#i did see him for a sec in my dreams last night

[1980ssunflower]

love my husbands sm...

[hyuny-bunny]

｡⋆˚ hot springs ｡⋆˚｡⋆. HH (ft LK)

part II (under the stars one shot series)

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: after last night, hyunjin decides to surprise with a hot spring! some one on one time with your completely "platonic" not-at-all-horn-dog-friend would be a great way to relax

MNDI 18+: boob play, outdoor sex, unprotected p in v, kissing, groping, cream pie, fem!reader

part i

the morning haze was bad. at first, you thought it surely must've been a dream until you could still feel the remnants of the night before stick to your underwear as you began to shift in your spot. both minho and hyunjin must've already gotten up for the day seeing as you were the only one still in the bed. you reach for your phone on the night stand only to find that it's only 8am. where could they have gone so early? your question was answered when hyunjin walked into the tent with a bowl of fruit and hot tea in hand. while he wasn't a morning person seeing him up this early and much less the smiley, was an unexpected sight.

"morning, sleeping beauty."

"morning, wasn't that your nickname?"

"i think it's much more fitting for you." he hands the bowl of fruit and hot tea to you "here, it's all we have for breakfast right now. apparently we're missing an entire cooler of food so minho and chan left to grab more before we all start to eat each other for survival."

you laugh both at thought and possible reality of it. it's still quite cold out but nearly as bad as last night.

"sleep well?" the question has you choking on the tea, both from the sip and inhalation of air. hyunjin only laughs before hand you a napkin to pat yourself dry.

"i slept just fine, you two are like heaters anyways so staying warm through the night was no problem..." you trail off not wanting to make things awkward at the mention of last night.

"oh, is that all we are now? body's to keep you warm? glad you slept well considering you knocked out like a light after you came all over my hand."

"hyunjin!" you swat a pillow at him, covering your face to hide the rising blush in your face. he laughs at your reaction before pulling your hands into his.

"relax, it's friends helping friends right? i have a surprise for you so get changed." he looks at you with sweet eyes, as much as he loved teasing, he really did care for you deep down. it was just his flirty way to make you as flustered as he could, it did wonders for his ego when it was you. "bring something you can get wet in."

you move to swat at him again.

"I didn't mean it that way ! stop being so horny for a sec, i just meant a swimsuit if you brought one," he says once more while bringing his arms up in defense.

-

it would only be the two of you as the other four opted in to stay watching the camp site for when the chan & minho returned from the store. it was about a 30 minute or so hike along the mountain, add another 15 minutes as hyunjin deemed it necessary to bring his disposable camera, capturing every sight that he wanted to have forever including a few candids of you. the hike was worth the reward once you stopped upon the surprise, a hot spring.

the trees hung low covering the hidden hot spring. it was almost like a cavern carved on the side of the mountain, another steam of water flowing by. the orange and green leaves covered the ground where you stood, moss covering the walls against the rocks that walled in the hot spring. it was truly something straight out of a fantasy book.

"how did you even find this ?!" you asked as you both began settling your things down.

"i do my research. you think i'd agree to camping without finding something mildly relaxing to do?"

"touché." you pulled your clothes in to a neat pile, sweater stacked on top of sweats and thick fluffy socks to put on top. fortunately, you did bring a swimsuit. it was a basic one piece with a v cut and spaghetti straps. it made your boobs look great and complimented your figure. you turn around just in time to see hyunjin pulling his shirt over his head already in swim trucks, it was sickening how hot he looked pulling that shirt off. he smirks at you with a raised eye brow causing you to turn away cleaning your throat.

what was there to be so shy about? you had already jerked him off now and he had returned the favor when he finger banged you. stepping into the hot spring, the water felt amazing in comparison to the cold you had just been standing in seconds before. plunging in to water neck deep you groan out a sigh, never been more thankful to have hot water.

hyunjin stepped in watching all the little movements, the way you threw your head back with eyes closed giving him the perfect view of your chest coming out from the water just enough to see the way your tits we're firmly pressed against the wet suit now. infatuated with the sight, taking mental notes of the way your breast curved across the tops, your nipples ever so slightly poking through the material. the water droplets forming across your skins as his mind danced with the idea of licking it up. wanting to pull down your top enough to relive moments of last night, feeling your tits in his hands and being able to see them in all their glory this time around.

you look at him once more, enjoying being admired under his gaze. you float, drifting around the small body of water taking in the sounds & sights of nature. eventually settling against a ledge of rocks in the water as a makeshift seat, hyunjin settling beside you breathing in the sight of both the hot spring and you. his shoulders brushes against you pulling you out of your daze to find he's already looking down at you.

"want to talk about last night? i certainly do." your eyes almost bulge out when he brings it up.

"what do you want to talk about?..." you look forward fixating on the stream of water flowing ahead.

"did you enjoy it?"

your silent, wanting to very loudly scream out how much you enjoyed it all.

"i did... did you?"

it's his turn to be quite for a moment.

"i did... i wouldn't have minded if it turned into something a little more heated... would you?"

your head whips to meet his eyes, he's staring back into your eyes, eyes darting back and forth your eyes. he searches your face for any discomfort, a sign that would make him stop instead his eyes look down at your lips to find you ever so discreetly licking your bottom lip.

"i wouldn't have minded... i wouldn't mind even now."

his hair is wet, a strand falling forward dripping ever so slightly. his cheeks are tinged with the slightest pink which could either be from this conversation or the heat of this pool. it was the former. you think about leaning forward to kiss him, his lips plumps and pouty. you remember the way they felt against your own, wondering if you'd ever get another chance to feel them the same way you had done so the night before.

that question is answered shortly when hyunjin brings his hand to back of your head to pull you in for heated kiss. just as you remembered, his lips are plush and soft against yours, a complete contrast to way he kisses. your both sliding off the ledge seat, on arm wrapping firmly around your waist as you bring your legs to wrap around his waist. you slide your own hands to his shoulders, raking nails against the skin up into his causing him to groan against the kiss. his hands slide to you waist giving your waist a squeeze before their sliding down your back once more to your ass. he takes another squeeze as he bites down on your lip as you gasp at his sudden braveness. you pull his hair a bit as he finally pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are twinkling with lust when he begins kissing down your jawline to your neck. he grinds into you as he starts kissing and sucking a hickey into spot between your neck and collarbone. he pushes you two up against a wall of the hot spring, hands wandering their way to your chest to grab your tits in his hands. overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips sucking a hickey into your neck, you feel even hotter then before.

you're on cloud 9, hands tugging at his hair as he paws at your chest, feeling the his hard cock pressing snugly against where you need him most. he pushes the straps of your swim suit down and begins kissing down your chest to your tits, massaging one his hand as he firmly grasps the other pinching the nipple gently. he leaves another hickey at the top of your tit. after a few pinches, moans spilling from you, his lips and tongues attach to your nipple. throwing your head back moaning out his name as the nipple hardens in his mouth, he returns the treatment to the other breast. he loves feeling the way you squirm under his touch and the way your nails rake and pull at his hair. hyunjin swiftly pulls you out the hot spring, laying out his towel on the ground like a gentleman to take you right here on the floor of the woods next to this hot spring. he pulls you down to lay on the towel, any thought of someone walking up on you has been suppressed by the neediness that swarms your brain.

"let's find out how this pretty pussy feels wrapped around my cock, baby."

your pulling off the wet bathing suit and he stands to rid himself of the swim trucks. it's easy to see now in daylight how big he is. he sinks back down to his knees tossing your swim suits away, hands running up and down your body while he mutters sweet words of praise against your lips. he would worship at your feet if you gave him the chance. he rubs at your clit to prep you for him, sliding his fingers in between your folds. he kisses you as he slides his middle finger inside, thrusting them in and out. your already wet from his earlier foreplay to your breasts, he was just being thorough now wanting to slide in you with as much ease. he pulls back to watch the way you face contort as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot and digging the heel of his hand perfect against your clit. your hands gripping his shoulders and biceps as he starts to build your orgasm. he pulls out after a few moments, his goal was to make you cum on his cock this time. you watch as he gives himself a few strokes, playing with your lips to align himself against you.

"let me know if you want to stop, i need to hear you say you want this." he looks at you for reassurance as nudges the tip of his cock against you entrance.

"hyunjin, i want this. i need you, please." he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers as he slides in. you gasp at the feeling, the stretch of his tip already feeling snug against.

he holds your hand as he slowly slides himself all the way in to the hilt, you let out a shakey whine. he's so big, stretching you in a way you haven't felt before. it doesn't help that all you want is to feel him repeatedly slam into you until you can't walk. he kisses your forehead still inside you as you adjust to his size, he slowly pulls out halfway before thrusting back in.

"please, hyun." you cry out while looking up with pleading eyes.

it's all the encouragement he needs to pick up his pace. he brings a hand to your knee to lift it giving him a better angle to go in deeper. the sounds of running water masked your moans and the slapping of skin. he hovers his face above yours, lips just ghosting of yours, your nails leaving long scratches down his back. he's focused on the way your moans get higher in pitch when he lifts your leg, he lifts both legs into a matting pressing giving him the perfect angle to hear you yelp out his name. he's pulled back down to earth when he feels you grabbing his face to kiss him as he picks up speed once more. he's close to cumming but doesn't want to cut things too early with the way it all feels, the wet squelching noises, the way your walls clench and suck him in deeper every thrust.

most importantly, he wants the image of you fucked out on his cock engrained in his mind. he can't seem to focus of anything but the way you kiss him, tongues brushing against each other, the way you seem to suck all the oxygen out of him.

you're head spinning with being consumed by every part of hyunjin clouds your thoughts. the fact that you're out in the middle of the woods fucking next to a hot spring that anyone could walk up on at any moment, seems like a very distant concern. you reach between your body's to rub your clit only to be stopped by hyunjin pulling your hand above your head, his other reaches down. his thumb circling your clit, leaving you completely under his command.

"cum for me baby, cum all over this cock. i'm all yours, use me."

his soft touches to your clit in contrast to his thrust have your orgasm washing over you just moments later. your grip on his bicep, holding for dear life as you shake coming down from your high. he pulls out of you still hard, he flips you onto your stomach. you only have a moment before he's lifting your hips again, sliding his cock between your folds as your grip him tight. hyunjin drapes his entire body around, his finding its way in between your shoulder and neck. he's grunting right into your ear, panting with every thrust. the new position has another orgasm building up much stronger and quicker then the last. the combined weight of hyunjin on top of you like this and the way his body engulfs you has you clenching down on him once more. his thrusts becoming slower, he lets a whimper slip out with your name. you feel the hot spurts of cum shooting inside you, it's enough to push your own orgasm to the brink. you milk his cock for the last drops of cum, clenching as you feel it drip out of you with him still inside. he's out of breath, kissing your cheeks, jaw and shoulder blade as he slowly pulls out of you.

his jaw drops as he watches his cum drip down your pussy, wanting to push the remnants back inside you. instead, he chooses to land a smack to your ass that has you turning around in disbelief as he laughs at your reaction.

"can you stand?"

you scoff at the question, shifting to your knees to stand only to met with bambi legs. he quickly stands up to catch you, holding you against him as you both stand nude in the forrest. he walks you back into the hot spring.

"let's wait till your muscles relax again before we try to walk back."

"you're such a gentleman. taking me to the forrest to fuck me until i can't walk so we have no choice but to bathe together in a hot spring. and they say romance is dead."

he rolls his eyes holding you by the waist, your chest pressed against.

"watch your mouth before i decide round 2 is in the hot spring and you still won't be able to walk."

-

after another hour in the hot spring that led to hyunjin playing with your clit for a third orgasm, he triumphantly got you born dressed for a brisk walk back to the campsite.

as you both came into sight of the tents. you saw the van back in its spot meaning chan and minho were back already. as you approached, everyone seemed to be huddled around the bonfire pit again drinking. chan was the first to ask where you two had been.

"a hot spring-"

"YA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?!" changbin yells standing up from his seat.

"i wasn't about to take you ALL. it was too small for everyone." hyunjin says as seungmin and jeongin are about to start arguing about wanting to have gone.

"so it was just big enough for two? hm? or did you just want y/n all to yourself?" han teases laughing. they all seem to laugh except hyun, you, and minho. the blush rising once again doesn't help.

hyunjin is about to throw the wet towel until your pulling it back down afraid of exposing han to any of the bodily fluids that haven't seeped into the towel yet.

minho can see the dark hickey forming on your neck. it's not one you had earlier from the night before. you sit down by felix to warm up with the fire as hyunjin heads to the off to change clothes. minho follows suit to the tent, his suspicions are confirmed once he sees the long nail marks adorning hyunjin's back when he pulls his shirt off.

hyunjin is pulling a new shirt on along with a hoodie, he turns to see minho glaring. he only offers him a smug smirk and a pat on the shoulder leaning to whisper in his ear.

"she enjoyed last night a lot more then you think. i don't think she'd mind if you offered her another taste."

-----

a/n: part 3 on sunday/monday !

minho will get his chance... part 4? with a hyunho threesome?

tags:

@tsunderelino @elizalabs3 @meilix @stelle-aka-simp @lunearta @jisuperboard @glitter-z @heeyboooo @yaorzu-blog @captainchrisstan @hyunjinhoexxx @guiltycoco @skzhyunnie @listeningtomusiclol

[xo-hugs-n-kisses-ox]

Rumination

Ruminate

(v.) to think about something deeply

After Edward left her, Bella Swan fell apart. Desperate to try and save his eldest daughter, Charlie brings his youngest daughter to Forks to see if she can bring her sister out of her depression.

Now, y/n must try to help her sister find her way back to the light while also trying to navigate her Junior year of high school in the odd town of Forks.

Chapter Three: Revelation

Now playing: Trouble by Cage the Elephant

Warnings: cursing, mentions of murder (James, Laurent, reader’s dreams), mentions of vomiting, mentions of death (Laurent, reader’s dreams)

I convinced Charlie to let me stay home from school today. I had things to do, and school would only keep me from them. Besides, we weren’t doing anything important.

Picking up my phone, I dialed Quil’s number and waited.

“Hello?” His voice crackled into life on the other end of the phone, and I felt relieved.

