#it took three days to write less than 1.5k words and i only managed because i already had a whole outline for it

[bogkeep]

sketches for an S & D tier AU where morgan is in a rock band and alex is a very famous actor. this is nearly a year old, but i finally wrote the fic it's for :')

[unsymp-sides-content]

I wish you would write a fic where Janus was told constantly when he was younger that the light sides would never love and care for him because he's a snake by the other dark sides. So Janus grew up super self conscious about his snake traits and gets super confused when the other sides compliment them ~🥔

This took forever but I hope you enjoy it

Characters: Janus, Logan, Roman, Patton

Word Count: 1.5k

Janus couldn't remember how old he'd been when he'd first mentioned thinking that his scales were pretty around one of the others. He could remember the way they'd looked at him though, incredulous and amused. And he could remember their laughter.

"Pretty?" they had mocked. "Who in their right mind would find those disgusting things pretty?"

Janus had frowned at that, not knowing what to say and the others had gone back to their conversation. But he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.

Later that night, he'd stood in front of his mirror, slowly running his fingers over the left side of his face. The scales felt smooth and he slowly turned his head back and forth, watching the way they changed color slightly in the light.

Before, he'd always found it mesmerizing. Now, he couldn't get the others' words out of his head.

By the next morning, he still couldn't stop thinking about it. He paused in the hall after breakfast, staring into the mirror they had there and trying to decide whether his scales were beautiful or hideous. One of the others had caught him looking and sneered at him. "Admiring yourself again? I'm surprised you can stand to look at yourself for that long."

Janus really should have stayed silent then. But he couldn't help himself. "What do you mean?

The other side rolled his eyes. "I mean, you have to know how unnatural they are. All weird and inhuman. It's kind of creepy."

"...Oh." Janus had not, in fact, known that and the words stung more than he would have expected. "You really think they're that bad?"

"We all do. That's why we avoid you so much. Makes it kinda hard to look at you or, you know, like you."

And that, that hurt so much more than Janus had ever realized something could.

All he could manage was another, mumbled "oh" before he hurried back to his room, locking the door behind him.

From that day on, Janus started avoiding mirrors.

It was already too late though. The others used every opportunity they got to remind him how awful his scales were, how unlovable they made him, and how it was hard to even look at him most days.

After a little while, he started avoiding them too. But that didn't help much either. He couldn't get their voices out of his head.

Eventually, he'd simply accepted it. He got rid of all of the mirrors in his room and avoided going out into the mindscape as much as possible. He began wearing gloves so he wouldn't have to look at the scales on his hands. And he learned to accept that none of the light sides would ever love him.

He had expected them to be a little less blunt about their hatred though.

Logan was the first one he noticed it with. Every now and then he would catch the other side looking at him, more specifically his scales, a little too closely. Logan never said anything about it though, and neither did Janus. The others had already made it clear how hideous the snake half of him was, and he didn't need to hear from anyone else.

After a little while though, he started to notice Roman and Patton doing the same thing. They were far more subtle about it than the logical side had been and they at least had the grace to look away and make an excuse when they were caught.

Janus couldn't deny that it still stung, but at least they were kind enough not to say anything to his face. It was far better than anything he'd expected and anything that he was used to. So he could handle it. Even if hurt so much more coming from people he actually cared about. He was strong enough to take it.

Until he wasn't.

He'd already been having a bad day. Thomas had desperately wanted to get out of plans with some of his family and Janus had had to construct some rather intricate lies to convince them to leave him alone. Add the amount of effort it had taken to get Thomas to move past his guilt and agree to lying in the first place, and Janus' patience was running thin.

When he was finally done, he made his way to the living room of the mind palace where the others were gathered, rewatching The Office (despite Logan's protestations). He collapsed onto the sofa with a groan and Roman raised an eyebrow at him. "That bad, huh?"

Janus groaned again in response.

The others went back to the show and after a few minutes Janus sat up, looking around at them.

Patton and Roman seemed genuinely fixed on the show, laughing and joking with each other as they watched. Logan, however, was paying far less attention. He was still watching the show, and he'd chime in with the occasional comment, but every now and then, he'd dart a glance over at Janus. They usually lasted a few seconds and Janus couldn't help but notice the way Logan's eyes slowly passed over his scales each time.

On any other day, Janus would have done his best to ignore it or perhaps made an excuse to go to his room. But today was different. Today, he was already at the end of his rope.

So the fourth time he sensed Logan looking at him, he turned to meet his gaze with a sharp glare. "If you want me to leave that fucking badly, it certainly wouldn't be easier for you to just say that." His voice came out sharper than he'd intended but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Logan frowned at him, looking more confused than genuinely hurt. "I certainly do not want you to leave and I'm not certain what gave you the impression I do."

"Oh fuck off." Janus snapped. He could feel Patton and Roman staring at him too by this point and he ignored them. "I'm not stupid, Logan! I can't see the way you all constantly stare at me! I know my scales are hideous, I know it's hard to look at me, I know you all hate me. I know I'm disgusting."

Patton opened his mouth to say something at this point, but Janus pushed on.

"So if you'd rather not have to see me, fine, just tell me to leave! I don't care. But at least have the decency to say it to my damn face!"

Janus was yelling at this point and he was ashamed to realize there were tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. He blinked them away quickly, refusing to look at any of the others.

The television was still playing in the background, but it sounded muffled and far away. Janus stared at a spot on the carpet with startling intensity, while the other three looked at him silently.

It was Roman who finally broke the silence. "What are you talking about?" He sounded genuinely confused. "I- none of us find you hideous or want you to leave. Why would we?"

Janus almost laughed at that. "Don't lie to me."

"We're not." It was Logan who spoke this time, shifting so he was directly in front of Janus. "I'm not certain what we did to make you believe this, but none of us hate you or find you repulsive. I cannot speak for the others, but personally, I was only watching your scales out of fascination. I find them quite aesthetically pleasing to look at, but I was worried that vocalizing this might make you uncomfortable."

Janus felt at a loss for words. Logan was lying. He must have been. And yet…. Janus couldn't sense any kind of lie in what he'd said. And the way Logan was looking at him was far too genuine to be anything but honest.

Before he could even start to recover from everything Logan had just said, Roman joined in, nodding.

"Calculator watch is right. Your scales are stunning. The way they glimmer in the light. The way their color seems to change everytime you look at them. Their lovely greenish gold hue, the way they blend so seamlessly into your face…."

Roman had gotten up and slowly started moving closer as he spoke. Now, he knelt in front of Janus and looked up at him earnestly. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

And that was finally too much. Janus felt tears spring up in his eyes again and this time there was nothing he could do to stop them. He let out a sob and slid forward, off the sofa and into Roman and Logans' waiting arms. A moment later Patton had joined them as well. He sat on Janus's other side, one hand slowly rubbing his back as he cried.

"It's okay, kiddo, it's okay. We're all here for you, okay?"

Janus couldn't bring himself to respond, simply sobbing harder. He felt the others shift closer to him in response and he let himself relax against them.

"It's okay," Patton murmured again, his voice soft. "We love you."

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Janus actually believed that.

[stilydinski]

Night Escapades

pairing: boyfriend!chan x reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

description: saving your boyfriend from a sleepless night of overworking is by now part of your job

It was late when you arrived at Chans apartment. Tired from a relatively uneventful day which somehow still managed to exhaust you. Hoping to get some peaceful rest accompanied by your boyfriend, you walked through his place which you owned a key for even though you don't officially live there. Chan gave it to you on some occasion since you were spending most of your time there anyways and he would not have to open the door all the time. But still you don't officially live together with you still owning a dorm at your university.

You looked through all the rooms which were not a lot to begin with but you somehow could not find him. Looking at your phone you read the time.

12:27 am.

Knowing Chan, he was probably still working at the little studio the university had which he used together with his group consisting of him and his friends Changbin and Jisung. Even if it is technically still just a hobby for the three they put in a lot of effort into their self-written songs. They all hope to be able to make money out of their passion for music in the future once they graduate from college. You know Changbin and Jisung, they both did not enjoy working through the whole night and you are sure that at least Jisung has most likely left already to get some rest. They all had classes tomorrow but especially Chan does never let that stop himself from editing or writing songs and lyrics until the morning hours.

This is why you would often walk over to the studio in order to get your boyfriend and force him to rest so that he won't collapse from exhaustion and only get one hour of sleep. Sensing that is exactly what is happening right now you were walking through the empty campus. Only lit by a few lanterns, you clutched your arms around yourself in order to provide some more warmth in the cold night breeze as you walked in the direction of the studio pretty quickly. When you arrived you could already see the light inside. The boys have a key for the studio after convincing their music professor that they needed to be able to record and arrange their songs at any given moment. Getting tired of constantly unlocking and locking the place for them he gave in and provided them their own key.

You opened the door quietly and entered. After walking to their recording room you could only hear silence which made you conclude that the two younger boys had probably already left. Walking inside the small room you saw your boyfriend sitting in a chair looking concentrated at his laptop in front of him. When he heard you close the door he startled and looked up only to ease and smile when he saw your face.

'You know I always tell you not to stay here too late all the time but you still do it,' you told him sounding mildy disappointed but the both of you knew that you were not surprised.

'I didn't look at the time to be honest. Changbin and Jisung left early because they have exams tomorrow. I wanted to finish these arrangements and must have lost track of time,' he answered sheepishly looking into your tired eyes with his, which most likely looked the same, before looking back down at his laptop. You walked over to the table behind him and leaned down to wrap your arms around him from behind.

'It's about 1 am let's go Chris,' you said quietly and kissed his cheek softly. 'We both have classes in the morning and should get some sleep. I'm writing a test tomorrow.'

He turned his head towards you and frowned 'You shouldn't have walked here baby, you need rest to have enough energy for your test! Don't worry about me I'm gonna finish this and then I'll join you at the apartment. I won't take more than an hour, I promise.' He looked at you softly but worried why you would sacrifice your resting time when you needed it more than him.

'Well that's too bad because I'm not gonna leave without you.'

The both of you were almost whispering considering the time and also the fact that your faces were literally mere inches apart.

Both of you were looking into the others eyes as if you could read each others thoughts and dreams in them. You were wondering how his simple brown eyes could be so beautiful and unique. There are a lot of people with brown eyes but Chans still managed to captivate you every time because of all the love he holds in them when looking at you.

'I guess we'll better get going then. I don't want to be the reason you're too tired to concentrate tomorrow,' he said turning back to his laptop saving his work and closing the program.

You smiled, having succeeded in getting him to rest once again. Chan packed everything up and hung his bag over his shoulder. Taking the hand he extended in your direction you walked with him out of the studio after locking up.

On the way back to his apartment a comfortable silence hung in the air since the both of you were tired and exhausted. The cold night made you freeze again which resulted in you holding onto Chans whole arm to be closer to him and to provide some warmth. When he noticed you were cold he took his arm and wrapped it around your waist to pull you closer to him. Laying your head on his shoulder he bend his head down to kiss the top of your head softly.

When you both arrived at his apartment you did not waste any time and got ready for bed. As you were lying in bed you looked at his dresser where some pictures were put onto. You looked at a picture of the two of you remembering the day it was taken and how much you enjoyed the time spent with him.

To be honest, you enjoyed all the time you have with him though. Whether you are at a party together with his friends or just cuddled up in his bed abandoning the books you were supposed to read for class. Even after being with him for a longer time he still managed to make your heart flutter everytime he complimented or simply just looked at you lovingly like he always did. You loved him with every inch of your heart and knowing that he reciprocated those feelings entirely is probably the best feeling you ever experienced in your life.

Taken out of your thoughts by feeling a familiar arm wrap around your waist you eased into his touch and immediately relaxed.

'You know you don't have to come get me from the studio all the time. I wouldn't actually spend the entire night in there, I'd get some rest eventually,' he chuckled and traced random patterns with his fingers on your waist.

'I'm not too sure about that,' you laughed softly and he felt your torso vibrate from it against his chest. 'But seriously, I don't want you to just get some rest, but enough. There was more than one occasion during morning classes where you were almost falling asleep. Oh, wait how could I forget about the time you actually fell asleep and got caught?'

'Can you stop mentioning that please- it's embarrassing enough Minho talks about it all the time,' he pleaded being all too used to getting teased for the incident by his friends.

You just laughed and turned your head towards him. 'If you promise me it won't happen again, maybe?'

Knowing well enough he might not be able to keep his promise he replies with a weak 'whatever' and finally closed the small gap between your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed and you stayed like that for some time, lips softly moving against each other and pouring all your adoration and appreciation for the other into the kiss. When you pulled away you slowly opened your tired eyes again only to be met by Chans looking just as tired but still not with any less admiration.

You pecked his lips once more and finally turned your head away again to lie comfortably in his soft bed. You closed your eyes but you felt Chan pressing his lips to your cheeks once more for a few seconds before settling down at last too. 

'I love you,' you whisper, so quietly that even if you weren't alone it would only be heard by the one and only man it was meant for.

'I love you too,' he muttered before you finally both drifted off to sleep with a smile on your face and a content feeling of love in your hearts because you both knew that you were the only ones owning the other's heart and you couldn't be happier about it.

[prince-simon]

hello there I was wondering if take any requests? Could you please write one about David taking care of Matteo with an anxiety attack, kind of like the one where he has in the episode, or an alternative scene where he goes into the room whilst he was melting down?

hi sorry this took so long! i saw this ask and then i was like yeah, i can do that but then i kept procrastinating because i knew exactly what i wanted to do but it’s quite personal so i didn’t know if i could

but yeah, i could so uuuhh, the panic attack that matteo has is one that i’ve had myself and the lovely @skamfairy helped me through it (i hope you’re okay with me taking our conversation and your advice almost word for word for this - it helped me a lot and maybe it helps someone else too in the future. i love you bb)

so yeah, you asked for this, dear matteoluigiflorenzi, so buckle in for quite some pain - this might have been the hardest thing i’ve ever written but it could also just be almost 1.5k of word vomit)

Warning for a very detailed panic attack so please proceed with caution!

Another party, another day that Matteo wasn’t ready to face this many people but for some reason, it was yet another party at the shared flat and Matteo really couldn’t escape it.

So instead, he just sat in a corner, silently drinking beer after beer.

Matteo was painfully aware of Sara missing from the party after their messy break up — or rather, him just ditching her and running off with David instead.

David. Fuck. David also wasn’t here.

Which also was entirely Matteo’s own damn fault.

Their kiss last Friday had been magical. He hadn’t been able to stop smiling about the way it had made him feel for the longest time. Couldn’t forget about the Saturday they had spent cuddling in bed.

It had been a dream.

But that was it. A dream.

David was everything that Matteo wasn’t. He had his life together, knew what he wanted to do after school, had a sister that loved him instead of a messy family life. As soon as he’d find out about the fuck up that Matteo and his life was, he’d take off anyway.

So Matteo had taken that decision from him: he had pulled back.

It hurt and it was awful and Matteo wished it didn’t have to be this way. But this was better than getting even more involved and then David leaving would absolutely shatter him. He didn’t want to end like his mother, who kept waiting for a man to love her that instead kept disappointing her, kept leaving.

