#i hurt myself with the last question by accident. but like. i'm right.

[lostalioth]

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

→ premise: all of deans life pain has always ran parallel to love. he needs them both, he needs you to hurt him and take the pain away all at the same time, turns out you were more than willing to, you may even need it reciprocated.

→ pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2.3k words, small bit of angst that turns quickly into smut | 18+, kinda switch!dean, pain kink [slapping, biting, pinching, scratching, etc], praise kink [both reader and dean], unprotected sex, small bit of choking, multiple mentions of blood & reader nearly dying

→ a/n: kinktober 08

Dean was accustomed to pain, he learned to tolerate and push through it from a young age as his father hammered into him that it was his job to always look after Sam and conditioned him to become a hunter. Love always came alongside pain in his life, losing everybody he ever cared deeply for; it happened so often that he began to associate one with the other. And so somewhere along the way he came to yearn for both pain and love as he felt they always came together. When Dean began having feelings for you, he was scared like he’s never been before. He avoided telling you for a couple of years simply because he thought if he voiced it out loud then he'd lose you like he did everyone else.

However when a demon came very close to killing you when you were being reckless, that scared Dean a hell of a lot more and in a screaming match about it he revealed his feelings on accident.

“You couldve fucking died, ya’ know that right? If me and Sam got there even a minute later you’d have been laying in my arms dead not just unconscious” when he mentions sam, he gestures towards the couch in the small motel room where the younger brother last sat. Though when he turns to look over hoping for backup he finds Sam gone, he groans out in annoyance. Sam had figured it was best to leave the two of you to your fighting alone, yes he was also upset with your careless decision but not as heated as his brother.

“Well I didn't okay? I can take care of myself. I had it under control!” you scream out, punching your words out to get your point across, flailing your arms in frustration though the fast movement aggravates your injuries making you wince slightly. Seeing you in pain makes Dean stop short for a second, a ping in his chest as his heart aches, it however only morphs into making his blood boil more when the memory of finding you beaten and bloody on the floor of that warehouse flashes in his head. “I'm sooo glad you can take care of yourself, but what about me HUH?!” He screams out, sarcasm dripping from his voice until the latter half with his question where it breaks off taking you back. Confusion crosses your face but before you can say anything back to him he continues.

“I dont know what I’d fuckin’ do without you, im so pathetically and utterly in love with you that the thought of you dying makes me wanna lie in the dirt just so i can be buried with you!” he had been stepping closer and closer as he yelled out in frustration, not realizing exactly what he just said. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, the adrenaline from his confession and proximity coursing through your veins.

“You love me..?” Your voice comes out softer than Dean swears he's ever heard it before and it melts all the anger out of his body. He knew there was no turning back now that he blurted that out and even though he was worried more than ever, he couldn't stand not being with you anymore. “I think i fell in love the moment i met you sweetheart” he sighs and brings his rough hands up to cup your face and wipe away the tears you hadn’t noticed we're slowly falling from your eyes. After a long stretch of comfortable silence as the tension of the fight has dissipated you speak up.

“Would you just kiss me already ya’ idiot” you tease, smiling softly at him through your tears as you stare deep into those stupid green eyes that turn your brain to mush.

Using his hold on your face he pulls your lips against his in a desperate kiss, trying to drown out all the swarming negative voices in his head. Your soft lips mold against his perfectly and he thanks any and every god he can think of for letting him have something he knows he doesn’t deserve. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss back, the fight over your thoughtless decision not forgotten but put on the back burner. You were deans the second you told him to kiss you and if you thought you were gonna be able to continue with your bad decisions boy were you in for a surprise, he just finally got you he wasn't ever letting go now. You grab at his chest, your hands balling up his shirt as you try pulling him impossibly closer deepening the kiss. In a tangled mess of limbs and mouths still latched to one another’s you and Dean tumble back and fall down onto the rundown motel bed. Dean landed on his back in the middle cushioning your fall with you landing on top of him between his legs.

“Baby..” he mumbles against your lips making your heart skip a bit at him calling you a name normally reserved for his impala. He even squeezes your hips lightly to break your focus from the make out.

“I need you to do something for me” he groans out as the kiss heats up and your tongue slips in his mouth during his statement, your hands running all over his chest and arms. Your body was pressed up to his, hips flush against each other making it impossible for you not to feel his hardening cock on your thigh. “Anything, what do you need, baby?” You question, desperate to please him and more than willing to do whatever he asks. Now Dean was well aware if he said jump you'd ask how high, he just hoped this request as odd as it was didn‘t make you run for the hills.

Reluctantly he pulls away from the kiss to catch his breath as well as watch your face when he tells you what he needs. You open your eyes and look at him with that same sparkle they always hold when your gaze is locked on him. His cock was getting painfully hard now from the mixture of the make out session and your body so close to him.

”I- shit okay im just gonna say it uh. I need you to hurt me. I just- I need you to get the image of you laying in a pool of your own blood barely breathing out of my head” he rambles, his voice sounding unfamiliar to his own ears with how pathetic it comes out. He silently prays you won't just get up and walk out of his life at his weird desire. He avoids eye contact when you are still silent after a minute. A fire ignites in your body and settles in your core as a million and one thoughts are running through your head at the speed of light. Every single last one however being the different things you wanna and finally get to do to Dean.

You grab ahold of Dean’s face squeezing it as you turn it so he is looking at you again. You now have a small taunting smile on your face, your nails are lightly digging into his cheeks making his cock twitch. “I can do that, but can you be a good boy?” You teasingly question as you lean up maneuvering your body so you're straddling his hips, peering down on him. The sight of you on his lap, thighs spread either side of his body and lust blown hooded eyes staring down at him knocks the breath from his lungs. It's an image pulled from his many dirty depraved dreams of you that riddled him with guilt but now it's a reality, his wonderful heaven like reality.

He frantically nods his head yes while your hand not pinching his face is working at undoing his belt.

“Gonna be such a good boy, can be s’good for you baby” he huffs out and lifts his hips to help you out as you pull his jeans down and off his legs. You let go of his face and dean has to fight back an actual whine when the small sting of pain leaves with it. Though he swallows his complaint as he watches you strip yourself of your dirty still blood soaked t-shirt, going at a teasingly slow pace when you undo your own belt pulling it through the loops and discarding it on the floor besides his pants. “Come on don't be a tease sweetheart please” he softly begs as he grabs your hips, thrusting his up to grind his bulge against your core. The rough fabric of your jeans sends a jolt of pleasure up his spine as it rubs over his aching boxer covered cock. You bite back a moan and slap his chest to stop him before lifting your body up to help you rid yourself of your remaining clothes. He is quickly behind you nearly ripping off his shirt and tugging down his boxers making his leaking cock bounce free between your bodies.

Saliva practically pools in Dean's mouth at the sight of you stripped bare for his eyes scanning over every inch of you. Your thighs spread back over his hips leaving your pussy on display for him, your slick coating his cock as your hips take up his previous action of grinding. “Such a good boy” you praise and lean down digging your nails into his sides, the pain making his eyes screw shut in bliss. Lifting your hips once again this time however sinking your pussy down onto his throbbing cock. Your slick and his precum help to aid your cunt into taking every inch of Dean's cock to the base as you smash your lips against his in a passionate kiss. The mixture of stinging pain and sweet praise and pleasure drown out all bad thoughts, all images that were flashing in Dean's head of your limp body unmoving and bleeding fade from his head finally, his only thought being of how good you feel.

“Mhmm~” He whines out in pleasure and surprise, the sound muffled in your mouth. Your hips immediately set into a rhythm of grinding and softly bouncing, his cock dragging across your velvety walls and his tip hitting your cervix when you bounce down. “Ah- Ahh~ fuck sweetheart knew this fuckin’ pussy feel amazing” he grunts out, his fingers holding onto your hips in a bruising grip that has your head spining. You bite down on his plush bottom lip in retaliation making a small almost growl erupt from his chest. The sound vibrates through your body to your core making your hips flatter a bit and a whine escapes your lips.

Within the blink of an eye dean has your legs wrapped around his waist when he sits up and flips your position breaking the kiss. Laying you flat on your back with him nestled between your thighs his cock still buried deep inside you. “Dean~” your whimper morphs into a wanton moan when his hips start at a punishing pace, your slick already forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock as it pounds into you. His heavy balls smacking your ass creating an obscene noise that fills the room with your moans and his grunts. “As much as i love how you sound and wanna hear it for the rest of my life baby, you gotta be quiet sweetheart” he taunts as his hand slips up the side of your body to palm at your bouncing tits. you whine out and paw at his lower stomach and v-line almost pushing him away slightly to stop his tip from abusing that one spot deep inside you. “Mm~ I can’t, it s’good, feels too good, i needa cum” you whine out your words slurring together as the knot in your stomach tightens. “Aww well don't want the staff or other guests hearing you scream my name now do we?” He questions with a small smirk that morphs into an almost slack jawed look when your nails dig into his back and drag down. The stinging pain of you scratching at his back so hard he's almost certain you drew blood makes his hips speed up even more.

“Bite down on my shoulder to muffle yourself when you cum okay baby?” He softens a bit though his hips don't slow down, you nod desperately in understanding. “That’s my good girl” he beams at you praising you in a sweet tone making your pussy clench down on his cock.

You grab at his hand that rests on your breasts and pull it up to your neck hoping he gets the message. A smile forms on his lips as what you want registered in his head, you wanted pain the same as him. Dean didn't think he could love you anymore than he did and yet as his hand wraps around your throat his heart swells, you're the same as him, you needed the pain with the love and pleasure, he was the luckiest fucking man alive in this moment. He smirks and softly kisses your lips as he leans down and his cock somehow reaches even deeper inside you.

The new angle causes the knot in your core to snap and your high to crash into you, making you pull away from his mouth and bury your face in his shoulder. Baring your teeth you bite down a bit hard onto his shoulder to muffle your loud moans and cries as you cream on his cock. “Oh fuck yeah, there we go sweetheart good girl baby” he praises, his head going foggy in pain and pleasure as his climax hits him head on, spilling his cum deep inside you not caring about the loud noises that leave his own mouth.

→ a/n: as always this wasnt proofread and its late, whos shocked? anyway i got a bit carried away well more like a lot. this is only my second time writing for dean and i got excited i really like writing for him. It is however my first time writing smut for him so sorry if hes out of character.

[alisonwritesimagines]

Please Don't Be In Love With Someone Else ~LA!Shanks x Reader x LA!Mihawk Imagine~

Summary: You keep waiting for Shanks. But someone new comes along and suddenly, you're not so lonely.

Author’s Note: You read the title correctly. I'm evilly laughing right now as you read this in pain. Also, this is technically a rewrite of the angst ending cause the one I wrote and in my drafts is more fluff than angst.

Angst Ending to I Was Enchanted to Meet You

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: angst, fluff, but angst to all you Shanks lovers

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Do not repost this anywhere!

