#i didn't even know the sleep pants existed!! :o

[britishchick09]

my b-day prezzies!! :D

[rakeisu]

"No, you..."

Gojo x Y/N || NSFW~ || Quite fluffy in the beginning!

The morning ritual you always seemed to engage in was rather simple: you opened your eyes...and then turned your gaze to him.

Gojo.

Such a simple thing had become something he could tell you were doing without fail, however, he allowed you the courtesy to do this since it seemed to give you something. He was nestled up into your chest in a rather clingy pose, arms wrapped around your waist tightly as you had your limbs encasing him. White lashes barely moved under your watch since he was breathing so calmly in what seemed like a heavy sleep.

Goodness, was he even real?

Really here at all?

Or was he a figment of your imagination?

Such a beautiful man can't exist...especially not in your bed at this very moment.

You lightly brushed his hair and he hardly stirred under your touch, just burying his face more into you. Your face turned a soft red, feeling his body almost trap you under him again.

"Gojo..."

"Morning, darling.", his voice filled the quiet air, nearly cutting it with it's smoothness. His pools of blue opened, examing you as he smiled gently.

Damn him and his beauty.

"O-oh...did I wake you?", you asked, slightly startled since he seemed so at peace just moments ago. He merely shook his head, moving to place a kiss on your chest immediately, "No...mmn...wanted you to have your peace for a moment."

His lips were warm, tingling you some and causing a shudder to come over you. Gojo was always precise with his movements, almost like he shifted with intensity, and damn it all, he was willing to use it to tease you.

"Ah, G-Gojo...", it was a light pant since he wasn't exactly letting up his sudden assault on your body. Didn't take long for his hands finding their way under your shirt and teasing your chest as he ravaged your neck with his lips, "H-hey...what's gotten into you...?"

"Hm...just...the sudden urge to let you be aware...hm...of how much...I adore you...", he said, words between kisses and bites that he gave before going to your lips, "You always have your eyes on me...nnn...didn't think I would notice, hm?"

"...!? S-sorry...did it- ah!", he was touching and kissing nearly everywhere, so you couldn't exactly get it out. But, he was making something clear here and not allowing you to have many doubts.

"Hm? Sorry? Now, you know better than to apologize for something like that...", you had a habit of it and he knew that it was just in your nature to be sweet...or well, to do it in case you ever did anything wrong ever.

But, this?

He gazed at you, smirking still and fixing his eyes on every feature of you he could take in...you were so beautiful...tempting...a bit mysterious and alluring. Such a being falling into his clutches felt foreign and here you are, giving him the same treatment that most offer.

However, it's you. You made the difference. Words of admiration fell on deaf ears unless it escaped your lips again and again. He may brush it off and turn it around to compliment you a dozen times a day, but he was listening to every bit of it.

Gojo put a hand to your face and smiled softly, leaning his forehead to yours gently, "I hope you know...as much as you love to stare at me...my eyes are on you just as much when you're not looking, darling. Do you know?", the low tone made it sound sweeter than you anticipated.

If your face could get any redder, it would. You stared back up at him, putting a hand over his as you examined his face again...this time with his eyes all on yours. You stammered a bit, "G-Gojo..."

"Yes, love...? You beautiful thing...", didn't take him long to merely strip himself from what was confining him so easily between you and him. He would remind you, as many times as you allowed, how much he loved every solitary inch of you until he couldn't anymore. Clothes scattered away from you both, simply putting you closer than even you anticipated...all this over soft glances.

Shuffles of clothes, quiet pants escaping you constantly from the fatal foreplay he ensued on between the sheets. Dammit all, you were in a state of euphoria from all the movement and he made his way inside so easily. Your hips bucked, arching into him as your body's finally were connected...a smug grin painted his face as he wrapped his arms around you gently, "Ooo...have you gotten tighter...? Swallowing me in so easily, but you're definitely snug..."

Purring those words made it harder for you to hide that obvious red all over your face, but it made it so much harder when he started to move, grinding into you, slowly and earnestly.

"Oh, f-fuck...Gojo...", he cradled you gently, clinging you into a hold where he could stare at you as he kept up his pace. He liked those expressions you made as you felt him go deep, hell, he adored any expression you made. Such a modelesque man was touching you, feeding your arrousal, tending to your body like he needed you.

"I'm going to remind you...nnn...again...and again...", he moved slightly quicker, your head throwing back as he moved to grip your legs to get at a better angle. Your moans filled the air even more, causing him to advance his movement a little more, "How...much...I fucking...hah...love you..."

Winding his hips at a certain spot got you to whine some, orgasm climbing at a real slow pace as you put your arms around his neck, "Gojo...ah...f-fuck...there...", you mewled at him, almost desperately in an attempt to feel even more from him, if that was even possible. He was prone to teasing you at this point, getting you to the edge and stopping to see how desperate you could get. But, his lips met yours, tongue sliding against yours and his hands slid down your back to rear, giving a light squeeze.

When he let you up for air, he started going faster, pecking your face as he stroked your cheek, "My beautiful darling...nnn...so cute like this...cute any other time...mm-hm...looking even better like this...", he loved you making soft noises when he touched you, kissed you, sexed you a thousand ways under the sun. You could picture him as a prize again and again, but you?

Oh, no...you were definitely his trophy.

He slowed down some, admiring your facial features as they twisted in pleaasure over and over again with each stroke. Gojo leaned down, gripping your hands gently, "Darling...you look adorable, but...hell...you always do...", he purred, but he was serious in this moment. His face softened, pecking against your neck softly, almost burying himself there.

"Everyday...you subject me to so much of you...your laugh...your smile...that little face you make when I annoy you...how you blush constantly...you...have no idea how much I love all of you...", he proclaimed, moving back up to gaze at you yet again, blue eyes filled with determination. You were in bliss, but you heard every sweet word he said, almost entranced by it. Gojo couldn't be any more sweet if he tried, but he managed to pull it off once again.

"Gojo...I love you- ah-", your retort was interrupted with him going at a quick pace again before smirking, laughing a little in between grunts, "I love you too, darling...and well...hm...the body is another bonus, right...?", he was being merciless again and you swear he was back at his seductive ways in the drop of a hat.

Damn him.

Gojo didn't even let up even when he felt you quivering at this point, but he was just as close...first priority was to make sure you're taken care of though. He kept at his pace, feeling the bed rock some from the movement and feeling you squeeze around him so tightly was the icing on the cake. He grunted, holding onto your hips and gazing at you, "Come on, baby...I know you're gonna make a mess soon...don't hold back on my count...", he planted kisses on your lips over and over as he felt you squirm.

You whined, finally cumming all over him as he inevitably did the same, shortly afterwards. He panted, cupping your chin to kiss you again and again, "Mmn...I love you...so damn much, darling..."

"I love you, too...", you said, giggling into the kisses shyly before Gojo managed to pick you up and pull you onto him carefully. He merely wrapped his arms around you and sighed contently from the feeling. He just kept pecking your temples, your face, your lips multiple times before you were left breathless yet again.

[downbadtoearth]

Brook x Reader headcanons

NSFW (no minors allowed!)

Stuff: invisible parts, switching positions, fluff 💜

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:

Crewmate POV: When you first met him, you were too surprised at his ability to walk and talk as a skeleton to interact with him normally. After some time teaming up together, you noticed a strange appreciation beginning to form in you.

You and Brook bonded over classical music and also 70's oldies. You asked him to play a couple tunes that he knows and that impressed him right off the bat and made him happy!

Sometimes you'd sing along, and even though you didn't like your own voice, he was just happy that you were singing with him.

Your first kiss with Brook was after sharing a private cup of tea together and eagerly listening to more of his backstory in candlelight. You sat hip to hip with him and he smelled like whiskey and coffee scented fragrance. He looked into your eyes with those silly dark holes you oddly found adorable and leaned in and you felt the touch of invisible lips.

You kissed him back passionately and felt a warm and slick invisible tongue gently wrestling your own. This surprised you, but after a pause you just went in for more.

His moans are beautiful to the ear, and they make you want to top him.

*****He has no muscles, so how does he walk, talk, and otherwise move? *I imagine it's the same as a ghost forming and disappearing.. that's how his non-existent parts come and go lol. *****

You're the only crewmate who knows for sure what his kisses feel like... and the heat of his literal boner.

When he's excited for you he's shy and usually tries to hide it or "get over it," but he cannot contain his blushing and everyone notices it.

When you finally pull his lanky form to somewhere private, you start by passionately kissing him and his warm ghostly lips come back.

He likes it when you gently press him against the wall or his bed. Sometimes you hold his wrists down and he's a blushing mess.

Sometimes you tease him by grinding your hips on him until his pants start to push up against you. He begins to whimper quietly as you lovingly pleasure the bulge.

Brook is almost too long for you to throat. Once you're down on him, he takes the liberty of guiding your pace with his hand on your head, like he's directing the timing of a song.

He will also put his hands on your hips as you straddle him, and guide your rhythm from there.

When he wants you, (which is surprisingly often) he will act extra gentlemanly. He carries you bridal style and kisses you up and down like you're both Gomez and Morticia Addams. He doesn't mind the rest of the crew seeing his affections.

Brook will often pleasure you with his skilled ghost tongue~ humming and laughing quietly as you hold in your moans. You grab a fistful of his hair when you're about to scream and sometimes he doesn't care and the whole ship hears.

When you're in Chopper's care after being hurt in combat, he always rushes to see you and keep your spirits up. He hums a sweet melody, resting his head on you so you feel his soft curls on your cheek. He will sit next to you for hours, telling stories, listening to you, and sipping tea.

At night you sneak into his bunk and you and Brook take turns nightly on who is the big spoon. He appreciates your warm body, and misses you dearly when you want to sleep alone.

He is very respectful when you need space and is very good at letting you vent.

That said, he is technically a lot older than you.. so he tends to give you advice on your personal hardships. One of his only faults is talking like a guardian more than a lover at times when you get moody. He will typically side with you when you argue with someone else, but he will gently pull you aside later to explain why he may disagree and what you need to work on yourself.

You and him tend to get into shenanigans: randomly dancing and singing. Whether or not you're afraid of ghosts, you try your best to comfort him :')

He is an amazing lover with an old soul. He writes you poems and songs, he gives you flowers on all special occasions, and dances with you too! He even plays board games and fills out crossword puzzles with you.

Of course he steals your panties! (Unless you give them to him) 😂 Now that the two of you are so close, he doesn't dote on anyone but you, and you enjoy it very much <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:

[triplehmunson]

𝔓𝔒𝔙: Enemies to lovers with Stefan Salvatore (fem! Reader) ‼️warning⚠️: little smut! Mention of erotic things, cute very cute! there is no age difference, You're of age! Stefan is a cute and a little bit perv future boyfriend! Fem! Reader 🥰✨🫢 enemies to lovers!

You:

You meet Stefan thanks Elena when you went to see her on the way out of the university.

You don't like Stefan at all, you feel like he's the typical Fuck boy that exists anywhere.

When you went to a game to see Elena and Caroline who were the cheerleaders of the team where Stefan was the captain, by "accident" Stefan hit you with the ball and instead of apologizing he laughed with his friends and made you look ridiculous.

Since that horrible day you hate him with all your being and even wish that something bad would happen to him, you know, Karma!

One night when you left the house to go shopping you discovered that Stefan was a vampire, you were shocked because you didn't believe they still existed.

You had a problem, is that you You hated vampires since they killed the love of your life, you swore that the night you were going to transform into a wolf you were going to kill those who took your boyfriend's life.

You had some strange dreams where Stefan was on top of you, he was biting you but you didn't scream for help, rather you moaned his name and asked for more, that made you wake up panting and sweating.

Every time you went to see Elena to help her with her relationship with Damon, who was your best friend, you always saw her with that "cocky idiot" as you had nicknamed Stefan.

When you tried to talk to her, he always interrupted you saying: "Come on, baby, you can't wait your turn to talk to Elena, oh I know! You're going to tell her that you touch yourself thinking about me" and you turn red from shame and anger… How dare he say something like that!

Unfortunately for you, you found out at a dinner with your friends, which included Damon, Elena, Caroline and her boyfriend Klaus Mikaelson, because Stefan, that "big idiot" was Damon's brother, your jaw literally fell when you saw that the boy who most you hated was the brother of one of your best friends, this couldn't be real!

Who knew that the hatred you felt for Stefan was slowly turning into love, since whenever you saw him with other girls you would get extremely jealous.

Every time Stefan bothered you or looked at you, the colors rose to your face, at first you didn't know why but you loved having his attention, it made you feel special.

Although you didn't admit it in front of him or your friends, you loved it when he called you names like: "baby" "princess" "annoying little thing" "sexy immature" "sweetie" "doll"

Y/n: Since I hate Stefan I want to hit him but at the same time I want to sleep in his arms while his pretty eyes look at me and his pretty lips kiss me.

You love his back madly since it is wide, it looks soft and how you want to scratch him when it becomes possible for him to make you his.

Stefan:

Stefan already knew you for a long time thanks to his brother.

You always caught his attention especially since you were short in his eyes, you were a cutie.

"He said or pretended" to hate you so as not to attract the attention of others and be described as weak, especially his friends, you know, he has to preserve his "popularity".

He loved when you got angry because you made a pout that made him want to eat you with kisses.

He once heard a rumor that you were in a relationship with Elijah Mikaelson, that made him extremely jealous, his nature as the "ripper" came to light every time he thought about you with another man other than him.

Despite his "angelic face" Stefan was very possessive of his "angel" that is, you.

His jealousy was not so extreme or possessive to the extreme, nor did he want to see himself as a monster, he wanted to be your protector, your safe place, the love of your life.

He did know that you were a wolf thanks to a conversation he had with Klaus since he knew the "boss" of your pack.

He was not ashamed to admit that he had erotic dreams about you, whenever he woke up sweating and panting he wished you were there to help him with his "problems."

One day at the gym where you went with Caroline (Stefan also goes to that gym) he saw that you were going to do yoga and when he saw you in those yoga pants he got hard and horny and he held on until he could not take you right then and there or take you away. to the bathroom to make you his until you're tired.

He loved madly, your laugh was like music to his ears and your smile was like a drug for him, it was very addictive.

He plans to marry you and have a big family by your side.

The only person who can stop the actions of the "ripper" is you, since you are his angel, the love of his life.

Stefan loves your neck madly. In his eyes it looks so soft and flexible. Many times he has fantasized about fitting his fangs and feeding on you while he imagines that you moan his name asking for more.