“Hey, Quil, it’s y/n. Sorry to call you so early, I didn’t know when your school started.” I told him, wondering if I woke him up or not. “Is there a way you could get out of school today? I’ll come pick you up, but I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

“Uh, yeah, I think I can get out of school? Just-uh, gimme a sec.” He said, and I heard him set the phone down. His voice, distorted by the distance from the receiver, sounded as he spoke to who I assumed was his mother.

He came back after a moment, picking up the phone again and telling me, “Told Mom that I threw up. Come get me at ten, she leaves for work at nine thirty.”

Relieved, I smile.

“Thank you, Quil. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you, y/n.”

With that, I hung up the phone and went back to sleep.

---

“I made some lunch and stuff for us, I was thinking we would go to La Push to talk.” I said as Quil opened the door to my truck.

“Sounds good. Do you want to talk there only or..?” He looked at me, waiting for my response. I sighed.

“I’d rather talk there, but I’ll tell you what this all is about.” I said, pulling out of his driveway and trying to order my thoughts.

Deciding on how to say everything, I started to speak.

“Bella said that Embry had distanced himself from you and Jacob at the end of January. I told Jake that I had seen him hanging out with Sam and his group. Now, Jake’s flaking on Bella and I, and Bella thinks he’s doing what Embry did. I just wanted to fact check with you and see if you knew anything.”

Quil was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Yeah, okay. Let’s wait to talk until we’re at the beach.

---

La Push was beautiful as always, the chilly air offset by the warm sun. I set down the large blanket I had brought and put the cooler down on top.

Quil and I sat in silence for a moment as he slowly ate one of the sandwiches I had brought. I sipped on some water as I tried to decide what to say.

Swallowing the last of his sandwich, Quil looked at me and started talking.

“At the end of January, Embry started ditching us for Sam and his gang. Before that, he was pissy and irritated at everything. I thought he was stressed with school stuff, ’cus that’s how he gets when he’s stressed, but it was more than that. He started running fever and went through some rushed second puberty. Jake thought Sam had him on steroids or something.”

I nodded, “When I saw him at Roy’s, he was taller than Jacob was all of a sudden, his voice was deeper, and he’d gotten bulked up all of a sudden. I caught his arm and it felt like he was on fire.”

Quil nodded, sighing.

“Yeah. Now Jake’s doing the same shit. He’s ditching me and Bella, Billy says he’s never home at night, and he’s gone through that fuck-ass second puberty shit. He’s like 6’3 now and sounds like a grown ass man! His voice is deeper than his dad’s is!” As he spoke, Quil was messing with the hem of his shirt. He twisted it around his fingers and stretched it between them, picking at loose threads and scrunching the fabric.

“He’s never home at night?” I asked, my mind putting things in place.

“Yeah, Billy says he’s never home at night and when he is, he’s sick as a dog.” Quil looked up at me, his brows drawing together, “Y/n, why’s that important?”

“At Roy’s, I only ever see Sam and his group there in the early hours of the day, and they always look exhausted. All of them look like they haven’t been to sleep, and Sam has mentioned that they work at night.”

Perhaps they are in a gang, or a cult, and the reason no one can pin anything on them is because they work at night.

Quil was silent for a long moment before he looked back up at me, his eyes glassy with shed tears.

“Oh, Quil,” I said, reaching out to pull him towards me in a hug. He held me tightly, his face pressed into my shoulder and his hands gripping at my jacket.

“Whatever’s happening, I—” he cut himself off with a shuddering breath, and my chest ached for him. With the arm around his shoulders, I squeezed him tightly, and with my other, I ran my hand up and down his back how I did for Bella.

“I don’t want to be next, y/n.” He said, his voice heavy.

It killed me to see him so distraught when he has only ever been playful and cheery. Now more than ever, I was determined to figure out what was happening. For Bella’s sake and for Quil’s. I didn’t want them to get hurt.

---

“Bella!” I call as I get back to the house. When no one answers, I run up the stairs and knock on her door. I hear a groan from the bathroom and turn, my brows drawing together.

“Bells? You know in there?” I ask, reaching for the handle. When I open the door, my sister is slumped in the bathtub with the trashcan beside her. She looked horrible, her face flushed and eyes bloodshot, and she was sweating despite wearing only a thin tank top and shorts in the porcelain bathtub.

I crouched beside her, pressing my hand to her cheeks and sighing.

“I’m going to get you some water and some crackers, okay? I’ll call Charlie and tell him to get some meds from the pharmacy.”

Bella only nods weakly, and I hurry downstairs so get her ice, water, and some Tums. I call Charlie as I go back up, telling him about Bella’s current condition. He agrees to come home early and get some medicine for her.

“Take the Tums first, okay? I’m gonna put the ice on your face.” Bella nods at my instructions, flinching as I put the ice pack on her forehead.

Charlie comes home after I get Bella back into her room, and I tell him about her condition.

He sighs, “Probably got it from that Newton kid when they went out to the movies together, Billy said that Jacob’s been feeling bad lately, too.”

Deciding that it wouldn’t be suspicious if I pried, I ask, “Really? What’re his symptoms?”

Charlie shrugs, “Fever, mostly. Billy said no vomiting, but his temperature’s higher than it’s ever been and it won’t break. Told him to take him in to the doctor, but Billy said it’ll pass soon enough.”

I him sympathetically, “Quil said something like that’s been going around the community. Said that it started with Sam and his group, and is spreading outward.”

I wait for Charlie to react in any way, to see if he knows anything. He doesn’t. Instead, he just sighs and walks up the stairs to check on Bella. I sigh, reaching out for the land line and dialing Jacob’s home number.

The phone rings for a good minute before Billy picks up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Billy, it’s y/n,” I say, “I heard Jake wasn’t feeling good, is he okay? Bella just got real sick today, so i wanted to check in.”

Billy hesitates a moment before replying, and I know that he knows something’s up.

“Hey, kid. Yeah, Jacob got sick a few days ago. Says he probably got it from Bella’s friend at the theatre.” Billy’s voice sounds normal enough, but he hesitates a second too long between some of his words and I know he’s lying. Jacob does the same thing.

“Probably, the flu’s been going around our school,” I say, trying to sound sympathetic. “Hey, I’ll bring him some soup tonight. Might make him feel better, right?”

“No,” Billy says hurriedly, “You don’t gotta do all that, he’s been having trouble keeping stuff down anyway and—”

“It’s no big deal,” I tell him, “I’ll drink some food over for you both so you don’t have to worry about making anything or ordering it in.”

“Y/n.” Billy says, his voice stern. I blink, knowing that I’m too close to whatever they’re hiding for comfort.

“Stay at your home. Jacob needs as few people around him right now as possible, and I’d hate for you to get hurt or— or sick.” He tries to cover his slip up, but I catch it. Anger rises in my chest for a moment, fire flickering up my throat and I speak before I can stop myself.

“So he’s too sick to see the people who care about him, but not too sick to go out every night with Sam Uley and his gang?” I demand, my anger as sharp as it is misdirected. I sigh, adding, “Whatever, Billy. I’ll talk to you later. Hope Jake feels better.”

Before he can respond, I hand up the phone and set it down. I go upstairs and shower, getting ready for my shift at Roy’s.

---

Bella felt better after a few days. I figured whatever she had, she vomited it up or sweat it out.

Now, the two of us were out hiking. She had suggested it, since neither Embry nor Jacob would return our calls and Quil was under house arrest by his mom after she found out he faked being sick to skip school with me.

“I forget how much I love the woods, I think. Being away in the desert for so long made me forget how beautiful Forks is.” I tell my sister as we start to go through a clearing.

She hums in response, and I debate wether or not to set up camp to have a picnic here. Bella ends up agreeing to take a break to eat, and as I start to set up, she freezes and calls out to someone.

“Laurent!” Her voice is full of surprise, but there’s also a bit of happiness in it, too.

I turn around and see a man standing at the end of the clearing, staring at us. He smiles, stepping forward to come closer.

He steps into the light, and his dark skin gleams in the sunshine. My breath catches as he gets close enough that I can really see him, and I find that he has crimson eyes and ashen skin.

“Ah, your sister, I presume?” The man, Laurent, asks, and Bella nods. He speaks oddly, his accent almost Cajun but the way he pronounces things is off putting.

“I did not think that I would see you here anymore, Bella.” My sister laughs, but the gleam in Laurent’s eyes made goosebumps raise across my skin.

“I live here, so shouldn’t it be the other way around?” Bella asks, teasing, “I thought you were in Alaska now!”

“I suppose,” Laurent relents, and I take a moment to take in his clothes.

He wears large, heavy boots and black slacks. His shirt is while and ruffled at the collar, but unbuttoned enough that I his glittering chest was exposed. He must be wearing a shit ton of body shimmer, I supposed, but that doesn’t account for his eyes. No contacts are that good, right?

“I just assumed that, with the Cullens gone, you would also be away.” Laurent says to Bella, his voice innocent, but prying, “You were a sort of pet of theirs, no?”

My eye twitches at the insinuation that Edward owned my sister, and I opened my mouth to respond but was silenced by Laurent continuing.

“The Cullens,” Laurent continued, his unnerving eyes flicking to me, “Do they visit often?”

Bella froze, but recovered quickly.

“Yeah, all the time. They were here a few days ago, actually.” She said, and I could hear the awful tone of alarm in her voice.

“Were they, now?” Laurent asked, and Bella was quick to change the subject.

“How are you liking Alaska? Carlisle mentioned that you got close to, uh, Tanya?” Bella reached out, holding my hand.

“I like Tanya, I like her sister more,” He replied smoothly, “Though their rules are rigid. Sometimes I slip up.”

Bella hesitated, “Ah, we all make mistakes, right?”

She paused when Laurent just smiled, and then quickly asked, “Did Victoria ever find you..?”

“She did,” he mused, “I came here as a favor to her, actually.”

His eyes swept back to me, and I held his gaze. He was as beautiful as he was unnerving, I couldn’t look away from him.

“She wanted me to see if your Edward was still here, acting as a guard dog.” He said, his voice velvety and soft, “She wants to make sure that all the pain he caused her is repaid.”

Bella swallows, “W-What do you mean?”

Her voice trembles as she speaks, and I carefully reach my hand into my pocket and hold tightly to the small canister of pepper spray that Charlie had given to me.

Laurent smiled, taking a step forward.

“Victoria is very upset with you, Isabella Swan,” he all but purrs, “Your Edward killed her James, she wants to torture Edward the way that she has been tortured.”

“However,” He continues, slowly stalking forward as Bella drags me back, “I figured that I would do Edward a solid. Kill you myself, so that you die painlessly, quickly.”

“What the fuck,” I breathe, “What the fuck, what the fuck, Bella, what the fuck is going on.”

Laurent blinks slowly at me, surprise coloring is ashen face, “She does not know?”

“Know what?” I demand, “That Edward’s some murderer and killed some girl’s boyfriend, and now she wants to kill my sister to get back at him?”

Laurent moved faster than any human possibly could, but he freezes when something snarls at him as he gets within three feet of us.

“I don’t believe it,” he breathes, and I whip around to see a massive black shape moving in the forest.

My initial thought is that it’s a bear. The massive creature is taller on all fours than I am standing up, and its footsteps feel like they shake the earth.

The animal stalks slowly into the light, and I see that it’s not a bear, but a wolf. The monstrous beast isn’t alone, however, and two more wolves appear on each side.

Bella has gone rigid, and I find that I’m holding my breath. Laurent moves with lightning speed, grabbing me and throwing me off to the side before sprinting away. I land on my back, the wind knocked out of me.

One massive wolf, its coat a dark shade of silver, stalks out towards me. My heart beats wildly, and I freeze.

If this is how I die, at least it will be quick, I think, holding my breath as the hulking creature comes to slowly stand over me, bending down to sniff at my body.

It rears its head, and part of me waits for death.

The other part, however, feels calm. For a moment, I believe that I know this creature, that perhaps I have seen it before.

And then it leaves, stepping back and turning to race off the way Laurent and the other wolves have gone, and then Bella is sprinting over to me and grabbing me.

We race back to the truck and speed home, bursting into the house where Charlie and Harry Clearwater sit at the table.

“Dad, they aren’t bears!” Bella yells breathlessly, “They aren’t bears in the woods, they’re wolves!”

“Massive wolves, Dad, the size of a bear!” I say, “They’re like, ’roided out wolves!”

“Wait, wait,” Charlie says, standing, “What?”

We explain what we saw, what happened. We get chewed out for being in the forest, but we are promised that he would have the department look into the cracked out, steroid infused, wolf-bear-thing issue.

When Charlie goes to bed, I demand that Bella tell me what the fuck Laurent was, and what he was talking about.

She hesitates, then asks me, “Do you believe in Vampires?”

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I stare at my sister, a mix of anger, disbelief, and confusion swirling in my chest.

“You mean to tell me that the Cullens are fucking vampires?” I ask slowly, torn between laughing and yelling.

I can see how my sister believes her words, and I know her well enough to know that she would not be so sure of a lie.

“Yes,” she confirms, “And so was Laurent. His eyes were red, so he fed on humans recently. His skin shined like diamonds, and when he threw you, his skin was ice cold and hard as stone, right?”

Slowly, I nodded.

She nodded.

“This is all bullshit,” I told her, still staring, “But… but I believe you.”

“It’s fine if you don’t, y/n. I would understand.”

I shook my head, “It’s either I believe what you’ve just said, or there’s no explanation on why Edward and his family of freaks are so damn weird.”

She huffed a laugh, and I sighed.

“I’m going to shower and go to bed. I need to sleep on everything you’ve just told me.”

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In an attempt to regain some sense of normalcy, I threw myself into my school work and my job at Roy’s.

My insomnia came back.

Every time I slept, I dreamt of that silver wolf, and of Laurent.

Sometimes, the wolf killed Laurent in front of me. Sometimes, it would chase me down and drag me to La Push. It never hurt me, though.

Sometimes, in my dreams, the wolf would just sit and watch me from the woods right outside the house. Sometimes, in my dreams, I would sit with it and draw.

Any dreams with Laurent were bloody, brutal, and woke me up with a pain in my chest.

Sometimes, Laurent would kill me. Sometimes, he would kill Bella. Sometimes, he would kill the wolf. Always, though, his eyes were red and haunting.

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I heard from Charlie that Bella had stormed over to his house and demanded answers from Jacob. What she got, however, were cryptic non-answers.