It had been years since you last saw Shanks. And it's been a year since you last saw Luffy. Ever since he was old enough to sail off in the world to find the One Piece to become King of the Pirates, you had been by yourself since. Of course you did a lot for your small village to keep you occupied but you still missed your boys.

You were tending to your garden as it was time for you to harvest before it became spoiled and over grown. That was until you heard someone say something behind you.

“You don’t seem like someone who can harm a fly."

You turned around to see the warlord Dracule Mihawk standing before you. You stood up straight to seemed less intimidated.

“I can hurt a fly. Don’t think I’m good at harming anyone else,” you tell him as you crossed your arms.

“I see.”

“I know who you are so what do you want?” You asked.

“I was sent to kill you but in all honesty, I don’t think I can kill you. You’re too beautiful to be killed,” he tells you.

“Who sent you to kill me?” You asked, now worried. You’ve stayed in the island since you were born. Not only that, you stayed even when Luffy left.

“Not to worry now. I don't have any intentions to kill you," he tells you.

"Then what are you still doing here?"

"I'm curious to see why someone would send me to go after you."

"Feel free to stay. Just to tell you, it's going to be quite boring," you tell him.

Mihawk stayed around the next day to watch over you. He didn't understand why Vice Admiral Garp would want a warlord like him to kill a sweet little thing like yourself. You did nothing of the sort that would be considered dangerous or even pirate bounty level dangerous.

"Ow!" You yelled as you accidently burnt yourself with the pan.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Mihawk asked you as he rushed inside your home.

"Just burned myself," you tell him.

Mihawk quickly grabbed your bucket of water before gently putting your finger in the cool liquid.

"Thanks," you tell him.

"Of course."

"I made extras if you'd like. I got used to cooking for two," you tell him.

"Was it for you and your past lover?" Mihawk asked you.

"Not really surprisingly. I used to take care of a little boy who used to live with me who had a bottomless stomach. He wanted to become a pirate so he set sail a year ago," you tell him.

"I see."

"So, dinner?"

"Why not."

—

Mihawk stayed for a couple more weeks before he needed to back out to sea. You stood on the deck as you watched Mihawk get ready to leave.

"So I guess this is farewell?" You asked him.

"For now. I will be back in a month at most," he tells you.

"To finish me off and claim your berry?" You asked.

"No. To come see you again," Mihawk said before sailing off. You shook your head at him before walking back to your home.

You assumed Mihawk was lying or joking when he said he was coming back to see you. But to your surprise, you opened your door to see him standing before you.

"Brought you some new seeds for you to grow in your garden," Mihawk tells you.

"I'm guessing you're staying for dinner?" You asked with a small smile.

"If you'd have me," Mihawk said. You nodded before letting him inside your house.

-

As much as you didn't want to admit, you fell for Mihawk. Even though part of you hoped for Shanks to come back, you appreciated the fact that no matter how long Mihawk was gone for or even if he was wounded badly, he came back to you. Even though Shanks would come back to you, he hasn't for years.

"Will you be mine?" Mihawk asked you one night. After a midnight stroll, you both headed back to your home. Mihawk stopped you from walking inside by holding your hand.

"What?" You asked in shock.

"Be mine. I've fallen for you Y/n. And I swear to you, I would never let anything happen to you," Mihawk tells you.

"Alright. I'll be yours," you tell him. Mihawk gave you a small smile before pulling you towards him.

"May I kiss you?" Mihawk asked you.

"Yes."

Mihawk cupped your cheek with his hand before leaning in to kiss you.

-

Shanks rushed over to your home after being away for so many years. He was excited to tell you his adventures and was looking forward to seeing you once again. He knocked on your door, his heart pounding in excitement.

Instead of seeing you, he saw someone else open the door. His smile faltered as he stared at the stranger in front of him.

"May I help you?" The stranger asked him.

"My apologies. I was hoping to find Y/n L/n? The woman who lived here?" Shanks asked.

"Oh. I'm sorry. She's been gone for quite sometime. She left the village I want to say two years ago? Her and her husband moved to another island."

"Her husband?"

"Yes. I'm surprised she married a warlord but he had been kind to the village whenever he was here," the stranger pointed out.

"Do you happened to know her husband's name?"

"I believe it was Dracule Mihawk."

—

Shanks made it to Mihawk's castle where he knew you would be at. After demanding to see you, Mihawk came out to talk to him.

"You should know my wife is resting," Mihawk tells him.

"You took her from me," Shanks angrily tell him.

"I didn't take her from anyone. When I met her, she was alone," Mihawk informs him.

"She never told you about me?" Shanks asked.

"No she has. I just never told her that I knew you."

"Please. Let me see her!" Shanks asked.

"Let me see if she's well enough to move," Mihawk said.

"Is she sick?" Shanks asked.

"Not entirely."

Shanks waited anxiously for you to come down. His eyes widen when he saw Mihawk helping you down. Your stomach was large but he knew that it was because you were pregnant. And what's worse was that it wasn't Shanks's child you were carrying. It was Mihawk's child.

"Shanks?" You asked in shock.

"Hi, Y/n."

-

You sat in the garden with Shanks alone so you two could talk. Shanks stared at you, admiring your beauty once more. While you thought you were alone, Shanks knew that Mihawk was watching nearby.

“Are you happy my love?” Shanks asked you as he held your hand.

“I am. Hawk Eye makes me happy,” you tell him with a small smile.

“I’m happy that you’re happy.”

“I did wait for you Shanks. I really did. But I feared that if I waited any longer, I’d be too old for you,” you tell him with a frown.

“You could never be too old for me. You could have white hair and many wrinkles and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” Shanks tells you. You smiled at him before tearing up.

“I loved you Shanks. And I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you longer."

“Don’t apologize my love. I’m sorry I didn’t come back to you sooner,” Shanks said. You nodded before taking off your makeshift necklace that held the ring Shanks gave to you. You handed it over to Shanks before kissing his cheek.

“I hope life treats you well and I hope you find a woman who will love you endlessly as much as I did,” you tell him.

“And if Hawk Eyes dares to lay a hand on you, come find me. I’ll protect you.”

“I know you will."

"So this is goodbye then huh?" Shanks asked you.

"If you find Luffy, tell him I miss him and love him dearly. And that, he's more than welcome to visit me or find me whenever he wants," you tell him. After all, Luffy was yours and Shanks's unofficial son and you two were his unofficial parents.

"Goodbye, Shanks,” you tell him before giving him a kiss on the cheek once more.

“Goodbye, my love.”

—

You sat on the couch in your lounge room waiting for your son to arrive with his new fiancée. Twenty five years had gone by and you had lived your life. Dracule sat next to you as you both waited for your son to come home. Now that your husband has retired from being a pirate, he had spent his time with you while your children explored the world.

“I wonder what she’ll be like,” you tell your husband.

“I trust his judgement. After all, I chose well didn’t I?” Dracule joked.

“You most certainly did,” you smiled.

“Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You heard your son say.

“Over here!” You called from where you were.

You smiled at your son the moment he walked in but your eyes widen from the sight of the woman next to him. Not only did she have the exact same hair as Shanks, but she also had the same eyes as him. It was no doubt that she was Shanks's daughter.

“Mother. Father. This is my fiancée, May,” your son said proudly. You smiled at the woman before getting up from your chair to greet her.

“It’s nice to meet you, May,” you tell her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Mihawk.”

“Please call me Y/n,” you tell her as you shook her hand. You noticed her necklace with a ring on it. It looked exactly like the one Shanks gave to you from years before.

“I like your necklace,” you say.

“Oh thank you. My father gave it to me. Said it was his prize possession,” she tells you. You felt your heart break a little from what she said.

“Will we be able to meet your parents soon?” You asked.

“Unfortunately no. My mother passed away from childbirth and my father passed away not too long ago,” she tells you. You frown from hearing that.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’m really glad to have met your son,” May tells you. You smiled at her before giving her a hug.

“Well, I know my son will treat you well. And if he doesn’t, you tell me,” you tell her. May smiled at you before looking at your son.

At the end of the night, you stood outside on your balcony as you stared up at the stars.

Maybe this was the universe telling you that in another life, you and Shanks end up together. But you did wish he didn’t have to be gone so soon. You wished that he would’ve came back to you sooner and maybe you two could've had the future you two wanted together.

[peacheeeliz]

035. my jellies are tingling... (wc: 1073)

You have Mark propped up on the study room table, standing between his legs as you clean the cut on his stomach. He winces as you drag a wet rag over the wound, letting out a pained laugh right after. “Deja vu, huh?” He says. “Really gotta stop getting myself into these kinds of situations, it seems.”

“You're accident prone. It's not your fault,” you tease, smiling up at him. “Or, maybe you just like me between your legs.”

He chokes at your words, only making him wince once again as it shakes through his stomach. “Careful, careful,” you tell him, laughing softly. “Don't hurt yourself even more.”

“You can't just say shit like that, man,” he says quietly, sighing. He watches as you finally begin patching up his injury, wrapping it with a gauze pad and some bandages.

“Why not?” You continue, pulling his shirt down, your hands lingering as you play with the loose stitching across the hem.

His arms move slowly, hesitant to pull you closer to him. They wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His face scrunches up in pain as you press against his stomach, yet he still loves the feeling of your body shaking as you laugh. “You know why,” he whispers, pulling one of his arms up to cup your cheek, thumb grazing softly against your skin.

Your body heats up at his touch, burning as his other hand grips into your waist. “Maybe I want to hear you say it,” you pause. “You can trust me, right?”

“Come on,” he shys into your shoulder, smiling to himself like an idiot. “I've told you before, do I really need to tell you again?”

“Ooookay, so you're saying I need to get you drunk again for you to tell me,” you joke, letting go of his shirt to tighten your grasp on his waist. He raises his head up to look at you again, a pout forming on his lips. “What? I'm kidding.”

His smile returns, but he doesn't say anything. Mark lets it go quiet as he takes in just how close the two of you really are to each other. His eyes gaze over yours, admiring the way they twinkle under the flickering fluorescent light. He hesitates for a moment, but he can't stop the words that threaten to spill from his mouth. “Can I kiss you?”

You're surprised by his question, eyes going wide and mouth falling open. You can't even get anything out before he's stammering on: “I mean, we've done it before.” He says, ears going red. “So, I just thought it wouldn't hurt to ask, is all.”

Despite the thousands of thoughts running through your head–this could ruin everything, you couldn't let yourself kiss him, this is going to make things awkward, so on and so forth–your body's acting before your brain can catch up. You feel yourself leaning in, but not before Mark pulls you in by your waist, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

All that runs through his mind are thoughts of you as he deepens the kiss, gripping your waist impossibly tighter against him. He remembers the first kiss you shared with him, that silly, simple kiss that definitely didn't last as long as he had hoped. How he went home that night, completely starstruck as he replayed the moment over and over again. How he fell asleep that night, with his fingers grazing his own lips, in awe that it had even happened. The fruity taste of your cherry chapstick and the sweet smell of your perfume invades his senses, and he just can't get enough, groaning into the kiss.

