#just saw a shared room go for $1300

[mio-actuallywrites]

The World You Once Loved Pt 4!

4/12-ish?

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1300+ words

What Sorta adventures will you go on now, Prefect?

A/N AT BOTTOM!!

not proofread, will most likely come back tomorrow morning and add some small parts/edits.

As soon as you entered the kitchen 10 pairs of eyes of familiar were on you as you soon almost got tackled to the floor. 

“I’ll just… leave the house I guess…” Oboko mumbled as she grabbed her coat and left, but you could care less. 

“Prefect!” Was all that you could hear before you interrupted them, curious why… or how they came. 

“Hey guys, it’s nice to see you but… why or how did you come here?” Suddenly it was all silent. 

“… WAKASAMA WOULD BE PROUD OF YOUR GROWTH!” Sebek suddenly yelled… probably to avoid the question. 

“But seriously… how?”

“It was Ace.” Was all that Epel said before all eyes suddenly moved to him. 

“Well… Uh… so…” Ace froze up before slowly continuing, “I sorta said Tokyo Japan… because.. I just wanted to see what happened?!” 

“Are you telling me it took almost a goddamn year for Crowley to find me away home but it took 2 FUCKING MINUTES?!” After your sudden outburst you saw a moving bag on the counter… and something black and furry was coming out… wait was that GRIM?

“MWAHHH HENCHMAN I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!” Grim suddenly launched himself at you as you felt him hug you close. 

“Grim… “ you mumbled, suddenly feeling bad for your outburst, perhaps hugging Grim calmed you down, after not feeling or seeing him for a while and finally being able to was really comforting.

“So what are you guys gonna do now?” 

“Can’t we join your house until we find a way back?” Grim replied. 

“Uh first off all, I have 2 roommates, second of all therel is barely enough room for us 3. Third off all it was your guys fault you came here.” You finished, crossing your arms.

“But don’t you have a Ramshackle-like place here??” You heard someone ask, but you didn’t play any mind to it. 

“I mean…” you responded thinking of an idea. 

“HUMAN YOU MUST TELL US NOW!” Sebek quickly responded. 

I mean, you might have had enough money to rent a small home, for the most a month. After all those hours being a barista you must have gained enough money, for plus the dorm you live in is paid for by the school, so your able to right?

“Uh… have you guys ever heard of Air bnbs?”

Let’s just say at around 3 AM, a group of teens? Young adults walked into a hotel, because you couldn’t book a air bnb for the next day, so here you were using (wasting) all YOUR money on them. Hmm maybe Crowley was smart bribing you maybe you could use those tricks and use them against certain someone’s. 

Anyways after checking in to the hotel and minus 11,364.38 yen, you finally had got a rest for the night. 

You might be questioning why did it take 3 hours

To find a hotel? Well, you had to drive 3 fucking hours to figure out where to stay, and you had to buy them food. So, while they ate all happily, (minus grim as he was forced into a bag while you all ate) you were over there moping about all of your savings being used on something like this. 

Back to the hotel, you shared a room with Sebek while Ace and Deuce shared a room, and Epel and Jack shared one. Grim, he was also with you but somehow he gave you his spot on the bed, but forced Sebek on the couch. (What did you expect?)

After arriving to your hotel room you couldn’t bother to do anything else to sleep, you were already tired at this point so you basically fainted when you hit the bed. However, the thoughts still haunted your brain on how they came here. 

Sebek,  still most likely pissed for getting the couch himself, was fumbling with the TV remote, trying to figure out how to work it, and what it does. 

Grim, who knows what he was doing, you couldn’t bother by how tired you were. 

However next door, you could hear the murmur of Ace and Deuce, sharing stories from their exploration of Tokyo, and what they noticed on the way to your home. They promised you to tell you tomorrow, however you were nervous to hear what chaos they were up to. the laughter from the 2 close friends echoed faintly through the thin hotel walls, while Sebek was still trying to figure out how the TV works.

As you lay there, thoughts swirled in your mind questions about how or why they came. Now you couldn’t care about all that money you spent. You cared about how they came/why they did. While it took Crowley 8 months to figure it out. 

The thoughts of your brain slowly died away as you let sleep take over you. 

Just as quick as you fell asleep, you were suddenly awakened again, you grabbed the phone next to you which read the time of 9:32 AM. 

You sighed as you looked over to see Sebek sleeping on the couch with Grim under the covers of the bed, curled up in a ball. (Which he would never admit to doing however.) 

With a stretch and a yawn, you reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom, got changed and did whatever you did in the mornings. 

After getting ready, you woke up Sebek and Grim, after they both got up, you went to Ace and Deuces room and knocked, after a few knocks and calling their names, Deuce opened the door, looking all ready, while you saw Ace in the background still getting ready. 

“Let’s meet at my room at 10:45? Okay?” You asked, still having to get over to Epels and Jacks room. 

“Yea that’s fine.” Deuce responded. You nodded and went off to find Epel and Jack. 

However once you got to their door, you saw Jack open it. 

“So we meet at your room at 10:45?” He said awaiting your response. 

“Yea… but what… how did you know..?”

“I guess it’s just my wolf senses…” after hearing that response you sighed… perhaps sooner or later you will have to explain to him not saying that in public… due to a certain *thing* called furries. 

After returning into your room and awaiting the others, you thought about what would happen today. 

You were sure that today would be hectic, but you were kinda excited. To be able to spend the day with your old best friends?! And this time at your world?! You couldn’t ask anything better! Hopefully though, no chaos ensures. (However you were sure it would happen… due to the nature of your friends.)

So as you await for the others… you couldn’t help but think how the others back at Twisted Wonderland are handling

right now, if you were correct it was…. 20 hours here so 10 hours back at Twisted wonderland, would they notice the group went missing…?

“Hey Sebek what was the time when you guys came back at TWST?”

“8:15 AM!”

…..

“What do you mean you can’t find Ace or Deuce?!” A certain red head almost yelled… this was the ?? Time they snuck out or don’t come back to the dorm this WHOLE school year. (Keep in mind it was the first semester.)

“It is off with their heads when they come back! And they even bother to skip classes!?”

The red head looked back at the light gray octopus. 

“Well maybe if you could make a deal with me I’d actually help more.”

“What do you say Riddle?” 

A pair of twins followed behind them, talking amongst themselves also wondering what could of happened. 

As the front Twokept talking? Arguing about the missing 2nd years, and figuring out what the hell happened to them. 

Soon they entered the mirror room (forgot what it’s called lmao) and where right in front of the mirror, still trying to figure out what happened before they suddenly were in a different place. 

A dark entity watches from behind… smirking in amusement

“I can’t believe my plan is finally working… after waiting so long… I’ll finally be able to….”

They kept mumbling to themselves, smiling happily as they spun around casting spells all over the place, with a huge smirk placed on their face.

Hey guys! I’m so sorry a month has went by with no update I think I hit writers block! Anyway happy thanksgiving!! I hope you all have had a nice week! Also feel free to send in requests just no NSWF!!

(I really should make my rules lmao)

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[ikeromantic]

Hello. I really enjoyed your fanfic with the ikeprinces adopting kids and your cheva route rewrites. You write the characters so well I feel like I was reading actual cybird-released stories. Thanks for sharing your amazing work. I saw that your asks is open so I thought I’d give it a try. :) We know from previous stories that Clavis sends assassins after Chev and on Chev’s birthday, Clavis himself visits. I don’t know if you’ve read Clavis’s romantic route yet but I’ve been wondering since then… what if Clavis actually succeeds? How would Clavis feel about that? What would be a world without Chevalier be like? Thanks in advance and keep up the great work!

This was a little melancholy to write. Approx. 1300 words of a world without Chev.

Clavis sat in the faction office, staring at the stacks of folders on the desk. Reports from the border, intelligence from spies, letters from merchants, and contracts made up the bulk, along with petitions and revisions to law. Sariel would no doubt bring another round by this afternoon.

The work of a prince was never-ending. All the more so when - 

“There you are.” Nokto stepped into the room, his usual insouciant smile on his face though there was a wariness in his posture.

“Yes, here I am and there you are. The sky is blue and why are we stating the obvious today?” His smile was sharper, thinner than it had been. Everything about him felt that way, though he tried not to show it. 

Nokto scowled. “I was looking for you. One of my lovely ladies had some information on shipments into Obsidian.”

Clavis held onto his smile, though he felt like cursing. “Set it in the pile there. That one is for reports on Obsidian.” He would have to read it and try his best to correlate it with all the other odds and ends he had. Try to put together an idea of what their belligerent neighbor was up to now. 

“Sure.” Nokto’s gaze narrowed. “I also have a question.”

“And I have an answer. No.” Clavis did not need to be a mind reader to know what Nokto’s question was. Licht had disappeared in the unrest following . . . following the death of Chevalier. Privately, Clavis was certain he was dead. It was no secret how he threw himself into danger with no worry for his own life. 

Nokto’s frown deepened. “You didn’t even let me tell you what I want to know.”

“Alright. But if you ask and it’s the same thing you always ask, I am going to pick a random vial from my belt and throw it at you.”

His brother paled, but he nodded. “Fine. I wanted to know if you heard anything about . . . Emma.”

It was Clavis’ turn to blanch. “No,” he said, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, forcing a smile back onto his lips. “Now if that was all?”

“Of course. I’ll let you get back to it.” Nokto left, his footsteps echoing. 

Emma. Another likely casualty. Clavis stood and left the room, his head pounding. He didn’t have Chev’s love of reading, nor his ability to remember everything he read. What had come easy to the second born prince came hard to his younger brother. 

Cyran fell into step behind him, a necessary shadow. Even the palace was not completely safe these days. 

Clavis wandered the palace with no real destination in mind. His feet lead him slowly toward the royal crypt. He didn’t want to go there, but it was like a tidal pull. Gentle but inexorable. 

There were flowers on Jin’s grave but the tomb beside his was barren. No wonder, as it belonged to the first prince’s murder, Luke. An unexpected betrayal, that. Though, perhaps . . . Clavis’ eyes wandered to the next tomb. Chevalier. He might have suspected their youngest brother. 

Clavis stared hard at the tomb, the letters of his brother’s name etched deeply into the marble. An angel sat atop the stone, weeping. Had anyone else cried for Chevalier? The Brutal Beast . . . but who was more brutal, truly?

“I didn’t think I would find you here.” Leon raised an eyebrow. 

“I was just taking a break. A walk.” Clavis could not help the slight bitterness in his voice. 

Leon nodded in understanding. He held a fresh bouquet of white roses. He set them on Chev’s tomb. “I miss him, you know? Even though we didn’t always agree on things. He was my brother.”

“Mine too.” Guilt squeezed at his heart. Clavis ignored it. 

“I was thinking we might organize another search. For Licht. And Emma.” He phrased it less as a question than a statement.

Clavis shrugged. “We could, if there is new information on where to look. The rebels might have either or both of them. Or Obsidian.”

“We would have heard something from Gilbert if that was the case.”

“Likely.” He sighed. His rebel informants were dead or on the run. If the prince or Belle were captives in Rhodolite, he had no way to know. It was funny how an appetite for change became a hunger for violence when the opportunity arose, only to turn to cowardice at the first taste of consequence. 

Leon studied him as if trying to parse the bland smile Clavis wore. He took a long, slow breath, exhaling before he said, “It wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?”

Clavis wanted to laugh. For the hundredth time he considered confessing. 

“You couldn’t have known the assassins would strike when they did. Or that Chevalier would fall to them.” Leon gave him a sad half-smile. “None of us did. I know I thought Chev would always be here. I couldn’t imagine -”

“Fun as this conversation is, I have to get back to work. Toodaloo.” Clavis turned on his heel and waved. He felt as if his chest was being squeezed in a tight fist. The pressure was so great that he could not breathe. Had Leon stopped him right then, he would have blabbed the whole thing.

The assassins were his. Oh, not directly of course. But he’d ensured the funding and encouraged the discontent. Made certain of the opportunity. And why not? The Beast sacrificed lives to see his goals through. His life could be ended for the same. Yet when it happened . . . nothing came together as planned.

The discontent nobles attacked the palace, but the commoners attacked the nobles. Angry at low wages and bad treatment, they looted and stole what they could. Luke took advantage of the chaos to get revenge on Jin. And then welcomed his Obsidian friends across the border.

It was only luck that the nobles besieging the palace were more frightened of becoming Obsidianite slaves than they were angry at the royal family. Leon managed to quell their protest and lead them into battle at the border. Victory came at a steep price though. 

Decimated and weary, the nobles and the princes fell into an uneasy peace. The commoners were not so easily subdued. They continued to raid and burn, arriving out of nowhere and fading once the violence was done. Licht went to fight them, telling no one of his plans. One day he was in the palace, and the next, gone. Not a whisper from him since.

Emma . . . Emma tried to broker peace with rebels. They burned her bookstore to the ground in response. No body was found but Clavis was sure he’d gotten her killed too. He didn’t need Leon to tell him it was all ok. It wasn’t. It wouldn’t be. But he could continue on anyway, because that was his punishment now.

To live in a world he had created. Clavis still felt a burning hatred for Chevalier. A heavy dissatisfaction that even in death, the Brutal Beast outsmarted him once again. And beneath that, in a part of himself that he would never admit to, he missed him. The challenge in his icy gaze, the razor-sharp mind, the expressions he reserved only for those he allowed close. 

