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City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 21

CW: discussions of mental health and past temporary character death Masterpost

“Hey Dandelion, do you have everything?” Dick asked as he peered into Danny’s room— or the room that Danny had been using since they moved to this safe house.

Now that they were moving to the Manor, Danny would be getting his actual room with the rest of them in the family wing. For those that had moved out, the Manor wasn’t their only home, but it was still home and their room was still their room. Or at least for Dick and Cass. Jason… Dick knew that it was still harder for Jason.

Thinking about it now, Dick didn’t know if he’d actually ever seen Jason actually sleep in his childhood room again. Jason was always up first, helping Alfred in the kitchen on the rare nights that he stayed over. Once Dick had fond Jason still asleep in the library, book still in hand. Maybe it was something to change. Maybe it could change, now that Danny was there to bring up the conversation.

“Danny?”

“Sorry,” Danny said with a slightly water smile. His little brother was clutching his blue bear, as he almost always was these last few days. “I, um, yeah, I think I have everything.”

Dick sat down on the edge of the bed next to Danny. “But?”

“But?” Danny repeated. His brows crunched up adorably.

Dick leaned over to bump their shoulders together. “But you don’t seem happy. If this is all too soon, we can delay.”

Danny gave a little, unhappy snort. “You all keep delaying for me. I didn’t want to meet Bruce so you kept him away. I didn’t want to tell you things and you all still haven’t made me.”

“We want you to be comfortable and feel safe.”

“I do,” Danny insisted. “I have and I… and I still ran, didn’t I? I was safe and cared for and I ran. And now I don’t want to leave here. That’s so stupid of me!”

“It’s not—”

“It is!” The words seemed to choke Danny. “It is. I trust you! I trust you and Hood and B.B. and I… I still can’t! I want to tell you, but I still can’t…”

Dick wrapped Danny up in his arms, pulling his brother tight against his chest and cradling Danny there as he sobbed. There had been a lot of tears in the last few days, and Dick knew that there would be many more. He didn’t try to shush Danny, just kept him held close until the tears ran out.

“Sorry,” Danny mumbled against Dick’s damp shirt.

Dick took a moment to think of his words. “This family is bad about trauma, which isn’t great because we have a lot of it. But we all know it. And… and you can feel completely safe and still have part of you that’s terrified because of the trauma. That if you speak it or face it or acknowledge it the trauma will suddenly have so much power over you and… and all the worst things that you fear in the dark quiet of the night will be true. It makes you fear that the same people you’re safe with and love you will look at you differently or blame you. And… um…”

He needed a moment to breathe, face buried against Danny’s dark locks, as his own monsters reared up. “And there are people who might. But not… not us. We have been through so much as a family and no mater what we’re still family. And you’re part of that too now, Danny. So it’s okay to be scared or sad or not tell us things, but none of that changes that you’re family. If we argue or get annoyed or cry we’re still family. So don’t be sorry. Please, don’t be sorry for any of it because I don’t want you to be sorry for being family, okay?”

“Okay,” Danny said, breath choked but words still sure. “Okay.”

Dick carded gentle fingers through Danny’s hair. “Look at it this way, you’ve already tamed Damian. That’s a big step in this family.”

Danny’s snort of laughter was slightly lost with the way his was still buried against Dick’s chest. “I don’t think Damian can ever be tamed. He’s like one of those… whatchamacalls it. Those tiny desert cats with the highest kill ratios for predators. Small and kitten shaped but still very wild.”

“Yeah, okay, maybe you’re right. Adorable and stabby is pretty accurate,” Dick agreed. “But it’s going better than it did with Tim! You should ask him about it— actually, you know what, don’t. Don’t ask about it. Water under the bridge. Bloody, bloody water.”

“…what?”

“Yep, never mind! Okay. Let’s double check you have everything,” Dick said, hauling them both bodily to their feet.

When in doubt, distract.

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Alfred was struck silent when he opened the door. That was not something that happened often and in fact his sharp tongue was something that Alfred prided himself on. But in that moment, he was without words.

Young Daniel looked so distinctly like Bruce at that age, down to the haunted look of desperate hope waging battle against a highly rational mind, that Alfred was thrown back into times past. Back then, even half a decade after past Thomas and Martha’s death, Alfred still had no idea how to handle a child. At least now he had more of an idea.

“Welcome home, Master Danny,” Alfred said and stepped aside to let the newest Wayne enter the Manor.

Master Dick and Master Jason flanked the boy like towering honor guards.

“I am Alfred Pennyworth, and you may call me Alfred, or Alfie if you must. Master Jason certainly seems to prefer it,” Alfred said with a fond look Jason’s way. “If there is anything you need, at any time of day or night, to feel more comfortable here you simply need to ask me. It is my duty and honor to serve this family, which very much includes you.”

“I— ah, thank you, Alfred,” Danny said softly. He was quiet in a different way than young Bruce had been and the Bristol accent was almost shockingly absent, even though Alfred had known it wouldn’t be present.

“Of course. Now, lunch is in about an hour. I thought perhaps you might like to settle into your room a little before the meal,” Alfred said and turned slightly towards the stairs.

Danny obediently fell into step. That behavior was much more like Tim’s had been when he first arrived. Alfred tucked that thought away with the rest.

“You are in the family wing, of course. Master Bruce, Master Duke, and Master Damian are the other permanent residents of the manor. While the others still have their rooms, they come and go,” Alfred explained as they made their way to and up the stairs. “We have put together a room that we hope will be suitable for you, but anything that isn’t to your liking, we can easily change it.”

“We’ll go shopping in a few days too,” Dick said. “We can grab some things then that you might like for the walls and desk.”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Danny said quickly.

“Fine’s not the goal, kid,” Jason said. “The goal is to make this home.”

Danny was silent in response to that. Alfred made another mental note to check in with Danny about the room a few times and possibly even to suggest items.

“Master Bruce’s room is at the end of the hall,” Alfred explained when they reached the top of the stairs. “Master Dick’s on the left and Master Jason’s on the right of it. This way we have Master Tim’s and Miss Stephanie’s. While she is not family, there have been enough nights she has stayed over to warrant the space. Miss Cass’, Master Damian’s, Master Duke’s next and this is yours, Master Danny.”

Alfred opened the door to the room with a little bow. As with every room in the manor, it was fitted with a bed, two side tables, a dresser, and a credenza all in the same dark wood. There had thankfully been enough time to paint the walls a two tone blue and bring a desk from one of the other rooms. The star project sat on the desk next to the basic supplies and an air diffuser. Already the room smelled softly of sandalwood. The bed was dressed in blues and creams with an extra, luxuriously soft blue blanket draped across the foot of the bed.

Danny stepped into the room almost cautiously.

Alfred moved back to give Danny room and took an even breath. Danny would settle with time.

“Lunch in an hour,” Alfred reminded the trio of Wayne boys as he took his exit. He’d best made sure that Danny’s first meal here was a fine one. After all, this would be home.

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Dick entered the library quietly. He might be there to actively disturb Jason, but he didn’t have to be rude about it. Besides, it was nice to see Jason settled in an armchair, curled up slightly around a book. It was easy to see the little kid that Jason used to be like this.

(Dick made himself shake that vision away.)

“So,” Dick started as he settled in, arms crossed, against the back of the armchair across from Jason, “Danny’s first day in the manor seemed to go alright.”

Jason looked up from the book with a soft frown. “Yeah. We’ll see how tonight goes. Worried about nightmares for him. Just since it’s a new place and all.”

“I could see that happening,” Dick agreed. “Luckily we’ll all be close up upstairs if he does have one. You and me will just have to work not to run into each other as we bust out of our rooms.”

Jason’s fingers scrapped lightly against the pages of the book as he fanned them, gaze away from Dick and uneasy.

“Jason—”

“What did you mean about hallucinating?”

Dick’s intended question crashed to a halt against the roof of his mouth as he snapped it closed. What? When had he said…

“Um,” Dick cleared his throat to get rid of the lingering pile up. “What now?”

“When Danny ran, after your panic attack you said you were good, you weren’t at ‘the hallucinating stage yet’.” Jason looked up, pining Dick with that forever green tinted gaze. “What did that mean, Dick?”

It was Dick’s turn to look away as he scrambled to make a new plan of how to approach this. He’d never… how he was after Jason’s death, how it had broken him… that wasn’t something Dick ever wanted to burden Jason with. Bruce’s own lapse of sanity, Tim ending up in the Robin suit, Dick knew how those things weighed on Jason. As if it had been Jason’s fault he died. Dick breathed out a slow, measured breath. Guess there was no avoiding it now.

But Dick wasn’t going to let that information go without using some of it to his own favor. “Fine, I’ll explain but you have to stay and talk through the question I have for you too, deal?”

Jason took a silent moment. “…yeah, fine, deal.”

“Okay. Right. Um…” Dick rubbed his hands together, then circled the armchair and sat lightly down on the edge of the too soft cushion. Had the rich green fabric always been so itchy? “So, it’s nothing major, really, just that I have, before— at just one period actually— when I really stressed and too emotional about things, maybe had some hallucinations. But! But, I knew h—they were hallucinations and not real. It wasn’t like I was listening to the voice telling me to do anything or following after someone who didn’t exist or anything! It was— I dealt with it. It was fine. It hasn’t happened in a long time now.”

“You were hallucinating.”

“Yes.”

“A person.”

“Yes.”

“You could see them and hear them? Jesus, Dick,” Jason said, abandoning his book to rub at his face. “How bad was it? Did they talk back? Did you talk back? Did—”

“Yes! Okay, yes!” Dick exploded out of his chair. “Yes I could hear them. Yes I could see them! Yes he could talk back! Yes I talked back to him! Of course I talked back to him. You… you were gone, little wing. You were gone and I didn’t think— who could have thought you’d come back? You were gone and I know… I know he wasn’t real. I know he wasn’t you, but how I was I going to turn away any chance to talk to you when you were gone? Even when it was just… just my mind being cruel.”

“Me? You were— Dick, you were seeing me?”

The armchair cushioned Dick’s heavy fall back into it.

He shrugged.

What could he say to that? What could he say other than another torn ‘yes’?

“Jesus fucking… Dick.” Jason sounded torn.

Dick didn’t want to look up to see his brother’s expression.

Apparently Jason wasn’t having that because a moment later he was crouched in front of Dick, forcing himself into Dicks view.

“It’s not your fault,” Dick said quickly. Even as Jason’s large, calloused hand came to rest on his cheek Dick kept talking. The words needed to come out. “I just handled coming back from space and the mission to the… to the news badly. And Bruce was in a state. He’d ripped down every photo of you like just seeing your presence would break him and I think it would have! I know you— I know there are issues with you two and I’m not invalidating that, but he was so close to breaking and I was just angry about it all. And then Alfred put up that damn suit in that case like that and all I could— all I could see was the little brother that I’d never gotten to show how happy I was to have… and then I did see you. In a way. It just…”

Dick didn’t realize he was crying until Jason’s thumb wiped a tear away.

“Okay.” Jason took a deep breath. “Okay, so I’m going to need you to repeat part of that.”

“Bruce? Or that I’m sorry? Or—”

“Alfred. Alfred put the suit on display?”

Dick blinked, scattering more tears he ignored. “Yes? Did you— you didn’t know that? Did you think it was— No. Bruce couldn’t even handle seeing a photo of you! I thought Alfred putting that case in the Cave was going to kill Bruce. Drive him to finally let himself be killed like Tim said he was trying to do.”

“Right, fuck that. I’m going down and—” Jason started to stand and then took a knee again quickly and clasped Dick’s face on both sides. “No. No, first, if you ever and I mean fucking ever get to the point of hallucinating like that again you come to me or call me or anything. Do you hear me, big bird? If it gets bad or you think it will you come to me. I’m your little brother. You come to me.”

For a moment, Dick let himself close his eyes. He let himself close his eyes and breathe and take comfort in his little brother being there. “Promise.”

“Okay. Now, I’m going to go smash a case.”

Dick reached out and caught Jason’s hand. “Wait, you owe me an answer.”

“Dick.”

“You said you would! And I promise after we’ll go smash that fucking case together, okay? I’ve always hated it. But a deal is a deal.”

Jason basically deflated as he sat down on the floor at Dick’s feet. He rubbed a hand across his face. Dick felt bad, but he had bared his own soul and payment was due.

“Jay, have you ever slept in your room? Since you’ve been back, I mean. Since you’ve been back, have you ever actually slept a night in your room here?”

There was a long moment of silence where deal or no, Dick didn’t know if Jason was going to answer. Then—

“I can’t, Dick. It’s just— have you seen it? Nothing’s changed! It belongs to a dead kid and I just can’t. I can’t be him anymore.”

“Okay. Tomorrow I’ll clean it out for you.”

Jason’s head snapped to look up at Dick.

Dick shrugged. “This is your home too. Tomorrow I’ll clean it out. I can put it in a bunch of boxes and label it all or—”

“Toss it,” Jason spat and then quickly amended in a softer voice, “Not the books, leave those. And I guess… pack up and notebooks you find and stash them somewhere. You can… if there’s clothing Danny or Damian might like, give it to them. But the rest… toss the rest.”

“Okay, I can do that. And when I take Danny out in a few days you can come too and we’ll out some new things for your room too.”

“Dick,” Jason started, a clear protest. And then he sighed like all the air was let out of him. “Okay. But just like sheets and stuff.”

“Sure,” Dick agreed easily and with a too innocent smile. Before Jason could question it, Dick escaped sideways from the chair. “Now come on, we have a case to smash.”

Jason scrambled up from the floor. “We’re burning the suit after.”

“Of course we are. We’ll torch it on your grave.”

--- AN: Well this was a very dramatic section! Who knew that adding Danny to the family would help the rest of them deal with things! And yep, it's canon that the case with Jason's suit and that damn plaque are Alfred's doing, not Bruce's.

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[writingroom21]

Our Secret

Pairing: Stepdad!Rafe x stepdaughter!Reader

Summary: This is a part 2 of this story

Warinings:18+, smut, nipple play, fingering, p in v, pregnancy sex, unprotected sex, (let me know if I missed any)

Wc: 1.9K

“Shouldn’t be in here. The fumes aren’t good for the baby.”

You stand in the middle of the nursery looking at the powder blue walls Rafe just got done painting. The furniture is piled on one side that's already dry keeping it from the wet paint. “I just wanted to see how it was looking.” Looking around you envision how you are going to decorate the walls. You want the theme to be Alice in Wonderland so one of your friends is going to paint a mural on the wall. Rafe said he was going to do it but you don’t think he has the artistic skills for that.

He’s been really big on giving you anything and everything that you want. You’re seven months pregnant and about to reach your eighth month. It’s been a wild couple of months since you found out. The two of you were so happy living in a bubble until you had to tell your mom. She was pissed off with you, calling you every name under the sun. “Do you really not know the dad? How stupid can you be?” You know it was due to her wanting a better life than she had. Your dad had left as soon as you came into the picture and here you are repeating history.

Well at least in her eyes you are.

Rafe was the voice of reason, convincing your mom that they needed to help you out. Then a week after that conversation he was clearing out the room next to yours for the nursery. Your mom found it sweet how much Rafe wanted to help you. Even going as far as joking that he should just be dad when the baby comes. You had all laughed brushing it under the rug but you and Rafe shared a look. It was so brief that your mom didn’t think anything of it but you two knew you had to be careful.

Which wasn’t really hard since she was still traveling for work. She was gone weeks on end allowing you two to be alone. You’ve even moved into the master bedroom with him and she never noticed. The only time you were in your room was when she was here. You know things have not been going smoothly with them. Sometimes you can hear them arguing when they think you aren’t around.

“Why are you always defending her? She should find her own place.” You sat on the daybed in the backyard listening to them through the open windows. Your mom had just gotten back from another work trip to find the house littered with baby things. Rafe had just taken you shopping so everything was a mess. “She’s pregnant, I'm not kicking her out. You’re barely here anyway so why should it matter.” 

Their voices carry outside filling your ears. You feel bad for causing so many problems, maybe you and Rafe should stop. It wouldn’t be that bad to just end it here. The lie tasted foul. You know if this ever ended it would break you but you could live with it. “I’m working Rafe, what do you want me to do? Just because you would rather have fun than work doesn’t mean I want to.” There was her go to line. She’s older than Rafe by ten years and always throws it back in his face. Always reminding him that she has more experience in life.

“No, I want a wife that’s here and to have a family. Not a wife that thinks I’m too stupid to notice her sleeping around. Next time you have a work trip make sure your company is aware of it.” There was complete silence after his words rang in the air. You sat up from the chair looking at the bedroom window. You can see them standing there just as your mom slapped him across the face. “Maybe I was tired of having a husband who couldn’t meet my needs.” Rafe just laughed. “Hard to meet them when half of the world already had a chance.”

You haven’t seen her since. She came down telling you she had to go back for work and never came back. Rafe refused to talk about it stating there wasn’t anything to worry about. But you can’t help but to feel like this is all your fault. “What are you thinking about?” Rafe’s arms wrap around your waist, his hands spreading across your bump. He’s been so affectionate, making you feel so loved. “Do you ever feel bad? Like about what we are doing to my mom.” Slowly he turns to face him. “No. Do you?”

You go to speak but footsteps in the hallway catch both your attention. “Rafe?” Your moms voice echos. The two of you detach yourselves and stare at the door when she emerges. “Wow this looks nice.” She looks at the paint stains on his shirt. Her eyes pinch together, looking between the two of you. “You painted the room? Should have just hired someone.” Rafe clears his throat, shrugging as he looks around. “Thought it would be nice. Plus I don't need this one going crazy on the workers.” You slap his arm, offended at his accusation. “I’m not that bad.”

Your mom just watches the two of you interact, nodding her head along. Sucking her teeth she grabs your attention again. “Well I’m glad to see the two of you getting along. I’m going to go unpack.” Rafe’s head snaps over to her, his feet following her retreating body. “What do you mean?” She grabs the bag she left by the master bedroom and enters. You watch from the hallway as Rafe follows. “Well I decided I should be here since the due date is getting closer. She’s going to need me.” Not wanting to hear more, you just lock yourself in your room for the rest of the night.

The routine follows for the next few weeks. Your mom seems to never leave the house anymore. Usually Rafe goes to your appointments with you but when he mentioned it last night your mom jumped at the opportunity. “Don’t stress yourself with something that doesn’t concern you. I’ll bring her, I want to see my grandbaby.” You tried to go by yourself but she wouldn’t let you. The car ride and waiting room were awkward since she wouldn’t speak to you. You mentioned things about the baby and your life but she didn’t seem interested. 

“No dad today? We’ll make him an extra copy to have.” Your obgyn says as she walks in the room. You froze in your spot, looking at your mom who didn’t react at all. “Oh no, that's my husband. He’s been helping her out while I was gone.” The doctor looks between the two of you. Her eyes are suspicious and you can tell the moment that it clicked. “Gee my sincere apology. I just assumed.” The rest of the appointment was okay. The baby was looking good and you were excited to hear their little heartbeat. 