Stefan: You're going to see my angel, very soon you're going to be mine, you're going to be in my arms and I'm going to kiss you and hug you and I'm never going to let you go... I'm going to protect you with my life if necessary.

[eruanna1875]

An Entirely New Kind of Lost (OTGW x BTTF)

Chapter One: The Photograph

For @incomingalbatross :)

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Marty gasped, clutching at his chest, and swayed. Memories wavered in his mind—his own hand, vanishing before his very eyes; his heartbeat, fading into silence; the world around him, turning to mist, as the tick of time flatlined.

But his heart at least was beating now. In fact, it was what had startled him so when his eyes flew open. The pounding of it, as sharp in his chest as if it had never been there before. As if it didn't belong there.

Still, a pulse was a good sign. So was solid fingers, which (he doublechecked) he also had. His breathing was the only thing still a little unsteady.

A dream, he told himself, rubbing sleep and nightmare from his eye. Yeah. Yeah, that’s all it is. The whole thing was just…

His bleary vision cleared. And the truth shocked theory from his thoughts.

He wasn’t in his room in 1985. He wasn’t at Doc’s. He wasn’t in his grandparents’ house in 1955. He wasn’t even lying down. No, Marty was standing upright, dressed in this old zoot suit, in the middle of a dark wood. And he had no idea where he was.

“Doc?”

His voice sounded feeble, dwarfed in the midst of these huge, silent trees.

“Da—” He cleared his throat. “Uh, G-George? George, you here? Lorraine?”

The only reply was a distant echo. Of what, he didn’t know.

Marty shook his head, putting a hand to its side. How’d he get here? What, did Biff and his cronies knock him out, drag him into the middle of nowhere? But it didn’t make sense! It was only a minute ago he was at the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance! In fact, he was just playing the guitar, up on the stage, watching his parents as they…

As they…

“No.”

He fumbled around inside his jacket. He searched every pocket, in it or his pants. Then he searched for more pockets. His hunt came up more and more empty. His hands grew more and more frantic.

Marty’s eyes happened to glance up. And there it was. Lying on the ground, face down by the roots of a tree. He must have dropped it.

Plunging to his knees, he snatched the familiar photograph from amidst the leaves. He brushed off the specks of dirt that had dared soil it. Then, holding his breath, Marty turned it over.

It was empty.

The only thing in the picture was the little well at his aunt’s house.

No Dave. No Linda.

No him.

“No.” He folded and unfolded it. “Oh, no.” His out-of-place pulse almost stopped. “No, no, no, please, God, not—”

His voice cracked. Giving up words, he turned over, his back against damp dirt and damp tree, and buried his head in his hands. He felt the photo film against his forehead. He didn’t care.

George and Lorraine had walked away from each other. He saw it. It was the last thing he’d seen before everything faded. All his plans to get them back together, George decking Biff, him playing at the dance, all of it failed. He failed. And now, because of him, his family never came to be.

If any nightmare could’ve been worse than what happened at the mall that night, it was this.

“The Doc was right,” he murmured, voice close to failing too as his hands dropped. “I screwed up, I busted the timeline, and… now we’re all gone. My brother, my sister, me, we’re all…” His head thumped back against the tree trunk. “Geez, we’re not even dead, are we? We’re just…”

Marty opened his eyes.

Lifted his head.

Glanced around.

“Where am I?”

Uncertain, he pulled himself up. He had to brush off a vine or two first (he must’ve sat right down in a bunch of them), but he scrambled to his feet, peering at the landscape surrounding him. And… it didn’t make sense.

“Doesn’t look like Heaven or Hell,” he muttered, running through every description he’d heard, on every Sunday morning of his life. Then, a question asked itself. “Where do people go if they never existed?”

A noise, making him jolt. That didn’t sound like something that existed either. Heck, was it even human? Or would that be worse?

Heart thumping, Marty darted his glance round. No one in sight. No thing either—the noise wasn’t nearly far enough away, but it wasn’t close either. He was… safe? Or not in direct danger, at least.

But he didn’t feel safe. The trees were dark and thick about him. The faint wind tasted like no autumn he’d ever known. This place, wherever it was, didn’t look or sound or feel like anything even close to his hometown.

Everything was strange, and nothing was familiar.

“Okay,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair, “no family, no Hill Valley, no Doc. Totally new.”

A hesitance.

“What now?”

The woods didn’t answer.

Marty sighed sharply and started pacing, marching clockwise. It wasn’t right. It was even less right than spending a whole week in the wrong year. Sure, he’d gotten stranded in the past. Sure, he’d been punched by Biff and given weird looks by everybody else in town. Sure, he’d met his parents and messed up everything for them (and everybody else in his family). But at least he’d known…

His pace slowed like a clock winding down.

At least he’d known.

At least they’d been his town, his parents. At least something had belonged.

His feet almost clicked to a stop.

Now his heartbeat didn’t even belong in his chest.

“What kind of lost is this?” Marty murmured, shaking his head hopelessly. The knots in his throat refused to let him answer.

Blinking back grief, he stared at the photograph. His mind filled it with memories, the ghosts of everything lost to him. They chilled like winter down his collar. They drifted like mist in his eyes. There. Gone, forever. Ghosts.

And suddenly, one ghost came close enough to touch.

“If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.”

Marty’s eyes widened before he even realized he’d said the words aloud. He froze. Then, a breath slipped out, almost smiling as it escaped.

The Doc had told him that. Doc told him. And, heck, Marty said it to George, too. To his dad.

Doc. Dad.

The names made his heart rise.

“I think this qualifies as anything.”

Fists clenched, Marty took off in what seemed the best direction, with stumbling steps and blind hope. What exactly he was doing, even he didn’t know. But he would do it. Or at least, now he could believe he could.

The photograph never left his hand.

~~*~~

Inspired by this post (and its reblog as well):

Not sure when I'll continue, or directly how, but I hope you liked it, my friend!

[clarafell]

❝  A witch...   ❞         She murmurs the idea, almost thoughtfully with a faint hint of... melancholy. The idea that floated to her ears on this slightly chilly breeze would not have been fun to her past self. The same person that once wielded a shield to control time would have not appreciated the costume suggestion in the slightest, even if it did sound quite cute. Her current self, however, manages a small smile at the abrupt idea. She wished Robin would have said anything else since that particular suggestion caught the attention of Kyubey.

She caught the look that Kyubey gave them...

The feline-like being turns to give them an emotionless glance once he hears that familiar word. To Robin, it must look like he wants some of Robin's meal. Perhaps the octopus-shaped sausage. Homura, however, knows quite well that Kyubey has heard of the word from her when she told him of the old universe. They haven't spoken about it since that night, but she doubts Kyubey would forget so easily. The concept of Witches. He dismissed her theory as nothing but a figment of her imagination, but she knew that he was still intrigued by the more interesting theory nonetheless.

Later, she would have to defend her name to the creature. He said that no one named Madoka Kaname existed. It must have bothered her so much, but she had no time to pick fights when she had to fight Wraiths. When they had to fight Wraiths. Mami and Sayaka used to join her on the roof, but it looks like Kyoko liked to sneak inside as well. Robin has joined them. All they were missing is the warm presence of Madoka—

No, they were missing Madoka and Sayaka. But the Law of Cycles spirited away Sayaka. It was hard for all of them, but Homura had been the first to recover. Kyoko and Mami were still having a rough time. Mami had faith that they will all meet again once their weary souls were welcomed into the radiant light of the Law of Cycles. Time moves forward, finally letting go of the Spring season.

But Homura struggles to keep up with the present time.

What bothered her is that everyone got to remember Sayaka, but all she had were faint memories of Madoka. She noticed that flickers of doubt and worry have sometimes entered her mind. But then the soft fabric from the red ribbon she wore in her hair every single day insisted that Madoka is real. She had Madoka's ribbon. But she still struggles from time to time. Kyubey telling her that it was all a dream rings over and over in her mind when she tries to go to sleep.

Lately, she has been keeping her mind busy by hunting Wraiths in her free time before and after school. She has adjusted easily to using her Memory Manipulation magic, but her hand sometimes reaches for something that doesn't exist in this rewritten universe. Her shield is long gone. She has effortlessly gotten comfortable with her memory magic, but it took time to adjust to wielding a bow. Not that anyone would notice since she looked like she had skill with her weapon.

O, how her heart longed to be trained by Madoka! She remembers that she was always so skilled with her weapon that it looked like magic that you would see in a fairytale story. Homura has gotten better over summer until she believes that she can rival Madoka. Not that she would ever dare fight against her— Not even during any training sessions. Only Madoka would be able to push her to do that.

❝  That sounds like a good idea, I suppose...   ❞         She looks down, thinking about the compliment on her hair only reminds her of how different her days back in Tokyo were. She was running late one windy day that she didn't have time to braid her hair with her purple ribbons. She entered the private academy in a panting, slightly dizzy state with windblown hair. It didn't take long, but she startled a couple of her peers when she would turn around the corner. Her long hair and pale complexion ignited the whispers of the ghost girl, Sadako, to come back to life.

She made sure to not slip up again by arriving to school ever again unless her hair is back to braids. That specific rumor would be buried away as long as she kept up her neat appearance. Other rumors would take its place, but she learned how to tune them out. She will be forgotten. She would eventually land back in the hospital, though. Eventually, she will be discharged and arrive at a new school.

Homura isn't sure how to feel about Robin's compliment. Part of her doubts how sincere she is, but she doesn't voice these doubts aloud. All she does is move on with their topic. She pushes her lunch away, not feeling particularly hungry today. She allows for Kyubey to gobble everything up from her bento box. Little did any of them know, Kyubey isn't hungry for food.

No, he wants answers.

But he is willing to be patient until the day comes when Homura's diamond-shaped gem is tainted... When she is all alone. Only then will the experiment begin within the privacy of their ideal location. Homura may remember too much for one girl to handle, but she didn't realize one thing that is missing: Kyubey collected a sample of her shield once she broke it. Her words that he once dismissed as impossible from a detailed dream have turned out to be completely possible.

With this small piece of the broken shield came the realization that everything Homura said is actually true. Only one timeline is forgotten by Homura, the one where she befriended a Wraith that took the form of Madoka. But Kyubey? He kept his memory of that timeline. All he had to do is wait until the day arrives when Homura wanders a little too far from home to hunt down a group of Wraiths all by herself...

But that day is not yet here.

❝  Now that we got my costume out of the way... Can you please allow me to help you find your costume?   ❞         She looks up now to look over at Robin. There is a more genuine smile on her face now as she smoothly turns the topic back onto Robin. She tries to not lament over the heartbreaking fact that Madoka would not be able to join them. She longed for Robin to remember because it would be nice to have someone to talk to whenever she felt lost, but she knew that is pointless.

Homura will try to relax right now. The talk of dressing up sounded like a nice distraction. She knew that she will be busy with hunting Wraiths, but... It is alright to lower her guard, right? At least for a little while. Madoka would have wanted her to try to be happy right now with Robin...

❝  Personally, I think a wolf would be a little boring since you can already change into one when we are fighting.   ❞         Not that anyone outside of their small, small group would know about their shared secrets. But Homura thought it would be nice to explore something new for a change. Plus, she is pretty sure that Kyoko wants to dress up as a wolf. The idea of Kyoko dressing up as a wolf fondly reminded Homura of Little Red Riding Hood fairytale. She always did cherish fairytales, no matter how dark they could be.

❝  How about a traditional vampire? With some fancy clothes! You would look so… noble, mysterious, and quite charming. What do you think?   ❞

@clarafell - from this

The world had begun anew. Without Walpurgisnacht, Mitakihara was safe, able to continue beyond that dreaded spring, past the monsoon season, into summer vacation and semester...

Until at last, the world began to decay. Leaves changed color. The uniforms went from short-sleeved blouses to long sleeves, stockings rolled up higher.

Robin had snuck onto the roof of Mitakihara Junior High, per usual, wanting to eat lunch with the girls she protected during Wraith hunts. On her lap, a homemade bento of tamago sandwiches and little tako-sausages sat half eaten, a bottle of coffee-au-lait beside her on the bench.

"Mmm... Maybe you could dress as a witch? You have such long, beautiful hair. It'd look great with a big witch's hat, and the big poofy dress." Not knowing the connotations of her idea, the elder Magi just popped a sausage into her mouth.

[lilacsandamethysts]

Home sweet home

Pairing: Scaramouche x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Arriving home is always enjoyable, being greeted like this is even better.

Warnings: domestic fluff, one curse word, mentions of parenting and family life

A/n: Tbh at first I didn't get the appeal behind Scaramouche but after reading a few fics and realizing that he is the only-soft-for-their-s/o type I was hooked. Take this domestic fluff that hit me at 2 am.

The walk up the hill was always tiresome. Ever since they chose this location to build their home, he would get extra exercise whenever he left. But he knew it was worth every pant and grunt. Their small home was on top of a hill in the border of Liyue and Mondstadt, far away from the harbor and any close interaction with fatui business but also close enough to civilization in case of an emergency. He remembers travelling with her across the country trying to find the perfect location in the limited time they had left before things changed drastically. She was understanding of his concerns regarding the fatui; of course they would threaten to use her against him once they found out about her existence. Her disappearance from their lines went unnoticed, she was a low ranked officer and part of his squad after all of course he would cover it up. Anything to keep her safe, even going against his order. Nothing would matter if she was taken away from him.

He huffed one last time as he reached the top, the house coming into view finally. Glaze lilies painted the garden blue with a few silk flower bushes bringing some pink into the picture. Walking through the small wooden gate he let out a sigh, catching a glimpse of the newest additions which consisted of jueyun chilies and violetgrass. It always amazed him how she managed to make anything flourish and grow, regardless of the circumstances. Then again she did manage to brighten up his life with a simple smile. A few wooden toys were scattered around, some he recognised others not, while a small bike lay against the grass on the right side of the main entrance to the house. Chuckling he picked it up, placing it against the wall knowing fully well she would be fuming if she saw it abandoned like that. He unlocked the door, letting it close behind him with a soft click as he inhaled deeply allowing the familiar smell engulf him. It smelt of firewood and cinnamon with a hint of roses. It smelt like home. He took off his boots and hat, placing them on the costume drawer near the wall before fully stepping into the familiar space chuckling at the more toys scattered around the place.

“I’m home…” He said softly. At first he thought neither of them heard him but soon stomping could be heard from the second floor and a worried voice saying to “be careful down the stairs”. Before he knew it a little boy with bright eyes and sloppily cut dark blue hair came into view, an excited squeal leaving his lips as he jumped into his arms hugging him with all his strength.