You're fairing no better, as you rake your fingernails up his shirt until they find their way to the back of his neck, tangling with his hair. You completely melt under his touch, thankful that months of heedless pining had led to this moment. If it weren't for the tight grip his hands held on your waist, your knees probably would've given out from the warmth that burns through this kiss.

Meanwhile, just a few buildings away in the faculty lounge, Johnny sits quietly on one of the sofas as the Dean paces back and forth in front of him. “Sir, if you don't just sit down and take a breather, you're going to give yourself an aneurysm,” Johnny comments, picking at the skin around his fingernails.

The Dean stops, staring at the professor as if his head had fallen off. “They've been at it for hours! The sun has gone down,” he exclaims, pointing to the abandoned carnival grounds outside the windows. “I want to go home! To my wife and kids! But I can't leave until we have a final winner.”

“About that, how exactly were you able to score an okay for priority registration?” Johnny asks, finally looking up from his nails with a cocked eyebrow. “I thought it was against some student equality act?”

“It is!” The Dean shouts, startling the man across from him. “Sorry, I'm just… Stressed. The prize was supposed to be a PlayStation Five, but someone stole it right before the games started.”

“So, you thought promising priority registration was a better idea?” Johnny scoffs.

“Oh, quiet! Do you have a better idea, smart guy?” The Dean retorts, rolling his eyes. He lets out a sigh, “there's classes in the morning! This has to stop.”

Johnny eyes the eerie festival stalls outside the windows, taking in a deep breath. “Put me in,” he pauses, seeing the way the Dean's head whips around in the corner of his eye. “I'll take each and every one of them out. Just put me in, and you can go home.”

“But that wouldn't be fair,” the Dean starts, shaking his head ‘no.’ “You're not a student.”

The smile Johnny sends Dean's way sends a chill down his spine, “but you can change that, can't you?” He asks, making the Dean tilt his head. “Enroll me in a class.”

The Dean stays quiet for a moment, like he really needs to think about the man's proposal. As a smile slowly grows on his face, he then hears the sinister laughter of his colleague. “So, what are your interests?” He questions, calmly leading the man to his office.

“You know, I've always liked volleyball,” the man replies, genuinely intrigued with the various classes he could enroll in.

synopsis ⤏ mark, desperate to talk to the cute girl in his japanese class, forms a study group. who knew that other struggling college students might want to join a study group?

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Seven Days to Fall Again | Saturday | Jeon Jungkook

Inspired by the MV "Seven" by Jung Kook ft. Latto (obvi lol) Summary: Life is meaningless without you. Who knew a broken heart could be shattered twice? Pairing: Reader x Jungkook (almost exes to lovers lol) Word Count: 3.2k ~ (sorry I took forever to update) Warnings: Explicit language, angst, mentions of an accident and death (nothing too crazy) a/n: Hope you guys like this one! I wasn't sure how I would go about including the whole funeral thing in the mix but I think I did alright lol Lemme know what you think! Start from the beginning

After finishing my shower last night I didn't even bother drying my hair or putting clothes on. All I could manage to do is barely make it to my bed and once my head hit the pillow the sobbing just wouldn't stop. 

I don't know how long I laid there, sobbing and sobbing and sobbing until my head was pounding and I couldn't push any more tears out. Something about last night shattered the fantasy of being able to move on with my life and feel happy without him when the truth is I don't think I can. 

Even though this whole week has been nothing but him barging into my life and always doing something to make things more difficult it's as if deep down I was happy he was still trying, happy that he wasn't gonna give up on us. 

I love him. I love him so much that being with him was the only thing that ever mattered. 

I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him but with how our lives have been recently I just felt like I was just there. Just another person that he interacted with and nothing more. It hurt to have him come home and have nothing to say to me, no time to do anything and not even an ounce of energy to spend on me. 

He my boyfriend for fucks sake! We should be spending time together and eating together and laughing and smiling together. Why have simple things like that disappeared almost entirely? 

I love him, I love everything about him but if it's come to this point that I have to question myself day after day if I'm the one who has done something wrong, done something to make him treat me like this...then I don't think we're meant to be together. 

Relationships are about trusting and loving each other and being able to give them your love. But he hasn't shown me that he loves me at all with the way he's been acting and he hasn't given me the opportunity to show him my love either. 

I just don't understand!

Reaching out for my phone I jump at the feeling of it vibrating right away, showing me that I have an incoming call.

After taking a quick glance to check the caller ID it's already got me on edge. "Hello?" I say groggily but am cut off by the sounds of heavy breathing and hospital noises in the background. 

"Y/n, y/n please you have to come quick he-" "Okay slow down take a deep breath and tell me what's going on" I coach Jimin when I hear the panic in his voice. He takes a big gulp of air and lets it out before continuing with a shaky voice. "It's Jungkook" he says and my heart stops. 

"W-what do you mean it's Jungkook? What happened?" I say, throwing the covers off of me and running around my room, grabbing clothes and franticly throwing them on. "I don't know I just, they said that there was an accident and they brought him here but there was so much blood and-" "Did he make it?" I question and I'm met with silence on the other end. "Damnit Jimin is Jungkook okay?" I shout, shaking and gripping onto the phone until my knuckles have gone pale. 

"He-he didn't make it. They said it was too late that there was nothing they could do..." he says but my arm drops and with it takes Jimin's voice. My breathing picking up as it starts to sink in. 

"Oh God what have I done?" I whisper to myself, my whole body shaking and my vision getting blurry with the tears that are bound to never stop. 

"Y/n! Y/n answer me! I'm coming over" I can hear him shouting at me from the other side and I pick it back up and let out a silent 'okay' and hang up the phone before my knees give out and I fall to the ground. 

"If I wouldn't have let him go, if I would've just asked him to stay he would-" I say aloud but cut myself off with a sob and rest my head on my bed, the sheets muffling the sounds of my screams. I'm never going to be able to forgive myself for this, I shouldn't have been so hard on him I should've just heard him out...

~~~~

Once I feel as if my sobs have died down I take that as an opportunity to get a glass of water but before I'm able to get there I hear a panicked knock on the door. I rush to open it and grasp onto him as tight as I can and not daring to let go. 

"Shhh, shh I know" Jimin comforts me, rubbing my back as he walks in, still holding onto me and guiding us both over to the couch. "Jimin h-he was here last night and I just let him walk away and I-" "Hey, don't do that, you couldn't have known that this was going to happen" he says, holding me tighter in his embrace, telling me not to go there. 

"Do his parent's know?" I ask after I've calmed down again, pulling away and sitting up to face him. "Yeah they do and they're on their way already. They're having the funeral today" he says while pushing the tear dampened strands of hair out of my face.

"Today? They can't have it today! What about the rest of his family?" I question, surprised that a funeral could even be put together so quickly. "They want to have a small intimate gathering for now and then tell everyone later. It's just too painful and they want it done quietly" he says and I nod my head, respecting his parent's wishes. 

"What time does it start?" I question, wiping away the tears that keep falling. "At five" he say, cringing at the time constraint we've been left with. "Jimin that's two hours" I say, shocked that they would be able to even be emotionally capable of setting everything up so quickly. 

"I know but this was the only spot they had available" he says and I nod my head, not bothering to ask for more details since nothing else really matters right now. "Will you take me to the funeral?" I ask, knowing for a fact that I wouldn't be able to make it there on my own. 

"Of course" he replies placing a hand on my shoulder and giving me a sad smile. "I'm gonna go home real quick and change and then I'll come back for you" he explains, placing a quick kiss on my forehead and heading out the door. I sit there and let a few more tears fall before pulling myself together and getting up to get ready. 

I don't bother putting on any makeup since there's no reason to. My boyfriend is gone and I'm not going to hide the sadness that I feel or cover up the gaping hole in my chest that once held my heart. The heart that always belonged to him and will forever stay with him. 

How could I have been so stupid? I should've made him stay. Maybe then things would be different. 

~~~~

As Jimin and I walk into the little chapel they're holding the funeral in I first lay my eyes on Mrs. Jeon who is putting up a stronger front than I thought she would. It probably hasn't hit her yet, the fact that her youngest son has been taken from her. 

Mr. Jeon is the one that notices us and comes over immediately and gives me the warmest hug I've ever received. "I'm so sorry" is all I can manage to choke out, not being able to hide my tears as I feel them start to form again, my vision going glossy. 

"Me too" he responds and leads me over to Mrs. Jeon who pulls me in close right when she sees me and that's when I lose it. "I know, it's gonna be okay. Don't worry love it's gonna be alright" she says while stroking my head, trying her best to calm me down. I choke back the sobs as much as I can but no matter how hard I try, the tears never stop. 

After a few more moments with them Jimin escorts us to our seats, just one row back from the front and I notice that I don't recognize the people in front of us, or anyone else for that matter. I brush it off and take a tissue out of the box that's placed in front of me and take deep shaky breaths in and out, finally quieting down as soon as the officiant walks up to the podium.

"Who is that?" I whisper to Jimin, taking in the gorgeous woman who is presiding over the ceremony. "Not sure but she's beautiful" Jimin says, while checking her out. I elbow him in the side and he holds back a groan in pain from the contact. 

"Not the time nor the place for that Jimin" I scold and he apologizes quietly before we continue to listen to the ceremony and as soon as she opens up the floor for people to come up and say some things that we remember about Jungkook we all watch in horror as the lid to the coffin opens and out comes a perfectly healthy Jungkook. 

We all just sit there stunned, not knowing what to do in this situation so Jungkook decides to break the silence. "Thank you so much everyone for coming. I'm sorry to have sprung this on all of you but your dedication has truly moved me" he says while climbing out of the coffin. 

"Y/n" he says, everyone now turning towards me and watching my every movement. "Please don't hate me for this but I just hoped that in doing this you would see how much we both love each other still and how I truly cannot live without you" he says while everyone sighs, acting as though this is somehow romantic. 

"Please will you give me another chance?" he asks, holding his hand out to me and I'm still frozen, flabbergasted that he would go this far. 

Jimin pokes me in the side to bring me back to reality and whispers a quick "Say yes" in my ear, encouraging me to take his hand. I take a deep breath and stand up, smiling at him sweetly and his eyes light up, waiting for that answer he's desperately been hoping for. 

"Go to hell" I growl and walk down the aisle, storming out of the place, not bothering to look back even as a commotion starts to settle in.             

"Y/n wait!" I hear Jungkook call after me, grabbing my wrist to keep me from getting to far but I rip it out of his grasp and turn around to face him. 

"You know I cried for you. I cried so hard I didn't know if I would ever stop. I cried for you last night and I cried even harder when I found out. I blamed myself for your death. I told myself 'If I just would've made him stay then he would still be here' I woke up thinking about how much I really love you and how I wanted to be with you again and then I get the call and it rips my heart out. I never would've forgiven myself" I shout at him, utterly heartbroken by this. 

