#repost of last nights 4am thoughts

[lolosaclone]

I just finished clone high season 3 and

I don't really know what to say at the moment, but to be honest, I loved watching it, I mean I've put my alarm at 6am and had to wait few more hours to finally have a chance to watch even the first ep, SO OF COURSE I HAD TO AT LEAST LIKE WATCHING IT,,, but at the end I did it so yay me, but yeah after waiting for what like felt forever (I was counting the days istg), I feel so happy,,, it's obv not the best thing on earth but it made my day and night

SPOILERS ‼️ BELOW THE CUT (screenshots n text)

cracked at this moment at the sudden singing

he's like me fr (pinky thing)

i cried when I saw this

LIKE

,,,

i just found joan pretty on this angle, makes me wanna draw her

jfk

christopher columbus

!random rant text (not following the episodes orders):

/I'll "probably" change this part of my post later, I'm just writing what I remember the most rn/

,,

almost forgot, the eyes thing. WOW,,,

Mary, Abe's gf, being Bloody Mary got me holy moly at the moment

I really didn't except joan and confucius to actually stay together, thought it would be for an ep only (thanks to the one who reposted my other post, if u see this hi :3) ,, and when I thought I was dreaming when the trailer dropped, turns out they're cute in my opinion, actually liked them 😭

frida and cleo breaking up got me devasted like 💔💔

Now the cliffhanger is KILLING me.

overall, Confucius became officially one of my fav with topher, lovely!

I finished watching the last ep and writing this post at 4am, don't except this post to make any sense yet, but, trust me, i'm invested. (in my head that is)

[mrghostrat]

ok sorry reposting because i finished at 4am last night and daylight savings sat on my braincell. my first good omens fic!! please enjoy!!

In A Place Like This

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley Words: 5,200 Rating: T Notes/Tags: No angst, The Arrangement, 1920s, Bartender Crowley, lots of flirting, historical queerness Summary: Crowley works the bar at a discreet gentleman's club on the brink of closing. Aziraphale appears out of nowhere to get the club back on its feet, and Crowley can only admire his angel at work.

“You couldn’t waste a miracle getting folks in ‘ere. You’re on probation, or summin. France. Frivolous.” Crowley gestured vaguely with the fingers pinned under his chin, hoping some select keywords would warble through the air and somehow land as a fully fledged thought in Aziraphale’s ears. “So how the hell did you do it?” The angel laughed, a joyful hymn filling the empty halls and high ceilings. He pointed a smile at Crowley. Crowley pointed his frown right back at him. “My dear boy,” Aziraphale laughed again, softer and riddled with disbelief as he pried the scotch out of Crowley's grip. “I talked to them.”

[foxmulderautism]

mid-scene and might repost this on main in the morning if i feel comfortable dropping the Vomit  Blood Saliva Cum paragraph on there but i’m proud of this and think it’s like. SO lover boy

They’d dance together and kiss men and sometimes they’d dance with men and kiss each other. Anything could happen when everything was dark and disco rushed. They’d stay out until time stopped being about movement and started being about presence, until dawn pulled them back outside, when they’d stumble to the bus stop on 18th Street because they always thought a 4am Castro Café breakfast would make them vomit, and because Bobby liked to drape himself across the brick wall and put his sunglasses on, like he was sunbathing to lure out the sun. And Beau always sat on the bench, their heads next to each other in their separate spaces. They never memorised the bus times. Some nights, or mornings, they lay and sat in needed silence. But most nights, here was where they talked about Beau’s cinematographer dreams or Bobby’s fascination with volcanic eruptions or looped discussions about Harvey Milk, the council’s response to the bathhouse fire in ‘81, and their burning hatred of the president, whom they would not name out loud until he could mention AIDS out loud. Here, was where they confided about Beau’s sleep problems and Bobby’s claustrophobia. Here, was where they once discussed the practicalities of a ghost hunting tour of the country, tried to map it out by designating a brick for each state. Here, was where Beau can’t remember all the conversations but remembers all the times they laughed until it hurt. Here, was where Bobby once laid on his stomach and Beau sat on the bench and they kissed once, like that, because the sun had not risen and technically anything could still happen. Here, was where Bobby once cleaned the dried remains of a poppers nosebleed from Beau’s face with his saliva and jacket sleeve. Here, was where one of Beau’s last memories of Bobby before he was sick lived, when he was sick but neither of them knew it, so maybe they can say he wasn’t; when Bobby was sick but not ill, a fuzzy limbo they’d soon be familiar with. Bobby, as always, draped over the wall, his hands over his eyes because he forgot his sunglasses, an elbow in Beau’s curls. Beau sat with his eyes shut before the sun could give him a headache. Somewhere, birds had begun to sing. And Bobby, out of nowhere, his voice hazy, drawn out, “Dude...I think cum might have skin healing properties.”

weird accidental record: four bodily fluids mentioned in a 355 word paragraph

[bunnyrapline]

ISWM Theory Idea (Theory isn’t fleshed out yet)

Also it’s a theory that’s of the over all MarkCU, built from things from ISWM and his other works. I intend to hopefully flesh it out more before pt 2 comes out but if not I at least want to put my 4AM theory thoughts out there. I actually posted this yesterday, but tumblr didn’t like it (didn’t show in tags so I kind of trying to figure out why, and I was just going to edit it but I accidentally deleted it (copied it into word though first before I did so I’m still just copying and pasting) might’ve been the links so I’m going to see if that’s it Any theory idea next)

First off: if you haven’t seen the Automated Automaton Warfstache interview you should b/c it’s great and short

2nd: relevant b/c watching ISWM I was hit with a theory that the NO ending further down the line could support

The link (no link here b/c it disappears when i post them) above will take you to the NO end but basically wilford robot says you can tell all the stories you want, but that you can change the past, and you’ll lose yourself to the story if you live in fantasy forever

And what have Heist and Space been if not exactly that? I’m working on making a fleshed out theory (considering everything but it’s not ready since I literally just had the thought 15 minutes ago), but basically part of OUR role in this has been willingly (to a degree) losing ourselves to the stories in order to distance ourselves from what happened to us (to the DA in who killed markiplier)

I think it’s obvious that someone is trying to get our attention (or more that one someone) You have the red and blue lighting everywhere, happenings in the horror route, md whitacres whole strange thing, etc

Right now I’m thinking it’s possible that 2-3 potential things are trying to get our attention more, Dark (or Damien and Celine separately in certain ways), the entity of the house, and perhaps Actor Mark himself (or at least he he could at some point be aware of their meddling?)

Basically, we’re telling or experiencing the stories we’ve been given to not acknowledge what happened and somthing(s)/someone(s) is trying to get us to snap out of it

I plan on making something more fleshed out, with loads of evidence (already have 4 pages of notes but need to reference them with videos I’m thinking about), out before pt 2 comes out but it may not happen since I go back to work tomorrow (been off for a bit)

Also idk  what’s going to happen in pt 2? Lore could just be sprinkled around and those of us interested in this part of it will have to find pieces, while to story playing out finishes how ever it’s going to

Or if it will be intended for this one to be a bit more lore heavy and focused (just basically whatever mark wants)

I’m not expecting anything one way or another as far that goes for pt 2

I just know no matter what ITS GOING TO BE FREAKING AWESOME AND I CANT WAIT

Also I would usually wait til I slept to post anything like this to see if it still makes sense in the morning but I’ve had a really good time and I’m honestly just enjoying this whole thing so much

In Space With Markiplier has just brought so much joy and laughter for me since it came out

Im having the best time, and it was inevitable with a month was that I would fall down the lore investigation rabbit hole lol

[talatomaz]

flustered pt.ii | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: it’s finally here !! and on the first day of pride month as well hehe. i had some trouble rewriting this (mainly the smut), especially after it got deleted the first time around, but i hope it’s okay and y’all enjoy it

thank you @romanottsmaximoff bestie for helping me out with the ending and letting me brainstorm with you <3

summary: y’all have heard of having a crush on your best friend’s mum but what about having a crush on your mum’s best friend?

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by anon: “soft mommy!wanda smut with her being your mothers (nats) best friend??? 👀”

warnings: smut - dubcon/kinda dark wanda, mommy kink, strap-on, praise, fingering/oral (r receiving), mentions of punishment, masturbation (both r and wanda), phone sex, voyeurism (kinda but not really)

word count: 3.5k

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pt.i | pt.ii

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“Baby, stop it.”

You paused in your tracks before continuing to pace up and down the kitchen, your mind running with worried thoughts.

Only 10 hours had passed since the events of the prior night but it felt like it’d been several days. Your stomach tightened with a mixture of anxiety and stress.

This was not the way you expected to feel after sleeping with Wanda.

You’d always imagined waking up in her arms, beaming at the soft smile that rose to her flushed skin as she hugged you tighter to her.

And, to be fair, you did sort of have that experience a few hours earlier when you awoke but you were still filled with dread. Unable to think about anything but the accidental audio message that you had sent your Mum.

“Honey, relax. It’s going to be fine.”

Wanda soothed as she flipped the bacon strips she was cooking, the sizzling of the meat filling your ears.

Shaking your head, you continued pacing and spoke, “How do you know that? What if she heard it, Wanda?”

“Baby, Tony deleted it. Off everything. Off her phone. Off any back up server. Off her history.”

Wanda reasoned with you, thinking herself successful when she saw your shoulders sag in reluctant relief until she saw you tense again.

“Yeah, I guess. But there’s still a possibility-”

“Stop.”

You paused immediately at her stern tone.

The only time she’d used that voice with you was last night. When she’d told you to call her ‘Mommy’. Your thighs involuntarily clenched at the memory which didn’t go unnoticed by the redhead who simply smirked at your obedience before she continued.

“You basically threatened Tony at 4am to have the message erased. It’s gone.”

Throwing the duvet off your legs, you jumped out of the bed and pulled your jeans over your legs, deciding to leave Wanda’s shirt on.

“Sweetie, where are you going?” Wanda asked, her soft tone laced with concern as she watched you move.

“Tony’s. He’s the only one who can delete this.”

Wanda opened her mouth to try and persuade you otherwise but seeing the determined look on your face, she sighed and got out of bed.

Truth be told, Wanda was also terrified of Natasha potentially finding out about what had just happened. After all, she was Nat’s best friend and you were her beloved daughter. Nat certainly wouldn’t appreciate or approve of Wanda fucking her daughter’s brains out.

After reaching Tony’s home, you practically dragged the billionaire out of the bed and into his study. He sat in front of his collection of devices, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Before he could open his mouth, you handed him your phone.

“I need you to delete this message. Please.” You added after Wanda nudged you in the stomach with her elbow, reminding you of your manners.

He took the phone from you and stared at the audio message, his fingers begging him to press play but pausing when he saw the desperation in your eyes.

“Ooh, is this something dirty you accidentally sent to Nat?” He smirked, his eyes darkening as glanced between you and Wanda, his mind jumping to the right conclusions.

Grabbing his extended arm that held your phone, you twisted it around his back and pushed his chest against his desk. Shouts of pain fell from his lips and a surprised gasp erupted from Wanda.

“Do not test me, Tony.”

“Fuck. Jeez. Alright, alright. I get it.”

He saw the fury flash in your eyes as you released him from your grip. Rubbing his arm with his hand, he stared up at you,

“You’re as scary as your Mom.”

You reluctantly smirked as he set to work on completely erasing the message, lines of code filling his screens.

“I gotta say though. You threatening him was pretty hot.”

Wanda chuckled, switching off the stove, and turning to face you.

Although a brief smile passed over your face, she still saw you worrying your lip as you frowned.

“Here, baby. Let me help you relax.”

In an instant, Wanda hoisted you up onto the marble kitchen counter that you’d previously been leaning against.

Your arms immediately went around her neck as she pushed up her t-shirt that you were still wearing from the night before.

Once she’d pulled it up over your arms and discarded it on the counter, she started to plant soft kisses down your bare body. She nibbled on the sensitive part of your neck erupting a satisfied moan from your throat as you pulled her face closer to you.

Her kisses slowly travelled further down and your hips jumped when, in a sudden, she wrapped her lips around your nipple and sucked. Your back arched into the feeling, holding the redhead close to you as you basked in the pleasure.

“Fuck, mommy.”

Wanda released your wet nipple with a small pop before kissing the space in between your breasts.

“Shh, baby. Let mommy help you.”

She then sucked the other nipple in her mouth, giving it the same treatment as she’d just given the other. You hissed when she grazed the bud with her teeth before her tongue flicked out to soothe the pain.

Your mind grew cloudy with pleasure as your core throbbed, needing relief. Sensing this, Wanda moved further down. When she reached your thighs, she gently pushed your upper body down flat on the counter. You shivered at how cold it felt against your bare skin before shuddering when Wanda threw your legs over her arms and kissed up your inner thighs.

