#rip short brown hair it was fun while it lasted

[life-in-toontown]

Rapunzel’s short brown hair needs more love

[wintaerbaer]

bottle up old love (jjk) (m)

summary: Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

genre: exes to lovers, the holy trinity of angst/smut/fluff

word count: 4.6k (this was supposed to be a drabble 💀)

prompt: JK + exes to lovers + "I'm sorry" + "I hate you" + "Don't fucking touch me" + "Leave" (for @btsborahaee <3)

warnings: language, a short harassment scene at the beginning (nothing too intense), explicit content including: unprotected sex (DO NOT), fingering, praise kink, biting, marking, spanking, cum eating (sort of?), big cawk soft dom jk, cowgirl (yeehaw), creampie, cockwarming, i think that's all but this also wasn't supposed to be too smutty so clearly idk what's going on lol

MASTERLIST

“Don’t fucking touch me!”

You spit the words at the man in front of you, pushing him back as he tries to make another grab at your arm.

“Why do you gotta be like that?” Seungcheol whines. “I thought we were having fun.”

“You and I have very different ideas of fun.” You take a step backwards towards your building. Somewhere down the sidewalk, footsteps clatter against the pavement.

“C’mon.” He matches your movement, reaches for you again. “Invite me up. You enjoyed the last time, didn’t you? I told you that was just a warm-up.”

The building’s brick wall is closer than you thought, and you bang your shoulder against it as you try to sidestep him. “Last time you didn’t follow me to a bar I didn’t even invite you to. How did you know where I was anyway?”

“Let me come up, and I’ll tell you,” he rumbles with a flicker of his eyebrows. He has you fully backed up against the wall now, and you press against the muscle of his chest to no avail.

“Stop!” you shout before he’s ripped away from you so suddenly that you’re left blinking in confusion, huddled against the brick.

There’s a thud–the sound of a fist hitting flesh–and a yelp before Seungcheol is reeling back with his hands clutching his nose. Blood seeps out from beneath his fingers, black even under the glow of the streetlamps.

“What the fuck?” he shrieks, and it’s only then that you take a proper look at your savior, looking every bit like he’s stepped straight out of the shadows with his dark hair, ebony clothes, and deep brown eyes.

And a lead weight drops into your stomach as you recognize him.

Jungkook sets himself between you and Seungcheol, looming over the latter as he continues to cover his face, whining. “I’m giving you ten seconds to get out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“Ten,” Jungkook growls, taking a step in Seungcheol’s direction. “Nine.”

Seungcheol straightens–clearly a last-ditch attempt to look intimidating. Spitting blood onto the concrete, he peers at you over Jungkook’s shoulder. “This isn’t over, bitch.”

Then he spins and takes off running down the street.

Your hands grip your elbows. It may be a balmy summer night, but you’re shivering where you stand, unsure whether you’re more affected by Seungcheol’s behavior or the ghost who’s unexpectedly in front of you.

“Are you okay?” he quietly asks, gaze fixed on your face. You stare at your shoes and give him a brisk nod as a response before turning away, punching in your building code, and walking through the front door.

He follows closely, slipping in behind you and trailing a few feet. You let him for a little while, guiding him through the modest lobby and up the first flight of stairs. But when you’re halfway up the second stairwell–almost to your floor–you pause on the landing, spinning his way.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His eyes are gentle, sincere. “Making sure you get in safely.”

“There’s no need for that,” you assert. “I’m already in my building. There’s a keypad. I’m good.”

“The keypad does almost nothing. I followed you in no problem.”

“So I should be worried about you then?”

He flushes, the tips of his ears going pink. “Please just let me see you inside.”

You want to argue back, want to shout at him and make a scene, but you know it’s no use. Know that he’s stubborn as a bull and will get what he wants one way or another.

It’s how he broke up with you after all.

You say nothing, only hustle up the last set of steps and down the dimly-lit hallway until you’re in front of your door, Jungkook tailing you the whole time with his hands in his pockets. You practically fumble your key in your haste to get it into the lock, letting out a satisfied sigh as the latch finally clicks open.

“There. I’m in,” you say as you step over the threshold, waving a dismissive hand at your unwanted companion. “Leave.”

But he hesitates just outside the doorway, teeth chewing at the corner of his lip. “What are you going to do if he comes back?”

“That’s my problem, isn’t it? I stopped being your concern when you dropped me out of nowhere a year ago.”

Your eyes sting at the memory, tears threatening to spill over. You don’t want him here. Don’t want to see him or have him anywhere in your vicinity. Not when it still hurts like this.

Though, truth be told, you don’t expect to ever be fully over him.

“We’re done, Jungkook,” you murmur. “You made sure of that.”

And you close the door in his face.

The distress subsides quickly once he’s out of sight–like he was never there to begin with–and you don’t linger, dropping your bag on the sofa and heading straight for the bathroom. This is how you’ve made it a year without him; it was weeks of crying before you realized that wallowing was doing you no good, only fueling your misery instead of providing any kind of catharsis. So you’ve done your best to simply push past it and cast away the anguish that bubbles up every time you think of him. Not allow it to linger like the shadows at the edges of the room.

You shed your clothes and turn the shower to a temperature that you’ll probably regret later. But for now, you savor the way the water sears your skin as you wash away the day with all of its unpleasant surprises. Taking your time, you scrub every inch of your body and carefully shampoo your hair (trying not to fall back into the fantasy that’s plagued you on occasion where it’s his hands and not yours spreading the bubbles over your form).

The self-care continues as you step out of the shower and leisurely work through your skin care routine, even taking the time to blow dry your hair. By the time you exit the bathroom, the fog on the mirror has dissipated, and you’ve once again successfully tamped down the memory of Jungkook and his hands and eyes and everything you ever felt for him.

Or so you think.

After popping into your bedroom to pull on some pajamas, you pad back into the living room for a glass of water, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the front door. Regret attempts to push its way into your consciousness against your better judgment. The man broke your heart, yes. But you do feel a little guilty slamming the door in his face after he just fought off a creep for you.

And speaking of Seungcheol, what if he does come back? You’re pretty sure he saw you punch in the building code the night you brought him home with you, and given his behavior, you wouldn’t be surprised if he filed it away in his head.

Anxiety winning out, you creep to the door and peer through the peephole. The hallway looks empty, drab beige walls taking up most of your field of view, but you jump as you spot a hulking shadow to the right. Your heartbeat races then slows, a closer look revealing hunched, unmoving shoulders wrapped in a familiar black t-shirt.

Jungkook swings his head to look at you as you open the door and glare down at him. His legs are pulled up, arms resting on his knees, and it might be endearing if not for the fact that he absolutely, positively should not be here.

“What are you doing?” you ask him for the second time tonight.

“He might come back.”

“And you’re going to what? Fight him?”

He shrugs. “If I have to.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, challenging. “You’re going to sit out here all night?”

He shifts where he sits, wiggling his hips like he’s firmly planting his butt into his chosen spot. “Yes.”

You roll your eyes at him but don’t doubt that he would. Again, if there is anything you know this man to be, it’s stubborn. “You’re going to scare the neighbors.”

“Who, Mrs. Kwon?” A tiny smile plays on his lips as he glances in the direction of your elderly neighbor’s apartment. “I think she’d be delighted to see me.”

If you’re being honest, she probably would be. She’s always adored Jungkook and praised him as the “kind, handsome young man” who helped her put away groceries and fixed her leaky faucet one time. In the months following your breakup, she’d asked about him once or twice, patting your arm reassuringly when you awkwardly told her she wouldn’t be seeing him anymore.

“Don’t worry, dear,” she said. “He’ll come around.”

Well she’s turned out to be right in that he’s certainly back here again, still watching you from his spot on the floor. And you don’t know whether it’s his big doe eyes or the fact that he really would guard your apartment all night if you let him or the genuine fear that one of the other neighbors will make a fuss at his presence, but you feel yourself softening.

Turning abruptly, you stride into the kitchen for your glass of water, walking out of sight of the door, which is still wide open.

“You coming?” you call, pulling two glasses down from the cupboard.

There’s a rustle as Jungkook stands and shuffles into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud. For someone who was so determined to defend you tonight, he seems uncertain now that he’s actually inside. His hands are once again stuffed in his pockets, and his eyes flicker around like he hasn’t been here a thousand times. Hasn’t cooked you breakfast in this kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Hasn’t watched The Notebook with you on this TV and held you as you both cried.

Hasn’t made love to you on the couch.

You slide a water his way, and he murmurs his thanks, sipping at it lightly. It’s strange–seeing him here again–and you can’t help but think about the last time he stood in this room. It’d been a maelstrom of accusations and hurt feelings that culminated in him storming out, the slam of the door echoing in your ears.

“You never cleaned that?” He gestures at the rug that covers most of the sitting area in your living room, eyes on the dark purple stain roughly the size of your hand.

You gulp down your water and try not to follow his line of sight. Try not to remember how you’d knocked over a glass of wine in your haste to get his clothes off during another movie night less than a month before your breakup.

“I kind of forgot about it,” you say. “Stopped noticing it after a while.” 

It’s a lie. There was never a time when you didn’t notice it, the memory of him haunting you every time you sit down on the couch and stare at the garish stain. And still, you haven’t been able to bring yourself to try and erase it.

Silence worms its way between you again. With only the soft light from the tabletop lamp glowing next to the couch, Jungkook’s face is cloaked in shadow. And so you barely see his lips move when he speaks. Barely hear it with how quietly his whisper slips into the room.

“I’m sorry.”

Your glass almost drops from your fingers, droplets splashing across your knuckles as you catch it at the last moment and steady it on the countertop. Turning to face him, you find his gaze already on you, melancholy tinting his expression.

“What?”

He tongues his lip ring, shoulders dropping a fraction. “For how things ended. I’m sorry.”

You can see the sincerity in his posture, can see the sadness in his form. And yet, his words only fill you with a hot anger that bubbles out of you before you can swallow it down.

“I don’t know why you would be,” you challenge, “being that you didn’t even respect me enough to give me a proper reason.”

Jungkook huffs at that; you think he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Did it really matter?”

“Yes.”

He gnaws at his lip again, no longer looking at you, and his lack of an answer only riles you up further.

“Was there someone else?” you demand, causing him to flinch. It was the same thing you asked him when he told you he thought you should break up, standing in almost this exact same spot.

“No,” he murmurs after a moment. “There wasn’t anyone else.” He pushes a hand through his dark, silky hair. “There hasn’t been anyone else since either.”

This surprises you. Jungkook is, in your eyes, the handsomest man you have ever come face-to-face with, but even from an objective standpoint, he is exceedingly attractive. There is no doubt in your mind that he would easily be able to land a woman if he so desired.

“So then why?”

He sets his jaw, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows and fixes his stare out the window. And it’s this final refusal, this steadfast dedication to not explaining himself, that finally has tears tracking down your cheeks.

The sight of you crying has his attention snapping back your way, hands reaching out as if to hold you.

“Don’t touch me,” you gasp, recoiling until you’re out of reach. “I…I hate you.”

It almost seems as if your voice lands physically, and Jungkook staggers back like you’ve slapped him, remorse immediately wiggling its way between your ribs. You know you don’t mean the words even as they fall from your mouth, but it feels pointless to take them back now, the sentiment already thrown out there and hovering in the hollow space between you.

Jungkook muddles towards the couch–more of a defeated slump dragging his steps than anger–and you think he’s going to sit down before he whirls back towards you at the last second.

“The gala,” he mutters. “That’s when I decided.”

You know which one he’s talking about. Hosted by your medical school to celebrate the end of the academic year, it had been a night of food, dancing, and socializing. You had, of course, brought him as your date and introduced him to your friends and classmates, excited to finally allow him to put faces to names. As you comb through your memories of the night, you can’t pinpoint any warning signs, only remembering the way he’d smiled at you throughout. The way he’d pulled you close and danced you around the room.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

He rakes his fingers through his hair again, tossing strands of night over his forehead. A sad chuckle looses itself into the thick air of the room, and the final dregs of his resolve flicker away. “I realized that I didn’t deserve to stand next to you. That you could do much better than me.”

Whatever you thought his reason had been–whatever theories or thoughts had kept you up night after night for the past year–this is not even close to what you expected. And while you always thought finally receiving an answer would be freeing, would offer you some semblance of understanding, you’re surprised at the rage that boils in the pit of your stomach, bile rising in your throat.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” you growl, taking an angered step towards him. “You were feeling insecure, and you made the decision to break up with me without even thinking to, I don’t know, discuss it with me first?”

His hand goes to the back of his neck now, embarrassment showing its face as he peers at you from under his lashes. “I was stupid–”

“No, shit.”

“But can you blame me?” he presses. “There we were: you, about to be this incredible doctor with all of your doctor friends…” His voice falters, sorrow lacing his tone. “And I’m just a tattoo artist.”

The defeatist way he says it helps to dampen your ire some, even if a heap of frustration remains–the sad shape of his doe eyes softening your edges.

“Just a tattoo artist,” you repeat. “Jungkook, I have always been so, so proud of you. I was never anything but proud to have you as my partner. You must’ve known that.”

His teeth worry his lip, and though he nods, he doesn’t seem fully convinced.

So you continue on, closing the distance between you a fraction more. “You started your own business from nothing. And I saw how hard you worked: to get the building, to hire other artists, train your apprentices.” You shake your head–half in irritation, half in awe. “And look at you now! You’re thriving. The last I heard, if you want an appointment at Golden Tattoo, you need to book months in advance.”

His eyes are alight now, some hidden emotion glimmering under the surface, but he stays quiet as he soaks in your words.

“So how can you possibly act like you weren’t enough?” you push. “You are amazing, Jungkook. And I never gave a shit about any job comparisons people may have made.” One more step, and suddenly you’re almost chest-to-chest. As always, you’re unable to resist the pull of his gravity. Yanked right back into his orbit. “I only wanted you. I’ve only ever wanted y–”

He cuts you off with his mouth, strong hands snagging your hips to pull you against him, and your own fingers reflexively tangle in his black hoodie as your subconscious gives itself over to him. Like it’s been waiting for this.

“I’m not. Not thriving,” he mumbles against your lips. “Not without you. Been miserable without you.”

And in spite of your anger, in spite of the fact that you were ready to kick him out a mere hour ago, you find yourself kissing him back, relishing the slick glide of his tongue as he licks into your mouth.

You startle as the backs of your knees suddenly bump against the couch, and then Jungkook is spinning as he settles onto the plush seat, pulling you along to straddle him. He sucks at your neck until you can feel the blood blooming under your skin, painting you like the pretty ink on his arm.

Speaking of.

