#mentioned swangs

[anakinstwinklebunny]

what about nerd! anakin as spiderman head cannons

SPIDERMAN!ANAKIN HEAD CANONS 🕷️🕸️

(whoever wrote this, I love you, I adore you please come back 🙏)

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who constantly uses your window to get inside your room. He would always knock softly on it, waiting for you to open

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who goes to you after his every mission always wanting you to check and take care of his bruises/wounds. Even if it's just a small scratch he would still go to you, having in mind that it's just an excuse to spend more time in your presence

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who ALWAYS asks for kisses on his already treated wounds/bruises. Anything. He'd just ask for a kiss, pretending it still hurts and that only your lips will help

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who has a very specific way to take you on the dates. He'd appear by your window, again, in his suit to only grab you by the waist and swang through the city on his spider-web (sometimes, to tease you, would throw you in the air before catching you again with a grin under his mask as you clung all scared onto him)

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who makes his web in school's chemistry class, pretending to do some school's project

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves to spend time with you as "basic" anakin that isn't a guy in red suit, making the media wild. He'd often buy you flowers, standing at your doors with this cute smile

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves star wars and would often tell you everything he knows about them while his head is on your chest, your hand twirled in his hair

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who makes sure you're all safe when you go back to home after school

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who teasingly leaves small notes in your locker, initiating things he wants to do with you. Bet he'd call himself things like "your friendly neighbornhood spiderman"/ "your dearest spiderman" at the end of the note

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves when you kiss him while he's hanging upside down on his web

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves when you call him; spider guy, spidey, spider boy

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who would get more confident within himself after spider's bite (his body being more toned and defined). He'd move his arms in different angles to tease you while his muscles flex

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves to have you on his lap. Putting red lipstick on you so you could leave lip prints on his face

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who's obsessed with you wearing red/blue colours for obvious reasons

TW: mentions of smut

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who definitely uses his web to tie your hands while making love to you, knowing how much it'll piss you off since you love touching his body. Or use it to cover your mouth to muffle your moans

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves your plump thighs. Would leave small kisses on your soft skin while you're laying on his bed, scrolling through your phone.

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who leaves bite marks on your neck to mark you

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who loves to take his time with you. Would never take things forward without foreplay

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who's addicted to your breasts. He'd give them more attention than on other spots. His slim fingers would play or squeeze them, rolling his thumb over your hardening nipple while watching with delightful eyes as your breath hitches

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who takes you slow and hard, groaning/whimpering compliments/words of encouragement like; "shh..just a little bit more"/ "eyes on me when i fuck you, baby..c'mon"/ "mine.." he grunted "only mine"/ "ahh--atta girl..making me all proud and happy, taking it so good like that"

"oh..i--" you breathed out "i--can't take this"

"c'mon sweetheart" he grunted, slowly starting to thrust forward "you've taken worse than this. You can handle me..we'll go nice and slow, hm?"

🕷️ Spiderman!anakin who can't go without giving you an aftercare after taking your ability to walk 🕸️

I want to dedicate this to @yrsjune that account is deactivated now, missing you love <3

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[httpsserene]

ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏ ɢᴏʟꜰɪɴɢ ᴡ/ ʟɴ4

📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: maybe you shouldn’t be late to any event you go to, or bare minimum don’t make any bets you know you’re not going to win. having no hand-eye coordination is not great when you’re being forced to play golf.

📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: i think i’m funny. one or two dirty jokes. and reader does have a lil injury (nothing bad). not edited at all 😎

📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: the doc says 900 words?? it feels longer idk

📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando x black!fem!reader (it’s mainly twitch trio focused-alex,george & lando)

📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smau

📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀ��ᴄᴋ: swang • rae sremmurd

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: i’d like to remind everyone that the people asked for this hellscape! you 🫵🏽 asked for it. it’s long, like LONG. anyways: max is definitely the type of dude to use the cat emojis. my bad to my charles girlies, he did not make the cut for this 😔 i had to get rid of like three or four ig posts and stories to make this all fit into one tblr post, and none of that had charles content 🫠. also, the plot damn near ran away from me, but it’s barely there—it’s kinda more friend focused than lando x reader until the end! uh there’s one part in here that was inspired by tik tok comments, y’all will know which one 😅 inspired by the fact that my brother hit me with a golf club when i was a child 🙂i think i’m pretty funny so i hope you guys find this funny asl, otherwise what did i do this for?

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georgerussell63

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georgerussell63: off to a terrible start for golf day. my girlfriends “wife” is crashing the party, and my mates gf is already -4 after two holes 🙂

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lilymhe: light work 💪🏼 no reaction🥱

user: not his girlfriend’s wife ☠️

➥ user: who does he think keeps carmen’s bed warm when he’s not at home???

alex_albon: welcome to watch mojo! and today we’re counting down our top 10 times our gf’s ditch us for each other 🤨

➥ user: and?

➥ user: what else are they supposed to do alexander 😀

y/ninstagram: put some respeCK on my name princling, or next time i see u its on sight 😡 im aiming the golf club straight at you

➥ georgerussell63: you can’t even hit the golf ball in under three tries, or aim anywhere near the holes

➥ georgerussell63: i think i’ll be fine

➥ y/ninstagram: 😟😐 i'll remember this george william russell, ur asking for it

carmenmmundt: george failed to mention that he’s +3 already

➥ georgerussell: like, literally nobody asked you to say that 😒

➥ landonorris: drag him !!! he doesn’t get to say shit about our wife 😤

➥ carmenmmundt: *my wife

➥ user: lmfaooo im 💀

alex_albon

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alex_albon: ladies and gentlemen, introducing: *my* girlfriend 🤤✨

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y/ninstagram: we MUST stay focused sisters

y/ninstagram: gawd damn‼️ wifey could hit me with that golf club any day

➥ carmenmmundt: fuck the club, i’ll let her run me over w the cart🥴

lilymhe: next hole, i’ll show you guys what a proper stoke is 😏

➥ lilymhe: since our bf’s seem to underperform…on the golf course obv

➥ user: AYOOO?!!

➥ carmenmmundt: okay 😇

➥ y/ninstagram: why r my thighs wet rn

➥ user: dO THEY KNOW THIS IS PUBLIC

alex_albon: i’m at a loss for words

➥ landonorris: this is literally your fault

➥ georgerussell63: can’t believe you mate 🫤

➥ alex_albon: how is this MY fault??! whattddiddiddoo

lilymhe • 5hrs ago

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y/ninstagram: idk y ur complaining? the cart is parked. on its side, but it’s parked😊

carmenmmundt: i think we’ve punished ourselves

alex_albon: should’ve left her ass at home like i said 😒

francisca.cgomes: idk even know why y’all let her drive the cart😨

y/ninstagram • 4 hrs ago

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maxfewtrell: ur joeeee kingggg. ur joe king 😐

francisca.cgomes: i wouldn’t even trust u with the scorecard—but pop off !!! girl boss shit

danielricciardo: SO I HAD TO, GRIND LIKE THAT TO SHINE LIKE THIS 🗣️🗣️‼️💯

lando.jpg

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lando.jpg: “i have the highest score out of everybody here! +26 up on y’all hoes!” - y/n

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lando.jpg: BRO SAID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING 🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥

➥ maxfewtrell: SHE SOUNDS FIRE 🔥 ON MUTE ‼️💯

lilymhe: SHE GOT A HIDDEN TALENT 🔥🔥🔥 KEEP IT HIDDEN 🔥🔥🔥

➥ alex_albon: no talent ✅ JUST STRAIGHT ASS 💯💯🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

georgerussell63: THIS IS FIRE 🔥 PUT IT OUT ‼️

user: SHE SPITTING BARS 💯💯💯 PUT HER BEHIND THEM 🔥🔥🔥

user: THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD WHEN THIS HITS 🗣️🔥🔥

user: WE STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM 🔥🔥🔥 NOW WE’RE DIGGING 🗣️🗣️🔥💯‼️🙌🏽🙌🏽

y/ninstagram: y u hurt me 😪

➥ carmenmmundt: i think you’re underrated, honestly &lt;; 3

➥ y/ninstagram: aw ty carmie :)

➥ carmenmmundt: I HOPE IT STAYS THAT WAY 🥶🥶‼️‼️🙌🏻🙌🏻

➥ y/ninstagram: bee-eff-eff-aur: be FUCKING for real 😒

y/ninstagram • 3 hrs ago

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maxverstappen1: i don’t want to laugh—man who TF am i kidding 😹😹😹

alexandrasaintmleux: how THE fuck did u manage to give yourself a concussion??!

carlossainzjr: pobrecita😪 how 😭 terrible 😭 can you tell lando to come over when ur done

carlossainzjr: hello

carlossainzjr: niña i can see you reading my messages

landonorris

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landonorris: thank you for all the wishes about y/n (not u carlos, you’re in time out). she only has a mild concussion, and verbally assaults me when i wake her up every two hours 😒 to make sure she’s alive 🤗

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landonorris: god forbid i stop her from dying 😱

➥ carlossainzjr: heyyy be nice to her she’s in another world right now

➥ landonorris: u r not slick sainz. don’t expose our affair to my gf when she’s injured

➥ carlossainzjr: she won’t even remember this 🥺

➥ user: sir👁️👄👁️, this is a wendy’s drive through

➥ user: they know this on the internet 4ever right…?

lilymhe: this girl swung the club, missed the ball, and let go of the damn club no follow through

➥ carmenmmundt: it hit the ground and ricocheted back at her

➥ alex_albon: and she got knocked on the forehead hard asl

➥ georgerussell63: the noise it made was hilarious 😂 y’all should’ve been there

➥ user: geORGE WILLIAM????

➥ georgerussell63: i’m mad we didn’t get it on video smh 😔

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[notapradagurl7]

Thinkin’ Bout You.

BlackFem!/Plus Size Reader x Joey Bada$$.

Summary: You and Joey were roommates in your apartment and coming back from the summer break, he helped you put your stuff up into in your room until he brought up the one-night stand that happened between the two of you on the day before summer break.

Taglist: @henneseyhoe @megamindsecretlair @satoruya @siqueth @caashmoneynae @avoidthings @sageispunk @cvpidvsq @soft-persephone @life-in-the-slut-house @kindofaintrovert @hxneyclouds @meech667 @last-lost-one @lesbiantreehugger @westside-rot @keyera-jackson @euphorichappiness10 @swavydadon @thecookiebratz @kayla-charmanderrr96 @kaywopp @euphoriagrae @blackelysian @playgurlxoxo @planetblaque @myadalastdon @desiresiwant @moihasarrived @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @blackerthings @harmshake @vile-harlot @suckmybigtoe2 @browngirldominion @thecapodomme @daprettycancer @ingeniestrance @roeroe-world @babybratzmaraj @kprivqooo

( Requested by @naj-ay444 )

A/N: don't forget to reblog, comment and like to support your favorite writers.

Warnings: PWP, praise, dirty talk, degradation kink, spanking, straight-up fifth, profanity, erotic asphyxiation/choking, nipple play, facesitting, consensual for both parties, confession. Unprotected sex(wrap it up)

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Your deep brown eyes fixed on the brown dresser with your hands steadily moving the small books in place and organizing a few personal items, the subtle grunt from your roommate made you spin on your sock-covered feet. The man walked across the medium-sized bedroom with a box in his hand, the walls surrounding them were painted in sage green and decorated with small framed pictures of art.

“Do you need help with the box JoJo?” You asked in concern, raising your brows at him.

Your black locs were held up a bun, your dark brown skin and brown eyes. Your curvy body, sported a black shirt, sweatpants, and socks that matched in color. Your hands stuffed in your pockets.

You watched Joey carry the last box into your bedroom, he grunted as he lifted the box and your eyes saw his muscles flexing, the moonlight dancing on his dark skin. Butterflies flew in her stomach, your face grew warm from gazing at him.

Jo-Vaughn shook his head and replied, "Nah, I got it. Just trying to be a good roommate and good friend, you know?"

"Well, I appreciate it. It's nice to have some help after coming back from break. I missed our little apartment." You chuckled lightly, your eyes roaming the place.

"So do I, it's good to be back in our domain, I’ll be back shorty, I’m gonna put this box away” Joey mentioned kindly, nodding in agreement.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, your mind racing with memories of that passionate night before summer break. The two of you lived together in the apartment for almost 6 years, it was a comfortable and familiar space.

You worked at your job while Joey was working as well, spent your evenings smoking a blunt or two, shared laughter and late-night conversations.

“Okay, I'll be right here.” You mentioned back to him, leaning against the wall.

But now, as you stood in your bedroom, the weight of that night hung heavy in the air. Would things go back to normal? Could you pretend like it never happened? The questions swirled in your mind, threatening to consume you.

He opened the box and picked the rod and light green curtains, Jo-Vaughn carefully hooked the light green curtains on the sliver pole of her small square-shaped window, gently pulling them apart and closing the curtain.

