#i complain about fake out deaths but she’s not been in the story that much really she deserves more timr

[jounosparticles]

no. maybe i’m in denial but i refuse to believe teruko is truly dead. she’s had an absolutely hellish life. asagiri doesn’t like to kill characters that have not gotten their second chances at life yet. but at the same time asagiri likes killing children so maybe we have lost her. i really hope it is undone somehow

[barnesafterglow]

first burn

summary: your crush on peter may burn you alive

pairing: mcu!peter parker x avenger!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: not canon compliant (no snap, everyone is happy and healthy and no one did anything stupid), peter is of age and well within his rights to fuck!!, a little tropey for a second (brief "fake dating" and "only one bed" to move the story along), smut [unprotected sex, pull out method oral (f receiving), just some sweet love making dude], listen i'm here for a good time not a long time

a/n: two fics in a year?? who is she

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Peter Parker was going to be the death of you.

With each grunt that echoed through the gym in Avengers Tower, your eyes flicked to his sweaty form. The goddamned death of you.

You tried to backtrack, to see when these feelings first started as a small burning in the back of your mind that had turned into a raging wildfire every time you were in his presence. It had to have been the mission in London.

It was normal - or as normal as any Avengers mission could be. 

You had just stumbled through the throes of midtown London, hand in hand with your boyfriend, looking with every bit of wonder like neither of you had ever seen the delights it had to offer.

Then, as soon as you stepped through the hotel door, Peter dropped your hand as if it had burned him the whole time. 

Maybe it started then, with that glimmer of disappointment. Peter wasn’t your boyfriend and he would never take the time to take you around tourist London like he had just done. 

And then that pit in your stomach grew as the door to your room opened: only one bed. Jesus Christ, Tony. 

“I know,” came the response from beside you; you must have spoken out loud. “It’ll be fine.”

Those were the last words he spoke for a long while, as you both got ready for bed, then slid in beside each other. The tension was palpable, and you didn’t know if it was your slowly mounting feelings or the clench of his discomfort, but regardless you slept fitfully for hours until you finally stumbled into a deep sleep.

You woke up to a strong pair of arms wrapped around your middle - somehow pressed there in the dark of the night - and the world spun around you as you shot up.

Peter was alert in seconds, standing by the bed assessing for a threat, when his eyes met yours - utterly confused and you had no real answer for him.

“Bad dream,” you mumbled as you headed to the bathroom, the door clicking with a sort of finality behind you.

And it was fine, really it was. You definitely didn’t think about the way press of his body against yours and how sexy his bed head had looked. Nope. Not at all. 

And you definitely didn’t imagine what he would have looked like if you were the one who made him sweaty and flushed like he was right now.

Snapping out of your borderline impure thoughts, you stood from your spot on the ground where you had been warming up and - before your mouth said something you could regret - you walked out of the gym.

With your back turned, you missed the way Peter’s eyes followed you the whole way.

-

Saturday nights were girl’s nights, as Wanda so boldly claimed. And girl’s night came with a lot of complaining.

Throwing the shot back, you groaned, not even wanting to voice your thoughts aloud.

“I shouldn’t even think about it,” you said. “He’s practically a kid.”

“Not to impede on your self-loathing, but he’s not a kid anymore babe,” was Natasha’s response. She nodded across the bar where Peter was sipping his beer, laughing at something Sam had said. Right, he was 22 and totally within your age range, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still see him as the 16 year old kid who had fought by Tony’s side. “Plus you’re not that much older than him. We used to call you a kid too, you know.”

Dragging your hand down your face, you stood from the table to order another drink, ignoring Nat and Wanda’s laughter at your misery.

As you leaned against the bar waiting, Peter dropped down into the stool beside you.

“Alright, what did I do to you?” His words were casual, joking, but you could hear the hurt laced within. That was never your intention, and your heart sank.

You and Peter had been friends for a long time, since Tony had first brought him in after the air had cleared with him and Cap. You bonded over being the youngest Avengers and what that meant for your lives. The two of you understood each other on another level that no one else truly did. And here you were, ruining everything over a little crush.

“Nothing, Pete.” You ruffled your hand through his hair and his face lit up in a blush that he tried to hide behind his beer bottle. “How have you been?”

“Not too bad, I guess,” he replied, then looked down at you - when had he gotten so tall - with an unreadable emotion on his face. “I miss you.”

Right. And you were back where you started. Admittedly, you had avoided him for the most part since that London mission, only saying hi in passing and at the occasional movie night or debrief. You weren’t exactly proud of it, but you didn’t know what else to do.

“I miss you too,” you whispered, shame coating your words. You never meant to hurt him - honestly, you didn’t. “Listen, kid, I just-“

“Don’t call me kid.” And the anger in his words surprised you. “I’m not that kid you met six years ago - when you were barely any older, might I remind you - and you know that. I know you know that. So don’t use that as an excuse to stop whatever is going on here.” His hands gestured between the two of you. 

Strong, capable hands that you had seen hurt and save, had seen run through his hair, had seen play video games. Hands that you had imagined for weeks now. Hands that you couldn’t help but grab out of mid air, clasping one in your own. 

“And what’s going on here, Peter?”

He leaned in close, breath hot on your ear. 

“I see the way you look at me.” Your breath hitched, then stopped altogether. “But I don’t think you see me looking right back.”

Body all of a sudden hot and raging with emotion, you squeezed his hand and took a deep breath. 

“Take me home.”

-

Your apartment was closer, so you walked the handful of blocks from the bar in tangible silence. Every brush of fingers was an electric jolt through your body and every bump of shoulders sent heat through your core. By the time you reached your front door, the tension was pulled so tight it was bound to snap at any moment.

And snap it did.

As soon as you had the apartment door closed behind you, Peter was on you, his hands everywhere all at once. He crowded you, pulling you close to him when you winced at the door knob digging into your side. One hand came to rest on your hip, rubbing soothing circles there, while the other cradled your face, eyes searching for permission.

You didn’t know what you were giving him permission for, but you nodded anyway.

The world around you stopped as Peter placed a searing kiss to your lips, stealing the breath from your lungs. The hand on your face moved to gently tug your hair and he took your gasp as an invitation to explore your mouth. God the boy knew how to kiss.

His tongue pressed into you, tasting every inch while your hands roamed his body. When he pulled away - not for air, not to leave you, but to place hot kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of burning fire in their wake - you tugged on his t-shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him without a shirt before. Between missions and training and plain old gym sessions, you were thankfully no stranger to a shirtless Peter Parker. But in the dim light of your living room, with those brown eyes boring into your own, everything was suddenly different.

You just stared - for far longer than necessary, you were sure - until he took a step back towards you, his fingers intertwining with your own. Nodding at him, you started to lead him towards your bedroom, not making it more than two steps until his hands were once again exploring your body.

When you finally made it - a trail of both of your clothes left in your wake - your breaths were heavy and panting, aching for more of him.

He stood there for a moment just looking at you, taking in the red lace of your bra and underwear. Unable to contain himself, he ripped it off of you in two quick pulls, leaving you bare before him.

You expected him to jump on you the second you were naked. Instead he pressed his front against your own - you gasped at the contact of your nipples against his bare chest - and lightly traced shapes over your exposed back, moving down to trail along your legs, then back up your arms. Everywhere he touched burned the memory into your skin.

Finally, finally, he gently pushed you against your bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft bounce, and he peeled off his jeans and underwear before manhandling you towards the center, moving your body as if you weighed nothing.

You truly didn’t need any foreplay, the tension on your own end built up these last few weeks on top of Peter’s heated discovery of your body made for an easy transition, but he wasn’t about to let that happen.

No, Peter Parker was a fucking tease.

He started by kneading the soft skin of your breasts, touch light and gentle as if you were something precious. Even when he leaned down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, he still only gave you quick nips, nothing as satisfying as you needed. He made his way down your body, placing lover’s kisses everywhere he could reach, before finally settling down on his stomach between your legs.

You thought that this was surely the moment you would get some reprieve, some kind of real touch that may or may not send you over the edge, but no. He wasn’t done with you yet.

He kissed the inside of each thigh, alternating until he was breathing right where you needed him most. When you thought you were about to explode, he finally lowered his mouth to your core.

The feeling after so long of teasing was euphoric, and you swear if you were a weaker woman you could have come from the first swipe of his tongue against your clit. You held out as his tongue made its way in circles and figure eights, then he pressed a finger against your entrance, eyes looking up through dark lashes to silently ask permission.

Once you had given it, he sank a finger into you, pumping it a few times before adding another. With that, both his hand and mouth picked up speed until you were grinding on his face, chasing your orgasm.

You were on the edge, ready to jump off, when he pulled back. You whined at the loss of contact and tried to sit up, but one large hand pushed you back against the bed, the other starting its assault all over again.

This time, he didn’t stop until you were coming all over his face, and you think you blacked out for a second because the next thing you knew he was over top of you, not even bothering to wipe his mouth before kissing you, driving his tongue in and swallowing down your moans.

He ground his hips against you, his cock sliding easily through your folds, and you both whined as his tip caught at your entrance. He continued his movements, getting closer and closer to fucking you with every pass, but never quite committing.

Sick of his teasing, you pushed hard on his shoulders and, in his surprise, were able to flip him so he was on his back.

“Stop teasing, Peter,” you whispered in his ear as you straddled his waist. “I need you.”

You pulled back, eyes searching his, before he nodded and wrapped his hands around your hips. Taking that as permission, you grabbed his cock, lining it up and slowly sliding down.

He was big, much bigger than you had anticipated, and you had to take your time before he was fully seated inside you. Once your hips were flush together, you took a breath, practically feeling him in your throat. 

He looked up at you - almost adoringly - as you adjusted to him. You leaned down, pressing your chest against his, and kissed him gently, pouring every ounce of emotion you possibly could into it before starting to move your hips. Now more adjusted, the burn of the stretch turned into a pleasure that had you melting against him and hands guided your hips to move you along his length.

For long minutes you let him move you as he wanted, content to hang on for the ride. You didn’t expect for Peter to flip you over and start pounding into you.

“Fuck,” you gasped out as he settled your legs over your shoulders. “So fucking deep.”

All you could do is hold onto him as he fucked you, alternating between hard thrusts and slow grinds until you were dizzy with pleasure, chasing an orgasm that wasn’t going to come unless Peter damn well wanted it to.

And when he did, when he reached down and rubbed harsh circles into your clit, you exploded around him. The clench of your heat around his cock spurred his own orgasm, and he pulled out at the last second, his come coating your stomach and tits.

That on is own was hot enough, but Peter fucking Parker did not come to play. He swiped two fingers through his own release before pressing them to your mouth. You opened up for him, cleaning off his fingers as he groaned, and you could see his cock give an interested twitch, like it was already trying to go for round two.

The weight of his body disappeared from yours and you whined, reaching out for him even with your eyes closed. He quickly returned with a warm rag and cleaned you up before maneuvering you both under the covers. 

Regaining a semblance of strength, you turned so that you were facing him, suddenly very aware of each of your nakedness.

“What now?” Your voice was hoarse-sounding, it’s only use in the last bit from moans and gasps.

“Well,” he started, once again tracing shapes along your bare skin, “I think we maybe skipped a step in the middle of all this.”

“What do you mean?” If he was going to say what you thought he might, your heart would implode.

“I mean, I’ve liked you for a really long time, longer than I’m going to admit, and I took this chance because I didn’t know if I would ever get it again. But if I’m right - and I think I am - then you feel the same way I do. So, I want to take you on a proper date. I want to make this work.”

His confession made your heart stutter-step and you couldn’t even find the words to tell him yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Instead, you pulled him in for a soft kiss, hoping every emotion he had just poured out to you was matched in the press of your lips against his.

“I’m taking that as a yes, then.”

“Yeah, Pete, it is.”

[808airsoftbros]

Yujin's Wake Up Call

Author: This is a simple short story nothing too special and something that came to my mind that I want to write. If you want to see more of my stories check out my Masterlist.

Author's POV

It was another busy day at Starship, the IVE girls recently returned from their world tour and they were indeed exhausted after travelling the world for the past several months.

Yujin especially was tired along with the girls but she was disheartened when she heard that they would be visiting a patient with cancer as part of the wish foundation.

"Can you girls go for me? I'm too tired," Yujin asked and Gaeul rolled her eyes.

"Are you serious, Yujin? I get that you're tired from travelling the world but our manager says will be getting a whole month break afterward and we can do whatever we want from there," Gaeul pointed out and Yujin groaned.

"Yeah, and also our fans mean alot to us, and what about you?" Rei asked and Yujin scoffed.

"What are you on about? I'm only being nice because I have to and I hate that I have to be fake!" Yujin complained and Gaeul shook her head in disappointment.

Sadly, Yujin can be lazy at times, she'd be often caught slacking in dance practices when off camera, and you can bet every dollar that she tried every excuse you could think of to get out of her work.

This would annoy her members especially Gaeul and they'd always be fighting and arguing with one another.

"Yujin, do not start this shit again... We've been over this how many God damn times already?! When are you ever going to change?!" Gaeul angrily asked and Yujin rolled her eyes.

"When management doesn't constantly make us work to death," She answered spitefully.

"Well, if you do not behave, Ms. An Yujin, you will be one sorry woman, do you hear me?" Gaeul coldly warned but Yujin shrugged it off.

Because of how she always tends to act, the crew and management, and even her own members don't like nor respect her, but she doesn't seem to care.

Yujin also tends to have bad habits of drinking and smoking too much and Gaeul always catches her vaping when she's not supposed to.

Wonyoung and Yujin's friendship began deteriorating as she was fed up with her antics and was disheartened to see her friend changing for the worse.

One quiet night, Yujin snuck out of the dorm without waking up the girls and sat on a bench to smoke and drink.

It was quite foggy and there were hardly any noises to be heard besides the slight sounds of the breeze which was perfect for her.

"Perfect. No one to bother me," Yujin muttered as she takes a sip of soju.

"Excuse me," She heard a feminine voice asked and she turned to see a unfamiliar woman.

Yujin jumped in surprise as she didn't notice the woman approaching her.

"W-what do you want?" She nervously asked.

"Oh, sorry for startling you, it's quite a foggy night is it?" She kindly asked.

"I guess you can say that..." Yujin muttered to her and took a puff from her pod.

"Shouldn't idols be limiting how much they drink and smoke?" The woman asked as she sat down next to her.

"Why is it your business?" She snarled and the woman frowned.

Seeing Yujin's attitude, the woman just stared at her intently and then gave her a cold demeanor.

"I'll tell you why you're here... It's because you're lazy, useless, and a pathetic excuse of an idol," The woman coldly said and Yujin was taken aback.

"Who the fuck are you to judge me?! I can't help but get overwhelmed sometimes! Maybe if you were an idol then you'd understand!" Yujin retorts and the woman shook her head.

"Tsk. Overwhelmed? Only because you just have to visit a special patient? Is that your only excuse? As someone who has a chronic heart condition, you disgust me," The woman angrily replied and Yujin was now lost for words trying to come up with the words.

"I-" She was about to say but was cut off.