Your hips rose, trying to get her mouth where you wanted it, but Wanda had other ideas. Her eyes grew red as she swirled tendrils around her fingers. In an instant, you found yourself trapped against the counter, almost as if you were bound by invisible rope. Your pussy clenched when you realised it was Wanda’s powers.

“I want you to relax, my sweet girl. But if you don’t listen, I’ll tie you down for real and edge you until you pass out and stop thinking. Is that what you want?” Wanda said sweetly, her soft tone contrasting with her dark words.

You audibly swallowed as your mind filled with what that scene would look like; your arousal spilling down your thighs. You unconvincingly shook your head making Wanda chuckle darkly as she stared down at you.

“Maybe next time. But for now, relax for mommy.”

Not giving you time to respond, she licked a long stripe up your folds. A loud groan fell from your throat. You could practically feel the grinch-like smirk form on Wanda’s face as she started to eat you out.

She licked, nibbled and sucked; wanting to push your worry aside and instead, occupy your mind with pleasure. Her actions were proving fruitful as she felt you nearing your high.

It was almost embarrassing how quick she was able to bring you to your high. No one had ever been able to make you feel like before. Hell, not even you could make yourself feel this way.

Wanda, unbeknownst to you, was listening to your every thought and tabled that particular anecdote for the near future.

Wanda listened carefully to every moan you released and noted the way your pussy would clench every time she moved her tongue in a certain way. With your legs still over her shoulders, she spread them further and pushed her wet tongue inside you.

Your walls immediately clenched at the intrusion. The feeling weird as it differed to the way it felt when her fingers and her strap had been buried inside you.

You weren’t sure whether it was necessarily a better sensation. But it was definitely different. Good different. It seemed as though her tongue molded to fit you as she pushed it in and out of you.

Still unable to move, you couldn’t do anything but relish in how good she was making you feel, throwing your head back as groans and incoherent curses slipped past your lips.

Wanda, unable to speak since her tongue was currently buried in you, decided to voice her words into your mind using her powers.

“Come for mommy, baby. Show me how good I can make you feel.”

You mewled when she curled her tongue inside you, hitting that sweet spot.

You were full of Wanda.

She consumed your body and your mind.

She thrusted her tongue inside you a few more times before you released your arousal on her tongue and all over her mouth.

She let you ride out your orgasm and only pulled back when you shuddered. She stared up at you, her green eyes sparkling with lust, her mouth glistening in your arousal.

“Good girl.” She murmured, licking her lips.

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

“Ugh.”

You slumped on the bed, exhausted at the day’s events.

After Wanda had so graciously given you a release, you hadn’t realised you so desperately sought after, you’d spent the rest of the day running errands and studying for an upcoming exam.

Still laying on the bed, your head propped up when you heard a key jangle in the lock.

“Sweetie, I’m home!”

You jumped up when you heard your Mum’s voice.

Shit.

You silently begged and prayed to the powers that be for, what appeared to be, the millionth time, hoping that she hadn’t listened to the audio.

Now it was time for the moment of truth.

Would she shout at you?

Berate you?

Hell, throw you out of the house, even?

With your mind preoccupied with endless possibilities, you ended up tripping down the stairs. You quickly got up and brushed yourself off, ignoring how your Mum was staring at you.

Silence filled the air as the two of you stared at each other. A few more moments passed until the redhead in front of you burst out laughing.

You stood there, arms crossed over your chest, annoyed at her finding humour in your clumsiness. But as she continued laughing, a smile formed on your face as you joined her until the two of you were in a fit of giggles, tears falling down your cheeks.

As you laughed, you couldn’t help but be relieved. She still acted like your same old Mum. There definitely wasn’t any way she knew.

“Hi, Mum.” You beamed, hugging her tightly.

“Hi, honey.” She replied, wrapping her arms around you.

After her return, the two of you had decided to have a girls night in and watch some movies and eat popcorn. You’d ended up watching some chick flick that neither of you ended up paying attention to as you both fell into a conversation about nothing in particular.

Well, until Natasha had decided to change the subject, causing you to choke on a piece of popcorn.

“So, were you good for Wanda?”

“What?” You asked, coughing before drinking some coke to wash the food down.

“You texted me after the party saying you were staying with her, remember?” Natasha explained nonchalantly, her face unreadable.

“Oh! Yeah, no, I, um. Yeah, I was good.” You said, mentally slapping yourself for stammering over your words as you remembered just how good you behaved for Wanda the night before.

“Okay, good. Want some more popcorn?” Natasha asked, holding up the more empty bowl.

“Uh, sure.”

You watched as she walked out the room, shaking your head at the way you had reacted.

Get it together, y/n.

“Well, at least now you can definitely relax. If she knew, I’m sure I’d be dead by now.”

“Don’t say that. She wouldn’t have killed you.” You said, whispering into the phone, speaking to Wanda on the other side.

“Baby, she’s an ex-assassin. Of course she’d kill me.” Wanda stated, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, maybe.” You chuckled lightly. “I’m just so relieved right now.”

“I can imagine. Just next time, remember to turn your phone off.”

“N-next time?” You asked, your cheeks flushing red.

“Oh, princess. You didn’t think this was a one time thing, did you?”

Your pussy throbbed at her sweet but condescending tone.

“No, Wan-Mommy,” you corrected yourself earning a hum of approval from Wanda.

“Good girl. Now, will you do mommy a favour?”

You nodded before speaking, remembering that Wanda couldn’t see you. “Yes, of course.”

“Can you get the dildo from your closet? You know. The pink one.”

Your eyes widened as your mouth dropped.

How the hell did she know you have a toy? And also, how did she know what colour it was and where you’d hidden it?

“Mommy knows everything, detka.” Wanda replied, as if reading your thoughts - wait, was she?

“Now, go listen to mommy otherwise you might make her mad.”

You hurriedly but quietly - so as to not wake your Mum who was down the hall - opened your closet and found the toy Wanda was referring to. Returning back to your bed, you picked up your phone before connecting your airpods to the device, “I got it, mommy.”

“Well done, baby. I’m gonna need you to be quiet for me because Nat can’t know what we’re doing, okay?”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed.

“First, I want you to get comfortable on your bed and take off your clothes for me.”

Obeying her orders, you felt a rush of pleasure in between your thighs in anticipation.

“Done, mommy.”

“Good, baby. I want you to play with yourself a bit. Run your fingers through that sweet pussy of yours. Imagine that they’re mine.”

You sighed softly as you did exactly what she said. You continued to stroke yourself as you felt yourself grow increasingly wet.

“Slip a finger into yourself, detka.” Wanda said sweetly.

You pushed a finger inside your entrance, a moan trapped in your throat. It wasn’t enough to make you come but the feeling caused your need to grow.

“Add another, baby.”

You slipped another finger in, “now, what, mommy?”

“Push them in out and out, sweetie. But don’t come. You’re not allowed to.”

“Mommy-” You started to whine before Wanda shushed you.

“Don’t be a brat. Listen to your mommy. She knows what she’s doing. I want you to be able to make yourself feel as good as I can make you feel.”

So overcome with need, your mind didn’t make the connection that that was a thought you had earlier when Wanda was eating you out on her kitchen counter.

“I’m sorry, mommy.”

“It’s okay, baby. Go on.”

With her permission, you started to thrust your fingers into your pussy. You tried to be quiet but soon, the sounds of your wet pussy started to fill the air as you felt the familiar sensation form in your stomach.

Hearing you were close, Wanda ordered you stop and you reluctantly pulled your fingers out and licked them clean, as per her request. You then followed her next orders and wet the strap with your juices before pushing it into your entrance.

“Keep going for me, princess. You’re being such a good girl for mommy right now.”

You could hear her soft moans coming through the airpods which you’d connected to your phone. Wanda was currently fingering and teasing herself as she got off on telling you how to pleasure yourself.

“Fuck.” The whispered curse fell from your mouth as you buried the cock to the hilt inside you.

“Exactly, detka. Fuck yourself with the toy. Now.”

Not hesitating, you started to ride the cock, pushing it into you at an increasingly bruising pace.

Soon, the sound of the cock slapping into your pussy filled the air, making you clench tight around the silicone toy.

“Mommy, I’m so close. Please.” You begged, tears pricking your eyes.

“Rub that sweet clit for me and keep fucking yourself. Just imagine me standing over you, watching you right now.”

Sure enough, images filled your head as you pictured the scene perfectly.

Your free hand dropped to your clit and you rubbed the bud harshly in a circular motion as you continued to thrust the strap into you.

The coil inside you grew impossibly tight, you were almost certain you wouldn’t be able to hold it, when Wanda said those three magic words.

“Come for me.”

Biting your lip, you threw your head back as you came hard around the strap, your body arching off the bed.

Wanda’s release quickly followed and soon, she was soothing you with sweet words into the phone.

“Shh, you did so good for mommy, detka. Such a good girl for me.” She cooed making you blush furiously.

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

“Good evening, Wanda. How are you?”

Wanda narrowed her brows at your formal tone but answered just the same.

“I’m well, thank you. How about you, y/n? I trust you’ve been getting on well with your studies?”

Wanda replied, conveying the same levelled tone as you had.

“Of course. She’s a good girl, right, Wanda?” Natasha asked causing Wanda to pause when she was about to take a sip of her wine.

Natasha had invited Wanda over for another dinner and the three of you were currently sitting at the dinner table.

It was almost deja vu; after all, the last dinner the three of you had had, was the catalyst for the beginning of your relationship with Wanda. This was where she’d first teased you and then again in the kitchen, whilst you remained a nervous wreck.

Except this time, both you and Wanda were anxious as you tried to remain as aloof but still friendly with each other as possible, not wanting your mother to catch on or suspect that anything had happened between the two of you.

However, the latter would make certain remarks that would have the two of you panicking, making you second guess yourself about whether Tony had actually completely erased the audio message or not.

Her asking Wanda if you’d been a good girl was an example of that.

“Can you pass the salt, Mom?” You asked, in an attempt to change the subject when you saw Wanda stammering to come up with a suitable answer to Natasha’s question.

“Now which Mom would this be? Me or Wanda?”

Both you and Wanda dropped your forks, the cutlery clattering on your plates as you stared at each other and then at Natasha, her face blank.

“W-What?” You replied, your face heating up as panic rose through you.

Natasha placed her fork on the table and folded her arms over her chest, staring intensely at you.

“I heard the audio that I assume you accidentally sent to me. Well, I heard just enough to realise what was happening and then it suddenly disappeared off my screen. Stark, I presume?”

You cowered under her gaze, wishing for the ground to swallow you whole. Not sure of the right thing to say, you nodded instead.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Just once.” Wanda replied making Natasha turn to face her.

“Well, twice. Technically three times if you count-”

You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from speaking. Wanda stared at you dumbfounded whilst Natasha’s face held a look of amusement.

Natasha’s sigh had both you and Wanda staring up at her, holding your breath as you waited for the repercussions.

“Look, you’re an adult, y/n. I can’t control your life, especially who you sleep with. As much as I wish it wasn’t with my best friend, I know she is a great person. Just no doing it under my roof.” Natasha added making you nod furiously and Wanda exhale a breath of relief.

You were too embarrassed to reply, so you got up, hugged your Mum and grabbed all the dishes, hurrying out of the room with a flushed face.

Dashing into the kitchen, you placed the dirty dishes into the sink and braced yourself against the sink in an attempt to catch your breath and gather your thoughts.

You didn’t know what you’d expected. But it definitely wasn’t that.

Natasha watched as you practically ran out of the dining room and her gaze returned to Wanda.

In an instant, her entire demeanour changed. She tightly gripped Wanda’s arm and stared at her.

“You hurt my little girl and your powers won’t be able to save you from what I will do to you. Understand?”

Wanda was more shocked than anything. She’d known how scary Natasha was but had never had the anger directed at her.

She swallowed hardly and nodded just as furiously as you had done so just a few moments ago, “Y-Yes, Nat. I understand.”

Natasha nodded in acceptance and released her grip on Wanda’s arm. The latter pulled her arm back and rubbed her hand over it, soothing the burn that your mother had caused. They both then faced the open door as you walked back in, unaware of what had just transpired between the two women.

“Everything okay?” You questioned, your brow raised as you saw a suspiciously sweet smile painted on your Mum’s face.

“Yeah, sweetie. Everything’s good. Right, Wanda?”

The redhead in question swallowed hardly and forced a smile to her face, “Yes, all good.”

