#hey i got carried away with this SRY

[puzzlekinq]

Hi horny concept: Edward obsessed, gets into your place when you’re not there and desperately sucking your sex toys for even the slightest hint of you on the item.

I love when he’s a creepy freak bruh

UGGHHH i loveee creepy eddie

he has hidden cameras set up in your room so he can watch you fuck yourself with your toys <33 simply jerking off to the footage isnt enough for him, he needs to taste you, any way he can.

he strokes his dick with a pair of your underwear as he licks and sucks one of your dildos, the exact one he saw you cum around earlier. hes drooling around it, trying so desperately to take it deeper into his needy mouth. just knowing it was inside you is enough to have him cumming hard in seconds, letting out a deep, animalistic growl as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

he ends up stealing the underwear, plus a different, unstained pair from your dirty laundry pile that he can use for later. by that i mean hes gonna smell them while pumping his cock to more footage of you <3

hes such a SLUT

[madstronaut]

baby's first soap fic (redux)

re-wrote this with the wrath of a thousand suns burning out after discovering my original post somehow disappeared/got deleted (even though the link was still in my masterpost? smh)

Reading: love you from afar by @roosterr

i found this while first tiptoeing into the depths of cod fandom on tumblr after huffing the gateway drug of simping for COD men (ghost fanart/fics) and the way johnny is portrayed here is what made me start looking up soap fics <3

once again so many absolutely delicious tropes here, key being clueless reader - though i vibe with reader being like "oh i guess im the person to leave a little treat for myself to find after a long day like my favorite choco on my bed" big mood reader, big mood - i aspire to your imaginary self-care standards

also johnny willing to bridal carry you after getting hurt and willing to stay with you at the docs? keep these kind of friends close <3

not me running to google language/meaning of flowers after roosty mentioned they were gardenias

i was late to the soap is canonically an artist/kept a journal game and freaking love it when writers incorporate it into their fics <3 also really brings to mind the phrase "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" - i have drawn/been drawn by friends and etc. and truly so touching to see how your love ones see you through their art <3

i also love that soap panics when his little secret project gets outed to gaz and co. who already know about his crush - i fucking love having wholesome little secrets with the intent to commit random acts of love/kindness/chaotic good/etc. etc.

"someone went in your room while you were gone?" ghost's low voice caught your attention, "bit creepy, innit," he grumbled, his gaze darting between you and somewhere next to you.

"christ…" ghost mutters, shaking his head in exasperation.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA GHOST YOU HAVE NO FUCKING CHILL

"could be a good bonding exercise," price had the same entertained tone in his voice as he looked between the four of you, "any thoughts, soap?"

please god i would commit crime to read teh side group chat where they absolutely roast soap for his antics...and reader for how fucking clueless she is

i vibrated out of my seat at excitement of plot twist of fake!admirer sending a fake note and wanting to meet reader, 10/10 storytelling *chefs kisses*

also "hey sarge" to reader? yes we love a girlboss (is this still a pc term? idk someone correct me if its not, still catching up to the barbification of slang words and reclaiming of feminine power with 'girlmath' and 'girldinner' etc etc)

"in fact, i don't actually know you at all. i couldn't recall your name even if you held a gun to my head." FUCK YES MY QUEEN FUCKING GET HIM FUCKING STEP ON HIM *sry busy morphing into that rabid dog barking gif to hype reader up*

when johnny says your name in that deep, gravelly tone, your heart skips a beat and your eyes snap to meet his. "who was it." he asks, but it's not a question anymore, and every fibre of your being is telling you to just give in to him.

my god when the quiet/sweet/always happy-go-lucky ones get angry it is so hot terrifying

and UNF THE LETTER!!!!!! THE LETTER. Every single fucking thing about the letter is pure perfection and sunlight "you're my person" 🥺🥺🥺 THE STRAIGHT-UP I LOVE YOU *claps johnny on back for saying it straight*🥺🥺🥺 signing off with "your heart" 🥺🥺🥺

i love how reader immediately takes off running, fucking yes queen GO GET YOUR MANS??? HURRY THE FUCK UP???

the two of you stay like that for moments that feel like hours in each other's embrace, only pulling away when your lungs are burning and your lips are swollen. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

"yer stayin' with me tonight, non negotiable." he murmurs, running a hand up and down the length of your spine. lmao negotiable?? sir??? reader did not even stand a chance??? who could tbh

last but not least, i learned the meaning of bawbag by googling it via reading this fic so once again, another absolute banger of a fic for cod fandom, ty for filling my heart soul ovaries brain with some much needed and at times completely useless light love and lore <3

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member ft the song Her Last Words

A/N: Heyyy, I'm back FR lol! Sry for taking so long to post but finally the semester ended :D I hope the anon that gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)

The request: Hey! Do you know the song 'her last word's it was trend before. It was a sad song and it makes me sobbing and still now, so i make it a request, if you never heard anything about the song you can hear it in YouTube and change the friend in the school is her biological parents (yes she's doesn't have really good childhood with her parents again), but the plot twist is the reader survive in the end of the hospital bed but the member don't know and the reader is searching for them to asking forgiveness (because she's in coma for 3 months and she heard every conversation her member) but the member is in concert in Japan so she going there and meet her member, i read your story and it was perfectly angsty but yet fluffy, you got a big passion for writing while me writing one chapter take a months.

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The hospital room was quiet, save for the faint sound of machines beeping in the background. The maknae lays motionless on the sterile white bed, her body covered in bandages, evidence of a painful ordeal she had survived. Three months had passed since that fateful day when her life took an unexpected turn. Y/N was a member of the popular girl group TWICE, known for their infectious music and vibrant personalities. At just 18 years old, she was the youngest member and cherished by fans around the world. But behind the bright smiles and energetic performances, she had carried a heavy burden in her heart. Her parents, who were her legal guardians, had not been the loving figures one would expect. TWICE's honey had endured a difficult childhood, marred by neglect and emotional abuse. Eventually, she made the decision to distance herself from them, finding solace and support among her fellow TWICE sisters.

One day, as the girl was leaving school, she received a call from her parents' lawyer. Her parents had been involved in a tragic car accident and had not survived. The news hit her hard, stirring up a storm of conflicting emotions. Guilt, anger, and grief consumed her, leaving her feeling utterly lost. Unable to cope with the overwhelming pain, the maknae found solace in a song she stumbled upon online. "Her Last Words" captured her heart with its haunting melody and relatable lyrics. It spoke of a person's desperate struggle with depression and their ultimate decision to end their life. The song became her refuge, her outlet for the torrent of emotions she couldn't express. Months went by, and the wounds on TWICE's kiddo's body slowly healed, but the scars on her soul remained. She had been in a coma for three long months, but during that time, she had heard every conversation around her. She had listened as her fellow members spoke about their guilt, their sorrow, and their longing for her to wake up.

Y/N knew she needed to find them and ask for their forgiveness. The guilt she carried for leaving them without explanation weighed heavily on her heart. With newfound determination, she packed her bags and made her way to Japan, where the group was set to perform their next concert. The concert venue was a sea of lights and excited fans. The youngest, weakened by her ordeal, struggled to navigate the bustling crowd. She found a spot near the stage, a place where she hoped to catch a glimpse of her friends. As the music started and the members appeared on stage, her heart swelled with a mixture of love and longing. Unbeknownst to Y/N, her absence had left a noticeable void in the group. Each member had mourned her loss in their own way, with guilt and regret eating away at them. They had dedicated their performances to her, hoping that somehow, she would hear their voices and know they still cared.

During a break between songs, TWICE's angel managed to catch the attention of one of the staff members. Frail and weak, she explained her situation, desperate to be reunited with her friends. Moved by her story, the staff member quickly arranged for her to meet the group backstage after the concert. The moment she stepped into the backstage area, her heart raced with anticipation and anxiety. She could hear the distant sounds of laughter and chatter, a stark contrast to the heaviness she had carried for months. As she turned the corner, her eyes met the astonished gazes of her fellow TWICE unnies. Time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. Tears streamed down the maknae's face as she stumbled forward, reaching out to touch them, to confirm that they were real. And as their arms enveloped her in a warm, loving embrace filled with forgiveness and relief, Y/N felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She had found her way back to the people who cared for her most, and they were here to welcome her with open arms.

The room erupted with a mixture of tears, laughter, and indescribable emotions. Y/N's presence was a miraculous sight, a testament to her strength and resilience. The members took turns embracing her tightly, their whispered apologies and words of love mingling in the air. Jihyo, the group's mother, especially to their dear maknae, held her child's face gently in her hands, her eyes brimming with tears and her voice choked with emotion. 

Jihyo - We thought we had lost you forever, baby. But you're here, and that's all that matters. We missed you so much, sweetheart!

Sana made her bright smile that lit up the room known and clung to her sugar's side, her voice trembling with joy. 

Sana - You have no idea how much we've dreamed of this moment, darling! We wanted to tell you how sorry we were, how much we love you, and how desperately we wanted you back.

The rest of the members surrounded Y/N, showering her with affectionate words and tight hugs. Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Momo, Jeongyeon, Nayeon, and Tzuyu expressed their remorse for not being able to protect her from the pain she had endured. They vowed to always be there for her, to make up for the lost time and the hurt she had suffered. As the kid soaked in the overwhelming love and support, she realized that her journey to find forgiveness was not in vain. The song that had brought her solace in her darkest moments had led her to this beautiful reunion. The pain she had endured had transformed into a deeper connection with her fellow sisters, fortifying their bond beyond measure.

Days turned into weeks, and TWICE's star physical strength slowly returned. She resumed her activities with the group, cherishing each moment on stage, knowing that she had been given a second chance. The members, now more united than ever, supported her wholeheartedly, their performances radiating with an added layer of gratitude and love. Y/N's story became an inspiration to many. She shared her experiences, encouraging others to seek help and find solace in music and the support of loved ones. Her journey of forgiveness and healing resonated with fans worldwide, reminding them of the importance of empathy, understanding, and the power of second chances. And as she stood on stage, surrounded by her chosen family, the echoes of "Her Last Words" filled the arena once more. This time, however, the lyrics took on a different meaning, a testament to TWICE's pride and joy's resilience, the strength of their bond, and the hope that arises from even the darkest of places.

As the stage reached its end, the light turned off at the same time Y/N closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She knew she had come a long way from the hospital bed to this moment of triumph. And with the love of her TWICE family and the support of their devoted fans, she thought while thinking about how she could overcome anything that lay ahead:

I love my dear unnies.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[books-and-catears]

Hey uh sry to bother you but can you do a Mc who is TERRIFIED of the demons and every time they are threated, put in danger, attacked and killed, they don��t forgive and avoid them even more. They run away from them, in constant fear and paranoia and they hide in their room and barricades the door. They now carry a weapon like a knife or something and stay up with it because they are paranoid that they will break in and kill them. How are the bros gonna fix this?

Oh I'm gonna love figuring this one out. Let's see how far these demons will really go to fix this one. God I can feel this MC's fear and anger in my heart.

Edit: This became so long I had to divide it into two parts. The Headcanons or reactions of individual characters will be in the next part.

Also I'm so sorry for all the delays in answering asks btw. Its been super busy and overwhelming to write like I used to. I get so many lovely asks but I delay writing them or sometimes can't even write them at all. I'm genuinely so sorry.

Love and Consequences

(Pt. 1) || (Pt. 2) ->

Alone. You're all alone here. This was the one lesson that night taught you. Not the angels, nor the human is on your side.

They are all age old immortals who've known each other for centuries. And you are just human who tried to their very best. You risked your life each day for monsters who would watch you die without batting an eye.

If the whole realm wasn't crawling with demons, you'd have run away without a second thought . But the best you could do now was hide, keep yourself safe and locked in your room, clutching a knife in your trembling hand.

"Oh, you dumb little human..."

Your blood still ran cold at his words, at his eyes. Noone had ever looked as terrifying as he did last night. It wasn't him that scared you, though, not at all.

It was how easy it was for the rest of them to not care. To move on, to watch you be betrayed and welcome the traitor with open arms. No you couldn't stay here any longer.

There was the dull knocking on the door again. You prepared yourself.

"MC, please, you haven't had food for days, please open up and eat some-"

"Why? So you can poison me this time? Watch me struggle to hold onto dear life again?" You screamed. "Get away from my door!"

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Asmo backed away from the door, flinching as if you'd slapped him across the face with all your strength. He went back to the dinner table, dejected.

"They refuse to come out. Screamed at me to get away again."

"MC is going to fall seriously ill at this rate. They haven't eaten in days." Satan ran his hands through his messy hair as he dropped a stack of books to the floor. Human Anatomy and more, they were called.

"Luke tried calling them last night. MC didn't pick up his call either." Beel said, fidgeting with the food on his plate.

Lucifer's eyes widened at the news. Then he glanced up the stairs and let out a deep sigh. If the baby angel wasn't acknowledged, the rest of them were definitely done for.

"Mammon you can't keep doing this too! Lucifer, look!" Levi pointed. His eyes were puffy, nose bright red. How long had he been crying?

Mammon wordlessly tilted his plate, all his food falling on Beel's plate. "I'm just not hungry. I'm leaving now."

"You said that yesterday too. Just listen to me. Sit down and eat, Mammon." Lucifer was too tired to be stern anymore.

"Listen to you? A whole lot of good that did to us." Mammon chuckled dryly as he got up and left without another word. Lucifer closed his eyes and leaned back.

"MC really hates me now huh?" Asmo sniffled. "I'm not used to being hated. I didn't know it hurts this much..."

"Ha. Welcome to my world." Levi let out a sardonic laugh. "Have fun, it keeps getting worse."

"Can we keep some food for MC in the fridge? Just in case they sneak out of their room to eat once we're all asleep?" Beel suggested.

Satan agreed, "I don't think we have another optio-"

"MC'S NOT IN THEIR ROOM!" Mammon screamed as he stumbled down the stairs.

