#i just know i’m gonna get attacked for this

[dreamscapeee222]

hihii i hope ur doing well and that ur day is okay! I want to request and sorry for disturbing you..😔

Can i ask for like a arcane characters x reader whos lazy and sleeps literally all day it ain't healthy and lowki refuse to do any type of physical labor? Yet at the same time they strong af and can handle their opponents just fine they js rather not too? Lol like they have sm potential and they know it yet they dont wanna utilize it

It's ok u dont wanna do it heheh

A/n: Don't worry lol soo I hope you like it !!

You sleep all the time

Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

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Vi

Vi storms into the room, frustration etched across her face. “Seriously? You’re just gonna sit there while I’m breaking my back out here?” Her voice rises slightly, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you lift your head from your spot on the couch and grin.

“If you’ve got it handled, why would I bother?” you reply, stretching like a cat.

She growls under her breath, throwing her hands in the air. “You’re impossible!”

But the moment chaos breaks out in the Lanes, you’re the first to move. Vi watches in awe as you take down an entire group of enforcers like it’s a casual workout. By the time she catches up, you’re already dusting your hands off and heading back to your nap spot.

“Next time, warn me before you go Hulk-mode,” she mutters, but there’s admiration in her smirk.

Jinx

Jinx is sprawled across the workshop table, tossing random tools in the air. “You know, you’re like a sloth. A really ripped sloth. Like, how does that even happen?”

“Natural talent,” you reply lazily, barely opening your eyes from your nap.

She doesn’t let up, poking you with a wrench. “C’mon, do something cool! Throw me across the room or something.”

It’s not until you hear the unmistakable sound of danger—an intruder sneaking into her lair—that you move. In a flash, you’ve subdued the threat, pinning them down effortlessly. Jinx whistles low.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I take it back. You’re more of a lion pretending to be a house cat.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn has tried every method to get you off your metaphorical couch—reasoning, bribing, even a structured plan—but nothing sticks. You always shrug her off with a lazy smile.

“Why should I lift a finger when I can just avoid it altogether?” you tease.

Her patience wears thin when a high-stakes chase leads to her being cornered by an armed gang. She’s mentally preparing herself for a fight when you appear out of nowhere, effortlessly disarming every single one of them.

“I thought you didn’t want to do physical labor,” she says, breathless.

“Only when it’s boring,” you reply, cracking a rare grin.

Ekko

Ekko can’t understand why you refuse to help out with the Firelights. “You’ve got so much potential! We need you!”

You wave him off, yawning. “You’ve got this under control, don’t you?”

It’s not until you both get ambushed during a supply run that he sees your strength firsthand. One moment you’re lounging against a wall, the next you’re tossing attackers left and right, your movements precise and calculated.

Ekko is stunned into silence as the dust settles.

“Guess I should help more often, huh?” you say with a smirk. He shakes his head, grinning. “Yeah, maybe. Just don’t get used to slacking again.”

Jayce

Jayce sees your laziness as both a mystery and a challenge. “You could be a hero, you know. Why don’t you want to make a difference?”

“Because saving the world is exhausting,” you reply, sprawled out across his lab bench.

He’s about to launch into another lecture when a loud crash interrupts him. Someone’s trying to steal Hextech. Before Jayce can react, you’re already there, lifting the thief like they weigh nothing and tossing them out the door.

Jayce stares at you, wide-eyed. “Why don’t you do that all the time?”

“Because you’re here to handle it,” you say with a wink.

Viktor

Viktor watches you curiously, his analytical mind trying to piece together your contradictions. “You possess remarkable strength, yet you avoid its application. Why?”

“Because life’s too short to sweat the small stuff,” you reply, lounging against the wall.

He doesn’t fully understand your logic until one of Silco’s men shows up, trying to intimidate him. You intervene without hesitation, dismantling the threat with clinical precision.

Viktor blinks in surprise. “You are an enigma.”

You grin lazily. “And you’re welcome.”

Mel

Mel’s sharp gaze follows you as you avoid yet another council meeting. “You could achieve so much if you applied yourself,” she says, her voice dripping with intrigue.

“Or I could enjoy my life without unnecessary effort,” you counter, reclining in her lavish chair.

When the council chambers are attacked, she doesn’t expect you to act—but you do. With a flick of your wrist, you disarm the attackers, your movements a perfect blend of power and elegance.

Mel’s lips curve into a small smile. “Perhaps I underestimated you.”

“And perhaps I prefer it that way,” you reply, settling back down as if nothing happened.

See pinned.

[lovegalor333]

can you do a short little smut when paige is overstimulating the reader??? i would love that and also i love your writings

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i can do it better

summary: paige finds your vibrator and asks you to show her how you use it

content warnings: nsfw smut overstimulation sex toy fingering munch p squirting

“Care to explain this?” You hear your girlfriends voice call out to you from your bedroom. You’re in the bathroom getting ready for bed, you were exhausted after a long day of classes and wanted nothing more than to close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep. “Explain what, baby?” You call back with a roll of your eyes, Paige couldn’t see you thankfully, you’re sure she’d have a few choice words for your brattiness but you were tired and didn’t want the hassle of whatever Paige was talking about.

“This.” Paiges voice is closer now and you flick your eyes up to the mirror in front of you, to see your girlfriend leaning against the bathroom door frame, a cheeky smirk on her face and to your dismay the small purple, bullet shaped vibrator that lived in your nightstand, in her hand.

Your cheeks flushed a deep claret as you spun around, reaching out the snatch the toy off Paige but she has great reflexes and she’s a lot taller than you, “Uh uh.” She shakes her head, holding the vibrator up and and out of your reach. “Were you snooping in my drawers?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest. “No, I was looking for melatonin. Now tell me why you have this? This can’t do what I do.” Paige says and she presses the small button and the bullet begins to vibrate in her hand and you feel your temperature begin to rise.

Sex wasn’t a taboo subject for you and Paige but you’d never spoke about masturbation and the fact she had your toy in her hand made you feel slightly dizzy. Truth be told, since you’ve been together you’ve hardly used that thing but sometimes Paige plays away and this summer she was hardly in Connecticut and a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

“Can you turn that off?” You ask seriously, now frowning at Paige, embarrassment more than anything creeping in. “Tell me why and how you use it?”

“Paige-”

“Just tell me.” And she places the vibrating toy against your left nipple, the thin material of her t-shirt you wear to sleep not doing much to buffer the sensation. “When you’re away…and I…” You struggle to speak between Paiges intense eye contact, your nipple being attacked and the awkwardness of the subject you don’t know what to say. “Don’t be embarrassed baby.” Paiges voice is soft and sensitive, a stark contrast to the look on her face. “When you’re away and I’m horny, I use it sometimes.” “How do you use it?” “For Gods sake Paige, how do you think?” You’re losing patience now and suddenly you’re no longer tired. Paige is being a tease and it’s pissing you off.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’d like to show me.” Paige taunts with a raise of her brows and before you can detest, you’re over her shoulder, hand on your ass.

Paige throws you down onto your bed and hands you the vibrator, “Show me how you make yourself cum.” The husk of her voice and the stance she was in, looking down at you on your back made you ache.

You pressed the vibrator to your clit, over your lace thong, the initial sensation making your thighs shudder. Paiges gaze doesn’t falter for a second, you can practically feel her eyes burning into you, “What do you think about when you’re doing this?”

“You. Your fingers- shit- how they feel inside me.” The wet patch inbetween your legs is growing with each buzz of the toy and you need more. You pull the lace material to the side but before you can reposition the bullet, Paige is on the bed, her hand on top of yours, stopping you from pleasuring yourself. “I thought you wanted me to show you.”

“I did but it’s pissing me off. I’m gonna show you just why you don’t need this thing.” She rasps, taking the vibrator from your hand but she doesn’t turn it off. Instead she uses one hand to hold your panties to the side before dragging the toy through your damp folds. You buck your hips up, desperate for more. More of Paige. Fuck the vibrator.

Paige continues to tease and taunt your dripping cunt, pressing the vibrator to your clit before dragging it down to your hole, “Paige, please. Stop teasing.” You groan but with the way she’s looking at you, eyes hooded and determined, you know for a fact she’s not going to listen to a word you say.

“Just be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You whimper as Paige turns up the intensity and you jolt in shock, “You can be a good girl, right?” Paige asks as she circles your clit causing arousal to drip out of you. “Y-yes.” You choke out and Paige spreads your legs, a knee on each of your thighs, holding them in place.

“Fuck, you look so good spread out for me like this baby.” Paige grunts and she lets a blob of spit out of mouth and it lands on your cunt, you whine at the feeling. “Ne-need more, P.”

Paige misinterprets your pleads for her…or chooses to ignore then and further increases the intensity of the vibrator, pressing it hard and firm on your swollen clit. The band in your stomach tightens and your legs begin to shake beneath your girlfriends knees, “Fuck Paige, I’m about to- ugh shit- I’m about to cum.” You moan, eyes rolling back in your head as the band threatens to snap but the soft buzzing and intense vibrations come to a halt, “I’m not watching you cum with something that isn’t me.” Paige says matter of factly and your words are lodged in your throat as she pushes two fingers inside of you with ease, “Oh fuck!” You gasp as she hammers in and out of you, her long fingers knocking into the gummy spot with each inward movement.

Without warning, Paige adds another finger into the mix and you bite down on your lip as she stretches you out, “Shit Paige, don’t stop.” You beg, reaching down to grab onto her wrist to ensure she doesn’t rob you of another orgasm. But Paige simply bats your hand away, linking it with her free one.

You feel yourself contracting around Paiges fingers and know you’re close so you move your hips in circular motions, guiding her hand to hit all your favourite places. Paige brings her thumb to your clit, starting off in gentle swipes before she’s full on pressing and pinching your sensitive spot.