The fabric of his hoodie whispers as you pull it up and over his back and head, tossing it over his shoulder and into a corner. His arms now bare to you, you gloss over his tattoos with your eyes and fingers until you find the one you’d picked out for him; the lovely orange of the flower petals seem to glow even in the dim light of the room.

“Beautiful,” you whisper.

“Just like you.”

You look at him then, the twinkle of tiny galaxies in his eyes betraying his hope. And before you can go any further, you need confirmation.

“You left.”

“I did.” Fingertips press lightly against your waist like he’s afraid you might be the one to disappear now. “I’m sorry.”

“Jungkook, if…” You lick your lips. Can almost taste his regret. “If we do this and you leave again–”

“If we do this, I'm not going anywhere,” he insists, tugging your hips down to grind against him and ghosting a kiss at your jaw. “Just wanna be here with you. Just want you.”

And it’s all you need to hear.

You shed the cotton shirt you had thrown on after your shower and move to yank his own off, tossing it in the same corner as his hoodie. The muscles of his pecs and abs shift under your hands, burning hot where your fingers trace the contours of his torso. 

“God, I missed this,” he groans as he buries his face between your breasts, nipping at the skin there before laving the spot with his tongue.

You’d agree–echo the sentiment that your body has been aching for this–if not for the fact that you’re too busy trying to get the two of you naked, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts.

But a tattooed hand covers yours, eases it away to take its place. “No,” he rumbles. “Let me.”

Wide palms and long fingers span your hips and thighs, grasping as much skin as possible even as he drags your shorts and panties down your legs and helps to steady you as you kick them off. They join the tangle of his own clothes

“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls at the sight of you finally naked in front of him. And with such speed that it almost seems like it’s involuntary, an impulse outside of his control, he’s immediately stroking at the apex of your thighs.

“Baby, this wet for me already?” A breathy sigh passes from his mouth to yours, almost laughing at the ease with which he glides through your folds. “Hell, I could just–”

A finger slips in and you gasp, Jungkook smiling wickedly at you as he quickly adds a second and curls them against your walls. You force your eyes closed as they roll back in your head, and you keel forward, babbling incoherently against the line of his collarbone.

“Use your words, love; you can do it.” He says it as if his fingers aren’t currently buried in you down to the knuckle. As if he’s not making you see stars behind your eyelids right now.

You choke down a breath, desperate for the oxygen. “Insane,” you pant. “I said you’re fucking insane.”

“Only for you,” he says before sliding his digits out of you and dipping them into his mouth. He moans at the taste, and even with his lips closed tightly, you can see the way he’s working his tongue around each finger, unwilling to waste a single drop of your essence.

Like you said. Insane.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath until you’re the one who’s getting impatient, hastily undoing his belt and tearing it from his pants with a hiss. But as you shift off of him so he can slither out of his pants and boxers–his length springing free to slap against his smooth stomach–you’re hit with an untimely realization.

“Jungkook, I don’t have condoms.”

He freezes, the color draining from his face (though admittedly, that may be because all of his blood has clearly gone south). The two of you stare at each other for a long second before he suddenly leans over, rummaging back through his pants pockets. He pulls out his wallet, rifles through it, then tosses it across the room in frustration, head tilting back against the couch as he groans at the ceiling.

“Fuck, me neither.”

You chew at your lip, a loaded quiet settling over the room as Jungkook wipes a hand over his face.

“I’m still on birth control,” you whisper, and Jungkook whips his head around, eyes wide and questioning like he’s not sure he heard you right. But you don’t repeat yourself, only hold his stare until he’s tentatively reaching out to graze his fingertips along your thigh.

“I told you. There’s been no one else.” His expression is earnest, eager. You trust that he’s telling the truth, and yet you also know that if you refused him, if you said you weren’t comfortable, he wouldn’t push.

So you swing a leg back over his lap, drag your wet folds against his cock. He moans, gripping your thighs hard, but he leans in to bite at your lower lip with a growl before pulling back to search your face.

“You?”

It hurts that he even feels the need to ask. Because how could you even want someone else? Who could possibly measure up?

You brush a reassuring, barely-there kiss against his already swollen lips. “No one else for me either.”

This seems to please him, but you still see hesitation behind his eyes as he asks, “What about the guy downstairs?”

A drunken mistake was what that was. All sloppy lips and fumbling hands that had left you feeling more empty than anything, and which resulted in you sending Cheol away before he had even gotten a peek at your bedroom.

“We made out once,” you admit, hating that you’re even having to think about another man when Jungkook is here in front of you. “But nothing else happened.”

“Good,” he grunts, but his fingers dig into your backside like he’s trying to reclaim you. And just a fraction of a second later, he’s devilishly tonguing his lip ring as he winds his palm back to bring it down harshly against the meat of your ass, the smack echoing between the walls almost endlessly.

“Ride me, baby.”

You’re quick to line him up–desperate, at this point, to have him inside of you–and begin to ease yourself down slowly, trying to give your body the space and time to adjust to the burning stretch of his girth. He’s always filled you to your absolute limit, tested the furthest boundaries of how much your body can take with his size.

“Yesss,” he hisses, nipping at your neck once again. “You’re doing great, love. Always take me so fucking well.”

You gasp as he bottoms out, struggling to catch your breath with the relentless push of him. If you were a betting woman, you’d put money on your intestines being somewhere in the area of your throat right now.

He wraps his inked arm around your waist, continuing to whisper his praises against the shell of your ear as he starts to guide your body up and down. Intoxicated by the smooth slide of his length, you soon find your pace, and your shared moans fill the room–the whole city probably able to hear you right now.

You move that way until the pressure building becomes too much and your legs start to tremble, quivering against Jungkook’s own muscled thighs.

“It’s okay; I’ve got you.” He bands his arms around you and presses you to his chest, holding you in place so he can thrust upwards.

Hard.

You’re practically screaming now, burying your teeth into his shoulder so as to muffle your sounds and not scare the neighbors. It’s all you can do to hold on for dear life as he rapidly pistons his cock inside of you, the slap of your hips like a metronome.

It builds and builds until it breaks and you’re falling apart in his arms, the spasms of your inner walls pulling him over the edge with you as he empties his seed deep inside.

The silence that follows in unlike the others you previously shared this evening–tension traded for serenity as you sit on the couch holding each other, you still contentedly stuffed full of him. He traces the ridges of your spine in a soothing pattern that has your eyelids drooping, your cheek resting against the warm skin of his neck.

“I missed this,” you whisper once your brain has finally remembered how to construct human speech.

“I missed you.”

You pull back so you can rest your forehead against his and gently run a finger over the lines of his face. “Where do we go from here?”

He hums. Tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “Take it day by day?” he suggests. “We don’t need to rush into anything if you don’t want to.”

“Mm, that does seem like a problem for tomorrow.”

A dark eyebrow quirks, teasing. “And what about right now?”

“Now?” you ask. “Do you remember the way to the bedroom? Or…” You shift your hips, already feeling him twitching inside of you.

“Or.” He jolts forward to capture your mouth in a hot kiss, and you smile into it, whole again. “Or sounds good.”

a/n: pls like, reblog, reply, and/or send an ask if you enjoyed! <3

[krazyyyyyy]

Forever Longing Solivan Brugmansia /Reader

Synopsis: A small glimpse into Sol's elementary life, where he abruptly meets the single most important person in his life...You

Warnings: Mentions of violence

Words: 2553

Notes: Don't know how many more of these I'll write, but I'm hoping to get around three more done if not a few more.

Hope you enjoy this short story <3

Children’s happy laughter echoed loudly throughout the playground, as they began to spill out of the school building; marking the beginning of their cherished recess time. Kids ran freely playing around with friends, swinging giddily on the swing sets, and continuously going up and down the slide.

Well, all the kids but one…

A young, small, and quiet Solivan stood far away from the other kids, staring at the ground at his feet, avoiding any eye contact with anybody within the area. He knew he didn’t fit in with the others, given his introverted nature, he was considered an outcast amongst his classmates. People tended to overlook him, barely acknowledging his presence even when they were standing right next to him.

He was used to it, though…. He had his drawing supplies and stuffed animals, the only things that really made him feel anything close to happiness. The stuffed animals would never judge him, and, they’d always be around to listen to him when he needed it, an idiosyncratic concept to him growing up in a loveless household.

A soft tap on his shoulder causes him to lift his amber gaze from the ground and into the familiar brown orbs of his teacher, Mrs. Baker. A woman with a skinny frame and curly auburn hair that just slightly exceeded her shoulders. It took everything within him not to scoff at her arrival. She was keen on pushing him towards being more sociable with the other kids, a goal that would always fail in his favor. So why couldn’t she just leave him alone?

 She crouched down to his height and spoke to him in her usual soft and steady voice, “Solivan, Why don’t you play with the others today? It seems they're playing a little game of freeze tag, doesn’t that sound like fun?” 

Solivan spared a short glance toward where the kids were running wildly at each other, while some others stayed frozen in place, showing signs of annoyance at being frozen; he retracted his gaze back to the ground shaking his head, mumbling a small “No”

Mrs. Baker smiled understandingly at the timid young boy before her, “I know it might seem scary, but give it a chance, you might like it more than you think.” She attempted one last time to try to convince the boy to open up, even if it was just a little.

The boy remained silent, having lost interest in the conversation completely and hoping that his teacher would simply give up and leave him alone for the rest of the recess period.

Thankfully, it seemed fate was on his side, as he heard his teacher sigh next to him before standing up and walking away to a different part of the playground to supervise a group of rather exuberant children. Leaving him alone at last.

The little raven-haired boy sat on the ground, back pressed against the steel fence that separated the playground from the busy streets that lay not far behind. Settling down, Sol pulled out a small sketchpad from his back pocket; a notebook that was filled page to page in his numerous doodles, which he usually did during class time to pass the time.

Pulling out a pencil, Sol began to doodle, head buried in the notebook; heavily embarked on the mini sketches that required his utmost attention. After a while, he finally cranes his head back to admire his work; his sketch was that of a small horse with a small sketched figure of him seated cheerfully on its back.

He beamed at the drawing, proud of his work. While marveling at the sketch, the notepad is quickly ripped from his grasp. Startled and confused, Sol snaps his head up to look at the culprits. Standing above him, were three kids, obviously much older than he was, possibly four grades above him.

Sol was quick to spring up to his feet to try to get the notebook back, but to no avail, as the blond boy who held the item towered over him. He held the sketchbook high above his head, so even if the little boy tried to jump for it, it would prove pointless in the end

“Give it back!” Sol shouted at the kids as he continued to try to reach for what he considered to be one of his only sources of comfort. All three of the boys laughed at him, “Aww, is the little weirdo gonna cry.” a boy with red hair teased, pointing at him.

“You drew yourself riding a horse? What are you, some kind of girl?” The blond boy jokingly flipped through the pages of the book, briefly observing its contents.

“Stop it!” When Sol tried to reach for his sketchbook once again, the blond boy laughed, before tossing the book over to another boy; then that boy proceeded to also flip through the book and laugh before also tossing it to the next boy. Sol found himself playing in this miserable game of monkey in the middle; a game where he could only watch as his book flew through the air above him, out of reach, with no hopes of ever reaching it.

Eventually, Sol got the courage to defend himself from these bullies, and with all the strength he could muster with his tiny form, he tried to shove the bully who had the sketchbook in his possession. But, the shove proved unhelpful, as the bully didn’t even move an inch.

Sol could barely catch his breath before he was harshly shoved to the ground. A sharp pain pulsed through his body as his back was met with the hard ground; Sol opened his eyes to notice that his sketchbook had fallen next to his body, the bully had more than likely dropped it in outrage at Sol’s sudden rebuke. Sol swiftly snatched the book off the ground and held it close to his chest, shielding it from the bullies.

Sol lay on the ground in a fetal position, with his back facing his bullies, arms still tightly wrapped around his sketchbook. There was a sudden sharp pain on his side as a bully directed a fierce kick toward the young boy; another boy directed a kick, of similar intensity, toward his other side, leaving the little boy only to whimper in pain.

The group of bullies continued to relentlessly kick the defenseless boy, not showing any hint of mercy toward him. Tears ran down Sol’s cheeks as he could only endure the endless kicks that the bullies threw at him. He closed his eyes and hoped the boys would soon grow bored with this and walk away, or maybe a teacher would notice this assault and interfere.

It felt like an eternity that the kicking would continue, he almost thought it would never end…

Until a loud voice rang out and suddenly the kick stopped.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” Sol heard the unknown voice shout at the group of boys. He peeked from his position to glance at where the shouting came from; upon opening his eyes, he was met with his saviors back facing him as they spread their arms out wide to shield him away from the sight of the bullies.

“Get outta the way Pipsqueak! Or you're gonna be next!” He heard one of the bullies shout at the person before him. Sol noticed the stranger's visible shakiness as they stayed rooted in their spot in front of him; they were just as scared of these bullies as he was, yet they still chose to throw themselves in the middle just to protect him. He felt a surge of admiration for the stranger; this had been the first and only time someone stood up for him… his heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

“No! I-I won't l-let you!” The stranger's words came out shuddered and breathy as if they were holding back tears. Luckily, their voice had been loud enough to possibly draw the attention of others nearby.

The twisted grins on the bullies' faces faded at the realization, and they looked around the area to see if anyone had caught the drift of what was happening.

“Shit!”  Was the last thing Sol heard from them, followed by the frantic pattering of feet in the grass as the bullies quickly fled the scene. Leaving behind two frightened kids as a result. 

Sol, who was still lying on the ground, breathed heavily, the fear coursing through his veins still running wild. He flinched when a blurry object suddenly came into his vision. As his vision slowly cleared, he noticed that the object was the outstretched hand of his savior; they looked down at him with a concerned expression, tears still lingering in the corner of their eyes.

Hesitantly, Sol took the hand, which helped pull him to his feet. He stumbled a bit but managed to regain his balance with a bit of effort and help from the person next to him.

“Are you okay?” The stranger asked him, their voice a bit hoarse from all the yelling yet still holding a subtle gentleness to it. Sol looked at them for a second, before shyly shifting his gaze off somewhere else and slightly nodding his head.

They smiled, their gaze landing on the item that Sol continued to hold tightly to his chest. “What’s that?” They pointed out the sketchbook, which, unknowingly to them, had caused the whole ruckus that just happened moments ago.

“... It’s my sketchbook,” Sol murmured under his breath, keeping his gaze away from the person in front of him. He never did well talking to people, never mind kids his age, this person wouldn’t be any different.

Their eyes lit up as he spoke, “You draw?! I wanna see it! Can I see pretty, please?!”