"Shut it! Did you know I was once an idol like you? I couldn't practice or sing on some days but I still give it my all! Unlike you, who has a management who at least cares for you and would get you the help you need... My management never cared for me, if they don't see me as efficient... Poof, they will simply get rid of me like I'm sort of a piece of garbage meant to be disposed of," The woman explained her story and Yujin gulped in fear.

"Every day I have to work through excruciating pain! The only person who ever cared for me was the custodian who works here, and I have to keep working no matter what just to survive, and here I see a spoiled rotten you always coming up with excuses just to get out of work! You leave me speechless... Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" The woman coldly asked with a tear shedding from her eye and Yujin tried to shrug off the feeling of guilt but no matter how hard she tried... It lingered inside of her but she refused to show it.

"There are many other idols left forgotten in the winds of time and talents wasted, they would give anything to be in your position yet you couldn't care less... It's pitiful," She finished and Yujin was boiling deep inside.

"And who the hell are you?!" Yujin asked her and the woman grinned.

"Consider me your wake up call, An Yujin, I hope one day you realize the error of your ways... Goodnight," The woman bid goodbye and got up from the bench.

Yujin watched as the mysterious woman walked into the fog and vanished out of sight.

After that, Yujin was left angry and confused, she wondered who the woman was as she had never met or heard of her. She quickly concludes her drinking and smoking session and goes back inside the building.

When she got into the corridor she finds the janitor Jake sweep mopping the floor.

"Hey, Jake!" Yujin called out and he paused.

"Yes?" Jake replied and Yujin sighs.

"Do you happen to know a woman who was an idol here? She claims to have a heart condition but... I don't know she's making it up or not to trick me into making me feel bad," She asked and Jake frowned before looking down.

Jake goes into his pocket pulling out a picture of the very same woman that Yujin encountered earlier and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this the woman you're referring to?" Jake asked as he showed the photo.

"Y-yes, that's her alright, who is she?" She curiously asked and he deeply sighed.

"Her name is Jennifer Jung, she was once a trainee here, she was also the sister of Jessica and Krystal Jung, but she had a severe and chronic heart condition... I tried my best to help her when management wasn't looking but it wasn't enough, she perished five months into her training," He explained the story and sighed once more.

Yujin froze in terror and shivers were sent down her spine as she could hardly believe that she was talking to the spirit of Jennifer this whole time.

She didn't know what to make of it but Jake didn't see her as a crazy person and he already figured she saw Jennifer. Yujin returns to her dorm and Jake continues his janitorial duties.

After that night, Yujin was a changed woman much to everyone's surprise, she eventually quit smoking and stopped drinking as much, although she mostly kept to herself, she stopped complaining and followed their schedules.

Yujin and the girls visited the hospital patient without issues or trouble much to management's delight and they were happy they were able to deliver someone's last dying wish.

Sometimes Yujin felt the urge to return to her old habits but refused and kept going no matter what. Yujin would never forget that encounter that night.

She never saw Jennifer again but on some foggy nights, she felt her presence was near but never again would she take anything for granted.

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When the 141 guys and their s/o hear the neighbours having sex

John 'Soap' MacTavish

He'd be the funny one, assuming the both of you are not sleeping. He'd laugh a bit about it but mostly he'd listen.

He and his partner would be the couple that would make up the entire storyline based on the sounds they can hear.

'Do you think she has choked him to death or maybe she's just sitting on his face? Oh! He's alive!'

'She's totally faking it, I can tell. Either this or he's genuinely hurting her to scream like this.'

He wouldn't feel like he and his partner have to get back on their neighbours the next time they're having sex. They treat it more like a funny situation related to living in a flat.

His partner and him definitely bond over making the most ridiculous background stories to what they can hear.

Just a lot of laughter and goofiness.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

He either ignores this or he's so deep in his sleep he's not aware of the neighbours activities. I think Simon either can't sleep at all or he's sleeping like a log thanks to his partner's comfort. Like this person next to him makes him so comfortable and safe that he can sleep, he can allow himself to rest while being unconscious. I'd say it's his biggest sign of trust and love, he can sleep well in your presence.

On occasion when he's awake and you're awake he'll ask a dumb question, semi-related to what they can hear.

'Do you think they can hear us too when we're shagging?'

'Do you think only we're that lucky or maybe Mrs Taylor can hear them too? She does live next to them.'

He'd usually cuddle his partner and try to fall asleep. It's a rarity for him to get good night sleep and he's not giving up on this because his neighbours are boinking.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

He contemplates his life choices.

'It could have been us but you're asleep.'

It's not like he gets aroused by the sounds of his neighbours having sex but rather he gets a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

I'd say it's because he has his English prude moments. It also means that he likes to get a bit freaky himself, but he's the most comfortable when it's a private thing.

Like he's ok with many things his partner is into, but he'd be extremely embarrassed if anyone else knew about what he and his partner do in bed.

I'd say it's a second hand embarrassed moment for him as he can't help but wonder if his neighbours have heard him and his partner too. When he's in the moment he doesn't think about the noises he makes or how loud he and his partner are but when this guy lies in bed, and hears the sex sounds he can't help but wonder.

If his partner and him are up for this they might have some fun on their own.

'Let's just tune it out.'

John Price

This guy is old. Let him rest.

He spends so much time risking his life, planning missions and managing the 141, SAS and being an operator that when he's at home he wants to rest.

He will complain. Mostly because I can't imagine him living in the apartment so the situation most likely happen in a hotel or a place like this.

If his partner riles him up enough he will show them that this old geezer has some steam left in him and he does know how to have fun.

Ironically, the oldest guy is the one who is the most likely to have sex with his partner after hearing his neighbours doing the deed.

He'd also leave his partner breathless, speechless and absolutely satisfied before falling asleep.

He's still an old guy at the end of the day, he wants to sleep, but we're talking about Price here. He's not letting anyone make fun of him, not even his love.

[fxlling13]

Lie

Dh!master x fem!reader

Synopsis: the master and the doctor both notice how much you have changed over the past few months. And it worries them.

Warnings: abuse, physical and mental. Injuries, breakdowns, Death, murder. The master kills a man. Victim blaming . Manipulation. Probably more.

Sitting in the console room, the master put his paper down and looked up. The doctor was under the console, trying to improve on something. He honestly didn't care enough to ask. Instead, there was something else on his mind. Sitting forward, he scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"What is it? Because I can hear your brain working from here." The blonde said, not moving from her spot.

"Have you noticed anything off about (y/n)?" Sliding out, the doctor sat up and pulled her goggles off.

"Oh thank god its not just me."

Coming to stand in front of him, she crossed her arms.

"She's been attached to you. It's like everything else scares her." Her observation was indeed correct and whilst the master wasn't complaining, it was worrying.

"She used to be so confident and brave. When did it change?" He asked, looking up at his old friend. She hummed, pacing slightly to try and think clearer.

"I dont think there's any point in being coy, she's obviously the closest to you out of any of us. If anyone can find out, it's you." nodding, the master stood and cracked his neck.

"I'll try my best. Should we go pick everyone up?"

They landed in the usual spot in Sheffield. Yaz was already there, bounding in once the doors were fully materialised. The master almost laughed at how excited she was to see the doctor. Dan was next, on time as usual. Immediately, he began to brag about his date with Diane. Not bothering to listen, the master stood by the door and waited. His fingers tapped against his arm worriedly. Thirty minutes late by this point, he huffed walking back over to the console.

"We could always go forward in time, to the point she arrives?" Yaz suggested but they shook their head.

"I want to see how late she is. You two can go decide on where we go alright?" Agreeing with the doctor, yaz and Dan sat on the steps discussing.

I was practically running down the street. Well, I say running, hobbling would be more accurate. I'd made him really angry this time. Stupid mistake. I shouldn't of mentioned any of my friends. Especially not him, but I couldn't help it. Not when I'd grown so close to the master. He was always there for me, to help me get away from the hell at home. Taking a deep breath, I looked at my phone and saw I was nearly an hour late. They were definitely going to question me. I entered the tardis anyway, a fake smile plastered on my face.

"Ah! (Y/n)!" The doctor cheered, rushing over to me. Giggling, I shut the door to block out the cold. I was only in a thin sweatshirt, even in the winter. Only because he had ripped my clothes to shreds.

"Sorry I'm late. Train was delayed." I lied through my teeth, praying to myself that it was convincing. Grinning, the doctor grabbed my arm and pulled me to the console. I couldn't help but wince, not expecting her to do that. Looking to my side, I saw the master stood there. He was leaning against a pillar with his hands in his pockets. Jacket discarded and sleeves rolled up, I almost blushed just seeing him. He simpered, coming to my side.

"Have a good few days off?" No. Doing my best to seem happy, I nod and told a few false stories to them.

"Well that's great! Yaz, have you decided where we're going?" The doctor asked, the pair coming to join us. The brunette suggested something and the doc got to work piloting. Suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder. Out of reflex, I flinched harshly and covered myself from harm. But nothing happened. Lowering my arms, found the master looking at me with worry. I just laughed it off, swallowing down my anxiety.

"Everything alright?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I responded way to quickly and I knew he thought that.

"You've got a bruise on your cheek." He pointed out, thumb brushing against it softly.

Oh no. In my rush I obviously forgot to cover it.

"Oh yeah. Funny story that. Walked right onto a door frame." All he did was nod at my fake tale. Slowly, he opened his arms.

"Come here." Not needing to be told twice, I wrapped my arms around his waist and sank into his hold immediately. How could I not fall in love? From the minute he began to travel with us, the master was by my side. He'd put himself before me no matter what.

"You know I'd never hurt you, right?" Even the way he spoke with me was so soft. So genuine.

"Of course."

Three mad, near death adventures later, we were gathered round the console exhausted.

"So, drop you off to recharge yeah?" My heart dropped at the doctors words but I knew I had no choice. Yaz nod, happy to get some rest. And Dan, well he wanted his girlfriend. All I could focus on was the fact I'd have to see my 'boyfriend' again. No matter how many times I tried to break up, he wouldn't let me go.

"(Y/n)? You okay?" Dan appeared next to me. I jumped, not expecting to hear his voice. He looked confused at my reaction and lifted a hand; probably to touch my shoulder in hindsight. Backing up, I felt my back hit someone's chest. I relaxed, recognising that it was the master.

"I'm fine, sorry. Zoned out." Unconvinced, Dan didn't have time to reply as we landed abruptly. Heading for the door, the doctor stopped me.

"Stay safe." Oh how I wish she knew. But they could never know. Without responding, I left and hurried home.

--------☆

Counting to ten, I took a deep breath then went inside my house. The tv was blaring, some old Hollywood movie. Realising he wasn't there, I made my way to the kitchen. It was a state as usual. Pans piled high, moldy plates and stained glasses. Plus, it stunk of stale food.

"Where have you been?" A slurred voice came from behind me. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Answer me!" He yelled, forcing me to turn around. Having me trapped against the counter, my heart rate picked up.

"With my friends." Mistake number one. Rolling his eyes, the taller gripped my wrist so tight, I thought it might break.

"Stop lying! Are you cheating? I bet you are. You're such a whore! Sleeping with every man you lay your eyes on." Whimpering at his accusations, I shook my head fiercely.

"No I swear!" Mistake number two. Chuckling dryly, he sneered.

"Did you just yell at me? Huh, you little bitch." My body began to shake as I knew what was coming. When I said nothing, the drunk male slapped me. I fell to the floor with a thud.

"Let me guess, you were off with that man you told your mother about?" Now internally screaming at myself for talking about the master, I chose to remain silent.

"What's so good about him anyway? I bet he's just some ugly little rat. Could never be a better man than me." Anger boiled beneath the surface. Without thinking, I snapped.

"Dont talk shit about him!" Third mistake. His eyes were vacant and soulless. Saying nothing, he grabbed the wine bottle from the counter and smashed it on the edge. Glass exploded around me as I let out a scream. He held it up, ready to use.

"You're gonna regret that slut."

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Tuesday couldn't come fast enough, it had been hell these past three days. As soon as the tardis came into view, I rushed in. Everything hurt, everything was sore. I wanted to collapse and never wake up. Everyone looked at me, they all seemed to be staring. Especially the master, who stood straight upon seeing me with his brows knit tight together.

"What?" I asked confused, chest still heaving from my run.

"Your nose is bleeding." Yaz told me. Touching my nose, I found that she was right. The master stepped forward without warning and I yelped, jumping back. He froze, eyes showing clear worry. All at once, everyone moved closer. Not being able to handle all the attention, I rushed past and ran to my room on board. Going into the bathroom, I shut the door before banging my fist against it repeatedly. That man ruined everything. Why couldn't I just be happy? I turned the shower on then peeled off my clothes, it was so painful. None of the wounds were treated and they were all fresh. Stepping into the shower, I slid down the wall and sat there; letting the water run over me.

Back in the console room, everyone stood not knowing what happened. The doctor gave the master a look. He nod then turned to the humans.

"What does (y/n) do at home?" They both shrugged, not having a clue.

"She never talks about it with us. Dodges the subject mostly." Dan admitted. Sighing, the master tried to peice everything together. But, with so little evidence, it was hard. Then it hit him and god, did he hope he was wrong.

"Who does she live with?" He asked, wary of what the answer could be.

"She used to live with her boyfriend." Yaz told him, sitting on the console beside the doctor. The blonde tilted her head.

"Used to?"

"Well, she wanted to break up with him. But she still could I suppose?" Wetting his lips, the master thought over everything. It was about four months ago (for them, not him and the doctor. Time travel and all that.) that this has all started.

"When did she say she wasn't happy?"

"I dunno. Three, four months?" He looked at the doctor to see she was frowning. They were thinking the same thing.

"Go." She said and he didn't need to be told twice. The master ran down to my room, not bothering to inform the other humans. The doctor would do that for him.

Doing my best not to cry, I began to feel numb at the burn against the cuts. I'd dealt with worse. The bathroom door was suddenly thrust open, I screamed and covered myself best I could. In the entrance, the master stood there. It was too late, he'd seen it all. All the damage my body had. Shutting the door, he reached in and turned the water off; grabbing a towel in the process. He crouched in front of me, wrapping the towel around my back. His eyes scanned over every scar, cut and bruise. Without question, he pulled me into his embrace.

"What has he done to you?" Knowing that he'd figured it all out, the floodgates opened and I broke down in his arms.

"Shhh, its okay now. I've got you." Not able to respond, I just cried more. I didn't deserve his time at all, yet here he was.

"How about, we get you dry? I'll take care of your wounds. Then, I'll make sure you're nice and comfortable. Is that okay?" Nodding slowly, the master picked me up and sat me on the counter. He pulled out a clean towel, to replace the now damp one and dried me off very gently. Making sure to pat my skin with great care. After putting on some underwear, the elder disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a med kit. It was silent as he aided all the deep gashes and bruises littered on my skin. Taking my hand in his, he observed the hand shaped bruise on my wrist. It wasn't the worst injury I had, but definitely the most noticeable. I knew for a fact my back was in bad condition along with my stomach.