“Shit Paige, right there!” You cry out as the feeling overwhelms you and your body writhes and jerks beneath her and you come undone all over her fingers. Your heart rate is rapid as Paige pulls her fingers out of you and you whimper as she slides them across your folds and over your clit, spreading your slick as she goes, “I love how messy you are.” She purrs, taking her fingers into her mouth and sucking on them, moaning at the taste of you on her tongue.

You watch in awe as her tongue flicks and swirls around her sticky fingers, “You’re so hot.” You breathe out and Paige just smirks before she leans down, mouth inches away from your soaked cunt and she blows out two sharp breaths making you shiver.

Still sensitive from your orgasm, your moan is throaty and rough as Paige buries her face into your cunt. She’s devouring you like a woman starved and you’re her favourite meal. With every flick of her tongue, your back arches of the bed, just pushing her face further into you. Her nose nudges your clit as she slips her tongue inside, “Fuck Paige! Pleasepleaseplease!” You babble, not sure what your begging for, your head spins at every sensation and when her teeth graze your clit and fingers slip back inside, you damn near lose it.

Her movements are insatiable and unrelenting and you squeeze her hand in yours as it all begins to feel too much. “I- I can’t Paige.” You choke out as tears begin to fill in your water line. “You can.” She mumbles against you and the vibrations from her voice sent jolts of ecstasy through your body.

This feeling was different from any you’ve felt before, Paiges fingers driving into you at a pace so fast, all you could hear was the sordid sounds of your wetness. Her tongue and lips working overtime as they sucked and swirled at your clit. The ache between your legs was crushing and your head tipped back, jaw going slack as a sudden surge soared through you, from your core to your feet, toes curling and you felt an unfamiliar gush as everything went black.

Just as quick as your eyes closed, they opened again and Paige was pressing kisses to your inner thigh. She looked up at you, chin dripping and realisation hits you, “Did I squirt?” You ask, voice hoarse and breathless. “Damn right ma. This girl loves me.” She smirks sending a light smack to your pussy and your legs clamp shut, “That’s enough. You just destroyed her.” You chuckle and Paige leans over you, pressing her lips to yours and you get a taste of yourself. “That was so fucking sexy.” She whispers into your ear before trailing wet kiss down your neck.

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a/n: yall!! i know the request said ‘short little smut’ but i got carried away 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 this was rushed and barely edited and im writing this with a glass of wine so apologies in advance for any mistakes, i know i could have done better 💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 anyway! love yall, send gays vibes to me tonight, im on a mission x

tag list: @paigeluvvr

[enwoso]

Maybe younger Williamson reader causing trouble

The setting could be at training

Hope you’re doing well

Have a nice day🫶

DOUBLE TROUBLE — lionesses x williamson!reader

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you and your big sister leah were polar opposites.

leah had always had a sense of seriousness to her, a strong defender whom always had a frown donning her face in team photos but always seemed to have a strong dress sense to her.

whereas you, you couldn’t be more opposite if you tried. you were a midfielder, an attacking midfielder to be specific and your family were sure you didn’t have a serious bone in your body always finding something funny out of any situation even sometimes when it wasn’t very appropriate as well as not really caring about you wore, if you could you would be in a tracksuit twenty four-seven.

but there was something you and your older sister shared a strong love for and that was football and more specifically a strong love for arsenal.

you both falling in love with the club with each match you went to see when you were growing up before you started playing — and maybe it was a was a little because you wanted to be just like your big sister when you were little, not that you would ever give her the satisfaction of knowing that.

so being with your sister and playing football with your sister both at club level and international level meant you spent a considerable amount of time with each other. and with that you knew exactly what made you sister tick and how to do it quickly sometime at your teammates expense when they would have to deal with the after affect of her.

“y/n! get back here now!” leah huffed as you ran off with her left boot in your hand, rushing down the hallway of st george’s park and placing the bright white boot on the first random shelf you passed, placing it carefully hoping to not knock any memorabilia off the shelf before racing further down the hallway and into the canteen.

a smug smile plastered on your lips which the team had learned to know this meant you were up to no good. “what you up to now, trouble?” beth raised her eyes brows with a knowing smile as you slipped into a seat opposite the blonde as she was sat on a table with alessia and ella.

“pfft me? i wouldn’t ever be causing trouble” you played off as cool as cucumber as you regained a normal breathing pattern. beth giving a knowing look towards alessia and ella as they both nodded, they knew trouble wasn’t far behind you.

“mhm and pigs can fly-“ beth mumbled taking a sip of her drink as a stifled laugh left the lips of both alessia and ella.

“i’m a literal walking angel, ask my mum!” you grinned sweetly, a hum coming from beth knowing that your mum did in fact think you were an angel and could do no harm and so when in practice was something that always riled your older sister up.

you sat there with a smug smile on your face as you joined into the girls’ conversation about the uncoming match in the netherlands, discussing some places you may go if you get the chance on your downtime.

but maybe instead of being so tuned into the conversation you probably should of been watching your surroundings as then may you have seen-

“what the fu- leah!” you screamed as you sister yanked your chair from the table, you almost falling off as the eyes in the room turned to look at what was all the commotion about.

“i’m gonna give you three seconds to tell me exactly where my boot is-“ leah said through gritted teeth, as she pinned your shoulders to the chair. a sense of urgency in her tone as the team was to be out on the fields for training in the next thirty minutes.

“-otherwise you can find yourself doing hill sprints while everyone’s warming up.” leah gave your sarcastic smile as she let out a sigh, a light giggle leaving your lips knowing you had done your job today and officially pissed your older sister off in probably record time, considering it wasn’t even eleven am yet.

“oh c’mon le, you wouldn’t do that to you own sister-” you gave her a loving smile as the blonde just raised an eyebrow, showing no signs of cracking.

“watch me.” leah paused before continuing, a noise of stifled laughs and some pats on the shoulder as some of the team passed, knowing how it was going to end. having seen the situation play out one too many times on camp and at club.

“three-“

a small gasp came from your as you reached up to hold a hand to your chest, as you pouted “your own blood, your baby sister leah. remember that!”

“your twenty two?”

“exactly. your basically a fossil-“ you casually say holding your lips together to hold the laugh that was so desperately trying to escape as a few ooo’s could be heard in the room but quickly where shot down by the death glare that was given to them by their captain.

“two.” leah’s patience was running thin, extremely thin.

“you really need to loosen up le- it’s just a bit of fun.” you shrugged as leah’s face was donned with a deep frown clearly bored of your silly games, you on the other hand were enjoying every second.

“or you just need to grow up?” leah quipped back quickly as the comment left a smirk on your face, your mouth hanging open slightly.

“well at least i won’t have permanent frown marks on my face-“ you mumbled under your breath as that was leah’s final straw, a laugh huff coming from her.

“just tell me where my fucking boot is!” leah voice getting a little louder with each passing word she said as your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“you said i had three seconds and you’ve only-“

“ONE! now for the love of god will you please-“

“mhm since you asked nicely it’s literally been over there the entire time-” you lifted your arm up slightly with the little movement of your arms that you had from them being pinned to the chair by your older sisters firm grip.

leah’s head quickly spinning around to see where you were pointing to, her grip loosening on your shoulders so your took your chance using your strength and bolted out the chair while your sister was focused on scanning the room for her boot which had in fact not been over there the entire time.

but before leah even processed what you’d said, you were out the chair and out the room as chorus of laughter filling the room as a defeated sigh come from your sister.

“she’s such a pest!” leah groaned loudly ironically sitting down on the chair you had just bolted from, leah giving up on chasing you knowing that’s what you wanted her to do.

beth getting up from the table after watching the whole scene take place and getting some enjoyment from it.

“she’s such an angel, our little williamson eh!” beth laughed patting the english captain on the shoulder as a role of the eyes at the comment,

“more like pain in the backside!”

but even with the amount of winding each other up the two of you did to each other, at the end of the day you were sisters and you would always have each others backs.

[bullet-prooflove]

Three Shots: Ryan x Reader (Yellowstone)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @yousigned-upforthis @queenslandlover-93 @ladychaos1525

Companion piece to:

Kitty - Ryan knows something's not right when he seees you with another man.

Such A Good Girl - Ryan makes a realisation about your undercover op.

It’s the gun shots that change everything.

There’s three of them, each one a loud retort that echoes through the clear night air as Ryan sits behind the wheel of his truck, that casefile on his lap. He’s out of the vehicle in an instant, heart hammering in his chest as he races towards the house with his Glock in his hand.

This shit right here, this is his nightmare.

The door is unlocked when he reaches it, it’s the way of people who buy second homes in remote areas like this. They don’t think to lock the doors because whose around to open them anyway.

The stench of cordite hits him the moment he steps into the hall way, he can taste it on his tongue as he searches the house for you with a franticness he feels in the very depths of his soul. It’s in the study he finds you and the scene… it’s nothing like he expected.

You’re sitting in a leather chesterfield with Myer’s dead body at your feet and your gun in your hand, resting lightly on the arm of the chair. Blood blossoms across the expensive cream sweater the other man is wearing, saturating the fabric as crimson spreads underneath him. It’s the expression on his features that gets Ryan, the look of absolute surprise that his life had ended this way.

“Katalina.” Ryan says softly trying to understand what happened and you look up at him without so much as a hair out of place.

“I found that.” You tell him as you gesture to the laptop on the coffee table. “And I just couldn’t let him get away with it.”

Ryan folds his sleeve over his hand, careful not to leave a fingerprint as he presses the space bar. A video starts to play and it’s the worst fucking thing he’s seen in his entire life.

“There’s one for each of them.” You tell him, your voice completely devoid of emotion. “One for each of the girls he raped and then dumped on the reservation.”

It’s then that it dawns on Ryan, what happened here tonight. Myers hadn’t attacked you at all. You’d executed him.