"You know, something like this might've worked for your little actor friends but this is probably the worst thing you could've ever done to me. Jungkook I thought you died! You let me believe that you were dead and made me feel guilty about letting you go. Don't you see how fucking sick and twisted this is?" I continue, letting out angry tears as my voice gets louder and louder. 

"Y/n I'm sorry it was never supposed to be like this I jus-" "You just what? Huh? Wanted to see how broken I would've been without you? Wanted me to see how I don't want to live without you? Well you got your wish! Mission accomplished" I scoff, turning to leave and he stays frozen in place, this time letting me go. 

Jimin chases after me, begging to let him give me a ride home which I agree to because honestly I want to get out of here as soon as possible. Leaving behind that fucked up charade he pulled and made everyone play into. 

~~~~

"He never meant to hurt you you know?" Jimin says once he pulls up to my apartment complex. "Well he sure as hell has a funny way of showing it" I scoff, reaching for the handle to open the door. "He just doesn't want to lose you. I know he's been trying but he doesn't know what else to do" Jimin continues, leaving me leaning back into my seat again, knowing that he won't be letting me leave that easily.

"So his solution was to scar me for life?" I say, cocking an eyebrow at him and he turns away, guilt written all over his face. "Was everyone in on it except for me?" I question and he cringes before nodding his head slowly. "Great, just great" I mumble, opening the car door and slamming it behind me. 

"Just hear him out, please" is Jimin's last sentiment but I don't give him an answer as I turn and make my way to my apartment. If he thinks he's getting another chance after he's pulled a stunt like that then he's even more delusional than I thought he was. 

~~~~

Clearing my head is proving to be a lot more difficult especially when Jungkook's been blowing up my phone ever since I left. I don't understand how he could possibly think pulling a prank like that would make me want to take him back. He's just grasping at straws at this point but I guess I'm partially to blame since I really didn't give him a chance to say his piece. 

If I give him a chance now he's gonna think shit like that works on me but maybe I should just scold him and make it clear that that's not gonna get him anywhere with me. I groan and throw my head into my hands, sitting on the couch and stressing about what my next move should be and when I hear his all too familiar knocks on the door I know that I've run out of time. 

"Come in" I call out, full well knowing he still has his key on him and so I'm met with the sound of him unlocking the door before closing and locking it behind him, making his way into the apartment and onto the couch as carefully as he can. Doing whatever he can to keep me from blowing up on him. 

"Why would you do something like that to me" I say quietly after we've sat in silence, close to tear again with all the events of today and last night running through my mind all over again. "I'm so sorry Noona I just, well I didn't know what to do. After last night I was going insane. I was running out of ideas and so I stupidly thought of this plan at like three am and... I guess you know the rest of it" he trails off, full on admitting to his stupidity. 

"Anything decided at three am is probably a bad idea" I scoff, now understanding his mindset. He nods before hanging his head in shame, continuing to realize how idiotic this whole train wreck was. "What I did was stupid and insensitive and traumatizing and I apologize. I had no intention of hurting you" he says, placing his hand on top of my knee in an effort to show sincerity. 

"I know you didn't" I mumble, getting up from the couch and walking out onto my balcony, gazing up at the night sky. I take a few deep breaths to clear my head and calm my nerves before bothering to say anything else. 

As soon as I open my mouth though I'm met with two strong arms wrapping around my waist from behind and a head balanced on top of mine. "I'm so sorry Noona" he whispers, voice cracking, almost as if he was crying which from a few moments later after feeling a tear drop fall on my head I come to realize that he actually is. 

I turn around in his hold wordlessly and grasp onto him, holding him as close as I possibly can while we both cry, needing each other to really be able to heal. "Can we please talk now?" he asks and I nod my head into his chest before letting go and taking his hand while guiding us both over to the couch. 

"I just want you to know that I've thought a lot about what you said about me not being here or spending time with you and I've started to realize that I really have been distant. I haven't been taking time to appreciate you or love you so I just want to apologize for that. After what you said I started to realize that your love languages might be physical touch and quality time and I have fallen short on both sides. Now that I've realized that I'll pay closer attention to making sure your needs are met because I never want you to feel unloved by me. Ever" he says, squeezing the hand that he's still holding before continuing. 

"I know I've been busy on set with these last few episodes being filmed but that's still no excuse for not being here and I know that. I just have such a work minded attitude that I forget about the rest of my life sometimes and I know that a lot of that falls on you. If you give me the chance I really want to change and love you right this time. The way you deserve to be loved because if I could I would devote all of my time and attention to you. Every hour, every minute, every second because I never want to lose you. I don't want to give up on us" he says and I look up from my lap to see where our hands are connected when I feel a teardrop fall on them. 

"What can I do? What can I change to make it right? I'll do anything just please, don't leave me" he says. I look up at him and see a brilliant galaxy in his eyes, glassed over with crystal clear tears and my heart just breaks at the sight of him. 

I didn't realize until now just how hurt he might've been by this breakup too. I never wanted to acknowledge how heartbroken he looked every time I rejected him because I was too focused on me and my feelings. 

"Baby I'm sorry" I let out through choked sobs before pulling him in and resting my forehead against his. "I'm sorry I didn't even think about how this might've been hurting you too and I just, I want us to be together. I won't leave you Jungkook I promise" I sob and he pulls me in closer and smashes his lips against mine, kissing away our sorrow and pain and frustration and everything in between. Mending the shattered pieces of our hearts and making them one. 

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA to refuse tutoring my nephew even though I'm not sure what he did wrong?

So I (24, F) have been tutoring my nephew/the son of my mum's close friend (10, M) for a couple of weeks now. His mum pays me for the hours I spend teaching him and honestly despite the kid being obviously ADHD I don't really mind him getting constantly distracted because it's clear he still understands what I'm explaining to him, so we had a pretty good relationship up until this point as I was way more understanding of him than any other tutors or even his own mother, although I don't really know him THAT well.

During our tutoring sessions my cat, Pudding (14, F) would usually stay in the same room with us. She likes to stay in the same room as other people but usually doesn't let strangers pet her and will go away if bothered too much. Well, Nephew being distractable as he is would often go up to her to pet her as he would answer a question of mine or just as a thing between answering questions. Strangely enough Pudding did let him do that and didn't seem to be THAT bothered by it, so I too ignored it and just let him do it.

Now, here's the issue: A few days ago after we finished our tutoring session for that day I left the room to wash my hands in the kitchen since we were eating snacks during the session. My house's kitchen is literally DIRECTLY next to the room where we have our tutoring sessions so it couldn't have taken longer than 10-15 seconds from me leaving before I heard a cry from Pudding. "Oh, she must've finally gotten annoyed with Nephew's behaviour, I'll tell him to stop bothering her." I thought to myself as I finished washing my hands, yet before I was even able to make it back to the room I heard a second, much louder meow, the kind of meow a cat only makes if they ACTUALLY get hurt. So now, properly concerned, I round the corner into the room and see Nephew sitting right next to where Pudding is still laying, now with her ears flat and looking at him. He must've seen the confusion on my face because the first thing he said was "We were just playing." to which I blurted out that clearly she was not in the mood to play and walked over to check on her. While doing that, I noticed that there was a blanket slightly covering Pudding's hind legs, so I assumed maybe Nephew accidentally put his weight there without realizing she had her paws there. I VERY GENTLY pulled back the blanket and VERY GENTLY touched her legs to see if they were hurt, and then she BIT me and finally ran away. Of course I don't blame her, and in fact that only strengthened my concern because Pudding is a VERY polite cat, if she's bothered by anything she will just leave and if she bites for play it's always very gentle and doesn't leave a mark, this was not that. Afterwards I couldn't get any useful information out of Nephew as to what exactly he did, he just kept saying that he was petting her and she got annoyed which was clearly not true, so I dropped the subject and just sent him home.

Now it's been a few days since that happening and I've checked on Pudding's legs a few times since then. She doesn't respond to me touching them at all and she doesn't limp or anything so either she didn't get injured, or the legs were never the issue in the first place and me touching her was simply the last straw in that already stressful situation for her. Despite that however, I find myself not wanting to have Nephew over for tutoring anymore as I'm afraid that something like this might happen again when I'm literally gone from the room for less than a minute. It really annoys me that I have absolutely no clue what happened while I was gone, I don't even have a way to know if Nephew did whatever he did intentionally or by accident since him saying they were just "playing" could very well be just his honest perception of the situation, or him lying and being vague on purpose because he knows he did something wrong. The reason why I feel like Nephew might be lying about doing bad things on purpose is because Nephew's family has two cats, so I really feel like he should know better already and be more careful. Another point is the fact that this literally happened the INSTANT I was gone from the room, almost as if he was waiting for me to be gone to do something (as far as I recall I haven't ever left him alone with Pudding before this point), though admittedly that could just be unlucky coincidence. Plus, I find it REALLY hard to believe he'd be able to make Pudding cry like that on accident, I've genuinely NEVER heard her make a sound like that, ever, not even at the vet's. On the other hand however I know that he was failing his math class badly before I started tutoring him and I'm almost certain he'd start to fail again if I stopped helping him. Not only that, I'd have to come up with a lie about being too busy to do tutoring or something else since obviously I can't tell his mother "Hey your son might've done something bad but I'm not really sure and don't really have any proof and can't even tell if it was really intentional or not", since I realize how ridiculous that sounds despite still genuinely feeling incredibly uncomfortable about the whole situation.

So with all of that out of the way, would I be the asshole for denying him my tutoring services just because I feel uncomfortable about the idea of him possibly hurting my cat on purpose, even when I don't really have any proof that he did it on purpose or would do it again?

What are these acronyms?

[withahappyrefrain]

Summary: The pain medication given to Bob after a training accident has some interesting, albeit endearing, side effects.

As you weave your way through the people, desperate to make it to the front desk, the words kept playing over and over in your mind.

Training accident. Had to eject.

The strong possibility always hung over in your mind, taunting you whenever he went to work. That one day you would receive that dreaded phone call.

And while you didn't get that phone call today the fact you came close was unnerving.

Hurt pretty bad. Needed surgery.

Your throat felt thick, as though you were almost choking on air. It was a surprise you could audibly tell the nurse at the front desk your name.

"He's still in surgery, Mrs. Floyd. You can wait in the lobby and we'll alert you when he's done."

Nodding because of your fear that if you spoke, the tears would spill out, you sat down in the uncomfortable chair.

You tried to people watch, see if you could spot someone you knew, who Bob knew. Tell you what happened.

But did you really want those horrible details?

No. You wanted to know that your husband was okay. That he would recover. That he would be back in your arms, where he belonged.

You could call his mom and sister, let them know what was happening. It could be comforting to hear their voices.

But it would also remind you that your husband was hurt and you didn't know if he was okay.