"W-what?!"

"The windows were open, there's a rope made of the bedsheets attached to something, everything's a mess, they're GONE!"

"They escaped through the window?!"

"THIS LATE AT NIGHT?!"

"But when did- how- but MC- all alone-"

"There's no time. Everyone get your coats, we're leaving. I'll inform Diavolo and the others. We'll split into two groups and search for MC." Lucifer stood up, rushing to grab his things. Everyone else followed suit.

"I'm guessing that doesn't include me." Belphie said bitterly, still seated while everyone else was up and rushing about.

Mammon glared red at him. "Don't you dare follow us." He was the first one out the door.

"Considering what you did to the last person who tried to include you," Satan said, putting on his jacket, "it'd be better to leave you locked back in the attic."

Belphie looked at Beel. The sight of the rest of his brothers sickened him. But Beel only said, "On their very first month here, MC risked their life to save me from one of Lucifer's deadly attacks. If you were there, they would have saved you too."

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"I thought I'd find you here."

Solomon's voice almost startled you off the tree branch you sat on. He was inches away, simply leaning against the trunk, sitting on the branch under yours.

You readied your weapon. "If you dare tell the demons, I'll-"

"I have no such intention. I simply came here at Luke and Simeon's request. They've been worried sick. And believe it or not...so have I." He gave you a pained smile.

You simply exhaled and rested your head back against the trunk too. "How did you find me?"

"You brought me here once. Told me this tree reminded you of one from your backyard and that me and this tree were your little piece of home in this hellhole." He answered.

"My mistake. You're more part of this world than you ever were part of mine." You cradled the knife in your hand.

He turned quiet, staring ahead, desolate.

"You should run soon. They're almost here." It was the last thing he said, before getting off the tree. But on the road back, he kept glancing back at you.

You sat up, alert. You could see Asmo's pale pink hair and Diavolo's panicked face in spaces between the fluttering leaves.

"MC! Is that you?! MC, wait!" Someone spotted you as dropped. You dived headfirst into some dread rose bushes.

Damn your eyes, Satan.

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"Surely you knew this would happen." Simeon's voice was low but held repressed anger, about to overflow.

Barabatos sighed and shook his head. "I assure you, I did not. I donot look through the time portals as often as you think."

"Could you not look to see where MC is right now?" Luke shouted, turning around. He was running far ahead than anyone else.

"I did try looking, Luke. I'm afraid it showed me nothing. Someone is obscuring MC's presence with powerful magic." The butler replied.

There was a crease of worry on his usually calm face,that refused to go away.

"Magic powerful enough to obscure your portal? There's only one person strong enough to do that and he's been gone for the past hour." Lucifer grabbed a fistful of his hair and groaned.

"Hey look! Isn't that Solomon? And he's carrying something?" Luke pointed ahead, as the white haired sorcerer walked through some bushes with a solemn face.

"He's.. he's carrying MC! MC's unconscious!" Beel exclaimed before lunging forward at break neck speed.

"I'm taking MC home. They're too weak to spend another day here. You can meet us there, once MC's condition improves." Solomon said, coldly.

"What happened? Where did you find them?" Lucifer demanded to know.

"MC was trying to escape through the bush maze because Satan spotted them in the trees. I was waiting near the exit." He answered.

"By that time, MC looked exhausted, using the last of their strength to hold the knife close. I bent down to help them up, "Don't let them find me again. Please, Solomon." That's the last thing they said, before collapsing on me."

Silent tears spilled out of Luke's eyes. His entire body trembled with worry. Simeon put a hand on his shoulder, barely keeping it together himself.

Lucifer stared at your closed eyes and the knife you still held onto. He lowered his gaze and moved out of Solomon's way. "Get home safe, MC."

Barbatos summoned a portal without any prompting. "I humbly request you'll let us know when MC gains conciousness."

"No promises." Solomon said, before walking through and disappearing.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Burnt Toast and Vodka

a/n: inspired by a dream i had of me embarrassing myself - i hope someone likes it; terrible title lmao

Requested: yes/no Taglist: @coolbeans32

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: google translate was involved in the making of this fic; mentions of eating pork; gif not mine; it was supposed to be short and sweet but i got carried away...lol; no use of y/n but [name] is used; rushed;

pairing(s): yelena x reader, natasha x reader, kate bishop x reader - all platonic, fem!reader or gn!reader, i don't think there is any pronoun usage for reader in this (let me know if i missed any- i tend to overlook things sometimes if im looking for it sry) ~bestie vibes only~

Maybe you weren't cut out for this, you thought forlornly as you stared at the burnt toast in front of you. It was as you had previously suspected- your calling wasn't cooking, or anything to do in the kitchen. Sighing, you picked up the burnt bread, placing it on the pile of blackened slices that rose past your shoulder. You folded your arms on the countertop and dramatically groaned as you placed your head on them. No edible breakfast in your apartment meant going out for food. In public. Where people are. Dragging yourself to your closet, you contemplated just ordering breakfast to be delivered. Finally deciding on a comfortable sweater and shorts, you grabbed your keys and wallet, looked once in the mirror to fix your hair and to make sure no mascara was crusted under your eyes, and you confidently strode out your door. And by confident, you looked straight at the ground, hunching over so you wouldn't make eye contact with anyone.

The scent of bacon wafted through the air as you walked down the street towards your favorite diner. (It happened to be the very place people once saw Black Widow, former Captain America, and Professor Hulk chatting away while eating ginormous portions of scrambled eggs). As you walked in the doorway, your body relaxed as you saw barely anyone sitting inside. Just a brunette and her dog in one corner, along with a fierce looking red head wearing sunglasses and a blonde wearing oversize flannel in the booth behind the dog-girl.

"Hey, [name]!" Marcy, the waitress, greeted you, a friendly smile on her red painted lips, "you burnt a whole loaf again, didn't you?" Sheepishly, you nodded, brushing off some crumbs that had ended up on your sweater. Marcy kissed her teeth, laughing to herself.

"You want the normal today or are you up for trying something new-"

"I'll have my regular, thanks Marcy." You cut in quickly, noticing the other patron, the blonde-flannel girl, staring at you. You awkwardly smiled at her before looking away, acting completely enchanted by the white walls of the dinner. Marcy chuckled before leaving to grab your order. You sat in a booth adjacent to the red-head and the blonde, tapping your fingers against the table, counting the seconds. You new the exact time it would take for Marcy to bring you your order. Four minutes, twenty-three seconds until you had a delicious breakfast burrito in your hands, bacon pouring out the sides. You could feel the other three girls occasionally look over at you and something felt off. Like the air was suspenseful, like you weren't supposed to be in the diner. But you shook your head, leave it to your nerves to convince you a situation wasn't as it seemed. To calm yourself even more, you took a deep breath. Except, your lungs had decided to take a break at that moment. You choked on air, the seconds feeling like minutes as you started coughing repeatedly. You felt your face heat up as all three women looked over at you. Turning your head towards the wall and blocking them out with your hand, you tried to continue your dying in a semi-embarrassment free environment.

"Do you want some water?" a Russian accented voice, concerned but also amused, asked from the direction of the others. You turned, hesitant, to see the blonde holding up a bottle of water. Weighing your options, you decided to not die today and stood up, crossing the room to the water. The blonde handed it to you. You croaked out a thanks before opening the bottle and going to pour some of the liquid into your mouth. The blonde furrowed her eyebrows for split second before trying to grab the bottle out of your hands. But it was too late. You had already taken a giant gulp.

A giant gulp of nice,

cool,

...vodka?!

The surprise of having vodka at 10 in the morning, along with the familiar burn, caused you to spit out the alcohol. On to the red head.

"какого хрена!" she cursed, and her voice sounded vaguely familiar. When she ripped off her sunglasses to wipe them off and examine her now vodka covered jacket, you knew you were screwed.

Holy shit, your mind generously provided.

Holy shit

Holy sHIT

You just spit vodka all over the Black Widow.

Before you could start apologizing and begging for your life to be spared, the blonde started laughing hysterically.

"Oh that was funny, that was hilarious- my morning is so much better now, thank you," she turned towards you, handing you another water bottle, "don't worry, this one is water. I accidentally gave you the wrong one."

"Why do you have a bottle full of vodka?" the voice of the brunette snapped you out of your haze.

"Kate Bishop, what my bottles have in them do not concern you, now eat your pancakes," the blonde turned towards you, an apologetic smile on her face, though you didn't know why she looked sorry, "Sorry about her, she's my chaperone to make sure I don't go stabby-stabby on her mentor or the general public. Self-appointed of course." You opened the water bottle, sniffed it, and took a tiny sip. Water. In a few second, the water bottle was empty.

"Wow, you were thirsty! Here, sit with us, I want to know the person who spit vodka over my dear sister." Sister? Oh you were screwed.

"I'm Yelena. You're [name], right? I heard the nice waitress- Marcy? say it as you walked in." You nodded, your nerves once again on fire as you looked everywhere but the assassin who was probably coming up with multiple different ways to kill you and dispose of your body.

"I'm new to New York, are you new? Don't answer, it doesn't matter. My sister, and lovely chaperone over there, have told me to make friends. You look like you need a friend. Like really bad. I would make the best of friend, right Kate?" The brunette sighed before scooting in the booth, next to Natasha. She nodded as answer to Yelena's question, smiling at you.

"Kate." She introduced herself, holding out her hand. You shook it, a slight heat overtaking your cheeks.

"Why did you need to introduce yourself? I already told her who you are- wait!" Yelena clapped her hands together loudly, before grabbing your arm and Natasha's arm, "What is it that westerners do with their friends on those tv shows? Oh! Game night! We should do game night!" You smiled softly at the girls excitement but felt a pit weighing in your stomach. Yelena noticed.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I am making you uncomfortable-"

"No, no, you're fine! It's just, we just met and what if after we hang out, you don't want to be my friend or-"

"[Name]. You spit vodka all over an Avenger. I think we should definitely hang out." Kate said, smiling at you. Yelena nodded rapidly.

"Yes. I've already decided I am going to be your best friend and there is nothing you can do about it!" She sang playfully, making you giggle. Natasha huffed out a chuckle, causing you to stiffen. You had almost forgotten about the Avenger. Swallowing, you made eye contact with the Black Widow.

"I am really sorr-" Natasha held up a hand, cutting you off.

"I don't blame you, I blame my little sister," Yelena had the decency to gulp and shift in her seat, "I think game night would be fun. Kate can invite Clint and I could invite Wilson and Barnes." Your mind was going on overdrive. You were possibly going to hang out with not one, not two, but four Avengers. You thought you were going to faint.

Marcy walked out with your burrito. A smug smile painted her lips and you realized she had taken longer to make your order. Handing you the tortilla wrapped heaven, she whispered in your ear.

"Friends would do you some good, sweetheart." you smiled at her as she walked back to take the order of someone who had just walked in.

"So, [name], since you are my best friend, what should we do today before game night?" Yelena asked, genuine excitement lighting up her face. Smiling, you realized that this brand new, unexpected, friendship might be just what you needed.

I'm sorry the ending (and the whole fic) is so rushed - I just love Yelena as a best friend figure and I was about to turn this short little fic into a novel lol

[venusiangguk]

I would cry if you made a mini drabble or comment on how dilf Jk and OC are doing. Are they still together?

the art of wanting drabble: gardening and pool day with dilf jk and baby nari

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers / fwb / fluff

>>rating: PG

>>word count: 1.2k, drabble

>>warnings: not much, mentions of alcohol, implied smut, cutest baby ever

>>notes: just a lil update on the favorite not-so-couple couple and the apple of their eye, little nari <3

>>summary: nari plays in the dirt while jk gardens and you make a bet.

The blender was very fancy and had a lot of buttons, but alas, you made due and are now stepping out into the backyard, hands full of watermelon juice. Two with just a pinch of the rum you found in the built in wine cooler by the dishwasher, one with a spill proof lid.

It's your day off from the god forsaken grocery store, and the sun is beating hot outside, but the light breeze makes it bearable. The pool a little ways away gets more and more tempting as the heat sends waves to your bare arms and back. The bikini top you’re wearing basically useless as protection from the sun.

Good thing you’ve got a certain someone to sunscreen your back for you.

Jeongguk is shirtless, his sleeve on full display. His long hair is being held back by a baseball cap, and he’s got his gardening gloves on. You watch as he uses the back of his tattooed arm to wipe at some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He looks sunkissed and just edible.

You reign your thoughts in however when your eyes move next to him.

Little Nari is sat on a small blanket with a portable umbrella keeping her in a small patch of cool shade, her little toes dangling off the edge and digging into the small pile of soil that Jeongguk provided her to play in. He even put a few weeds and some of the flowers that were on their last few days of life into the mix. Nari digs one out with her pudgy little hands and squeals as she raises her hand for her dad to see.

Jeongguk, the ever doting father, takes in his baby and laughs when he sees that her overly large sun cap has fallen into her eyes. He adjusts it on her head, and you hear him give a playful gasp as you get closer.

“Oh so pretty, little flower,” he coos, “Is that for me?”

Nari snatches her hand away from him. “Nuuuuw, Da,” she shakes her head with so much force her whole little body jiggles, her round tummy on display in a tiny bikini of her own.

You smile to yourself and you take a seat with Nari on her blanket, stealing a bit of her shade. You hand Jeongguk his drink with a soft grin, and he smiles back at you, soft and sweet as he takes the glass.

“Oooh look what ___ brought for us,” he says, to Nari, “What do you say?”

Nari whips her head around to you like she didn’t notice you sit right next to her. She giggles, baby gurgles sounding in the backyard air. She claps her hands as she smiles at you her round doe-eyes squeezing shut in glee. That’s when she seems to remember the small blossom in her hand.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth parts in a small ‘o’ before she extends the flower to you.

“Buuu?”