Three to the chest, just like they taught you at the academy.

“You need to make the call.” You tell him, your eyes meeting his with a clarity he finds harrowing. “Tell them what you found when you walked into this room.”

“I’m not letting you go to prison for putting down a fucking animal.” Ryan tells you and he can tell your surprised by the expression on your features. “He doesn’t get to take you down with him.”

Already his mind is working damage control, the same way it does with every single mess he’s ever had to clean up for the Duttons.

“You found the video and he attacked you.” Ryan informs you as he starts to stage the scene in his head. “When you shot him, you were in fear for your life.”

“Ryan.” You say gently as you stand up and step towards him. “Nobody’s going to believe that, there’s not a mark on me.”

“Well baby.” He sighs as grasps your arms and rolls up your sleeves. “We’re gonna have to change that.”

The next couple of minutes are a true testament of love and Ryan hates every fucking second of it. He grips your arms so tightly, he leaves finger marks embedded in the flesh. He tears your shirt, sending the buttons careening in different directions. He fucks up your hair, yanking it out of that neat braid so it’s mused up and loose. When it comes to the crunch, to actually inflicting violence on you, he just can’t force himself to do it so he steps back, surveying the mess he’s made of you.

It’s not enough, he realises, his heart sinking and that’s when you take the intuitive.

“There’s a rolling pin in the kitchen.” You tell him, your voice resolute. “I need you to get it for me.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddiemas week 1 - Snowman, Cabin, Cold, Fireplace

rating: T | words: 1,958

i decided to craft a fic again this year, each chap for each week with each of the prompts in the chap somewhere.. see y'all next week for chap 2!

Thanksgiving of 1986 blusters in with record lows for the season, and a whole foot of powdery white snow along with it.

And if Eddie and Wayne hadn’t been invited to dinner with the rest of the Hopper-Byers clan, he’d’ve stayed right where he was, thank you. Bless whoever invented flannel sheets; May they be revered in Valhalla for their continued heroic victories over the ever present cold seasons.

A knock at his door interrupts his attempts at going back to sleep. “C’mon son, get goin’. It’s nearly two and we gotta get out to the Chief’s without dyin’.”

“Mmmurgh.”

“G’mornin’ to you too, sleepin’ beauty. Now, Up.”

The sound of Wayne’s footsteps creaking back down the hall, the squeak of the oven door hinges, the rumble of water in their ancient kettle, all the sounds of home and warmth and.. Surely he can close his eyes for just a minute lon—-

“Up, Ed!”

“‘Lrigh’, alright, I’m up!”

Being so brave about the cold, he flings off his sheets all at once, and hurriedly starts pulling on the clothes he laid out the night before. Non-ripped jeans, a thermal undershirt, his flannel, thick socks, jacket.. 

He stops as he’s about to pull on his shoes, kicked off haphazardly the night before, when he notices how bright everything seems behind the blanket he tacked up over the window. He pulls back a corner..

“Jesus H. Christ.. “

Snow.

He shakes his head and grabs his other shoe, “Wayne, we have plastic bags, right?”

–

Again, being so brave about the cold, Eddie shuffles the dish around in his lap carefully as he opens the door and lowers himself out of Wayne’s truck once they arrive.

“Careful now, that butter’s hot.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie says, looking at where he’s putting his feet. It looks like someone shoveled out the area, but better safe than sorry.

“Oh look at that, yer boyfriend’s here.”

Eddie’s head snaps up immediately. Wayne’s eyes are crinkled up mischievously as he glances up towards the snow-spattered burgundy BMW parked closer to the cabin.

“Shut up old man, he’s not my boyfriend.” Eddie grumbles, tilting his burning face back down to the snow scheming up his demise. 

“Oh, right, my mistake..you only wish he was.” Wayne chuckles, following him up the few steps to the front door.

Sure, he’d been actively flirting with Steve since before he was even out of the hospital, sometimes even in earshot of Wayne (to his utter embarrassment), but that doesn’t mean he particularly wants his uncle teasing him about it, or that Steve’s even been receptive to it.

(Well, he’s blushed a couple times, and rolled his eyes seemingly fondly… and he’s not asking Eddie to stop…)

“He’ll get there, kiddo,” Wayne says as he pats Eddie's back, then turns to give the door two solid knocks.

Eddie’s face burns, “I said, shut up. You’re the worst.”

There’s a couple steps from inside, then the door opens on a still thin, but slowly filling out, Former Chief Hopper.

“Glad you guys made it, wasn’t expecting snow.” Hopper says, reaching a hand out to shake Wayne’s.

“Thanks for havin’ us Chief, cozy place you got here.”

Hopper grunts in a facsimile of appreciation for the compliment as he ushers them in. “Did some work to it since bein’ back, fireplace is finally fixed, added a couple rooms and a half bath…”

“You’re kiddin’, and you didn’t invite me over? You know I use’ta be a SeaBee.”

Hopper waves him off as Eddie tunes them out, taking the few steps into the kitchen to drop his about-to-start-burning-him dish on the stove top, and turning away toward the back door.

“What’re we lookin’ at?”

Steve and Robin both startle at Eddie’s voice coming from between their heads, both of them focused out the back door’s big window.

“Shit, Eddie, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” Steve says at the same time Robin smacks his shoulder with an “Asshole.”

“We’re waiting for Nance to get back from Indy with the boys,” Steve explains, “Jon and Argyle’s plane landed at noon.”

“And Joyce took the open shift at Melvald’s, they close here soon and we’ll be able to eat after that.” Robin adds on., turning back toward the snow. 

“And you two didn’t bring your snowpants?”

“Wish I did,” Steve grumbles.

“I haven’t had snowpants since I was 11.”

Eddie taps the side of his nose at her, then pushes out the back door, “Well, I didn’t put these bags on my feet for nothin’.” He hops down off the cleared top step and nearly wipes out as his heels hit the completely snow-covered bottom step. 

“You’re gonna freeze in those jeans!”

“Hopper’s got a fireplace, don’t he?” Eddie calls back at Steve as the door squeaks shut behind him. “Never fear children, your beloved leader has arri—”

The cold wet smack of snow in his face (and mouth) stops him in his tracks.

The door squeaks open behind him immediately. “Dustin, I told you not in the face!”

Dustin, the little asshole, just laughs.

The snow drops from his face just as Steve finishes trudging through the snow to him, “You okay Eddie?”

“Stevie dear, care to join me in a shithead hunt? It’s happening later in the year than I thought, but,” he shrugs, stooping low for a swipe of snow and straightening up again, “better late than never, right?”

Lucas, Will, Mike, and Dustin tear off into the woods, abandoning their half-built snowman and calling commands at one another that have no hope in sticking.

“Mike! Go right! Will, left!”

“Hurry up and start making a wall!”

“You make the wall! El, help me make snowballs!”

El, still sitting up at the house and adding snow to an actually surprisingly well-crafted throne for Max (who’s already sitting in it, mind you), simply says, “No.”

Eddie’s fingers are already numb, but this perfectly shaped sphere of snow’s really gonna pack a punch.

“None of you shitheads better hit Max I swear to god!” Steve yells toward the boys.

A snowball smacks into Steve’s chest.

“Hey! Who said I was getting involved?”

Eddie barely contains his laugh, “Sorry Stevie, all’s fair in love and war.” Eddie shrugs, then turns on his heel and snaps his snowball into Lucas’ right shoulder.

He cries out, “AHH He got me!” and flops back into the drifts.

Steve starts spluttering again, “Holy shi— what the fuck?”

Wincing minutely, thinking he’s about to get his ass handed to him by Steve for hurting one of his goblins, Eddie turns back, “Sorry…?”

Steve just stares at him in apparent awe. He’s still got snow on his chest, his cheeks red with the cold… damn he’s pretty.

“Where in the hell did you learn to throw like that?”

Oh.

“Oh, uh..” Eddie just shrugs. “I’ve always been good at throwing things.”

A snowball smacks against the side of the house behind them.

“And you weren’t on the varsity team?? Baseball’s one of Hawkins’ worst performing teams, you could’ve made us great!”

Another plops pathetically into the snow at their feet. Three of the boys’ cackles echo up the hill.

Eddie snorts a laugh, “Yeah, no. I had better things to do than go to practice, let alone…” he shudders dramatically, “Games.” and Steve rolls his eyes, but smirks.

Someone finally manages to hit Eddie again, this time in the leg.

“Besides,” he says to Steve as he scoops up another handful of snow, “I prefer catching.”

Steve’s face blazes red when Eddie gives him a wink, then turns again and sends his snowball flying right into Mike’s stomach.

“Blugh,” he says, ever the eloquent one, as he doubles over.

“Ah! He’s coming down here!” Will cries as Eddie bounds down the hill after his last projectile.

The boys abandon their half-built wall and move deeper into the trees, and Eddie ducks behind it and the tree it’s built against.

He listens to their shouts, doing his best to locate them, when the squeaky crunch of snow comes from behind him.

“Will and Mike went right, Dustin and Lucas went back and to the left, who do you want to go after first? Lucas has the arm, of course, but Will is the stealthy one..”

A not-at-all-new rush of affection for Steve floods his chest with warmth, and Eddie cringes internally at how sappy that is.

“Stevie, you and your brain are my favorite things in the world right now.”

His cheeks flush again, “Shut up man, lets just take these assholes down a peg, huh?”

Eddie grins at him, and opens his mouth to say something when something cold and wet and solid smacks into the side of his face.

He and Steve whip their heads around back toward the house only to find El and Max grinning down at them.

“Aw shit.”

-

A scarce 10 minutes later, Eddie and Steve are scrambling up the hill yelling “Uncle, Uncle!”