[nctsworld]

fire alarm

✩ mark x reader | college au | fluff | 1.7k 

SUMMARY ⇾ when your dorm building’s fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night and everyone’s outside, you offer to share your blanket with your shivering, cute neighbour. WARNINGS ⇾ fluff, couple of swear words RATING ⇾ teen+ 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

You started to drift into deep sleep when the sudden blares of the dorm’s fire alarm stirs you awake. 

Your groans are muffled in your pillow, frustrated that this is probably another false alarm like usual. With heavy eyes, you rush to grab your phone and keys, stuff your feet into your shoes, and waddle among the crowd of students, departing the building with your blanket over your shoulders as a make-shift jacket.   

The moment you reach the front of the building where everyone safely coalesces, you glance at your phone as you tug at the ends of your blanket around your chest. 3:08am glows back at you, along with a couple other notifications. You barely get the chance to check them since the blatant chattering of teeth nearby catches your attention instead. 

Your gaze rests on the familiar figure a few steps beside you, rubbing his arms up and down while his legs tremble. Peering around, you realize you’re one of the few who brought more than a jacket for extra warmth during this chill, autumn night. On the other hand, he’s one of the few who hardly had any layers, solely wearing a baggy red t-shirt and a pair of boxers. 

His face swivels side to side, searching the crowd, and it dawns on you that it’s none other than your next door neighbour, Mark. 

His dorm room was to the left of yours. You’ve only interacted with him in passing, regularly acknowledging each other with casual nods and smiles. His sweet smile never failed to make your heart race and to make the corners of your mouth widen further. You didn’t know much about him, except for the fact he played guitar since you occasionally heard him play late at night. 

You always wanted to get to know him, but neither of you shared the same classes nor were you in the same clubs. To make matters worse, the only time you saw one another was when either of you were coming or going.

Perhaps now was the time to finally make a move. 

Lifting your blanket off the pavement, you shuffle your way towards him. As you near him, it clicks in your head that you didn’t initially recognize him because, besides the lack of clothes and the slightly messy hair, he’s wearing glasses to boot. 

“Hey, neighbour.”  

Mark stops his searching and his focus lands on you. The handsome individual steps closer to shorten the space between you, displaying his signature smile. You grip onto your blanket tighter and the weight of your shoulders droop, allowing your face to shyly sink into the sea of fabric covering you. 

The shivering man says your name and replies with a cool, “Hey.” 

“Do you want to share the blanket with me?” 

“Oh, no. It’s okay, I’m all right,” he stammers with a shake of his head, continuing to rub his arms.  

You perk an eyebrow and open one of your arms out, offering him the promise of warmth. 

Beaming, you say, “There’s enough room for another.”

His mouth twists to one side of his face, the gears in his head obviously turning. 

“Are you sure?”       

A hum, nod, and a grin answer his uncertainty. Mark swiftly grasps onto the end of the blanket and wraps himself over his shoulder. Although the heat from the front of your body flees due to the partial sacrifice of your cover, you’re now having an extra source of heat from being right next to Mark, touching shoulder to shoulder. 

“Thanks,” he bobs his head. “I appreciate it. I just bolted out of bed and didn’t think of even bringing a jacket.” 

“That’s okay, that’s why you have me,” you joke, swaying and pressing your shoulder lightly against his. 

Both of you chuckle softly. There’s something else to add to the list of things that are keeping you warm—the prickling rising from your chest to your cheeks. 

You then comment, “I’ve never seen you with glasses before. I almost didn’t recognize you.” 

“Ah, yeah, I wear contacts during the day. Depending on stuff, I sometimes wear my glasses, but not as often.” 

“Well, I think you look good either way.” 

Your eyes practically fall and roll away from your head, cognizant of the words that just escaped your mouth. 

“I mean—” You snap your eyes shut for an extended beat, not wanting to see the look on your next door crush’s face. “You know what, let’s just pretend I didn’t say that out loud.” 

Exhaling a lengthy sigh, you turn to face the opposite direction, now regretting your offer to share your blanket with him. 

Your regret leads you to miss the way his face lights up. 

“Hey, no, thanks for the compliment.” 

Under the blanket, his fingers gingerly graze over yours for a fleeting moment, which causes you to shift your head towards him again. The tips of your noses are almost touching. His twinkling eyes are locked on you, but yours are veering everywhere else except on him. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look good too.” 

With that, your gaze finally lands on Mark.  

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

You want to continue the conversation, you really do, but you’re at a loss of words and are too busy getting lost in the galaxy of his eyes from up-close. From the way he’s not tearing his eyes away either, a little part of you wonders if he harbours an infatuation with you as well. He couldn’t possibly, right? 

Despite being practically strangers, the silent, intense aura blooms as time passes. Your respective breaths brush against each other’s lips and it’d be so easy to just lean in to meet the other’s—

Suddenly, the tension is cut short as everyone begins to sluggishly amble their way back into the building. 

Although nothing really transpired, you break apart simultaneously like someone caught you two doing something you shouldn’t. Mark lets you have your blanket all to yourself once more and both of you head back side by side in comfortable silence.  

After walking up the flight of stairs, trailing behind all the other residents of the building, you finally reach your respective doors. 

“It was nice to see you,” you say, pulling your keys out and inserting the fitting one into your lock. 

“Yeah, thanks for sharing your blanket with me. I really appreciate it.” 

“Anytime, neighbour,” you glance up at him from your hand. His whole body faces you and his mouth is agape like he’s itching to say something. On second thought, he presses his lips together and feels around his body for his keys. Realization hits him in the face. 

“Shit,” he bangs his forehead against the door, deterring you from entering your home abode. “I forgot my keys inside.” 

Mark turns to you with a scrunched face. Even in a state of frustration, how could someone be so cute? “Sorry to ask, but can I borrow your phone?” 

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” You don’t hesitate to scramble and hand it over to him. 

He mumbles a quick thanks, rubbing the back of his head. When he finishes entering a number to dial-in, he holds the phone against his ear and leans the side of head against his door, still facing you. You stand there awkwardly, eyes wavering between the adorable phone borrower and the handful of people in the hallway trickling back into their dorms. 

After the third unanswered ring, a bold offer impulsively escapes your lips.  

“You know, you can stay at my place overnight if you need to.” 

Oh, no. Shit. Why brain, why?

You don’t register your brazenness until the fifth ring, when Mark’s jaw is hanging and his eyebrows are glued to the ceiling. Okay, maybe you can save the moment by saying it was a joke or—

“Hello?” you overhear a muffled grumble on the other end. 

The shock dissolves away from his face. “Oh, hey. Sorry to wake you, Johnny. It’s Mark…” 

Utter embarrassment. This time, you can’t save yourself from your impetuous words. Millions of possibilities run through your mind, including abandoning your phone for him to keep and then moving to another building. No, moving to another college. Actually, Mars sounds like an even better idea. 

You’re so deep in your overdramatic thoughts, your face in a pinch behind your blanket, that you don’t even realize Mark’s already done with his call. 

“Thanks.” His voice breaks you away from your thoughts, eyelids shooting open. He must’ve stepped closer while you weren’t looking because he’s now in front of you, dangling your device from his fingertips. You gently grasp the phone, jointly holding it with him. 

“And about your offer…” You cringe, ready for him to ignore your existence until the end of time. You officially ruined everything, and nothing has even happened yet. 

“How about we go on a date first?” 

Your head shoots up at his proposition. Did you hear that right? 

“Then, maybe when the fire alarm goes off again next time and I forget my keys, I’ll take you up on it.”

It could be because it’s almost 4am and you’re teetering on sleep, or you’re purely stricken, but all you could do is nod mindlessly and squeak, “Sure.”    

A heartstopping smile rolls over his face. “I was hoping you’d say that. I took the liberty of adding myself to your contacts and sent a text to my phone.” 

Mark releases your phone from his grip and begins to walk backwards towards the stairs, suppressing his desire to stay with you for a little while more. But, it’s late and it’s not like this was the last time he’d see you. You are neighbours after all. 

Waving, he whisper-shouts in the hallway, “I’ll text you back first thing when I can. Have a good night!” 

You subtly wave back, still huddling your blanket over your shoulders. When he disappears from your line of sight, you enter your room and flop onto your bed with a jubilant sigh. 

Following knocks at his door, a slit-eyed Johnny is welcomed by a vivacious friend. Too vivacious for 4am. 

“Dude, you won’t believe what just happened. Remember that cute neighbour I’ve been telling you about?...” 

Maybe (and thankfully) there wasn’t an actual fire, but another one was certainly beginning to kindle. 

And neither of you had the intention of extinguishing it any time soon. 

[seobseobs]

except you , you can stay

bf!yeonjun x reader (no prns) • 0.5k

romantic; angst, comfort, humour, established relationship au

[ yeonjun attempts to comfort y/n , rlly just caring (or maybe not, you decide after u read lol) bf!yeonjun , depression 🫂 , y/n has a breakdown :(( , word vomit kind of idk , not proofread ] - reposted

back to suite

you don't remember when's the last time you really feel alive. this year was a constant cycle of trying to survive the day. you assume people who say "you don't read when you're free, you make your time to read" are just really mentally stable. which you're not. haha.

one day you just suddenly found showering difficult when it actually was one of your favourite things, still is actually. even brushing teeth seems so draining. thank god college ended because you still remember that one exam week where you had like 3 panic attacks per day- which eventually lead you to straight Fs but who are you to care about grades when you're literally watching your life slipping away.

actually. now that you think about it. maybe having just ended school is not a good thing at all.

because you're still so, so, so helpless even without the school burden. you don't have a "reason" to be depressed anymore so why the fuck are you still here awake at 2am wishing you could just, if only you could just off this thing- this stupid mindset. this is so stupid. you hate it. you really do.

you huff, letting the tears you tried to hold back fall down your cheeks. in times like these, you wish you can let it all out to yourself but even that, you don't know how to. sure you're crying, but is it because you're raged? upset? confused? all of the above? none of the above? no one knows, especially you.

you thought the world is going to leave you alone tonight as they offer you a consolidation in how peaceful late nights can be. but they had other plans.

because right at that moment, there's suddenly a knock at your door.

you stop yourself from crying and take your time wiping the tears off your face. normally you would feel annoyed (which you are but feeling it a little less today) but something tells you that you need this. someone. something. whatever the hell is waiting at your door.

as soon as you open the door, your boyfriend's face greets you. the wide grin on his face quickly falls when he sees your state, his lips turning into a slight pout.

"babe?", he reaches his hand to your cheek and you nuzzle into it, closing your eyes, "yes junnie?"

his lips presses into a thin line for a few seconds, his hand on your cheek then slides downwards towards your hand as he lightly tugs you to lay in the bed with him. once you both are settled in, he brings your hand to his lips, "i love you so, so much" he whispers.

'you've been crying haven't you?' his eyes catches the tiny wet splotches on your sleeves, not saying it out loud because he knows that crying is not what you want right now. not when you just had a breakdown.

so he settles for a lullaby. it's not much but he hopes it could soothe you even just a little bit.

'because you deserve the whole world'

"you can be the peanut butter to my jelly,

you can be the butterflies i feel in my belly,

you can be the captain,

and i can be your first ma-"

"yeonjun, really?"

✒ maybe i should stop writing fanfics at 4am...

[twinklelilstarkey]

could we get more of good girl and rafe pleasseee?? i’m a sucker for the good girl/bad boy trope. like her getting upset about him getting in fights and cleaning him up I DIE

A/N: Wasn’t sure on what type of ‘upset’ you meant, so I made her a lil mad at him. Hope it’s okay.

Bruises - Rafe Cameron [GoodGirl!Reader]

Words: 1.4k+

Type: Mostly fluff

Warnings: Female!Reader. Mentions of bruises and blood.

DO NOT REPOST, REWRITE OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORK!

You roll in your bed, mind completely occupied with the show that you’re watching. A stupid smile has spread over your features as the main character finally does what she has been planning on doing the whole season.

A knock on your window makes you jump in your bed and look over your shoulder to look it beside you. You frown while sitting up and grab your phone to check the time, 4am.

What in the hell...

Another harsh knock makes you jump in your feet and finally make your way to the curtains. You pull them way hesitatingly and sigh in relief at the sight of Rafe scrolling through his contacts, probably to call you.

You put your phone down and unlock the window, making the blonde look up from his phone at you. You slide the window open and he puts his phone back on his pocket.

It’s extremely dark in your backyard, so if it wasn’t for the dim lighting from the street lights, you would’ve thought it was a serial killer.

Good thing for street lights, uh?

You step back to let Rafe climb your home’s wall like a complete monkey and make his way inside your room with ease. Something he has mastered with much practice.

“What are you-” You start but as soon as he stands straight and looks down at you, you freeze.