"He won't get away with this. I swear that. I'm going to throw him in a black hole." That comment made me giggle for the first time in ages. Smirking, the master handed me my fluffy pyjama hoodie and pair of shorts. Actually, they looked more like boxers. Either way, I wasn't complaining and put them on.

"Come on. Bed. You need rest."

"I'm fine-" a stern look cut me off. Of course, I was not fine. Instead, he carried me to my bed and sat me under the duvet.

"I'll be right back." He told me then disappeared. Resting my head back against the headboard, I took a deep breath. What was going to happen now? I was going to end up homeless. All alone. My eyes filled with tears yet again. Once everyone here found out it would be so embarrassing. They'd definitely judge, or laugh. Maybe? My head was a mess at that point.

"Hey, hey. Why are you crying sweets?" Not looking up, I heard the master speak before coming over. Something was placed on my side table, i didn't know what. His arms encased me, moving me so I was sat between his legs and leaning on his chest. I sniffled, hiding myself in his chest sheepishly.

"Talk to me (y/n). I want to help you." He tried but I just couldn't believe him. So, I shook my head at him.

"Please?" Turning myself slightly, I buried my face into his purple vest. My shoulders shook violently. Instantly, he began to rub my back soothingly.

"I hate him." I stuttered out, feeling pathetic.

"Tell me everything. I'm here for you. I'll listen." Taking a deep breath, I pressed myself against the warm male more. Though I found it hard to believe, that he'd actually be interested in listening to me, I wasn't going to pass up the chance to vent.

"It started a few months ago. He'd always been angry, he'd yell when I made mistakes or did something he didn't like. But when he started getting physical, I tried to leave. He didn't like that and he pushed me down the stairs." The masters grip on me immediately tightened after I had said that. Clearly, he was angry but I wasn't scared at all.

"After that, it didn't stop. Every time I forgot something, he'd hit me. If I spoke back, he'd hit me. If I went out alone, if I didn't clean, if I didn't cook. Especially when I spoke about you guys. Everything landed with him getting angry. And he took it out on me.  Every time." I concluded, his vest getting damp from my tears but he didn't mind. Holding my shoulders, the master pushed me back and held me at a comfortable distance.

His thumbs brushed my cheeks dry, a calming look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, I spoke out my own insecurities.

"Now I'm going to be on the streets right? I'm gonna be alone again. I don't want to be alone, please. Please don't leave me alone."

"Shh, come here." Hooking his hands under my arms, the master sat me on his lap properly; head landing in the crook of his neck. Now straddling his thighs, I was much more snug against him and able to hug him tightly. His arms were almost possessive around my waist, but i enjoyed it.

"I am never going to let you be alone. Ever. You're stuck with me. And I promise you, that he will pay." He spoke softly, kissing my cheek soon after. Turning pink, I managed to collect myself a little. My body began to go a little limp in his hold, everything seemingly catching up with me.

"Are you tired?" All I could do was nod at his words, i could tell he wanted me to sleep. But I was scared.

"Can't sleep."

"Why not love?"

"Nightmares." Understanding, the master cupped my cheeks and stared into my eyes.

"Would you like me to help with that." Nodding once again, his lips pressed against my temple and I was out for the count. Once I was asleep, the master tucked me in then stood. For a moment, he pondered what to do then began his journey back to the console room. The doctor looked at him anxiously, clearly wanting to know what happened.

"I want to kill him." He told her directly, alerting both yaz and Dan. They rushed over as he came in front of the doctor. She inhaled deeply, staring at him with intent.

"Its bad?"

"Its worse than you can imagine. Tell me no or else I'm going to kill him." Quickly, the blonde started to fly her ship. Rushing around the console, she flicked different levers and pushed the right buttons. The tardis landed with a thud.

"Where are we?" The master asked, forehead lined with frustration. All those pent up feelings weren't good for the mind.

"Outside (y/n)s House." She went over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Get him." Their eyes went wide in shock. The doctor was actually giving him permission to kill him. Not needing to be told twice, the master grabbed his jacket and rushed out.

Just waking up from a black out, the unsuspecting male stumbled into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine. Suddenly, the door slammed behind him, causing him to jump and drop the drink. He turned and saw the outline of another man in the shadows. Out came the master, arms folded tightly. Backing up, the human was utterly confused.

"What are you doing in my house?" He slurred, eyes going up and down repeatedly. Chuckling, he walked closer and unfolded his arms, revealing a dagger in his fist. Immediately, the man sobered up and swallowed thickly.

"What's your name?" The master asked, not sparing him a glance.

"Michael." Nodding, he took another step closer as Michael began shaking.

"Hello Michael. You're going to come with me." Of course, he complied and followed the master out and into the tardis. Once on board, he was in a state if shock. But the master payed this no mind and began to fly the tardis skillfully. Once he was happy with the place they were adrift, he stalked back over.

"Before you die- and believe me, you really are going to die- tell me. What pleasure did you get out of hurting (y/n)?" Michael's face went sour, realisation setting in. He scoffed and looked away.

"Is that what all this is about? That stupid girl. For fuck sake!" Raising his brows, the master watched in amusement, as the human had his tantrum.

"What bullshit has she been spewing now? All she does is lie! Even made up some guy with a dumb name. Just to pretend anyone would actually give a fuck about her! I never hurt her! She's just pathetic." He told him, rolling his eyes afterwards. It was silent for a second before he began again and, as you can imagine, the rage was growing tenfold inside the timelord.

"I did not hurt her! Never. God she's infuriating. Are you just going to stand there? Looking at me as if I'm stupid, it's unnerving." Michael asked, making the master shake his head with a slight pout.

"No you carry on. You're only making your death more painful." The look in his eyes was that of ice and he felt his blood go cold. It finally set in. Whoever this man was, he was being serious.

"Why do you care so much?" Ignoring the question, the master tutted quietly and lead him to the doors.

"This 'guy with a dumb name'? What did she call him?"

"Uh- The master I think. Why does that matter? Who even are you?" A smirk grew on his lips, gazing at the male with a murderous glint in his eye.

"Well, I'm not made up. That much, I'll tell you." Clicking in, Michael looked extremely confused and took a step away.

"You're the master? You're real? So she was cheating! That little bitch! When I get my hands on her I'm going t-" Instantly, the dagger was pressed to his throat, cutting him off. The master pushed him against the closed door, teeth gritted together. 

"You really are thick." He laughed out but wasn't happy even in the slightest. Michael let out a strangled breath, staring at him in fear.

"Never hurt someone I love. It won't end well for you." Gripping the back of his shirt, he opened the doors to reveal looming darkness.

"What's that?"

"That, stupid human, is a black hole." The master muttered, taking the dagger away from his neck. Without a second thought, he impaled Michael's waist. He cried out but the master didn't care. Instead, he drew him in closer and spoke into his ear.

"Enjoy your time in hell." With that final statement, he was thrown out into the void, tardis doors shutting behind him. Resting his head against the doors, he let out a breath. At least he knew this therapy was working. The master didn't get half as much joy as he used to. But he didn't regret it. Not at all. Feeling a hand land on his shoulder, he turned to see the doctor. She had a sympathetic smile.

"Go. She needs you." He smiled, nodding in recognition before heading back down to my room. Finding I was still asleep, he took off his shoes, jacket and waist coat, before slipping in on the free side. Carefully, he pulled me closer and relaxed as I subconsciously attached myself to him. Maybe even he could fall asleep like this.

Groggy, my eyes forced themselves open. Going to move, I found myself under something- or someone- weighted. Looking to my left, I found the master. He's was sleeping. That was odd, he never slept. Taking this opportunity, I sunk back down and buried my face into his chest. It was warm and safe.

My movements must have woke him as he stirred a moment later. His hands tightened on my waist and I quickly hid my face in his shirt.

"That doesn't make you invisible you know?"

Turning red, I gazed up at him.

"You were asleep."

"No I wasn't."

"Was." It went silent. Just staring at each other until he gave in. Casting his eyes to the beams on the ceiling, the master spoke.

"Maybe I was." I smiled and tried to adjust, get more comfortable.

"You never sleep." Carefully, the male pulled me further onto his chest, a hand still encasing the dip of my waist.

"No, I just can't sleep. There's a difference, love." Ignoring how my blush grew, I allowed myself to bask in his warmth. It felt nice. It fight oddly right. To be there, in his arms. A man I was once told to fear, to avoid at all cost. He now lay here holding me as if I could disappear. Mind starting to catch up, I suddenly remembered just how I got in this situation.

"What did you do? When I was asleep?" I asked, looking up at the master with wonder. He rolled his head against the pillow, eyes scanning my face. A hand traced the bruise on my cheek tentivley, a tense sigh breathing by his lips.

"Do you want the truth, right now? I don't want to upset you." Our eyes locked and I nod surely, letting him know I could handle the truth.

"I took Michael. I listened to his shitty lies. I let him talk, let him grow scared. Though, I could have done it for longer but I was too angry." He started, glaring up at nothing in particular. Sensing his growing anger, I reached forward and laced our fingers together. The master looked at our hands, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

"I stabbed him. I threw him into a black hole. He's in a million pieces now. Floating through space. Dead." Maybe he was expecting me to recoil in fear, or give him a lecture. Instead, I sat up with a smile. I leant down and kissed his cheek, causing his eyes to widen in the process.

"Thank you. For saving me." Even if my voice was quiet, the master grinned and sat himself up as well.

"You don't have to thank me doll. I'd do it again in a heart beat." Pushing back the covers, the master got himself up.

"Wait right here." Then, he rushed out, leaving me alone. I smiled to myself, going to the bathroom. After doing what needed to be done, I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. As much as I loved my hoodie, I pulled it off and felt more comfortable. Seeing as I was wearing a sports bra, I turned and head back into my room. It wouldn't matter, I could throw a tshirt on if the master was uncomfortable. Crawling back onto my bed, I sat on my knees and grabbed my phone. Finally, I deleted Michael's number and hovered over my photo gallery. Once I have clicked on it, my heart dropped at all the cold memories stored there. They hurt to see. So caught up in my phone, I didn't hear the door open. The master looked up and froze, eyes raking over my figure. Quickly, he shook those thoughts away and came to my side, gently placing two mugs down on the bedside table.

"What are you doing?" He asked, moving so my back was flush to his chest. I showed him my phone screen, all the photos now highlighted.

"I'm deleting all of it." Nodding, the master watched as I did so and noticed how my eyes grew sad at the now black screen.

"Dont be upset, love. Its over now." Gently, he pulled me between his legs, resting back against the pillows. My body followed his, relaxing against him.

"I made you tea." Carefully, he handed me a steaming cup of tea. I took it gratefully, blowing the steam in effort to cool it. For a while, we sat there, drinking tea whilst I listened to a few of his stories. I loved hearing about his and the doctors childhood. It sounded almost magical. Whilst the master was speaking, I looked up and found myself staring at the alien. At least now I didn't have to feel guilty about my feelings. Not that I ever did, it's not like I wanted to be either Michael in the end. The cup, now empty, was taken from my grasp, knocking me out of my daydream. The master grinned down at me, brushing his fingers through my hair.

"What's with that look?"

"What look?" I asked, eyes never leaving him. Chuckling, he let out a sigh before moving his free hand down to my waist.

"I should have tortured him more. He deserved it." His fingers danced around the bruise on my stomach, light touches almost making me shiver.

"It doesn't matter now." Still, I could see it was bothering him.

"He was never a good boyfriend, even before the really bad times." The master never stopped his hand from moving, giving me full attention.

"How so?"

"He never showed me love. I could never hold his hand, or hug him. He never kissed me. I was just an accessory to him." I explained, frowning at the memory.

"Over a year of neglect. Maybe that's all I'm worth." Immediately, the master whipped his head to look me right in the eyes. It almost made me flinch.

"Absolutely not. That man was an absolute idiot. A waste of space." He seethed, inhaling sharply afterwards.

"I would never treat you like that. I would never let you go. I'd-" We both froze as he slowly realised the weight of the words he just spoke.

"I mean. Hypothetically." The master slightly stuttered. My mouth was parted, blinking in the informed.

"I would treat you better anyone. Because that's what you deserve." A smile grew on my lips, listening as the; usually calm male, fumbled with his words.

"Not that you would be interested. Now or ever. But I'm just-" Giggling, I kneeled up, gripping his collar and pressing his lips against mine. Initially surprised, the master held onto my waist and melted into the kiss soon after. Pulling back, I was taken aback when the male pulled me into his chest. My head rested against his shoulder comfortably.

"If I'd have known that the feeling was mutual, I'd have taken you away from him much sooner." The master stroked the top of my hair, pressing a kiss to my temple lovingly. Simpering, I nuzzled in closer.

"You're here now. That's all that matters." And that was the truth. From then on, everything would get better. As long as he was by my side.

[huevokinder24]

Shadow and bone rant

Was shadow and bone S2 a good one? It was enjoyable. It was watchable. That's it.

For those of us who have read the books it was a huge mess.

Let's talk first about the grisha trilogy.

They joined book 2 and 3 (and crooked kingdom for some fucking reason, but I'll get to that later) and just rushed through the plot.

While I'm not the biggest fan of the trilogy and SOC is one of my favorite books ever, I still think the crows had no business being there. They just took too much screentime, something I usually wouldn't complain about but now I am. The sword subplot alone would have been okay. The rest? What the fuck was that??

Due to this, we didn't get to see the actual story of Sab. And don't get me wrong, I wasn't expecting a word by word adaptation, but this felt.... The characters weren't themselves.

Nikolai felt incredibly plain. He was just a nice guy. But where was his wit? His charm? His "my mother was an oyster, I'm the pearl". Where was his personality?

Also, he never loved Alina, and Alina didn't love him. Why would they push this narrative?

Everyone loves the darkling because he is charismatic and a master manipulator. This season he was just a dying guy. He didn't feel threatening. He didn't feel like the villain at all.

Zoya was completely sidelined for Alina. My girl had like 3 scenes and she didn't do much. In the book we saw rare moments of vulnerability, saw her friendship with Alina and genya grow. But she was still the cold bitch everyone loves because that's what makes Zoya Zoya.

They offed David just like that, and again, replaced him with Alina in the triumvirate. And I'm so mad about this. The triumvirate was made up of the three leaders that the orders chose to lead them during the war (except for genya). There are one of each order so the darkling's favoritism wouldn't repeat, so all the orders would stand on equal ground. Again, they were leaders. Political leaders. Now we have 2 summoners and a colporalki. What about the materialki? They lost their place in Nikolai's circle.

Also, the little reunion of Alina, genya and Zoya at the end was more like "uwu besties hanging out" than, "we have the responsibility to lead the orders and rebuild the country"

Mal just left. JUST LIKE THAT. we have a season full of Malina kissing and vowing they'll spend their lives together after they destroy the fold and kill the darkling, and the dude just leaves. Not just leaves, BECOMES STURMHOND. Do the writers know what sturmhond means to Nikolai? He would NEVER let any other person, least of all Mal take over the role.

And the twins left with him. The twins would never leave Nikolai.

Also Tolya, canonically ace, giving inej heart eyes????

