#she appeared for five minutes and im still thinking about her

[sleepypatho]

hi nüwa!! ☁️

[synkqngel]

I REMEMBER YOU (WHERE THE NIGHT LEFT ME).

jimin turned 25 yesterday. what about her celebration caused you to wake up in her sheets?

cw. light swearing, mentions of dying/kms jokes (happens only like once i swear)

tags. non idol!karina x fem!reader, friends to lovers, cooper is mentioned once, aeri is practically their cupid

a/n. everyone shut up its yu jimin's day (and user synkqngels tumblr comeback 💔) this isn't proofread bcs it's like 4am and the ending is SO ass oh my hod i apologise deeply

pain is the first thing you feel as you come to your senses — your head is throbbing, and you swear you feel dried drool on your cheek as you rub your eyes. the sheets feel..cooler, softer, against your body as you cradle your aching head in your hands. your bed feels strange— the duvet feels heavier and the sheets too soft and the mattress strangely hard. taking a deep breath in, you count to five.

after five, i'll open my eyes. fuck, i need ibuprofen.

one.

in — out. your chest heaves with every pained breath.

two.

three.

four.

i'm going to be sick, you think to yourself.

five.

you peek from behind your closed fingers, pulling the covers back. the room is…obviously not your own, and you're met with the sight of someone’s back; not bare, thank god, but you're still in bed with someone. you're still in bed with someone following a birthday party involving alcohol, none the less. somehow, the shock of your surroundings outweighs the hangover.

and the faint smell of blackberry with a hint of bay leaves hits you. groaning, you roll over to face the other side; the side which wasn't facing the unforgiving sunlight. your eyes squeezed tightly shut, you silently curse yourself for your actions the prior night. ears ringing and body aching and weak, the only option left for you is to go back to sleep.

something feels missing, however. your body is cold rather than warm.

“i'm twenty-five now, im getting old.”

jimin huffed, however her lips were pulled into a toothy grin as she clinked her glass against your own before she downed her drink. you watch as she giggles at something aeri said. jimin’s appearance is comical: glittery birthday hat and a chrome silver sash reading: ‘birthday girl’, but despite this, she doesn't look odd or silly at all.

you're tired.

it's a friday, the last day of the week that you have to work, the weight of the past five days weighs heavy on your shoulders. face flushed and red from the alcohol in your system, your dulled senses allow you to effortlessly converse with the group— even with the morsel of goguma cake you've bitten off in your mouth.

laughter bubbles up around the table, stories from each girl’s week float around; from what happened at yizhuo’s fashion school, to the squirrel cooper had chased up a tree on his last walk to minjeong’s inability to do her own makeup. nodding and smiling absentmindedly, you laugh along with them, sharing your thoughts and input. the cakes slight sweetness leaves your throat tingling slightly.

as if noticing your behaviour, minjeong nudges your shoulder. “you okay?”

you nod and offer her a smile. “just a little tired,”

maybe thirty minutes had passed since then, maybe it had been an hour— or two, but the buzz had softened, the apartment quiet (and the cake long finished).

minjeong had decided to leave first; then it was ning, who decided to leave with the former to save money on an uber, or something.

and then there were three: you, aeri, and jimin.

with your head rested against the table’s cool surface, you missed aeri as she gathered her belongings. the redhead had leaned into jimin’s side, whispering something in her ear. pulling away, she slipped her shoes back on by the front door, calling out a, “yn! i'm going home, i'll text you later!” before the door clicked shut.

you had missed the way jimin had flushed red at aeri’s words.

the next thing you know, she placed a hand on the small of your back, coaxing you into her arms. the overwhelming scent of her perfume hits you almost instantly as her arms wrap around you: blackberry with hints of bay leaf.

fuck, i'm done for.

wallowing in your pain, you force yourself to open your eyes once more. right, it was jimin’s birthday party. you were drunk, how could you have possibly driven yourself home?

it hits you then.

the woman next to you, you notice, has pale skin and a blunt, black bob cut. you had never left jimin’s place after all. the perfume from earlier: blackberry— jimin. it's jimin’s perfume. oh, god.

the realisation and shock alone is enough to make you sit up and stare at the person next to you, no, jimin— before taking in a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. thank god she's a deep sleeper, and thank god she wakes up late. then, in another wave of realisation, you glance down at your attire— sleepwear.

a hand flies up to your mouth as you procure not to scream: she saw you naked. no, she didn't just see you naked— yu jimin had undressed you and put clothes on you last night. holy fuck.

this thought alone is enough to shake you completely awake as you scramble out of jimin's bed, tripping over yourself to change back into your own clothes. shit, shit, shit! you silently curse at yourself, albeit silently as you hurriedly slip your shoes back on and dash out the front door.

your headache from earlier long forgotten, you rummage through your purse for your car keys. the elevator dings and comes to a stop. and when the doors finally open, you dash out the apartment lobby as if jimin was going to appear right behind you if you wasted any time. after fighting with your jammed car door for another minute, you start the engine and let your head fall against the steering wheel.

and you yell.

in frustration and confusion, you scream against the leather wheel and kick your legs. ��oh my god, i'm gonna kill myself, this is so embarrassing!” it's comical, really, and to anyone walking by, you look borderline insane. “how do i face her now?!”

(in hindsight, you don't. you don't face her.)

-

jimin wakes up alone.

she stares at the cold space on her mattress for a while, before noticing the neatly folded sleepwear resting on top of the pile in her laundry basket.

her morning doesn't change — she brushes her teeth, cleans the place a little before sitting at her kitchen island with a cup of green tea. opening her phone with a huff, she taps on aeri’s contact.

jiminie: ur actually evil - sent at 11:04 AM.

aerichan: oops! - sent at 11:05 AM. read at 11:05AM

no new messages from the group chat, a few happy birthday messages from relatives and acquaintances that she passively responds to before her manicured thumb hovers over your contact. her lips are bitten; her mind is at the crossroads. fuck it. after typing out a short, “thanks for coming, y/nie,” jimin shuts her phone off, finishing the rest of her tea.

-

to tell the truth, you saw the message and just didn't bother opening it. how could you, anyways? you let yourself, drunk and inebriated, find solace and warmth in the bed of your own best friend (of five years, no less), and now you're reaping the consequences of your actions.

the consequences, however, is the gnawing shame and feeling of impending doom. the feeling of: ‘holy fuck, jimin knows. jimin knows i like her and there's nothing i can do about it.’

“i'm so stupid.” you whine into your pillow, throwing your phone across the bed. “i wanna die.”

‘you're overthinking it.’ is what aeri had told you over the phone earlier. “she doesn't get it. it is that bad.”

-

over time, your replies to jimin's messages lessened until you stopped.

you stopped replying, returning her calls, and eventually reading her messages.

“it's actually killing me!” jimin groaned, venting to aeri over beer and some tteokbokki she'd ordered from the shop near her apartment complex. “i messed up! it's your fault, i hate you.” she took another sip from the can, the liquid burning her throat as she leaned against her couch.

“she hates me now.” she sulked. “i'm never taking advice from you again.”

rolling her eyes, aeri took a swig from her own can, crinkling her nose at the sensation of the cool liquid. “i swear, you're so extra, jimin.” she lunges forward, playfully hitting the older girl on the back. an attempt to lighten the mood. “you're overcomplicating things.”

“just wait it out.”

-

another week passed, your game of cat and mouse growing more intense. but it you're not opening up to jimin, she's coming to you. she bangs on the front door of your apartment, a bouquet of tulips and a bag filled with candy clutched in her other hand. “y/nie! it's jimin, can you open the door?”

when she's met with silence, jimin doesn't back down. instead, she continues knocking, hellbent on reaching you.

another minute of silence passes. something isn't right.

eyebrows furrowed, she searches for the spare key you'd mentioned to her once. jimin pulls the silver key from under your doormat and mentally applauds herself for her discovery — as if any norma person wouldn't think to check under the doormat. she pushes the door open and slips her shoes off, quietly as to not disturb you.

“hello? y/n?”

no response again. weird.

the door to your room is slightly ajar, and jimin’s met with the sight of you bedridden, tissuebox resting atop your bedside table. her eyes widen and she's by your side in a second, already pressing the back of her palm against your forehead. “oh my god, are you okay?” jimin gasps, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pulled into a frown. “you're burning up.”

“why are you here…?” you mumble, wrinkling your nose at the contrast in temperature: her cool hand against your burning forehead. it feels gross. you feel gross, with your baby hairs sticking to your skin uncomfortably, your throat scratchy and your lips unusually dry. why is she..?

jimin’s frown deepens. “you were ignoring me.” moving your hair out of your face, she continues. “ever since my birthday, you've been ignoring me.”

the fever is rendering you unable to form a coherent thought and youre delirious. at this point, you're only able to come clean— it's impossible to hide a secret for jimin, and before you're able to stop yourself, it comes out at once. “i'm sorry— i really, really like you, like, ever since last year i've liked you! i'm sorrypleasedonthateme.”

breathless, you blink at her pathetically as she kneels at your bedside.

“you're so stupid.”

“what?”

“why do you think i did that, huh?” jimin huffs. “i literally sent everyone else home so you could stay with me.”

the silence that follows her admission is deafening. you're only able to stare at her in shock as you process it. “you…”

she cuts you off, moving to hold your hand. “yes, i like you. but i'm still mad at you for ignoring me. i hate you for that.” jimin wraps her arms around your frail body, letting her sickeningly sweet fragrance cling to the air, now softer. “but i was worried, so worried.”

yes, jimin was supposed to give you medicine, but for now, you seemed content with her embrace and warmth.

and maybe later, she would thank aeri.

[imsogonesposts]

hi queen😋😋🥰🥰🥰 i just found your page and i’m in LOVE. i was wondering if u could write an imagine about Finnick Odair and a female victor from district 11 meeting at a capitol party? maybe they are introduced or bump into each other after trying to escape the suffocating environment?

small background on the reader, she was not expected to win her games due to the district she originates from and her competition, but still emerged on top and surprised viewers with her fighting ability and critical thinking.

alsoo, if you’re comfortable with writing/including this, the people of district 11 are mainly represented as african-american, so if you could put a small emphasis on the reader being black with curly hair that’d be great! if not, don’t worry about it :))

ohmygosh im writing too much sorry thanks baddie

hiii tysm for requesting!! im sorry this request took so long but i started college recently and yeah... anyways i hope you enjoy!! also, i try not to describe the reader too much in the stuff i write js so anyone can read it, so i hope thats all right!! <3 

Daisies

|| ao3 || finnick masterlist || requests are open!! ||

summary: When a Capitol party becomes too suffocating, Finnick comes to your rescue, helping you to breathe a little easier. (wc: 1100)

Warnings: could be read as reader having a panic attack in the beginning

You hadn’t expected to win the Hunger Games. Most people didn’t expect you to, after all, District 11 never had too many victors. You only started getting more sponsors and gifts when there were five other remaining tributes, part of the reason you made it so far being that you were good at hiding, good at leaving no trace behind when the other tributes went looking for you. And now, you were the winner of the 68th Hunger Games, attending the Capitol party that was meant to honor you and your winning. Though, you thought of it more as surviving than anything. 