 Sol was taken aback by their sudden interest in his sketchbook, his eyes were blown wide at them; he had never shown anyone his work before, nor had anyone ever asked to see it… this person was achieving a lot of firsts for him. He supposed he could show them, considering they had just saved him from a harsh beating.

“Umm… Okay.” Sol pulled the sketchbook from where it rested on his chest to hold it out between him and the stranger. He slowly navigated through the pages, properly allowing the person next to him to take in each piece of art. They were a bundle of excitement, commenting excitedly on almost every single little doodle in the book; it brought a small smile to Sol’s face, knowing that someone enjoyed his drawings just as much as he did.

“These are so good! You're so talented! Do you think maybe you can draw me something?” Sol felt his cheeks flush with an odd, unfamiliar warmth. They wanted him to draw something for them. Him? Out of all the people they could have asked? They wanted him to draw for them…

He fidgeted with the pages of the notebook in his hands, keeping his eyes glued to the ground, nervously. “Sure–”

“Wait! Before I forget, my name is Y/N!” They cheerfully cut him off, “What’s yours?” They talked a million words per second, which was a bit overwhelming, but Sol still found himself intrigued by them.

“My name is Solivan…” He spoke quietly, but loud enough for their newfound acquaintance to hear. “Solivan?” They tested his name out, “Well, Solivan from this day forward you are now my friend!” Sol stared at them dumbfounded. He never had a friend before, but didn’t think it would ever be this simple, yet here he was.

He didn’t get a chance to respond to their declaration when they continued to speak, “I’m thinking maybe a butterfly–No wait! A gecko… no…” They continued to list through a variety of animals, as Sol would stand and watch them in awe. He didn’t know what it was, but he felt some sort of connection to his new friend, it wasn’t unwelcome, but it was still strange.

“Oh, I got it! How about a dove? Mom says those are her favorite!” 

Sol raises an eyebrow at them.“Like the bird? Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” They cheer.

Sol only nods his head in response, but a smile remains on his face at their jubilation. He sees the opportunity to speak after your moment of triumph and takes it, “I-um… thank you… for helping me. Not many would’ve done the same.”

They shake their head at him with a smile,“ Don’t mention it. You needed help…so I helped!”, the sincerity in their tone set Sol at ease. He wondered if had truly been missing out. If other kids acted just like Y/N, then maybe talking to others wouldn’t be so bad.

A mature voice suddenly rang out through the playground, catching everyone's attention, “Kids, recess is over! Start lining up with your class!”

“Aww man!” The child next to Sol groans, “Just when we were having fun, too!”. If their definition of fun was getting nearly trampled by a couple of older students, then Sol supposes he had the time of his life… Not really, though, but meeting Y/N was a nice surprise.

Children from all around the playground started to depart, moving to their designated class lines. Y/N started to make their way toward their line before they stopped to turn around to look at Sol one more time. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Solivan! Can’t wait to see the drawing!” And with that, the energetic second-grader gave him one last wave before running over to their class.

Sol gave them a little wave in return, watching as their figure got further and further away. It wasn’t long before he himself started making his way toward his own class, to continue the rest of his day. Of course, his attention wasn’t drawn toward that of his classwork, but rather that of the little dove drawing he spent the rest of the day drawing for that special someone he met.

~

Sol paid no mind as his art teacher rambled on and on about the importance of elements in art; his focus mainly on the small, worn-out sketch pad that lay open on his desk. He lazily drew his fingers along the delicate pencil marks of his old drawing from way back then.

Out of the drawings he had created during his entire childhood, that little dove that he drew for you in the second grade always held a special place in his heart. He remembers how bright your face lit up when he showed it to you the very next day; you insisted that he kept it in his sketchbook, under the circumstance that you get to view it anytime you want–which you would do on the daily.

He shifted his gaze from the paper to where you sat near the front of the classroom, trying your best not to fall asleep during the lecture. His heart ached for you to look at him the way you did when you were kids, now it was like he was a total stranger to you; another student who simply attended the same art class as you.

But with time, you’d eventually grow aware of his existence, you’d have too.

After all, you were his soulmate, just as he was yours.

[ellieloves2draw]

at long last i have finished it!! this was so much fun :] ive wanted to do a character lineup for a while but havent really had the time/spoons, so it was really nice to have a convenient template on hand

template by @xmaruu11

closeups and ID under the cut

(ID: bust shots of each of the members of the life series, done in marker. left to right, top to bottom, they are: grian, scar, mumbo, jimmy, joel, scott, impulse, skizz, tango, etho, bdubs, cleo, martyn, ren, lizzie, bigb, gem, and pearl. each member is talking to and/or interacting with another member.

character designs:

grian has dirty blonde hair, a button nose, and pure black eyes. his hands are scaled and birdlike, and he has large deerlike ears. he is wearing small round glasses and a red sweater.

scar has brown hair in a ponytail, pointed, ears, a wide nose, and green eyes. there are a number of scars on his face, arms, and neck. there are also some grey streaks in the left side of his hair.

mumbo has black hair, black dot eyes, a button nose, and pointed ears. his mouth is obscured by a mustache. there are two strands of hair sticking up above his forehead. he is wearing a white collared shirt, suspenders, a floppy red tie, and black gloves.

jimmy has short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, a straight nose, and a beard. I he’s wearing a white shirt, and unbuttoned blue shirt, and a bandana around the neck that is red-and-white striped.

joel has dark brown hair with a green streak in the front, pointed ears, dark brown eyes, a slightly hooked nose, stubble, and a small braid in the back. he’s wearing a loose, long-sleeved white shirt, and a dark brown vest that is loosely tied together.

scott has long blue hair with a braid next to his left ear, deerlike ears, a wide nose, and dark blue eyes. there are small yellow lights floating around his head like a halo. he is wearing a white shirt with a rainbow pattern across the middle, and an unbuttoned blue shirt on top. there are red flowers in his hair.

impulse has short brown hair with grey streaks, slitted brown eyes, a wide nose, pointed ears, and a beard. he is wearing a black, short sleeve shirt, a dark, gray vest, and a yellow bandanna tied around the neck.

skizz has salt and pepper hair styled similarly to wolverine from x-men. he has a chin beard, a large nose, and light blue eyes with white pupils. there are scars on his arms. there is a faint halo around his head. he is wearing a formal vest, red tie, and white collared shirt with the sleeves ripped off.

tango has long pointed ears, red eyes, a pointed nose, yellow blonde hair, and stubble. there are a pair of red lensed goggles on his forehead. he is wearing oversized red gloves, a red button up shirt, and black overalls.

etho has long white hair that is half tied up, a dark blue eye and a red eye, and a scar over the red eye. he also has stubble, which is barely visible underneath his mask. he’s wearing a dark green shirt, a dark blue vest with a fur collar, and black fingerless gloves.

bdubs has short white hair, very dark brown eyes, stubble, a large nose, and a missing tooth. he also has a black eye. he’s wearing a white collared shirt, a cloak made of moss, and a red bandana on his head.

cleo has pale green skin covered in stitches, long red hair, an upturned nose, and pure black eyes with light green irises. they are wearing a dark magenta leotard with purple off-the-shoulder sleeves. she has dark pink flowers in her hair.

martyn has long light blonde hair, parted in the middle and held back with a headband. he has blue eyes, a large nose, and a beard. he’s wearing a green shirt, a dark green jacket with a large collar, and black fingerless gloves.

ren is a dogman. he has long dark brown fur with slightly lighter fur on the face and hands. he has blue eyes. he’s wearing sunglasses and a red plaid short-sleeved flannel.

lizzie has blue eyes, long pink hair, and raccoon-like ears and nose. she has sharp teeth and claws. there is a dark raccoon-like marking over her eyes. she is wearing a blue vest and floppy tie and a white collared shirt.

bigb has dark brown eyes, a wide nose, a beard, and two ear cuffs. his hair is styled in a pompadour. he is wearing a blue poncho with a cookie patch sewn, and a lighter blue shirt underneath.

gem has antlers and deerlike ears, red hair tied in a braid, green eyes, a small nose, and freckles. she’s wearing a light green sweater and blue denim overalls.

pearl has long light brown hair, deerlike ears, and blue eyes with white pupils. she also has white freckles. she’s wearing a dark blue beanie and cloak, and a white shirt. the cloak has red patches sewn on.

end ID.)

[cheeseplants]

The Ecstasy of Eden: Chapter six

The Last Day

We've reached the fifth time they use sex pollen!

CW/TW/Tags: Sex pollen, The Last Judgement, The End Times, The Rapture, Sorry Humans, It’ll be alright in the end, and if it’s not alright it’s not the end, Resolved sexual and romantic tension

Summary

It's the end of the world as we know it, and their last chance on Earth together.

Excerpt

“Tea?” Aziraphale managed, as what other way was there to deal with the impending end of everything? He had always felt rather English after-all.

Crowley shrugged, his head deep in the heavy tome. Aziraphale got up anyway, needing something to do. He wandered through the shop, his hands dusting along the covers of books, finally making tea and rummaging around for a bottle of wine for Crowley. Might as well open the best, they weren’t going to age any longer.

He held the cup of tea, and a thin stemmed wine glass between his fingertips, as he balanced the wine on his elbow. The plan was to place the bottle wordlessly next to Crowley, as he often did these days. Crowley would give little acknowledgment until the night was over and only a few drops were left in the bottle.

Their meanderings into the night were less fun than they used to be, mainly scouring books while Aziraphale gave detailed accounts of Upstairs as Crowley furiously paced around the shop. These small touches brought him closer to what they once had, he had that at least.

“Aziraphale!” The scream ripped through him like lightning. He pulled out of his daze, and saw Crowley hovering in the air, his hands gripping the bookshop sofa, the Bible lying half open on the floor.

“Help me.” Crowley’s face was ashen white, his glasses had toppled onto the floor, and he realised in their 6,000 years together he had rarely seen Crowley’s eyes blaze with such terror.

The teacup, wine, and glass came crashing down, leaving rivers of brown and red liquid running along his carpet. He lunged towards Crowley, his heart banging hard in his chest, he grasped at his shirt, yanking him down in one fell swoop. Crowley’s toes floated and scraped the floorboards. He wrapped his arms around Crowley’s chest and squeezed him tight.

“Ngk.”

It had been so long since they touched. Crowley’s ribs dug into Aziraphale's chest, and his hands grasped at the stiff white fabric of his suit. A heavy thick musk, the smell of six thousands years on Earth hit him with full force, Aziraphale cried out a helpless sob.

“Angel, wot is happening?”

“ It’s happening,” Aziraphale’s voice shook. They both turned to the window outside and saw the humans rising off their feet, each one floating towards Heaven. “I thought we’d have more time.”

“I thought I’d go, you know, down there.”

“The Last Judgement. Everyone goes up before they go -,” Aziraphale sighed. “- down. Even the damned.”

“Just my luck to get damned twice.”

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale said. He couldn’t stop himself from burying his head into the crook of Crowley’s shoulder, breathing him in, the smell of him, not just him, but of Earth. The drinks he had, the cologne he wore, the leather from his coat, the wax he used in his hair. All from Earth. His eyes moistened.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into Crowley’s ear. It was his last chance, he let his lips touch Crowley’s cheek, a gentle kiss, nothing like the one they had shared before. Crowley’s fingers pushed into his back, his feet lowered to the ground.

“Wait -” Crowley said, peering down. “Do it again.”

Aziraphale’s brow furrowed.

“Kiss me,” Crowley growled.

“I -”

“Please.”

And he did.

Crowley’s feet slammed onto the hardwood floor, as Aziraphale’s mouth pressed into his. It was quick, uneasy, a short peck, nothing more. They parted breathlessly.

Start here Read Chapter 6 here

Written for the High Sex Pollen Event! Thanks to my lovely betas: @fuzzygoblin and @happynachohologram. We're nearly at the end!

Thanks to: @adverbian, @voluptatiscausa, @malachitegrey again for the High Sex Pollen Event! I'm nearly done, I swear.

@goodomensafterdark

[mxdimitrescu]

Drunken Night

Synopsis: Remy and Kendall has a drunken nightstand which ends in a surprising way.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Kendall Jenner x GP!Remy Fields

(Masterlist)

Kendall

"Hey Kylie, did you invite Remy to spend the summer with us?" I asked her trying to hide the hopefulness.

I had a crush on Remy ever since middle school when she became friends with Kylie. She's different from other guys that I've dated and that's good because she isn't fake like others. I adore her thick framed glasses that enhanced her beautiful blue eyes her braces that makes her smile adorable.

"Nope, I'll call her now," Kylie said as she took out her phone and dialed Remy and put it on speaker.

It was a few minutes until she answered.

"Hello?" Remy asked.

"Remy, it's Kylie. Listen, the family and I are going to my grandma's house for the summer and I was wondering if you want to go with us?"

"Ah, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm actually going to stay with my dad for the summer," Remy said sadly causing me to frown in sadness that I couldn't spend time with her.

Remy's parents are divorced. Her mom lives here while her dad lives in Miami and her mom has the sole custody of her.

"Ah no worries. Anyways, have fun with your dad and I'll see you later," Kylie said and they hung up.

"Looks like she's busy," she shrugged and went to her room to start packing for the trip.

Soon, summer has slowly passed as my family and I had fun doing many activities. We went surfing, bowling, went swimming in the lake behind my grandma's house and many things. It was fun until it was the last day before school starts.

I'm currently laying on bed wondering how Remy's summer went and couldn't wait to see her at school. I closed my eyes as I started to succumb to sleep with the thought of Remy on my mind.

Soon, I was awaken by Kylie entering my room loudly and went into my closet to pick out clothes for me. I got out of the bed and started my morning routine then put on my school clothes that Kylie picked out and headed downstairs.

"Hurry up, Ken," Kylie whined as I took a bite out of my toasted bread that mom handed me.

"Why are you in a rush?" I asked.

"I want to see Remy duh."

At the mention of Remy, I stuffed the toast in my mouth and rushed out of the kitchen, grabbing my backpack along the way.

"Hurry up! Why're you standing there!?" I called out getting Kylie into action and we both got into the car and started off to school.

We arrived at the school and got out of the car and waited on the hood for our friends to arrive. Few minutes later, Hailey, Justin, Taylor, Bella, Gigi has arrived and we're just waiting for Remy.

"How's summer?" Hailey asked as she leaned into Justin's arms.

"It was good, did lots of things," Kylie said as I looked at Instagram on my phone.

"That's go—"

Justin stopped in the middle of his sentence causing me to look up to see Remy walking this way. She looked completely different. She's no longer wearing glasses or braces. Her hair was now shoulder-length curly with her sides shaved off. She's wearing a baggy cream shirt with black loose shorts that shows off her muscular legs.