“I’m enlisting your help.” She announced, bursting into my room as I got ready for my shift at Roy’s.

I sighed, “About?”

“You always loved Billy’s stories, do you still remember them?”

“Yeah, vaguely,” I answered, “It’s been a while since I’ve heard them.”

“Good enough for me,” she decided, “I’m coming with you to Roy’s. I’ll work on figuring out the shit Jacob told me and I’ll see if you know anything once I get it all in order.”

I shrug, “’Kay.”

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I had gotten Bella seated at a booth in the back, the one previously occupied by Sam and his posse. After Embry had joined them, they had stopped coming.

“You need my help yet?” I asked Bella, setting a refill of coffee down beside her.

“Jacob said that he had already told me what he was, but that I just need to remember.” She said, “The only story I remember being told was about ‘Cold Ones’, and a treaty being made to keep them off Quilute land.”

I thought for a moment, knowing that this story in particular was familiar.

“I’ll come back when I remember what I’m trying to think of.” I tell her, walking off to attend to my other guests.

It’s not until the end of my shift that I remember.

My eyes grow wide and I hastily pull Bella home, rushing to the computer and typing something in, pulling up an article.

“They’re descendants of wolves, remember?” I announce, pointing to the article I had saved so many years ago.

My sister just stared, her eyes wide.

“They were the ones who saved us from Laurent, they were the ones who’ve been terrorizing the forest!” I say, triumphant in my memory, but fearful of my discovery.

“We have to—”

“First thing in the morning.” I promised, staring at my sister. She stares back, but nods.

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Neither of us slept well. Bella was up and down all night, and I just stared at my ceiling for the majority of the night.

When my alarm finally went off, I jumped out of bed and started to get ready. Bella was quick to follow, and we told Charlie where we were going, leaving before he could say anything.

The drive to the reservation was tense and quiet. Neither of us spoke; we already knew what we were doing and what we would say.

I parked the truck as Bella went to talk to Billy. He didn’t want to let us in at first, claiming that Jake needed his sleep, but I pushed past him and marched into Jacob’s room.

He was asleep, but the change was jarring.

For one, he had a tattoo. For another, he had gone through the same growth spurt that Embry had. His legs hung off his bed, his shoulders took up almost the entire thing, and his body was more muscular than before, as impossible as it seemed.

Bella and I looked at each other for a moment before I shook my head and walked out. As I passed him to go back to my truck, I stared at Billy. He watched me go, but I could see the lines of worry and guilt in his weathered face.

Bella came out shortly after me, and just sat on the porch for a while. Jacob came out to talk to her, and I watched from the truck, waiting. After a while, they both came over to me and got in.

“We’re going to go explain everything to the others,” Bella murmured, “About Victoria.”

“Laurent’s dead. It’s Victoria that’s been killing people in the woods, not us. We’ve been hunting her only.” I watched Jacob speak in the rear view mirror, and I sighed as I started up the truck again and started driving wherever they directed me.

[talaok]

Hey love . Can I request a pedro × reader ?? Pedro is having a bad dream and the reader calms him down?

By the way... loved the last thing you wrote. Looking forward for part 2❤❤❤

Love this idea sm, sorry I took so long

The dark veiled your room like an immutable quilt.

As you opened your eyes, a deep sigh left your mouth. 

You let your face roll onto the pillow, hopefully soaking all your frustration.

The fact that you were used to waking up during the night, didn't make it any less annoying.

The only thing that perhaps ever made it better was knowing Pedro was an even worst sleeper than you. Most nights you'd wake at around three and catch him already up, his head against the headboard and his eyes trained on you. He would smile knowingly and with a nod invite you closer to him.

You'd spend the rest of the night talking or just sitting in each other's presence as your head rested on his chest until one of you (most times you) would finally fall asleep.

So tonight, as usual, you turned to your left, but while you were awaiting to see that damningly sweet grin tugging at your boyfriend's lips as he stared at you, your eyes set on something much different.

He was on his side, his brows were creased like he was in pain, but his eyes were closed.

You noticed the sheer veil of sweat coating his forehead, and that's when you saw his body twitch.

He was having a nightmare.

Your heart started beating faster, panic and anxiety rising up your spine.

Slurred sounds that resembled the words no and please left his mouth as his body kept moving, like he was fighting the nightmare itself.

You didn't know what to do, but you couldn't leave him like that, so you settled for the only thing that came to mind, waking him up.

"Baby" you whispered tentatively at first, your voice rumbling off the walls and not getting his eyes to open in the slightest.

"baby wake up" you urged him, your voice higher as your hand found his shoulder, shaking him gently.

His lips kept parting to make way for incomprehensible protests.

"Baby" you murmured again, caressing his cheek, "Baby wake up, it's me," you said, "Babe wake up" you repeated once more, and finally, his eyes snapped open.

He inhaled sharply, like he'd been underwater, and quickly propped himself on his elbows as he felt his heart pounding from the fear.

"y/n?"

"it's me, baby, it's me" You felt like you could finally breathe "You had a nightmare, everything's fine"

"shit" he sighed, wiping his eyes, clearly still shaken up "Did I wake you?"

Of course that was gonna be his first thought

"You didn't baby, don't worry," you reassured him "Are you alright? "

"y-yea I'm just..." his gaze felt distant for a moment "I haven't had a nightmare in a while, or at least not like this"

"I'm sorry honey" you cooed, your hand going to stroke soothingly his chest "You wanna talk about it?"

"no, not really" he replied " think I just need a moment"

"Sure" you nodded "Can I do anything? You want some tea, cookies, blankets?"

He smiled for the first time since he'd woken up.

"thank you, sweetheart but I've got all I need right here," he said, taking your hand in his.

You bit your lip, fighting back a grin "That is the cheesiest thing I've ever heard Mr. Pascal"

He chuckled "Well I'm sorry ms y/l/n but it's the truth" he smiled, as you leaned down to kiss him.

"c' mere" he nodded, inviting you to snuggle closer to him, which is exactly what you did.

You both laid back on the bed, and you rested your head on his chest.

The rhythmic pounds of his heart echoed in your ear through his pec.

"Baby, your heart's still racing"

"I just need to calm down a sec," he said, his arm going around you to keep you as close as possible.

You set your leg on his, clinging to his body, and looked up at him "Can I do anything to help?"

He smiled weakly, meeting your eyes

"talk to me," he said, "tell me about your day"

"I already told you about my day"

"tell me again, I want to hear you talk" he explained, "I just need to hear your voice"

"Are you sure that's gonna help?" you asked, skeptic

"I'm sure" he promised, kissing the top of your head.

"alright," you agreed.

"thank you sweetheart" he smiled "I love you"

[ranaissingle]

Hi! I think you’re writing is so cool! How do you feel about writing something with Austin proposing to reader in like the cutest loving way?!

Are You Gonna Be My Girl ?

Masterlist Fandom: Austin Butler Rating: T Word Count: 906 Warnings: commitment issues, straight fluff otherwise tho. A/N: I love this idea! I'm sorry it's a bit late I finished writing this days ago and had it set to automatically post at 9 pm but Lisa Marie passed away earlier that day and it didn’t feel right to post this right after that so I decided to wait a couple days out of respect. I hope you enjoy it!

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You and Austin had been together for a little over 3 years and had started dating when he wrapped up the filming of Elvis. Your relationship progressed quite slowly due to the fact that his last relationship was a 7-year one and commitment on that level scared him away from serious dating for years after his breakup.

You weren't one to push either. Although you would have liked for him to ask you out sooner, you were content with the casual coffee meet-ups and late-night movie theatre soiree. So when he did eventually ask you out, he was certain to pull out all of the stops because he had felt horrible making you wait for so long while he got himself together.

It was safe to say that you were the best decision of his life, to say the least. Austin had never felt truly loved in a relationship before. He always felt like there was an underlying motive for his escapades. Be it because they were more successful than him or the other way around. None of those relationships felt like just that, a relationship. It was always more of an exchange rather than anything else. But with you, it was different. He didn't need to try with you. He could just be, and that was more than enough for you.

He had this date planned for weeks. You were going to spend the whole day together. He was going to wake up late in bed with you wrapped around him, serenade you with brunch while he pawed your fingers under the table, woo you with a peaceful day at the art museum filled with forehead kisses and side hugs, and then reel you in with a 5-course meal at the most delicious seafood restaurant that new york had to offer. He had the whole proposal planned out the seafood restaurant had a private dining room in the back. When you both finished dessert and were washing down the last of whatever cake you chose to share with wine, he was going to get on one knee and ask you to spend the rest of your lives together.

Of course, Austin had to make it to the dinner to be able to propose to you then. But seeing you walking around your shares apartment with messy hair, a mug of tea, and the house cat in your arms was doing wonders to make Austin's job difficult. There was absolutely no chance he was going to make it to dinner at this rate. He was completely and utterly doomed, and he wasn't even mad about it.

Screw it, you both could still enjoy the festivities he had planned originally even if he proposed right this second. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand to pull out the velvet-covered box with all of his hopes and dreams for the future tucked inside. He thought he did a pretty good job picking out the ring. You weren't a fan of the more classic engagement so he went for something different albeit just as beautiful.

He walked out of the bedroom and over to where you were cuddled on the couch with the cat.

" Hey, do you mind if I steal you from the cat for a sec? I have something I need to ask you?" His voice wavered as he spoke. The nervousness was kicking in and his hands began to shake.

"Of course baby" You smiled and lifted the cat from your lap and got up to follow him back into the bedroom. Austin closed the door behind you both as he put his back to the wall and took a deep breath.

" Are you alright Austin? You're looking a little red. Is everything okay darling?" Your worried tone as you stepped close to him only made him fall for you more.

"Baby I love you so much. I had a whole day planned out so that I could ask you in a way that was more fitting but I just couldn't wait anymore." He saw the confusion and worry creep its way onto your face as he spoke but he kept going all the same.

" I want to spend the rest of my life with you, love. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night. I want to keep bringing you a late in the morning so that I can see your face light up and order sushi for us when we don't wanna go out. I love you so much I don't know what to do with myself when you aren't around. So, I guess I'm saying all of this to ask you, will you-" His throat choked up before he could finish. He hadn't made eye contact with you the entire speech because he was terrified of seeing your face. Nonetheless, he swallowed thickly and finished.

" Will you marry me, love" He heard a sob leave your lips as you scaled the space in between you in record time to kiss him. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck as you cried happy tears into his neck. You pulled away to clasp his face in between your hands and look into his eyes.

"Yes, a thousand times yes Austin! I love you so mu-" His kiss cut you off. His lips were soft and plush against yours as he hugged you impossibly closer.

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Done! I hope you enjoyed it!

[robberskisses]

The boy next door pt 2

Part one

cw: matty healy x reader, mentions of drinking, smut.

note: idk how I wrote so much for just one tiny part, not proofread as I want to get these parts posted and I’m tired :,)

As your alarm clock rings, wind gushes your hair into your face, reaching to move it out of the way you start batting your eyelids, as you suddenly remember everything. You spin your head to face the other way. He isn’t there. Just the window wide open, making your room all cold and you start to feel frustrated. You knew your imagination could run wild, but this? He had to have been here last night. You know it was real, you felt it. You spring up feeling deaf with silence, taking a glance out of the window; Matty’s window was closed along with his curtains too. In this state you had no other choice but to get ready, and you did quickly.

Creeping downstairs once again, you grab to trail your bike out when you decide to quickly take a peek if Matty has left yet, you know the part where he brought you home wasn’t a dream, and he did say he felt bad about you riding to school. Surely if he had slept in your bed he would remember the offer on at least one day. Peeking through the shutters of the window you feel a sense of relief. Leaning onto his van, smoking a fag, he stood right infront of your house.

“Hey” you say stepping out of your door, in your best efforts to sound chill about what could or could not have happened. He looks up abruptly from his cig he was attempting to relight, “y/n im so sorry” he motions his hands out towards you, “leaving your window open, I had no way to close it when I climbed back through this morning, I”. So it was real. The boy next door had stayed over, told you that you were beautiful, and the worst part is you were the one to kiss him. But maybe the best part was how calm he was about it all, how he only cared about leaving the window open.

“That’s okay,I didn’t even notice”, you lie, “the temperature isn’t all too bad out here in spring” you add as you walk to the van door. He lets out a sigh of relief whilst trying to take an extra step forward to open the door for you, “I was scared about you getting cold or sick that’s all”. You hide the way your blushing by looking out of the window when he gets in. “Your words got to me” you look his way, “I’d really like to come tonight, if that’s okay with you”. “That’s cool” he responds with a smile. Something in your heart hurts a little when this was such a big thing to you, part of you hoped you weren’t just another one of his side hookups, and the moment you got to school he would just go quiet on you.

Feeling nervous as the pair of you arrive at school, you peer over at him wondering if he wants you to get out first and clear off before he gets out. “What?” He glares back at you. “Have I got something on my face” he says whilst going up to grab the font mirror, smushing his lips around to check his teeth. “No sorry, no I was just wondering if we were getting out” you interrupt his face scan. Looking your way with a sense of relief he rolls his eyes sarcastically, “ahhh are you getting used to me opening so many doors for you, wait a minute i’l be around in a sec princess”, he laughs, you do too, feeling the usual flush you do around him. Hurrying around and opening the door for you, hopping out you look around for the girls you made friends with yesterday. “Leaving me so soon?” Matty says whilst getting a pack out of his bag. “Well I can’t exactly waltz into the boys school can I?” You respond. “You wouldn’t pretend to be a boy just to spend more time with me, hmm maybe we aren’t as good of neighbours as I thought we were” he says sarcastically, patting the top of your hair lightly, “See ya later”. “Bye matty” you reply. Should I tell them everything or should I keep quiet, you think to yourself, whilst you want to tell your new friends every last detail and reminisce out loud on what had just happened last night, you are also aware of two things. Firstly, they all are obsessed with him, and you don’t want to loose your first group of friends through jealousy or coming across as a slut. You are aware of how dramatic you sound, and second, yesterday you spent the entire day rattling off how much you hated him, you are going to sound crazy.