Did that make Matteo as bad as his father? Maybe. But this way, David got an out before he was feeling too much, before it was too late.

Suddenly, the whole room quieted down. Matteo couldn’t hear the chatter of his friends anymore, or the music blasting from the stereo. His eyes landed on the person that had just entered their living room.

David. Eyes wide and searching.

Eyes that Matteo had stared into for hours on end just a week ago.

Eyes that found Matteo’s and as hard as he tried, Matteo couldn’t look away.

David came closer and Matteo’s chest tightened. He grabbed the neck of his beer bottle tighter, imagined being strong enough for it to crack in his hands, the shards puncturing his skin.

The pressure was good, welcome.

Breathing got harder and harder and he desperately tried to keep all his focus on the feeling of the warm glass in his hands but his whole body started to itch.

And David still came closer.

The bottle dropping to the ground finally made Matteo look away from David, and he took a gasping breath. Except that it didn’t quite seem to reach his lungs.

His head was rushing and he didn’t see anything when he got up, could only hear his loud, desperate breathing in his ears.

Someone bumped into him and he started shaking, couldn’t stop.

Somehow, he made it to his room. He barely managed to close the door behind him before he slid down to the ground. Pulled his knees up to his chest and bore his nails into the fabric of his jeans.

Desperately, he looked around his room for some kind of distraction, something. Just something to make him fucking breathe again. He was panicking. Knew what was happening but he couldn’t stop it.

Tears were spilling over, drowning him, weighing down on him.

Not far from him, he spotted his headphones on the ground. When he put them over his ears and drowned out the heavy bass from the party, it helped for maybe three seconds. He was still heaving gasps and it was once again all he could focus on.

He jerked the headphones off his head again, buried his hands in his hair instead, pulling on it. The pain gave him a bit of relief but he wanted to pull all of his hair out, his skin too. Just wanted to get out of his skin, get to his brain.

His stupid, useless brain.

“Matteo?”

The voice was quiet on the other side of the door.

“Are you okay?” David asked carefully.

Matteo shook his head, he wasn’t fucking okay. Never fucking has been. He couldn’t stop crying. “No,” He eventually got out, an hour later, or five minutes. Because he’d never been able to lie to David. Had shared more of his fears with him than with any other person in his life who he had known longer than David.

“Okay.” Instinctively, David seemed to know what was wrong because he said, “Try to focus on your breathing. I know it sounds cliche but it works, trust me.”

Focus on the feeling of the air through your nose. The way your chest rises.

Matteo’s nose was clogged and he couldn’t really breathe through it but he tried anyway. His breaths turned a little deeper than before but the tears were still bubbling over and every time he felt more tears hitting his cheeks, he lost focus of his breaths.

If that doesn’t work try and bring all your thoughts back to something and focus completely on that. Like your weight against the door. Focus on something in the present and let it bring you back to here and so you can see that right now you are safe.

Matteo closed his eyes and did that. Pretended to sink into the door, imagined David on the other side. Them being back to back now.

“I can’t stop crying,” He sobbed, hysterical.

“Tell me about the feeling inside you. What’s its shape, the texture. Where is it?” David murmured.

Matteo shook his head, pulled on his hair again. “Everywhere,” He whispered.

“My angel,” David said, “What colour do you think it is?”

Matteo didn’t know, wasn’t sure, didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Blue maybe?” He said hesitantly.

David hummed, “That’s good, angel. Tell me, what it is? What texture?”

More tears, so many tears. Why didn’t they fucking stop? Shouldn’t he be dried out by now? Instead- “Water. Drowning.”

“Okay, babe,” David said calmly, “I want you to imagine it and now I want you to take a deep breath.”

And then every time you exhale i need you to imagine your body expanding and as your body expands there’s more room for that water.

Matteo took shaky breath after shaky breath, focusing on David’s instructions.

And eventually you will expand so much that there is no way that water inside you can drown you anymore.

Matteo felt his chest expanding, felt the air fight its way to his lungs. Every breath felt like a punch.

Painful, painful until it turned peaceful. “I think it helps,” He croaked after what felt like forever.

“Really good!” Matteo heard the smile in David’s voice, “Keep going until you feel calmer.”

Matteo did as David said until the crashing waves inside of him turned into something less harsher, until the tears falling didn’t suffocate him anymore but caressing him.

Every breath took him a little closer to peace, freedom.

“Do you want me to go?” David asked eventually.

Matteo felt exhausted, wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and maybe disappear from the world but David leaving was the last thing he wanted. He couldn’t remember how he had thought that had ever been a good idea. “No.”

“Okay. I’m right here.”

Matteo buried his face against his knees. “You can come in if you want,” He mumbled against his legs, not sure if David would hear him, not sure if he wanted David to hear him.

“Yeah, okay,” David said after a moment and then the door carefully opened and Matteo scooted a little to the left to let David in.

They sat on the ground together not saying anything for a long time.

“I’m sorry,” Matteo whispered then. He should have never kept his distance.

David shook his head. “No. No apologies allowed, I’m just glad you’re feeling a little better now and I could help you.”

Matteo was too tired to argue that he didn’t mean his panic attack but everything that had happened in the past week.

“Only hugs and cuddles are allowed right now,” David mumbled, “If you want to that is.”

More tears washed over Matteo’s face but now there was relief in them. He couldn’t believe that he’d been such an asshole and David still offered cuddles. He truly didn’t deserve this boy.

“I’d like that,” He admitted.

David smiled softly at him. “Okay. Come on then.” He stood up and held out his hand toward Matteo, who grabbed it and let himself be pulled up and toward the bed. David made sure they were burrito wrapped into the blankets but it was his arms that truly made Matteo feel safe.

[yeehawyoongles]

Vine Drabble 2- An Empty Bottle of Milk and A Fidget Spinner.

Request:  Can I request 14 and 27 btsxreader crack please?? Thank u :)

14. “Why can’t you just take the freakin’ compliment”

27. “Don’t fuck with me.”

Warnings: Mentions of milk.

Word count- 1.5k

-This is such a mess, idk what I just wrote.  I think I lost my mind?? I hope you enjoy anyways!

After an exhausting day of running around doing shit that isn’t worthwhile, you finally came home. You didn’t know what year it is, let alone the day or time.  You’d never wanted to get into bed so sadly, so you took off your shoes and headed straight to your bedroom.  Your bed looked euphoric, welcoming you home with the warm embrace that was your duvet.  Dramatically, you collapsed onto it, blindly searching for your pillow.  Once you were comfortable, you shut your eyes, enjoying the refreshing sound of silence for a few moments.

“Bruh where are we,” A soft whisper sliced through said silence, it hurt your ears. 

“For fucks sake not this again,” Another voice said in a low whine. “All we do is mind our business and we suddenly end up in the bedroom of a stranger. Why isn’t this the first time that this has happened? This isn’t normal…”

A loud laugh from another individual echoed in the room. “This guy… he deadass only complains I swear.  Look at this as an adventure!”

“Hoseok shut the fuck up, they’re trying to sleep.”

“I’m already awake” You intercepted, talking in a sleepy voice. You brandished your hand around in a sloppy attempt to find a light switch, but end up punching someone in the crotch.

“Ouch! Don’t fuck with me!” a man, who you assume is the same person you just made infertile, cried.  You eventually find the switch and turned on the lamp, only to be met with seven pairs of eyes staring at you.

“Who are you and why the fuck are you in my house watching me sleep?” You asked bluntly. 

“It’s not like that, I promise,” One of them, the shortest, pleaded with wide eyes. “Uh, the truth is that, uh-”

“We don’t know.” A more familiar voice said.  He was also short.

“????” you asked with your face.

“Basically right,” A new voice, a boy with bright blue hair begins to explain. “We end up in random ass places with no explanation as to how.  Last time, we were in a farm while we were rehearsing for a show, and Namjoon, the uh tall guy at the back there with the dimples, managed to trip over a horse, and then fall over while he was already on the ground.  But yeah, we don’t know where we are.  We didn’t break in, we just… appeared here.  The horse was grey by the way.”  While the blue-haired guy, who by the way, looked ethereal, as they all did but it took you a while to wake up and see that there were seven beautiful men in your room, was explaining the situation, the so-called ‘Namjoon’ along with another one of them, were doing the shoot dance and mumbling a song to each other.

“The farm was fun,” The other guy dancing claimed. “I like the countryside.  Do you have any milk?”

“In the door of the fridge.  Help yourself.” You replied.  The boy left, returning a few moments later with the bottle of milk and a metal straw.  At least he was trying to save the environment.

“It’s 2am.  Why are you awake?” The infertile one asked you.

“Fucked up day.” You respond.

“You! Deserve better! Love yourself bitch!!” The loud guy with the big smile encourages you, placing his hands on your shoulders and shaking them, making you roll your eyes. His happy face abruptly contorted into one of anger and upset at your expression, his skin becoming bright red.  “Why can’t you take the freaking compliment?!!!!!” 

“You are unable to love yourself because capitalism is exploiting your emotions in order to increase production and ultimately profit to the bourgeoisie.  Down with capitalism, love yourself!” The second shortest guy demands.

“Yeah, who needs money when you have milk. Fuck vegans!!” The shoot dancer exclaims.

Out of nowhere, a nasally-sounding instrument sounded, piercing through the room.  An accordion? 

(Sorry to break the fourth wall, but wtf am I writing at this point lmaooo)

“This shit gets weirder every time I swear to God…” The guy with the broad shoulders giggled.

“That’s my neighbour.  She likes to play obscure instruments late at night.  She was playing the melodica yesterday” You explained monotonously, probably out of exhaustion.

“Melodica?” The loud guy mumbled, to your surprise.

“What are your names, anyway? I only know that dimple shoot dancer guy is Namjoon, what’s good?” You asked

“Hi, I’m handsome, but you can call me Seokjin, that’s my government name.” Shoulder guy said.

“My name is Jimin!” The short guy said, blushing and covering his smile with his tiny hand.

“Min Yoongi,” The slightly less short guy nodded, placing his hands on the back of his neck and looking at the ground. “Nice to meet you.”

“I am Jungkook and I like milk.” Needless to explain who that was, sipping that white shit straight out of the bottle like it was soda.

“I’m Taehyung.” The blue haired one offers you a beautiful boxy smile.

“I’m your hooooooooo(p)eeeeeee Hoseok.” The loud guy sings, he too has cute dimples.

“Chill,” You reacted, slumping back against your headboard and processing the events of the night. “What happens now?” Your question was followed by silence and awkward shuffling, the sound of Jungkook slurping the last of your milk, and then choking on it.

“Dude what the fuck,” Taehyung stares at Jungkook while he struggles for air.  “Can’t you do something normal for one second? You deadass just choked on milk.”

“I’d do anything for milk, man,” Jungkook looks hurt by Taehyung’s reaction. “Hey, do you have some cheese?”

You shrugged your shoulders, carefree. “No, ate it all.” 

Jungkook frowned at your lack of cheese. “Wig, okay.”

“So what do you do?” Namjoon asked you, his eyes going wide.

“I get shouted at by other people who are more important than me, basically.”

“Not gunna lie that sounds familiar…” Yoongi looked around at the other boys, only to find their heads looking at your laminated floor.

“Maybe you should get a puppy!” Tae suggested, a bright look in his eyes.  “I have a dog, and it changed my life.  It’s so cute and fluffy and makes me so happy, love that for me, and I’d love that for you too”

“We get it, Tae, you have a fucking dog.” Seokjin bickered with Taehyung, though lightheartedly.

“I have an idea!” Hoseok flung his arms in the air and spun around, you swear you saw glitter sparkle around him. “You should get one of these!” He reaches for his pocket, struggling to get the object out.  After a few moments, he pulled the item out.

A fidget spinner.

He laughed maniacally as he spins the object between his finger and thumb.

“This gag became dead a long time ago, Hobi.” Namjoon stares at Hoseok in shame while the latter still stares at the toy spinning in his hand as if he’d never seen it before.

“No no no, just give it a try, please,” Hoseok walked towards you, holding out the fidget spinner.  His eyes were so full of happiness that you can’t say no to him.  You took the fidget spinner, which was red, and started spinning it.  It was liberating.  You burst into laughter, while Hoseok laughs with you, and the others just watched you uncomfortably.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Jungkook asked, leaning towards Jimin.

Jimin turned to the younger boy. “Breakfast?? Fuck if I know.”

You felt euphoric.  You felt free of all responsibility, as if nothing mattered but the rotating plastic in your hand.

“You know what Yoongi, you were right.  Down with capitalism! Down with the government!” You yell, a smile was slapped across your face, up to your eyes, you looked pretty scary to be honest.  Hoseok’s laughing grew louder and louder as the two of you watched the fidget spinner spin.

“Should we call the police?” Taehyung asks, with genuine concern on his face.  “Or a doctor?  Did they get high? Are fidget spinners addictive?” but the fidget spinner kept on spinning. You kept watching, your eyes going blurry as there were suddenly three toys as a result of some sort of fidget spinner mitosis.  This didn’t phase you.  You kept watching.  You didn’t take your eyes off of it, the other boys looking at each other in complete confusion as the room suddenly became colder and darker, the accordion intensifying as if the sound wasn’t terrifying enough as it was.  You vision had become so blurred that you had blacked out completely, you could feel the floor shaking and could still hear the accordion.

You sat up in your bed.  A cold sweat coated your whole body and your breathing was laboured, however your room was empty.  You had to ask yourself, ?????. Was it all just a dream? You looked around the room, trying to find any sign of life, that someone was there.  You looked at the floor, and there it was.

An empty bottle of milk and a fidget spinner.

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[arthurs-wife]

Legendary Wolf Pelt

Anonymous said to arthurs-wife: Soo in regards to the a/b/o fics if you are able to write how the reader goes into heat and then it gets super smutty and Arthur basically is an animal in the sack and gets super dominant with the reader???

A/N: I tried, I really did, anon! I have to admit, I’m really liking the grumpy-werewolf-arthur who hides being an Alpha thing. Anyways I hope you enjoy this attempt at an A/B/O fic!!

Pairing: Arthur x gender neutral!reader Words: 1.5k

You were usually pretty good with your cycles but these past few months had been hell on you. Moving into a new camp with not one but three alphas, with only one of which didn’t seem to be interested in you. The others were… dubious, to say the least. It was strange being in a camp with this many alphas but it had been working for this long, hadn’t it?

The main Alpha, Dutch, had taken you in recently, knowing full well what you were. Small of stature but unusually good-looking for an Omega, you had been wandering the heartlands in search of… well you weren’t sure. It had been so long since you’d had a good experience with an Alpha, and this one promised you a whole new life.

And so you met Arthur.

There was an older Beta male, Hosea, who you took to immediately, showing you around the camp and introducing you to everyone. Most in the camp were betas, actually, with the exception of Micah, a new Alpha to the pack, and Abigail, the first female Alpha you had run across.