So instead, your fingers fiddled with his wedding ring that hung on the silver chain around your neck. He always gave it to you when he had missions.

That way you had a piece of him if anything happened.

"Mrs. Floyd?" You looked up to see a nurse standing near you.

"Your husband is all done with his surgery, he's-"

"Is he okay? How did his surgery go? Can I go see him?" The nurse took a step back at your numerous questions.

"His surgery went well. He's currently hopped on a lot of medication to reduce the pain, so he may be out of it. Once the doctor is done, you can go see him."

The next ten minutes were somehow even worse. Knowing Bob was so close, but not able to see him was absolute torture.

You practically ran when the nurse said he was ready for visitors.

The sight of Bob, eyes closed as he laid in the hospital bed, bandages covering his arms, hooked up to an IV bag was heartbreaking. Despite his tall, broad frame, he looked so small in that bed.

Maybe you should sit by the bed and wait for him to wake up. What even are the standard protocols when your husband has to eject from his plane and gets injured in the process?

Your feet had a mind of their own, bringing you to the bed. Then your hands had their own idea, reaching up to card your fingers through his ruffled dark blonde locks.

His shifted towards your touch, those beautiful blue eyes still closed.

"Hey love," you whispered before pressing your lips to his forehead. Seeing the rise of his chest with each breath brought you comfort; he was here, he came back to you, just like he promised.

A confused, drowsy hum left his lips as his eyes slowly opened.

"Robby?" You should take a step break. Should give him space.

But how could you, when those eyes deeper than the ocean looked up at you?

"Robby!" You all but threw yourself at him, burying your head into his neck, the comforting scent of sage filling your nostrils, "I'm so glad you're safe, I was beside myself when they called."

"I-huh?" His voice was drowsy and full of confusion. Makes sense, considering when he was last conscious, he was in a fighter jet, thousands of feet up in the air.

"Doctors say if you keep up your current trajectory, you'll be able to go home tomorrow. Gives me time to get your favorite meal ready."

"Beef Goulash?" Bob mumbled, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Of course! Your mom's recipe." You pressed your lips against one of his red cheeks before capturing his lips with yours. You couldn't help it. Your husband had survived, he was right there. How could you not kiss him?

"Am I in heaven?"

You couldn't help but laugh at Bob's question, shaking your head as you kissed him again.

"No Robby, you're at the Miramar Hospital."

Bob pulled away, confusion written all over his face, "But....you're an angel?"

You shook your head again, but without laughing this time, "Robby. You okay?"

"I.....I was in the air and Phoenix, she kept telling me to eject and I think I did? Then I woke up and you're....you're here and wow. You're stunning."

Your stomach fluttered at his compliment, "Of course I'm here," you grabbed the hand that wasn't hooked up to an IV bag, "What kind of wife would I be if I wasn't?"

Bob's nearly widened, "Wife? Did you say wife?"

Oh boy.

"Yes, I'm your wife. We got the rings and everything." You held up your hand, showing the gold wedding band, which matched the one Bob wore.

"We're married?" His eyes were as wide as saucers, hope and confusion dancing along those oceanic irises.

"We are. Have been for five years now."

"Five years?!" Bob put his hand over his heart, as if he were afraid of it jumping out of his chest, "Wow. I bet those five years have been wonderful."

"They have! And I will tell you all about them, after I get the nurse!"

You began moving to get up when a large hand grabbed yours.

"Wait!" You stopped to look at Bob, "Are you.....are you sure you're my wife? Not that I'm complaining it's just you're so beautiful and lovely and I....I'm....just Bob."

So the pain medication could make him temporarily forget you, but not his insecurities? Go figure.

"No, you are not just Bob. You are the smartest, sweetest, kindest, most amazing man I have ever met. You're a wonderful husband and father, and every day I'm thankful I get to wake up next to you."

A small albeit sweet lopsided smile appeared on Bob's face, before his eyes widened once again, "Wait....did you did you say father?"

You couldn't help but giggle, "Yes. You are the father to three cats, two dogs, a rabbit, and three amazing kids."

"I am? With you?" His body was practically buzzing with excitement. His eyes were shining so brightly as he looked at you in pure amazement.

"You are. In fact, we were working on our fourth kid before all this," You smiled slyly as your fingers reached over his forearms.

"We-oh. Oh. We were-we did-um, I'm just wow I'm just going to lie down, oh look there's a bed."

The nurses rushed in upon hearing the heart rate monitor increase.

One even asked, "What did you do?!"

"Told him he was married with children."

************************************

The next day, the nurses alerted you that after the pain medication had worn off, Bob did remember you as his wife.

According to them, he wouldn't stop talking about you.

"My wife! There she is!" You smiled at hearing Bob's cheerful voice, knowing he was there, safe and sound.

"Hey hot stuff, you ready to go home? Mack has been asking when you'll show the Wizard of Oz," you paused, "You know Mack? Our daughter?"

Bob chuckles while shaking his head, "Yes. I remember all my children, as well as my amazing wife."

"Good, though I was looking forward to you recreating our first date. Was hoping you would kiss me this time."

Bob pulled you into his lap, his hands cupping your face, "Guess I'll just have to kiss you for the rest of my life to make up for it."

His lips pressed against yours briefly before moving to your cheeks, then your forehead, then to your nose.

"I think I can deal with that," you giggled as he continued to pepper your face with light kisses.

"Me too darlin. Me too."

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

HEY BBG !! so happy u took that break and that ur requests are open nowww

so ive been wanting to tell u abt this dream i had with peter quill (of course i mean..who else) and turn it into a request!

its like after the holiday special and before gotg vol 3 where maybe reader was just cruising around knowhere before these cute lil kiddos come up to reader like "mx. ___, come play with us! we need one more player for our game" and it took them some time to actually convince reader and theyre finally like "alright alright" so they play a game with em

and just so the cliché and cheezy can come in, peter is also just walkin around yk, seeing what ppl doing, and boom 🤯🤯 the skrunkly sees reader playing with the kids

very cute n sweet best dream ive probably ever had, hopefully you can write this soon! I also dearly apologise for coming to you with peter requests only. I only feel comfy requesting things to you 💔

have a great week/end !!

-🪐

HI BBG!! I really hope I did this right, I felt pressure to write it as best as I could for to live up to your dream. also never apologise, I love that I can always rely on you to send in quill requests. and you’re so sweet, again I love that send ideas to me😩 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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play ball

peter quill x gn reader

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"Can you play with us?" a small, child-like voice asks, interrupting you from your thoughts. 

"Me?" you question, pointing to yourself as you glance around the quiet, empty park.

"Yeah," another kid adds, rolling the ball towards his friend.

"I'm not very good," you say, slowly turning your attention away.

"Please?"

"No one ever wants to play with us," a little girl joins in, frowning at you. 

"Just for a few minutes," one of the children pleads, giving you puppy eyes. 

You had a swarm of kids badgering you to join in with their ball game, and it was only a matter of time before they could wear you down. 

"Alright, alright," you exhale, standing from the bench where you were comfortably seated. "What're we playing anyway?" you ask, looking around at their mischievous faces.

"We can't tell you."

"And why's that?"

"The last time we had an adult, we..." a kid trails off, pausing.

"You what?" you ask, eyes squinting.

"We accidentally hurt him," he said bashfully.

"Hurt him?" 

"Yeah, we threw the ball at him too hard."

"Yeah," another joins in.

"It was an accident, though— we didn't mean it."

"We said 'sorry,'"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Filling me with great confidence, kids,"

"We won't hurt you,"

—

After a while of playing and following their impossible, make-it-up-as-you-go-along rules, you were tired and in desperate need of a break. So you excuse yourself back to your bench, except now, there's someone in your space. 

"Do you mind if I sit?" you ask, nodding to the empty seat beside the man. 

"Sure, go ahead," he nods, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Those kids tire you out?" he asks, making friendly conversation. 

"Big time," you laugh, holding your side. "And they're not even mine." 

"No, no, I know. I just know from experience," he chuckles, turning to face you. "Last time I played, I got kicked in the nuts."

"You did?" you fail to hide your laugh. "They can pretty rough."

"Tell me about it," he rolls up his sleeve, extending his arm. "Also got bitten."

You look over his forearm to see the outline of a bitemark, a small circle of faint pink that was sure to form into a scar.

"You got bitten? I didn't think I'd consider myself lucky," you chuckle, looking ahead at the kids who are now tackling one another. "Wild little things."

"That they are," he says, smiling at you. "I'm Peter."

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quill taglist: @annielr @spacetalbot @bubblezuku @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @queerponcho @selfryed @traiitorjoe

[witheredsnow]

How do stories come to be? Not too sure. I simply browsed some tags in Tumblr at one point then my mind started narrating in a melancholic tone a story in my head while taking pieces of memories of mine.

Anyway, TW! for imagery of some trauma that is not specified that much below. Feel free to think of filling in details to your liking.

-as always, Rei

Untitled, an aro/ace/aroace (depends on how you interpret) short story

On an ordinary day, nothing is out of place. Although, perhaps not yet.

I minded my own as I sat still as the world around me went by.

Right, your company besides me. A present presence. Did I bore you with my silence? Although I do not know what else to discuss... Not when I know where you wish to lead it to.

Hm. You look at me like so. A gaze I've grown accustomed to. Yet, I can not return the favor. I would not anymore, although that would be a question on whether I was able to in the first place. To add, I don't even think it's a favor I'm willing to accept anymore.

However, yes, I'm still here. Am I misleading? I don't know. Perhaps.

In truth, I wanted to know of something but now my question is answered as I've achieved it.

I stood up.

...

......

..........

Gentle physical touches whether by accident or a purposeful comfort, lingering gazes that speak more than just simple interest, smiles and laughter that carry warmth that spreads, and words whether spoken with explicit intention to say or implicitly hint at the other.

All accompanied by that feeling, that sensation, that... Whatever it would be called.

I wondered if they were real.

I envied the feelings described.

I wanted to have that feeling myself.

But perhaps not. I don't.

Not when I fear?

.....

It still hurts to remember, but perhaps time has numbed me enough to not cry and to fear... Less.

....

A plate broke. Again. Shattered pieces scattered on the outdated floors of the room.

The floors were already ugly, but the question of aesthetics is not what's wrong here.

It felt like my heart rate dropped in sync with another plate crashing down, then cabinets, chairs, the whole room and... Whatever else that is in the way of this maelstrom.

Oh how a young mind could comprehend what happened. I first thought before that was what life was, that was already what it would be forever after.

Strong, vice-like grips, rough handling inadvertently causing harm, furious glares and resentment filled stares, harsh tone of voice that causes one to tremble with a chilling anxiety.

For how long had that lasted, that scene which followed the general outline with variations.

.....

Truthfully, I did not once question how it had affected me. I thought I was supposed to be whatever it was I was and am. Although...

....

The present. Right.

I heard you. Yes. Sort of, but I won't say.