Jo-Vaughn sported a white tank top with matching sweatpants, and a gold chain swang around his neck. The pants sagged a bit, showing off his boxers.

He thought about that night with you as well, he dicked you down like he had something to prove.

He picked up the empty box and gently folded it thin, walking out of your room. He stepped into the empty room that either of you lived in, setting it down in the back closet, before walking into your room.

Turning his attention back to you. His dark eyes met yours as he walked through the door of your room. The tension hung in the air between the two of you.

“There’s somethin’ I need to ask you Y/N, it’s really important.” He replied in a soft tone, biting down his lip.

“You know you can tell me anything Joey,” You reassured him firmly, having a feeling about what he was going to ask you.

His black locs styled in two-strand twists gradually swayed as he sat down on the edge of your bed, his brown eyes locked with yours.

“Do you remember the night between us at Gemma’s party before summer break?” He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your breath hitched at his words, the memories flooding back to you in vivid detail. The way his hands had roamed your body, Joey dicked you down so good, the way his lips pressed against yours, the handprint he left on your ass, You swallowed hard, trying to compose yourself as you met his gaze.

"Of course, I remember," you replied softly, fiddling with your fingernails. Your eyes moved from the floor then back to him.

You paused, your heart racing a bit as you remembered the night they had shared. You cleared your throat, trying to play it cool. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"Joey, we said we wouldn't bring it up," you reminded him softly, your voice firm yet gentle.

Jo-Vaughn nodded while pursing his lips briefly, his eyes locked with yours again. But he was falling with you, butterflies flew in his stomach whenever he was around you.

“I know, I know but I can't stop thinkin’ 'bout you, the way your body squirmed under me, those pretty faces you've made while I was eatin’ you out and those moans you made, drove me crazy,” Jo-Vaughn admitted, his voice raised an octave.

For the first time, he was speechless and didn’t know what else to say. Jo-Vaughn was tongue-tied every time he was around you. The admission caught you off guard. You had expected him to brush it off, to act like it didn't matter.

As the memory flooded, you could feel the familiar heat pooling between your thick thighs. You tried to push those thoughts away, to focus on the present moment.

“Being this close to you, it’s driving me crazy..” He murmured, moving his locs from his face.

You have a clear recollection of the party night right before summer break, where both you and Gemma were invited and decided to have a good time before embarking on a trip together.

After consuming a few alcoholic beverages while sitting together on the couch, you rose to your feet and seized his hand, drawing him towards you and onto the dance floor. The intoxicating effect of the liquor had swiftly emboldened you.

You used to be reserved and hesitant when meeting new people, and even among those you were familiar with, you only revealed your true character.

The smooth R&B played through the ebony twin speakers, the smell of weed, cologne, and perfume hung in the air, Joey and you found yourselves dancing closely, the heat of the bodies in the crowded room adding to the intensity of the moment. The way his hands moved along your curves, the way his lips brushed against your neck.

The way his eyes bore into yours, pulling him closer to your face, breath fanning across each other's faces, a subtle mix of alcoholic fruity punch and candy.

Your heads leaned in gradually, lips meeting in a soft, yet passionate kiss. The music faded as the connection between the two of you intensified, lip-locking and tongue-kissed you sloppily, his hands roaming down your curves and gripping your ass with your permission.

Eventually, the two of you made your way through the hallways of Gemma’s house, stumbling through the door with drunk laughter and teasing remarks like “I can't believe we just did that" and "I hope Gemma didn't see us."

Once inside the bedroom next to Gemma’s and clothes were tossed out haphazardly. The sound of your moans and the bed creaking fills the room.

“I'm pretty sure she saw you shoving your tongue down my throat,” You replied in a sarcastic tone, chuckling at him.

“Oh? She did? Can I shove somethin’ else down yo’ throat,” Joey teased back, biting down on his lips.

"Is that so?" You smirked, playfully pulling him close. "Well, you'll have to earn that privilege again."

Joey chuckled, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Challenge accepted."

The memory of that night flooded your mind, the way Joey had taken charge and pleasured you in ways you had never experienced before.

After that night, the two of you made your way back to the apartment. Sleeping softly in your bed with Joey, the memories of the night etched in both of your brains. The hangover took over immediately.

Even though you and Joey maintained your friendship and spent time together, you harbored hidden feelings and desired a deeper connection with him.

“I hoped that it wouldn't be weird between us, sex made it worse Joey.”

“I don't just want sex from you, I only want you Y/N.”

He rose from the bed and approached you, maintaining a respectful distance as his gaze traced the contours of your body, lingering on your curves and dips.

You had already crossed the line with him at the party that night, knowing deep down that there was no way to undo what had happened.

"I secretly wanted this to be more with you and I couldn't stop thinking about you either,” you confessed lovingly, her lips forming into a playful grin.

Joey’s grin rested on his face, stepping closer to you, their bodies almost touching. The sexual tension hung in the air, he brought his face a bit closer. His breath fanned across your face, a mix of peppermint and weed.

“What’s stopping you Y/N?” He asked seductively, smirking at the woman.

Your face gradually leaned into his, closing the gap between them, your lips pressed against his, soft and plump just like you remembered. Tilting their heads on opposite sides together, only to deepen the kiss between them.

Wrapping your arms around him as he did the same, his lips were soft against hers, backing away from the wall only to gently plop on her bed, you on top of him which he adorned, he loved how you took control. The kiss ended with a soft smack, his hand roaming up your tank top, feeling no bra underneath.

It didn't block the friction when his fingers tugged at your nipples, “Your nipples are already hard," he whispered, his tongue flicking onto your nipple, wrapping his arm around him.

His plump lips suckling on your nipple while his freehand hand fondled your left breast. Your essence trickling down your thigh to his tip, Joey moaned at the feeling.

Sliding both of their tank tops off and sweatpants, their underwater as well, throwing them across the bedroom floor, now they were out of the way.

His hand roamed between your thighs, “May I?” he asked gently, you nodded quickly, “Yes, baby please..” you murmured, his middle finger and ring finger gently rubbing your wet folds.

You let out a soft moan, feeling your body respond to his touch. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, you needed him inside of you. To feel him again, he was yours and you were his. “You’re grippin’ my fingers already..” He groaned against your neck.

Your hands balled up in the blanket, Joey kissed your neck, collarbone and decorated your dark brown skin with hickeys, his fingers moved in and out of your entrance, and your hips rolled with the teasing pace. he smirked at your reaction. “Jo-Vaughnnn!” you screamed.

“Look at you, pleasurin’ yourself with my fingers. Such a muh’fuckin’ nasty girl, feels good?” He teased again, picking up the pace with his thumb circling your throbbing clit.

“Yes, so fucking good..” You whined softly, pouting in response. His fingers pumping into you at a faster pace, your legs shaking and twitching.

You loved how he stayed in rhythm with each heartbeat, your essence splattered over his palm as he watched it spill, putting him in a trace. “I never stopped thinkin’ bout you, you're always on my mind, Y/N”

The fast pace in his fingers and thumb kept going, guaranteed to make you squirt like the last time. “You make me feel so good,

Your legs almost closed from the intensity until you moaned “J-joey! I-cummin!” you screamed in pleasure, your body plunged between the pillows, and he brought his body weight onto yours. Your breast bounced against his chest, the friction you wanted was there.

“Let it out, lemme have it..” Joey praised through your climax, and whispered in your ear. Licking across your neck and nibbling on your ear. Driving you crazy with bliss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer to you, his lips suckling on your bottom lip, The pleasure zoomed through your body, and prolonged moans escaped from your lips. “Ohmyfuck! Joey!” Your essence gushed on his fingers, a pool in his palm and on the bedsheets. Squirting undone, wrapping his mouth around where squirted and drank more of you.

A mess that made his dick harden and moaned in response, “Look at the mess you made..” he whispered, rubbing your thighs to help you relax.

Slumping against him, he planted a tender kiss on your lips. “You’re so pretty when you cum on me..” he cooed, letting go of your neck. Withdrew his fingers from you.

You heavily panted from the orgasm and smirked, you crawled away from him, lying on your back on the comfortable pillows, seeing him kneel on the bed. With his dick between his legs, your mouth watered at the sight.

“You missed this pussy baby?” You teased, gently spreading your legs apart. Your middle finger rubbed your clit and moaned softly.

Joey's hooded eyes on you, kneeled on the bed, gripping his length in his hand. He wrapped his hand around your neck,

moaning at his dominance, “Hell yeah, I missed that pussy, I'm comin’ in..” He mentioned, pecking your lips.

Watching him stroke his own erection. Precum pouring out of his tip. He groaned raspily from your pussy clenching. He gently pushed his length between your wet folds, you moaned girlishly from your walls wrapping his dick, inch by inch. “Pussy’s too tight, just for me..” he grunted deeply, pushing his hips.

“Oh.. yes! It’s all for you, that dick is for me right?” You asked while cutting yourself off with a moan, growing wetter by a second.

“Fuck yeah, baby girl..this dick is yours..” He groaned lowly, rolling his hips into you. Smacking your ass while he gripped the other asscheek in his hand.

Stroking into you, hitting your G-spot and you screamed in pleasure. "Ah, Ouu!" You moaned loudly, your nails scratched down his back, smacking your ass with one hand.

His hand wrapped around your jaw, making you gaze at him. The bed creaked under your body movement, his thrusts turned sloppy, "Can't speak, dick got your tongue hm?" he hummed, his eyes on you.

Breathless and trembling, your eyes rolled back but words were caught in your throat. He was plowing into you lovingly, his tip kissing your cervix over and over. “Can't s-speak, dick too good baby..” you mumbled, moving your hips with him.

Your essence gushed on his dick completely and your walls hugged around him, finding a happy home to settle in, you were elated to be with him. “I’m so happy to be yours..” he groaned lowly, kissing you.

Nope, you're not imagining it. He just said it to you, “I f-feel the same way baby,” you moaned in response, and your head fell on a pillow.

Your heart thumped out of your chest and threw your head back. Your voice became raspy, and the passion hung in the room. You were close to your climax, your walls tightened around him again. “Coming!” you moaned in response.

Came undone on his dick, coating him like a blanket and he watched every trickle as he pulled out of you, his tip spurted white and landed on your tummy. “Fuck Y/N..” he groaned, hearing groan your name gave you butterflies, You smirked.

You collapsed beside him on the bed, their bodies still humming with desire. Joey pulled you close, pressing soft kisses to her forehead as they caught their breath.

“I love you Y/N..”

“I love you too, Joey..”

After that intimate moment between you two, it was only right that you suddenly fell asleep peacefully, Joey pulled you close to his naked body and the ceiling fan spun in circles. Taking the darkness around the both of you, your locs hung in front of your face. He smiled at you.

"My girl," he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours.

As you lay intertwined in the cozy blankets, your bodies wrapped in each other's embrace and your lips gently touching, a tranquil silence filled the air. The outside world slowly slipped away, gradually fading into insignificance as he too succumbed to slumber.

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[igotanidea]

Wedding + 1 with Jason Todd

So here's an idea:

Y/N is attending a wedding at her family and obviously Jason is her partner (all his hate towards the social gathering suddenly disappearing as she looked at him with those wide eyes and asked to go with her).

But-

Since it's as far away from Gotham as possible, he has to give up his vigilante duties for the benefit of spending the night at her parents' house.

And then are her parents.

Believing their little innocent girl (who's obviously past of age) would never have sex. She's in her middle 20s, she's clearly too young for that. Not to mention - not married. So, Jason and Y/N are put in two separate bedrooms.

Well-

Sorry not sorry, neither of them can keep their hands off each other.

And that means - Jason sneaking into Y/N;s room in the middle of the night.

Not to sleep at all...

"We have to be quiet..." she whispered-moaned as they hurriedly shed their clothes, desperate to feel the other's skin, lips, hands and everything in between. "My parents cannot hear--oh! Jay!"

"Like that princess?" little piece-of-shit Jason Todd couldn't care less about the possibility of getting caught. If anything - it only added to the thrill and the intensity as he kept moving against her.

What do they say? Be careful what you wish for?

Well, unfortunately for Jason, his care increased incomparably when the door to the bedroom swang open and he was face to face with Y/N's father.

Caught in flagranti.

Shit...

[remushrts]

yours to keep (pt 2)

— pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

— a/n: part two for this ask!! more remus on a comforting mission with reader, i truly wish everybody had their own personal remus right now <3 take care babes

— warnings: mention of throwing up, overall angst but there's a lot of comfort to make up for it, reader is kind of numb

You feel like there's a ringing in your ears that just won't go away. It's this small thing, insistent, driving you insane. It's what you imagine would happen if a bomb dropped on the apartment complex right now, the world goes silent for a minute, and everything is out of focus. The words echo inside you over and over, and you don't know if you feel real right now. It can't be real, it can't be happening, it's all you can think of right now. You want it to stop, the entire world, but you know that, outside this apartment, things keep happening. It feels unfair that the universe keeps moving unaffected.