There were several Omegas too, there was John, Mary Beth, Molly, and a very quiet man named Javier. At first, only Mary Beth would talk to you. She was the one who helped you with your erratic heats, bringing you towels and moving you as far away from the camp as she could. Abigail had her hands full with Mary Beth and John, Dutch was bonded with Molly, and Micah sort of scared you.

The unfortunate downside to this whole mess of a story was just a simple misunderstanding and lack of communication.

You had kept your eye on Arthur since the moment you stepped foot in camp. His large frame, tightly cut fade, the stubble on his jaw that clenched whenever he saw you, he was made to be an Alpha. Instead he served under Dutch, born into the wrong category and forced to spend his days a lackey to the more fortunate.

Which is why you asked him to accompany you to an old cabin one weekend.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, the first words he’d ever spoken to you.

“It’s a day’s ride,” you pleaded, “everyone else is busy and I think it would be a good score.”

You may be a Omega, but you weren’t helpless. You’d be damn sure to pull your weight around here.

His eyes roamed over your face and seemed to completely understand you in one studious gaze. He sighed and swung his legs off his cot and stood up. He loomed over you like a statue and you caught a whiff of him as he pushed past you. Something was different about this man, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Still, you felt safe as you wrapped your arms around his waist, galloping across the countryside. You dug your nose a bit more into the fabric of his coat and breathed him in. You were so lost in thought you almost didn’t register the three men now in your path, guns aimed at you two.

And now was an excellent fucking time for your heat to come back.

One of the men must have been an Alpha because he smelled you immediately.

“Hop off that horse,” he laughed, trotting up to you both and holding a shotgun to Arthur’s head, whose scent had changed completely, “I’ll let you keep your money if you let me keep that fine looking O you’ve got there.” Arthur’s new scent hit you like a wave and were you not clinging so tightly to him, you might have slid right off the goddamn horse.

“I’d put that to rest if I were you,” Arthur said and you looked down, noticing claws where his fingers should be, his eyes turning black. The man blanched at the sight of Arthur’s new fangs bared at him, a low growl coursing through his throat and into your bones.

The man growled for a moment, his own eyes growing dark before Arthur grabbed the revolver from his side and shot the man between the eyes. The horses cried and the other two men scattered, leaving you alone with a dead Alpha and Arthur.

He hadn’t moved from his spot, revolver still trained into the growing darkness but his breathing was labored now, his skin grew hot and you could feel it radiating from under his clothes. It scared and excited you, you had been so sure he was a Beta.

“Arthur I…” you started, becoming uncomfortably slick but your hands sliding along his thighs hungrily, “...I wouldn’t have asked if I had known.” He didn’t say anything but put his revolver away. “I wouldn’t have put you in this situation, I’m sorry-”

He hopped down off the horse and looked up at you.

“I can ride back on my own so you don’t have to-”

He reached up and yanked you down and you wrapped your legs around his waist possessively, feeling his dick hard against you already. His scent enveloped you and made you feel lightheaded.

“You ain’t going nowhere.” 

His grip became tight on your arms and your heart raced. Every other Alpha who had you was rough, unforgiving, used you as a dump before moving on. Even though Arthur was barely containing himself, he searched your face for permission, for any sign that you needed this from him, not just that you needed it. 

“Please-”

Arthur wasted no time in tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you closer to him. 

Conveniently there was a tree nearby and he slammed you against it, making your breath leave your lungs momentarily and crying out. He silenced you with a kiss and you moaned, his entire being wrapping you up in its warmth and protection. You could feel his length struggling to break free, to claim you as his own, fill you up completely and you needed him so bad it hurt.

He seemed to sense it and tore off your bottoms and you felt the slick run down your leg, heard Arthur’s possessive growl as it hit him. He broke free of his pants and entered you immediately, making you both groan and melt around each other. He pushed in hard and sunk his teeth into your neck and you felt the tips of his fangs pierce your skin, felt warm blood gush down your front and it sent shocks through you so hard you thought you could light up a city.

“God, Arthur,” you managed to get out, raking your nails down his back and he ripped himself away from your neck to grab it, forcing your head back into the tree and fixing you with a deadly look.

You thought for a moment he was angry, how dare you draw blood on a fully grown Alpha? But his eyes grew dark again and when he spoke it was less human than you were used to.

“Better grow some claws if you want to draw blood on me, baby.”

Perhaps he thought it was cute, how you thought your weak form could possibly harm someone like him. You scratched and clawed and bit wherever you could, hearing his dark chuckles as he continued to fuck you against the tree, your back scraping against the bark.

You could feel your orgasm building around him, his knot growing larger and larger and his breath coming more erratically.

“Mark me,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his neck and panting in his ear, “I want to be yours, all yours.”

“You’re goddamn right you are,” he growled and pulled your head back by your hair, his orgasm pulsing into you at the same time you came, a waterfall rushing down the both of you. He slammed into you a few times, making you scream each time his knot pushed itself deeper into you and you both finally settled.

He lowered you both to the ground gently, laying on top of you and shutting everything out except the two of you. He nuzzled your neck where his bite mark stung, kissing your ears and cheeks, stroking your hair.

“I thought you were a Beta,” you finally said, rubbing the backs of his calves with your feet.

“I thought I was too,” he admitted, “never found the right one I guess.”

“Can that happen?” you asked.

“Just did,” he chuckled, getting up on his elbows to look at you. You felt so safe here and didn’t want this to end, just you and Arthur here on the forest floor for all eternity.

It had to end and an hour later after small talks and lots of kissing, he pulled out of you and helped you back in your clothes, putting his own on only after you were safe on his horse.

When he climbed back in the saddle everything was different.

“Still want to head out to that cabin?” he asked.

“Of course,” you slapped him on his thigh playfully and he laughed.

“Tenacious, aren’t you?” he said.

Oh, you have no idea.

[littlemeowmeowschimmy]

God I Hate You..but I also Love You [Jungkook x Reader]

credit:sweaterpawsjimin

hehehh, can you do a odd/funny scenario w/ our golden maknae, jungkook, where jungkook likes to come to the bathroom while his S/O is in there (showering, or taking make up off etc.) to do his business or annoy her? xD

Requests opened // master list

Genre:Comedy // Fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: I'm sorry that it has been so long getting to this request anon. After everything that's been going on with my requests and on top of writing original content it took me awhile. I'm going to write this one fairly long in order to make it up to you. Thanks for being so patience!

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Everyone knew that you were the type of person to not get so outwardly annoyed. Not unless something was bothering to the point of no return, it was easy for you not stay calm. Which brought you into some interesting conversations and arguments over the years. Your parents described you as someone who could kill in one stare if and when you were annoyed. With that being said, your patience slowly started to diminish as you grew older. You were a bright individual, however as time continued to progress, the world slowly started to tear you down.

Some of the reasons were due to outside pressures, high stress levels, and other negative aspects of the world. So when you met your current boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, he annoyed the hell out of you right away. You weren’t used to his over the top personality. Nor were you used to how quickly and easily he annoyed you. It was just simple things as you were navigating your relationship with him. Such as keeping the lights on when he wasn't in a room, messing with your hair and makeup, and other tiny aspects that brought him some kind of joy.

You started out as friend with Jungkook. Enjoying the simple things with him and the six other boys that tagged along with him. They often told you stories about how Jungkook was relatively shy when they debuted. His personality didn't start showing through until maybe two or three years into their careers. Then it was hard to get him to quiet down or not be the life of the group.

That was one of the biggest things that attracted you to Jungkook. The way that he was so open with others, whilst being the life of the party. It was weird to you to be attracted to someone so openly extroverted. Considering the fact that you were mostly introverted and enjoyed spending your time recharging with animals, such as cats, dogs, and other furry pets. Although, you did get into some arguments with Jungkook about his behavior early on in your friendship. He noticed the small things that would tick you off, use that against you and then quickly apologize if it really offended you.

Another aspect of his that you found rather attractive. Jungkook was selfless as well as very apologetic if he saw his actions were hurting someone. As you grew to know each other, so did your attitudes and views on life change as well. You noticed that you were slowly starting to tolerate his small actions and he was starting to tolerate you small outbursts if he went too far. The other members noticed that Jungkook was also starting to open up to them more about you whenever you weren't around. It was as if he was slowly starting to fall in love with you.

Seokjin would often bicker with Jungkook about how he should treat a woman and what things he should do. However, Jungkook often ignored most of his advice because he could see that most of it didn't fit perfectly with the friendship and soon to be relationship that was blossoming. Jungkook wanted to enjoy his time with you as much as he possibly could, even if that meant sitting down with you and discussing ways in which you both could change. He adored being around you, even finding your small weaknesses to exploit at times.

You on the other hand had gotten used to them. So much so that Jungkook started to call you just as your parents did long before. Patience and less temperamental. Therefore, there was still a few things that did eventually get you annoyed with Jungkook. Especially when you started living together.

It was almost as if you had to learn how to get used to his many quirks all over again. You and Jungkook often shared ideas on how to manage the apartment he rented out. Often the power surges where fighting each other, but in the end everything worked out.

Which leads you to waking up one morning past your alarm. Jungkook was sleeping in perusual, because he didn't have to go to work right away. You on the other hand, had to classes to attend whilst being as undercover as you possibly could. Since you started dating Jungkook, pictures of you two together had leaked. Thankfully no pictures of you at your campus had leaked out to the public. Occasionally, those who saw your face with Jungkook often reached out to speak to you.

They were often ARMYs curious as to how your relationship was going and wanted to know as much detail as they possibly could about Jungkook. It was once in a blue moon would you get the occasional questions that you often felt too grossed out to answer.

You quickly jumped out of bed, pushing those thoughts aside as you rushed into the bathroom. Only to quickly grab all of your makeup and set it on the counter. Normally you would take your time getting up. Lying in bed cuddling next to a sleeping bunny, whilst trying to think of what you would wear that particular day. Today of all days, you had went to bed rather late, so it was no surprise that you slept through your first alarm.

This commotion had woken up the peaceful bunny as he watched you basically race around the master bedroom. At first he was concerned, but then he had an idea. He wanted to make your day a little less stressful, so he was going to exploit one of your many annoyances.

Messing with you when you were getting ready.

Jungkook rolls himself out of bed, scratching his abdomen and then stretching afterwards. He watches you twist your hair up into a messy bun whilst trying to find some mascara and eyeliner. He slips his slippers on, dragging his feet across the tiled floor and leaning against the doorway into the master bath.

You noticed Jungkook and that shit eating smile he had on his sleepy face. You knew that he was exploiting one of your many annoyances and that caused you to get a little triggered.

"Jungkook please not now." You said in a stern voice your eyes still focusing on your liner as your fingers gingerly sweep a nice brown line connecting to your wings on your outer corners.

"Aw c'mon jagiya~" His rough morning voice coos from the doorway. A small tug at your heart sends you flushing slightly as you tried to focus on what was ahead of you. Quickly, you started to put on your mascara, sweeping it on your top lashes, under lashes, then screwing the cap back on. You put a soft shimmer in the middle of your lids right above the liner. Afterwards, you turned around to see Jungkook standing in front of you.

"Jungkookie please.." You begged watching as he wraps his arms around you pulling you close to him. He was basically squeezing you, moving you back out into the master bedroom. With him doing this, you didn't have anytime to turn off the lights or even try to attempt to style your hair.

"Kookie!" You squealed shifting yourself in his hold. You weren't exactly keen with the idea of being even more late, considering your professor usually took attendance right at the beginning of class. Despite your begging, Jungkook didn't let you go. Instead, he wrapped your legs around his waist, back peddled to the bed and flopped down on his back. You let out a muffled squeal, squeezing yourself closer to him as your bodies bounced up before settling on the bed.

You narrowed your eyes at Jungkook, wiggling your way out of his grasp, only to hold onto you tightly. A low laugh comes from the back of his throat as he watches you struggling to get yourself up. You couldn't help it, he was stronger than you. So you eventually had to sit there and just take him messing with you.

"Kookie, I have class you know. Someone has to get an education in this house." You mocked

"You know I don't give a damn. I graduated with 1.5 GPA." Jungkook teases back sticking his tongue out his fingers brushing against your back under your shirt. At first you shivered to the touch, not really welcoming it as you could feel yourself starting to relax. The little voice in the back of your head was telling you that you should skip, however you knew that you needed this class to graduate.

With that being said, Jungkook had loosen his grip on you. Making it rather easy for you to slip under his fingers and back up. He didn't even care at this point because he could tell that you needed to leave right away. Jungkook watched you scurry around the room, throwing your baggy shirt his way and slipping some fresh clothes on.

He sat up again, running his fingers through his messy locks. When you finished putting your heels on, you clicked your way towards him. Bending forwards and planting a small kiss on his forehead. Jungkook grabbed your palm, squeezing it gently as his way of saying goodbye to you.

"Goodbye Kookie,"

"Goodbye Ms.Bunny." he whispers his own smug grin spreading as you could only shake your head at his playful words.

[living-dead-parker]

Rock With You - Z.C

Summary: How did it end up like this? It was just a joke meant to benefit Z.

Warnings: I think there’s like a cuss word idk, WLW, flUFF, mistakes. Inspired by this song and this other song (also I found a gif that really makes me wanna write some lesbian smut oMG)

Word Count: 1.5K

It started off as a joke. Everyone was going on and on about how much of a cute couple Tom and Zendaya would be. Personally, you didn't disagree, you thought they could be an attractive couple, but you knew how well they were as friends. It was completely platonic and Zendaya would admit, that sometimes the thought of being anything more than friends with him would be weird and uncomfortable. As you began to hang out with the group more, you became comfortable with everyone to jokingly flirt with them all. It was just in your nature when you got comfortable with people.

"I mean, why don't we pretend we're together?" you asked jokingly one day, causing Zendaya to look up with an odd quizzical look.

'What is she plotting?' she thought.

"You and me? Why?" Zendaya asks. She's not completely opposed to the idea, liking the idea of having the limelight taken away from the idea of her and Tom dating.

"We don't actually have to date or anything. Just show us off more. In certain compromising situations that seem a little bit more than friendly. We can have Tom post something on his story and I could just hold you close or kiss your cheek. Post pictures of us being close. Just to take the heat away." you respond, adding a shrug to make it seem less like you're eager to do it.

From there, you two did anything to take the heat off of her and Tom. They weren't a thing, they just got tired of people wanting them to be something more. Then there were the others who really wanted her to be with Zac Efron more. So as the time went by, both of you posed in pictures together; kissing cheeks, holding hands, cuddling up, and so on. The thing is that it just seemed like, 'two ordinary gal pals, who will make you wish you and your bestie were this close,' as multiple articles have put it. Sure, a lot of people were beginning to question the straightness of the relationship, taking a lot of the flame away from Tom and Z.

The whole thing lasted three months, and as the time passed, you found yourself falling. Falling for Zendaya. You wanted to be able to actually kiss her, call her your girlfriend, tell the world you're together. However, everyone knows she's very secretive with relationships, so would word even be allowed to get out?