You spot the girls sitting on the steps that enter the girls school as they sip on their morning milk. “Umm did we just see you get out of you know who’s car” Lacey says questioning you, the group of them all peer your way like knives. “I did, it was so weird he just randomly offered a lift, we basically sat in silence like the whole time though” you respond. Meagan tilts her head in confusing “Him offering a lift.. unheard of, he must be in the best mood of his life”. You laugh nervously, “he did mention he has a gig tonight though, somewhere called volume bar?” You add trying to build your story. The girls begin to bustle excitedly, “y/n you better be joining us” Lacey says, “He probably picked you up to promote it” Liliya says giggling, “We usually hear about these things weeks in advance, must be last minute”. “Haha probably” you lie, “Il definitely be there though”.

Spending the next two hours planning your outfits, you learn how obsessed the teenage girl is with the teenage boy. Being isolated in your small town from them really held you back from an entire life of addiction. They assessed boys like assignments, knowing what they liked and what they didn’t, the patterns in their behaviour, how to impress them and get their attention. The one thing that confused you though, was how little they really knew about Matty. They grew up alongside him, yet viewed him as the cold hearted, rouge boy you thought of him to be, knowing him for a day. Strange, strange, strange you thought to yourself.

As the day grew closer to an end and the girls whispered to other classmates about the gig and helped you with what you should wear, Liliya suggesting you would apparently suit curled hair more than anything, the moment the boys came into mass, silence finally calms your ears. Finding his seat you see Matty, he ever so slightly smiles your way. “Did you see that y/n, did you actually just see that” Meagan says in a panicked tone. The girls all glance your way around you. “Yea I saw he just smiled at you” You lie. She starts going on how she knows he’s always had a thing for her. Being scared Matty was using you, and embarrassed of being around you, you have no idea why you are the one hiding whatever the pair of you have going on.

“Y/n you should totally ask Matty some questions about Meagan on the ride home. “Oh my god please you’d be the bestest friend ever if you did” she exclaims, hugging you. “Don’t make it too obvious though”. You nod wandering over to Matty’s van once again. For some reason, all of the girls talk about Matty today makes you more excited than you ever have been to see him, to spend time with him.

“Hey” you say as you arrive to them loading the vehicle up with instruments. “I don’t think there’s enough space in here for another person, your gonna have to rely on a ride home from George I’m afraid” Matty tells you trying to roll a drum in. You glance at his friend George, half smiling. “Hi” he says more out of it than you’ve ever seen a person. “If it’s too much trouble I can just walk, it’s okay” you say trying to avoid an awkward fifteen minutes. He turns around proudly after successfully getting the final piece of kit in, “don’t worry he’s going the same way”. “Don’t worry il still be able to get you tonight, and open the door for you” he winks. You giggle at home whilst trying to stay cool in-front of the band you’d heard so much about, “Just please don’t make it too obvious your there to pick me up” you whisper to Matty before stepping over to George’s car. Getting in at least it isn’t just you in the car, two other boys sit in the back flicking through sheets of paper, discussing which songs they should play tonight. Music you’d never heard on is quietly coming from the radio, that seemed broken as every few beats would have a scratching noise.“So friends with Matty then” George asks while tapping the ash from the bottom of his fag out of the window. “Uhh yeah.. he’s my neighbour didn’t he mention” you reply to him. “That boys got a million things going on” George says. You don’t reply at the puzzle his answer gives you. You pray it doesn’t really mean that boy brings home a new girl every weekend, so many even his best friend can’t keep up.

Arriving at home, you rehearse the lie you’d been coming up with the whole way home one final time in your head. Your new friend Liliya has invited you over for a meal and board games with her family, as their grandparents and cousins are coming over. You could get a lift both there and back and you’d be home around 11pm. Seems innocent enough and equally as important. “No!” Your parents say in unison. “What, what do you mean no?” You say frantically, beginning to get stressed. “Now that’s just silly waltzing in on a family’s special night” your mother says, “come on you can’t say that she says her friends always come around for those meals, you don’t want me to be left out do you” you add to her stupidity. “That’s the thing, we don’t know any of them, go next time when we get a chance to meet all of these people” your father tells you demandingly. “Come o-“ you get interrupted, “now I don’t know where you’ve learned that tone from but if you think that’s getting you anywhere you aren’t so bright” your mother says sternly, almost shewing you away.

Slamming the door of your room you don’t feel as life is fair, how is it that you’ve spent the first seventeen years of your life trapped from what real girlhood is like, and boys, and music, and a chance at living for something more than religion and family. You stress at how much this means to you. An idea spawns, scanning the room for something heavy, but not glass breaking heavy you pick up a little white ping pong ball. Quickly getting ready and curling your hair, just like you had been advised to. You slip into your black mini shirt and a denim skirt you had loaned from your cousin last year when you went on vacation with them. Putting on slightly more makeup than usual you swing the window open, throwing the little ball at Matty’s, praying that he was in there. To your delight his window opens, “I was just about to go outside to wait for you” he spectates. “Matty quiet down, please” you say, he tilts his head in slight confusion. “I made up a silly little lie and they wouldn’t even let me go out for that” you tell him. “Oh.. right we” you cut him off, still whispering, “The ladders, let me sneak through please”. His face brightens like you had just invented the cure for everything. Placing the silver ladders between your rooms he grabs on tightly, “careful, please”, you begin to climb up. “Tell me your going to be careful y/n”, you look up abruptly, he’d never used that tone with you, “okay, il be careful Matty”. Carefully crawling between rooms, Matty grabs onto your waist when you are closest to him, carrying you into his room. You both do that thing again, the not so awkward stare. You notice in all of that brown, there’s a little golden yellowy colour in his eyes, so hidden you’d have to go so close to see it. “Almost give me a heart attack there” he softly laughs. “Oh so it’s okay for you to do that but not me”, you speak in the same quiet tone, burrowing one of your brows. Looking down at you still he’s quiet too, “you know that’s not what I meant”. “MATTY!” George screams. “Hurry up NOW”. “Ups I forgot I had people waiting”, Matty awkwardly pulls a face. Hurrying downstairs you pinch the bottom of your skirt making sure it stays in place. “What I thought you were his neighbour not his roommate” George says in a misty tone. Matty pushes his cap into his face, blinding him as he collapses into a wall. “Im not waiting any longer” the mousy hair one adds, going through the front door. “That’s Adam, and behind me’s Ross” Matty tells you, “I doubt they had the courtesy or social awareness to introduce themselves” Matty says shaking his head at Ross. “Hi, Hello” you say to each of them spinning your head around to the back seats. The pair of them shooting tiny waves. “How’s it fair the three of us are squeezed back here” Ross says looking at Matty. “It’s called kindness and decency Ross” he responds, “and since when did you ever posses either of those traits” Ross says while they all laugh.

Arriving at the bar, you see your friends waiting outside, you wave at them slowly pausing as you see their faces drop. You walk over with the boys trailing behind. The girls all greet them, telling Matty how excited they are to see them play. Matty tells them that they need to go get things ready, and they go inside. “Vip entrance much” Lacey says. “Right, like where was my invite to pull up with the band” Megan adds. “Live next door to one of them, I guess” you try to sound unsuspicious. As the girls get drinks, you spot the boys coming out. Meagan grabs your hand and pushes through the small crowd opposite the barfront. The four of you find yourselves up front, despite the angry murmur from the girls around you. Standing tall above you Matty’s palm wraps around the mic, despite all your self talk about how much you knew him you didn’t even think about which role he had in the band. The singer. You felt selfish and mean for not taking more interest. “Hi, I’m Matty, this is the band, we’re called drive like I do, and you better like our stuff”. Adam starts playing a low chord, and slowly everyone joins in. A few girls around you sing a few of the lyrics, the song was good but part of you was shocked they were as big to have people know their songs yet. “Slow down, yeah I want you” Matty sings softly into the mic, looking down at you with that same Matty smile on his face. “Yeah she’s doing it all the time” Matty finishes the song with George joining in loudly, everyone cheers for them. “That ones called You… or something” Matty backs up ready to play the next song.

Dancing with your friends, and admiring Matty’s music felt blissful. Drinking for the first time and being gifted a little silver cross necklace by your friend Liliya, because it would “suit you soooo well”, is what being a teenage girl is. Feeling happier than ever you and the girls cheer and clap in unison as the band wraps up, exiting the stage. After a little while the boys join you around the bar, “You drink?” Matty asks you, “Apparently now I do” you respond, “Il get you something if you like”, Matty says after asking for a vodka coke. You spot Meagan side eyeing Lacey. “That’s okay” you respond. Looking down at George’s watch as his arm is spewed across the bar counter, you spot the time. You start to get nervous as it’s getting late, and in the chances that your parents did catch you, you could at least be home for curfew. Watching Matty finish his drink you whisper in his ear, “Do you know when we are leaving, I’m getting a little nervous and I”, “Well I’m gonna call it a night” Matty announces to the group. “So soon?” Both George and Meagan say, as George turns around and pulls a face at her, as if he said it first. “Sorry lads, promised the family I’d be home early” Matty responds, George clearly not buying it speaks “and since when do you follow”, being cut off by Matty shushing his lips. You wave goodbye to your friends and Liliya gives you a hug. Matty makes you wait at the door for a second, “just need to get the van from around back, don’t go anywhere, I mean it don’t leave”. The sweet unseen side of Matty was everything to you, but the protective, sort of controlling part to him, something you’d never felt by anyone close to you, was the cherry on top. Tonight, something felt different.

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Gravity Falls Thoughts: Ford and Trauma™ Part 2 (Forced Insomnia)

Annnnnd here we are with Part 2 of Ford and Trauma™!

Last time, we tackled the likelihood of Ford living off of pills and coffee over the last 30 years. So, what’s the logical next part?

Perhaps one of the most popular Ford ships out there!

Ford x Sleeeeep!!!!

Or…his problems with it. Let’s go with that.

If Gravity Falls went a bit longer (like if it had 3 seasons), this could have been a running gag of sorts for Ford, his lack of sleep or at least the repercussions of said lack of sleep, such as him dozing off in weird places.

And you can blame a certain dream demon for that.

Not long after Ford learns of Bill’s true colors, Ford did anything he could to prevent Bill from having any control of the situation…that includes depriving himself of sleep due to his deal with Bill.

…Yeah…um…there is a glaring issue on that plan, I must say. And that is the fact that depriving yourself of sleep…will not be beneficial in the long run.

According to Healthline, there are 5 Sleep Deprivation Stages, each stage is determined by the many hours of no sleep.

Stage 01 is after 24 hours of no sleep. A personal fact here, y’all: I’ve done this before twice in my life, staying up for about 24 hours…it was not fun both times.

While not necessarily a cause for major problems, there will be some issues, such as decreased alertness, drowsiness, fatigue, increased risks of mistakes…

Stage 02, after 36 hours (A day and a half), and you’ll start experiencing severe cognitive impairment. Not to mention an overwhelming desire for sleep and the likelihood of having microsleeps (short bouts of sleep that lasts for about 30 secs) is possible.

Come Stage 03 (after 48 hours) and hoooo…boy, things aren’t lookin’ good at all! This is where hallucinations can start setting in. Which, in Ford’s paranoid case, is a definite cause for concern. And there’s depersonalization, anxiety, heightened stress levels, increased irritability, and extreme fatigue. Microsleeps becomes more of a guarantee. And you won't realize it.

At Stage 04 (after 72 hours), along with more frequent and longer microsleeps, the hallucinations could get more complex.

Then finally, at Stage 05 (after 96 hours and more), you’ll start to experience a little thing called sleep deprivation psychosis, when your perception of reality is severely distorted due to lack of sleep.

So…not much of a shock to see this…

And we don’t even know how long Ford had been trying to keep himself awake. Even Journal 3 (I have the regular edition) doesn’t provide the answer for this except for the mad scrawlings of CAN’T SLEEP and the hellish amount of coffee he drank.

This can also explain his insistence on preserving his journals instead of just destroying them. He’s not thinking clearly due to lack of sleep.

It is possible to recover from this, though, it will take a while.

It can take days or weeks to recover from a bout of sleep deprivation. Just 1 hour of sleep loss requires 4 days to recover. The longer you’ve been awake, the longer it will take to get back on track.

And considering that Ford got sucked into the Portal before he could have a moment for well deserved rest…kind of a similar situation to his crap diet while on the run, how often was Ford able to get a full night's rest? I mean...look how he sleeps now, in day wear with his coat, glasses, and boots on, like he has to be prepared to book it...

It’s honestly a wonder that Ford came back to our dimension without sporting some eyebags that would give Shouta Aizawa (or even Toshinori Yagi) a run for his money.

…Question: So, Bill had free reign of entering Ford’s mind when he sleeps, right? Did Bill still do that during Ford’s travels up until he got that plate installed?

...So, what should I talk about next? The bullying Ford had to endure? Father of the Year, Filbrick Pines? Possible complex PTSD? Major Guilt? Wounds and potential complications? Bill -fucking- Cipher and the abuse?

[gunilslaugh]

Just So You Know

Kim Jungsu

Summary: Your confession to Jungsu left you broken hearted, but seeing you move on made Jungsu broken hearted. (non-idol au)

WC:~1.7k 

Warning: angst

Key: B/n - brother’s name

photo not mine credits to owner.

��I like you Jungsu.” It was a bitter-sweet confession. 

“Y/n-” Jungsu began. 

“I know you don’t like me back. I know that I’m just b/n’s little sister to you and that’s ok.” You offered a smile. “I just wanted to tell you,” you finished. Jungsu was at a loss for words. He can’t say that he is surprised by your feelings. He had a bit of an inkling that you might’ve been harboring feelings for him. Now he has gotten confirmation of that, but he’s not sure what to do with it. You’re right he doesn’t like you back. He cares about you, just not in the way you care about him. 

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” you asked fretfully. Your questions makes Jungsu realize that he has been silent this whole time. 

“No you didn’t,” he assured you. “It's, I’m sorry.” He officially rejects you. It hurts more than you thought it would. You knew going into it that he didn’t like you back, yet his rejection still hurts like a jab to your heart. Still you offer him another smile and even a laugh. 

“I said it’s ok, Jungsu.” Now you’re the one reassuring him. “I already knew. I just felt like confessing anyway. I wanted to get my feelings off my chest. I never expected anything from you, so you don’t have to be sorry,” you tell him. 