You asked me a question, hurt and disbelief in your tone.

My answer was that now I know. It wasn't a pretty answer. Perhaps I deserved that projectile hurled at me. The only thing I regret is not knowing sooner. Believe it or not, I care. Despite the way I am, I do. Or rather, the way I am doesn't affect how I care about you.

... But I know it's not enough. Or perhaps not what you wanted.

....

Perhaps it is ill timing, but I am reminded of that time by my own mind.

Again and again.

When I've confessed to have that phantom haunting me, peers of mine would be so kind. My ideas on what ails me, and what it would mean for me, my peers have guided me.

You were one of them. And... Well, I still am grateful to you. What kept haunting me now has made me fear less. I thought I could function the way a "normal" person would because of you—however, I suppose I am not. Normal, that is.

Not to you, perhaps. Or even others.

....

.......

Kindly. Please. Do not reason with me how I'm still in a choke hold by my own phantoms. Especially for the reason of chaining me to your ideas.

I know what I am now.

Not the haunted caused by them. But simply my own existence that has its own seperate identity.

I breathed out, exhaling slowly.

I hope you understand. Try to understand the me now, the being that I am.

I am placing myself in this world as I am and the details simply solidified who that is.

I'm sure you'd rather think of me as the villain now, so I do not speak after. In my limited ideas of fiction type villainy, I walk away silently while leaving you in your own turmoil.

....

[crownedinmarigolds]

6, 23, 24, 27, 45 and 63 for Khloe? :3c

Oh my goodness! SO MANY! Thank you!! :0 I think for fun because the questions seemed posed like an interview, I may have Khloe "answer" these herself! (Ask Meme Post here!)

Her hands are laced in her lap, and she can feel her heart pound in her chest as the interviewer gives her a quick smile over their notes to put her at ease. The questions shouldn't be too invasive, right? Khloe sits up when the other person appears ready. 6. Are you more mature than you seem? Less? Khloe laughs a little, though the question itself isn't amusing really, it's more like a valve release to get out the stage fright. "I get told I look younger than I actually am, so I guess I would technically be way more mature than I appear. I'm thirty but I get told I don't look like it. So that's nice!" 23. How did you earn a living? "I am still working for the company I was at before." She gets a bit more comfortable in her seat and smiles. "I'm just a data entry clerk, but it's work from home and I pretty much make whatever schedule I want, so it's pretty perfect for my, uh, current lifestyle." 24. Did you have any real friends? Khloe cringes a little, ouch. "I fell off accidentally with a lot of people. I just got busy, COVID hit and it was hard to meet up and then you forgot to meet up... Days just blurred together and before you knew it months passed. I would say though my Mom was probably my best friend..." Her voice trails off, and for a split second her eyes appear melancholy before she looks back to the interviewer. 27. What was your first brush with the supernatural? "Unfortunately, my first brush with the supernatural was my Embrace. I have lots of books and movies and games and whatever centered around the supernatural that I love, but I never thought it was real-real until I woke up a vampire. I wouldn't call me a complete non-believer, but I definitely didn't think every bump in the night was a ghost or a werewolf that's for sure." She shrugs, "I gotta say, wasn't impressed initially with the whole being a supernatural being either for a hot bit there. Thanks to being Thinblood, my heart still beats, I still feel things working, I don't even heal good - uhm, well I mean. So aside from feeling ravenously hungry, it wasn't very different than being human." 45. Why do you think they (your sire) chose you? Her nostrils flare a little, and though she tries to remain polite she can't help the slight disdain in her voice. "If everything she tells me is true, which sure I am inclined to believe her, then it was all an accident and my Embrace was out of the goodness of her heart. Or maybe even a weird motherly pull because she knew about her issues with Embracing. Either way, I don't think I was a real choice, just an opportunity that presented itself when she slammed her car head-on into mine and I went flying into the street." 63. Do you have a permanent home at all? The frown she had from the question about her sire remains, and she looks at her lap, "I have an apartment but I don't really stay there anymore. I stayed with my boyfriend in his trailer, but that's gone now too. I stay now with my coterie in our shared home - but who knows how long that will last. It's just the nature of the life I've chosen to dedicate myself to, right? You don't revolutionize without possibly getting hurt, and you can't always trust that your own bed is safe..." Her lips then quirk into a smile, "Though, I guess sorry to be so cheesy, I would say my coterie is my permanent home. That I can say for absolute certain."

[badgerinamicrowaveromohomo]

This post will be be different from my entire page. It is an information point mainly discussing girls:

As a once perceived female, I have anger. Today I walked down the streets of my beloved town and I remembered the first time I went down it on my own. I was terrified and walking quickly because I heard horror stories and I felt sad about being separated from my family (I got a little bit lost). The FIRST pub I quickly walked past I was a scared object. I don't remember what they said, but it was something about being on my own and a pretty girl and just general catcalling. I was that sort of age where I didn't have any dislikes in food or in people. That must've been the first thing I disliked. I was so scared and it took me a long time to go out by myself.

This wasn't the first time I was sexualised, nor the last. It hurts me the disparage between men and woman, or more apt between men and girls.

May I iterate at this time that there is so much good in this world. Mostly reiterating to me so I don't throw something.

Dance took up a lot of my life when young. At the age of maybe 6 I learned to "sexy dance". Couldn't have been more than 4 when I started this sport and I remember so clearly being told to suck everything in. Ballet does rely on core strength, and I thought there was something wrong with me for having a bum or having a tiny tiny stomach that stuck out in revealing leotards. I was teased by the teacher for having breakfast.

It's one of my earliest memories.

I thought for years this was the fault of the leotar, that girls shouldnt wear such things. Turns out it's the people, the teachers, our unwanted observers.

Today, my boss walked behind me centimetres past me and I froze. His towel brushed my arse a little bit that could have easily been a genuine accident. What wasn't an accident was how close he was to me than his male co-workers. All shift he treated me like an idiot for asking questions about the workplace that I'm new to. I know for a fact that if it was a man asking the same questions that he would be inquisitive and wanting to learn, but I perceived his responses to mean that I am shrill and annoying.

We are taught from a very young age that men are dangerous and it proves to be right. We are taught to fear them all. Never during lessons was I surprised to hear the horrors of the world because it's ingrained from birth.

Half of our population is scared of the other.

Half of our population feel scared when a man is behind you.

Half of our population can't deal with this fear anymore.

We have been crying out for centuries to be taken seriously.

Since women being able to vote, there has been a shift of "women have all the rights already, why do we have to change because of one bad thing that happened?"

We need to change because grown women are afraid to be alone.

We need to change because children get cat called.

Legally, we are equal.

To you, we are equal because we can do the same jobs as you.

We see the ways you treat us differently but we are AFRAID to speak up.

We can't lose our jobs over this. Many do. I was replaced by a boy in my first workplace because he would be stronger than weak little girl. I lost my next job because I spoke out about feeling not safe.

I feel afraid when there's only men in the room. I feel that I can't say anything and I'm helpless. I feel that I'm the idiot, no matter what. One man can make a room full of girls/ women feel threatened.

A 16 year old today was told off because her legs were on display and it wasn't professional. I've seen men bartenders wear shorts all of the time.

There are different standards for you and for i, all because you presume me female.

We don't want to anger you in case you strike out and hurt us.

Because we've all been hurt by people like you.

I implore for the women/ former women to find a single woman who hasn't been scared of a man just waking down the street, just being looked at for too long.

Reply if you have never been scared of men.

Reblog if you have never not been scared of men.

A poem to end this speech.

Men.

I don't care who you are

I'm scared of you.

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

Questions tag!

These got Long, so I'll do the tagging stuff up top!

Tagged by: @orionsdestiny

Tagging, under the express condition that you Want To: @sirenianheart @chasm-connected @blaackbiird @monstrousgourmandizingcats And anyone else who sees it and desires to overshare on the internet!

Are you named after anyone?: I'm not named after anyone, no, but I was named after the concept that I gave my mother "a wealth of faith" when she learned she was pregnant with me. (She was in a very rough situation and though I can't understand the mindset myself, I appreciate the sentiment that knowing she was going to have me gave her faith somehow.)

When was the last time you cried?: Does tearing up at songs count? I think it was at I Have a Right by Sonata Arctica on Friday. That song ALWAYS gets to me... (And I think the same day Spotify had shuffle'd up Worth It by Pop Evil, which ALSO always gets to me.)

But as far as ACTUALLY crying, with tears falling and everything, I think that was... when I cried at the last house meeting because I was talking about things that are kinda inherent to Me (speaking bluntly because speaking aloud doesn't come naturally to me and it's the only way I can get the words out, not knowing how to be Soft and Gentle, being frustrated with my disabilities and how I hurt people by accident because of these things, etc.)

Do you have kids?: No, and I have zero desire for them. (I have already decided that even if I do ever actually WANT kids--and I will never have a kid unless I have an Active Desire to Raise One and dedicate my whole life to this living creature--I will adopt. Between my health issues and emet*phobia, I am simply NOT going to risk pregnancy.)

Do you use sarcasm a lot?: Sarcasm? Why would I use that? It's not like it's my favorite form of humor or anything. /s

Seriously though, I do use it a lot around friends and when I'm feeling snarky. Like Eris said, I'm trying to cut down on it because I've learned that a lot of people are hurt or offended by it, even when I don't mean to be hurtful. (And sometimes I do. But a lot of time I'm being critical in a Playful way.) But it IS my favorite form of humor. And if I'm comfortable and in a witty mood, I will likely be making a sarcastic comment.

What's the first thing you notice about people?: Their emotional state, and whether my empathic senses are telling me they're being Honest about it or Putting Up a Front to Hide Things.

What's your eye color?: "Blue" officially, but mostly gray tbh. They look more blue when I wear black (which is most of the time), a LOT more gray if I'm wearing blue (which is a fair amount), and actually kinda green when I have blue makeup on.

Scary movies or happy endings?: Both, ideally! I like it when people have to WORK for the happy ending. My favorite stories ever are the ones that made me fear for the characters, but then gave them a happy ending. And I do LOVE horror! (Unfortunately the aforementioned emet*phobia means I have to be Very Careful watching scary movies though.)

Any special talents?: I think of myself as a VERY good writer! Especially with characterization and headcanon power, moreso for my OCs than canon characters probably, but I like my word choice and I like the way I adjust my writing style to suit the scene too. My poetry tends to have the same meter and rhyme schemes, and generally I don't capitalize on metaphor the way other poetic masters do, but I like my poetry pretty well too. I can sorta draw, and it's far more Expressive than Realistic, but I like my art.

I'm also rather skilled in pet care! I literally have veterinary training on a formal education level, I just decided not to go $120k into student loan debt to do it forever. :P That's another thing, I'm pretty damn good at budgeting! Let's see, also Asking the Right Questions to figure things out. I'm a practicing witch and I specialize in being eclectic! So there's a WIDE swath of different kinds I know about, even though I have my favorites. Same goes for meditation; I've been practicing that for longer than I've been intentionally practicing magic!