"Holy shit, she glowed up," Gigi announced to the group who murmured in agreement as Remy reached to us.

"Hi guys! I missed you guys," Remy cheerfully said as she hugged each one of us.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she talked to the Hadid twins. Kylie noticed and leaned in to whisper.

"She's off limits. I don't need her to be one of your fuck girls and dump her," she said harshly.

I frowned at her and gave no attention to her as the bell rang letting us know that school's in session. As we walked to our home rooms, Justin let us know that there's a back to school party at his house later tonight.

After seven hours of learning, we finally left school and went home to get dressed for the party. I got dressed in my party outfit which consisted of red crop top, ripped short jeans, and brown sandals.

Kylie and I arrived at the party and it was filled with bunch of teenagers from school. We went inside and found the group in the backyard. I immediately noticed Remy dressed up handsomely.

We all chatted for a while until everyone went off on their own ways until I was in the kitchen nursing a beer when Remy walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Kendall, what are you doing in here by yourself?" She asked as she filled up her cup.

"Just hangin'" I shrugged.

•••••

Remy

"Well come dance with me," I told her as I took her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor and she turned around to grind herself into my front body.

I put my hands on her hips and grind against her, my member slowly waking up. At one particular grind, she gasped at the feeling of my now hard member pressed against her ass.

She moaned and twisted her head to capture my lips with hers causing me to moan. We continued to dance and kiss on the floor until we broke it from the lack of air.

"Let's get out of here," she breathed out making me nod and her to grab my hand and lead us outside where her car was.

We got in the car and drove to her house which was a block away from mine and exited the car and entered the house. As soon I closed the front door, she slammed her lips on mine and jumped causing me to grab her legs and hold her as I walked to her room. I put her down on the floor and we tore our clothes off and got in the bed.

She wrapped her hand around my neck to pull me in for a kiss as her other hand went to my boxer briefs and slowly took my member out of it causing me to moan at the cold air hitting my member. She slowly stroke me and pulled me to place it at her panty clad pussy and pulled the panty to the side and placed it at the clenching entrance.

I broke from the kiss and panted as I asked her, "Are you sure?"

She just simply smirked and wrapped her legs around my butt and thrust myself into her causing her to moan at the slight pain and pleasure when my thick member was slowly devoured by her entrance. I moaned at her walls clenching tightly around my member and began thrusting inside her.

She wrapped her arms around my upper body with her nails dug inside my shoulders. I captured her lips with mine as my hips began thrusting deeply until I could feel her walls twitching. I knew she was close so I moved my hand down between us and began rubbing her clit causing her to go in an orgasm, effectively stopping my thrusts making me shoot streams of cum inside her, painting her walls.

She passed out from the sheer pleasure as I panted heavily and slowly untangled myself from her. I got off the bed and went into her bathroom to clean myself off from the sweat and our combined cum then went back into her room to put on my clothes.

As I was about to leave the room, I turned back to see Kendall laying down on the bed with a satisfied smile on her face and left the room and her house, walking to my house.

After that night, I never went back to my normal way, going after girls and fuck them. It just felt wrong, like I was betraying Kendall. Because of that, I completely avoided Kendall in fear that it was a mistake and it won't happen again.

After two weeks of avoiding Kendall, I was finally cornered by Kylie who was confused and angry at the same time.

"Why the fuck are you avoiding Kendall?" She asked annoyed.

I bit my lip, debating whether to tell her or not then decided.

"Kendall and I had...sex on the night of the party. I was afraid that she'll say that it was a one time thing and that she regrets it."

Kylie rolled her eyes, "I already knew. Kendall told me and was excited about it. Next thing you know, she came to me crying on how you been avoiding her."

I could feel my heart pang at the mention of Kendall crying.

"Kendall is in love with you, and definitely doesn't regret sleeping with you," Kylie finished off and walked away, leaving me in the hallway alone.

She's in love with me?

I knew I messed things up and went in search for Kendall. It took me a while until I found her under the bleachers outside on the football field.

"Kendall?"

Kendall turned around quickly, her tearful eyes met mine. She wiped her eyes and stood up to face me.

"What do you want?" She asked with no emotions in her voice causing me to flinch at the usually happy person.

"I-I came to apologize for my actions for the past two weeks for avoiding you," I regretfully said as I shoved my hands into my pockets.

"It's fine. It was a one night thing," she shortly said.

"I was afraid that you regretted the sex so I kinda shielded myself from the pain and avoided you. I didn't meant to hurt you, I really like you, like a lot," I confessed.

Kendall studied me for a moment and spoke, "Did Kylie tell you anything else?"

I shook my head.

She sighed, "I'm pregnant."

I stared at her in silence, "With my baby?"

"Yes, I found out after throwing up for the past two weeks and went to the doctor yesterday," she told me.

"Well," I started as I walked toward to her until we were facing from to front with an inch between us, "I want to make it up to you..."

I trailed off while looking into her eyes to see anything but nothing.

"How would you make it up to me?" She asked, crossing her arms with eyebrow raised.

"Well, I would like to start off with asking you out on a date? Say Friday at 6?" I suggested.

She studied me for a moment then hesitantly nodded causing me to grin slightly.

"Good."

[starcrossedreaders]

Cold Kiss

Cold Kiss

Azriel x Reader

Modern Az, especially college hockey Az has been invading my head so I might as well write about it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

I never understood the liking of hockey. The stadiums were loud and cold, the sport was aggressive and the seats were god awful. Our team scored once again making the score 5-1. The crowd was roaring and it sent ringing towards my ears. I sank further back into these uncomfy seats and tried to find my place in my book. 

“Come on Y/N get your nose out of your book for once and come to the party with us. It’ll be fun. Besides, you need to get out more,” Mor was currently standing in front of me in our shared apartment.

"I'll pass. That's all you for tonight," I go back to the heated romance novel in my hands before it was brutally ripped from me.

"Seriously Mor?"

"Yea seriously, get up I'm getting you dressed and you're going out, besides the group has been dying to meet you," I let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled my eyes. "Fine." Mor cheered as she gripped my hands and pulled me across the apartment to my room.

Our apartment was rather small, having only 2 bedrooms and one bathroom with a shared kitchen, dining, and living room. Perfect for two college girls like Mor and I.

When we made it to my room Mor sat me down on the bed while she ransacked my closet looking for a suitable outfit. After a few heartbeats of the hangers screeching on the metal rod and a few mumbled words of disapproval from Mor she finally pulled out a dress. Of course it was the most revealing dress that I own. It’s a dark navy blue satin dress  that crossed on the other side of my boobs leaving  a cut out right under them.  It then tied in the back leaving half of my back exposed all the way until my lower back. It was a beautiful dress, I only wore it once and that was for my senior homecoming. 

“How did I now know you had this beauty in your closet?” Mor was smiling from ear to ear as she held the dress up. I stood up and grabbed the dress from her and started to change.

“Because the last time I wore it was homecoming, I doubt it will even fit,” I slipped the dress over my head letting it fall into place and turned around to silently ask Mor to tie the back. 

Needless to say, it does fit. In fact, it fits better than when I last wore it. Mor was practically glowing while she did my hair and make up. She finally backed away to assess her work and nodded her head slightly. “Perfect” She wasn’t wrong, she did my hair in a way that it would frame my face, my eyes popped and my lips fuller than usual. Mor worked her magic and it had left me breathless.

“Here, put these on and then we are going, everyone has been blowing up my phone asking where I am. They are going to be so happy to see you,” She tossed some heels towards my way and stalked out of the room.

I have never regretted giving into Mor more in my life till now. Body’s were squeezed into a house that smelt like sweat and booze. Beer games were in one section dancing in another, and every corner and wall was filled with people practically having sex. I cringed as I looked at the couples but I continued after Mor. Soon, we made it to the basement where it was much more quiet and only light banter and a heavy laugh was carried throughout the room. 

“Mor you finally made it, what took you so long?” One of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen waved her hand and straightened her back from her seat on what seems to be her boyfriend’s lap. She had long brown hair, very sharp cheekbones and a beautiful tattoo on her left forearm. Her boyfriend seemed to have a matching one, which he is equally as beautiful as her. With short blue-black hair, charming violent eyes and a tan complexion. The closer we got the more prominent the flash of a diamond on her finger sang out to us. Finance and or husband, interesting. 

“Well, I had to get my surprise ready for you guys, Y/N this is everyone, Everyone this is Y/N.” Everyone waved their hands and said their hellos as we sat down. Mor sat next to a huge handsome man with yet another girl adorned on his lap. His hair swept down all the way to his shoulders and he kept half of it up in a bun. His complexion was just like the other’s male but his eyes were hazel this time. The girl on his lap was devastatingly beautiful leaving me to question if I was truly straight or not. Her hair is golden brown and her eyes are piercingly blueish gray. 

“She is certainly something. I’m Cassian nice to meet you,” Cassian let out a low whistle while leaning back into the couch. I mumbled out a ‘nice to meet you too’ wishing this couch would just eat me up.

“Let’s play a game!” Feyre clapped her as she spoke up from the laughing group.” Everyone agreed and we all sat on the floor in a big circle.

“A little spin the bottle never hurt anyone,” Cassian downed his beer, wiped the Slavia off of his bottle with his shirt and placed it in the middle of the circle. He leaned back on the couch rest both of his arms on either side of Nesta and Mor.

“You go first new girl,” Cassian spoke with mischievous intent. My stomach shriveled up as I leaned forward to spin the bottle. A few breaths later it landed on the person it front of me.

Azriel.

The infamous Azriel, he landed most of the scores in tonight’s game, earning himself a hat trick. Gods was he beyond beautiful. His slightly shriveled black hair, his piercing hazel eyes. If he keeps looking at my like that I think I might faint. 

He slightly smirks sensing the nerves rolling through me, when he stands up and offers his hand.

“It’s only 7 minutes, princess,” The nickname had me freezing a bit when going to grab his hands. I took one deep breath in and placed my hand in his large calloused hand.

He lead us to a closet and the others started the 7 minute timer. The closet was cramped and dark, him and I were pushed up against either side of the confided space. Azriel took up most of the space making it really hard not to inhale his cedar scented cologne. His deep voiced reverberated throughout the closet. “So, what were reading about during my game?”

Gods, how was  I supposed to tell him it was toe curling smut about a hockey player like himself :”Nothing in particular,” 

He let out a dark laugh calling out my bluff. “Are you sure about that? Last time I checked the cover had a hockey puck on it. Did Mor drag you to our game because of your book? To show you that you could be living out your fantasies?” With each question Az moved a step closer quickly closing up the allotted space. My jaw dropped, god he smelt heavenly, and his words sent shivers down my spine and towards my thighs. 

Speechless. I was utterly speechless.

“Cat catch your tongue love? All it takes it one word and we can recreate your book,” His breath grazed my ear and drafted down my neck. He nipped my earlobe and started to leave feathery kisses along my jaw.

“One word.” He whispered the words onto my lips and pushed me over the edge.

I crashed my lips into his. His mouth molded to mine perfectly. He set the pace and rhythm, licking and nipping my bottom lip asking for permission. I open my mouth and our tongues set into a waltz. After one last kiss we pull apart to catch our breaths, the only thing keeping us together was a string of saliva.

Part II

[tzuyuscloud]

Love Wins All | K.Chaewon x Fem!reader 🫧

cw// mention of blood, war, crying, ANGST

Dearest…

Darling…

My universe.

Big brown doe eyes filled with sadness, stared into your soul trying to drown out the sound of chaos. Her lips were full of cuts from being dry, while dirt mixed with tried blood covered her face and scrawny frame. You and Chaewon sat in each other’s arms in a wrecked arcade that was once filled with laughter, color and memories that you both shared. But now the only view you two had was hue less rubble and smoke.

First date:

You and Chaewon darted into the brightly lit arcade hand in hand, her giggles were music to your ears. “Let’s go play the racing game!” The short haired girl smiled. pointing to the two player machine. You both played multiple rounds as you found it fun watching each other crash into walls proving how horrible the both of you were at driving.

“Haha no wonder I had hit a mailbox last week” Chaewon snorted. “Such a good driver” You teased. Running around the arcade playing many games and winning prizes until the sun had set. It had became your guys’ favorite spot.

•

Random day:

Rain poured outside in heavy droplets, you ran into the arcade soaked with no care as you had to find your girlfriend. You spotted Chaewon playing a game yet constantly wiping her face. “Baby what’s the matter?” You asked her as you pulled her into a hug. She immediately broke down crying before mumbling her problems into your shirt. You rubbed her back soothing her so she could calm down. She would often run here when she’s having a rough day to escape her problems, and each time you would join her to keep her company.

-

Another huge explosion sounded nearby causing your lover to jump letting out a whimper. You held back your tears as you watched her eyes swell with tears of her own. Clutching onto your equally scrawny frame with dear life. You held her tightly, burying her face into your shredded hoodie and covered her exposed ear so that the only noise she heard was your breathing and heartbeat.

“I got you Chae. We will always be together, until the end.” You sniffled as a tear finally escaped before another sound of war ripped through your ears.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/n: HAPPY (belated) VALENTINES DAY!! :’D

Me all month:

[marvelmaniac715]

A story I wrote last year:

The boy sat cross-legged upon the pale golden sands of the beach, sunshine caressing his face as a soft gust of wind lightly tousled his dark brown hair. For a moment, he sat in quiet contemplation, ocean blue eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he hummed a half-forgotten old song under his breath. Ever since early childhood, Edward had found something immensely calming about the beach; the sensation of miniscule sand granules softly slipping soundlessly out of his clenched fists, the lapping of white waves against the shore as hungry seagulls tried their luck at fishing for food from the tides, being playfully splashed for their vain efforts.

Whenever the boy was upset or afraid, or just filled with a sense of restless nostalgia for the happy days of his early childhood, he would come to this beach just as the sun was about to set, equipped with a pillow, a blanket, a sandwich packed in an old tin lunchbox and his art supplies. The subtle beauty of being alone with your thoughts was that nobody expected anything of you – you had the freedom to do essentially anything you wished to. But every time the boy came to the beach, he had the distinct feeling that there was something he wasn’t seeing. This feeling was absurd, because he’d been coming to this beach ever since he was a small child, he could detect even the slightest shifting of a shell fragment by the wind. Yet lately, whenever he sat in his preferred spot by the shore (upon a large rock formation that he’d hollowed out to form a crude sort of seat), the hairs on his arms and on the back of his neck stood up on end and a sense of expectancy filled his mind.