You had spent many years pining after Jungsu. All those years you knew that you never had a chance. That you would always be nothing more than b/n’s sister. Even with that knowledge you couldn’t stop your heart from wanting him. From daydreaming about what a relationship with him could be like. As time passed your feelings for him grew deeper and heavier. They eventually got so heavy that you couldn’t bear the weight of them anymore. You had to tell him, even if you already knew the outcome. Sure there was the hopeful part of you that fantasized about him telling you that you were mistaken and that he liked you too. That would have to stay as just another one of your daydreams about him. One of the last ones you're hoping. Another factor in you confessing to Jungsu was that you thought it was time for you to get over him. You spent enough years dreaming about a relationship that would never happen, so you thought it was time you got some closure and moved on.

“I’ll get going then. You can go back to hanging out with b/n.” You turned around to head back inside of your house. 

“Wait a sec,” Jungsu said. 

“Yeah?” you turned back to Jungsu. 

“Goodnight,” he tells you, giving you a small smile. The smile is another apology. You look up at the night sky shining above you both from your backyard patio. Then you shift your eyes back over to Jungsu. 

“Goodnight,” you say back to him. Giving him a matching smile, but your smile is consoling. 

However, you can’t keep wearing your smile. It disappears as soon as you’re back inside your house. Your tears fall as soon as you shut your bedroom door. It was time for you to cry over your unrequited love. To mourn for the years your heart spent yearning for him. It was time for you to cry for your cute little daydreams that filled your head. To have a moment for all the times you spent doing your homework in the kitchen just to be able to catch a glimpse of Jungsu when he came over. Let some tears fall for the way your heart would flutter when Jungsu hugged you. It was time for you to let it all go. Let all your feelings for Jungsu out, so that you could make peace with them and move on. 

At first it was hard. You couldn’t help but feel slightly awkward seeing Jungsu after you confessed to him. You tried your best to act normal, but it was clear that things were different now. They were different for a couple of reasons. One being that your heart hurts. It didn’t pick up upon seeing him. Instead it ached. Number two being that Jungsu was being gentler towards you, as if he was trying to make up for not returning your feelings. It was sweet of him, but it was a sweetness you didn’t need. The distance between the two of you also increased. You pulled away from him as much as you could without it being too noticeable. You weren’t conveniently in the kitchen anymore when Jungsu was over, you just stayed in your room.  You made other plans, so you wouldn’t linger around Jungsu. Your brother did notice these slight changes in your routine, but he didn’t really question it. He figured you were growing up. You found friends that you wanted to hang with more. 

Or maybe you found someone you wanted to hangout more with. Your brother was surprised when you brought over a new “guy friend”. 

“A boy?” He raised his brow at you when you walked through the door with your new friend. 

“Yes, this is my friend Hunter,” you introduced. 

“And how did you meet this friend?” he questioned. 

“He’s a friend of y/f/n. We met when I went over to y/f/n’s for a movie night last month,” you explained. Your brother nods and eyes you suspiciously. 

“Well, have fun then. Not too much though,” he points at you, which causes you to laugh. 

Jungsu was also surprised when he saw you laughing in the kitchen with Hunter. You stopped laughing when you saw Jungsu standing in the doorway, looking a bit awkward. 

“Oh, Hunter, this is my brother’s friend Jungsu.” Your brother’s friend. The words repeat themselves in Jungsu’s head. They don’t sit right with him. “Jungsu, this is Hunter,” you say. 

“Her soon-to-be boyfriend,” Hunter states flirtily, making you laugh. 

“Be quiet,” you chuckle, smacking Hunter in the shoulder. 

“You’re not saying no though,” Hunter points out. Jungsu feels a tug in his heart. His stomach suddenly doesn’t want the chips he originally came into the kitchen to grab.

“Well I’ll just grab a water and leave you two alone then,” Jungsu said. His hand feels clammy as he grabs the cool water from the fridge. His stomach felt queasy as he walked out of the kitchen and back to your brother’s room. Hunter clearly liked you and you didn’t look like you minded it. It looked like you had some feelings for him too. It made Jungsu disheartened. He can hear the way you laughed with Hunter ringing in his ears over and over. You used to laugh with him like that. He used to make you laugh like that. Could he ever make you laugh like that again? Jungsu finds that he doesn’t want that answer to be no. 

“Hunter likes you,” Jungsu stated. The two of you are back out on your back patio undering the glowing moon. It feels oddly reminiscent of the night you confessed to him.

“Yeah he does,” you smiled. “He took an interest in me on the day we first met and started to pursue me, but I wasn’t really looking for a relationship then,” you told. Jungus knows that he is the reason for that. It makes his heart weigh heavy. “He was respectful about it. Said he’d wait until I was ready, but he wouldn’t be going anywhere in the meantime.” Jungsu can see the genuine happiness on your face, yet it hurts him. He doesn’t like you being happy because of another guy. 

“Are you ready now?” Read as are you over him? Jungsu fears he might regret asking that question. 

“You know what? I think I am,” you nodded. “Hunter makes me really happy.” you placed a hand over your heart. He healed what Jungsu broke. Your heart may be healed, but Jungsu feels his break. He definitely regrets asking. He regrets realizing that he did care about you the way you cared, or used to care about him, only after you started to care for someone else. He was too late. 

“Then be with him.” Jungsu offers you a smile. It was the same smile you offered him when you told him it was ok that he didn’t like you back. Fake reassurance, that's what those smiles were, but you both played them off so well. 

“I will,” you tell him. Your words land a jab into Jungsu’s heart. He lost you. 

“I’ll head back inside now,” Jungsu announces. He turns to head back inside the house. 

“Wait a minute,” you said. 

“Yeah?” Jungsu turned back to you. 

“Goodnight,” you smiled at him. This smile wasn’t consoling though. It did still bring comfort to Jungsu though. Your smile always did. Because it warmed his heart to see you happy. 

I like you, the words sit on the tip of Jungsu’s tongue. However, he can’t say them. That wouldn’t be fair to you. He already made you go through the pain of unrequited love. He doesn’t want to hurt you again. His eyes gravitate to the stars above in the night sky then they fall back to you.

“Goodnight,” he gives you a matching smile. This one is also apologetic, but for a different reason. He feels sorry that he didn’t figure out his feelings for you sooner. His smile falls right when he enters back inside the house. His tears silently fall from his eyes when he closes the door to your brother’s room. Thankfully your brother is out cold. He lets his tears fall for his unrequited love. He feels the ache of his yearning heart. He creates a cute little daydream in his head. The same daydream you created of where he tells you that you were mistaken and he liked you too back when you confessed to him. He’ll live in that daydream for a while to distract himself. Then when the time comes he’ll move on from it. Just like the way you moved on from him.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

5 Years Later

“Remember when you confessed to me back then?” Jungsu asked you. 

“Of course I do? How could I forget my first heartbreak?” you laughed. 

“You were my first heartbreak too,” Jungsu informs.

“Huh?” You tilted your head confused. 

“I realized that I liked you too back then. Only after you moved on with Hunter.” He pointed to the shiny ring on your finger. 

“Jungsu,” you started. 

“I just wanted to tell you. I wanted to get it off my chest. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable either it’s…”

“Just so I know?” you asked. 

“Yeah, just so you know,” Jungsu says. It was a bitter-sweet confession.

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the russian boy//part eight

warnings: swearing, smoking

not proof read

lowercase intended

part eight: the southwest side story

i walk into my house suddenly aware of how exhausted i am. i head up stairs, check the laundry room and see boris's sweater is done washing and lazily throw it into the dryer. i walk to my room and plop on my bed, immediately closing my eyes and drifting into sleep. i never remember my dreams, sometimes i wake up with a fleeting feeling of a story, but that story will never be known when open my eyes. i awake when i hear the front door shut downstairs, i look over and check the time on my phone. i guess i was really fucking tired cause it's already 9:43pm. before i can hop out of bed to greet my mother but a nonification just below the time on my phone catches my eye.

boris

hello new girl, i assume your sleeping because i already try to call 3 times. text me when you wake up.

i look at the text with confusion. did we exchange phone numbers last night? i swipe to open the message and text back a reply.

b͟o͟r͟i͟s͟

boris

hello new girl,

i assume your sleeping

because i already try to call 3

times. text me when you wake up.

boris? how did you get

my number? did i give it

to you last night?

read 9:45pm

boris

i take your phone last

night while you sleep

and put in my number.

you should really make

phone password new girl.

i stare at my phone in bewilderment. no shot this kid put his number in my phone. i can hear his voice in my head as i read the text. i know he's smirking at his own words. i text him back quickly before i put down my phone.

b͟o͟r͟i͟s͟

boris

i take your phone last

night while you sleep

and put in my number.

you should really make

phone password new girl.

you're sneaky as

fuck and i will

absolutely be

putting a

passcode on

my phone. give

me a sec, my

my mom got

home. brb

read 9:47pm

i lay my phone on my bed and head downstairs. "mom?", i call out as i get to the bottom step. "i'm in my room sweetie, give me a second!", i hear her voice say from the back part of the house. i smell a freshly lit cigarette and assume im waiting on her to put it out as i plop down onto the couch. i take a look at my bruised knuckles and fold my uninjured hand on top of them. i wait patiently in on the couch before i see my mom coming out of her room coughing, still in her work uniform. "hey lucybug! how was school?", she asks sitting next to me in the couch with a smile. i lay my head on her shoulder and let out a dramatic sigh, "exhausting.", i say honestly. i decide to leave out the part where i punched other student in the face making her bleed, in hopes of a nice normal night with my mother. "how was work?", i ask her, feeling her warm shoulder on my cheek and breathing in her familiar smell of cigarettes and floral perfume. "exhausting.", she says placing her head on top on mine and mimicking my sigh. she laughs quietly and removes her head from mine before kissing the top of it. "how mad would you be at me if i turned on a lifetime movie and made us a box of questionably old mac and cheese for dinner?", she asks me. i lift from my head from her shoulder and smile, "honestly i think that sounds wonderful.", i say getting up from the couch and heading into the kitchen. "honey, i'll make it don't worry.", she says beginning to stand up from the couch. "no mom, sit down, you've been working too long. it's just mac and cheese i can manage.", i say turning back to her with a chuckle. she lowers back on to the couch lazily and turns on the tv, "what would i do without you?", she asks from the living room. "eat questionably old mac and cheese by yourself and only own the lifetime channel!", i call back to her which i hear her laugh at. i hear the tv switching through channels before it eventually stops on what is undeniably the lifetime channel as i hear a voice from the tv say, "so you've been sleeping with her marcus?!". i laugh to myself. damn marcus you're caught. i pull out a box of mac and cheese from the moving boxes in our kitchen. i place a pot with water on the stove and wait for it to come to a boil before i add the mac and cheese noodles. after the noodles are cooked i drain some of the water and put the yellow cheese powder in the pot,  stirring it with a plastic knife. i cannot wait till we unpack the boxes with the plates and bowls and spatulas. i grabbed the pot off the stove with the single dish towel we have out and grab two plastic spoons as i head back into the living room. i see my mother already passed out, shoes still on, curled up on the couch like a little kid. i debate waking her up to eat but decide that leaving the leftover mac and cheese in the fridge when im done with it is a better option.

i set the pot of the coffee table in front of our couch and carefully take off her shoes, making sure not to wake her. i grab the blanket on the floor that she used the first night we moved in a draped it over her. when i have mom all squared away and tucked it i grab the pot, placing it and the dish towel on my lap and watch the movie eating. the movie was about some wife who figures out her husband has been sleeping with the nanny and conspires to kill them both, i've no doubt seen this one before. or maybe not, i can't tell. to me all the movies on this channel have the same plot line in a way, but that doesn't mean they aren't a guilty pleasure for mom and me.

i end up finishing the movie, it only had about an hour left in it anyways. i get up and stick the rest of the mac and cheese in the fridge, and walk back into the living room turning off the tv. i grab my purse from beside the couch, take out my cart, and hit it as i walk up the stairs. when i walk into my room i nearly scream. "BORIS WHAT THE FUCK?", i say as the tall skinny boy sits on the ledge of my window smoking a cigarette. when he only replies with a smile, i shut my door a jog over to him, "how the fuck did you get up here?!", i yell whisper as he flicks the ash off his cigarette and out the window. he looks at me, "latter.", he says nodding to the window. i look out the window placing my hands on the edge of it and turn my head down. sure enough there's a large metal latter against my house leaning up to my window. "you don't lock your phone or your window, very dangerous new girl.", he said with a cocky smile, throwing his cigarette out the window and jumping into my room. "you're fucking crazy. what made you want to drag a fucking latter over here, climb to my window, and scare the shit outta me?!", i said still in disbelief. "you say you will be right back, then you don't answer for twenty minutes, so i come over. then you not in your room, so i sit and wait.", he says shrugging like his answer is obvious. "YOU'VE BEEN UP HERE FOR THRITY MIN-", i'm cut off as his hand presses against my lips. he makes a "sh" noise bringing his free index finger up against his own lips. i nod my head and he takes his hand away from my mouth. "do you want me to go?", he asks with a smile too large for his face. i think about this for a moment. i would rather not walk in and find him siting in my window when im not expecting him, but i don't want him to leave. i give him a defeated look, "no i don't want you to go.", i say rolling my eyes. he kisses me on my cheek, "i know.", he says smugly before hopping on my bed. "SHOES OFF SHOES OFF!", i say panicked running up to my bed. he quickly throws his shoes off and puts his hands up in defense of himself. "sorry sorry, i did not know", he says with a dorky smile.