Somehow, Clavis’ wandering steps took him to the library instead of the office. He stopped in the doorway. “I don’t want to be here,” he said, so softly that he thought Cyran hadn’t heard.

“Let’s go, then. Don’t you have a meeting with Prince Silvio this afternoon? We can prep for that.”

“Yes. Of course. I must be ready to surprise the jangler, ‘eh?” Clavis laughed, a sound as false as his smile. Rhodolite was a darker place to live, these days. Like Clavis himself, it wore a smile on the outside. Garlanded in roses and festivals, but beneath that face, there was a hollowness. Would it heal in time? Would he? 

Clavis swallowed it all down, his smile growing wider. “I have some ideas for Silvio. Let’s drop by my room.”

[qnewsau]

Out soccer player Andy Brennan studying psych to help others

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/out-soccer-player-andy-brennan-studying-psych-to-help-others/

Out soccer player Andy Brennan studying psych to help others

Melbourne pro soccer player Andy Brennan, who broke ground when he came out as gay in 2019, is studying psychology to help others still struggling to be themselves in sport.

The Aussie plays professionally for South Melbourne FC and has celebrated a strong season with his club.

Andy recently spoke to the podcast Football vs Homophobia about what he’s up to on and off the field.

“I’m 31 now, so I’m feeling a little old at times,” Andy shared.

“But the form this season makes me feel like I want to keep going for a couple more years, which is a good feeling.”

Off the field, Andy has been hard at work: he’s spent six years studying psychology.

“I’m doing a doctorate in psychology. I’ve started placement work down at Melbourne City, one of the elite clubs here,” he explained.

“It was through my experiences in football and feeling as though I didn’t quite belong that made me want to do psychology.

“It’s such an important space, making an individual feel like they’re included and finding ways to help that person grow.”

‘Let’s get the culture changed’

When he came out as gay in 2019, Andy Brennan spoke at the time about how close he’d come to leaving his sport behind because of his sexuality.

But reflecting on the years since, he says he enjoys playing “so much more.”

Andy and fellow Aussie Josh Cavallo, who came out in 2021, are two of only a handful of out, active soccer players in the world. There’s over 130,000 pro male footballers globally, according to FIFA.

Andy said after coming out he’d never intended to do advocacy work. But he jumped into it after he saw a “culture shift” is still needed.

“It still feels as though it’s not really moving in that direction where more male athletes are feeling as though they can come out,” Andy explained.

“The older you get, having that feeling that you’re living a lie and wasting time by not being able to live who you are — it’s a real shame that’s still happening.”

Andy said homophobic language persisting in sport, particularly in the AFL, was also disappointing. But he said communication and more education as to why it needs to be stamped out is the important part.

“Hearing homophobic comments from my friends and my teammates and my coaches just made me think, ‘I can’t be gay and play in this sport,'” Andy recalled.

“Let’s get [the culture] changed so that players coming through [grassroots clubs] aren’t speaking this way.”

‘That hits home with people’

Andy Brennan said one of the most powerful ways to do that is to share people’s personal experiences.

“That’s a really good way of conveying the message in a way that hits home with people, that they can resonate with,” he said.

“I think everyone in some form or another has experienced prejudice, rejection or a feeling as though they don’t belong.

“The biggest thing is being able to get into a room with someone… and let them see the kind of pain that people can feel when they don’t feel like they’re welcomed.

“And what that does over the long term, how that feeds shame, how that hurts people’s self-esteem.

“If it continues, that leads to people thinking about whether their life is worth living.

“That’s the road it can go down and it does go down. It’s a huge issue I wish people at the top of the game would take seriously.

“Sport also has this amazing power to empower people and make them feel great, feel included, feel welcomed.”

If you need someone to talk to, help is available from QLife on 1800 184 527 or online at QLife.org.au, Lifeline on 13 11 14  or via text on 0477 13 11 14, Kids Helpline on 1800 55 1800, or beyondblue on 1300 22 4636.

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[theadventurek9]

One day I’ll start posting dog stuff again. I need to start getting more serious with training for our September trials if I’m going to do them. But I’m honestly having doubts if I will. I just don’t really have money for entry fees. If I really wanted to I could just enter one class instead of our usual four a day. Yet the whole finances thing makes me feel so deeply sad and frustrated.

I feel like that’s a big part of why I haven’t been really training anything because what’s the point. Instead we’ve just been hiking or playing. I know Aayla craves training but I just don’t have it in me. I felt frustrated after this last fenzi course, I think a lot of it just highlighted holes in our training than actually helped with any training.

I had those hopes Aayla could get her RAE, RM and UD titles this year but now it all just feels hopeless. My partner and I are living paycheck to paycheck and it’s stressful.

Yet then again I feel so guilty because the things we can’t pay for are the fun life things. We do have enough for all of our basic needs. I was able to get the car fixed, we eat decently good for every meal and we have a home that we don’t have to share with others. We both have been able to afford our basics for our expensive hobby. Yet there really isn’t anything left over.

Our collective mental health is hanging on by a string and it seems we just switch between who is having a break. We have been trying to have our yearly nice date night, but haven’t been able to scrape the extra cash together for it. So we kind of just skipped our two year anniversary. We want to be able to go to the movies, or overnight camping trips out of our hometown or just enjoy life moderately.

I’ve been scraping by my entire life. Im making the most I’ve ever made, and yet with inflation I still am paycheck to paycheck. I’m so sick of it.

[thecameronchronicles]

Curious

TW: Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Your feelings for Sarah Cameron reach an intoxicating and lustful height. 

WORD COUNT: 1300

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

I don’t know if you’re writing for Sarah but if you are could you do one where reader is dating JJ and Sarah is dating John B and they both kind of knew about each other because they’re both kooks but they were never friends or anything so when they started dating the boys they got to know each other bettter and stated spending more time together like going shopping and things like that until one night when having a sleep over you both hook up ?

Curious

Sarah Cameron. Kook princess. You couldn't help but notice her. Beautiful. Outgoing. Passionate. Not to mention a trailblazer in everything from academics to her relationship. This seemed to be the thing you had in common. Both kook girls, dating a pogue boy. But where she had John B wrapped around her finger, you had JJ. And it wasn't until having a fight with your significant other that you found her a shoulder to proverbially cry on. Prior to this, she was always the most popular girl throughout the entirety of The Outer Banks, never a friend, but also not an enemy, as you never really spoke more than pleasant greetings until now. 

"I'm taking you shopping! Getting your mind off of him. Make the boys miss us a bit." Before you could counter, not that you necessarily planned to, she had you in the direction of her car. You were bonding over a shared love for Olivia Rodrigo and belting out her recent hit as you crossed from Pogue territory to Kooklandia. A string of shops accustomed to girls of your birthright had been awaiting you as you quickly picked and plucked your way through each one. 

"Retail therapy. Better than talking to some stuffed shirt just trying to look down ours." She winked, your eyes noticing the way her eyes sparkled and her smirk widened once she noticed you analyzing her. And this was how she was. She knew she was beautiful. But she wasn't vain. And it was that which made her an envy and an enemy to so many. She was effortlessly perfect. And it began to make you take notice each time you were alone. 

Each interaction would make something else stand out about her. Her vanilla scented skin wrapping you into ease as she would hug you in greetings and farewells, the soft smile that developed as you both looked to one another with inside jokes, and the overall aura of her welcoming and caring presence that made you bite your lip to know more. Soon, you preferred to spend your time with her in contrast to your own boyfriend, something that worsened when she believed her and John B were alone. 

Pulling the screen door open as you had planned to come and see JJ, you would hear the unmistakable sounds of her moaning from John B's room. 

"Slower..." She breathed as your curiosity had gotten the best of you. By now, you'd accepted the crush you developed on her had been enough to make your platonic friendship a torment, but one you'd endure if it meant being able to stay around her. But to see those faces of pleasure and moans you'd only dreamed of, you couldn't help but need more. 

"Oh..." She moaned on his bed, her body angled to where you could see her perfectly. Her beautiful and positive curves were welcomed by John B as her legs were set over either one of his shoulders as she was feigning amusement. At least she had until she saw you. Whether it was the blush on your face or the fact she was bored, she grew louder and more intense, noticing how your breathing increased in watching her. But as the voyeurism of the moment allowed her to reach her high, you pulled yourself away with a new pulsation sending you to seek out JJ for relinquishment. 

A few days later, a text inviting you for a sleepover at Tannyhill would prompt you in excitement to be with her, but also anxiety as you hadn't seen her since that display. The visions replying on your mind as you massaged your aching clit at the thought of her once alone, she had become an obsession of that display. 

But as the door came open and you were welcomed into a hug, it was as if you were just as close as ever. If not more so. You quickly fell back into your rhythms of humor and comfortability before stuffing yourself with junk food and discussing the boys. And even though you always kept her in your peripheral vision to some degree, you had missed the look of mischief across her face as you picked apart your recent snack. 

"Did you like watching me?" Her question made your chest tighten and your stomach twist. You didn't want to agree because you feared the rejection. But with the smile across her face, you nodded before you had a chance to rationalize that probability. 

"I only got off because you did...I like that you were watching me..." She ran her hand up your leg. 

"Did you want to touch me?" You nodded again as her hand teased your shorts. 

"Do you want to now?" You nodded again, your eyes falling to her lips, as she smiled. 

"You want to kiss me?" She straddled you, hands pressing you onto the bottom part of the couch. 

"I've wanted you to since I met you...so beautiful...so soft..." She surprised you with her words as her fingers traced up your lips and fell to your sides, finalizing over a trace of your nipples, "Can I play with them? They've been teasing me...." You nodded as she pulled your breasts within her grasp, fondling and teasing them perfectly. 

"Did you come after watching me?" 

"Yes..." 

"So I make you wet?" 

"Soaked." Her brows raised to your shameless answer. 

"Mind if I check?" You shook your head as she guided your hand between your legs. 

"Poor girl...Oh wow..." She began to rub. "You ARE...all for me?" You whimpered. 

"What about John B-" 

"Does it look like I care? Please, the boys would love it..." 

"Sarah..." 

"Mmm...I like how my name sounds breathlessly from you...wonder how it sounds when you say it when I make you come-" 

"Oh my God..." 

"But I want you to touch me too...Your moaning is so sexy babe..." 

Your eyes rolled at the name as she guided you into her own shorts. 

"You're so sexy, my poor panties are always wet for you...Take care of me, would you?" 

"Sarah...I'm...." 

"Oh I know, I can feel you clenching...oh yes..." She chuckled as you quickened your fingers inside of her. 

"Oh and you want me to, don't you?" 

"I want to make you come-" 

"Then how about we come together?" She removed her shirt and then your own, kissing you softly and making you pull her back in for one more, until you were left in only your underwear. 

"Oh my God...you're so beautiful, babe..." 

"Me? You're a goddess, Sarah-" 

"And all for you..." You took advantage of the words she spoke, kissing and touching her as you always wished to. Her body reacting as you'd hoped. 

"Fuck...I need to feel you against me." She breathed. "I need the friction...I need to feel you too-" You laid on the floor, legs overlapping, and grinding to feel that pleasurable sensation. 

"This what you wanted when you watched me?" 

"More..."

"Yeah? Then take more, babe..." You rubbed her clit as you spoke, her body trembling having brought the same reaction to your own physique. 

"You DO want me to come..." 

"I want you to squirt. I know he hasn't-". 

"And I want YOU to.." her hand now came to your clit. A game of chicken of sorts played between you as your rubbing increased and hips rose and fell in unison and broken rhythm until she called your name in ecstasy. 

"I'm so close! Oh my God babe! I'm gonna make you come too!" 

"Sarah..." You moaned. "Come for me!" 

"Like this?" You nodded as she basked in her high as you were quick to rude your own. 

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted to do that..." 

"Really?" She nodded to your question. "And now since I know how good you feel...definitely gotta make it a habit.." She kissed you softly before she bit her lips together before looking over your shoulder. Both JJ and John B looked at each other and then back at you. And they were anything but mad…

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[ponypuffle]

Luna Tour ~ Chapter 3

A/N: Yay, new Luna Tour chapter! Finally got to the scene that sent me down the spiral of making this small series! If you're familiar with Centaurworld, you'll be able to recognize one of the Elk Tour songs!

Masterlist + Series Warnings

Pairing: Princess Luna x Fem! Alicorn! Reader Chapter Summary: [Alternate Universe!] Luna's finally reached you, but now it's time for you to go on a rescue mission before she's put through anymore torture from Celestia. Warning(s): refer to the masterlist for general series warnings, brief description of Luna's abused physical condition, mentions of reader being unhappy in her marriage. Word Count: 1300+

Years passed, and now you had gotten married to Celestia just as planned. Everything had to go to plan for Celestia. The entire event was made to her terms, not yours. Most of the audience consisted of strangers. Of course, Celestia had to make this as public and grandiose as possible.

Yet, with every year gone by, there was no sign of Luna anywhere. Not a single sighting, let alone even a letter. It was like she disappeared off of the face of Equestria. A part of you was heartbroken and angry that she left you without so much of a parting word with you. The other part was worried instead. What if she was hurt or held captive? Or even worse, what if she was dead?

Your worry had pushed you to look for her in secret, but with no information for her sudden disappearance, you were constantly led from dead end to dead end. 

You let out a sigh of defeat as you closed up a file before placing it straight into the drawer of your desk. It barely fit inside, almost reaching the top from all the files you had accumulated. Just another file that summed up to nothing about Princess Luna's whereabouts. 