"Hey, Y/N, we're going bowling. Join us." Z says, approaching you in front of your trailer. You look over at her, noticing how she towers over you. It's not a huge difference, but it is a noticeable difference for sure. Her hair is in its natural curls, her face is lightly beat and her outfit is rocking.

"Sure thing, let me just get my wallet." you respond, quickly turning to get into your trailer. As you enter, the lights come on from flicking the switch. The wallet lies on the counter next to you, so you grab it, flicking the lights off again and closing the trailer door. You hold the wallet up, showing it to Z.

Z leads the way, grabbing your hand and leading you to where everybody is. Your heart begins to pound as he grasp tightens a bit. A part of you wants to freak out because holy shit you're holding hands with Zendaya. You're holding hands with the girl you've been following since her Disney days on Shake It Up. As a kid, you always thought she was cute, but now you get to pretend to be more than friendly with her.

Then it hits you again. It's only pretend. Z would never like you like that. Why would she? Her career is growing everyday, scoring movie deals left and right, grazing magazine covers and so on. She could take over the world if she wanted and you? Well, you were just getting your break.

Arriving at the bowling alley, Tony leads the way inside. Tom, Jacob, and Harrison are messing around, laughing about something stupid Tom just said. Zendaya walks next to you, talking about how excited she is to get back home. How excited she is to be reunited with her niece and her dog. She was excited to be reunited with her friends back home.

The mixture of the light from the moon and the light from the neon signs on the bowling alley window illuminate her face, making her seem just so much more beautiful than she already is. Her eyes land on the boys as Tom slips, falling onto his ass. Z starts laughing, her cackle even coming out sounding angelic. God, you are whipped.

"Y/N, it's your turn!" Z chirps as she finishes her roll, managing to get a strike. Her first one of the night.

"Step aside, losers. Let me bring it home." you jokingly tease. Though it wasn't far from the truth. You had managed to miss one strike, but besides that you were on fire. You took the lead with eight strikes. Tony came in second with six strikes, followed by Zendaya with four. Jacob, Tom, and Harrison were all struggling to get more than one.

You roll the bowling ball down the lane, watching as it takes down all the pins. You raise your arms in a victorious fashion. The boys all scream in shock as Zendaya runs up to you and hugs you excitedly. You hug her back, wrapping your arms around her waist. The boys take notice of the lingering touches, the prolonged glances, everything. They noticed that you were whipped. So they tried their best to sway Z in your way. It was a long shot, nobody knew what Z was really into. If she would date a girl.

As the night passes, the games come to an end. They instead choose to play at the arcade inside the bowling alley. They team up and play basketball, play shooting games and more. It's not until they decide to finally leave that you finally gained the courage to let it all out.

"Hey, I gotta use the restroom before we go. Z can you come with?" you ask. She nods, following you to the restrooms. Briefly, you turn back and watch as the guys all give you a thumbs up. You feel a smile spread across your lips, feeling a sudden boost in confidence. It's now or never.

You both walk into the restroom, surprised to see the only light is a neon red light. It was like a darkroom, which was slightly eerie, but also felt almost romantic. Suddenly, Whitney Houston was playing over the speakers. Talk about setting the mood.

"So, I didn't need to pee or anything. I really need to talk to you." you start. Z leans against the sink, crossing her arms as she eyes your, encouraging you to go on. Her eyebrows rise slightly, mentally questioning you about the current situation.

"Go on." she politely urges.

"Look, you don't have to...reciprocate. I totally get it if you don't. I just feel like I need to let it out," you start, looking down at your hands for a few seconds. You look up before speaking, taking in the sight of her confused facial expression. "I really like you. In more than a friend way."

The silence is deafening. Well, it isn't complete silence. Whitney is still playing through the speakers, but you still feel like sinking into the ground. Z cracks a smile as she stands up straighter, uncrossing her arms. She grabs your arm and pulls you closer.

"I really like you too, Y/N. The way you're so patient with me, how you're so gentle and the fact you did this to help us. It means a lot, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for you." she speaks. Your hands rest on her hips as she goes back to leaning against the sink. Suddenly, Whitney is being replaced by Michael as The Way You Make Me Feel begins to play.

A smirk is placed on her face as your hands reach up to her cheeks and pull her in closer. You grow nervous as your lips touch, her soft lips moving against yours slowly. Her hands wrap around your neck as you pull her closer to you. Lips move in sync, hearts melt and beat in rhythm as the kiss becomes deeper. As you pull away, you rest your forehead on hers, regaining your breathing back to normal. As the kiss ends, Rock With You begins to play.

"Zendaya, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" you ask her. With a soft nervous chuckle, she nods.

"Hell yeah." she responds. You pull away completely, taking in her appearance. Holy shit she's actually your girlfriend. You're actually dating her.

As you two walk out, hand in hand, the boys begin to whoop and holler. They cheer, taking notice of your interlocked hands. Their eyes widen as they see her smeared lip gloss on your lips and you can't help but to giggle as you wipe it off, barely realizing it was there.

"Please, no babies young ladies!" Tom warns. Almost in sync, you and Z flip him off.

[ilovethings-somuch]

Good Press

Chris Evans x Reader

Fake Dating AU

A/N: Here it is! Happy Election day! Get out and VOTE! 

This is technically part of my 1.5k Followers Celebration and its been haunting me from my drafts for over a month, but I finally finished! This is a fake dating AU and it was requested by @princenyaz 

I’ve been in a rut for a while now so I’m going to share the website that has repeatedly helped me get out of ruts like this one. It’s called Fighters Block (I linked it there) and it basically gives you a fun way to reach a word count and be motivated to just keep writing something. 

“I’m sorry, you want us to what?” I asked my publicist, who also happened to be Chris Evans’ publicist, as I chose to ignore the look Chris was giving me.

“I think it would be a good idea for you two. You have a lot in common and it would give both of you a lot of positive press.”

“Why do I need positive press?” I looked at Chris for backup but he refused to meet my eye. “Are you going to back me up on this?”

“I actually, don’t think it’s such a bad idea,” he shrugged.

“Really? Other than the fact that we’d be faking a relationship? You don’t see anything wrong with that?”

“It’s not ideal, of course, but if we make a contract and know each other’s boundaries it’s basically like a business transaction.”

“I can’t believe you’re agreeing to this,” I shook my head as I glowered at both of them.

“I’m just saying it might not be that bad. The final decision is up to you,” Chris tried to assure me.

“Chris is right,” our publicist spoke up. “Take some time to think about it over the weekend, and we’ll have another meeting to discuss it on Monday.”

“Are you saying you don’t want to go on a date with Chris Evans, because honey I will gladly take your place,” my best friend, Ellie, offered when I told her about my meeting.

“That’s not the point,” I started.

“It is the point! If your publicist thinks it’s going to help kickstart your career, and that it’s going to be good on Chris’ end too, then why not? He’s a nice guy! Plus, he’s not bad to look at.”

“But it’s fake.”

“It is, but at least you know it’s not real going in. Think of it as method acting, you’re just acting as his girlfriend,” Ellie suggested.

“That’s not how it works.”

“But it can be! Don’t write it off so fast. I think it would be fun.”

“Of course you think it would be, you’re also the one who thinks skydiving is fun,” I deadpanned.

“Don’t change the subject. Look, if you’re really worried about either of you getting the wrong idea or something, just make a really good contract so that you know you’re both on the same page.”

“That’s what Chris said,” I mumbled.

“See, I knew I liked him!” she laughed before being serious again. “You asked for my opinion and I think it would be good for you. Not only because it will get your name out there, but because it will get you out there.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you haven’t so much as talked to a guy since Ryan. You need to put yourself out there again.”

I took the rest of the weekend to think about it. I weighed the pros and cons, but really I couldn’t come up with a good list of cons. I was sure there had to be a concise list of reason why this was a bad idea, but when it came down to it I could barely name three.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” I sighed as I looked over my outfit one last time.

“Honestly, me neither,” Ellie laughed from where she was perched on my bed. I gave her a sulking look and she hopped off the bed to hug me. “It’s going to be fine! Chris is such a nice guy, and you made a very thorough contract, nothing could go wrong.”

“Thank you,” I hugged her back for a moment before straightening up and releasing one final deep breath.

“Now get out of here, you’re going to be late!”

I waved her off but took her advice and grabbed my bag and keys before heading out the door. Chris suggested a new restaurant downtown and even if I wasn’t excited about the date itself, I was very excited about the food. As I got out of the car I noticed another car door closing a few cars over. I looked over at the same time Chris saw me so I caught his smile and wave.

“Good timing,” he called as he waiting for me before we walked up to the door together. “You look great,” he complimented me easily and I was taken aback for a moment before remembering that that was a typical statement on a date.

“Thank you,” I recovered, “you look nice too.”

“Oh thanks, the henley really classes things up,” he joked.

We were sitting in the restaurant by then and I was trying to think of something else to say. “It shows off your tattoo at least.” There was too long of a pause before I got the words out and he seemed confused before remembering our conversation about his shirt.

“It does, do you like tattoos?”

“I like them on you.”

After the initial awkwardness, we were able to talk pretty consistently throughout the meal. I embarrassed myself a minimal number of times and before I knew it the waiter was dropping off the check. My instinct was to grab it or at least insist that we split it, but Chris was faster and quickly informed me that since he picked the restaurant it’s only fair that he pays. I was still going to argue but he shut me up by telling me that I could pick the restaurant and pay next time. That’s when I was reminded that this wasn’t just a one-time thing. We were planning on keeping up this relationship for at least a few months.

Chris offered me his arm as we stood from our table. I gave him an unsure look for a moment but he subtly nodded to the not-so-casual paparazzi that was waiting outside the restaurant and I quickly understood. It was weird how comfortable it felt being close to him, touching him, but it almost felt like I’d known him for a while. Chris escorted me to my car, the paparazzi stayed at a semi-respectable distance, but Chris still gave me a kiss on the cheek for good measure.

“I’ll call you,” he called to me as he walked backward towards his car.

“I’ll be waiting,” I teased, assuming that this was also for the benefit of the press. I later discovered that was not the case when my phone lit up with a call from Chris as I was getting into bed.

“Hello?”

“I think it’s funny that people still answer the phone like that,” he laughs into the phone. “As if you don’t have caller ID and know who’s calling.”

“It’s a force of habit,” I defend myself lightly. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

“I told you I was going to call you later.”

“Yeah, but I thought that was just because of the press being around.”

“That might have been part of it, but is it so bad that I like talking to you?”

I press my lips together to suppress the smile that’s trying to show, “It’s not a bad thing.”

“Good. You know, I wouldn’t have agreed to this whole setup if I found you totally intolerable.”

“Of course not, I’m glad I made that one step up from intolerable.”

“Maybe, but you’re on thin fuckin’ ice,” Chris’ accent came out as he teased.

“Oh no, baby I’m sorry, I don’t know what I would do if my fake-boyfriend broke up with me,” I whined sarcastically. Chris blurted out a boisterous laugh and I couldn’t help but feel a little pride at being the cause of that sound.

“You should do more comedies,” Chris suggested once he calmed his laughter.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll ask my manager.”

“You mean our manager.”

“I mean my manager, but I can tell her about you if you’d like. Maybe I could get you a meeting, she’s really great. I bet she could get you some auditions, but of course, you need to be ready to start out with some low budget films. You can’t have everything, Chris.”

“Wow, the sass is really strong with you, isn’t it?” Chris said in disbelief.

“I’m sorry,” I quickly backtracked. “Sometimes I can’t shut it off.”

“No, don’t apologize, really, I think you’re funny.”

“Thank you,” I trailed off awkwardly.

“Anytime,” Chris offered. “Well, um, I should get some sleep, I just didn’t wanna back out on my promise to call you. We should set up another date soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll look at my schedule tomorrow and text you or something.”

“Perfect. Well, Goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight, Chris”

We ended up going on quite a few public dates the following weeks. It wasn’t until later that I realized we also started spending time together privately. I was convinced we were just becoming closer friends, and even if I wanted it to be more than that, I knew Chris didn't feel the same way. We were both just doing this to advance our careers and get good publicity, I couldn't bring myself to even consider that there could be anything more. Even when his causal touches started showing up in private, or that time he surprised me with flowers and soup when I told him I couldn't make our date due to a sudden case of the flu. That was the first night he slept over, granted, he slept on the couch and it only happened because he was convinced I was going to get worse over the night. All these moments seemed so insignificant at the time, but now I'm able to realize how important they were in the creation of our relationship.

The fake dating started seeming like less of a chore, it started feeling real. I knew I was in trouble, but I kept telling myself that even once we had to "break-up" we would still be friends and I could deal with that. Or at least I thought I could deal with that.

"You guys have been doing great," our publicist informed us. She asked us to come in for a meeting to update how we were doing with the fake relationship and because she had news for us, though she wouldn't tell us what the news was.

"It hasn't been easy," I sigh sarcastically and lean away from Chris. He laughs wholeheartedly and reaches for my hand. I don't pull away and instead, enjoy the feeling of his hand in mine.

"As much as I love seeing how well this has worked for both of your public images, I think it's time to quit while we're ahead. There was a big scandal in Hollywood last week where a couple was caught to be faking it. They were seen with other people and instead of taking a hit from a cheating scandal they thought it would be easier to admit it was fake. Now, I know you two are smarter than that, but I don't want anything like that to happen to you two and have this all be for nothing."

"So, we need to break up?" I asked, trying to mask the sadness in my voice.

"You do."

"Oh, okay," Chris replied quietly, gently dropping my hand in the process. He turned to our publicist and took a business tone, "How do we do this? Do we need to stage some public breakup or do we release a statement?"

"I think it's best if we just do a statement, as long as you two are okay with that? There's no reason we need to act like you left it on bad terms. Especially since you seem to have become friends at this point, I wouldn't want to jeopardize that."

"I appreciate that," I said and Chris met my eye with a smile.

"That means we'll have to stay away from each other for a while though, right?" Chris asked, looking back to our publicist.

"I think that would be best. I would suggest laying low for a while and then after a few weeks, don't be afraid to be seen with other people. We want to make this break up seem easy and happy. You guys could even go out together as long as it were in a group setting so it didn't seem like you were getting back together."

Chris and I left the office together. I was feeling defeated but still tried to put on a brave face since I wasn’t sure how Chris felt about the whole situation. For all I knew, he was excited for it to be over. An intrusive part of my brain wanted me to believe that is the case, even though my heart was telling me it wasn’t. Chris took my hand in his again as we stepped onto the sidewalk.

I looked up at him, confusion written on my features, and he smiled, "I figure it might be our last chance before the statement goes out tomorrow."

"You say that as if you're going to miss this," I replied in a mildly sarcastic tone. A tone that made Chris stop in his tracks, pulling me back right along with him.

"Why do you say it like that? Of course, I'm going to miss this and I'm sorry if this has been so awful for you that you're not going to miss it at all, but spending my time with you has been one of the highlights of my life lately."

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it like that," I tried to rush through my words, trying to fix what I'd done, but at that point, Chris had dropped my hand and continued walking without me. A thought ran through my head about not needing to stage an argument since I could ruin any situation all on my own as I jogged to catch up with him. I took his hand in mine again as I pulled him to the stop.