You hated everything about the party. The corset your stylist had put you in was too tight, too suffocating, the lights in the room were too bright, the people were too loud, the air was too stuffy, and you just wanted out. Out of the room, out of the mansion, out of Snow’s and all the Capitol citizen’s watchful stares. Your eyes were darting across the room, looking for an exit or balcony to escape to, even for a few minutes when a pair of blue eyes met yours, as they began moving closer to you. 

“Are you alright?” The man asked softly, his brows creased in the middle as he studied your appearance. You weren’t sure what it was, but something about those eyes seemed almost familiar, like you had seen him before. And you weren’t sure what it was, but part of you felt like trusting him, spilling the truth to him about how you would rather be anywhere than in this room, pretending that everything was okay and that you hadn’t been waking up with nightmares these past few nights. 

“I feel like I’m going to suffocate,” you reply with a whisper. 

The man only nods, gently taking your hand in his before leading you out a pair of doors you hadn’t seen before. Had they always been there, and the lights were just too blinding for you to see them? 

Once the both of you are outside, the man leads you to a bench, gesturing for you to sit. It’s once you are seated, breathing in the fresh air that you start to feel better. No more overly zealous party guests, no more intense perfumes and colognes invading your lungs, no more anything that simply felt too much.

“I still feel like I’m drowning when I’m these parties,” the man tells you, standing across from you as he rocks on the balls of his feet, a curl of blonde hair bouncing off his forehead with every movement. “I’m Finnick,” he says, introducing himself. 

Oh, so that’s where you knew him from. Everyone knew of Finnick Odair. He was one of the youngest to ever win the Hunger Games, and now at the age of seventeen, he was thought of as a “heartthrob.” 

“I know who you are,” you reply quietly with a nod. “You look different than you do on camera.” 

He smiles at that. “How so?”

Your eyes aren’t as blue for one, you think, it doesn’t feel like they’re staring into my soul, daring me to pour out all my secrets and fears to you, daring me to get lost and drown in them. 

“I didn’t think you’d be so tall,” is all you reply. 

He laughs at that, moving to sit across from you on the grassy floor as he looks up at you with a warm smile, a smile that makes you understand all the heartthrob comments thrown around about him. “How are you feeling?” He softly asks, plucking a few blades of grass off the ground as he speaks. 

You shrug, knowing it was a loaded question. You couldn’t sleep in fear of nightmares, you couldn’t stand being in parties like these, knowing all the attendees eagerly watched the games, possibly hoping for yours and the other tribute’s downfall. “I can breathe a little easier,” is all you say; at least you don’t feel like you’re going to suffocate from being in such an exhausting environment. 

Finnick only nods, now plucking a daisy off the grass and handing it to you with a smile. You smile back as you take it from his hand. 

“Whenever things become too much for me at these parties, I always come out here. Fresh air does wonders for the mind. Always helps me feel a little better.” He plucks another daisy off the grass, handing it to you as well. 

“Do these parties often become too much?” You ask, making a small bouquet out of the daisies he continues to hand you. 

He hesitates before quietly answering, “Almost all the time.”

The two of you stay in a comfortable silence after that, him handing you daisies and you adding them to your mini bouquet. It’s peaceful out there, far more peaceful than it ever could be inside the mansion’s party room. Your mind doesn’t feel as if it’s running 50 miles an hour, no, instead it’s as if there’s a peaceful calm to the atmosphere, one you found thanks to Finnick. 

“Can I… ask you something?” You ask, daring to break the silence between you two. 

He nods his head yes, silently gesturing you to continue, and so, you do. 

“Did anyone think I was going to win?” You ask. 

Finnick furrows his eyebrows at that, mulling over the question in his head. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he decides how to answer. “Some people, sure, but that’s because most people always spend their money on the careers.”

“So it was a surprise that I won?” You question.

He slowly nods his head yes, “to some, yeah,” he looks at you with a soft smile, “I’m glad you did though. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to talk to such a pretty girl.”

And despite yourself, you feel something like butterflies fluttering in your stomach at his response. “Does that line usually work?” You softly ask with a smile.

Finnick shrugs, standing up as he hands you one final daisy plucked from the ground. “Did it work on you?” He asks, fingers brushing against yours as you take the flower from him. 

When you don’t respond, he only smiles with a small shake of his head before turning around, back to the party that was meant for you. “I hope to see you around again, sweetheart,” he says as a goodbye, his figure becoming smaller and smaller as he walks into the distance. And you find yourself hoping that you will get to see him again too. 

[lcvecove]

Vi helping Luke is really upset about his injury

𝓷ote: before someone asks , yes I did change it to violet finishing her degree at umich so technically she’s still at umich rn! so here’s a little blurb of them calling after the game where he got injured.

violet was alternating between anxiously pacing in her room and sitting on her bed with her pillow clutched to her chest. violet had grown up around hockey, both her parents work in the sport, her little brother plays and will probably be drafted top five this summer. something she definitely didn’t wanna think about.

but she was still a little bundle of nerves every time luke stepped onto the ice. ever since he joined the nhl, the hollow pit in her stomach during games just grew ten fold.

so when she saw him skate to the bench with a pained expression on his face, the lump instantly appeared in her throat.

“call me, call me, call me” she chants softly, shifting back and forth on her bed, waiting for her black screen to light up with luke’s call.

as if he could feel her summon him all the way from jersey, her phone lights up with luke’s designated ringtone echoing through the room.

“luke?” she asks when she answers, standing up and immediately starting to pace as she awaits an update on how he’s doing.

“hey baby. how’s my girl?” he asks so nonchalantly she’s stunned for a moment before scoffing softly and pinching the skin between her eyes.

“are you okay?” she asks, ignoring his question and asking her own. she hates how her voice cracks on the last word, how nose stings and her eyes well up as she awaits an answer.

violet’s never been an easy crier, probably thanks to growing up with two parents that thought crying wasn’t going to do you any good. she was raised on ‘if you have a problem, get a plan and solve it. there’s no point in wallowing in self pity’

she’s never been a big crier, but there was something about luke hughes that turned her into a fountain of tears just waiting to overflow. the boy could get a paper cut and violet would be on the verge of tears. god forbid something ever seriously happened to the guy.

“i’m all good, you don’t gotta worry baby. it’s just — i mean i’m fine you know? it’s — it’s not the best timing and i’ll probably be out a couple games which isn’t great but i’m okay” he says, rambling a bit as if he’s still processing all of this himself.

“do you want me to fly over?” she asks, glancing towards her suitcase under the bed as if she’s ready to pounce the second he tells her to.

“I always want you next to me and I’m so tempted to say yes cause I could really use a kiss right now but nah it’s okay. I know you got stuff to tie up over there with graduation coming up and everything so … I miss you though” he mumbles, and for a moment, just like all the weeks in her last semester of university, she briefly regrets not transferring and moving to newark to be close to him.

“I miss you more. i’m proud of you, always” she reminds him, finally calmed down enough to curl up back on her bed, pillow hugged to her chest as she lets out a yawn.

“thanks baby. i’m gonna let you go to bed, I just wanted to let you know that im okay. gotta call my parents and my brothers anyway so I should say goodnight” luke says, smiling when he hears her yawn again.

“okay, i love you more. get some rest and call me first thing tomorrow yeah?” violet insists

“promise I will” luke chuckles and when they eventually hang up after thirty more minutes of saying ‘goodbye’ he feels way more equipped to deal with the difficult emotions his family’s about to throw at him.

after reassuring everyone he was okay, he had slightly started believing it himself. he was a little off centre tonight, not really having anyone with him, feeling like he let the team down, let his brother down, let —

i’m proud of you, always. the words echo in his head, calming that little hold that wanted to tighten in his chest.

just a few more weeks and then he wouldn’t have to replay those words over and over in his head, he’d have them whispered in his ear repeatedly while he drifted off. and the thought of that itself was enough to calm him down and lull him into a peaceful rest.

[badasmuse]

“Homewrecker”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI), lowercase intended, language, cheater!bada, bottom!bada, bada is married to h*wl, bada has a daughter, top!reader, lonely bada, she also cries, appearance from itzy’s yuna

Summary: bada is lonely, you fix that.

Part 2 Here

you absolutely loved children. ever since you were fifteen when you started babysitting for your neighbor that’s when you knew. you actually wanted to start your own daycare but you wanted a degree so you decided to take a few online classes in early childhood education. but, going to college meant you need money for books and such so you never stopped babysitting. but your usual child’s father came back into her life making you jobless once again, so when you received a text from an unknown number stating she got your number from her friend you jumped with joy. and that’s how you started working for bada lee and her husband.

on your first day, you pull up to the extremely big house, you’re nervous. you keep thinking, what if i lose this kid in this big ass house.

there’s a tall woman and a slightly shorter male standing in the doorway holding a little girl. she looks about seven. you step out of the uber and approach the little family. “hi i’m y/n. i’m looking for ms. lee?”

“that’s me.” she steps out shaking your hand. “you can call me bada. this is my husband howl, not his real name but as a dancer it’s just what he goes by, and our daughter chaeyoung. come in.”

you follow the woman in and dude when i tell you this house is huge. you could probably fit three semi trailers stacked on top of each other in here. with the wheels still on and everything. you’re too busy admiring the house to hear what bada is saying.

“got that y/n?” is all you hear.

“huh? oh i’m… im sorry i was admiring your house i didn’t hear a thing. could you… repeat that?” you say shyly.

“oh no problem. this is a list of people you can call if you can’t get in touch with either of us. always try lusher first she’s my best friend she’ll always be able to get ahold of me. i’ll be out at the studio a lot this month because i’m choreographing a few comebacks and howl is getting ready to go to japan to teach some classes. i will be back around nine tonight. here’s chae’s bedtime routine. she’ll try to stay up past eight thirty, if she fights let her because she’ll fall asleep in the next five minutes. you can just lay a blanket over her on the couch and i’ll carry her to the room when i come back. is that too much at one time?” bada asks after literally vomiting a shit ton of information.

“no no i think i got it all. also, if you’re gonna be dancing, i don’t mind carrying her to her room. you’ll be tired and probably want to shower, i can handle it.” you say smiling.