You stood up from your chair and began to head out of your private study room. You had to wait for the next slew of information from the private investigator before you could continue. Besides, it was getting late anyway. As much as you wanted to devote all your time to searching for Luna, you were much too tired to sift through old files right now.

You walked into your shared bedroom and immediately curled up into your side of the bed. Celestia wasn't here yet to your pleasure. You preferred to avoid her as much as possible with how often you had to be around her for events.

Forcing yourself to fall asleep before Celestia walked through those doors, you eventually lulled yourself into a dream. It wasn't much, to be honest. Your dreams usually took you to Luna's room, your only place of comfort. It may not be extravagant for a dream, but it was better than all those horrid nightmares that plagued your mind. Each nightmare was the same battle with Celestia, fear striking you at each threat she made. 

You settled down into Luna's bed, her scent just as you remembered it enveloping you. Before you could let yourself relax, a bright light from the corner of the room appeared. Squinting your eyes to adjust to the sudden light, you eventually saw a dark figure blocking the light.

The figure grunted in pain, panting as if they were exhausted. Cautiously, you walked closer, generating an orb of light in front of you to illuminate the figure. The moment you caught sight of who it was, you gasped, jumping back in both surprise and horror. 

“Luna!” You darted towards her, though your hesitation stopped you from touching her out of fear that you’d break her. She looked exhausted, her legs trembling from the effort it took her to keep herself up.

“My star… It’s you…” She said in disbelief. “I-I’ve been searching for you for so long!” With the little energy she had, she flung herself at you.

You were quick to let her lean on you, your instinct telling you to get to her bed where she can rest her tired legs. Settling down, you finally asked the big question. “Where have you been?”

“Celestia, she…” She swallowed hard. “She’s had me locked up in the dungeon for years…” Her eyes were flooding with tears until she broke and couldn’t hold them back any longer.

Your heart stopped at her words. “You’ve been in the dungeon this whole time?” You were horrified to say the least. Your anger for Celestia had wound up so tight in such little time that you had awoken before you could interact with Luna anymore. It didn’t matter to you, though. You had to go save Luna now while you still had the chance. 

Looking to your side, the bed was still empty. Without delaying a moment, you rushed out into the halls, heading straight towards the dungeons.

You neared a corner, just before you could be seen by the guards you knew were always posted just at the doorway. Your run to that point was enough to help you make some sort of plan. All you could do was hope it’d work.

You closed your eyes and concentrated as you worked on the spell according to how you remembered it. A light mist that matched the color of your magic swirled around your hooves until accumulated enough to begin stalking for its prey. The mist stayed low to the ground, careful to remain unnoticed while keeping up its fast pace. By the time the guards had noticed, it was too late. The mist had caught its victims. Swirling around the guards’ bodies, the mist lulled them to sleep until they collapsed on the floor. 

Your ears twitched at the sound, confirming that your spell had worked. You stepped past the sleeping bodies of the guards and headed down the stairs. Now that you knew your plan would work, you continued to do the same as you travelled through the dungeons. You peered into every cell, hoping to find Luna as soon as possible. Unfortunately for you, Luna was locked away at the very end.

“Luna!” You cried out, swiping away the keys that were hung up on the wall next to the guards’ post. You hurriedly opened the door, being met with Luna chained up. You hadn’t thought this far into the plan, and now you were in full blown panic mode, acting only instinct. You blasted away the chains with your magic, giving the wall the same treatment. You were thankful that the wall you blasted had revealed the outdoors.

“Come on, we have to get you out of here.” You nudged at Luna to help her up, feeling the rough metal scraping along your coat. Luna grunted in pain, doing her best to keep up with you. Going through the forest, you had to frequently blink away your tears. You had to stay focused. You just had to.

When you finally figured the two of you were far enough from the castle, you had halted to let Luna rest. You finally got a good look at her. She looked so much worse than in your dreams. Not only did she look exhausted, her physical form had only been a shell of what she had once been. Her coat and mane were a mess. She looked weak and underfed. 

“Look at the trouble we’ve caused…” You muttered, beginning to unlock her from her shackles. The one around her neck had been the worst of them all, her skin rubbed raw with no fur left where the harsh steel had been. “What did she do…? What did we do?” 

“What did I do?” She said weakly. “I waited for you…”

“We shouldn’t be here.” You looked into her eyes.

“Yet, now you’ve come to set me free. I always knew that you’d retrieve me.” She nuzzled against you.

Your attention was taken away from her, soon directed towards the castle. Cries of rage and the light of fire had lit up the night sky. “The torch fires! The hoofsteps! The soldiers are coming through!” You eyes widened in pure terror. “They’re coming for you! They’re hunting you!”

Luna’s eyes hardened as she turned around as if she was ready to defend you despite her weakened state. “Then let them come through.”

You turned her head to look at you. “But you know what they will do with you…

She looked at you in defeat, knowing you were right. “I do…”

“You do, so go and run away now.” You began before heading back towards the castle. You outstretched your wings, getting ready for flight. You looked back at her for what you believed would be the very last time. “Don’t wait for me.”

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

What Do You See, Mirror? Chapter 4

John Constantine x reader

Word Count: 1300

Summary: You and Zed share a talk and a lesson

When you stepped into the millhouse, it was exactly the same as the last time you saw it, right down to that strange mirror over the fireplace. You knew John was out working on his latest gig, but you expected to run into at least someone out and about in the place. Still, you weren’t upset at the chance to poke around.

It was a little concerning how many decanters were in the old liquor cabinet. The copious amounts of cigarette butts in the ashtray, however, weren’t too uncommon for the chain-smoking exorcist.

“Hello?” That was Chas’s voice coming from down the hall, growing closer as he threatened, “I know you’re here, so you’d best show yourself before I get nasty.

“I thought getting nasty was usually John’s gig,” you teased as he finally stepped into view.

Blankly, he stared at you for a moment before saying your name in an utterly confused tone.

“That’s still me, boyo,” you confirmed, allowing him to scoop you into a tight hug.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked with a laugh while he stepped back from you. “You here for John?”

“In a manner of speaking,” you replied hesitantly, not wanting to get his hopes up about your sudden reappearance. “Signs keep pointing me back to you lot, so I figured I’d let you know I’m around since I doubt John’s mentioned it.”

“He’ll be happy you’re back,” he stated, practically confirming that John was being pretty tight-lipped about your involvement in this whole Rising Darkness affair.

“Chas . . .”

He muttered your name quietly before asking softly ,“Why did you leave him? One day, you two are crazy about each other, and the next you’re getting a divorce? I mean the guy clearly misses you. What could possibly--”

“You’re her,” a new voice interrupted him from the other side of the room. The new arrival, the seer Zed if you had to wager, scurried closer to get a better look at you. “You’re the woman I keep seeing.”

“So I’ve heard,” your voice was cold, a little unnecessarily so, but it was hard not to be frigid when you were actively glaring at Chas to keep the past to himself.

Zed’s eyes kept trailing up and down your body like she was looking for something specific. “Who the hell are you, anyway? Why do I keep seeing you of all people?”

You couldn’t help it, your icy façade broke apart as a laugh bubbled up from your chest at the bluntness of her questions.

“Ah, I was wondering where you’d gotten off to, luv,” John said, gesturing extravagantly as he breezed into the room. “Zed, I’d like you to meet my ex, the absolute nightmare that she is.” Even though his mouth and expression implied distaste for you, you could see the way his gaze lingered on the chain around your neck, on your lips for just a fraction of a second longer than was socially appropriate. “This cruel little lady is here to help you with your abilities, Zed.”

Looking at him, you raised an eyebrow as if to ask, “Oh am I?” but you didn’t argue.

Zed’s dark eyes lit up a little. “You’re like me?” she guessed.

“Not exactly.” When she deflated a little, you continued, “I’ve got a different set of skills, but I understand how yours works. I should be able to give you a few pointers.”

“Then we’ll leave you to it.” John’s hand came down hard on Chas’s shoulder. “Let’s go see about that taxi of yours, shall we?”

It was only the once they were gone that Zed stated, “I keep seeing you and John together in my visions.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“But I can never tell if it’s the past or the future.”

“Knowing the difference is a skill you’ll have to develop. Once you really start paying attention, you’ll find that they feel different; something about them just resonates on a different level. As for me and Constantine, what you’re seeing is in the past,” you lied, casually mixing truth with fiction. As far as Zed--and the rest of the planet, honestly--was concerned, there was nothing between you and your ex-husband anymore.

Her eyes narrowed a little. “I’m sorry, being around John has totally killed my manners. We still haven’t been introduced properly. I’m Zed,” she stated, offering you her hand to shake.

Instead of humoring her, you crossed your arms as you offered your own name. “And you seem like a smart enough woman to realize how incredibly rude it is to try and read someone without their permission.”

She shrugged, only deigning to look mildly apologetic. “Can’t blame a girl for trying. Everyone’s been suspiciously cagey with information about you.”

You stared at her for a moment, assessing the situation as a whole. There was every possibility your next move would backfire directly in your face, but the temptation was simply too much to resist. “Alright,” you announced, offering your hand.

Now it was Zed’s turn to look distrustful. “You just said--”

“And now I’m giving you permission,” you pointed out, “if you think you can handle it.”

She laughed. “Well, I’ve never been one to run away from a challenge,” was all she said before grasping your hand.

Immediately, she gasped at the onslaught of information, and thanks to your own gifts you could see exactly what was swarming her mind and even control it to a degree. 

The most overwhelming thing in the vision was the impossibly hot, scarlet red fire that tore through her mind. Hellfire, the very thing that thrived in your veins at every moment, the thing it’d taken you years to learn how to control once you first awakened that power. It was only through that punishing fire that a few hazy memories leaked through your control for Zed to see.

The day John proposed, a few times you’d seen his old band perform, things like that. The instant that Zed was able to make out the bare, sweat-covered skin of John’s chest, she reflexively jerked away from you.

This time, you raised your eyebrows in challenge. “See what you wanted?”

“What was that?” she gasped as she fought her spasming lungs to gulp air down.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you’re not asking about the mechanics of sex. Let’s just say that’s the reason you don’t go through people’s heads if you don’t know anything about them. Consider that your first lesson. You never know if your target is someone like me that can control what you see. They can make you see nonsense, or they might be able to trick you into seeing something that never happened.”

“The fire?”

You smirked. “Maybe someday you’ll figure it out. But you managed to squeeze out a few memories from me at least, which is more than I expected. John’s handiwork?”

Her face darkened in a blush, no doubt recalling the last memory she saw of what you thought might have been the last night you and John were together. “He’s been the one helping me until now.:”

“Not terrible for a beginner,” you admitted. “Go get some rest, Zed; you look exhausted.”

She nodded. “Good idea. You gonna be sticking around?”

“Depends on if John and I are going to kill each other or not,” you lied again while on the inside, you knew that the pair of you were unlikely to part again anytime soon. For better or worse, your fates were tied together once more; you could feel that much in your very soul.

And based on the way the millhouse rearranged itself so that the door that should have led to the old library actually opened up into John’s messy bedroom, it knew that as well as you did.

[alby-rei]

Hold On Tight (Dazai x Reader)

a/n: AAAAA Thank you so much, my lovely 🥺🥺💕💕 *sips iced tea to hydrate* Sending you lots of hugs!! I had a lot of fun with this one and went about it a little differently than I initially planned, so I hope you enjoy >///< 

(I hope you’re not afraid of heights) Happy Reading!

Wordless “I love you” Prompts #49: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

summoning the dazai simps ✨ @celmanics​  @dazaiswindow​​ 

[Full title]: Hold On Tight (Unless You Want to Fall)

[Genre]: Humor, fluff, pre-relationship

[Word Count]: ~1300 words

[Warning]: Heights, Unsupervised/unsupported house climbing

[Requested by]: @daisiesandshakes​

 ~*~

“Dazai, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course, Toshiko-san. I climb up the mansion all the time.”

“And how often do you climb while carrying another person on your back?”

You didn’t hear a response right away. Dazai hummed to himself as his hand searched for the next overhang to support his weight on. You tightened the grip of your arms and legs around his figure when you felt your body sway with his movement. You’ve never been this close to any of the residents before, and your face was definitely heating up (though you could blame that on the heat, too). You called out his name again, the fear in your voice loud and clear. 

At last, he replied confidently, “To tell you the truth, this is a first for me, but—”

“WHAT?!” Both of your arms tensed from the grip of your hands around his neck.

He steadied himself before he turned his head to shoot you his best relaxed smile.

Except you were anything but relaxed! This is insane and dangerous! What would le Comte or Sebastian say if they saw the two of you like this?! You were certain at least one of them would faint from the sight.

(The latter would be busy excitedly writing down the events in his notebook.)

You thought back to how you ended up here: Clutching Dazai’s body for dear life while he climbed the side of the mansion to “get you to your room faster”.

It all started in the garden.

You were watering the plants beneath the hot summer sun. On your way back inside, you happened to spot Dazai and waved at him.

The next step you took didn’t land on the cool grass, however, but rather fell right down a hole disguised by the grass. After overcoming the initial shock, you looked up to see Dazai in front of you in a flash with concern laced in his eyes. Fresh tears gathered in the corner of your eyes when you tried to pull yourself up. He crouched down to help get your foot out and let you hold onto him while you hopped on one foot to regain your balance.