“Dad, you’re finally back!” The little boy giggled in his arms as he peppered him with kisses, his own arms squeezing the daylights out of the little man until a strangled little squeak left his lips. And just as another fit of giggles overcame his son, another person stepped into the room; eyes wide in shock as she took in the scene in front of her a few tears trailing down her cheeks as she stared at him. After a few more moments she snapped out of her stupor, sprinting into his arms as she engulfed both of her boys in a tight hug kissing his cheek then her son’s as she smiled up at him. He rubbed small circles on her back, answering her smile with a kiss on the tip of her nose and then one on his son’s, letting all the pent up love and affection he had hidden while he was away on his harbinger duties flow between them.

“Welcome home, Scar.” They stayed like that for a few long minutes before his little boy wanted to be let down, grasping his father’s hand, dragging him across the living room and up to his own room, something about showing him his new rock collection tumbling from his lips. Scaramouche, managed to spare one last glance to his love who was trying to hold back her laughter at the scene in front of her. Who would imagine that the double faced, rude and manipulative sixth harbinger, Scaramouche the Balladeer, was in fact a soft soul who was wrapped around his son’s pinky and his wife’s ring finger. He prefers it this way. The only thing he will admit he admires about his colleague Childe was his determination he puts into keeping his occupation as far away as possible from his loved ones. Scaramouche is applying the same method with the two people he cherishes most, he couldn’t imagine what could possibly follow if the other harbingers found out about his family.

After a long day of playing in the sun, chasing each other through the house and a whole afternoon of cooking together, all three of them were exhausted. The boy was passed out on his father’s chest as he laid in bed, one arm wrapped around his wife’s waist while the other lay on the boy’s hair playing with the silky soft strands of blue. He stirred in his sleep when his mother leaned over to give him a kiss but he didn’t wake up, instead he nestled deeper into his dad’s chest. Scaramouche, albeit tired, stayed awake staring at the ceiling basking in the warmth his two loves provided.

“I didn’t expect you to come home this week.” She said softly, tracing patterns on his right peck. “I thought things were hectic this month.”

“You want my professional or personal answer?” He turned to look at her, their noses touching lightly. Her eyes bore into his and without even needing to say anything he knew the answer. “I missed you. Both of you. Things are still out of hand and will continue to be for quite some time but I felt like I was drowning in there. Everything was too much and I couldn’t wait until I could come visit.” He kissed her once, their lips molding together into a sensual kiss leaving them both gasping for air.

“Plus... Childe was being a pain in the ass.”

[apollo41writes]

Goodnight prompt 52/∞

Fandom: Teen Wolf Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski AUs/Tropes: A/B/O, Meet cute (kinda) Prompt: Derek is aware that the cute Omega that goes to the prenatal yoga classes at the studio on the other side of the road MUST be already someone else's Omega. He still has a little bit of a silly crush on him anyway.

Extra details: Do I know who I would want Stiles to have slept with to end up pregnant and without a partner? Absolutely not.

I have no clues whatsoever, so for this one let's just say random OC that was probably a one night stand and maybe the condom broke or something and Stiles didn't realize until he actually found out he was pregnant.

Maybe he even manages to contact the asshole that put the bun in his oven, but this OC is like "fuck no, just have an abortion or something". But Stiles wants the kid, so he just tell random OC to go to hell and that he'll manage as a single parent.

Stiles does know that if he wants to actually have a healthy kid he needs to get his life together and have a routine instead of just eating or sleeping whenever his body starts to scream for him to pay attention to his basic needs.

Which is how he ends up going to these prenatal yoga classes Lydia recommends to him. She also kind of recommends them only to force Stiles into wearing tight yoga pants that she now has an excuse to buy him as a gift.

But Stiles enjoys them. And as a bonus there's this grumpy dude at the flower shop on the other side of the door that he can stare at when comes and goes from the yoga studio. He might be projecting a little, but he's sure that the very attractive man was watching him back.

Stiles doesn't think he does that because he's interested of course. Who would be interested in an omega that is already very visibly pregnant. Maybe he's just annoyed that Stiles leers at him all the fucking time.

Still, when the anniversary of Claudia's death rolls around, Stiles decides he might as well go to the mysterious man's shop for his usual bouquet of flowers.

Stiles is, of course, even more in love with Derek -which he now knows the name of because it's embroidered on Derek's apron- because Stiles just mentioned the occasion and Claudia's favorite flowers and Derek made for him the most beautiful bouquet of flowers. And he even gave him a "new client's discount" once he realizes that maybe the bouquet is actually not in Stiles' budget.

If Stiles is kind of sure that discount didn't exist before he strolled inside Derek's shop, he's certainly not gonna voice it. Just in case he's just delusional about Derek blushing when Stiles said he'll be back for sure.

And Stiles definitely doesn't have the money to buy flower's twice a month, but he does so anyway. He even convinces himself he actually has the money for it since he can't drink caffeine anymore so he can spend at Derek's the money he used to spend at Starbuck's.

Healthy life choices, right? He's absolutely being a grown up.

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi Aineeeee time for some angstyyyy

Can I request William and s/o having an argument while William is oveeeeertired to argue then suddenly Patri took over and said meanie things to s/o. Of course s/o is not aware of Patri's existence inside William's body so she is very shocked and upset about it. Ending is up to you!! But please make it fluff 🤧

Thank you! Have a great day, lovvvv uuu 💓

Hello bby <33

This is quite a good request not gonna lie! I love it because it's the first time I writing a request of William with Patry in existence in his body! hehehe

William Vangeance x f! reader

TW: angst, profanities

"I'm sorry y/n, I really can't do this with you right now." William pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat on the couch.

"What do you mean you can't do this right now??" you bellowed, "Then when? Like are you ever free?"

"I've been busy with work, so I really want to just rest for now.." William leaned his head backwards and closed his eyes, "y/n can we just talk about this over the weekends?"

"Honestly William," you stood at the other end of the room, still upset about your man missing your anniversary date because of captainly duties, "are you sure you are not just taking me for granted?"

"Will you just shut up?"

William's eyes opened and his beautiful purple orbs turned a cold yellow. His features were similar but his lashes were silver, just like his hair, which was now long. But the most prominent thing of all.. Was his scar. It disappeared. There were symbols or markings on his face instead.

"W-who are you?" you muttered, feeling fear all of a sudden.

"I'm Patry and I'm an elf residing in william's body. We share the body if you would say."

"Where is William!" you questioned.

"He was too tired, so I took over and he's currently in sleep" he replied nonchalantly, "anyway he honestly doesn't have to deal with a brat like you. It's a waste of his time."

"Bring William back!" your grimoire rose as you got ready to fight. But Patry didn't even so much as flinch.

"Are you going to injure William's body? You can go ahead." he didn't even look at you, he was marvelling at his manicured nails.

"Why are you here now then?" you stared a hold in him. If looks could kill, Both Patry and William would be dead by your death glare.

"Look little girl. William is exhausted and here you are running your mouth of like a little bitch when he's home. Do you know what he has to go through as captain of the golden dawn? The best squad in Clover Kingdom?"

Patry suddenly stood up and crossed his arms, "Do you know how annoying you are miss y/n?"

You could only stare at him, lips slightly parted but no words came from your mouth. The words pricked at you in your heart and it showed from the tears starting to cloud your eyes.

"Enough!" Patry suddenly shouted. You snapped back into focus and wiped your tears away, only to find William standing in front of you again, holding onto his chest, panting.

"y/n.." he looked at you remorsefully as he walked towards you.

"No.." you stepped back, "Don't come near."

He looked at you with tears in your eyes, frightened and hurt. William has never felt his heart sink this way and in pain until today. "I-I'm sorry y/n... that.. wasn't me.."

"it's convenient huh? Being able to switch out and talk some crap and then say that it wasn't you." you snapped suddenly, "which is the real you? I do not know anymore.."

William's head hung low as he remained silent in guilt.

"I know that wasn't the William I know." you spoke after a few moments of silence, " but it doesn't change the fact that you hid this truth from me all these while."

William pursed his lips for awhile, before speaking up, "if it isn't too late now.. can you please hear me out..?"

You were still livid and slightly frightened, but the curiosity still got the better of you. "Sure. Better make it good, else I'm leaving."

You crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to speak.

He told you about waking up one day with Patry inside of him. And who he was, and what elfs were. He talked about how Patry has been co-living in his body all these while and that sometimes Patry takes over and does his own things. He finally shared about how he sympathised with Patry and how he could also feel Patry's pain and frustrations inside of him.

"So..." you said after he finished his story, "you're going to be living with him in your body for god knows how long? Maybe forever?"

William nodded.

"And I have to live with you having dual personality?"

"..." William remained silent for awhile, thinking about your question as he fiddled with his fingers. "technically it's two souls in one body and Patry is not me so..."

"So?" you were still livid at this rude stranger's appearance. "He could still switch in anytime right?"

"Actually.. Mostly he can't.. Unless I was extremely tired like earlier and lost for conscious for abit.. but mainly I have control of this body."

William stepped forward, but this time you didn't move away. He held onto your face gently and wiped your tears away, "I'm sorry love, it won't happen again.."

You held Williams hands that were caressing your cheeks and put them back to the sides of his body. William's face fell as he saw the cold tone in your eyes.

"y/n.." William pleaded, "don't leave just like that.. I know you wanted to celebrate our anniversary. I do have plans for that. So please give us another chance?"

"I just... need some time to think, okay?" you took a deep breath as you looked at the white washed ceilings of your shared home. "It's just too much to take in all of a sudden."

"O-okay.." William muttered sadly, "I'll leave you alone for now."

"Yeah, you should rest.." you walked pass him and left the house, leaving William with cold silence.

---

About a week later, both of you haven't really spoke much except for small meaningless talks. But you were clear minded now and William had also had time to reflect on his actions.

He came into the study room where you were doing some work and knocked on the door.

"y/n.. can we talk..?" William spoke quietly and carefully, as if he were threading on thin ice.

"Yeah.. I guess," knowing what he was going to talk about.

"First of all.. Patry wants to speak to you.. is that ok?" William asked.

The sound of his name made your eyes twitched a bit, but you reluctantly agreed. William sat on the sofa and close his eyes as he 'transformed'. You sat there in awe as Patry appeared before you again.

"Miss y/n. It seems I have misunderstood somethings about you and I am here to apologise." This honeyed orbs stared at you, "In the past I thought you were just a nuisance to William but after some thought, I realised that William has his fair shares of mistakes."

You just looked at him blankly, unsure of what to say. You looked at his face, it was indeed similar to William but the features were slightly different.

"You do not have to forgive me, but please forgive William as he truly does love you. Just as he can feel my feelings, I can feel his too. I shall take my leave now."

With that, William came back again.

"Y/n, I just wanted to apologise to you for neglecting you. Being busy is not an excuse." he looked at you earnestly, hoping for a reply.

"Mhmm.." you thought about how sad you were the past week whenever you thought of leaving William, only coming to a conclusion in the end that you did not want to leave and wanted to stay by his side. "I do apologise for my nagging and for being not understanding towards your workload."

"Please do not apologise dear," he finally let out a small smile, "I've booked your favourite restaurant for Saturday, on our first anniversary. Would you still want to go?"

"Mmm, sounds good." you let out a little smile.

"Love?" William stood up and looked at your with a pleading eye, "could I get a hug please?"

You let out a little scoff and a smile, before standing up and walking into his embrace. He hugged you tightly and you could feel all his emotions and worries that were kept within him, pouring into the hug.

"We'll be okay, right?" William whispered into your hair, "I can't bear to lose you."

"Yes, we will dear." you muttered back, "yes we will."

-end-

[fluffyydumplings]

Chocolate and Wine

Pairing: alpha!hoseok x alpha!male reader / yandere!hoseok x male reader

Genre: angst / a/b/o!au / cheating!au / yandere!au

Plot: He doesn’t care about who you go to after a stressful day. As long as you always come back to him, he’ll let it go.

Warning: obsessiveness / kidnapping / bone-cracking / violence/ kicking / bleeding / guilt-tripping/ manipulativeness / possessiveness / intense kissing / infidelity / profanity / mentions of sex (no smut.. I don't write smut) / begging / murder / use of sleep-inducing drugs

Word Count: 919 words

A/N: Thank you anon, for this lovely request that I might have accidentally or not so accidentally turned dark. I wrote this in one sitting. My first yandere and omegaverse fanfic. I might have messed up in certain aspects of the omegaverse trope. But... forgive me.. I am yet to gain full knowledge of this world.

Tag: @kookkaine

The empty bed, broken promises, forgotten birthdays, and missed calls. Hoseok knew for a very long time that things have changed. Yet despite that, he didn't want to dig deep into it. He didn’t want things to change. And if pretending so would do the deal, so it be. 

'Your boss kept you in?' the tingling smell of tooth-rottenly sweet grape soda lingers in the air. He could never get tired of it. 

'Hoseok.. I think it's about time-'

'Your lips look tired,' the sweet chocolate that usually enveloped him is starting to faint.

He bit hard, moaning and groaning in between. Pushing the younger harshly against the wall, the gentle curve of his fingers wrapped around your head.

‘I’m cheating on you.’

‘I know,’ his voice vibrates into your soul as he whispers against the tip of your ear.

‘I like her,’ pure bitterness wafts away. 

He smelled fresh out of a cacao factory. 

‘But she’s not me,’ hints of wine hit the air.

Whoever said wine and chocolate would go well together? The intensity only makes you want to barf. Yet the sweetness hidden within it prevents you from doing so. Like a hand held to your neck. Your breathing barely there, but refusing to falter away.

'Hoseok.. I don't want you.’

At your confession, he growls, pushing himself away. His heart and soul ached. Whatever happened to your love?

'No.. I refuse! You can fuck her! You can pound into her all you want! But when you're home, you're mine! You're fucking mine!'

'Do you get that?'

Earthy, nutty, musky, and pungent... You reeked of fermented grape juice.

‘No! I don't want you anymore Hoseok..' 

Sometimes he forgets that you're both psychologically and socially dominant beings. Refuses to listen and loves control.

Omegas and Alphas.. That's how it always worked. 

Yet.. he fell for you. No, he became obsessed with you. 

Your whole existence itself is intimidating. Oh.. how he almost peed his pants when he first saw you. But.. you're so gentle and sweet. Never submissive, but very much breed-able. How could he not want you?

'No... Don't go..' he'll make you stay somehow.. even if he'd have to betray his instincts as an alpha.

He does have to admit. His skin itches at every syllable his lips spill.