And Alina. Where was her internal struggle? She kept her powers and is ready to become queen? And marry Nikolai??? She never wanted the crown. She never loved Nikolai. She only wanted to disappear into the sunset with mal and open an orphanage to help children like her. She literally told Nikolai that Zoya would make a better queen, hinting at zoyalai.

The whole point of Alina's character was that she was just a girl. She was just a girl turned saint, something she didn't want, with an enormous power she never asked for. She was just a girl who wanted a normal life but had to play the hero at 17. By the end of ruin and rising, she is exhausted, weary, drained. She faked her own death so people would leave her alone, so she could retire to the middle of nowhere with Mal and live a quiet life.

Now they're making her Nikolai's betrothed, future queen of Ravka, and... Evil? After she fought so hard to not become a monster like the darkling??

And where's the religion??? A huge part of the grishaverse revolves around religion, especially in the grisha trilogy. The manipulation of information and public image, twisting the narrative so it fits your goals, the zeal of the masses based on that exact narrative that those in power created.... There was none of that. Only inej called Alina "Sankta Alina" but they never showed what becoming Sankta was like for Alina.

This was just... Ugh. It was not BAD, but I'm so disappointed, especially for the crows, so part 2?

[onedayimgonnasnap]

The Demon Child

Court of Darkness X Child Reader/MC (same person)

There’s no specific gender for the reader it’s GN

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It was a long day for you, you’ve just finished classes, riding Shifah that dragon and having to deal with Sherry's ‘Shipping Service.

She created that service a while ago because she was dying for students to get together plus romance in general.

She dragged you, Violet and Grayson to it. However… there hasn’t been much profit. Most of the pairings were of random fan girls wanting to get with the princes.

You suggested that it was gonna be a scam (because this was obviously an extremely hard pairing.)

Sherry didn’t listen and the whole academy was full of tears from both male and female students.

Soon you decided to head to your dorm for a nap.

When you opened the door you were greeted by Robin, your familiar.

Robin jumped in your arms with a cheerful voice.

“Welcome back Master!!”

“Well hello, Robin!”

Robin soon started talking about how fun his day was playing in the forest and trying new snacks however.

“Robin?”

“Yes?”

“What’s that on the table?”

There was this unfamiliar fruit on your bedside table, it was orange, shaped like a mango but had the pattern and texture of a pineapple and smelled like an orange.

Robin jumped out of your arms and jumped on the bed pointing at it with his paw.

“Me and Gruscha found it while playing in the forest. I thought if I brought it here for you it would help destress you master. “

Robin was so happy and proud of himself.

However it’s extremely dangerous eating anything in the forest you don’t know about.

What were the pro’s and con’s to eating it

Pro’s :

•50% chance of getting away from the princes if it results in death.

•Happy Robin.

•Fulfilling your curiosity.

Cons ‘d

•Sad Robin if you end up dying,

•Dying

•There might be a horrible effect that’s even worse than death-

The list of Con’s seemed to easily out weighed the pros.

After a couple of seconds of silence Robin’s ears fell back as well as his tail behind his legs and head down.

As soon as you saw it forgetting the list of consequences you grabbed the fruit.

“Let me go wash it and chop it up real quick ok?”

You fake smiled afraid of what you just signed yourself up for.

Robin immediately went into happy mode.

“Let me go with you, I would like a bite too!” Robin laughed as he ran right behind you.

‘Shit’ you thought. Originally you were just gonna throw it away and pretend you have eaten it but Robin unknowingly is peer pressuring you.

You both headed right into the kitchen. Unfortunately there were no students there to tell you off if it was a dangerous fruit.

You put the fruit in the sink and began washing it.

You began sweating and slowly washing it hoping Robin will become impatient and run off but nope he stayed there and watched patiently waiting.

You then pulled out a cutting board and a kitchen knife, then cut the skin off while chopping the actual fruit into pieces.

Slowly you put the fruit into the bowl and took a deep breath while Robin innocently watched the whole thing.

You grabbed one piece and finally took a bite out of it.

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It taste really good? It was unexpected of it honestly, however you were complaining. Robin took a bite out of his piece and also started gushing over how good it taste.

However,

POOF

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Rio and Thomas were walking into the kitchen to have a snack when they heard Rain screaming, and Child crying and smoke coming out of the kitchen.

Finally getting there, Thomas began to take off his coat and shoo the gas while Rio stopped to see a pile of clothes. Not just any clothes… you’re clothes.

“MC?! DID YOU DISINTEGRATE?!” Rio shouted in fear,

as Robin tried to explain the whole story but couldn’t get anything out due to how many tears were flowing out of his eyes.

Thomas was also panicking.

“LETS THROW OUT MC’S CLOTHES MAYBE THIS WILL GET RID OF THE EVIDENCE. I DON'T WANNA GO TO JAIL FOR A CRIME I DIDN'T COMMIT!” THOMAS CRIED

As they were all freaking out a baby came out of their clothes, not just any child, it looked oddly familiar with a certain someone.

“MC/MASTER?!” Rio, Robin and Thomas all shouted at the same time.

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Confused at who these people were, you looked at all of them and cried. “I WANT MY MOMMY!!” You shouted in the most ear piercing voice you could ever imagine.

All the glass was shaking and in fear that it would break Rio picked up and wrapped you around his cloak carrying you away as you still were crying and banging your tiny baby fist against his chest.

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Finally giving you proper clothes Rio gave you his old baby clothes which seemed to fit you.

You had puffy eyes from all the crying and refused to look at him through pettiness that a strange man ‘kidnapped’ you.

“What do we do Rio?!” Thomas panicked using his inside voice hoping you wouldn’t hear or understand since he didn’t want anyone to think they kidnapped you.

“Relax, I'm gonna bring them over to the headmaster’s office!” Rio cheered over his genius idea. Robin dead panned because he felt like that was the most obvious plan to think of.

Rio soon walked over to you and tried picking you up to have you almost scream again. He immediately put his mouth over you just to have you bite him.

“OW.”

You got up and ran out of the room as fast as your tiny little legs could bring you screaming away.

“HELP-!”

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Fenn and Violet were walking around campus.

Violet was nagging Fenn angrily decided against herself not to choke him to death while Fenn was trying to come up with a plan to escape her nagging.

Until. SMACK.

“Owe, my shin..”

He immediately looked down at the cause of his original pain.

“Aw, aren’t you a cute little thing-“

“Get out of the way ugly man!” You shouted as you pointed at him, then kicked him in the shins.

Fenn gasped jokingly offended at this and picked up by the armpits and made you look at him “You only had a bad angle on me. Now do you think of me-“

You then let out that horrible ear rape screaming of yours-

“AGHHHHHHHHHHHH LET GO OF ME UGLY MAN”

You started squirming around, kicking, punching, screaming and crying.

Fenn soon had tears in his eyes full of regret, but the crying soon stopped as; “Haha, Fenn looks like you met your match. You know you should grab a child out of nowhere like that.” Violet scolded him, soon taking you out of his arms.

You were silent as you stared at her. “Hewo pretty lady”

Violent soon then started babying you and squeezing you gushing about how cute and precious you are.

As Fenn cried, feeling heart broken.

“Wait a minute.”

“What Levy? Are you going to brag about how that adorable child likes you more?!” Fenn started almost bursting into tears.

“Well that would’ve been worth my time doing, but unfortunately no, don’t you think this baby looks familiar?”

Violet said as she looked at your chubby face that were full of tear stains from crying before.

“Now that you mention it… is that-“

“MC!”

Rio and Thomas started running towards them both in huffing for air due to running almost everywhere looking for you.

You then started screaming; “KIDNAPPERS- KIDNAPPERS!-“

“QUICK THOMAS GRABBED THE TAPE AND ROPE!” Rio yelled as Thomas ran towards Violet duct taping your mouth and tying your body.

“HA WE GOT EM.”

“WHAT'S GOING ON?!” Violet yelled out clearly concerned, looking at you like you were about to once again burst into tears like your last tantrum.

“Listen, Violet and Fenn. This is no ordinary child. It’s a demon child named MC.”

Thomas explained, finally happy that you were quiet and not causing any trouble.

“That still doesn’t explain what happened to MC.” Violet said, shaking her head.

“Actually, MC ate a cursed fruit in the forest.”

Headmaster Lou came over to see the commotion clearly amused over everything.

“Let’s make a meeting to discuss this with everyone however.”

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“MC ate a fruit, Robin gave them. Cursing them to become a child for 3 days till bringing them back at midnight. They have no memories about us.”

“WHAT?!”

Everyone soon panicked.

Well.. MC is really cute. “Sherry said as Violet nodded her head in agreement looking at the gremlin child as it wiggled in the rope of its confinement.

“… Are we seeing the same thing?” Dia said in fear

“However, let's discuss a plan for those 3 days.”

Lance, Roy and I will have MC for day 1.

Guy, Fenn and Lynt have MC for day 2.

And lastly MC, Toa and Rio. For the final day.”

They all looked exhausted at the thing they must deal with.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"Wishing it Wasn't" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 5/18: Oldies on the Radio Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: Teen (for violence in later chapters) Word Count: (1K/19.5K) Summary: Season 2 Canon Divergence: When Neal tells Emma he has a fiancée, she claims to have a new boyfriend of her own, and blurts out the first fairytale name she can think of: Captain Hook. Killian agrees to this ruse, but when feelings grow between the two, will the con be more than they can handle? Chapter Summary: Emma picks Killian up for their date. Tags: season 2, canon divergence, gun violence in later chapters, angst with a happy ending, fake dating, mild character death, mildly anti neal Author's notes: DISCLAIMER: I apologize in advance to anyone and everyone who is offended by the two songs I've used as "oldies" in this fic. Thematically, they fit well with the story. I googled the definition of "oldie" and found it to be very much in flux, but at least one source said that music from the eighties count as oldies, and the song from the eighties I've included… works, it works, trust me. I'm not trying to make anyone feel old. Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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 The women Killian usually courted appreciated a man in captain's attire- his best vest, long black jacket, extra flask of rum tucked away in his back pocket, just in case. But since that woman, Tamara, would be there tonight, he'd have to settle for something a little more "modern" as Emma put it, and he settled for a dark blue button down with a black vest.

 He smiled at the dashing rapscallion he saw in the mirror in his quarters.

 "Yes, I'm even devilishly handsome by this realm's standards." He winked at his reflection. "Swan doesn't stand a chance." 

 Killian was used to the women he met falling all over him, but Emma held her ground every time she saw him- she was well guarded, walls built up high- but something about that pursuit allured him.

 It wasn't just the chase he loved though- there was something about Emma that was different from the women he'd met over the last few hundred years. She'd bested him on the beanstalk, she'd beaten him at lake Nostos- and yet, at the town line when he'd been hit by one of those mechanical moving contraptions, she'd made sure he made it to the hospital. He could even remember, despite the chaos and rush as they'd brought him into their infirmary, how she'd insisted their medical staff keep him hidden from the Crocodile's fury, and how she'd come to check on him there.

 He grabbed his jacket and threw it on before leaving his cabin and stepping out onto the deck.

 "It's just a pretend date." Killian thought. "Someone like her wouldn't take interest in someone like me otherwise. Those hero types don't tend to go for us villains."

 Killian looked across the portside of the Jolly Roger's stern and saw Emma's yellow car, and Emma coming down the docks where he'd said he'd meet her.

 He was thankful for the cloaking spell Cora'd put on his ship, because it meant Emma couldn't see him as she approached, couldn't see how his jaw dropped when he saw her.

 There was a lot that he had to complain about in this realm, but the acceptable length of a woman's dress- or lack of length thereof- was not one of those things. The pink dress Emma wore fell just below her knees, and her shoulders were bare, and the neckline low.

 "It's just a fake date, just a fake date." He reminded himself. "I could almost say she dressed more for him than for me."

 He bit his lip as he watched her look around the dock for his hidden vessel, then decided he'd kept her waiting long enough.

 "Why, Swan," he smiled as he walked down the gangplank, through the cloaking spell.

 She looked up at him, startled at first, but then almost seeming pleased to see him.

 "You look…"

 "I know." She rolled her eyes. "Let's just get a move on, or we'll be late."

 "As you wish." He said, watching her turn to leave, then following after her.

 "I would've gotten you flowers," Killian said as they walked along, "but your local florist seems to have a vendetta against me."

 "Probably because you shot his daughter."

 Killian nodded. "Yeah, that would do it."

  When they got to the car, he ran ahead to her side to open the door for her, and she seemed a bit surprised by his act of chivalry. He then ran around to his own side and climbed into his seat. He fumbled about with the seatbelt, not very used to using a seatbelt, but not wanting to participate in another dangerous accident. He was also having difficulty manipulating the fake hand, and missed having his hook.

 Emma sighed and took the buckle from him and buckled it.

 "Thank you." He said, his response coming out more sheepish than he'd hoped for.

 "Least I can do." Emma said as she started up the car. "I appreciate you helping me with this."

 "My pleasure." He smiled, trying not to stare at her as she drove them to the restaurant, but finding his eyes fixed on her. When it looked like she was about to turn to look at him, he quickly turned and looked out the window- though he was sure she knew he'd been watching her, that his gaze was almost palpable.

 Killian watched out of the corner of his eye as Emma turned a knob next to the clock, and her car started singing. He looked down at where the music was coming from, fascinated by the beat that felt like sailing with the wind in your favor, with words he'd never heard in a shanty before.

 "Yes, I saw her face, and now I'm a believer."

 "It's called a radio." Emma said. "It plays recorded music."

 "Not a trace of doubt in my mind."

 "Amazing." Killian said.

 "I hope you like oldies." Emma said. "Old music- though probably not too old to you."

 "Yes, I'm a believer, yeah yeah yeah. Yeaaaahhhhh."

 The song faded out, and another song started, one with a beat like electricity, like a ball being thrown back and forth quickly.

 "Looking through the window above, like a story of love-"

 Emma turned the knob and switched stations.

 "Don't like that 'oldie,' love?" Killian asked.

 "Long live the walls we crashed through"

 Emma bit her lip. "Not anymore."

 Killian nodded, pretending to understand.

 "How the kingdom lights shined just for me and for you."

 "This one's not an old one; it's pop, but it's tolerable."

 "I was screaming long live all the magic we made. And bring on all the pretenders- one day we will be remembered."

 Killian smiled toward the end of that line- because he heard Emma singing along.

 "I didn't know you sing." Killian said.

 Emma turned down the radio. "I don't."

 Killian raised an eyebrow. "Sure."

 "Okay, maybe I sing along to the radio sometimes." Emma said. "Is that a problem?"

 "Absolutely not." Killian said. "And if this magic box was set to 'shanties,' I'd be right there singing along with you."

 "Well that's the beauty of pop." Emma said. "You'll pick up on it by the last chorus."

 Sure enough, Swan was right, and by the end of the song they were both singing along.

[thestobingirlie]

honestly you are my favorite place to complain about r/nance.

Theres this steddie fic ive been reading for a while, and it was never tagged r/nance at the start, it's just been introduced later in. and I can deal with minor r/nance as long as it doesn't play much into the story. but the way its been dealt with in this fic.

in this fic robin avoids spending time with steve for weeks, I'm pretty sure its well over a month, when she starts dating nancy. like she'll only spend time with steve at work or if its in a group, and even at work she wont talk to him much. steve obviously feels hurt and has the whole self esteem issues of what if I'm a burden/ she doesn't want me any more.