One could say Dazai felt guilty for distracting you or not warning you ahead of time, and maybe that was why he insisted on helping you out. But…

“—don’t worry, Yoshie-san! I won’t let you down,” he grunted with effort when he reached upward for the next block, “literally and figuratively.”

“A-a-huh…” your response came out much shakier than you intended, the fear of falling rising the higher you reached.

“We’re almost there, just don’t look down,” he sang.  

Normally, Dazai would climb much faster than he was now. Not only would he be lighter, but he was always down to experiment with different routes. With you, however, he made sure not to make any sudden moves, and he would warn you before he makes his next move. He kept conversing with you as well while you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on your breathing. How he could sound so calm and composed while pulling the two of you up the windowsill left you baffled, to say the least.  

“Remind me again why you couldn’t just walk me through the front door?”

“What kind of man would I be to let you hop your way up that enormous staircase. Of course, I would offer to carry you.”

“Yes, I understand that, but why wouldn’t you carry me up the stairs, instead?”

“A sprained ankle is a serious injury that needs immediate care. Carrying you up the staircase at the main entrance would take far too long.”

“At least we’d be on solid ground!”

“Hmm? Do you like the idea of the other residents seeing you being carried like a princess to your room by me? Oh, the things they would imagine,” he mused. “Take this as our own secret adventure~”

Your eyes remained closed when you said, “I don’t know how climbing the side of the mansion in broad daylight counts as any form of secrecy, but…”

You paused when you felt yourself being turned around.

“And here we are.”

“Eh?”

True to his word, when you peeked one eye open, you were met with the pink shades of your room’s décor. Dazai sat comfortably on the windowsill with his legs dangling from the edge. All you had to do to get down was unhook your legs around his waist to meet the solid floor. Your legs wobbled as you gingerly shifted your weight off of him and into the room. Next, you unclasped your arms around his neck—which you realized were maybe a bit too tight.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“A little dizzy, not gunna lie,” you reached for the stool by the foot of your bed and clutched your head, “I’m so sorry if I was hanging onto you too tight, did it hurt in any way?”

“Not at all, I quite liked the feeling of your arms around me,” he admitted over his shoulder with a carefree smile.

“Oh…” You had to look away when you felt your face heat up.

You dragged yourself with the stool towards the window to sit in front of him while your eyes remained on the ground. Dazai stared at you expectantly while you searched for words to respond with.

“Well…” You started.  

You wrapped your arms tightly around him again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear.

“Thank you for everything, Dazai.”

His eyebrows raised in shock, and after a long moment he twisted in your embrace to return the hug. He rested his head on your shoulder casually. You leaned against him to avoid applying pressure on your injured foot, and he could feel your heartbeat calm down from the adrenaline. Subconsciously, he’d tightened his grip as he remembered the panic and distress he’d seen when the pain of your fall had set in.

“Dazai…?” You tapped his back.

“Ah, my apologies,” he pulled away, flashing you his usual calm smile.

He swung his legs back out the window, looking ready to depart.

“I’ll call a doctor for you, so make sure to keep your foot elevated until he arrives, okay?”

And out he went. A light breeze flew through his bangs as he waved goodbye.

[Bonus Scene]

As soon as Dazai left, you heard knocking at your door though the guest didn’t wait for you before he hurried in.

“MC!” It was Arthur. “What’s this about you and a sprained ankle? A clumsy bird today, are we?”

Arthur grinned, as he set his doctor’s bag on the table beside you.

“When’d you hear about that?”

“Dazai told me.”

“Wh—? How—?” He had just left out the window! Did he speak telepathically with Arthur on his way down? 

“Well, not directly, but I definitely heard him talking about your ankle from my open window. It’s a shame I wasn’t fast enough to catch a glance of your—”

You slapped his arm before he could finish his sentence. Doctor or not, he’s still an incorrigible flirt.

“Ow! Now, is that any way to treat the doctor who rushed all this way to treat you?” He bent down to grab your ankle with utmost care.

“We live in the same mansion, doc,” you huff, but you don’t pull away when he wrapped it up for you.

Your thoughts drifted back to Dazai.

“…I quite liked the feeling of your arms around me.”

He and Arthur seem to share that trait: Getting a reaction out of you through words alone. One thing’s for sure, your mind was going to keep replaying today’s events for the rest of the day until your heart decides to stop racing from the thrill of it.

[myelocin]

state lines | oikawa tooru

synopsis: the both of you know that this is a goodbye, yet you can’t let the moment come and instead keep saying “i don’t know.”

genre: angst, breakup!au | wc: 1300+

a/n: state lines by novo amor 

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there’s a certain depth you feel when the heartbreak is felt in the silence. 

perhaps it’s the feel of your heart dropping to your stomach, or how your shoulders tense when a door slams shut. the ending is there. it’s stretched out, and hope dangles in the space where you take a breath as you say “good” before “bye.”

if only you loved each other a little less, then maybe, maybe the word could be said easier. 

oikawa tooru looks like a relationship that’s seen through half a decade.

five christmases and birthdays. five different christmas trees picked out together every december. two different apartments, and almost ten different albums filled with just photos of what has been collecting dust on a shelf when the fifth year came. 

the silence grew, and with it prolonged the inevitable. 

he had to leave. you wish to stay. argentina over japan, and more than anything he was ready to take flight while your roots were already buried so far deep in miyagi. 

the quiet dinners were like ticking timebombs, while the space in between a bed that’s meant to be shared kept growing. a faded i love you, mumbled, where his i love you too had you feeling more like you’re sinking instead of soaring. 

but it’s the sight of him breaking in front of you that has you finally facing the fact that this is the end of the line. 

“five years,” you said, shaking your head, because you can’t believe that you made it this far only to break.

“five years and what?” tooru told you then.

“five years and i love you,” you said, sitting in front of him. in the middle of the living room of an apartment you picked out together, next to the shelf that you watched him build out of frustration. 

“but if we give it five more years will there still be love?” he asks, the pain made evident by the crack in his voice. 

the photos hung in frames along the wall stay in the past. in the present, tooru is holding on to your hand and cries his apologies for the future he makes known won’t come. 

you smiled, because when an ending presents itself to you, there’s nothing really more you can do.

“so we say goodbye at five, huh?”

he mumbles the beginning of his goodbye with, “i don’t know.”

“you can’t keep running away from what you wanna say, tooru,” you say. “how do you want to say goodbye?”

he hangs his head. “i don’t know.”

“you have a ticket to argentina don’t you?”

at your voice, the cracks of his composure deepen. tooru tries to look at you, but stares past your watering eyes and focuses on the window behind you instead. he bites his lip, having half the mind to say i don’t know again, but like always, you beat him to the truth.

“i saw the ticket, tooru,” you tell him. “it’s okay.” it isn’t.

you want to cry. maybe throw away a couple of the albums on the shelf, then maybe yell at him because neither of you should have let any of them collect dust. then it dawns on you that at this point, that’s all they are to the both of you. unopened, fragments of the past that remain in photographs. snapshots of love, and happiness, etched into candid moments on paper meant to last just a lifetime. 

when he cries and says “i’m sorry,” you realize that you want to close the five years just like that. 

a goodbye said quick, to stop the love from fading. 

he looks at you with red eyes and bitten lips and you can tell that this is really how far it will go. five years and just a few days. goodbye as the sentiment understood with just a few unopened photo albums and a one way ticket meant just for one. 

“it’s okay,” you say, not to him, but to yourself.

tooru shakes his head. “it’s not.”

“are either of us going to budge and make a compromise?” 

his head hangs low, eyes closed. “i don’t know,” he mutters.

this time it’s you who shakes your head, squeezing his hand that still holds yours. “you know.”

“i don’t want to. this shit’s too hard.”

you smile, again. “five years holds a whole lot of love, so it’s not gonna be that easy to let go.” 

he breaks just a little more, the cracks fusing together to split what had been one into two, so you give him the mercy of the present and hold him. the present is that you’re still here, still home. you can close your eyes and think that tomorrow you’ll dust the shelf and fix the crooked frames. tooru holds on to you like he’s meant to stay like this, in love, forever. more i don’t knows hang in the air and allow the fog of the moment to drown the sound of tomorrow, because the truth is, tomorrow you don’t know.

maybe you’ll wake up and his side of the bed will be empty, or maybe you’ll wake up to brown eyes illuminated gold come daybreak again. he’d kiss your knuckles like he always did and promise you a decade more instead of just the half that’s slipping through your fingers now.

but this is it.

this is love, and this is heartbreak. 

the wish for forever lost in the maze you failed to navigate together in this lifetime. love, still here, because at the sight of what has been broken, it still hurts.

tooru kisses your hands, his lips trembling. he’s silent, as you are, and when you both stand up and walk into the kitchen for a glass of water, you know that even if tonight you can still pretend that this is home, your clock’s already ticking. 

perhaps time had been up a long time ago, where you just looked the other way because saying “i don’t know,” felt enough. but like a bandaid on a wound over the stitches it needs, you know it’s not enough. tonight, you’ll share dinner with him, and ask about argentina like he still means to come home to you. tonight, you’ll wear a bandaid.

tomorrow you’ll wake up at six, go to work at seven, and come home a little earlier to ask him if he needs help packing as he’ll ask you if you’d stay in this apartment or move to another. tomorrow, you’ll wake up to the wounds that are still open and admit to yourself that in order to heal, you’ll need stitches. 

tooru smiles at you that night, sad and solemn, because when daylight comes, you know the both of you will have to take the first step in letting each other go.

if only you didn’t love each other this deep, then maybe, saying goodnight wouldn’t feel like such a goodbye.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Out Of The Blue - Part 3

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1300+

Summary: Reader has some exciting news to share with her longtime boyfriend Chris but what happens when he beats her to it with some news of his own?

A/N: I think i got everyone who asked to be tagged, if i didnt please send me an ask so i dont loose it 🤣

Please like/comment/share 💕

Hearing Chris's voice i pushed back my chair and made my way to the front door.

"She's not here" i heard Alex say as i got closer.

"Come on man, its important...."

"Alex it's fine, i'll be okay" i spoke up. I saw Chris sigh with what looked like relief?... but it was quickly replaced with a look of regret, maybe a little fear. Good!

"I'll just be in there" he pointed back towards the dining room " if you need me...."

"I'll let you know" i smiled. Alex eyed Chris once more before reluctantly retreating.

"How'd you find me?" I asked crossing my arms, it was kinda like my protective barrier.... he hated when i did this.

"Um, you used your card for gas.... a notification came up on your iPad. I looked up the gas station and drove out there. I asked the cashier if she'd seen you...."

"Great" i rolled my eyes, making a mental not to turn of my notifications!

"She said she remembered you coming in because you looked exhausted and she tried to get you to stay in a motel. But that you told her you only had an hours journey... thats when i kinda figured this was where you were. I didn't think you'd come this far to be honest".

"Was kinda the point"

Chris nodded sadly realising that i came here because i knew he wouldn't think id drive all the way out to Chelsea's.

"I know I'm the last person you wanna see right now, but Y/N we need to talk about some stuff...."

"Not here, i don't want the kids hearing" i said stepping outside and walking across the street to where his car was parked.

Once we were both in the car i turned to face him trying to keep myself from crying, because my god that was all i wanted to do!

"So what do you wanna talk about.... how you cheated on me??"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life. Its over i promise you.... it was never serious, but what i was doing.... it should never had happened!!"

"You slept with someone else of course it shouldn't have happened!!" I shouted.

"I never slept with her!!"

"What??!"

"I never slept with her i promise!"

"But you said you've been seeing someone!"

Chris nodded running his hand over his bearded jaw "it wasn't about sex, we just connected on an emotional level....I didnt even realise it was a problem at first...."

he sighed "but i found myself seeking her out when i was having a bad day. When things got hard with us.... we'd been trying everything to get pregnant and it just wasn't happening"

"You confided in her??! About our relationship?..."

"I was stressed and i blamed myself..... i felt like i was letting you down. I felt us drifting apart...." he told me sadly "i don't even know when it happened. But i started spending a lot of time with her...."

"And less time with me. All while i was sitting waiting for you to come home like an idiot! I know it was hard trying to get pregnant Chris but thats no excuse for you doing this! You should have come to me!" I turned my head away to wipe away some stray tears that managed to escape.

"Please don't cry dahlin'...."

"How can i not??....."

"Tell me how i can make this right? I don't want to loose you...."

"Im not sure you can. Chris do you have any idea how this makes me feel?? I feel like I'm not enough for you..."

"You are! I promise you, you are enough..."

"Clearly im not or we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"So thats it? You're just gonna give up on us?"

"I wasn't the one who gave up on us. My god Chris, i would've done anything for you..... you were my world!"

"And now?....."

"Right now i can't even stand looking at you" i said sadly "my heart is in pieces..... i still can't wrap my head around the fact you did this. Its so out of the blue..... i thought we were happy" I cried into the sleeve of my jumper "i was so excited to tell you i was finally pregnant...... this baby couldn't have happened at a worser time. This should be one of the happiest days of my life but its been anything but happy".

"Will you just come home, please? We can sort this out...."

"I can't. I think we need some time apart"

"No..." he cried, tears running down his face "baby please don't leave me...."

"Go home Chris" i said quickly as i opened the door and stepped out.... i was in such a rush to get away from him that i didn't see the SUV coming towards me.

"Y/N!!!!" Was the last thing i heard before everything went black.