Steve’s at the door first, holding it wide to usher Eddie in before him. Immediately, Eddie’s skin starts to prickle with the change in temperature.

“Jesus Christ, those kids are ruthless.” Eddie says as he strips his shoes off, flicking away the clumps of snow that have adhered to the ends of his laces.

“You’re telling me,” Steve shudders, then has to raise his arms to protect himself from the spray of water coming off Eddie as he shakes his head around like a dog. “Aw what, are you kidding me??”

Steve toes off his shoes as Eddie cackles, then he starts to nudge Eddie forward, shoo-ing him towards the fireplace.

“That wasn’t very smart of you, was it?” Robin remarks, not looking up from the paperback she’s reading.

“What’d that book ever do to you?” Eddie asks, affronted at the way she’s got the front cover curled back around the spine.

Robin opens her mouth to respond, but is cut off by Steve, “Don’t start; Eddie, floor now.”

This time Eddie is the one cut off, “I’m not letting either of us get Hopper’s couch all wet. Now, sit.”

Steve pushes down on his shoulder and Eddie goes, plopping onto the floor in front of the fireplace.

He sheds his jacket, and joins Eddie on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him, his toes toward the flames.

Sighing, Steve drops his head back into Robin’s lap and closes his eyes. “That was fun, huh?”

Eddie similarly drops his head back onto the couch behind him and listens to the kids screaming outside. Sounds like Max and El are in the thick of it now. Eddie smiles, “Yeah, it was.”

Next thing he knows, he’s startling awake to the telltale post-snapshot whine of a camera.

He blinks up at the blurry-but-getting-clearer form standing over him, “Rise and shine, dorks, food’s ready.” Robin says, grabbing the picture printing from the camera and giving it a couple good shakes. She wanders off then, calling “Hey Chief, do you have a marker?”

“Whas’ happen’n?” Steve groans from beside him, rubbing his eyes, frankly, way too hard.

“Food!” Dustin yells from somewhere behind the couch.

Eddie turns onto one knee and pushes himself off the floor with the help of the sagging couch, “Urrgh, that’s not going anywhere anytime soon,” he groans to himself with the stretch of his back, “C’mon, Stevie, let’s scrounge up some sustenance.” 

He holds a hand out for Steve to take, hauls him up, and, under the guise of making sure he’s stable, holds onto Steve’s hand for just that much longer. 

“You good?”

“Great, Ed,” Steve smiles, “Let’s eat.” he gives Eddie’s hand a barely-there squeeze, then drops it, winding around the couch to the kitchen.

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[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-nine of “obligatory sugar baby Kon” behind the cut. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“The mahjong tiles are new,” Cissie observes, watching Tim just a shade too sharply. He internally hopes the others get here soon. He and Cissie arrived about the same time, and when she texted Bart to remind him they were all meeting up he showed up five seconds later, and Suzie was excited to see them but almost immediately ran off to get something. And Cassie and Kon had both said they’d be late–Cassie’s mom made her stay home for dinner, and Kon had just said something about something called “the Evil Factory” and a mission report he had to finish and then hung up without elaborating, which had totally not made Tim quietly insane or anything. 

The Evil Factory. What. What even is that? 

Tim needs to look into some things, clearly. 

“I’ve learned not to ask,” Tim says, and the look Cissie is giving him turns very pointed. 

“But you’re asking me about school?” she says. 

“Yes,” Tim says, because it’s not like she’s not perfectly aware he just did that, but also he doesn’t actually have to explain himself, so he just stops there. 

Cissie stares blankly at him. Tim keeps a neutral but approachable expression on his face. Filling an awkward silence is the first mistake any witness–or suspect–makes. 

She narrows her eyes, just barely, then opens her mouth to speak and–

“CISSIE,” Cassie wails from down the hall, and a second later she’s bolting into the room at full-speed and throwing herself at Cissie. Tim reflexively grabs for his bo and Cissie grabs for her–uh, bow–and Cassie makes an absolutely agonized noise and buries her face in Cissie’s lap. “I quit. I quit the team. I’m gonna ask Wonder Woman if I can move to Themyscira and I am never coming back.” 

. . . alright then, Tim thinks, just barely raising his eyebrows behind his mask. Maybe not a supervillain attack, then. 

“I’d really prefer it if you didn’t, actually,” Cissie says. “So like is this about your mom or–?” 

“Kon’s wearing clothes,” Cassie cuts her off despairingly, voice muffled in her folded arms and Cissie’s lap. 

“. . . I mean, I’d hope so?” Cissie says, patting the top of Cassie’s wig with a bewildered.expression as she sets her bow back down on the table. Tim–well, he might not hope that Kon was–never mind. But that seems like a pretty weird answer to that question either way. 

“You don’t understand,” Cassie groans. “I ran into him outside–he’s texting somebody or something, I don’t know, he said he was gonna be a minute–and he said ‘hi’ and he was wearing clothes and I tripped! I tripped in mid-air! I tripped in mid-air and he tried to help me up and I think I blacked out or something and then he laughed and he’s wearing clothes, Cissie!” 

Tim feels like maybe this is in some way “girl talk” and he shouldn’t necessarily be here, but also: what the hell is Cassie talking about? 

He also wonders who Kon’s texting and has the vaguely-annoyed thought that Cadmus might be bothering him or something. 

The subtle alert that means someone just texted Tim Drake’s phone goes off on his communicator and he makes a mental note to check it as soon as he can get a moment–it might be Dana or Mrs. Mac, or maybe one of the guys at school needs something, or . . . well, it could be his dad, technically, but statistically that’s not very likely, so– 

. . . why does he feel like he’s missing something right now, he thinks to himself, repressing a frown. What would he be missing? 

“Question: is this response proportional, or is this a ‘Code Superboy’ situation?” Cissie says. Cassie just groans all the more despairingly into her arms, not lifting her head at all. 

“This is a code black Superboy situation,” she says, and Cissie winces and pats her head again. Assuming their definition of “code black” aligns with Tim’s, that means “panic reaction; breakdown of mental/physical responses and capabilities”. So . . . yeah, that seems like a weird answer too. Just because Kon’s . . . what, outside and doing whatever he’s doing on his phone? While . . . wearing clothes? 

Tim really does not understand this conversation, yeah. 

Definitely a girl thing, he decides.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Jude Jazza's "The Past Records:" The Tale of A Ruthless, Arrogant Man & A Woman Like the Moon

This is a fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Warning: This story will be about their relationship after the main story. Caution while reading.

It’s not possible for humans to see the other side of the moon.

The moon has almost the same cycle of rotation and revolution,

It’s said, it’s because the same side is constantly facing the earth.

(But)

“Take me to the moon.”

Declared the moon-like woman named Kate, whom became my girlfriend.

She shows every side of herself so openly.

Yeah, all the time.

Kate: Attacking someone from behind on the street at night is despicable!

Kate: They’re the ones who breached the contract by devious means!

Jude: But ya were so pissed, ya pointed yer gun at ‘em ‘n beat over ‘n over.

Kate: W-well, I….felt like I needed to protect you, Jude.

Jude: Yeah, yeah, that’s great. I’ve gotta terrifyin’ girlfriend.

Kate: Did you just call me your girlfriend?

Jude: Huh, maybe yer hearin’ stuff?

Kate: You definitely said it! Say it again please!

— There are times when you get so angry that I want to laugh.

Kate: Hic…I showed an opening and almost got taken out….how pathetic

Jude: C’mon, ya gonna cry, eat or have a pity party?

Kate: …..I’ll eat.

Kate: [Sniffle]…it’s delicious….the food is delicious, Jude.

Kate: Hi-hic….I’m so glad to be alive….!

Jude: Pfft, whadda ugly lookin’ face.

— There are times when you cry so much that I want to smile.

Kate: Liam’s performance was so amazing! Everyone was glued to him.

Jude: Tell it to him, not me.

Jude: He’ll be jumpin’ with joy, but can’t say for sure.

Kate: Yeah! I’ll tell him as soon as I get back to Crown.

— There are times when you’re so happy I want to laugh.

Jude: Yer such a busy woman.

After finishing up work, I had a smoke in my room as I watched Kate.

Kate: I wonder which Mr. Company President, is keeping me so busy?

(That’s not what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Well, it’s fine.)

Jude: Yer the masochist who wants to be with me even if it means workin’ for Crown ‘n Raven at the same time.

Kate: And once again you’re being blunt. Jude, do you know the phrase “exploitation motivation”?

Kate: Well…it’s true that I want to be with you, so it’s inevitable.

(Ha, ya didn’t even deny bein’ a masochist.)

Just as I stamped out my cigarette in the ashtray, Kate’s gaze met mine.

(What’s with those feverish eyes?)

Kate doesn’t even try to hide her love.

When she wants me, her entire body reveals her craving unconsciously.

Just as I thought, Kate is a woman who shows every side of herself openly.

That’s why —

(Oh, this’s the first I’ve seen this look.)

Her unknown expressions I’ve never seen appear one after the other.

Just as a moon that goes through phases.

Jude: Somethin’ on my face?

Kate frowned at me sharply.

Kate: ….You’re saying that, even though you know perfectly well.

Jude: Ya give me too much credit, how should I know what yer talkin’ ‘bout.

Kate: ……

(Awww, impatient, poor lil thin’)

(But poor lil you’s so cute.)

Kate: If you don’t know what I’m talking about

Kate sat down on the bed next to me,

Kate: Then I’ll tell you

She grabbed me by the collar, and pressed her lips against mine.

(…Yer desperately clingin’ to me, so I’m gonna mercilessly devour ya.)

I whisper as I bite Kate’s neck.

Jude: Hey, let’s play a game….

Kate: …Ngh, ah….a game?

Jude: The one who looks away first loses.

Kate’s eyes flicker and then she smiles.

Kate: That’s sounds interesting, alright. I don’t feel like I’ll lose.