“if you can i’d appreciate it. oh we have to go. chae you be good for y/n okay? i mean it.” bada says crouching in front of the girl who just nods in response before hugging her mother tight and hugging her father’s leg.

soon, it’s just you and her. boy did she give you a run for your money. you did lose her in the house while playing hide n seek. she made you play dress up with her. she took your phone and hid it, spilled apple juice everywhere, and even went into her parent’s room and took one of her mom’s lipsticks.

by now it’s eight thirty and she surprisingly went to bed without an issue, which you were grateful for because now you have to clean the mess in the kitchen and living room.

“hi i’m home.. y/n?” you hear bada say.

“kitchen!” you respond.

“what.. happened?”

“oh she spilled apple juice. this- here. she took this from your room. um, do you mind calling my phone?” you mumble.

bada sighs and goes into a room before coming out with your phone in hand. “i’m sorry she did this to the last babysitter, and the one before. if you don’t want to continue just let me know okay?” she says helping you clean the apple juice.

you look up at her and see the sweat dripping down her face, the tired look in her eyes. she’s obviously struggling. “what time should i be here tomorrow?”

her eyes light up and she smiles brightly. “um, same time okay? it’ll just be me and her, my husband will be gone early.”

“i’ll be here. go shower. i’ll finish up and make my way out of here.” you pick up the used paper towel, throwing it in the garbage.

thirty minutes later she emerges from the bathroom dressed in a new pair of sweats and a tank with her wet hair flowing down her back.

“i’ll get your uber home. can you put your address in here?”

*

now it’s been four months and man, the feelings you feel towards this woman are crazy.

“she’s just so.. fine, yuna.” you say to your best friend. “when she comes home from the studio and she’s dripping with sweat. you know how hard it is to not jump on her?”

yuna laughs, “isn’t she married?”

“yes but… come on. her husband is never really there. she’s always tired and probably sexually frustrated. i could fix that for her for real.” you say taking the drink from her.

“that’s mine.” she sighs, “well are you gonna go for it?”

“i don’t know, should i? what if i get fired?” you say.

“then you get fired. come on i’ll drop you off. it’s almost time.”

once you arrive at the house, you knock and wait, watching yuna pull off. bada opens the door and looks at you surprised. “y/n? what are you doing here?”

you blink, “it’s.. saturday?”

“oh! oh i’m so sorry. first come in.” she steps to the side, “i’m sorry, chaeyoung is with her grandmother for today. i thought i told you. probably forgot i was doing so much this morning. i feel so bad you probably ubered here, let me pay you for that and i’ll get you one back.”

“my friend dropped me off. i can ask her to come get me.” you say sending a quick text to yuna.

“well have you eaten? let me get you something.” she says.

“i’m okay i’m not hungry.” at least, not for food.

“well.. here’s a water bottle. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay bada. my schedule is open.” you look at the reply from yuna and sigh. “actually could you get the uber? my friend is busy, she won’t be able to come get me for at least an hour or so.. unless you don’t mind me waiting?”

“i don’t mind. i actually wanted to talk to you about chaeyoung.” she says sitting next to you.

“what is it?”

“i’m not too sure what you’re doing but.. she used to be terrible in school, behavior wise, and ever since you came along it’s changed. what are you doing with her? what can i do to make sure she doesn’t act that way once you get your degree and stop working for me?” bada sighs, leaning back on the couch.

“bada,” you turn your body to face her, “the issue with chae is you don’t give her enough attention. i know both you and howl work a lot. it happens. but she tells me all the time how she wishes at least you were here more often. she’s lonely. it’s only her and you stick her with a bunch of strangers. she told me she feels happy when i’m here because even tho i’m leaving, i still make her happy because i’m giving her the attention she craves.”

bada wipes a tear from her cheek, “i try. it’s just hard. i want to be here. then howl took that stupid job traveling to different countries like he doesn’t have a wife and child at home. i feel like i’ve been snapping at her which is why i sent her with her grandmother. i wanted to.. be with my husband and he’s not even here he went to america. i wanted to talk to him about this.”

you pull bada in for a hug and rub her back as she cries into your shoulder. “you’re doing the best you can, bada. you can’t be too hard on yourself. howl should’ve thought about that before he left. he needs to understand you need help.” you say softly.

bada pulls back and looks at you, “you really think i’m doing my best?”

“i do.”

there’s a tension filled silence as you look at each other. you don’t know what fueled you but you lean in and kiss her on her lips before pulling back quickly. “oh shit i’m sorry you’re married-“

she cuts you off with another kiss gripping your shirt. this one is a lot more desperate. “please…” she mumbles against your lips. “i need this please.. please don’t go.” she whines.

“your room.” you say and she stands up pulling you into the bedroom she shared with howl.

she pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you finding your lips again as your hands trail under her shirt. you pull it off her and she whines.

“relax baby, i’ll make you feel good, just be patient.” you turn her on her back kissing her neck and down to her chest. lifting up her bra you attach to her nipple, sucking gently and she moans. you pinch the other one with your fingers and her hips buck up against you, looking for friction.

“keep your hips down.” you whisper, kissing down her stomach. you leave marks on her hip bones and she moans your name.

“y/n please… please i want you so bad!” she writhes on the bed.

you pull her shorts off and she’s not wearing anything under them. “made this easy for me huh? oh you’re so wet for me bada.” you run a finger over her clit and her leg jerks. you put her leg on your shoulder and make eye contact with her. “can i?”

“please y/n please do- OH!” she moans out when your tongue makes contact with her clit. her hands clutch the sheets as you suck on her clit, sticking two fingers in her.

her breath hitches and she lets out loud moans, “oh my god s-so good! please more!”

you insert another finger curling them up into her spot. she lets out a squeal. “why are you so good at this?” she moans, hands going to your hair as she fucks herself onto your fingers. “i’m cumming!”

you speed up your fingers, flicking your tongue skillfully and she cums with a scream, your name falling off her lips.

you pull your hand out giving her a minute to breathe. “you okay?” you run her lower stomach gently.

“i need… more. please? i have.. have toys in my sock drawer.” she pants.

you walk over to where she points and find a different array of toys. “oh you’re kinky.”

“please use whatever you want. make me your slut. please.” she whines.

you bite your lip, grabbing the dildo, a vibrator, and some handcuffs. “you mind?”

“oh please!” she moves her hands to the headboard, letting you cuff her to it. “i-i can eat you out while you fuck me. you can sit on my face.”

you shiver at the thought before stripping and doing what she wants. her tongue skillfully explores you and you question how she let a man trap her with a tongue like that? you lean forward and put the dildo in her, immediately thrusting it in and out of her while putting the vibrator on her swollen clit. she moans into you and pulls at the cuffs. you’re worried she might be uncomfortable so you lift up but she whines loudly. “i’m not finished!”

you sit back down, thrusting the toy faster and turning up the speed on the vibrator. you let out a moan trying not to grind on her face. you move when she starts to mumble something.

“what did you say baby?”

“use me. use me to get yourself off. make me your personal tuck toy.” she moans out.

you moan as you move back onto her face doing as she asks all while you fuck into her tight count with the dildo. you’re close and you know she’s close from the way her moans get higher. she latches onto your clit sucking roughly as you pound the dildo into her gspot and you’re both cumming with loud moans. you remove the toys and she squirts all over her bed. you get off her and rub her clit, helping her ride out her high.

“okay! okay i’m done i can't…i’m done please!” she moans pulling the cuffs.

“give me one more. let me make sure you’re 100% satisfied. you might not get it this good for a while.” you whisper.

she whimpers and cums one last time, her juices flow out of her and you caress her thigh gently.

“so good for me bada. did such a good job.” you uncuff her and she pulls you in for a kiss. you can taste yourself on her tongue.

“thank you.” she whispers. “i needed that. god i needed that.. tell your friend nevermind. stay with me.”

“what about your husband? and chae?” you ask.

“he’s gone for a week, chae will be back tomorrow night. after i take a nap i want to go again.” she groans, turning on her side.

grabbing your phone, you tell yuna to just bring your backpack that has your strap instead and you lay down next to bada. she immediately moves her head onto your chest and sighs, falling asleep.

that was a lot easier than you thought it would be.

[wlntrsldler]

i feel may would get whiplash the first time he sees luke interacting with five stars because as much as she knows he is a cutie who loves with his entire heart she's never seen him in love (specially because she is used to see him with women drunk in the news)

“i dont wanna go yet.”

luke’s entire body weight was currently resting on top of your body. the sounds of the movers the poisoned mercury team hired were making a ruckus outside of your room, hauling and tossing the random items the boys accumulated over the summer. the boys’ bags were packed, outside the cabin’s door, waiting to be thrown into the back of their tour bus.

you chuckled, running your fingers through his mess of curls, which proved to be the wrong move as it made luke bury his head even deeper into your neck. you placed a soft kiss on his head, “c’mon, pretty boy. you gotta get up.”

“can i just hide in here? maybe they won’t notice im not in the bus and i can stay here a little longer.”

you snorted, feeling a sense of longing erupt in your chest. you were feeling the same way as luke. you didn’t want him to go. you didn’t want to go. “i think they’ll notice the lead isn’t in the bus, luke.”

"luke? where are you?"

luke's head perked up at the sound of his mom's voice echoing through the cabin. he groaned, placing a quick kiss on your lips before he got up. he knew that his time was up and he would have to get on the tour bus soon. he'd see you soon, hopefully. he didn't know the band's schedule yet and you still haven't gotten word on whether or not you were playing this season, so the next time the two of you would see each other was still up in the air.

you froze as you heard may's voice. you'd been so caught up in wanting to treasure the last few moments you had with luke that you completely forgot that you'd have to see may and explain what this was. you'd met her before, sure, but it was a brief introduction and it was before you became luke's girlfriend. it seemed like she liked you enough, but now that the circumstances have changed, you weren't so sure.

"babe?" luke asked, tilting his head in question as he placed his hand on the doorknob of your door to open it. "you coming?"

"does your mom know about us?"

he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "yeah, i kinda told her. are you mad?"

you quickly shook your head, "no, no. i'm just--uh, nervous, i guess?"

luke walked back to your bed, grabbing your head in his hands as he peppered kisses all over your face, "nervous? for what?"