"give me one of those cigarettes.", i say referring to the back that i know he has. he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. i reach for them but just as my hand touches the box he playfully pulls them away, "what do i get if i give you, hm?", he asks. i toss the pen on his lap, "you get to hit my cart and not get thrown back down the latter.", i say making a "gimme" motion with my hand. "the answer i was looking for was a kiss, but this works too.", he said inspecting the cart in his lap. he hands the pack over to me and i place a cigarette between my lips as he hits my cart and lights the cigarette for me. i take a long drag of my cigarette, exhaling the smoke with a sigh. i plop down on the bed beside his and lay flat on my back. he follows my lead and drops his body flat as well. as i smoke my cigarette, flicking ash onto the tray on my bedside table i feel him staring at me. i turn my head to him, "what", i say giggling as my eyes meet his. "so beautiful.", he say brushing my hair out of my face with his index and middle finger. my face turns a bright red, i feel the heat of my blush. i never know what to say when someone tells me this. i honestly don't believe it. i'm by no means beautiful. the top of my head shows my true hair color, a rusty brown, compared to the rest of my bleached light hair. my eyes are a dark brown, almost black. i have a tooth on the bottom row of my teeth that's slightly crooked, it's the only thing i see when i smile. my nose is wide, and my cheeks are chubby. my fingers are too long, and my stomach too pudgy. i am by no means a person that comes to mind when you think the word "beautiful". but instead of saying all this and sounding like a D1 complement fisher, i say what i always say when someone tells me this, "thank you.". "i mean it new girl. you are the greatest beauty i've ever seen.", he says staring into my eyes. "yea well ur not too shabby yourself", i say to him before looking back up and my celling and taking another drag of my cigarette. after i exhale the smoke i put it out in my ashtray and get up to grab my laptop. "what are you doing?", he says with a cough as he blows out smoke, sits up on his elbows, and reaches over putting my cart beside my ashtray. "im gonna turn on a movie for us!", i say sitting back down beside him and logging into my laptop. "and since you snuck in my room, with no warning, im planning to turn on the movie i was going to watch tonight.”. i open my movie library and click one of my all time favorites, west side story. he scoots closer to me, his leg touching mine, as well have his shoulder touching mine. he read the title of the movie, "i've never watched before.", he tells me squinting at the name. i'm not suprised at all by this, but i put a hand over my heart and open my mouth in shock. "boris you're telling me you've never enjoyed the great cinematic masterpiece that is west side story? well i'm so glad you met me, i'm gonna pop your west side cherry.", i say dramatically. "is good movie?", he asks suspiciously. "it's a great movie.", i correct him. i hit play in the movie, changing the subtitles from English to Russian so that he can understand the movie better. his eyes light up at this small action and he smiles like a child when he sees the russian words in the small black boxes on the bottom of the screen as the characters speak their dialogue in English. i giggle to myself at his reaction, then rest the laptop on both of our inner legs. we begin watching the movie and at the first song he groans, "you tell me is great movie! great movies do not have singing and dancing new girl.", he says turning his head to me. "shhh! no criticisms!", i tell him, leaving my eyes glued to the movie. as the movie goes on he grows more interested asking questions every so often, "wait so why can't they dance together?", he asks. "because her brother is a shark, and he's a jet.", i explain pointing to maria and tony.

"i don't understand.", he says confused. "tony is in her brothers rival gang.", i tell him, to which he gasps in realization at. about five minutes later he makes the connection that the real reason they can't be together is because maria is Puerto Rican, and her brother doesn't want her dating a white guy. "that's not fair!", he says to me when he comes to his realization. "that's like the whole point of this movie boris, just keep watching.", i say with a proud laugh that i've gotten him invested in this movie. as we come to the final 10 minutes of the movie he's become completely engulfed in the story, his eyes never leaving the screen. when he sees tony get shot he lets out a huge gasp, "NIE NIE HE SHOT TONY NEW GIRL, HE SHOT TONY.", he exclaims pointing at the screen. "WHY WOULD YOU NOT TELL ME TONY DOES NOT LIVE?", he asks. i laugh harder than i've ever laughed before, "because u didn't want to spoil it for you boris!", i say when u finally catch my breath. the movie ends shortly after, "who will maria love now?", ask says looking at me like i must know the answer. "i don't know boris.", i say as i stretch. he thinks about this for a moment, "very good movie, no very great movie. is like us.", he says like im supposed to fully understand what his words. i giggle, "what do you mean its like us?", i ask looking at him curiously. "we see each other, and immediately like each other, but we must keep it secret so that nobody fights.", he explains to me, "we are like southwest side story, because we live in the southwest, eh?", he asks me with a smile. i laugh, "sure boris, we're like a southwest side story.", i say. he compared us to my favorite movie couple. this boy may truly be my favorite person ever.

end of part eight, part nine out soon!

this was definitely the most fun part to write:))

[lovely-showtimes]

Hehe… silly request time… Can you do Tsukasa, Airi, and Haruka x a reader who is “self-aware” (self-aware in this instance meaning they know they’re in a game)? It’s okay if not (^_^)

♡ . self aware.

characters - haruka, airi.

type - scenario.

warnings - unreality.

a/n - i'm so sorry that this took so long T_T i wanted to get to this earlier because i think 'self aware characters' as a concept is very interesting !!! but my brain wouldnt let me write unfortunately... haruka might be ooc, despite how much i love them im very unfamiliar with mmj as characters & their stories </3 i'm also sorry for not doing tsukasa for this one, i wanted to include him and i originally did have an idea for his section, but i took so long to write this i forgot what it was ... i hope you enjoy anyway!

"Do you see anything you like?" You call over your shoulder, turning your attention away from the sweatshirts in front of you.

Airi stands by several dresses, scrutinising them. The two of you decided to go out shopping together, as you felt like your wardrobe was lacking. Airi was eager to help, confident in her sense of style that she can get you something nice, as well as something for herself.

Her brow creases in thought and she stops in front of one particular dress.

"C'mere for a sec," she calls back to you, and you walk over. Airi steps to the side, gesturing to the dress with a furrowed brow.

"Have I worn this before?" She asks. "I mean, I doubt you'd know, but still. It feels so familiar, but I also feel like I've never seen it before."

You squint at the dress. That's right... you recognise it, don't you?

"You wore that in the trained version of your Re-tie Friendship card, didn't you?" You comment quietly. "I liked that one, it was pretty."

Airi goes quiet for a few moments. You catch a befuddled look on her face out of the corner of your eye. "...Excuse me? What's a 'Re-tie Friendship card'...?"

You spin to face her, eyes wide. "Eh? It was your third focus event. Don't you remember it?"

Her confusion only grows. "What on earth are you saying? No, I don't remember it."

Your eyes lock for a brief period of time, the two of you studying each other for a single hint of what the other was talking about. Then, it hits you.

"Oh!" You gasp. "You didn't know about the whole game thing...? I thought everybody knew, but we weren't supposed to talk about it."

The fact of your entire life being a simple game was one you've always been aware of. You had never tried to bring it up to anyone else, or research it before. It had never occurred to you - it was as obvious a fact as saying "the sky is blue".

Airi shakes her head, placing a hand on her temples. "You're making no sense! What game thing?"

You open your mouth to respond, but you hesitate. Should you really elaborate on what you mean? Maybe it's for the best that you don't tell Airi about your shared existence within a game. It might be a bit much to take in all at once.

Maybe another time.

You smile brightly and shake your head. "Oh, you know what? I just realised, I was thinking of something else. Oopsies! Ignore me."

"...Right." Confusion and slight frustration still lingers on Airi's face, but she sighs and shakes her head. You're probably just referencing something from some game you like, right? Maybe she should look into it later, to understand what you just said to her.

Airi's gaze drifts back to the dress once more. That feeling of déjà vu still hovers in the recesses of her mind when she gazes at it, and it's unsettling. Maybe she should look for something different to wear.

"I had the strangest dream last night," Haruka comments, staring at the sandwich in her hands thoughtfully. The sun shines down on you both as you sit on a warm, grassy hill on a red-and-white checkered blanket.

You beam brightly, head tilted curiously. You swallow the bite of food in your mouth. "Oh? What happened?"

"I was dancing to a song I've never heard before. It was in a completely different style than we usually dance to as well, it was quite mellow and calm. I was dancing with a few other people too... Kohane, Ichika, and two other people I didn't recognise... a girl with grey-ish green hair, and a boy with ginger hair."

Haruka shakes her head. "How strange. And the weirdest part was, when I woke up, I remember thinking 'Ah, another one of those dreams'. I haven't dreamt of anything like that before."

She takes a thoughtful bite of her sandwich.

You can't help laughing a little at her bizarre dream. "I always have those dreams! The people who play this game like to make us dance with the other characters. It's quite fun, I like trying to think of what kind of person makes me dance to a certain song with certain people."

You tap your chin curiously. "Perhaps they like to think of me and the others in a romantic relationship? Perhaps they like to think of a different scenario where we are in a band together? Perhaps they feel romantically towards me? It's so interesting."

You chuckle to yourself once more, taking another bite of food. Goodness, it's so tasty. The work the two of you put together to create this whole picnic really paid off! You were especially looking forward to trying those cupcakes, you put a little extra love into each of them! In particular, you-

"Love, what game? What- What are you talking about?"

Haruka's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Her gaze is full of confusion and concern for you. Her grip on her sandwich has gotten just a little tighter.

You simply gaze back at her as if it's all perfectly normal. "The game we're in. You didn't know?"

Silence hangs in the air. Haruka's gaze shifts around, landing on you for a moment or two before looking away.

Eventually, she clears her throat and nods, deciding to play along. "Right! Of course, I remember now. How could I have forgotten?"

Your joke had unsettled her a little, but she decides to just shake it off. That's all it was, anyway. You're just joking, aren't you?

...Aren't you?

[my-own-walker]

the jpm angst i'd like would have to be something about the reader leaving him ORRRRR james ( or the reader ) cheating? idk just some ideas!! <3

Not Strong Enough

note: sorry this took a sec! i am So Sleepy all the time rn

warnings: angst, talks of death and dying, feeling trapped in a relationship, JPM abandonment issues, sad themes of breaking up/leaving someone

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In the midst of life, we are in death. We see all who pass into the dwelling of death, never believing that we too, one day, will follow. We will all go with them and we have no control over when it may happen. But in special cases, we do.

We make small and big decisions every day that prolong our lives. We eat and drink because we choose to live. There are rules against driving under the influence and certain drugs because we want to live. Entire studies are done trying to find the secret to the longest life possible. We, at any time, have the power to make ourselves follow the others into the shadowy realm of death, yet we don't.

Why? It's uncertainty. We don't know what comes next. Life is far too precious to simply throw away, right? No one knows what comes next. Or if anything comes next. But I did.

I did. At least for the ghosts of the Hotel Cortez. The long-term residents, as they sometimes called themselves. They got to live on. And for some time, it gave me a strange sense of home.

When James and I began our relationship, he kept me on a short leash. I knew the truth all along. He was dead, eternally living in his state, bound to the very place he built. It seemed lonely. He wanted me to be in the hotel as much as humanly possible so that I could be with him. I moved into his suite.

All of this, though, to get me used to the place. I was kept from seeing the world so that I wouldn't miss it when he decided to finally kill me. Bound to him forever. Mates until our souls float off.

I knew what death would be for me. And I wanted so badly to do it for him. I loved him so much that I was willing to decide to shuffle off this mortal coil and into the forever purgatory of the hotel. But it simply became too much to bear. For, I had a family. A life before James. A love for meadows and trees and fresh-picked tulips. Running my hands along sun-bathed painted wood and cute wild animals.

In my time away from the hotel, that is where I would go. Anywhere with nature, untouched by man, touched by the beauty of flora and fauna staking their claim.

I couldn't make that decision. I couldn't die for him. I was not strong enough to be able to live, but not fully. See the world but through musty windows and the stories of passing guests.

James and I had dinner together every night. I sat across from him and dreamed of our life together. That began to fade, though. Rationality kicked in. The rose-colored glasses I had been seeing him through shattered. He loved me, but he wanted to control me. It was too much to bear.

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I looked at him through the flames of the candles in the center of the table. He was looking down, eyes focused intensely on the task at hand. His brow was furrowed. He held a cigarette between his teeth and his silver lighter in his hand. It reflected the flickering lights of the flames onto the ceiling as he wielded it.

It made me sad to think that this would be the last time I would be doing this with him. I still loved him. But it made me even more sad to remember why it all had to stop. James took his first drag and puffed the smoke up into the air.

'You look unwell, dear,' he spoke, looking at me through his brow. 'Is everything alright?'

'Not exactly,' I muttered, casting my gaze down.

'Whatever is the matter?' he pried, sitting forward slightly in his chair.

'I'm not entirely sure how to say this,' I began, 'but, I'll be forthright with it. This is no longer working for me, James.'

'What isn't working for you?' he asked in reply.

'This,' I gestured grandly. 'All of this. I know what you want from me, and I love you, I do. But, I can't live like this. I need to leave.'

A dark expression came over his face. Then, one of sadness. He sat back in his chair and looked down at the table, flipping his lighter in his fingers, then tapping the table with it.

'I know you can make me stay,' I continued. 'You make this problem go away by killing me right now, but that's not what I want. And I have to trust that you'll respect my wishes.' I wasn't scared of him. He had told me time and time again that he only wanted what was best for me.

James looked like he was weighing his options. He didn't speak for a while, didn't even look up to meet my eyes.

'You are the love of my life, Y/N,' he said, finally. His voice cracked, and when he looked up at me, there were tears in his eyes. 'You cannot leave me.'

I stood and walked to his side of the table. James' eyes tracked me as I walked across the space. I stood just next to him, looking down at his crying form. I had never seen him like this. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him into my chest. It was an embrace we both needed.

He sniffled into me, burying his head into my dress.

'My love,' I cooed.

'I know what I need to do, but I can't do it,' he cried.

My stomach dropped. His intent was to kill me. My mind raced with ideas of ways to escape without him finding me. I separated myself from him and began to back away calmly.

'I need to let you go,' he uttered up at me. He stood and smoothed the front of his suit, then rubbed his eyes. 'I don't know why I am the way I am.

'Wh-what?' I stammered, steeling myself where I was standing. Was this a trick?

He stepped toward me and placed a hand on my cheek. 'I have a sick need to kill, and a sick need to control people. I love you too much to hurt you,' he explained lowly. 'I can't condemn you to a life like mine.'

Tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him and love him forever. But that simply wasn't in the cards for the dead man and the girl who loved life and living.

'James,' I whispered. He pulled me into a tight embrace. The cradling kind that enveloped me in his warmth. 'I'm sorry,' I spoke into his chest.

'There is no need for apologies, dearest. I understand,' he murmured. He pulled back and held me at arm's length, taking me in one last time. 'Go.' He placed a kiss on my forehead and let go of me.

'I love you,' I said before turning away to walk out.

'I love you too,' he replied, his voice breaking yet again. 'And, Y/N?' I spun on my heel to face him. 'Don't ever come back here. I won't be able to control myself. Just, don't forget about me.'

I didn't answer. instead, I walked out of his suite's door, into the hallway, then into the elevator, and out of the lobby. As I stepped into the sunlight, I couldn't help but feel like I made the right decision. But a nagging feeling missed James more than I could handle.