You like being in control.. You like him below your feet, and ready to bow before you. He'll use that against you if he has to.

'Please... Pretty please.'

He was begging.. Hoseok was begging.. ?!

'It won't work on me.'

Looks like he’ll have to switch gears.

'Don't you remember when I saved you from falling? Without me, you would be dead.’

‘I cook for you every day. Without me, you’ll starve.’

‘Without me, you wouldn’t have a roof over your head!’

‘Without me! You’re nothing!’

‘That was the past.’

Why does his mate have to be such a smartass?.. More reasons to keep you.

‘But, I’ve done so much for you.. Why are you leaving me? I love you! I love you so much! Is this how you repay my love? Oh, Y/N! Did your father teach you that? Oh- wait.. He died giving birth to you.'

'Hoseok.. We agreed to never bring that up..' you were quivering for once.

He adores how weak you look right now. His alpha is so unlike what he normally would be. How could he not love the sight of that?

‘We..’ even the littlest of hope he is willing to hold on to.

'So, You're not leaving me?' he smirks.

'No.. I love her, Hoseok.'

'That omega?.. She reeks of vanilla.. And spoiled milk..’

‘How did you know?’ you refuse to lay vulnerable before him yet again, your question hard as bricks thrown against his chest. 

‘She screams prettily too.’

‘Is that why you like her so much?’ he starts screaming.

‘What did you do?’ your tone firm and powerful.

‘Baby.. You reek of liquor. I don't like liquor. We should pour some sugar on you..' you faint into his arms.

'Now I can keep you forever.' he tugs the needle out of your neck, the smell of your blood turning him feral.

'What's up little omega? You're a pretty one? Aren't you?' she struggles, her hands bonded by rope and her throat shoved shut with fabric.

‘He sure likes pretty things,’ Hoseok mutters, kicking her in the stomach.

‘Unfortunately.. I don’t.’

‘Stop moving your hands,’ he steps on her, the sound of bones cracking lighting his face up in joy.

‘Oops..’ 

‘Now.. my little baby..' he fastens you to the wall with metal chains.

The sugary sweetness never to return.

He comes back to feed you every day, lulling you back to sleep whenever you decide to go against him. (As in, rattling the chains in an attempt to set yourself free) He won’t let you get away that easily. Your his. His! And only his!

'I love you..' he'd whisper every night, hissing at your unceasingly rotten-like smell.

Nevertheless, he loves you. And he knows you do too. He'd have to find a way to stop you from smelling like wine though. He detested wine more than anything. 

It makes his scent become all rigid and piney. Like he rubbed unrefined chocolate in all the crevices of his body. As though he swallowed a plantation worth of roasted cacao trees. So much, his body is starting to become one with them.

‘Til the day you fall to your demise, my love. You are mine.’

[kanmom51]

I wonder: if I showed this simple (and definitely incomplete) list of things Jikook did with each other to some outsider... would they think they are a couple or not?

(-> YES. YES THEY WOULD. The fact that people have the gut to discredit them because they are same sex members of a boy group blows my mind! The overly pushed heteronormative is especially disgusting :/)

JM is JK 's emergency contact

JK has JM initials tattoed on his ring finger

they know e/o's family very well JK's mom loves JM JK references JM's father multiple times JK's brother seem to like JM a lot

JM gave JK a '(love)bite' on his neck

JK nibbled on JM's ear on a stage in front of 66k people after saying 'I love you'

JK called JM baby

JK called JM dangshin

JM called JK puppy prince

JK drops honorifics with JM

you are me I am you

they where together on free days/national holidays

they are often seen arriving and leaving together in the same car

JK said JM is the perfect person to marry

JK always gives JM his full attention when JM is talking

JK said JM is the member who gave him the most confort

they went to see the first snow together

they wore matching outfits on valentine's day

they went on a private holiday together (JK's present to JM for his birthday)

JK recorded their holiday together and published the video as his last present to JM (said video has romantic undertones and lyrics)

JK has preferential treatment for JM - pancake - never getting angry and letting JM get away with anything - scolding the other members when they talk over JM

they have special voices/tones for e/o

they share or match clothes jeans shirts green jackets vampire t-shirt olive brewery sweater grey t-shirt pants/shirt by LV check collection olive green and balck plaid jacket purple shirt and purple marni sweater shoes on several occasions

they went on a date to disneyland

they went on a date bowling

they went on a date ice skating

they touch in sus places neck (both) inner thighs (both) waist (JK to JM) chest (JM to JK) hair/face/lips (both) ass (both)

they hold hands for no reason

they back-hug for no reason

they side-hug for no reason

they hug for no reason

they sit on top of e/o

JK gravitates towards JM

JK stares at JM a lot esp his lips

they cuddle

JM said he would go to the moon with JK

JM said he would feel safe with JK even on a deserted island

JM said JK is a reliable banreyo

JK said everything about JM is cute

JK said JM is the cutest

JK said JM with makeup is sexy

JK said 'if it's sexy, it's JM hyung'

JM said he loves waking up and seeing JK

JK portraied his and JM morning routine in the music video for LGO bc he wanted realism

JM said the part of his heart that thinks about JK is quite big

JK woke up early on a 'retreat' in New Zeland to collect snow and gift it to JM

JK said JM's existence is honey for him

they have been seen going shopping together

they have been seen working out together

they have given e/o plenty of compliments (even on their phisical appearence)

the thing JK is most sorry for is an argument with JM when they were younger

jin repeatedly teased them for their couply behavior

they flirt on stage magic shop

they naturally pair up for group pictures

they wait for e/o to head home

they give e/o advice on dancing, performance and singing

they are together at weird hours at night (night buddies coff coff)

V called them out several time for being together alone instead of with him (vlives)

they said they better not do vlives together bc they distract e/o

the members refers to them as a unit

staff has said they never see them separated

they have questionable selcas together (of buised lips and shared beds)

JK said JM is shameless

they flirt a lot during downtime

JM seems to like being picked up/carried around by JK

JM said JK is his happy virus

JK said he makes JM happy. JM didn't deny

rabbit spit

JM saying JK likes being tied up

allusive pick up lines everywhere my heart is burning why are you acting cute detective play with me arrest me do you think you can always be forgiven bc you are cute it's not our first time I want you why do you always come to my room give me a kiss why am I so erotic? I am going to be your future boyfriend are you happy bc of me? Don't you hear my heartbeat? I purple u do you like me that much? This is my toy JK's holy sweat You gotta spank him although he's older

questionable subtitles provided for context star, wind and romance mood and they lived happily ever after JK is happy with JM kate minslet and leonardo jungcaprio JM is JK's favourite model the director is getting into it JM and JK are one the maknae is happy thanks to JM hearts, cute comments and music from the editing team over their interactions

the sun and moon duo

golden closet film

big romantic gestures for e/o JM getting back to korea from Paris for JK's birthday JK singing romantic songs to JM

korea's open secret

being seen together taking a covid swab

JM always stays afterhours to reharse with JK

they are e/o biggest fanboys

JK is protective of JM (airport)

jimmeo and kookliet

JM got annoyed Jin called him while he was spending time with JK

they went on a boat date to see the red moon

they went to see malta together

JK is often potographing or filming JM

they have moments together that are proper misteries and so weird the mosquito net incident the whole osaka vlives fiasco the various 'home' references laguna beach the kiss sound video while JK reharses weird tweets/hashtags what do you want for your birthday, do you have a desire? Ambiguous use of the world ARMY what is tasty in Busan JM's manager the tissue incident the incriminated-selfie gate

they seem to know everything about e/o

they mention e/o a lot

their last two solo songs are love songs (finding love in unexpected places and the joy coming from happy love)

j-hope mixes them up a lot

JM has plenty of cute pet names for JK

JM said 'it could appear as if JK is simply somebody close to him who is younger (but...)'

JM is always with JK when he is phisically or emotionally hurt

JK often massages JM for his chronic pain

JM often massages/caresses JK bc yes

JK imitated JM's dangerous dieting in order to make him realize how bad it was

they have private (questionable) videos dancing together/practicing alone

JK took over a call JM did to Jin on vlive to say 'I love you'

JK said 'I love you JM' in the mic after a concert

JK said 'I love you' to JM on the red carpet in sign language

They both said they get hyped when they make eye contact on stage

JK gave JM the cutie award

JK stays close to JM when JM falls asleep in public places

they blew kisses to e/o

they got lost staring at e/o and forgot what they where doing JM on the red carpet both of them at awards

they paired accessories

they paired hair colors

they have a lot of admiration for e/o as people

JK lets (or makes) JM win

they get frequently lost in their own world

they reference things only the other understand

JK sometimes puts up a bit of a jealous act I do not approve of this

JM lets JK scold him

JK said to JM 'you are always number one for me'

JK said to JM 'I am always watching you'

JK has been recorded softly containing JM when he's on a perfectionist streak

they seek e/o out for comfort after performance hugging/hand holding

when one is hurt the other looks like he's suffering too JK on stage when JM broke down in the first virtual concert JM when JM got denied in a game

they defend e/o from the other members and have e/o's back

the other members separated them on several occasions when they got too touchy

personal space who?

They know things about e/o that are clearly not shared with the class brushing teeths snoring alarm ring sleeping time

black swan performance

they put e/o hands under the other's clothes to touch bare skin

JM kissed JK's neck

they feed e/o

spanking and ass-grabbing

they were caught on camera ogling e/o shamlessly

JM's weird strenght kink

JM said his camera roll is full ok JK

they have a different smile for e/o

other members said suspicious things about them together

JK only saw JM and J-hope during their official break

all the members minus JM complain about JK not answering his phone

heart eyes

drinking from the same bottle

blindly recognizing e/o's body parts just by touch or out of context photos

napping on each other (yeah, you read that right)

non-verbal communication over 9000

weird editorial cuts in backstage videos when the two of them are together

JM said 'JK falls asleep hugging me'

JM said 'JK plays hard to get but when he thinks I am sleeping he comes by and say I love you'

JM said he is the main model for GCF

JK said JM's photocard is sexy

JK sometimes hesitates in touching JM or holding him when he knows they r on camera

JK said JM is a fallen angel

JK praised JM's dancing several times

JK likes to tease JM

fixing e/o clothes

JK closes his eyes when JM touches him

JM run trough a whole stage abandoning his stage persona when he hought JK was being sick

JM puts JK's happiness first

similar mindset about important stuff in life

JM sat on JK. Uh. Different ways

JK putting his hands over JM while being hugged in order to drag JM even closer

JM ordering JK around and literally dragging him around

JK being overprotective

the members subtly panicking when JK/JM have to interact closely on camera

JM having to fight for JK's forgiveness while Jin was immediately let off the hook

Quite a list anon, lol. You put so much work into this list I couldn't not post it.

I do agree with most of your points if not all of them, but a good example of just how much there is out there to show how these two are the real deal.

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ ─ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦

after all this time, i start asking why i'm staying

were you ever mine?

are we something that's worth saving?

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, happy ending

❥ warnings ; cursing, themes of cheating

❥ synopsis ; you're will's s/o. when he comes home from work, you can tell he's off. what you didn't expect was him to kick you out.

❥ a/n ; none!

"Will?"

You call out after hearing the front door to your house open and shut. When you don't get a response, you get up from your laying position on the couch and approach the front door.

There, Will stood. His back was turned to you as he hung up his coat, and although you could not see his face, you could immediately tell he was off. Even the energy around him felt dark and tense.

"Oh, hey, hun.." You said anxiously, trying not to set him off in any way.

Will didn't react to your voice. Instead, he backed away from the clothing rack and walked past you, not even bothering to spare you a look. This wasn't the first time Will acted out like this, especially considering he was exhausted all the time from the work Crawford gave him. But he would at least greet you soon as he walked through the door, not flat out treat you as if you didn't exist.

"Will," you sighed dejectedly, more to yourself than to your boyfriend. You quietly followed him upstairs to the master bedroom, where he began to strip off his work clothes, changing into something more comfortable. Still, he ignored your presence. You had to make another move.

You slowly approached him from behind, placing your hands on his shoulders. You were immediately taken back when he forcefully removed himself from your touch and walked away to another corner of the room.

"Will, I just-"

"What?" he scoffed mockingly, "You just want to help?"

"You're my boyfriend, Will, of course I want to!"

He laughed.

"It certainly doesn't help when you breathe down my neck every fucking minute."

Tears pricked in your eyes, Will's vicious tone scaring you. You searched Will's own eyes, trying to find any trace of remorse or regret. He had none. You didn't even know who you were looking at.

"What are you talking about, Will? When you want space, I give you space. When you want love, I give you love! What more do you want from me?"

"I want you to leave."

And then it was quiet for a moment. You both stood there silently, feet away from each other, eyes burning holes into the others.

"..What?" You stared in disbelief. "Wh- What are you saying right now, Will?"

"I want you to leave. I want you gone, Y/N. I don't need you anymore."

"No," you bit your quivering lips, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Will averted his stare from your crying form, the floor suddenly becoming more interesting.

"No, you're lying. You're just saying that. You can fool everyone else, but you can't fool me."

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Lies. "It's best if you just leave."

You choked on a sob. "What?! Where is this coming from all of a sudden? We were okay just the other day!"

Will remained silent, still not daring to make eye contact with you.

"Is there someone else?"

"I- No, Y/N. I don't owe you an explanation."

"So this is it, then? You're just gonna kick me out?"

"Please, Y/N. Don't make this harder than it already is."

"This is hard for you?! You're not the one getting kicked out!"

Will sighed, somehow managing to remain calm while you screamed at him.

"I'm sorry." And the conversation ended there.

You began to pack your bags. You also phoned a friend, asking them if you could crash for a bit until you had a stable job and a home. You were not about to sleep on the sofa tonight.

You opened and slammed drawers, taking your anger out on furniture as you took your belongings with you. You also did it to spite Will, who attempted to get some sleep. But he did not complain. He continued to act as if you didn't exist.

It made you wonder. Where did it all go wrong? How long has he thought about leaving you? Was there another person?

Will wouldn't answer your questions. At this point, you didn't wanna know.

You were able to finish packing up within an hour. Will was still wide awake during that time, listening closely to the angry banging of furniture, quiet sniffles and shaky inhales as you tried the best you could to keep your composure.

You loaded all your bags into your car, getting ready to head to your friend's place. You went back inside to get a couple more things and look around the house a final time. You stopped by the front door as you were about to leave, your eyes landing on a picture on the windowsill of you and Will. Your already tired, red eyes welled with tears again. You opened up the frame, sliding the picture out and folding it into your pocket. Not like Will would want it in his house anyway.