"what if she doesn't like me?"

luke let out a loud laugh, a goofy grin appearing on his lips, "you're funny. come on, five star. i only got a few more minutes with you and you're not leaving my side 'til then."

reluctantly, you got up from your bed and accepted luke's outstretched hand. he laced your fingers together, giving your hand a light squeeze as he opened the door to greet his mom. luke smiled widely when he saw his mom poking her head into luke's bedroom, trying to look for him. "mama!"

may turned around, smiling at the sound of her son's voice, then her eyes immediately darted down to your intertwined hands and the sheepish look on your face. her eyebrows shot up in surprise and walked over to the two of you, "there you are, been looking everywhere for you. the boys are already in the bus."

luke let go of your hand for a moment to give his mom a hug, then quickly returned to your side to wrap an arm around your waist. he looked down at you, eyes twinkling with fondness, "mama, you know y/n."

you rubbed the sweat off your palm on the fabric of your jeans, "nice to see you again, mrs. castellan."

"oh, don't do that," she rolled her eyes, pulling you in for a hug, "mama c is fine, or may, whatever you prefer."

"oh, uh, okay," you chuckled, awkwardly, feeling strangely welcomed by her simple act of kindness. may castellan's hugs felt like home. no wonder the boys adored her so much. "nice to see you again, mama c."

"so i reckon this is why we've been waiting for you for ten minutes?" she turned to luke, an eyebrow raised. she had a teasing smile on her face and it was a familiar look. luke got his smile from his mother.

"yeah," luke flushed, "sorry, don't wanna leave yet."

"mhm," may hummed. she turned to you, smiling at you in a way that made your heart hammer in your chest. there was no judgment in her eyes but she was still your boyfriend's mom and your mind was thinking of all the things she could point out about you that would have you spiraling. "he treating you right?"

you blinked, not expecting those words from her. you looked at luke for some guidance on what is the appropriate response, but he was unhelpful. he just looked at you with a dopey smile, a small part of him enjoying watching you all flustered around his mom. luke pressed a kiss to your temple.

"come on, mom. you know i do. you raised me well."

may laughed, "damn straight."

"five star here, was nervous to see you again," luke said, making your eyes widen and involuntarily hit him lightly on his bicep. you received a fake 'ow' in return.

"no need to be nervous, y/n," may replied, casting away any doubts you had in your head with a hand on your shoulder. "this one doesn't shut up about you and it's all good things."

you turned to luke, scrunching your face up in glee, "you talk about me?"

he rolled his eyes playfully, "mom, you're embarrassing me."

"that's my job, kid," may shrugged, turning to you again. "he just goes on and on about you sometimes."

"okay, that's enough," he groaned. the band's publicist was calling him over so he muttered a quick "be right back" in your ear before he left you with his mom. luke turned around as he was walking away, "mom, please don't say anything else while i'm gone."

"no promises!" she called back, chuckling as luke shook his head, accepting defeat. may motioned for you to sit on the couch with her for a second while luke chatted with their publicist about their upcoming schedule. she sat across from you, "he's real happy, you know."

you blushed, playing with the throw pillow on the couch, "yeah, camp had a good effect on him."

"not camp," she shook her head, "you did."

when you looked back at her face, you were almost overwhelmed by the sincerity in her eyes. she continued, "i haven't seen him like this since well, ever. it looks good on him, don't you think?"

you agreed, "it does."

"i hope i'm not overstepping here when i tell you this, but when he first told me about you, it felt different," she explained, pausing for a moment as she tried to conjure up the right words to say next, "as a parent, you can feel it when something shifts with your kid. i felt it when his dad left. i felt it when he got the call about the record deal. i felt it when they played their first sold-out show. i felt it when the fame started getting to him. and i felt it when he called me to tell me about this girl who gave him such a hard time at camp."

"yeah, sorry about that," you cringed.

may laughed, placing a hand on yours again, "no, y/n. don't ever apologize for that. something clicked in my head when he first told me about you and it's a feeling i didn't think i'd ever feel when it came to luke. he's the sweetest kid, but he hasn't made the best decisions when it comes to dating."

"having this much freedom and access to the world at his age will do that to someone, i suppose. but when he started talking about you, i don't know. i knew it was different."

"for what it's worth, i feel the same way about him," you said, eyes finding luke's. he gave you a small smile.

"good," she squeezed your hand and got up, "it was nice to see you again. i hope i get to see you at a few shows soon."

"i hope so too."

may gave you one last hug before she made her way out of the cabin, "tell my kid he gets ten more minutes then he has to haul his ass to the tour bus, okay?"

you chuckled, "got it. bye, mama c."

[coolprettyleo]

it's me, hi! I'm the problem it's me! - connor bedard ☆

wc: 1.5k

tw: angst. rooting for the anti-hero. villain arc? self-destructing

ryan leonard x ex! hughes sister oc

connor bedard x hughes sister oc

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frankie found that the older she got, she never got wiser.

everything happened so fast. she was in the midst of getting ready for her very first appearance with connor in tears. she hadn't spoken to him since this morning when she walked out of the room with her tail between her legs, and she honestly couldn't believe he agreed to do this. she couldn't belive she agreed to do this. I mean, what was she doing? she didn't know if she was dodging a bullet or losing the love of her life.

"can I come in?" she heard her mother knock on the door before opening the door.

"yeah. is this cute?" she asked with swollen eyes as her mother looked at her with sad eyes.

"of course. you sure you want to go through with this?" ellen asked, studying her daughter. she knew she couldn't possibly be okay. she had jumped head-first into ryan, and her daughter normally never did that.

"I don't even know," she said before sitting on the bed and putting her head in her hands as she cried, wondering when the hell her life began to lose all its meaning. before her mother came next to her to wrap her in a much-needed hug.

"you don't have to go through with this if you don't want too. I'll stand behind any decision you make, beautiful," her mom said as she wiped her tears.

"It's just- ryan. mom, I can't believe it's over. I haven't even had time to mourn him; everything's just been so crazy, and it's all feeling really real," frankie said, sniffling as her mother continued to hold her.

"I think you need to communicate this to connor so he doesn't get confused. i also think you need to speak to ryan before the photos drop tonight" her mother told her.

"i know. i just haven't talked to him since we broke up, and I don't even know if he'd answer"

"he loved you a lot. i think he would" ellen told her as she nodded trying to pull herself together.

___

frankie was waiting for the car to come pick her up from the hotel with connor in it. with shaky hands she dialed ryans number and felt her heart in her ass.

“frankie?” Ryan said confusingly over loud music. he was at a party.

“hi ryan” she answered with a deep breath

“what’s going on? are you okay?” he asked worriedly. even though he ended things he knew he’d always still care for the girl.

“yeah im fine” lie. she was anything but fine ever since that night.

“oh, well what’s going on” he asked hoping she wasn’t calling to beg him. he knew he’d give in and saw how amazing she had been doing without him. she was better off.

“i need to tell you something can you talk?” she asked still hearing the music.

“uhm— now’s not really a good time” he said. he was currently at a party with a busty blonde on his lap trying to oh so desperately forget about frankie.

ryan had done the opposite of frankie after the breakup. while she worked till she quite literally dropped, ryan also worked but still found time for hookups. he had actually gone back out that night she left in DC and made out with a girl that couldn’t be more different than the youngest hughes. he knew frankie would lose her shit if she ever found out.

“I really need to tell you this right now ryan” she said desperately as she saw connors text about him being five minutes away.

“why? it can’t wait till tomorrow?” he snapped a bit.

he had been holding a lot of resentment for the girl ever since the breakup believing she was the reason he had to end things. why hadn’t he been enough for her?

“no, because I need you to remember I’m a human being after what you’re going to see tomorrow,” she said with tears stinging her eyes.

he didn’t know what to expect so he pushed to blonde off of him and went to a quieter corner.

“okay. what is it?” he asked not wanting to know the answer.

“I’ve been seeing connor bedard and we’re set to make our first appearance tonight. It’ll be in the tabloids by the morning” she said in one breath waiting for ryan to say something but he hadn’t known what to possibly say to that.

“ryan? please say something” she said in a small voice.

“I don’t— i don’t know what you want me to say. good for you,” he said, feeling like crying, but he wasn’t going to do that.

“i’m sorry. I love you ryan, i do. I think I always will, but I just thought it’d be better to hear it from me.” she said, feeling her tears drop down her cheeks.

“how long have you been seeing him?” he asked.

the question she was hoping he wouldn’t ask. the NDA she and the connors team had come up with said that they’d been seeing each other for the past two months, meaning ryan would think it overlapped with their relationship. she couldn’t tell him that it was fake, so the end really was near.

“we’ve been speaking for two months. but ryan-“

“wait—were you cheating on me?” he asked as she took a deep breath.

“no. but-“

“I can’t believe this. there are no 'buts,' frankie! while I was fighting for our relationship, you had already checked out with another guy? are you serious?” he asked, pissed.

“don’t say you fought for anything ryan. because you didn’t,” she said, beginning to get pissed off.

“yeah, whatever. have a nice life, frankie,” he said with a sarcastic laugh before hanging up.

leaving frankie to stand there shocked. it seemed like Ryan had finally gotten tired of all her scheming. She knew he'd be mad, but she really thought she could some way get through to him. she just felt so stupid because the only reason she agreed to do this whole thing was because she was trying not to lose him for good, but she managed to do just that. even worse.

but poor frankie would always be the girl she's always been. she'd rather stare directly at the sun but never into the mirror, afraid of what she'd see in the reflection. making it exhausting to anyone who cared for her.

"the car's here. you ready?" jack asked, peeking his head into the room to see his sister in tears.

"yeah," she said, wiping her tears as jack looked at her with sad eyes. the exact same ones her mother had given her about two hours before.

"franks, you don't have to do this," he said cautiously.

"I want to," she said, looking at her reflection in the mirror, fluffing up her hair before walking past him. she was done feeling like shit over a guy. It was her time to shine, and her little heart knew it.

___

connor sat next to her nervously, playing with his watch as he tried not to make eye contact with the three hughes that sat across him and were giving him a death stare as they drove to the club.

"relax," frankie said, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers as she settled it on her lap with a smile.

he turned to look at her as her blue eyes looked into his. it all felt right to him, and he knew this was fake, but something was telling him it could turn into more, and he'd be stupid to not jump on that bandwagon.

"get a room," luke gagged from across them, breaking their little moment.

"shut up. I can still tell the bouncer you're not with me," she threatened as he glared at her.

"still can't believe my baby sister can do that," jack said, chuckling as they laughed.

they soon pulled up in front of the place as her brothers got out.

"you ready?" she asked connor with a smile.

"not really," he answered honestly.

"if you don't want to do this, we don't have to," she said, wanting to make sure he was comfortable. She never wanted to drag him into her little games, and she was afraid this was going to be her biggest one yet.