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Don't you love when I wax poetic in my posts? I get so silly goofy talking about life and death all deep-like. LOLZ

[therk900]

📷 May TC Challenge (Day 1 - 31) 📷

1. Have you ever said something embarrassing to/in front of your TC? Thankfully no. I’m careful what I say and do most of the time

2. When did your TC start teaching you? Does he/she still teach you? B started teaching in 2022 and left at the end of 2023, S started teaching at the start of 2021, M started in 2020, and N started in 2022

3. Do you know anything about your TC’s childhood/youth? B had a cat when he was younger and S used to live in the country. N used to be so shy during school which is a surprise, since he is the complete opposite now!  

4. Describe your TC’s eyes. Gentle

5. What’s your favourite outfit on him/her? B had this blue jumper that he wore most of the time over his formal clothes. S wears formal clothes with these boots and he has 3 jumpers that I love. N’s one is a green jumper and formal pants and a white button up shirt with this brown jacket he has! A had this nice jumper that I LOVE! It’s a navy blue jumper with some white writing on it. My favourite one for M would be a dark navy blue button up shirt, and dark formal pants! 

6. How do you try to impress your tc? I try anything and everything really

7. Describe what you think your wedding would look like. What are you both wearing? Who’s invited? What’s for dinner? Hopefully in some sort of lovely garden with a modern feel to it. I feel like we would invite our friends and family to the occasion. For dinner, salad with some fish maybe. 

8. Have you ever caught her staring at you? How did you react? Yes Yes YES! Multiple times with B! One time earlier last year, B was taking a class of mine, and when I looked up, I saw him completely staring at me. I looked down in an instant. When I looked up 30 secs later to see if he was still looking, and he was!!!! I was just doing some sketching and he was sitting at the table diagonal to me. I looked up a few more times since and he wasn’t looking for some but for most of them, he was!

9. would you run away from home and leave your entire life (friends, family etc.) behind just to be with your TC? Maybe

10. what does your tc teach? B: English S & M: Science G: Media

11. If you lived together, would you rather have kids or pets with him/her? KIDS! And maybe one pet

12. are you in love with your tc or is it just a crush? I think it’s just a crush. Not 100% sure

13. do you think your tc could you like you back? Well, for M and N, they both have a wife, so no. But who knows for the others.

14. have you ever dreamt about your tc? The amount of times I have dreamt about them is concerning

15. imagine that someone wanted to make a movie about your life with your tc - what actor/actress would play you and your tc? For A, maybe Alex Wolff With B, maybe Seth rogan I’m not sure about myself, S, M or G

16. have you ever had an argument with your tc? Nope

17. how did you find the tcc? I was just searching up “teacher crush” on tumblr and found it! I was a viewer of the Community and didn’t have the courage to post anything until the start of last year

18. can you remember the moment you fell for your tc? Kind of. It was an end of one of B’s classes, and I was listening to a song called "Get into it (yuh)" by Doja Cat, and all i could think about was B. With S, it was just a realisation when I was speaking to him one time. I found out with A via a dream. And with M, I was just in class. i forgot how with G and N

19. Think of a song that reminds you of your TC and tell us your favourite line from it.  B: Here with me - d4vd “As long as I'm with you I've got a smile on my face” A: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John "So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl" S: Enchanted - Taylor Swift “This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you” N: Just Like That - THAT BAND HONEY "Baby that's just why we can't commit, maybe And our back and forth makes me want it more" M: Guys My Age - Hey Violet "Guys my age don't know how to treat me... Guys my age don't know how to touch me Don't know how to love me good Guys my age don't know how to keep me" G: Love In The Dark - Adele "We're not the only ones, I don't regret a thing Every word I've said, you know I'll always mean It is the world to me that you are in my life But I want to live and not just survive"

20. does anyone else know about your TC? Only one of my friends know

21. Have you ever stalked your TC online? If yes, what did you find? If no: do it and tell us what you find, it’s fun! I haven’t stalked them online.  Edit: I just found S and B's accounts. They are both private. 

22. what outfit would you most like to see your TC in? A SUIT! I wonder how they look in a suit

23. what is the best outfit they’ve ever worn?  B used to wear these brown formal pants with a nice formal shirt and also a dark blue jumper that I loved For S, he had these nice jumpers, and when he wore that with his formal outfit, it looked so good on him For A, jeans and a navy blue jumper that he owns With N, and G, anything formal For M, he has this green jumper, and he wears it all the time, and it really suits him

24. your best friend tells you that they have a crush on your tc - how do you react? I wouldn’t be surprised!

25. has your tc ever helped you with something that’s not school related? Yes. B has helped me with my drawings since he knows how much I love drawing

26. do you want to get over your tc or are you happy with it for now? I am very happy with it for now! it has made me know them better 

27. If your life was a book series/tv series/movie and you had a fan base, would your fans realistically ship you and your tc?  Depends really

28. What’s something that always makes you think of them?  A: Have no idea yet!  S: Anything to do with science for some reason G: A movie called “Alien” N: Have no idea yet!  M: DILF (because he is one)

29. Let’s chat for a sec! What’s something you’ve been dying to talk about regarding your tc?  How nice they are

30. How often do you think about them?  I think about them here and there

31. What’s something you’re manifesting happening between you two? (If you don’t manifest, what’s something you hope happens?)  That I get to see them outside of school, like in a cafe or something.

[vanmarkus]

Tell me about homesick ? 👀

It's called homesick because despite it being just a blurry idea at this point, it already has a title: Homesick For Your Skin

Eddie starts having vivid dreams about a life he shares with Buck, not quite understanding what causes them or why they feel so real and while some parts of it are jarring, it gives him something he couldn't possibly have in his real life; Buck.

Here's a little snippet:

"Eddie!" A familiar voice rang out somewhere down the hallway as Eddie tried to blink the last bit of sleep out of his eyes.

"Did you sleep in again?" Buck poked his head through the doorway just when Eddie's feet landed on the cold floor by the bed. "Come on, we're gonna be late."

"What? What time is it?"

Did they even have a shift today? Eddie was almost sure that he went to bed with the thought of a lazy day-off last night.

"Past 8." Buck snorted. "Your bedhead is ridiculous, did I ever tell you that?" Buck leaned against the doorframe with a fond smile and afraid that the sudden warmth spreading through his cheeks was more visible than necessary, Eddie dragged his hands down his face, leaving the oh-so-amusing mess on the top of his head untouched.

"Gimme a sec, I'll get dressed." He got off of the bed and made his way over to his dresser, all too aware of Buck's gaze following him the whole time. "Is Chris up yet?"

"Chris?" When Eddie turned his head to look at him, there was a weird expression pulling at Buck's features, one that Eddie couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, Chris. Is he up yet?" Eddie frowned. It was a simple enough question, right? Was this part of some new silly prank the two of them cooked up to get at Eddie?

"Eddie, it's Tuesday, he's with Shannon and Darren."

Shannon? How could Chris be with Shannon? Did he go to see the grave without Eddie? At 8 in the morning? But also...

"Who the fuck is Darren?" Eddie could feel his breathing pick up, coming dangerously close to hyperventilation under a matter of seconds.

Something was wrong, something was very very wrong here.

"Her... husband?" The question wasn't really a question, Eddie could tell that much. "Eddie, are you okay?"

Ask me about my wips

[jennsterjay]

Lmao so today I was waiting to get picked up from somewhere while I was talking to my friends @bootleg-exe, @king-of-the-rain-and-wolves, and @weirdfishy, and while I was waiting I had a brilliant idea. What if I wrote a Punkflower fic with a prompt from now until the time I got picked up? So I asked them for a word/prompt and Fen said "A Breakfast AU"

Ohoho a Breakfast AU you say? So with my phone notes app, a challenge, time on the clock, and a dream, I finally finished it 😎

Get ready for the unedited, no beta we die like men, writing sprint, crackfic 😂

Punkflower Breakfast AU

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It was 10 am when Miles was sitting in the booth of McDonald's, waiting nervously for the boy he had a crush on.

Last night, when the two of them had just finished a mission together, and Hobie had walked him home to his dimension, Miles thought about confessing but he didn't have the guts. When he turned to Hobie and started saying something, and Hobie asked him what he wanted to say with an open and sincere look in his eyes, Miles tounge caught on his own words.

"Hobie I…"

Cmon think of something!!

"I …was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast tomorrow?" Miles said with a slight crack in his voice. Did he just ask him on a date???

Hobie perked up and smiled widely at him, like he'd just given him the keys to New York, and Miles couldn't believe that his failed confession somehow finessed him into a date. Ay dios mio.

"I would love to, Miles…so where are we grabbing a bite at?" Hobie walked closer to lean down and ask

And Miles wanted to turn invisible following the next words out of his mouth when he said

"Uhh…McDonald's?"

Hobie had a barely contained full grin on his face and Miles swore he was going to bust out laughing, but then he gently cupped his face in his hands and winked at him, as a portal opened up behind Hobie

"That sounds perfect, love. I'll see you tomorrow for brekkie. Text me tomorrow what time you want to eat together"

And Hobie let him go to walk back towards the portal like the coolest guy on the planet, before the portal closed and disappeared, leaving Miles with a dumbfounded look on his face and his heart running 100 miles moraleses a minute

What just happened?

And now here Miles was, a few blocks away from his house, sitting in the booth of a local McDonald's wondering if his Spiderman luck or teenage crush cringe somehow canceled themselves out into a W It was then that the door on the far side of the McDonald's opened, and Miles eyes found Hobie's from across the room. Suddenly Miles thought this was the best idea he's ever had. Ganke owes him 5 dollars.

"Miles! My guy!!!" Hobie says as everyone in the McDonald's stares at him as he walks across the room to lift Miles up effortlessly in the air and smile at him

"H-Hobie!!!" Miles half shrieks and half laughs as he looks briefly around at the New Yorkers looking at him and not looking at him (because it's too early in the morning for this) and then looks into Hobie's eyes. Hobie looks at him like he's a starving man and Miles is the McDonald's happy meal he's been waiting for all this time. Also Hobie is highlighter pink now.

Hobie puts him down and leads him to the front of the restaurant where the menu is

"Aight love, let's get some grub yeah?" Hobie says as he stands behind him and wraps his arms around Miles shoulders. Miles face is turning red and Miles hopes the people in line behind them aren't getting a seizure with how fast Hobie is cycling between different shades of pink every millisecond.

The twink in front of the register is eyeing the pair up and down with little to no amusement before snapping them out of their thoughts

"Welcome to McDonald's, what would you like to order?" He says

"Uhh we may need a sec" Miles smiles sheepishly

"Ok take your time" He says, clearly wanting them to not take their time Miles and Hobie eye the menu while Miles points and explains the options and Hobie's face is leaning on his while his arms are wrapped around him the whole time and Miles is going to have a heart attack. The two then have a mini argument over capitalism and the price of the 2 for 1 deal and the absence of the McRib before the New Yorker behind them says CMON and then the two walk forward and order a large bag of assorted McGriddles, Breakfast sausage biscuits, Ham and Cheese biscuits, Egg ham and cheese biscuits, two orange juices, and two hash browns. Greasy high calorie, high trans fat perfection

The pair then slide back into the booth and chow down on their shared feast. One sausage biscuit looks like a mini in Hobies large hands. Miles is eating one sandwich biscuit and Hobie is double fisting eating two of them. Miles wonders how Hobie is eating in Earth-138…he might as well give him the remaining batch after this

"Ayy you know what, while I don't agree with the ridiculous coin you had to shell out, this is bloody good!" Hobie says

"Hahah yeah, totally planned all this out by the way" Miles said and totally didn't mean to say. Cringe???

Hobie laughed and drank his orange juice, before eyeing Miles with a smirk. He placed his food and drink down, waiting for Miles to finish his bite as well.

Miles looked into his eyes and Hobie just smiled at him for a moment. He looked so inexplicably happy. Miles smiled easily too, and for a moment all nerves, crackwriting, and cringe aside, Miles and Hobie shared a moment of comfortable silence and happiness.

Hobie then reached for Miles' hands slowly and then held them in his across the table. Miles thought his hands were warm.

"Did you know…" Hobie said as he slowly ran his thumbs over Miles' Knuckles

"Yeah?…" Miles said as he gently squeezed the hands of the 1970's Spider-Anarchist named Hobart Brown

"That I think…" Hobie continued as he captured Miles' eyes in his "Yeah?…" Miles said, his face an open book

"You're…" Hobie stretched on for effect

"Yeah?…" Miles' heart was doing the elliptical

"…" Hobie winked at him

"I think you're pretty damn cute, Brooklyn Boy"

If Miles could replay this scene, he would've done it 50 times. Score 1 for Miles Gonzalo Morales. 50000 exp bonus.

Miles let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in, and smiled and giggled like a schoolgirl, oh my god he just giggled like a schoolgirl.

[And then the author was picked up, end of crackfic]

[rozyrne]

the fact that her retainers didn't come to meet her - the audacity! - means she has to seek them out herself in a flounce of rose perfume and fluttering petticoats.

it's evening when she sets out, bells chiming as students mill between classes. she won't get distracted, even with all the new sights and sounds! ..well, maybe a bit. there are flowers she has never seen growing her, and the weather is so much nicer, but - no! she's on a mission!

( she does pluck a flower, though, discreetly. other students are doing it - so surely it's fine if she does, right? besides, she's a princess! )

there are so many faces. so many students, and most of them older than she. she puffs out her chest and pushes through the crowd with the determination only a teenage girl can carry, and finally - finally! - she spots a familiar bow and blue-pink hair.