You're holding your head on your hands when you hear the door click softly, your breath shallow as you raise your eyes. Soft hazel ones meet them, but Remus doesn't say anything this time. He sits by your side, his leg barely brushing on yours, and lets you decide. Slowly, you melt on top of him like mush.

"Dove?" He calls you, still as a rock but comfortable as your favourite pillow. You think it's kind of amazing how he can be both at once, just when you need him to. His fingers trace gentle patterns on your back. He doesn't even comment that you're wearing his sweater, over the same clothes you've had the day before. "Have you eaten, my love?"

Remus doesn't call you that very often, only when you're not feeling your best and he knows you're not with your head in the right place to really listen. You shake your head, you tried to, at least, but if you couldn't stomach two pieces of plain toast, you gave up on anything else. Strangely, you don't feel hungry, just empty.

"Okay, I'm going to make you something." Remus says, and you cling into him, your arms wrapping around his neck to hold on tight. It's more than you've moved the entire day, you think, but he just feels so nice to let go of now. He seems to catch it too, wrapping an arm around your middle to press you even closer. "Wanna come with, lovely girl? You can watch me cook."

You open a soft smile, not more than the corners of your lips curling up half an inch. His offer is good-natured, but you don't think you can, a thick layer of sadness growing into you like moss. You've been simmering in it the whole day. "I'm okay here, Rem." Your voice is small as you talk, and you think that's what you feel like now too. Small, like a child that can't understand what is going on.

He tilts his head, not fully believing you. You don't know if you can blame him either. He gets up, pressing a kiss against your forehead and murmuring the words against your skin. "I'll be back soon." He offers, softness overflowing in his voice.

He does keep his promise, and the smell that comes from the kitchen is familiar, earthy and rich. Remus holds a hot bowl of soup in his hands, a spoon for you in the other.

"You told Hope." You say immediately, but there's no accusation to your tone as you make grabby hands at the bowl.

"Guilty as charged." He smiles softly, pulling you back into his embrace. How could he not? Hope adored you from the moment he walked you past their cottage's door, and she was wiser than he'd ever be. So yes, he talked to her in the phone and swang by to get a pot of soup and some advice, hoping one or the other could soothe your aches right now. He presses his nose into your hair as you eat, his lips barely brushing against your ear. "Talk to me, dove, please?"

His words are never an imposition, but you bite your lip. You don't mean to cry, get your tears mixed up with soup, but you don't think you can hold anymore. Remus carefully picks the bowl from your hands and sets it down on the coffee table. "I'm so sorry..." You sob quietly, your hands are shaking before you know it, but then they're over Remus', and he's coaxing you into his lap. "Remmy, I don't want any of this to be happening anymore, I'm so tired..." You mumble, not even sure he can hear you.

He can, his touch tightens on you lightly, a much proper hug now. His thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping your tears. You feel the scar that traces the side of his hand. "I know you don't, baby..." He whispers, stroking your hair.

"I shouldn't be crying now..." You say, trying to pull away from him, but he knows you too well, his arms keep you right in place. He knows what you mean, it's been a couple days since you last visited home and heard the news, but you couldn't feel anything back then. It feels like you're only coming to your senses today. "I'm sorry..."

"Shhh, what are you apologising for, uhm?" His hand cups your chin lovingly, driving your gaze back to his, your eyes shining with tears he wishes he can take all away. You're the bravest person he knows, loveliest too. You, from all people, didn't deserve to be going through this. He kisses your wet cheek. "You can cry if you feel like it, dove, it's not a crime."

You hiccup a laugh, barely a sound, but the smile through your tears is unmistakable. "You swear it's not?" You joke back, he kissed the tip of your nose.

"Absolutely, my love. And if it is, they'll have to go through me." The promise is soft, tender as he presses his forehead against yours. Nothing feels too close right now, nothing feels overwhelming or too terrible. It just feels like Remus.

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Call It What You Want | Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (singer!reader)

Summary: You lost your reputation, but you gained something so much better.

Warning/s: angst, fluff later on, hostage situation, online bullying, hate comments, stalking, reader has a stalker, famous reader, mentions of guns and knives (light use too), marriage, pregnancy, about babies and birth, in this the song is referred to as Y/N's song (that's not true of course), pet names (pretty boy, gorgeous, love...), also skipped a few parts of the song (sorry)

Author's note: So reader basically entered her Reputation era, but with a happy ending. That's it.

Y/N - your name

Y/L/N - your last name

My castle crumbled overnight

I brought a knife to a gunfight

They took the crown, but it's alright

All the liars are calling me one

Nobody's heard from me for months

I'm doing better than I ever was

The cold breeze of the night in the middle of the giant city as you walked perhaps wasn't doing doing you any favors at all. The coat that you wore wasn't really doing its job. It was supposed to keep you warm during the nights out like this one, but it was anything but. You felt yourself crossing your arms in hopes to pull your coat tighter to yourself so you could gain some warmth, but sadly it wasn't working.

With a disappointed, quiet sigh you swang the bag you had in front of yourself hunting for your keys as you walked along the secured parking lot. You passed a whole lot of cars as you continued to trash through your bad, but not one of those cars was yours.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached your car, the sound of your keychain juggling as you tried to get a hold of the key properly.

The whole time you were walking over to your car you felt an overwhelming sensation of the feeling that something, or rather someone, was following your every step. Panic was drowning you as you tried to get into your car as fast as you possibly could.

However, once you finally managed to put the key in due to your shaking hands, you felt a hand covering your mouth. The last thing you heard was your own terrified scream before you drifted into unconsciousness.

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The coldness of the uncomfortable chair send a million of shivers down your spine. Your head was pounding so much that it started to be unbearable. At that moment you tried to bring your palm onto the side of your head, but you couldn't move your hands. At that moment you noticed the tight rope with which you were tied up in a chair.

You felt a sense of panic wash over you as you pulled against the ropes, but it was no use. It wasn't working like you hoped it would.

Suddenly, though, you heard a sound that you were sure would haunt you forever if you ever got out of there. The laugh of the person that took you hostage.

"Don't worry, my love," The vile man smiled at you. "Now you can finally be mine forever."

It sickened you.

The way he approached you, the way he slowly reached out to you to place his hand on your cheek as he talked to you. You felt like you could throw up at the sight of it alone.

"How- how did you..." your voice trembled as you spoke, trying to hold your ground, but to no use. "Why did you do this?"

"I've been watching you for a while, gorgeous," He said, rubbing circles against your cheek. "You are simply gorgeous, I just had to have a pretty thing like you."

You were terrified because at that moment you realized that it was over. You were never getting out of this. Your stalker would make your life a living hell just because of the way you looked and the fact that you did what you loved since you were a child.

He slowly let go of your cheek as he stepped back, not once breaking the eye contact with you. You couldn't help but let one tear slide down your cheek. It was over for you.

And just as you began to drown in your own sorrows, the door of the basement in which he held you were broken down.

"FBI!" Someone yelled out, the flash of the lights that filled the room were too bright, you couldn't see the FBI agents that entered. "Don't move!"

The guns were held up, surrounding your stalker who was, thankfully, weaponless.

Your head was hurting you even worse than it did before because of the flashing lights, but you had never felt a bigger sense of relief washing over you than at the moment when they forcefully entered and you felt someone moving to you.

"Are you okay, miss?" You turned your head slowly, in fear that your head was going to ache even more. The last thing that you wanted was to faint now.

"Y-Yes," You barely whispered to the man who was untying you as fast as he possibly could. "Thank you."

"Reid!" You heard another man shout, his voice ringing with authority. "Get her our of here now."

Perhaps you were still frozen from the shock, but you didn't know exactly how you suddenly got outside. You were sat down as the paramedics checked over you. Your head was still spinning and everything was hurting you, but it could've been worse.

At that moment, Spencer stood aside watching over you silently. He couldn't help himself. He simply couldn't help but to admire you as the paramedics did their job.

"What's up with you, pretty boy?" Derek came over to him, his voice hinting that he was really for teasing. "You have a crush on our singer, huh?"

"W-What? No, of course not." Spencer felt himself flush and Derek stared to laugh at the genius.

"Really?" Morgan mockingly put his hand on his chest to express that he didn't believe anything that came out of Spencer's mouth. "Because, if I'm being honest, pretty boy, your staring kind of gave it away."

Spencer was growing more red as the seconds passed. He kept quiet up until Derek stopped laughing and looked at him.

"You should ask her out." He suggested.

"I don't know." Spencer whispered so quietly that Morgan almost didn't catch it.

Before Morgan could say anything else the voice of one of the paramedics announced that you were free to go, and Spencer felt himself suddenly walk over to you without even realizing it as Morgan continued to watch with amusement.

"Hey."

You turned around at the sound of Spencer's voice and Spencer felt like his breath was knocked out of his lungs. Your eyes were sparkling brighter than the stars that covered the cold night sky and he felt himself getting flushed again.

"Am... I- I was wondering i-if you would like me t-to take you home." Spencer stuttered a bit as you made eye contact with him, listening to him speaking."

You smiled at him, he was truly, utterly gorgeous. "That's really sweet, but I don't want to bother you."

"Please, it would be a pleasure to make sure you come home safe."

And so, after a while, you accepted his request and made a promise in front of the door of your apartment to keep in touch with the FBI agent who saved your life and will continue to save your life for as long as there is air in his lungs and the stars in his eyes.

'Cause my baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

After all that happened to you with your stalker that was now put into prison, you decided to dissappear from the public eye for a while. You yearned for a break that was much needed. But with the break that you publicly announced and a promise to dissappear for a while you had to be more careful.

The trips to the simple places like grocery stores were yet another opportunity to dress up so no one could possibly recognize you. At that time, the number of the baseball caps, and a whole bunch of oversized hoodies, seemed to drastically increase and it continued to do so.

But there was a minor slip-up after 6 months since you disappeared.

It was a surprisingly quiet night. Spencer returned from the case earlier and you decided to take a walk around the town after visiting a local coffee shop.

You were so wrapped up in each other, soaking up every moment you had with each other. Sharing a whole lot of stolen kisses, looks, his hand nested itself on your shoulders, sharing laughter and smiles, eyes spanking. They were full of happiness and utter joy every time you were with him.

What neither of you expected was for Penelope practically tearing down the whole conference room, almost breaking down the door the next day just so she could get to Spencer.

Spencer was sitting at his chair, looking over the files along with everyone else when he found himself being startled as he watched Penelope waving the newest copy of today's newspaper as she practically screamed in excitement.

He was rather confused by her suddenly excitement even though it wasn't unusual for her. But once he saw her slamming the newspaper in the middle of the desk he felt himself getting pale.

Spencer and you made a cover of today's news. The headline, written in overly dramatic big letters with the fine print, read "AFTER 6 MONTH SHE MADE AN APPERCEIVE! FAMOUS SINGER Y/N Y/L/N SEEN WITH A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER!!"

Just below the headline there was a picture of him and you from the night before. His arm was placed over your shoulders, bringing you closer to warm you up and keep you safe. His face was somehow, somewhat, covered by his hair because of the wind that couldn't be contained that night. Your hand was holding his that was slang over your shoulders. Your smile was radiant, your eyes shining as you kept your gaze on him. He couldn't help but smile a little at the photo.

"Explain yourself now, Spencer Reid!" Penelope shrieked, her voice getting higher each second. "What the hell are you doing with freaking Y/N Y/L/N!!"

He started stuttering so much, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but his nerves got the best of him. Suddenly, he felt a hand slapping his back sending him forward a bit as Morgan laughed.

"Good for you, pretty boy." Morgan smiled at him, teasingly. "Good for you."

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothin' when I look at him

Pretty soon a year had passed since the hostage situation which included you being in danger.

A year since you met Spencer, a year of nothing but love and happiness.

Spencer opened the door of his apartment and held it like that so you could get into the apartment before him.

You stepped into the apartment, shaking the snowflakes that stuck to your head on this, quite cold, night in late November. You stood still for a moment, admiring Spencer as he removed his purple scarf before quickly lighting up the fire in the fireplace so that the warmth could spread around your home.

However, you noticed the slight change in his demeanor as you sat yourselfs on the couch near the fireplace. You, however, decided to not say anything because you knew that he would say what he wanted to once he was ready. You didn't want to put more pressure on him, but the plain fact that he was nervous made you extremely so, too.

Finally, Spencer took a deep breath before he turned to you.

"I know that this might seem sudden," Spencer started as he shyly looked into your concerned eyes that watched him talk carefully. "But I feel like I know you for longer than a year. I feel like I've known you my whole life. You complete me in every possible way one person can complete another. You bring immense joy in my life every single day. You show me that life and even people can be good every single day and I believe you despite all of the horrible things I see every day."

You were deeply touched by his confessed, but you were slightly confused because you could quite figure out as to why he was saying all of this to you right now.