I'm also an empath, which is both a skill (interpreting what my senses are telling me) and an inborn talent (I have no choice in the matter; I did try to cut it off when it grew faster than my skill at shielding myself grew to the point of constantly overwhelming me in high school, but it made me feel suffocated). But contrary to popular stereotypes, that doesn't make me super emotionally intelligent. I know it's ~~cool~~ to bully people for this now (heavy sarcastic emphasis), or write it off as "honey you just have hypervigilance", but I was always an empath even before the trauma. And I actually Can't read body language. So like. Miss me with your skepticism, you don't know my life. What I lack in EQ though, I also have a special talent for facing my flaws and figuring out what work I need to do to work on them.

Where were you born?: Ohio, USA! I don't know why the whole internet hates Ohio, it's actually really nice in my part of it.

What are your hobbies?: Writing, poetry, witchcraft, and meditation all previously mentioned! I also love love LOVE music, I go to live concerts at LEAST once a year, theoretically I draw, I like learning everything I can about my hyperfixations, caring for my pets, kinda-sorta have houseplants (two spider plants by the kitchen window that I hijacked from the office spiderplant at work ;P), I'd garden if I had the time and energy, and of course, reading. I'm very slow unless something has All of my Absolute Attention and there are no other obligations to prioritize, but I adore it and I'll almost ALWAYS choose reading over playing on my phone when I have the free time.

Have you any pets?: Yep! Three diamond doves (wild-type Blue and his two white-rumped blue sons Silver and Ametrine), and two chinchillas (Dusty the mosaic and Sisu the TOV ebony). I'm considering getting a pigeon and getting back into planted fish tanks someday, but I'm holding off on those until I have more free time.

What sports have you played?: I played soccer for the city for two years? No sports other than that. I don't have that "competitive spirit", and I prefer solo exercise like hiking and swimming. (I have done horseriding as a random fun activity now and then, and I've... tried archery, the once. I have so little upper body strength I couldn't draw the bow and even though I was standing halfway up a driveway and the target was at the top, the arrow only went halfway there.)

How tall are you?: 5'4! (I used to think it was 5'3.5, because doctors can't seem to agree if my height is 5'3 or 5'4, but I had someone measure me and we both agreed I'm actually 5'4.)

Favorite subject in school?: Possibly English? Surprisingly I didn't like Creative Writing as much as I thought I would, because I don't like being told WHAT to write or HOW to write it. But I also really loved art, choir, Latin, and science! And in college, I ADORED anthropology and Comparative World Religions. I also really liked my etymology courses!

Dream job?: No job at all!~ If I was able to choose my office hours (i.e., not run myself ragged) and go to school for free, I think I would make a very good exotics veterinarian. Particularly for birds. But the reality is that would put me in debt for LIFE, and the hours are grueling, and though I think I could handle the emotional toll of seeing pets suffering and the occasional euthanasia, my emet*phobia makes v*ing animals a nasty trigger (part of why I'd want to work with birds tbh), and I CAN'T handle the emotional toll of people knowing their animals are suffering and simply not caring. (I loved working at the pet store, but I saw that so often it broke my faith in humanity for a little while.) Or they can't afford the treatment their dearly beloved pets need and the kindest option is to put them down to spare them the suffering of dying a slow death from it.

One of my dreams though is to found a charity to help people pay their vet bills! Other dream jobs include being able to make a living through translation (reality: incredibly unstable pay and having to self-market), or through some sort of neopagan spirituality (reality: there's very little money in that unless you want to publish a book through Llewellyn or something, which has a whole host of issues with misinformation and editing books to suit their perspective rather than yours), or travel (that COSTS money, not MAKING money), or breeding birds or chinchillas (very expensive hobby, and there's a reason most people do it as a HOBBY and not their primary income, because the customer base is unreliable and Taking Good Care of A Whole Lot of Animals is expensive, both monetarily and in time cost).

So ultimately, I do not want a job. Working on it, but that's gonna take a few years before I can ever get to the point of leaving the job world behind forever! My dream job is no job at all, and all the time and money in the world to travel and learn languages and own all the animals I can take care of and practicing my spirituality and being a part of that community to my heart's (and soul's!) content.

[fandomzwriterk]

Helloooo! Hope you enjoy some stories for one of the worlds new favorite Slytherin boys!

⭕️Gryffindor!Reader! + Non specified Gender! + mentions of Sebastian not being the smartest with alcohol⭕️

In DATDA...

Y/n pov

"Depulso!" Poppy Sweeting yelled as she fired a blast at Natty's Protego shield

"Accio!" Natty responded back with

Both Natty and Poppy went flying off the table, landing softly as Professor Hecat cushioned their falls with Levioso. The rest of the class was just laughing but a few of us remained silent.

"I'd prefer to not get blasted off into the wall." I thought to myself

"Hey Y/n! Let's go! Me and you!" Sebastian called as he climbed up onto the table

"Yeah get em Y/n! Show him what Gryffindor's can do!" Garreth cheered

I looked at the young Slytherin boy who towered over me as he stood on the table looking down at me with a smile. He was so sure he was going to beat me this time.

"Fine... have it your way." I answered

After a quick minute...

"Bombarda!" Sebastian shouted

"Protego! Stupefy!" I yelled back

"You got this Y/n!" Natty and Poppy both cheered

Sebastian, my best friend and someone who mattered dearly to me, sought to get payback for losing to me the first time we met. This was his tenth attempt. He focused his eyes on the tip of his wand, then focusing my dominant hand that held my wand.

"Diffindo!" He shouted

"Glacious!"

The blade of his Diffindo was frozen in place as Professor Hecat stopped both of us in place.

"Alright you two you can stop now. Take this duel elsewhere before you break something." she said eyeing Sebastian

"Yes Ms. Hecat. It won't ever happen again!"

"Mmhmm that's what you said last time Mr. Sallow."

Sebastian looked down at the ground then looked up at me with a wink.

"Oh look it's about time to finish class! Now if you would please, take notes on the spells we worked on today!" She called as we ran out of the door

Sebastian ran ahead, only stopping once he saw our other friend Ominis down the hall.

"Last one to Hogsmeade owes us all Butterbeer!" He said running ahead

"Well it looks like it'll be me... again." Ominis groaned

"Cheer up Ominis. I'll pay this time."

Just outside of Hogsmeade...

"Come on you lot! You're wasting daylight!" Sebastian called ahead of us as Ominis and I ran at a slower speed

"One of us is blind you jerk!" I yelled

"And one of us is paying for your drink!" Ominis added

As the three of us ran into Hogsmeade, I spotted a Fwooper fly overhead and into the Forbidden Forest.

"Come on! You're walking so slow!"

As soon as Sebastian opened the doors to The Three Broomsticks, I saw Sirona washing up a table in the far back corner.

"Ah yes you three. What can I do for you today?" She asked

"Some butter beer for us please?" I asked

"That I can do."

Some time later...

"And then Y/n comes flying down on a Threstal! How in the world did that happen?" Sebastian asked Ominis as he recounted our last "adventure" into the forest

"I suggest you stop sneaking off at night if that's what you're asking Sebastian."

I stood up and walked over to the counter for our second round of drinks as people walked in and out of the place.

"Wait I've got an idea! What if-"

"Sebastian stop if it had the words 'what if' at the start, don't ask the question." I replied

"Y/n's right you know." Ominis added with a teasing voice

"It was a good idea! I'm serious! What if we settle our duel on the beach of the lake? Then that way, if one of us gets hurt... again, then we can just go straight to Hogwarts."

I looked at Ominis as he grabbed his drink and took a sip.

"Fine. But I'm staying this time in case one of you kills the other this time." Ominis complained

"Hey last time was an accident. How was I supposed to know Y/n would go chasing after the Unicorn?" Sebastian asked both of us

I rolled my eyes as I recounted the event in question.

Flashback...

"Are you sure this is safe?" I asked as Sebastian as he pushed me back with Depulso

"Yes I'm sure! Don't worry about it! At least-"

The rushing behind me made me turn my head to see something gold and shiny run through the bushes.

"Unicorn!" I yelled as I felt another Depulso hit my back

"Shit Y/n!"

Flashback end...

"It was a draw in the end considering a Mongrel pack chased you soon after." I replied slyly

"That's a-"

"No I think Y/n speaks the truth this time."

"Hey now Ominis what do you mean by 'this time'? Surely I always tell you and Sebastian the truth almost always."

All Ominis could do was sigh as Sebastian and I chatted about that day.

Some time later...

"Alright funs over let's settle this."

"Are you-"

"Watch out!"

Without warning, and also because he might be a little "under the weather", Sebastian fired a Bombarda followed by a very loud and quick Incendeo to attack.

"Sebastian hold on you're-"

"Oh god I almost got hit watch out Y/n!" I heard Ominis yell from behind a boulder

"Sorry! Expelliamus!"

Sebastian remained strong, despite what he had been drinking beforehand and continued his assault with Depulso's, Accio's, Bombarda's, and Levioso's.

"Do something or else I will drag both of you back to Hogwarts myself!" Ominis shouted at the top of his lungs

"I'm working on it!"

"How can I- Wait that's it!"

Spying a quick and easy thing to use, I pulled a small branch to me with Accio and sent it flying at Sebastian, knocking him down. All I heard was a groan of pain as he laid there defeated once more on the sand.

"Finally... now I can go back and study." I said picking up Sebastian's arm and flinging it over my shoulder

"Yeaahhh but that was fun... wasn't it?" Sebastian asked half drunk in my ear

All I could do was sigh since I knew he was going to try and do this again another time.

"Yeah... I had fun." I replied

First one done hope you enjoyed! I'll take requests now!