Jude: So ya say. Then, no matter what, don’t look away, got it?

(Ya just hafta keep lookin’ at me.)

(It ain’t funny if there’s an expression of yers I dunno.)

Kate looked away, succumbing to the relentless, pleasurable torture,

And fell asleep most likely from being worn out.

Jude: ….How vulnerable.

As I played with Kate’s messy bangs, I suddenly remembered something.

Each person receives a fixed amount of happiness in their lifetime, it’s equal for everyone.

That’s right, it was written in a book somewhere.

It’s not all good, it’s not all bad, it’s all created equally.

(I won’t say somethin’ stupid like - since I met a woman named Kate, it’s equaled out.)

The past doesn’t disappear.

Grudges, feelings of resentment, this cycle of hatred will continue until I die.

I’m still a person who’s living in the depths of hell.

(But)

Kate squeezes my finger tightly as she sleeps.

Jude: …Pff-ha, whadda ya a baby?

Jude: Just how much does this woman love me?

Maybe now, I’ve finally learned the feeling of happiness.

I savored my first taste of happiness.

Next to a woman like the moon.

[Past Records Master List]

He FINALLY knows happiness!

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[blackenedsnow]

Can you do a one shot of Art The Clown x actress reader?! Like when he sees her he gets all excited like with santa but he doesn't want to hurt her but she's still like 😨😨😨😨😨

silent curtain call

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Art the Clown x Actress! Reader

NOTE: Hi anon! I absolutely loved this idea—it’s so fun. I hope you enjoy and sending all the best vibes your way!

SUMMARY: A late-night encounter at a nearly empty movie set leaves you face-to-face with the infamous Miles County Clown.

The set was dead quiet.

The crew had packed up hours ago, leaving only you and a handful of stragglers tying up loose ends. The horror flick you were starring in had been plagued with delays, and now you were running overtime under dim work lights, trying to wrap the final scene.

As you made your way back to your trailer, exhaustion draped over you like a heavy cloak. The parking lot was nearly deserted, lit by a handful of flickering streetlights. You sighed, unlocking your door and dropping your bag inside when a sound made you pause.

A faint crack.

You froze. It was soft, but it carried through the air, cutting through the silence like a knife.

“Probably some intern messing around,” you muttered under your breath. Still, your heart started to pound.

Turning, you scanned the lot and caught a glimpse of something—or someone—standing just beyond the reach of the nearest streetlight. A figure, tall and unmistakable in black-and-white stripes, tilted its head at you.

The Miles County Clown.

Your stomach dropped, and a shaky laugh escaped your lips.

“Okay, very funny. You almost got me,” you called out, though your voice wavered. “Who put you up to this? Alan? Because I swear—”

The figure stepped forward, revealing more of himself under the dim light. The clown’s pale, corpse-like face and blackened eyes met yours, and he grinned, his sharpened teeth glinting in the light.

This wasn’t a costume.

Your blood turned to ice as the realization slammed into you like a freight train.

That wasn’t someone dressed as Art the Clown.

That was Art the Clown.

Your knees locked, your breath caught in your throat. You’d read the stories, seen the reports. You knew what this thing did to people, and the fact that he was standing there, grinning at you like you were the funniest joke he’d ever heard, made you want to scream.

Art didn’t move for a moment. He just stared, his head bobbing slightly from side to side as if deciding what to do with you. Then, to your horror, he raised a hand and waved.

Like you were old friends.

You forced yourself to take a step back, your heart hammering against your ribs.

“H-hello,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I-I don’t want any trouble, okay?”

Art’s grin widened, and he pulled out his tiny black hat, placing it on his head with exaggerated flair. Then he gave you an overdramatic bow, one hand sweeping out to the side like he was performing on stage.

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Look,” you said, your voice trembling, “I don’t know what you’re doing here, but I’m not—I’m not gonna bother you, okay? Just… just leave me alone.”

Art straightened up and clapped his hands silently, his shoulders shaking with laughter you couldn’t hear. Then he pointed at you, then at himself, and made a heart shape with his hands.

Oh, God. He wasn’t leaving.

He took a step closer, and you instinctively backed up until your back hit the door of your trailer. Your mind raced, desperately trying to remember everything you’d read about him.

He loved theatrics.

He didn’t speak.

He enjoyed playing with his victims before…

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening.

But… he wasn’t attacking you.

Not yet, at least.

Art’s expression suddenly brightened, like he’d just remembered something. Reaching into his bag, he rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a crumpled flyer—your movie poster. He held it up triumphantly, pointing at your face on the poster and then at you, nodding excitedly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered under your breath. He recognized you.

He tapped the poster again, then gave you a thumbs-up, his grin widening to impossibly creepy proportions. He was… a fan?

The absurdity of the situation almost made you laugh, but fear kept you frozen.

“Uh, thanks,” you managed to croak. “That’s… nice of you.”

Art clapped his hands again, silently applauding. Then, without warning, he pointed at your ankle, mimed tripping, and fell flat on his back with an exaggerated thud, his legs kicking in the air.

You blinked. He was… reenacting one of your scenes.

It was so surreal, so bizarre, that for a moment, your fear gave way to utter confusion. “What�� what are you doing?”

Art sprang back up like a jack-in-the-box and gave you a smug little shrug, as if to say, What can I say? I’m hilarious.

Despite every instinct screaming at you to run, you found yourself rooted in place, too terrified to move but too intrigued to look away. Art was watching you closely now, his head tilted, his expression almost… expectant.

“Uh, great performance,” you said weakly, hoping to appease him. “Really… uh… really nailed it.”

His grin stretched even wider, and he mimed taking a bow again.

Then he reached into his bag.

You tensed, your breath catching as you braced yourself for whatever horrifying weapon he was about to pull out. But instead, he produced a handful of fake flowers, the kind that squirted water, and held them out to you.

You stared at them, then at him. Your hands shook as you slowly took the flowers, half expecting them to explode or spray acid or something equally horrific. But they didn’t.

“…Thanks?” you said hesitantly.

Art gave you a cheerful nod, then pointed at the poster again, tapping your face and giving you another thumbs-up.

It hit you then—he wasn’t here to hurt you. Not tonight, anyway. He was excited to see you, like a fan meeting their favorite celebrity.

That realization didn’t make him any less terrifying, but it gave you a tiny sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, if you kept playing along, you could get out of this alive.

“Well, it’s been… uh, great meeting you,” you said cautiously, clutching the fake flowers like a lifeline. “But I should probably… you know, get going.”

Art’s grin faltered slightly, and he tilted his head, looking almost disappointed.

“Um… maybe I’ll see you around?” you added quickly, your stomach twisting as the words left your mouth.

He brightened at that, nodding enthusiastically. Then, with one final bow, he turned and skipped off into the darkness, his bag swinging at his side.

You didn’t move until you were sure he was gone. Then you bolted into your trailer, locking the door and sinking to the floor with the flowers still clutched in your hands.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to process what had just happened.

You’d just met the Miles County Clown.

And somehow, you were still alive.

[damiansgoodgirll]

i know you said you were still elaborating smackdown but did you see raw? i have a request but it might contain spoilers? i don’t know how you feel about that sort of thing so i thought i should give a warning :)

may i request…

reader comforting rhea after the little argument with her war-games team. reader sees how worked up rhea is getting over war-games . reader try’s to get rhea to relax and not be in her head so much. yes she wants to get back at liv and raquel, but she needs to stay focused, and not go into the fight with blind rage. because she might injure herself more and hows she supposed to get the title back if shes all broken and injured??

plz rhea seems so worked up she needs to take it easy before she breaks herself T_T. -xoxox anon

rhea ripley x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!

‼️nothing major, some anxiety from rhea side, comfort, love and fluff overall

the leader

“this is gonna be a mess” rhea kept whispering as she paced back and forth through the small changing room.

“rhea, you gotta calm down…everything is going to be fine” you tried to calm her down but she wasn’t listening anybody but her mind in that moment.

“how? jade is injured, bayley took her spot last minute, i still argue with bianca. how do you expect me to calm down? the match is gonna be a total disaster…” rhea was anxious. she hardly trusted the girls on her team and the only person she wanted by her side was you. unfortunately you got a mild injury a few weeks ago and you were still recovering before being cleared out to fight again.

“bianca will come around eventually. bayley and naomi trust you. iyo practically adores you. you’re gonna be a great leader, i know that rhea…just have a little faith in yourself” you smiled, patting the empty spot next to you on the couch.

reluctantly she sat next to you “how do you know that?”

“because you led me to be the wrestler i am today” you smiled at her “you believed in me, you fought hard to get me where i am today in the company, that’s why i know that. you’re a good leader and i know war games is gonna be a success, i just know it” you had faith in rhea. you knew what she was capable of.

eventually she calmed down. laying her head down on your shoulder, you brought your hand into her dark hair, softly massaging her scalp “relax baby…everything gonna be okay” you whispered softly, feeling her body relaxed against you and into your touch.

but the days leading to the match weren’t exactly as you imagined them.

rhea and the team were training very hard. you knew how bad rhea wanted to have her revenge on liv and raquel, that’s the main reason she joined the team, but you had to remind her multiple times that this match wasn’t only about her, it was about the team, that she had to cooperate and help her teammates to win.

when the day of the match came, you noticed how tense rhea was.

“you ready mami?” you asked her as she was getting ready backstage.

you saw her reluctantly nodding “yeah…”

“rhea?”

“it’s just…i feel like they had more time to prepare themselves and come up with a better plan…” she was doubting herself.

“have you noticed something off during these past weeks? something that might make liv’s team crumble?” you knew that liv’s team was selfish and everyone was playing for themselves. you needed rhea to notice that too.