"I can't imagine not waking up to you every moment," Spencer confessed, looking longingly into your eyes and you found yourself surprised when the sudden realization that he didn't stutter once drained on you. "I can't imagine seeing you every day, listening to your voice and admiring everything that you do."

Suddenly, he stood up and slowly lowered himself on one knee in front of you. He held out a small box in his hand before he continued to speak. You felt like you couldn't breathe once you realized what was about to happen, what was already happening.

"I simply can not imagine my life without you in it," Spencer continued as tears gathered in your eyes. "Will you make me the happiest man on this planet and marry me?"

"Yes!" You spoke up after you had gotten over your frozen state of shock. "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Spence!" You said, voice full of love as he slipped a beautiful ring onto your finger.

As you sat there by the fire, you knew that you had found the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. The snow continued to fall outside, but you knew that nothing could beat the warm feeling in the apartment and in your heart.

And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

Two years flashes by to fast for you to keep up it seemed like.

Spencer and you got married as fast as you possibly could. You love each other more than anything and you were ready so you figured why not do it immediately. The life had been a bliss. And just when it seemed like it couldn't be better you found out that you were pregnant.

Spencer was overjoyed. He always wanted to have children, he always wanted to be a father. And now he could do it with the person he most loved, admired and cared for. He truly felt like passing out the moment he found out. And he did, but would always deny it with a blush glued to his face every time Morgan brought it up to tease him.

The moment your water broke all hell broke loose. Luckily, Spencer was at home so the only thing you had to do was to grab your hospital bag, keys and head to the car. You were 100% prepared for this.

However, you always felt like the moment it happened and it was finally time to go to the hospital you would be the one who would go into a panicked frenzy. So it was safe to say that you were genuinely surprised that once Spencer and you managed to stumble into the car and were on your way, you were the one who had the role of comforting the one who was in panic. Spencer was gripping the wheel so tightly you were scared that he would break it. It would be rather amusing if you weren't in so much pain already.

But after hours of labor and excruciating following hours of birth once you felt limp against the mattress, still holding onto Spencer's hand which you gripped so hard, but he never once complained, bless his heart, everything truly was worth it once you heard the loud yet at the same time soft cries of your baby girl.

Now, as you laid in the bed in another hospital room you couldn't move your eyes away from the sweet sight of Spencer sleeping in the chair right next to your bed with your baby girl in his arms. It was truly the sweetest sight you had ever witnessed. Spencer's messy hair was spread everywhere as his arms tightened around your little bundle of joy, but not to tightly to hurt her. The moment he got her in his arms, he wouldn't let her go. You guessed that he was afraid thay something unexpected would happen even though you gave your best to reassure him.

After hours of sleeping once you woke up, you could fall back asleep for some reason. Not that you complained.

You heard the door open and you turned your head that was still pressed against the pillow on the bed at the direction of the door. It was JJ, trying to enter as quietly as she possibly could while carrying a few cups of coffee.

"How are you, mama?" She whispered softly as he took a seat on another chair on the other side of your bed.

"Still a bit sore, but fine." You gave her a small smile that she softly returned. "I'm just so glad that this happened." You confessed quietly as you looked at JJ.

"I made a lot of mistakes in my life," You said as she listened to your every word. "But having our daughter with him... I know that I did one thing right."

I want to wear his initial

On a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck

Not because he owns me

But 'cause he really knows me

Which is more than they can say, I

I recall late November

Holdin' my breath, slowly I said

"You don't need to save me

But would you run away with me?"

Yes (would you run away?)

A few months later another headline was released in many newspapers and magazines. There were a bunch of articles all over internet, too.

The newest addition of the People's magazine was laying on Penelope's dest by her screens. Derek soon enough entered the room with a curious look.

"Hey, baby girl," He greeted as he pressed a kiss on Penelope's cheek, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the newest addition of the magazine. "What are you up to?"

"Why hello handsome," she greeted with a smile before she brought the attention back to the magazine. "Look who made the cover."

And sure enough, on the front cover of the magazine, at the very top, there was a headline written with big, capital letters saying: Y/N Y/L/N MARRIED!? THE MUSIC STAR WAS SEEN WITH HER HUSBAND AND HER BABY OUT ON THE WALK FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!"

Below the dramatic headline there was a picture of Spencer and you holding hands, dressed in warm clothes as you walked around the city on a cold, snowy November night. In front of you there was a stroller in which your daughter, Annie, was in. Your hand was quite visible along with the ring that was clearly a weeding ring. Spencer had his arm around your shoulder, showcasing his ring as well.

On the bottom of the cover there were some other news that were in slightly smaller font. You also released the new song after a long while. The song was called "Call It What You Want" and it said to turn the page 13 for the full lyrics and Derek did just that.

Penelope couldn't help but to let out a screech after she practically showed the magazine in his face. And just as Derek finished reading the lyrics to the song he couldn't help but to smile.

"Good for you, pretty boy," Derek pointed out, happily. "Good for you."

"Give me the magazine back," Penelope excitedly ordered him. "I'm gonna frame this now."

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walkin' with his head down, I'm the one he's walkin' to

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

(Call it what you want, call it what you want, call it)

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

Call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want

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Baldwin IV x Reader

Imagine you meet the king as a foreign princess, and you two are to be wed? But to your surprise. The king is all for it

(warnings: mention of skin disease, stitches, detailed explanations for violent scenes)

(this fic is in no way tied to the real figure, this is only for the movie interpretation. As I do not write for real figures (dead or alive))

For the longest time, I never thought I'd find love a man who was not only a man of God, but would too love me. My mother, after all, was nothing more than a concubine. So I didn't quite have a good example from her nor father who couldn't set his eyes on one. But that all changed when Jerusalem called to many kingdoms, many were there to feel the presence of God, and so was I. I were to travel on my own but it seemed as though father had other plans. Every night that got closer to Jerusalem, whether by ship or horse, I could hear him speak with the advisers and other higher ups of a wedding, mine. I did not wish to get upset just yet, for I prayed heavily that the man I meet is someone with a wise, excellent, and beautiful heart, for faces did not matter once one was in heaven. But on the 7th night, something had happened. While we rested round a campfire in order to rest from the morning heat waves, we heard horses of at least 9 or so men rushing are way, father said these may be pilgrims, and that we need not to worry. But as they came closer it seemed they were none other than knights, dressed in pure white and red cross at the center of the chest. Father got up and waved at them, but a horse man swang his sword straight into his hand, cutting a chunk of skin out. I couldn't hold but the scream I let out as the blood hit my dress, I curled up against my horse when I felt a second horseman strike against my leg, only a cut but it no less hurt. They were ready to strike a final blow but I could see a blue clothed horseman arrive, he stood before us and looked at the white clothed horseman.

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"do these look like locals, Guy? Have you any clue the harm you have caused against your king?" said the blue clothed horseman

"I have not a clue of what your talking about Tiberias. These people are in the boarders of our enemies, are they not are enemies?" the white clothed horseman who's name seemed to be Guy seemed all smug, or at least arrogant at best, in his answer. He seemed to not care that I had been cut, nor my father who held to his injury.

"these people, Guy, are the bride to be and her father. Had you have asked, they'd already been at the castle discussing matters beyond your small minded arrogance!" the man in blue, Tiberias, seemed familiar to father, as father tried to reach out to him. Soon the white clothed men who hurt us got us up and carried our things, by dawn we were at the castle. What a shame it was nighttime, for the city, and castle, were beautiful. Some physicians stitched my father's injuries and mine, and I were to meet his highness, my groom to be. In the bright morning I headed to his quarters, I felt at ease once opening the door, For it was just him, and me.

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Baldwin moved the headwrap away from his face, seeing that my groom to be was masked. I could only wonder why, had he committed a crime? Was he afraid of being spied on? It was common for the women to hide their face before marriage, but I'd never seen a man do it.

"ah, Y/N. You have arrived, I have hoped in one piece, but you were harmed. For which the man who laid hands upon you will be harmed, no doubt in that" he said as he rose up from his chair and gestured for me to follow, we reached the balcony and I looked over at him, then at the city.

"your highness.. It's unnecessary for you to punish him" I said as I turned my head back to the man I stood with, "he did not purposely harm me". I felt the king shake his head and hold my hand, "no, my dear Y/N. But he would have harmed another's life, innocent or not. As a knight, it is his only duty, as demanded by God, to never lay a finger on a innocent". Listening to him speak, it moved something in my heart I had not felt for anyone I had ever known, Yes, I was his soon to be bride, but I couldn't help but feel something. "Y/N. Just as it is the duty of a king to protect his people, it is my duty as your husband to protect you. I promise, even with my condition" he said, I could see his eyes looking away as though he felt ashamed, but of what?

"what condition your highness?" I held his hand more firmly, to which he did not respond, not even a finger moved on his hand

"i am a lepper king, my dear, that is the matter. My body is weak, yes, but I won't let it stop me" he looked back at me. He noticed I held his hand firmly when he looked down at mine, I saw his eyes smile at the sight

"your highness, you love me so even though we have no knowledge of one another, why?"

"for you see Y/N, a marriage is bond between man and woman, a bond of flesh to flesh, it is God's blessing to the people, and if God has blessed me with such a bride as you, Y/N, then who am I to deny it?" he spoke with such a heartfelt tone, I knew in that moment that this was the man of my prayers. I couldn't help but feel tears run down my face. I knew that his condition could bring his end, but I wanted to love him to the day we depart from the earth. I placed my hand on his mask and wanted to lay a kiss on his lips, but he gently stopped me.

"you need to know the lips you lay your kiss upon, as you are my wife, I want you to be sure" He said as he pulled down the mask. A cut through his lips and right cheek was the first thing I saw, his missing nose, and his small blonde hairs coming down from the headwrap. He held my hand as though he asked of what I thought. "my Baldwin.. Your a beautiful man, why you are afraid I can understand, but I love you not for your looks, but the heart" i said as I leaned to him, I felt his lips touch mine. I closed my eyes and placed my hands upon his cheeks, i knew in that moment that all my days of waiting, my prayers, my journeys, were worth having him. We soon left one another's lips

"I love you till the day we part, Baldwin"

"I love you, for everyday I live in your name, Y/N"

[paulyenvol6]

Called to the Devil (Chapter 2)

Contains: fingering (f receiving), masturbating, mentions of smut

Wordcount: ~2.04k

Masterlist of this story

Elayne hopped in her bed that night feeling a bubbly feeling in her stomach.

The night had been funny and entertaining but her enjoyment could be exclusively be led back to the rogue prince. All night they had watched each other over their cups of wine and had exchanged teasings and jokes. It had been playful, amusing and for the first time since Elayne had arrived in the capital she had enjoyed herself.

And she liked Daemon. A lot. He was the first person she had met that she liked spending her time with. He excited her and the way he had glared at her through small eyes. The girl exhaled loudly and turned to lay on her back. There was definitely more to this growing bond, she thought and closed her eyes.

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Elayne Baratheon was the kind of person to act without caring about the consequences of her actions. It had always been like this.

When she was seven years old she had put sheep's shit in a knight's shoes, plainly because she didn't like him. It hadn't been her worst prank but still her father had been furious. When she was nine years old her parents had hosted both the Lannisters and Tarths to celebrate a union between their houses. Elayne had been terribly bored by the children her age and had chosen to do her own thing.

So she had taken the crayons she had been supposed to use for her art and writing lessons and had painted over her family's and the Lannister's and Tarth's banners. Everything that had happened afterwards had been a mess and a chaos that even Elayne herself had found herself feeling frightened. That had been the first time her mother had delivered a smack across the girl's face as well. The Tarths had been able to look over the incident because Elayne had been a little girl after all but proud Lord Gregor of House Lannister had felt mocked and insulted by her action and the Lannisters had left Storm's End two days early.

And so it is no wonder why Elayne did what she did next. Her nature hadn't changed since she had arrived in King's Landing. She did what she wanted and right now she wanted Daemon Targaryen. And that for multiple reasons. First and foremost, she merely felt attracted to the handsome prince but at the same time she liked to mess around and break the rules.

And that was why Elayne Baratheon found herself in Daemon's chambers three days after her arrival. It had been almost too easy to sneak into the prince's chambers with guards who were so simple to distract with a stray cat strolling through the keep's corridors. It took three guards to eventually catch the animal but when they returned to their post by Daemon's door Elayne had already entered the rooms.

Once she was inside she admired the comfortable interior and examined the books on the shelfs beside his bed. So he was a reader, she thought. It was late afternoon and Elayne knew that he would return to his chambers soon. The girl walked around in in front of the big four poster bed and then decided to sit down on it to wait for Daemon. She was someone who got bored really quickly and soon rested her chin on her hand feeling annoyed but then the prince finally entered the room and lifted his eyebrows when he saw Elayne sitting on his bed.

"What are you doing here?", he asked but closed the door behind him.