“Do I look that bad?” He asks and tries to reach for your arm, making you step back.

The shocked look falls from your face and a scowl forms almost instantly.

“Just sit down” You order him while crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Rafe carefully does as told and you make your way out of the bedroom and down the stairs of your house to grab the med-kit.

While you’re absent, Rafe looks around your familiar room and finds a mirror. He stares at his own reflection and cringes at the sight.

“Fuck” He whispers under his breath.

No wonder you were upset just by looking at his face. He has a small trail of blood coming out from his nose, a cut above his left eyebrow and on his lip, and a bruise forming on his jaw, close to his ear.

He looks down at his hands and the sight is not any better. His knuckles are bruised and his fingers are stained with dry blood.

You come back inside the room and don’t even him spare him a look. You close the door as silently as you can, turning the lock this time, just in case your parents get any ideas to check on you at 4 in the morning.

You walk towards your bed, where Rafe is sitting and you start opening the plastic box so you can pull out all possible disinfectants for his wounds.

“I’m so-” He tries to say but you stop him.

“You promised me, Rafe” You say, finally looking at him, “No more fights”

He gives you a sad glance and you look down at your hands, opening the new pack of cotton balls. Something you’ve had to purchase more and more recently, all because of Rafe.

“I know, but I- Shit. The guy was saying so many things and I couldn’t just not do anything” He tries to justify and you shake your head, “I’m sorry”

You walk away from the med-kit with everything you need in your hands and stand in front of him. Rafe leans back and you take your usual seat over his lap, straddling his legs.

The boy in front of you almost sighs in relief as you do it, since in his mind it shows him how you don’t completely hate him, but it doesn’t take long before he’s hit with the amazing feeling of rubbing alcohol over a fresh wound. 

“Ow, owww” He repeats in pain at you, “More gentle, please”

You pull your hand away from his face and send him a glare.

“Right, sorry. You can keep going” He corrects himself and you move your hand back to his face.

Rafe closes his eyes to try and not show the pain he really is in as you continue to rub the cotton ball over the wound, that seems to need a lot of cleaning, carelessly. 

You throw the used cotton ball into your crash beside your desk, which is still completely occupied with your late night study notes, and when you look back at Rafe, he’s already staring.

“Are you mad at me?” He questions.

“Am I not allowed to?”

It’s rare for Rafe to see you mad at him, since, when it happens, it usually doesn’t last that much time (thankfully). But, if he had to be honest, he finds you cute whenever you glare at him, but also intimidating when you actually use words against him.

He doesn’t say it out loud, though. He likes to live.

You look away from him and start laying another product over the new cotton ball. He sees you do everything while sitting on his lap, completely lost in your thoughts as you do it. Still holding that frown, even though now mixed with your usual one of concentration.

You look up and grab his chin to hold his face in place. You fight the urge to warn him about how much it will sting, and press the cotton ball over his lip.

Rafe moves his head away as a reflex.

“Motherfucker, dude. That hurt!” He curses and you can’t help but let a chuckle escape your mouth.

He looks down at you and you cover your mouth to hide your smile. You’re supposed to hate him for now. Remember that.

“Is my suffering that entertaining to you?” He asks, playfully poking your side.

“In these type of days, yes”

Before he could say or do anything else, you grab his face again and this time he prepares himself mentally for what’s to come. 

You’re quick with your dabs and swaps with the cotton ball, which almost makes Rafe want to scream a ‘thank you’. You clean his bloody nose and bloody knuckles just as quick, and before you could even tell, you were finished.

“I’ll go get you some ice” You say while throwing the last bloody cotton ball to the trash.

Rafe’s, now, warm hands hold your hips down to his lap so you don’t get up and you send him a confused look. He wraps his arm around you and snuggles into the crook of your neck, catching you by surprise.

“Thank you” He whispers against your skin and squeezes you close to him.

You do the same and wrap your arms on top of his shoulders, pulling him to you. Rafe relaxes all his muscles in that same second and closes his eyes, smoothing himself while holding you.

“I’m sorry, again” You hear him whisper.

“You don’t need to say sorry, Rafe. I just get worried when you get in fights” You whisper back to him.

“I know, I know”

You two stay like this for some time and you let him be the first to pull away, but it seems like he’s not even thinking about letting you go this soon.

“Did the guy deserve it?” You ask him as you look at the wall of your room, leaning your head against his cheek.

Rafe chuckles against you and squeezes you even more.

“Of course, he did”

“Than I’m not mad anymore” You say playfully and he laughs at you.

His chest moves against yours as he does it and you smile at the sound of his cackles. 

He sighs when calmer and gives you a small squeeze against him.

“God, I don’t deserve you” He whispers.

You pull your head away from his shoulder at you hear his words and take a quick look at him.

“Of course, you do” You tell him, making him give you a soft look with a small grin, “You deserve me and more”

He chuckles slightly with a sad smile and you kiss the corner of his lips, pressing a lot of pecks over his skin.

“I need to go get you ice, now” You tell him and he nods, slowly releasing you for his hold.

As you’re about to get up, he leans forward to give you a kiss and you pull away as dramatically as you can while shaking your head.

“Nuh-uh mister. Not when your lip looks like that” You say while pointing at his wounded lip.

His shoulders fall and you get up from his lap, letting him fall on his back on your bed in defeat.

“I’ll be right back” You say while leaning down at him and kissing the center of his forehead lovingly. “Pick a movie while I’m not here, yeah?”

Hope you liked this! 🥰

And YES! Good girl x Bad boy trope is one of the superior tropes!!! It’s so goooood!

[scarletwinterxx]

but it might take a hundred sleepless nights

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Make it stop. 

All you could think about while you lie in bed, your pillows soaked in tears and hands clutching your chest, You’re not a doctor but you’re pretty sure you could die right now with the amount of pain you’re feeling. 

You couldn’t even close your eyes because the minute you do all you can see is him. And it hurts so damn much. You don’t want to say you miss him, admitting that you do would only make his absence feel more real. 

You don’t even know how long you’ve been lying on your bed. Days, week you’re not sure. You threw your phone somewhere in your room and you haven’t mustered up the energy to go and look for it. 

Even the most simplest tasks such as sitting up from your bed hurts, you just go back and collapse every time you try. Not that you’re putting that much effort anyways. You just want to cry all day. 

Your bestfriend eventually got the message that you don’t want to talk to anyone at the moment, giving you the space and all the time you need for yourself. She still checks up on you from time to time, to make sure you’re still alive probably. She leaves a tray of food and snacks by your door but you haven’t touched that either. 

The sun outside was about to set, again. It’s the same routine everyday. You stare out the window and watch the sun come up and go down. 

For you the night is harder, while the rest of the world is at peace you go through a war with your mind. 

This night though you couldn’t take the silence, so for the first time in days you got up. Changed your clothes, took a coat from your closet then walked out the apartment. You didn’t have a particular destination in mind so you just walked and walked, one foot in front of the other. 

After walking for awhile, you’re pretty sure you’re on the other side of town. You didn’t have your phone with you nor your wallet. You sat on the bench by the bus stop, hands in your pocket in attempt to keep yourself warm. 

You’re not really sure how long you were sitting there when a car passed by, suddenly hitting the brakes making a loud noise. You didn’t bother to look over, but then you hear footsteps coming towards you. 

Half of your brain was telling to run because you might get abducted but the other just really didn’t give a fuck anymore. 

Let them take me. You thought. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” the voice asked, you knew that voice. 

It’s the last voice you’re expecting to hear, Maybe you’re hallucinating. 

The person is now standing directly infront of you but your head was hung low, tears threatening to spill again. 

“Are you out of your mind?! It’s 4am, you went out without telling anybody! You didn’t even bother taking your phone with you” he reprimanded you

“You’re not really here” you mumbled, too low for him to hear but you were only telling yourself this anyways

“Do you even care anymore? What were you thinking?!”

“Shut up. Shut up Shut up!” by the third time you said it, you stood up so now you’re face to face with him. Tears were already freely falling again from your already swollen eyes, anyone could tell you’ve been crying. 

“Why are you even here? We broke up, remember? You broke up with me, so you don’t get to ask me what I’m doing anymore. You broke up with me” the last part you said with a lower voice, you sounded so small and broken.

“You broke up with me” you whispered then collapsed to the ground, Haechan didn’t get the chance to catch you but he immediately helped you up but you refused. 

“I’m sorry, I really am. I hate seeing you like this” he mumbled, “please don’t, I don’t want to hear it”

“Can I drive you home, you had everyone worried” he probably didn’t want to come out and find you, your friends probably just called him out of worry.

“I’ll take a cab” you mumbled, shrugging his hand that was supporting you before standing up by yourself

“You don’t even have your wallet with you, my car’s right there I can drive you home. Atleast I know you’re safe” 

“I can’t! I don’t want to, if you can go and feel okay after all of that then good for you. But I’m not you. I’m not okay, I haven’t stopped crying since that fucking night, I haven’t gotten out of bed before this. I feel tired just with sitting up, I feel like I can’t breath even though I’m outside. I can’t even sleep because it feels like I’m suffocating every time I close my eyes. I can’t even look at you right now because it just.. hurts. so. damn. much.”

By the time you were done speaking, you were crying uncontrollably you feel like your legs just might give out.

Haechan must’ve noticed this since he hurriedly walked towards you but you walked backwards. Making sure there was enough distance between the two of you. 

“Call a friend of mine, whatever I don’t care. I just can’t...”

“Okay, okay” he said, his voice so gentle in your ears

After that he didn’t say much, he didn’t say anything at all. He just stood in a distance as he waits for your friend to come and pick you up, a couple of minutes later a car pulled up in front of you. 

“Oh my god, you’re safe thank god” she mumbled while giving you a tight hug, looking over at Haechan to give him a silent thank you. They knew if there was anyone who could find you easily, it would be him. 

Even though you guys called it quits, there’s still this invisible string that pulls him to you. He doesn’t need to call you to know where you are, he can just go in a whim and eventually he’ll find you. 

He watched as your friend helped you to her car, passing you a blanket she brought and a water bottle before closing the door and walking to where he was. Safe distance between you and him. 

“She’s not doing good. She haven’t eaten in days, I don’t even know if she drinks the glass of water she took in her room. I’m pretty sure I can hear her cry herself to sleep every night” each word that your friend says is like a knife being stabbed on his chest. He didn’t mean to hurt you like this. 

He never meant to hurt you at all. 

He also knew this will eventually come. The two of you haven’t talked properly in months since you’ve both been so busy with school, he felt like the breakup was inevitable. He just did what the other one didn’t have the courage to do. 

But seeing you like this,  watching you break right in front of him. Your eyes not having the usual shine they had whenever you look at him, he wanted to take everything back. But he couldn’t, what’s done is done. 

“Look, I don’t know what happened between the two of you and I don’t want to take sides without knowing your reasons for breaking up. But just so you know, she loves you so much it’s like the only light in her life burned out when you left. If you have any care left for her, then just let her be”

He looked over the girl’s shoulder to see you all cuddled up in the car. Staring blankly out the window. 

“Can I just ask one thing?” he said, eyes still on you

“What?”

“Take care of her, not for me but for her and when she’s ready to hear it please tell her I’m sorry”

The girl smiled sadly at Haechan, “When she’s ready to hear it, go tell her yourself” then she bid goodbye, walking back to the car where you were waiting for her. 

You only snapped out of your daze when the door opened and your friend slid in. Shooting you a quick smile before driving away. Not once you looked back to see if he was still there, you weren’t sure if you had the strength to not run back when you do. 

So Haechan just stood there, watching as the car drove further and further away from him. Feeling a piece of him drifting away, again. 

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Curiosity Killed The Cat | Owen Patrick Joyner

Requested: Yes/No

Hi! I was wondering if you can do an Owen imagine kinda based off his Instagram story of him finding a cat. I was thinking he’d actually find the missing cat though and come ring your doorbell at 4am bc he’s chaotic. You can decide everything. Thank you in advance!!!

A/N: The cat doesn’t actually die in this, it’s just a saying that i liked for the title, so don’t worry! It’s got a happy ending!

Pairing: Owen x Fem!Reader

Song(s) used: none 

Warnings: none

Words: 3,949

A week. It had been exactly one week since y/n last saw her cat, Tunabean. The white, grey striped Ragamuffin cat had been absent from y/n’s apartment for way longer than she normally would be and it worried y/n to the point where she’d be out looking for the little rascal every night after work. 

“Found her yet?” Jamila asked as she entered y/n’s apartment after coming home from work. 

Jamila was y/n’s roommate and best friend since college. The two had lived together through their college career and decided to be roommates after too, as long as neither had significant others to go live with. 