And so you left.

You didn't say your goodbyes. You just left.

A week had gone by. Will carried on with his job as usual, attended his therapy sessions, but he never once mentioned you. Not a lot of people knew about you and Will's relationship, or what was once a relationship. Since his coworkers already knew so much, or what Will deemed to be enough information about him, he wanted to keep your relationship secret. Not that you minded.

The only person who knew of your relationship was Alana Bloom and Jack Crawford, but even when it ended, he didn't tell them anything. He didn't tell them how guilty he felt the night he kicked you out. He didn't tell them he still had nightmares about you being harmed. He didn't tell them how he was the one harming you in his nightmares. He didn't tell them how empty he felt when you blocked his number and social medias (ok sorry but like little headcanon here?? will has an instagram and it's just pictures of him fishing / or of his dogs fnsmdnskdjsk).

He never told them how he tried not to stay in his house as often, because it reminded him of you.

He was definitely acting strange at work. It was easy to tell. Even Bev pulled him aside to inquire about his health. But he continued to keep his mouth shut, until he couldn't.

Will rushed to the front door when he heard little taps on the metal screen. Secretly, he hoped it would be you. But when he opened it, there stood Alana Bloom. Will always thought Alana was beautiful. But how could anyone disagree?

Her long, dark waves that framed her perfect, slim face were never unchecked and unkempt. Makeup or none, preppy work uniforms or pajamas, she always seemed to look her best.

You even found yourself feeling small and insecure when Will invited her over for you to meet. But he assured you that she could never even compare to you. You believed it.

Alana's thin lips curled up into a soft smile. "Will. Can I come in?"

"Y-Yeah, sure." He let her in and she walked through the front door for the first time in forever.

"Jeez," she chuckled. "How long as it been?"

"Maybe too long," Will simply replied.

Alana walked around the house, scanning every detail while Will patiently trailed behind her. The dogs were playing outside, so it was just the two of them.

"Why did you decide to come over today?"

"I've been worried about you." She turned around to face Will, who stopped a few feet in front of her. "But now that I'm here in your house, I can see why you've been acting off."

"What's your diagnosis, Doctor?" Will joked, an attempt at lightening the tense air.

"Y/N. They left, haven't they?"

There it is.

Technically, Alana wasn't wrong. You did leave, but Will never clarified in what circumstance.

Will looked at the ground.

"Yeah.. Took all the photos too."

"Hey," Alana began, her finger resting under Will's chin, prompting him to look up at her. "You don't have to hide from me."

A week had gone by. A long, lonely, miserable week. You crashed at your friend's for two nights before your parents invited you to live with them while you worked on getting back on your feet. They didn't live too far, so you thanked your friend for their hospitality and moved in with your parents.

As you finished unpacking your stuff, you realized you were missing some things. You cursed at the realization you would probably have to pick up some stuff from Will's.

You still had the key, so you would have no problem getting in, unless he had the lock changed of course. You were only worried about running into him.

What the hell?

You got dressed. You didn't wear anything fancy, but in case you ran into Will, you felt obligated to look presentable and show him that you could still make it without him. You decided on doing a bit of makeup. Again, nothing fancy. Just enough to conceal the dark circles under your eyes and make your features pop.

And then you headed on the dreadful drive to Will's place.

When you got there, you were too nervous and too focused on making the trip quick to even notice Alana's car in his driveway.

However, what did catch your attention, were the many dogs Will owned. They ran up to you as soon as they recognized you. They panted as they jumped and wagged their tails, expressing their happiness the most they could. You tried your best to pet them all, your mouth lifting up into a smile. You didn't realize it but you really missed the dogs.

You dug around for the key in your pocket and pulled it out, quietly unlocking the front door and letting yourself in.

"You don't have the hide from me.."

Your eyebrows furrowed together at the sound of a female voice.

When you walked into the living room, you were horrified to see Will with another woman. Alana.

Their lips were locked, engaging in a passionate kiss, not even noticing your presence. You felt sick as you put the pieces together.

"Now I know why you kicked me out," you whispered, half to yourself and half to Will, who almost about pushed Alana off him at the sound of your voice.

Both their cheeks heated up in embarrassment when their eyes fell on you.

"Y/N! I'm so sorry, I thought-"

"Look, I only came to pick up some stuff. Then I'll be out of your way." You didn't once look away from Will, deciding to totally disregard Alana's presence and apologetic mutters.

With that, you rushed out of the living room and into your bedroom, searching under the bed and in the closet for your missing items.

You heard faint talking from the living room but tuned out most of it, deciding it wasn't worth your time or even your business in the first place. Then you heard the front door shut and a car start from outside.

Before you could process what might've happened, you heard Will's footsteps stop outside the bedroom.

"Y/N, we should talk."

"No, we shouldn't."

"You blocked my number."

"What good would it do if I kept it?"

"Please, hear me out."

Disgruntled, you turned to face Will, sending a cold glare his way.

"Look, unless you found a way to make a time machine and give me back the time I wasted on you, I don't want to speak with you."

"Why won't you just listen to me?!" he snapped.

You scoffed, "Well surprise, douchebag, I have feelings and you hurt them!"

"Well, I'm sorry, alright?" he calmed down now.

"Are you? Really?" You shook your head. "A sorry won't fix this, Will. Not after what you did. Gods- I can't even look at you right now."

You laughed. "You know what fucking sucks? After all you did, after the cheating and the lies, I'm still in love with you."

Will teared up. "I was never with Alana, Y/N. It's always been you."

"Then, why, Will? Why did you throw me out so coldly like that?"

"I began to have dreams, Y/N. Nightmares," Will admitted, his voice beginning to break. "Nightmares about people hurting you. Criminals. It was too real. As much as I loved- As much as I love you, I never wanted you to choose me. I don't want people using you as a weapon against me. To hurt me."

You slowly walked towards Will, stopping a foot away from him. You looked up into his glossy bambi eyes as he spoke.

"It was when the nightmares got worse, when I was the one hurting you, that I realized you weren't safe with me."

You cried. "Oh, Will. I wish you had told me."

"I couldn't. I didn't want you to remember me that way."

You laughed. "Well, I ended up remembering you as the asshole who kicked me out, instead."

Will managed to give you a smile through his tears.

He brought his hand to your shoulder, and gently lead it up your neck to the side of your face, cupping it lightly and brushing his thumb across your cheek.

"I would never hurt you, Y/N."

"I know. I know, Will. You aren't a monster for having nightmares you can't control." You brought your own hand up and placed it against Will's, leaning into his warm touch. "I'm still here. I'm alive. In your hands. And I feel safe with you."

Almost hesitantly, Will leaned in, connecting his lips to yours. His body felt tense, but when you kissed him back, you felt his worries disappear into the air.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"Stay with me tonight?"

[idjitlili]

Hello there.

Kili x reader x obi-wan(slightly)

(Not my image)

Summary: Annoying the company with your 'sword'  pretending it's not a metal sword, being unladylike. When in fact it wasn't a sword...it was a lightsaber.

Word count:6036

Warnings: Obi-wan , language, food stealing, dwarf nudity, put some clothes on!

Y/h/c= Your home country.

It was no secret, that you weren't from middle earth, with your strange speech, strange references, oh and the simple fact that you had fallen from the sky knocking Kili right out. Not just Kili but yourself before. You would've been quite embarrassing; if you were awake. Lucky you.

When you eventually you did awake, you were surrounded by below average height men , and man with a grey hair and wizards hat. One of the smaller men? Or dwarf you weren't sure if this was even real, it was strange to see such shorter men. His hair dark, shoulder length, not styled well compared to all the others, as for his beard..it was just stubble. The other men had long braided beards.

Yet there sat this man, very different to the others , barely with it, like he had hit his head, there you felt it , your head felt like your brain was going to pop out. You noticed , a smaller fellow jumping behind the small man to see, his curly blond her upon his head, was all to be seen.

The man that looked right out of a wrestling ring, glared at you , judging you, as did the one with ocean eyes and majestic hair. You hands behind you in the dry dirt, your heart beating heavily, shaking almost. "Uhm, w-what is h-" you didn't even get a sentence out before you were interrupted by the beardless short man.

"Well you fell out of the sky and fell on me, knocking me straight out." The man was not quite happy, "uhm, I guess I'm sorry? I didn't plan from falling from the sky, I'll try next time to see where I'm falling, but oh right, I never consented to be thrown from the sky, last time I was conscious I was- actually I do not remember." Blabbering on, even though really you should be terrified.

In the end , Gandalf and Thorin questioned you, as if they were Holt and Terry, Gandalf being Terry.

"Where do you come from, human?" The mans face frowning, the same as he had as you awoke, he spoke with sternly, as if you were a threat. Extremely intimidating. Now the others had left ,as you now sat in front of the two men.

"Uh, y/h/c." Their clothing didn't sit right with you, nor did you ever see anyone with such extreme hair styles. Maybe it was a cult?  The old man , and the slightly younger man looked at each other , then back to you , clearly confused, well the younger one anyways.

"Tell me dear, have you ever heard of Erebor?"

Thus, for whatever reason you were apart of this dwarven company, as it were.  No one was sure what in gods earth caused you to be here, well there's no 'God' in middle earth, not called God anyways.

Honestly, you didn't know what to do with yourself: no blankets, no spare clothes, no nothing except you , your thin graphic t-shirt, jeans and shoes.  Thorin was definitely no help, oh yes and no money. Who would accept plastic notes as currency here? Nor were coins from where you lived were made from gold.

Oh wait you did actually have something other than you and your clothes , you had tiny little sword, which was in fact just an letter opener, you must've been opening the post before you fell out of the sky.

Not only was it awkward between you and all the dwarves, you did not fit in. Oh yes, Gandalf explained to you that elves and wizards existed, basically explained everything. Thorin had decided this was the place they would rest for the night, so you didn't have to do any travelling... except from falling out of the sky.

You could only think, it must suck to shit squatting, oh yes you'd have to face shitting the forest soon enough... without toilet paper too. It is not even like you can be certain that no one is going to walk into the forest and find you shitting or even worse no pads bleeding out.

You were definitely not looking forward to that,  since there was no confirmation that you'd be getting home anytime soon.

So, now as the day grew dark, you sat against a large rough pine tree, the cold from the ground rising up your body. Knees pulled right up to your chest, your arms tight around, as goose bumps covered you like paint covers a wall. Hair dropping down your face as you leaned forward head on top of your knees.Staring at your feet, and the ground.

You thought on what your family must think, maybe it was like the labyrinth and they had forgotten that you had even existed. Bloody hell, Jareth, you didn't even wish for this to happen.

Not breaking out of thought when three pairs of boots, and a pair of overly large hair feet, were stood in front of you.  "Lass?"  Even then, you didn't realise, only noticing their presence when a hand was placed onto your shoulder.

Only then did you realise, looking up to see the the beardless man that you knocked out, somehow, another man with a hat , the other below average height man that looked like lion cross Seth rogen , and the jumping small fellow. "O-oh hi?"   Strange that's the only way you could put it, the two brunettes grinning largely down at you.

"Excuse their bad manners, my lady. That is Kili, my brother , Bofur, and this little fellow is Bilbo Baggins... Oh right, and I am Fili at your service." Each of them doing a little bow, Bilbo's face redden a little , being called little. What did he expect, 'Oh yes, this giant fellow with the fat ass is Bilbo.'  Them staring at you waiting for you to introduce yourself.

"Uh, I'm y/n."  Standing up , daring to do a small curtsey, with a small blush, surprised really that anyone had even approached you.

"Beautiful name, perfect, I guess I'm falling for you already, miss y/n , you know since you knocked me out."

You almost blushed at the m-Kili's words, now blushing in embarrassment. "I didn't me-" "he's only messin' with yer, lass, don't yer worry," The hatted dwarf know as Bofur had smiled at you, only to get a jab in the side by kili, only for him to return it twice as hard.

"I'm sorry, miss y/n? I'm just wondering about your clothing-" Bilbo had began to questions your clothing choice, only to be interrupted, bad manners? Definitely. "Yes, those pants are very lovely, can you do a spin-" "OI," A big muscly man, the one that had glared at you earlier had smacked the beardless dwarf on the back of his head, letting out a Yelp of pain.

"What I was going to say, before I was rudely interrupted was, are you not cold? You are barely dressed!" You had choked out a snort, at the hobbit , who had glared at Kili, he really did not like dwarves interrupting, well anyone, he's not racist.

"I'm not dressed? You've got no socks on! My mum would have scolded me, even if I just got out of the bath. 'Y/n, where's your socks! You are going to get ill! Y/n, I don't care if you have just sat down, go get your bloody socks on.' "  Starring back at you feet, now stretched across the mud, it was incredibly awkward, well until they had started laughing.

"That's just like our Amad, right, fee?" Kili had called to his brother, before sitting down on the mud near you. "Oh yes, remember when Amad told you not eat all that cake-" Looking over to Kili who's face flushed red, interrupting his brother.

"Don't you dare."  Bofur , Fili and Bilbo sat down,  you sat in a circle, Fili trying to hold back from laughing. "Well ye gotta tell us now,Fili." Bofurs hand supported his head eager for Fili to continue. Bilbo the same, he loved stories.  Kili's pleading eyes, were no match for his brother.

"Alright, so he ate all the cake, this stuff was heavily creamed, sweets covered it, it could feed 12 dwarves, that's saying a lot. Our Amad strictly told us, mostly Kili, not to eat it."

Fili's moustache braids jiggled as he talked, very distracting, letting out a small chuckle while talking a breath.  "Anyways, Amad woke up in the morning, she was not happy at all, she had yelled so loud, that me, Kili, and Thorin were awoken from upstairs. All three of us rushed down the stairs, to see the table with no cake, just the plate. Amad  stood there with her face redder than a smacked bosom, hands on her hips."

Kili face now in his hands, Fili grinning larger and larger by the second. " She had looked all three of us done, before calling Kili towards him, and it was dreadfully obviously his hair had cake crumps throughout it, he got scolded so bad."

"Is that it ," Bilbo was disappointed with the outcome, he had thought it would've been more suspenseful. "No master Baggins, Thorin later took us for training with Dwalin as well as many other viewers. Basically what happened was Dwalin threw him over his head and he landed on the floor, when he finally tried to stand up he let loose the loudest wet fart.  Then, he stood up and the back of his pants were covered, and out the ends of his trousers... he had to walk home like that."

Bursts of laughter had erupted through the circle, Kili just looked horrified with his brother, placing your hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up to you, with a sad smile.