“raquel will try to stop me from attacking liv” she breathed out “candace and tiffany don’t go along to well, and tiffany is still looking to cash in” you saw the concentration in her eyes “oh, and nia can’t really fight”

“good. that’s good, use that in your favour. you know their weak spots, use them against them” you said “so now, let me ask you again…are you ready?”

“yeah…yeah, i’m so fucking ready” you smiled at her while she put her mask on. she looked incredibly hot with that gear on and you couldn’t stop looking at her “what you looking at?” she asked, clearly amused.

“oh, just about the gift you’re gonna get once you win this match” you winked at her, leaving her speechless as you left the changing room.

rhea needed time with her teammates.

they needed to talk about the plan, the tactics they were going to use.

and you gave them all the time they needed.

you stayed backstage watching anyone’s entrance. rhea was fabulous as always. you saw how rhea pumped her girls up and you couldn’t be prouder. she was a great leader, anyone saw it except herself.

as the match began, you noticed how rhea was letting all of her teammates go first, leaving her behind to be the last. you heard from time to time rhea encouraging the girls from the cage.

you knew she had this match in her hands.

her time came as she rushes into the steel cage. she was fabulous. you saw her confidence growing as she started doing what she can do best.

and the moment liv stepped into the ring, you knew it was over for her and her team.

rhea fought through pain and tears.

there were a few moments where you thought that liv’s team was going to win, you saw how tired the girls were but they never stopped fighting.

her team fought hard and they managed to get the win back home.

you happily cheered backstage.

jumping up and down, you saw how happy she was.

you couldn’t be prouder.

they did it. rhea did it.

you didn’t expect to come directly to you - knowing that she would be full with interviews and post victory photos - but the moment she won, her mind began racing and thinking about you.

you felt her arms coming from behind and you slightly jumped before hearing her comforting voice “i did it” she whispered in your ears.

you didn’t have to turn around to know that she had a big smile on her face but eventually, you turned to face her and her big smile melted you.

“you did it mami” you whispered, seeing her nodding.

“and that’s because of you…you believed in me when no one else did, when i was doubting myself, you were there to help me up…thank you” she smiled softly before leaning her face down to meet your lips. she was soft, delicate.

“you did it because you are amazing rhea, you and your team did an incredible job, you deserve this” you whispered against her lips, seeing her smile even more.

before she could kiss you again, you heard bayley’s voice coming from behind.

“sorry to interrupt but they are looking for you rhea, we gotta do some interviews” she said a little awkward, feeling sorry to interrupt.

“go” you whispered “go and have your moment, i have something planned for us tonight” you winked before kissing her softly.

she smiled, a genuine smile that was rare coming from her.

she waved at you before leaving the room with bayley.

you watched the whole press conference with a big smile on your face. you saw how everyone was happy to have rhea in the team. you saw how her and bianca got along together. you saw how she gained her team trust and confidence, how they all smiled at her.

this was a big moment for her - her big moment and you couldn’t be happier.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hey! I have a couple of questions related to hair physics (hairodynamics?) and Google has failed me in my search to answer them. They’re pretty specific, so if you can’t answer either, no worries, just figured I’d ask.

Basically, I am creating a superhero character (named Siren, they/them pronouns). I am planning for their hairstyle to be 6 jumbo 2-strand twists. Four of those twists would be up in Bantu knots. Here are a couple drawings for reference.

Because they’re a superhero, I want them to at some point have a cool action star moment where they get hit with a big attack and then emerge from the destruction looking disheveled but in a really badass and cool way. I know sometimes, for characters with straighter hair, that includes their hair coming out of their hairstyle (I’m mainly thinking of Katara from ATLA here, referring to like when she gets hit with a big attack and her braid comes undone). My question is, would it make sense for something like that to happen with Siren, where the Bantu knots come undone and they’re left with only the twists? Hopefully that question makes sense outside of my brain.

Also, do you know how bonnets work with Bantu knots? Everything I Googled said that you can wear a bonnet with Bantu knots and you would take the knots out in two weeks, but I’m unclear if it would make more sense for Siren to undo the knots and sleep with just the twists in, redoing the knots in the morning, and if they would be able to immediately retwist their hair every two weeks.

Thanks!! I’m sorry for how hyper specific these questions are.

1) this is hard to answer because it depends how the bantu knot was done. I see it in my mind and idk how to describe it for you. It could fall that dramatically if the texture of the hair was looser, or if there was a lot of hair in the bantu knot, or they were knotted while in braids. Otherwise it's just gonna like... unfurl as a twist, I would think. I'll think on it some more, and if any Black peers want to chime in on this one, that'd be helpful!

2) just put the bonnet on. The knots will hold. Like, yes, you could do what you just said but... Imo there's no real point to having bantu knots as a style if you're gonna take them down every night. You just get used to sleeping on them. "Pain is the price of beauty" me mother used to say 😅. If your character doesn't have time to retwist her hair every two weeks due to her lifestyle, then she might want to consider a different style altogether.

Edit: I forgot the pictures. Yeah her hair would probably fall and if her hair is that long, yeah she could redo them. I was thinking shorter hair.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Ok hear me out: marriage proposal by the ST boys?

I got this ask sooooooo much so you lot must be very broody.

Vessel:

I don’t think he would do something flashy. The moment would be just for you and him, probably even in the comfort of your apartment or a nice little Airbnb. He had that ring with him for months. The man was convinced he was gonna propose eventually so he was prepared. The ring custom made from the doodles he scribbled for weeks after you would go to sleep.

He doesn’t want it to feel fake. Disturb the flow of your dynamic so it’s just you two sitting by a pond. The sun is setting. His palms are sweating. But he’s trying to keep his heartbeat as steady as he can. You’re sitting in between his legs, fingers brushing his thighs as you look ahead. That’s what you always loved that easy feeling between you both. Vessel finally leans back slightly, reaching for his jacket. Fingers easily grasped what he was looking for.

“I have something for you”, he says softly, making you look up, “for me? Why?”, you smile, “our anniversary is in a month”. Vessel grins down at you, pressing his lips against your temple, “I don’t need a reason to get you things”, he points out, “Plus it’s not a thing. I wrote something”. Your eyes grow big, “Wait did you and ii finally finish the song?”, your genuine excitement makes Vessel chuckle, “No, it’s something different”.

He hands you the paper. He had written a poem a while back. He knows he couldn’t trust himself in this moment and he wanted it to make sense. He didn’t want to spew some gibberish so he wrote it all down. You unfolded the paper with another glance at Vessel. “Do I need to be scared?”, you chuckl. “I don’t think so”, he mused, pressing his lips against your shoulder and watching you read it.

So here I stand, my soul laid bare, A question woven with love and care: Will you take my hand, my heart, my name, And walk with me through life’s sweet flame?

Forever yours, through all we face,With you, my love is my safe place.

“No”, you mutter under your breath. “No?”, Vessel pulls back slightly, his heart jumping out of his chest. “No, I mean, no”, you look up at him, eyes full of tears. “Hold on, no to what?”, Vessel asked panicked. “Are you doing this now?”, you clasped your hand over your face. “I was trying to but…”, Vessel doesn’t get to finish as you turn, throwing your arms over his neck, sending him tumbling back onto the blanket.

He can feel you crying. The death grip you have on his shirt is an addition to it all. “I’m freaking out”, Vessel admits, “Are you not… you don’t want to get married? I rushed didn’t I?”, he mutters. You pull back, looking at him through the tears filling your eyes. “Of course I want to marry you”, you squeeze his hands, throwing your head back. “You said no?”, “I am panicking if you can’t tell”, you lift your hands showing him your trembling palms. “So will you marry me?”, he asks one more time, he knows the answer. “Yes, one billion, trillion times yes”, you lean in pressing your lips to his. “I will tell the guys that you said no”, Vessel lets out a slight chuckle after finally slipping the ring onto your finger, “I want them to have the same heart attack I just had”.

iii

Can you imagine the grin on his face? I feel you would be able to tell that he is up to no good. But then he does it so many times that you don’t suspect anything specific. Both being music junkies you try to attend as many festivals and events as you both possibly can.

You two have a band that you two bonded over at the start of your relationship. It’s their concert your first date was. And now years later you two still laugh over how awkward that date was but how you would never change it because it had gotten you here. It’s almost nostalgic as you wait for the set to start. Your back is pressed against iii chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you as you both sway to the opening act. His lips occasionally brushing your shoulder.

As the familiar notes of the first song fill the space you can’t help but grin. Looking up at iii, “You’re ready?”, you mutter, knowing that you two were gonna scream your hearts out. He doesn’t respond immediately, watching you for a moment, before muttering a quick, “Look down”. You frown slightly, yet you follow his lead. Your eyes going big at the sight of an open velvet box. You turn in his embrace immediately.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I’m the happiest when I’m…”, iii mused only for you to practically jump into his arms, “yes, yes, oh my god yes”, you squealed. “I didn’t even ask you yet”, he chuckled, “I don’t care, yes”, you nodded vigorously, tears streaming down your face. People clapped around you but all you could do was stare at one another. “Marry me”, he mutters, leaning his forehead against yours. You simply nod, biting your lips as you watch him. “I love you so much”, he mutters, he slipped the ring onto your finger, admiring his handy work.

ii

He often cooked dinner as it was so when ii suggested that you would have your weekly date night at home you didn’t think much of it. You did it quite a lot. At first, just lounging in sweatpants before agreeing that it was still date night so you should get ready even if it was just for the two of you. Now it was a regular thing that happened from time to time.

Just ii was oddly quiet today, his fingers brushing over your palm all night long. “The food was incredible as always”, you mused, basking in the fresh herbal scent that still lingered in the air. “And the flowers and candles”, you pointed out, “you outdid yourself, darling”, you mussed, reaching for his hand, bringing it to your lips before you kissed each of his knuckles.

ii smiled brushing his hand over his face. “You’re probably tired, I’ll clean up”, you pushed your chair ever so slightly and ii instantly stopped you. “I want today to be perfect”, he muttered. You can’t help but let a soft smile paint your lips, “Every day and night with you is perfect”, you reassured him.