When you had gotten home she went straight to the kitchen grabbing some wine before disappearing to her room. You waited a few moments before sneaking your way to Rafe’s office. “Hi baby.” He looked up, leaning back in his chair as he smiled at you. Rounding the desk you sit on the edge in front of him. “Hi sweetie. How’s our little princess doing?” His fingers brush against your bump, catching the blunt end of a kick. “Think she’s going to be a soccer star with that leg of hers.” You giggle, pulling out a copy of the ultrasound. Rafe takes it and places it next to the frame with your first one. He’s been collecting each one and displaying them on his desk. 

“Everything is good. Just need to get through these last few weeks and she’ll be here.” Dragging his chair close, Rafe traps himself between your thighs. His fingers make their way down to the hem of your dress, finding their way under the fabric. “That’s good. Can’t wait to hold our baby girl.” He places a kiss on your bump at the same time his fingers find the soaked material of your panties. “And how’s my baby doing, hm? Been missing her.”

Since your moms been back the two of you haven’t been with each other. Going to fucking each other’s brains out to not getting to touch each other has been torture. “I’ve missed you too.” When they say pregnancy makes you super horny they aren’t wrong. You were jumping his bones any chance you got. Not being able to get that fix has you winded up to the point his fingers slide right in. Rafe stares intently at your face, looking at how pleasure consumes you as his fingers play you like a violin.

Pulling the top of your dress he frees your breast, tugging at your nipples harshly. Since being pregnant your breasts have been extra sensitive. You could probably get off just from him playing with them. Standing he takes one of them in his mouth, sucking at the pebbled nipple. He takes his time, taking his finger out to play with your clit just to slide them back in. Moving to the other nipple he bites down on it. A moan slips from your lips, maybe a little too loud but you don’t care. “Hear how wet you are? Bet you’re soaking my desk right now.”

Straining your ears you can hear the squelch your pussy makes every time he pushes his fingers back in. You clench around them, a hand finding his shoulder to stable yourself. “You gonna drench me baby? I know you want to.” He attaches to your nipple again, his free hand finding the other to pinch. He keeps the actions going. Sucking and pinching on your nipples as he fucks you with his fingers. The pressure in your lower stomach gets more intense and you feel like you are going to explode. All of a sudden you are gushing everywhere, moans filling the room as you come down from the feeling.

“Fuck. How come you’ve never done that before? Would have had you do that for me all the time if I knew.” He kisses your lips and rubs your legs to soothe you. “Mmm never knew either.” He helps you down and tells you to go take a shower. Looking at him and his desk you can see how much you actually squirted. His papers were all wet and his shirt was soaked. You apologized but he didn’t want to hear it since he thought it was hot. Leaving the room you don’t notice how the previously closed door was left open. “Maybe I was tired of having a wife who I didn’t love.” He threw her words back at her. 

Huffing your mom grabs her things, grabbing her phone to text someone. “You know what? The two of you can go together, I don’t need this.” Getting something from her bag she walks to the island and throws a stack of papers on it. “Those better be signed by the end of the week.” She walks out the house, leaving the divorce papers staring back at you. Rafe picks them up with a smile. “Looks like I’ll be a free man. It’s just us now sweetie.”

There’s a sound of water hitting something. Rafe looks over his shoulder at you noticing the far away look you have. “Hey it’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out together.” He goes to comfort you but slips. Looking down he sees that the floor is wet. “What the fuck?” 

“I think my water just broke.”

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“Come on sweetie, give me one more. Just one and we can be done.” Rafe breathe’s out as he thrusts into you. A whine leaves your lips as you claw at his shoulders. Your mom had gone on a “girls trip" with her friends, leaving you two alone. Rafe didn’t waste a moment dragging you into every room in the house. Which is why you are leaning over the kitchen counter with him behind you. 

“I can’t.” You moan out. One of his hands gathers your hair, pulling your head up slightly. “Told you if you wore that dress you’d regret it. Don’t whine now because you got exactly what you asked for.” He’s made you cum four times by now. The two of you have been at it for a while at this point and he can’t seem to stop. First he needed you squirting all over him. Then he needed to taste you as you cum. It was just a never ending cycle leading you back to him pounding the life out of you. Not to mention he’s excusing it as helping you induce labor since your already past your due date.

Your skin lights on fire as his fingers dance along it. Everything is just overwhelming and you’re so close. “Come on mama.” He twists a nipple causing the flood gates to open. You slump over the counter as you moan. Soon the feeling of a rushing warmth fills you letting you know that Rafe just cummed. Slowly he pulls out, lifting your dress and spreading your ass cheeks to watch his cum drip out of you. “Fuck sweet heart. Look great with my cum seeping out of you.”

“What the fuck.” The sound of a voice and things hitting the floor causes the two of you to look up. Your mom stands in the doorway staring at the scene in front of her. “Mom I ca-” “Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear it.” Rafe covers you up, tucking himself back into his pants. “Don’t ever talk to her like that again. Be mad at me all you want but you won’t speak to her like that in my house.” There’s a shocked look on her face, not expecting Rafe to speak back to her. “Seriously, could have been anyone else. Why my kid?” 

He laughs at her audacity. “You lost all room to talk when you were sneaking off at our wedding reception to screw your boss. What was it that you said ‘can’t help who you fall for’.” He places a hand on your shoulder bringing you to his side.

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Eldritch!König X Princess! Reader

The reader is a stubborn princess with a childish personality, she is considered a treasure by the king, loved and pampered, however because she was imprisoned in the castle for too long and learned too many royal rules and rituals, she decided to escape to leave the castle and on her journey of discovery, she accidentally strayed into the forbidden sea of the kingdom... if you don't mind, there is rape

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Eldritch!König x Princess (fem)

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🚫!Trigger Warning!🚫

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>cw: fem/afab, creature, tentacles, non-con, virginity loss

1.6k word count

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Being the eldest daughter to the King means a lot of responsibilities are placed on your shoulders, one day this will all be yours. The sad thing is that you want none of it. You’d love to be free, like the children in the town outside the castle walls.

Every day is consumed with boring lessons and practice. While your body may be here, your mind wanders often to what lies beyond your gilded cage. The King is a kind but overprotective man. He tells you continuously about a scary world filled with evil, yet all you can find is magic in the stories you’re told.

Today is like every other day. While sitting at the piano, you mindlessly press on keys as you stare out the open windows. It is a beautiful and bright day; the sound of the birds carrying through the light breeze makes you crave only a moment outside. You smash your hands down on the keys with annoyance. It’s as if the world is teasing you.

The staff around looks at your out the corner of their eyes, rolling them. You often act out as if you’re a child, yet you’re in your twenties already. What more should they expect from such a spoiled brat? They fear the day your queen; you’re nowhere near ready for that type of responsibilities.

Lucky for them, they won’t have to worry about that. You don’t plan on being here for much longer. Over the last few months, you’ve been putting together an escape plan. Armed with the knowledge of lore spoken and countless hours of studying; you’re ready to make a new path for yourself. The thought of being a Queen has never appealed to you, you’ve always dreamed of living like a daring adventurer. Someone not bound to the confines of their overbearing parents.

You wander down into the kitchen to see a room of busy bee workers preparing dinner. Some look at you, but choose to ignore you as to not get wrapped up into any of your wild antics. Walking over to a bowls of freshly picked blueberries, you grab a handful and twirls innocently towards the door. As you scan the room, you notice that no one is looking at you. Perfect.

The door opens with a bit of weight applied. You quickly slip out the door without anyone noticing. The kitchen faces the woods; with only a bag with money and some food you begin your new journey.

Your feet carry you eagerly through the brush and into the woods; your escape is almost too easy. For a moment you turn to look at the castle for one last time, letting yourself commit the view to memory. You don’t know when you’ll be back again and it’s bitter sweet. Once you feel as if you’re ready to move on, you turn with no intentions of running back a scared little girl.

Hours of walking tire you quickly. You never figured that the ground might be difficult to walk on, meaning you haven’t made it as far as you planned to before sun down. Off in the distance you can hear the sound of waves crashing, piquing your interest. All these years and you’ve never seen the ocean before, it’s always been a dream.

The sun setting causes a stunning golden hue to cover the water, making it feel as if you’ve just stumbled into heaven on earth. You quickly remove your shoes, eager to feel the sand between your toes. As you rush forward, the warm sand is relaxing. The small worry that lingered in the back of your mind is completely forgotten as you become entranced by the crashing waves.

You approach the shore line allowing the cool water to wash over your feet. It’s such a welcoming feeling, it’s impossible to believe that your father said this world is evil. How can it be evil when such beauty exists? You sit, your dress gets wet but you don’t care. Minutes pass as the sun continues to set. Out of the corner of your eye, you see something poke out of the water.

König sees you; you’re new. His eyes drift over the royal purple dress that you’re wearing. A princess? In this part of the world? How did you ever get here? Either way, he wasn’t going to complain. It’s as if the universe just hand delivered a new toy to him. He watches you curiously as you simply…enjoy the view.

You lay back, closing your eyes with a big smile on your face. Day one of freedom and you’re already confident that you’ve made the right decision. Then, you feel the presence of something- someone- approaching you. When you open your eyes, you see a large man looking down at you. His eyes a pale blue, body nude other than a piece of fabric covering his face. From underneath the fabric, eight large purple toned tentacles move about.

There is a moment of just staring at him with a slack jaw. He’s a massive eight feet tall, making the way he looms over your much smaller body that much more intimidating. You watch as his eyes trail over your dress; he somehow makes you feel exposed while fully clothed.

“Hello…” You speak in a timid tone.

“Hallo…Prinzessin.” His voice is low and gravely.

“Y- you know who I am?”

“Ja. You’re Princess y/n.” He begins to walk around you, inspecting you.

“I am…who are you?”

“König. You’ve wandered into my kingdom, Prinzessin. Did you know that?” He kneels and looks into your eyes as you sit up, feeling uncomfortable with him. “People don’t usually come here.”

“Why?” Your voice shakes slightly.

“Because of me.”

For a moment you linger, staring up at him. Your stomach churns and you feel sick. He smells of the ocean and it’s very unpleasant. The alarm going off in your line is telling you to get up and run; that you’re in danger. You decide to try and just push that feeling down.

“Wh- why is that?”

König can smell the fear emanating off of you. A small band of sweat forms around your hairline from the warm day and the heavy dress overheating your body. A small drop drips down the side of your face, traveling over your delicate features.

“You’re wearing far too many layers.” One of his thick tentacles slowly wraps around your ankle, slipping up underneath the hem of your long dress.

That is what triggers panic within you. You quickly jump up, but his tentacle tightens its grip and pulls you back down. Your face smashes into the sand, cutting your lip from the impact. The sand slips through your fingers as you grab at it, trying to get away.

König grabs your arms and turns you around, laying you on your back. As you sit up to hit him, he grabs your arms and slams you back down. A loud laugh leaves him, he wasn’t expecting such a delicate little thing to be so feisty.

“Where do you think you’re off to? You’re in my world now, Prinzessin.”

“Get off of me!” You scream.

“I’ve been looking for a queen. A warm body for my offspring to grow in.”

König’s slimy tentacles come up and wrap around your wrist, pinning you to the ground as you squirm. His massive weight rests on your legs as he begins to slip the fabric that covers you up, exposing a sweet little bush covering your precious center. A low hum rumbles from his chest as his pale eyes meet yours.

The stomach churning feeling of his appendages slithering up your leg makes you jerk to the side but you can’t move. König is much bigger and much stronger than you; it would be a useless waste of energy. You can feel the tip slip back and forth, parting your folds.

“You can’t do this to me! I’m the princess!”

“You’re no one here.”

König shuts you up with a hand over your mouth as his tentacles move to hold you down and your legs apart for him. Tears stream down your face as you realize that no matter how much you scream, there is no one here that can help you. His unsettling gaze lingers on yours as he moves his erection closer to you.

Your muffled cries are drowned out but the loud sound of König’s moan as he presses the tip of his leaking cock against your pure cunt. A virgin princess, exactly what the king deserves. A stinging pain travels throughout your body as he struggles to press his girthy 13 inch cock into you.  

“Mein Gott, you’re so small. I’m going to break you.” He chuckles as his hips buck forward.

The walls of your vagina feel gummy as they wrap tightly around him. You’re like the perfect little glove, little sex toy for him. He pulls his hips back and repeatedly continues the assault on your defenseless smaller body. Unable to do anything, you just lie there and take it.

“Does daddy know where you are?” He mocks in a low gruff voice as he thrust at a merciless speed, not allowing you to catch your breath.

“M-mm” You mumble and shake your head, his hands still on your mouth not allowing you to speak.

“Stupid…little…brat.” König manages the words between each thrust. His hands move to your legs, pulling them back so he can angle himself deeper into you, trying to shove more of himself into you. Your pained pathetic mewls boom out across the empty beach.

Back at the castle there is panic after hours without any sight of you. Your father went to your room to see a note placed on your bed. In a hurry he reads it, tears streaming down his face as he reads your final goodbye to him. He is torn between sending every knight to find you and just leaving you to be the woman you’ve dreamt of becoming. Little does he know you’ve only doomed yourself to the life of being bred.

[nowheredreamer]

healing soul

Ridoc x reader

Warnings: mild spoilers of Iron Flame

A/N: Hey everyone this is my first fanfic in a loooooong time, like in probably ten years, so I am a little rusty, so be patience. Also english is not my first language so you may find some incohernet things, but I think I did the best to convey what I wanted. So if you find any error please feel free to tell me, and I would also apreciate any feedback because like I said it's been more than 10 years, so any critiscism, feedback, comments are welcome. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy xoxo

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Ridoc didn’t have  many rules regarding his loving life, the man likes to explore the small and big pleasures that life has to offer. But that was a certain primary standard on his life, especially his rider life, that wouldn't trespass his love life. 

One of them was that he didn’t sleep with cadets, not now that he was in his second year. 

The second one was not sleeping with his squad's flings, they were a family after all and Ridoc did NOT like family feuds. 

And his third and last one was he didn't sleep with infantry, scribes or healers. 

It isn't like Ridoc didn't find some of them attractive, he did. But as a rider he just found them  inferior or boring. It was a standard for him, even though in the last months getting with some of the riders wasn't too appealing for him, now that the first year was over most of the riders felt like his family, it was weird being attracted to someone of your family.

And that would have stayed true if it weren't for a certain girl. Ridoc hadn’t thought much of her, but his second year was a little bit rougher sending him a few times to the infirmary. That is where he met the  apprentice healer for the first time.

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Havoc. Wildness. Despair. Chaos. Those were the words that Y/N would refer to at this moment.  Cadets and riders were entering the infirmary left and right, the smell of smoke and burned meat infiltrared her nose. Madness. She had not figured out yet what had happened, and she couldn't definitely understand what would have happened to leave so many students burned, burned by flames of a dragon. 

But she couldn’t focus on that right now, not when another cadet, with his body so burned that she could see the bone of his cheek, was put in the infirmary bed before her. 

“Holy shit.” Her friend gulped. Gods, even though this was their second year, she and her classmates have not seen such damage like that before.They have dealt with burns before, I mean learning to deal with burning degrees from dragon flames were a basic thing on their learning, but they haven’t ever dealt with this kind of level.

Both girls pushed their emotions aside so they could start attending to the poor boy, who was now crying of pain.

“You're gonna be okay, we are going to treat you then your body can heal and take the pain away, and it will heal, you will be fine.” She reassured the poor boy.

“ I wanna go home, please.” His voice came with nothing but a small begging whisper, both learners looked at each other. She had a lot of respect for what the riders did once they graduated, but She could never understand or accept the brutal ways they did to get to graduation point. 

She took his hand on hers while attending a small burn on his elbow and promised that everything would be okay. She  didn’t want to lie to him, but the only things she could do right now was trying to offer a little comfort. 

“You shouldn’t lie to him.”  A graved tone came from her back, she turned around to see a man, standing on the bed beside the one was attending. - “He’s gonna learn that this place is not for the weak sooner or later.” - The brown hair man said, his tone was serious and he looked at you like riders normally looked at anyone who wasn’t a rider. She shrug at his ignorant words and kept working on the boy laid in front of her until one of  her professor came to continue since the boy's burns degree was way more grave than students could secure.

Then she turned to face the bed beside where the rider, from the fourth wing as his (emblema) showed , was still waiting. 

“Do you need help too or are you just here to supervise our work?”  She said with sarcasm and accusation. Before he could answer, Jonah, her friend and classmate, who was attending to the boy on the bed chimed in.

“His friend has some second degree burns but I’m already taking care of it, but I can see a slight burn on his back.”  Jonah said while putting some leaves on the boy's arm and pointing with his chin to the annoying man on my side indicating that he also had been injured. 

“I’m okay, I don’t need help.” The rider said before I could say anything. She gave him an annoyed look while appointing a chair nearby.

“If you’re here we can’t let you leave without doing a check up first. Let me do my job and this will be over so you can go back to mounting dragons.” He let out an annoyed sound but followed her  to the chair. “Can you please take your shirt?” Her question left as soon as he sat on the chair wanting to get rid of him as quickly as she could.

“Wow there, people usually go on a date first, although healers are not really my type.” His tone was full of mischief but also tardiness, like the joke came automatically to him.  

“Oh my poor heart, how am I going to live after this?”  Her voice was so flat at this point that the man just slightly flinched and took his shirt off. She went behind him, and he really had a burn on his back, but it was a first degree, probably just needing disinfection and then some medication to calm the skin. She grabbed the cloth putting one hand on his back to stabilize him and he instantly gave a slight flinch.

“Gods, your hands are freezing.”  He said rapidly between teeth.

“Good thing for someone who has a burn on his skin.”  She put my hand on his back again while gentlying using the cloth to clean his injury. A shiver ran down his spine, not even the largest, biggest rider was immune to pain.

His strong back tensed with each contact, pulling his muscles together on his beautiful tanned skin. Gods, riders and their fucking beautiful bodies. It was rather annoying actually, but they definitely made up with their personality, especially this one. So annoying.

“Are you trying to kill me or something, woman?” He hissed again, pushing his back away from me. 

“Crybaby” she whispered to herself while grabbing him by his shoulder and continuing to work on his back, but she Guessed her whisper wasn't as silent as she expected because he whipped his head around to look at her. She stared back with a pointing look, and he just smirked and turned around. And a small smile threatened to appear on the girl’s lips.

After finishing up on his back, she started checking for any more injuries on his backside, finding a small one on his neck right on the line where his thick brown wavy hair started. She asked for him to look down and gently touch his stiff nape, and he immediately reacted.

“Sorry.” She apologized knowing from experience that most people were very sensitive around their necks. 

“It 's okay.” He assured me gently, unlike his interaction with her before. He settled his body back to her again and started cleaning the burn with the most delicacy that she could. She still could see the shivers that went on his body, and for a minute it felt like there were just she and him on the infirmary, she was so focus on his responsive body and trying to be gentle with him that her brain fogged the cries, the whimpers, the pain shouts. It was just her and the nameless beautiful rider. She shook my head finishing up and turned around to see if there were any injuries on his front. And she thanked the gods that her cheeks had not heated.