"Y/N!.... Y/N wake up....." i could hear Chris' voice as i slowly opened my eyes.

"Chris.....?"

"Yeah baby its me, you were dreaming" he said quietly as his hand stroked up and down my back. It was then that i realised i was laying in bed with Chris' arms around me.

It had all been a dream??!

I suddenly burst into tears, sobbing into Chris' bare chest.

"Hey.... hey whats wrong?" He asked tightening his hold on me "is it your dream?"

I nodded as i continued to cry "it was h..horrible! It felt so real...."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No. Chris let go of me.... i think I'm gonna be sick...." i pulled out of his arms and ran to the en suite. I made it just in time before i spilled my guys into the toilet.

Once the sickness passed i headed downstairs telling Chris i needed a minute to myself. I knew it was a dream... he hadn't actually done anything wrong, but i was pissed at Chris and felt ridiculous! I was sitting on the sofa under a blanket holding a warm mug of Chamomile tea when he came walking in. He hovered in the doorway for a minute before finally coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Look i'm not sure what i did to piss you off but will you come back to bed please? You know i hate sleeping without you"

"You haven't done anything wrong" i reached out and took his hand "that dream just really shook me up"

"Talk to me.... you might feel better if you talk about it"

"I... i found out i was pregnant...."

"Dahlin, its gonna happen i promise...." he quickly added thinking that was the reason i was so upset, because that part of my dream was real.... we'd been trying to get pregnant for so long now but it just wouldn't take.

"Thats not what got to me..... i found out i was pregnant but before i got to tell you, you came home from work and told me you had been seeing someone else. It felt so real...."

"Sweetheart....." Chris looked at me sadly tightening his hold on my hand "it was just a dream. I would never do that to you.... you're my world. Id be lost without you"

"It was horrible Chris! It felt so real! I left and went to Chelsea' but you tracked me down..... we were arguing in your car one minute, the next I'm getting out to leave and i got hit by a car! then i woke up...."

"I know it felt real, but its not. Im not going anywhere, you're stuck with me"

He pulled me in and pressed a tender kiss to my lips "i love you".

"I love you too".

"Sweetheart?.... are you crying again?"

"Yes!" I cried loudly, my god i was a mess! Chris chuckled softly.

"You're not still pissed at me because of your dream are you?"

"No! Im just very emotional!"

"Okay don't get mad at me but, are you sure you're not pregnant?".

I sat up straight on the sofa and stopped crying long enough to think about when i had my last period.

"Oh my god.... i'm late" i gasped, I was never late! "Do you think this is really it?"

"I hope so dahlin!" Chris replied with a huge smile.

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[frogsmulder]

The Seeds of Us

@baronessblixen I actually wrote it! although I’m not sure I quite did it justice; set just after they move into the unremarkable house; about 1300 words; rated t; also tagging @today-in-fic

It was early March and the fresh warmth of the sun on the springtime flowers was equaled by the warmth of Scully wrapped up to her nose under the duvet. The tip of it twitched against the cover and her eyes fluttered, waking up. Everything was soft. It had been almost two years since she had woken up in a comfortable bed and she didn't want to get up just yet. So, she snuggled further under the covers, her hair was fanning out across the pillows in a scruffy mess that retained the memory of hands scrunching through it the previous night.

She quietly hummed, "home," still not quite believing it, and smiled.

It was then that she heard movement downstairs and some old music pump through loudspeakers. Heavy guitar chords and drum beats flood the house, sound waves crashing only slightly muffled into the bedroom. Scully sat up, bemused. The sounds were quickly followed by Mulder's voice resonating through the walls.

"Da Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Nah! Brrp Brrp Brrp! Da Na Na Na..."

She had to bite her lip to stifle a chuckle.

Pulling on Mulder's t-shirt from yesterday that was strewn on the floor, Scully made her way downstairs. She was greeted by Mulder and the vacuum cleaner humming along to Should I Stay or Should I Go as they swept their way around the kitchen. Quietly laughing to herself, she held back for a while, watching him dance about barefoot in jeans and a t-shirt. She tilted her head to the side, admiring the view. He did look good in jeans.

Mulder abruptly turned around and she caught herself irrationally blushing.

"Oh hey!" he beamed and switched of the hoover. "Sorry, I was unpacking some of the boxes, and there was some mess, and I found a box with all your music in and... Did I wake you?"

Scully smiled and stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "No, it's good."

He cupped his hands over hers on his rough cheeks and sighed. She understood completely what he was saying. It was strange finally living together, owning a house together, doing the things that normal people did after all this time. She frequently caught herself pausing in the moment to appreciate the sublime gravitas of normality. It was utterly, intoxicatingly thrilling.

She grinned. "I know."

Mulder laughed and nipped at her– his– t-shirt neckline, teeth scraping just inches from her skin. Scully erupted in a burst of small giggles that crescendoed when he lifted her up. She slapped his back to put her down and he did so, but on the countertop, and kissed her cheek.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, breathing, "I'll get you back."

"I look forward to it," he chuckled.

His hands rested on her bare thighs, thumbs drawing circles higher and teasingly higher until he reached the hem of his shirt, which admittedly on her was not that high. She could tell from his eyes, intently focused on hers, that he was unaware that his hands were making a journey, that he just needed her close and the physical evidence at his fingertips to prove it. He looked at her quizzically like she was a fresh mystery, more brilliant than anything they had seen before, forming a question in his mind.

She shifted involuntarily beneath his touch and raised her eyebrows, prompting him.

"I have to ask," he eventually said, resting his hands on the dip of her waist. "The Clash? It doesn't seem like your thing."

She frowned at him. "What would be my thing?"

He shrugged. "Bach? Mendelssohn? ABBA?"

Bowing her head, she huffed a laugh. "I was going through a phase."

"A phase?"

Mulder lifted her chin with his finger, wanting to see every moment of her revelation.

"I guess you could call it that."

"And this phase included punk rock?"

She bit her lip. "No. Well, yes. Sort of. It was my first year of college..."

"Ahhh." Mulder grinned in recognition, eyes widening, gleaming with curiosity. She could feel herself heating up under his gaze. "Was this phase perhaps one of rebellion? Sex, drugs, and Rock n Roll?"

"Tell me you didn't have a similar phase."

He paused, thinking back to his years at Oxford.

"Exactly," she smirked.

"Okay, fair enough–" he stepped closer between her legs– "but I'm still intrigued by this young, punk Dana. Who was she?"

Scully picked some imaginary lint off of his chest– her need to touch him as equal to his, creating any old excuse to do so whilst her mind wandered back.

"Well, she still did her essays before she went out, but she also used to back-comb her hair and have a belly ring. I even saved my waitressing tips to buy a leather jacket."

Mulder mock gasped at the shape her unruly behaviour formed, the distinctive mark to rebel within the confines of a safe structure entirely and purely the Scully he knew. It was like seeing the seed of the woman she was today grow in the rich soil of all those past choices.

She gave him a shy smile. "You know, it wasn't much, but it felt like a lot at the time."

Mulder captured her soft lips tenderly, smiling against them when she gasped. She laughed at the surprise but pulled him closer, locking her ankles together behind his back. Her hand held his cheek when she pulled away, keeping him close as their foreheads continued to kissed where their lips had broken apart.

"What about young, rebellious Mulder? What was he up to?"

"Nothing nearly as exciting. I still did the club scene, but I was better at getting warnings for trespassing."

Scully rolled her eyes, drawing closer to him until she was pressing her lips chastely to his, just to feel them. She gently let go and rested her head against his chest, chuckling.

"I had a friend that this song reminds me of. I used to sit in her room and listen to this album, sharing cigarettes and dancing."

"Is that why you bought this record?"

"No, this is the actual record."  Scully shook her head and couldn't help but smile. "She gave it to me when we graduated."

"She must have really liked you."

"Hmm... Isn't it strange how far we've grown apart from our old selves? All the people we've left behind? Jane probably has a family now and I only know a 20-year-old version of her from college."

"Jane? Her name was Jane?"

She pulled back, eyeing him defensively. "What's wrong with that?"

He laughed and shook his head, softening her brow with his response.

"I do know what you mean. But I don't think that changing is necessarily a bad thing." Mulder pressed his forehead to hers and moved one hand from her waist to curl around her small hand. "We are constantly evolving and that's the beauty of it."

He slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to miss a moment of Scully, knowing that this version of her was also a seedling, slowly maturing into a future Scully, and she had chosen him as her witness of that life journey. But the completeness of the moment, her in his arms in their house, was contently overwhelming.

Scully's eyes fluttered closed too and she hummed off-key to the music.

"Mulder, are you slow dancing me to The Clash?"

He grinned, eyes snapping open to see her smiling too.

"Wanna stop?"

She opened her eyes and saw everything in his.

"No."

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

The Couch - Stiles x Reader

(gif credit: obriensource)

Summary: Stiles forgets something really important and y/n doesn’t take too kindly to it.

Word count: 1300

Warnings: angst, cursing

a/n: hi! here’s my first little Stiles fic. i might write a part two if enough people are interested. i hope you enjoy :)

part two | masterlist

It was their anniversary. Their fucking anniversary. But y/n was sitting at home alone, at 8:30 p.m. on a Tuesday night. She had been dressed up in a floor length silk red dress with a thigh high slit, complete with black stilettos and curls, but had since changed into an old sweatshirt and leggings. Their dinner reservation had been scheduled for 7:00 p.m. at a new Italian restaurant downtown. It was now, she checked the clock, 8:32 p.m. She hadn’t heard from Stiles since they both left for work that morning. Not a single phone call. Not even a text message. Normally she wasn’t too annoyed (or livid, as she was now) when he worked late, she actually admired the fact that he was so dedicated to his work. But this? Standing her up on their anniversary? She didn’t find that cute.

A few minutes later Stiles walked through the door, hair sticking in a thousand different directions as though he’d run his fingers through it a hundred times. y/n raised her near empty wine glass in the air as he slipped his shoes off and set his briefcase down in the hallway. 

“Stiles Stilinski, the man of the hour,” she hiccupped out with emphasis on their shared last name. She’d admit that she had a slight buzz going from the glass or two of wine she’d had, but she was nowhere near tipsy enough to forget what had happened. He walked into their living room, untying his tie as he approached her. He quirked a brow when he sensed that she was pissed, so much so that she refused to look at him as she swirled the remainder of the alcohol around her glass. He decided to pretend as if things were normal and began a casual conversation. Rookie mistake.

“Sorry I’m late, we finally got a solid lead in the case and I didn’t realize what time it was until Scott texted me and asked what we were doing tonight. Weird, right?” he explained, clearly clueless. The fucker had forgotten about their dinner reservation. y/n let out a small laugh as she looked to the ceiling and downed the rest of her wine in one gulp. “Weird, right?” she mocked mentally. Yeah, weird that I texted Kira half an hour ago after waiting around by myself all dressed up for over an hour before realizing that you weren’t coming and there’s no way we’d be able to get a seat in the restaurant now anyway. Weird that she probably was looking out for your dumb ass and she probably told Scott, who I’m surprised didn’t go to the FBI field office himself and smack some sense into you. y/n shut her eyes and shook her head, willing her tears of anger to dry up. Stiles turned his head to the side in confusion. She was never this quiet or vague, even when she was angry. He turned his head to the side in confusion. 

“What is it, babe?” he questioned sincerely. Stiles was still so oblivious that it hadn’t dawned on him that y/n might be angry at him.

“You seriously forgot,” she stated matter-of-factly, letting out a dry laugh.

“Forgot wha- oh shit. Oh my Go- oh God I’m so sorry babe,” he fumbled, eyes wide. He immediately recognized that he was in deep, deep shit.

“Save it,” she cut him off. She leaned forward to grab the wine bottle from the coffee table and poured herself another glass. “I went out and bought a new dress, spent an hour doing my hair and makeup, and for what? For what, Stiles?! We scheduled that reservation two weeks ago. Two weeks! So here I am in a sweatshirt and leggings, a full face of makeup on, well on my way to tipsy, just for you to say ‘I’m sorry’?” she finished with a long sip from her glass.

“I-” he started to apologize again, trying desperately to make things right when he stopped short. y/n had gotten up from the couch and set her glass down before she walked down the hall towards their bedroom. He was about to follow her but he saw her come back out as soon as she’d walked in, except she was now holding his pillow. The one he couldn’t sleep without. She stopped at the linen closet in the hallway, pulling out a blanket, then dropping the items on the couch. His face dropped as he realized what she was doing. “Babe, can we just talk? I’m so incredibly sorry and I promise I’ll make it up to you,” Stiles pleaded, stepping towards her to gently grab her arms but she stepped back. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples before finally looking him in the eye for the first time that night. 

“I can’t do this right now. I’m tired and I don’t want to say something I’ll regret. There’s chinese takeout in the fridge if you want to reheat that. So please, for both of our sakes, sleep out here tonight,” she tried to be gentle despite her bubbling rage. She could tell he genuinely felt sorry and she almost pitied him for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat. “Goodnight, I guess,” he offered sheepishly. The poor guy looked like someone had kicked his puppy.

“Goodnight, Stiles,” y/n replied with a false calm tone. Once she had shut their bedroom door, Stiles turned around and kicked the couch, likely scuffing his black derby shoes. He pulled out his phone as he slumped down on the couch and began typing out a message to Scott.

8:45 p.m.   I fucked up, man. 