“No,” y/n’s lip stuck out into a pout as she feverishly reposted the message on all her social media platforms. “People have been tearing down my posters as well. Did you see the ones near Andrews Park? They were torn to shreds!” 

Jamila pulled her lips into a tight smile before putting her bags on the dining room table and joining y/n on the couch. “Yeah, I saw. I’m really sorry, y/n. If you want, we can go and put up some more posters? Exchange the torn up ones with some fresh ones?”

“You’d do that for me?” 

“Of course! Sweetie, I’d do anything to get little Bean home, you know that, right?” y/n nodded her head in response, though she wasn’t sure if she knew that. 

Jamila wasn’t the biggest fan of Tunabean at first. She hated cats. Growing up, she’d always had a dog but never a cat. She didn’t trust the little rascals for one second. So, when y/n showed up with little Tunabean after having had what felt like the worst week of her life, Jamila was a tiny bit angry. But eventually warmed up to Tunabean when the little kitty seemed so placid, you could easily cuddle up to it on the sofa. 

“Let’s go find Zach at his work, bribe him to print me more posters for cheap, hang ‘em up around town and then maybe Tino’s?” Jamila’s eyes lit up at the mention of her favorite restaurant. 

She snapped her fingers and pointed finger guns at her best friend. “Sounds like a plan!” she said and wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. It was a cold November day and no person could leave their house consciously without being bundled up into layers and layers of clothing.  

“I hope Bean didn’t hide under a car and the owner didn’t tap the hood before getting in…” y/n muttered, her voice thick with worry, as they exited the apartment building and stepped into the blistering cold. 

“I’m sure she just found a few boyfriends and is spending her time with them,” Jamila tried to reassure her, but knew all-too-well that Tunabean wouldn’t stay away this long, even if she had a lover cat to make little kittens with. She loved Jamila and y/n’s home too much. 

“Are you slut shaming my cat right now?” 

“Our cat,” Jamila corrected, causing a smile to find its way to y/n’s face, “And no, I am not. I’m just trying to be optimistic here, y/n.” Jamila tucked her cold hands into the pockets of her tan peacoat. “I’m sure Tunabean is alright.” 

“What if she isn’t though? What if she’s like meowing somewhere in the middle of Norman and no one to hear her pleas?” Jamila rolled her eyes at how dramatic her best friend was being.  

“Norman ain’t that big, sweetie. I’m sure if she’s meowing somewhere, we would’ve heard her already.” 

“Exactly! Which means she’s either dead or god knows anywhere! She could be in Oklahoma City! We don’t know that!” y/n exclaimed loudly, using excessive hand gestures more so to keep herself warm than emphasis. 

Jamila stopped in her tracks and grabbed y/n by the shoulders, stopping her too. “Stop being such a drama queen, y/n! I’m sure Tunabean is fine. Maybe she’s on an adventure or making new friends, you don’t know that!” 

“You don’t care about our child, admit it,” y/n muttered. This rendered Jamila silent. “Admit you don’t care about our child, Jam!” Passer-byers shot them a weirded out glare, which Jamila sent right back. 

“Oh, please! Don’t pretend there are no lesbian families in Norman too!” she yelled at them. The comical side of the whole situation made y/n laugh a tiny bit. “There’s that smile I like to see.” Jamila softly touched y/n’s chin with her knuckle before grabbing the girl’s hand in hers. The warmth of Jamila’s hand radiating through to y/n’s made her feel all toasty. “Let’s go print some posters!”  

The girls reached a one-storey building with red decrepit letters stuck to the roof. 

HOOPER PRINTING CO. 

As y/n opened the glass door and held it for Jamila to walk in, the smell of ink reached her nostrils. Though not a very traditional scent to love, it reminded y/n of one of her best friends. It was like  her brain just knew that the muscles in her cheeks would soon start to hurt thanks to Zachary. A boy the girls had met in college as Xana. 

Jamila spotted the bleached blonde mop of hair immediately and signaled to y/n to sneak up to him. On their tippy toes, the two approached the tall slender man, and when they were close enough, they took in a deep breath and-- “Don’t even think about it,” Zach mumbled without even looking at them. 

Jamila and y/n glanced at each other, cheeks puffed out from the breath they were holding. “How’d you--?” y/n didn’t even finish her sentence as she looked past Zach and her eyes landed on a tiny tv screen. Cameras, of course. 

“Since when do you have security cameras?” y/n asked as she hopped onto the counter Zach was sorting invoices on. 

He shrugged, “Sometime this week, I think.” His bright blue eyes met y/n’s as she sheepishly looked at him while kicking her legs. The boy sighed exasperated, knowing all too well what the girls are here for. “No. Not again.” 

“Please, Zachy! Tunabean is still missing and her posters have been ripped down!” Her eyes teared up at the thought of her kitty being out there all by herself in Norman. All she could hope was that the creepy dudes from Doyle’s didn’t get their filthy paws on her little princess. 

“Come on, Zach. You love that cat too!” Jamila chimed in, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring at him knowingly. 

“Fine, come here,” he reached out his hand and y/n handed him the thumb drive on which she kept her self-made posters. “You’re gonna have to buy me Tino’s though.” 

“We were going there afterwards, if you wanna join?” y/n’s voice was teasing and sly. 

“I’m off at five,” he simply stated before pressing a few buttons on his desktop and waking up the printer closest to them. “How long has she been gone for?” he then asked after a few beats of silence. Y/N dropped her head and stared at her still moving legs for a moment. 

“About a week,” she replied. 

Zach pulled his lips into a tight smile. He reached his hand out and placed it gently on top of hers. “She’ll come back.” 

“How can you be so sure? She might be hurt somewhere or dead and I won’t even know. I won’t even be able to say goodbye to her.” Tears pooled in y/n’s eyes as she thought of the sweet little kitten she had found in a ‘take one for free’ box on a curb one day. She was the last one left. 

“I’m not sure, y/n. But I’d like to be optimistic. Besides, Tunabean is resilient and the most independent kitty I’ve ever known. She’ll survive. She’s probably out adventuring with some friends.” 

Though the words weren’t very reassuring and y/n knew she had every right to be worried, they did calm her down a little. Tunabean was resilient and extremely independent. She’ll find her way back home.    

*

“I’ll see you guys later, bye!” Owen waved at his friends as he stepped into the cold November night. It was 4 am and he was just returning home from a day spent with friends. He had fallen asleep during the movie, only waking up in the middle of the night, realizing his parents were probably worrying about him, seeing he’d told them he’d be home by midnight at the latest. 

He softly hummed along to the song that was playing in his head as he walked down West Main Street, his hands tucked deep into his pockets to try and keep them warm. He should’ve brought a thicker coat or a thicker jumper. 

“Ah, mister Joyner!” a familiar voice with a thick accent made him shake out of his train of thought about the cold. The friendly face of the robust Italian greeted him in the dim light of the restaurant behind him. 

“Still working, Tino?” Owen asked as he stopped in his tracks to talk to the man everyone in Norman, Oklahoma loved. 

“Already back at work, ragazzino!” he replied in his thick Italian accent. Owen always thought it was fake and just for show to lure clients, so that they knew he was a pure Italian man, sharing his love for the Italian cuisine in his restaurant. 

“At four in the morning?!” Owen exclaimed, stunned at the man’s determination for his job. 

“Deliveries don’t wait, signore.” His laugh boomed into the empty, dark streets of Norman. Owen couldn’t help but let out a laugh too while his eyes averted and landed on a poster in the window. A black-and-white picture of a small cat stared back at him.  

MISSING: TUNABEAN

Grey-and-white striped ragamuffin cat, listens to the name Tunabean. 

“She’s been missing for a week, the poor girl who owns her is worried sick,” Tino told Owen when he noticed what he was looking at. The blond twenty-year-old pressed his lips together. He only ever had a dog that had never run away, but he could imagine what it would be like to not know where your pet is. He would totally lose it if Bindi ever went missing. 

“I feel sorry for her,” Owen said, unsure of anything else to say. 

“Yeah, me too,” said Tino. “Keep an eye out for Tunabean, yeah?” 

“I will.” 

And with that, Owen continued his walk back home. The cat on the poster kept haunting his mind. Those big eyes were something he wouldn’t forget anytime soon. Thanks to said image plastered in his brain, he even started hearing meowing when he got to Andrews Park. It was a soft, fragile meow that had to echo through his brain for a few seconds before he realized it actually came from the bushes he was walking past as he passed through Andrews Park. 

Curiously, and kind of feverishly, Owen started to dig into the shrubbery until he found a tiny cat. “Oh, don’t worry, little one. I got you.” He said as he carefully detangled it from the branches. As he held it up to his face, he found the big, round eyes from the poster staring back at him in real life. “Tunabean?” he cooed, and the cat tilted its head ever so slightly. 

He stroked the cat’s head and scratched behind her ear before pulling it closer into his chest. She was shivering, but Owen wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the fear. If she’d been missing for a week, God knows how long she must’ve been stuck in there. 

“You hurt, little one?” he mumbled to it as he absentmindedly made his way to the one person he knew could help. 

“Owen,” Emmy groaned when she’d opened the door to find him standing on the curb with a pout on his face. “It’s four in the morning, I have to be up in an hour for work.” 

“That’s why I’m here,” he said and showed her the cat he had tucked in his jacket to keep it warm. “I found her in the bushes near Andrews Park. Can you check if she’s okay?” Emmy’s eyes darted from the cat to Owen and back. “Please, Emmy? You’re the only one I know could help her out.” 

“Come on in,” she sighed, clearly disgruntled at the early wakeup call. But she couldn’t say no to a little kitty in need. She’d been rescuing animals since she was a little girl, she wasn’t going to leave this one in the dust. 

Owen placed the cat on the table as it meowed and nudged Owen’s hand with her head. “It’s okay, Tunabean, Emmy here is gonna make sure you’re okay.” 

“Tunabean?” Emmy asked as she put on latex gloves. 

“Yeah, I think it’s the cat from the missing posters you see all around town?” 

Emmy gingerly took the cat in her gloved hands and started her check-up. “Ah, yes! My brother and his buddies took some of them down, thinking they were ‘rebellious’.” She rolled her eyes. “You gonna bring her back?” 

“Of course, Tino said the owner was worried sick about her.” 

Emmy smiled at this. Owen had always been the compassionate one in their friend group. He’d only act upon things if he was sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. Though, sometimes that compassion vanished when they were with their friends and he got a ‘brilliant’ idea, which was most likely kind of dangerous. 

“Oh, look,” Emmy whispered as she showed Tunabean’s paw. There was a thorn stuck in the little pad. “Poor thing! Hold her for a second, please? I’m gonna get my tweezers to get it out.” Owen placed a hand on the cat’s stomach, his fingers lightly scratching at the white fur. 

Emmy returned with everything she needed, and within a few seconds, Tunabean was freed from the thorn in her paw and back on her feet. She suddenly seemed a lot more peppy than she was before. 

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” Owen said as he scooped the kitten back up into his arms, holding it close to his chest. Emmy took her gloves off and scratched the cat’s head. 

“Goodbye, Tunabean,” she cooed, earning licks from her rough little tongue. “Ooh, I think I got the girl’s address here somewhere. Tunabean is Anna’s client and we’ve got them in the system.” 

As quickly as she’d said it, she’d handed the address over to Owen. After thanking her profusely, Owen went on his way with the cat tucked safely in his jacket for warmth. 

He was nervous as it was already five in the morning and the woman most definitely was still asleep. But he didn’t want to keep her in even more suspense and worry about her cat as she already was. 

“Hello?” a sleepy voice sounded through the intercom. 

“Hi, I’m Owen, I think I got your cat, Tunabean?” 

A silence fell, only Tunabean’s sleepy snoring disrupting the peace and quiet of the night. The poor girl had fallen asleep in Owen’s arms. He almost felt sad he had to give her away again. 

It took a good minute before the door to the apartment building opened up and a girl in red flannel pj’s opened the door. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun with big strands falling out of it. Though she’d probably rather not be seen like this out in public, Owen thought she looked breathtaking, even in the dim light from the hallway of her corridor and the street lights. 

“You really got Tunabean?” she asked as she held onto the door, squishing herself in the small opening she’d granted herself. Owen opened his jacket and carefully showed her the cat who’d woken up from her slumber. “Tunabean!” the girl exclaimed and grabbed the grey pet from the boy’s hands. Their fingers brushed ever so slightly, and though y/n was too busy with her cat, Owen felt it. He felt the spark. 

“I would invite you inside for a drink to thank you, but my roommate is still asleep and I don’t want to wake her.” Owen held up his hand, a smile tugging at his lips as he shook his head. 