"no i want to," he said standing up and stepping out of the car as the flashes began to go off. she smiled before accepting his hand and stepped out with the help of connor with a picture-perfect smile.

if the cameras had already been going off, it times that by one hundred. the photographer's fingers never left the capture button, afraid they were going to miss a moment of the newest 'it couple'.

their fingers laced as connor pulled her into the club, not before looking back at her with a smile as she looked up at him capturing the perfect tabloid picture.

[kousanosgf]

men, minors dni

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rogue amendiares x f!reader

after a busy week, rogue finally finds some time to spend with you, though it doesn't go as planned.

tags: sex toys, edging, car sex, outside sex (can't really call it public)

a/n: if you notice any mistakes please remember im stupid and blind when it comes to typos. i also know nothing about english punctuation rules

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you can't call yourself a clingy person but there're days when you just need rogue. maybe you woke up from a sexy dream, maybe your ovulation started or maybe the stars aligned and rogue looked particularly stunning that day. and the worst thing that could happen is her ignoring you completely. like today.

you couldn't really blame her, rogue's days have been pact with paperwork, meetings and setting up gigs lately. as much as you tried to stay level headed and don't distract her for almost a week, you couldn't help letting yourself send her couple of whiny messages about how you missed her. so she took a pity on you, promised to spend the weekend together.

which apparently was a fucking lie. "give me thirty minutes and we're good to go", rogue said, when you came find her in the afterlife, and left for her vip booth to join some "business partners". half an hour past but rogue was nowhere is sight and you were becoming more and more irritated. as your patience ran thin, you started bombarding her with texts, voice messages and even got into her office to make couple of steamy pics. you knew no matter how busy rogue is she always reads your messages, even if she couldn't answer them right away. but all that also didn't seem to work.

"if you're not getting your ass in the office in five minutes, i'll go and find someone else to spend the night with", you text eventually. of course you wouldn't do that, and rogue probably knew so too, but you didn't know what else to do cause you were getting frustrated more and more by a minute.

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a door to the office slides open, rogue appears in a doorway. as she sees you on the sofa in the corner, she crosses the room in two big steps. you don't have time to react when she grabs your chin, tilting your head up and captures your lips in a passionate kiss, her frame towering over you.

"fucking... is everyone on my ass tonight?", rogue huffs out as she breaks the kiss, still holding your chin. oh, she's mad. her "negotiations", as she called it earlier, probably went to shit, combined with the whole week of stress, you now seem to be in charge of soothing her rage and frustration. but before that you gotta push her a bit more.

"did you get scared someone else would happily take me tonight?", you smile, eagerly waiting for her reaction. and react she does. her eyes light up with dangerous flame. rogue kisses you again, biting your lips, you feel her placing her leg at your knees, pushing them open and dragging it further to place it firmly between your thighs. "dont. try. me", a kiss between every word. "someone's gotta". you think rogue sees red. she turns you on the sofa, belly down, ass up, so the skirt of your dress rides up, revealing a pair of laced panties.

rogue squeezes your ass cheeks, admiring how the fabric moves on your skin. "stay here", she blurts out and leaves you completely. you turn your head to see that she's moved to her working desk, rummaging through drawers. as she notices you staring, she sighs annoyed. "don't move."

you nuzzle into the cushion, smiling in anticipation. you don't know what rogue's prepared for you but the way she bosses you around makes you giddy, ready for everything she decides to give.

finally you feel the seat dip under rogue's weight. she touches you more gently know, a small break seems to soothe her. your breath falters as rogue pulls the band of your underwear and release suddenly, it hitting your skin.

"rogue", you whine, wiggling in her arms impatient. rogue shushes you and you know there's a shit eating grin on her face. she pushes the panties away revealing you wet folds. "always so ready. is it just for me or anyone who's willing?"

"for you", you breath out. you keep your eyes shut, so worked up that everything feels just too much. "really? then what was that text about?" her fingers are cold, her touch sends goosebumps up your spine. you can't focus already, it's impossible when you haven't seen her for a week, left only to pleasure yourself. since rogue appeared in your life she's been spoiling you endlessly and you were very quick to get used to a princess treatment.

a light slap lands on your inner tight. "im waiting". oh right. she's actually waiting for an answer. "i lied, wanted you to come".

another slap. you gasp.

"that's not very nice", rogue sighs like she's disappointed. you don't like it, you want to make her feel pleased with you. "and good girls are nice. are you one?"

"yes. yes. i am." she laughs low at how needy you sound. "mmm. i don't think so, sweatheart." you hear a click, a bottle cap opening. couple seconds later something slides inside of you. rogue pushes your panties back in the place and presses down on the small of your back, "there we go. come on." she lets you turn on your back and fixes your dress while you look at her, confused.

"i don't... what?" rogue grabs you chin again, despite her acting calm earlier, your behavior seems to bring the frustration back. "you've been nothing but a nuisances since you came here. now you gonna take everything i give you and maybe I'll accept it as an apology." she takes out her holo and slides her finger on the screen, a buzz spreads in your hole, light vibrations stimulating you from thr inside. you moan loudly.

rogue moves away, standing up and offering you a hand to help, holo still in the other. you take it, pushing yourself up.

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you're in rogue's car now, barely holding from touching yourself. you've tried already and got a warning from her. the buzz getting stronger and lighter as she plays with you. your underwear is soaked, the seat under you too, you sure. you can't tell how long it's been, rogue just driving, her eyes fixed on the road, expression unreadable. it's unbearably hot inside, your hair sticks to your sweaty forhead. the car window is cold and acts as a temporary relief but it's just not enough.

you try to call out for rogue but she just shushes you with a mean laugh. "gotta learn patients, baby. im a busy woman, can't always be at your service." you want to say that yes, she actually can, but you bite your tongue cause rogue just increases the strength of the vibrations, holding it, till you're about to cum, and turns off the toy completely.

"almost there, sweatheart." you hear and notice, through your heated haze, that you're beyond city line, entering the badlands. rogue turns the car, leaving the cemented road. if you thought that your day was hard before now you're just in agony, wanting nothing more than for something on your clit to release the tension. the vibrator may be off but it's still inside of you and, oh you see, riding through badlands terrain is just another torture rogue chose for you. you feel every bumb as the car jumps slightly, hitting rocks and bushes on your way.

the car finally stops, the humming of the wheels and motor goes quite. seems like your heavy breathing's the loudest sound you can hear for miles.

a driver's car door clicks, rogue gets out of the car. "out", she orders. and you just can't. you actually try but all you can do is move slightly in your seat, immediately feeling a friction between your legs. a door opens at your side. cool night air of badlands caresses your face.

"i'm sorry", you whine on the verge of tears, the overstimulations turns your brain into goo. rogue's palm on your cheek feels heavenly, you nuzzle into it, shaking from the inside. "oh, baby. look at the mess you've made", her voice sounds soft, gentle. you guess, she decides to drop an act and takes pity on you.

rogue unbuckles your seatbelt and pushes you out of the car. she basically carries you to the front of it, helping you seat on the hood. "did i went too far, babe?", she asks as you feel a hand slip under your underwear to carefully pull out the vibrator. you hold onto her neck, you face in her hair.

"no", you're quick to reasure her. how can rogue even think about being to much when you can't ever get enough of her. especially now that you've been denied for days, she gives you everything you need. "just... really wanna cum".

rogue humms in agreement and kisses your sweaty temple. her fingers move again, finally entering you and you cry out into the night. ideally, you'd ask her to fuck you with a strap, hard, still pretending to be angry at you, but it lies somewhere in the car and you can't imagine letting go off her.

her fingers are firm and gentle, sliping in and out, occasionally leaving your cunt completely empty, playing with your clit. you try to move your hips to her rhythm but she's too messy with it and you're too out of your mind to put much effort.

it doesn't take long for you to finish, the orgasm washes over you, surprising you both. rogue wispers dirty praises into your ear as she helps you ride out your climax.

"that's a good girl", rogue coos as she finally withdraws her fingers completely. "missed you, sweatheart", she kisses you and hops on the hood besind you. her hands tug you into her embrace, you look up at the sky, rogue brought you far enough from the city that the stars a visible. and you just sit there enjoying the moment.

[wonik1ss]

౨ৎ mrs. star girl ! — park minju

pairing — non idol!minju x reader song rec : magnetic - illit & favorite girl - vcha & I hate u - moon tang ( 1.0k ish idk ) ! none ᯤ ^ ㅇ ^ happy reading ! ⸝⸝・ᘏᘏ

prompt : one day while star gazing at your fathers lab you see a shooting star.. getting closer.. and closer.. and suddenly you have an alien friend park minju

[day 1018, observation 52]

“click it seems that as the eclipse gets closer star 382 cough other wise known as.. minju is getting brighter”

“anytime I try to zoom in to get a closer look my lenses just break.. 337 to be exact.. from my observations I assume in about five.. days? the star will..” another voice and be heard

“go boom!”

“yes y/n it will combu-“

“oh shit.. the brownies are done I’ll be back dad”. your father nodded and watched as you scurries up the stairs from the basement. you hurriedly grabbed the glove and opened the oven. you blew at the stove and coughed a bit. as you pulled the tray you were pleasantly surprised.

as you placed the tray on the counter something caught your eye. you opened the sliding door to your backyard and smiled. minju.. a few years ago your dad’s observations became actually interesting. with star 382 or minju to make it easier appeared. as the days went on she got brighter. your dad found it silly you gave the Star a gender and name but, let it happened since it meant you actually cared about his discovery’s.

ever since the big fight of 2008 you and your dad hadn’t been in good terms. after the big fight between your mom and dad at four you joined your moms side casting away your dad to the dark shadows of his basement. you and your mom moved away and you hadn’t had contact with your dad in nineteen years. but suddenly your mom cared for you to have a connection with your dad.

this just resulted in you like you are doing right now star gazing while your dad wasted the summer in his basement ‘observing things’. staring at the stars now you wish you could one yourself. maybe then your dad would actually pay attention to you.

you blinked twice.. a shooting star. as you payed down flat on your back your crossed your legs ever so slightly and intertwined your hands together to wish. ‘please get me out of this shit shack.. or atleast give me something interesting to do..’ as you finally opened your eyes they widened.

the star was shooting down.. straight at you ! your mouth ajar, you stunned you just shut our eyes and hoped for the best.

“oof!”

poke poke

you slowly opened your eyes and tries to jump up. to no avail.. you rubbed your eyes. you straightened up and the girl was still on your lap. she examined your face and then poked it again.

poke

poke poke

po-

“would you stop that ! “. the girl blinked twice and stared at your lips.

“w.. what.. what stop?”

“poking me ! “. as you pointed to your self the girl giggled. pinching your cheek.