8:46 p.m.   No shit, Sherlock.

y/n tossed and turned in bed for about an hour and a half after she’d washed her wasted makeup off and slipped under the sheets. She glanced towards her nightstand where the numbers on her alarm clock shone a bright blue. 10:25 p.m.

“Fuck me,” she groaned as she turned to her back and stared up at the ceiling, unsuccessfully willing sleep to wash over her. After a few more minutes of her mind running wild while her eyes were screwed shut, she huffed and sat up in bed, throwing the covers off. “Fuck this,” she whispered as she got up, grabbing a blanket. She tiptoed down the hall, peeking around the corner to see Stiles laying down on the couch, staring straight up at the ceiling with his hands clasped over his chest. y/n took another step forward, wincing as the floorboard beneath her creaked. Stiles quickly propped himself up on his elbows and looked towards the source of the noise. A sad smile made its way across his face.

“Hi,” he said quietly.

“Hi,” y/n returned shyly. She didn’t quite know why. She wasn’t the one in the wrong but she still found herself feeling guilty.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked softly. y/n shook her head. “Me neither,” he looked down towards his lap. He raised his eyebrows in surprise when she made her way into the living room and crawled into the space between his body and the back of the couch. She draped the blanket she’d brought over both of them and snuggled into his chest as he laid back down. She wrapped an arm around his torso and tangled a leg in between both of his. Stiles leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. 

“This doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you,” she reminded him.

“I know,” he replied with a small smile on his face.

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[seraphsurvival]

episode 1: 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜

having completed all their challenges for week one it is time for the angels to face the music. with their votes in and team performances judged their final rankings decide who will continue on to become apart of 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇. will your favourite angel soar high or will they fall from grace ?

* note that indented + italic text like this means it is confessional footage *

the iconic seraph intro music played as the cameras focused on the show hosts nova and yen.

“good evening everyone and welcome to...” nova began before yen joined in “seraph!” they chorused.

“this week was a tough first week for our angels.” yen began before looking over at nova who enthusiastically nodded along . “they had 2 challenges to complete: the iconic angel song and a group performance.”

“having to juggle solo performances and group work proved to be quite difficult for some of our angels. both groups had their share of mishaps...” behind nova clips of the angels in their confessionals in tears or looking stressed covered the screen further proving her statement.

“but despite all of this we saw some amazing performances.” nova grinned as she turned back to all the angels on the platform behind her.

“judges, what do you think of our angels this week? who stood out the most to you?” yen questioned turning all focus to the panel of judges.

“i thought this week was fun, we got to see a different side to the angels usual concepts,” hyuna spoke first , making sunmi and j-hope nod along with her. “i personally really enjoyed ricky’s performance, it was so fun to watch. her expressions made it that much more entertaining.”

the camera focused on ricky as she bowed at the praise. her features stretched out in a bright smile as chloe squeezed her hand beside her happy for her new best friend.

“i think mine was yuri’s performance of ‘GOTTA GO’. she surprised me in a good way. i was not expecting her to stand out the way she did but i’m glad she did. i’m proud of her.” sunmi answered.

on stage yuri visibly blushed as she repeatedly bowed. her soft ‘thank you’ making sunmi smile sweetly.

“hmmm all the angels were truly excelled this week ,” j-hope chuckled , resting his head on his hand. “none of the performances were boring. did some have room for growth in technique terms? of course, but pretty much everyone performed well.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. who was your favourite?” hyuna jokingly pushed making everyone laugh.

“if i had to pick i think my favourite would be summer’s cover of ‘DARE’. her lines were clean and moves sharp. it was great to see her do a much darker concept. you can tell why she is where she is.”

summer nodded happily as a response to j-hope’s comments. she had always been a huge fan of BTS and it took everything within her not to fangirl hearing her idol praise her for her performance.

“what about the groups what did you think?” nova questioned once again.

the judges shared a look with each other before hyuna leaned into her mic, “honestly group one really surprised us this week. im really impressed with their performance of ‘FAKE LOVE’.” the idol leaned forward to be in her fellow judge’s line of sight. “j-hope, was it up to standard?”

“it was definitely up to standard they really destroyed the performance. i feel honoured truly.” he chuckled

the entirety of group one laughed at his comment. each of the angels thanking him in their own regard, their pride evident in their faces the entire time. in juxtaposition the camera pans to team two who’s faces look less than impressed with

“overall, i’d say everyone did great today, yes there is definitely room for improvement but and i don’t think i’d be wrong if i said all us judges are proud of every single one of the angels on a successful first week,” sunmi concluded. hyuna and j-hope hummed in agreement and nodded along to every word she said. she sent the angels a reassuring thumbs up to try soothe the obvious nerves of all the angels on stage.

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[ WATCH SOLO PERFORMANCES — HERE ]

[ WATCH GROUP PERFORMANCES — HERE ]

the lights dimmed as the entire mood of the studio shifted.

“even though all our angels deserve to soar high sadly for one angel their wings will be cut.” nova spoke, her serious tone emphasizing the tension in the studio.

“before we show the results here’s a refresher on how voting works: you have been voting all week for your favourite angel and those votes contribute 50 points each. these points are added to the group points.” she looked over at yen to signal her to say her next lines.

“but today’s episode has a special twist,” yen turned to the camera with a pause. “two angels will be going home today.” behind the hosts the angels heads snapped up in panic. none of them were aware of the double elimination.

“the first will be the angel with the lowest rank from the losing team, and the other will be the angel with the lowest overall ranking, even if she’s part of the winning team she’ll leave the show today.”

the silence in the studio was deafening. none of the angels dared say a word as they waited in anticipation for the results. the angels stood in the groups as they linked hands to give each other support.

“without further ado, let’s see the results.” nova spoke directing everyone’s eyes to the screen where everyone’s rankings were plastered.

𝙎𝙀𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆 𝙊𝙉𝙀 : 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂

* every member of group 1 gets 350 points for placing first and every member of group 2 gets 250 points for placing last *

BAEBI - 1450 ( @whileinvenus )

YURI - 1300 ( @cube-vivid )

SUMMER - 1150 ( @se4sonz )

MIMI - 900 ( @inter-stellar-jyp )

RICKY - 850 ( @unholiied )

HAEJU - 800 ( @hcney-moon )

CHLOE - 800 ( @chloekwon )

EDEN - 750 ( @inter-stellar-jyp )

JADE - 750 ( @nct-krown )

AME - 700 ( @triptychexe )

DAHLIA - 650 ( @d3adfl0wers )

JAY - 500 ( @dulcetgg )

yuri brought her hands to her mouth, frozen in shock.

“i was not expecting to make it another week honestly,” she spoke in disbelief. “after being outshined by ricky all week, i thought it was over but here i am!” she giggled covering her mouth to hide the broad smile taking over her features.

baebi hugged her excitedly. her smile not only reflecting her pride in yuri’s high rank but also her own first place rank. pushing aside her dissatisfaction with their team losing she still was proud of what they’d done.

the same positivity was not felt as dahlia and jade saw the score board. as their team came last they knew someone was in jeopardy of going home but neither of them would’ve guessed it would be dahlia.

frozen in shock jade turned to dahlia who’s hand had flown up to her mouth as her eyes welled up. jade made quick movement to comfort dahlia before she fully broke down.

“don’t let them see you cry you know this says nothing about your talent or potential.” she whispered into dahlia’s ear. the older girl nodded along with jade’s words as she took deep breaths. as much as she was balanced now it still didn’t feel fair.

“dahlia doesn’t deserve this. she is one of the most talented girls here.” jade folded her arms as she turned her head to the side. “i can’t believe dahlia is gone and voice crack ricky is in the top 5. it doesn’t feel right.”

on the other team the girls huddle in an excited hug at their teams first place ranking. their teams ranking is what saved ame that week and she knew it. she had the second lowest rank of her team aside from jay who unfortunately had the least votes that week overall.

“at least some people voted for me”, she spoke to the camera as she let out a sigh. “i’ll just have to work extra hard next week,” she nodded as she encourage herself, trying her best to maintain the smile on her face no matter what.

in contrast to the rest of the girls , jay couldn’t keep her facade up. despite the positive energy around her she couldn’t stop the silent sobs that left her. she didn’t want her journey to end so abruptly, she deserved to stay longer mimi hanged her tightly as she let the taller girl cry into her shoulder. her eyes glossed over along with jays as she knew she was going to miss her, jay was one of the girls she’d grown closest to besides eden.

“i’m obviously going to miss jay,” mimi spoke softly wiping away at her tears. “she’s so talented i’m so sad to see her go. this week didn’t showcase her charms to the fullest,” she shook her head sadly as she sniffled.

the two eliminated girls took a step forward standing center stage as the judges said their last words.

“dahlia, how are you feeling?” nova asked as her teammates lovingly rubbed her back.

taking a deep breath dahlia spoke into the mic that was handed to her. “i’m obviously disappointed. our group didn’t go as planned and i just feel like i didn’t get to fully showcase what i’m capable of.” she sniffles loudly towards the end as she tried her best to hold in her tears.

“dahlia, you’re a talented girl. it's sad because it really felt as if you didn’t know why you were here, i couldn’t feel your passion and you need that to sell a performance.” sunmi spoke her eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned.

dahlia nodded, a sad tight lipped smile on her features as she handed to mic back. she was so focused on the rest of the team not messing up as well as feeling cheated out of the roll of main vocalist played against her. and it was too late to try again all she could do is find the spark that once lit a flame of passion in her and try again outside the show.

“jay,” j-hope sighed as the tall girl bowed her head unable to even look at the judges. “it’s sad seeing you go,” he admitted with a pout. “but i think it’s because you just haven’t found your sparkle yet and i think that’s something you have to do outside of ‘seraph’. but don’t give up and keep up the good work , and I’m sure you’ll be the next big thing.” all jay could do was nod, even having been handed the mic she couldn’t speak a word.

the focus shifted from the bottom 2 girls to ame who although safe still looked as distraught as the other angels.

“ame, you were so close to the bottom this week,” hyuna pointed out to which ame nodded her face sullen and disappointed. “you got lucky tonight but don’t let your guard down,” she pointed at the girl, giving her a knowing look. “something needs to change or you’ll be the next to say goodbye.” she warned. ame nodded once again taking a respectful bow.

the cameras focused back on the two hosts as the girls regrouped behind them.

the two girls descended the platform. dahlia wrapped her arm around jay as she still sobbed uncontrollably. the two made their way off stage waving to the remaining angels before exiting the studio completely and making their way to the dorms to pack up their belongings.

“it’s always sad to see and angel take off, especially so early in the show,” yen sighed sadly. nova hummed in agreement,” but sadly that’s how the show goes.”

“but let’s not focus on only the negatives but some positives. ladies and gentlemen give it up for our remaining 10 angels!” nova cheered making the studio erupt in excited claps and cheers. “congratulations girls you’ve made the top 10 out of hundreds of applicants!” the girls cheered once again as their moods lifted a significant amount compared to the somber mood earlier.

“that’s it for this episode! stay tuned to see how the angels spread their wings and soar through weekly challenges and compete to be a part of the ultimate super group !” yen ran over her signature closing line once again, sharing a sweet smile with her cohost

“thanks to everyone who participated and we’ll see you next week !” nova chimed in mirroring yen’s bright smile.

“goodbye !” they chorused as the 2 hosts waved at the camera before it zoomed out to focus on everyone in the studio.

*results below ! *

[isnt-it-loverly]

falling for you// five hargreeves

Warnings: blood and burns

Summary: A mission goes sour and Five quite literally sweeps you off your feet.

Word count: 1300

Requested: jump, I’ll catch you

Author note: first time writing from the prompt list! I also started working on the next part of little birdie so expect that very soon! I also have a few more ideas and requests to do. Thank you so much for the support and love on my fics.

It all started out like any normal day. You and your partner, Five, were assigned a boringly average case. A businessman in 1940 whose death would somehow lead to the fall of the Third Reich. You were just a field worker, so you didn’t care how, you just knew he needed to die. So simple you don’t know why they needed two of you. However if there was one thing you and Five did well together, it was to execute orders. 

The pair of you were a well-oiled machine, you worked in tangent, and you complimented each other nicely. You were the “it couple” of the Commission- everyone wanted to be you. 

Although you were no couple, the relationship was strictly business. Sure, sometimes you shared a bed when your motel was downgraded, our you would help him through a nightmare, or he would always pay for your dinner. He was your confidant, your shoulder to sleep on, your best friend. It had taken a lot for you to reach this point. Both of you were exceedingly closed off and very VERY stubborn. Three years of forced partnership had blossomed into something beautiful. Of course, you two weren’t without fault. You still fought from time to time, every relationship had its hicks and bumps in the road. But you had grown to care for him deeply and you knew that beneath that cold, hard exterior that Five cared for you too. 

The landing was nothing but ordinary. You were in some rinky-dink alleyway in Paris, France. You straightened out your dress that The Handler forced you to wear, claiming that it would help you blend in. You linked your arm with Five’s, and he hummed in response. 

“Let’s get this asshole so I can get out of this stupid dress,” You grumbled in annoyance. 

“I think it’s a nice change of pace from the pantsuit, you look less like an assassin and more like a person,” Five replied with a genuine smile. 

That was certainly weird. Sure Five was nice to you, but with little things like putting extra sugar in his coffee so when you inevitably stole it, it would be the way you like it. Never just an outright compliment, and has he always smiled at you like that? You wrote off your thoughts and decided that maybe he was just in a good mood that morning.