“That’s okay. I don’t need a reward. I’m just glad I could reunite the two of you again,” he said, smiling at the girl and her cat. “Oh! She did have a thorn in her paw though, but my friend is a vet and I took her to her for a check-up before I came here.” 

“Aw, poor Bean,” she scratched the cat’s head before turning back to the blonde boy. “Thank you. That’s very considerate of you.” He tipped his head forward, the smile still persistent on his lips. 

“Glad I could help,” he repeated, jamming his hands into the pockets of his jacket again. “I’m gonna go though. I’m sure you’d rather go back to sleep right now than talk to a complete stranger on your doorstep.” 

“Oh, uhm, okay… Goodbye then? And thank you again for bringing Tunabean back.” 

Owen took a few steps backwards as he said, “You’re most welcome. Goodbye, Tunabean and…” 

“Y/N.” 

“Goodbye Tunabean and y/n.” His eyes lingered on hers for a few more seconds before he turned around to really make his way home now, no distractions. 

“Wait! I didn’t catch yours!” she whisper-shouted after him. 

He turned again, but kept walking. “Owen,” he said. 

“Goodbye, Owen.” She grabbed Tunabean’s paw and waved at him with it, causing a giggle to rake through Owen’s body. With his hand still in his pocket, he waved back. 

The more distance he created between them, the bigger his smile became as he thought of her. She was the epitome of a beautiful dream come to life. It made him wonder what she’d look like if she did put effort into her appearance. That could just be the death of him. 

*

After two more hours of sleep, the alarm blaring through her room woke y/n from a beautiful dream with the mysterious blonde boy that rang her doorbell very early in the morning. It caused her to wake up with the thought of him, wondering if she’d ever see him again. 

“Morning,” she greeted Jamila when she found her best friend in the living room, gathering all her stuff. “Guess who came home last night!” As if on cue, the little cat pattered across the hardwood floor towards the dark beauty that was Jamila. Her eyes widened as did her smile upon seeing the white-and-grey ragamuffin. 

“Bean!” Jamila shrieked as she knelt down to pick the four-legged friend off the floor. “Oh, baby! I missed you!” She peppered the cat with kisses, receiving the kisses back from her tiny pink tongue. “Where’d you find him?” 

“Oh, I didn’t. This guy, Owen, did. He brought her back at, like, five in the morning,” y/n explained as she absentmindedly smiled at the thought of those pretty blue-ish eyes. 

“And this Owen guy is pretty cute, isn’t he?” Jamila asked upon noticing her best friend’s flustered demeanor. “Did you ask for his number?” Y/N rolled her eyes before she started gathering her things she needed for work. 

“It was five in the morning, I had just woken up and I was too busy with Tunabean’s return to even think of that,” she explained, mostly cursing at herself for not asking his number. “Besides, I looked disgusting, I doubt he thought I was the epitome of beauty.” 

Jamila simply shook her head, debating against saying any more about it before pressing a kiss to y/n’s cheek and leaving the apartment. 

A silence fell over the space, leaving y/n alone with her thoughts. Her beautiful, yet annoying thoughts of the handsome boy at her front door. “He was handsome, wasn’t he, Tunabean?” she asked her cat, who simply tilted her head to the side as she sat in front of y/n on the floor. 

Once y/n had gathered her stuff for work today, she said goodbye to Tunabean and left the apartment. She was fumbling around in her handbag to look for her car keys when a vaguely familiar voice made her look up. 

The gorgeous blue eyes she’d been dreaming of for two whole hours were staring down at her whilst the plump pink lips curled up into a dreamy smile. “Oh, hey, Owen.” 

“I wanted to come and check up on Tunabean,” he carefully said, pointing up at the building she’d just come out of. “You know, see if she’s okay and stuff.” He suddenly seemed nervous. More nervous than he did at five in the morning. 

“Uhm, she’s okay, actually. Slept well and seemed very chipper this morning,” y/n reassured him, a smile playing at her lips as her eyes scanned his face. She made sure to make a mental note of every single detail of his face. Like how he stuck his tongue between his teeth as he smiled or how his eyes squinted slightly or the stubble faintly growing on his chin. 

“Oh, okay, good. That’s--that’s all, then…” He awkwardly coughed. 

Y/N awaited anything else, her eyes darting left and right as they just fumblingly stood on the curb in front of y/n’s apartment. “I-uhm… I have to get to work though, so…” She pointed somewhere behind Owen, indicating she needed to pass him and get going. 

“Right!” he said and took a step aside to let her through. She offered him a little wave and a soft ‘bye’ as she passed him. He watched her walk away, cursing at himself for not asking what he really wanted to ask. “Wait!” he yelled, making her stop in her tracks and turn around again with an expectant look on her face. “That’s-that’s not what I wanted to ask. I mean it was, but it wasn’t the only thing I wanted to ask.” He scratched the back of his neck as y/n’s eyes searched for an answer on his face. 

Y/N looked at him with a piercing glint in her eyes, urging him to continue. 

“Oh, right! Uhm… Would you -- would you maybe wanna go have a drink with me later today? Or something?” Her smile grew wider as she slowly nodded her head in response. 

“I’m off at five. Meet me at Gray Owl then,” she told him before turning to walk away. 

Owen was left on her curb, wondering if he had died. He thought she looked pretty when she’d just rolled out of bed, but now that she was all dolled up for work, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. And that smile. That smile was killer. 

She was more than the epitome of a dream come to life. She was beauty and grace. She was a poem and the poet. She was the lyrics and the melody. She was the question and the answer. 

Owen grew more and more curious about that girl the more he thought of her. He wanted to know what she liked and what she absolutely hated. He wanted to know how she laughed and how she cried, if she sang whenever her mind wandered. He wanted to know how she liked her eggs in the morning. 

Even though he knew curiosity killed the cat, he knew for a fact the cat in this story was just the beginning of something beautiful. 

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[holy-stevie]

The Winters Flame

Pairing: Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

Summary: A winter morning with Johnny quickly turns into a disaster. 

Warnings: Mentions of smut, nudity, fluff, angst, character death.

a/n: i know i need to post my next part of TLATL but i just couldn’t get this out of my head. I haven’t proof read this yet so i apologize in advance. 

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The snow fell peacefully in the early grey of the morning, its small white flakes frosting the window a mere two feet away from your warm, cozy bed. The cold winter morning not affecting your warm body as the body wrapped around you radiates heat to keep you nice and toasty. You blink a few times to rid the sleep from your eyes as you watch the snowfall, your body turning to the side ready to get up and start the day.

“No, don’t you dare.” His sleepy voice halts you, his warm arms wrapping around your torso and with a sharp tug you’re falling back into his chest with a huff.

“Johnny.” You giggle, rolling over to meet his sleepy blue eyes and dopey smile. He groans and pulls you closer to him as he dramatically buries his face into your soft neck, humming softly against your skin as he takes a deep breath.

“Nope, you’re staying right here.” He mumbles, his naked left thigh sliding in between yours as he shifts himself to get more comfortable. You both stay there, cuddled into each other until the sun is cutting through the dark clouds making the white ground shine.

“We should get up baby.” You mumble, your fingers running up and down his bare back in soothing patterns, running gentler over the raised scars on his body from years of being a hero for the world.

“Hgnn.” He complains against you, his voice deep and raspy as he runs his nose along the side of your jaw, enjoying being this close to you after weeks of being gone.

“I’m surprised you can even move baby girl, thought I gave it to you pretty good last night and this morning.” He wiggles his eyebrows and grins when you groan and bury your face into the soft pillow, the ache between your legs reminding you of the homecoming the two of you shared the night before.

“You’re mean.” You say into the pillow, lifting your head to look at him as he laughs. Your eyes following him as he throws his head back and laughs, the sound deep and rich making a smile of your own appear.

“Aw baby.” He chuckles, gathering you in his arms to bring you closer to his warm chest as he continues laughing to himself. You sigh against his skin and lay your head over the faint heartbeat, a beat that belongs to you as he always says.

“Fine we’ll stay here and watch movies, but you have to supply the snacks.” You mumble, leaning over the side of the bed to grab your laptop that was shoved to the side last night when he made his grand entrance.

“I think you take advantage of my flying abilities more than my teammates do.” He teases as he gets up, stretching in his glorious naked state. You pout and open your laptop, not letting him know that you were ogling him once again.

Just as your mouth opens to retort a small beep fills the room followed by the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table, the mood in the room dropping as Johnny picks up the phone and answers it with tensed shoulders.

“Reed we just got back I can’t just, I know it’s important but I have-” Johnny argues over the small device while you quietly shut the laptop once again, the smile and joy draining from your expression as you watch Johnny race around the room gathering his things.

“Yeah yeah okay twenty minutes.” He says as he hangs up the phone, his uniform already fitted over his fit body. He smiles at you painfully as he gently approaches your quiet form on the bed, your fingers playing with a small thread on the sheets as tears gather in your eyes.

“Baby..” He says as he sits on the bed, his warm hand grabbing your hands and pulling them into his lap as he gently winds your fingers together. You press your lips together to hold the sob in, your shoulders lifting as you curl in on yourself.

“You just came back to me.” You whisper, the pain in your voice making him quickly snap his body around to face you, his hands lifting to cup your cheeks. The tears escape from the corners of your eyes as you see the famous symbol on the side of his chest, the symbol that takes him away from you to save the world.

“I know baby, but I’ll be right back okay? Don’t cry baby please.” He begs as he wipes the stray tears from your soft cheeks, his own eyes showing regret and guilt at leaving just after he had gotten back.

“Please don’t leave.” You beg staring into the blue orbs that you saw even when you closed your eyes every night, the eyes that you wanted to see on your own children one day.

“I have to.” He mumbles, his forehead dropping to rest against yours, his eyes squeezing shut when more tears escape your beautiful eyes. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, a goodbye kiss, before he’s leaving you once again, halting in the doorway to mumble the worlds he says every time he leaves.

“I love you y/n, no matter what.” And then he’s gone in a burst of flames cutting through the snowfall of the winter morning, leaving you behind to cry into his cold pillow as the news flickers from your phone as you follow along with the active threat he is fighting for the world.

The snow blankets the dark streets of your hometown, the soft brown wood of your front door sounding the three knocks waking you from your slumber. Confused and slightly afraid you sliding your warm slippers over your feet and shuffle to the front door, wrapping your arms around yourself when the open door lets the chill into your home.

Standing on the other side of the door is Susan Storm, her face red and streaked with tear tracks, Reed Richards and Ben, the three of them all looking as heartbroken as the other. Maybe if you weren’t still shaking off sleep you would have put the dots together right then and there, but you didn’t.

“Sue? What’s going on.” She just shakes her head and turns to hide her now wet with tears face in Reed’s chest, his own eyes red rimmed as Ben takes the lead and takes a step closer to you.

“Y/n I’m so sorry, Johnny he..we tried to save him.” Ben mumbles, his words shocking you for minute as you finally understand why they’re at your front door at 4am. You shake your head as you feel the breath kicked out of your lungs, your vision blurry as tears erupt in your eyes.

“N-No he said he’d be right back.” You stumble out as you take several steps back, not hearing Ben’s words as he tries to guide you to a seat. The first sob that releases itself from your throat hurts the worst, the pure agony that follows is nothing short of heartbreak as the remain superheros watch you fall to the ground in pieces as you finally understand that the love of your life was never coming back.

“No. He can’t be gone.” You sob while staring helplessly at Ben, his chin lowered as his bottom lip quivers.

“We tried y/n, he wouldn’t let any of us take his place.” Reed says as he takes a step forward, kneeling next to you in an attempt to comfort you.

“You should have stopped him!” You scream, your arms wrapping around your stomach protectively as the tears flow steadily, not even paying attention to the others as they try to comfort you. Your hands rest protectively on the slight bump, the small life already growing in your stomach that now only depends on you as its sole protector. The only living part of Johnny Storm that remains.

His child.  

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[whipped-cream-writings]

Midnight Coffee

In which you say something that you think no one will hear. Unfortunately for you, someone does. And that someone happens to be Akaashi.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: None

A/N: Tumblr just keep it in the tags!! I’m not a bot I’m just super annoyed at this point >:(

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You should not be drinking coffee at 1AM.

But was it really your fault? There was so much homework. There was a test tomorrow and an essay that’s due at eight AM that was worth 100 points. It wasn’t your fault that you were doing it now, either - it was assigned two days ago and it had to be at least seven pages.

“Focus.” A soft voice reminds you. “The faster you finish, the sooner we can go to bed.”

“We?” You echo. You dragged your gaze from your bright computer screen to see him sitting cross-legged on your bed, a book on his lap.

“As in you’ll go to sleep in your bed, and I’ll go home and sleep in mine.” Akaashi’s smile is crooked as he looks up from his book. “But I wouldn’t mind either way.”