“Close your eyes”, ii smiled making you tilt your head slightly. “Just trust me on this one”, he squeezed your palm. “Ii if it’s another kitten, I swear”, you grunted, “Not a kitten”, he chuckled, “Not yet at least”. You waited then. You could hear him fidgeting with something before he took hold of her palm once more. Something hitting your palm. “Take a guess”, he whispered. You frowned slightly turning the object in your hands, “a box?”, “what for?”, ii mused. “It could be anything ii”, you chuckled.

“Okay, well”, you heard the sound of his chair being pushed back, “then you will have to open it and see”. You blink up, gas slipping past your lips as you see him on one knee. “Oh, ii”, you breathe out, hand on your chest. “Ever since iii dropped you off at my lap I knew that I was gonna marry you one day”, you both chuckled at the memory, you softly reaching out to brush a tear falling down his cheek. “You showed what coming home feels like, I know we are not big on labels but I want you to be my forever. Merry me, love”.

Tears streaming down your face you nodded slowly, “In a heartbeat, my love”, you breathed, reaching out for him first, wanting to feel him close. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you. Dessert long forgotten. But then what the fuck was sweeter than love?

Ivy

Look this man is a dog dad. So walks, and hikes are something that you do a lot together. And so he wakes you up at the crack of dawn. Ushering you to get ready because you need to get to the hill he found in time to watch the sunset. He springs you a whole story about some friend who literally couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw it and who are you to deny your boyfriend the joy of a nice view?

Ivy is almost relieved that you fell asleep not even five minutes into the drive because he probably would have accidentally popped the question right there and then. But that doesn’t mean that he’s not whispering a line of, “I’m fucking proposing”, “We will get married”, or “You will be my fucking wife”, as he tries to stay as quiet as possible to not wake you up.

“You’re so full of energy this morning that it’s almost scary”, you mutter still yawning halfway through the hike. “I think it’s the fresh air”, ivy shrugs, “or maybe I’m high on you”, he chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re honestly insane”, you chuckle, taking hold of his hand as you two walk in comfortable silence. The valleys that open up make your excitement grow the higher you climb cause you have to give it to Ivy’s friend the views are deep and breathtaking.

“Fuck that’s pretty”, you gasp as you finally reach the top, the sun just about painting the field golden. “Here, hold Cinnamon for a moment”, Ivy hands you the leash, before bending on one knee as he reaches for his shoe. You genuinely think nothing of it, letting your eyes soak in the beauty of it all.

“Yn”, Ivy calls out, you hum, turning back to him only to find him on one knee, the biggest grin on his face. “You’ve been my greatest adventure so far, showed me what true unconditional love means”, his voice is thick and raspy and you can see the glassy look of tears, “Marry me, love, make me the happiest man alive?”

You stare at him for a moment before a sob slips past your lips and you’re kneeling in the dirt right next to him, arms wrapped around his neck. At this point you both are crying together, laughter threading into the emotions. Cinnamon is barking at your side. Jumping around, clearly confused as to why both of her parents are crying. “You’re out of your mind”, you shake your head, smiling so much your cheeks ache. “Out of my mind in love with you, yes”, he leans forward kissing you softly, “you also haven’t said yes, yet”, “Do you even need me to?”, you chuckle, pressing your forehead to his, “Yes, please cause I’m still panicking”, ivy laughs nervously. “Of course it’s a yes, there’s no other answer possible”, ivy slips the ring onto your finger, hands shaking and your arms are once again wrapped around him as you two stay in one another’s embrace.

[thehereticdiaries]

Dead Man Walking: Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: Your group has to figure out what to do about the men that hurt San and Hyunjin

Warnings: Uhhhh none that I can think of, this is a plot building chapter, lmk if i should add any

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After a tense dinner, you and Wooyoung met with your leaders in their office. The two of you sat on the couch under the scrutinizing eye of Hongjoong while Chris paced by the desk.

“The run group was ambushed by a group of ten men. It could be a coincidence, but it sounds too similar to the group that attacked you. Do you remember what any of them looked like?” Hongjoong crossed his arms, head tilted as he observed you. 

“Hmm,” you rested your elbows on your knees, brows creased in concentration. “It was dark. I only got a good look at the man that tried to grab me. He was a younger guy, not much older than me. He was tall, maybe even taller than Yunho and Mingi. Shoulder length hair, either dark brown or black, and very greasy. He wore a necklace with what looked like a mix of human and canine teeth. And a diamond tattoo under his left eye.”

“Oh, shit,” Wooyoung swore, running a hand down his face. Your heart dropped at the exhaustion that washed over him. 

“No no no, please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say,” you pleaded even though you knew it was useless.

“That’s the guy that shot Hyunjin and cut San,” Wooyoung confirmed your fears. You dropped your face to your hands, squeezing your eyes shut beneath your palms.

“Fuck!” Chan snarled, knocking the small desk lamp into the wall. He stormed over to stand in front of Wooyoung. “They didn’t follow you, right?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I checked behind us every couple seconds. It looked like the psycho with the tooth necklace wanted to, but one of the older guys in the group stopped him.”

“Wait, Seungmin said San knocked that guy out,” Chan recalled with furrowed brows.

“I don’t know, dude,” Wooyoung shrugged. “I guess he was just laid out for a minute, not fully unconscious.”

“Alright,” Hongjoong sighed heavily. “This is a major issue. Chan and I will start figuring out a game-plan, we’ll talk with everyone tomorrow. Go get some rest.” Once your footsteps faded, the co-leaders stood on opposite sides of the desk to pour over their maps.

“What are we supposed to do about this, Chan? We don’t even know how many of them there are, where their base is, nothing,” he looked up at the older man with thinly veiled panic in his eyes. Chris gave nothing away with his expression, hiding behind a mask of stone.

“There’s no other choice, we’re gonna have to scout them out. Don’t give me that look, Hongjoong, I don’t like it either. But we need to get a handle on the situation before their group shows up on our front step.” Chan was right, Hongjoong knew he was, but the idea made him sick. Two of their members were already hurt. He didn’t want to risk anyone else.

“We can’t make that decision on our own. We’re putting everyone at risk by doing this,” Hongjoong insisted. 

“We’ll have a meeting tomorrow after lunch.”

You didn’t sleep. You glued yourself to Hyunjin’s side, watching his breathing and pulse like a hawk. You didn’t join the others for breakfast, your food being brought to you by Yeosang. As the hours ticked by, your mind wandered to the men that you’d encountered twice now. What would happen if they found your base? Would it be another massacre? Would you be forced to watch the sadistic bastards kill those you cared about again?

“He’s not awake yet?” A voice at your door jolted you from your disturbing thoughts. Jeongin rushed to the desk, cupping Hyunjin’s cheeks and knocking your hand from his neck.

“Jeongin –”

“Don’t use that voice with me, I’m not a child.” He glared at you, but you were way too tired to argue with him.

“I know you’re not, but –”

“No! No ‘but’, why isn’t he awake yet?!” Irritation boiled under your skin, pushing the fatigue out of your mind.

“Interrupt me one more fucking time, Jeongin, and I swear to god you will not be allowed to step foot in this room again.” He snapped his jaw shut and a muscle twitched in his neck. His nails dug into his palms where they hung by his sides. “Hyunjin lost a lot of blood. Combine that with the pain of having the bullet removed, I’m not surprised he went into shock. What matters now is that he's stable. Our bodies heal best while we sleep. I honestly don’t expect him to wake up until sometime tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry. I just,” he choked on a sob, hiding his eyes behind a hand. Your face softened immediately. You moved around the desk to wrap the youngest member in your arms. He dug his face into your neck, gripping the back of your shirt like a lifeline.

“I know you’re scared. You have every right to be, one of your closest friends was severely injured.” You carded your fingers through his hair. “But I need you to trust me. I’m new, but I care about all of you.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Jeongin apologized with a sniffle after pulling back from your embrace. 

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, brushing away his stray tears with your thumb. “Do you want to stay with Hyunjin for a bit so I can check on San?” He nodded rapidly and took your place in the chair by his head. You grabbed fresh gauze and tape before leaving to find your other patient. You’d have to change Hyunjin’s bandages later, too. San sat alone in the common area bundled up in a blanket, eyes glazed over.

“San? Are you feeling alright?” You knelt in front of him, dipping your head down to meet his eyes. They were red and slightly puffy. “Did you sleep at all?”

“A couple hours,” he mumbled, looking through you rather than at you. “It’s my fault.” Your shoulders deflated, knowing that feeling all too well.

“You can’t blame yourself. There was no way you could have known those men would attack you.” His eyes hardened, suddenly focusing on you.

“Maybe not, but I should have been able to protect them. I was the oldest in the group, not to mention Changbin and I are arguably the two strongest. I should have done more to keep them safe.”

“God, why am I a therapist today,” you mutter to yourself. “San, I know how you feel, trust me. But –”

“How could you know how I fucking feel right now?” Your eye twitched. You took a deep breath to stamp down your anger. 

“One: do not interrupt me when I am speaking. Two: do not curse at me like that.” San rolled his eyes, turning away at your lecture. You grabbed his jaw, lightly digging your nails into his skin, and forced him to look you in the eye. “Three: I know how you feel because I’m the reason my brothers and their girlfriends are dead.” A heavy silence lingered in the air. 

“I- I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, guilt eating away at his insides.