Then she only spends time with steve again because eddie told her that steve seemed lonely without her. she uses the excuse of not telling him about her and nance because they didn't want to "hurt him", and gives a half assed apology. Then Steve ends up being the one to comfort robin because she keeps calling herself a bad friend and a horrible person without even looking at why steve was hurt, and he just forgives her.

And it just bugs me because it feels like these authors don't understand a thing about steve or robin. robin wouldn't spend so long choosing nance over steve and give the poorest of apologies, and steve wouldn't accept an apology like that, or at least wouldn't let it go back to 100% ok, because he would feel too hurt to go back to their normal friendship.

thank you <3 i will always be a safe place to complain about random shit. i love complaining.

i hate when fics have untagged ships. like i get it if it’s not important enough to actually tag the relationship, but at least tag background r//nance.

god, that enrages me and i’m not even reading it lol. i hate when the wronged party ends up having to comfort the person that treated them like shit. i like the characters to grovel.

yeah, the idea that robin could go more then two days without chit-chatting to steve is insane. they would literally start going through withdrawal.

i’ve made a huge post about this before, but it always astounds me when people have characters treat steve like shit and he’s just fine with it. like, yeah, he doesn’t have much self-worth, and so on and so forth. but he literally dumped his best friends for being cunts. he isn’t gonna allow everyone around him to treat him like utter shit. steve’s still a bitchy mean girl at heart, and if people are being pricks, he’ll lash out. we’ve all seen it.

and that’s not even getting into the r//nance of it all. robin treats him like shit, and is dating his ex??? steve would fake his death and leave town or some shit so everyone feels bad for mistreating him lmao.

no but seriously. stop treating steve like shit 2023

also!!! the fact that eddie had to be the one to tell robin to start spending time with steve again? ugh.

[princesssarisa]

This is inspired by @comma-after-dearest's poll about Victor and his parents in Corpse Bride.

I'd have a question for people who know West Side Story not just from the 2021 film remake, but from the original stage version and 1961 film too. What do you think of Maria and Bernardo's unseen parents, and the fact that Maria is willing to abandon them by eloping with Tony, on the same night they've lost Bernardo, no less?

Of course the 2021 remake simplifies things by omitting the parents and implying that Maria and Bernardo are orphans. But in the stage version and '61 film, their parents are explicitly still alive and around, they're just never seen. We hear them call for Maria from inside the apartment during the "Tonight" scene.

Now, they don't seem to have a bad relationship with their daughter, per se. When her father calls for her, he calls her by the affectionate nickname "Maruca," and she never complains about her parents, only about her overprotective brother. But she does say that they're strict with her, and that her father shares Bernardo's hostile attitude toward white Americans, so she doesn't dare let them know about Tony. The fact that they never appear might also imply that despite their strictness, their parenting tends to be hands-off; at any rate, they seem to let their son take charge of his younger sister's life much more than they do. Maria credits Bernardo, not her parents, with bringing her to New York. (Though how that would have worked I'm not sure – my best guess, since at one point Bernardo says that his parents don't know New York any better than Maria does, is that he emigrated alone first and built a life for himself, then sent for his parents and sister.) Bernardo is the one who's chosen Chino as her future husband; he's the one who apparently got her a job; and he's the one who allegedly never lets her do anything exciting until the dance at the gym.

Do you think the parents' flaws can justify Maria's willingness to run off with Tony, leaving them bereft of two children in one night? Juliet has a better excuse: her parents' abusive attempt to force her to marry Paris. But that plot element is gone from West Side Story; Maria is vaguely expected to marry Chino someday, but the only plot purpose it serves is to give Chino a motive besides Bernardo's death to kill Tony. Juliet's choice to fake her death and abandon her parents comes in response to their abusing her and to the immediate threat of being forced to betray Romeo and commit bigamy. But Maria's choice to run off with Tony is more exclusively about wanting to be with him and to escape from their violent surroundings.

Now I don't blame her a bit for wanting to escape, and the only possible way she can be with Tony is to run away with him. As the 2021 version of Anita points out, even if Tony managed to avoid serving jail time, he would never be safe or accepted by Maria's community after killing Bernardo. There's certainly no way her parents would have accepted their son's killer as a son-in-law! Still, it sometimes bothers me that Maria never shows any inner conflict about hurting her parents by leaving, when unlike Juliet's parents, they haven't done anything hurtful to her.

Could this be a moment when the writers adhered too closely to Romeo and Juliet without fully considering the changes they'd made to the context? I've read that accusation about Maria's quick forgiveness of Tony for killing Bernardo (i.e. she forgives him because Juliet forgives Romeo, when a brother's murder should have been harder to forgive than a cousin's), and about Anita trying to help the lovers even after Bernardo's death (would a girl as strong-willed as Anita ever agree to help her lover's killer escape justice, no matter how eloquently Maria pleaded?). Maybe this is another case like that.

So what do you think? Does Maria's choice to leave her parents cost her any of your sympathy? Or does the vague impression of their strictness and negligence justify it? Or does the stress of Bernardo's death and the threat of losing Tony justify it, with neither Maria nor her parents to blame? And is this issue a weakness in the writing, which the 2021 remake solves by killing off her parents, or not?

[deuterosapiens]

R-O-A-S-T M-U-L-E-S

So, guess who's finally read Son of Rosemary, the sequel to Ira Levin's classic novel, Rosemary's Baby?

Guess who regrets reading Son of Rosemary?

You know what? I'm not going to dignify anything this novel has going for it. It's just straight-up unapologetically not good. I've known the rumors, of how legendarily bad the ending is, and you know what? Yeah.

I complained a lot about Delicate Condition and its tendency to fake-out interesting situations. I'll take that over this, because at least you knew that Danielle Valentine was trying. Ira Levin had the original novel under his belt, The Stepford Wives (yes, that was a book first), just so much and yet, he chose the weakest kind of ending the world has known: the fucking "it was all a dream"-ending.

With the possible exception of The Wizard of Oz, has anyone ever been satisfied with "oh yeah, all that stuff you went through, all these incredibly high stakes, this journey of growth and discovery, lol, never happened." I don't even really like it for The Wizard of Oz, but I'm at least aware of the producers' concerns that lead to that ending in the first place as a product of its time.

Starting out, I was kind of getting some exciting Omen III: Final Conflict vibes. Then the incest started.

I don't know why I was hoping that would perhaps build off into something, but nope. The book kind of keeps that as a weird running thread, with no real dramatic pay-off. They maintain a fair, mostly innocent relationship, only with that added feature of The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness wanting to have sex with his mother. They joke about it a few times. She almost indulges him while high.

So there's basically no actual horror to this Antichrist story. A couple of bodies, but nothing interesting is done with their deaths. There's very little interesting drama either.

Even the appearance of Satan himself at the end doesn't qualify as an interesting moment. How bad must the writing of a novel be that you fail to make the introduction of fucking SaTaN??? Interesting???

So, let's play a game. Nice little hypothetical. If you were to assume that the Devil were a character in this novel, and expected him to show up at some point in the end, perhaps as a twist or a reveal, who would it be?

Rosemary after waking up from a twenty-something year coma and discovering that her son, The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness, has become a political leader and human rights activist. She quickly finds herself attracted to his body-guard and the two make plans to get down and dirty on New Years.

Yeah, Satan is exactly who you expect him to be. Funnily enough, all of his dialog becomes indescribably more poorly written after the reveal.

I should have realized how bad this was going to become when I finished Chapter 17, turned the page, and saw this:

Dialog attribution from this point on also becomes almost incredible.

Once, I might have found funny. Ira Levin's style here, up to this point, has been a bit, shall we say, quirky. I count five instances of this, as if I've inexplicably not connected these dots, as if Monsieur Levin hasn't spelled out to me in black and white in crystal clear words that this character Joe is in fact, Satan.

I could excuse pregnancy-brain, that unfortunate cocktail of hormones and growing paranoia, for some of Rosemary's less intelligent decisions in the original novel. In this one, she seems hell-bent on accepting every single explanation she's offered for the weirdness going on around her, as if she left all of her common sense on the floor next to Baby Andy's bassinet.

My evidence: she goes to a church, asking God for guidance as she suspects Andy to be involved in Satanic practices, including the murder of his lover. A patron has a horrible seizure, which she runs away from, believing it to be an actual answer. By this point she's claiming to have visions, so this ominous fit comes off as a bit of an Omen, if you will.

She then decides, yepp, nope, no answers here. Coincidence, God's too busy see. I only bore the child of his Adversary. I literally gave birth to The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is Called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness, but why would that make me special enough to warrant the attention of Mr G-dash-D himself?

Actually, you know what, I take it back. The ending makes perfect sense. Because only in the context of a dream would I believe Rosemary as a character is capable of such truly baffling intelligence loss.

I'm sorry I sought this book out. Hollywood has two really good sequels that are worlds better than the one the author wrote. The Omen III, and The Devil's Advocate.

The former does a fantastic job of showing what Adrian could have been, and the latter's ending weirdly parallels this one's, but is executed in a far superior manner.

Yeah, I didn't like it.

I might have found Delicate Condition personally not to my taste, being derivative of Rosemary's Baby, but my God is it oh so much better than Son of Rosemary. I'm truly sorry, Delicate, you did not deserve my ire. My ranting dis-satisfaction. You are a beautifully more pleasant thing than this thing that dares to call itself a worthy sequel.

I am sorry.

[allsassnoclass]

Fic ask game: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 8, 9, 11, 13, 14 & 15!

oh wowza!!! alright! let's go! thank you for asking!

1. Favorite place to write. the corner of my couch in the living room! preferably with a blanket

2. Favorite part of writing. i love lightbulb moments! that feeling when you finally figure out a little detail that fills a plot hole, or when writing an au you have a great idea for how to incorporate/parallel a canon event. even just having a realization of what your story is actually about and how to lean into that more. stuff like that is so satisfying to me, so I absolutely adore when I get those moments.

3. Least favorite part of writing. i've been unhappy with editing lately. it used to be a breeze for me, but lately i've been getting really critical of my writing and much harder to satisfy, which means editing either takes forever or it feels hopeless and i end up releasing something i'm not fully satisfied with or confident in

4. Do you have writing habits or rituals? i don't think i have any specific ones! maybe developing a few would make it easier to get into it when the time comes.

5. Books or authors that influenced your style the most. i really love Maggie Stiefvater, especially the way she uses figurative language, but I don't think my personal style necessarily reflects that, at least not as much as I would maybe want to. honestly, i don't know who has actually influenced my style. every author that i read works for leaves a little itty bitty speck of influence, so it's probably a combination of fifty billion different people.

7. Favorite author. as stated above, it's Maggie Stiefvater. The Raven Cycle is my absolute favorite book series and Ronan Lynch is my absolute favorite character. I do also want to mention Terry Pratchett though, because I'm into Discworld and I really appreciate his ability to write wacky humor and social commentary, plus having Death talk in all caps all the time is a vibe.

8. Favorite trope to write. fake dating, baby!!!!! I have posted 5 fake dating fics so far. 3 of them are the 3 longest fics i've ever written. i have many, many other fake dating ideas. i love how blurry the line gets between acting and sincerity, and the exploration of how much of love is a feeling and how much is actions and how much is based on outside perception or not, plus it is SO tasty for pining.

9. Least favorite trope to write. i don't like "getting to know each other" moments, so strangers to lovers can be a challenge. getting characters from not knowing each other at all to being in love is difficult and tedious for me.

11. Describe your writing process from scratch to finish. oh man. screaming and crying :) no i'm kidding. first i am hit with an idea. then i let the idea marinate for anywhere from 1 day to 3 or 5 years. then i begin the wip! i start writing from the beginning and just keep going until it's done, often with many, many interruptions and forays into other wips in between. then when I finish, i edit (which is mostly spelling, grammar, word choice, and double checking throughlines and cohesiveness. to date, i haven't rearranged the order of scenes or major plot points in the editing phase). after i edit, i post! then the cycle begins again (or continues with a different fic, as i always work on multiple at once).

13. How do you deal with writers block? historically, not well. i get upset about it and complain. but because i have so many wips and well over 100 ideas jotted down, i can always pivot to another fic if it's plot/character-related writers block. if all writing is difficult, then i might take a break and try to focus on reading or other things

14. What’s the most research you ever put into a book? pas de deux took a decent amount of research on professional ballet companies and various twin cities details. by the time unmute is over, however, it will have significantly more research sunk into it. it already has had so much. not only have i had to do a huge amount of research on 5sos and significant events in their lives/career beginning in 2011, but i researched visual art programs at colleges (including individual class listings), salt lake city, utah, when gay marriage was legalized in utah/the entire USA/Australia, the legality of getting married in a country where you're not a citizen, social media/chatting apps of the early 2010s, etc. there's a lot going on here.

15. Where does your inspiration come from? anywhere! everywhere! i take inspiration from other stories, songs, things that happen to me, things that happen to my friends, basically anything can serve as inspiration!

Thank you for asking!

[thatonedemonnamedlucifer]

SHADOW REVIEWS - MARRY MY HUSBAND

Decided to do a little series on this blog titled "Shadow Reviews" where I review some random shit (tv shows, books, etc). I'll start off by reviewing a webtoon I've been i n v e s t e d in for quite some time now, that webtoon being Marry my Husband! I won't give away too much, but the review is not entirely spoiler free so tread lightly! Additionally, please don't start discourse! These are all my personal thoughts. (Brief TW for mentions of domestic violence, financial abuse and illness)

PLOT SUMMARIZED: We start the story off with our protagonist, Jiwon Kang, who is dying of cancer. Minhwan Park, her husband is not answering any of her texts or giving her money she needs for treatment. She eventually returns home and finds Minhwan cheating on her with her best friend, Sumin Jeong (I'm hoping I spelled that right). And also finds out that Minhwan has basically been spending all her money. Jiwon attempts to confront the two, but Minhwan ends up murdering her in cold blood. But then Jiwon is brought back to life... back in time ten years before her death, and during the year she married Minhwan. Jiwon decides to get her revenge on both Minhwan and Sumin by making them marry each other. In the process, she develops a friendship with two co-workers, Juran Yang and Huiyeon Yu, and eventually falls in love with her boss, Jihyeok Yu. I won't go any further than that because I don't wanna spoil the story too much. WHAT I LIKED:

While I don't normally read webtoons, let alone isekai stories and romance stories, this one somehow won me over because of the plot alone. I love that while Jiwon is mainly focused on avenging her own death, she also tries to help her own co-workers, especially Mrs. Yang (who btw has the CUTEST KID :DDD) Also. Huiyeon. That's all I have to say here. While I wish Jiye and her friends got a bigger role, I still love those characters. From them crashing Sumin's wedding to helping Jiwon expose Sumin and Minhwan as assholes, Jiye and the girls definitely won me over. Lastly, Sumin. No, not the character herself, but how she was portrayed in the story. While Minhwan was the shitty ex-husband, I think Sumin is definitely supposed to be the main villain of the story, and the perfect foil to Jiwon. I don't have much complains about how she was written. Oh yeah. That one scene where Minhwan tries to confront Jiwon in her apartment... only to be greeted by a mean looking guy who immediately takes a disliking to Minhwan. That was funny lmfao. WHAT I DIDN'T LIKE:

Speaking of, Minhwan's character was... kind of flat to be honest. There's not much to know about him besides the fact he's a cheater, abuser and a murderer. I do wish I learned more about him. Additionally, Mr. Lee, Jiye and her friends, and the other minor characters definitely deserved more appearances than they had. I am DEFINITELY not a fan of the "prettier without glasses" trope that showed up here to say the least. Tbh, as cute as they are together near the end, Jiwon and Mr.Yu's first interactions were... uncomfortable to say the least. Lastly, and this is mostly my personal preferences rather than an issue I have with the story itself but I need to say it anyway: Can the fake pregnancy trope just FUCKING DIE already.

