets in on unwrapping the wet fabric until his arm is freed from it, his skin damp and uncomfortable in the cool air. “Where are we going next?”

“Listen, before we figure that out, I- I want you to know that I wasn’t hesitant to let you take it off because I don’t trust your word; that’s not it, I promise. I just don’t want you to push yourself and make it worse.” Even though Sam already knew this, the genuine look of sincerity on his face is enough to make his heart melt, an unfamiliar feeling of warmth filling him as he looks at Danny.

“I know, Danny. Don’t worry.”

“Ok, yeah, good. So, uh- where should we go next?”

“We could go back to the forest since we’re right on the edge anyway. I could eat, if you’re feeling up for hunting.”

“Sounds like a plan. I think I can find that little clearing we stayed in with Hazel, it has fresh water and it’s hidden.”

“Lead the way, Danny.” As they set off into the forest with Danny in the lead, Sam suddenly feels the weight of his damp clothes sticking to his skin, the sensation of it driving him mad as he considers shedding a few layers then and there. “After we fill our canteens, I might clean up in that little lake. Let my clothes dry a bit and just scrub the last week of my life off my skin. I feel disgusting.”

“Me too. I had hoped that that rain would help but it just made me feel worse.” At his words, Sam feels a ball of panic form in his stomach, realizing that both of them would more than likely be bathing at the same time. Fuck, what if it makes it weird between us? What if I accidentally look and he hates me? Or he gets angry and tries to attack me? He- he wouldn’t do that. Right?

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It only takes a few hours of hiking to arrive back at the clearing where they had spent their first night together, and relief floods Sam momentarily before he remembers all they needed to do before he could wash off. So much has changed between us, yet everything here is the same. It’s weird. They say nothing as they refill their canteens multiple times, emptying them almost as fast as they had filled them up when their dehydration finally catches up to them. Once he must have drunk enough, Danny’s attention is ripped to the waterfall as his eyebrows furrow, beginning to walk towards it with no explanation.

Sam’s quick to follow, trailing behind him and filled with a mix of confusion and amusement. “What’re you doing?”

“Just checking something. It looks like there’s a cave behind here, I could be wrong though.” As the sound of the waterfall grows louder, Sam figures it would be pointless to try and respond, knowing his words would go unheard over the roar of the water. Sure enough, as they climb over the large rocks at the sides of the waterfall, the rock opens up to reveal a medium-sized cavern, completely hidden in plain sight as the water cascades over its entrance. Sam follows Danny carefully, stepping over each boulder as the light dims.

“How did we not find this earlier?”

“Guess we just weren’t looking hard enough.” Danny drops his bag with a smile, laying his axe down to rest against it as he takes the bow off his back and checks his arrow supply with his free hand. “Stay here, I’ll go get us something to eat.”

“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go out there alone.”

“It weighs me down to carry my bag and axe around while trying to hunt, I need someone to stay with them. And your arm is still healing. I won’t be gone long, I promise.”

“My arm is just fine. Besides, we stayed here overnight and didn’t even know this cave was here, if anyone stumbles on the clearing, they won’t see it.” Panic spikes in Sam’s chest at just the thought of letting Danny go alone, a pit already beginning to form in his stomach as he worries something would go wrong.

“Please, Sam. It would make me feel better if I knew you were safe here. You can clean up and rest, I promise I’ll be back in no time.”

Despite everything in him screaming at Sam to not let him go alone, Danny flashes his best puppy dog eyes, his pleading expression crumbling every bit of reasoning Sam had thought of until finally, he gives in. “Fine. But if you aren’t back in two hours, I’m coming after you.”

“I’ll be back before then, I promise.”

Just as Danny turns to leave, Sam catches his wrist, causing the other man to look back at him as confusion twists his features. “And Danny, please- please stay safe.”

“I will, Sammy. I promise.”

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Danny had been gone for too long. Sam knew that it hadn’t been longer than two hours, but he still felt uneasy, as if something was wrong. You’re just overthinking. He’s fine. Nothing bad has happened to him. I- I pray that nothing bad has happened to him. I can’t lose him.

He had tried everything to take his mind off Danny as the seconds dragged on. He had cleaned himself off, scrubbed every surface of his body until he felt refreshed, even gave his clothes a little time to dry out. He had braided and re-braided his hair multiple times, just to keep himself busy; and the sight of his sapphire adorned hair tie gave him some comfort, knowing that Danny had the other. He had unpacked their bags, laying each clean rabbit pelt down to make sure they were as comfortable as possible when night fell. And finally, Sam had even cleaned off the pelts and bones that Danny hadn’t had a chance to wash yet, even though he hated scraping the remaining tendons and bodily scraps off.