"Don't feel bad, someone I knew yawned up to the sky and a bird shat in her mouth, to make matters worse she was afraid to tell anyone so she spat it out, and stood there with bird shit taste." 

Looking at you wide eye,  "T-they did what?"

"A bird shat in their mouth."

"Such crude language, yet suddenly I feel much better." Kili smiling up to you, the other three still laughing about Kili's shitty pants.

A friendship between you and the dwarf ,you knocked out, began. Over the months you had gotten more comfortable with the company.

Soon enough you were all captured by trolls, but you were sleeping so, you woke up and everyone was packing to leave. You were very confused indeed, Thorin had announced that you all were leaving for a troll cave.

Gandalf had merged after Thorin with two swords , calling you and Bilbo over. Wow, free stuff. 

What Gandalf had not expected was your behaviour later on at Rivendell... Bathing and changing at Rivendell, eating some rabbit food, it was soon time for second dinner and after that bed.

Roaming the grounds of Rivendell the next month, you had bumped into Bilbo. That's when it started, you had already been messing with your sword. When Bilbo had approached you, seeing your cheeky grin he didn't know whether to run.

"M-morning ,miss y/n?" Speaking uncertain of himself, partly nervous,  you had been pretty unpredictable, you know falling out the sky?

"Morning ,Bilbo!  How are you feeling?"  Swinging your sword in like it was baton or baseball bat, almost dropping flat on your face.

"I'm fine , thank you. Uh..." The sword now between your legs, swinging it around. "Bilbo look, it's my cock." Bilbos face now red, your crude language tended to fluster the poor hobbit, sorry the rich hobbit.

"Miss y/n, I do not think that's quite appropriate.."   You head snapping towards the hobbit, your face dropped, instantly Bilbos mouth is gapped. "Oh- I didn't mean any offence." Taking a step forward, Bilbo had stepped back , another and another.

Bilbo had ended up sprinting , you chasing him, well until an elf had offered you pastry's. Continuing your walk around the grounds, munching on your pastry, distracted by your breakfast you didn't notice the dwarf in front of you until the last second. 

"Where's your trousers?!"  You had made eye contact with something other than his eyes, it was painfully obvious. Meeting his actual eyes, the smirk on his face, concluded that he had seen you check him out, flushed pink cheeks.

"Fili took my clothes."

"Why would he want to see you running around naked,-cover up gosh!" Your voice getting higher by the second.

"Well, my lady with what?" You had thrown your pastry at the dwarf, now quite put off; even though his size was quite large. Instead covering himself he began to eat the remaining amount of the pastry.

You had scoffed, walking around the dwarf, away from his naked body.

What did catch you off guard again was a  man popping out from a pillar , his longish hair blond, his eyes ocean blue, his beard trimmed, his shirt beige , with a brown leather belt around his waist. You didn't know how to describe it, you jumped when he spoke.

"Hello there," 

How could be here? In a land of dwarves, elves and wizards? It was Obi-wan Kenobi, surely he should've been in the high ground? I mean, chopping some legs...so Anakin is leg a less, because his legs Aragorn.

"General Kenobi!" Kili had to turned around, to see you running at a strange man, who was General Kenobi, turning back round he had stomped off back to the company... to gossip.

"What are you doing here, Obi-wan?" His arms held behind his back as you two walked through Rivendell together, the truth was that you had never met before.

"I'm here because of you, y/n...the Council has sent me to help you. The universe is in great danger, again."

Then, you found out your real purpose was in middle earth; to save the line of Durin, With Obi-wan Kenobi as your master you as the pad awan. However, of course you did not have the force, he was just going to teach you how not to be damsel in distress.

You didn't know how this would bring you so close to the Jedi knight..

Obi-wan, had hid until half a day from Rivendell, when you had gestured him to come out, Kili had let out the most over dramatic gasp possible. "I told you he was real!"

That definitely caught the attention of the whole company, stopping, turning , drawing there weapons, Fili pulling you out the way.

"Why are you following us?" Thorins voice boomed over the winds, you couldn't imagine how your eardrums would certainly burst if he had a microphone. Getting of the grips of the dwarves again, standing between Obi-wan and the axes of the company.

Little Bilbo just watched the slope of the mountain with amusement. "What are you doing, y/n?!"

"You stubborn dwarves, if I was walking with him with no fuse, you'd think that he was with me, he's here to help me." Kili had scoffed, nor did any of other dwarves look convinced, Obi-wans hands on his hips, puffing his chest, revealing his lightsaber.

"I've had enough, I don't care what you say Thorin, he is my protection, he's not taking any of the reward, now let's go, he is not the enemy." Maybe you told a small lie, it would not go down well if Thorin knew Obi-wan was there to protect him and his nephews.

"At the front, both of you, now." And you were walking again, you and Obi-wan at the front.

Though, all together you were from three different universes, you from one which starwars was just a set of films, and series. It felt weird. Knowing he died, old, and he didn't look himself.

"Wait, so, Qui-Gon basically died of STDs, because he so many that it slowed him down? I thought it was a rule not have attachments; but he could sleep around?" I mean, if that's the case... you are very handsome, I'm not the best looking, nor have I ever.."

Your face felt hot, that was more than light flirting, really you had only known him for 27 hours, your crush on him though, that developed from watching him on screen.

Now concentrating on where you were going, surprised when Obi-wan had let out a laugh.

"My lady, you must be mistaken, you are absolutely beautiful." Your face flushed pink, wrapping your arm around Obi-wan's arm, his eyes watched you as you did, not hilding hands or anything just his arm. There are times in life when words are not needed.

Soon enough it was time to stop, when the company approached a large path on the mountain, so big that the company could sit in a circle if they desired. Along the way many of the dwarves had collected sticks and branches for a fire.

Right against the mountain wall you had set up your bed roll, and dropped your cloak from the elves on it as a blanket, you were sure to remember to share with Obi-wan later.  Obi one had copied you, dropping his cloak neck to yours, as you both stood next to each other, the sky now dark, the smell of dinner lingered in the air.

The glow of the fire lit up Obi-wan's face, his beard now more orange, his blue eyes focused on you.

"Hey, um, Obi-wan...can I hold your lightsaber?"  His hands on his beige tunic, eyeing you down, one of a second, before handing you the weapon.

The lightsaber, heavy in your hands, yet still you were swinging it like you were playing tennis on the wii. "Um, Obi, can I please..?"  Turning to face the Jedi with pleading eyes, he just shrugged his shoulders casually nodding.

With that you had pressed the button, there stood the blue blade in front of your very eyes. Bilbo had noticed almost immediately spitting out his food, who in their right mind would give her a weapon?

Noticing Bilbos sudden uncomfortableness, grinning at him, as the saber made its way between your legs. "Hey Bilbo,Check out how big my dick is!" Bilbo had put his bowl of food down, and his behind Thorin, brooding.

"Uhm, lass? What is that?" Bofur wearily, spoke, eyeing the saber not blinking,like many other dwarves. Balin flinching as you waved it between your legs.

"It's a lightsaber, the weapon of Jedi's. Hey, Kili, sorta looks like your dick ,if it was a hundred times smaller. " Not that you were looking at Kili, his face flushed as he chocked out his stew, Thorins eyes burning into the back of the head, he would speak to him later.

"Oi, when did you get a look at Kees , lad?" Fili wan most  amused at the situation, Kili knocking him in the ribs.

"Well , what happened was I got a pastry at Rivendell, and Kili almost whacks into me. Yeah, and he was naked, so, not that I like to give away food, I throw the pastry at him and Obi-wan appears and saves me. End of story."

Now swinging the lightsaber like it was a golf club, you wondered if Obi-wan had to charge his lightsaber.  Kili now standing up , walking over to you as the dwarves forget about the story, simply because it wasn't rare that they went around naked. 

"Oi, Kili , throw that stick at me, so I can hit it." 

Kili had planned on telling you a piece of his mind, how his dick was not small, but there you were not a care in the world, waiting for him to pick up the stick.

His eyes searched the stone floor when his eyes catch, a thick stick not a twig. Without a thought he threw it, your eyes waiting, standing like you were going to play baseball or rounders. Swinging your arm slicing through the stick, causing it to slam to the floor in two separate pieces.

"I'm sorry, but what in middle earth is a Jedi and why do they have that, what even is that!"

Obi-wan just stood by you chest puffed, huge smirk on his face, as Kili ranted slightly , fear embedded in his eyes as he stood back as you swung the weapon around more, it was not surprising that the company were also in slight shock.

"This man is a Jedi." Pointing at Obi-wan before turning fully towards him, ignoring the others questions. "Okay, now teach me, master..." A grin across your face, as Obi-wan took the saber from your hands, turning it off, before standing behind you.

Turning your back into place, your feet in the correct stance, his back against yours as ushered you take your sword from his hands.  His hot breath briefly against your neck. Once you had done, his back peeled from yours, and he had done the same.

Throughout the next months, Obi-wan had continued to teach you how to defend yourself

, Kili always disagreeing on Obi-wand methods, suggesting he would be better to teacher you.

That was until you were all captured at Mirkwood. Of course, Obi-wan tried to use the force on the elves, however , due to being immortal they weren't easily controlled.  Somehow he did it still, only allowing you and him to escape, due to being human. What you didn't understand though, why was Obi-wan such a flirt.

The blond elf, the one that looked straight off like a princess, had stared at you and Obi-wan with his eyebrows raised. His light foot steps, couldn't be heard as he glided towards you both, standing close to Obi-wan, as the dwarves were search. Legolas excluding you two from it, using the side of your body to hide the lightsaber at Obi-wan's belt.

"Why are two humans travelling with dwarves?"   Was this elf wearing tights? David Bowie could get away with it because that ass and overall god looks, but the colour scheme on this blond elf was not it. Wondering if his dick could even breathe, maybe it shrank.

Looking at Obi-wan, who was smouldering at the elf, his lips slightly pushed out his blue eyes sharp, his long hair flowing. But..there was no wind. His hand doing a weird gesture like waving.

"We are not, we are trying to get lake town, as I have finally decided to meet my darlings parents. You will let us go." You were surprised when Obi-wan had wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Your eyes wide, you really didn't think you were going to get out of this, how many times had you all been captured? Too many times.

"Go, follow the path, goodbye." Obi-wan had quickly let go of your waist , talking your hand, pulling you away, false smiles on your faces as you left. Trying not raise suspicion, Kili had watched the whole thing, scoffing in disgust, watching you and Obi-wan walking away.

You wanted to help the dwarves you really did;but Obi-wan had assured you they didn't need your help. You both waiting in the safe forest outside of the woodland realm, waiting for the dwarves.

Not only had Obi-wan had taught you basic defensive skills, but you had became extremely close. Here you were, stuck in a forest, no bedrolls no nothing, due to Azog. Nights were cold, so cold, as Obi-wan's duty to protect you, you both decided for your survivals there was only one way.

The fire low, so that you would not be detected by Orcs, Obi-wan and you snuggling up together, his arms around your waist, knees tucked under yours. Body heat being the only thing from stopping you both freezing to death.

During this week, what disturbed you the most, was Obi-wan's french accent...Considering there was no earth in the star-wars universe. If that matter you weren't sure. He'd pop the accent out at random moments, going to bathe in a stream?

"Do you need a chaperone, mon amour?" No, he did not go in the water with you, he just stood guard, holding his arm out to walk you to the stream and even back. Though you did have to wait by the stream while he was bathing , with his lightsaber in your hand, just in case.

However,one day when you you were bathing Obi-wan had almost had a heart attack when you let a gasp, running out of the hair all across your face, running smack into him. Your bare body against his robes, soon as he made eye contact with you he knew it was nothing life threatening.

"When I said 'You don't have time to be timid, you must be bold and daring' this was not what I mean." Obi-wan's stuck to yours , reassuring your privacy, even though his back was against the mud , your whole body pressed against him. Again with the accent, Obi-wan's smile small, your hands against his chest, as laugh erupted from your mouth.

"What is, Ma Cherie?"

"Only reason I'm laying on you butt naked is because a fish brushed against my leg." Obi-wan's once sincere face replaced with a grin you snuffled your laughter against his neck. Your cold skin against his , as vibrations travelled through his body, a laugh from his lips travelling to your ears. A few minutes passed, with you just against Obi-wan as you laughed together.

"This would be very embarrassing ,if the company found us now."

"I'll close my eyes, and you can go get dressed,"

That was it with that, Obi wan would never disrespect your modesty, it is not like when Kili had shown off on purpose.

The next day, you had caught up with the company and an injured Kili. However, the french accent was not lost...

Kili's faced laced with sweat, as you and Obi-wan made your way to the compan, his eyes met yours. He felt relieved that you had came back, yet anger still bubbled down in inside.

"I thought ye had left us." Bofur popping up infront of you two, his eyebrow raise.

"No, figured from I heard about that king , it was not the best if he had got a hold of Y/n, it is my mission to protect y/n." Bofur , along with Gloin, Dori and few others nodded in agreement.

Your eyes drifting from Obi-wan's face, back to Kili, his thigh seeping with blood,you had grabbed Obi-wan by the hand pulling him over with you towards Kili. Obi-wan meeting your eyes once again, confused with your actions. "Obi.. help him."

Letting go of your hand, Obi-wan had brought his hand over the wound, Kili tried to protest, only to be shut down by Fili. Kili felt tugging on his skin, the pain slowly disappearing, a few seconds late Obi-wan had remove his hand, stood up, made his way back to you. "W-what? H-how did you?"

This is what you and Obi-wan were sent here to do, save the line of Durin. After that, not even seconds Bard had arrived, the company was on their way again, no delays, except being caught by the master, which kind of annoyed

Obi-wan, getting to be called that without being a Jedi , disgraceful.

After that, it was one more boat ride away, and climbing more mountains. Within three hours , you feet began to blister, the knocks harsh, you wondered how Bilbo could do it, he was a happy chappy. Obi-wan next to you, had immediately picked up on you change. His eyes caught onto yours like a magnet, within seconds you were on his shoulders, hanging. Just like Anakin had carried him unconscious, he could've carried you anyway way but he decided on potato sack really?

"B-Ben!" The little shriek had erupted from your mouth in surprise, in reality it sounded like he had just made you orgasm. Your face flushed, as Obi-wan grip tightened around your thigh. "Yes, Ma Cherie?" Again with Obi-wan doing the french accent, letting out a groan.

"Never mind." For the next three hours you are carried on Obi-wan's shoulders, you couldn't imagine how his back feels. There's no negotiating with the negotiator. Your stomach ached from just being on his back. You did get to sleep for a while, which was great.