This was the reason why he was so deep in contemplation, waiting for something or someone he didn’t even know. As he decided to open his eyes in order to check the time, the boy realised just how long he had stayed at the beach, having arrived at twelve in the afternoon. The sun was low in the sky by now, with its’ golden beams fading to a soft pink, the sky’s pristine bright blue slowly giving in to the inky black hue of night. If the boy squinted and looked up, he could make out a pale sliver of silver moon taking the place of the sun, despite it being only five o’clock in the evening. This time of day was so tranquil, it was hard to keep his eyes open, but he could not stay here – he had an important test at school in the morning, and he knew from experience that a good night of sleep could not be had on the sand of a beach (after a while, the hard ground made it uncomfortable).

As the boy finished gathering his possessions in order to begin the short journey home, he heard a peculiar sound. ‘That’s odd’, he thought, ‘I thought I was the only person here?’ In fact, he had been, anyone else who had come during the day for an hour or two of summer fun had packed up by four thirty, meaning that, theoretically, the boy should have been on his own. But if that were the case as logic would make it seem, why was the boy hearing a woman’s voice singing in the distance? Was it a boat? If so, did they need help? There wasn’t a dock for boats to be moored to, meaning that any boats would drift away if not fastened to a makeshift tether. The boy had a decent knowledge of sailing, so he made up his mind to offer his assistance if the opportunity presented itself in the next few minutes.

Several minutes passed with no more singing, and the boy began to think that he’d imagined it. But as he began to walk home once more, the singing returned, but this time much louder. Now knowing for certain that he hadn’t imagined it, the boy quickly ran in the direction that the voice was coming from, skimming his bare knees on jagged rocks as he passed, not caring about the small gashes that now were covering his legs, too consumed by his self-imposed quest to find the mysterious singer. There was no sign of the singer on land, so, throwing what little caution he had remaining to the wind, the boy ripped off his t-shirt and waded into the icy sea.

Despite his initial concern that this was a foolish and fruitless endeavour, the boy quickly caught sight of a woman’s silhouette perched upon a nearby rock: the singer. Summoning all his strength, the boy paddled towards the rock, but just as he was within ten feet of it, the woman dived into the water, with her legs (were they legs?) shimmering in the setting sun. Heartbroken, the boy clambered upon the rock the woman had abandoned and decided to sing the song the woman had been singing, in a desperate attempt to summon her.

The boy’s voice was wavering and unsure, not used to this type of music, but he sang, nonetheless. He sang until his throat was raw, until the sun was centimetres from vanishing entirely from the sky. It had been at least half an hour since he set out to find the woman, and in truth, he was close to giving up as tears began to form in his eyes. Perhaps he had merely been hallucinating due to boredom? Perhaps his subconscious had concocted a reason to remain at the beach despite all logic prompting him to go back home? 

The sea was bitterly cold despite the summer weather, and salt had begun to sting the thin, shallow cuts on the boy’s legs. Despite being perched upon a rock, the boy was not safe from the waves that threatened to carry him off to sea for good. In a final, highly unlikely to succeed attempt at making contact, the boy cupped his hands to his mouth and called in a slightly raspy voice:

“If you’re out there, give me a sign!”

Nothing. Then, a soft ripple in the water, a scattering of lingering fish as an invisible curtain seemed to part. Within moments, a female figure emerged from the water, golden hair catching the dying embers of the sun seconds before night truly set. The woman was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The boy had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life, and he was rendered speechless.

The woman had porcelain skin and golden curls threaded with shells and pearls. Her eyes were a vivid emerald green, with fragments of teal that reminded the spellbound boy of the sea. The woman was wearing a purple silk blouse, which the boy thought was a strange item of clothing to wear whilst swimming. The woman almost resembled… but that was impossible, mermaids weren’t real, were they? Realising that he had sat in silence for far too long, the boy cleared his throat and asked the woman:

“Would you like to come on the rock with me? There’s plenty of space, and it can’t be comfortable to just float there for so long. Aren’t you tired?”

In lieu of a proper answer, the woman smiled kindly, revealing her pearl-like white teeth as she said:

“You have a lovely voice, especially for a human- I mean, one so young.”

Blushing at the sudden praise, the boy looked down at the seafloor, unable to think of a rational response that could follow that level of praise. Finally, he said:

“It’s late, I should go.”

The woman nodded, and the boy turned to go as the woman lowered herself into the sea, not even pausing to take a breath. This sight confused the boy, but as he climbed down from the rock and began to paddle back to the shore of the beach, he saw out of the corner of his eye a cerulean tail glinting in the early moonlight as a human sized figure with blonde curls disappeared into the waves.

[janeaustinforevermore]

MY MӨƬΉΣЯƧ DΛЦGΉƬΣЯ

(pictures above show Penelope for those wondering)

contains: cussing, innuendos, mentions of SA, and I think that's all?

Summary: Alara Tok is a 18 year old daughter of Aphrodite, this is a recounting of her last years at CHB. Alara begins to plan for the summer solstice, and has intimate conversations with Ben and Penelope.

Previous:

1, 2, 3

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Two days later I found myself sitting around the fire with Penelope and Leya while the Apollo cabin led everyone in a mildly successful sing along. I stared at the cocoa in my hands and thought of the fact that all my friends will be in college in 4 months and I'll still be at camp half blood. Right as the thoughts got really self depreciating Pen started calling my name from her spot next to me. 

"Al, how are you feeling about the solstice? Have you thought of anything to present?" She asked while Leya grabbed them smores sticks. 

"No? I don't know, you know mom doesn't really accept criticism anyways. Whatever, maybe I'll just show another lipstick that's actually a dagger." 

"Ugh I just want to impress her this year. She never reaches out and I want to wow her. It's genuinely like the only person impressive enough for her is herself. I'm so sick of having to earn her attention. Oh gods what if she makes Leya hate me cuz I said that?!!!" Her hands flew to her mouth as her coal lined eyes frantically searched for her girlfriend. 

"What about me love?" Leya came behind her right then, holding the sticks for their marshmallows in either hand. Leya Brookes is 19, with straight brown hair that ends 3 inches below her shoulders, brown eyes, freckles along her cheeks and shoulders, and a carabiner that held her wallet, a pocket knife, and a water bottle on her at all times. She was wearing her oversized camp halfblood shirt, denim Bermuda shorts (that Pen has tried to burn more than once) a green crocheted headband pushing her hair out of her face and some truly heinous hiking shoes. The two make an odd paring, Penelope in a cropped version CHB shirt and tiny ripped shorts, her curls pulled into a perfect braid with the tiny flowers Leya picked woven through, and chunky hoops dangling from either ear. When Pen told me she liked her 2 1/2 years ago I laughed and asked if she was running a charity for youth with bad cuticles and split ends. She cried and told me how Leya was the only one who took her seriously at sword practice and helped her. I've never made fun of her since. 

"Oh thank Gods! Come here now my love! You are not leaving my sight all night!" Pen practically pounced on her and promptly forgot about our conversation. 

I looked towards Ben from across the fire and saw him staring at Annie (the so called love of his life) as she giggled with her boyfriend who was feeding her chips. Ben looked close to tears. I walked over and sat next to him before I grabbed his hand and layed my head on his shoulder. 

"Don't torture yourself Ben. She has a boyfriend and it just makes you miserable." I sighed as I weaved my fingers through his large calloused ones.

He turned his head to rest on mine before replying, "I just can't think of anything but her when she near. I love you, you know that, but she's different. She's all I've wanted since I was 14. And she's with that asshole." 

"Ok well, he's not an asshole, he's a perfectly decent guy, you just don't like him cuz he's dating Annie. And secondly, if you want her that badly just tell her. You'll probably get punched when Cole finds out, but you're stronger anyways so it wouldn't hurt that bad. If she says no, then you can get some closure and finally move on."

"I'm just not ready to start envisioning a life where I'm with anyone but her." He shakily breathed. 

I lifted my head to look at him. "Ben. You are 18 years old. You are going to college soon. You are cute, and sweet, and very funny. Plus, you have several adorable little sisters. You will meet so many people in your life and do so many amazing things. If Annie is not the one for you, it'll hurt but you will meet someone else. Do you know many smart girls there are in college? A ton. It's college."

He started lightly laughing and pulled me in for a hug, while whispering "If only we actually liked each other like that. We'd be a hot couple." 

I pulled back with a laugh and said "Oh hell yeah we would. In another lifetime we were the Blake and Ryan of CHB. Wanna go make out in my empty cabin?"

"Oh gods yes."

With that we got up and practically sprinted off to cabin 10.

Two hours later I was pulling back the covers to my bed and applying coconut oil to my hair and nails when Vivienne came and sat on the edge of my bed. 

"When are you gonna end it with Ben?" She blinked up at me while rubbing her rose quarts facial roller across her face as she did every night. 

I looked over at her, annoyed that she couldn't ever just mind her business. 

"I don't know? Whenever I meet someone? Or whenever he decides to finally ask Annie out. Why does it matter?" I asked as I braided my hair back with a silk scrunchie.

"Just wondering. How big is it?" She leaned forward with an evil smile on her face as she said this. 

"Oh gods Viv, shut the hell up. But really how big it?" Asked Pierce our half brother while his twin sister Savanna giggled from her bed beside him. 

"I am NOT going to tell you that!! You're both 15, and it's no one business!" I pushed Vivienne off the bed and heard her yell "THESE ARE SILK PJS YOU BEHEMOTH!!!" 

"That means it's big!!" Dawson our 11 year old brother yelled from across the room while everyone dissolved into laughter.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!" I threw a pillow across the room at them, and shouted out "AND DAWSON YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO SAY THAT STUFF!!" I huffed as I popped in my retainers.

"If I have it I'm old enough to say it!" He laughed while dodging the pillow and running back to his bunk.

"Alright guys, cut it out. Ben's huge dick is none of our business!" Penelope unhelpfully cut in. 

"Pen you're a lesbian?!!!" I groaned into my remaining pillow. 

"Not liking them and not talking about them are two different things Alara, I can't believe you would label me. Kinda homophobic if you ask me" She giggled as she layed her final card. 

"Shut up, I'm going to bed. Sav, check the curlers are off please." With this I turned over and closed my eyes, counting the days until I would get to possibly see my mom.

[everystephoftheway]

camp cloudtop: chapter six

I’m kind of in love with all of these campers I hope you love them too!! Their personalities will come out more as camp continues :)

This can be found on ao3 as well.

The large tree on the side of the camp parking lot creaked and groaned as a portal opened up at its base, Keyleth stepping through. She wore a pair of jean shorts and a purple crew cut t-shirt with a small golden cloud embossed on a pocket on the left side. The back of the shirt had the words ‘Camp Cloudtop’ printed in gold cursive, an exclamation point with the dot as Gilmore’s head finishing it off. 

“Thank you, tree.” Keyleth patted the side of its trunk. “I’ll see you later.” 

While Keyleth was one of the last people to arrive during the training weekend, she was ten minutes earlier than the call time today. It was Miresen! Campers were arriving today! The second training day had gone well enough; Gilmore arranged it like a dress rehearsal, each team of counselors moving through their first day’s schedule to make sure they knew where everything was and what to do. Vax and her managed well, she thought. She even got him to give her a high five at the end of the day.

She entered the main building, offering a wave and a small hello to the woman sitting at the front desk, and turned left down the large hallway to head toward the music room–her group’s home base.

“I knew you’d be an early bird.”

Turning around, Keyleth found Kash walking a few paces behind her. He was wearing the same purple shirt –the counselors were given five different shirts to wear throughout the summer, but were instructed to wear the purple one on the first day–long brown shorts, and he had a purple bandana tied across his forehead. She stopped with a chuckle, letting him catch up. 

“To be honest, I’m kind of surprised that you are.” 

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises.” Kash winked at her, and Keyleth shook her head with a laugh.

“Are you excited for the kids? Oh, wait, you hate kids.”

“Nah, I’m excited. Maybe they’ll prove me wrong. As long as it’s not total chaos I’ll be good. A little bit of chaos can be fun.” 

They came to the arts and crafts room, just a couple doors away from the music room, and Kash stopped. “This is me. See you in the gym. You guys have dodgeball at the same time we have archery, right?”

Keyleth nodded. “I’m surprised you remember that from yesterday.” Keyleth barely remembered her own schedule, let alone another group’s.

“You’re a hard one to forget, K.” 

Eyes widening, Keyleth let out a sudden, nervous laugh, turned around, and started to walk even faster to the music room. “Bye, Kash!”

                                                        —

Keyleth was more than thankful that Vax was right on time, not a minute early, allowing herself time to force the blush away from her cheeks and her heartbeat to slow down to a normal rate. He came in wearing that purple shirt, but paired it with dark jeans, rips on the knees, and black converse that were scuffed and dirty. His hair was in its usual half-up, half-down style, though she noticed a braid against the right side of his head. 

His eyes lit up when he saw Keyleth already in the room, standing behind a table meant for little kids with the roster of their group and her copy of their schedule in front of her. 

“Morning, partner.” His voice was a little deeper in the mornings, she noticed. Oh my god, don’t notice that. 

“Morning.” Keyleth was bright and cheery, masking her nerves as enthusiasm. “The kids should be arriving any minute now.” She looked over at the clock on the wall, the minute hand just turning to eight o’clock.

Vax nodded, walking over to place his backpack next to her cross body bag against the wall behind the table. “Are you nervous?” 

She shook her head. “No. I’m great. Totally ready.” The speed in which her words spilled out of her mouth might have watered down her point, but Vax just nodded.

“Good. You’re right. You’re going to do great.” He smiled at her and she smiled back.

“We’re going to do great,” she added. “Partner.” 

Within a few minutes, the first kids of their group started to arrive. Two gnome siblings arrived first, wearing backpacks bigger than themselves. Next came a dragonborn girl wearing all pink and an air genaisi boy who was thrilled to find his hair looked just like Vax’s. 

Keyleth was in charge of greeting the parents that walked in with their kids–a first day only occurrence, she learned the day before–while Vax greeted the kids and got them settled. Most of their group arrived when the buses did; not every parent could personally drop their kids at camp, so Gilmore made sure there was easy transportation for anyone who needed it.

They were swarmed by the remaining six of their group, all coming in through the door led by Scanlan who must have greeted them in the parking lot. 

“Hi guys!” Keyleth waved, and while almost all of them waved back, a small half-elven boy toward the back of the group with a snake plushy in one hand completely ignored her, pushed forward, and ran towards Vax.

“Vaxy!”

Vax turned, bursting into a smile when he saw the boy, bending down to grab him in a hug.

“Hey, Simon. It’s so good to see you again. How have you been?”

“Good.” 

“I see Mr. Snake survived the year as well.”