OVERALL THOUGHTS:

It's not the greatest love story by any means, and it's not for everyone, but I would definitely recommend for folks to atleast read up to Episode 47 to say the least. This is definitely one of very few romance stories that I actually enjoyed even with some of it's issues. I'm especially looking forward to the side stories which I might review as well! FINAL RATING - 9.5/10.

[bucketsofmonsters]

The Shapeshifting Detective - Part 2

cw: parental death, grief, slow burn, more tags will be added as the story continues

male shapeshifter x fem character

word count: ~4k

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4  part 5  part 6  part 7  part 8

Katherine didn’t even make it to breakfast before her mother was calling her into the drawing room to talk. She could already tell that she was about to get an earful and be told to under no circumstances do some things that she would absolutely be doing anyways. 

Her mother was straining to be polite. They weren’t on the best of terms on a good day, with everything that had happened both had been pushed to their limits. “The will is being read soon, when everybody arrives.”

Kate didn’t even know who was coming. She couldn’t imagine it was relevant for anyone other than her and her mother to be there but then again, her mother had probably invited along anyone and everyone who wanted to come, she’d never been great at saying no to people. 

As Kate nodded in response, she made sure to keep her shoulders pulled back and her back straight, not wanting to give her mother anything more to complain about.

Her mother’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, her own little performance. Kate was certain her fake smile was better than that, but maybe hers would wear away with time too. “The detective’s coming here again today and I want you to get this whole ordeal over with. He wanted to sit in on the will reading anyway, you should have time after.”

Kate fought the urge to scoff. “Over with? I’m going to be involved with the whole investigation, god knows the man needs the help, he couldn’t solve his way out of a shallow hole.”

“Katherine! Today you will tell him everything and then this will all be over, are we understood?”

She gave her a terse nod, making a promise she had absolutely no intention of keeping. 

A knock at the door saved her from any further arguing, immediately using it as an excuse to escape. She shouted back a vague “I should get that” as she scurried out of the room, not looking forward to the lecture she would inevitably receive later. 

The person at the door was the only one she knew was coming.

“Hello, Miss Katherine.” Harvey Lewis smiled down at her. 

“You really don’t need to keep calling me that you know.”

This seemed to distress him, immediately thrown off of his game. “What should I call you?”

“I don’t know, Kate? Or you could just drop the miss if you’d like.”

“Oh I couldn’t, Miss, really.”

Of course he couldn’t, his manners keeping him from doing what she’d explicitly asked him to do. She couldn’t escape the rules hovering above her even now, with her own name. 

“Of course, it was silly of me to ask. Any new leads on the case?” she asked, trying to refocus the conversation, make something useful out of it. 

He was clearly uncomfortable with this line of questioning. She wondered if even his superiors cared this much about his work. With how he’d been doing, she imagined they didn’t.

“We will find who did this, Miss, you don’t need to worry.”

“That’s not what I asked detective,” she spat through a smile that more closely resembled barred teeth. 

Another knock sounded and their conversation was cut short. The little sigh of relief from the detective was unmissable and it didn’t take long before Daniel was cheerfully greeting her, the detective standing off to the side, averting his gaze from the pair. 

Her face lit up with artificial glee. “Daniel! What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to be here for you.”

Lies. Bold faced lies. He wasn’t even trying to hide it, which honestly she appreciated. It was as close to honesty as she’d hope to get in this situation, a blatant lie like that. 

The detective seemed to decide that this was his moment to reenter the conversation. “That’s very kind of you.” He seemed to genuinely believe it. She couldn’t help but wonder how someone seemingly so unversed with the nuance of conversation became a detective, surely that was an important part of the job. 

“Yes, detective, thank you for your input.” He didn’t catch the spite in her tone but Daniel certainly did, his eyes flickering nervously between the two. 

Before he could find a way to respond, Kate heard other people entering the house. She shifted to try and get a view of the door so she could figure out who else wanted to be here when Daniel stepped directly into her line of sight. “Don’t worry about them, I’m sure your mother can handle it.”

She was trapped in that room for a while, listening to Daniel rattle off ideas about what the will might contain like it was a fun puzzle and not the will of her dead father. The detective backed out of the room as quickly as he could while he rambled and she couldn’t blame him, she’d do exactly the same thing if given the opportunity. 

She was finally saved by everyone being summoned for the will reading. There were entirely too many people shut in a room not built to accommodate them as the executor started to read. 

She was barely listening, too busy with her own thoughts to really pay attention. She should care more, she thought, these were the last words of her father that she’d ever hear. But still, she couldn’t help but scan the faces of the various parties gathered around, all of them enthralled by where the money would go. As they stood, their focus unwavering, she got the chance to really take a good look at all of them. 

The usual suspects were in the room. Of course her mother was there, listening intently to the news that she was being thrown from her marriage with nothing to show for it, the way so many wives were left behind. Daniel was there too. He knew of the gossip about her family so he wasn’t listening to hear what he could get from their marriage but instead to find something to tell his little friends about. 

Some family friends stood in the corner, looking like they were trying to melt into the wallpaper. Katherine had known them since she was little, Peter and Theresa Moore. She couldn’t understand why they were here, why they might be at a will reading, but they both seemed intent on being there. Theresa looked just as crestfallen as many of the others in the room, a quiet mourning draped across her face. Her husband, on the other hand, almost seemed frustrated, as if he’s been dragged there. 

And then there was the woman of the hour. Katherine had been stealing glances at her ever since she’d entered the room. She’d never seen her before but it didn’t take much to guess who she was. She must’ve been the one her father owed money to, the shady figure who’d been looming over her family for years. 

She certainly looked the part. She was draped in all black, even her hair dark, matching her gloomy demeanor, but they weren’t clothes of mourning. They were too gaudy and intentional for that. Everything about her was sharp, from her face to her clothes to her gaze. She almost felt like she might cut herself if she stared for too long. 

And there was the detective, and as she glanced his way she realized that unlike everyone else, his eyes were not trained forwards. Instead, his gaze fell on her, his forehead wrinkled with concern. As the pair's eyes locked she managed a halfhearted smile, one he returned readily. 

She was the first to look away, refocusing on the reading of the will in an attempt to escape his sympathies. 

Everything went to her, all of it. Not that it’d be allowed to stay that way for long. This was something young women were terrified of, being left an inheritance like this. She’d seen it before, the scramble to find a husband after a father’s death that only daughters went through so as to be in better social footing, to find security and something resembling normalcy. She really should be more grateful that she already had a suitor at the ready. Between the debt and this, he really was saving her. 

Somehow, looking at his wry face, searching for anything interesting in the last will of her father, she couldn’t fully internalize that sentiment. He still had yet to look at her, too busy with other things. 

The woman in black spoke, cutting into the end of the will reading. “All of this is after I’m repaid what I’m owed, I assume.”

The executor nodded at her. “Yes, most of it will go to you before anything stated in the will can be enacted, everything that remains will be passed on to Miss Katherine.”

She nodded. “Good. Just making sure we’re understood.”

As the reading of the will drew to a close, everyone’s attention dispersed once more and chatter broke out amidst the room. 

When she finally braved looking at the detective again, he thankfully wasn’t looking at her any longer. She wasn’t sure she could survive any more polite smiles from him. Instead, he was staring down the woman in black. In fact, they were sharing a knowing look, some sort of silent conversation occurring between them that Katherine couldn’t even hope to decode. 

The detective cleared his throat, breaking up the staring match between the two. “I really should be going, thank you for letting me sit in, it was very helpful.”

Her mother’s attempts to halt his progress out of the room proved ineffective and Katherine watched the woman in black trail out of the room immediately after him. Did they know each other? Maybe that’s why he was acting so odd, he knew one of the main suspects. But surely that was enough to count as a conflict of interest. Had he not told anyone? Katherine wondered if maybe she could get him thrown off the case. Surely anyone else would be better than the mess of a man they were stuck with now. 

But at the moment, she couldn’t do anything, unable to make a tactful, quick escape like the detective and the woman in black could. They weren’t tied to all this the way she was, stuck exchanging pleasantries with people she’d frankly rather not speak to. 

Her mother was talking with their family friends after her failed attempt to detain the detective. Peter was holding Theresa’s hand, gripping so hard his knuckles were turning white.  

Before she could surveil the situation any further, Daniel pulled her aside. To be honest, she’d basically entirely forgotten about his presence, being pushed aside for the other various more interesting figures in the room. But now he could be ignored no longer as he grabbed her hand and demanded her attention. 

“Don’t worry, my dear, we’ll be getting married soon and none of this will nonsense will mean anything to you.”

“Mmhmm.” She nodded absentmindedly, hoping that would be enough to placate him. 

Apparently, it was not. He seemed hurt that she wasn’t swooning over his every word and she offered him a quick explanation, hoping that would be enough to get him off her back. “Sorry, I can’t stop thinking about the detective. He’s so odd, I can’t help but wonder.”

Daniel shrugged. “I wouldn’t know, today’s the first time I’ve met him.”

That couldn’t be true. Surely they’d at least spoken. It had been days and she knew for a fact that the detective knew about Daniel. Hell, Katherine wasn’t ready to write him off as a suspect and she was practically engaged to the man, and Harvey hadn’t even spoken to him? It almost made sense. After all, when would he have had the time? He spent all his time asking her asinine questions and refusing to leave her alone, how could he manage to fit something productive into his schedule. 

That was it. She didn’t possess enough self-control to stop herself. She stormed out of the room, fully intent on chasing the detective down, even if she had to follow him all the way back to the police station. 

Her mother trailed after her, also clearly angry but for admittedly different reasons. “Where do you think you’re running off to?”

She couldn't temper her anger, everything from the last few days boiling over. “Well, mother, you want me to hash everything out with the detective so badly, I think you were right, I think today is the perfect time for that. 

She rushed out of the room, heading out the door and into town. When she reached the police station, she stormed right through, not letting anyone stop her and going right into the detective’s office. 

He jumped where he sat, startled by the sudden noise of the door slamming open. She wasted no time before letting everything out. “How can you have found nothing yet? I spoon feed you evidence and you won’t take it! You can’t even understand when you’re being insulted and they have you trying to solve a murder? It’s absolutely absurd. I was wondering how you possibly could have ended up here. Was your father a detective before you? Do you know someone here, because there is no way in hell you earned this position on your own merit unless you are actively and intentionally refusing to pursue this case.”

“Miss Katherine…” His voice was soothing, like he was trying to tame a wild animal. It did nothing but anger her more. 

“Don’t you do that! I am not hysterical, you are just incompetent. And stop calling me Katherine, god, can you not do anything? Can’t solve a murder, can’t investigate shit proprly, can’t form a coherent question, can’t even call me the right name.”

The longer she yelled the more he shrunk in on himself, his shoulders hunching over more and more until he finally just buried his head in his hands. 

That wasn’t enough to stop her. “You’re absolutely awful at this, an incompetent idiot…”

“I know.”

That snapped her out of her reign of terror, stunned by the admission. “What?” she asked, trying to piece together what his play was.

Only then did she notice the wall of the room. It was covered in messy notes and dozens upon dozens of strings, all haphazardly tacked to it. It looked like he’d been putting up every single piece of information he had, grasping at straws. Maybe he did understand how out of his depth he was, she’d assumed that he was moving with the same unthinking, unearned confidence she’d seen so many times before. 

Her eyes fell to a piece of paper that just read “Katherine??? aggressive, intelligent, found the body” sitting right in the middle, staring her in the face. 

“I’m not aggressive.”

The detective still looked terrified of her, which she supposed was fair. 

“Right, of course not.”

She pondered the paper further. It was connected to everything else on the board, the centerpiece to his manic web. Finally, she settled on a question. “Do you think I did it?”

He didn’t move to reassure her, to tell her that of course he didn’t. He thought about it, evaluating the board with the same care she had before he settled on an honest answer. “No. This feels like a wild way to behave about a murder you committed. Or maybe that’s what you want me to think? Shit I hadn’t considered that.” His head fell back into his hands before they drew up to comb through his hair, the distress evident in every action. 

“Do you want to add that to the board?” She couldn’t help the snide comment, it escaped her before she could even process it. 

He looked at her like she’d gone mad. “I do but I was going to wait until you left first, feels a little rude to do it now.”

That got a laugh out of her, a real laugh. “It does feel a bit rude, that’s a good call. This is going to sound like I’m joking but know that I mean it so genuinely, have you ever spoken to a person before? You’re so bizarre, maybe you did it.”

“Hold on, I’m very normal.”

“So that’s the accusation you take fault with? Not the one about you possibly killing someone?”

He could not possibly look shiftier if he tried. It almost made her believe him more, no one could be this bad at lying. “Well, that’s also not true.” he added. “I’m a very normal, non-murderer. Just a regular person who doesn’t kill anyone.”

He didn’t seem capable of grasping quite how odd he sounded, looking content with his answer, if not a little panicked over her line of questioning. 

“Listen,” he continued, his voice measured and every word carefully chosen. “I truly do mean to solve this case. We both want the same thing, we don’t have to be working against each other.”

Maybe his words would hold more meaning if it felt like he was taking this case seriously. “Come on, you haven’t even spoken to Daniel yet, it’s absurd. He has clear motive, if anything he should have been one of the first people you talked to.”

“He was.” After the words left his mouth, a flash of something crossed his face, a quick wince that she barely caught. 

He was? Sure that couldn’t be right, he’d sworn that they’d only just met. “He said he saw you for the first time today.”

“He was… wrong, I suppose.”

Something was definitely wrong. She couldn’t tell who was lying, Harvey or Daniel, but someone had to be. Neither seemed like the brightest fellow but neither of them would forget something like this. 

Harvey, entirely unaware of her internal conflict, continued on with the conversation. “What were you saying about Daniel? Why do you think he’s one of the first people I should have spoken to?”

“He wanted my father dead. They hated each other, he wants to marry me and my father wouldn’t allow it, did you even know that?”

He physically drew back as she spoke. “What? Did he tell you that?”

“He might as well have, talking about silver linings.”

“So you think he did it?”

“Not really. I’m not certain but it doesn’t seem like him. However, the fact that you haven’t even looked into it seems absurd.”