You bend down to her level, and she tucks the flower into your hair as best she can with her baby motor skills and then wacks at her dad’s knee.

Jeongguk glances over at you as you grab a nearby watering can and use it to clean Nari’s hands before handing her her juice. She suckles on the sippy straw until she absolutely has to stop, gasping and taking deep breaths before getting right back to her sweet treat.

Her dad glances between her and you trying to figure out why his daughter tried to get his attention. His face falls and he gives a playfully annoyed expression.

“You know,” he starts, “Maybe Daddy wants a flower every once in a while.”

Nari is unbothered as she fists her sippy cup in one hand and the other goes right back into the dirt.

You giggle as you sip your drink and then lean back some, resting on your free hand. “You have the prettiest flower all to yourself already,” you say, nodding in Nari’s direction.

Jeongguk’s face softens, and he goes from looking at you to his little baby. He laughs quietly as he pinches her tummy. She giggles and some watermelon juice dribbles down her chin, unable to swallow before getting attacked by her daddy’s tickles.

Her hiccuping babbles and baby giggles are contagious, and you can’t help but join along. Nari puts up with her dad’s pestering for a good amount of time before she screeches and holds up a tiny dirt covered hand, as if saying ‘stop’.

“Nuw, Da,” she babbles. She’s getting closer and closer to talking as the days pass, even in the short months that you’ve been coming around, she’s already made progress.

Jeongguk’s eyes shine with laughter as he nods, a closed lipped smile holding in his own giggles. “Oh, okay, sorry,” he tells her, flicking his eyes to you before back to Nari, “Carry on, the weeds aren’t gonna pull themselves Miss Nari,” he gestures to her pile of dirt. Nari nods, a diligent little weed puller indeed.

“Hey,” you whisper after a few moments, the both of them back to work, “Gguk.”

He turns to you, a question on his face. You don’t respond right away, just smile at him and he gives in, leaning back and angling himself towards you. Nari sat between your bodies, in front of you.

He’s resting on his elbow, his upper half in the shade with you. He smiles up at you lazily. “What’s up?”

You glance at Nari making sure she’s distracted, and then you flip his cap so it’s backwards, before placing a small hand onto his hot, red face. You angle him towards you and it warms your heart at just how easily he goes with you and lets his eyes fall shut, already knowing what’s about to happen.

You kiss him softly, before deepening the kiss just a bit before pulling away. He tastes sweet like watermelon, slightly salty from the sweat on his upper lip.

He hums, eyes still closed a soft smile still on his mouth. “What was that for?”

You pat his cheek and flip his hat back around. “Just because,” you say quietly. Then you wrinkle your nose. “You’re so sweaty.”

He nods, unashamed. “Working hard.”

You glance at the tempting pool. “Why don’t we ever go in there?”

He hums. “Nari doesn’t like the water, and I don’t do anything without her.”

A little idea forms in your head. “I bet if I go in, she’ll go in.”

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”

You nod. “I win, we… you know,” you raise your eyebrows at him. He blushes a little, but a ghost of a smile dances on his lips. “You win, we still… you know.”

He gives you a knowing look, plucks his gardening gloves off before he uses the arm he’s not leaning on to reach over and adjust the flower Nari put in your hair, tucking it behind your ear. “Are you sure you can be quiet enough while we… you know?”

With an excited grin you nod and run to the outside pool shed to grab Nari’s floaties. That baby will be a little mermaid by the time the sun goes down.

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aha!! a little drabble to update you guys on dilf jk, since he do be living in our heads rent free. so to answer the q: they are together but not together together. i have a longer one shot in my brain that includes more plot and actual smut, but idk when i'll get around to writing it so hopefully this will hold u guys over till then !! sry for the blue balls, but just so u know jk had to cover oc's mouth and he might've scolded her while they were... you know... "I thought I told you to be quiet?" :o ok byee

also i hope u like it :) if u did, pls do all the things: like, reblog, comment, share, send an ask~~ as always i love hearing ur thoughts and talking to u :*

[ameliora-j]

twin flame iii // gw x reader

words: 2.2k

warnings: angst, breakup, mention of bruising, crying, angelina slander kinda (it’s just for the story i love her sm!), yn is sorta a pick me if you squint sry, cringey mediocre writing at very best

an: i used song lyrics for some of the argument and the ending :) i hope you like it besties!

part one | part two | part four

you george! i want you!

the words had been running through his mind since the night you left. he had been going over the days leading up to your explosion in his mind for weeks. your words were in his mind day and night. your pained expression, your anger, your hurt. you consumed him. more than you usually did.

george weasley knew he fucked up. he knew without anyone telling him. but they did anyway. every waking second they did. first it was fred, calling him a jerk. then ron, who called him a “bloody idiot.” then ginny, who told him it was his own fault. and then his mum. of course his mum, who said in exact words: “george fabian weasley, this is nobody’s fault but your own. quit moping around and do something to fix it! i didn’t raise you to treat women this way!”

his last straw, however, was his older brother percy. percy of all people. who looked at him with a disappointed shake of his head. receiving a disappointed head shake from percy was nothing out of the ordinary, especially for george. it was his words that stung. percy spoke ten simple words to him that truly set george off. percy spoke “you lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” at his sentence, george lost it.

“i know that percy! you don’t think i fucking know that i lost the best thing that ever happened to me! and fred i know i’m a jerk and ron i know i’m an idiot and ginny i know it’s my fault and mum i’m sorry okay! i know you didn’t raise me like this i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i don’t think she’s coming back!” he fell back onto the couch as he tugged frustratedly at his roots.

“george… do you love her?” molly asked him.

“yes mum,” a whimper escaped the fiery-haired boy’s throat. “i love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone before. she’s my world,” he revealed.

“then go, george. go get her,” his dad said. “for your sake and her’s,” he told him.

“and our’s!” fred called distantly from the kitchen.

“shove off fred!” george called back before apparating to your front door. he knocked three times and waited for someone to answer it. when you opened the door, he was shocked at your state.

makeup streaked down your cheeks with your shoulder bruised and your arm in a splint. your eyes were red and puffy, but they were furthermore accompanied by dark bags as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. the truth is; you hadn’t. “hi george,” you mumbled half heartedly.

“hi butterfl-“ you cut him off.

“yn. my name is yn,” you spoke sternly.

“i’ve called you butterfly since you were three…” he murmured.

“not anymore. hurts too bad to hear it. did you need something?” you quickly changed the subject.

“i want to talk to you,” he said. you nodded and walked in, telling him to follow you. george said hello to your brother and then followed you into the lounge where you two sat on the loveseat and you turned to face him.

you sat in a long silence as your eyes traced each other’s features. you memorized him. every line, every freckle, every bump, bruise, and blemish. the silence was deafening. untill he finally broke it. “what happened to your arm?” he murmured softly.

“it splinched when i apparated home. then i apparated again and made it worse,” you bit your lip softly.

“always so reckless,” he tutted softly, causing you to shrug.

“what’d you wanna talk about? know you didn’t come to talk about my arm…” you attempted to get to the point of his visit.

“right,” he murmured softly. “yn i…” he took a deep breath. “the day that i let you walk out of my life is the day that i made the worst mistake in the history of mistakes. i’ve done some stupid things in my life, but letting you walk away has by far been the stupidest. i’m so so sorry that i hurt you the way i did, i cannot express to you how sorry i am, i truly cannot. i love you, yn. with all of me i do, you have to believe me when i say that.”

“i do believe you george. i just don’t believe that you love me the way that i love you. and carrying around that pain is killing me. i mean absolutely destroying me. you live in my mind rent free. you’ve infested it,” you told him. “you with your stupid pretty smile and your god awful jokes and your ridiculous pranks that you somehow always rope me into and your perfect hair and your pretty eyes and just. you. george. stupid you. oblivious you. godric george,” you roughly shoved his chest. “i’ve loved you for years and you’ve always looked past me!” tears rimmed your bottom lash line and your voice cracked as you lashed out on him.

“for years george, i mean years! i’ve watched you fall in love with countless girls just to have your heart broken by them. i stuck by you through everything. even when you stopped being being my friend because it made angelina uncomfortable i waited for you george! and you just pushed me to the side. i did everything for you. i executed pranks for you. i planned pranks for you. i took the fall for you. i got detention for you! i did it all for you. i mean the countless amount of things i did just to be able to call you mine and i just… you didn’t care! you’ve never cared! you’ll never love me the way that i love you and that hurts. so. fucking. bad.” you wiped your eyes.

“it kills me george. it eats at me, every single day it does. i stood by your side and i took the blame with you even when i had nothing to do with the stupid shit you pulled at hogwarts because yeah i was going down, but hey, at least i was doing it with you, right? we made so much trouble and-and we used to laugh. and be happy. we were genuinely happy and i don’t know where we went wrong but we did, but i still say that i hate you with a smile on my face! i don’t get it george why don’t you love me!” a whimper tore itself from the depths of your chest as you let out a silent sob.

“now look what we’ve became…” he murmured, tears falling from your eyes.

“all the things i did just to call you mine… and… and all the things you said but… somehow, i still hope i was your favorite crime. cause merlin knows you were mine.” you sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

“you were mine. you’ll always be my favorite crime.” he leaned over and kissed your head as another silent sob racked your body. “now it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we did,” he smiled over at you sadly. “i love you butterfly. just as much as you love me, if not more,” he whispered as he stood from his place.

you rolled your eyes water-logged eyes, but still managed to smile. “i wish you thought about that before,” you whispered.

“i do too… i guess i’ll have to just call you the one that got away then?” he asked.

“in another life georgie… i’d be your girl. and we’d keep every promise that we made,” you told him.

“and i wouldn’t have to say you were the one that got away,” you nodded as he kissed your head again. “i love you, butterfly. i always have.”

“i love you too, georgie. i always will,” you sniffled as you watched him walk out the door. you didn’t want this. you wanted to stop him. everything in your body screamed at you to stop him. but your brain wouldn’t work. your heart said no. you were scared of being hurt again.

you wanted to do something. yell at him. tell him to come back. to hug you. to never leave you. to never let you go. but your heart wouldn’t let you. you were frozen in time.

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it’ll all get better in time.

you’d heard the saying time and time again. especially after your parents passed away. it was people’s favorite line to use when they saw you. the truth is… you didn’t stop hurting. the pain didn’t go away. you just got used to it. but the pain you were feeling now… you didn’t know if it would ever go away. at least it didn’t feel like it.

two months. it had been two months since george walked out of your house that night. it was nobody’s fault but your own, and somehow you couldn’t help wishing he would’ve stayed.

you saw him everywhere. in the stars in the night sky. in the sunrise and the sunset. in coffee shops and store windows. even in your dreams when you slept. so logically, you decided to stop. if you didn’t sleep you couldn’t dream. and if you didn’t dream, you couldn’t see him.

you dutifully ignored the pain in your chest like an annoying bug on a picnic. you pretended that you were fine, but the reality was; you weren’t. but you played it off. and you were able to keep up your facade. untill one day… that one fateful day tucked in the corner at ninety three diagon alley. your brother asked you to pick up ten second pimple vanisher because he had a date tonight and just received a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose, causing him to look like “the muggle myth rudolph the red-nosed reindeer” as he put it.

you walked into the shop and kept your head down as you searched the aisles. it wasn’t where it usually was. you knew this shop like the back of your hand, of course you had… you’d worked there for nearly three years. you furrowed your brows as you looked around. the shop had completely transformed. nothing was in the place it usually was. that’s when your eyes landed there. on her. right at the front, behind the till at the register you worked, in the uniform you wore was angelina johnson.

you sighed deeply as you extended your neck around the corner to where the office was. you smiled triumphantly as you saw fred sitting at his desk and began your trek. you gently knocked twice on the opened door and fred called, “come in,” distractedly.

you walked in and sat on the desk, right in front of him, forcing him to look up at you. “yn!” fred exclaimed.

“hi freddie!” you smiled as a giggle escaped your lips and you returned the death-grip hug he had enveloped you in.

“what brings you by? not that i don’t love seeing your pretty face, of course,” he shot you a playfully flirtatious wink.

“ybn needs ten second pimple vanisher because he has a date tonight and he woke up with a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose,” fred laughed loudly at your remark. “i tried to look for it, but the stores completely turned around,” you pouted slightly.

“oh yeah, we changed some things up because we needed room for our new products. they’re still in the making, but george disappeared,” he hummed.

“george what?” you asked.

“you didn’t know…?” he asked you.

“no. i… i had no idea,” you stuttered.

“yeah. after the night he went to talk to you, he left a note on our kitchen counter and all his things were packed and he just… left. we haven’t seen or heard from him since. ‘s just been angie and i running the shop now. couldn’t do it alone,” fred explained as he picked up the box. “here you are l-“ before he could finish, you were halfway out the door. “YN WAIT!” he called. “YOU FORGOT YOUR PRODUCT!”

“SORRY FRED! YBN WILL BE OKAY I HAVE TO GO!” you called as you ran out the door as fast as your feet would carry you. if you knew george weasley… and you did… there was only one place he could be. and you prayed to any and every god that would listen that he was there. you prayed like your life depended on it that he was okay. you needed to fix this. to fix him. to make it alright.

in this moment you knew that he needed you. he needed you like peanut butter needs jelly. the way left needs right. like the sun needs the moon. he needed you like you needed him. you ran and ran and ran for miles untill you got to a secluded area. then you took a breath. and you apparated.

it was exactly the way you left it. a dingy old wooden box house sitting at the highest branch of a sycamore tree. you groaned softly as you began to climb the many branches. “george i swear to godric you better be in here,” you grumbled to yourself as you climbed.

it felt like hours—truly it was ten grueling minutes at most—untill you got to the door of the house. you whispered the password and it creaked open. “georgie,” you breathed when you saw him.

there he was. laying on the floor of the treehouse wrapped in blankets and a sleeping bag with a small pillow under his head. the apple to your pie. the straw to your berry. the smoke to your high. the one you knew you’d marry.

the one that got away. your twin flame.