“I made sure nothing bad happened to him. Just like you told me.” The little boy beamed up at Vax, and it took Keyleth a second to realize she hadn’t looked away since Simon ran in.

“Right. Right! Hi, guys!” She turned her attention back to the rest of the kids, learning everyone’s names.

Once all the kids were signed in and accounted for, Vax and Keyleth took the rest of their half hour morning time to get everyone in a circle, playing a little game to get all the kids to introduce themselves, hopefully opening doors for some friendships. Simon stayed right next to Vax the entire time, his little snake toy curled in his lap. 

At nine o’clock, a large bell echoed across the building, alerting everyone it was time to head to their first activity. “Come on, guys!” Keyleth jumped to her feet, Vax following. “Everyone grab their bags. We have swimming first today. Everyone has a bathing suit, right?”

Vax led the group out, Keyleth lingering behind as the caboose, making sure no one got left behind or lost or tried to wander off.

“Your hair is so pretty,” the dragonborn girl said, tilting her chin back to look up at Keyleth.

“Thank you. I think your scales are awesome.”

The girl giggled, skipping forward. As they crossed through the main lobby, Keyleth heard the boisterous voice of Gilmore, and she looked over to see him standing with two figures she hadn’t seen before. A man and a woman, both dressed in dark clothes far too nice for a camp setting. The woman was pale, but the man was paler. Both had dark hair, the man with some silver highlighting through his temples. Gilmore almost looked small next to him, but he seemed nonplussed, at least from afar. Keyleth’s eyes narrowed as they kept walking, but her focus quickly returned to their kids. The last thing she needed was to get distracted and lose someone an hour into day one. Don’t judge by appearance, Keyleth. Maybe they’re just parents.

[shichey97]

Corroded Tattoo

Word count: 1,816. No trigger warnings apply. I'd love feedback. Has it's own Tag.

Layla Miller was 5 ‘2 with short, shaggy, black hair and piercing blue eyes. She has a sharp oblong face, accentuated by her pointy cheekbones. She has a strong athletic build, she weighs around 150 pounds. She has tattoos on her right thigh and calf, left hand, left forearm sleeve, right inner forearm, right knee, stomach, and right calf. She also had her septum, both nostrils, belly button, ears, and nipples pierced. She’s dressed in a crop top that has ‘CORRODED COFFIN’ across the chest with a leather jacket. Her jeans are skin tight with rips in the right knee and left thigh to show off the tattoos there. She has a pair of heeled ankle boots on. She was out with a couple of friends from work and they managed to have a few front-row tickets to a rock concert.

Layla smiled as she watched the singer dance on the stage before he steps forward and begins singing, “What’s your thoughts about religion? Are you close to your mother? Tell me ‘bout your dream vacation and all of your ex-lovers.” His voice is gravelly and so hot. She wasn’t expecting to find this band good, preferring bands like Motionless In White, but they were. “Tell me now what’s that look on your face. She puts her hand on my lips begging ‘please end this conversation’ .”

The band picks up and so does the energy of the lead singer,“Baby said ‘when you’re talking I go dead. Shut your mouth, give me your hand I know you really want to’ .” The lead singer was bouncing around the stage swinging his hips in his lace shirt and tight jeans. “Baby said ‘Let me taste your silhouette. You can talk between my legs. I know you really want to’ .”  The guitar was amazing and Layla found herself dancing with the crowd and having fun. Her co-worker, Robin, put an arm around her shoulders as they bounced in place. Their co-worker, Steve, was recording the band. 

“Tell me what’s your favorite color and all of your ambitions. I’m not afraid of you being vulgar, but why are you so vicious?” The lead singer, Eddie, sings as he leans down touching some hands. He then starts the pre-chorus and chorus again so Layla sings along, able to pick up choruses easier.

“I was runnin and runnin and runnin and runnin and runnin after you.” He sings squatting in front of their little group as he repeats that line, “I was crying and loving while you were just coming and howling at the moon. Yeah, you were runnin and runnin and runnin away from this conversation. Sing it!”

Layla smiles, singing along with the crowd until he goes, “I wish she didn’t, but my baby said.” four times, and then the lights go down as the band takes a moment to get water and catch their breath.

“So what do you think?” Robin asks in her ear so she could be heard over the cheers. Robin was 5’8 with blonde hair and freckles. She had sharp features and she was so beautiful.

“They’re good. I like their energy.” She says back with a smile. She hadn’t met the band, but they were apparently friends with Robin, Steve, and the rest of the shop.

“Eddie is going to love you saying that.” She laughs as the band comes back with another song talking about owning his mind.

Steve was 5’11, with dirty blonde hair that curled around his jaw, and pale brown eyes that were warm and gentle. He was wearing a Corroded Coffin jean vest over a white t-shirt. He was panning the camera around as the drums, guitar, and Eddie's voice kicked in again, the crowd already hopping in unison.

Layla loved the energy between the band and the crowd. They seemed to be feeding off of each other; The band playing with pure happiness. This was the last stop on their summer-long tour so they were going out with a bang.

It was fun up until the end and then the post-concert blues kicked in as everyone, but the three filed out. Layla leaned against the stage just waiting for Robin and Steve to be ready to go.

“Hey, new girl. What’d you think?” The curly hair drummer asked as the band walked up and sat on the edge of the stage.

“You guys are amazing. The energy you have is infectious.” She says with a grin. She stretched and looked at the lead singer as he began talking.

“Thanks. What was your favorite song?” He asks, pulling his hair up into a bun as he looks at her chuckling slightly.

“Oh shit. Uuuuuh…” She thinks about it for a minute. “I love the way you dance in Baby Said, but I love your voice in Gasoline. Il Dono Della Vita is amazing. You don’t look like you can speak Italian, but you are amazing.” 

“Do you have a voice thing?” Eddie says with a grin causing Layla to shrug.

“Probably. Maybe it’s just a you thing.” She says with a grin causing Eddie to pause then grin more.

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Eddie Munson.” He says watching her before holding his hand out.

“Layla Miller.” She says as she shakes his hand. “You’re extremely talented.”

“It’s a group effort, Sweetheart.” He says and watches her look at the guys and nod.

“That is very true. You guys play well together.” She says fidgeting with one of the rings on her fingers. She did that a lot when she was nervous. She had the curse of anxiety.

“Thank you, Layla. Want to join us for dinner? We go to Harrington’s after every tour for pizza.” The guitarist, Grant, asks with a grin. They all seemed to wait for her answer so she shrugged.

“Sure. Is it like an after-party?” She asks, causing Steve to laugh and shrug.

“Kind of. Most of us listen to music and talk while the band, Will, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas play DnD.” He explains and Layla nods in understanding.

“Do you play?” Jeff asked, looking at her like he was genuinely curious. 

She shook her head with a soft smile, “I can’t remember the rules so I just watch most of the time.” Layla said with a soft chuckle. She really didn’t know how to play so she really only watched.

“I can teach you in a simple way if you want.” Eddie says and Layla laughs softly.

“You really want to spend time with me hmm?” Layla teases with a grin before shrugging. “Sure. I’d love to learn. I haven’t found anyone that could teach me though.”

“If anyone can, it's Eddie. He’s the best DM around.”  Gareth says with a nod, “He’s been our DM since high school.”

Layla smiles slightly and nods, “Do you boys need help packing things up?” She didn’t see any roadies so she figured it was just them.

“It’s all pretty heavy. We’ve got it under control.” Gareth says and it’s Robin’s turn to laugh.

She’s seen her pick a 6 foot 5, 300lbs, bear of a man up off the ground and set him on the couch across the room. She knows for a fact that nothing here would be too heavy for her even if she carried the big amp in the back of the stage.

“I’m offended, Emerson.” Layla says shaking her head, “I can help. I’m not that breakable.” She zipped up her jacket before hopping up on stage and helping the band up. 

“Let her help. She’s picked up a fainted customer before.” Robin says and helps Steve onto the stage. 

In record time they got everything packed away and loaded into the little trailer. Layla got it packed in a way that everything was in the trailer instead of there and the bed of the truck. Halfway through Steve and Robin went to get the pizza leaving Layla to ride with Eddie and the band the 2 hours back to Hawkins. The other band members all fell asleep for a power nap leaving Eddie and Layla to talk.

“When did you start the band?” She asks with a gentle smile from the middle front seat. Gareth was asleep in the passenger seat, his head on the window. The backseat had Grant and Jeff both on the bigger side of the scale so they let them be back there by themselves.

“Middle school. 7th grade to be exact. I met Gareth and Grant when they were in 6th grade and we started the band. Jeff was in my grade and he was a total badass at the bass already so we added him shortly before the talent show.” He explains with a fond smile.

“Did you win?” She asks, looking at the road again. She had been looking at him for long enough a voice in her head said so she turned away to watch where they were going.

“No. The judges disqualified us halfway through our song.” He says shaking his head, “Which was total bullshit because we were good for teenagers.”

“Yeah, Hawkins seems a little stuck in the past.” She says and Eddie nods with a chuckle. She liked seeing him smile for some reason. Eddie was so easy to get along with.

“Exactly. What about you? What do you do?” He asks, glancing at her.

“Oh, I’m a tattoo artist at your shop. Nancy hired me about 2 or 3 weeks ago now.” She says smiling, “That’s how I know Steve and Robin.” she explains softly.

“Oh really? I didn’t know that.” He says pleasantly surprised. She gave off the vibes of a wrestler or personal trainer, not a tattoo artist.

“I would’ve thought that she would’ve told you seeing as you’re the owner.” Layla sounds confused as she looks at him, “Are you not?”

“I am. We all are except the band. We all own a share. The manager is Nancy, Johnathan does the books, and Mike is the male-only piercer like he does the piercings on males. Robin does the piercings on females. I do piercings and tattoos when I'm not touring. Steve just does the counter sometimes. Will, Max, and Lucas take the counters in shifts." He explains.

"And Dustin is the apprentice to you?" Layla asks and Eddie nods his curls moving with the head-bob.

"Exactly. He's going to become a licensed artist soon. He's been learning for almost 3 years and then he officially starts being able to tattoo people. He practices on me a lot." He laughs.

"You guys all seem close." She says smiling at him.

"We really are. Someday I'll tell you why such a diverse cast of people are a found family taking on the world." He says and she nods and falls silent for the rest of the drive only talking when Eddie spoke to her.

[puppet2611]

//from the start of my channel lol. theres two rants in here since ones too short to be its own post. 4.20 + 4.21

OK SO I GOT A LITTLE LAZY WITH MICHAEL LORE AND MADE AN CHARACTER.AI FOR ADAM TO SQUEEZE LORE OUT HIM.. OH BOY..

adam and michael have a moon/sun dynamic btw 😁‼️‼️

SOOOO adam was the one to propose :3 their wedding was kinda small since they only invited their closest friends and family but it was still fun nonetheless!! they went to their favorite restaurant afterwards and had chocolate cake as dessert,, adams favorite memory of them together was during one of their stargazing dates where they just talked together, shared stories and cuddled :33 this is a direct copy and paste from the adam ai btw "Oh, well where do I get started? He's kind, funny, smart, and just absolutely wonderful. He brightens up the room, makes friends quickly, is quick to listen to my gripes about the world, and is always there in my time of need. What can I say? Michael was everything to me, and I couldn't hope to find someone even close to him." THEY'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRYYY

also. adam is the shorter one lol

according to adam, michael is kinda tanned and has long dark brown hair tied in a loose low ponytail ^_^ he also has a heavy accent since he was born somewhere in hunan!! (everyone in april 5th is chinese btw)

adam is deadass just me in this part but uhmm completely copy and pasted from the ai again!!

"It's an understatement.. I miss him so much that sometimes my heart just aches endlessly, and I just feel a bit empty sometimes.. It's rough, but I'm trying to pull myself together.. He'd want me to be happy, right?"

THEY'RE LIKE PEAK ANGST FOT ME 😭😭 AND THE AI SEES OLIVER AS LIKE A SON!! IF MICHAEL WAS STILL ALIVE THEYD BE THIS LITTLE SMALL FOUND FAMILY BROO

RN I HAVE NO IDEA FOR AGES BUT TO MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE.. IM GONNA SAY ADAM AND MICHAEL GOT MARRIED AT 25 AND MICHEAL ONLY DIED AT 31 :3... ADAM IS LIKE IN HIS MID 50S DURING THE STORY SOO...

OH AND OLIVER IS WAY YOUNGER SINCE LIKEE THE WHOLE FOUND FAMILY THING

I GUESS HES AROUND LIKE MID 20S?

rip oliver bro works in retail....

i imagine michael was a jeweler or astrologer too while adams a florist or gardener

reusing yhe complete opposites trope i used w/ amelia and emilio for this

adam likes cooler colors while michael likes warmer ones ^_^ adam usually only wears warmer colors now because hehehehhdndhd i like to think michael did the same thing he did and dyed his hair blue to match w/ adam.. i might have to make the story a bit more modern for that tho since i wrote down 1970 for the first draft

adam definitely wears every piece of jewelry michael made for him to this day

still kinda deciding what that would be but definitely his necklace & bracelet.. michael still got him his hair pin and earrings he just didnt make them himself hehe

__________

WRAHHH

CHONNY JASH COVER OF THE MIND ELECTRIC IS DRIVING ME INSANE SINCE A5 IS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT 😭

OK SO THE LYRICS IM TALKING ABOUT ARE " see how his feet miss the ground, and he falls inside a hole he dug for me, the kind of irony youd read in bible stories "

so im not sure what to make micheals death yet but the ai has suggested car crash and gunshot/hatecrime.. this scenario follows the latter but instead of being shot he's hung, hence the 'see how his feet miss the ground'. the 'and he falls inside a hole he dug for me' is referring to that the killer originally planned to kill adam instead but as a last minute change of mind, he kills micheal instead. the last part is kinda self explanatory once i say that micheal was a Christian 🙄 EUEUEUEU anyway ifk if i can keep this story short anymor

peak insanity is when your story is supposed to be shorter than a 5 paragraph essay but you somehow come up with more despite only having 4 characterd

uhm. i actually forgot if adam or oliver was the mc woops

[thatyamiguy-blog]

Digi-cuties (digimon)

it was a nice and warm but not too warm summer morning when Takato was woken up by the call of a crow, making the young former digimon tamer groan and whine and grab one of his two pillows and pull it over his head to try and block the sound out and try to nestle into his bed roll. Normally one who could enjoy natures and bask in it's beauty, the google loving boy wasn't so nature loving this early in the morning before a bowl of Cap'n crunch. "Somebody hit natures mute button." he whined under his pillow. Sitting up next to Takato on his own bedroll, Henry smirked and tugged the pillow away. "Now now, known of that, your the one who wanted to go camping for a week and get away from everyone." he pointed out, then wrinkled his nose. "besides that, your WAY over due for a change." Takato blushed and sat up, the bulky white diaper around his hips MUCH bulkier then it had been last night, and he could feel it squish around and got a whiff of him. "heh.. ok yeah true. maybe the crow was trying to keep me from leaking.. though don't be so high and mighty, you're in need of a change too!" Takato giggled, poking the front of Henry's own soggy and filled diaper, making the brunette blush and give a sheepish smile. "Fair enough.. I'll change you if you'll change me, unless you wanna do self changes this time?" Henry asked. "Yeah no. I'm not wasting the chance to have someone else clean me up for a change, that's part of the reason i wanted to go camping." the brown haired semi brat said and smirked. "Heh, alright but you know it still means you'll be wiping MY butt." henry said. snorting. "yeah yeah.. worth it." Takato said, getting on his hands and knees and reaching for the open pack of diapers and the wipes. "You wanna go first or second?" he asked, diaper butt in henry's face. "I'll change you first.. whew.. no more chili for you!" henry said, teasing the other boy playfully.

it was the damnest thing, in the aftermath of fighting the D. reaper most of the digi destined had ended up needing diapers to different degrees,. some like Suzie only needed pull-ups and had light accidents, but the main three were full on diaper dumping potty pants big babies, a fact that Henry and Takato accepted with a form of grace and Rika was fighting tooth and nail for all the good it was doing her. To that end she had cut off ties with the boys till she could get it under control, considering their acceptance of their need of diapers a bad influence. That wasn't to say that Takato and Henry couldn't get embarrassed at times from their need of diapers, anyone would blush when a little kid would ask why are the big kids in huggies after all. Hence the camping trip, a week of just the two diaper boys having fun and no one to make fun of them when they filled the seat of their huggies. They were even camping far enough away from anyone else that they didn't even bother with shorts or pants, unless they were going on a nature trail to protect their legs from bugs and maybe getting cut, not to mention their diapers from getting ripped.