“language you speak is very funny ! “

“what.. who..”. the girl bit her lip and smiled. she looked back from you and the sky and then took a deep breath.

“im an alien ! my name is.. is minju ! you gave it to me ! I think it’s really pretty !”. as the girl stopped her first sentence she smiled realizing you understood her. she got better as she rambled on. from what you could get she was a.. star girl? her planet went.. boom.. and she was sent out as a star.. she was sleeping for two years before a signal your father sent woke her up and now she finally came down.

“ok.. but why are you.. not like..”

“I wanted to blend in..”. minju smiled. she was wearing a dark denim skirt, a long sleeves white shirt and two twin pigtails.

“looks like you forgot shoes”. you pointed to the girls feet and she sighed.

“I had like five minutes.. then seconds to plan this”. five days.. was five minutes..

“what was that?”

“oh nothing we should..”

“y/n ! “. you and minju’s eyes dashed to your distraught father. now your sitting on your couch with minju cuddled up beside you. your dad sat on the floor scratching his head. your eyes turned to minju. she was would be suffocating your right arm if it could breath.

“let’s.. let’s just get you two to bed..”. your dad ushered you and minju to your room, but as you approached your room you stopped.

“please get some sleep dad..”. your dad nodded, but sighed and smiled as your saw your worried expression.

“yes yes.. just go to bed dear”. you nodded and got your bed ready. click

“I don’t like that human”. you chuckled.

“you and me both..”. as you got settled in your bed you felt a dip in your bed. looking on the floor to the make shift bed you made you sighed and smiled at minju.

“so how.. do you sleep?”. you laughed and then quickly ran through the basics of being a human. minju just nodded along and followed your lead as you both went to sleep.

[day 1019, observation 53]

yawn you rubbed your eyes, maybe it was just a dre-

“good morning love !”. not a dream then.

“love?”

“that’s what she calls her friend in this book of yours!”. you hurriedly got up and grabbed the romance book.

“that’s not..”

“what’s wrong love? I quite like it.. since I don’t know your name is pretty good for a fill in”

“it’s y/n”. minju nodded.

“loves it much better”. you cracked a smile and grabbed both of the girls hands.

“my dad should be up”. you saw minju’s chest rise faster.

“he’s not bad I promise.. you don’t even have to talk to him just sit down and he will.. just help you ok”. minju nodded and then gave you a kiss on the cheek and then left your room. and hour later you left your room ready for the day.

“your still wearing the same thing?”

“oh I took a shower! it only took three milliseconds!”. minju patted the seat next to her and then one finger each side of her temples.

a bowl flew from your cupboard, a spoon from a draw and a ceral box opened. the girl poured some milk and the ceral and smiled as the spoon dropped in the bowl. you jumped. your father jumped from behind the counter smiling.

“she’s our own little matilda!”

“you were right love, father is very nice!”

your has quirked his head and your shakes yours. he nodded and placed some money in the middle of you two.

“I’m going to be busy updating my notes.. you two go out and.. have fun.. but also test minju y/n! “. before your could opens your mouth your dad had ran to his basement.

“arcade”

“what?”

“arcade!”. minju pointed to the space arcade on the ceral box and now you were somehow in one waiting in line.

“you know we could have just stay-“

“two badges please!”. the tired teen age boy handed the badges to you and minju, and minju dragged you to a claw machine.

“is that what you think I look like?”. minju clipped the badge to you skirt pocket and to her’s, and then pointed to the alien girl toy in the machine.

“ya..”

“well we don’t call look like that.. anyways win me it please!”. in the span of two hours you spent all of the coins your dad gave you and your legs felt like jelly.

“you hungry?”

“no I actually make my-“

“well I am”. you grabbed minju’s hand and walked over to the arcades small restaurant. as you were seated minju ran to sit in the booth. you ordered to slices of pizza and a drink and minju looked around star struck.

“father was right this world is very weird”

“I know right”. minju’s eyes darted to yours.

“but your very pretty”. your eyes darted to the table.

“you sure your pretty isn’t different from o-“

“no you very much look like the beauty standard”. minju put her face in your field of view. the food had arrived.

“so what next?”

[day 1020, observation 53]

“ahh ! that.. snort tickles !”. you giggled as bubbles of glitter left minju’s mouth.

[day 1025, observation 58]

“I am not sick !”

“minju your green ! just eat the medicine father made !”

“NO !”

[day 1032, observation 65]

“how is it glowing like that father?”

“well there is a thing called a projecter and it-“

“dad just watch the movie !”

“but it was getting interesting !”

[day 1068, observation 80]

“I like this style thought !”

“you look like a marchine”

“I do not !”

[day 1072, observation 99]

as the days.. turned into weeks.. into months you and minju got closer. physically because she had discovered was ‘cuddling’ was and she loved it, and emotionally through seasons of sad shows and popcorn. minju was reading one of your books and learned what prom was and needed to have one. so here you were applying lipstick for what felt like the 50th time.

“don’t like it if this time”

“but it taste like cherry’s love..”. as minju pouted you messily tried to fix your hair.

“let me help!”. minju jolted up and helped you. as you went to turn around when she was done you were pushed to look forward.

“what-“. you felt a cold sensation on your neck.

“it’s pretty right..”. as you turned around your eyes darted to minju’s neck. a big silver heart with big silver sphere’s supporting it we’re on the girl’s neck. with out a second to waste minju moved you to your mirror.

“it’s pretty right..?”

“defiantly”. as you stated at the necklace you felt a kiss on your cheek.

“pretty girls get pretty gifts”. minju winked at you as nudged her back. you eventually told minju her use of the word love and cheek kisses weren’t normal but she didn’t care. she actually just got bolder with them. from kisses on the cheek to the neck.. from incorrect usage of love to the tilting of your chin upwards to ‘what’s wrong love?”.

you had gotten really close to the star girl..

“girls it’s ready!”. you felt your hand pulled out your room to the backyard.

“wow mr. d this looks so cool !”. during a sad episode of on of your beloved series, minju went to the basement and the next day started calling your dad ‘mr.d’.

there were star shaped lights all over, balloons, glitter and a phone blasting some jaz song.

“now I’ll leave you two teens to your prom!”. your dad winked but you didn’t catch it.

“would you give me this dance..?”. you giggled as minju bowed lending her hand to you.

“ofcourse”. you giggled as you both swayed to the music. minju’s eyes darted from your’s to the floor.

“so this is why you wouldn’t let me into the basement..”. minju nodded and pulled you closer.

“love..”

“yes?”

“why do you think I started calling mr. d, mr. d instead of father?”. you shrugged.

“I never wanted to be your sister after he explained what me calling him that meant”. you but your lip. you didn’t like where this was going.

“why do you think I cling to you?”. you shrugged.

“I’m the only human you know.. other than my dad?”

“No..”. minju stopped dancing.

“why do I sleep in the same bed as you..? get so scared when you get hurt..? hate when you leave me alone..?”

“I-“

“I like you.. like a lot.. not cause your the only other human I know.. but because I actually like you.. I have read a lot of books since I’ve landed.. so I know I’m sure”. your hands dropped from minju’s neck and so did her’s from your waist.

“I.. I… like you too.. I just didn’t want to say it and then the next day you would be beamed home”. minju laughed.

“I would never leave you”. you felt her hands snake around your waist. yours went to her neck.

“love”. with that your heard fireworks. the stars for brighter and you both got closer. as minju kissed you, you shouldn’t help but smile. your little star girl was all yours.

[day 1073, observation 100]

[chiasparks]

a soldier’s wishing star

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ship: bucky barnes x oc

word count: 4.6k

author’s note: i had the pleasure of writing this for a friend’s oc! a bit of lore, her name is stella, and she was born out of a dying child’s wish. upon completion, her existence is threatened, as the universe sees no reason for her to stay. should she stay for her lover, or go through with her duty? spicy conflict 😛 if you have any questions, feel free to comment, and im sure she’ll answer any questions you might have! i had so much fun writing this, especially with my ex texting me, as that was a main motivator 🥰 without further ado, enjoy! (ps, italicized passages are flashbacks :) )

just for you, @vevanine <3

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it had been five years since he lost her; five years since his whole world ended, while the outside one moved on; five years since all that remained from her memory was a small wooden token. as he sat on his balcony, his thumb ran over the familiar grainy grooves of his star, a wishing star left by the one he loved. it was selfish, really- the way he resented the fact she sacrificed herself. his star. his wishing star.

when she died, or, rather, her body died, she exploded into a burst of light, a flash of small stars appearing everywhere. the explosion burned those who were close to her body. stars scratched his skin, branding imprints onto it; a faint reminder of the fact that she was real, she existed. her last breaths were spent explaining that to bring her back, the avengers needed to wish on their respective star, and she would appear. everyone took a vow to not use their star until absolutely necessary, due to the fact that it was a single use wish. it had been like that for years; steve was gone, tony was gone, nat was gone, thor was off planet, and everyone who had ever fought alongside her moved on- except him. it seems as if the world was wiped clean of her memory, as if all that she had given was small enough to be shrugged off. he resented that. he resented the world, the stars, the fact that she had to die.

he never failed to talk to her, though. every night, before going to sleep- that is, if he was able to get some- he would walk outside. regardless of the weather, he would sit out on his balcony, look up at the sky, and just speak. sometimes it was long paragraphs, other times it was a heavy sigh. he closed his eyes, opened his heart, and spoke.

———

on a calm and quiet evening, stella and bucky were stargazing. she knew the constellations like the back of her hand, and although he didn’t know much of what she was talking about, he always listened. on this particular evening, she seemed troubled. her sentences were short, her breath was long and calculated. as she laid next to him, she held his hand and ran her thumb across his knuckles. his hands were calloused, which upset her so. she could visualize the amount of pain needed to cause such hardened hands, and even if he never spoke of it, she knew a part of him still felt the wounds as if they were fresh. trying to get her mind out of dark thoughts, she asked him a question, interrupting the comfortable silence between them.

“do you ever think that the stars could listen?”

he took a minute to ponder her rather juvenile question.

“in what way?” he played along. she sensed he was teasing her, so she pinched his side.

“i’m being serious. do you think they look at us and, i don’t know…do something?” he paused.

“like…as if we’re their toys in a little sandbox?”

“yes.” he took a beat. he didn’t think it was all predetermined by a higher being, or rather, beings, but he did like to think there was someone up there.

“i’m sure they can listen. i don’t know if they choose to intervene, though.”

“hmm.” she hummed in response. she seemed to accept his answer, which eased him.

“if i ever become a star, i’d make sure to always listen to you.”

“doll, if you were a star, i think you would be too busy being light years away.”