The girl grinned and innocently swang her legs. "I just wanted to see your chambers. How you're living."

Daemon suspiciously squeezed his eyes and walked over to her. "Well, I hope you have found what you're looking for because you'll have to leave soon. I have to take a bath before supper."

"Don't mind me.", Elayne said confidently which made the prince glare at her.

But then he just rolled his eyes and smirked which let her assume that he thought she was once again just teasing but he couldn't have been more wrong. Daemon turned around to put some of the possessions he had been carrying around on the table and when he was done and turned his attention to the girl on his bed again she sat there, her dress pulled down so her upper body was exposed.

Daemon watched her with squeezed eyes and a little smirk appeared on his face.

"You're a rude little girl. Sneaking into my chambers and exposing yourself in front of me. A married man."

Elayne was content with his reaction and seducively raised her chin. "Married men have done worse things in the past."

"That much is true.", the prince whispered but then straightened up. "You should leave, girl. Not like this though.", he smirked.

But she didn't even lift a finger and just observed the attractive man.

"I don't think I should, my prince. I want you.", she breathed and Daemon scoffed.

"I think you should get some fresh air, little one."

He had obviously not understood how serious this was to her so she stood up and approached him. With a determined look in her eyes the young girl licked over her lip.

"I think you should touch me, my prince. And I think I should get on my knees for you."

Daemon's mouth was drawn to a grin yet again but he didn't touch her. Instead he put a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"I don't think your lord father would be happy if his daughter returns to her home without a husband and without her maidenhead."

But his opposite just smirked crookedly. "Oh I have lost my maidenhead a long time ago."

Daemon raised his eyebrows and looked amused. "You have?"

"Yes. With the stable boy when I was 14. I told him that I wanted him to do it. He only hesitated for a short time."

Daemon chuckled lightly. "You really are a bratty little thing. Giving your maidenhead to some stable boy merely to enrage your father."

While he slowly spoke these words his hand had wandered to her waist which he gently caressed and which made Elayne inhale sharply. Then his hand slipped under her gown and it took him only a few moments to find what he was looking for. The girl stared up to him with wide eyes while he slowly, just very softly ran his finger over her pearl. Pleasure washed over her face as well as the need to get more. But as beautiful as it was, as quickly did it end.

Daemon had just rubbed her pearl for merely seconds before pulling back and his hand left her body. Elayne clearly felt unsatisfied and hummed "Don't."

But the prince tilted his head. "I'm sorry, little one. But I can't."

She was angry at these words and grabbed his upper arm. "Why not? Please, I want it."

Daemon once again laughed and stared down at the hand around his arm.

"You said it yourself. I have a lady wife. And a dear brother who would probably have me executed if he found out that I have bedded Lord Marcyn's ward. That's not what you're here for after all."

Elayne pouted at him and came closer to him.

"I thought you were the last person to care about rules or customs, my prince.", she said, her voice barely more than a breath. "I thought you were made of fire. I thought you'd take what you want."

Daemon raised his eyebrows and rested his finger under her chin.

"And what makes you think I want you?"

Elayne's face hardened. And then she suddenly pushed him away, pulled her dress up again and her dark eyes glistened at him before hasting out of his room. Daemon only heard her exhaling angrily one last time and then watched the door she had slammed behind her with a smug smile on his face.

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Elayne sat against her headboard. It was warm in her room, way too hot for the blanket that loosely covered her legs. She stared into the darkness of her chambers as though she could see anything and toyed with her fingers that laid in her lap.

She was a proud girl and her pride had just been hurt by Daemon. He had rejected her after she had put on this show and now Elayne was craving taking action. She wanted him to give in and seduce the prince. He had left her not only feeling refused but also desperate to feel him again. He had given her a little taste with his hand between her legs that had her fluttering her eyes even when she only thought about it.

The girl shifted on the bed and rubbed her arse against the mattress, anything to get some friction. Thoughtfully she chewed on her buttom lip and then let her hand slid between her thighs. Elayne wanted him but if he rejected her she had to get pleasure in a different way.

Her hand felt good on her pearl as well though she prefered the thrill of it being his finger grazing over the little nub. She had done this before, laying in her bed during the hour of the owl carefully glancing at the door and pleasuring herself. No one had taught her but when she had been 12 years old Elayne had discovered this spot between her legs that felt so good when she pressed against it.

And so she had experienced how the pleasure enhanced the longer she rubbed and circled it until this overwhelming feeling had exploded inside of her thighs and tummy and made her see stars. At first she had been a little scared because no one had ever told her what this was and it had felt so good and new and… dangerous, but over time Elayne had started to consider this her little secret with herself and her body. Until now, it seemed. Daemon wasn't a stranger to this nub regarding how quickly he had found it. And this fact made Elayne feel flustered and aroused.

She imagined his face while her finger swiftly danced over her pearl. She imagined the way he had looked at her with his grey eyes that had a shimmer in them at times. And how they got so small when he smirked. Elayne imagined what they would like when Daemon experienced pleasure. If they would get dark or maybe even lighter. She couldn't surpress a little moan when she recalled him standing so close to her earlier that day. She had been able to capture his smell, it was a scent of leather and wood. His lips had been only inches away and she had had to bring up all her will-power not to kiss him.

'Fuck', she thought as she threw her head back. She really wanted him, not only in her imagination. And yet that was all she had right now so she imagined him kissing her while his hand was beneath her skirts. He would rub her pearl again and then press a finger into her throbbing hole. Elayne felt her cunt clench around nothing and sweat formed on her forehead. She had only started pleasuring herself minutes ago and yet she could already feel herself being close to releasing.

All it took for her was the memory of his slightly parted lips while he had watched her face for her reactions to his hands between her legs and then Elayne let out a muffled shriek that she surpressed with a hand on her mouth and then she fell back against the headboard. She panted unsteadily and felt how heavy her eyelids suddenly got.

And then she inhaled deeply feeling new waves of fresh air entering her lungs and removed her finger from her cunt. Elayne wiped the liquid off on a napkin which she indifferently threw on the floor. Then, feeling both satisfied and still desperate in her desire for the rogue prince she adjusted her pillows and crawled to lay down on her back. Her eyes studied the ceiling while she waited for sleep to overcome her.

[firstfirerebel]

𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

Sumary: Lloyd is having a sleepover at the monastery of his father. Reader is close to Lloyd but struggles with the other ninjas

Pairing: Garmadon x reader (platonic), Lloyd x reader (mentioned crush)

Warnings: feeling outcasted, mention of past toxic friends, social problems, fluff

Readers gender/pronouns aren't stated, so read it as you ❤️

Standing in front of the monastery was harder than you first assumed. You weren't too keen on a sleepover with the ninjas. To everyone else, this would sound mad. A sleepover with THE ninjas! Others would kill to have that! It's just that you're not good in groups. You just always ended up being the outcast.

The poor friend that just swang along. Meanwhile, all the others were bffs.

Besides, you didn't even know the other ninjas. You were only close to Lloyd, and he wanted you to be there. After some of his puppy eyes, you accepted.

You were at the monastery before. You even knew Lloyds Father, but that didn't linger your fear. Maybe you could just turn around and go -

"Hey, (Y/n)! I'm glad you could make it!"Lloyd yelled of his window from his room and waved at you.

Great, no turning back now...

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In Lloyds room, you unpacked your bag. The others were already there. Kai had his stuff in front of Lloyds bed. Zane was next to Lloyds bed. Jay and Cole slept across, but still near, of Kai. And Nya was next Zane.

You put your stuff in the left corner, near Lloyds bed. You unpacked your pillow and blanket on the small mattress that was prepared for you. The last detail was your favorite stuffed animal, Lloyd gifted it to you when you two were at a funfair together. (Imagine it as what you want, I personally imagined an Eeyore type of stuffed animal)

Your bag with your other stuff was at the end of your sleep area.

"Okay, then let's get downstairs!"Jay screeched like a little kid.

"F-For what?" You asked quietly, but they either didn't hear or ignored you.

As the others ran downstairs, Lloyd turned around. He noticed that you weren't coming along.

"Are you coming (Y/n)? We want to play some video games, " the blonde explained.

Forcing a smile upon your lips worked as you followed him quietly.

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"Okay, guys. What shall we play?" Cole asked into the group.

"How abo-"

"Our Ninja Video Game!" Kai suggested, not noticing that he had interrupted you.

Since only four could play, the plan was to switch the consoles from time to time.

Lloyd, Kai, Jay and Zane were playing meanwhile Cole and Nya watched them.

You sat on the ground a little away from the others. You didn't get this game. But they seemed to love it. Maybe you could change the game later to something you actually liked to play.

"Oh no!" Kai whined as he got shot by the enemy.

"Yes! My turn!" Nya took the controller of her brother and started to play.

Jay got shot next so Cole got to play. As Zane was game over, you stood up to get the controller, but Jay was in your place faster.

"Ehm, isn't it my turn?" You asked, but they played that stupid game so loud they couldn't even hear you. No, all eyes were on the screen.

'Nothing will change. I'm just not cut out to be with others. I should just accept that.' With this thought, you silently left the living room and went to Lloyds room.

You saw how all the other sleeping areas were connected, except yours. It was away from the others. And that's how it was in real life. You didn't belong to them, they were a team and you? You were just someone who was friends with one of them.

As fast as you could, you packed your stuff back into your bag. Expect your stuffed animal. You needed to hug it now.

"(Y/n)? Shouldn't you be down with the others?" When you turned around, you saw Lloyds Father, Sensei Garmadon.

You kept quiet, hoping he'd go and mind his own business.

"You don't look good. Wanna have a tea?",

You didn't want to decline his nice offer, but on the other hand you wanted to get home as fast as possible.

"Come with me, you can tell me what's bothering you", with that he left Lloyds room and obviously intended you to follow him. You let out a sigh and took your plushie with you.

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"So, what is it?"

"I don't know what you mean, Sensei. I'm fine", Carefully you took a small sip of your cup to see that it still was too hot to drink. Your stuffed animal was on your lap, so Garmadon didn't see it.

"If anything is fine, then why aren't you with the others?" A worried look was on his face.

"Ehm, I just don't like the game, so..." You felt how you slowly crumpled down. You already could feel the hot tears in your eyes. And Garmadon obviously knew that it was a lie.

"You know that you make my son verry happy, right? He loves to spend his afternoons with you, and when he's home, he never stops talking about you. I think you are what makes him feel normal sometimes. Lloyd would never do something to hurt you, so if this sleepover is a problem for you, I guarantee that he doesn't know it, "

"T-that's not it, Sensei. I also really like Lloyd, but bonding with others is really hard for me. I just can't do anything right! If I say my opinion, I'm rude. If I keep quiet, I'm too shy. And it goes on and on. I'm just tired of trying to win a war, I know I'll never win, " It felt good to finally say this out loud. You always had to keep it to yourself, so you wouldn't annoy somebody.

"And I don't even know the others. Lloyd is the one who made me come here in the first place. And now .... I don't know, I just want to go home, "

The elder let out a sigh and took a sip of his teacup before his attention was back on you.

"I won't force you to stay here just because you make my son happy. Making sure that you feel good is more important. If you aren't okay, you can't help anyone else. Alas, nothing will change if you keep hiding your emotions. Bottling up the bad feelings and forcing up a smile just for others will only make you sick. Both physical and emotional, "

As you slowly took a sip of the tea, you tasted a little bit of cherry and cinnamon and some herbals as well. It made you feel warm from the inside, or maybe his words caused this feeling?

"But won't that be intrusive?" You almost whispered. All your past friends said that you were a bad friend cause you wanted to get some advice, help or maybe just talk about it. On the other hand, they never bothered to tell you about their hard life and their problems...

"A true and loyal friend would never call you that. You have a special place in their heart, and friends always have their backs and can trust and rely on each other, "

So Lloyd was a true friend. He never expected you to play a role and just wanted you to be you. Sometimes, he was your reason to smile, and so were you his.

"Thanks, Sensei. This talk helped me a lot. It might take some time for me to make friends with others, but now I know what my worth is, " With that, you drank the rest of your tea, and at the same time, Lloyd came inside the room.

"I've been looking for you, (Y/n)! I'm sorry that we ignored you! It really wasn't our intention! It's just that - "

"It's okay, Lloyd. So! Wanna explain this nonsense making game to me?" You asked as you stood up and held your stuffed animal in your right hand.

"Sure!" With that, he took your left wrist and ran downstairs with you.

Garmadon just smiled at the two of you and drank another cup of his tea.