“I know. But you got them back. I’m trying to forgive myself, you should do the same.” He slowly nodded as he let your words sink in. “Now take off the blanket, I need to check your cut.” San was shirtless under the blanket, but you were a professional and only freaked out internally. You shuffled around to sit in front of his wounded shoulder. His hand was on your thigh, right above your knee, before you even touched the bandage. You gingerly peeled off the old gauze, setting it behind you to throw out later. The cut was already healing nicely, to your relief.

“How is it?” San winced as your fingers brushed over the stitches.

“Good. I should be able to take the stitches out in a week, but you’ll still need to take it easy after they’re out,” you pressed the clean gauze down to tape into place. He hissed and tightened his grip on your thigh whenever you touched a particularly sensitive spot. The flush rising to your cheeks was the only indicator of how flustered it made you, but it was enough for San to notice. He studied you with a sly grin despite the throbbing pain in his shoulder.

“San,” you warned when his hand started sliding higher. He bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh, but stopped his movement, leaving his hand to rest on the middle of your thigh. You huffed through your nose as you finished redressing his wound. Someone cleared their throat behind you, and you turned to Hongjoong staring daggers at San’s hand. 

“If you’re done here, we need to have a group meeting. Break room.” The leader disappeared just as quickly as he showed up. You raised your eyebrows.

“Is it just me, or did he look pissed?” You asked while gathering your supplies. 

“Don’t worry about it, for now at least,” San sighed and draped a flannel over his shoulders, walking beside you to the break room. You dropped the soiled gauze into the trash before sitting between Yeosang and Jisung in a large circle on the floor. 

“Where’s Chan?” Minho glanced at the doorway to look for the eldest of the group.

“He’s watching Hyunjin. Listen up, now.” The room fell to silence, everyone’s focus solely on Hongjoong. “The men that attacked our run group yesterday also attacked Y/N a few weeks ago.”

“What? How do you know it’s the same group?” Mingi questioned, eyes flicking between you and the conscious members from the run.

“There was one man that both Y/N and Wooyoung recognized. He had some pretty distinct characteristics, including a necklace made of teeth and a diamond tattoo on his face,” Hongjoong explained. 

“You didn’t tell us you were attacked,” Jongho spoke up next, addressing you.

“It wasn’t necessary for anyone besides Chan and Hongjoong to know. But it is now,” you rubbed your temple to fight back the fatigue creeping its way back into your bones. “I’m not going into the details. Like Hongjoong said, those men ambushed my group while we were asleep. They killed my two brothers and their girlfriends. I only survived because of their sacrifice.”

“The guy that shot Hyunjin also tried to take Y/N and the two other girls back to their group for ‘entertainment’.” You glared at Hongjoong. He had no right to tell them that. “As of now, the only information we have on them is that man’s description and the general direction they came from.”

“So what do we do?” Hongjoong hummed at Felix’s question, crossing his arms and looking at the floor in front of him.

“There’s really only two options. We can do nothing, and wait for them to come to us, or we can send scouts to get more info on them.” 

“We’re going after them, obviously,” Wooyoung stated immediately. 

“Are you insane? We can’t send anyone else after them, not with what they did to Hyunjin, San, and Y/N’s family,” Jisung borderline scolded the older boy, eyebrows flying up to his hairline.

“Oh, I’m insane? No, what’s insane is letting them get the upper hand on us. We can’t let them take everything we’ve built here.”

“I’m with Jisung, it’s too dangerous to risk any of our lives,” Felix chimed in.

“Bullshit, you’re just too much of a pussy to do what’s necessary.” The group devolved into overlapping arguments. You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose as their voices rose in volume.

“Enough!” Hongjoong barked, stopping everyone in their tracks. “Fighting each other about this won’t get us anywhere. We’re putting it to a vote. Chan and I already say we go to them. Anyone that agrees, raise your hand now.” Only five members kept their hands down: Jisung, Felix, Yeosang, Jongho, and Seonghwa. 

“Y/N, you seriously want to go after them?” Jisung stared at you, looking slightly betrayed.

“Trust me, I hate the idea. But Wooyoung is right. I’m terrified of what will happen if they find us here. These men are cruel. They let you die slowly and in pain.” Images from that night flashed across your mind. Your head felt like it was filled with lead, your eyelids threatening to fall shut.

“The most important thing will be stealth. It’ll be a small group, two or three at most. Our objective is to get information. We need to know how many are in their group and where their camp is. There will be absolutely no attacking these men until we’re at full strength. Are there any volunteers?” Hongjoong’s gaze swept over the group.

“Me.” Wooyoung, Seungmin, and Jeongin answered at the same time. Hongjoong narrowed his eyes on Wooyoung.

“Are you going to be able to keep your cool? Especially if you see the guy that shot Hyunjin?” The younger member bristled at the accusation.

“I will, I swear.” 

“Alright. The scouting group will be me, Wooyoung, and Jeongin.” Seungmin opened his mouth to protest. “No arguments, Seungmin. You’re one of our best with the rifle. You’re staying here.”

“Fine,” he reluctantly agreed. 

“Wooyoung, Jeongin, you’ll be meeting with Chan and I later so we can start planning. We aren’t going until our back-up plans have back-up plans.”

“Can San and I help with the plan? Our run groups always include one of us, we’re familiar with the city and part of the woods,” Changbin suggested with San nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that’s fine. We’re done here, go relax.” Hongjoong left the room with an angered Seonghwa on his heels. 

“I should get back to Hyunjin,” you faltered at the wave of dizziness hitting you when you stood. You swayed on your feet, holding on to a chair for stability. 

“Are you feeling alright? You look pale.” It took a moment to realize that Minho was talking to you. 

“I’m fine,” you insisted, swallowing down the bile burning the back of your throat. Yunho appeared in your blurred vision, his hand holding your shoulder. You brushed him off, repeating that you were fine over and over, as if saying it enough would make it true. Your knees buckled under you at your first step toward the door. You fell onto something warm, hearing several shouts before plunging into darkness.

You woke up feeling dazed, blinking in the darkness of the common room. Soft breaths from the boys sleeping around you broke the stifling silence. It was probably the middle of the night, based on the moonlight streaming through the gaps in the slats over the windows. You vaguely registered the lap acting as your pillow.

“You scared the shit out of us,” Chris whispered from above you. He brushed your hair out of your face when you turned to look up at him. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, still waiting for your brain to fully wake up. “What happened?”

“You passed out. Would’ve hit your head on the table if Yunho hadn’t caught you.” He kept his hand in your hair, gently untangling some knots with his fingers.

“Oh. I thought I could last longer than that.”

“What does that mean?” His eyebrows creased with concern. 

“I thought I could handle at least one more night without sleep. Guess I was wrong,” you chuckled at your own attempt at a joke.

“Y/N, there’s nothing funny about this. If I’m right, you were awake for nearly 30 hours. That’s incredibly dangerous,” his voice remained soft even as he scolded you.

“This coming from someone that barely sleeps himself,” you pouted. “You and Hongjoong are both notorious for staying awake late into the night.”

“But neither of us have stayed awake for longer than 20 consecutive hours. We always manage to get a few hours in. What would’ve happened if Hyunjin suddenly got worse and we couldn’t wake you cus you knocked yourself out cold?” You were knocked speechless, gaping at the underside of Chan's jaw as he rested his head against the wall.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” You turned to look over the sleeping forms of the other boys.

“We need you. Please take care of yourself. I don’t want to see you like that again, it was scary.” You couldn’t tell if it was a trick of the light, but you swore there were tears shining in his eyes.

“I will.”

“Go back to sleep. Seonghwa and Minho are watching Hyunjin. You can check on him in the morning.” You rolled onto your side so you could press your forehead into Chan’s hip. His breath hitched for a brief moment before he relaxed. His thumb traced over your temple, lulling you to sleep.

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[allisluv]

guys karen and daisy were real to me okay! 😔

[suja-janee]

I love Lucy Maclean, she’s such a sweetheart

[taylorrepdetective]

This is something I’ve been curious about since I first stumbled down this rabbit hole and was trying to puzzle out if I thought Taylor really would fake relationships (this was in late 2017, so with joe) and one of the things I couldn’t understand was how people could so easily believe that after what happened in 2016 (breakup of her longest relationship to date, rebound with Tom, cancellation that apparently made her suicidal, her friends suddenly showing themselves to be traitors) that she could not just fall in love with joe but absolutely trust him unquestionably enough o write New Years Day 3 months in. And it wasn’t just NYD, but a lot of songs she wrote in fall 2016 that had a forevermore feel to them (is this the end of all the endings, trust him like a brother.) I simply chalked it up to people being a bit young and rooting for love and not really thinking, and them only knowing Taylor as this over-dramatic lover of love. But now seeing it happen again almost exactly the same (betrayal by her father figure business partner, betrayal by the man she though for sure that she’d marry, betrayal by the man she thought was the man who got away who also made marriage promises) and within weeks she has now fallen in love with another man who so so perfect for her that she would just trust him like a brother and fall into the marriage promises AGAIN. And not only that people will believe it, because yeah, she knows her audience, but also that people don’t side-eye this and say “you know what Taylor, maybe it’s time for you to be single for 5 minutes and just like, think about why you keep falling for these men that can’t give you what you want and work on yourself and your constant need to be hopelessly and forevermore in love all the time. Maybe there’s a different issue here?” Like. They think they are her friends, and this is what friends do for each other. I would be so worried about her getting into something YET AGAIN that seems too good to be true. But instead (because they aren’t her friends, they are her audience, enjoying the romcom entertainment of it all) they cheer it on.

Without a second thought. Without really a first good thought either.

Anyway, as always, fascinated by the insight into human nature of it all.

[fantasykiri5]

2nd Artfight attack of the year! This one is of Xata Field, belonging to @rev-hd !!! Her design is so cool… it kept tripping me up when I read she was only 5’9”, she keeps registering as like 7 feet tall in my brain!