You two headed towards your target's office. Since it was 1940, there was no security system so no need to be discrete. Although you had a flare for the dramatics, the plan was for you to snuff him out yourself and for Five to keep a watch outside in case things went sour. He watched as you walked in the building, a little nervous that you were going in alone but he knew that you were tough as nails. This was a simple case and he was glad to have a break. He stood next to the fire escape, watching the fourth story window like a hawk.  

You waltzed into Mr. Duponte’s office. Your dress was slightly unbuttoned and your lipstick was obnoxiously red. 

“Bonjour,” You spoke like a melody. You could tell that your appearance made him flustered. His cheeks glowed red and his eyes widened. 

“I seem to be lost,” you said, closing the door behind you, “I’m in need of some assistance.” 

“Yes madam, how may- how may I be of service?” He choked, having to clear his throat mid-sentence. 

You moved closer hips swaying as you did, God, this was going to be fun. You hand grazed his cheek, while maintaining eye contact with your other hand wrapped around his tie. You leaned in closer and as he closed his eyes you yanked his tie so his head slammed into his desk. 

“What the fuck?” He stammered.

You pulled out your revolver with a cheeky smile. 

“Don’t ask where I was hiding this, it will only make you blush harder,” You smiled. 

Before you could pull the trigger, he somehow managed to snatch the gun out of your hand, and all while landing a solid punch in the jaw. You rubbed it slightly, surprise and pain evident on your face. 

“Who are you working for? Russia? Scotland Yard?” He shouted, the gun now pointed in your face. 

Shit, you thought to yourself, maybe you shouldn’t have been so cocky. If you survived you would definitely have to hear about this from Five. You raised your hands up, knowing when you’re beat.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been pistol-whipped, but wow did it hurt. When you came too you noticed your wrist was bound to his desk. 

“Sorry sweetheart, but I can’t have you running your mouth to your superiors. Or having them find what’s in this office,” he said in a nervous tone. 

You watched in horror as he dosed the room I’m alcohol and dropped a single match. You screamed and yanked against the desk, trying desperately to get free before the flames reached you. 

Five was now definitely worried, you were taking too long. He knew you liked to mess around but it never took you this long to finish a job. He checked his watch hastily and tapped his foot. Looking up to the window he saw thick black smoke, he felt the breath being sucked right out of his lungs. You were the one constant in his life since the apocalypse and he couldn’t lose you.  

Suddenly he heard the window break, he looked to see a rather large book falling from the sky. You leaned out coughing and gasping for fresh air. The pair of you locked eyes and it felt like Five could breathe again. 

“The target got away, I’m not gonna make it out in time! See if you can catch him” You yelled hoarsely. 

“Not a chance, I’m not leaving while you’re still in there,” He yelled back. 

“Five, believe it or not, but I’m not indestructible, my adrenaline will run out. If the fire doesn’t kill me, falling from the fire escape definitely will. You have to go,” You pleaded. 

He had to think of something quick. Eyeing his surroundings, there was only one thing he could think of. 

“Jump!” 

“Are you crazy?! I just said the fall would kill me!” 

“Just jump damn it, I’ll catch you.” 

You climbed onto the ledge of the fire escape, the blood dripping from your nose and the burn on your hand was excruciating. This confirmed your theory that you would never make it down on your own. You looked at Five and he gave you a hopeful thumbs up. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath- here goes nothing. Just as you jumped Five blinked to the second tier of the fire escape and caught you as you fell past, just like he promised. You both yelled as that was an incredibly stupid plan, but at least you were both alive and out of immediate danger. 

“See, I told you I’d catch you,” He whispered in your ear while pulling you close to his chest. 

“Thank you for not killing me,” You sighed in relief. 

“I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall (Y/n), that’s what partners do,” Five told you. 

Partners. Maybe Five was starting to see you as more than just a business partner, and maybe so were you.  You’re breathing hitched at the thought. You always had each other’s backs, what made this any different. Before you could get lost any further in his words you cleared your throat. 

“Come on, we have to find that guy before the commission has our heads instead,” You said with a small wince. 

“Agreed, but then you’ll let me patch you up,” He stated. 

“Of course, partner.” 

There was definitely something new between the pair. A feeling that hadn't quite been there before.  Maybe not today, but one day soon- perhaps it would blossom into something greater. 

[fangirlyah]

✦kind queen of narnia - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

summary: a new prophecy for the narnia’s kingdom. a new member joining the kings and queens. but...who is it? 

warnings: cursing

word count: 3,597

a/n: mi first edmund one shot, i’m so happy! 

according to the books the ages of the characters should be different, but in this one-shot their ages will be those agreed by wikipedia reasoning with the actors’ age in the year of recording of the second film (it is an approximation):

Peter - 20

Susan - 17

Edmund - 15/16

Lucy - 12

Prince Caspian - 26

narnia, what a place. 

anyone from england would look at y/n and the pevensie brothers in horror if they were told about this beautiful world full of fairytale creatures and landscapes. 

they would probably be frightened if they were told that all narnians were preparing to face the telmarines; it would be their second battle in defence of their beloved lands. 

they would also worry if they were told that there were prophecies dictating the fate of the teenagers. 

the pevensies had been in narnia for a long time. they had grown up and reached adulthood there while time in england had barely passed. their first visit to the dream place had been when edmund was just ten years old and as the prophecy dictated he had betrayed his brother and sisters and then recomposed himself to follow the right path as a faithful ruler of narnia and become king edmund, the just. 

when edmund was twenty years old in the narnian world, a gryphon passed over him and dropped a neatly rolled papyrus. 

when his time on this earth comes to an end

a damsel with the purity of water and the sweetness of honey will get her start 

if you listen well, attachment will flourish 

if you listen badly, there will be pain 

she is made to avoid pain in all

she is made to bring back peace 

that doesn't even rhyme, he thought, and it doesn't make sense either. 

even though the prophecy that had just arrived at his whereabouts was revealed to his brother and sisters, none of them understood, what girl was it talking about? 

everything took on colour, when a thin figure collapsed against lucy at the train station. 

"oh no! i'm so sorry, sweetheart" a girl of about sixteen years of age, apologized sincerely to the little girl who had been moved abruptly by the teenage girl's body. "i thought i was missing my train and i got terribly scared" the y/h/c outlined a sweet smile.

"there is no reason to apologise, we all make mistakes...my name is lucy and these are my brothers and my sister" the little girl stretched out her hand to shake it with y/n’s, while the other pointed behind her to three teenagers in uniform. 

a pretty girl with striking eyes introduced herself as susan, while another slim blond boy said his name was peter. the third was immersed in his search for the train's arrival time, so he did not notice the conversation in front of him, the signs on the station walls  seemed to be more interesting. "he is edmund...sorry he is half a fool" as he heard his name, the raven-haired boy looked up to meet a beautiful and delicate girl laughing at the comment his sister had made. 

"my name is y/n, it is a pleasure to meet you" her gaze travelled through each member of the family leaving them with a smile; when it was edmund's turn her smile did not come down even though the one he showed her was hasty and if she had not been paying attention she would have missed it. 

"where were you about to leave in such a hurry?" peter asked as the five of them move away due to some guards passing at full speed by their side, being all cornered against the wall the best decision they made was to take a seat, side by side, on a bench. 

"my parents live in the countryside of england, and because of my school I haven't seen them for a long time so I didn't want to miss my train" y/n explained feeling the look of all the them. 

"we were on our way there too! we must visit professor kirke, we haven't seen him for a long time" 

that was their first meeting, the first meeting of many. y/n and the pevensies developed the closest and most faithful friendship in the world. they spent all their holidays enjoying the countryside together and when school resumed, they took several trains and walked several blocks just to see each other almost every week. 

and although their meetings were frequent edmund did not always seem pleased by her presence. the months passed and although y/n began to develop a crush on the freckle boy he seemed to ignore her every move. even when she bought his favourite sweets to share with everyone or when she would sneak a compliment on his attire on some special occasion. y/n was good at hiding her feelings so only susan knew and she hoped it would stay that way. 

it was not until the five of them were waiting for their train to leave for their respective boarding school that the action began. 

the train they were to board disappeared and with it the whole station around them, leaving lucy, peter, edmund, susan and y/n standing on a paradise beach. 

the brothers began to walk towards the white sand, leaving the cave where they had landed, followed by a shocked y/n 

"where are we?” when lucy heard y/n's voice she looked at her sister with a smile and then started to run, getting rid of their school uniforms. 

"come on, y/n!" peter shouted as he dipped his feet into the clear water.  

she did not resist and followed her friends, leaving a few clothes to play in the water. 

edmund saw her laughing, with her wet hair, in the sun and remembered how in love he was with the girl he ignored so much. 

"what is it?" asked peter as he saw his brother stop having fun; edmund couldn't admit that the sight of y/n had knocked him out so he had to improvise.

"where do you suppose that we are? 

"it's pretty obvious, isn't it? we are in narnia” by this time, the girls had stopped their water fight and were paying attention to the boys. 

"well...i don't remember any ruins in narnia”

"narnia?! you must be joking?!" y/n exclaimed. 

"yes, narnia" peter said, looking at her as if nothing was happening. 

"but...narnia...the narnia you told me as a story from when you were children?"

"they are not stories..."

with that, the brothers began to tour the meadows where, 1300 years ago, cair paravel was located. where now only ruins remained of what had been their home. 

the surprise of y/n was not erased and even less so when they found the prophecy that dictated their destiny. 

"edmund! this was the prophecy that appeared to you” susan was right but edmund did not want y/n to know that for some magical reason the prophecy had come to HIS hands. 

"what? a prophecy about me?" y/n posed her body next to peter who had the paper in his hands. 

"no one enters narnia without a purpose" the little pevensie sister explained.

"there is no way i can be this girl! i have no talent, i am not so-" 

peter interrupted her by placing his hands on the girl's thin shoulders. 

"you may think so, but narnia and its magic is more powerful than ourselves and our supposed abilities" 

edmund had to swallow hard not to go and take the girl from his brother's arms. he had no right to take her away. edmund did not know how to approach her so their contact was minimal, to the misfortune of both of them. 

those days continued peacefully and then chaos erupted throughout the kingdom. 

aslan disappeared and newcomer caspian caused maximum tension. 

although the pevensie, caspian, and trumpkin had taken it upon themselves to make her aware of what was going on around her, she was still afraid. she had many people trusting her actions and that they would return the peace. 

she had always been a leader and narnia was no exception. y/n was equal to peter and caspian in decision making as she was cunning and quick in making decisions but when it came to attacking came her weakness. there was no feeling inside her body that would leave her conscience clear if she killed or injured any human or creature. 

although edmund kept his countenance neutral when it came to her, his heart melted whenever she mentioned her lack of courage to hold a weapon and go on the attack. 

"y/n, you coming?" caspian turned on his axis before leaving for the battle on the castle of miraz. 

"i can help with maps, plans and strategies but with this...i can't, sorry”  

edmund had heard several creatures criticize the girl's lack of courage to confront a hand-to-hand fight; and he could not help but think that he maybe was disappointed by her attitude too.

"why is she here if she can't even pick up a weapon, of any kind, without shaking?" the freckled boy would adjust his armor before going into battle. 

"don't be mean, edmund. she is too good to go out and kill someone" his older sister tried to talk some sense into him, especially because before edmund entered the room where susan was, y/n had retired just a few seconds before but susan knew that she was not far enough not to hear their conversation; and hear the boy who she liked talk so badly about her would not be a nice moment.

"or she's too much of a coward" was a fact, y/n was listening to the whole conversation, as she felt her heart breaking.  

"if she bothers you so much that she doesn't fight, show her. you are the best at using the sword in combat in all of narnia" 

"I won't" at the end of the day he wasn't so brave after all. 

now it was y/n who ignored him. whether in meetings or in their free time, she did not even give him a glance and he noticed. because edmund was very attentive to what she was doing or not doing, so it was not difficult for him to see her practicing with prince caspian her fighting, on the beach, more than one afternoon while he went for his walks.

it hurt him but he knew that her distancing was his fault.  

caspian did not question the reason for the girl's drastic change, he only offered to help her and she accepted. 

they spent hours covered in sweat and sand but she did not seem to mind, she wanted to prove a point to edmund and herself. her days were divided into training, alone or with others, and creating plans and strategies. her rest was almost non-existent and her tired figure was beginning to show. her breakfasts were short and quick like any other meal of the day. she ate with her head down and conversed with anyone but edmund. 

one cool night edmund tried to sleep in his large room but the sound of a sword moving and colliding with a shield prevented him from doing so. from the high window it was impossible for him to decipher where it came from but he assumed that it meant no danger as none of the guards seemed alert; but he still descended in search of the owner of the sound. 

when he entered the courtyard below his room he saw her. covered in sweat and with her sword in her hand as she moved abruptly against an armament tied to a tree. edmund found y/n’s invention very ingenious and was even more surprised to see her move almost perfectly, it seemed almost natural to her.  

"what are you doing here at this hour?" after minutes of watching her from a few meters away, the younger pevensie brother approached. 

"I could ask you the same thing" y/n did not even move her eyes, she just approached the tree to accommodate the armor tied with leather. 

"I was trying to sleep but an unbearable noise woke me up, Ijust wanted to know who was causing it...now I know" 

“I didn't know it was so annoying" edmund still couldn't see her face.'' I'll stop now..." 

gently, despite being preparing to go out and kill men and creatures, she put her sword in its compartment hanging from her hip, and then dried her face with a wet piece of cloth.