The shock you feel is just as effective as coffee. “Huh?”

“I sleep at Bokuto’s house all the time. Sometimes I even carry a pillow and blanket in my bag just in case.”

You can’t tell if that strange feeling in your stomach is relief or disappointment. You don’t have enough time to acknowledge it. Acknowledging it leads to thinking about it and that leads to thinking about him and-

“Oh. Must be tiring.” You respond, cutting yourself off.

“I’ve gotten used to it.” He sighs, laying on his back as he turns the page once again.

You turn back to the blank document in front of you and start to type up your paper. Will it be obvious that you’re typing up the paper six hours before it’s due? Maybe, but you don’t really care at this point. As long as you get a grade that’s higher than a D, then it’s fine.

You feel like someone is staring at you after page one is complete. A prickly feeling spreads all over your back and you turn to look at him.

“Do you need something?” You wonder aloud. Why was he staring at you? Not that you were mad about it, but-

“I think your formatting’s off.” He blurts, standing up from his spot on your bed and walking over to your desk.

You rub your stinging eyes and ask, “How so?”

“It’s MLA, right?” You nod, “Remove the empty line in between the paragraph and title.” He gestures to the gaps and hits delete before your brain even registered what he said.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He gives you a small smile and walks back to where he left his book. You look at him for a moment longer before kicking yourself mentally and typing away.

It’s been about three years since you’ve met Akaashi, and you’ve been friends with him for two and a half. A year ago, your perception of him changed drastically. You don’t know what did it. Was it because of his willingness to help anyone at his own expense? Or was it his dedication and how responsible he was? You weren’t sure.

But you did know that you were smitten with him. Did he know that too? Maybe, but he’d never show that. A small part of you hoped he didn’t know and that he’d never find out. That would ruin the friendship, wouldn’t it? Even if it did work out, then how long would you two last? Would it end in a way that would make you two hate each other?

No, you told yourself. You had an essay to finish. You can think about that later, when he’s not reading in your bedroom.

You’re making fast progress. That coffee must’ve helped a lot more than you thought it did. Sure, your leg is shaking uncontrollably under the desk, but it’s a small price to pay for a passing grade.

The words are coming easy and your thoughts are organized just enough for it to make sense. The bottom of page three is so close, and it’s only been an hour! Or maybe two? You’re not sure, but checking the time will stress you out, so you keep going.

You put in earbuds once you get to page four. Three more pages and then you can go to bed.

Well, that’s assuming the coffee will let you sleep.

It’s now 4AM.

And your essay is done. You skim through it and hit submit once it’s ready, letting out a long sigh of relief. You turn to your bed, tempted to just flop down, but something stops you.

He’s still here.

The book is covering his face, but you can hear the smallest, quietest snores coming from under the book. His hand is dangling off the edge of the bed.

He’s asleep.

If your heart could burst out of your chest, it probably just did.

How long has he been here? Is he cold? You delicately take the book off of his face.

He looks so peaceful like this. It’s… really nice to see, actually. Today he looked stressed to you, so now, seeing him relax, it made your insides all warm and fuzzy.

You stop staring (after realizing that it’s kind of creepy) and place the blanket over him. You’ll have to sleep on the floor tonight, but you don’t mind.

You grab an extra blanket and pillow and place it on the floor. It makes your back hurt but it’s fine.

You sigh and try to get as comfortable as you can.

The thoughts come rushing back instantly. It’s hard for them not to, since he’s less than a foot away from you and he’s asleep. Maybe… maybe saying your thoughts would make you feel better. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so suffocating if you just said the words.

You hold his hand and take a deep breath. Why did it feel so hard? He was asleep and he wouldn’t know. He would never know. That was the plan.

So you say the words.

“I love you.”

It’s barely a murmur. It sounded light, partially because it was a whisper, but it contained all of the emotions that you’d been holding in for so, so long.

You let go of his hand. Yeah, you’re feeling a lot better. Now all you need is a good night’s-

Something grabs your hand in the darkness.

And it squeezes your hand gingerly, like you might break.

No.

This isn’t real, this can’t be real.

This is some sort of nightmare.

You look up and in the faint moonlight streaming through the window, you can see eyes. In particular, there are sapphire eyes staring down at you.

“I’m glad.” He whispers, voice raspy from just waking up. “Because I love you too.”

You’re silent. How are you supposed to respond? If a brain could melt, yours was. Yours had melted as soon as he grabbed your hand.

Words died on your tongue and you stared at him with a dumbfounded look. He laughed a little and a small smile blossomed on his face.

The moonlight is blocked by him and you don’t have time to say anything.

Because he’s kissing you.

His movements are delicate, his thumb rubbing your knuckles tenderly. His lips are a little chapped but you find that you don't mind. You close your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the sensation. You feel his free hand tilt your chin up just a little more.

But it gets to a point when neither of you can breathe, and break away, with barely enough space for your heavy breaths.

“Were you actually asleep?”

“I heard you moving around a little and it woke me up.” He admits. You try to apologize when he shakes his head. “I didn’t mind one bit.”

“Thank you.” He nods a little and lays back down.

“We can talk in the morning.” He notices your sleeping area and moves back, making space for you as well.

There are no more words spoken for the rest of the night. There’s only you, Akaashi, and your hearts beating in unison.

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*repost because the last one decided to ✨disappear✨*

A/n: 4am and decided to write for semi :b my first formal hq imagine and it’s ~a n g s t~ also the time in this is significant so if you get it you’re an intellect.

Genre: fluff but-

Word Count: 186

His Love Song | Semi Eita x Reader

{11:12}

Late night gig.

Long fingers push back thick, ashy blonde hair. Semi leaned over, using his shoulder to push open the door to the venue, mindful of the guitar in his hand. Almost immediately, the staff had greeted him, and led Semi to a designated spot where he could prepare.

He laid his case, unzipping to reveal the acoustic, heavy wood. Propping the guitar, it was satisfying in his hands as a familiar tune played in his head. He hummed softly to himself, yes, this is the song he would play tonight, for you. The thought of you brought a certain warmth that surged through his body and tingled at the tips of his fingers. The fingers that still held the lingering touch of yours. His heart pumped with ecstasy.

Yes this is the song he would play tonight.

A small smile played on his lips as those very fingers strung the chord of his love song. As if on instinct, deep earthy eyes searched for yours among the crowd. Just the mere sight of you eased his soul and brought him bliss.

Oh wait.

You won’t be here.

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trust pt. 6

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, angst

word count: 1.6k

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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picture credit: @chrisevans on twitter

“Y/N… What are you doing here? Wait, what time is it? Don’t you have to wake up at 6am for work?”

You smile softly at his concern.

“It’s like 4am or something, I don’t really know. I was driving around, and I don’t know, I just ended up here, I guess. Thought we could talk or something…”

“Oh.” Chris scratches the nape of his neck. “Do you want to come inside, or do you want to stay out here?”

“I guess it’s kinda cold”, you shrug. “Inside, then.”

Chris nods at you and gets up. He starts to head inside and whistles for Dodger to follow, which he does promptly. You smile at Dodger and follow behind him.

Once inside, Chris stands awkwardly in the middle of the living room. He gestures for you to sit on the couch then hesitates before taking a seat beside you.

You play with your fingers while thinking about how you want to approach the situation. You subtly look over at Chris and, from the corner of your eyes, you can see that he’s looking at you. He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything.

You decide to not say anything either and reach for your phone. You unlock it, open your email app and you feel your throat closing again as you open the email that started this whole situation. You silently hand your phone over to Chris for him to read.

He takes the phone and shakes his head as he looks at the picture then reads the text.

You start gnawing at your thumb and breathing heavily as your anxiety rises, “Why?”

He takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling. He looks back to you then opens and closes his mouth multiple times.

“I can explain.”

You gape at him and scoff. What a cliché.

“No, I promise I can. It’s not some kind of bullshit explanation to justify anything, I just… Please, just hear me out?”

You stare at him for a couple of seconds then slowly nod and say, “Okay.”

He takes a deep breath then starts, “Okay. You probably remember that a couple of years back I was in a pretty serious relationship with Jenny Slate.” He looks at you and waits for your acknowledgement so you slowly nod your head.

“Okay, so we eventually publicly announced that we were broken up because some of my fans were being very rude and nasty to her. They kept attacking her character and her appearance and we both just couldn’t handle it anymore.”

He then sighs.

“Before we made the announcement, we had already agreed that we were going to stay friends because we got along really well and we each thought that the other was an important part of our life. Then, in June of last year, I threw a small house party for my birthday and she came. We spent most of the night talking and catching up and by the end of the night, we had decided that we wanted to get back together. We didn’t say anything to anyone that wasn’t our family or very close friends, we just wanted to get another, untainted shot at a relationship without anyone meddling. At first, I could feel that it wasn’t like before… A lot of the things that used to make our relationship work seemed inexistant now. Kind of like we weren’t meant to be together anymore. I still tried to make it work but then I met you. And it was like the universe was trying to send a sign saying that this relationship wasn’t it for me. Literally as soon as I saw you in that coffee shop after doubting you were gonna show, I knew that we were meant to be. I don’t know how to explain it… I guess it was love at first sight.”

Your breath catches in your throat when you hear him say that and you know that he saw it. You detach your eyes from his and look at the carpet beneath your feet.

“How come you were kissing her a week ago then?” Chris looks at you and sighs.

“About two weeks after you and I met, I broke it off with her. I didn’t beat around the bush or anything, I was very straightforward. I talked to her about what I was thinking, what I was feeling, and why I thought we needed to break up. I didn’t tell her it was because of someone else because I guess I didn’t want to jinx it or anything. She got pretty mad and said she didn’t want to see me again but about a month ago, she sent me a text asking to meet. Since we’d agreed that we were going to stay friends, I thought ‘Why not?’ So, I told her I was really busy wrapping stuff up but that I was going to stay at my mom’s for a week after. So, we made plans to get dinner two nights before I left. We just talked and stuff and everything was going fine until she started talking about getting back together. I immediately told her that I had met someone and that I was happy and that I had agreed to have dinner as friends only. She seemed kind of bothered at first but as time passed, she seemed to be fine and started asking me about you. I thought she was just curious, so I told her about you and showed her pictures of us and all and she seemed totally fine. Then, when we were leaving, I was waiting for my car and she just lunged at me and kissed me. I didn’t really do anything because I knew that people were watching us since we got recognized during dinner. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I just let her be and when she stopped, I told her not to contact me again. I didn’t think anyone had taken a picture or anything, so I just left without saying anything else.”

He looks at you and waits for you to say something, which you don’t for the first couple of minutes. He scratches the inside of his wrist and it clues you into his anxiety.

“Y/N... Please, say something. Anything…”

You clear your throat and look up at him. You stare into his eyes for a couple of seconds then look to the side.

“So, you just let her kiss you?” Chris grimaces and nods.

“Just because you didn’t want to attract attention?” He silently nods again.

“Not because you wanted to see if you felt anything for her? Not because you still love her?”

Chris rapidly shakes his head and kneels next to you. He hesitates before taking your hands and weaving his fingers between yours. He looks deeply into your eyes and says,

“Absolutely not. I swear to you, I do not feel anything at all for her.”

“What about your family?”

Chris knits his brows together in confusion and asks, “What about them?”

You sigh before talking. You feel a little stupid even bringing that up.

“In the email… She said you haven’t taken me to meet your family because, essentially, you’re embarrassed of being with me.”

“Oh God, no. That is not what that is about. Right now, you’ve only met Scott, Seb, Anthony, and Scarlett. That’s just 4 people, right? As soon as we add more people to that list, in this case, my very big family, the chances of the public knowing grow literally exponentially. I just… Wanted to keep our relationship for us only for a while. I know that as soon as the public knows, it’s gonna be a fucking shitshow and I just didn’t want to put you through that so soon.”

You nod slowly, unsure of how to react.

“Have you talked to her since?”

He shakes his head and answers, “No. She tried to call me a couple of times, but I just declined her calls. I promise you Y/N, the only person that I feel anything for is you.”

He untangles one of your hands and caresses your cheek.

“I love you and only you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You feel tears sting at your eyes as you gaze into his baby blues, looking for a scintilla of doubt or insincerity. When you find none, you nod and say,

“Okay. I forgive you.”

He smiles the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and gets back on the couch to hug you.

You breathe deeply and whisper,

“I love you too, Chris.”

You can feel him smile even more into your neck and he lets go of you before stroking your cheek.

He then leans into you and kisses you fervently, pouring all of his emotions in this one kiss.