“I'm just gonna do a final check up before we are done.”  His face lifted to the sound of her voice and when his eyes met hers, she could see something sad then, but quickly his facial features turned on the playful side again. She rolled her eyes and quickly moved to do her job, checking pupils. Checking for concussion, and lastly checking his abdomen to see if it had any injuries, and she swore she would try her hardest to not linger too much on his strong body. 

“Do you need more time to check up on me up?” He asked so smudged that she could hear the smirk on his lips. She rolled my eyes again. 

“You are done. I would recommend not wearing anything too tight and sleeping without a shirt and on the front side to avoid inflammation, giving access for your skin to heal and breathe.” She recited the recommendations almost automatically since it wasn't the first or last time she would be saying that tonight. Before he could answer, Noah stepped beside me.

“Sorry to interrupt but Leith it’s looking green again and I think he's going to… “ He hesitated looking at the rider seated in front of them paying close attention to them. But she didnt need for Jonah to complete, she knew, Leith was a really great student, if not one of the bests in class, but when came down to the practical part of it, especially on this case when wasn’t not a premeditated test, he would let his emotions ruled him, and she personally believe that he had an aversion for certain lacerations.

“ I’m finished here, I’m going to check on him, how severe is the situation?” And his face changed the minute the question left her lips, he also didn't need the words, she could see on his face. She gave him a small nod, and he left. She counted to ten to steady her breath, this was going to be a long night. When she turned to the man still seated, his eyes were already searching hers, eyes that once again show that tiredness that she saw before, his eyebrows were lower and slightly closer. And in that instant the man who had looked at her with disdain, sarcasm and playfulness, now had what she accessed as a worried look, and sincere one. She fidget her hands on her coat, not used to the kind of expression, not towards me at least.

“Remember to follow my instructions and unless if you have a family member or someone real close to you, please go to your courts, this place it's already too packed up tonight.” His expression changed to neutral and he lifted from the chair, with that done she turned to go find Leith, when his voice reached me in a low tone.

“Thanks, I am Ridoc, by the way.”

She was surprised and studied his face, his brown light eyes and the soft strands of his hair sticking on his sweaty forehead. 

“Y/N. And I hope I don't see you here again.” she turned before he could answer and went to take care of the poor young life they were about to lose.

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[hotheadedhero]

Ok.. so this is for rise. Imagine, like future reader having comed back with CJ, but they only appears after the fight. And reader is just f/caked up, compared to the current reader. Idk if I’m making sense.

This could be platonic, or romantic but it’s just basically. How would the present turtles react to their future best friend/SO from future looking so scard and mentally and physically exhausted and so “out of character”, their personality has completely changed, they are just, grieving, and grumpy.

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭

AN: I think I just puked from excitement, holy cheese. I've wanted to write something related to the movie but wasn't sure what, so thank you Anon 🙏 I hope I got the right idea. I've also only seen the movie once so apologies for any inaccuracies :')

Past Days, Future Pain

Rise Turtles x Reader

Warnings: contains spoilers for the ROTTMNT Movie, angst

Premise: 

You knew that Michelangelo opening a portal into the past would be a gamble. You knew there was a chance that there would be complications. You just didn't expect to get separated from Casey Jr upon entry. In actuality, you hadn't anticipated to be joining him in his journey at all. The fight with the Kraang was meant to continue with you in it but Leonardo just had to push you into the portal. There's no telling what negative developments could arise with you being here and bumping into your old friends and, more importantly, your younger self. A worn laugh breaches your lips in a huff. Donatello would have a field day with this last-minute decision made by his brother. 

From atop a building, you gaze over the pristine city, untouched by the nearing destruction you have grown so used to. It would be nice to say that everything is just as you remember it but this peace is a luxury you have long forgotten. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath in. The air is so clean - a statement you never thought you would use to describe New York of all places. Voices dance all around, engaging in their idle chatter, obliviously free. 

You frown. No time. There's no time to get nostalgic. Doomsday is just around the corner and there's no telling if that ball's already running in motion. Casey may have been born in ruin but you'll be damned if he witnesses apocalypse's birth.

Hours later, you would find out that, yes, doomsday is ripening into a poisonous fruit. Kraang minions are littered around the city, gravitating around the tall building where, just above it, Pandora’s box is open. It's too late, isn't it? The one chance you had. Gone. Your bleak reality is returning to fruition. As monstrous beings come at you left and right, your world darkens in tandem with all around you. Hope is lost for a second time. All the same, you continue to fight. Every breath, every swing, could be your last but still, you fight in the hope of at least finding Casey. You need to find him. 

By the time you do, all is vanquished. You could cry from joy if part of you didn’t believe it was all a dream. There, you see all your old friends. Some you would have seen just hours ago, others you haven’t seen in many years. You pull the goggles from your face and rest them on your head for a better look. 

“Sorry, I’m late. Did I miss the grand finale?”

They all turn when they hear the new voice and each goes wide-eyed. The turtles look between you and… you! Present you. Future you. Young. Old. The space-time continuum isn’t going to like this one. It’s one thing to meet the son of Cassandra but a future (Y/n)? Wild. Looks like they’ll be getting to know you. Again.

There's no way to return home. Your home is gone. Now that the timeline has changed, the only thing to do is to get comfortable. It'll be difficult. The only comfort you know is terrorised screams and running for your life. Adjusting to the world from which you came is going to be no easy feat and the turtles adjusting to this version of you is… well…

Raphael

The Wounded Warrior

To a fault, it’s always been Raph’s mission to protect you, ever since you first met. It saddens him to know that his future self couldn’t do that for you. From head to toe, you’re practically littered with scars. He doesn’t want to seem rude by staring but he can’t help it. He’s ridden with guilt for events that haven’t even happened. Events that won’t happen now thanks to them but that doesn’t change the fact that they’ve still happened to you. He notices how you avoid mirrors, how you avoid reflective surfaces altogether.

His fingers absentmindedly glide beneath his right eye. To an extent, he can understand what you’re going through. His experience doesn’t dare compare to what nightmares you’ve endured but it’s the ownership of a wound from said experiences. The memory associated with it and being reminded of those horrors every time you so much as look at yourself. It’s tiring. You look so tired; worn, broken, and beat.

Raphael frowns at himself. It would be hypocritical of him to preach tribute to your valour when he struggles to acknowledge his own. He could try all he wants to make you feel better but you’d likely call him out on the irony. That doesn’t stop Casey Jr and his brothers from psyching you both up when they recount stories from your ventures. It lumps the two of you into a corner but a corner you share nonetheless. As the others share their tales, he looks down at you, noting the way you fidget and avoid the praise. When he pulls you in for a side hug, you look up at him and he flashes a coy smile, making you do the same. There’s not much he can do for your physical scars but he can be there to share in the mild awkwardness of being glorified at least. 

Leonardo

The Tortured Trooper

He tries many times to get a laugh out of you, just as he would with the (Y/n) he’s grown to cherish but no dice. Nothing he does works and it’s such a harrowing disparity. He himself has had a life-changing revelation because of all that’s happened but he couldn’t imagine what 20 years of that could do to a person. Well, he doesn’t need to imagine it. The result is right in front of him and translated through your future self. When he isn’t trying to put on some show for your amusement, he watches you. He notices how you stare off into dead space. Your eyes pale and glass over and he doesn’t need to think hard about where you disappear off to. 

One night, he’s unable to sleep, pondering ways to get you out of your funk. His thinking would get cut short, however, when he hears a shrill cry come from your quarters. Sword in hand, he bolts for your room, expecting to find a threat but it’s just you. You’re hunched over, shaking and struggling for air, drenched in sweat. He carefully drops his sword and crawls out in front of you, trying to get you to calm down. You latch onto him with a deathly grip as if your life depended on it. 

"I saw you die b-before coming here,” you sob out in broken breaths.

These are rare moments for Leo but it’s the kind of time where he doesn’t know what to say. No quip, no bad joke, no charming motivation. Nothing. All he can think to do is hold you and let you cry into his shoulder. It’s not much but if he can at least be there for these dark hours, that’s enough.

Donatello

The Hateful Hero

He's so used to fighting your present self's hug attempts that your chosen isolation throws him off course. Any attempt to even breathe in your direction is met with a raised weapon and a second-nature standoffishness. The laser-focused glare in your eyes for the short second you’re ready for battle is enough to give Donnie chills. He knows you’ve been through a lot but himself and everyone else included are your friends, aren’t they? They’re the one group of people guaranteed that you’re safe around.

Hypothesis: you’re so used to fighting for your life, that your body doesn’t know how to readjust to a more peaceful setting. As peaceful as you can get in this place, anyway. Your fight or flight response must be fried, constantly geared in combat mode. He tries to make the lair as hospitable as possible, filling it with things he knows his version of you likes. This only enrages you further and he has to believe that his initial theory may have been slightly off. When he tries to get an answer as to why, you just sit back in your corner and scowl off.

“How do I know this won’t all go away, too?” you ask bitterly.

Donnie stares down at you and slowly joins your side with no response. He dislikes questions he can’t answer with his usual certainty but he doubts any reassurance could put you at ease right now. It’s clear to him now. You’re scared to get close in case you lose it all again. He can’t guarantee that another doomsday won’t arise but he can say that they’ll be ready, at least. Until you’re soothed of your worries, he’ll let that be known every day if he has to.

Michelangelo

The Sullen Soldier

Mikey has always valued togetherness with his family and friends. He’s always cherished the joy that comes with unity, the memories that you make together. That’s why it’s so heartbreaking to see you shy away from the entire group. The only person who can get more than a few words out of you is Casey Jr but that’s understandable given all of what you’ve been through together. What happened to his fun-loving (Y/n) to turn you into this husk of a person? In hindsight, he and his brothers only caught a glimpse of the disastrous future from whence you came and that’ll be enough to last him a lifetime.

That makes this all the more terrible in his eyes. The world has been saved, the threat vanquished, and everyone is happy except for you - the one person who, outside of his family, means the most to him. He knows that deep down inside that gloomy shell you want to be a part of the household. You just need a gentle push in the right direction. 

What’s the one thing that fixes everything? Pizza! That’ll do the trick for sure! It may not necessarily fix everything but it’ll get a smile out of you. That’s all he wants. You take that first bite and he sits at the ready. Even a little smirk would be good enough. Your lips move and then they start wobbling. Before he knows it, they’re scrunched up and silent tears run down your cheeks. He assumes he’s done more damage than good but, then, you smile up at him sadly with watery eyes and quietly thank him. Mikey can feel tears of his own blur his vision as he joins you. He’ll know the world is right when you can spend time together without crying over each other.

Bonus:

The Knowledgable Knight

You don’t even recognise the person you’re looking at despite it being you. This young dear, so bright-eyed and so unknowing to the terrors you carry with you. A version of you long bypassed from the two decades of war. They have so many questions they wish to ask - you can tell - but they hold back in fear of seeming insensitive. You almost find it funny given who they are.

When there is a moment alone, you only have one thing to say, “Life is precious, so lead yours reasonably and to the fullest, okay?” 

They smile sadly and nod in understanding. They don’t need to know all of what you’ve gone through to know that life shouldn’t be taken advantage of. It’s a lesson to learn from yourself and, funny enough, yourself.

“And one other thing,” you continue, playfulness hinted with the light smirk on your face. “For the love of God, just tell him how you feel already. You never know if you might end up losing your chance.”

Your younger self goes wide-eyed and there’s practically steam coming off their face but they give you their promise with a raised thumb. You do the same and wish them all the best. Even if you’ve had a life of lost opportunities and lost love, that doesn’t mean the same needs to be true for you again. You watch them run off and glance around the room. Whilst you hold the pain of a future no longer to be, you can take solace in the fact that it won’t be repeated. The apocalypse can’t lay its wretched hands on anyone else. You sit down and let your weary bones rest, well and truly for the first time in years. A long breath washes out of you and, finally, you feel a sense of ease. 

Maybe there is such a thing as second chances.

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Hey! Hey, you! Yeah, you. Got a little message for ya!

There's no telling where life is going to go, what challenges it'll throw your way. We may be left with scars, or feeling hopeless. Sometimes our pain comes back to haunt us, or we lash out. Just know that it gets easier. We are all heroes of our own battles. We've lived to tell the tale and we are strong. Don't ever forget that. Keep your head held high and keep your loved ones close, whether that be family, friends, pets, or four awesome turtles <3

[bteezxyewriter12]

Teach

Pairing- Jungkook x Named Reader x Namjoon

Word count- 7k

Includes- Getting caught, teaching sex, Jungkook is a virgin, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, cum eating, missionary, cock riding, multiple orgasms

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Jungkook POV

“Fuck”, I hear Joanne scream

She’s with Namjoon again

She’s always with him

I guess it makes sense

He’s her boyfriend

But they’re so loud and wild every time they have sex

And he always leaves his door almost half open

I lost count of how many times the guys or I have seen them both naked

They have like a kink where they like to be watched or caught having sex

They always have sex in public places too

And honestly it turns me on to see

She’s so fucking hot and she has a killer body

Just seeing her in so much pleasure and getting fucked good makes me horny

I want her

But I can’t have her

She’s Namjoon’s and he loves her more than anything

She loves him too, just as much as he loves her

They’re perfect together

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck her

I’m so attracted to her

She’s really nice, sweet and funny

And she treats Namjoon like he’s her everything

Which he is

I just want her so much

But the problem is I haven’t had sex yet

I’m 23 and I’ve never been with a girl

There’s just no time with how busy we always are

And I haven’t been lucky like Namjoon and some of the other guys who have girlfriends

It’s not that I haven’t found anyone

I have

She’s just taken

Of course I have to fall in love with a girl I can’t have

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I have to pass Namjoon’s room to get to mine

“Fuck baby girl, you feel fucking amazing”, Namjoon moans

“Mmmmm baby, you like when I fuck you hard?”

Jesus Christ

“Yeah”

“You’re lucky I love your cock”, she moans

Oh my god

As I pass by, I can’t help but look inside

Again, oh my god

She’s on top of Namjoon, bouncing on him

She’s covered in sweat and her breasts are bouncing hard from how hard she’s fucking him

She’s looking down at Namjoon, smirking and biting her lower lip

Good god she’s fucking sexy

I love her so much

She’s the girl I’m in love with, the girl I can’t have

I’d never take her from Namjoon

Ever

And it sucks I can’t be with her

There’s nothing I can do

I don’t know how long I’m standing there watching them, when she looks up and sees me in the doorway

She smirks at me and I get hard

Like instantly

“We have an audience Joonie”, she says seductively

Fuck me

He looks over at me and smirks too

“Wanna watch Jungkook?”, he asks

What?

I mean yeah I do but is he actually gonna let me?

“You want him to watch baby?”, he asks her, smirking

She bites her lip as she looks at me

“Yeah. I want Kookie to watch”, she answers

“C'mon Kookie”, she calls

I fucking can’t

This is insane

“Jungkook c'mon. She wants you to come in”, Namjoon says

“Yyy… you’re ok with this?”, I ask

“Yeah, I’m good with it”, he answers, “Close the door”

I walk inside his room, closing the door behind me

“Bring the computer chair here Kookie and sit”, she requests

I do as she asks

“C'mon baby. Ride me”, Namjoon tells her

She starts moving again

I watch her slide up and down him, his cock going in and out of her pussy

“Fuck”, I whisper

I’m so fucking hard, my cock is straining against my pants

“C'mon baby, Jungkook wants to see you cum”, he tells her

“Right?”, he asks me

I can’t speak, so I just nod

She nods and starts slamming herself harder on him, her hands behind her, leaning on his legs

“Yeah baby. You’re getting so tight. Almost baby”, Namjoon groans

I can’t believe I’m watching this

I see her body start shaking on top on Namjoon

“Fuck, fuck”, she screams, coming on him, “NAMJOON”

“Fuck baby, oh shit it feels so good”, he moans, his eyes closed and hands gripping her hips hard

The fucking pleasure on her face is insane

She’s even more goddamn gorgeous when she cums

Fuck, I want her to cum on me

When she finishes, she stops moving, just sitting on Namjoon, breathing hard

He sits up, pulling her to him in a kiss

When they break apart, she glances over at me

She giggles, “Kookie is hard”

Namjoon looks over at me, then he pulls her to him, whispering in her ear

She whispers back to him and he answers her in a whisper

What the hell are they talking about?

“You sure?”, she asks

“I’m sure baby”, he answers

“Ok”

Namjoon turns back to me

“Want a turn?”, he asks

I feel my eyes pop out of my head

Did her really just ask me if I want to have sex with his girlfriend?

“Wwww….what?”, I stammer

“Do you want to fuck her?”, he asks again

“Seriously? Sss….she wants that?”

I can’t wrap my head around it

“Yeah Kookie. If you want to”, she answers

Of course I want to

But I’ve never done this before

“Yyy….yes I want to bbbut, I’ve never uh….”, I trail off

“You never had sex before?”, she asks surprised

I shake my head

“Any kind? Not even oral or handjob?”

“No”, I answer

“I’ll teach you”, Namjoon says

WHAT? What the hell is going on?

“I’ll show you what to do and you just copy”

He’s offering to teach me how to fuck his girlfriend?

Is he high?

“Don’t look surprised Jungkook, we’ve had threesomes before”, he rolls his eyes

“You have?”, I squeak

“Yeah”, she answers

“With another guy?”

“Yeah with other guys. Girls too”, he answers

“Hhh…have you had any with the other members?”, I ask

“No, you’d be the first”, she answers, “And probably the only”

Again, holy shit

“But you don’t have to Kookie. I didn’t know you’ve never had sex before. If your saving it for the right girl or something like that, it’s cool”, she continues

She is the right girl

For me anyway

I want to lose my virginity to her

“Ok”, I nod

“Ok to what?”, Namjoon asks

“Ok to being with her”, I answer

He shrugs, “Ok then. But don’t touch me”

Is he kidding?

No fucking way

“I won’t. Don’t touch me”, I shoot back

“Not a problem”

Fine then

I can’t believe this is happening

He turns to her, “C'mon baby, off”

She climbs off and sits on the bed, while Namjoon puts his boxers on

He turns to me, “Get undressed but leave your boxers on”

I start to undress.

I’m aware that she’s is watching me

I take my shirt off and I hear her take a sharp breath, “Damn”

I smile to myself

She likes my body

Thank god

Once I’m undressed, Namjoon says to her, “Lay down baby and open you’re pretty legs for Kookie”

Fuck

She lays down and opens her legs wide

And I almost fall down

On my god

She’s fuck so wet already

Namjoon lays next to her and he points to her other side

I go next to her

Namjoon kisses her, “You gonna be a good girl baby and cum a lot for Kookie?”

I let out a whimper sound

“Yeah Joonie”

“Good girl”, he murmurs

“Kiss her Kookie”, Namjoon instructs

Fuck yes

I hover over her, looking down at her

She’s fucking beautiful

Her gorgeous eyes, amazing smile

“Kiss me Kookie”, she requests

I lean over, pressing my lips to hers

Oh god

Her kiss is amazing

She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her body into mine

Fuck her skin feels so good against mine, so smooth and so fucking soft

I run my hand along my body, touching her

Her tongue slides in my mouth, feeling so good, her hand in the back of my hair, pulling

I fucking love it

“Enough”, Namjoon says

She lets go of me and I move back

“Watch”, Namjoon orders

He slides his hand down her body, touching her

He glides his finger up and down her pussy, making her moan

“She likes anything you do to her.”, he says

His fingers move up rubbing her clit

“Fuck”, she moans

“Anything makes her wet. Our girl loves sex, loves to cum. And I love making her”, her looks up at me, “And you will too”

Our girl?