"why are you doing this anyway?" 

"some people don't believe me strong enough to fulfill the prophecy...they think I'm a coward" y/n looked into his eyes for the first time and edmund understood what she meant. 

"you should stop. you look exhausted, besides I didn't-" 

"keep it to yourself..." already when she had passed the freckle boy's body petrified in the garden, y/n continue "and it seems that it is never enough, so yes. if I need to keep practicing"  

edmund knew that she was absolutely right. before she started her daily combat lessons, she gave everything she had from what she could. she had taken risks and was adapting to being the future queen of a place, which until a while ago, was completely unknown for her. 

y/n would not admit it but that night she cried like never before. she did not know exactly if it was tiredness, confusion, sadness or that she was heartbroken. but whatever the right choice was, that night she fainted in a tearful dream without managing to take off her sweaty clothes. 

the next morning she appeared at breakfast as if nothing had happened. clean and unpolluted in a freshly washed and ironed dress that accentuated every attribute she had. lucy had heard her crying and was dying to ask what was so terrifying that made her cry like that, but seeing her serious countenance when y/n saw her brother sitting at the table, despite her young age, lucy easily put it together. 

after preventing jadis, the white witch, return to narnia. caspian and his allies had no choice but to confront the troops of miraz in front of the altozano. meanwhile, lucy and susan were leaving in search of aslan. y/n did not go with them. she remained at the site of the battle.

when everyone was out ready to fight, so was she. edmund had seen her keep medical supplies anywhere in the armour she found space with the intention of helping any wounded being she might encounter. he felt extremely guilty; she did not want to be there and should not have been. she could have quietly stayed in the shelter ready to help anyone who came looking for a hand but he had pressed her with words he did not even feel. 

to gain time the camp became a personal battle between peter and miraz. both begin to fight to the death. both armies gathered around the stone platform where the two men were fighting hand to hand. edmund looked at y/n who was standing next to a centaur with her perfectly placed weaponry; her serious countenance hid any doubt or fear that her brain was processing. 

although the elder pevensie managed to have a dying miraz in front of him, peter did not kill him.

"you are too much of a coward to take a life, king peter?" miraz, despite being on his knees almost dead, kept on fighting.

"it's not mine to take" 

with that said, the blond man stepped back to give the sword to y/n; who looked at them perplexed. she understood that she must do so to fulfill the prophecy. she had all eyes on her and her trembling hands that took the sword and stood before the wounded man. 

edmund saw tears welling up in her beautiful eyes as she looked down at miraz. y/n placed the tip of the sword on the man's neck with her chest rising and falling violently. 

the freckled boy wanted to run towards her to hug and kiss all her nerves and fears away but he couldn't. 

as the seconds passed and the girl did not move from her place, a laugh was heard in the telmarine’s army and that was the limit.

edmund gently approached the girl and placed his hands on top of the sword taking it out of her hands 

"let go, it's okay" he whispered as, with the help of his hands, he pushed her back to where she was before. 

by that point the tears had already come out of her eyes and at that moment she felt like a real coward. she felt the disappointed looks despite her head being down and the tall stature of edmund in front of her limiting her view. 

"stupid girl, this is not the girl of the prophecy! she is just an idio-" 

when edmund wanted to turn around and finish the work that peter had started, an arrow pierced miraz’s chest and chaos began. 

despite her blurred vision, y/n remained on the battlefield. she had escaped from edmund's side when the war cries were first heard. 

although she did not use her sword she was fast enough to escape the attacks and manage to help those wounded in the meadows. 

the two armies were facing each other in battle and when the narnians were about to lose, lucy found aslan. the lion awakened the narnian trees, allowing them to come to the aid of the narnian army. 

amidst the screams and sounds of colliding swords, aslan called out to the water god, who drowns much of the telmarine army. 

and the war is over.

in the midst of the destruction, everyone begins to celebrate with smiles on their faces despite the large number of narnians lost in battle, there was cause for celebration. 

the pevensies had met aslan and on the seashore, they were enjoying a good chat. 

"where is y/n y/l?" asked aslan curiously "she fulfilled the prophecy perfectly" 

"but she was not who killed miraz, it was caspian who had to see the kingdom free" trumpkin seemed upset and the desire to kick his little figure flourished in edmund. 

"you don't need to kill someone to restore peace and help your people" 

with that said, edmund began to look for her with his eyes...and found her. sitting on a stone, passing a natural ointment on a faun’s arm. 

at that moment the boy understood that y/n should not learn to fight and use weapons to save narnia. with her kindness, intelligence and healing skills it was more than enough. he wanted to tell her. he wanted to tell her what an idiot he had been in wanting to force her to do something she was not even meant to do. 

without saying a word edmund ran off in her direction. 

when y/n saw him quickly approaching her, she stood up from her place and watched him as he arrived and took her arm to walk into the forest. 

"I know what you are going to say and I am sorry..." as soon as the boy slowed down his pace the two faced each other in the middle of the forest lighted by rays of sunshine piercing the tree leaves. they were less than a metre away and yet edmund wanted to be even closer "I know you are disappointed in me, I know you all are... but i could not, ok?! I just could not! I cannot be queen of narnia with this attitude, I did not make it. I did not fulfill the prophecy and now-" 

edmund took his face with both hands and brought it close to him, silencing her hasty and nervous speech; in less than a second both were immersed in a deep kiss that y/n took a few seconds to reciprocate due to her surprise. her hands travelled to his chest covered by the narnian battle uniform as his hands caress her cheeks softly.

the kiss was quick but sweet, as if they were frustrated romantics who had not been able to kiss each other for centuries. 

when the kiss broke both chests went up and down as if they had finished running a marathon, but despite this they could not let go. now edmund's arms were wrapped around her and her arms caressed his neck as they looked at each other. 

"you saved narnia without the need to kill anyone, you earned narnia without using force if not kindness" 

"you're not disappointed?" a slight surprise occupied the boy’s body. 

"all your training and you coming out to fight today, was because of me?" 

"I just...just wanted to be enough for you" y/n was sincere, there was no need to lie. 

"the conversation you heard between susan and me was a mistake, I would never be disappointed in you and you are far, far away from being a coward and you proved that from the minute you set foot in this kingdom" 

she rested her forehead on his as a response. 

"I am so in love with you" he sighed realizing the chill that ran through the girl's body. 

"today is your lucky day king edmund, because i am more in love with you" a small laugh broke out from both of them. 

"impossible" 

with that said, they both joined in another kiss. this time a slow one. they had all the time in the world.

after all they were king and queen of narnia, no one could rush them.

[bucky-iss-bae]

The Best Assassin (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N - You guys, two one shots, in two days. This is as good as it gets really. JOKE. I wanna do morreee. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Prompts/Summary: Its Movie night in the Avengers compound. 

Warnings: Spoilers for John Wick Kinda fluffy, just idiots being idiots. 

Word Count: 1300

Masterlist

Walking through the compound with your blanket and pillows meant one thing. Movie nights. Every now and then, the team and their close ones got together, and you were fortunately apart of their close ones since you and Bucky started to date.

It was always fun as you grew up as Sam’s best friend, and then got replaced by Steve and Bucky, to then steal bucky. That’s a joke, well its not, Sam set you and Bucky up, it was great, you and Bucky could tease Sam. And bullying Sam was the best.

“You know, your ass looks amazing in those shorts. Maybe we should skip out on movie night and just go have some fun” Bucky commented from behind you,

Turned your head towards him, he was stood with a cheeky smile on his face, “Ain’t nothing wrong with that sweetheart” He said slapping your ass as he walked past,

You glared at him, and then his peach, running past him and slapping his ass in the process causing him to yelp out and you to giggle as you ran towards the common area.

“Why you…” he grumbled, seconds later you were wrapped up in one of his arms, as he then threw you down on the couch that the two of you would be sharing as he tickled you,

“Oh c’mon guys” Sam said pushing you apart and sitting between the two of you, “Nope, nuh uh, no funny business. We got John Wick on tonight. Keanu Reeves in one of his finest”

“Who the fuck is Keanu Reeves?” Bucky asked sighing and sitting on the other side of Sam, although he was sending daggers into his head as he sat between you both.  

“The Matrix” Nat said as she sat down getting comfortable, if anyone saw the way the avengers were sat around right now, no one would believe they were earths greatest defence.

“Ohh, that guy. Okay… okay.”

“You still have no clue, do ya Buck?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows,

“Not gonna lie bud, it all still goes over my head”

“Find that hard to believe when Y/N is constantly making pop culture references. Honestly her and Peter, the bane of my life. Its hell. I seem old compared to her, and we’re the same age” Sam said, you and Peter shared a look, he became your little brother.  

“Yeah but… you gotta get with the times man. Get TikTok, maybe follow a few meme pages on Instagram. You’ll catch up in no time”

“Which leads me to say, I ain’t ever seen two pretty best friends, always one of them gonna be ugly” Peter said looking between you and Sam,

“It ain’t me. What the fuck does that even mean? Who’s ugly? Are you on about me and Buck, Bucky and Steve, Me and Y/N?” Sam asked while everyone was settling in,

You just laughed after hearing that on TikTok all day today, you were pretty sure Bucky had also heard it.

“I’m the pretty one” you yelled, “I dibs it. Now move” you said to Sam,

“Yo, I definitely ain’t moving now.”

“It’s just something on TikTok. Don’t worry” Peter said to Sam, “Now I heard the iconic Keanue reeves is on tonight”

“What is this John Wick even about” Bucky grumbled,

“No one spoil it. It’s sad, it’ll make you cry” You told him,

“Hey, no, I thought it was an action film” He said,

“It is… Wait what if it triggers him?” Bruce asked,

“It’s also about assassins. Will it trigger you?”

“Probably if Sam’s sat next to me” Bucky said causing a few to laugh,

“Okay, fine. I’m moving, I don’t want to be on his winter solider side for the hundredth time. Y/N, come on, lets switch”

You grinned at that getting up and switching with Sam, Bucky held his arm out for you to cuddle into, his chest your own personal pillow,

“Ya’ll make me sick” he grumbled, “Fucking sat there reminding my ass of how single I am” Sam grumbled watching the two of you,

You stuck your tongue out at him and he just shook his head,  

“Also Morgan wants a child friendly film next time. She’s excited to have a sleepover, sad that she’s not here” Tony said causing Clint to laugh, “Oh, yeah. My kids are the same, they’ll all probably make a plan tonight to worm their way into us watching Moana or Brave or some Disney film”

“Yo, I am down. Let them join us, we’ll have a Disney movie marathon, and I’ll find all the films I can cry at” You said knowing that you’ve tried to put Disney films out there, and if it means the kids join, you won’t complain.

Soon enough someone put the film on and you all sat around watching it, a lot of bickering amongst someone stealing all the popcorn, a lot of tears at the dog scene, it was horrible. It nearly made you cry, although Steve pointed out how he recognised the guy from Game of Thrones. You were impressed, he’s getting there.

After that silence took over, the film being action packed, and revenge driven. You figured, if anyone ever hurt your dog, you would 100% get someone to train you to do exactly what John Wick does.

“Yo, Y/N” Sam said calling you during the film, “If you had to choose, who’s your favourite assassin”

Your lips began to move before you could stop yourself, “John Wick, no cap”

You felt eyes on you as soon as you said that, realising you were currently using the best assassin of his time as a pillow, your jaw dropped at your own answer, wanting to laugh but figured, it may not be wise.

“The fact that you added no cap at the end of it” Peter said fake flinching at it,

“In my defence,”

“Go on sweetheart, in your defence. At this rate you’ll be spending the night on this couch”  

A few oohhs erupted around the room making you want to laugh more, “In my defence, I fancied Keanu Reeves when he was in Speed. And no, listen, I forgot okay.”

“You forgot what my profession is? And then continue to talk about how you fancied the man in another film” he asked, you turned your head up looking at him, he tried to look hurt but you knew your man, he had mischief in his eyes,

Someone had paused the film to laugh at the interaction between the two of you, “Got a lot of making up to do huh Y/N” Wanda joked wiggling her eyebrows,

“Although, I do see the similarities between John Wick, and James Barnes, I mean the long hair for starters”

“The Russian assassin part. Although I’m sure the guy had his own red room” Nat said,

“And I’m sure they both have a hair care routine” Peter said pretending to film his own hair,

“Ohh, let’s not forget the killing part” Sam added,

“You think Bucky could do what he does in the second one?” Natasha asked Sam,

“Let’s give him a pencil and send him into a bar”

“I would start sticking up for Bucky saying he defo can, but like it’ll seem like I’m just trying to get on his good side. So let’s just you know, watch the film. And all agree that we all love john wick”

“You don’t make this better for yourself huh?” Sam asked causing you to kick his thigh but giggle at the same time, as someone played the film you looked up to see Bucky staring at you adoringly, you don’t know why, but clearly, he didn’t hate you for the comment. Maybe it was because you see him more as an assassin, and that’s what he always fears, people only see him for that.

“I love you” He whispered only for you to hear,

“I love you too baby” You said before kissing his cheek and laying back down, he wrapped his arm around you tighter as the two of you laid there watching the film.

AN - I wrote this in one sitting because a few days ago I was watching John Wick and mentioned how he’s one of my fave assassins and my sister was like bro Bucky is literally an assassin and I was like damnnn I really be do having a type.