"you kept me waiting long enough!" she calls out to her retainer, pushing her way uncaringly through the crowd to stand in front of him, hands on her hips. "how rude!"

and yet - despite her harsh words, she's smiling. a rare hortensia smile, the sort worth capturing on a canvas - a real smile, not that saccharine royal smile. the slope of her lips is gentle, her eyes bright.

she throws herself at rosado, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"how have you been?" is asked quieter, more vulnerable. closer to his ear. a weakness for few and far in between - a weakness for not just her retainer, but her friend.

he'll swear it up, sideways, and upside-down on the jana and the divine one and everything in between — that he was looking for her first! bonus points of being well-liked and having a bunch of people to talk to was that he was never ever late to the latest and greatest scoops, and even in a place as full to bursting with royalty as this academy, word of a princess still makes it down the grapevine to his eager ear.

did you see her dress? yep, that's elusia for you!

i swear the newbies that keep showing up here are each crazier-looking than the last. that's her highness princess hortensia you're talking about! and my best friend, to boot.

rosado, of course, didn't usually like to brag ( it wasn't very cute ) but today, today, he couldn't help it.

hortensia— hortensia— was on the way!

he totally didn't sleep last night. ( but when's that ever bothered him? )

so he'll swear it on his best brushes, his favorite platform heels, and all his sweet snacks for the rest of the week. that when hortensia finds him, it's because he's lost track of where to look at the town gates around so many people, and because she's always been a little smaller than most; there's no way a princess should be showing up to the academy unreceived, right? not by her retainers, and definitely not by her friends.

he'll remember that look on her face forever, anyway. like the kind of candy you had once as a kid that changed your life maybe, and you could never find it again anywhere else. and then one day it just shows up, completely out of the blue. he doesn't get to see it all that much, anymore.

"you're here . . . ! you're actually, really here! i almost can't believe it," he gasps, utters, and breathes into her shoulder, squeezing and rocking from foot to foot like he doesn't want to let go, grinning so hard his face hurts. she smells like the sea freshly crossed and the sky so blue and a little of the snow and ice of elusia, a little like powder and taffeta and bubblegum. and just when he's about to pull back to look at her to really make sure he isn't dreaming, she whispers again, this time like a secret just for his ears. how has he been?

he's been great; he's been happy. he's been totally occupied, and over his head in homework without her to help, and busy with training, and wrapping his head around everything there is to do here, and—

and there's really only one thing that's totally, one-hundred-percent the first and truest thing he wants to say. "ohh, i've just missed you."

arms cinch tighter; just a few more seconds. because she sounds a little like he remembers from not-as-happy times and back then there wasn't anything he could do about it, but this time he can give her a hug, at least? "but now everything's right in the world." now he does pull back, hands on both her shoulders, beaming with all daylight starshine; she's going to believe it! he'll make her believe it. things'll be so perfect that she'll have no other choice! "you, and me, and goldmary. we're going to be unstoppable, just like old times."

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Chapter 4

Sexual Healing

It's 1:30 pm, 7:30 pm in London, I'm almost ready for my 'date' with my 3-in-1 special. Tonight I wanted to wear something breathtakingly sexy; something that screams fuck me in the car because you can't wait til we're home.

That dream earlier honestly got me so riled up I almost took care of it in the shower but thought I'd save up this pent-up energy for the boys later. I'm wearing a backless mini dress with long flowy sleeves and a low-cut front, as well as a pair of silver heels.

When I say mini, I mean it's well above the knee and the top barely conceals my breasts. This is also the kind of dress where you can't really wear a bra so underneath I'm only wearing a thong. The dress is a thin material covered in iridescent sequins that contrasted well with my dark skin and platinum braids. 

Reference:  

Artwork By Me

While finishing the last touches of my make up I decided I should probably call Shuri to fill her in on the 'Sexy Fish Man' Situation.

"Hello, my witchy friend how are you?"

"Hey, sis! I'm great getting ready for a night out. I actually wanted to talk about something though."

"What's up?" She replies

"So long story short some voices told me to go to a beach in Yucatan and I met your pointy-eared fish friend and I may have invited him to your ceremony. Before you respond, it is only because he may know some info on my past plus as an academic, I would love to pick his brain."

That came out way too fast.

"What pointy-eared fish man, I have no idea who you're talking about" she laughs uncomfortably

"You are a TERRIBLE liar. His name is Namor, ring any bells?"

"How? How could you possibly know him? I just met him myself. You know he was a major pain in my ass I almost killed that man. "

"It's a very long story I will fill you in when I see you but I mostly wanted to give you a heads up. You also have to bring me up to speed on the attempted murder part."

"It'll probably be good for him to be there, gotta keep the peace and all now that I am the 'Queen Panther'" She laughs "Besides this makes me feel better about having to invite the 'White Wolf'"

"Oh god, Bucky is coming?"

"I know yall have a past but he's practically a Wakandan and he was close to my brother. I know it will be awkward but can you do it for me?"

Sighing I say, "Of course, Just don't expect me to do it sober for it"

Shuri laughs "I'm eternally grateful"

"Yea Yea Yea" I laugh. I look at the time, it's 7:50 pm. "Okay, hun I gotta go before I'm late."

"Alrighty have fun on your night out." we exchange goodbyes and hang up.

Okay, do I have everything?

I didn't bother packing a bag other than my purse full of essentials, specifically my birth control; Whatever else I need I'll just borrow from the boys. I did go ahead and pack a bag for Wakanda that I'll just grab it when I pick up Peter. I grab my sling ring and head to the kitchen to leave a note for Peter.

To my Spider Bro- 

I know you said you'll be good for dinner but I went ahead and prepped a lasagna for you in the fridge; all you have to do is pop it in the oven for 45 min. Be safe, Have a good night, and stay out of my weed stash. Love you!

I pin the note to our fridge and text the boys.

On my way, meet you at the ROXY in 5. *kissy face*

And with that, I open a portal and make my way to the Night Club.

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Tonight is pretty packed. I managed to find 2 seats at the bar and saved one for the boys with my purse. They texted a few minutes ago saying they'd be here in a sec. So I go ahead and order them a Rum and Coke while I sipped on some Crown Apple and waited. The music was so loud I could barely think; everyone was talking and dancing, and I couldn't wait to join. It was dimly lit but the little light we had was shining on my dress; kinda made me feel like a disco ball.

Lost in thought I barely noticed the bartender approach me and hand me a drink.

"From the guy at the end of the bar," he says and walks away.

I look over and it's an older man holding up his drink. I politely wave back in thanks and look away praying that would be the end of it. Unfortunately, it was not, he begins to walk toward me.

He stands very close to me and says, "You look very beautiful tonight" he slyly smiles

"Thank you" I reply

He touches my shoulder and swipes some of my hair out of the way, "I've always found black women so sexy"

I shrug away from his touch in disgust, "Okay creep, don't fucking touch me. Just because you buy me a drink doesn't give you a pass to touch me. Also, stop fetishizing black women." I practically hiss.

"Another fucking cock tease I see. "

"Fuck you" I throw the rest of my drink in his face, "How's that for a cock tease?" I laugh

"Fucking bitch!" he raises his hand to hit me. I don't flinch, he will 100% break his hand once he makes contact. He didn't make it that far fortunately for him, my Mr. Knight catches his hand.

"You wanna try that again pal?" It was them and from the voice, it was Marc speaking. He begins to squeeze his hand, this close to breaking it.

The man screams out in pain, "Sorry lady! Won't happen again I swear" he replies half crying.

Marc looks at me for approval to let him go and I nod at him. Marc releases him and the man practically runs away from us.

I look at Marc "Thank you love, but I could have handled it"

"Oh that wasn't for you, I saved that poor man from breaking his hand. You monster." I laugh in pure amusement.

Marc looks so good tonight. He's wearing a simple long sleeve olive green sweater and a pair of black dress pants. His dark curly hair fell so nicely into place and his facial hair was shaved but you could see a little stubble coming out.

Holding my hand out I gesture for him to come closer, "Come here and give me a proper hello" I seductively say.

Marc makes his advance toward me and stands so close to me that I could feel the warmth coming from his body. He holds the side of my face and whispers a little hello before he closes in and kisses me. We started slow and modest; he eventually places his large hand on my lower back and begins to massage it up and down occasionally gripping my ass. 

He pulls away for a sec and begins to speak "You look stunning as ever. I don't know how long we will last before we take you home. Hell, I may bend you over this bar and take you here."

"Believe it or not I do have a good reputation that I'd like to keep, you menace" I hand him his drink "Chug this so we can dance" I smile.

He obliges rather quickly. Once done he slams the glass down on the bar and pulls me behind him. "I'm not much of a dancer. So Steven is going to swap in, okay?"

I shake my head in excitement. Steven may be a sweet awkward bean most of the time, but on the dancefloor, he is a savant. Quite literally a panty dropper.

"Heya Millie! My word you look unreal" It may be dark but I can't tell he's blushing.

He's the sweetest I swear

We make it to the dance floor; he wraps one arm around my waist, and with the other, he takes my hand and begins to lead our dance. He has his leg between mine as we begin to slowly sway our hips. The little friction from this is already driving me wild; I can feel my little heartbeat slowly grow from down below.

"Steven who taught you to slow wind like this?"

"No one, I just watched a lot of Magic Mike. You know, for research"

I laugh "HA Research; well your studies did you some good."

He suddenly dips me and places a hand on my ass. Slowly he moves his hand up to my waist, then to the side of my breast, and lightly squeezes. Steven abruptly pulls me back to him and whispers in my ear.

The Vibe: 

Make It Rain

"I can't wait to peel you out of this little dress of yours." He then pulls me so close to him that I can feel his hard-on through his pants. Just that little contact made me melt.

"We should go" I whisper in his ear.

Steven says nothing but smiles. He pays my tab and we hurriedly make our way outside and begin to walk to the nearest alleyway, so I can make a portal to his place. I take my sling ring out and open one, but before I could walk through, I was interrupted by Steven forcibly pushing me back to a wall. He began to roughly kiss me; it was so intense I could barely breathe but I definitely don't want to stop.

"Millaenyia you look so sexy tonight. I can't wait til we bury ourselves so deep inside you." Never mind, not Steven, this was definitely Jake, he's always been a little rough. The other 2 sometimes worry it's too much but I've always liked to be dominated like this. He takes my hand and puts it on his dick. They were hard as a rock, "See what you do to us?" He then practically tosses me through the portal and follows behind me; fortunately, I land on his bed. I stand and close the portal and toss my sling ring and purse to the floor.

We stand and look at each other for a minute, just taking in the scene. Eventually, I make the first move; This time it's my turn to shove him into the wall. I grab his face to savagely kiss him as I begin to successfully take his shirt off. Frustrated that he couldn't find the zipper on my dress he began to literally tear it off me. He wraps my legs around him and picks me up.

"I hope that wasn't expensive."

"It's served its purpose" I teasingly reply

He lays me on the bed and begins to slowly remove my thong exposing my soaked pussy. Without skipping a beat he drops to his knees, opens my legs, and pulls me to his face. While making eye contact Jake takes my clit to his mouth; slowly but firmly making circles with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good." I cry out

Jakes eventually goes wild. My pussy was fueling him; he was licking and sucking every inch of me. It turned him on so much that he unbuckled his pants and began to pump his dick. Every so often he'd let out a soft moan, which drove me absolutely nuts. Jake started to tongue my entrance and suck on my juices, it was like he couldn't get enough of me.

His sheer passion brought me so close to an orgasm already. Jake could feel I was almost there, so he releases his cock and shoves his two fingers in me so abruptly, that I scream out in pain and pleasure. He slightly hooked his fingers and began to move fiercely hitting my g-spot with each pump. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Jake begins to growl into my pussy, and with that my orgasm hits me in waves. It was so overwhelmingly good I could barely breathe.

Jake kisses both my thighs and stands up to wink at me, "Your up Steven."

"Thanks, mate," Steven says. He looks at me "You look so beautiful like that, legs open and out of breath," He then without breaking eye contact licks the 2 fingers that were inside me. "You taste like honey Millie."

Stepping out of his pants he leans over me and gently places a kiss on my forehead," You ready darling?" he asks.

I smile and vigorously shake my head in excitement.

He swiftly flips me over to my stomach and begins to massage my butt. "You have a lovely tight ass" he positions himself over me and begins to slide his dick between my cheeks, slowly moving it up and down. My pussy begins to throb and I can't take it anymore, I want to feel him inside me.

"Please, fuck me, I need you" I plead

"As you wish" Steven shoves himself balls deep inside me. I can't help but moan out from the sudden filling of my pussy. Fiercely gripping my ass he begins a steady pace."Fuck you are so tight." After a while of taking it slow, he then grabs me by the shoulder and takes a handful of my hair, "I'm gonna be a little rough okay?"

I tried to respond with 'okay' but it came out unintelligible.

He chuckles lightly and begins to fuck me like an animal. He was hitting me so deeply that I swear I could feel it in my stomach. With every thrust, his balls would smack my pussy and even that feeling was so good.

"Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop" I felt another orgasm begin to build up.

"Yea you like that? You like being my whore?" He yells

"Oh god yes!" I reply

He roughly pulls my hair which jerks my head up, "Yes What?" he asks

"Yes daddy" I Scream.

Steven begins to smack my ass with every thrust: each time it grew harder and harder. The combination of pleasure and pain was too much and I couldn't hold it anymore. I moan and scream some words I couldn't even understand as my orgasm hit me.

"Fuck you're squeezing our dick so good," Steven says. After coming down from my high he slowly pulls out and helps me roll over. He kisses my chest, "Alright Marc your turn."

He gently moves a braid off of my face, "are you okay?" Marc asks.

I smile and shake my head, "Oh I'm peachy keen" I giggle.

He chuckles a bit and begins to kiss my neck and chest, "God this is what we needed" he begins to suck on my nipple.

I let out a soft moan, and pull his face to mine. "I need you"

He passionately kisses me, exploring my mouth with his tongue; I can still taste myself on him. He's done so much for me tonight It's only fair I return the favor. I flip him over and position myself on top, "Let me take care of you" I beg.

Marc smiles and nods. I grab his dick and slowly lower myself on him, as I watch how he unfolds under me. I began bouncing up and down on his hard cock and enjoying every inch of him. He grabs my ass to help to steady himself as he pumps and meets my thrusts with extra force.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. I can't take this much longer" he says through his teeth.

"I'm close too; cum with me" I plead

I pick up my pace a bit, watching him enjoy himself was really doing it for me. I lean close to his face and begin to kiss him never slowing my pace. He pulled me closer and began to fuck me harder.

I moan out "Fuck, don't stop, I'm so close"

He began to grunt and growl under me; it was all I needed to reach my climax. My pussy tightened around him so hard that I felt him twitch inside me when he came.

"Fuck" He grunts out

We stay there for a while. Just breathing in each other's faces, coming down from our mutual high. Eventually, I roll off of him, "how was that for a pick me up?" I ask

"Eh needs improvement." He jokes

I smack him with a pillow "I can’t with you" I laugh