He said she’s ours

That makes me happy although I know it’s just for right now

I watch him slide his fingers inside her and move rapidly in and out

Her body shakes from his fingers

“She likes when you fuck her with your fingers and play with her clit at the same time”

He puts his thumb on her clit and moves it as he finger fucks her

“Yes Joonie”, she cries

“Good girl”, he praises her

He leans down and sucks on her nipple

She yells louder, her hand going in his hair and pulling

This is making me so horny

Then he lets go and pulls his fingers out

“Joonie”, she whines

“You’re turn. Make her cum”, he orders

I gulp, but reach out to her

I’m so scared I can’t do it, can’t make her feel good, can’t please her

And I want to so much

I touch her, my fingers on her pussy, feeling how wet she is

“So wet”, I whisper, moving my hand to her clit

I start rubbing her there and she shivers

Oh fuck she likes it

“Put your fingers in her. Baby wants to cum”, Namjoon informs me

I nod and slide my fingers in her pussy

Holy shit

She’s so fucking wet and tight

I want to know how she’d feel on my cock

Her tight pussy sliding up and down me, getting me all wet

Fuck I want that so much

But I have to wait

It’s worth it

“Kookie”, she moans my name

I’ve never loved hearing my name as much as I have right now

I move my fingers, slowly at first, getting faster each time I slide back in her

Putting my thumb on her clit, I move on there too

Her body lifts from the bed, responding to me

It’s fucking amazing

“Kookie, it feels good”, she moans

I feel her throbbing on my fingers

“Suck her nipple. She’s almost there”, Namjoon says

Taking her nipple in my mouth I suck rapidly

“Kookie”, she yells, clenching my fingers as she orgasms

Fuck, fuck

I made her cum

Me

I watch her, pleasure all over her face

So fucking gorgeous

Her body falls against the bed when she’s done and I pull my fingers out, looking at her cum all over them

Namjoon puts his fingers in her, takes them out and puts them in his mouth

I feel my eyes widen, watching him

“She tastes really good. It’s all over your fingers. Taste her”, he suggests

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them

“Fuck”, I whisper

“Like it?”, he asks

I nod, “She tastes fucking amazing. I fucking love it”

I do

She’s so fucking good

I’ve never tasted anything so good, so sweet

“You want more?”, Namjoon smirks

I nod

Fuck yes

“Get up”, he orders me as he stands

I stand up, watching him maneuver her, pulling her to the edge of the bed

“Now you’re gonna learn how to eat pussy”, he tells me, “Lucky for you I’m really good at it, so you’ll learn how to be good too”

“Right baby?”, he asks her

“Yeah baby”, she smirks, getting up on her elbows, “I love my Joonie’s tongue”

Jesus, I’ve never been this turned on in my life

“Open baby”, he says

She opens her legs again and I just stare at her

Her pussy is so pretty

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Watch”, Namjoon orders

He puts his tongue on her, then licks up

“Yes”, she shouts

“Baby loves getting her pussy licked. There’s a lot of ways to lick her. Use all your tongue”

He lays his flat on her and moves it, licking up her pussy again

“Use just the tip of your tongue”

He licks up and down with just the tip of his tongue

“You can swirl your tongue around her, go fast or slow, light or hard”

He demonstrates it all, while she moans and whimpers

“You can go inside too”

He slides his tongue in her, licks up and out, then dips back in

“She likes all of it. All of it makes her cum”, he says between licks, “But I’m going to show you how to make her cum good and hard”

“Ok”, I whisper

“I don’t know about other girls, but our girl loves when you play with her clit”

He licks her clit, making her shake, “Right baby girl?”

She bites her lip, nodding

“Again, you can lick her slow or fast, hard or soft, all tongue or just tip”

He demonstrates all to me

I gotta say, he is good at eating pussy from the way she’s going crazy

“But baby girl especially loves when you suck her clit”

I watch him put his mouth around her clit and suck

“NAMJOON!”, she screams

“Good girl”, he praises her

I watch him suck her clit hard, slow, fast and gently

He lets go of her clit, then looks at me

“Got it?”, he asks

“Yeah”

“Good”

He goes back to her pussy, sucking her clit

“You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”, he asks her

“Yes! Yes Joonie. Don’t stop baby”, she screams

Holy hell

I watch her body tremble, listen to her screams as she cums

Namjoon slides his tongue inside her, licking her cum and making her orgasm again

Shit, I didn’t know girls can cum right after the other

“My baby girl always tastes good”, he praises her, pulling away

Holy shit

"Go play Kookie”, he tells me, sitting next to her

“C'mon Kookie. I want to feel your wet tongue on me”, she requests

“Ok….baby”, I try out

She smiles at me, nodding

Kneeling in front of her, I put my hands on her thighs, laying my tongue on her

I swipe up, listening to her moan when I do

Fuck me

I start moving my tongue faster around her pussy

Fuck she tastes good

I love the way she feels on my tongue

So soft and wet

I swirl my tongue around her, then try the different ways Namjoon showed me how to lick her

I figure out that, right now anyway, she likes it fast and hard

“Play with her clit”, Namjoon says

Moving my tongue there, I slide up and down rapidly with the tip of my tongue

“Kookie, fuck, you’re so good with your tongue”, she cries

Yes!

Thank god she loves it

I was so worried I’d suck

I’ve never done this before

“Suck her clit”, Namjoon demands

“Yes Kookie please baby. Suck my clit. I want it so bad”, she pleads

Fuck

I pull her clit in my mouth and suck hard and faster

“Yes”, she shouts, “More Kookie, more”

I obey, giving her more

“I’m….I’m..”

“Cum in Kookie’s mouth baby”, Namjoon tells her, kissing her shoulder

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams, her hips moving, fucking my face when she orgasms

Her cum hits my tongue and I’m hit with her fucking amazing taste again

I want more

Sliding my tongue in her, I lick it up, swallowing

“JUNGKOOK!”, she yells again, her pussy tightening on my tongue, her cum covering it when she orgasms again

I swallow, getting ready to move away, but she puts her hands in my hair, keeping me to her

“Again Kookie, please”, she begs, fucking my mouth

Oh god, she doesn’t want me to stop

I won’t

I continue to eat her out, tongue running all over her until she climaxes again

After, she lets go and I pull away

“Good baby?”, Namjoon asks

“Incredible”, she breathes, looking at me

“I need you baby”, Namjoon whispers

She nods

He pulls her up, positioning her on her hands and knees on the bed

Taking his boxers off, he slides his cock in her and starts fucking her

“Fuck”, she moans

“Stand up Kookie”, he commands

When I’m standing, he tells her, “Suck Kookie’s cock baby. He made you cum, now it’s your turn”

Oh fuck

A blow job from her

Yes please

She nods, then smiles at me

“Come here Kookie”

I move closer to her, letting her pull down my boxers

She giggles, “Aw baby’s so horny he’s leaking”

I look down and yeah I am leaking

“I’ll fix it”, she says, licking the cum from my head

She puts me in her mouth and starts sucking fast

Pleasure blasts through my body while I watch her

I can’t believe this is happening

She’s getting fucked from behind while she blows me

Never in a million years would I think this would happen

She puts her hand on my hip, pulling me closer, getting all of me in her mouth, sliding down her throat

I watch her amazed that she’s not gagging

She keeps sucking hard and fast, the pleasure so intense

“You like it Kookie?”, Namjoon asks, “Baby likes cock in her mouth. She’s so good at blow jobs”

“Yyyy…yeah….she is”, I whisper

She looks up at me and smiles

Fuck that’s hot

Moving back she sucks just on my head, her hand wrapping around my shaft, jerking me off while she sucks

“Fuck baby, you’re mouth is fucking amazing”, I moan

“Fuck Jo, you gonna cum baby? I feel you”, Namjoon moans

She nods

Oh god

I know if I see her cum, I’m going to too

She takes all of me in her mouth again, sucking fast

“Cum on my cock baby”, Namjoon orders

It’s like he has command over her body because after he says it, she cums, screaming on my cock, her arms shaking

I can’t handle it and the next suck has me shouting her name while I cum in her mouth

“Fuck JOANNE, fuck”

“Good girl. Swallow Kookie’s cum baby”

She swallows on my cock and it feels so good

She lets go and I move back, pulling my boxers up

Namjoon pulls out and stands moving in front of her

“Go ahead baby”, he tells her

She pulls him to her, his cock all in her mouth, blowing him too

“Good girl.”, he moans

“Go play with her”, Namjoon tells me, “You need to get hard again to fuck her later”

He’s right, I need to get hard again

I still want her and I want it to be good for her

She’s still on her hands and knees, so I lay down under her, pulling her to my mouth by her hips

I wrap my mouth around her clit and start sucking

Her legs tremble around my head and I hear her moaning

I can never get enough of how she responds to me

Running my tongue all over her pussy, I lay there fucking loving having her in my mouth

“Yes baby fuck”, Namjoon yells

I hear him kiss her, then move and sit in the computer chair

“Kookie”, she moans, turning me on

I can never un-hear the way she moans my name

“Please baby”, I plead

“Kookie, fuck”, she whimpers, coming

I hold her on my mouth as I lick everything she gives me

She moves off me laying on the bed next to me

She kisses my cheek and I turn to her kissing her lips

My heart soars when she kisses me back

“Baby, you ready for Kookie to fuck you?”, Namjoon asks

She lifts her head from me and nods, “Yeah”

“Go ahead Kookie”, Namjoon tells me, “Play around. You can go hard, fast, slow or soft. But you have to make her cum before you do, got it?”

I nod

“Start with the normal position with you on top of her. After she cums you can move her on her hands and knees or she can go on top of you”

“Ok”, I answer, so nervous

“Do you want to Kookie?”, she asks me

I run my fingers in her hair, nodding, “Yeah I want to”, I nod

She smiles and my breath leaves my body

“Come on top Kookie”, she says as she pulls my boxers down

I get them off and while I move, she lays on her back, with her legs open

I go on top of her, my cock right there

“Kiss me”, she requests

I lean down my lips on hers, tongue slipping in her mouth

Her hands run all over my body, making fire run through my skin everywhere her fingers touch

She moves her hand between us and aligns me right there

“Please”, she whispers, making me moan and nod

I slowly push inside, breathing hard from the feel of her

“Oh my god”, I whisper, feeling how tight and wet she is

Once I get all the way in, I have to stop for a second before I cum immediately

I lay my head on her, face in her neck while I shake and calm down

I feel her run her hand in my hair

“You feel so good Kookie. So hard and so big. So perfect for me”, she praises

Oh god, she has to stop or I’m going to cum right now

But I’m happy she likes how I feel

“Are you ok? Do you not like it?”, she asks

Is she insane?

“I love it Jo. You feel so fucking amazing baby. So tight and wet. I…I..just need a minute or I’m going to cum from how you feel”

She giggle

I fucking love that sound

“Ok baby.”, she answers, “I love feeling you too”

“Is he ok?”, Namjoon asks

“Yeah baby. He just needs a minute”, she answers

“Huh, he likes your pussy that much”

I feel her nod

“Well I love it too so I know what he feels”, her tells her

I don’t know if he feels exactly what I do

It’s not just sex, it’s being with her

It’s me being happy I’m with her

Once I get a grip over myself, I start to move, sliding in and out of her

Pleasure bursts all over my body, all my nerves on fire

“Fuck fuck fuck”, I moan

Starting slow, I go a little faster with each thrust

“Oh god”, she moans, pressing her body into mine, “Harder Kookie”

I obey and thrust harder, making her so much more wet

“Like it baby?”, Namjoon asks

“Yes. Yes I love it”, she cries, pleasure all over her face

I love that I’m making her feel so good

Giving her so much pleasure

She holds onto my body tightly while I move

“Jjjj…Joonie”, she calls

Joonie?

Why is she calling him?

My confidence takes a hit when she calls him

“Yeah baby?”

“Cccc….can he stay?”, she asks

What?

“What?”, he asks

“I…I love Kookie inside me. I don’t want him to leave. Can he stay? Please?”, she moans

Holy shit

She wants me and she’s asking her boyfriend if she can still have me in her

My mind is fucking blown and my confidence just hit the roof

“Yeah baby, it’s ok with me.”, he answers, “But you have to ask Kookie”

“Kookie please stay. Don’t leave”, she pleads, “Please”

God I love her

“I won’t baby. I promise. I’ll stay as long as you want me to”, I assure her

She nods, “I want you. So much Kookie”

She makes me so happy

These are all the things I’ve always wanted to hear from her

I wish she was mine

“Kookie, more”

I feel her throbbing on my cock and it feels incredible

“Cum baby.”, I moan, “I want to feel you”

Just like she did with Namjoon, her body listens to me when I ask her to cum

Her pussy grips my cock so tightly, keeping me in, while she cums all over me

“JUNGKOOK! Oh JUNGKOOK!”, she screams, her hands holding me tightly, as she shakes under me

My God it feels fucking fantastic

It’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt so far

“Fuck her through it”, Namjoon orders, “It’ll feel better for her and she might cum again”

I slam myself in her hard, over and over listening to her screams getting louder

“JUNGKOOK oh god!”

She clenches me again, orgasming again

I gasp, holding back from coming

I want to make her cum more, as much as I can

“Go on your knees and hold her legs open my her ankles. You can go deeper that way”, Namjoon instructs

I do what he says and slam hard in her

He’s right, I go in a lot deeper than before

“Yes, fuck yes Jungkook. Don’t stop”, she shouts

I don’t, pounding her fast and hard, feeling her soak my cock

She screams with every slam, pleasure all over her face

Her hips start moving, meeting my thrusts and it feels so goddamn good

“Kookie, fuck, you feel so good baby. God”

“No baby, you feel amazing. I love being in you”, I moan

I slide hard inside, making her snap as she explodes again, screaming, her body arching from the bed, into me

Yes oh god yes

I’m gonna cum

I’m almost there

She falls back on the bed, and I hover over her again, her legs around my hips, arms around my body

Her pussy has a tight grip on my cock and it feels out of this world pushing through

“Cum Kookie. I want to feel you cum”, she whimpers

Fuck fuck

I can’t hold it

“Fuck JOANNE, JOANNE!”, I shout, coming so hard, the release and ecstasy running through my body shuts my mind off and I just feel

“Fuck Joanne, I love you”, I shout, burying my face in her neck as she holds me, “I love you. Fuck Joanne, I love you so much”

After, I breathe hard, calming down, still laying on her

Lifting my head, I look at her

She’s looking at me with wide eyes

Why is she- oh shit

OH SHIT!

I told her I love her.

Oh my god why?

Stupid mouth, stupid brain

“Jungkook”, Namjoon says quietly

I glance at him and he has the same surprised look she has

I look back at her, “I’m sorry”

I move back, off her and stand up

“I’m sorry”, I repeat, not meeting their eyes as I grab my clothes

“Kookie”, she calls softly

“No I uh…I’m really sorry”, I repeat, running to Namjoon’s door and leaving the room.

I run to my room and close the door, locking it

I can’t believe I told her I love her

In front of Namjoon

Oh my god, he knows I love his girlfriend

He’s going to kill me

She’s never going to talk to me again

I fucked up

I fucked up so badly

I ruined my friendship with both of them

I’m so stupid

I’ve been avoiding Namjoon for the last week

I still see him during practices and in the dorm but I either stick to Tae or Jimin or I’m just in my bedroom with the door locked

I can’t face him

And I definitely can’t face her

I haven’t seen her in a week although I know she’s been at the dorm

I hear her talking and laughing with the guys

I just can’t see her

I’m still so in love with her but I can’t have her

And I’m scared she’s going to ignore me or tell me off for loving her

I know I can’t avoid them forever but for now it’s all I can do

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There’s a knock on my door the next morning

I sigh, what now?

“Yeah?”

“Kookie. It’s me”, she calls

Oh god

Fuck

What do I do?

“Can I talk to you?”, she asks

No no no

I don’t want to talk

I know what she’s going to say

That she doesn’t love me, she loves Namjoon, she doesn’t want me

I already know, I can’t hear her say it too

“Please Kookie?”, she asks

Fuck

I can’t say no to her

It’s not fair

I want to tell her no, but I don’t have it in me to do it

I get up from my bed and walk to the door

I take a deep breathe, steeling myself for whatever she’s going to say

I slowly open my door to her beautiful face

And to Namjoon who's behind her

What the fuck?

He’s going to murder me

“Can we come in?”, she asks

“I…uh…yeah”, I relent, moving aside to let them in

I close the door after them then go sit on my bed

Namjoon sits in my computer chair and she sits next to me

God, I just want her in my arms

“Look about last week”, Namjoon starts

“I’m sorry”, I cut him off, “I know you’re pissed off because of what I said-”

“Jungkook let me finish”, he says

I close my mouth and nod

“Do you love Joanne? Was that something you just said in the moment or is it true? Don’t lie”

He’s looking at me and I know he’ll know if I lie

“Yes. I…I’m in love with her”

He nods, “How long?”

“When I first met her”

“That long?”

I nod

They’ve been together for four years

So that’s how long I’ve loved her

“Ok so I’m going to tell you we’re not mad, so don’t worry about that”, he explains

What?

They’re…he’s…not mad I told his girlfriend I love her?

“Joanne and I talked about what happened and what you said.”

“Uh ok”, I answer

Where is he going with this?

“So we decided that if you want to, you can be in our relationship too.”, he says

I blink, unsure I heard what he said

“I…..what?”

“You can be her boyfriend too”, he says

“I….I…”, I trail off

I can wrap my head around this

“Look I’m not saying this is permanent ok? We’ve never done this before and we don’t know if it’s going to work. But we’re open to try it and see how it goes”, he explains

“Uh how would that work?”, I ask

She’d have two boyfriends?

Would he be a higher boyfriend than me because they’ve been together for so long?

Is he going to make all the decisions?

“Uh I’m not sure. All three of us have to communicate well with each other or it won’t work. If you want to be with her or take her out or whatever you have to let me know so I don’t plan anything that day. And I’ll let you know if I’m going to be with her. It’s not just you doing what I say. The only thing is that me and you are just friends. We just love the same girl and are with the same girl. I’m not into guys so I’m letting you know that right now”

“I’m not either”, I reply

“Ok that’s good. The only thing I’m going to say right now is that you treat her good. You don’t yell at her, hurt her or hit her. If you do, you’re dead. She’s the love of my life and I’ll kill you if you mistreat her”, he tells me

Hit her?

I’d never hit her

I don’t hit girls

I would never hurt her

And that’s what I tell him

“I would never hurt her. Ever”, I answer

“Good. I’m trusting you with my baby”

I nod, my mind blown

Again

I never thought this would ever happen

Or that he’d be ok with it

“Whose idea was this?”, I ask

“Mine”, Namjoon answers

“Yours?”, I ask incredulously, “Why?”