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[wilders-girl]

Gilded City- Part One

Pairing: Pattinson!Batman x fem!reader

Rating: Mature, PG-13 type violence

Warnings: Detailed descriptions of violence, mild gore, profanity, implied drug use, reader is a sex worker I guess, also no use of y/n

Word count: 1457

A/n: this is super like. Artistic and self indulgent... I totally got carried away in a drabble so there's minimal plot sry hehe ,,, anyways!! I hope you enjoy!!!

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I hesitantly walked through the door, preparing for the neverending war that awaited me outside the comfort of my apartment. I put so much trust in the weathered old thing. For a city that was constituted of danger, violence and filth, I had to rely on something. It wasn’t half bad when looking at what surrounded it. 

    I pulled the jacket tighter around my body, it was going to be a long, cold night. Clutching my duffel bag, I adjusted my hair and put my hood up to step out of the refuge of the veranda.

    It was raining. But it’s always raining in Gotham City.

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Every day is the same. Same weather, same customers, same coworkers, same shit. You’d think I’d get bored of it, living the same day over and over again. But the truth is, it brings me some sense of comfort, knowing that every day will be the same. I don’t take well to change. But sometimes, change is necessary to achieve something greater.

It got to be too much for Selina. She left town shortly before the Iceberg went under. Who can blame her, really? The layers of deception, betrayal and corruption run deep in the veins of the elite in this city. 

But look at who’s in power. 

There is a disease running through this city, and I’ve begun to think it’s terminal. It will rip itself apart until it has nothing left to destroy. It will ooze into the cracks of anything that used to be right or just and consume it. This dilapidated shithole will have moved on to something worse than death. 

But I think there could be a glimmer of light breaking through the permanent night the clouds offer the city. Not a cure to the disease by any means, but something harsher, more brutal to fight the ruthlessness of the disease. The dictionary definition of cruelty. Something like a searing hot iron to cauterize the angry, infected sores created by evil. 

Something downright sadistic. Vengeance. The Batman.

He’s not an angel. He's no “superhero”. But he’s the one. He’s the savior and curse of Gotham at the same time. Bringing the rats out into the light to burn as they deserve. 

I was honestly not entirely convinced he was real. I saw the victims of his heinous acts on the news, but not him. For a man who does so much for the community, you’d think he’d do more to be a part of it. But that would paint a big target on his back, wouldn’t it? And he wouldn’t want that. 

I like to imagine what he’s like under that mask. What kind of life does he lead outside of his little “hobby”? How does he balance his two halves? Does he balance them at all? What keeps him from the temptation of turning into the scum he fights? Where does he draw the line?

The Batman is something else entirely. Sometimes I can’t imagine he’s a man at all, rather, something of a cautionary tale. A ghost story to put fear in the hearts of those who think they can rule the world.

—

I stepped through the back door of the club, flashing the bouncer my ID.

“Hey, Jinx.” He spoke gruffly.

I waved behind me, not bothering to give him my full attention. 

I only work on club weekdays. Monday through Thursday. I don’t necessarily need the money anymore, but I’ve been working this job since I did. Things just don’t change here.

Walking into the dressing room, I set my bag down with a sigh. I sat down, checking my watch: 8:15. I had a couple hours before I went out on stage. 

“Hey! Good to see you here a little less early, Jinx.” One of the other girls, “Angel”, smiled and briefly hugged me before setting up at her own station.

I took the opportunity to put my earbuds in and stare at the mirror, not recognizing who looked back. I chose this life, but it’s treated me harshly. I had a future before I came to Gotham, but I don’t like to think about that anymore. This is who I am now.

One of the bulbs in my vanity mirror was dimming. I rotated it a bit both ways, and it squeaked before flickering bright again.

I finally brushed through my hair, brushing any stray pieces behind my ears before pinning them back to begin my makeup. Out of my periphery, I saw two other girls walk in, but they only waved. The girls know not to talk to me when I’m doing my makeup. Those 30 minutes are when I walk the line of knowledge and freedom. Liberation and release.

Meticulous as it is, it’s when I truly become who I’m expected to be. I completely obscure who I was upon entering and replace her with someone more suited for her environment. I don’t work as myself, I work as Jinx. She is a part of me, but she is apart from me. 

I sweep my signature purple eyeshadow across my lids, then precisely wing my eyeliner. I’m almost gone now. 

As I apply my jewelry and begin to stretch, I’ve completely transitioned into someone else. The nights are a blur when she’s there. She knows exactly what to say, what moves to do, when to flash smiles and when to wink. She is a perfect product of her environment. She was programmed to entertain, and only that. So it is, so she shall, and so it must be.

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I shouldn’t emerge at night. It should be her, not me. Even leaving the club, I let her take me home. She can sweet-talk her way out of any trouble, so I let her. I shouldn’t be there at night. But tonight, I was.

I began to regain consciousness as myself as I walked through the back door of the club. I felt my stomach churn as I walked past the usual instigators, expecting the worst at every turn.

I made it the first block or so without running into any trouble. I was about to sigh in relief  and thank God for sparing me until I saw a group of intoxicated men a little ways ahead in my path. I had to take a detour. This led me into a narrow, dark alley that I wouldn’t have gone in during broad daylight. This might have been my biggest mistake. 

The men followed me into the alley. I heard their slurred speech behind me, crude remarks and laughter echoing off the mildew and brick. I felt my fight-or-flight kick in. I knew I was not making it out of here alive. Or worse, I was. 

I decided to fight. I knew I couldn’t run away, so I decided I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I heard their obnoxious voices gradually get closer to me. I reached for the switchblade in my boot, stancing and dropping my bag when I felt their rank presences around me. I was no longer afraid to die.

One of them reached out to twirl my hair between his fingers, and I sliced his wrist open, staring him in the eyes as he screamed out in agony.

My moment of happiness didn’t last long. I was kicked to the ground and beaten. I got some slashes into one man’s ankle, distracting him until I cut through his achilles tendon, making him fall over.

Two others grabbed my hands, pinned me down and tried to tear my clothes off. I was snarling, shrieking and trying to stab the man closest to my right hand. 

I freed my hand and almost got to sink my blade into the man’s neck before I was kicked in the ribs by the one with a slit wrist. I screamed, almost blacking out due to the pain. 

I lost hearing in my left ear as my head got kicked, and I coughed out blood. The world was spinning and my vision was going foggy. 

I was almost gone.

The last thing I saw before I blacked out was a shadow coming from the darkness to my left, his boots clinking ominously with each step he took. I vaguely saw some of the men cursing and running away, with about half standing and challenging him.

The shadow didn’t accelerate. Not even when one of the men pulled out a gun.

I saw a bright flash. He’d tried to shoot him. I would have laughed if I wasn’t dying in some conspicuous alley. 

My vision finally gave way and my hearing succumbed not long after. But not before I got to hear the tortured howls and cracking bones of the men who had wronged me. 

God wouldn’t offer me retribution. Neither would the law, or the government, or any normal person. 

But he did. 

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I hope u enjoyed this, everyone! I'm excited to share this story with you and I hope you are interested in where it will go!! Stay safe and have a good evening/day 💖

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- trevor anon

time for a LONG steve story, sry y’all. i got carried away

Part 1

being brendan brisson’s younger sister definitely had its positives. like, for example, getting to see all his hot teammates. you hadn’t seen any of them recently, because whenever he had them over or they were in town, you were always out of town. this time though, it was different. he had just gotten back home from his development camp in vegas, and he brought a friend with him. one you hadn’t really seen a lot, and talked to only once. steve holtz. you had been home by yourself all week and you knew brendan was coming, you just didn’t know when. the day he came home, you were out back in the pool, just chilling. all of the sudden the back door burst open, causing you to scream. “i’m home!” “what the hell, bren? warn a girl first!” “well hello to you too.” you raised your eyebrows and got out of the pool and hugged him, soaking his shirt. “what the hell?!” “i said hello. you happy now?” he rolled his eyes at you, turned around, and walked back in the house. as you started back to the pool, you heard another voice, one you didn’t recognize. before you even had a chance you ask brendan who was there, he came back out. “steve and i were gonna get something to eat and then go to the beach. wanna come?” steve? “yeah, sure. just give me a bit to dry off and get changed.” “okay. we’ll wait.” you go lay down on the chair by the pool to let yourself dry off. after a bit, you felt the sun disappear. you opened your eyes to see brendan standing above you, hands on his hips. “dry yet?” “yes miss impatient, i’m dry. let me go get changed.” he moved so you could get up. you wrapped your towel around you and hurried to your room, hoping brendan’s friend wouldn’t see you. you quickly got ready, putting on a new swimsuit that was dry and throwing your ‘michigan sister’ shirt on with a pair of shorts. you quickly do your hair and slide on some sandals. “i’m ready bren.” “finally.” “you really are miss impatient, aren’t you?” you look up to see brendan’s friend. oh. steve. the cute engineering one. great. “hey. y/n, right? it’s been a while.” “yeah. how you been?” “good.” “congrats on getting invited to dev camp, by the way. that’s amazing.” “thank you.” the three of you walked to a nearby restaurant and sat down. brendan and steve talked almost the entire time, which left you multiple opportunities to steal looks at steve. he was attractive, alright. brendan’s whole team was. but for some reason, you were feeling different around steve. could you like him? “hey. hello?” brendan snapped you out of your trance. “we’re ready to go to the beach now. you ready?” “yep.” the three of you stand up and head over to the beach, not before stopping by the house to grab towels. you immediately lay your towel down and strip out of your shirt and shorts. you turned around just in time to see steve pulling his shirt off. holy shit, he’s even hotter than you thought he was. before you could get any more distracted, you felt brendan pick you up and start running towards the water. “bren!” you’re giggling as he’s running and you look up to see steve smiling, looking at you. you jokingly reach your arms out to him and mouth, “help.” he just laughs as brendan throws you in the water. next thing you know, brendan is being thrown in by steve. you swim over and pull steve in. “took you long enough to get over here.” “why’d you pull me in?” “because you didn’t help me, even when i asked you.” he just laughed. “i’m so very sorry about that.” the three of you laughed and splashed around for a while, and you caught yourself looking at steve a lot, but you also caught him looking at you. you decide to head home before you start going crazy over steve. “i’m gonna head back, i’m getting pretty tired.” “okay, see you back home.” you fall asleep as soon as you hit the bed. your dreams consisted of steve holtz and all the unholy things he could do to you. what a dream.

i wanna dream about steve too💔

[tobi-momo]

You Belong With Me

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei x Reader GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Angst (?) | Comfort (?) | Mutual Pining | Slowburn | Confession WARNINGS: tsukki has a toxic gf | cursing | ooc? | implied infidelity (not you or kei) | prolly more sry WORD COUNT: 2k A/N: this fic is HEAVILY based off of You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift- if you've seen the music video this is like it but my way 😌 uhh i hope you like it <3 oh also pls don't cringe it'll hurt my feelings

“What was she so mad about?” Your voice bleeds through his phone as he scribbles on his homework with his number two pencil, sighing at your question. He looks up briefly to his window to see you at your desk across your two properties’ filing the papers for your math class, organizing your work. Your phone is sandwiched between your shoulder and your ear, your eyes narrowed as you focus on what assignments are what.

“Kei?”

He shakes his head as his mind snaps out of the daze, his golden eyes flicking down to his work. “Uh,” he sighs as he re-grips his pencil, “I teased her a little bit and she got mad,” he finished. You chuckled before covering your mouth with your hand, finally looking up at the man through your clear panes.

“You’re kidding,” you giggle, a smile leading onto Kei’s face while he listens to your voice, although refusing to look up at your face, he shakes his head in a joking dismissal.

“No, I’m not. But we are never mentioning it again.”

“Oh, good luck getting me to keep quiet!” You shout as your back straightens against your desk chair, a smug look playing on your face once the blond male looks up at you.

He stands up, a reciprocating smirk laying on his lips before he says, “You will,” before he takes his phone away from his ear, pressing the “hang up” button and raising his arm to close the drapes. You laugh with satisfaction while you exit his contact, turning on some music and tossing your phone on your bed before cleaning up your area and strumming your fingers like an imaginary guitar.

He opened his curtains expecting to see you sulking while doing your work, only to see you dance like an idiot while you blast your music, your pencils acting as a microphone as you perform your concert in front of your stuffed animals. He could hear the music from across the yard, him identifying it as your shared playlist that you two made a couple years back, the duration over fifteen hours as about three-hundred songs reside. An accidental chuckle escaped him as his eyes rested on your jumping figure for just a couple seconds. It was for entertainment. Yeah. That’s it.

~.~.~.~

Sticking your fabric marker on the construction paper, you write out your message to Kei.

“I love you”. It was a message that would tell him that he deserves the best and nothing less. It was something that you treasured and wanted to share that value with him. Something that told him that he belonged with you.

You hoped that one day you’d be able to give it to him, to tell him how you really feel, to show that you can do a better job than her, but you never got the chance. Carrying the folded slip in your pocket, ready to pull out, his phone rings. As you sit on the bench on the side of the road, you wonder how long it had been since you had seen him really smile. You had made him smile a lot before, even if he doesn’t smile a lot genuinely, there are some times where real happiness seeps through his facade. You like it when that happens, always have. You noticed how much his happiness had reduced over the course of these last few months, though.

He answers the phone very monotone, very uninterested. He sounded obligated while he spoke to his girlfriend, sighing sharply once he hung up.

“What was that about?”

“Just drama. Kind of sick of it at this point.” He sticks his phone in his pocket, looking over to your concerned expression. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he says while rolling his eyes, placing a soft hand on your head and letting it rest. His hand retracted quickly when the sound of his name rings through his ears, his head whipping towards his girlfriend's figure. He readjusts his glasses, sitting straight up and swinging the strap of his school bag over his shoulder before he gets up and sluggishly walks across the street, meeting up with the one he was set to have a date with later. He subtly waved to you prior to turning his head away and continuing his stroll with his date hanging on his arm. You ignore the glare served your way when you wave back to him, forgetting the multiple reasons of why you wanted him away from her so he can enjoy his date. Hopefully.