That’s it, I don’t care that it hasn’t been two hours. I’m looking for him. Sam throws his still damp clothes on before he picks up his sword and leaves the cave quickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he makes his way through the clearing. A cannon boom in the distance stops him in his tracks, feeling as if his heart itself had stopped, his stomach dropping. A second boom snaps him out of his daze, causing him to break into a full sprint to get out of the clearing. Two cannons. One of them- what if one was for Danny. What if he stumbled across another tribute and they- they killed each other. Tears come to his eyes as he leaps over the vines and branches covering the forest floor, blurring his vision. He didn’t know where he was going, he just knew he needed to find him. He needed to find Danny. And he prayed that when he did, he would be safe. That the cannons had been a coincidence. That he wasn’t dead.

A flash of something shiny catches his eye, causing him to screech to a halt as he shoves his hand into the foliage to grab it. His panic only multiplies as he realizes what it was, a wave of nausea crashing over him as his mind spirals. Danny’s braid. It- it’s his hair, his braid, the hair tie I gave him. And it- it’s covered in blood. As his tears pour down his cheeks, he scours the ground for any other trace of him, terror clawing at his insides as he sees a trail of blood leading straight towards what appeared to be a small hill. He can’t get there fast enough as he races towards it, pushing the feeling of his lungs and legs burning in his exertion and panic to the back of his mind. As he darts up the crest of the hill, he finds a clearing at the top it, finally able to see where the end of the blood trail was.

In the center lay a large, male tribute, face down and covered in blood. And although he couldn’t yet see who or what was under him fully, a single hand and forearm could be seen peeking out from under him. Sam had never felt more dread as realization and recognition hits him. ­Danny- that’s Danny’s hand. And it- he’s- he’s covered in blood.

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A/N: Yes, that was a Dune quote; and yes, I wrote this ch before he used it in his posts caption

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[hlficlibrary]

Hello, I hope you're doing well!!

Can you recommend fics where Louis and Harry meet each other's families for the first time or just spend time with them? It can be fake/pretend relationship or established, but preferably with either no smut or bottom Harry, thanks!!

Hi, anon! I'm doing really well, and I hope you are, too! And also, you're very welcome! Here are some fics for you!

I Keep Looking For Magic by @lululawrence

Harry loves Christmas, but this year is special. After ten years of boyfriends all failing to ever meet Harry's family, Harry has a fiance to introduce and things are looking like they will be perfect.

Until they break up.

Harry cannot go home alone when he had promised to bring a significant other again. This leaves him with little choice but to find someone to pretend they are his fiance.

Surely nothing could go wrong with this plan.

like cranberries on a winter evening by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

Louis hates Christmas. With good reason, too. And no, he doesn’t want to talk about it.

When research for his next novel leads Louis to the website of a quirky little hotel in Northumberland, there is exactly one room available for the two weeks that Louis really wants to get away from his family.

Will the fairy lights, kind smiles, homemade pastries, and genuine friendships awaiting him in Harry Styles’ hotel be enough to cause Louis a change of heart?

Let Our Hearts Collide by @crinkle-eyed-boo

“Liam is in a coma.” “Yeah, we can see that,” the father says, throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the most depressing Christmas ever,” the blonde sister mutters. “His vital signs are strong,” Dr. Higgins assures them. “Brain waves are good–” “Brain waves?” the mother wails, taking Liam’s hand in hers. “Oh my God!” “How did this happen?” the father demands. “Um, he was pushed from the platform at the subway station,” Harry pipes up. The entire family turns to look at him, confused. Harry shrinks back, wishing he could have just kept his big mouth shut. “Who’s this?” the father asks, pointing at him. “Um, I’m Harry–” he starts. “He’s Liam’s fiancé!” Jade adds helpfully from where she stands by the door. Every jaw in the room drops, including Harry’s. Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What?

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

[lollaika]

Chapter 7 of The Agony is here!!!!

After half a year of difficulty finding the time and the creative energy to write, finally Chapter 7 is finished!! Featuring Season 4 happenings and Eddie's slow descent into a closer orbit around Steve. Excerpt below the readmore.

I am so happy with how it turned out and I want to thank @cuips-not-cute for all the support he gave me and all the effort he put in his drawings for this fic. I couldn't have done it without you, so from the bottom of my heart THANK YOU!!! <3

“You know you don’t have to do it. Give me that alibi, I mean.”