Why would he do this?

He shrugs, “Because we let other people in when we have threesomes, so this isn’t a big jump from that. You love her and I know you. And she likes you”

What? I turn to her

“You do?”, I ask shocked

She smiles and nods

I turn back to Namjoon

“And that doesn’t bother you?”

“No because I know she loves me”, he answers

“But….”

Should I ask this?

Will it piss him off?

“What?”

“But what if she falls in love with me too? Like she is with you?”

“As long as she loves me, it doesn’t bother me.”, he says

“Really?”

“Really”, he says, “But if she wants out of this and only wants me, then you need to back off. And if you want out, tell us and you can leave. And if it’s not working then sorry but you’re out”

“What if she only wants me?”

He glares at me, “Not gonna happen but on the extreme off chance she does, I’ll back off”

Fuck, I pissed him off

“Don’t worry Joonie.”, she answers, “I’m always going to love you. I’m always going to be with you. For the rest of my life”

“I know baby. I’m always going to love you too”, he smiles at her, “I’m always going to be with you too baby, even when we’re old and wrinkled”

The smiles she beams at him is gorgeous

They really love each other

He looks back at me, “So do you want to do this?”

Do I?

I get to be with her, love her, possibly have her love me

And I’m not against being in their relationship

Just like Namjoon, as long as she wants me, maybe loves me, I don’t care if she loves Namjoon too

“Yes”, I answer, “I want to do this”

He nods, “Ok”

“What about the guys? Are we keeping this a secret?”

“They know. We told them what we were going to talk to you about”, he answers

Uh ok

“They know?”

“Yeah they were weirded out at first but they accept it”, she answers

Uh ok

I guess it’s ok they know

“Ok well I have to go to my studio to work on some songs.”, Namjoon says getting up, “I’ll see you later”

He’s leaving?

He comes to her, leans down and kisses her

“Bye baby. I’ll see you later. I love you”

“Bye Joonie. I love you”, she says

He turns and leaves my room

I have no clue what to do now

“So uh if you’re busy now, I can go. We just wanted to talk to you about this.”, she says standing up, “I uh guess I’ll see you later”

She starts to turn away but I grab her hand

“Stay”, I ask

“Oh uh ok”, she answers

I pull her to me, putting her on my lap and kiss her

God it’s just like the first time

Fireworks going off

She kisses me back, my tongue in her mouth, her hands in my hair

I start kissing her neck all over

“I want you”, I moan

I want her so much

I want to feel her again

I want to make her feel good

She answers me by pulling my shirt off and kissing me starting from my neck down to my shoulder and chest

Her lips leave fire on my skin everywhere they touch

I take her shirt off, then I’m able to get her bra off without being an idiot about it

“God you’re so fucking sexy”, I praise her, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking

“Fuck Jungkook”, she moans

“Yeah baby fuck. I love hearing you moan my name”

Holding her to me, I turn, laying her on my bed

She reaches up to me, holding onto me tightly

Leaning down, I catch her lips in a kiss again, while I pull her pants and panties down

I get them off and throw them somewhere in my room

Her hands move down my body and get to my sweatpants

She slides her hands under the waist band and pulls both my pants and boxers down

I help her and kick them off

She gets as close to me as possible, her chest against mine, pressing her body against mine

I didn’t realize how much I love just feeling her skin on mine until right now

“Kookie…I…I…”

“What baby? What do you want? I’ll do whatever you want”, I answer

“I need you”, she moans

Fuck, she can have me

Anytime she wants

“Ok baby, you have me whenever you want. I promise”, I answer, putting her leg over my hip

“Please Kookie”, she pleads

“Ok baby”

I slide inside her, going all the way in, my body shivering

She sighs, like I’m supposed to be in her

Like she I’m all she needs

I like that

I move, sliding in and out of her, her pussy getting tighter on me, keeping me inside

“Fuck baby, you like me in you this much?”, I ask, “You want to keep me inside?”

“Yes Kookie. I love you in me. I don’t want you to leave”, she moans

“I won’t baby, I promise. I want to stay”, I whisper

I move harder and faster, making her yell out with each thrust

“Baby, you feels so good, holding me tight. Fuck I love you”, I groan

I don’t care about saying it anymore

She knows and I just want to say it

I feel her getting ready and I never wanted her to cum on me as much as I do right now

“Cum on me baby”, I whisper, kissing her neck

“JUNGKOOK”, she yells, coming and shaking in my arms

“Good girl, fuck, you’re so beautiful baby”, I murmur

She looks up at me and smiles, “Jungkook you are so beautiful you don’t even know”

I have no idea what to think

She thinks I’m beautiful?

Oh my god

She kisses me, gently pushing me back until I’m laying on my back

“My beautiful Kookie”, she whispers kissing me all over my face

“My baby”, she says, trailing kisses down my neck and chest

God her kisses are amazing

I love feeling her lips on my skin

“My Jungkook”

Fuck I love hearing her call me her Jungkook

I am

From the second I saw her, I was hers

She kisses back up my body, whispering in my ear, “I’m going to make my baby feel so good”

I moan loudly

She climbs on top of me, sliding down my cock, my body trembling

Fuck, going inside her is like the first time everytime

My body just reacts to her

She puts her hands on the wall above me and she starts bouncing on me, starting off slow, then going faster and faster

Pleasure blasts through my body

Watching her ride me gets me so much more horny

“God baby, you’re so good at this”, I moan

“Kookie, you have no clue how much I’ve been wanting to ride you”

Fuck me

“What?”, I whisper

“I wanted to last time we we’re together but you ran away”

“I’m sorry baby. I just panicked”

“Shh baby. It’s ok. I can ride you all the time now”

Oh god she can

I just realized, I can be with her when I want, when she wants

“Yeah baby, you can. Whenever you want, you can have me”

“You can have me too baby. Whenever you want”, she answers

God I’m happy

She slides up, squeezes my head so tight then slides back down

“Oh god”, I yell

She keeps herself tight while she slams down on me

The pleasure is so goddamn good

I run my hands up her legs, touching her hips and sliding up her body

Sitting up a little, I plant kisses all over her stomach, sucking and licking her skin

“Mmmmm Kookie”

“Baby girl. Cum. Please. I want it”

“Yeah Kookie”, she moans, sliding up and coming on my head

I watch her cum run down my cock, and I swallow hard

Oh fuck that’s so hot

“God baby, you’re fucking perfect”, I moan

When she finishes, I grip her hips, slamming her down on me

As she comes down I thrust up, going in so deep

“Yes!”, she screams

I thrust up again when I bring her down and I slide into her, making her scream

“There Kookie. Fuck there!”, she pleads

Did I just find her spot?

Oh my god

“Where baby?”, I ask, slamming her again, “There?”

I hope I didn’t lose it

“Yes!”

Good

I love the reaction I’m getting from her, so I keep slamming her there over and over

It doesn’t take long before she orgasms again, getting tight on me

“JUNGKOOK!”, she screams

God I love her orgasms

The pleasure from them is so intense and I want to feel it over and over

Bringing her down again, I slam her spot causing another orgasm right after the first one

Oh my god, yes

I want her to have more

“Again baby”, I moan, thrusting into her, making her explode again

I keep going, every few thrusts causing another orgasm, her screams music to my ears

I lost count of how many I’ve given her

“C'mon baby girl. One more”, I ask

She nods

I slam her the hardest I have so far and she screams, her body shaking violently on top of me

The pleasure is overwhelming as I cum inside her, screaming her name and enjoying the pleasure

“JOANNE, oh god baby!”

“Good Kookie, good boy”, she murmurs

When I finish, she climbs off and lays next to me

I turn to her automatically, pulling her in my arms

It’s the first time I’m holding her and I fucking love it

She turns to me and reaches out, running her fingers in my hair

She’s looking at me, smiling

“I know I’m going to love you Kookie”, she whispers

She will?

Oh god I hope so

“You are?”, I ask

She nods, “I don’t know how long it’ll take but I just know I’m going to fall in love with you too”

“But Namjoon-”

“I love him. In love with him. But I have room to love you too.”

“As long as you love me Jo, I’m more than ok”, I whisper, kissing her

I really don’t care

I just want her and if she loves me, I’m good

I can do this with her and Namjoon.

Because she’s worth it

[inawickedlittletown]

Meet Cute - Bucktommy one-shot

Summary: Buck and Tommy get asked to explain how they met when they run into the person behind the instagram, meet cutes LA. (Inspired by meetcutesnyc) Words: 1.3k Read on Ao3

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They were just walking down the street, Buck a little more preoccupied with figuring out if they were headed in the right direction to where they were supposed to be meeting up with Maddie and Chim. He should have listened to Tommy and agreed on taking an Uber. Parking had been a bit of a nightmare, but it was nice enough out that he didn’t mind the walk, assuming they found the restaurant soon. 

So, he didn’t even notice the guy with the camera. Then again, in LA there were always guys — and girls — with cameras. He’d responded to enough calls to do with influencers doing something stupid for clout. 

It was Tommy that stopped first when the guy with the camera called out to them. “Hey, excuse me.” 

“Yeah?” Tommy asked. “Can we help you?” 

Buck had to backtrack a couple of paces, but he fitted his shoulder against Tommy’s and looked at the guy curiously. 

“You guys are a couple right?” 

Buck felt Tommy stiffen a little. He reached and grabbed for his hand, gave it a squeeze. 

“Yeah,” he said. 

The guy was young, probably early twenties. His hair was a little floppy on his forehead and his glasses hid brown eyes. Despite having approached them of his own volition, he looked a little nervous. It made Buck relax a little. 

“I’m Max. I uh, there’s this thing I do. Meet Cutes LA. You probably haven’t seen it but I post primarily on insta, but I’m on TikTok as well. I film real couples out in the wild and ask them to tell me how they met and got together. Would you guys be willing to tell me your story?” 

Buck shared a glance with Tommy and shrugged.

“I guess that’s alright,” Tommy said. 

Max brightened. “Cool. Alright. I like to get permission first, but I want it to look like I just approached you randomly, it’s my whole aesthetic. So if you could go back a few feet and start walking past me and then stop when I call you over?” 

“Is this going to take long?” Buck asked. “We have somewhere to be—”

“It won’t. Ten minutes tops. I promise.” 

Tommy nudged him. “Come on, Evan, don’t you like being the center of attention.” 

“Shut up,” Buck said. “You realize that no one’s going to believe how we met.” 

So they walked a bit back and then when Max had his camera up and had given them a thumbs up, they started walking forward again just like they had before.  

“Excuse me! I have a question for you.” 

“Alright,” Tommy said. 

“How did you two meet?” Max asked. 

Buck shared a look with Tommy. 

“We could have met a good six or seven times before we actually met. Actually, we share an ex. He took my spot at the firestation he still works at. We have so many mutual friends. But we still met in an unbelievable way. You tell it, Evan,” Tommy said. 

“He’s a firefighter pilot,” Buck offered. “Best pilot in the LAFD.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. 

“I’m also a firefighter,” Buck continued, “My Captain and his wife went on a cruise and there was a hurricane and pirates. Anyway, to keep things uncomplicated, we had to go rescue them and one of my coworkers who used to work with Tommy, called Tommy to fly us out into the hurricane.”

“Just like that,” Max said. “You just answered that call and said sure.” 

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I owed Howie, but it was also the right thing to do. I mean, that’s kind of the job. Helping people.”

“Anyway, we flew out and he landed the helicopter on a capsized cruise ship. I thought he was so cool.” 

Tommy smiled at him. “I thought he was really cute…I also thought he was straight.” 

“I thought I was straight too,” Buck admitted. “Didn’t understand why I wanted to see him again after that night.” 

From behind the camera, Max’s eyebrows had shot up, it was clear that he hadn’t expected the story they were telling. No one ever really did. 

“So how did you get together?”

“He kissed me,” Buck said and he would never forget that kiss, surprising as it had been. 

That kiss had opened his eyes, it had changed everything for him. Looking at Tommy, he could tell that Tommy was remembering too. Tommy had taken a huge risk. 

“After the rescue?” Max asked. 

“A few weeks later. Evan has a bit of a possessive edge to him.” 

Buck glared at him. “I do not. I was misguided and upset because you were giving Eddie all of your attention.” 

“Who’s Eddie?” 

“My best friend who was monopolizing all of his time.” 

“So you maimed him,” Tommy said. 

Max’s eyes widened and he mouthed, ‘maimed’. 

“His ankle was fine two days later,” Buck countered. “I, uh, went to play basketball with them and—”

“And he hates basketball,” Tommy said. “Anyway, I went over to clear the air and I just took a chance. I thought he was mad I was taking up Eddie’s time. I didn’t realize it was my attention that he wanted all along.” 

“And I discovered that I’ve been a chaotic bisexual this whole time,” Buck said. “I had no idea why I was acting so insane and then he kissed me and it all made sense.” 

They shared another smile and Buck was tempted to lean over and kiss him, didn’t know if Tommy would appreciate that especially since they were being filmed and it would be posted somewhere for people to see it. 

“Wow. So, how long ago was that?” Max asked. 

“A little over two years,” Buck said. 

“So, you’ve been together ever since?” 

Buck shook his head. He didn’t like thinking about that period of time. The months of heartbreak and longing. The amount of baking he’d accomplished and how even that had stopped working after a while. 

 “There was a small blip of time, but we worked it out. Stronger than ever,” Tommy said and then he pulled away from Buck a little. “So strong that, there’s actually a question I’ve been wanting to ask. Now seems as good as any time.”

Buck froze. Tommy pulled his hand away and Buck watched Tommy kneel. Max let out an excited squeal and he was still filming as Tommy took a little box out of his pocket. Buck only had eyes for him, for his big hands that fumbled the box nervously.  

“Evan Buckley, I love you more than I could ever hope to express. I never once thought that I could find the person I’d want forever with, but I met you probably at the exact time that it was meant to happen, at a time when we were both ready for each other. And now, I think we’re ready for a different step. Do you want to take that step with me? Would you marry me?” 

Buck nodded eagerly. “Yes. Yes. Yes, of course.” 

A ring was slipped onto his finger and then Tommy’s lips were on his and several people were cheering, Max perhaps louder than anyone else. 

-

A few days later, Buck got a DM from @meetcutesla 

Meetcutesla: Hey. It’s Max. I’m going to be posting your meet cute story tomorrow. I just wanted to double check that you’re okay with me including the proposal. 

Buck touched the ring on his finger. It still felt, if he was being honest, foreign on his finger. But he loved it. 

Buckley118: Still good with that. Takes some of the pressure off of telling everyone ourselves. 

Meetcutesla: lmao. You guys are the best, I better get an invite to that wedding. 

What Buck was not expecting was for the video to blow up, not that he or Tommy really cared or minded. Buck for his part liked watching it, seeing their love displayed for the world.

[mariaofdoranelle]

Of Rumors and Bodyguards

CO-WRITTEN WITH @leiawritesstories

Written for Rowaelin Month’s Forbidden Love day; @rowaelinscourt

We’re just two writers sharing little evil giggles and big plans, that’s all.

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,2k

AELIN GALATHYNIUS CHEATING SCANDAL: SPOTTED IN INTIMATE MOMENT WITH BODYGUARD!!!

“QUEEN OF GLASS” STAR SHARED EMBRACE WITH SECURITY GUARD! DORIAN HAVILLIARD IN TEARS!

Aelin Galathynius caught cheating on Dorian Havilliard with bodyguard! Hollywood’s Darling Has How Many Darlings??? See New Photos

After the third ridiculous headline, Aelin dropped both the stack of magazines and her phone and flopped backwards on the hotel bed with a groan. Her publicist had woken her up with coffee and the tabloids, and she wished she had time to wake up before she had to look at the absolutely crazy stories that the gossiping tabloids spread. Even though she had been acting for years, she still wasn’t used to their prying and the constant cameras clicking in her face, even when she wasn’t trying to be noticed.

Besides, that garbage about her and her bodyguard? It was pure nonsense.

Well, mostly nonsense.

The photos they had taken were true enough, because Aelin had hugged her bodyguard last night. However, there was absolutely no romance involved—Whitethorn had been physically supporting her, keeping her on her feet.

Because he’s her bodyguard. He was guarding her body, that’s all—and a lot less than she would like.

She had been about to collapse after she had received a very brief, very shocking call on the phone she rarely used. The voice on the other end had been low, curt, and to the point. There was an accident during a job. We haven’t heard anything from them. That was two weeks ago.

The implication—they could be dead—made Aelin’s whole body go weak, and her security guard’s rapid reflexes were the only thing that had kept her upright. For a moment, she let him hold her, let him stabilize her, leaned into the solid strength of his Kevlar-covered chest. And then she pulled herself together, put away her burner phone, and stepped away from Whitethorn’s hug. She’d given him a nod of thanks, and he nodded back in quiet understanding.

Simple support, and not even an emotional one. That was all that had happened.

Leave it to the tabloids to take that moment out of context and start rumors that spread like wildfire across the Internet.

And Dorian—he was probably too busy with the boyfriend he was definitely hiding from the tabloids to notice the Rumor of the Day, but his publicist would surely give Aelin a piece of her mind soon.

Elide stuck her head into Aelin’s hotel room, rolled her eyes when she saw the magazines discarded on the floor. “You know they’re a load of crap,” the publicist said as she walked over and picked them up. “Also, I need you to read this one.” She flipped one of the magazines open and laid it across Aelin’s lap.

“Why?” Aelin glanced quickly down at the pages, scoffing at the grainy, zoomed-in photos splashed onto the glossy paper. “Gossip pisses me off, Ells.”

“Yeah, I know, but you need to read the actual words so you know how to respond when the people today ask you about it.” As usual, Elide had a good point.

“Fine.” Aelin frowned, but she began to read.

Is Aelin Galathynius Taken By Someone Else?!?!?

The “Queen of Glass” star was spotted last night in an intimate embrace with a man who sources say is her current bodyguard, Rowan Whitethorn, who has been on her security team since March, when Galathynius began this press tour for the newest season of the Netflix hit series.

Sources report that Aelin and her co-star Dorian Havilliard are often seen getting cozy together outside of press appearances, and an exchange in a recent interview confirmed that the pair’s wild, explosive chemistry on-screen has spilled off the screen too. Fans all over the world were overjoyed to hear of the star’s new romance.

But the photos from last night tell an entirely different story. Could it be that the actress has more than one man after her heart? Or could she be keeping something secret?

Last night, sources say that Galathynius was walking back to her hotel with Whitethorn as her escort when she stopped briefly in a nearby park. Only minutes later, she was spotted in her bodyguard’s arms! Looks like a romance is brewing, or even already in progress! After all, her incredibly popular character in “Queen of Glass” spent the whole first season secretly in love with Dorian’s character until they finally brought their romance to light. Is life imitating art?

According to an eyewitness, the embrace lasted for several minutes before the actress moved away from her bodyguard and began walking to her hotel again. At this time, we do not know any additional details, but with the ongoing press tour, we are certain that she will make an announcement soon. Keep your eyes on our social media for the latest, hottest updates!!

“They’re such vultures.” Disgusted, Aelin threw the magazine at Elide, who caught it before it could smack her in the stomach.