~.~.~.~

As you stand on the bleachers of Kei’s game, you watch him stride over the court and jump to block the ball, a playful smirk residing on his lips as he sends the ball to the other side. You clap for him, shouting praises his way in hopes he might hear you over everyone else. Especially her. The screaming and unnecessary noise making your ears bleed a bit. You didn’t mean to be irritated by it, but the pulse on your forehead and the grit of your teeth made it painfully obvious you didn’t really like her.

When the end of the game hit, you were overloaded with joy at Kei’s victory. You hurriedly make your way over to him before gripping him tightly in a hug, not caring about the sweat that drips off his body. You could feel his arms flex as he raised his arms to hesitantly reciprocate your actions until his arms completely dropped, his body stiff.

“What the hell?” He muttered under his breath as he firmly moved you aside to walk away. Following after him, you let your head peek out from the side of his back, watching it all occur in front of you. “What’s this?”

“What? Nothing, Kei,” she mewls, setting her hands on her boyfriend’s shirt as if she thought he was silly.

“Yeah, we were just, uh, talkin’.” The man before her fibs.

“Not according to what I just saw,” Kei accuses the two with a furrowed brow, fed up. You come out from behind him, glaring at his girlfriend in hate. This was it.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” the man dismisses, turning to keep the conversation with her going.

Stepping forward, you place an arm in front of Kei, stopping his movements as you eye his girlfriend. “Tell me you were not just flirting with this man and we’ll leave.”

“I wasn-”

“Don't,” you pause, taking a deep breath as you watch her take a step back, “don’t lie to me, or you will regret it,” you threaten, a sharp glint in your eye telling her that you are oh so serious about this. Behind you, Kei watches as you make his girlfriend stammer on her words, a subconscious smile leaking on his face.

She stomps away with anger, the man beside her moving away as well, scoffing.

~.~.~.~

He didn’t say much on the way home; you trailed behind him as he walked away in part anger and denial. You didn’t really know what to say. Should you go back and find the girl and beat some sense into her? Should you give some words of the wise to Kei? Would he even take it?

As you watch him slow down to match your pace, you grow confused. You were headed to your place, so why was he suddenly following? “Kei?” He hums in response, his head hanging low. “Would you like to stay at my place? I can make coffee and we can stay up shit-talking our least favorite people,” you giggle and softly bump into his side, a stifled chuckle escaping him.

“Whatever,” he mumbles with an obvious smile as he continues to walk with you. When you quietly shut the door and take your shoes off, you softly tread to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine- the man that you took home followed, his arm planting on the marble counter as his eyes trail over your moving figure.

As you sit on the stool next to him beside your kitchen island, you converse about the drama he’s been scooped in, him rolling his eyes twice a minute and his irritation level going off the charts as he recalls the events. He hated it, you could tell. He made it pretty obvious he wasn’t happy about it, too.

“Are you still going to the dance with her tomorrow then?” You speak curiously, twirling your fingers around each other while staring blankly into the marble as you awkwardly sit there, awaiting an answer.

It takes him a second to respond, a long sigh and a deep thought coming into play in his mind once he looks over to your spaced expression. Does he really want to go? Did he want to go with her, or with someone else- you? “Probably.”

Oh. “Are you sure you wanna do that? After what happened today?”

“Why not. Nothing better to do,” he justifies, shrugging. Yeah, you probably should have seen that coming.

The note that resided in your pocket seemed to crumple a little bit when you came to terms with the fact that he may never notice you the way you wanted him to.

~.~.~.~

“Are you going?” Kei asks over his phone as he takes his suit out of his closet.

“Ah, no,” you breathe out as guilt pools in your stomach, your elbow balancing sitting on your desk while dozing off into something that is not mathematical equations.

“Oh,” is all he says before telling you he needed to get ready, giving his goodbye.

After the call ends, you see the light fading away from his room as he closes the drapes, giving you a sign to start working again. You wondered what would happen if you possibly showed up. You originally were going to go, but the date that canceled soon beforehand gave your mind a gentle squeeze, telling you that the dance wasn’t for you. Still, the tiniest urge told you to make an appearance. You groan in waver, giving in.

~.~.~.~

You felt good. You felt really good. Wearing your planned outfit to this dance, you make your way inside carefully, minding the crowd. You catch the eye of the one girl that you held a grudge against, watching her grope another man on the dance floor. You roll your eyes in disgust as you move your head around to find a tall blond in the crowd. He leaned against the wall across from you his arms crossed while his dilated pupils trace the light that bounces off the floor.

“Hey,” you greet him, his attention whipping to you as he raises his head.

“Hi,” he reluctantly answers you while standing straight up, a relieved smirk leading onto his lips. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I didn’t want to put my outfit to waste,” you smile, spreading your arms to show your attire.

“Yeah, well you came at perfect timing,” he points towards his girlfriend which you identified earlier, although he seemed like he didn’t care all that much.

Gripping the folded paper in your pocket, you slip it out with two fingers confidently. “I have something to tell you,” you admit, your eyes staying centered on his black suit.

“Go on,” he eggs, hands staying at the side of his body while he watches you fluster yourself. It takes you less than a second to shove the note in his stomach and turn around, your face turning hotter and hotter every moment. Your hands lay against your cheeks as your nerves rattle beneath your skin, your ears tingling when you hear a sweet chuckle glide against his lips. “You should have told me a long time ago, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to deal with,” his eyebrows turn up as his head tips towards the dancing figure just a couple of feet away from you guys, “...that.”

You turn around slowly, disbelief covering your face when you look at his smug expression. “Are you kidding me? You’re telling me this,” you gesture at the both of you with your pointer finger, “could have been something a long time ago?”

He sucks in through his teeth, taking a grip on your arm and pulling you with him as he walks through the crowd to the middle of the room. “Yep. Guess you missed out.”

“Says you,” you roll your eyes with attitude as you pick up your pace and place your hand in his.

He knew he belonged with you, he was just wondering when you would admit that.

aaa here it is! three days of work! sry i havent been posting lately ive been working <3 (reupload bc tumblrs a little bitch)

REQUESTS: OPEN

reblogs are VERY appreciated!

[sunookkii]

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.enhypen imagine ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

Cute <3

Jungwon tutor x Reader

One shot ^ this kinda sucks sry 😃

Warnings : none just fluff very much fluffy

Word count : ^200-300?

You caught yourself staring at the same guys every single day, he seemed to have noticed a couple of times but barely, which is better for you. You two were in the same class for every subject for years now,,, kind of a coincidence but it was a benefit for you. You started catching feelings for him since last year. 

Something about him was so perfect. How he was gentle, kind, handsome, caring and smart. He wasn’t so popular, though he had a small group of friends. Everything about him was perfect, from his hair, his face, his smile, his grades, to his personality. In class you always sat next to him, he knew who you were but you two were too shy to talk to one another. Until one day..

Everyone knew that your grades weren’t always the best but Jungwon’s grades were. The principal had asked if Jungwon could tutor you and help you study for a couple of days to help you get back on your feet. As the nice guy Jungwon is he accepted.

Jungwon : Hey y/n right?”

Y/n : “yeah..” his smile almost made you melt right in front of him, why did he have to be so handsome you ask yourself?

Jungwon : “soo when are you free?”

Y/n : “I’m free anytime, but I’m free right now”

Jungwon : “oh okay ill tutor you at your house if that’s okay?”

Y/n : “no yeah of course that’s fine”

He smiles at you again, you on the other hand trying to tell your heart not to explode.

The bell finally rung to dismiss the students, why are you so nervous its just a tutoring session no more than that. You go outside and see jungwon happily running up to you

Jungwon : “y/n wait up!”

You guys walk home together talking about the most randomest things, you didn’t know that jungwon was so easy to talk too, you felt as if you knew him for so long.

You two finally arrived at your house to see that your parents arent’t home. Oh right your parents come home really late so you often have the whole house to yourself.

You hurry up to your room as jungwon looks around for a bit

Jungwon : “ur house is nice”

Y/n : “thanks its a little small though,, anyways hurrry up”

Jungwon : “ok ok I’m coming”

You finally arrive to your room which wasn’t too far away. You guys get comfortable on the floor and started to set up the subjects.

Jungwon : “which subject did you need help on?”

Y/n : “mostly math, oh and i need to study for the history exam soon”

Jungwon : “ok i can help you.”

4 hours past by and you started to get so tired, trying to focus on studying but your eyes kept on closing. The sky started turning dark which wasn’t helping at all. Jungwon started noticing how tired you got, how you were literally bobbing your head from side to side. Without even realizing it your arms started going under your head causing you to fall asleep on your textbooks. Jungwon started to grow attached to you after this day, he thinks you’re so unintentionally cute. He watches you as you fall asleep. It was really late, but before he left he carried you carefully to your bed and covered you with blankets that were already laid out.

Right before he leaves he whispers to you “goodnight cutie”

(Hope you jungwon stans liked this imagine idk why this took me so long to write anyways goodbye lovelysss <3)

[kumacyy]

Hello how are you me im doing good can i request a one shot where nanami and fem!reader are at a mall (and can the reader be chubby?) and the reader look at a girl that is thinner than her and nanami notices this and her takes the reader home and has gental sex with her and prasies her and tells her she is beautiful and she doesnt need to change?

You're Perfect

Hey!! It's good to hear that you're alright sorry it took so long I had a writer's block so I hope you don't mind me going silent for a while anyways I hope you like it.

《Warnings》: 18+, gentle sex, praising, and body worship

Wc:

Unedited

Nanami Kento x Chubby! Reader

You were walking with your very handsome daddy boyfriend in the mall bonding with each other since we sure as hell all know that Nanami needs a break. Especially when a certain man child is nearby. But enough of that you and him were walking around the mall doing some window shopping and occasionally buying clothes.

Whilst you were walking around you noticed a HUGE crowd of people some were screaming some were taking their phones out but they're mostly pushing each other running to your direction. 'Probably someone famous' you thought and unfortunately for you; you got dragged by the crowd no matter how much you held on to nanami your grip just slipped and ofc this caused you and nanami to panic.

And getting dragged caused you to meet the lady that the people has been going crazy on... it was Kitagawa, Megumi (from say I love you) out of all the models that you have seen she was the one you loathed the most (sry I still hold grudges '^') I mean with just a single look at her pictures in the magazine you immediately knew she was fake. Well maybe loathed is too much but you still hated her so at first interaction with her you grimaced on the inside knowing it would offend her if you did it openly.

"Oh! I'm very sorry I just got dragged in the crowd" you apologized.

"No, no it's fine I understand it wasn't your fault anyways" she responded.

"Anyways sorry again bye!" You said trying to leave immediately while respectfully giving a wave.

"Farewell!" She said while waving her hand in response.

And with that you dissapeared in the crowd trying your best to navigate through it and of course because you're a clumsy hoe person you tripped and fell well almost fell luckily for you your sugar dadae boyfriend was there to catch you and with that you were thankful. Once both you finally left the crowd you were back to window shopping but with you more spaced out.

I mean could you blame yourself you just met a model a slim model to be more precise. The more you think about her the more insecure you become and nanami having to always be busy does not help at all. I mean what if he was just using his job as an excuse to mingle with women. No. I doubt it, he wouldn't would he? I mean he's a handsome and muscular man he can easily attract women and the fact that he settled with someone like you a fat girl is just weird.

And with more thoughts going through your head the more you get insecure which results with you unconsciously scowled at the thought which did not go unnoticed to your boyfriend. He knows you're thinking ill of yourself your expression alone made him think you're insecure which means he also knows that you were doubting his loyalty which hurt him not gonna lie. But that wouldn't stop him from loving you nonetheless.

He's for sure has to comfort you at home in a way so that you wouldn't think ill of yourself nor doubt his loyalty. It's a win win situation he gets to comfort you and you get to know how much he loves you plus he's been missing you for a while now.

And with that after hours of window shopping it was finally evening. While going home the atmosphere in the car was very tense and awkward for you but to nanami he's just thinking of ways to make sure you know he's loyal. Once you guys want home he immediately locked the front door and placed your things on the ground and went to grab your wrist. Not too hard to hurt you just enough so that you won't break free and dragged you to your shared bedroom.

Of course you didn't expect this after you went home you just expected it to be awkward so you were definitely confused.

"Nanami?" You questioned

"..." he didn't respond he just kept dragging you to the bedroom.

And once you finally reached the bedroom he immediately locked the bedroom door and pinned you against it. And started kissing you in a gentle way that you found very comforting and kissed back. Seconds later you guys released being out of breath he started giving you butterfly kisses.

"I love you so much." He mumbled in a husky voice it was low but still audible enough for you to hear.

And hearing what he said made you skip a beat and blush so out of embarrassment you hid your face on his chest which also made you hear his heart beat. It was beating very fast as if he was nervous to make the wrong move. While you were deep in thought he carried you to the bed and made you sit on it.

With a plop you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at nanami confused and with that he started to take your clothes off in a very gentle way like he's handling a very fragile object. After your clothes has been removed completely leaving you in your underwear and out of instinct you immediately covered your body with your arms. Which he had predicted and held your arms instantly uncovering it and started kissing your body that you were insecure about.

"Chu~ I love you" he said while kissing your cheeks.

"Chu~ I love this" he said again but instead of kissing your cheek he kissed your nose.

"Chu~ and this-" he said kissing each and every stretch marks on your body.

"Chu~ and this-" he continued and kissing your stomach and thighs.