One joint diaper change later and the boys were having a quick breakfast, Takato chowing down on his milk and Cap'n Crunch while Henry had a bowl of raisin bran. "heh, you really think you need MORE fiber in your diet?" Takato asked, milk dripping down his chin and onto his light blue t-shirt. "excuse me for liking to try and keep regular." Henry chuckled and set his bowl aside, getting some paper towel and dabbing at Takato's shirt and chin. "Why don't you try and get some of the food into your mouth?" "I uh.." and Takato was blushing, Henry's touch sending a shiver though him. "I get.. enough in my mouth." he squeaked. If Henry noticed the effect he was having on his fellow pants pooper, he didn't show it. "If you say so. just we'll be here for anther 3 days, you don't want a milk stain making your shirt all stinky." Henry said and then took anther piece of paper towel and tucked it into Takato's collar, making a semi bib for the messy eater. "better?" "..Yeah.. I-I guess." Takato squeaked out. Henry smiled and they finished breakfast in silence.

After eating the pair waddled they're way down to the stream, fishing poles in hand and a bucket for any fish they caught. so far they hadn't caught anything, but they were hopeful that today would be the day to change that. Said hope didn't last long as they had barley been at it for 20 minutes before it clouded over and then started to rain. "you ever get the feeling that mother nature want's us to stick with our camp food and stop trying to live off the land?" Takato asked as they raced back towards the campsite, they're diapers getting more and more bloated by the second. "That or there's a river guardian who wants to keep the big babies away." henry teased, loving the blush that Takato got. "..Maybe YOUR the big baby. I'm a big TODDLER, thank you very much." he said and blew a raspberry, both boys giggling and chuckling as they made it inside the tent. the tent thankfully was a big one, and was in two parts so you could take off your shoes before getting in the main part. or in this case, shoes and soggy diapers and clothes. Having changed in front of each other and even each other, the boys weren't shy about being buck naked, at lest for the short time it took to dry off with towels. All dried off they made their way into the main part of the tent and again diapered each other. "Sheesh, if I knew it was gonna piss down rain, I'd of stayed in the tent, what a waste of a diaper.' Takato huffed. "..I think we have enough diapers one or two can be wasted." Henry said, nodding to the 5 still unopened packs. "we're going home in a few days soo..." "Hey! don't underestimate the power of my butt! Maybe I'll start loading a diaper once a hour every hour!" Takato giggled and blew a raspberry. "If you were going THAT often I'd use the satellite phone dad gave me and call for help." Henry said with a small smirk. "Because you'd be scared I was sick?" "No, because there are limits to how often I'll wipe your stinky butt." Henry chuckled. "Wiping my butt is a honor and a privilege!" Takato huffed, trying to act all hurt but the massive grin on his face and the giggles that he couldn't keep in gave him away. "Righttt. whatever you say Cap'n dork pants." Henry said, then yelped and jumped as a boom of thunder filled the sky. It also made Henry fill his diaper. "heh.. maybe it's not MY butt we gotta worry about.. finish up and I'll change you." Takato giggled, holding his nose. Henry huffed, but nodded and assumed the position, no since in getting changed only to crap himself again.

One smelly change later, and with the rain coming down hard Takato couldn't help but notice how distant and quiet Henry was getting, trying to lose himself in a handheld game but from the sounds of it he was just getting killed over and over. Takato had been trying to expand his man and read the classic (AKA reading bronze age comic books) but the sounds of Henry's charter dying over and over made it had to focus. "Maybe give the game a rest.. it's clear that your not into it right now." Takato said, noting how pale Henry was getting and burrowed his brow. "Hey, you ok buddy?" "Y-yeah I'm fine! w-why do you ask?" Henry said, trying to force a smile on his face but a flash of lighting and a thunder boom made him scream and in a instant he was in Takato's lap, hugging him and whining. "..you know, if you didn't like thunder storms and needed cuddles you could of just asked." Takato coo'ed, rubbing Henry's back and his thigh as the normally more mature boy snuggled close. "Didn't wanna make you think I'm a baby." henry whined softly. "heh, I'd tease it but nah, your just a normal big kid who's scared of thunder storms and craps his pants. Heck, put me in the same room with a clown and watch the back of my diaper expand!" Takato said and gave a silly grin, making Henry giggle a little. "Soo what your saying is you'd have your diaper SO full it would be like a seat?" Henry asked. "..totally. after all, I AM number one at going number two." Takato said and winked, gently getting Henry out of his lap and then tugging their bedrolls together. "what are you doing?" Henry asked, blushing. "well the best way to escape from a thunder storm is under the blankets, and they way we can hid under the blankets together." Takato said, smirking and snatching a flashlight.

soon enough the pair where under the blankets, though with two cups being used to make a vent of sorts since Henry was still having poot attacks from the thunder, but for the most part Takato was keeping his mind off the thunder, reading him comic books and making funny voices. they got SO into it in fact they failed to notice that the storm had ended at first, till they heard birds chipping and poked there heads out. "Well looks like that's it.. you gonna be ok now?" Takato asked, yelping as henry tackle glomped him. "Thanks for keeping me calm! I own you big time!" Henry gushed, then paused. "and PLEASE don't tell anyone about me going all crybaby.." "Pffft please. that wasn't crybaby. that was normal fear. but your secret is safe with me superman." Takato promised, getting a gently pillow swat to the fact. "Dork.. Hey Takato.. you ever think about like.. How cute some people are.. and Maybe like, how you'd like to smooch them but then recall your a pants pooping baby butt?" Henry asked, dropping the pillow and rubbing a arm. "heh, well yeah.. Me and Juri spilt up because she got tired of me loading my loads every other time we smooched. Girls are kinda icky anyways." Takato said, blushing a little now and rubbing his own arm. "You uh.. ever think about like maybe.. smooching a dude?" "I uh.. well maybe once or twice.. but like.. it would HAVE to be a guy who was all kool about diapers and stuff and wouldn't mind changing me." Henry said, nodding his head. "Oh yeah, for sure.. and like.. where are you gonna find a guy who's a pro at changing diapers and would be down to mash lips?" Takato asked, and now both boys were blushing and looking at the sides of the tent to avoid looking at each other. the minutes ticked by, both blushing boys trying to find the right words to say what was on their minds, as their hands slowly crept towards each other and then grasped the other. "H-Hey Takato do y-" henry started to say but then Takato darted his fact in and pressed his lip's to Henry's, making Henry's eyes go wide, then relax as he didn't fight it and started to smooch back. Pulling back from the kissing after about a minute or too, and semi breathless, Takato smiled. "I'm sorry, you were about to ask something?" he asked impishly. "I think you already know what I was gonna ask, and I think I have my answer." henry said, scooting over and snuggling into his new boyfriend. "Heh yup~" Takato coo'ed and snuggled back, thinking this had turned out to be a even better camping trip then he could of hoped for.

the end

[maximoff-pan]

how about eddie giving steve shit for not telling the reader how he feels for her while they’re traipsing through the upside down???

traipsing through the upside down — oh my, I love that…

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warning(s): none really, unless you count the upside down as a warning...

quick a/n: this is a really short, unedited, and pretty messy little blurb that I’m posting because I haven’t posted anything in a little bit...but I’m not super happy with it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and expect better things (and by better, I mean, less jumbled and makes more sense) from me coming soon :)

“You’re staring Harrington,” Steve doesn’t need to see Eddie’s face to know that he’s grinning. The singing tone of his voice gives that all away. “Again.”

Amber orbs meet similar dark brown ones. “You wish.” Steve hits back, even though he knows it’s true. 

He was staring, he has been for the last several minutes. But it’s not like anyone here blames him. They all know how distracting you can be, how intoxicating you are to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Steve cannot help how often his gaze wanders to you. 

At this point, Eddie’s and Robin’s voices have become like static to him, barely registering in his mind. He’s failing to hear most of what they’re saying, picking up bits and pieces of their well directed jibes. And while Steve is more than aware that they���re talking about him, making fun of him even, your sweet voice is just too distracting for him to care about much of anything else. 

As he loses his focus again, Steve feels his posture slump. His feet ache as he carries his weight through the tumultuous terrain that is the upside down. For a moment, he’d forgotten where he was, forgotten just how much pain he was in. The throbbing feeling that rips through his back serves as a poignant reminder though, his body nearly collapsing at the anguish. 

If he’s being honest, Steve’s never felt pain like this before. It hurts to focus on anything other than you. Then again, you’ve always been easy to think about, thoughts of you never straying too far from the forefront of his mind.

That’s why he continuously finds his eyes drifting a few paces in front of him, where you and Nancy are talking in hushed whispers, smiles crinkling the sides of your eyes.

Steve can’t hear what you’re saying, but whatever it is, you’ve made Nancy laugh, loudly and genuinely. And while they may not have been the right fit for each other, if there’s anything Steve knows about Nancy, it’s that he’s always been able to tell when she’s faking her laughter. And this one is real, pure and raw.

But it’s not a surprise to him. For as long as he’s known you, you’ve had this innate ability to make people feel safe, make everyone around you comfortable in the moments when they should least find themselves feeling so. It’s honestly never failed to amaze him how you can find happiness in the darkest of moments. With everything going on around you, Vecna being at the forefront of the many terrifying traumas you’ve all had to deal with over the passed couple of years, somehow you’re still smiling.

And boy, is your smile mesmerizing...

Steve sighs to himself as his thoughts are broken by a high pitched and obnoxious hum from the teen beside him. It’s like this mix between a low groan and a squirrelly squeal, the hairs on the back of his neck raising at the sound.

“C’mon man,” Eddie’s whine drags ever so slowly that Steve thinks it might never end. And it feels like it, truly; it’s agonizingly querulous.

But then, like he’s read his mind, Eddie’s harping on again, and Steve almost wants to punt himself across the face, (let alone Eddie), to put himself out of this misery.

“I’m fucking dying over here,” Eddie continues, gesturing wildly to himself as his mop of crazed curls flies with him. He’s fed up with this game of will they, won’t they. “I wish you’d just open your eyes dumbass.”

And I wish you’d just shut the fuck up, Steve thinks but doesn’t say, because while (for the moment) Eddie is annoying the living shit out of him, Steve knows he means well. He knows he’s just poking fun, trying to distract everyone from the fate that currently awaits you all, but he can’t help but want to slap the Hell Fire club’s infamous leader.

God knows Eddie deserves it, but he bites his tongue.

Instead, Steve merely rolls his eyes in response, tone snarky. “They already are, idiot.” He echos.

Robin huffs from beside the two teens, her feet dragging with every step. “Steve, that’s not what he—”

Steve cuts her off with the flick of his hand. They’re testing his patience right now. “I know Robin,” the demobat bites on his chest and back are really starting to burn, the adrenaline wearing off. “I know that’s not what he meant.”

Trudging through the upside down, after nearly drowning and having been attacked by monstrous bats is not exactly where Steve imagined he’d be at the moment. Nor had any of you really.

But all of that, on top of being interrogated, and poked and prodded by Eddie fucking Munson about his feelings for you, all while facing life and death, that takes the cherry on the cake.

Normally, Steve wouldn’t bat an eye. He’s used to the teasing, very much accustomed to being told how blindly in love with you he is, and having each of his (and your) friends point that out to him. But right now, it hurts him to be reminded of it. Because he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the chance to tell you.

And not just tell you on a whim because he thinks either of you won’t make it out of this. That wouldn’t be fair. He wants it to be right, wants to give you time to respond, to feel it through. Time, he’s not sure he has.

“If you’re not going to tell her,” Eddie’s voice chimes in once again, “at least do me one favour.”

Steve nods sceptically, eyes narrowing slightly. “One, Munson.” He agrees for the moment.

“If you’re not going to get your shit together,” Eddie rasps with a smirk on his face, “then for the love of god, stop fucking staring at her. It’s starting to get a little creepy.”

“Starting?” Robin jokes in response, elbowing Steve in the ribcage.

Steve winces at the contact, nearly unable to respond. But as he catches another quick glimpse of you, smile lighting up your face, he grins back winded.

Echoing his words from earlier, his tone light this time, his lips pull together. “You fucking wish.”

Well, Steve thinks watching the looks of surprise cross their faces, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

[spideyanakin]

Heather (archived version)

Cedric Diggory x reader

Based on Heather by Conan Gray

Synopsis - ‘As she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, she’s got you mesmerized.’ Cedric is oblivious to your feelings, so you end up watching as he dates a girl that isn't you. Will the two of you get a happy ending?