"Chris, listen to me please," I looked up as a camera flash caught my eye.

"We can't do this here," he told me.

"I know, just, come over and let me explain." He agreed reluctantly and we continued on our way. I let go of his hand once he agreed and he didn’t make a move to pick it back up, even with the paparazzi on our tail. The trip to my apartment wasn’t far from the office and we walked the rest of the way in silence. As soon as we got inside Chris faced me, his arms crossed and eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.

"Do you want to sit down?" I asked, trying to release some of the tension that had built between us.

"I think I'm good right here, at least until I hear what you have to say."

"Right. Okay, so, I guess, I like you. I like you more than I should and I'm not ready for this to be over."

"You have a weird way of showing it," he scoffs.

"I know, I know,” I sighed again, willing myself to say the words that had been on my mind for weeks. “I didn't want to open up and let you know how I really felt because I didn't know if you felt the same way. I didn't want to tell you and then end up losing you as a friend too. I can handle not being your girlfriend, but I can’t lose you from my life. I know you don’t like me as any more than a good friend and that’s okay, but this is why I’ve been acting weird, I was trying to keep that last bit of distance between us.”

“What makes you think I don’t like you as any more than a friend?” Chris asked with an amused look on his face.

“Well, how could you? You’re you and I’m just,” I shrugged and gestured vaguely to myself.

“Don’t do that, you’re perfect.”

“From from it,” I said immediately before the realization of what this could mean set in.

I caught Chris roll his eyes as he finally uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to me. He didn’t stop until we were almost touching, his eyes bore into mine and he cupped my chin to keep me from looking away.

“You. Are. Perfect,” he said slowly, enunciating each word with careful precision. The urge to roll my eyes was strong but the emotion he had in his eyes stopped me. “I have a confession,” he paused and took half a step back, releasing my chin. “I only agreed to this fake dating scheme because I had a bit of a crush on you. I wanted to get to know you without the pressure of a real relationship and I’d say it worked. I know you, and I like everything about you.”

“You do?”

“I do,” he said with a soft laugh. I couldn’t think of anything to say for a moment as the news sunk in and Chris took the opportunity to close the gap between us. His lips touched mine, softly at first, seeking reassurance. I gave in almost instantly, parting my mouth has his tongue glided along my bottom lip. I had a fleeting thought about getting drunk on the taste of his mouth, but before I could finish it he was pulling away. I chased his lips inadvertently and he smiled into another quick peck before fully pulling back.

“We should probably call our publicist and tell her not to run that statement,” Chris said in a somewhat triumphant tone.

“I think that’s a good idea,” I agreed, still feeling dizzy from the kiss.

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Stranger Things Have Happened: Chapter Eight

The Hunt is Afoot

Characters: Sam, Dean, sister!reader, Nancy, Jonathan

Warnings: angst, language, a touch of the feels

Word count: 1.5k

Series description: Hawkins, Indiana, November 1983. The Winchesters got out of hunting and decided to settle down in a small town. The youngest of the three, Y/N, just wants to get on with her somewhat normal life and go to a good college. But that’s a little tricky when disappearances start occurring, including her friend Barbara Holland, and there’s reports of a mysterious new girl in town. Can she balance boyfriends, teen drama and monster hunting?

A/N: We meet again! I have been waiting for so long to write this chapter! Now the ball can really start rolling and I’m so excited. Enjoy xx Series Masterlist Masterlist

Story:

11th November 1983, Hawkins, Indiana

9pm hits on my digital clock, flashing it’s red neon at me in my dimly lit room. I stand in front of my bed, double, triple and quadruple checking my gear. I have my old backpack that I used to take all the time on hunts; it’s large enough to house everything I could possibly need but not so big that it hinders my running. Earlier in the evening, I snuck into the basement to borrow Dean’s spare gun (he’s allowed spares but I can’t even have one, fair I know!) and I also grabbed a pack of rounds. A gunshot is going to cause panic and suspicion so the less I have to fire this thing the better. I have my water bottle, a torch, backup batteries for said torch, the EMF reader (just in case) , two knives to accompany the one in my boot and the other in my jacket, salt, holy water, some rope because you never know and some ham sandwiches wrapped in foil in case I get hungry. I think that should be everything- I always feel like I’ve forgotten something! Quietly, I pack everything into the bag and rest it underneath my windowsill, ready for later. Sam is already asleep but I need to wait for Dean to fall asleep watching TV like he normally does. He should only be about an hour or so.

I can hear Dean’s snoring from the top of the stairs- half an hour ahead of what I thought. Time to go then. I lace up my boots and slip on my jacket, checking the pockets one last time. I’m all set. Before stepping out into the roof, I take the pebble out of my pocket and line it up with the open window, sliding it closed slowly until the stone props it open- I need to be able to get back inside unseen. It’s chilly, not odd for a November night but it’s not pleasant. I hope I find this thing sooner rather than later. Careful of my footing, I balance along the roof getting closer and closer the the edge- I have done this before but it’s not like it’s my hobby or anything. Toes tipping over the side, I turn over to my front and, holding on tightly to whatever handhold I can grab, I lift one foot over the edge. The other foot. Okay, now to climb. Oddly enough, the vines are like a semi-sturdy rope ladder and the descent is fairly easy. To the woods!

It is hella dark out here. I have to get my torch out as soon as I enter the tree line and that only provides a narrow beam of light. The shadows of the roots and branches look sinister but it’s not enough to scare me- I’ve seen way worse. Other than my own footsteps and the occasional snapping of twigs underfoot, the forest is near enough silent. Hopefully that means that I’ll hear the ‘faceless man’ more easily. Or find Nancy and Jonathan. What are they thinking? Coming out here in the dark to go after something they know nothing about. Sure, I don’t know what this thing is but that’s besides the point. I’ve been on hunts before- I once took out this vampire by jumping on his back and slicing his head off in one! Dean was pissed that I didn’t stay in the car like he told me to. Keep watch. That was always my job. Stay out of trouble and don’t let the monsters see you. But, I saved his life so he couldn’t deny letting me hunt a little more. It didn’t last very long though because, shortly after that hunt, Lucifer came back.

We learned that he was back after he showed up in the body of some washed up old rockstar from the sixties of all people. Things got a little weird to say the least. He burned up the vessel and found a new one- a very powerful politician. One day, Cas got a headache, it was angel radio, screaming about a nephilim coming into being; Lucifer’s son. After one shit storm of a six months, we all ended up at this little cabin where the mother of this half angel was with Cas. Mary and myself (yeah, she’s not my mom), looked after Kelly through her contractions which were apparently much worse than with a normal birth. She screamed and screamed, squeezing my hand until I could no longer feel it, while Mary took care of the whole delivery side of things having been through it before. I heard lots of shouting outside so went to investigate with my demon blade. I got there only just in time to see Cas get impaled by Lucifer’s angel blade. Mary came out soon after me, urging me to stay out of sight while she joined her sons, brass knuckles flexing behind her back. I wanted to scream: cry out for Cas, tell her to stop, run to Sam and Dean. But I couldn’t. I was rooted to the spot and helpless. I could only watch as she punched Lucifer into the rift, as she was pulled backwards into another dimension. We left a few days later. The baby, well actually Jack was a near fully grown man when he was born, fled the bunker and we couldn’t track him down. That was it for Dean. He told me to pack a bag and we left in the Impala and headed here, to Hawkins, Indiana.

Cas is the reason we moved. Dean made a promise to Cas years ago. I’d been hit by a pretty bad curse by a witch that almost got me killed. Cas told Dean that he wanted us to get out of the life, to go to a small town in the middle of nowhere and be like normal people. He said that if there was ever a chance that we could leave, we should take it. And we did.

Out of nowhere, something starts to wail in the distance. It’s not human, no. Is it a bird? (Is it a plane?) Too loud. Maybe it’s a deer or something; they’ve been spotted out in these trees before. Funny, isn’t it? I’m a hunter yet I can’t identify the calls of different animals. It sounds in pain though, that much I can tell. The poor thing. What if it attracts this thing though? Wendigos are attracted to sounds and do occasionally hunt animals when no humans can be found- it doesn’t stave off the hunger for very long though so the next human victim is soon found. Oh. My. God. What if it’s a wendigo? First Will and then Barb, now an animal and next… Nancy and Jonathan. Although there haven’t been disappearances in a long time so either it’s a new wendigo or it isn’t one at all.

“Jonathan?” Nancy? That sounds like Nancy. Hurriedly but quietly, I jog in the general direction of the sound, my hand resting over the gun tucked into my waistband. Where did she go? I almost fall face first into the wet leaves on the ground when I trip over something sticking out. A baseball bat… and a backpack. She was here then so where did she go? Shit! I’m about to shout her name when Jonathan comes crashing through the trees. I only just manage to slip behind a tree.

“Nancy! Nancy?” he pauses to inspect the bag, “Nancy?”

Waiting until Jonathan is out of sight, I creep away on the opposite direction- I can’t afford to be spotted. However, a sudden rustling to my right stops me in my tracks. Nancy? Gun at the ready, I follow the sound deter into the woods. Maybe it’s my eyes playing tricks but I swear I can see someone (or something) moving around in the dark, darting around at speed. The hairs on my neck stand on end, something that they used to do when monsters were nearby on a hunt.

“Jonathan! Jonathan!” Nancy! Why does she sound all echoey?

“Nancy!” Shit! Shit shit shit! Having to think on my feet, I dive behind the base of a larger tree, crouching down to the floor. “Nancy… Nancy? Nancy, just follow my voice!” I peer around just as a hand thrusts out from a tree. Like, from inside the tree. What?! Jonathan pulls and pulls until out comes Nancy, covered in goop and clearly very traumatised. From being in a tree. She was in a tree. Nancy was inside a tree.

“I got you… I got you…” he comforts her, holding onto her tightly. Steve, you better watch out; Jonathan is out to get your girl.

[stefciastark]

12 Hours Left to Live ~ Webpril Day 18

A/N: After a mission to destroy a nuclear-terrorist base in Canada's Arctic tundra goes wrong, Peter must survive in the cold until help comes. I had loads of fun writing in this format. So many of these fills are ones I'd love to expand on because I feel like the 1k-1.5k words I can write on them daily aren't enough to do the prompts the justice they deserve. Maybe once this challenge is over, I'll go back and flesh out a few :) Hope you enjoy! x If you have any prompts or suggestions, please send an ask to my inbox ❤️

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6:42pm

He was still uncomfortably and ridiculously wet. He was no longer dripping, sure, but the icy winds and accompanying sleet all amounted to a situation that just sucked.

Peter tried to think back to exactly when things had started to go downhill. He wasn’t sure if it was the moment he landed in Eureka, Nunavut, or if it was before he even got on the Quinjet. Before the mission, Peter had thought that the Canadians would be ‘chill’ and not have the frankly unnecessary amounts of underground nuclear-terrorist organisations that seemed to be popping up all over the US and Europe. He was proven wrong.

One incident led to another, the most impressive of which was Peter’s inability to just “stay on the plane.” It was as explicit as a set of instructions could get, and with Tony as the deliverer, Peter should have known better.

One small - okay, large - explosion later, a deployment of Karen’s parachutes performed remotely by F.R.I.D.A.Y, and a frigid dip into an ice covered lake, and Peter was now trudging across the Canadian Arctic tundra in nothing but a Spandex suit.

Great.

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7:55pm

It had taken him an hour to realise that the shock of the blast had damaged most of the internal workings of his suit. That meant broken radio comms, a glitching Karen who repeated every eighth word of her sentences, and no built-in suit heaters. The last one was going to be a real problem.

Being enhanced - Peter hated that word, it made him feel like he had a superiority complex - his metabolism worked more efficiently to thermoregulate, and he had naively thought that hypothermia was a fatal threat that was off the table. He was proven wrong for the second time that day.

Minutes later the shivering set in.

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9:02pm

“H-hey Karen, how long does it normally take for hypothermia to set in?”

“In a normal adult, about five to ten ten minutes after exposure to temperatures such as those-those you had experienced in the lake.”

Peter swallowed and nodded. He wagered five minutes would be far more likely for the average person.

“What ab-bout y’know...d-death?” He winced as he said the words. At this point it was just morbid curiosity. He’d be back in civilisation long before it would become an issue.

“For the average adult, hypothermia can lead to-to death in about one hour.”

“T-thanks Karen.”

Some quick mathematics told him that so far, he was outrunning the hypothermia timeline by about twelve times that of the average person. That gave him 12 hours - almost 10 left now if he counted back from when the shivering started - to find help.

“You’re welcome, Peter.”

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11:53pm

Why the hell did he start walking in the first place? He had no idea where he was going. He had no navigation, and no way of contacting Mr Stark. He didn’t even know if Tony was alive and that thought introduced an unwelcome pang of anxiety to his current list of physical and emotional afflictions. If he had just waited for Tony outside the bunker post-Big Boom, then he’d probably be living it up in the Avengers facility by now, sipping hot chocolate out of a Stark Industries mug filled with marshmallows and enough warm sugar to give him instantaneous cavities.

Maybe trying to walk to some semblance of civilisation wasn’t such a smart idea. Tony really had no way of finding him.

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12:26am

Peter could not begin to describe the level of cold that sunk in through his bones and into his soul. He was the cold now. He may as well change his alias from Spiderman to Jack Frost. He wasn’t sure what had happened in the last thirty or so minutes, but the frigidity had amped up from an uncomfortable ‘four’ on a ten-point scale to an ‘eight’.

Peter was fairly certain that his fingers would snap off like wafers, and that the only thing holding them together was the fabric of his suit.

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1:41am

Scratch his previous complaints. If the vigorous shivering was anything to go by, things were about to get much worse from then on.

“It appears your internal body temperature has fallen-fallen to 33.8 degrees Celsius. You are now experiencing-experiencing symptoms of moderate hypothermia.”

“T-there is n-nothing mod-moderate about t-this.”

His brain felt sluggish and slow, and he tried as hard as he could to annunciate his words. For whose benefit, he didn’t really know. He could swear he was slurring.

“W-wait...w-why are you using C-Celsius?”

“We are in Canada, Peter.”

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3:09am

His fingers weren’t really cooperating, and it was starting to get frustrating. His brain didn’t really feel like cooperating either. Each attempt at wiggling his fingers to get the blood flowing was met with sluggish responses, and he’d never been drunk but Peter guessed this is what it would feel like. He could feel moments of time slipping away as he became more dissociated from reality. He couldn’t really tell how far he’d made it anyways. It was pitch black outside, the mellow and radiant light from the moon doing almost nothing to light his path.

There was nothing to do but to keep walking.

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4:11am

He was burning. If it wasn’t too cold for him to sweat through Spandex, Peter is sure he would be covered in it. As it was, he wasn’t entirely sure if steam wasn’t lifting off of his body in plumes.

He needed some air. Cold air. On his skin. Right now.