[cafemilk-tea]

Illness

❒ pairing - evelyn x grandmother ft dino

❒ word count - 3.0K

❒ synopsis - evelyn’s grandmother calls her with unfortunate news

❒ time - late 2013

🏷️ taglist - @justmochi @ateezjuliet @itzy-eve @cosmicwintr @billboard-singer @kimhyejin3108 @cixrosie @enhacolor @allthings-fandoms @mingis-wrld @kmgfeels @peachyaeger @aysxldea @choihaneul @angie-x3 @alixnsuperstxr

⚠️ - mentions of cancer, evie getting a bruise on her arm from a staff member & food restrictions; angst

Italics = spoken in English

(a/n: tears in my eyes thinking of bby evie & bby dino swinging on swings together T_T)

School was let out early for Evelyn and Chan and they had found themselves at the little playground by the school on the swings waiting for a few of his older members to come pick them up and walk them to the company. Evelyn kicked her feet back and forth, humming the words to her evaluation song as she watched random cars drive far off in the distance. Chan giggling to himself pulled her back into reality as she glanced over at him curiously.

“What’s funny?”

“You’ve just been humming that all day long,” Chan covered his mouth with his hands laughing. Evelyn internally cringed with knowing how many people’s hands have been on these swing set chains and now here he was pressing those germs all over his face.

“I’ve got solo evaluations coming up and I’ve been slacking off too much I think,” Evelyn pouted her lips at her words. She was given SNSD’s ‘Genie’ to sing and it’s been a challenge for her, even more so since she’s doing Taeyeon’s part in the post-chorus towards the end of the song.

Chan clicked his tongue as he disagreed with her, pushing himself backwards and letting go to swing back and forth, “Nuh-uh, I’ve heard you sing especially that one part in the song and you sound really good!”

A smile crept its way onto her face as her cheeks heated up slightly at his encouragement, “Thanks Channie.”

The two swang in silence, enjoying small talks between the two of them and people watching. Evelyn always found it fascinating to just sit and watch people in their everyday life and how everyone is so different from one another.

“How’s practice going for you,” Evelyn pushes herself on the swing set, gripping the metal chains tightly between her fingers as she swung herself back and forth deciding to change the subject.

“Awful,” Chan pouted his lips out into a hard frown as he stared at the dirt underneath his feet and slowed down his swinging, “Not awful as in bad but more like it’s just so hard sometimes. I like doing it, I really do, but we got in trouble with one of the staff again and it wasn’t even our fault.”

Evelyn frowned in sympathy at his words, knowing exactly what he was going through. Earlier in the week, one of the staff had grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out into the hallway to berate her by saying she wasn’t keeping up with the other trainees and was too busy slacking off again. The slight bruising on her arm from how hard his hand had gripped her is still a clear and visible mark.

“And Soonyoung-hyung can be mean sometimes too. He keeps making us do the same routine over and over again all because Seungkwan-hyung keeps messing up this one step,” He shuffled his foot in the dirt below, scuffing up the bottom of his already worn shoes from practice.

“Channie-,” Evelyn slowed her swing down to barely moving at all, using her foot to twist her seat from side to side. Being a trainee was hard in general. It made her question why she even wanted to do it sometimes.

“I’m sure he doesn’t mean to make you upset-.” She started but was cut off by his outburst.

“He doesn’t care!” He huffed kicking the dirt making dust particles fly into the air. Evelyn couldn’t blame him for getting angry over it. She’s been there once or twice since becoming a trainee. His face turned sour as the frown sank deeper into his face, “Anytime I ask if we can learn something else, he gets mad and storms away and slams the door behind him yelling things like ‘If we get a low score, it’ll be your fault’.”

Evelyn stayed quiet and let him have time to get what he wanted off of his chest. She knows that he can’t blow up like this with his members since they’re all older, and that’s why the two of them are so close with being the only two youngest in the company.

After a moment of silence passed between the two of them, Chan let out a deep breath as he turned towards Evelyn in his seat.

“Eunji, I’m sorry I got angry-,” She looked over at him as he sucked on the inside of his cheek, “It’s just hard and it’s hard to talk to the hyungs about it when they’re all on the same page about most things.”

“It’s okay Channie,” Evelyn looked down at her shoes with a smile, nodding in agreement, “That’s why we have each other! We have to stick together through this right? It’s the only way we can make it through.”

“You’re right!”

“Soonyoung-Oppa is trying his hardest, you all are,” She tried to reason, wanting to keep the topic open to talk Chan through what she was also thinking, “He wants you guys to be so successful one day and I know you guys work really hard and I’m rooting for you to have a great debut in the future.”

Evelyn’s words made a big grin break across Chan’s face, his anger from before seemingly vanished at the mention of his group, “You’re gonna debut so big too! How cool is it that our groups are gonna debut? We’ll have to collab on a stage in the future!”

“That’ll be so much fun!” Evelyn gushed as they went back to swinging, waiting on Chan’s older members to arrive.

“Ugh I’m starving,” Chan drops his head down as his stomach rumbles with hunger, using his feet to push himself backwards on the swing again before letting himself swing forward, “Where are the hyungs anyway? This is so annoying, they said they’d be here by now.”

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon.” Evelyn tried to sound hopeful even though she was growing quite hungry as well. On the occasion, Chan’s older members would secretly buy the two of them a snack and they ate it on the way to the company, making sure to take the long way back so they had time to finish the food.

Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek as an idea popped into her head, quickly standing up from her seat and crouching down by her backpack. Chan watched curiously as she unzipped the main pocket and dug around for a few moments before grinning back at him. She raised her arm high in the sky and he followed her movements, jumping off of the swing when he noticed the money in her hand.

“Where did you even get that?” His eyes grew in size as she brought her hand down so the two of them could inspect the money closely. It was only a few dollars worth but it was more than she thought she had.

“Minji-Unnie gave me some money for-,” She used her fingers to air quote, mimicking Minji’s lower voice, “-For emergencies only.”

“I consider this a dire emergency.”

“Remember the last time though, the company found out we were eating and scolded us to no end.” Evelyn frowned at the memory. She never liked being in trouble and ever since moving to Korea, it felt like that’s all she seemed to do.

“If we eat it here we should be fine,” Chan tried to reason with her, his stomach rumbling in hunger again and Evelyn’s right after, almost like they were talking to each other. She hesitated at first but nodded her head in agreement. Chan looked behind them, pointing down the street at the convenience store on the corner.

“I can grab us a ramen and we can share it so it won’t be too much food, any requests?”

“Mmm, make it a surprise,” She grinned as she handed the money over to the antsy boy, a laugh falling from her lips as she watched him speed walk down the road to the convenience store.

Walking back to her seat on the swing set, she rocked back and forth on her heels again, going back to her people and car watching. The sound of her phone ringing broke her out of her trance, reaching over and grabbing her phone. The brightness in her eyes matched the excitement in her voice when she saw who was calling her.

“Hiya Gram,” She pressed the phone to her ear, holding onto the swing by its metal chains with her other hand.

“Hello my Sweet Pea.”

She could honestly cry after hearing her Grandmother’s voice after she hadn’t in such a long time. As trainees, they weren’t given many opportunities to speak to their loved ones and if they were, they were always heavily monitored by the staff. The female trainees were allowed back their phones for having such good evaluations last month so of course she was elated that her grandmother had decided to call now.

“Are you having lunch now? Don’t tell me you snuck out of class to talk to me young lady,” Her motherly tone caused Evelyn to bust out into a fit of giggles picturing the look of concern on her face. Evelyn shook her head even though she knew she couldn’t see it.

“Of course not! School ended early today and Channie and I went to the little playground next door. You remember Lee Chan right? One of the male trainees from my company that’s my age?” Evelyn twisted her head to look down the road to see if Chan was coming back, settling back on the swing when she saw no sight of him.

“I do remember you telling me about him, he’s a little cutie,” Her grandmother hummed on the other side of the line. Evelyn could hear the faintness of water running and knew that she was outside watering her flowers in the back garden. “How has your training been going? Are they treating you well?”

“Good actually! We’ve got our evaluations next week and I’ve been practicing on a song for that and we’ve also been doing a lot of stuff with the group!” Evelyn’s face lit up at mentioning her group. She loves those girls and even though she was the youngest of them, she would do anything and everything for them. She glanced down at her arm and decided to omit the part about the staff grabbing her, knowing that her grandmother would’ve been on the first flight out to Korea to come give them hell.

“I’m glad to hear it,” She could hear her grandmother smile into the phone, the sound of the hose shutting off in the background indicating she was down watering her flowers, “I can’t wait to meet the girls, they sound like such lovely people. Are you excited to be a group?”

“Well, we’re not technically a group yet. New trainees can be added at any time but-,” The memory of the girls meeting for the first time and everyone acting like they had known each other for years and how welcoming everyone was instantly flooded her mind, “Yeah, I am super excited!”

“I was worried about sending you out there by yourself but it seems to me like you’re in good hands,” Her grandmother makes a pause, taking in a deep breath as she gathers up her thoughts, “Sweet Pea, I’ve got to talk to you about something, something really important.”

“Hmm?” Evelyn frowned slightly at the sudden change of her tone. She was always such a cheerful and positive lady that whenever her voice shifted into this more serious side, she knew something had to be up.

“I know you were too young to remember this but a long time ago during one of my doctor appointments, they had found little masses on one of my lungs and I had went through some treatments to have them removed,” She paused to let Evelyn understand what she was saying, “Well, I just came back from an appointment yesterday and I’m going to go ahead and tell you that it was not the best of news.”

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Evelyn’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, resting her head against the metal chain of the swing trying to process what was being said to her. She dragged her foot back and forth through the dirt waiting on a response back. Her poor white school shoes now the faintest shade of beige.

“Sweet Pea, there’s no easier way to tell you this-,” She hesitated on the other side of the phone, taking in a deep breath and letting it out, “The doctors have discovered a form of cancer growing in my right lung. It’s small but it was big enough that they were able to detect it.”

Tears welled up in Evelyn’s eyes as she bit her bottom lip to stop it from quivering, “D-Do I need to fly home? I-I think if I ask the company they’ll let me-.”

“Don’t you even think about it,” Her grandmother’s voice was soft yet firm, stopping Evelyn from speaking, “You stay there, I’ll be okay here Sweet Pea. The doctor is confident that we can keep it under control with treatment to ensure that I can keep on going like I always have been, okay?”

A single tear traveled down her cheek slowly as she sat in silence, the words from her grandmother sinking in one by one. Her grandmother has….cancer? Why now, why here, why at all? It felt like she was being hit with a thousand bricks all at once with this news.

“B-But you’ll be alone.”

“Sweet Pea, I’ve got plenty of support here,” Her grandmother reasoned with her. Her support system consisted only of her best friend, who Evelyn had grown to call Auntie June, living a few doors down from their house. Evelyn pulled the phone away briefly so she could choke back on a struggling to escape cry, not wanting to worry her grandmother anymore that she probably was. She always hated whenever Evelyn was upset at any point in time no matter what the situation was.

“It’s getting late out here Sweet Pea. It’s the weekend tomorrow right and then you’re off for a few days, I’ll give you a call then okay?” Evelyn could tell that her grandmother was getting tired from the yawning that she was struggling to hold onto, “I love you so much Sweet Pea, to the moon and back again.”

Evelyn hesitated, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth as she nodded even though she knows that she wouldn’t be able to see it, “I love you too, to the moon and back again.” She managed to sniffle before her finger clicked the line dead and that’s when she dropped her head, clutching her phone to her chest.

“Eunji, guess who I ran into coming out of the store-,” Chan’s laugh echoed around the stone wall but was cut short when he saw the state of Evelyn. She couldn’t bring herself to look up from where she was staring blankly at the ground when the cluster of boys rushed closer to the swing set. A figure was quick to crouch down in front of her and he hesitated before grabbing her hand in his much larger one.

“Eunji-ah, what’s wrong?” Seungcheol rubbed his thumb gently across the rough skin of her knuckles. She kept her gaze down at the dirt as a shallow breath got caught in her throat, another set of droplets fell from her eyes and splashed down onto the skirt of her uniform.

Seungcheol looked back at where Chan and Jun were off to the side with a slight frown, Chan clutched the grocery bag in his hands, moving his shoulders up into a shrug as the unsettling feeling started to set in. She was all happy and smiley before he had left and now it’s the complete opposite. Jun had moved forward until he was just behind Evelyn, a small touch to her back to let her know that he was there. He didn’t know her to the same lengths that Seungcheol or Chan did, but he cared for her just as much as he did his own members.

A moment of silence passed between the small group, the only sounds being made were those of passing by cars on the road or the subtle sniffles Evelyn was letting out trying her best not to break down. The three boys looked around at each other, Seungcheol looking down at his watch seeing that it was inching closer and closer towards practice time. He went against his brain telling them to start heading towards the company, deciding that this was way more important and he would take the heat later for all of them being late. It wasn’t until a quiet voice broke them out of the silence, bringing their attention back onto Evelyn.

“I wanna go home.”

Seungcheol readjusted the pressure on his knees from crouching, gripping her shaking hand a little tighter, “Eunji-ah? I can take you back to the dorm if-”

But she shook her head quickly, cutting Seungcheol off from speaking any further. Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek as she couldn’t hide the whimper in her voice any longer. The tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she looked up at him for the first time since he had arrived in front of her, watery brown eyes meeting his worried ones.