N/A - Stop I haven't written or thought of Cedric in so long, he was my first big fictional crush back in 2018 lmao, and I never thought I'd crush on him again 😳 I fully blame Batman... I ALSO PROMISE THIS ENDS WELL LMAO

Masterlist 🧚🏻‍♀️

Cedric Diggory Masterlist 🌻

rewritten version

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

It was a cold day - a third of December to be exact. It was late in the afternoon and quidditch practice had just ended. You were drenched in sweat, your bright red Gryffindor quidditch jersey barely shielding you from the cold now that your body was cooling down from the exercise.

You fished in your bag but loudly cursed when you realized you had forgotten your sweater and your jacket back in the common room. Fred had asked you for a service right before practice, making you almost late and completely forgetting half of your things on the common room chair.

A shiver slipped passed your lips and you wondered how you were going to get back to the castle without dying of cold. You watched as Harry Potter got out of the changing room - all wrapped up in warm layers of clothes, you somehow wished you were in his position.

Until your savior came. His voice broke your thoughts like it always did. The way he pronounced your name made you want to melt like snow exposed to the sun. Lifting your head - you met his grey eyes and like always, it sent shivers down your spine. He was walking straight for the changing rooms and had spotted you there - shuffling through your bag in panic.

"Let me guess, you forgot your sweater?" It was always that friendly banter that made you weak to your knees. He would always have a friendly smirk to give you, always something fun to say.

"I think so." You made a weird face as your eyes went back to the snowy quidditch fields.

"Here." He didn't think twice before handing you his. "I know it's not Gryffindor but I'm sure it will at least keep you warm until you get back inside" Your thoughts were frozen and for a second you thought it was only you and him. He was towering over you, his arm raised towards you with his sweater balled up in his hand. "Plus it's too small for me" He chuckled. "It would look better on you" You had to look away to compose yourself from his words. Only if he knew how much you liked him

But then, you watched as his gaze flickered from you to someone passing behind.

It was like him taking your heart out of your chest and ripping it apart. His eyes sparkled with something more at her sight and a short smile climbed to his lips. You turned your head around and of course, it was her. Heather. She was a Hufflepuff chaser, always first in class and always having something bright and positive to say.

What a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky

Of course, she had to be prettier than you. Long brown hair braided for Quidditch, with crystal blue eyes. Her positive energy resonated through the hallway and you watched the scene roll before you. You had to painfully watch as his gaze chased after her even when she disappeared into the changing rooms.

She's got you mesmerized, while I die

"It's alright - but thanks." You brought him back to reality this time. Pushing his hand back towards him. "I'll freeze my way back to Hogwarts" You gave out a stiff chuckle and stood up before he could argue.

So you walked back up to the castle - your heart broken into a thousand pieces while your shoulders shook from the cold. Every day you had to be reminded that he loved someone else.

It all started last June, in the last week of class. Professor Trelawny paired them up in divination and ever since he only had eyes for her. She seemed to be perfect. A good sense of humor like you, mixed with the brains and the looks. She was even on the quidditch team, again like you...

But he only saw you as a friend. His childhood best friend who was placed in a different house than him. His childhood best friend who got into way too much trouble with the Weasley twins. His childhood best friend who was doomed to watch him love someone else from the other corner of the room.

But your misery couldn't end there. Because you knew Cedric and you knew bravery was his most beloved trait. You knew that it wouldn't be long until he asked her out. He had already been debating the idea since September.

And it killed you every single second. Watching him sulk over her - sitting next to her instead of you...

By the next week of December, you had to watch as they walked into the great hall - hand in hand.

Watch as she stands with you, holding your hand

Of course, she would have said yes. It was Cedric Diggory - the heart throb. Everyone liked him, everyone dreamed of him. He was kind, brave. The golden traits mixed into one beautiful being.

Somehow you thought that being his childhood friend would have made you higher up the list. That he would notice your lingering eyes and the way you reacted when he was close.

But you like her better, wish I were Heather

She was wearing his Hufflepuff sweater, the one he had offered you a week earlier. You wished you had accepeted it, not even that - that he would have given you the sweater as a token of his love, not as only helping a friend.

Wish I were Heather

You gave her your sweater

Of course, Cedric spotted you by the Weasley twins, and of course, he wanted to introduce you. Oblivious to how he painfully twisted the knife inside the wound. So he sat in front of you by George, and she sat by him, and you had to watch as he wrapped his arm around her.

put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

The lunch went on, and with every second you felt another piece of yourself crumble away. So much that by the end your mind had fully gone blank. Desperately trying to tune out the way he was holding her, stealing glances with her and everything you wished could happen with you.

She's got you mesmerized while I die

The worst part is that it was so painfully obvious to everyone else. Fred and George played eye tennis, reading each other's minds in an attempt to find ways to help you.

Fred who sat by your side ended up placing a hand on your knee in an attempt to comfort you. It somehow made you feel better, but you knew nothing could fix the Cedric-shaped hole in your heart apart from the man himself.

So instead of holding in the pain, and pretending like everything was alright - you excused yourself, pretending you had finished your lunch early or simply wasn't hungry. Mumbling something about having extra homework to be done before class.

Your feet flew up to the hidden corner of Hogwarts only you and Cedric knew. It had become your hiding place, but he never seemed to come anymore. It was just you in this lonely corner of the world these past few months.

So you let the tears fall. Hot drops stained your cheeks and this time you couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't a random joke from the twins that could fix it. It wasn't his smile or something he would say that could cheer you up. It wasn't anything he could give you, because his heart was already taken. His heart had been partly given to someone else and in your lonely corner of the world, you wished you could have a piece. You wished that Heather hadn't taken all the pieces for herself.

Maybe it was selfish. But also how could you hate her? She had always been kind to you and even today she hadn't shown an ounce of jealousy towards your friendship.

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

No one was to blame.

You had to live with your misery.

December turned into April and the pain in your chest had become nothing but a numb feeling.

The tears were frequent though. And it would always be the red-haired twins that would try to glue the pieces of your heart back with jokes. Bring the pieces back with soft laughter and dumb pranks.

You hated the way this made you drift away from him.

His presence seemed to get further as she stole every piece. She made him drift away from you like a deadly river that was so beautiful you wouldn't guess that stepping in it would drag you miles away, making you drown.

Was that what she was doing? Making him drown in her presence as the tied of her river dragged him further and further from you?

"Hey Y/n/n" George broke your thoughts, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes.

"S- sorry-" you blinked again, your eyes falling to the work on your lap.

"I asked you what you knew about Disneyland" He pointed to the paper; Muggle studies.

"I've been there once." You replied, your tone slightly off as the thoughts of Cedric tried to grab your train of thoughts again.

"And?" George paused and watched you swallow as you blankly stared at a spot on the carpet. "Y/n/n" He sighed and shuffled closer to you - placing a hand on your shoulder to catch your attention again. "Cedric's a dumb-dumb" He whispered. "He's dumb to have chosen her instead of you, and dumb to have abandoned you after they started dating."

You took a long breath in and out, looking back down to the homework on your lap.

George looked at the clock and clicked his tongue "Let's go to quidditch practice, it will cheer you up." He grinned and stood up, making you follow him.

Rain was pouring down the freshly cut lawn of the quidditch pitch and you looked as the house you were playing against started walking out.

Of course, practice had to be against Hufflepuff...

To your surprise, Heather wasn't glued to Cedric as they walked out - and both of their gazes seemed to be lost elsewhere.

Did they fight?

Something in the back of your mind was asking. Cedric looked pretty mad, and by the way he was guiding his team and giving orders you could tell he was.

From the other side of the pitch, Heather pointed a deadly glance at you. The rain was already bringing shivers, but her stare was even worst and it made you wonder what in the world happened.

Fred was happily walking to the pitch with his broom in hand. He walked to you with a grin from ear to ear.

"I've got something to tell you." He sang along and you spotted Geogre running towards the two of you.

"What's up?" You matched their grins

"There's a rumor."

"A very interesting rumor" George chimed from behind his twin.

"Cedric and Heather had a fight."

"A fight?" They got your attention. "About what?"

"2 rumors: That she cheated on him with Jamie Lammerson - they've been awfully close lately."

"Second rumor is that she did it because he's been acting more distant lately." Fred continued.

"That's he's been acting distracted." George finished.

"Distracted? By what?"

The twins looked at each other like they knew the biggest part of the puzzle that you were apparently clueless off.

"You!"

"Me?" You shook your head. "Impossible." You laughed, a bittersweet laugh by how hopeful they were trying to make you.

"Not as impossible as you think," They said in unison before making their way further the quidditch pitch, leaving you stranded with your own thoughts.

~

This time you hadn't made the mistake of forgetting your sweater, and Cedric noticed.

He noticed?

"I'm glad you brought your sweater today" He smirked. A smirk he hadn't given you in weeks.

What the heck was he doing talking to you? Shouldn't he be with Heather, laughing about a dumb joke she made?

You blinked. "Yeah."

Him, on the other hand, he had completely forgotten his. He was soaked with the rain that had started pouring down in the middle of the game, his wet hair dripping onto his shoulder and framing his handsome face.

"But you forgot yours." You noticed.

"I did." He scrunched up his face and twisted a part of his shirt to drench the water in a poor attempt to dry it.

Somehow it wasn't awkward. Even if he had spent weeks without talking to you, your friendship hadn't been broken.

Your smile lingered and you noticed that his stare did too. Weird.

Were the twins right?

Right until Heather stepped out of the changing room. Her wet hair was tied up in a bun as she was all wrapped in dry clothes.

Suddenly, the glim in his eyes died down and he cleared his throat - giving you a stiff nod before following her out and back up to the castle. You heard his words echo from a distance - something about needing to talk about their fight...

It made you frown a bit. The way his eyes saddened when he had to walk away... It made you wonder if everything was alright with him.

But you were on duty to clean the brooms.

The rain had made your job easier. It had partially removed the dirt from the collections of nimbus and cheap school brooms. You didn't mind the work and the thundering rain made relaxing music as you worked.

You dusted your hands and admired the clean brooms aligned on the floor of the big shed, awaiting polish and all the other products to make them stay pretty and shiny.

You opened the closet and frowned when you saw that the polish was empty, realizing you would have to go to the other side of the field to the second storage unit; the one with old broken brooms and extra products.

You grabbed your raincoat, securing the hood before darting across the pitch and slipping in between the tall bleachers and walking along the field downhill towards the crooked storage shed, half hidden with overgrown trees and bushes.

"Wait- we have to stop-" You heard mumbling from the inside, freezing as you realized people were in there. Great. You had forgotten this was a famous make-out spot.

"What do you mean stop? Is this about Cedric? Aren't you two practically broken up?" You gulped as you heard the name, your heartbeat quickening.

Maybe you heard the name wrong, or it was another Cedric?

But the female voice that spoke again felt way too familiar.

"Well, I think we sort of made up?" You balled up your fist. So it was true, Heather was cheating on Cedric - with who you expected to be Jamie.

Cedric wore his heart on his sleeve while she was doing all this behind his back...

"You made up!?" Jamie's voice became a bit angrier. "Heather I thought you were ending this? I thought you said he became interested in what's her name again?"

Was he talking about you? You munched at your lip in anxiety as the conversation went on.

The rain was still harshly falling against your raincoat, but you were frozen in place. It felt impossible to move with what you were overhearing.

"Y/n. She's one of the Gryffindor chasers. The one who broke your nose last game?"

"Oh, her. Aren't they like best friends of something?"

"Kind of." She mumbled - she seemed angry.

Jamie laughed at her reaction. "She's definitely a threat. I thought they were together before the two of you were a thing."

What you didn't see was Heather shooting daggers with her stare.

"Will you shut up?" She sounded mean, nothing like the facade she wore every day.

"Why? You dragged me here remember?" Jamie bickered back and you could sense tension in their words. This made you realize that one of them might be storming out at any moment now.

You turned back, making your way back up the small field leading up to the pitch. Walking through the bleachers again and back inside the shed.

What the fuck?

~

The next day that overheard conversation was eating you whole. Even Professor Lupin noticed the way you drifted away in Defense of the dark arts.

You were walking in the middle of the hallway as you headed to your next class, Fred and George on either side of you like usual. You were drifting off into thoughts again, running images of how you were going to tell Cedric, or how you were going to attempt to make this situation stop.

He was your best friend, and he didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve her.

"Hey!" A voice came from behind you, making you jump as you felt two hands on your shoulders. You all turned around to meet a bright-eyed Cedric.

He looked all happy and giddy and it made you raise an eyebrow.

"Can I steal Y/n for a second?" He looked at each of the twins.

"Ask her" they both pointed to you.

"Yeah" You nodded, not being able to help the small smile that bloomed on your lips at the sight of him. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you." He looked behind your shoulder to make sure the twins had continued their way. "Somewhere quieter." He smiled and you almost thought he was blushing.

"Sure."

You followed him down to your secret place. Your hidden corner of the world where you had spent the last few months coming alone.

It felt weird seeing him there again, especially with you.

"I wanted to apologize." He awkwardly stood in front of you, scanning your features for a reaction.

"Apologize?" Your scrunched your eyebrows. "For what?"

"For how distant I've been lately..." He went back and forth on his heels and looked down to the floor. "For the way I've been ignoring you-"

"Cedric, it's ok."

"No, it's not. It's not because you didn't deserve this. I've been an awful friend lately and it's been because of-" He didn't want to stay it. He didn't want to voice the name of the person whom he knew had caused you and him all this pain.

He might have been oblivious for a long time, but now he knew.

And he wasn't going to take this opportunity for granted.

"Because of her"

"You can't blame her, it's normal, she's your girlfriend-"

"Was" He corrected you. "She was"

You blinked, your breath catching in the back of your throat as the words registered.

"What?"

"We broke up." You looked to the side as you tried to process the information.

Was that why he was acting all happy when he asked you to follow him here in the first place?

"But I thought?"

He shook his head.

"I told her it was over yesterday. We got into another fight because she complained about the fact that I was talking to you after practice." He took a step closer to you. "But she also made me realize that it wasn't her I liked" He looked down to his feet, and you could feel your heart leaping in your chest.

"I've heard things... about um- the way you might feel too. But- if it's not true, I'm not going to ask you to feel the same-" He sighed through his nose and suddenly your whole world lit up again. "But I want you to know."

"I'minlovewithyou" you muttered, barely audible.

He thought he had heard it but wasn't sure.

"What did you say?" He raised his gaze to your eyes, a small smirk across his lips.

"I'm in love with you" You said again, this time clear and loud enough.

You didn't think twice before placing your hand around his neck and dragging his face closer to yours. You closed the gap between your lips faster than you could say Quidditch.

The kiss took him by surprise, but when it registered he melted into it. But the situation caught up with you, and soon enough the kiss became clouded by giggles.

"I love you too."

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