“I know.” Steve’s voice is flat. Two little words don’t allow for a lot of inflection, but there’s usually emphasis, anyway. Eddie had made a study of it, how many different ways you could say a word and have it change meaning because of it. He can’t read any meaning into Steve’s, though. Maybe tiredness.

“Then why do it?” He doesn’t know why he asks. Maybe the silence is getting to him, maybe he wants a distraction, maybe he just wants to listen to Steve more, to get him to talk as long as he needs to let out some kind of emotion.

“Because the best lie is telling a truth different from the one asked for. I thought you roleplaying types knew that.”

“Us roleplaying types. Right, cause we’re all the same.” He’s poking the bear, provoking, annoying. The coffee is still warm in his hands and the kitchen is cozy and well lit. Chrissy hovers in his thoughts.

“Yeah, you are. Kinda like us jocks are all the same.”

Eddie’s not used to being called out. He’s the oldest, the leader, undisputed, unfought. He thinks back to yesterday evening, to the last session of his Vecna campaign that by now seems to have happened months ago. Steve had made the same point then, too. Had said that it was Eddie reinforcing the stereotypes, keeping up the boundaries of artificial categorization into social cliques. He wasn’t wrong. It sucks to admit. But the memory reminds him that he hasn’t seen one of his new sheep for the last two days.

“What about Sinclair? If Henderson and Wheeler are involved in this, he’s involved, too, I guess?”

Steve nods. “Both of them,” he says. “Lucas got involved in ‘83 when it started, ‘cause you know Will went missing and the twerps couldn’t let it lie. And thank God they didn’t. I hate that they had to do it, but I shudder to think of what would have happened if they’d given up. We told him yesterday, and he’s chosen to stay with Jason, so he can make sure Jason doesn’t start doing stupid stuff, like going to search for a murderer he won’t find. And then Erica joined in ‘85 for the mall. Was in the Russian base with Dustin, Robin, and me. Great spatial memory retention. I wish I’d kept her out of it. Wish I’d kept Dustin out, too, but he’s the one who found the original transmission, so that would’ve been a lost cause.”

So, this is the way to get Steve to talk. Of course, it is. Even if Eddie had disbelieved the reports of a barbarian Steve Harrington – and shame on him for that – it had been plain from the way the kids talked about him that Steve genuinely loved them, each of them. Which is why Eddie does what he does best. He doubles down.

“God, I can imagine, he’s like a dog with a bone, that one. I’ve never met a child more insistent on getting their way than him.”

“Yeah,” there’s a soft little smile on Steve’s lips. Eddie wants to keep it there. “Only one who wins against him solo is Erica and that's because she’s a terror. Never ever make a deal with her, because she’s going to take you for all you’re worth and not feel a whit of guilt about it.”

“Awesome kids, though.”

“The best.”

There are deeper things they could talk about, more important things too, things that have accumulated between them in dried blood and corpses, in open wounds and broken spirits. But it’s just as warming as the coffee is, to see Steve open up a bit more, to see him light up from within, see his eyes start to shine, recalling memories with extreme fondness. Eddie doesn’t dare change the topic.

[odetodilfs]

Marcus makes you pancakes in the morning and gets distracted 💅

Breakfast in bed

I loved doing this request, I definitely need to write more Marcus ngl...

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x male!reader Warnings: Established relationship (marriage), completely SFW!!

You awoke to an empty bed, the sun was already shining through the window to the bottom of your bed, had you slept in? “Marcus?” you call out in a hoarse voice, definitely not enough to hear you from a distance, you grabbed the glass on the nightstand, the one Marcus always prepared for you every night, you drink it as the soothing feeling of the water wetting your throat washes over you, you call out again, but before you can do so the half closed bedroom door opens.

In came Marcus, holding a tray, smiling at you in that sweet way he always did, “Good morning love, what is this?” you asked, “Pancakes” he replied “for my beautiful husband” he walked closer to you, placing the tray next to you, “Oh my god sweetheart, thank you” you hugged him tightly, you loved this man so much,

“Sleep well?” he asked you, you loved how interested he was,

“Yeah, you?” “Same here, I just woke up super early so I made this” he smiled, with his kind , genuine and sweet smile, “Marcus…” you roped him in for a hug and kissed his beard lovingly, him obviously basking in the feeling.

“You should eat, they’re gonna get cold” he was blushing, you brought a pancake to your mouth with syrup and whipped cream and tasted it, delicious like always. 