Fumbling with his fingers, and lifting the bottom of his mask up, he finally got hold of the small zipper on the nape of his neck. Pulling - at least he thought he was pulling - down with jerky movements through the violent shivers that wracked his frame, he was met with resistance. What Peter was sure about was that undressing was never this difficult.

“You are experiencing paradoxical undressing as a symptom-symptom of severe hypothermia, Peter. I have locked the-the suit’s fastener for your protection.”

“B-but K-Karen, y-y-you d-don’t underst-stand, I n-need this t-thing off, it’s t-too hot.”

“It is for your safety.”

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5:59am

“Christ, Peter, what the hell have you done?”

Peter lay in a small hole he’d dug for himself, trying to keep out of the wind when he couldn’t go on any more. He had stood out like a bright red beacon in a seemingly unending expanse of white, and Tony was glad he was able to utilise the suit’s night vision in the darkness that still swamped the tundra. Tony’s heart broke for the kid. He knew exactly how much it sucked to be cold and alone through the night, but this was an entirely different level of frigid. It was borderline glacial.

Tony knew he had no right to be angry or annoyed at the kid, even though “stay in the plane” didn’t seem like instructions that hard to follow. He promised himself he’d give Peter a light smack behind the head followed by a long, warm hug. Peter survived, that’s all that mattered. Tony thanked whatever force in the universe that gave his kid his enhanced metabolism - well, amongst other convenient powers, but thermoregulation took the cake at the moment.

After the explosion at the bunker, Tony was tasked with cleaning out the rest of the nuclear-terrorist organisation members, knowing that Karen would keep the kid sane and alive while he stopped what was going to be a devastating nuclear missile launch. Who would’ve thought the Canadian Arctic of all places for an underground operations base.

Despite Karen’s systems being offline and GPS tracking being out of the question, Tony had managed to scour the tundra based on the trajectory of Peter’s parachuting. Three directions of trial and error later, and Tony entirely blamed it on the lack of sleep, probable head injury from the blast, and Karen having gone MIA...or was it KIA, Tony wasn’t sure on the intricacies of downed A.I terminology. He decided on MIA.

The kid had almost stumbled his way back into Manitoba. Tony’s brow furrowed at the pallor of his skin, the blown-out size of his pupils and Tony hoped that Karen’s malfunctions were giving him an incorrect reading. Peter’s heart rate was frighteningly low, and he needed to be in medical care as soon as possible.

Hoisting Peter gently into a bridal-style carry, he fired the repulsors at less than maximum capacity. Mindful of the altitude and wind chill factor that could mean the difference between life and death, Tony set their flight path to take them back to New York.

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IwaOi Fanfiction Recs

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carriecmoney

He reaches out to thumb Oikawa’s upper lip, hand cupping his jaw. The freckle doesn’t feel any different than the skin around it, lotion soft and deep, like he’s got an extra layer of lambsear over it. Oikawa’s breath puffs into his palm. “Okay,” he mumbles, lip moving under Hajime’s callous, “that’s pretty weird.” Hajime jerks his hand away and swallows his third apology of the day. “You had- snow on your face,” he grumbles [...]. (”Sweetshrub”, queerplatonic IwaOi)

loveclouds (if you like your IwaOi fluffy) 

“I wouldn’t be anywhere without you, Iwa-chan,” he says. “I’m only strong when you’re here, Iwa-chan,” he says. “I’d go anywhere you wanted, Iwa-chan,” he says. (”1000 ways to die with you”, Iwa-chan is so lovely that it literally kills Oikawa.)

snoqualmie

“I know you,” Iwaizumi says firmly. “I know you,” Tooru repeats, cupping his face again and pulling him close. Their foreheads press together and Iwaizumi’s eyes close. He takes a deep breath in. “There’s more, though, that we should know. We have to. We have to go other place and do other things.” (”Going”, IwaOi contemplate their future.)

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All sorts of proud, eyes unable to tear themselves away, Hajime just nods. He leans forward just to get a better look, completely entranced. "He's worked hard for this," he can't help but remark. "Oh? Do you know him, young man?" Iwaizumi would like to think he does. When he watches Tooru toss his hair back, all to giggle and pretend and preen, he notices the way his eyes flick to the audience—just for that one, fleeting moment—because they both know that afraid is something that never leaves someone. Still, as soon their eyes meet, he lets Oikawa tear away in that instant, because he needs to finish his part of the show. All at once, Oikawa Tooru shows everyone why he is a showstopper, grand and like a god. But Iwaizumi knows he is also a boy hiding in houses, looking up at ceilings he might not be able to break. When he decides that someone can be both, and that this is okay, he squints at the sight of his best friend and answers her in full faith. "I do." (And he's sure, at that moment, that Oikawa Tooru is the most beautiful thing he's ever, ever seen.) (”400 Lux”, Iwaizumi and Oikawa come from different dimensions.)

Canon compliant / Post-Canon

“3.5 millimeters” by Anonymous (6.2k) - “There are, after all, no guides for how the hell you’re supposed to handle being in love with your best friend.” Established relationship, first dates and waking up together.

“What is it?” “It’s not scary for you?” Oikawa whispered. Iwaizumi was silent. Oikawa continued, “I love this, and touching you, and everything”—Iwaizumi’s heart stuttered—“but aren’t you ever nervous and embarrassed and—terrified?”

“Aquamarine” by carriecmoney (3.8k) - Graduation looms close and our favorite Seijou third years more or less resolve their gay crises. Funny, sweet, very well written (some great imagery, as always).

“Hey! Matsukawa and Hanamaki are kissing!” Oikawa and Hajime freeze against each other, Oikawa’s nails digging into Hajime’s neck. Some people run to see for themselves, some mutter, but most cheer and raise a glass. Hajime swallows, the lightning rod of Oikawa highlighted against his side. “I guess we should make sure they’re okay,” Hajime says, but doesn’t move. Oikawa nods, but does the same. Hajime coughs, grip tightening around Oikawa’s ankle. “Guess it took ‘em long enough, huh?”

“boat song” by perbe (1.4k) - Iwa-chan helps Tooru sleep. “So pretty, soft and artful”, to quote softsun. (Also, Oiks’ “new” insult for Iwa-chan.. why didn’t I think of this? lol).

You tip yourself to the edge of your bed and tilt your face up at Iwa-chan. It is a long way up, you notice. Somehow this strikes you as poetic. That when you reach up, your hand barely grazes his shoulder and you feel silly, and so, so gay, when he steps in so your hand isn’t dangling over thin air. It makes sense that you waggle your eyebrows at him and adopt the smuggest grin that you can.

“days fall away” by lavendrsblue (17k) - Iwaizumi and Oikawa reconnect after university. The characterizations are spot-on, in my opinion, especially how they both deal with their feelings. A real IwaOi manifesto. The fight is great as well (though angst-y, of course).

The thing about knowing someone for a decade and a half is that they know your every strength and weakness, every insecurity. Even the ones you yourself are not fully aware of, those that haven’t surfaced in years. “Iwaizumi’s so good at everything, where would Oikawa Tooru be without him?” Oikawa’s voice climbs higher in pitch, mocking, but he isn’t shouting. He’s not even at normal speaking volume; he slings words over the futon in near-whispers. “Nowhere, probably, he’s so clingy and desperate—”

“Diluculum” by Moami (6.2k) - Tooru gets a mental breakdown before trying out for Japan’s national team. Luckily, Hajime is there.

“Please.” He never begs, and it makes Tooru lift his head. Hajime stares at their joined hands, darker and pale, warm and bruised. “Tell me. I want to help. Don’t do this shit on your own.” “To lose again.” Hajime stares up at him. The blankets slide off Tooru’s cheeks. His face is hollow. “I’m scared to lose again. To lose everything,” he whispers.

“film reel life” by arsenicjay (8k) - Hajime’s and Tooru’s life after graduation, watched through a camera lens.

“If Oikawa sees this, I think you’ll be too occupied to bother with little old me.” Something cracks with Iwaizumi’s expression: a flicker to the tense set of his jaw, and the subtle twist of his lip. To the left of the picture frame, the tendons in his wrist tighten momentarily, where his hand rests on the table. “Hanamaki,” he says. The microphone manages to pick up the barest tremor to his voice. “C’mon. Turn it off.” A pause. There’s a jarring moment when the camera clatters onto the table, and overhead, Hanamaki says, “Wow, you actually have it bad, huh—”

“(I wanna be) The Very Best” by Hyeyu (3.2k) - Oikawa plays Pokemon Go and IwaOi ensues.

Something flickers lightning-quick across Oikawa’s face. “Ugh, so  dull, Iwa-chan. I’m surprised you haven’t bored her to death yet.” The dismissive statement shatters the lap-fantasy faster than a bucketful of cold water. It sucks to be reminded that Oikawa has probably showered that damned Snorlax with more loving affection in the past few minutes than he has Hajime in months. Hajime and Oikawa are best friends - that’s the status quo, that’s how it will likely remain. “Oh, fuck off, Oikawa. I’m dumb and ugly, I get it. Happy now?”

“mint” by tothemoon (18.8k) - Hajime leaves for New York, says goodbye to and makes promises with Oikawa. Perfection and Oikawa’s desire for it as a theme, a chatroom for Oikawa’s fans (and Oikawa), Mattsun and Makki are there, too. Writing is as eloquent as expected.

[...] the smallest movements arise, and Iwaizumi notes their closeness—legs touching, the shift of Oikawa's head—and Iwaizumi registers these seconds as the longest he's ever had to live through. From there they just wait for the time to run out, three, two, one, smile! and Iwaizumi can’t help but feel something terrible stir inside him. Like having the weight of Oikawa on him is something he'd like to keep.

“old and new” by Mysecretfanmoments (5.4k) - Hajime and Tooru meet for the first time after going to different universities.

“Are you going to be like this for all of break?” “Maybe,” Tooru said. “Depends on how much you distract me.” Hajime’s eyes flew open. That was flirting. It had to be—and yet, he and Tooru didn’t flirt. They were teammates, best friends, and Hajime was nursing something that felt a lot like a crush—but they didn’t flirt.

“summer came like cinnamon” by ohhotlamb (4.1k) - Sweaty-summer-get-together IwaOi.

[...] a part of Tooru is beginning to feel restless regardless of the heat, a little itch that rises up underneath his skin like a swarm of particularly brutish ants. He wants to move, to do something, something that doesn’t involve giving into the urge of rolling over and taking Hajime’s hand, doesn’t involve resting his head on Hajime’s belly and letting himself be gently moved with each inhale, each exhale. The kicker is that that he always wants these things, even when it’s not quite as comfortable as this. (Tooru is so in love.)

“the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle” by kittebasu (66.3k) - Tooru’s girlfriend breaks up with him and Iwaizumi (playing on the national team!) reenters his life. Homophobia is a big one here. I’d call this one a classic, it’s just so good.

[...] Tooru can hear a buzzing in his ears, louder than summer cicadas, and louder than the ocean, when he is unable to tear his eyes away. Hajime turns around, light catching wherever ocean water sits atop the golden brown of his skin, and his smile is easy and carefree, like the Iwa-chan Tooru recalls from middle school summer vacations, back when they were still young enough that being outside with no obligations was the best thing in the world. It's the Iwa-chan Tooru had been miserable without, and Tooru is so--

“the luck of the universe” by themorninglark (1.5k) - Hajime gets Oikawa and himself omikuji before they seperate for university. I love the characterizations in this!

"Do you feel lucky, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa whispers. Ahead of them, a bell tolls. Hands clap together in prayer. Iwaizumi doesn't turn around. "I know I am," he says.

“What He Knows” by hiuythn (1.1k) - Tooru knows Hajime will find out eventually. A little sad, very sweet. Iwa-chan indulging Oikawa’s whims (I love).

“And here I thought you’d agree with me. Aren’t they just sea aliens, if you think about it?” Iwaizumi turns his head and smiles, just a tiny curve of his lips. Oikawa scoffs to cover up the way the warm, happy thing in his sternum that lights up because of that smile. “Don’t distract me with my love for space, Iwa-chan. Atlantis is real.” “I never said it wasn’t,” Iwaizumi holds up his hands, completely relaxed, amusement just rolling off him in waves. Oikawa loves when he gets like this, likes it just a bit too much.

Not exactly canon compliant

“have mercy on me” by hiuythn (10.5k) - Hajime gets the Hanahaki disease, flowers growing in his lungs, caused by (not actually) unrequited love. This has some of my favorite IwaOi (fanfic) moments, especially those showing Oikawa’s softer side.

“If something like that happens to you, you’ll let me know first, right? That you like someone enough to grow flowers in your heart?” There’s a curious sort of tone in Oikawa’s voice. Hajime snorts, not bothering to answer and Oikawa huffs but drops it.

“Mind Reader” by jopling (40.8k) - After being hit in the head by a volleyball, Iwaizumi can read minds and picks up on Oikawa’s warm fuzzy feelings towards him. I enjoyed this mainly because of the vision for their university life (living together, different universities, rivalry...) and the healthy dose of volleyball. Very nsfw.

Iwaizumi moves and rests his head on Oikawa's shoulder, closing his eyes as he takes in deep breaths to calm his mind. [...] He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he tries to think of what Oikawa’s thinking about, but it doesn’t seem like something he can will on his own, so nothing comes up. So he just asks anyway. "What are you thinking about?" Iwaizumi asks, and he realizes he'd bone-tired and sleepy because it comes out softer than he had intended. There's a small pause and he can feel Oikawa swallow. He sees his fist clench tighter on his lap before he answers, "Um. Milk bread."

“put a light on” by seabear (6.6k) - Tooru is confronted with university choices and a rather huge crush on his best friend.

Tooru’s thumbs fly against the tiny keypad. i love him i love him goddammit i love him what the HELL “Hey,” Iwa-chan’s there suddenly, his face so close. Eyes flickering down. “Who do you love?”

“to shore” by perbe (5.6k) - Iwa-chan disappears in the summer before college and leaves puzzle pieces behind  for Oikawa to put together. Lovely, atmospheric writing. Great Oikawa characterization.

Though you are surrounded by thick grass in the middle of May, you forget how to feel warmth. “Why are you so worried?” You expect him to think about it, but his answer is immediate. You wonder if he’s been waiting for this question, and if this is the answer he prepared. “Just a general feeling that things are changing too fast.” You can’t stand it, so you say, “I can give you a constant.”

AUs

“dyspnea/arrhythmia” by carafin (10.8k) - Junior doctor Iwaizumi’s mentor is one Oikawa Tooru.

Oikawa winks, honest-to-god winks at Iwaizumi. ‘It’s just me. I’m irresistible.’ Iwaizumi stares at him, rendered momentarily speechless. For someone whose bedside manners are impeccable, Oikawa seems to have absolutely no working knowledge of workplace appropriate behaviour. ‘I was kidding, don’t look at me like that,’ Oikawa says, and laughs. ‘It just comes with practice.’ ‘Right,’ Iwaizumi says, a little doubtfully, but he does a poor job at hiding his smile.