Elide huffed. “It’s their job to stir up the people. Be prepared for at least half the interviewers today to ask you about this.” She launched into her daily spiel about what Aelin should expect during the press that she, Dorian and a few of their castmates were filming. “And above all, don’t you dare let Dorian answer any of the questions they’re going to ask about the plot of this season. You know better than anyone how much of a spoiler machine he is. He gets one spoiler this time. One.”

“I might have to tape his big mouth shut,” Aelin joked. “Bet the press would eat that up.”

“Honestly, it might give them something else to yap about.” Elide straightened, one finger up as she recalled something. “Pap walk! We’re doing a round of pap walks to get their attention somewhere else. I’ll text the details, but so far…”

Elide flipped through her notes, and Aelin was about to ask a few follow-up questions when there was a rapid, firm knock on the door.

“What?”

Rowan Whitethorn cracked open the door and stepped into the room. “They’re ready for her in hair and makeup.” He scanned the room, his gaze sharp, alert. “Morning, Miss Galathynius.”

His face was perfectly neutral like it always was, making it impossible to tell if he knew anything about the new rumors. He probably did, but Rowan was so professional, it got unnerving sometimes.

“Morning, Sergeant Whitethorn.” He’d never been in the military, but she called him “Sergeant” anyway. Mostly because it made him delightfully grumpy.

True to form, he frowned, but instead of his usual snarky retort, he just held the door open for her and walked her across the hall to another room, this one full of stylists. She was swept into their whirlwind, and by the time she turned around, her bodyguard was once again outside the door, on watch for any potential mishaps. Rowan really was an excellent security guard.

Too bad he was also a highly wanted criminal.

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Icarus Part 3

Hello! If you haven't seen it yet, I've got a set schedule for what story posts on what days now (as seen here) and this one as well as Well Met By Moonlight, Batshit Soulmates, and Never Hold Back Your Step... will still be posting just on rotation until I can finish some of my WIPs. (I may be stretching myself a bit thin having six going at the same time.)

In this one we have the concert. Eddie stumbles on something big and doesn't know how to deal with it all. And Uncle Wayne is bestest as always.

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The day of the concert dawned abhorrently cheerful and bright. Not a cloud in the sky or any accidents that would prevent Eddie from having to take Dustin to this event. He wouldn’t deign to call it a concert. He had heard the album and seen their posters, but he refused to wander over to YouTube and watch videos of their concerts, interviews, their music videos.

He didn’t want to be even more disappointed that they were all flash and no substance then he was sure he was going to be for the next two hours.

Dustin rolled his eyes when Eddie parked in the huge concert parking lot.

“You’re just salty because I like them as much as I like Corroded Coffin,” he huffed getting out the car. “You have to concede that Abaddon’s vocals are killer.”

Eddie scoffed. “Do not. I haven’t heard them live. Way too many artists use autotune too much these days.”

“You sound like that meme,” he sneered, “‘Old Man Yells at Cloud’.”

Eddie swatted at him playfully. “Am not.” Dustin raised his eyebrow skeptically and he threw his arms in the air. “I’m not. I am a very serious musician, Dusty. The last thing metal needs is some band that can’t write or even play their own instruments. This isn’t pop.”

“You are such an asshole,” he said and turned toward the entrance, leaving Eddie to jog to catch up with him.

Eddie sighed and put his arm around Dustin’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I am being an asshole. I turned into the person I swore I would never be. Those shit for brains critics that hated Corroded Coffin when we first got on the scene. And that was wrong of me.”

Dustin sighed, too. “I just want you to like them too. They are so good if you’d just give them a chance.”

Eddie breathed out through his nose. “Yeah. I can at least give them that.”

They got to their seats and Eddie was a little impressed at Claudia Henderson’s Ticket Master foo. They weren’t front row, but they were only a couple of rows back so you could actually see the stage without having to strain their necks and smack dab in the center of the row.

Dustin would have the best time. And now it was up to Eddie not ruin it for the kid. Because yes, he was still a kid as far as Eddie was concerned. Twenty-one was so fucking young. That was how old most of the band was when they got their record deal, after all. They weren’t prepared for what came next, that’s for sure.

They got settled into their seats and Eddie watched as the rest of the crowd shuffled in. They were all about Dustin’s age with very few exceptions in either direction.

There seemed to be a color theme going on with the girls in the audience though. They were grouped in clumps of red, black, blue, or white. Which made sense if each band member stuck to a certain color palette.

Well he was about to find out, he supposed.

The lights dimmed. The crowd quieted down. The spotlight lit up the drumkit first. And Eddie knew that Gareth would be drooling over it. It was all black with black metal fittings. The kit seemed to collect light almost like a blackhole.

Then from the ceiling, a man dressed all in black being lowered onto the stage with large black raven wings on his back. He wore a black hooded coat over what, Eddie couldn’t tell. It was all black. The shirt, the pants, the boots. Even his mask was all black with even the eyes appearing closed. His feet touched the ground and the crowd went wild.

“Azrael!” the announcer called out.

Azrael settled on the throne and picked up black drum sticks.He counted time above his head and played a wicked solo to the adoring crowd’s absolute delight.

Dustin jumped up and down, screaming.

The spotlight moved to the right side of stage and the next band member descended from the ceiling. Large bat wings adorned his back and he was dressed in red leather fetish gear. Complete with tight leather pants that looked painted on and a matching harness highlighting his bare chest, peeking out from the red leather hooded coat.

His guitar was fucking gorgeous, though. A Warlock, much like Eddie’s own. It was custom painted red with black flames licking up the neck.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but it seemed he was the only one who thought the whole thing was over the top judging from the screams from the girls in the audience.

He didn’t just land gently on the stage like the drummer did, oh no. He fucking stomped onto the stage with a howl.

His wings, like the drummer’s ascended back into the rafters as the announcer shouted, “Asmodeus!”

And then Eddie really did roll his eyes. The demon of lust. Of course he was.

But seconds later Eddie’s jaw dropped to the floor as the man wailed on his guitar driving the crowd further into the frenzy.

Once he finished his solo the crowd quieted again and he could see why. Because just then, descending on gossamer wings that shimmered like starlight, was their bassist.

Everything about him was midnight blue and shimmering like the night. His mask was the face of the moon. He had his own hooded coat, but it was like the night sky, with some kind of crystal or gem sewn in to make the coat glimmer like stars.

His bass was something that Brian would have sold his own mother for and they were as thick as thieves. Eddie didn’t know much about basses considering his sweetheart was an electric guitar, but he could tell it wasn’t expensive but was perfect for his style. A style he showed off with gusto to the audience’s obvious delight.

“Astraeus!” the announcer cried.

Eddie decided that this one was his favorite. It played up the whole mysterious thing without the over the top flash of the guitarist or the sheer void of the drummer.

The audience hushed as the three members of the band began to play what was clearly the lead singer’s entrance music.

And holy fuck was Eddie screwed. This man was descending like a fucking angel sent from God, Jesus pose and all.

He was all in white with an opaque lace mask that had his mouth and chin cut out for him to sing. That surprised Eddie somewhat. He figured that the guy would have his whole face covered like everyone else in the band and that he could lip sync.

But nope. Apparently no one in this band did anything by halves.

The lead singer was wearing a sheer mesh crop top under the hooded floor length coats the whole band was wearing. Only his was white with a silk powder blue lining.

Eddie winced in sympathy. They must get boiling under the lights with those things on.

A few feet from the stage floor there was an explosive pop! And the feathers from his wings flew out into the crowd who was now screaming as if their life depended on the sheer volume coming out them. He looked over at Dustin who was no different.

When Eddie could see the stage again, this angel’s wings were now skeletal and gothic.

He landed in front of microphone whose stand had been decorated with a scarf in each of of the band members’ signature colors.

“Abbadon!” the announcer yelled for the final time.

And Eddie was in love. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Dustin must have seen his expression because he was suddenly tugging on Eddie’s arm and screaming, “I told you!!”

“Indy!” Abbadon growled, grabbing the mic. “Thank you so much for having us! Let’s get this started.”

Then he began to sing and yeah, Eddie knew that the guy had charm, but this was a whole new level of epic. He was enthralled.

He didn’t utter a fucking word for several songs. But then it happened. Eddie couldn’t believe it. He hurried to snap a picture to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

But there it was it in living color. He turned to Dustin to see if he saw it too, but the kid was too busy screaming and jumping up and down.

Eddie’s jaw fell.

That couldn’t be right, couldn’t it? That Dustin didn’t know? Eddie looked back up on stage and a lot of the puzzle pieces started slotting in place. His heart sank a little.

He shook his head to clear it of dark thoughts. He didn’t know the reason for any of this and leaping to conclusions would only get a shit ton of people hurt. Especially the boy next to him.

Eddie let the music wash over him. Let the magic of metal soothe his soul. Soon he was jumping up and down and headbanging with the rest of the crowd. Right hand flashing the devil’s horns, left hand out to steady himself he let himself enjoy the band’s stage presence.

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To say that Eddie’s mind was fucking blown would be an understatement. He pestered Dustin all the way home with rapid fire questions. Where did the band tour last time? What was their schedule this time? Was it a six month tour or an eighteen month tour last time?

Dustin answered each question with growing excitement, thinking that Eddie had finally grown to love this band as much as he had.

Eddie on the other hand felt a growing sense of dread. Well... maybe dread was the wrong word. It was certainly a sinking feeling. One he really had to exam closely.

At least he could honestly say that he fell in love with the music before he found out his little secret.

And fuck what a secret it was.

He dropped Dustin off at home and drove out to the ranch that he had gifted to Wayne when Corroded Coffin first made it big. It was a beautiful, sprawled out home surrounded by acres of land and Eddie loved it even more than Wayne did.

Eddie stumbled through the door and was surprised to see Wayne drinking hot chocolate and reading a sports magazine in his expensive recliner. And yet, at the same time, not really that surprised.

“You do realize I’m no longer that fucked up kid with anger issues,” Eddie huffed on his way to the kitchen to grab a beer, “that were almost as bad as the troubles with the law, right?”

Wayne chuckled. “Maybe so. But you’re still my boy and I’ll keep worrying about you until the day I die.”

Eddie popped open the can of beer and sat down on the sofa. He leaned his head back on the back cushion with a heavy sigh.

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “What’s stewing around in that head of yours?”

Eddie slowly raised his head. “What would you do if you accidentally found out something about a friend that they were keeping from everyone they knew?”

Wayne set down his magazine. “That would depend on the secret. Is it hurting anyone?”

“Is what hurting anyone?” Eddie asked. “The secret?” Wayne nodded and Eddie frowned, really thinking about it.

“Maybe some feelings,” he said after a moment. “But it’s not dangerous like they committed a crime or anything. It’s not even about their sexuality.”

Wayne hummed thoughtfully. “And is it a big secret or a little one?”

Again Eddie was forced to think hard about what that meant. “I guess it depends on the person, but in my eyes it’s pretty big.”

The elder Munson nodded. “Do you feel hurt by this secret?”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I do.” He bowed his head and let out a shuddering breath.

“Is there a reason you think he wouldn’t have told you?” Wayne pressed.

“Of course no–” Eddie stopped as his brain caught up to his mouth. “Shit.”

Wayne raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Eddie admitted shyly. “There’s a pretty good reason why he wouldn’t have told me. And now I feel like the shit friend.”

Wayne stood up and pulled Eddie into a big hug. “Maybe so, but you have the time to course correct and show this friend that you are worthy of his secret.”

Eddie nodded. “Thanks, Uncle Wayne,” he mumbled into Wayne’s neck.

“I’m just glad I could help.”

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[inthepeakymidwinter]

Cruel Summer (Thomas Shelby x Reader)

Summary: Y/N tries to move on after seeing Thomas with another woman. Thomas comes back after weeks wondering where Y/N went.

Based on this anon ask:

“Hello! Can you please do Tommy is jealous that Y/N is moving on after having a crush on him for years but he was too focused on Grace? He realizes that he loves Y/n more than Grace after seeing her with another man”

Word Count: 2718

TW: drinking, alcohol

(Sorry it took me sooo long! Hope you all enjoy!)

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It’s been weeks since I slept after finding out that Tommy was with Grace. It shook my nervous system in ways I didn’t expect it to. I shouldn’t care as much as my heart actively does. I stopped going outside to water my plants. I stopped eating breakfast and lunch. The only thing I could hold down was tea. It took many days to feel like a person again. The night I caught them kissing at the derby my heart shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. I hadn’t seen Tommy since that day, and I swore to myself that I wouldn’t plan on it. I ran out of that stadium and never looked back.

Strangely enough as one door closed another began to open. Thomas’ brother John had knocked on the door to my townhome one early morning. I answered the door in my pajamas, with my hair messy and wild, sipping a cup of tea out of one hand. “John?” I asked him, looking ahead of him to see if anyone else was with him. He stood there with a perfectly dry-cleaned suit on and his hair slicked back.

“Have you seen Tommy around?” He questioned; his demeanor was so serious that it almost felt like an interrogation.

I turned furious in an instant. “You really think I’ve seen him? I haven’t been out in weeks. What makes you think he’d be with me?” I shouted.

“Aye come off it. I didn’t mean anything by it. Last time I saw he was off to the woods for some gypsy thing. No one's seen him since…are you okay Y/N?” John asked sincerely.

“I’ll be fine John” I mumbled, looking down at his shiny black leather shoes. I took another sip of tea before I felt John’s hand on my cheek, slowly lifting my head up with his thumb so out eyes would meet.

“I know yer not” He sighed. I shook my head slowly and he rushed himself through the door, making his way into my kitchen. “Y’know Y/N if i had known any better I would have come by sooner…just haven’t seen you around…i thought you’d be coming by the betting shop any day now” He admitted.

“John, I barely make it out of my bed most days what makes you think I’d even make it to the betting shop?” I hissed.

John smiled, then realized what i said and how severe it was. His demeanor changed into a melancholic look, and he walked over to me. “Don’t tell me that” he said with his lips trembling. “Why have you done this, Y/N what happened?” John questioned me.

I looked down at the floor and then back up at him. His brown eyes stared me down until something came out of my mouth. “I just…saw him with her” Tears started to form in my eyes.

“Oh, fook me Y/N, him? You have feelings for him?” John asked. “You deserve so much better than my sorry excuse of a brother. He may be my brother, but he has flaws Y/N. Flaws that you are nowhere near” He told the truth and I believed him for once. I always knew Tommy had big dark secrets. I just didn’t know how bad they were and maybe that was for the best. “We’re going out tonight. You and me, eh?” John insisted, holding my hand as he spoke. I smiled for the first time in a long time. I wasn’t ready but with John i felt like i could take a leap. “Put a nice dress on, I’ll pick you up at 8” John said and kissed my cheek. I blushed involuntarily as I watched him walk out of my townhome confidently. He always had this charisma about him, all of the Shelby brothers did. It was effortless to them.

At around 6:30pm I started getting ready. I put on winged black liner on my eyes, and slipped on a tight black dress with lace trim.

At exactly 8pm just like he said, John arrived in front of my house to pick me up. I decided to walk out of my home and saw John get out of the car immediately. He raced up to the passenger door and opened it for me. “You know I would’ve knocked on your door” He stated.

“I figured, but I was impatient” I smiled back at him.

“Well you look absolutely stunning tonight” John complimented. I nodded in his direction and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“So where are we going?” I asked him with a smile.

“You’ll see very soon” John stated and shut the door once i got in. He drove us to a bar that i had never been to. We went in and he got us drinks right away. I sat quietly in a booth with him as we giggled about old times and drank beer to our hearts content. After a few hours John cursed out of nowhere. “Fook me I forgot to pick up Arthur from the Garrison. Linda’s gonna have my arse” He groaned as he got up from the booth.

“I-It’s okay John I can go with you” I sighed. Maybe John was right. Maybe Tommy didn’t dare show his face in this town anymore.

John nodded at me and went up to the bartender to pay his tab, then we went back to his car and drove to the Garrison. John turned the car off and turned his attention to me. “Are ye sure you want to come in?” He asked politely.

“I’ll be fine John” I placed my hand on his and gave him a small smile. He held my hand for a minute in return before letting go and getting out of the car. He walked to the passenger side and opened my door, letting me get out before he slammed the door shut. We walked into the Garrison with our hands intertwined and John yelled out for Arthur. He was drunk off of his face, sitting at the bar and laughing with a random man I’ve never seen before. And by the looks of Johns confused face, neither did he.

“Alright Arthur come with us. Don’t wanna keep that Linda waiting do we” John spoke, trying to coax Arthur out of his drunken state.

Arthur looked at John and back to his drink then guzzled his entire glass of dark liquor in one go. “I’m waiting for Tommy. He said he’d be back” He slurred.

John groaned audibly, “Arthur, Y/N and I are taking you home. Tommy’s not coming he-“

“He what” Thomas spoke from the bar’s entrance. My stomach turned and I no longer felt happy from all those drinks like I did a minute ago.

Thomas and I exchanged quick glances before his gaze went back to his brothers. John stood in shock for a moment but it quickly faded to anger. “You don’t get to just leave us without an explanation Tom” He growled.

“I never left. Did I Arthur?” Thomas asked and walked up closer to the two brothers.

“Aye. He’s been out with his woman I reckon” Arthur raised his empty glass in support but Thomas grew furious.

“Never said anything like that you drunken bastard” Tommy growled.

“You didn’t have to” John huffed and walked towards me. He motioned to go out the door and i nodded my head in agreement, taking his hand once more.

“Where the hell are you two going?” Thomas roared from behind.

“We’re leaving for the night. You enjoy Arthur” John smiled before leaving the bar with me. I walked out of the garrison with John and felt myself crumbling. I walked the cobblestone street to get to his car and stopped.

“John…I need to go home” I croaked out.

“Y/N Please tonight was supposed to-“ He pleaded.

“John I need to go right now” I huffed, nearly running to the car at this point.

I made it to the car and opened the door myself, hopping in as fast as I could. John got in and slammed his driver side door, turning the car on angrily.

“I didn’t want this to happen” He sighed.

“What?” I asked grumpily.

“Just all of it. Fuckin Tom” He growled.

“Just take me home, John” I mumbled. Completely over seeing Thomas in person. I just wanted to climb into a hole and die.

The ride home was silent. Nothing but John’s breathing and cursing under his breath. It took us 15 minutes until I finally made it home. I made it home and rushed out of the car, slamming the door and storming into my townhouse after unlocking the door. I closed the door behind me and locked it, making sure no peaky ever got in.

I stepped into my kitchen and ran to the cupboard beside my refrigerator. I opened it and took out the bottle of red wine that had been sitting there for months. I went to fetch a bottle opened from the drawer beside it and heard a loud knock at the door.

“Leave me alone John” I shouted and proceeded to open the bottle of wine. I twisted the cork and it popped out of the bottle. Then yet again another knock. “I told you to leave me alone!” I yelled. I sighed deeply and got a wine glass out of my upper cabinets, pouring wine into my glass and taking a large swig.

Suddenly the knocks on my front door grew louder and i couldn’t take it anymore.

I cursed under my breath and stomped to the front door, unlocking it and about to curse out the person behind the door.