“Mmmmm!!” you smiled as you savored the incredibly amazing tasting food, “Shit, Marcus, you outdo yourself with these pancakes every damn time!!” you kissed him fully on the lips, his tongue licking at some of the whipped cream that was on your lips, you both started eating your pancakes, planning your day, how it would go, what you’d do, “Can we play 1 reason each?” he suggested, it was a game you’d created on a stormy night, it was basically each you had to say something they loved about the other and the other would have to say to you what they love about you, and it had to be related to what you said, “Yes, yes we can” you laughed, “you start” “Hmmmm” he thought, “I love the way you never take off our ring, the way it’s almost like… like a part of your body” he smiled, holding your hand, “Aww, Marcus…” you heart melted as you simultaneously thought of something to match with what he said, you looked at your man, “I love that when you were about to give me the ring the box fell and you just said “Oh fuck sorry”, it was hilarious” you laughed, remembering the moment and taking another bite off the delicious pancakes. “I like the way you cook, something about it gives me thoughts about having seconds, but eh, I need to stay in shape” he jokes, “Well, I could say the same about someone else’s cooking” you signaled at the pancake and took another bite, “Ok fine, we both have a problem with cooking too well” he chuckled, he looked at you for a few seconds... “My sweet husband…” Marcus ran his hand down your torso, you knew how much he loved it when he called you his husband. That was how you spent your morning, saying things you loved about each other, kissing, cuddling, you will never get sick of this man.

[crazylittlejester]

ive finally decided. each slugcat that goes with each member of the chain

now i originally panicked thinking "oh fuck theres only 9 and inv would horribly mischaracterize whoever i threw them with because theyre basically just known as the dating sim one what do i do" (for context the dating sim is a feature added once you finish inv's campaign as a joke) but then i remembered the watchers existence so everything is great

oh yeah i threw the chart of them with each slugcat and the color i associate each one with at the bottom, and the slugcats themselves !! :)

Four is Monk because I just think it fits, a silly little guy, so why not?? (i secretly didnt know who would fit him and monk seemed like the best choice)

Hyrule is Survivor because Survivor is the sort of the mascot of Rainworlds AND everyone is based on their design, which is kinda what I see Hyrule as!!

Twilight is Hunter because Hunter's campaign is fairly hard,, atleast for a newgen ☹️ i got killed by like every monster and that reminded me how when i started playing twilight princess i gave up on the top of the castle because the birds kept killing me.

Wild is Gourmand because Gourmand can mix food and it gives him an extra food pip, which sorta relates to how Wild can cook food and its more hearts than the ingredients mixed in it are

Legend is Artificer because both are more closed off due to trauma of losing people they love </3 they could never make me hate you Artificer (shes been one of my favs since last year (i drew ship art of her and hunter to annoy my friend once as a joke even if the two characters NEVER MET and then i became an artificer fan LMAO))

Wind is Rivulet because.. well ive already yapped to you about this but Rivulet and Wind are kinda.. both already water related in their stories but also both care about the people they love!! Rivulet considers the character Looks to the Moon as their mom and their campaign is basically just helping her and Wind saves his sister in Wind Waker :3

Sky is Spearmaster because Spearmaster has a special ability of holding two spears, which i just think is cool and i was like "huh sky was kinda the one who helped forge the master sword (correct me if im wrong LMAO)" but also comes with a downside because.. Spearmaster cannot eat normally. they have to use the spikes they form from their tail to drain the nutrients out of creatures ☹️

Time is Saint for ACTUALLY THE PERFECT REASON???? basically once you reach karma 10 (im not 100% sure what karma even is but its earned through playing the game) you become a god and have the ability to kill everything with one hit (compared to before where you couldnt even pick up a spear) but when you ascend and end the campaign you end up in the same place as before, restarting the cycle.

Warriors is *checks notes.* thats? not a released character yet thats an upcoming DLC- who cares hes The Watcher/Nightcat because they technically arent canon outside of arena yet and haha thats like battling. hyrule warriors is battling mainly. see it matches it matches it fits its fits,,!! (ignore how their picture is their marketable plushie they have no canon illustration outside of arena icon yet)

NOBODY GETS INV.

heh... the yapping.. its over 🔥 i spent like 20 minutes on this. :3

tumblr please dont snack on this i hid a knife in it itll hurt☹️!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEYRE ALL SO FUNKY LOOKIN THANKS FOR INCLUDING THE IMAGES. IM FUCKIN OBSESSED WITH THEM

i genuinely appreciate the amount of time you put into this dude, i may not really understand all of it but I’m absolutely fucking eating it up

[drizzledrawings]

hi friend

ive been following you for a good couple years now & have always loved your art! but i was completely unfamiliar with red dead this whole time, ive just been kinda watching from the sidelines like 'idk much but by god does drizzled love arthur morgan from that cowboy game, good for them!'