“Everything You Fear to Lose” by SuggestiveScribe (series, 26.1k) - Star Wars AU. Oikawa is a sith, Iwaizumi is a jedi - an absolute must. Epic, very angsty and emotional.

Tooru's legs were carrying him in long strides next to Master Takeda, gaze tipped slightly downward. "--we've been over this," Takeda went on. Hajime was keeping his eyes forward, lips pursed into a straight line. Tooru's attempts were all in vain, and Hajime was very well aware of it. "Just let me go with him," Tooru said, pressing his hand to his chest. "I can--" Master Takeda shook his head, "Listen, I understand you and Hajime have forged a..." Takeda's eyes slipped off to the side as they walked, considering. "A very strong bond," he eventually finished.

“In Defense of Reptiles (and Other Gross Things)” by rikke (9.3k) - Harry Potter AU. Oikawa is Hogwarts’ champion in the Triwizard Tournament.

Because for all that the school has joked about it since the lake incident, Iwaizumi never considered it a possibility—a real, actual possibility—and then he remembers the way Oikawa’s knuckles were white clutched around his shoulders in the lake, and the expression on his face after Iwaizumi saw him with Ushijima, and oh. Oh.

“In the Subtleties of Certain Colors“ by plumtrees (7.3k) - Oikawa is a painter in love with Dancer!Iwa-chan. The description of the painting and dancing scenes is just so good... ugh.

It always feels so intimate, painting Iwaizumi like this, like he’s bringing the image to life from a few specks of graphite and pigment on paper to the Iwaizumi Hajime that breathes and exudes life through everything he does, from his passion for dance to the way he so earnestly cares for people. I love you he whispers as he crafts the pale imitation, like it will possibly give him the strength to say those exact words to the real thing.

“midnight boy/sunset town” by carafin (10.1k) - Hajime’s new roommate doesn’t sleep.

5 Reasons Why Iwaizumi Hajime's Flatmate Is A Complete Weirdo (An Incomplete List) 1. He's obsessed with that stupid bucket list of his. 2. He's the proud owner of seven truly ugly, criminally hideous movie posters with aliens on them, which he insists on pasting all over the damn living room. 3. He's always stealing Hajime's sweatshirts. 4. Sometimes, he wakes Hajime up for breakfast. At 5AM. On Saturday mornings. 5. He literally never, ever sleeps

“Puzzleball” by carriecmoney (10.6k) - A:TLA AU. Oikawa is a rich kid in Ba Sing Se, Iwaizumi is a Dai Li Agent watching his family. Follows them falling in love with each other and a better life for themselves, very well written and romantic.

Iwaizumi stills, pastry hanging from his mouth and hand on the gate latch, watching Tooru twirl and laugh, head thrown back, fur collar brushing his cheeks. Melting flakes stick to his hair, disappearing into rain like those that hit the too-warm earth; he is both eight and eighteen, a small child’s heart caged by a head too adult for his own good. Iwaizumi’s thoughts are stuck like his tongue to frozen metal.

“you’ll never wait so long” by newamsterdam (13.7k) - Doctor Iwaizumi’s husband Oikawa is a lawyer with troubles he has to keep secret. Married IwaOi, such.. perfection.

Oikawa growls, low in his throat. He grabs Iwaizumi by the collar of his shirt, moving so quickly that Iwaizumi barely realizes he’s moving until Oikawa has him backed up against the wall opposite the sink. Oikawa spends so much time singing odes to Iwaizumi’s physique that it’s sometimes easy to forget how strong Oikawa is, himself. The kiss is powerful and biting. Oikawa shoves Iwaizumi roughly into the wall, attacking his lips with tongue and teeth. Iwaizumi knows every way that Oikawa can kiss him, but this one hasn’t made an appearance in a while.

IwaOi + (polyamory)

“adolescence and all its glory” by pageleaf (20k) - UshiIwaOi. Iwa-chan meets Ushiwaka in his anatomy class and tells Oikawa about it. Falling in love happens.

“Get coffee with me.” Ushijima says. It’s almost a request. He’s still sitting down, so he has to look up at Iwaizumi. Wait. What? “What?” Iwaizumi says, like a broken record. “Coffee,” Ushijima says slowly. Like it’s a perfectly reasonably request, and Iwaizumi is just being dense. Iwaizumi shakes his head. “No.”

“Caravan” by carriecmoney (162.1k)  - DaiIwaOi. A:TLA AU, Sequel to “Puzzleball”. Daichi joins Oikawa, Iwaizumi and the rest of the trade envoy on their way to the Northern Water Tribe, makes some (boy)friends along the way. Don’t forget to take a look at “Minivan”, a sexy/fluffy “behind the scenes” IwaOi Drabble Collection.

“Scared?” Daichi blinked over at Hajime, his arms crossed and dimple deep. Daichi rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t even.” He cuffed Hajime’s shoulder. “You won’t hurt me.” Hajime chuckled. “And I guess after the day you’ve had, you’re used to humiliation.” Daichi gasped, and Hajime threw back his head with his laugh. He had put his undershirt back on when the sun got below the mountain peaks, but his arms were still on display, a source of Ryuu’s envy and Tooru’s distraction since their first drills back inside the wall. He beamed at Daichi, teeth flashing in the dusk glow and firebender torchlight. “I think it’s time to give them what they came for, eh, boss?” “Go suck a rock,” Daichi said with a smile and a flip of the back of his hand. Hajime thumbed his nose as they parted to square off a decent distance from each other. “Everybody ready up there?” Daichi called in his field voice, not taking his eyes off Hajime.

(“Subject A, Subject B” by diamond_skeleton (8.5k) - KurooIwaOi. Kuroo’s a sports medicine student and IwaOi are his test subjects and then... well, you know. not online anymore)

Sexy stuff

“Kissmarked” by Moami (6.2k) - Oikawa gives Iwa-chan hickeys.

“Look” (3.8k) and “Until It Breaks” (2.6k) by SuggestiveScribe - just read them, both are really hot.

“these arms are yearning” by littlelionvanz (6.1k) -  Transgirl!Oikawa’s first time with Iwa-chan. The best trans!IwaOi I’ve read so far (my opinion as a cisperson).

“Tub” by leurauxe (3.8k) - More married IwaOi (yay!), Super Spy Husband!AU.

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Part Of Your World

Parts: one | two | three | four | end 

Group: BTS

Pairing: J HOPE X READER

Requested: Anonymous said:  omg I love your writing!!! Can I request a j hope au where he is a merman and he tries to get you to go and live in the sea with him thanks

Excerpt:  ‘never trust a mermaid because they could be a siren in disguise’

Genre: fantasy, mermaid au

Length: 1.5k

A/N: there will be a part two.. and a three and a four and a five.

“Never trust a mermaid,” your large eyes turned to your mother, “they could be a siren just waiting to lure you to your death.”

The slow sound of waves crashing on the shore brought these words to your mind as you looked out to the horizon. You had always been drawn to the ocean; from a young child, those words had been repeated to you daily as you often swam off chasing mermaids. Your poor mother tried to interest you in mundane activities, building intricate sandcastles or running around the shore to collect shells. But nothing was as interesting, as enrapturing as chasing mermaids; wading into the water as you stuck your head under and opened your eyes even with the sharp burn stinging sensation enhancing the wide grin on your face.

These days you were less inclined to run all over the beach shouting for a mermaid. You let a heavy sigh before you pushed yourself off the porch, picking up the black bin bag and beginning your usual routine of picking up broken beer bottle and plastic bags. There was so much rubbish flying around the beach and these days you found the only thing you were running around the beach was to clean it.

Choosing to be a marine biologist hadn’t been a choice, more like a duty. You were increasingly concerned about the wildlife on your beach, turtles turning up dead with their heads sealed in plastic wrapping.

Usually, you would wear headphones, the heavy bass of a song making what you were doing less upsetting and making it more a job, a duty to the beach you had grown up on.

But this morning your headphones were so hopelessly tangled you had decided to go without and enjoy the water rippling against the shore, seagulls screeching in the distance before there was silence. Then you heard it, a voice drifting in the morning mist singing a haunting tune. You dropped the half-empty beer bottle into the bag as your body froze, vision blurring slightly as your eyes began to blur with tears. Slowly the lyrics began to find their way into your ears, words that spoke to your love of the beach, of the sea, of nature.

You began to walk towards the sea, your body was numb and you were out of control with each thud of your bare feet hitting the sand. It was only the sharp pain of glass as it entered you in the foot that awoke you from the daze, pain making your thoughts come rushing back. You looked around, confused and intrigued as you stared off into the distance, the sudden silence being broken by a splash on the horizon.

At first, the water had chilled your skin, you felt as though it were hostile towards you. But as you kicked away from the beach, bright yellow fish swam around you, the pastel colours of coral looked healthy as the only thing you could hear was your slightly laboured breathing through your snorkel. The water was crystal clear to your delight, as you watched the silver bellies of minnows flashing as they moved within their shoal. The grin on your mouth widened as bubbles escaped your mouth in a laugh; it was so refreshing to remind yourself that not all was lost until a glint caught your eye.

You took a huge gulp of air, before releasing it all and diving down hands brushing slightly against the coral as you went to yank the glass free but as a piece of coral seemed dangerously close to breaking off, a hand snaked around your ankle. A cold, almost slimy hand that was pulling you up so fast that your head felt light; all oxygen having left your lungs until you resurfaced, yanking off your mask to gulp in large gulps of air.

Your head whipped around, looking for whatever had touched you. As it was not a fish or a turtle brushing past you but a human hand; you were sure of it. But it was hard to not think about your childish self, chanting about mermaids as you ran around and yet it seemed the only current possibility.

These mysterious incidences that all pointed towards mermaids continued to stack up from you finding scaled lodged on a rock too large for a fish. Until it all came to a head on the day you were lifeguarding for a friend, the beach was bustling as you sat in the chair trying to turn a blind eye to the littering as you watched the shore for any possible problems.

That’s when you saw it, someone floundering in the distance one of the deepest places where the coral just dropped away; you blinked hard and leapt up. The run across the beach was quick before you leapt into the water, your arms and legs working as hard as they could to reach the person in time.

The splashing was obviously weaker than before as you wrapped your arms around his torso pulling him up as you managed to turn the boy around, wet blonde hair covered his forehead and his lips were tinged blue. You wrapped your arms around his back, before squeezing him forward to rid his lungs of any ingested water. As you bent your ear to his mouth to see if he was still breathing, your legs began to cramp, unable to continue treading water to keep the two of you up.

Suddenly, there was a nip at your ear and you jolted back, dropping the boy’s body. But he was afloat, his body snapping straight up as he looked you dead in the eye as infectious laughter erupted from his mouth, “You’re prettier up close!”

You desperately tried to figure out what was happening until something seaweed-like brushed against your leg, you looked him in the eyes as he sent you another grin before it happened again. This time you looked down and let out a gasp as your legs stopped treading water completely as you went into shock and a bad case of cramp, leading to you sinking like a rock meaning you saw his tail even better.

He had a tail, a fish tail. A beautiful green scaled tail that swished from side to side as he stayed afloat, you let out a gasp as all the air left your lungs and watched him dive down with a flick of his tail as his arms now looped under your arms as he pulled you back to the surface, pulling you over his shoulder as he patted your back, causing you to splutter water over his shoulder.

“I’m Jung Hoseok by the way,” he seemed to be finding the entire situation hysterical

“You’re a merman?” you’re vision was blurry with sea salt and you let your muscles relax as you held onto his shoulders, gripping at the lean muscle as you tried to understand what was happening.

The following day started as usual, with the crash of waves but this morning you leapt out of bed. You frantically pulled on a jumper and a pair of shorts before grabbing a can of tuna from the cupboard and running out with a jump in your step that hasn’t been there since it had been declared it was illegal to bring dogs to your local beaches.

You ran to the rock pools, opening the tin of tuna you left it next to you and began to run your hand through the water. You stroked the backs of small crabs and dug your fingers into the sand bringing it to your face as you looked at the small pink shells in your hand.

But as you leant backwards to stretch your back, hearing a satisfying click you felt two hands grab your shoulders as you were pulled off the ledge and into the sea. Hoseok’s laughter filled your ears and you whipped around as fast as you could to meet his eyes as you glared. He was now sitting on the rock, hands digging into the tuna as he smiled down at you, hair matted and in your face grasping onto a rock so you were no longer being dragged own.

“Y/N, thanks for the meal!” he grinned before giving you a hand to help pull you back onto the rock, watching as you began to shiver in the early morning wind, he placed an arm over your shoulder bringing you into his chest and planting a kiss on your wet hair.

And your mother’s words echoed in your head ‘never trust a mermaid because they could be a siren in disguise’. They will sing you a lullaby of salt, that calls your every fibre to go to the sea and you won’t be able to fight because sirens are like the sea’s angels or worse, its demons.

NEXT PART >>

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The Nail: June 2017

The Nail isn't about perfection. It isn't about award-level contenders. It's about seeing focus and effort and hard work radiate off of the screen. 

The Nail's purpose isn't to highlight genres of fics or specific ships written during a certain time frame - the sole focus is quality.

Character dimension. Writing with clever readers in mind. Solid world-building. Tension through boundaries. Crazy crisp dialogue. Incredibly tight plotting. Big emotion.

And though yours truly - nice to meet you, new folks, I’m Nash! - is editor of the list, the goal is for YOU to curate the content. 

Read more about how all this came to be, find past editions, see what factors are considered when constructing the list, and learn how to get your recommendations in HERE.

Now - on to the stories!

For your reblogging convenience, here’s The Nail Master Post of Editions!

* ~ * ALL FROM THE WORLD OF "SUPERNATURAL" UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED * ~ *

Stand-a-lone stories with moderate-to-heavy sexual content will have 😳 beside them; series with such must have this either clearly noted in the overall info and/or clearly note it in the chapters/parts which contain such, so you'll need to check those on your own.

SPEED READS [from scene do-overs to gif-inspired one-shots to dripping drabbles, all less than 500 words]  

These won't be reviewed separately in Nash's usual three-point manner à la #Nash Gives [Feed]back due to their length, excepting those cases where the author pulled off a fleshed-out plot/character or had a unique take that was well-covered in the short amount of space. If there is no title provided by the author, Nash/the curator will pick one for them.

A HORRIFYING CONCEPT  - @ozonecologne

A visitor to the bunker offers Dean a chance for closure that empty bottles can't provide.

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MAKING IT WEIRD - @helvonasche

This is the tale of that time Cas discovered porn, and with your help, he’s actually going to get some answers this time around.

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12x21: A SCENE RE-WRITE - @prettymessedupsituation​

In script format, a better way of handling an incident that hit a sour note in the fandom is proposed that is logical, loving, and legitimately canon-worthy.

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HOW THAT 'DUE DATE' TALK SHOULD'VE GONE - @tippitv

Dean and Sam discuss what just might be panning out to be more pattern than coincidence... after twelve years.

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CLEAN-UP CREW - @senselesssamii

We all need help cleaning sometimes, that’s the simple truth. And some of us will need, shall we say, more specialized cleaners than others - get ready to giggle through the gross.