"Chu~ and this of course" he said kissing your curves (hips, waist, bobs and a$s)

"Chu~ and this as well" he said kissing you body hair (armpit hair, leg hair, arm hair, and the hair underneath your belly button)

(A/n please keep in mind I'm not saying you guys have these insecurities it's just there because I think those are some of the things that most people have insecurities on (I researched about it) and also mines we all have insecurities all we have to do is to accept them.)

And with that it made your insecurities and doubts get washed away solely because you saw and heard how sincere he really is on about how much he loves you. He then pulled away and took his clothes off hastily and eagerly and after he took his clothes he is now in front of you buck naked. And with him standing it gave you a clear view of his huge cock which made you Yelp and cover your eyes immediately and made him chuckle at how cute you were being.

And he took your underwear of and carried you and placed you on his lap making you straddle him and entered in your womanhood which made your breath hitch and moan for having to be stretched after months of not doing it. And since he's a very patient man he waited for you to adjust which wasn't long. Since it was specifically made to take his cock in.

"N-ngh. yo-u.. can m-move." You stuttered having a hard time speaking because of the pleasure you were receiving.

And with that he started to gently move you and with you also helping by moving up and down. Then the room was know filled with skin slapping, and moans and groans of pleasure.

"A-ahh~"

"Ugh~"

And after going at it for hours you guys finally are close to your end which you both know.

"I-I'm close.." he said

"I-I'm c-close too.." you said

And with that you finally released together which made you scream in ecstasy and him groan loudly and with that he finally pulled out and placed you on the bed in which you were still in a dazed state and went to put his boxers on and went out the bedroom to get towels and water bottles then came back with fresh underwear for you.

And went to clean you up and gave you water which you thanked him for and then layed beside you and pulling you into his embrace.

"I love you so much" he said kissing your forehead

"I love you too" you said snuggling closer to his chest and slowly drift to sleep.

After seeing you asleep made him smile lovingly ant your sleeping face and mumbled to himself then started drifting to sleep as well.

"You're Perfect..."

Hey guys I hope you like it and thanks so much for reading.

[flooffybits]

At Your Corner

Idol: Kim Minji (Dreamcatcher)

Anon: my heart just broke bc i saw a pic of minji smiling but trying to hide her pain when their deja vu win got snatched by the sh*w so may i request a scenario with jiu being sad abt that but since shes in public, she needs to smile for the fans. 8th member reader who doesnt rlly show her emotions notices and just lets her kid side out like suddenly jumping in front of jiu and going "hey im a race car get on!" to make her laugh then fans coo and stuff? sry if this is a mess u can change anything tnx

A/n: this came very recently and i don’t usually work on newer requests but this fit my mood way too much that i couldn’t help BUT write it

☕buy me a coffee☕

Standing at the corner of the room, you survey the scene and watch as your members all look exhausted after everything you’ve been through.

It’s quieter than usual, and while you usually preferred it, you hated this silence.

Once again, you were close to finally obtaining a win for your group, and yet you were just a few points too short when The Show finally released the results. You could feel as your members’ shoulders visibly fell when you were all finally off the stage and from the public eye. You had all worked so hard and believed that this comeback would finally be the one to get you a win.

The first weeks of promotions had made you start to lose hope when you had yet to obtain what your group desired, but your leader remained optimistic through it all, telling you that it wasn’t over and that you still had more chances. Yet in the end, her optimism was snuffed out as she sat by the corner, head in her hands as she struggled to pull herself together for when you all had to leave the venue and face your fans.

To make matters worse, Handong was leaving for China in a few days.

With a shaky breath, you turned away and shrugged off your stage outfit, replacing it with the shirt you previously wore, tossing on your hoodie and cap when you were done before heading out of the room, one of your managers quickly following after you as Bora’s frown deepened when she caught a glimpse of your expression.

“Come on, girls. We have to get going soon.” Minji called after she cleaned her face and dusted herself off. She watched as Yoohyeon hurried and quickly left, silently asking your remaining managers where you had gone off to before she went to find you.

With a heavy heart, the girls exited the waiting room and headed for the building exit where you and Yoohyeon were already waiting, the younger girl holding your hand while she kept her head on your shoulder, nuzzling against you for comfort whilst you held her closer to yourself with your own head down.

Minji felt a tug in her heart to see you, but when she tried to reach you, Siyeon tugged at her arm and then shook her head, knowing that there would be no getting to you at this point.

While you rarely expressed yourself, it was easy to tell when you wanted to shut everything and everyone out. You would let the girls come near you, but you wouldn’t say a single thing or react to anything they’ll say except for a nod or a shake of the head in case they ask you something.

“Unnie told me she was with Everglow before Yoohyeon unnie found her.” Gahyeon muttered softly from beside the vocalist. “She said she was trying to make them feel better because of the votes.”

It was a little after you all exited the stage when people began making comments online about miscalculations. As much as it was a possibility, you and your members decided not to look into it just so it wouldn’t further worsen your mood. You were already upset with having lost, it made you feel even worse to know that your dongsaengs were most likely receiving backlash with everything that was happening.

“It’s going to be okay.” Bora murmured, squeezing her friend’s hand as they approached you and the quiet girl. Handong offered you a small smile, but you merely nodded at her before looking to the door, hearing the shouts of fans that were waiting for you.

You lower your cap over your eyes just to avoid making further eye contact with anyone before finally leaving the venue, eyes squinting at the flashing of the cameras. Yoohyeon had let go of you to join Bora and Yubin’s side. Siyeon and Gahyeon stood closely side by side and Minji was clinging to Handong in order to comfort both of them.

And it just hurt so much more to see them forcing smiles on their faces when you knew just how terrible they all felt. You also knew that your own fans felt just as bad, seeing the tears on some of them when the winners were announced.

Right now, you felt stuck because it was usually Gahyeon and Minji who kept bright smiles on their faces. Your members were always eager to interact with fans, just like you, but this whole predicament merely took its toll on all of you.

But you refused to let this night end with them in tears.

Smiling, you waved to your fans and tried to give off the energy your members were lacking despite how it would usually be the other way around. Looking to your managers for permission, they were a little less strict this time around when they knew you just needed some space and allowed you to approach some fans.

Your members were somewhat surprised as you stepped away from them to greet everyone, thanking each of them for coming and supporting you all. Minji could feel her eyes watering at the sight of you trying your absolute best in covering for all of them, even trying to distract fans from noticing their weary state.

“Please be safe when you get home! The others are a little tired so please understand.” You tell them with a meaningful look and you were just grateful to know you had such understanding and thoughtful fans.

Even with the blinding flashes of the camera, you did your best speaking with them until your eyes landed on a few teary eyed Somnias. You felt your throat close up, but you do your best to swallow your emotions before approaching them. “Hey, why are you crying?” You asked and they turn to you with sadness swimming in their glossy eyes.

“We wanted to finally give you all a win, but we couldn’t do it.” One of them answers, your expression softening before you shook your head and opened your arms for them. Giving them both a warm hug, you patted their backs before giving them a small squeeze. “You guys did more than enough. You got us nominated, and that’s a really big thing, so thank you.” You assure them with your best smile,

“We’ll keep working harder, so please don’t be sad.”

Seeing your interaction with the fans pushed tears to Siyeon’s eyes and she had to avert her gaze while Bora wiped at the corner of her own eyes at your selflessness.

It didn’t take long before you came bounding over to your members and you sported a grin as you patted all of them, be it on the arm of back. “Come on, come on! I’m hungry, aren’t you?” You question playfully, earning a giggle from Yubin while Handong reached to pinch your cheeks.

When you turn to your leader, you smile before turning around so your back is facing her then gesture for her to hope onto your back. “Unnie, everyone is slow! Come on, you can get the food faster if you come with me.”

Minji couldn’t help but laugh at your display, her heart warming at your rare carefree personality and knowing that you were doing this for them.

So, without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you crouched down before allowing you to lift her on her back, laughter bubbling from her lips as you carried her away from the rest of your members while they watched on with smiles on their faces, happy to see your leader a little better compared to earlier.

“Yah! Unnie, be careful!” Gahyeon called out when Minji squealed after you nearly tripped, but you were able to tighten your hold on her legs, securing her on your back before you decided to merely walk instead of run to the van, the older woman’s face tucked comfortably against your neck that you could feel her smiling against your skin.

You didn’t have to go out of your way to check up on her and make her feel better, but she appreciated how you still did so without anyone having to ask you to do it. As quiet as you were, she loved the way you were ready to come to their aid.

“Thank you.” You hear her whisper and you hum while shrugging your shoulders lightly. “It’s nothing, unnie.” Though despite your words, she knows that you were relieved to have her, and the others, smiling as well.

Later that night, there are articles about you and your actions for that day. Pictures of you with fans and Minji, especially, circulate everywhere, but the girls decide that staying off social media would be healthy for them as they happily ate the food that you had asked your managers to bring to the dorm.

“Do you think we should wake her up?” Yubin asked when she glanced to your shared room, but Handong shook her head and smiled after drinking some water. “Jiu unnie did say she’ll take care of Y/n, so we can wait until they’re back.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen Y/n unnie have that much energy.” Yoohyeon commented after chewing her food, Gahyeon nodding in agreement with a tiny smile on her face. “Unnie is honestly so cute. I wanted to cry when she was hugging and comforting Somnias.” The maknae pouted while Bora giggled. “That kid is really unpredicatable sometimes.”

Siyeon scoffed at her claim, chopsticks pointed in the dancer’s direction. “Speak for yourself.” That earned a smack on the arm as Handong burst into laughter, everyone else following after as they exchanged more stories, forgetting about the award show and their previous concnerns.

Meanwhile, Minji looked down at you with a fond smile as you laid on her chest, arms wrapped around her waist as she kept her own around your slightly smaller frame.

As much as she cried earlier, you were able to make her feel better. Even as you slept soundly against her, she would thank you endlessly for being in her life and picking her up whenever she was down.

Somewhere along the way, she realized that some trophy meant nothing compared to the love and support she’s received from the people who surrounded her. While it was nice to have that recognition for the group, she would pick a group that was stable and gave as much as they received any day.

As long as you were among those people, her heart was safe and sound.

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Stray Kids Reaction: S/o Has a Migraine and Can’t Sleep

A/n: I had a super bad headache last night so I just came up with this. Sry for the lack of og content! I’m working on a big request rn! (btw this is not edited so sorry for mistakes)

Warnings: maybe a couple curse words? nudity? idk its chill

Bangchan:

You had been prone to get migraines every now and then. As a result, you often didn’t sleep very well. Tonight was just one of those nights. It was a particularly bad one. You wanted to scream it hurt so much, but Chan was sleeping peacefully beside you. This was the third time this month. You didn’t want to wake him up again.

Slowly, you got out of bed. It seemed every movement only made the pain worse. You started to get dizzy. Bracing yourself against your closet, you sighed and rubbed your temples. “Chan...” You felt terrible about waking him up, but you needed help. “Channie...babe?” You said a little louder. He shot up in bed.

“I'm up. I'm up.” He looked around the dark room until he saw you by the closet. He rubbed his eyes and jumped out of bed. “Is it your head, baby?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You nodded and Chan gave you a tired smile. 

Carefully he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as you tried to ignore the sharp pain coming from the top of your head. Chan carried you into the bathroom and closed the door with his foot. He carefully set you on the counter and the flicked on the lights. “Ahh!” You yelped, clutching your head.

“Sorry! Sorry! I forgot!” Chan said, flipping the light switch back off. Chan turned the shower all the way to hot and let the steam fill up the room. He kissed your cheek before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The mirror fogged with steam and the pressure in your head started to subside little by little.

Chan softly knocked on the door before entering again. By now steam was setting into the room like a mist. Sweat beaded on both your foreheads and the glass Chan held in his hand. Your boyfriend came to stand between your legs, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. 

“Drink some water, baby girl.” You took the glass, his hand staying nearby in case you dropped it. After you drank all the water, you leaned your head against Chan’s shoulder letting him rub your back. 

“I’m so sorry that it hurts, Y/n.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

Minho:

Work had been seriously stressing you out lately. So much so that Minho went to sleep before you did. You were doing your best to work through the splitting headache you had but it was impossible. Deciding to give up, you trudged to bed. However, laying down only seemed to make it worse. 

Minho was sleeping soundly beside you, completely oblivious to your pain. You did your best to fall asleep. But it felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to the side of your skull. “Minho,” You said shaking your boyfriend. “Minho, please wake up.” You said clutching your head in pain. He groaned and rolled over, sleepily glaring at you.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“My head is killing me. Fuck...It hurts so much I feel like I’m gonna be sick.” You said trying not to cry. Minho looked around, brows furrowing and then back at you.

“Well....what do you want me to do about it?” I sighed and slapped his shoulder, making him yelp. “Okay! Okay! Sheesh.” Minho stumbled out of your shared bed and shuffled sleepily down the hall. He came back a few minutes later with a bag of frozen peas and water. 

“Peas?”

“Sorry, we were out of brussels sprouts.” He said helping you hold the freezing bag to your head. He watched you drink the water and lazily rubbed your thigh as he sat next to you. You knew he didn’t mean to be rude. He was just sleepy. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up,”

“Don’t apologize.” He said, taking your hand in his. Minho felt the back of your neck, only to pull away at the temperature. He gently took the bag of peas from you and transferred it, pushing your hair out of the way. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Minho leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. Your boyfriend sat with you half asleep until the migraine finally went away.

Changbin:

You were very stressed. Stressed was an understatement. There wasn’t a word for how much pressure you were under. You had been pushing it all down and just telling yourself it would all be over soon. However, it had started to affect your sleep. You would get these splitting headaches anytime you lied down. 

Changbin lounged across your couch scrolling through his phone, probably ordering the food you had talked about earlier. “I can pay for it this time, Bin.” You said running a hand through your hair. Your boyfriend shook his head, throwing his phone on the couch.