“I promise I have. I didn’t know that bit though, thank you. So you are investigating?” He seemed fascinated by this revelation, his eyes flicking between her and the web of information behind her. 

“Yes, and don’t tell me to stop because…”

“Oh, I won’t. I think it’s incredible. By the way, have you found anything about that couple at the will reading, something was off about them, I have my suspicions but I haven’t had a chance to speak to them yet.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, they’re just family friends. They were acting weird though.”

“And let me guess, your father was always closer to the wife, am I right?”

That caught her by surprise. “How did you know that?”

He did a little fistpump as his suspicion was confirmed. “Affairs are usually the safest bet and they sound like a dead ringer for it.”

Katherine wasn’t quite as excited about the revelation. “No, you’re wrong. My father wouldn’t do that.

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s a lead and I intend on following it. So there’s Daniel, Theresa, and Peter, is there anything else you figured out?”

He was actually sharing information with her and taking her leads seriously. This was so far from what she’d expected when she came in here but it was a pleasant surprise. 

“What about that woman in black at the will reading?” she asked. “What do you know about her?”

The excitement that had been building in the room at the two shared intel immediately died, panic flashing across Harvey’s face. “Evelyn? She’s innocent, I know she is.”

“So you do know her!” Kate proclaimed triumphantly, excited her deduction had been correct. “That means you're biased, I could get you thrown off the case.”

Suddenly he didn’t seem so interested in speaking with her anymore, immediately throwing his hands up in surrender. “Listen, I like you, you’re very smart and honestly better at all this than I am. I swear to you Evelyn did not do it. Any other detective is going to say it’s her and not look any further and then your father will get no justice. Look into it yourself, if you think it's her, report me, but look into it first.”

He was making too much sense for her taste. “Fine,” she conceded, “but the second I think either of you are up to something, I am reporting you so fast.”

He nodded in agreement the whole time she spoke, completely giving in to her. “Whatever you think is best.”

“Okay. Then I think we’re done here.”

Before she left the room she took one last look at the wall of information in front of her. On a small table to the side of the endless notes was a paper with an address on it, either not yet pinned on the board or not meant for it at all. She slipped it off the table as she walked past, dropping into her pocket as she turned to leave. “Well, Harvey, this has been an enlightening visit, thank you so much for your time. 

Before she got the chance to make her escape with her stolen note, Harvey interrupted her. “Oh, by the way, Miss Kate?”

“Yes?”

“You can call me Vincent, if you’d like. That’s what my friends call me, it only feels fair.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “How does one get Vincent from Harvey?”

“It’s a middle name, just thought I’d give you the choice. And I’ll tell you the moment I find anything else, I swear.”

“Thank you, detective.” 

And with that she left the police station, with newfound information and a stolen slip of paper in her pocket. 

She should have headed straight to the address on the paper but instead she found herself wandering to the river in a desperate attempt to clear her head. She needed to be alone, to have some space to think. She used to come down here more, when she was younger. Not anymore, no time for it. 

She picked up the flattest stone she could find, turning it over in her hand and feeling its weight before doing her very best to skip it. It got two skips before it sank into the river. She used to be better at this. It was a childish pastime but it was nice, something to do with herself while she stood out there, retreating from society for a moment.  

The sound of gravel crunching below someone’s feet interrupted the quiet and she turned to see who she would be dealing with. 

Daniel looked back at her, the same surprise that she was certain was evident on her face reflected on his. She never would have guessed he’d like it down here, too messy for him. It was nice, realizing there was at least something she liked about him, something that they shared, however surprising it may be. While she mulled it over, he was the one to break the silence. “Hey, Kate.”

That was new. Of course she’d told him about the nickname, but he’d never taken to it. She doubted he’d even heard her when she’d mentioned it, too busy in his own little world. Maybe he felt the same way he did, sharing the surprise and unexpected affection at finding her here, a place where he probably didn’t expect to see her either. 

“Hello.” she said, her voice warm and welcoming, not wanting to scare him off. “I didn't know you liked it down here.”

He kicked at some rocks by his feet, toppling a small tower some children had probably built up earlier in the day. “Yeah, well, it’s a nice place to clear your head. I get why you’d want to be down here.”

“Yeah, my head needed some clearing, that’s for sure.”

She didn’t get the laugh she was hoping for. Instead his face seemed ridded with concern. “How are you holding up?”

There was something about his tone. He sounded more genuine than he ever had before. She had half a mind to ask him if he’d been possessed or perhaps caught some rare illness. 

She tried to match him, to show him that she really did appreciate it. Who knows, if he could be like this, maybe she could learn to really like him. “Not well. I cursed someone out which made me feel a little better.” 

“Well, I’m sure they deserved it, they were probably being an ass.”

“Maybe. I’m not so sure anymore.”

He was still shuffling around, kicking rocks absentmindedly towards the water. “Can I ask you something?”

“Feel free.”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, seemingly unable to stand still. “It’s kind of rude.”

She snorted. “That’s never stopped you before.”

He blurted out his question all at once, words almost blending together. “Do you not appreciate it a little? The freedom it brings you. Like, it’s obviously tragic that he’s dead but it seems like it was stifling.”

Is that what people thought? That she’d obtained some sort of freedom from this whole ordeal? “It doesn’t bring me any freedom, I’m trading one prison for another.”

She realized her mistake the second the words left her mouth. She wasn’t used to her guard being down like this with Daniel, not used to speaking so freely. However compassionate he was being today, down by the river she’d never dreamed he’d enjoy, there was no way he could respond well to her fairly directly stating that she considered him just another prison. That wasn’t easily missable, no matter how self-centered the recipient of the comment may be. 

She watched him mull over her words, waiting for the moment of realization. It never came. He just stood there, thinking and considering, trying to puzzle his way through it. 

Finally he seemed to reach a quiet conclusion, although seemingly not one he was offended by. “I believe you.” The words sounded almost like they were more for his sake than for yours, almost as if he was testing them out, making sure they were just as true when spoken aloud as when they were in his head.

“What?”

“Nothing, sorry, don’t worry about it. By the way, can I walk you home? I want to make sure you get back safely.”

She stuffed her hand in her pocket, absentmindedly fidgeting with the note that resided within. She’d wanted to go there after she cleared her head but she couldn’t now. How would she escape him, by just running off? She probably could outrun him if it came to it but in the long run that would be more of a headache than it would be worth. She swore that the first chance she got she’d be there but for now, all Kate could do was give Daniel a gracious nod and accept his uncharacteristically kind offer.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

a/n: here we are, finally at chapter 1 of irnbtv thank you so much to everyone who hyped up the story and asked to be part of the taglist! i’m not entirely pleased with this first chapter since it’s mostly exposition dumping but the real fun begins in chapter two, so look forward to it!

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It’s too early in the morning for this. Your lips curled into a deep frown.

It was far too early for this.

It was far too early for your untimely death to be rationalized. It was far too early for you to dream of the original owner of the body you had claimed. Despite those surprises, you were able to take them in stride. But this is a damn dealbreaker.

You could tolerate many things, roll with many a punch. Someone walking into your room unannounced, however, was something not even you could tolerate.

Which was how you found yourself, nightgown at all, staring down a maid whose previous look of contempt had shifted into one of anxiety. “I’m sorry, perhaps it’s because it’s because I’ve only just awoken but I could have sworn that door was closed. Or was it actually open this whole time?”

“No...” the woman answered after a moment. She must have been bringing you your breakfast, judging from the trolley full of covered trays the maid brought with her. “It was closed.”

“I see.” Your hummed. “Then that would mean you just barged into my room without knocking and being given permission. Correct?”

“I simply needed to-”

You didn’t give the maid a chance to finish that sentence. “I don’t care for your lackluster excuses and justifications. Is that how you enter the duke’s room?”

The maid looked aghast as your question. “N-never, my ladyship!”

“And can you tell me why that is?”

“I... I don’t understand your question, Lady [First].”

Your frown deepened, your displeasure easily visible. “I’m asking why you would never dare to enter the duke’s quarters without permission?”

“Because... because I am his servant.”

“Yes, a servant.” You all but growled. “And yet that is how you enter mine? The duke’s daughter? Your lady? Are you daft or do you truly believe that you’re my better? Because those are the only implications I can gather from your actions.”

“That wasn’t my inten- I- I apologize-”

“Get out. Walk back to that kitchen and make your way back to my room and treat me like you have some sense.” With a mousy ‘yes, ma’am’, the maid grabbed the trolley and stepped away frantically. Whether it was out of fear of how you’d react or surprise that you ‘finally’ lashed out at the treatment, you weren’t sure. Perhaps it was a mixture of both. “Oh, and Miss Maid?”

“Y-yes?” She looked over her shoulder.

“My breakfast better be hot.” From how the servant flinched as she closed your door, you were sure your glare was cold enough. I fucking swear.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. You weren’t planning to dive headfirst into the role of Villainess. But assholes opening my door without knocking and asking first was already a pet peeve of mine when I was in my world, like hell am I dealing with that here. Yet in your memories, [First] did nothing but tolerate it. If the Duke didn’t care about his fake daughter, why would the staff? Maybe she thought that even if she complained, he’d do nothing about it. Maybe she was right. But that isn’t flying anymore now that I’m here.

With that dealt with, you sat your vanity drawn to the person mimicking your every move. You’d always wondered how the protagonists of these sorts of tropes never reacted more emotionally in this scenario. They die and then wake up as the Villainess, and their untimely demise is never at the forefront of their minds? Now that you were in this position yourself, you found yourself having a similar reaction.

Why is it always the Villainess? You wondered for a moment, fingers brushing lightly over your cheeks. It’s never as the Heroine. And it’s never in a normal rom-com manhwa either. You find yourself chuckling lightly, trying to imagine that sort of series. If I woke up as Bareum in Romance 101, it would be game over. You brush away those thoughts as quickly as they’d come with a sigh. Beneficial as that might have been, that wasn’t the series you transmigrated into nor were you the type of Villainess who was merely publicly humiliated.

No, you were the daughter of the Duke [Surname], [First], a primary antagonist in the story of Seraphim.

The story was a fairly simple one, magic, multiple love interests, and of course the Villainess to tie everything around in a neat little bow. It followed the sister in a pair of twins, Lumine, after discovering her affinity for light magic. Her elder twin brother, Aether, had always been frail and sickly since birth so when some baron offered to adopt her, she took the opportunity since he promised her brother would be taken care of as well. That led to her being introduced to high society, who were all interested in her since light magic was one of the rarest types in the world.

In the world of Seraphim, elemental magic was the standard with each of the main love interests wielding one of the seven.

Kamisato Ayato the Crown Prince and [First]’s fiancé used Hydro. He’d never been your favorite love interest, finding his teasing and scheming personality more annoying and grating than charming. With your newly acquired memories, he only seemed even worse in your eyes. Still he was the one Lumine chose in the end, go figure. 

Then there was Ajax Snezhevich, another Hydro wielder, who was revealed to be an antagonist. He’d been working undercover for the true big bad of the series, the Tsaritsa who wanted to take Lumine’s light magic for herself. He fell in love with her genuinely in the end, but his sense of duty won over romance and he was ultimately exiled by the end of the story.

Ain’t that some bullshit, Childe was just as much of an antagonist as [First] and all that happens to him is him feeling bad and just going into exile? You groaned, thinking at the unfairness in terms of villain treatment. Why does [First] have to go mad with heartbreak and rage so she can attack Lumine and then get killed by Xiao, huh?

Kaedehara Kazuha, in contrast, had always been your favorite love interest. Lumine should have ran away with him honestly. He was poetic and kind but he could be quite sharp and witty when he wanted to be. His family were the knights of the Crown with his destiny being the leader of those knights. All he wanted was to run away and travel the world though, exiting the story not too long before the climax. He wielded Anemo.

Xiao was another who was of the Anemo element. A former child soldier forced into countless battle after battle before coming to Teyvat as a slave. The Duke brought him out of that, however, and Xiao’s loyalty was unshakeable... at least until he met Lumine. But considering he’ll kill me at the end of the story if I just go along with everything, he’s less cute.

Finally, there was Hu Zhongli who used Geo. A baron who was terrible with money and yet never seemed to run out of it. That was kind of it with him, there was never anything too deep with him. It was honestly sort of obvious Zhongli wouldn’t be chosen by Lumine in the end, still he was quite attractive.

And [First] has Dendro, right? You looked at your hands. There was nothing out of the ordinary about them, and yet you knew magic was now flowing in them. Poisonous plants like belladonna were a symbol of [First]’s since that’s what she mostly used it for once Lumine caught the attention of the prince. You recalled the wilted grass and flowers in your dream that flourished once more when the original [First]’s mood had brightened. 

I wish we could have seen what her magic was like when it wasn’t fueled by anger and pain. You looked at your reflection once more. At least my death isn’t imminent. Not when you weren’t the unhealthily infatuated [First] from before. If you continued on now, you were sure that [First]’s story would play out quite differently in that regard.

Ayato would still fall in love with Lumine and annul his engagement with you publicly. You’d have no reason to attack Lumine, nor would you want to. You’d just live the rest of your days as the disgraced Mad Dog of the [Surname] duchy, not that people didn’t already refer to you as that already.

Your fingers drummed lightly atop the table as you recalled the events. As if I’m staying for that. Leaving was the only option for you. But there really wasn’t anything that was-

Knock. Knock.

“You may enter.” You announce with missing a beat. Your plans could wait until after breakfast. “Looks like you can learn, after all.” You couldn’t hold back the dig, not when irritation still lingered in you. “Let everyone know that’s how I want you entering my room from now on.

“Yes, Lady [First], I’ll make sure to let everyone know.” You eyed the trolley with interest as your breakfast was unveiled.

Steak? For breakfast? You held back your glee, you wouldn’t give the maid the satisfaction of your pleasure. “Next time, I want waffles.” You say instead, grabbing your knife and fork. “You can leave now. I wish to be alone while I eat.”

“My lady?”

You considered snapping more, but that was too much even for you. “What is it?” You query instead, keeping your tone curt.

“I wish to ask when you would like to get ready for the luncheon at the palace?”

“Luncheon?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Yes...” The maid looked as if she couldn’t believe you’d forget. “The one the Prince is hosting. You were ecstatic a few weeks ago when you received your invitation.” An obligatory invitation, you both seemed to be thinking.

You couldn’t hold back your expression of displeasure even if you wanted to. I need to know what point in the story I’m in. “Absolu-” you clamp your mouth shut. This luncheon is the best way to figure that out. If Lumine was there, it would be time to make your departure from the tale immediately even without a plan. Considering how little [First] is cared about here, I’m sure that’ll be easy. “The luncheon, of course! I suppose it slipped my mine in favor of other things.” You exclaimed smoothly. “I’ll call for you after breakfast, I’ll get ready then.”

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[folkwhorerain]

Single.

May Parker x fem!reader

gif by me <3

(pls I'm such a slut for Marisa Tomei)

Summary: May and reader used to date, but reader made a mess and lost the only woman she ever wanted. How can she win her back?

Warnings: legal age gap (minors do not interact!), angst, mention of death, smut, oral sex (reader receiving), poor English grammar bc it is not my first language.