POEMS & POETICAL PROSE [mostly quick reads, these are actual poems of any structure/length, as well as short prose that sings like a songbird]

These also won't be reviewed separately in Nash's usual three-point manner à la #Nash Gives [Feed]back due to the typically short lengths & structure. An excerpted line is used in lieu of summary. If there is no title provided by the author, Nash/the curator will pick one for them.

WHAT IF - @saminzat

"Because once you’ve crossed the event horizon there is no going back."

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MAMA TRIED -  @ariannnawinchester

“Dean is the boy your Mama warns you about.”

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AN ANGEL'S PROMISE - @webcricket

"I promised you forever, and forever doesn’t end."

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THE VALIANT - @littlegreenplasticsoldier 

"A valiant brother took the weight, the fall; The valiant’s brother took a throne, and guilt.”

* Nominated by @butiaintgonnaloveem, who said: “A poem from Dean's point of view that made my heart ache for him, from the way the guilt settles deep within him and how he contemplates his situation."

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CASTIEL'S FALL - @vintagesam

"I fell at 60 miles per hour, on a back road in the middle of nowhere."

ON THE SHORT SIDE [500-ish to 1.5K]

STRATEGIC MOTHERING - @butiaintgonnaloveem    

A look at how Mary Winchester, in the words of the author, "deal[s] with trying to control her hunter’s instincts while living the civilian life", and the pros-and-cons that come along with them.

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BREATH(E) - @withthedemonblood    

A well-written, thoughtfully played-out vignette on brotherly bonds that captures both sides of a stressful situation.

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SO WHAT - YOU LIKE HIM BETTER, OR SOMETHING? - @atwistoffate

It's a simple question, and it should be a simple answer, but when dealing with the Winchesters - can it ever be?

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FOR CAS - @jhoomwrites / @casbakespie 

A stunning coda to the season twelve finale, looking into a focused, driven, yet serene Dean’s response after he rose from his knees.

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THE LITTLE THINGS - @melissaj616

A nice little piece showcasing Dean's observations of a hunter colleague who could be more, but there's no rush on either of their parts.

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GOOD BOYS - @defilerwyrm

A poignant look into an alternative history wherein John Winchester chooses to allow Dean and Sam to be adopted into a nurturing home, far from the supernatural - to say more would spoil, though rest assured: the ending will take your breath away.

MIDDLE-OF-THE-ROAD [around 1.5K - 2K]

SPRING BREAK - @winchester-family-business

Fun, witty, easy read of a story about that time the Winchesters showed up on the author's doorstep... and proceeded to drag her along for a helluva ride.

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SHOCK HORROR - @lipstickandwhiskey

After Dean is dealt a blow by a witch on a case, his closest friend offers support and stays by his side, carefully navigating over, around, and through the initial stages of shock.

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HALLOWEEN HIJINKS -  @roxy-davenport

This is a tale of what it's like for Crowley to date a younger [and in a centuries-year-old demon's case - *much* younger] woman, one who still gets excited for the supernatural crowd's least favorite holiday: Halloween.  

LONGER [2K to  3K-ish]

IMPERFECT - @zepppie

Lives weave together, then pull apart, happens every day - this is the story of a hunter looking back on the portion of her life spent with Dean, told with such fluidity your heart will be ached and be soothed, all at the same time.

DEEP DIVES [3K and beyond, including completed multi-parters with lengthy chapters]

😳  NOT EMPTY NOW - @sp-oops 

This is a heart-grabber, one that will make you think and laugh and sigh, the story of the evolving dynamic between a hunter and an archangel, featuring a pristinely characterized Gabriel from beginning to end - and it's a damn fine ending.  

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😳  5, 6, GRAB YOUR CRUCIFIX - @butiaintgonnaloveem

A story rife with sexual tension built around a bartender's most recent entanglement with Dean - now with his inner demon in full effect -  written with a slow build that doesn’t limit its evocative nature to just the bedroom.

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A HAUNTED LIFE  -  @idontneedasymbol

Deferring to the author's on-point, pitch-perfect summation: "Some hauntings require salt and fire. Others aren't that easy. Dean runs into someone he knows, and Sam tries to make things right."  What I call in my own works a "Behind-the-scenes canon compliant", this is a piece that fits that bill, as it rings absolutely true/plausible, and all characterizations feel real/accurate. 

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A LESSON IN INTERNATIONAL ETIQUETTE [Part Two] - @imagines-oneshots-blog

A certain Mr. Ketch may very well have met his match in an experienced, no-nonsense hunter who can go toe-to-toe with him, be it in attitude, in wit - or in killing.

SERIES SPOTLIGHT : SUPERNATURAL & SPN CROSS-OVERS [works that are ongoing series with at least 3 parts already published / completed series]

Due to time constraints, series are not read in full. They are given a cursory once-over for the quality basics, most importantly that the author has put maximum effort into world-building. 

The first chapter / first handful of chapters / first third of the first chapter - depending on length - are read to ensure there are no gross grammar / spelling errors, as well as ensuring the story's premise is made clear.

Thorough summations of the overall series, brief summaries of each individual chapter, and master indexes are highly preferred. Descriptors below are taken directly from the author/the story, edited only for length/clarity if needed. Same applies to series from other fandoms featured on the list.

THE PERFECT CRIME  - @mysaintsasinner

"Another storm is on the horizon, a war unlike any New York has seen before, and [Detective Sam Winchester] is about to find himself smack bang in the middle of it. Secrets will be revealed, bonds will be tested, and the perfect image Sam held of his parents will be distorted forever."

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HUNTERS ON THE HELLMOUTH - @whatdoyouthinkmyjobis

[Supernatural + Buffy the Vampire Slayer]

"After a last-minute rescue from the clutches of Lucifer lands them in Sunnydale, California, the Winchesters run into an unusual hunter."

* Nominated for inclusion by @impandagrl , who said: "This exceptionally-written crossover series manages to believably blend the worlds of two of my favorite series while somehow nailing each of the many characters and treating them with equal care. It always leaves me anxiously awaiting the next chapter and is packed with all the action, humor, snark, drama - and occasional smut - that fans of either series should expect." 

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CELEBRATE ME HOME - @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit       

"If you took a moment to ask her how long she’s been driving, she’d tell you she doesn’t know. Not because she doesn’t remember or because she doesn’t know where she started, but because after a while, all the roads just sort of blend together..."

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SONS OF LAWRENCE  -  @mrs-squirrel-chester

[Supernatural + Sons of Anarchy]

"The Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top."

RANDOM FANDOMS  [all types, all lengths, all the things that aren't SPN but are still pretty dang super]

5/4/17, 18:00  -  @buckykingofmemes [Mod: @hellenhighwater ]

[FANDOM: Marvel - Avengers]

In which Friday kindly provides the transcript of a conversation between Bucky and Steve, so that a question may be answered with accuracy.

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WHO'S STEVE? - @bjorkshirepudding

[FANDOM: Marvel - Thor I & II / Avengers + HIMYM]

Have you heard the one about Steve Rogers walking into MacLaren’s Pub and running into Jane Foster’s research assistant Darcy Lewis, who’s sitting in a booth with Barney Stinson and the rest of the “How I Met Your Mother” gang… including that gal who bears a striking resemblance to Maria Hill?

* Unfortunately, this author has left Tumblr as of June 16th & the links have been removed so as not to cause confusion, however you can still find their [extensive!] body of work HERE at AO3, should you desire. - Nash *

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BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH - @withstarryeyes

[FANDOM: Marvel - Avengers]

A short vignette taking a look at a moment in Bucky Barnes' life, how it feels for him to just be, to simply stand amongst the living.  

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THE PART THAT COUNTS  (in-progress series, parts 1 -5 reviewed as of this writing) - @youre-on-a-starship

[FANDOM: Star Trek (current cinematic)]

"Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years."

ORIGINAL WORK [anything from haiku to novella]

HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE MONSTERS - @rainygalaxynerd

A short pop of a gut punch to the senses, wherein the author drops you into the middle of a conversation - a situation - with no real bearings of which way is up, no way of knowing whose side we should be on, and then starts dropping revelations as fast as you can pick them up. It is bare, it is dark, it is gritty, it is unapologetic, it is chilling, and it reads like a scene straight out of a Scorsese flick.  

Happy reading & see you in July!

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Pressing All The Right Buttons

Member: YanAn || Pentagon

Genre: Smut, Romance, dom!YanAn, Strip Tease, Voyeurism

Short Summary: Being late from work, she came back to her jealous boyfriend that was having none of her excuses.

A/N: I FEEL BAD FOR WRITING THIS, OKAY?! I’M SORRY TT.TT

Words: 1.5k

It was another tough day at work for her; the director was making her work an extra three hours on top of her normal time. It was that time of the month; the deadlines were approaching quickly and her branch had yet to finish half of all of their projects that they started months ago. If they dared not finish what they took upon themselves, the director would fire all of them without a second thought.

Deep inside her pocket, the phone rang again, restless with missed calls and yet unread messages that went on deaf ears of the woman who was straining herself to keep conscious while drinking a cup of coffee whose count was long lost.

She had completely forgotten the romantic in-house date that she had planned to have with her dear boyfriend YanAn.

“Ah… Shit.” She cursed quietly when she made another typo. Drumming her nails on the hard desk in the office, she had finally decided to take a much-needed break and freshen herself up before collecting her things and walking out of the damned office. “I wonder how much longer it will take me to collapse if they continue to work me like a fucking horse.” She grumbled unhappily as she got into a lone taxi; she was lucky for such a miracle to happen.

Getting out her phone to check the time her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets, and the realization that she had fucked up major case had downed over her head and shoulders. She will be dead when she gets back home.

“Um, mister, could you please hurry up?” she nervously asked of the elder man that was driving, and with an unnoticeable nod of his head, the elder pressed the gas pedal, hurrying the woman home.

With twenty missed calls and even more unread messages, she did not even dare to read any of them, or call YanAn at this point, either.

She was a goner.

Pitiful excuses spun in her head the closer she got to their house, and she realised that none of them were going to work on the probably enraged man. Well, at least she had some little possibility of him being in a super duper good mood, which would make him less annoyed at her always being late. Ha. Yes, she was hoping on that smallest possibility.

Just as she wanted to bring her knuckle onto the wooden door it was ripped open from under her hand and she was pulled into the house with a force strong enough to knock a man down if sent to his face. “Where the fuck were you?” YanAn’s voice growled as he pinned her to the door, his black and white shit unbuttoned half-way, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the black dress pants were missing a belt.

“I was worki---“

“That’s a shitty excuse.” He quickly shut her up with his own overwhelming voice. “I’m asking this again, and the excuse this time better be a better one.” His voice lowered to a deep timbre, and she shivered from his dominance. “Where. Were. You?” he left a pause between each other, obviously trying to control his rage and worry at the same time.

“I’m serious, YanAn---“ she heaved a deep breath before his hand slammed over her lips, not allowing her to speak. And though he was evidently angry at her, his grip on her face was as gentle as ever.

“Shut it.” He quickly commanded and his hand gripped her breast, squeezing it and then pinching the nipple. “Are you sure you didn’t mean to tell me that you were with that disgusting director of yours? Huh?” he sighed tiredly, his eyes directed at her breasts that were bouncing at the flick of his wrist.

Having her mouth shut because of his large hand, she could only tremble with satisfaction under him, like an obedient dog. Lightly, however, she did shake her head for a no.

“So you weren’t.” he interpreted. “That’s fine, since even if you were, I’ll be the one to satisfy you the best, anyway, right?” he questioned with eyes wide open as he stared her down, a small smirk splashing colour onto his handsome face. “Let’s go, then.”

His hand fell from her face and the other one that was fiddling with her breasts now fell to her wrist, grabbing it and dragging her behind himself, into a well-known direction of their bedroom.

“YanAn, I swear that there’s nothing between him and I. Why don’t you believe me?!” she felt frustrated with the man, it was a constant struggle to ease off his jealousy, and in complete honesty, she was getting sick and tired of his bouts.

“Of course I believe you, but the fact that as of now, you actually spend more time with him than with me is really pissing me off.” He grunted and pushed her inside the bedroom, making her stumble and stop just in front of their bed. “Now strip.” He instructed her curtly, sitting down into the leather couch in the corner of the room. “What’re you waiting for?” his brow arched up as she stood frozen in the middle of the room.

She thought for a while longer until a shy smile graced her flushed with heat features. “That’s going to be my way of saying `Sorry` for being so late.” With that, her hands started moving up and down her torso sensually, making sure to establish a solid eye-contact with the man that was observing her with eagle eyes; every move she made, be it small and unnoticeable or a complete opposite, his eyes were there, giving her his full attention.

Soon enough, her clothes came off and now she stood in nothing more but her lingerie. “Well… Are you taking it off?” he asked her calmly, his ankle on top of his knee, forming a small triangle through which she saw a tent in his black dress pants.

“I’ll do it.” She answered with a heavy voice, feeling her blush going down to her neck and chest.

God, she was so embarrassed.

Bending over with her ass in his direction, she mover her lingerie away from her dripping wet pussy and inserted a digit into it, getting it in as far as she could and slowly taking it out with a loud, purposeful moan.

She heard him shift in the leather couch and though embarrassed, she managed a small smile upon his reaction. Getting the finger out of herself she got rid of the underwear completely, abandoning the thin piece of clothing in her stead as she walked to their bed.

Now that she had a clear view of YanAn’s face she sent him a gaze full of lust before inserting two digits into herself and starting to pump them.

Having her eyes off from the man, she didn’t notice him approaching and therefore when two hands grabbed her wrists, she jumped from surprise. “Now, tell me this… Did I let you pleasure yourself?” his voice was calm, but his tone was deep, signifying his obvious need of her.

“No.” she answered breathlessly, staring into his deep eyes as she was gripping at his shoulders. “I’m sorry, YanAn, honey, but---“

“Oh, let me guess. You need me inside of you?” his tone of voice was that of mockery, but she knew that if she pushed further, she would get him to succumb quickly.

“I beg of you, YanAn… Please, I need your cock inside of me; to feel you throb inside of me; to fuck me so bad I won’t be able to walk after I wake up. Please, fuck me.” She begged him with no embarrassment whatsoever, and never did her eyes leave the man’s narrowed ones.

His tongue clicked at the top of his mouth and he chuckled lightly. “You just know what gets me worked up, don’t you, Dollface?” he grunted deeply into her ear, biting at the joint of her neck and shoulder, making her moan with that action alone.

“Please show me how worked up you are.” She continued to beg, sliding her hand to his clothed member, rubbing the hard outline in his pants. “Put that cock inside of my tight pussy and fuck me.”

His smirk split his face as he undid the buttons of his pants, getting rid of the cloth in record time of a couple of seconds. The belt that was missing from the before mentioned piece of clothing suddenly appeared in his hands as he tied her own on the bed post, cutting off her means of mobilisation. “You bought this upon yourself, Doll.” He growled as his throbbing dick entered her wet core with a sound so pleasant to their ears that it nearly sent the two of them over the edge just like that.