“ha ha, bucky barnes.” she giggled, and leaned her head on his shoulder. it seemed like a memorized routine, a natural, comfortable one. many morning were spent gazing into each others eyes, many breakfasts spent over some silly conversation topic. though he was a man out of time, and she was, well, outside of time, it seemed only natural that it was meant to be. he held on to her smooth hands, baby soft compared to his rough hands. it calmed him to realize she didn’t experience what he has, and he felt like it was his duty to keep it that way.

suddenly, she sat up. her hand rushed to her forehead, and she winced. worried, he sat up and cradled her head.

“stardust, are you alright?” the nickname never failed to bring a smile to her face, a little pun about her origin.

“yes, i-“ she winced again. she curled up closer to his chest, as if to anchor herself from unknown pain. her hands were turning cold, seemingly out of nowhere. alarmed, he shook her from her trance. her eyes snapped back to focus on him, her eyebrows knitted in worry.

“talk to me.” he sounded scared, his usual reserved tone thrown out the window.

“it was…the council.” the council of all that was, all that had been, and all that will be. the council that put her there, the very same council that wants her out.

“no, stella. please, did you tell them no?” she wistfully smiled at him, knowing exactly what he was referring to. their time together had a limit, and that limit was approaching fast.

“my dear sargent, let’s not focus on what lies ahead.” small tears pricked at her eyes, and he tenderly wiped them away, careful not to mess with her makeup. he noticed the strap of her dress was falling, so he tentatively curled his fingers around it and fixed it for her. she hummed, a little surprised at the intimacy of his actions, and grabbed his hand. she placed a gentle kiss on it, leaving a small star impression, which glowed for a moment or two, then disappeared.

“i love it when you do that.” he smiled, his soft voice giving her butterflies.

“i don’t know what you mean.” she teased back, peppering more kisses on his hands.

———

he lost track of time. he didn’t often fall asleep outside, let alone when it’s cold. however, on this particular night, he just couldn’t bear anything. he stared at his little wooden star, his small reminder that he lost the love oh his life. angrily, he gripped the star with white knuckles, hoping to do something. break it? he wasn’t sure, all he knew is that whatever he was doing, it was working to alíviate the resentment. after he exhausted himself due to his anger, he sat down on his balcony and sighed. he leaned on his knees, blocking himself to the sights and sounds of his city.

“please…” he whispered to anybody who would listen. the star in his hand started glowing, eagerly listening to his words.

“please. i miss you.”

the star dissolved into little particles, similar to sand. he watched it slip through his hands, both metal and flesh, and watched as the only remnant of her existent fell through the rails of the fire escape. he blinked a couple times, incredulous of the fact that he just lost her, again. he waited for something to happen, he knew how much the universe loved its theatrics, but nothing happened. the sky didn’t light up, the ground didn’t shake, the stars didn’t speak. instead, he felt as if they were laughing at him.

———

after completing her glorious purpose, she grew ill, extremely ill; the kind of illness you can’t simply come back from. her body rejected food, rejected sleep, rejected the ability to stay alive. he spent every waking hour by her side, telling her about some new mission steve was embarking on, or some new recipe vision was attempting to create. he spoke and spoke about anything and everything, hoping the small increments of his life would increase hers.

in nature, the death of a star is called a supernova. supernovas are massive explosions that can outshine an entire galaxy, releasing a massive of energy and elements to space. his star, his beautiful stella, was dying in front of him- and there was nothing he could do about it.

the day came in which he realized she would not see another. she smiled to him, accepting her fate. she called upon to those who could attend, and explained what would happen after her parting. she advised them to leave her to die alone, for risk of harming them when she would pass on. of course, they didn’t oblige, which she was grateful for. it felt like time stood still when she was taking her last breaths, a smile gracing her tired features.

“ill be seeing you.” she said, a recall to one of their favorite songs.

suddenly, her body began to glow as she started to dissipate, her skin burning those who touched her. small stars started to shoot out, fizzing out on impact with the sterile, cold air. they hurt like crazy when touched, but he didn’t dare move from her side. the small stars cut his skin, leaving scars in their wake. he didn’t budge.

eventually, it all stopped. her bed was left empty, the imprint of her body still heavy on the sheets. all was gone, except for seven wooden stars and a note. the note read instructions on how to use the wishing stars, emphasizing that they were single use. he felt robbed.

“ill be seeing you, doll.”

———

frustrated, he walked inside his apartment. he shook his head, attempting to remove the foul memory of her death away. hot angry tears fell down his cheeks, but he didn’t care to supress them. he grabbed his coat, a pack of cigarettes, his house keys, and started walking out of his home, but not before giving a kiss goodbye to alpine, and telling her to guard the house. he walked and walked, reaching a small park a couple blocks away. he didn’t care to stop, but he knew he couldn’t walk too far from his home. with a heavy sigh, he sat on a bench. it was completely dark, aside from one dim lamp softly lighting the trees next to him. the small shadows cast on by the leaves left him focused on the pattern on the ground. he had stopped crying, but the pit in his stomach stayed. as if it had been ingrained into his muscle memory, he took out a cigarette and lit it. a small puff of smoke surrounded him, and he closed his eyes, lost in the trance of his poison of choice. he sucked in a breath, being mindful of the weight of the cigarette in his hand. he scanned his fingers, noting how the small scars of the stars left by her death were fading. he was gearing up to take another drag, when a small voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

“i never liked when you did that.” it was her voice, this he knew. however, as he frantically looked around, he couldn’t see her. bucky didn’t get hallucinations, but it felt that there was no other explanation for this.

“what’s it to you? you know it has no effect.” he softly spoke, scared to scare away the auditory illusion.

———

on a lazy afternoon, sometime in spring, she brought up the elephant in the room again. they were on his couch, her head leaning on his shoulder as they “watched” some random black and white movie. in reality, she was thinking very deeply about the near future, and he was thinking about her. he always thought about her, the way she felt under his touch, the way her eyes were so entrancing, the way her melodious voice could make anything sound interesting. he flippantly palmed a cigarette from the nearby table, and felt her stir as she heard the sparks from the lighter. she rarely hid her emotions, and this time was no different. her face turned into a soft frown, her delicate features turning slightly disappointed at his actions.

“i don’t like when you do that.” she spoke as he took a drag of his cigarette. of course, he thought she was talking about his smoking habits. she was, yes- but there was something else on her mind.

“star face, you know it has no effect on me.” he spoke as if his words were dancing out of his mouth, his face with a teasing expression. she rolled her eyes, but didn’t smile. his flirtatious attitude simmered, and he treaded carefully.

“stella?” there was a tension in the air. they both knew they weren’t talking about the cigarette.

“no.” she replied, firmly. he scoffed, and starting speaking.

“you promised we wouldn’t talk about it, so forgive me for thinking you were just talking about this-“ he started while motioning to the cigarette in hand, his tone trailing the thin line between frustration and betrayal.

“you have no right to judge me when you know- you know, what i have to do.”

“what if you don’t have to? what if-“

“you know there’s no other way. it’s my-“

“don’t you dare say duty. don’t say that word.” they spoke over one another, the pent up frustration over months of staying silent about this conversation suddenly bursting through their words.

“but it is.”

“there it is. you can’t force yourself to go through with this, you know. your life matters too.”

“more than everyone else’s?” he groaned as those words left her mouth. he knew there was no right way to answer that question.

“and what if i said yes? would that be so bad?”

“bucky, i can’t. it’s my duty, my obligation-“ she spoke with determination, but she knew that this decision would hurt both of them.

“am i selfish for wanting you to stay?” she clenched her jaw as he admitted his vulnerability.

“you’re not. i just…” she paused. she took a deep breath, recollecting herself.

“you and steve would say something to each other, correct?” he pressed his lips together, knowing what she was going to say next.

“i’ll be with you till the end of the line. right?” she continued as he stayed silent. he closed his eyes. he can’t hold it against her, it’s her whole reason of being alive. her ultimate sacrifice would mean the survival for everyone, including him.

“bucky, what if this-“

“don’t.” he interrupted quietly. he held her face, leaning his forehead against hers.

“please.” he begged, resigned.

“what if this is it? what if this is the end of the line?” she whispered, a small but noticeable quiver in her voice.

“you have no right to leave me, star.” there was no venom in his words, just defeat.

“you have no right to hinder my mission, soldier.” she smiled softly at him, their salty tears mixing together and staining her shirt, the damp material clinging to her skin.

“you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he scoffed, a smile encroaching his face as well. he ran his fingers through her hair, and ran his thumb across her cheek as she leaned into his touch.

“you never fail to remind me.”

———

his tired eyes scanned his surroundings once again, trying to make her figure out of the darkness. he put out the cigarette butt with the palm of his metal hand, the hiss of the hot filter meeting the cold metal surrounding the space.

“doll, you said you’d always listen to me.”

“darling, i have been.”

he leaned his head back to the metal frame of the bench. with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, he gently parted his lips. he exhaled a sigh, shaking his head slightly.

“you’re not real.” he managed to whisper.

“excuse me?”

“i said…” he started, opening his eyes and standing up.

“you’re not-“ he locked eyes with her. she was standing there, she was actually, genuinely, 100% there.

“real.” he added the last part in a hushed tone, his breath hitched as he took her sight in.

———

nights were spent in close proximity, usually with her curled up on top of him. without fail, he would caress her hair until she fell asleep, which never took too long. one summer night in particular was different.

he was humming to some lost melody of his past, and she was tracing the metal plates of his arm.

“darling?” she interrupted the comfortable silence. her voice was like honey to him, and his heart melted at her delicate tone.

“yes, my dear?” he let her get comfortable as she sat up, letting her hands guide his to her waist as she sat on his lap.

“when were you planning on telling me?” he blinked once, then twice. he tilted his head slightly, his parted lips showing that he was thinking over what she said.

“im sorry?”

“i was cleaning your desk today, and there was a box tucked away- terribly, might i add- in a corner.” he chuckled sheepishly at her dig of his hiding habits.

“did you…open it?” she shook her head.

“you know what’s in it.” he added, in a matter of factly tone.

“i do.”

“you weren’t supposed to see it, doll.”

“i know.” she smiled, pushing the strands of hair away from his face, his pink tinted cheeks growing warmer by the second.

“i didn’t want to scare you off…” he trailed as his eyes darted to the side.

“you wouldn’t. how long…how long have you known?”

“known?”

“that you were- um, ready.” he noticed a twing of nervousness in her voice.

“a month. or, maybe more. ive had the ring for a while.” he admitted, gaining enough courage to meet her eyes.

“right.”

“you?”

she took a moment to answer.