“I wanna go home Oppa,” Evelyn choked out a sob before falling off the swing and into Seungcheol’s arms, knocking him backwards onto the dirt. She wrapped her hands tightly around his torso before burying her face into the crease of his neck, tears soaking through his shirt. Seungcheol held onto her tight, sharing a look with his members full of concern and worry for what’s happened to her.

[afandommultiverse]

How you meet Colonel Miles Quaritch

❀ A/n: the moment you have all been waiting for (more like just me) but still! Here are my headcanons for when baby girl (Quaritch) meets you <3 

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✿ where’d you meet you say? well it is when Quaritch is looking at his old resting spot(his grave) and after he crumbles his old skull in his hands, you are quick to make a distraction to get their attention off of the kids just in case they make a noise backing away and he is even quicker to follow after you. he didn’t even know why he just felt it in him to go and search not even bothering to think of the possibility of it being a deadly wild animal because somehow he already knew it wasn’t

✿ lo and behold you weren’t a wild animal but you might as well have been, by the way, you attacked and began fighting, throwing grown Na’vi men, military trained and armed, around like they were nothing but pebbles in your way. for a second, he hit a tree after you sent him stumbling back with a kick to the chest. with the lost breath, he took a second to watch you, analyze you, look for an opening, anything; instead, he got lost in staring at you

✿ you were breathtakingly gorgeous, war paint still sprawled across your face no doubt from the job that had been done hours ago on the supply train he’d been debriefed on for so long this morning.  Your hair swang with your movements seamlessly, whipping around just like your tail wildly. as your frame crouched, hissing at his group, waiting for the next one to attack, he saw it in your eyes, his opening

✿ you didn’t mean to but you sold yourself away, your eyes looking behind him, watching something pass behind him, he watched the way your eyes glide for the two seconds they did before you attacked the next man, that's when he took his chance, turning behind himself he grabbed Lyle and ran a few steps toward where you were looking when he saw it, saw them

✿ that's how you ended up here, guns held to you and the kid's heads and arms trapped behind you. glaring up at the man you despised and thought had died all those years ago. ‘he had died’, and ‘of course’, as you ran your eyes up his figure, ‘they made him an Avatar, but how?’. 

✿ Quaritch could not stop looking at you, you were familiar, so so familiar, just on the tip of his tongue he could point you out but still, he was unable to recognize you, the paint and well, some swelling on your left cheek was making it hard, not to mention his memory was honestly kinda toast after finding his own dead body

✿ he stopped thinking about it when he started hearing a yelp off in the distance, he kept talking but he took note of all the kid's ears, moving tentatively towards the call, all in the same direction, even yours. Jake was here, and so was that ‘bitch’ who killed him (I'm sorry mommy Neytiri please it's for tha fic) 

✿ everything as per-fucking-usual fell apart and he lost the rest of Jake’s kids, even the little shit who flipped him off; but it wasn’t all bad, he had you, and he had a kid, well his kid. yet another thing he couldn’t process because of this stupid fucking mission but that thought stayed locked behind like six concrete walls in his mind

✿ it wasn’t until you all got to the base and you two were in an interrogation room did Quaritch realize who you were, well actually he was told by the General. “Can’t believe you caught one of the traitors on your first week, great work Colonel.” he looked at her with a raised brow, she caught on fast and nodded at you in the room, huddling over Miles, well Spider. “ It’s Sergeant Y/n L/n, I don’t know if you recognize them as they were on a different squad during your first time here on Pandora, but they did side with Sulley in the end. Their Avatar was in the making before everything went to shit, it seems they were able to complete the process and permanently transfer, as they have shown no signs of disconnecting from this body. If anything, they’re just like you.” 

✿ ‘Just like me’ Quaratich took that in a lot of ways but he ignored that because it hit him, he did recognize you, and a few collective memories briefly flashed behind his eyes, glossing over as he stared at you through the two-way mirror. glimpses he had stolen of you in the cafeteria and, you guessed it, debrief. In fact, he even remembered when you first got here, to Pandora. You had a different look in your eyes compared to all the others, shit looking back on it now he should have assumed you would have sided with Sulley, but he didn’t seem to be as mad at you. 

✿ he wanted to laugh, an old man with a crush, but he was that old man. ‘Ridiculous’ he thought as he continued his conversation with the General. “I need you to grab the boy, he’s going to be taken to a separate room.” He nodded, before walking in, ducking under the doorway and meeting both of you with vicious glares. 

✿ “Afternoon,” He commented nonchalantly, walking over to them calmly, giving them enough space to feel comfortable, enough. “Are you two going to be up for some cooperation?” He smirked a little, expecting maybe a feisty answer instead he got silence and ever more narrowed looks. He sighed, really turning up the dramatics, and began to pace. “Well, Sergeant, you know how this usually goes, I mean you have plenty of experience don’t you?” 

✿ he could only think of the things you wanted to do to him, the look in your eyes, deadly, it almost sent a shiver down his spine, but he was a good reader and he looked right though you and saw all the worry you had starting to pour out, your heart beat racing, eyes flicking to Spider quickly, just once, tail even curling around him which he thinks you weren’t even aware of as you quickly swished it down when he noticed

✿ “I need to take the boy outta here, so we can either do this the easy way,” he lifted one hand palm out facing up to one side, “or the hard way. I’m only gonna ask once sweetheart.” and lifted his other hand holding them out to you. he watched you balanced it back and fourth in your mind, but he knew you were too smart to fight, you would take the easy way, but that just meant he had to look out for every move after. 

✿  he watched as you whisper to Spider in Na’vi, you too were obviosuly disagreeing about things but one look from you and he shut his mouth, head bowing before looking back up at Quaritch. it pissed him off that he couldn’t understand what you were talking about and vowed to fix that as soon as possible. however he snapped out of that when you stood up and began walking toward him 

✿  he held his ground meeting your eyes, waiting for you to do anything dumb, but you didn’t, you just glared at him a little more before speaking to him through gritted teeth. “If you hurt my son, I’ll do worse than kill you.” The emphasis on ‘my’ was not missed and the threat was noted, because he had a feeling you meant every single word, and he would not let you get the best of him should it reach that point.

❀A/n: Hehe YOU HEARD THIS IS A NO SPIDER HATE ZONE!! Haha but srsly I hope you guys enjoyed and please make sure to request or leave comments! :)

[musiclover61]

Little Witch. Pt1

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: You and your fiancée were about to have people over but you got a knock on your front door then attacked and kidnapped, but you got saved by these two guys

Paring: Sam winchester x witch!reader

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of weapons (guns and knifes), describing wounds (gashes, cuts and bruises), mentions of blood, yn is used, let me know if I missed something :)

A/N: so in this one there kinda isn't really Sam x reader but in the next one there is I pinky promise:)

Proofread!!

Part 2 is up!!

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'Shit, shit, shit,' I thought as I ran through the woods trying to lead a demon to its death, thankfully I was a fast runner.

Just a few hours before, I'd say 10 hours before I had no idea that demons, ghost, angles, weird spider things, I had no idea that any of that was a thing until my soon to be husband was killed by the demon that's chasing me.

10 hours before:

"Hey" Luke said coming up behind me and hugging my waist "what is my pretty girl doing?" He asked kissing my cheek

"I'm cooking up an awesome dinner" I giggled leaning into him "I invited over one of your friends by the way, Darren was his name I think" I said his friends name and he smiled

"Oh, Y/N/N, how kind of you" Luke smiled kissing down my neck as I giggled putting down the knife I had been holding to turn and wrap my arms around his neck.

"I can't wait for us to get married" I smiled making his smile bigger

"I can't wait either" Luke says kissing me, a nice, passionate kiss and before anything else there was a knock on the door making him groan

"I'll get it" I smiled and gave him one last peck before walking to the door opening it.

When I opened the door I seen the mail man standing there "hi" I smiled "what can I do for you?" I asked

"It's more of your husband" the mailman said his eyes going pitch black before lungging at me pushing me to the ground

"Ah!" I yelled as I fell, my head hitting the ground hard. The guy fell on top of me, his eyes still black

"Y/N/N!" Luke yelled running to me but before he could the mailman lungged at him. Two more guys came in the house one went passed me and the other one picked me up

And then everything went black.

When I woke up I was tied to a chair. Blood covered my shirt and my neck. My vision was blurry when I looked around I see my fiancée strug on the ceiling, chains keeping him up, he was pale and had cuts all over his body "Luke!" I yelled trying to get out of the chair, he looked up at me his eyes were tired, but his teeth something was wrong with his teeth, they looked... sharp and there were... rows of them, three rows of sharp teeth, but before I could say anyting his eye darted behind me before a look of fear crossed his face I looked behind me to see a tall bald man walking over to Luke a large hunting knife in his hands, when he got close enough he swang his arm back before cutting Luke's head off making me let out a loud scream, tears following as the man looked at me

"Shut up or you'll be next" he spat before going out of my view

I looked at my fiancée's dead body his hands still being chained to the ceiling as his head had rolled a few inches away from him, his body going limp and more tears came pouring out of my eyes. The man must have heard me since he grabbed me by my hair and pushed my head back putting a knife to my neck

"I said shut up!" he spat but before he could say or do more there were sounds of a door getting kicked in.

although I couldn't see what was happening, I knew the blad guy was fight two people. Next thing I know my chair was turned around and a knife was to my neck. Two men were standing infront of me, one was tall, had brown hair and green eyes, he had more of a broad frame, he was wearing a light brown jacket that was puffy but on him didn't look it, he had a dark t-shirt under that and jeans on with boots, as the other guy was shorter then the man he is standing next to but still tall, like the other guy he had brown hair and green eyes, he had a real dark brown jacket and was also wearing a dark shirt under it, he had jeans and boots on as well, the shorter guy's hair was more spiked up while the other guys hair was more puffy and a little flat on the top and kinda in his face from I'm guessing the fight

"Put down your guns or I slice her neck open" the blad guy said as he held me tigher

They looked at blad guy before lower their guns dropping them on the ground and kicking them away from them "Ma'am what's your name" The taller one asked looking between me and the guy that had me

"Y/N" I stuttered out tears filling my eyes "please I don't want to die" I choked out a few tears spilling.

"Shut up." The bald guy spat holding the knife closer to my neck.

I let out a whimper as the two guys looked at the bald guy. "Let her go" The shorter one said.

His voice was deep. Kinda like batman but less sandpaper sounding.

"She has nothing to do with this" He added "she's done nothing wrong" he said and took a step closer.

The man put the knife closer to my neck, the feeling of it digging in my skin was unpleasant and the pain only grew.

"you know this guy that I'm possessing has some real interesting thoughts about this girl" He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back "to him she's just another play thing" he chucked.

The shorter one moved to quick for me to even think because all of a sudden I heard a gun shot and the man had the knife away from me dropped on the ground somewhere.

The gun shot didn't even seem to faze him because he picked up the knife and pulled his arm back getting ready to stab me. I turned my head away getting myself ready to be stabbed.

I heard three more gun shots and loud thum. When I opened my eyes I seen the shorter guy on one of his knees his gun pointed behind me. The taller one quickly made his way over to me and untied the ropes.

"Hey, your okay now" he said softly "my name is Sam and that's my brother dean" He said then moved to my next arm, undoing the rope. His voice like his brother's was also deep but not as deep at Dean's. "you said your name was Y/N right?" Sam asked looking between me and the rope. I nodded looking at him "okay good nice to meet you" Sam said.

When he finished he looked down at my leg "looks like you got a pretty big gash there" Sam said. He seemed unfazed by it but when I looked down my head began spinning and I felt faint. I looked up quickly trying not to puke.

The 'gash' on my leg was a huge cut that started at my hip and went to my kee and it was about a finger nail wide

"Okay so I'm going to pick you up on three, okay?" Sam said looking at me. I gave him a nod and he nodded back "okay, one, two, three" he counted and like he said on three he picked me up, princess style. It was like I was a feather to him. Kinda hot. Stop! Your fiancée just die what is wrong with you! I put my arms around his neck for better support.

When we walked outside, the cool air hit me and I moved closer to into Sam. The only thing I was wearing was what I had been when I was taken, which was jeans that were now cut open and a white shirt that with a dark red long sleeve shirt over it.

We walked over to an impala. Dean opened the back door for Sam as he carefully put me in the car and shut the door then Sam and Dean got in the car, Dean was driving and Sam was in the passenger. After a few minutes of driving I had falling asleep, leaning against the window.

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I don't know how long we were driving for but I do know that we were stopped at a gas station.

"Sam we need to take her to a hospital" Dean said. The door to the driver side was open and Dean was pumping the gas "we can't take her back to the hotel" it was dark out and the only light was coming from a nearby lamp post.