I got inspired by “Single” by The Neighbourhood <3 I also got inspired by my POV on TikTok (loraine.maximoff) xx

You open the door with sweaty hands, your heart is beating so hard that you wouldn't be surprised if it came out of your chest any second now. With every step you take inside the place you knew too well, you want to take three back. This was probably a bad idea, but the more you look at the shelter the wider your smile gets. You've been a volunteer at the F.E.A.S.T for about a year before you fired yourself.

You always felt like helping people was your mission in life, since you were a child. Your father died when you were six and your mother was never home, trying to rise you all by herself doing three jobs. The money were never enough, your mother couldn't buy you barbies or toy cars and you used to complain about it. But the more you got older, the more you realized it was that or food. And you would've never chose material things over something as important as food. That's why you now prefer being grateful and enjoying things you already have.

Growing up as a poor child made you realize a lot of things, but it also gave you a fear of abandonment, issue that leads you to what's happening now.

This is not gonna work.

Just when you were about to turn around and go away, a voice calls you from behind. “Y/N, is that you?”

Oh, you know who she is.

You clench your jaw, mentally cursing yourself for doing this in the first place.

“Gloria, is good to see you!” You put on a fake smile and give the employee a big hug.

It's not like you don't want to see her, actually she was one of the first people to talk to you when you first accepted to volunteer at the shelter. Your stories were very similar, that was the main reason you befriended her in the first place. Gloria started out as a homeless person, but thanks to Spider-Man she accepted to get help and take a bed at the F.E.A.S.T. and now she has a job and a lovely girlfriend.

Peter, that boy. What a kind heart. You miss him so much, but you bet he doesn't want to see you since you made a mess with the most important person of his life.

“Y/N, what's taking you here?” She asks you taking off her yellow beanie with one hand, the other was in the pocket of her green jacket. She didn't change a bit.

Your heart stops for a moment hearing that question, she knows why you don't work at the F.E.A.S.T. anymore, reason why you didn't want to meet her of all people.

“Oh, uhmm... I'm looking for May.” You clear your throat looking at your feet, not wanting to see her surprised face.

“Oh, well. She's in one of the kitchens on the second floor.” She points at the stairs and smiles at you a little uncomfortably.

“Thanks, Gloria.” You nod, heading to the second floor. “I should probably go.”

“Sure. See you around!”

You turn around one more time and wave politely before running up the stairs.

It's now or never.

You fast walk towards the first kitchen, knowing the person you're looking for is gonna be there. You and May used to stay a lot in that kitchen during night shifts. It was a routine for you two, bringing coffee when you felt tiredness pervade your bodies. You also had your first kiss in there. You remember you were talking about your childhood for the first time in your life, you felt like you could talk to May. She would never judge you for your past and she never did. When she placed her hand on yours telling you she felt sincerely sorry for you looking deeply into your eyes, you knew you liked her a lot, so you did the first thing your mind told you to do and kissed her. To your surprise she kissed you back and then again, and again... and again.

And of course you ended up making out passionately.

You smile at the thought as you shake your head to push those memories away. You take a deep breath and open the door.

Your stomach twists when you see her making coffee, too lost in her mind to acknowledge your presence.

“Hi, May.” You whisper shouting the door, before walking closer to her.

“Hi, how can I-” She stops talking as soon as she lands her eyes on you. Her face was unreadable, is she happy you are here? Is she sad? Is she surprised? Maybe angry? Oh, you shouldn't even ask, of course she is angry seeing how things turned out.

Neither of you say a word and that reminds you of when you first saw her:

It was your first day as a volunteer and saying that you were disoriented was an understatement, the more you searched for an employee to train you and tell you what to do, the more you got lost. That was until you saw Gloria. She told you to look for May Parker at the canteen, she was the one who was supposed to train you.

You went where Gloria told you and saw a few employees, most of them were males so it wasn't supposed to be hard for you to find the woman you were looking for.

“Hi, I'm looking for May Parker.” You informed one of the employees, thinking he surely knew her. Before he could answer, a voice behind you gained your attention. “Who's looking for May Parker?”

You turned to look at the person whose voice belonged to and what you saw left you speechless. A beautiful woman was standing there with a polite smile on her face, adjusting the glasse on her face. Her brown hair was loose on her shoulders and the blue jumpsuit she was wearing traced her curves perfectly.

“oh, I- I am. She's supposed to train me.” You explained, touching your rings nervously. You were always a mess around pretty girls.

“Oh, you're the new volunteer?” You nodded, too embarrassed to speak. “Yeah, I'm Y/N Y/L/N.” You stretched a hand out for the brunette.

“Nice to meet you, I'm May Parker!” She chuckled comfortably, shaking your hand. Her touch was so soft.

“Oh sorry- I didn't know.” You stuttered. Damn, you hated being so shy.

“Don't worry, dear. You couldn't know it.” May smiled. “Come with me.” She said placing her hand on your back, walking you out of the canteen. “I already can tell we're gonna get along!”

Oh, how she was right.

May cleared her throat, waiting for a response. You sheak your head, trying to find the right things to say. “I think we should talk about what's happening.”

"I don't know if we should be alone together." She states. You can tell she's trying to be distant, but you can also hear that hint of insecurity in her voice.

"I still got a crush." You confess, taking a few steps towards the woman.

"That's obvious." She scoffed before drinking her coffee.

“When we're alone what's stopping us?” You asked her.

She doesn't respond, she simply can't. She doesn't have an answer to that or maybe she does but she doesn't want to say it in fear of losing you definitively.

You see her biting her lips and looking down, you know she will let her walls crumble any minutes now, you just had to find her sweet spot.

“Everywhere I go I see your face.” You kept subtlety teasing her.

“Whatever.” She quickly responds, thing that she always does when she's pissed.

“I don't even mind sharing oxygen, I just wanna get lost in your lungs.” You nervously bite your lips, thinking that maybe that was too dramatic and by the way she furrows her brows, you can tell you're right.

“Too cheesy?”

She nods, giving you a swift and embarrassed smirk. “A little bit. It sound like a quote taken from a love song.”

“May-”

“I told you I needed time.” She interrupts you with a firm tone and a cold stare. You're not going well, but you still have a few tricks up your sleeves.

“I'm allergic to the waiting.” You tease her with a smirk on your face.

She raises an eyebrow, not impressed by your flirtatious and lame ways to get her back.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Maybe you should just be honest. “May, look, I'm sorry. I was an idiot.” You confess exasperated. “I just miss you so much.”

Her face softens enough for you to notice but not enough to let her walls crush down completely. “You should've thought about it sooner.”

She's right. You hurt her, you broke her heart. You yelled things that still hunts you these days. The thought of the reason why you and her broke up was still vivid in your head.

You and her were a couple for only a few months, everything was going smoothly. You even started to officially work at the F.E.A.S.T. and she would always try to get your same shifts to spend as much time with you as possible. You had the pleasure to meet Peter, her nephew, and even have dinner in the apartment with him and your gorgeous girlfriend. Everything was good, too good for your liking.

Your anxiety got the best of you one day, when you saw a co-worker flirting with her when he knew you were just a few feet away. You were well aware she would never cheat on you or purposely hurt you and you could tell by the way she shifted uncomfortably when he tried to touch her, but something told you otherwise. Since your father died and your mother was never home due to work you had this constant fear that everyone around you was gonna leave you. That's why you never had a stable relationship with your ex partners. You would always leave them before they could hurt you, it was painful but always better than finding out the person you loved cheated or left you for some reason.

When you decided to confront her about that you told yourself to stay calm and to face the issue calmly, but what came out of your mouth was the total opposite. You were yelling at her that she was unfaithful and that you saw she was flirting with the dickhead. She knew about your insecurity so she took a deep breath and sweetly reassured you that she would never cheat on you while her hands was on your face and she was stroking your cheek.

You wanted to believe her and deep down you did, but your mind was a bitch and it got the best of you, so you abruptly took her hands off your face and screamed that she was a bitch and that you didn't want to see her again. The hurt stare she gave you broke you in two. A few tears fell out of her eyes but she was quick to wipe them away. “Fine.” That's the last thing she told you before she left you.

A tear escaped your eye at the memory. “I know.” You sniff, massaging your temples. “You're making me go crazy.” You sadly chuckle to hide the pain.

She chuckles too, she still loves you after all.

“Oh, you find it funny?” You joke, rising your eyebrow. There was no malice, you just loved to joke around with her like the good, old times.

She knows you genuinely want to joke around and have a good time with her so she holds the game for you. “Yeah, really funny.”

“You played enough games. Now go on a date with me.” You insist as you place your hands inside the pockets of your jacket. You know you're risking too much, but you really want to make it up to her.

She shakes her head and sighs, closing her eyes for a brief second. “Y/N, I don't think you heard what I said.”

“May, please. Just a coffee.” She slowly shakes her head again, looking at her hands. You could tell she was unsure of her own words, therefore you decided to risk again and take a few more steps foward. “Please, babygirl.”

Her head immediately snaps up at you and her breath got caught in her throat.

There it was, her sweet spot.

That nickname was her weekness. You and her recall the moments you most use it. Mostly when she was squirming and moaning under you with your fingers buried inside of her. You would call her babygirl to drive her mad.

“Y/N, don't-” She manages to breath out as she looks down at her hands, making her hair fall in front of her face.

“I can't help but call you that.” You whisper while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You shouldn't call me that.” She objects, looking at you with deer eyes. She wasn't good at hiding her true feelings. “And I already had coffee anyway.”

“Just a coffee, May. Please.” You gave her the best pouty eyes you could. She couldn't resist you, you knew that. “I know you want to say yes.”

She gives you a scolding slap on your shoulder and rolls her eyes. “Just a coffee.” She murmurs, turning around to clean the counter to hide the blush on her cheeks.

“I'll wait for you outside.” You say with excitement in your tone.

“Yeah, okay.” She tries to sound detached but in reality she is as excited as you are.

“See you in a few minutes!” As soon as you close the door behind you, you almost jump of joy.

Yeah, she can't resist you.

-

You waited sixteen minutes for her and you don't know that because you counted every single minute, absolutely not, you were just bored. When she approaches you she's not able to hide the smile anymore, she want to toss things apart for now and enjoy the evening with you.

“Shall we go?” You ask in such a sweet way that you she melts, just like the old times. She hums in agreement as she lovelingly take your arm under hers.

-

You spend at least two hours at the bar just talking about the good old days without thinking about the pain you caused her.

She doesn't want to ruin the mood right now, she is already stressed because of work and Peter risking his life everyday, she doesn't want to argue with you.

When she decides it's getting late and she should probably go home, you tell her you want to take her somewhere.

She tilts her head and huffs as she crosses her arms, knowing what you want to do. “Y/N, it was just a coffee, this is not a date.”

“Oh, shut up!” You giggle before taking her by the arm and heading her outside the bar. “Come with me, idiot.”

-

“Why are we at the amusement park? It's closed!” May yells as she walks behind you, trying to keep up your speed. “Just shut up and follow me.” You say taking her by the arm one more time.

You two stop in front of a carousel and May immediately smiles. It's the carousel you two said "I love you" for the first time on one of your dates.

“Do you remember it?” You smile contently at May's reaction.

“Of course I do!” The brunette replies sitting on one of the carriages, soon followed by you.

You sit close to her, subtly touching her leg with yours. The silence isn't embarrassing but you know you both have to talk about your relationship right now.

“May, I'm sorry. For everything.” You whisper playing with your hands, too afraid to look at her.

She sighs. “You really hurt me, Y/N.”

“I know.”

“You can't even imagine how painful it was for me.” She yelled, clearly frustrated.

“I was afraid.” You admit, glancing at her. She remains silent, waiting for you to keep talking. “When my father died I only had my mother, but she wasn't there for me, she always had to work and I get that but I wish she never left me alone everyday. I was a child.” You sigh, your eyes close for a second remembering how painful it was. Her eyebrows furrow in a compassionate way before she places a hand on your back, stroking it sweetly. “I've always been like this, okay? I've always left people before they could leave me because I thought that if I did nothing could hurt me, but then you came into my life and made me realize that leaving you was the most stupid decision I've ever made. I know I was unfair and I hurt you but-” You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. “I love you, May. I want to be with you and it doesn't matter if you're gonna hurt me, for you it's worth it.”

She is beyond surprised by your words, not because she doesn't know you love her but because that's the most sincere you've ever been with her. Talking about your feelings was never easy for you, but she's glad and grateful you're doing it now.

“Hey, look at me.” You feel her hand stroking you cheek, demanding you to look at her and you do so. “I won't hurt you. You made me feel so happy after what happened with Ben and I didn't think it could be possible, but I'm so grateful I gave love a second chance because if I didn't now I won't be holding you.”

You look into her eyes searching any signs of lies but you can't find any, her words are sincere and for once your mind recognize that. “I know this isn't probably the right moment but can I kiss you?”

She chuckles with both of her hands on your face and before you can react she crashes her lips against yours. You sigh contently with your arms wrapping around her waist, enjoying every single moment.

When you both pull apart you look into each other eyes with your arms around each other, not ready to let go completely.

You place your forehead against hers and close your eyes for a brief time. “I missed you.”

She gives you a slow and passionate kiss, her tongue touching yours every now and then. “How much?” She whispers, her smirk evident on her face.

“Let me take you home.”

-

The second you stepped through the door, you took her by the waist and she pinned you against the doot, shouting it.

“Let's go to your bedroom.” You suggest, your hands traveling around May's body.

She shakes her head taking off your shirt, biting her lips as soon as she sees your breast. “I wanna taste you right here, right now.” Her tone is firm and her eyes are full of lust, and you know that means she's not asking, she's demanding.

You nodd and swallow dryly, you can already feel the heat between your legs.

May kneels in front of you, her eyes never leaving yours. She slowly pulls down your pants and underwear, too impatient to take them off completely.

“Are you sure?” The older woman asks you gripping your hips.

You nodd frantically, starting to grow impatient. “Just do it.”

“How impatient, baby.” She teases before quickly burying her face in between your legs. Her tongue is slowly teasing your clit, making you growl. “And how wet.”

“I want more.” You sigh arching your back. She laugh sending vibrations right into your core, that alone almost made you come. “I know you do, you're always so needy.” She mocked you before pulling your leg on her shoulder and dipping her tongue into your entrance. You moaned louder feeling her tongue stretching your walls and her nose brushing your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. May.” You moaned in the most sinful way possible. “I'm gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Cum for me, babygirl.” She ordered you before rubbing your clit with her thumb, your hips start bucking and your hand is now pulling her hair.

You let out a louder moan as you shake uncontrollably reaching the edge. You let out another moan as your twitching thighs relax.

You look at her and you see her licking her lips, tasting you one more time.

She gets up and start laughing as she pressed her lips against yours. You hum tasting yourself on her tongue.

“Shall we continue this into the bedroom?”

You nod biting your lips.

Both of your smirks were wider than ever.

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That was all, May simps! As always feedback is appreciated and I'm sorry if this is not good, I'm trying to do my best. Thank you for the support! I love you. <3