“Obi, I can walk now." Your face next the side of his face, softly speaking to him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." With that you were back on the ground, walking with the rest of the company, though you didn't speak to many of the other dwarves much, you found yourself away from Obi-wan and in the company of Fili, who had left the company of his brother. Your conversation had started out normal, Fili telling you about the Elves, and Bilbo saving them.

"Are you courting the man?" Eyes widening at the dwarves words, it was no doubt that you had liked him watching him on screen, but no way he had made advances, had he? He could not, it's not the Jedi way. Why did he flirt with you all the time.  As you two grew close, you felt you chest tightening, you could feel that way. Just months ago you had felt the same for Kili, but then Obi-wan had appeared.

"No, why do you ask?"  Your face felt hot, unbearably hot, embarrassed that you had been clearly flirting back to Obi-wan.

"It's just that my brother... don't know if you have noticed he has been not himself, and well I think it's because of you and Obi-wan."  Fili whispered to you, you could barely hear him, but when you did make out what he was saying, why would Kili not himself because you and Obi-wan, had you offended him some how?

"What do you mean? Why would it be our fault?" It was not appropriate but a chuckle still left his lips, Fili could not understand how you could be so blind.

"You and Obi-wan flirt publicly a lot..." Then it hit you, the reason Kili could barely look at you anymore, you had not really ever have someone like you let alone possibly two.  Blush upon your cheeks, "Oh.."

"Now, you must understand, y/n , if you don't feel for him, you must put him down, do you love Obi-wan?"  Turning you face back to look at Obi-wan, who had been watching his steps, as he talked to Bilbo, who seemed to be deep into conversation. When Obi-wan's blue eyes had finally caught yours, his lips had turned up in a smile, before you turned back to the blond haired dwarf.

Fili's moustache braids jigging, as you all walked, waiting for your response.

"Jedi's aren't allowed attachments; it would never work out."

“Do you love him?” Repeating the same question, how could you know if you loved him, why would it matter it would never work out, Fili clearly didn’t want his brother heartbroken because you couldn’t decide.

“I d-don’t know, Fee,”

“Do you love Kili?”

“Really, Fili, I don’t know.”

Fili, had suggested to speak to Kili later, what if you only loved Obi-wan platonically?

Once Thorin had stopped the company for the night, and when the sky was dark. Only the glow of the fire upon your faces, Fili had left his brother on a log, making eye contact with you, gesturing for you to swap with him. Sitting upon the rough log, thighs touching, Kili had turned slightly jumping when realising it was you, his brown eyes now looking to yours with the flame of the fire reflected into them. His face with no expression at all, he didn’t even say anything to you. A string of pain, flowed through your heart, you hadn’t realised how you hadn’t spoken to Kili in months, properly anyways.

You had wrapped your arms around Kili neck, your cold flesh against Kili’s neck, as you pulled him into a tight hug, slowly he had accepted it. Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, his dark hair, tickling your neck.

“I’m sorry, Kili.” Pulling away, Kili brows scrunched together, his dark eyes searching your face, he thought he had done something wrong, and was going you space, also think mostly that you and Obi-wan were courting. However, Fili had informed him that you were not courting, he wished he could scold his older brother, for being nosy.

“W-why?” He had been jealous of your behaviour towards Obi-wan no doubt about that, but you shouldn’t have to apologise for his feelings, you could like anyone you wanted, you are beautiful, bodaciously so.

“Because I haven’t spoken to you for months, it’s not because I don’t like you, it’s just...you promise not to repeat this to anyone, especially your uncle?” Kili knew it, you didn’t like him, but his uncle? Yuck, he couldn’t be mean to you though, you were nothing but nice to him. Instead he just nodded, with a small smile.

“Thank you..the real reason why Obi-wan and I were sent here, well is to keep the line of Durin alive, must have a big effect on all the universes otherwise, two people from separate universes would not have been sent. So, we’ve been keeping this secret, it’s been hard, that’s why I spend so much time with Obi-wan.”

Kili’s eyes never left yours, as you spoke, taking a deep breath before you continued on, you were scared for the safety of your friends, Thorin didn’t care what you were doing , because you and Obi-wan were quiet and kept to yourselves, he saw how effective in battle Obi-wan was and didn’t complain. He needed the man power, there was no doubt about that.

“If I am totally honest, I do love Ben, and if he was allowed to be with me, I wouldn’t be with him, it’s not the way of the Jedi. He is my best friend, that is a gentleman, I’m sorry, but his back must’ve killed carrying me like a sack of potatoes. Plus, when we were waiting for you... I was having a bath, he was on guard and fish brush against me, I went running, fell flat on him, that was definitely not a pretty sight for hi-“

“You what?” Kili was scared to know what you were getting and frankly disturbed that Obi-wan had seen you vulnerable. You had reached and gripped his, large dwarven hand, tightly, rough, yet so warm...

“ Doesn’t matter, he was very respectful. Anyways, what I was getting at Kili, is that.. I c-can’t live within you...I love you, not platonically either, I understand if you don’t feel the same for me. I wouldn’t if I was you.” Before you could blink , his soft lips upon your, your hands in you his hair pulling him close, his hands back around his waist.

You finally felt certain of something.

Bonus:

Kili was not the slightest happy when you accidentally cut a lock of his hair off with the saber.

“Hey, Ben, can I cut your hair too?”

“Fuck off, I’m the only Jedi left with good hair, you touch it you’ll become a baked potato.”

“Okay I’m sorry!”

“mon Cherie , I could never harm you, for I love you like a dog.”

“Oi, stop flirting.” Kili had interrupted, petting his burnt detached hair.

“He just called me a dog, that’s not flirting,”

[marchioness-caprina]

Izuku Midoriya As A :

Yandere .....

The Delusional And Harmless Yandere Type; You're Lucky If He's Your Yandere because he may be the sanest ( as sane as a yandere could possibly get but on normal standards...its pretty damn sick) of them all and wouldn't even move a finger to hurt you.

He's an Obsessive Stalker; Your Personal Life is No Longer Personal Once he's Your Yandere. He's Basically a Walking Encyclopedia about You .

Creepy Fact ; He Knows How Many Strands of Hair you have since he visits you EVERY Night to creepily admire observe and protect you in your sleep.

Another Creepy Fact ; Remember that One Pen you used to chew on? And how it mysteriously Disappeared?, Yeah Izuku Has it and Treats it like a price of treasure (Plus He Kisses and sucks the Part where you chewed it on)

As Stated Before He's Delusional so Even if You Throw him an Indifferent Glare then he'll assume that : ' Aww My Darling is so shy and doesn't know how to Express their emotions well ' .

He Knows Everything about you so Don't ask anything that ONLY you would Know because he'll answer you with so much detail it'll send chills down your spine.

You'll Probably be Paranoid about Your Secrets after you Found The Basement filled with Stacks and Stacks of Books neatly organized and it's all about YOU.

And due to Curiosity You Read one of them and To your utter fear; Everything was so detailed and accurate there was no way a Normal Person could have documented your Whole Life in all these stacks of books. But Unfortunately Izuku Did one of the Impossible.

Knowing Izuku He probably won't Directly Kidnap you but he will twist you around in knots; Using the advantage he has about Knowing ALL and I mean ALL of your secrets and turning your fear into a leverage that only he could pull.

He'll Give subtle Hints that He knows one of Your dirtiest Secrets and soon He'll be Threatening you to Date Him or All of Your Secrets are Going Viral On social media.

It's Going Viral. Don't ask how but he knows how to pull a few strings.

So that's How you Ended up Dating Izuku ; Sure He's a Cinnamon roll around others but Do Not... I Repeat DO NOT Ever Reject his Affection or any of his advances in Public because he Knows how to make your Reputation Crumble into dirt.

One Time You Ignored Him when he asked to Hold Your Hand and He just Broke down in front of You.... In the middle of a Fucking Crowd.

He started tearing up and begging you to ' Never Leave Him ' , and You Could see sharp glares from the civilians around you two because you just Made a Top Hero Cry and Beg. A Hero that Everyone Loves and cherishes. An admirable Hero but to you.. You Are Dreading his entire existence.

" Love What Have I done wrong? I did everything You want, And I Bought You everything... Last night you didn't even eat the food I made because it wasn't Luxurious enough " , He'll be quick to Play the Victim and Immediately rub dirt on your name and he knows how to twist the story making You the Villain when it was clearly Him.

He's making you Look like a spoiled and Snotty Bitch in front of Everyone and the Look on his face was so pitiful... If only he wasn't an obsessive stalker Maybe... Just Maybe you'd Take pity on him.... IF YOU WEREN'T THREATENED AND FORCED TO LOVE HIM.

and when he plays the victim it's best to stop him at that point because if you won't run up to him and smother him with kisses telling him you love; He'll be fast to pull out his Ace card and start spluttering your secrets AND he makes sure to put your dirtiest Secrets on Front Row making you appear like a Bad Person . And at that point you know your reputation is at stake.

Unlike most Yanderes who Lock up their s/o, Izuku is surprisingly willing to let you go Out with or without Him.

He Loves Showing You Off.

However; Even if you go out without Him his stalker switch is immediately triggered and he'll stalk you the whole time you were away. You found out about this when you were taking pictures with your friends and you noticed Izuku Eerily Standing behind a tree behind you and your friends. Like he made sure to make you see it because HE'S ALWAYS THERE. A reminder that where ever you go he'll always be somewhere around the corner

In Terms of Running away; You know you couldn't because he has every little dirt on you. And not just You. He knows about your relatives too and When you threatened to Leave Him and told him to expose your secrets he suddenly froze and went stiff, The Gleam in his eyes disappeared and he said ;

" I Know Everything.... Even your Family... If you don't want me to drag them down with you... Never say that again... I know you love me... You're just angry... And we're A couple... So it's natural from them to fight... This is Normal... Yes... This is Normal... You still Love me... I know you do... You're just shy... "

" Fuck Off! I don't Love you Midoriya! You're forcing me to stay with you by Psychologically Torturing me! You're forcing me to stay here! I Do Not Love You! "

" T-That... H-Hurts... I know you Love me You're just mad! Yes that's right... You're just angry at me... Baby don't let your anger speak. You Love Me... You Love Me... You Love Me... Right? Of course you Do! You Love Me! " He was suddenly bursting with emotions; He looked desperate, He sounded Desperate. scratch that he is desperate .

You can't say You weren't scared. Cause you were absolutely ready to crap your pants by now; That crazed Look in his eyes, The way his smile looked so forced it was painful to watch, He twitched and shuddered. He had fallen in too deep to be saved by now.

That Day when you almost walked out the door, That was the day Izuku had first Man handled you. Looks like his Pounds of muscles wasn't just for show.

Izuku was mostly a whore for your Hugs and Kisses but that Day; he traumatized you even more. He made sure to place his marks on every single corner of your flesh. He Defiled your body with his own.

Touching you in places that made you cry out in disgust, pain and as disgusting as it may sound.... Pleasure

You made a mental promise to yourself that you wouldn't push Izuku that far... For now.

Izuku is a Sweet Type since it Mostly Fits well with the Harmless Type; He acts Like the perfect Boyfriend and Gives you Gifts Daily. But in return he wants you to Return the affection he craves so so much.

He's a Slut for You and He Isn't afraid to show it.

He likes to go out with you because it gives him confidence; he wants to show the world that You two are an Item and as much as possible During a Press letting he'll drag you there and show everyone what a Perfect Boyfriend he is.

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The Glue - Part Two

T H E   G L U E

Word Count: 1.9k words

Synopsis: Glue or Variable? This is the big question about Frankie’s existence. Assigned to the same role as Newt in WCKD’s Lethal Experiments, Frankie suddenly realizes that she will become just a variable to activate brain reactions in her former Group A friends. Without memories and being the only girl among several boys, she has the feeling of already knowing some of them. The new question that matters to WCKD is: will Frankie play her role as a variable correctly?

- Newt x OC (Frankie)

Masterlist

<Part 1 | Part 3>

(This will be a miniseries of Newt from Maze Runner. It will consist of 7 parts and a spin-off. I won’t do a reader insert as usual, but you will soon understand why.)

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P A R T   T W O

The girl, at the age of three, was shaking in her small body. She looked around scared; to the white room where she was, to the technology around her, to the other children on her right and left - as scared as she was - and to the people in lab coats. Not only had she been snatched from her mother's arms, she was still required to act as a guinea pig for a bunch of scientists who were working hard to find a cure for The Flare - even if she didn't know what that meant yet.

One woman stood out from the group of scientists stepping forward. She was tall and blond, her tired expression making clear the hard work she'd been doing.

“From now on, your life will no longer be the same.” She said, her voice cold and steady, spreading through the room. “You will have new names and new goals, all aimed at the search for healing.”

Meanwhile, a man in a lab coat passed by the children, whispering something to them and then jotting it down on a clipboard. When he reached the girl, her heart was racing.

“Your name will be Rosalind Franklin, in reference to the biophysics crucial to DNA knowledge.” He wrote something down on the drawing board shortly afterwards and moved on while the little girl was still paralyzed with terror.

When everyone was nominated, the blonde woman spoke again.

“Now everything will change. But always remember: WICKED is good.”

The girl instinctively held the boy's hand to her right. When she realized it she felt embarrassed and thought about letting go, but the boy wouldn't allow it. She looked at him - his blond hair falling over his forehead and his brown eyes staring at her - and remembered the name that had been whispered to him and she had been able to hear: Isaac Newton.

~ * ~

“Hey, Frypan!” Newt shouted as he approached what, by appearance and smell, I assumed was their kitchen.

It was small, but seemed to have what it needed to make a good meal. A large stove, a microwave, a dishwasher, two tables. It looked old and worn, but clean. A rather plump boy with a leather apron appeared smiling.

“Hey, Newt!” greeted the boy. “Minho!”

“Is there anything there for the Newbie?” Newt asked, nodding at me.

I blushed and bit my lower lip.

“Ah, yes, the troublemaker Shebean!” Exclaimed Frypan and, despite the roughness of the words, I noticed a sympathetic smile on his lips.

“I'm not a troublemaker.” I muttered, frowning.

“Oh sure, because you don't even have your hand on the machete as if you would rip off the arm of whoever dared to touch you!” Minho commented sarcastically, with an arched eyebrow.

I looked down and realized he was right. I jerked my hand away from the handle as if it had shocked me. The boys laughed.

“Well, I only cook for this bunch of klunks, but I must have something here for you, Shebean.” Said Frypan, walking away.

“What is klunk?” I asked, confused, to Newt and Minho.