“Nonsense. I’m paying. Come here, baby. You look really stressed. Lie down for a minute.” You shook your head. You knew if you lied down, the pain which was already starting to throb against your skull would get worse. “Y/n, I’m gonna make you lie down if you don’t come over here.” Again you shook your head and turned, trying to find something to occupy your tired mind and body.

Changbin sighed and pushed himself off the sofa. He wrapped you in his arms and dragged you down onto the couch, your head laying on the cushions. He backed away when you cried out in pain. “Changbin, I told you I didn’t want to lie down!” You said clutching your head. 

“Baby, I’m sorry! What’s wrong?” You shook your head, pain throbbing.

“It’s nothing. It’ll pass....eventually.”

“No, you’re hurting. Tell me what I can do.”

You tried to push past the swelling and throbbing. “Umm....uh...in my bedroom. The nightstand- in the drawer there is a little glass bottle. It’s brown and green.” Changbin nodded and got off the couch. 

You could hear him rummaging through the drawer looking for one of the bottles of essential oils you had. The doorbell rang, making you cry out from the sound. “I’ve got it, baby! Hold on!” Changbin said rushing to the door. Quietly he thanked the delivery guy and placed the food on the table.

“Is this why you haven’t been sleeping?” He asked handing me the bottle of peppermint oil. Nodding, I opened it and rubbed some of the oil on my temples. The pain started to fade away very slowly. Changbin wrapped and arm around me, pulling me into his chest. “Baby, you’ve got to tell me when you’re hurting so I can help.”

Hyunjin:

Today was not your day. Nothing seemed to be going right. On top of all that you were beginning to worry about money problems. There wasn’t enough in your savings to start paying off your student loans and no matter how much your boyfriend tried you wouldn’t let him pay for the entire rent of your shared apartment. 

Your shifts were getting cut back all week so you were struggling to come up with the money for rent, let alone something for Hyunjin’s birthday at the end of the week. Your boyfriend was still at rehearsal, giving you time to look at your finances without him offering to pay every eight seconds. Your brain was pulsing against your skull. 

You gave up after the pain started making words float off the bank statement you were reading. You switched off all the lights and rubbed your temples. The pain was only getting worse. Not having the energy to walk to your bedroom you just laid down on the cool wood floor in your living room. 

“Y/n? Hey, gorgeous! I’m home!” Hyunjin called out. The sound of his keys dropping in the dish made you clutch your head and whimper. You heard him walk over to the kitchen table and sigh when he saw the papers. “Babe, I told you not to worry about all this....Y/n?” He called out again.

“Y/N!” He yelped seeing you on the floor.

“Ahh...Jinnie...please be quiet. My head...” He nodded and carefully lowered himself onto the floor, laying on his stomach. “Hyunjin, what are you doing?” You said rubbing your eyes. Another sharp pain erupted from the top of your head, making you wince. 

“I don’t really know how to help...so I’m just being here if you need me.” 

If you didn’t feel so horrible you would kiss him. Gently he stroked your hair and sat against the couch. His arms wrapped around you pulling you into his lap, apologizing profusely when you whimpered in pain. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered into his chest.

“Please let me pay for the rent, gorgeous. I don’t want you hurting like this.” He kissed your forehead when you nodded the tiniest bit.

Jisung:

This had not been your week. Everything seemed to be going wrong and fighting with your mom was the last straw. Jisung was set to be at the studio until late so you just cried. And maybe screamed...a little. You just let it all out until your entire body hurt from crying. It wasn’t the healthiest option, but it was healthier than keeping it all in.

The sound of the lock turning from the front door sent you shooting up from the couch and wiping your tears. A splitting pain shot through your head, making you wince, but you smiled seeing your boyfriend come home early. “Jisung, I didn’t expect you to come home for like...another four hours.”

“I missed you baby.” He said kissing your forehead. You tried to hide how much it hurt and quickly pecked his lips. After having dinner together and getting ready for bed, the pain in your head just kept getting worst. Jisung quickly fell asleep, but you lay tossing and turning next to him.

You stared up at the ceiling hours later, listening to the snores coming from your boyfriend beside you. Every way you turned hurt and the pain was so much that you wanted to cry. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Jisung asked drowsily after you gave up and sat against the backboard, clutching your head.

“Ji, it hurts...” 

He sat up, still half asleep, and wiped a few straggling tears. “What hurts, baby? What is it?” He tried to blink the heaviness away from his eyes. His tired eyes softened seeing you in pain.

“My head. It hurts so bad.” Without saying another word, Jisung got up from his side of the bed and walked around to yours. Gently he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. Not bothering to turn on the lights your boyfriend carefully and sleepily set you on the counter, placing a kiss on your cheek. 

He turned on the shower, steam filling the room. With slow tired movements, he helped you undress before doing so himself. Tenderly Jisung carried you under the hot water and let you stand there, hands braced against the cold tile. His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in your neck.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He muttered against your skin. 

The hot water was helping relieve the pressure in your brain, easing some of the pain. Jisung placed sleepy kisses on your shoulder, rubbing slow patterns on your stomach as the steaming water fell over you both. After a while, you turned around and buried your face in his neck. 

He stayed under the water with you until the pain had subsided.

Felix:

Sweat dripped down your neck. It felt like a thousand shards of glass were pressing against your brain. Felix was sleeping deeply beside you, laying on his stomach. His skin was cool to the touch compared to how hot your forehead felt. You couldn’t sleep. Every time you tried to get comfortable your head seemed to hurt even more. 

“Fuck...” You whispered clutching your head. 

You rested your head on Felix’s shoulder, letting his cool skin press against your head. It only helped a little bit, but you just focused on listening to your boyfriend’s slow breathing. Your hand pressed against his bare back, letting the coolness try and calm you. 

He stirred when he felt you wince. “Y/n, darling, what’s wrong?” He asked his deep voice slurring. He rolled over and you sat up in bed. He pulled you down onto his chest, his fingers gently stroking your hair. “Why aren’t you sleeping, baby?”

You winced feeling another jab of pain. “My head hurts too much.” His movement stopped and he moved his hand away, choosing to place it on your shoulder instead. “Felix, it hurts.” 

He nodded and carefully got out of bed, resting you against the headboard, “I know, darling.” He whispered. “I’ll be right back.” You watched your boyfriend walk out into the hall. A few seconds later you heard the thermostat kick in, making the room cooler. He returned with a glass of water, a wet cloth, and a pill bottle. 

“Here, take this.” He said handing you two pills and the glass of water. While you swallowed the medicine, he gently pressed the cloth to your head, pulling you into his lap. You rested your head against his shoulder, letting the cold cloth soothe the pain. “Drink the whole thing, darling. It will help.” 

Nodding you tipped the glass a little further, hearing the chunks of ice clink against the side of the cup. Felix moved the cloth to the back of your neck. Another sharp pain in your forehead made you wince. You pressed the cold glass to your skin and sighed. “Thank you, Lix.” You muttered before drinking more of the water. He gave you a sleepy smile and pulled you close.

“No problem at all, Y/n.”

Seungmin:

Seungmin knew that you tended to get migraines when you were stressed. It had happened ever since you were in high school. You could practically feel a headache coming on. It wasn’t too late at night, but you would usually have been asleep at this time. 

Knowing it was going to get worse any second, you went to the bathroom and checked for the medicine you needed. When you reached for the bottle you found it empty. Sharp pain in your temples made you brace yourself against the sink. “Oh, shit...”You whispered feeling sick to your stomach. Without your meds, the migraine would only get worse. 

The pain got exponentially worse, sending you to lean over the toilet, wrenching the contents of your stomach. You reached for your phone, dialing your boyfriend’s number.

“Y/n, hi! I’m just leaving JYP. What’s up, cutie?” Seungmin answered happily.

“Um...I’m having a little bit of an issue.” Another throbbing sensation pulsed throughout your skull. “Min can you pick me up some meds. I’m out and I need them.”

“Yeah, of course. Hold tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Seungmin hung up the phone. You flushed the toilet and tried to clean yourself up. The pain was getting worse and worse. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, you grabbed the first bag you saw in the freezer, holding it to your head.

“Y/n?” Seungmin called out into the dark apartment. 

“In the kitchen, babe.” The sound of Seungmin’s footsteps echoed through the space. You felt sure arms wrap around your stomach. Turning your head, you were met with his lips on yours. 

“I’ve got meds and I picked up coffee on the way.” He whispered pecking your lips again. “Salted Caramel Cream Cold Brew with extra ice just for you.” You cupped his cheek, mustering up a smile. 

“Thank you so much, Min.” He handed you the coffee and the meds knowing you would feel better after having both.

“Always, Y/n. Anytime you need me.”

Jeongin:

Of course, you had to get a migraine right now. The one-time Jeongin was staying over. Carefully you got up from the bed, not wanting to wake your boyfriend. While you were no stranger to migraines and headaches, you hadn’t had one in a significant amount of time.

Tiptoeing into your bathroom you opened the medicine cabinet. You didn’t bother turning on the light knowing it would just make the pain worse. Your tired hands searched through the cabinet only to find that you were out of the pills you needed. 

A cry escaped your lips as the pain jumped higher. Quickly you covered your mouth, hoping that the sound didn’t wake Jeongin. Clutching your head, you grabbed a washcloth and dowsed it in cold water. Folding it, you placed it over your forehead and slid down the bathroom wall. 

Slow tears escaped as the pain spiked at random times. You let your body fall onto the floor and you curled your knees into your chest, holding the cold cloth to your head. The cool tile pressed against your cheek, easing the pain only a little bit.

“Y/n?” You heard Jeongin call softly. “Y/n, where are you? Are you okay, honey?” You winced, feeling another spike in pain.

“I’m in here, Innie.” You said weakly. You heard footsteps pad across the carpet of your bedroom until you saw the shadow of his figure from under the door. He politely knocked on the door. “You can come in, babe.” He opened the door, looking around before he found you on the floor.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He said crouching on the floor and pushing a few pieces of wet hair out of your face. He immediately retracted his hand when you winced. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“No, Innie. It’s not your fault.” He relaxed and sat against the wall reaching for your hand. “I just get really bad migraines sometimes. I didn’t want to wake you.” He rubbed his thumb across your skin.

“Y/n you can always wake me up if you need me.” Carefully, he pulled me into his lap and didn’t even shy away when the other side of the cold washcloth pressed against his neck. “What can I do to help?”

“I’m out of the medicine I need. Could you run to the pharmacy and get some?” He nodded and slowly got up before taking the empty bottle and leaving the apartment. About twenty minutes later he came back and gave you the pills. Jeongin sat with you in his lap as the both of you waited for your pain to go away.

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The Great Hunt Ch 15-16

No good terrible adventure through the wonderland from hell. And new companions. Who are totally trustworthy (/s).

Disclaimer: this is my first read thru but I’ve watched all of the show thus far and been spoiled on some book things. So… I’m going to lean into that. Enjoy figuring out what I know, and what I think I know, and what I just don’t. Also s/x I add commentary when I edit.

Spoilers for the first and second book and all of season 1 under the cut. Potential spoilers for later books -idk if they’re light spoilers or not.

So I’m back, life got in the way the past couple days but here’s the next two chapter!

Ch 15: Kinslayer

Sword handle

POV Rand

Still in the fadedland

That void does indeed come up a lot

So are the burned spots where the pillars are in mainworld? But not actively there now

So no insects which is very strange

…. No other animals is odd but no insect is is just extra strange

“The water was drinkable, which was just as well… Rand tasted it first, and made Loial and Hurin wait to see if anything happened to him before he let them drink. He had gotten them into this; it was his responsibility.” -Tgh

Uhh “Twice he saw a wispy streak across the sky like a line drawn with cloud. The lines where too straight to be natural…” -(Rand) plane trails?

“When he had heard Loial sing before, it had been as if the earth itself sang, but now the Ogier murmured his song almost diffidently, and the land echoed it in a whisper… It seemed so familiar, that song, as if he should know it.” -(Rand)

‘Hey magic is ok s/x actually’ (editor me: regrettably this does not end his fear of magic at all)

Huh. Loial made a staff to defend himself and usually Ogiers don’t carry weapons. B/c “The price has always a been too high.”

… the fadedworld wanted a weapon made from it? Which is not how the mainworld is apparently

Sure bud. I’m sure this is totally just normal person stuff /s

Ohhh. Yea they found the bad place of bad things happened. Oof

Kiddo….. you woolheaded baby

Oh… they are basically on top of the teamFain at this point aren’t they?

Ah ffs Balzo is back

Ah Egwene? Or Nynaeve

Yup. Still… like Balzo you are fully feuding with a tennage Shepard with your maybe nemesis soul but not so much his memories. Like Ancient Evil entity/Adult wizard man vs teenager. It kinda funny. Even if Balzo is pretty terrifying

Yea you keep telling him all these things which just confuse him more. Which is extra funny in some ways

Nah not really. He has like a whispering echo of a memory about some stuff and barely that

Uh huh. Go away now

Sry bout your face dude

… I guess

Am I supposed to believe this guy is actually the Dark One because -about this I have been spoiled- this guy talks too much about the DO in third person for me to believe he’s him.

Oh plz fucking do something Balzo. You talk too much

Oh he did something. Sry Rand.

“Before relief had a chance to grow, pain stabbed his right hand… There across the palm was branded a heron. The heron from the hilt of his sword, angry and red…” -(Rand) after the dream/vision of Balzo branding his palm

Dude… your leaps of logic. Truly leaps.

Tbf, that was fucking weird and scary

16: In the Mirror of Darkness

The Dragon’s Fang

POV Rand

Oh right now he’s got Heron brands on his palm/s

“Fain and the Darkfriends and the Trollocs had to leave some mark.” -(Rand). Dude… you are not in Kansas anymore

Still south

Strange spire in the land with no animal life?