“I told you to leave me-“ I yelled until I saw who the person behind the door was. Thomas Shelby in the flesh.

“You can hate me all you want but do NOT get revenge by using my brothers” He argued with his baby blue eyes and perfectly styled dark hair.

“I wasn’t getting revenge anyone. It's something called moving on” I huffed and tried closing the door on him. Thomas held the door open and stared me down.

“Then why go out with John” He asked me with hurt in his eyes.

“It’s none of your business, Tom. Go home” I stated and tried to close the front door again, but it was no use.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” Tommy asked angrily. I wanted to curse him out but instead I took a deep breath and stepped outside on the front stoop with him and shut the door behind me.

“Thomas I’m trying to move on. The same as you did weeks ago with that blonde girl. I’m tired of you being in my life” I huffed and nearly cried. Just a minute later rain started to pour onto us. I felt cold drops trickle down my shoulders and looked down at them sliding down my arms.

When suddenly Thomas asked me, “…Why don’t you want me in your life, Y/N” This time with a fallen face and broken-down demeanor.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I wasn’t prepared to tell him anything about what I saw those past weeks ago. “You need to go Thomas…I-I can’t handle this right now” I croaked and tried to pull myself together.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the fuck is going on” He raised his voice and stared at me deeply with his light blue eyes. The rain had trickled down his head by now, making his dark hair completely wet and straight. He looked good and it just pissed me off even more.

“I never kissed anyone in front of you! Never fucking liked…anyone other than you. And then you go off with other people disappearing for weeks” I cried out and avoided his gaze.

“I didn’t think you wanted me. You ignored me every time we all went drinking. That’s why I went for Grace, but she was using me. Trying to find our guns. Trying to end our company. That’s why I had to leave. I was off the grid” Thomas explained. I sighed and sat on my front steps. Not caring if the rain made me wetter, I just needed to think properly.

“I can't let you go Y/N. Not like this. Nothings started between us. I’ve never got to tell you how I felt” Thomas spoke from behind me.“Y/N look at me” He ordered. I turned to face him, and he stepped down a stair, sitting beside me with his body turned fully towards me.

“I rather die than hurt you. I wish I never did. I don’t want to lose you Y/N” Thomas confessed. I stared at him completely breathless, my hair dripping wet with rainwater. Thomas placed his hands on either side of my face. My eyes closed as I fell into his caress. “Please Y/N” He begged. I started to cry softly, and he wrapped me into his arms. Hugging me with an urgent tightness. I’ve never felt so comforted by anyone like that. “Tell me what you want…be honest, me or John” He gave me an ultimatum. My cheeks flushed a vibrant red color as I left his embrace and stared into his inviting gaze.

“You really don’t know who I like do you…” I asked him.

“I really don’t Y/N…you’re driving me insane right now. Waltzing in with him” He spoke with frustration.

“Me? Like you didn’t drive me to insanity weeks ago? You’ll be fine” I laughed in his face as the rain fully poured down onto us.

“I need you” He spoke, his voice much deeper than it was before.

“And I need a mental vacation but we don’t always get our way Thomas Shelby” I sighed and placed my hands on the stairs, holding myself up.

“Why are you doing this? You just figure when one person finally moves on that you can just come back, and everything would be normal again? You don’t understand how miserable I was because of you. John had to get me out of bed just to be a person again. And you think you can come over once and propose an ultimatum and make everything fine. I’m sick of it Thomas Shelby” I confessed with anger making my blood boil.

“Y/N…I’m sorry. For everything. I didnt know what happened to you. I didn’t even think you cared. No one told me where you went and i had to lay low. I wrote millions of letters i never got to send. I promise I will make everything up to you. Just tell me who you want the most” He pleaded and shuffled closer to me.

“It’s never been John…from the start you were the only person I wanted” I admitted. Getting near his familiar ocean blue eyes was enough for me to become lightheaded. He placed a hand on my wet cheek once more, staring back into my soul like he saw right through me. Rain drops trickled down his forehead making his jaw look even more chiseled.

He carefully placed his thumb on my bottom lip and swiped over it softly. “I’d really like it if you were all mine…permanently” Thomas growled.

“I’ve only been waiting for months” I mumbled out before he leaned in close and kissed me roughly like he yearned for this moment for centuries. The rain came down so hard i couldn’t think straight. I kissed him back. Tasting a mix of my own salty tears and rain water diluting them. I locked my lips against Thomas’ with him repeating back the same way. We shared sloppy, compelling kisses that didn’t stop until we both had to come up for air. When we did, Thomas pressed his forehead against mine and closed his eyes.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N” He breathed.

“Me too.” I smiled. “Let’s go get warmed up. I have wine waiting inside” I offered.

“Sounds like a dream” Thomas spoke and stood up off of the stairs, grabbing my hand and pulling me up in one go. The night ended with us lying in bed without clothes, overly drunk and tangled in the sheets. His big arms holding me tight as we drifted off into a good night’s sleep.

[laurenwalshart]

So I love Druids in WoW. I love their lore, their diversity & complexity, but the magic they use and how they use it is hard to untangle for RP. A new quest in Hallowfall may explain how Dreamwalking works!

Some spoilers ahead if you haven’t done “The Last Mage” in Hallowfall.

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In “The Last Mage” we learn that teleportation can use memory as an anchor point. It can use something as simple as a plant's memory of where it was grown. This means that plants hold memory. We’ve recently been introduced to memory magic with the Kyrian and the Primus in the Shadowlands who use Anima as a source of their magic. Since non-sentient life can hold memory it may be that memory is linked to Anima and thereby Spirit and Decay, meaning you may be able to access memory via these raw elemental pathways. 

This then could explain how Druids in WoW are able to Dreamwalk and physically teleport to the Dreamway without arcane based teleportation. Since most of the trees in the Dreamway are connected to G’hanir in some way (via the acorn used to plant Nordrassil) it means you are literally traveling a spirit/memory network of G’hanir, the Mother Tree. That in turn poses an interesting question about the origin of G’hanir & how Amirdrassil connects to the Dreamway. Since we know Elune is connected to the creation of Amirdrassil’s seed and that She offers seeds of trees in The Legend of Elun’ahir as a part of her portfolio and habits it may be an even larger network of seeds and trees connected to Elune and spans the cosmos (See Thiernax). Further proof that it may be Elune’s memories is the fact that your character casts a moon spell effect and you are bathed in moonlight as you cast Dreamwalking. As an added note we’ve also seen this type of non-arcane teleportation magic in Ardenweald with Marasmius’s fungal network which again likely uses anima, spirit, and/or decay.

Since all life, sentient and non-sentient, has memory and spirit it provides some more clarity on other things like how Malfurion is able to speak to trees (essentially he is witnessing their memories) and more context regarding the Wild God, Aessina. This connection of spirit with all things may explain why she is “the center of the web of life.” She is essentially a Wild God of Spirit connecting all living things. It is no shock then that she is found deep in the oldest and wildest of forests where the concentration of Spirit from old trees is strongest for her and wisps to manifest. It too could explain why those that are deeply devoted to a particular forest and the spirit of that forest become wisps to serve in death because their spirit is so closely tied to that one place.

This may also expand our understanding of the Ancients of Lore, War, and Arcane as well. We already know that Ancients have vast knowledge and wisdom and pass this knowledge on to Druids, but this access to Spirit and the memory of the plant life may be the source of their knowledge making them vital tutors in this interconnected web of life.

It may be that the environment that an Ancient is from or tends to informs what they will become - an Ancient in a peaceful place with many Druids may become an Ancient of Lore, an Ancient from a land that has seen continued conflict may become an Ancient of War, land that has been heavily influenced by the Arcane may become an Ancient of Arcane. We also see that the biome they are from affects them as well. We see this with the coral like Ancients in Nazjatar and the Ancients on Dreanor that reflect their biomes in how they are formed.

This web of life/spirit in nature may also be why Blight and Fel corruption are so hard to cleanse and why it affects the elements as well. Both Blight and Fel may use the spirit of the land and nature to continuously fuel itself making it a magical runaway fire that is almost impossible to control. Fel in particular seems to use Spirit like kindling. Nearly every zone you go to that has been touched by the fel is either in a state of decay or completely barren.

The corruption of Spirit poses an interesting concept as well. If Spirit is the conduit of memory then perhaps Decay acting as Spirit’s elemental counterpart is the conduit of madness and why it pairs so well with the Void. This lines up with things like the Emerald Nightmare and Shadow Flame, both have connections to the Void and both drive those corrupted by it to madness. While the Void and its infinite possibilities and whispers may be the source of madness, the element of Decay may be the channel by which it is able to make contact.

With a network of memory like this there is no need for recorded history. Just like Druids of our own history, knowledge is passed down from Teacher to Student, Shan’do to Thero'shan and on Azeroth the forest itself may be your teacher if you are able to listen.

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For Roleplay of a Druid, all of this may offer your character a new reason to hold a grove, a certain forest, and the land so sacred because they hold ancient memories that can be passed down. Also maybe this might help players see the enigmatic network of knowledge your Druid might have access to. 

Also in my personal opinion this all means that D&D spells like “Speak with Plants” and “Transport via Plants” are viable spells for Druids in WoW rp with all the concepts stated above as long as your character has a memory of that tree/plant and your dm’s permission of course!

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Hope you enjoyed my deep dive into this concept and I would love to hear your thoughts! I have a ton of more theories about the cycle of life from the Druidic perspective, World Trees, the Nightmare, Thros, and more. One day I'll get around to posting them.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Farmers Market

Bill Weasley x Reader

((Can be read as platonic because there needs to be more platonic fics :>))

Summary: You wanted to go to your local farmers market. Get some fresh foods, see interesting things, just have a nice day. That’s when you see a new stand pop up. How could you resist? Not every day you see a gaggle of red heads

You just LOVED visiting the farmers market. Once a week, you would visit. Given it was in such a close walking distance, it made life easier. Fresh food for good prices. How could anyone refuse such a thing? A favorite routine to enjoy.

With your basket on your arm, and outfit dusted off, you were off to the little slice of heaven. Just walking down the street. Giving a wave hello to your neighbors, and having pep. Was always so nice to just get some fresh air. Was a perfect day. Just the right amount of sun, and just enough breeze to keep the heat low. You just adored it.

When you arrived you visited your favorite farmers. Saying hi to them, and picking out your favorites. With how often you visited, they always made sure to set aside the best for you. Supporting local farmers is the best, and it’s appreciated after all.

As you did your routine, you noticed a new stand. The little pop up was quite eye catching. Bright colors that catch attention easy. Said bright colors being brilliant red hair on each person there. You had never seen hair of such a shade like that, unless dye counts. Can’t be dye, since the smallest of the children had that same wild shade. Had you invested quickly, and you were soon walking over.

“Well hey there-!” You assumed the oldest said, as he was having a little girl on his hip. Cute little pig tails, and snuggling her tightly. Protective of him, and clearly defensive of anyone who got too close. Must be the youngest, and the baby girl.

“Hey. I haven’t seen this little stand before. You knew here?” You asked, as you looked around. It just had so many things. Hand made paper, soaps, fruits and veggies, meats, and many different types of hand made things. Plenty being sweets.

“Yep. Names Bill. Bill Weasley. That guy over there is Charlie, that guy with the book is Percy, those two trouble makers are Fred and George, the one talking to mum is Ron, and this little girl is Ginny. Yeah uh. Mum has a lot of kids.” He chuckled, as the baby sister kept playing with his ponytail. Had you giggle, as she yanked on it. Making him squeak, and her giggle.

“What can we do ya for?” He asked, as he tickled his baby sister’s tummy. Made her squeal in delight, as she kicked her little bare feet. You adored how sweet he was to the little girl. So full of love.

“I was actually interested in those tins. With the sweets-“ You asked. That seemed to catch the twins attention, and they weee quick to be side by side with their eldest brother. Big, proud, smiles on their freckled cheeks.

“Those sweets were hand made by these two. Don’t worry, I made sure none of them will turn you into a newt.” He teases, as the twins have a pout. Regardless, they were quick to pick the tins up. Excited to share.

“This one tastes like grape! Grapes my favorite-!” “And this one tastes like oranges! Oranges are MY favorite-!” The twins would echo each other, as they explained what those candy’s were. The hard candy, the chewy kind, just such confidence.

“Percy is the one to make the hand made paper. He’s pretty proud of that. Ron and Ginny help with the soaps. That leather-? Me and Charlie. Charlie and I would hunt for a bit, and turn the leftovers into soaps and leather. No waste in this family.” Bill would explain, as he would hand Ginny off to Charlie. She gave a huff, but that second sibling was quick to entertain her.

“You are all quite talented. It’s admirable.” You would admit, as you were in awe that people so young were able to create candy. GOOD candy no less, as you were offered a sample. It was like heaven. You couldn’t compare it to any other candy you’ve had before. It was beyond words.

“We all have a talent for something in this family.” Bill would shrug, as if it wasn’t a big deal. You thought it was. You found your new favorite table now. You just had to. These kids deserved to know their hard work wasn’t for nothing.

“I’ll have this, and that, and that-“ You would pick out. Sure it was going to be a bit pricey, but this was your spending money for a reason. Besides, it went to a clearly well deserving family. The way those twins were beaming was just to much to handle.

“MUM MUM-! WE SOLD OUR CANDY-!” They were cheering, as Bill would chuckle. Hardly could count the change, as the twins were jumping for joy to their mother. The woman giving them a tired, but proud, smile.

“Means more than you know. Mum is uh….Complicated about the twins wanting to grow up to be inventors. Like I get it, but exactly a job that can be successful.” Bill would whisper to you, as he would place the items in your bag. You gave a nod, as you watched them bounce in pure joy. So proud, and happy. They deserved the support.

“Will you be here next week?” You asked, as he smirked. With a nod. “Yeah, for sure.” He winked, as you chuckled at the banter you shared.

“Hypothetically-“ “That’s a really bug word-“ “Yeah. Anyway, what would happen to be your favorite flavor?” The twins would ask you, with those big doe eyes. How could you resist? You told them, and they were quick to huddle to a corner to brain storm.

“Be careful. If they like you too much, you’ll be pranked to hell and back.” He warned you, as you brushed it off. What’s the worse they could do?

“Can’t wait to see you again. Those two are going to never shut up about you now. Their ‘first customer ever-!’ They’ll cheer.” He was sounding more proud than the twins were. You admired that greatly. He clearly wanted the twins to succeed at their dreams. Made your heart warm.

“See you soon-!” Ginny would wave, as Charlie would mimic her tiny wave. You would return the gesture, before taking your leave. Still able to hear those twins cheering and bragging to their siblings.

When you finally returned home, and unloaded your things, you noticed something odd with your items. Made you think.

For starters, you swore the candy you had bought had changed color. Somehow brighter than it originally was. The paper you got as well was off. You swore the black specks on it were moving. Made you worry they were bugs, but you touched it to feel nothing. Another odd trait was there was a little note.

“Come to Ottery St. Catchpole sometime. You can’t miss us. Hope to see you sometime. William.”

Suppose you made a bigger impression than you thought. Had you giggling with excitement, that you completely missed the fact that a runt of a gnome had climbed out of your still packed bag. Quick to make itself cozy in your backyard.

Guess that’s what you get for talking to strangers.

[ghostdiva]

Pomni's Character Arc Analysis

So, I made like, 2 posts in the past that talked about the amazing digital circus (specifically Jax). I’ve made edits and theories that didn’t get much attention, but the theory of Jax’s character Gimmick, and my character analysis for Jax got some good feedback. This has sparked the idea that people here like reading what I have to say on the amazing digital circus. There are also some topics I haven’t seen anyone talk about on the amazing digital circus, and I seriously want to bring more attention to it.

that said, full disclaimer, the rest of this is 6 pages long. so be ready for that.

So today’s wall of texts will be about Pomni’s character development.

I’ve only seen 1 post even allude to the growth and development Pomni’s character has gone through over the course of the 4 episodes of TADC, and I seriously want to shed more light on it. I’m also going to go on a bit of a tangent when I get to episode 2, because there’s a bit that NO ONE HAS TALKED ABOUT. AND I DON’T CARE IF I’M LOOKING TOO DEEP OR NOT. THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS THAT I THINK SHOULDN’T BE IGNORED! THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

-ahem-, sorry about that. Anyway let's start with the pilot.

Now, the pilot has a lot of world building, along with Pomni’s arrival to the digital circus, so the narrative really makes us relate to Pomni, because we, as the viewer, know just about as much as she does when it comes to the digital world. That’s why the first 4 minutes are just exposition, showing the characters, their names, where they are, and little bits of character lore + the digital world's inner workings are sprinkled here and there to add depth.

Now, many people speculated if Pomni’s behavior in the pilot was just her reacting to her new, wild circumstance, or if it truly was just how she is as a character. I believe it’s a mix of both. Pomni is a naturally anxious character, and it’s made clear by her expressions and how she holds herself. Hell, the only thing that stopped Pomni from having a panic attack within the first few minutes of her being in the digital world was her confusion at the censor bar. Which, by the way, is an actual grounding technique that is taught to those looking to go into psyche fields. 

Anyway, I think it’s worth noting that Pomni barely interacts with any of the circus members throughout the entire pilot. The 2 characters that she interacts with the most are Ragatha and Jax. Ragatha ends up telling Pomni more about why none of them have been trying to leave, stating it’s impossible and briefly going down an existential spiral in the process. Jax takes a moment to once again tease her on the delusions she held upon arriving to the digital world, and that’s it as far Pomni and Jax interactions go in the pilot. Jax dips once all 3 of them find Kaufmo’s abstraction, and Ragatha gets slammed around, leaving her glitched and jumbled. This leaves Pomni to run for her life, after preemptively apologizing to Ragatha for doing so. Afterall, Pomni doesn’t really know any of them yet. They’re all strangers to her. And she spends the rest of the pilot alone. Pomni only reconvenes with everyone when Caine teleports her back to the tent after she accidentally went into the void. The Pilot ends with Pomni sitting at a table, surrounded by everyone, who seem to be talking with one another, though we can’t hear their dialogue. An interesting thing I noticed is that none of the circus members tried to talk to Pomni at all, sure it would’ve interrupted the beautiful rendition of the theme song, but it also makes a point in solidifying that she doesn’t know any of the people around her. They’re all strangers who don’t have a single reason to care about her, as she also doesn’t have much reason to care about them. Of course there is some, like, surface level decency, but like, most strangers tend to have some surface level decency to those around them. So that’s not really worth much as far as bonds and friendships go.

We definitely see Pomni carrying that feeling of loneliness and isolation as we go into the second episode. Going into the second episode, the first thing we see is Pomni’s dream/nightmare sequence. It shows her standing alone in the main stage area, alone. She calls out, to see if anyone is nearby, and doesn’t get a response. She starts walking forward, and sees something traumatic. This thing pushes her to her breaking point, and she looks down to see her arm abstracted. She panics and starts calling out to anyone for help. No one helps. She’s sent down into a hole screaming and begging, and the silhouettes of Caine, Ragatha, and Jax seem to brush off her abstracting, just as they’d brushed her off when she asked about the exit door. Afterall, how could she trust them if they didn’t trust her too?