Minho scowled. "Believe me, you don't want to know, Shebean!"

I rolled my eyes as Newt laughed at me.

“Here, Newbie!” Exclaimed Frypan, approaching again, a plate in his hands and a smile on his face.

“Don't call me that, I have a name.” I muttered, taking the plate he was offering.

Minho and Frypan arched an eyebrow, as if daring me to say my name.

“Frankie.” I said, and they frowned. “My name: Frankie.”

They grinned, all of them, and Newt put a hand on my shoulder, which sent electric currents all over my body.

"Welcome to the Glade, Frankie."

~ * ~

"Why didn't you say it hurt before?" Newt asked once more, frowning and the worried glint in his brown eyes.

I bit my lip when the med-jack who took care of my arm pulled the bandage tightly on my forearm.

“Because it didn't matter.” I said, looking away from his intense gaze. The med-jack has finished his work and smiles slightly in thanks. "Thanks ... Jeff, right?" I ventured, and earned a smile in confirmation.

“That's right, Shebean.” He said, and I held back not to roll my eyes, but Newt didn't hold back the laugh. "It won't infect or anything, so you don't have to worry."

I smiled again, rising from my chair in the middle of the Homestead. “Thanks again, Jeff.”

“You're welcome, Shebean!”

"Will you never stop calling me that?" I muttered as I left Homestead with Newt by my side.

The Homestead was nothing but wood. The door was a crazy and even creative replacement for a dark, sun-beaten wooden slate. Crooked stairs, twisted stairs and railings in all directions, and the walls were covered with dark paper, but already worn at some points. Nothing at the Homestead seemed inviting - it seemed haunted, if you want to know the truth - but I had to admit that, despite everything, those boys did a good job.

"Maybe next month, when a new unlucky slinthead arrives in the box." Newt said, pointing to the elevator I came from. Or where he would be if the Box hadn't come down again. "Or not ... You'll always be the first Shebean in here, Frankie."

For some reason, I smiled.

“I like it when you call me Frankie.” I blurted out, and my cheeks flushed immediately.

"But I'd rather call you Greenie." He said, smiling mischievously.

I widened my eyes, gaping.

“The audacity!” I exclaimed jokingly and punched him weakly in the arm.

Newt laughed, hugging me by the shoulders. I smiled wistfully, feeling the familiarity, the confidence, and the security he conveyed to me hitting me full in the chest.

“Why do I feel like I know you?” He asked, stopping suddenly and stepping in front of me.

I had the impression that my eyes looked bigger than they really were. I was surprised and scared. I had thought that the feeling of familiarity had come only from me. But no! Newt was there, right in front of me, saying that he also felt he knew me.

I opened my mouth at least twice before giving him any concrete answer.

"What if I said I feel the same way?" I said, smirking, his head slightly bowed in shame.

Then I felt Newt's fingers under my chin, lifting my face so that I could look him in the eye. Brown eyes so deep and intense I felt unable to look away. His eyes held mine like a magnet, and when I realized he was slowly approaching. I could have ran away, but one thing I noticed when his nose brushed mine was that I didn't want to run away. I realized that from the moment I laid eyes on Newt still in the Box, running would never become an option for me. I smiled to feel our breaths merging and our lips had the first contact, even if only one brush. I felt Newt's hands migrating to my waist and tightened my shirt over his shoulders.

I surpassed the inch that separated us the moment a loud crash rumbled through the Glade, followed by the harsh, slurred sound. I walked away from Newt quickly, confused and scared, until I located the source of the noise. I noticed that the walls closed, really closed. We were close to one of the openings, which seemed to be about twenty feet wide. On the left side, deep holes several inches in diameter, the space would be almost six meters long and carved into the stone, starting at the ground and continuing upward. On the right side, 30 centimeters wide bars protruded from the edge of the wall, also several centimeters in diameter, on the same pattern as the holes on the other side.

And at that moment they would play their part.

The huge wall of stone slid across the earth, scattering sparks and dust as they beat stone to stone. The right wall reached the end of its path, its bars finding their mark and entering unhindered, the echo of an explosion echoing in the clearing as the four openings were closed at night.

“Newt.” I muttered, tugging at his shirt sleeve. He still didn't look at me, keeping his gaze fixed on the opening that had just closed, but took his other hand in mine, squeezing it lightly. “What was that?” I asked, afraid I would get an answer or not.

"It was the doors closing, like every night." said Newt, lowering his head slightly before turning to me with a reassuring smile that even then , I did not feel to be real. "We'd better get you a hammock." Must be tired and is too klunk to assimilate.

Even if I didn't feel tiredness overwhelming me, I knew that sooner or later Newt would be right. So I just agreed to just go. We soon found a short, plump little boy who seemed to be the youngest of them all. He looked playful, and that pleased me almost immediately, as was Newt. Perhaps the most annoying, but certainly the most intelligent. The curls fell over his face, and every time he tried to push it away, I insisted he looked cute.

“Hey, Chuck!” Exclaimed Newt, smiling at the smaller one. "Can you get a sleeping bag for Frankie?" Chuck just listened and already went looking for one .

I smiled again when I heard my name on Newt's lips.

“Here it is, Newt.” Replied the boy, panting, Chuck. “Hello, Newbie.”

“Hello, Chuck.” I said, smiling friendly. I knew I would have to get used to them by calling me negative names. And I was starting to not care about that.

“Where do you want to sleep?” Asked Newt.

“You can keep me company, it's not like me to have many friends here.” Suggested Chuck sadly.

I looked around, seeing that most of the boys chose to sleep on a lawn near the gardens. I bit my front lip, going over my options. Until a few boys nearby waved perversely, and I had no idea how I could handle it until overnight. I chose to decline Chuck's offer.

“Far away, please.” I asked in a whisper, and Newt seemed to realize what I was thinking, and it was only a matter of time before the other boys messed with me. Boys were weird. "But I promise I'll sleep with you some other day." I assured Chuck just before we left.

Newt walked with me to the edge of the woods there, and I took shelter in the by a tree. I hoped that nothing unusual like a rain would happen.

“Don't worry, Frankie.” Newt said, smiling slightly and with his hand on my shoulder. "I wish you were going to the Homestead, but it's only for the Keepers and there's not enough room for everyone. But I'll try to talk to Alby and see if the opportunity arises for you to go there.”

I smiled in thanks, and he was about to turn to the Homestead when I held his wrist. Newt looks at me intrigued, and I took a deep breath.

“Thank you, Newt.” I whispered, truly grateful.

Newt smiled, that smile that melted me and made me want to smile along. He approached me and placed a kiss on my cheek, incredibly close to my mouth.

“You're welcome, Frankie.”

[go--ask--alice]

Ephemeris

One

Alice Napier.

To say I am merely happy is an insult to the english language and to the emotion in itself. I feel as though I am in a state of euphoric bliss!! Yesterday may be the single most incredible day of my life. The runner up being the first time he said 'I love you' and a close third that night on the rooftop in London.

Being that this is the first entry into my new journal, let me get out as many details as I can, for posterity sake!

This had to be the most traditional non-traditional wedding that has ever taken place in Gotham City. It pains me to even write this but I fear that the man officiating lastnight is probably dead in a ditch somewhere! Otherwise only myself, J, and the ever loyal Frost were in attendance but it was still a lavish affair. Unlike most bride-to-be's I was left in the dark for most of the planning of this wedding. He kept mumbling something about "project: royal wedding.." and "must be perfect!" then scooting off to meet with Johnny. This went on for a good month or so after we got back from overseas, and while I knew it would be a very short engagement I did not expect that by year's end we would be married.

We had returned to Gotham just in time to see the leaves change color. No sooner had the first snow fallen was I informed that we needed to pick a date. After much consideration and bickering it was decided that we would be married on the first day of winter. The snow would be blanketing the earth and there was the perfect little space on the far edge of the property. A small alcove of trees obscured it from any prying eyes that may be keeping tabs on my elusive Joker and it allowed us the privacy that J so desperately strived for.

The one thing I was given control over was my dress. The only soul to see it besides me was the seamstress that created it. J had relinquished this tiny bit of power to me so it could remain a surprise for him until yesterday, you can never say this man isn't a traditionalist! The woman who made the dress has worked for him for years and is responsible for many of his most iconic looks. If anyone has ever come across The Joker when he purposely places himself on display in one of his clubs has seen her exquisite work. My needs for the dress were few; I insisted on pure white in the finest silk available, a (faux) fur capelet, and Chantilly lace imported from England. Beyond that I let her have fun, I trusted the final product would rival anything J was planning to wear. An apprentice of hers was tasked to tailor J's suit for the ceremony as well as both of our shoes which were custom made and imported from Italy.

I woke up yesterday morning at the literal crack of dawn with as much excitement as a kid on Christmas morning. To the best of my knowledge J didn't sleep at all which isn't a surprise but I didn't even hear him come upstairs, he was supposed to be sleeping in the room across the hall for the night while I stayed in our bedroom. I'm sure he was holed up in his office til all hours of the night, my beautiful brooding man.

There was a note slid under the bedroom door from my love. That note will be between these pages forever.

Knowing that I wouldn't be seeing him until the afternoon I had to calm my nerves on my own and resorted to taking an incredibly long bubble bath followed by some tea and lunch in my room. I began the arduous task of getting ready a few hours before I was due to head downstairs. Frost had my dress delivered to the room sometime in the late morning and refused to give me any clues as to what J had in store for us, though he did seem genuinely excited and I even caught a grin on his stoic face.

I am no professional but I think I did a pretty wonderful job with my hair and make up. Dark and classic. My hair left long and flowing just how I know my J likes it. I had it re-dyed not long after we came back state side so the sapphire blue was as vibrant as possible. My make up was a bit harder to pin down, I've learned in our time together that smudge proof is my best friend! A dark smokey eye and deep crimson lips, the lipstick imparticular needed to stay in place as the our night began.

I managed to be ready and downstairs mere minutes before 3:30 and as I descended the stairs I was met with quite the sight. Johnny Frost in the most dapper suit I've ever seen him in was anxiously tapping his foot and checking his watch while peaking out the large stained glass doors. No doubt unsure what to do if I was late coming downstairs. After a few moments I had to put him out of his misery and make my presence know, the look on his face was pure relief. I can only imagine the stress J had put him under to get everything ready, perfectionist is an understatement when discussing The Joker.

Wordlessly I linked my arm through his waiting elbow as he opened the door to the garden. I can only hope to transcribe the magnificence that awaited me on the other side! The sun was low in the afternoon sky, this being the shortest day of the year, and it illuminated the pine trees that bordered the back of the property. On the ground was a path of small blue lights like will-o'-wisps just starting to glow leading through the trees to the small clearing where I knew my love was waiting for me. As we began to walk I was hit with a wave of emotions so strong that I stumbled for a moment and Frost had to steady me. He leaned down and in his gruff voice whispered, "I've never seen Mr. J so excited, he really does loves you Miss Alice." This of course only spurred on my emotional roller coaster and I squeezed his arm as confirmation that I was okay to continue.

Inside I was an absolute wreck. I was literal moments away from marrying the man I had dreamt about for years, obsessed over in the media and in print, the man I isolated myself from the world for. He could have killed me the moment we met yet somehow here I was about to vow my life to him again this time officially. I will never say that I am the woman who fixed The Joker, there is no fixing his tortured soul, but I genuinely believe I have opened his heart and proved that all creatures are deserving of love. That we all have someone that sees we are worthy of that love.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I almost didn't realize we were only a few steps away from the tree line, I could see his silhouette against a sea of blue roses, the light bouncing off the stone wall making the flowers appear to glow around him. He was speaking very low to a nervous man who was nodding profusely at him with terrified wide eyes. It took only the briefest of moments for him to see me. Frost had silently let go of my arm and was walking around the perimeter of the small clearing til he was at J's side. Our eyes met for the first time all day and time ceased to exist.

There he stood, my Joker, my love, my forever, his shocking green hair slicked back perfectly from his face, his lips a bright cherry red were spread into a toothy smile I had rarely seen. It was hard to pull myself away from his magnetic blue eyes to take in the rest of him. Faintly I could hear music playing and I slowly began to walk towards him. My beautiful Joker had spared no expense on his suit, perfectly tailored to his slim muscular body. The jacket was inky black with a faint brocade pattern in silk thread, the pants were the same luxurious fabric as the jacket only solid. A black silk shirt pulled tight over his slightly heaving chest, I could see the rise and fall as I walked closer to his side. This was one of the few occasions where I have seen J with a proper tie done up correctly, I believe it was a trinity knot, and a gorgeous new tie pin made of black cobalt with onyx stones. The shoes were a favorite of mine, I actually pick them out in a shop in London and they were custom made by a cordwainer based in Italy. And of course in proper Joker style his powerful hands were adorned with all of my favorite rings, the only flashes of gold in his entire outfit, I was giddy with the anticipation of adding a new one to his left hand.

I had chosen to not carry a bouquet down the aisle, instead I wore a single perfect blue rose in my hair. This particular bloom was laying atop my new journal when I found it yesterday morning so it was only fitting to wear it to meet my Joker at the alter.

When I was finally only a few steps away he reached his pale hand out to take mine and pull me close. I could see the restraint plain as day on his face as he let go and took a step back, he gave himself a long moment to look me over and I could see the lust growing in his eyes when they met mine again. The anticipation we both felt in that moment was beyond our imaginations. Later in the night J told me it took all his control not to shoot the officiant between the eyes and send Frost away so he could have me right there on the spot! Dramatic? Yes, but I believed him completely.

The ceremony itself was brief, the man brought in was obviously terrified but did a fine job. I only found out after the fact that preforming this act was in exchange for a large debt that was owed to The Joker. In doing this favor it would clear the debt but also thanks to the man's connections within the local government it legitimized our union and would secretly have the necessary documents sealed and notorized. I swear I heard a muted gun shot not long after we exchanged vows but I am not going to question it.

Our vows were succinct but incredibly powerful. They are the one small piece that I will forever keep to myself. Suffice to say, the love that lives in our hearts is something that will never be broken, not by time, space, or anything the world throws at us. He is my King and I now proudly stand at his side, his Queen and his partner.

As I write this we are currently on a very brief Honeymoon, one of business and pleasure, J had some pressing business to attend to so I am here patiently waiting for him to return to the rarely used penthouse we have been staying in. I still want to record the events that transpired after the actual wedding, hopefully I'll have some time soon to write them down. For now I want to be prepared to greet my husband when he returns, I have not yet had my fill of his devilishly powerful body.

-Alice