“I think I’m going to call in sick to work. I need to sleep”, you laugh while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He chuckles at you and asks,

“How about we go to bed now and sleep in today, huh? Then, we can go get lunch or something?”

You nod enthusiastically and crash your lips on his again.

Sebastian was right: you really did need to just talk it out.

the end

PSA: this is in no way, shape or form hate on jenny slate. i know she is engaged and i’m sure she is a very nice person that is very happy in her current relationship. this is simply a work of FICTION and should be treated as such so don’t come for me please:)

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This is my story off of wattpad that I had just decided to put here, do not repost, if I see this story anywhere else I will ask you to take it down, thank you :)

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Prompt: Virgil lends their sweater to Remus. When Remus is home, he realizes he still has Virgil's sweater and finds Virgil's iPod. Out of curiosity, Remus looks through Virgil's music and finds a playlist titled with Remus's name..

Virgil sat comfortably on the couch, casually scrolling through Instagram (yes, FINALLY, something other than Tumblr-). He hadn't had much to do that day since Patton was out getting things for a movie night, Roman was writing the script for a new video, and Logan was out with Patton, probably just out and about to resupply on crofters since he was running low on them.

It was mid February, and due to the climate in Florida it was still quite cold to say the least. Though Virgil didn't mind the freezing temperature due to the fact he almost always wore his black and purple sweater, he seemed almost unfazed by the somewhat cold atmosphere.

Around the evening is when the anxious trait heard light shuffling behind him and he quickly spun around from his position on the couch, only to spot a  seemingly freezing Remus that previously planned on pouncing on him. "Remus? What are you doing here?" Virgil asked, as it wasn't very common for the dark sides to just come along particularly unannounced like that. "Oh the heater part thing in the air conditioner broke over on the dark side and Janus won't let me use his heat coil thingy, so I thought it'd be warmer here, and surprise surprise, it's FUCKING not~" Remus seemed to be speaking in an utterly annoyed an sarcastic tone. Virgil rolled his eyes and tucked away his ear buds, propping his arms up on the back of the couch. "Huh, that sucks now doesn't it" The emo said, still completely unfazed by the situation.

Remus looked Virgil up and down in complete shock. He wasn't shivering, and was acting as though everything was fine. The intrusive side then scoffed and crossed his arms, developing a somewhat snarky attitude towards the smaller side. "How the hell are you so okay with this, it's fucking freezing here! Are you immune or something?!" Remus wasn't very pleased. Virgil made it look so simple and easy to just ignore the cold, it was almost like the emo was taunting him. "Relax Remus, I just have a really thick sweater on. Here, if it makes you feel any better, would you like to borrow it?" Virgil tried to be kind to Remus, as he hated conflict between sides and wasn't one to want to get involved. In fact, Virgil did this willingly, he'd do anything just to see Remus smile just once. It was just a little temperature, how bad could it possibly be?

Remus stared at the emo like he was being taunted once more, but then eased up a bit, seeing there was no signs of mockery in his soft expression. Remus simply gave in, un-crossing his arms and giving a small nod, watching as Virgil then took off his sweater and handed it over.

Remus seemed so happy as he quickly grabbed the sweater and put it on. Though Remus was enjoying himself, this was a decision that Virgil very quickly regret as a cold draft of air hit him like a bus. God it was freezing, yet he plastered a smile on his face as not to let Remus worry. "Thanks emo, this thing really is warm!" Remus said in an almost happy tone. It was rare that Virgil ever saw Remus happy like this since he was mostly intrusive, so like any other side would, he took it all in while he still could. "You're welcome dude, I didn't want you dying from hypothermia, you looked like an angry ice cube." The emo smirked, using his little remark to distract himself from the cold atmosphere. Remus laughed, something Virgil just loved to see, thank god his pale foundation was covering his slightly red face. Though Remus could clearly see how satisfied Virgil was by the decision, and leaned forward, placing and gentle kiss on the freezing emo's face, causing the anxious trait to tense up. "I have to go now Virge, and seriously, thanks for the sweater, I promise I'll give it back" Remus stated happily as he then quickly sunk out. Who's to say he probably snuck out while Janus was distracted, he didn't even give Virgil a chance to speak before he left.

After about a week had past, Virgil had ended up borrowing one of Patton's sweaters, as morality had plenty, so yeah it wasn't his usual style, but at least he was fairly warm. After all, only a few hours after Remus left the week before was when the light sides soon discovered that their air conditioning had broke as well. Back with the dark sides however, Janus had been trying to get Remus to confess on where he had gotten that sweater all week, but as time went on, he had eventually given up. Around this time, Remus was in his room playing around with his mace, he honestly had no intention on giving Virgil his sweater back, as he loved it like his own, but he knew the sad truth was that he had to give it up sooner or later.

As the intrusive side swung hos mace one last time, A small object fell out of the pocket of Virgil's sweater. Remus stopped all he was doing and set his mace aside, picking up the object only to discover it was a dark purple iPod with Virgil's name on it. Being curious, Remus conjured some headphones and plugged them into it, starting to look through his playlists he had saved:

"P!ATD? Of course he would"

"Huh, I..guess.. Billie Eilish makes sense..?"

"ugh, and I think Lofi music would be for his panic attacks, I still wouldn't listen to that"

"AVIVA, again, of course he would."

"MCR, yep, That's Virgil alright, it's sad he only has like 2 songs in this playlist"

Remus went on and on over the playlists, until he came across one that caught his eye, 'reminds me of Remus'. No way the anxious trait really had a playlist dedicated to him, right? Remus clicked the playlist and immediately saw a song that captured his main personality, the one that he used around Virgil:

'Green' by cavetown

Remus had closed the iPod immediately and sighed, he realized the only reason Virgil gave up his sweater was because he cared for Remus, and you know what, that wasn't what Remus had thought at all, he simply thought the emo pitied him, nothing more. Turns out the emo really did like him back after all.

Remus acted quickly, playing a recording of him messing around in his room and locked the door so he could sneak out unnoticed. Once he'd done that he quickly sunk out, hoping Virgil was in his room, and to his relief, he was. Virgil was laying peacefully in his bed, curled up under his blankets, and the room completely silent apart from his very light snoring which Remus had found adorable. Virgil slept in often as he barely got any sleep once the sun set. The intrusive aspect guessed that he fell asleep around 4am today, and he only needed an hour of sleep, but it seemed as though he decided to sleep in the one day Remus decided to confront him.

Instead of waking the emo, Remus had decided to be very quiet and get in bed next to him. If Virgil truly loved Remus, then surely he wouldn't mind.

It had only been a few hours before Virgil woke up, a strong and warm embrace wrapped around his small figure. It had only took him a moment to realize he wasn't alone, quickly turning to look up at who had broken into his room; "Remus.." The younger gently whispered, causing Remus to flutter his eyes open and smile to the small anxious trait in his arms.

Virgil had to admit, he was loving every second of this, he simply looked up at Remus, frozen in silence. He had so many questions; why was he here? How long had he been there? And most importantly, did he even want to be this close to someone like himself. As Virgil's mind trailed off, he felt a pair of lips capture his as he felt his waist was being strattled. The emo didn't resist nor comply, he simply screwed his eyes shut, a few small tears falling from them. Oh how he dreamed of this, how he wanted nothing but to be loved like this.. He'd been longing for someone to love him back...

The kiss lingered for a moment before being broken, Remus placing a hand against the emo's cheek. It was firm, yet so gentle and loving. The intrusive side then used his thumb to wipe away any tears Virgil had, and gave a comforting smile "why didn't you tell me sooner Virgil" he asked kindly, a tone that Virgil rarely ever got to hear. "I was scared.. You'd reject me.." He spoke with pure honesty, and slight guilt for not telling sooner, after all he was the embodiment of fear and anxiety. Though nevertheless, who could stay upset at a face like Virgil's?

Remus chuckled as he sat up, scooping up the smaller trait and placing him in his lap and peppering his face with kisses. "it's okay now love, you don't need to hide it from me anymore, I've got you" Remus sighed out, reassuring Virgil that he had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. A beautiful moment of silence quickly followed those words, and Virgil almost immediately fell asleep in Remus's arms after that. He hadn't felt this loved and relaxed in god knows how long since he was always careful and on edge. It was a wonderful feeling, so great that it put him to sleep. Remus simply chuckled once more, laying his new lover back down as he took his place beside the younger trait, wrapping his arms around Virgil as he then too, drifted off to sleep.

Words: 1694

Sanity: 100%, this was beautiful

My sleep schedule: it's 1am and I have school, so idk, you tell me- :/

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4am (Ace Trappola | Twisted Friends EBG)

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This is another self insert piece written for EBG!  You can view my original EBG (extreme bias game) starter post here!

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She wakes up to find the other side of the bed cold. Without bothering to lift her face from where it’s buried in a pillow, she reaches out seeking the warmth of the companion whose bed she had fallen asleep in, but finds only cool cotton sheets. Her brow furrows as her sleep addled mind dredges up foggy memories of the night before: curling up on her side with her head buried against his chest, his legs entwined with hers, the weight of his arm on her waist as he drew her towards him. He’d definitely been in bed with her last night, but the cold sheets suggested that he hadn’t for a while now. Heaving a sigh, she rolls over onto her back and forces herself to open her eyes. Perhaps her companion’s disappearance could have been easily explained away by the time of day; perhaps the only reason why she was able to get some extra shut eye was because her partner was chivalrous enough to allow her a few more precious minutes of sleep before she had to officially drag herself out of bed and start her day. Or, —the more likely scenario was— he was playing a practical joke on her. She wouldn’t put it past him to turn off her alarm and leave her to sleep most of the day away, forcing her to come up with an explanation for her teachers as to why she had been missing from her classes. But when she glances at the digital alarm clock that sits on the bedside table to her right, its glowing red numbers inform her that it’s only four in the morning. The room is still shrouded in darkness; it’s much too early to be awake, let alone up and out of bed. So where could he have gone?

She —albeit, very reluctantly— pushes herself into a sitting position and swings her legs off the side of the mattress. Stealing the oversized hoodie that’s draped over the chair parked behind a desk in the opposite corner of the room, she drags it over her head and steals out of the room. The halls of the Heartslabyul dormitory are quiet at this time of day; there’s something unsettling about the tranquility that fills the air, something unnatural —this is the first time she’s navigating the halls without having to dodge at least half a dozen harried Heartslabyul students. It takes several minutes of peering down hallways and peeking into deserted common rooms, but she finally finds her missing companion in Heartslabyul’s expansive kitchen, where he appears to have taken over the central kitchen island. Whatever late night food venture that Ace Trappola has decided to go on appears to be perplexing him however; his brow is furrowed as he thumbs through a well-worn recipe book. Her body half hidden from view behind the door frame, she watches as he dumps a cupful of flour into a mixing bowl —perhaps with a little more firing power than necessary. A cloud of white powder puffs back up into his face, causing Ace to splutter and sending him into a sudden coughing fit. She slides a shaky hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her laughter, but gets caught staring anyway.  “Matilda?” Ace’s gaze locks with hers for a moment, before sliding downwards to survey her attire. It lingers on the hem of her hoodie, taking in the way its length nearly swallows the sleep shorts she has on. As she slips into the kitchen to stand by his side, she swears that she notices a tinge of pink in his cheeks. “I thought you were asleep.” “I thought you were asleep, Trappola.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she sneaks a peek at the page that Ace had been perusing just moments prior. “It’s four in the morning. Why are you baking a cake?” “Why not? I’m celebrating the death of my sleep schedule. Do you want in?” “Trappola.”  He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Look, you mentioned the other day that you like red velvet cake, didn’t you? So I figured I’d give baking one a shot. I took...uh...borrowed the recipe book from Trey-senpai...” Her brow furrows. She does have a vague memory of bringing up her favourite dessert during a conversation she had with Ace and Deuce the other day, but she had barely mentioned it in passing. She certainly hadn’t expected Ace to remember it, let alone attempt to bake one. “But why are you baking at four in the morning?” Ace shrugs. “Maybe I wanted to surprise you.”  Oh. Heat rises in her cheeks. Before Ace can comment on the sudden rosiness of her complexion, however, she sticks a finger into the mixing bowl and scoops up a miniscule helping of the batter before bringing it to her lips. She isn’t entirely certain what she was expecting in terms of flavour, but the overly salty flavour that registers on her tongue isn’t it. “Trappola...did you follow the recipe? It’s really salty.” Ace’s expression is unreadable as he follows suit in dipping a finger into the batter. It takes a moment for its flavour to hit him, but when it does it causes him to gag. “Ugh...I may have added too much oyster sauce.” “Oyster sauce?!” “Yeah...Trey-senpai said that it’d enhance the flavour or something —why are you looking at me like that? All I did was follow his instructions!”