[donnerpartyofone]

In addition to this morning's insane medical shenanigans, I have discovered that I have no idea who my financial advisor is now. My financial advisor, a professional who I never would have needed in my life, but who I urgently sought out after I got all this stock from my last job at [redacted evil megacorp], and after my grandmother died and I had to spend no less than three years sorting out her affairs (and I'm still constantly looking over my shoulder waiting to get yelled at by some new and obscure institution I forgot about, or penalized for something I didn't know was supposed to do, etc). Like I have no idea how money works, and I WANT to, I WANT to be responsible for my own life, but I'm just not smart enough to understand anything I read or hear. And I HAVE to understand it because if I don't, the IRS comes after me for $$$$ for something I didn't even know happened, or something similarly bad goes on. I know I'm making myself sound like a rich person right now, but that's not really how it works, I mean I appear to have some sort of safety net on paper, but it's not like cash on any level, it's like some radioactive elephant foot thing that if I ever touch it even by accident, there's an extremely good chance that someone will appear with a horrible punishment they have devised for me, and the whole thing is just a source of constant terror, like an extremely dangerous job that I did not apply for and that I am not qualified for and cannot get better at but that I am not allowed to quit. So I hired this financial advisor, who my friend told me is responsible for turning her poor carpet salesman uncle into a millionaire, and then at least I had someone to talk to if I had questions (whether or not I understood the answers) and everything seemed fine. Then I went to email him about some concerns I have about moving to a more expensive new apartment (something I can't really avoid at present), and the email bounced back. And I found out he had moved to a totally different firm, and like maybe he actually told me this and I just didn't understand it because I'm dumb, but I have only a vague memory of it and it did not come with any commentary like "Here's what you need to do now." So now I'm like OK but who is my financial advisor now? Same guy? Other guy? Anyone? I reached out to the assistant guy we worked with before and he had absolutely no information, but offered to become my "new" advisor. And I'm like OK I guess that's good, I want someone who knows me (and how stupid I am) and who knows something about the extremely complicated history of these accounts which I could never explain to a new person. And he's like OK just send me the most recent statements from your accounts and we'll figure out where we have to transfer them over from. And I'm like...but I just pulled statements from the website of YOUR COMPANY, where they have been this entire time. Is that like...does that even make any sense? Is anyone in charge of this now? So I had to cyberstalk my original guy to get a current email address at the very least, and it's starting to sound like everything is technically in the same place but in different "channels" now (that's a word I've never heard in this context, who knows what it means), and all I have to do is keep interrogating various people until someone admits that they are responsible for talking to me if I have any questions.

This entire morning has been about discovering that I am missing major pieces of information about my health, finances, and work life, and probably someone should have told me about these things at some point but nobody does because nobody considers it their job and then it's up to me to just GUESS what my unknown-unknowns are by feeling around in the darkness until I hurt myself.

[leviackermansgoodgirl]

Bare with me on this yall cause it's my first legit written out post here. (Has 97% to do with Levi Ackerman tho)

💥TRIGGER WARNING💥 mentions of Death, Car Accodent, CHSA/SA, cursing, mental health

I'm going through what feels like a living hell right now and thankfully as always Captain Levi to the fuckin rescue!

I found out last week that my 29yo cousin passed away in a horrible car accident and this week I was then told he was on the wrong side of the road at 3am on his way to work and had to be identified through dental records as the vehicle caught on fire and his body was burned beyond recognition... my real world boyfriend found out last night that his 12yo female cousin has been repeatedly assaulted by her foster father for we don't know how long. Plus my bf also got hacked on FB and started getting cyber bullied and roasted.

HERES WHERE CAPTAIN LEVI COMES IN

So to stay sane personally, I've basically been deriving my comfort from writing in my book that's about our dear captain and y/n (aka myself too) where Levi is listening to my character explain about being Beaten to death by a horrific boyfriend but she's saved when doctors bring her back and she's dissociated explaining this event while he's trying to control himself not to go hunt that bastard down...

Anyways I got to thinking (my real world bf has focused mainly on his problems much less on me or my grief and even when he does it's not in the ways I need...) I feel like with how perceptive Levi is paired with his own trauma filled life experiences, that he'd basically be the perfect partner especially for anyone that has/is dealing with trauma.

Levi would immediately notice when somethings 'off' whether it's anxiety, depression, ptsd, a breakdown etc. He'd immediately ask you what's wrong or going on bc he knows you aren't okay and gods help you if you try to say 'Oh its nothing/I'm fine' you're 100% getting the arched eyebrow look. He'd sit you down and ask you what you need or what he cam do to help you right now so that you're completely in control and his actions will match your words perfectly because he cares about your needs and understands how difficult it can be to bring up when somethings up.

He'd focus singularly on YOU NOT HIMSELF OR HIS PROBLEMS BECAUSE YOURE HIS PRIORITY RN! He never interrupts you or points the conversation or cathartic session towards himself because HE KNOWS YOU NEED THIS! When you stop talking because you're getting emotional and know you're about to break, he'll grab onto and hold you tight against his chest stroking your hair soothingly telling you

"It's okay babygirl. Just let it out you don't have to be strong right now I've got you."

And not a single piece of you doubts him which allows you to be fully vulnerable.

I feel like levi would've actually studied everything he could about all different manner of trauma, it's effects on the brain/emotions/ personality... so you never have to explain or even question yourself because when he notices you beating yourself up emotionally he will explain why what you're feeling and how you're behaving is perfectly understandable and 100% valid while reminding you not to be so hard on yourself.

"Show yourself the grace, compassion, and understanding that you give to everyone else in the world you encounter love. " he'd remind you.

I really need Levi to be beside me right now but I fully admit just thinking about having such an incredible perfect partner helped me so much!

PS: sorry for the long winded cathartic spill yall in really hurting tonight and Levi is where so much of my comfort is based right now.

Love yall!!

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

Cat: Are you happy here? Li: You'd think being surrounded by cutting edge laboratory equipment and some of the greatest minds the world's ever known would be enough. Only problem is the lack of transparency. I don't think we get the full story on everything that occurs down here.

- oh? dish, girl, i'm all ears.

Li: What does that have to do with why we're talking? Cat: The Brotherhood needs your help, Doctor. Li: Needs my help? Why? They seemed to have everything under control when I left. Cat: Did you abandon any projects you wanted to complete? Li: You should know better than to ask me that. If they didn't tell you what I was working on, they didn't want you to know. I'm certainly not going to put my neck on the line and spread their dirty little secrets.

- rats! my powers of unbeatable charisma have failed me! i'd forgotten how frustrating that is!

Li: Why would I possibly want to come crawling back to the Brotherhood? What reason would I have to throw away everything I've accomplished here?

- "trust me"? greatest damn lawyer alive, and /that's/ the best i've got? nah, too easy.

Cat: I give up. What would it take to convince you? Li: All right, I'll play your game. I had a colleague down here… a Doctor Virgil.

- oh you've got to be kidding me.

Li: Several months ago, there was an accident in his lab, and he was killed.

- was he, now?

Li: I wanted to help with the investigation, but Father had the laboratory sealed, saying that it was contaminated. The incident never sat right with me. The more I asked about it, the more I felt like Father was deflecting my questions. If you bring me solid information on what killed him, I'll take it as a favor from the Brotherhood, and consider your offer. Do we have a deal?

- well, the good news is that good buddy Burce has recently been un-Banninged, so theoretically we could just go for a little field trip. i don't think she'll go for that, though, and getting Virgil back into this hellhole seems even less likely.

Cat: I know this may come as a shock, but Doctor Virgil is still alive. I met him myself.

- it just occurred to me to hope that we're not being listened to right now. whoops.

Li: Oh, please. Do you really think a cheap tactic like that is going to work on someone like me? Stop trying to avoid the legwork by lying. Either you get me the evidence or we have nothing else to talk about.

- well, it was worth a shot. plan b: this Holotape which i actually forgot i was carrying and am really glad i didn't accidentally leave in Sanctuary when i last cleaned out my inventory.

Cat: I already have something that might convince you. Li: How did you…?

- "yOu ShOuLd KnOw BeTtEr ThAn To AsK mE tHaT" :p

Li: Never mind, just let me see what you've got. Cat: Here you go.

Holotape: Virgil: I'm going to make sure the whole program is shut down. If not for good, then at least for years to come. After that… I know what I'm about to do will be seen as a betrayal. Treason, he'll probably call it. So… I'm leaving. I have a plan… and if it works, I'll be somewhere safe. Somewhere not even the Coursers can find me.

Li: They… lied to me. They lied to me, and I didn't even realise how far it went. All those years of loyalty… for nothing.

- good to have confirmation that Shaun is not to be fucking trusted, which i already knew. wait, did i say "good"?

Cat: No matter how badly it hurts, you needed to hear the truth.

- shut up ghost of DiMA past she asked me directly to investigate it's not the same thing shut up shut up

Li: And for that, I thank you. I came to the Institute to get away from the Brotherhood… from the whole world. I just wanted to do my research in peace. Father took me in and gave me access to cutting edge technology that I only dreamed existed. Li: I became jaded. I thought that the Institute cared. That they wanted to better mankind. Maybe, in their own twisted way, they still do. But now I realise if you can't trust the people you're working for, then it's all pointless. If they lied about Doctor Virgil, who knows what else they've been lying about… or what their plans are for my work.

- well said! now, have you ever heard of a group called the Railroad-

Li: I'll make my way back to the Brotherhood, but I'm going to have to do it on my own. I can't take any chances being seen with you.

- honestly, appreciated. i don't want to be ousted as an infiltrator yet, either.

Li: Tell whoever sent you that they've just regained the services of Doctor Madison Li.

- mission accomplished.

[stacywaters]

Written in the Pages (RM) CH4

𝄆 𝄞 Your POV 𝄇

"Hey :)"

How do I respond? How did he find my account? Oh no, it sent a read receipt! He'll know I saw it immediately! I have to type out a reply quickly...

"Hey! What's up?"

"Nothing much. I saw you followed me, this is Y/N, right?"

"Ah, yes. That's me!"

I decide not to tell him the follow was on accident. If he learns that, he'll start to question why I was on his account at all. Besides, a little more confidence couldn't hurt me.

"So.. what are you up to?"

"Not anything special.. haha. Just working on my manuscript"

"Manuscript? What are you writing?"

"It's been my dream since I was younger to become an authors, so I kinda started working on a book :)"

"That's so cool! What's it about?"

"Like the whole thing?"

"Yeah haha"

"Well, so basically, it's kinda just a classic romance I guess. But I wanted to write about like, this big university with so many people but the main character is kinda shy and doesn't know that many people. That's kinda it."

"But she finds love?"

"Yeah, this guy notices her and brings her out of her shell a bit"

"That's really cute :)"

"I can't wait to read it when it comes out!"

"Thanks! Though I don't know if I'll be able to publish it T-T"

"Well, I can be your first fan"

My heart skips a beat at his comment. I surprised myself with how easy it was to talk to him over text instead. I decide to change the topic over to him.

"So.. how's the idol stuff going?"

"Good! We're on break right now. We just finished learning the new choreography. Or at least they did.. I'm still lost"

"Dang, you're still at practice? You guys work really hard"

"That's what it takes. I hope we get a weekend off soon, though."

"Well, I can be your first fan then. Unless that slot's already taken?"

"NO no no! You can be my first fan :)"

"ER- the group's first fan"

"I dunno, you guys seem to be pretty popular hehe"

"?"

"How?"

"C'mon, you can't seriously say you haven't heard people talking about you."

"No,.. I haven't. Good things?"

"Yeah, good things"

"What do they say?"

"Oh y'know, you're so cute, I love you, I wanna be your girlfriend"

"***they say that. Not me"

"You don't think I'm cute? :("

"I didn't say that"

"But no"

":("

"Well, I think you're cute"

I set the phone down on the table. I feel my face burning from his compliment. When did this start happening? Last time I checked, no one was all that interested in flirting with me.

"I have to go to bed. I'll talk to you later"

Without another word I put down my phone and head to bed.