... WELL. IVE FINALLY PLAYED THE GAME. AND FINISHED IT. AND BY GOD DO I GET IT NOW!!!!! 😭😭

like the emotions this game has put me through. is STILL putting me through. the way i cannot stop thinking about it. the brainrot is real.

so yeah, no pressure to respond to this lol but i just wanted to say a quick thank you for introducing me to this game & these characters bc i genuinely had such a good time :') cant wait to go back through your work & appreciate it even more now <3

AHHHHHHHHHH this is so so so sweet omg :,) thank you from the bottom of my heart

Welcome to the cowboy game illness it’s chronic! I’m so glad you decided to give the game a try!!! It very genuinely changed the way I look at life and it’s awesome that my art has influenced people to play the game!!

[madameaug]

Happy Weight || JJK x OC

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

WC: 577

Context: Jennette and Jungkook have been together for over two years. Naturally, when you are around someone you are comfortable with, it's expected to gain some weight. Happy, relationship weight.

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Jennette turned her body to examine her behind, not in a boastful ego-stroking manner, but in one of confliction. As a black woman, she naturally had curves. The beauty standard within the black community praised voluptuous curves. The Coke bottle shape with minimal weight was recorded on the scale.

It was the same curves she genetically had. Nothing that caught unnecessary glimpses. Depending on the bottoms she wore, she could hide her figure. Even in her baggy sweatpants, her behind protruded further from her back. The same deposit of fat was now in her midsection. She rubbed her stomach, gently lifting her stomach. Peach-colored stretch marks across her pelvis creeping up her love handles. Mini rolls stacked upon each other. Lowering her shirt back down, she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking at her new body.

She could track down the moment she started the noticeable weight gain. Three weeks later, she moved into Jungkook's place. The next big step in their relationship. The once-in-a-while food rendezvous turned into a daily ritual. Jungkook's Korean dishes and Jennette's soul food knowledge. Their meals often were less than healthy but packed plenty of flavor. Savory smells linger in the kitchen every night. And every night, they ate better than the last.

A familiar scent of kimchi led Jennette to the kitchen. Jungkook rhythmically shook his hips as he prepped another side dish. He was humming an R&B classic 'Bust the Windows' by Jazmine Sullivan.

Jennette playfully grabbed a handful of Jungkook's surprisingly heavy ass cheek.

"Damn baby, you got a wagon." Jennette deepened her voice, imitating a thirsty man.

"I'm getting thick. Three C's." Jungkook laughed, continuing his cooking. "Just like you."

A brief frown coated Jennette's lips. Was her weight gain that apparent?

Jungkook served kimchi and beef skewers on the plate. Steaming waving above the meal. Jungkook blessed the food before taking a bit into her hard work. He moaned in satisfaction at the taste. For a brief moment, he paused, eating to look at Jennette.

She pushed the kimchi around her plate.

"Is it not up to your liking?"

"It's good." Is what Jennette said, but not what she wanted to say.

"Eat up then."

As told, Jennette took a few bites, but truthfully her appetite wasn't present anymore. Dinner was awfully silent. That was until Jennette spoke her question.

"Jungkook, have I gotten fat?"

Any good boyfriend would know that this was a dangerous question to be asked. A question that could very easily instill insecurity within one's partner. Unsure of how to answer, Jungkook went with his gut.

"No."

"Really? You don't notice the extra weight I've put on?"

"We've both gotten chunky. But it's just happy weight."

"Happy weight?"

"Yeah, happy weight." Jungkook shrugged carelessly.

"So you don't care about the ten pounds you've gained?" Jennette genuinely asked. She couldn't be surprised though. Jungkook's profession prepared huskier men who had muscle definition.

"I'm not losing sleep over it. Are you?"

"A little."

"We can work together if that's what you want. You know I've always wanted to bring you to my gym."

"Thanks, bug. I'll think about it."

The rest of the night continued in a light-hearted fashion. Jungkook lay in bed with Jennette pressed alongside him. He stroked Jennette's thigh.

"Don't lose all this 'happy weight' and then be unhappy with me."

Jennette laughed, reassuring Jungkook.

"I'll keep some of the weight and all the happiness. How about that?"

"Sounds perfect."

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A/N: Jungkook and that shirtless gym picture....

He makes it harder not to be delusional.

Likeeeeeeeee omggggg

He's so fine, my God!

ruff ruff woof bark bark

A/N: I also think happy weight is so cute

Whether couples are gaining weight together or losing weight its adorable to me :)