"And what are we going to tell the people at the hospital, huh?" Sam asked "'hey this girl was cut up by a demon, help her?'" Sam said sarcastically

"Sam what do you want us to do" Dean asked and looked back at me. I closed my eyes and pretend to be asleep "we can't keep her like a dog" Dean said then looked back at Sam

"We can take her back to the hotel and then we can call Cas" Sam suggested

'Cas?' I thought 'who the hell names theirs kid Cas?'

"We didn't kill that demon, and they obviously wanted to keep her alive for something" Sam said "Cas can get her healed and then we can.... use her as bait" Sam said looking at Dean as if he just made that up on the spot

'Hold on demons?!' I thought 'if I'm demon bait they can take me back and I'll just die'

Dean was quite for a second he looked like he was thinking and when the gas stop he took it out of the car, put it up then got back in the car and looked back at me again then to Sam and let out a sigh "fine we'll go back to the hotel, call Cas, have her healed, and tell her about the supernatural and if she doesn't run off calling us crazy then we can use her has bait" Dean said "happy?" Dean asked starting the car

"Thank you" Sam sighed and looked at the road as Dean began to drive

'WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST HEAR!' I thought 'AND WHO THE FUCK IS CAS!'

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A/N: this is my first work on tumblr so I hope it's good and it's kinda been awhile since I've seen Supernatural so if I got anything wrong let me know🤞

[faiirygrahamdevanily]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY 🎃❄️

Thank you beloved for tagging me @ninadove 💜

Soo please no one judge the grammar in this one it's not betaed yet but I adore the snow queen fairytale and tried a senticousin version with a lot of feligami along the way:

🦚🐈‍⬛senticousins:

As dusk sat in they nestled on makeshift wooden swings attached to an old apple tree near Felix home. Daffodils were braided into the cords of one, buttercups laced the cords of the other one. They lightly swang back and forth, gazing shooting stars in the starry sky. Felix hummed a line of a well loved lullaby of his Mum ♪ What the eye can see ain’t all that matters; All's not gold, that glitters ♪. Both were drawn to the moon, feeling connected and protected.

🦚🐈‍⬛senticousins (now separated):

There was little solace amongst the dull routine haunting his days, save for dusk when he peaked through frozen glass admiring the midnight sky. His heart blossomed at the sight; just like the ethereal ice flowers were crystallizing at night, intricately patterned on sublime glass skylights above.

Amidst the spectatacle of aurora colored northern lights, Adrien felt like the bright moon shone exclusively for him. He wondered if anyone out there felt the same.

🦚🐉feligami:

“Of course you're free to stay, but I'd like to travel on with you.” Kagami couldn't tell what her heart desired, had never been granted free choices before, but was drawn to the boy, drawn to freedom. “We should leave during patrol, this way no one would raise suspicions until were too far away to be caught” “I'm glad we're doing this together, my queen” he offered his hand and she gently intertwined their fingers. A novelty that made her heart flutter in a beautiful cadence of disobeyance, carolling pure love. “Thank you” she whispered resting her head on his shoulder ”for everything”

🎃❄️since it's halloween and this one is more of a winter story special mentions to this paragraph:

It had the appearance of an oneiric winter wonder land mingled with the atmosphere of a horrifying haunted place. It looked stunning, beyond one's dreamiest imaginations; but felt unsettleling, beyond one's eeriest nightmares.

I don't know who got tagged already but @thevioletthread I'd be curious on getting a sneakpeek. Obviously no pressure though <3

[restlessmaknae]

trajectory [keeho]

Sometimes, people just fall apart to fall apart.

➳ Characters: Keeho x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, real-life bittersweet, friends drifting away

➳ Words: 1.9k

➳ Warning: mention of losing a pet, stress, insecurities

➳ A/N: The story was inspired by this part in one of Keeho's lives. Also, thank you so much for you all you for supporting my works this year! Wishing each and every one of you a very happy, balanced and healthy New Year! 🥰

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“It’s me.”

The way Keeho shouted this exact sentence into the intercom had never changed. Year after year, time after time, that had always been his signature way of introducing himself. Let it be you or your parents who had picked up your apartment’s door phone, he had always announced his arrival casually and proudly - his tone indicating that he had been glad to enter your home.

You didn���t think that such a familiar sentence - a habit of his by that time - could prick at your skin like a needle pushing through the layers. At first, it didn’t seem to hurt, but then the pain hit out of the blue and all at once - like the waves crashing down on a shore at the beginning of an abrupt summer downpour.

“I’ll go downstairs. Stay there,” you forced the words out, your voice coming out raspy and feeble. You could hear the hesitation in the line - for you had usually let him in instead of going outside to meet him downstairs -, but you had to do it this way. You could feel it coming, and you didn’t want to attach such a conversation to the image of Keeho and you in your bedroom. It would be better if it was played out somewhere else. You had never contacted each other by saying that ‘you needed to talk’ before you would meet up, but now it was time, and you both knew the weight of the upcoming conversation.

“Okay. I’ll be here,” came the answer nevertheless, and you yanked your hand away from the intercom. You took in a deep breath, then told your parents that you would step outside for a bit before opening and closing the front door behind you.

You walked down the stairs instead of taking the elevator, prolonging the conversation as long as you could. As you took one step after another, flashbacks of your teenage years spent with Keeho swang round and round on the carousel of your memories: talking under the watching eyes of the moon, looking for shooting stars on humid summer nights during summer camps that resulted in more mosquito bites than actual shooting stars; having Disney movie marathons on the couch in your flat that was so worn-out by now that a new one was already on its way; checking out so-called Instagram-worthy places with Keeho, roaming around Seoul only to get scared by a passing black cat in the dark, have the worst latte of your life or end up with a sprained ankle on Keeho’s part when he had slipped on a cobblestone; attempting to make viral TikTok recipes only to end up with inedible masses of questionably-looking food and turning Keeho’s family’s kitchen into a warzone; recording TikTok challenges to post onto his account, the one that he said would go viral one day and you wouldn’t need to have a 9-5, you could work for him.

As you turned a corner and passed another floor, brief flashes of tears raining down on notebook pages, talking through sleepless nights worrying about your senior exams, sobs over the passing of your beloved pet and pep talks following outbursts of teenage awkwardness regarding your teenage body and insecurities came to mind; ones that you would have liked to forget, but still cherished so much because they proved you why you were best friends.

Best friends. The word felt like a flicker of light in the darkness now when it had been a huge torch lighting up your life for so long. Your friendship with Keeho had gone through many ups and downs, but the care and empathy you had towards each other had never changed, and that’s why you wanted to talk; because you didn’t want to leave him hanging, you wanted to talk about how you were doing now, and whether you had a future together anymore.

The truth is, when one becomes friends with someone, they don’t think about the end. They might even find it impossible that it could ever end. You had been the same. When you had been going to school together, seeing each other almost everyday, and planning your future in senior year, probably closer than you had ever been before, the thought that it might fade into bittersweet memories one day had never crossed your mind. Yet, here you were, barely speaking, barely catching up, barely seeing each other.

Even though you had gone to different cities to study after high school, you had made it work in the beginning. You had gone back to your hometown at the same time, you had planned trips to visit the other in their uni’s city, and you had talked as if nothing had happened. Yet, semesters went by, and the conversations died down slowly like a candle burning down, the visits back home seemed to never work out at the same time, and even if you talked, it seemed like you had nothing to say to each other, as if you had become strangers in each other’s life. The worst was that there had been nothing grande about it, there had been no big fight, no big misunderstanding, no big secrets, it just all… faded.

Just like the colours of the sky faded into a messy deep-blue when you stepped outside of the apartment complex, and came face-to-face with Keeho. He tried with a smile, but you could tell that it wasn’t genuine.

“Hi!”

“Hi!”

Awkward. Unfamiliar. Tense. Everything you had been feeling for some time now came crashing down on you now that you were face-to-face with him. As if the physical body of his made his existence and his footprint in your life more prominent. More painful. More unbearable.

With a heavy sigh, you suggested going to the nearby playground where you had frequently sat on the swings, talking about everything that came to your mind. Now, nothing seemed right, nothing seemed fitting for this occasion.

“I… I don’t know how to start,” you blurted out feebly, playing with your fingers mindlessly just so you could take your mind off the weight on your chest.

“Then, don’t,” came the answer immediately, but Keeho cleared his throat and made an addition before you could question his words. “I mean, we can absolutely just sit here and wait until you feel ready.”

You weren’t sure that you could ever be ready for such a conversation. You knew that Keeho always appreciated your honesty, and wanted you to tell him if you thought he took his jokes too far or he made a hurtful comment or anything of the sort, but you still felt like you were the bad guy now for wanting to bring it up, for wanting to talk about it. On the other hand, the facts spoke for themselves, the lack of messages, the lack of conversations, the lack of hang-outs…

“I just… I don’t know how to describe it, but I think you feel it, too,” you started, truly hoping that it was true, that he felt the same way. He had to, you told yourself. “We’re different and our friendship is different, and everything is different… and I’m not sure I feel as comfortable around you as before. Or that we have things to talk about.”

Your voice was resigned instead of accusing for you didn’t want to start a fight, you didn’t want to start a war. You had too much of a history to accuse him of something that he probably did unintentionally, and he wasn’t at fault. It wasn’t him who made you feel uncomfortable, it was the situation itself. It was that pang in your chest, that twist inside your stomach when you looked at the pictures of you and Keeho on your bedroom shelf, it was that deep, deep feeling inside that it wasn’t the same anymore, and you missed what you had, but you weren’t sure that you could ever get it back.

“You know what I mean, right?”

You looked at him for the first time since the start of your conversation, and saw something flash across his eyes at your question. Something familiar, something close, something deeply connected to a part of you. Keeho looked at you like that when he was about to say something that would put your mind at ease, and when there was a twitch in the corner of his lips, you knew that he was about to speak his mind.

“Yeah, I get you. I think we’re having such different experiences and we live away from each other, we have different friend groups, and it’s just, as you’ve mentioned, different,” he mentioned just as calmly as you had. Neither of you wanted to hurt the other or accuse the other. You were having a conversation, not an argument. “Like Taylor Swift said, everything has changed,” he added as his lips began to curl upwards, and that… that was just so Keeho-like, you found yourself cracking a smile.

“That’s better,” he smiled back at you, fondly and affectionately, and the years of your friendship was squashed into this smile, one that you would never question was genuine. “I don’t want you to feel bad about it. I feel the same way, and I think friendships have their own trajectory. They begin, they soar and they eventually come down. Sometimes… there’s no reason for that, it just happens.”

Seen. Heard. Understood. Despite the jokester he was, Keeho was also very wise, and he handled problems and concerns maturely. For that reason, you should have known that he would understand you, but somehow, you didn’t want to dare that he would, or maybe you wanted him to disagree, to see it differently… so that you could save the friendship, but as he had said, maybe your friendship was coming down to the ground like an air-balloon, and it would never take off again. Or maybe it would, but right now, it just didn’t seem right.

“I had a feeling you wanted to talk about this, and truthfully, I was thinking of bringing it up too, but it just never came to it. So thank you for speaking up about it,” Keeho broke the momentary silence that fell upon the two of you as you were pondering and pondering. You smiled at him, reminiscing about him, about the past, present and the future, and your voice was confident and genuine when you said:

“Me too. Thank you for everything.”

As you sat there beside each other on the swings just like you used to, you saw the old Keeho in him and felt like the old you in that moment. When he stood up to give you a hug while calling you by the nickname he had given you, you reciprocated it, bittersweet yet grateful. Grateful for the you that you had become because of him, grateful for the way he understood still, and grateful for the lesson he taught you that day.

Sometimes friends just fell apart to fall apart - as a part of their friendship’s trajectory, but that was just one of the many trajectories that lined their lives in the past, present and the future.

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

[negrowhat]

Felt like we saw dick several times in this episode like bro what is happening shsvzhsjsjs. Also 3 sex scenes in one episode has to be a record or something good GOD.

I couldn't really see all the dick swanging around because I watched it on my phone but I've seen people mention how much dick they saw in the new ep. I'm shooketh about THREE love scenes too anon! It seems unheard of.

[goldentemplariumcrow]

@arobinwithoutbatman continuing from here

Corvus swang himself and Tim away from the building on fire and to the rooftop of another across the street so they could look back and see Tim's workplace burn -- lucky for them, the construction was solid and Tim certainly put on a lot of safeguards to prevent total loss of the property in case of fire and natural accidents, not to mention the traditional "Rogue's Insurance" that came with opening any business in Gotham.

Once safe in the shadows of the building and with Tim still in his arms, Corvus loosened his hold a little just to craddle one of his cheeks in his palm and look at him while his helmet retracted the visor that covered his face completely to reveal his eyes covered by a domino mask and white-out lenses.

"Thank you for your trust." Dio's voice came out soft once the modulator was off, though it was lower than normal, which meant he used too much of it through the day and now needed some rest from forcing it out in a controlled way. "Are you okay, Mr. Drake?"