And only strange pillars made by people??? Or not people… unclear that

I mean maybe the adult man could have taken some initiative but whatever…

“Rand could see the mound it was built on, like a round, flat-topped hill. The gray spire itself rose at least a hundred spans, and he could just make out now that the top was carved in the likeness of a bird with outstretched wings. ‘A hawk…’” -Rand

So it is the monument. Which is fucking weird

Listen to Loial!

Oh fuck. The Trollocs won. Shit.

“I tried to tell you Rand… It is a raven, not a hawk.” -Loial

Yup. Alt reality where the Trollocs won and things are all messed up.

Oh Hurin is seeing strange women…

Yea distances are fucked up here.

“Maybe this place is like the Ways.” -Rand. Yup. Seems like. In some way

Now you’re afraid??

I don’t think it will be like the ways but uhhh

“It was at that moment they heard the scream, thin with distance.” -Tgh. Fully in the horror writing now. Women are screaming in the distance.

Having reader privilege I know they should, uh ignore that and just look for a way out of here

Is visible objects can shift strangely in their apparent distance I see no reason noises can’t.

Stupid noble chivalrous woolheaded Rand. He’s a good boy. Sometime he’s lawful good stupid though

“…the woman stood beside her horse in the stream, both of them backed against the far bank. With a broken length of branch, she was fending off a snarling . . .something. Rand swallowed, stunned for a moment. If a frog were as big as a bear, or if a bear had a frog's gray-green hide, it might look like that.” -(Rand)

Why is this the first animal we’ve seen with some weird woman in the fadedworld?

Ok that tho is not a bear or a frog at all. (I soon learn is is a grolm. It has three eyes btw)

“‘An eye,’ the woman called. She sounded surprisingly calm, considering her screams. ‘You must hit an eye to kill it.’” -Tgh. Of course.

“*My father*, he thought with a sense of loss, and emptiness filled him.” -(Rand)

Ohhh. Buddy

Dude…

A grolm? It’s a real fucking thing? (I thought it was an illusion or something)

A woman all in white. Huh… familiar.

He’s gonna loose all thinking power because lady hot isn’t he? (I soon learn I’m correct)

Selene. Yes that is her name /s

She’s from Cairhien… and she took a nap and woke up here. Sure /s

/Where’s the meme of Jim from The Office looking into the camera?/

Hurin don’t just tell weird random people you have met I. Weird places stuff like that plz!

…the anxiety and horny has just broken their thinking skills I guess

She really wants to touch that Horn huh?

Skin. Pretty sure that’s skin bud

“Still south.” -Hurin on the trail

Don’t like

“The ointment felt cold at first, then seemed to melt away warmly into his flesh. And it worked as well as Nynaeve's ointments sometimes did. He stared in amazement as the redness faded and the swelling went down under her stroking fingers.” -(Rand) on Selena’s ointment.

Mm yea because Nynaeve’s ointment are simply sometimes magical just cuz. So of course Selene’s could be

“Some men choose to seek greatness, while others are forced to it. It is always better to choose than to be forced. A man who's forced is never completely his own master…” -Selene. Ok. Well that’s decent advice actually

Lmao that Rand assumes she’s Aes Sedai after her like little speech about greatness

“They cower in what they think is safety when they could do so much. They serve when they could rule, let men fight wars when they could bring order to the world. No, never call me Aes Sedai." -Selene. Yes that is a trustworthy persons response to being asked if they are Aes Sedai /s

No! She might not be trustworthy but don’t just stare at her! That’s too obvious

… right? Those are like the flirting rules? (And being suspicious rules?)

So she smells really good and uh… I feel like that could be important. Because the good smell that isnt(?) perfum…?

“Moraine says you can be great, too; the Dragon Reborn. Selene is not Aes Sedai. That's right; she's a Cairhienin noblewoman, and you're a shepherd. She doesn't know that. How long do you let her believe a lie? It's only till we get out of this place. If we get out. If.” -(Rand)?arguing with himself about letting Selene believe he’s a lord and also mad he’s attracted to her when he’s still dating Egwene or whatever

Yea ok

Also fucking hilarious that

Ffs. And why does she know thing about AoL that old as shit Ogiers don’t?

Apparently this world is indeed like the Ways in how it bends space sorta.

According to her these are like reflections of the world where things took a different path. In them space and time can run differently. This one is so pale b/c it was so b/c it was so unlikely to happen. Some even have people. (Editor: tbc inactially believe her. Im just very suspicious of her)

Oh thank all goodness Rand asked why the fuck she would know all that!

“The Royal Library in Cairhien is one of the greatest in the world, perhaps the greatest outside Tar Valon.” -Loial trying to explain why Selene might know so much to Rand.

… also the Aiel spared the library and won’t destroy books

It’s, uh, a good answer. No. I don’t believe it. But ok

Mmm so still deeply suspicious of the Aes Sedai. Even tho… some might have answers maybe? And you miss Moiriane. That is infuriatingly human

Dude?! Wife?! What?

“The Oneness. To learn the full use of it, it is best to wrap it around you continuously, to dwell in it at a times, or so I've heard." -Selene after Rand tells her about the Void

Yea people don’t like being called out. Especially ones with power who want that power. Who want obedience

She -allegedly- read it in a book called “Mirrors of the Wheel”

Ya what does alantin mean?

Oh finally going west huh?

… huh. He changed his mind awfully fast didn’t he. And that thought about saidin when he did I curious. From suspicious and desire to distance to ‘I will protect you no matter want and want you near me’

“Grolm. A small pack, but they have our scent, it seems.”

-Selene.

Wonder how they got that?

[seductivestilinski]

Skip Day | Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

!! i don’t own this gif; this is long as fuck sry not sry !!

Prompt: Stiles gets you to ditch school with him and his dad catches you both in an awkward situation

Warnings: slight smut (it gets pretty heated); swearing

You walked over to your locker and dropped your backpack at your feet with a sigh. The lunch bell had just rang so you shoved your backpack in the metal compartment and shut the door before anything could fall out. You turned and followed the rest of your classmates to the lunchroom, a headache already brewing behind your eyes.

"Hey!" you heard a familiar, chipper voice call from behind you.

You glanced over your shoulder to find your boyfriend bouncing his way towards you. Once he was by your side, he wrapped a long arm around your shoulders. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Stiles," you sighed and wrapped your arm around his waist as you walked together. "I promised my parents I wouldn't fall behind this year."

"It's half of one day!" Stiles argued, looking around and dropping his voice when he'd realized how loud he'd been. "It's not our fault some supernatural psychos torment our town every few months."

You let out a laugh and shook your head a bit. Your parents knew about the Pack and your little adventures. How could they not after Deucalion kidnapped you and used you as a rouse to get to your friends. You were missing for almost a week by the time everyone found you. After that, you told them everything and they were just happy you hadn't been turned into some weird creature. They also liked Stiles and knew he would protect you no matter what.

"Only if I can do my homework… and no funny business," you finally agreed, slowing to a stop outside the lunchroom. Stiles grinned and nodded his head quickly, the two of you going back the way you'd came to get your things from your locker. After that, you were off to the tall brunette's house.

The drive to the Stilinski house was short and the two of you were happy to see the Sheriff's car wasn't parked in the driveway. You didn't want a lecture about the importance of education. You both climbed out of the powder blue vehicle, Stiles carrying your backpack for you as he unlocked the front door and let you inside. You sighed happily as you stepped into the familiar home, a soft smile spreading across your lips.

Stiles led you through the house to his bedroom, even though you already knew it like the back of your hand. You sat down on the bed and kicked off your shoes, taking the deep blue blanket that was folded neatly next to you and wrapping it around your shoulders. Stiles set your backpack on the floor in front of you before kicking off his own shoes, nearly falling over as he did so. He quickly regained his balance and smiled at you.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Always," you replied with a wrinkle to your nose.

Stiles sighed happily and bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. He then spun around and made his way out of the room while calling, "This is why I love you!"

You giggled softly and shook your head at his silliness. You then leaned down and pulled your homework out of your backpack, using one of your textbooks as a surface to write on. You started on your work before Stiles could come back and distract you like he was oh so good at. When he came back into the room, he was juggling a stack of sandwiches, two bags of chips and two soda cans.

"Okay. Okay help, help, help," he sputtered out while rushing towards the bed.

You quickly took the sodas and chips out of your boyfriend's hands in time for him to regain balance of the sandwiches. He made an 'Ah-ha!' in victory before climbing onto the bed beside you. Once he was situated, he passed you a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel. You passed him his chips and his drink then went back to your homework while happily munching on your sandwich.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for awhile, just enjoying each other's company and eating. To your surprise, Stiles actually let you do your school work. You knew it wasn't going to last long. Sure enough, when he was done eating, you felt the brunette shift closer to you. You could tell he was looking over your shoulder at the work in front of you. It was only a matter of time before he would start whispering the answers in your ear. It wasn't that he didn't think you could figure them out on your own, he just wanted you to be finished so he could have your undivided attention.

You felt him get up from the bed but didn't bother to see what he was doing. Sometimes it was better to just not question Stiles and his actions. You felt him climb back onto the bed and heard a pencil scratching on paper shortly after. You smiled, knowing he was actually doing his homework. Moments later, a paper was thrust in front of your face. It was the same worksheet you were halfway done with, completely filled out.

"I don't need the answers," you sighed with a shake of your head.

"I know you don't," Stiles responded. You looked over your shoulder and met his honey colored eyes. "It'll just be faster this way."

You huffed slightly but took the paper anyway and filled in the answers Stiles had given you. When you were done, you felt slender arms snake around your waist. His face nuzzled into the side of your neck, lips tickling your skin as a hum left his mouth. He slowly began pressing open mouthed kisses down to your shoulder. A content sigh left your lips as you practically melted into his touch.

Stiles gently took the blanket off your shoulders and began to pull you closer but you tisked softly and pulled away. You turned to look at him, wearing a small smirk while his face held a pout. "I still have to do math," you told him.

A groan left the brunette's chest as his head fell back. "No. No math. No Spanish. No more homework," he argued.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you into him. This time you didn't protest as he climbed on top of you, using his hands to support his weight as he gazed down into your eyes. He lowered himself down until he was settled between your thighs and his forearms were resting beside your head. Your hands traveled up his biceps and around his shoulder blades, one hand snaking into the short hairs on the back of his head. In an instant you pulled him down, lips meeting in a fiery kiss.

Stiles hummed against your lips as they moved in sync. He pulled back when he felt short of breath and looked down at you again. Your pupils were blown and your lips were swollen, a brighter pink now. He let out a chuckle as a smirk spread across his lips. "Still wanna do homework?" he ask cockily.

"Shut up," you breathed back through a smile, pulling him down to meet your lips again.

Stiles shifted his weight, hips grinding down against against yours and causing a moan to escape your lips. When your mouth opened he took that opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. Your legs came up and hooked over his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. His tongue felt like velvet in our mouth, causing another moan to escape you.

The brunette pulled away slowly, teeth dragging your plump bottom lip with him. Before you could protest, his mouth attached to your neck. He sucked at your soft skin, teeth nipping in all the right places that he knew drove you crazy. Your breath was leaving you in short pants as your fingers gripped at his shoulders.

Stiles pushed your shirt up past your stomach and over your breasts. The light color of eyes seemed to disappear as his pupils grew wildly. His hands covered the fleshy mounds on your chest over your bra and he squeezed them deliciously. "God you have the most perfect tits," he said with a low voice. He pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin just above the edge of your bra.

You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face as your fingers curled into his hair. A gasp left your mouth when he pulled the padded cup of your bra down and his hot mouth encased your nipple. You whined as his tongue swirled around the perky nub. Your hands gripped at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it off of him to get your hands on more of his body.

"Stiles why are you- Oh God," Sheriff Stilinski's voice startled you both.

Your boyfriend quickly covered you with his blanket, rolling off of you and onto the floor. He jumped up, pulling his shirt down and clasping his hands together in front of the bulge in his jeans. Your face had never been so red as you sat up and fixed your clothing under the shield of a blanket. Thankful Stiles had been on top of you, shielding your body with his own.

"Hey dad! What are you, uh, why are you home?" Stiles stuttered out.

The Sheriff had his back to you both now, hands on his hips. When he turned around he couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes. He simply stared at his son in shock. "I came home to get some files I left here and… Why am I explaining myself to you? Shouldn't you two be at school?" he questioned you both.

You and Stiles looked at each other, wracking your brains for some sort of excuse. Neither of you could come up with anything. Noah Stilinski sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly as he looked at the two embarrassed teenagers. "You know what, I've got to go. The two of you, behave. I'm still too young to be a grandpa," he sighed out.

"Oh God, dad," Stiles mumbled and covered his face.

"Bye Sheriff," you spoke as innocently as you could, a sweet smile on your face.

All Noah could manage to do was smile uncomfortably before leaving the room. Stiles walked to his door and shut it once he heard his dad exit the house.  He turned back to you slowly and the second your eyes met, the two of you erupted in fits of laughter.

The brunette boy walked back across the room and crawled up the bed, still fighting giggles. You curled up against his side his let out a sigh once you caught your breath. The both of you knew the mood was ruined, but you weren't mad about it. Admittedly, your own parents had walked in on you two in heated situations more than once. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as you laid in silence for a little while.

"Can we watch Once Upon A Time?" you asked, tilting your head up to look at your boyfriend.

"Oh so you can talk about how hot Captain Hook is the whole time?" Stiles scoffed but reached for his remote anyway and turned on his TV.

"Hey! Killian Jones is a beautiful specimen and you've admitted that!" you argued with a smile. You leant up and pressed a kiss to the corner of Stiles' mouth. "No one compares to you though."

Stiles couldn't help but smile and press a sweet peck to your lips. He put on the show and snuggled closer to you. The two of you were invested in the show for a few episodes. At some point, Stiles fell asleep. You didn't know when, you just know he eventually started snoring softly. You carefully paused the show and placed the remote beside you. You then nuzzled your nose against his chest and let yourself drift off to sleep with him.