Pomni has an abrupt wake up call, and Ragatha guides her toward joining the adventure with the others. At the very beginning of the adventure, Pomni noticeably lags behind everyone else. She seems to follow them all from a distance, under the belief that they don’t really care about her, and as such she’s not really trying to play an active role. One could compare what she’s trying to do to shadowing someone on the first day of a new job. Which makes Pomni’s cagey behavior understandable when Ragatha tries to see what Pomni could do to help out. Jax’s following actions sort of solidify Pomni’s belief that none of them really care about her, as Jax throws her out of the truck. The rest of the circus crew seem to show a blatant disregard for Pomni’s safety and well-being, as she has no idea that she can’t really die by normal means anymore. Again, it’s something she takes as them just not caring about her. And then she gets separated from the group when the trucks collide, sending the main group over the edge of a cliff, and the NPC’s + Pomni spinning into a cliff. Unfortunately the collision there was a bit wonky, so both Pomni and Gummigoo end up clipping through the floor and falling through a void of Utah teapots, and into the test room below. Now, it is here that Pomni actually starts to make a connection with someone. I genuinely think it’s because upon becoming self aware, Gummigoo was just as lost and confused as she was when she first arrived. I haven’t seen anyone else point this out or talk about it. And I seriously considered making a post back when the second episode came out, but I forgot, oops. But, the main difference between Pomni’s situation and Gummigoo’s situation, is that Gummigoo has Chad and Max that care about him. Pomni doesn’t think anyone cares about her, and it’s heavily implied in the dialogue she shares with Gummigoo. I’m gonna give some quotes, and in parenthesis I’m gonna put what it implies.

“Feeling like you’re nothing is… kinda normal” (I know what it’s like to feel like you’re nothing, it sometimes even feels normal to feel that way)

“Y-you still care about your buddies up there, don’t you? I’m sure they still care about you.” (I don’t have anyone who cares about me, but I know you do) [it’s her tone that implies it to me]

“I guess I just don’t want you to feel like you’re nothing. I don’t want anybody to feel like that” (I know what it’s like to feel like you’re nothing, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone)

“I’m sure you wouldn’t belong any less than me” (if we’re both capable of experiencing the same struggles, then we are the same on that level, regardless of how we originated)

“I could use a friend” (it’d be nice to know someone cares about me, and I’d care about them in return)

Pomni’s dialogue here heavily implies that she has dealt with depression before, and she likely still experiences symptoms of depression from time to time. Perhaps before the circus, Pomni had seen a therapist about it, and that therapist helped her realize when she was feeling depressed, and helped her develop coping mechanisms or ways to get out of that depression. Maybe she took anti-depressants, or maybe she had a mix of the 2. I personally believe she just saw a therapist about it, opting to not take pills because she couldn’t comfortably afford it.

Getting back on topic though, I’ve seen absolutely no one talk about the implications that Pomni has experience with depression in the second episode. The most I’ve seen is stuff about grief, because Caine kills Gumigoo when Pomni tries to bring him to the circus with her. This makes Pomni go through grief, because Caine essentially killed her first friend in the circus in front of her. Those 2 bonded over being depressed and struggling to cope with their crazy circumstances, and Pomni basically lost Gumigoo for trying to bring her friend back with her.

It’s only when Pomni is invited to Kaufmo’s funeral that we start to see her start to let down her walls a bit. When she attends Kaufmo’s funeral, we, as the viewer, can practically see the moment Pomni realizes that they’re all there for each other. They do care about her, and their care for her goes farther than common decency. It’s that sense of comradery, in the mindset of “we’re all stuck in this bad situation, but we’re stuck together”.

Episode 3 is the episode that pushes Pomni to her very limits. See, episode 2 helped Pomni establish that the members of the circus were there for her. Episode 3 pushes her to actually need their support.

When the adventure begins, Pomni states almost immediately that she’s not a fan of horror, and has difficulty handling things like jumpscares. I believe this is due to Pomni’s nervous nature. She’s already prone to being high strung in normal settings, so when external stressors pull those strings even tighter, she’s bound to snap. Anyway, it’s not even 5 minutes into the adventure when Pomni does in fact, get scared by something. A cute little ghost named Ghostly. Pomni, after getting so scared her eyes popped out of their sockets, is confused and concerned when her eyes won’t retract. Kinger comments on the wild take like everyone has had one at some point, apparently he still remembers his. Pomni lets Kinger pick up her eyes as he tries to help retract her eyes so they’re back in her head. However when Gangle loses her mask to the scary door, Kinger sees another circus member needing help, and tries to help Gangle by diving after her comedy mask. Kinger forgot to let go of Pomni’s eye though, so he ends up dragging her with him down the scary door.

When Pomni and Kinger end up in the trophy room, seeing fucked up taxidermied versions of their heads mounted on the walls, Pomni is very tightly strung. She gets so caught up in the actual horror that she briefly loses her sense of surroundings, accidentally bumping into Kinger. This really showcases how sensitive to horror Pomni is. The recorded tapes and trophy heads are passively unsettling at most, and that alone is enough to spike Pomni’s nerves so much she becomes irritable; snapping, being sarcastic, and even sometimes experiencing hysterics. There are even moments in episode 3 where we, as the viewer, can visually see Pomni catching herself snapping at Kinger, and visibly seeming to feel bad about it. She doesn’t want to take her stress out on Kinger like that, but the stress from the horror is pushing her so hard that it’s practically involuntary. Kinger, the awesome character he is, doesn’t seem to take any offense when Pomni snaps at him or gets annoyed. Also the more lucid he gets the less Pomni snaps at him. I think it’s like a parallel line with Kinger’s rising lucidity, and Pomni noticing something is up with Kinger, but not questioning it until they’re both in hell. There is also the factor that Kinger was doing more of the handling of the stressful/scary situations the more lucid he got. 

Anyway, when Pomni and Kinger do actually arrive in hell, Pomni actually starts breaking down. All the stress from the horror has built up, and Pomni is basically mentally done with the adventure. Kinger manages to Keep her calm and focused for a few minutes, as he tries to figure out how to go through the hall of the damned without dealing with the evil souls. Pomni, however, had hit her mental limits a while ago, and she just wanted this adventure to be done. So Pomni just ran in, hoping if she was fast enough she’d be fine. Pomni’s hopes were woefully wrong, as she gets literally possessed for her troubles. When Kinger eventually beats the evil souls out of her, Pomni, now back in her own body again, visually has a panic attack. Her chest heaves as she rapidly looks around, as if trying to visually ground herself. After that she continues breaking down. Kinger tries to reassure her, but his reassurances fail based on their circumstance. So he offers to have them both relax for a bit while nothing is chasing them. It’s with that offer, that all the fear, panic, and stress that Pomni had been dealing with, just lets itself out as she breaks down crying. Kinger contemplates comforting Pomni, but doesn’t know if touching her would make it worse or not, and decides not to risk it. So he uses his words instead. Kinger owns up to the fact that it was his actions that forced Pomni down this path, and he apologizes for it. Pomni, who is once again confused out of her panic (like in the pilot), asks Kinger why he’s been acting so different lately. Kinger drops his dead wife lore, and then offers Pomni some advice. The connections they make with the other members of the circus help give their existence meaning. Hold on to the good memories you have, and cherish those around you. The worst thing you can do in this world is make something feel that they’re not wanted or loved.

Pomni immediately takes this advice to heart, scooching closer to Kinger and telling him she’s glad he’s with her. And then after that, she thanks Ragatha for always being concerned about her.

This really solidifies the aspect of Pomni having to sometimes rely on the other members of the circus for help, and prompts Pomni to start establishing connections with the other circus members.

In episode 4, Pomni gets considerably less screen time. I think it’s mostly in part to the main part of her character development being done. There are established messages that Pomni has received, and now we, as the viewer, get to see Pomni put the things she learned into practice. Now, episode 4 had a lot of people in the fandom going “omg abstragedy? Let’s go? Even the creator thinks they’d be good for each other? Omg? Does this mean abstragedy is canon?”(platonically yes, romantically no). However very few people were like “oh Pomni being friends with Gangle? Yes, give me more”, which I think is borderline criminal.

Anyway, onto the episode itself. Pomni takes more of a backseat this episode, as its main focus is around Gangle. However growth doesn’t happen overnight, it takes time. And having days where you slow down and sit at the point you’re at, are important. This allows the spotlight to shine on the other members of the circus, and have those characters reveal more and more about their character. It really makes Pomni feel real here, as we stop following her character as much, now that she’s undergone this development. For the most part, Pomni follows the premise of the adventure, which is working fast food. Pomni can’t cook for shit, so she’s confined to the cash register. She only leaves it to do chores or talk to Gummigoo, who reappears in this adventure. Pomni almost seems surprised by Gummigoo’s reappearance, her actions toward Gummigoo seem to be out of hope that he remembers her. That is until Gummigoo asks “do we know each other?” that Pomni seems to pause for a bit. Pomni seemed to question herself a bit, her voice almost sounding hollow or detached when she says “I… don’t know…”. Pomni gets lightly scolded by Gangle for leaving the register, and is basically told to get back to work, and to stop harassing the customers. Pomni, seeming to just want her first friend back in the moment, gently argues back “but it’s Gummigoo. Can’t the job wait a bit? It’s not like this is real”. Gangle gets in her face a bit as she says “next you’re going to say my authority isn’t real”. It’s this interaction that plants the seed of the idea that Gangle isn’t ok for Pomni. Sure, she hasn’t really gotten to interact with Gangle much, so she has no mental baseline of “normal behavior” for Gangle yet. However Pomni doesn’t believe the way Gangle’s acting is anyone's baseline of normal behavior, and looks concerned for her. Gangle’s mask tinks a bit, and lunch time begins. Pomni goes back to the register, respecting Gangle’s authority, and she doesn’t leave it again until Gummigoo is about to leave. It’s then that I think Pomni is able to get a bit of closure, as she takes the moment she has to say goodbye to Gummigoo.

Pomni then basically returns to the premise of the adventure, manning the register, and possibly even cleaning off camera. It’s when Gangle goes to the back to let down her mask and freely express herself for a minute, that we see Pomni attempt to make a connection with Gangle. She sort of acknowledges the pattern of her finding herself having deep conversations with someone else while alone with them, before asking if Gangle’s mask was making her happy or not. When Gangle doesn’t respond, Pomni changes her approach and asks if she has anyone to talk to. Pomni seems to bring up Ragatha on the basis that Ragatha has shown constant concern about her, and offers that Ragatha would likely be willing to help her too. Gangle shoots that down, stating that while she does like Ragatha, it’s sometimes hard to tell when she’s being genuine with her. Gangle values genuinity when interacting with others, and Ragatha will say anything to ease tensions, even if it isn’t the truth. Pomni seems like she’s about to offer herself as someone to listen to her, but Gangle cuts her off by putting her mask back on and saying “we can’t spend all night talking about our feelings” and heading back inside. This solidifies to Pomni that Gangle definitely isn’t ok, and leaves her wondering what she can even do to help her out. Cause she wants to help her, and even show that she’s someone Gangle could rely on should she need it.

So Pomni does the one thing she knows she can do, she offers to close for her, letting Gangle go early so she can rest. Pomni even insists when Gangle asks if she’s sure. Gangle has her moment after that, with Zooble checking in on her after the adventure. And the Pomni & Gangle friendship is nailed home when we see the post that Glitch made, showing Gangle’s drawing of herself, Pomni, and Zooble all chilling in a fast food environment. And god dammit I seriously wish there was more Pomni Zooble & Gangle friendship content out there. Their dynamic would be so sweet and cute and alsdjfkaskdjfkd.

But yeah, I love how Pomni went from not knowing or trusting anyone in the pilot, to feeling a sense of comradery at the end of episode 2, to not only relying on one of the members, but also being prompted to make connections with everyone in episode 3, and making efforts to make connections with others in episode 4. 

It’s fucking beautiful and I see very few people actually addressing the developing friendships between Pomni and the other circus members when it comes to the content I find on TADC. it seriously deserves more recognition and spotlight. I will die on this hill, I swear.

[rabbitblackx]

Okay but like imagine Jason and Brahms baking cookies with reader or even like trying to surprise reader by baking cookies for them is just so AJSHFJFJAJS AHHHHHHHH❤️❤️❤️

Baking cookies with Jason and Brahms

Jason Voorhees💖

Jason was just watching you bake cookies from afar one day. As you hummed a little tune and rolled the dough, you offered a kind smile

“Wanna join me, Jacey?”

Jason stood in your kitchen stiff as a board. After a few silent moments, he slowly made his way over. He looked down at the cookie dough and cutters you had strewn across the counter, then back at you

“See, it’s fun. All you gotta do is this.” You said as you grabbed a gingerbread man cutter and pushed it into the dough

Jason tilted his head attentively as you talked him through every little thing you did. He really liked your voice. You gently held up the gingerbread man shaped cookie in your palm with a smile

Jason decided to help you cut out as many cookies you both could with your dough. Some were little men, some were hearts, and some were stars. He enjoyed these simpler activities with you

He left for awhile after that, only trickling back into the kitchen as you were taking the cookies out of the oven. You set the tray on the stove, smiling down at you and Jason’s little creations

“Now we can put frosting on them. Ooh! I wanna make one look like you!” You gasped excitedly. You carefully took one of the gingerbread shaped cookies from the tray. “It’ll be so cute!” You giggled

You and Jason ended up side by side over the counter again. You drew a little hockey mask and green shirt onto your cookie using a piping bag

“Look, look!” You squealed, keen for him to see

Just as you showed Jason the cookie, you noticed the one he was decorating was a person too. It had the same hair colour as you, along with a messy little smile. You placed a hand on your chest, smiling tearfully at the big killer

“Oh, Jason. How cute are you?” You cooed, bringing him in for a hug

He loved yours too

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms emerged from the walls to find you making cookie dough in the kitchen. He shyly crept into the room, watching from behind with his hands against his back. As you turned to grab something, you jumped a little in surprise to find him standing there

“Oh! Brahmsy,” you greeted with a breathy laugh. “Hello! I haven’t seen you all day. Whatcha been up to?” You asked

Brahms looked to the floor shyly with a tiny shrug. You smiled at that, snapping your gaze back to your cookie dough for a second

“Well, I’ve been making cookies! Wanna help cut them out?”

Brahms looked up, cautiously stepping over to the counter where you worked. He offered a small nod, before watching you intently. You held up a round cookie cutter, and then pressed it down into the dough. You assumed he had never done this before, so you talked through every step

“You wanna try?” You offered

You held out the round cookie before setting it down into a tray. Brahms nodded again, slowly becoming more comfortable with you. He did just as you, pressing the cutter into the dough. When he didn’t remove the excess, you gently placed your hands on top of his and helped

Brahms’ heart skipped a beat at your warm touch. His skin was practically singing under your palms. He stifled a chill that ran down his spine. Your softness and encouraging words drove him a little bit wild

Brahms soon got the hang of it, and you both cut out fun shapes together. As time went on, he slowly began to talk to you in a hushed, deep voice from behind his mask

After putting the cookies into the oven, you sat in the living room with Brahms. He sat almost too close next to you on the couch, taking in your pretty features. You talked about nothing for a little bit, before he finally took off his mask

As you shared a small yet sweet kiss, the oven timer dinged in the background

[whimsicalpolitical]

"i'm gonna hang up now, kay?" "wait...no."

With matty <333

thank you!!

sleepy dialogue prompt 🧸

^ "i'm gonna hang up now, kay?" "wait...no." (matty)

The room is dark, save for the soft glow of the streetlight filtering through the open window. A gentle breeze wafts in, caressing your bare legs as you lay sprawled on the bed. The sheets are cool against your skin, a welcome reprieve from the summer heat that lingers even in the dead of night. You press the phone to your ear, your eyes heavy with fatigue, listening to Matty's familiar voice.

“Fuck,” you hear him sigh, “tonight was the best show ever. First one that’s sold out.”

You smile to yourself, “you don’t know how proud I am.” You pause, “how did it feel?”

“It felt surreal,” he says, “can’t even put it into words. The whole show was mental.”

"I wish I could've been there," you murmur, a hint of longing in your voice.

"I wish you were here too, love," Matty says, a touch of wistfulness in his tone. "But just a few more weeks, yeah? You’ll be with us for a few days and I'll make it up to you. I promise."

“s’ just shit, we haven’t seen each other in a month, matty.”

“I know, love,” he says softly. “Believe me, I know. I miss you every single day. Anything I can do for you? Make you feel a bit better?”

“I’d say give me a cuddle but you know,” you shrug, “you can’t.”

“Baby, you’re killing me, c’mon, something I can do right now to cheer you up.”

Even though his touch would help you, hearing him talk about his success with his band is equally soothing. They put so much effort and love into their show. Hearing that it has payed off makes you incredibly happy.

“Tell me more about tonight. What was the crowd like?”

“Mad,” Matty laughs. “They were absolutely mad. Singing every word, jumping around. You should have seen it. During ‘If You’re Too Shy,’ I thought the floor might cave in with how wild they were going.”

“That sounds incredible,” you say, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah, right?” Matty chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. “But you know, I’ve been thinking a lot about changing things up a bit. The style, I mean.”

“Oh?” you murmur, curiosity piqued even through your drowsiness. “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, really. Just... something different. Maybe strip things back a bit. More raw, more intimate. I want to explore new sounds, new feelings. You know how I get restless with the same thing over and over.”

You hum in agreement, understanding exactly what he means. “I think that could be amazing. You’ve always been good at reinventing yourself.”

“Thanks, love,” he says, his voice softening. “It’s just... there’s so much more I want to say, so many ways I want to express it. I don’t want us to get stuck in one place. I want every album to feel like a new chapter.”

He continues, “but then the fans want songs that aren’t on the set list. Feels a bit shit to just ignore them, you know?”

You hum.

“I’ll definitely play your favorite song at your show next week, don’t worry ‘bout that.” He laughs, “but how about you? How’s work, anything new.”

There’s a brief silence, filled only by the distant hum of the city outside and the gentle rustle of the sheets as you shift slightly.

“You still with me, love?”

“Mmhm,” you murmur, eyes already closed and on the verge of falling asleep “Just tired.”

“Thought you passed out on me already,” matty says just above a whisper, “I love you, darling.”

“Love you, matty. m’ so proud of you.”

Matty grins from ear to ear. It’s the best reward from him getting to listen to his girl being this excited.

“Alright, I’m gonna hang up now, kay?”

“Wait… no.” You speak louder then bevor but still nothing more then a crooked whisper.

The line goes quiet for a moment, and you can almost hear Matty’s surprised smile through the phone. “What’s up, love?”

You take a deep breath, the words coming out softer than you intended. “I just... I don’t want to say goodnight yet. Tell me more. Anything.”

“Alright,” Matty says, his voice a comforting hum in the quiet. “Did I ever tell you about the time we played that tiny pub in Manchester? Before everything blew up?”

“I don’t think so,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

You both know that it won’t take long until you’re out like a light but it doesn’t matter because it means you want to listen to matty even when you’re not present. You once told him that it helps you dream of him and of course he wants you to. He wants you to love him in every scenario.