“a while.” she breathlessly chuckled as he took her hand, tracing her lines, her scars, and her palm.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered sweetly, placing a kiss on her hand.

“i was waiting for you to catch up.”

“right.” he chuckled as well. of course she wouldn’t make her sentiments known, she always left little clues as to what was on her mind. occasionally, it seemed as if she spoke in riddles, and he spent hours trying to piece her puzzle together.

“what now?” he locked eyes with her and asked. her cheeks were also tinted with a red hue, but she looked like she was glowing. everything about her was effervescent: her smile, her eyes, her hair. even in days where she was tired and clothed in old t-shirts, he still felt butterflies in his stomach when she would look his way.

“i think…and this is just a hunch-“ she giggled as he rolled his eyes. “i think you have to ask now.”

he took her sight in. his brain couldn’t possibly understand that someone loves him, like genuinely cares and appreciates him the way he always hoped for.

“stella…”

“yes?”

“is this real?”

———

he was frozen. the love of his life was in front of him, flesh and blood, star matter and star dust, and he was there, standing like an idiot. his breath quickened, and he dared not move, in case his hallucinations grew strong enough to become visual. she tentatively took a step forward, careful not to scare him off.

“bucky, i-“

she was cut off by him engulfing her in an overwhelming hug. sobs struck his body, and his legs gave up. he kneeled in front of her, not caring that he might be hugging her too hard.

“i didn’t- i thought- stella? i thought i would never see you again.” he managed to say through broken cries.

she hugged him back. of course, she hugged him back. five years she spent looking after him, looking after the sobs that filled the night, listening to his wants, his pains, his joys. she would respond, but he couldn’t listen to her voice. she would hold him, but he couldn’t feel her touch. occasionally, she would sing to him, songs of memories long ago. she was there, and he could touch her. she was there, and he could hear her. she was there, and he could breathe her in.

“i told you, sarg. i’d-“ she attempted to speak, but her own cries muffled her voice against his neck. “i said i’d be seeing you.”

———

bucky never wanted children. he felt that there were enough super soldiers in the world, and he didn’t want to risk adding to that population with his offspring. however, he couldn’t lie that there was a small feeling in the back of his mind when seeing fathers with their kids. he couldn’t brush off the daydream when looking at small baby clothes at a store, or seeing a mom pushing a stroller at the park. he never voiced his thoughts out loud, thinking that this topic was too…much. it wasn’t until him and stella were in bed one night that he brought up the notion.

“would you ever want-“

“kids?” she interrupted him, reading his face like a book.

“how did you know?”

“i may not be able to read your mind, bucky, but i can see the way you look at babies.” he hummed. maybe he wasn’t as good at hiding his emotions as he thought.

“well?”

“im unsure if i can have them.” she admitted. despite how serious the topic was, they seemed to be very casual in conversation.

“because…you’re a-“

“star.” she finished his sentence with him. despite her very human look, touch, and feel, she was very much not one. she chuckled a bit at the absurdity of how that sounded.

“i’m sure that i can get…you know, but i don’t know if i can…you know. carry it to term, or whatever.” she motioned as she spoke, her hands hovering over her stomach.

“i see.” he added. there was that, nothing else to add. he mentally shut that file and shoved it deep in his mind.

“do you resent that?” she asked, with a very neutral face. because of who they were, their conversations never danced around feelings, and they spoke very forward. he was grateful for this, because it seemed that they couldn’t take things the wrong way.

“pardon?”

“do you resent the fact that i can’t get…you know?” she blinked, her head tilted to her side. he noticed her eyebrows were furrowed ever so slightly.

“no, i don’t. and i mean, even if you could, i’m not sure the fetus could withstand the super soldier DNA.” he thought methodically. their terminology felt very clinical, but it seemed only appropriate.

“true, i didn’t even think of that.”

“so you have thought about it?”

“well, of course. it seemed like the natural next step.”

“mmm.” he hummed in acknowledgement. his hands naturally fell to the crook of her neck, where some strands of hair laid. he gently moved them, and started massaging that sweet spot close to her throat, noting how delicate she felt.

“if we could have them, though, i would love to have named one cass, or cassie.”

“after the constellation?”

“you know me so well.” she giggled, as he continued massaging her shoulder. she hummed in content, orienting herself close to him.

“i haven’t even thought of names, really.”

“just about having them?”

“yeah. i’m sure i would’ve just named one of them after steve.”

“one of them? how many were you thinking of having?” she chuckled, feeling grateful that this conversation was lighthearted, despite the deep sadness of not being able to have little ones.

“don’t judge?” he asked in a small voice, a smile overtaking his face as well.

“never.”

“maybe seven.”

“good lord-“ she exclaimed, smiling as he laughed gently.

“or six, you know. can’t have them getting lonely. plus if they got bullied in school, they have backup.”

“and you would know a lot about that.”

“yes, actually.” his face turned serious, which in turn, made her laugh harder. “if you thought steve needed backup, shit, i needed backup! you think it’s easy protecting some wimpy kid?”

“oh, my.” she grinned at him, taking his sight in. he was a gentle man, and a gentler lover.

“but since we can’t have them, at least we won’t have to worry about them getting beat up.”

“true.” she added, noting how there was some sadness behind his eyes.

“so…” he trailed off.

“we can get a cat.” she stated softly, taking his hand off of her shoulder and holding it. his eyes lit up.

“a cat?”

“sure! you mentioned you had a couple growing up, we can get one. or two, or-“

“seven.” he finished, chuckling with her.

“maybe just one.” she smiled, closing the space between them with a tender kiss.

———

she sat next to him on the bench. she hadn’t aged a single day, and her locks of hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, as if she was a painting of who she used to be.

“your hair is long.” she spoke, a sad smile appearing as she ran her fingers through his hair. he hadn’t been keeping up with his appearance, and he knew he looked a bit rough. however, he knew that she liked his hair long, so for years, he kept it that way.

“it is. yours isn’t.” he replied, star struck with the fact he could talk to her and have her respond in real time, in real life, in front of him.

“and i see you’ve kept the beard. you look so grown up.” she chuckled slightly, running a finger across his jaw, feeling the prickly hair tickle her.

“doll, how…how?” he interrupted her small talk.

“i don’t know. i’m just, here.” she stared wistfully at him.

“are you real?” he stared at her incredulous. there was a chance that he actually went completely off the rails, and his hallucinations grew stronger. she smiled softly.

“oh, my sargent.” she exclaimed softly, embracing him once more.

“i don’t know how long i have left.” his heart sank as she spoke.

“wait, you’re leaving again?”

“i don’t…i don’t know. i just got here, and-“

“i thought you could stay.” he added, defeatedly. she took a deep breath.

“just for tonight.” she smiled mournfully, meeting the eyes of her lover.

“and when i wake?”

———

bucky couldn’t sleep most nights. wether it be for the nightmares, or the fact that he thought that if he fell asleep and woke up, everything he had ever loved would be gone, and he would have lost 100 more years. as he stirred, she woke up.

“buck? are you alright?” sheepishly, he nodded, a bit embarrassed that he caused her to wake up.

“yeah, i just-“ he was interrupted by her wiping away a tear.

“you’re crying.”

“oh. i guess, i was. i’m sorry.” he said softly, his eyebrows furrowing. he didn’t realize he was crying, and he cleared his throat.

“nonsense. maybe it was a bad dream.”

“maybe.”

“you have a lot of bad dreams.” she wasn’t asking, merely stating. her bluntness humored him a bit, and he smiled.

“i do.”

“if you have one, i’ll make sure to wake you.”

“right. thank you, sweets.” she nodded and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

“and…” he started.

“and?” she repeated.

“and when i wake?”

———

“and when you wake, i’ll be here.” she smiled fondly, taking his hand, and placing it on her chest.

“i’ll always be here.”

[pettal00beaine]

Detention - Snape x inocent!reader smut

reader is described as a female, and is in hufflepuff

a/n- idk what possesed me to write this but this is so dirtly yall, im thinking abb turning this into a series but idk. Also its my second post thats an actual fanfic, so hope yall enjoy

MINORS DNI

(Y/n)  (L/n) was discribed as a inocent, kind and soft girl. She had (h/c) hair that ran along her pretty face, (e/c) piercing eyes and a curved, bouncy and round body every boy wanted to touch. Even though she doesn't even know that boys have genitals.

She wasn't given the talk when she was younger and for certain she was discribed as a sparkly ray of sunshine at all Hogwarts. She was a Hufflepuff and was excellent in many classes, greatest being Herbology. 

She was often praised a lot from proffesors. She was the one who earned Hufflepuff many points through the years. But there was one class she wasn't a fan of.

Potions. Lead by non other than Proffesor Severus Snape. He never spoke about the girl, but was strict to her at times when she got a few measurements wrong in her potion. One time instead of healing a frog she turned it into a pigeon. Nobody was really surprised though, her patronum was a pigeon after all.

 But aside from some little incident there weren't tragic mistakes she had made. Until today at class. They were supposed to be making Amortentia, a very powerful potion. But with one slight bump of her classmate she managed to add half a bottle of peppermint oil into the mix resulting in her desk being flooded by the messy jelly like substance. And with one glare from Snape she knew what was going to go down . 

"Five points from Hufflepuff. Miss Glitheard you have detention here later today., at the end of all your classes. Everyone stop experimenting, Miss (L/n) clean this mess up." And with a sigh that left her mouth she begun cleaning the mess. With her head down for the rest of the day she completed all her classes and went to change her robe before going to her second detention at Hogwarts. 

The first one was in Astronomy when she broke a crystal ball. But she just had to clean the whole class of dust and that was it. Plus Ms. Sinistra added five points to Hufflepuff for her hard work. But she didnt know what Snape was like. With one final deep breath she opened the large door of the potions classroom. 

There sat Snape right in the front of the classroom writing onto some papers. He looks up and says: " Oh Miss (L/n) you finally appeared go on and sit down , and dont make a peep." She sat in the way back and put her bag onto the table. After about five minutes she felt bored and started to get pretty tired so she laid her head onto the desk letting herself dream into her sweet dreams of candy. 

(Snape's point of view)

I finished signing all of my paper on grading the fifth year students. And looked up to spot Miss Glitcheard quietly sleeping on the desk. I started to get mad at her actions and took my wand with me and started walking to her desk. I stood there before slamming my wand against the end of the desk letting little sparks fly out of the end. She got startled and fell to her knees right in front of me and looked me straight into the eyes.

I couldn't help but feel excited. "Oh my Merlin im so so sorry Professor Snape!" She quickly tried to get back onto the chair but i pushed her down with my right hand. " W-what ar-are you doing P-proffesore?" she asked as she looked at me inocently and blushed a deep red color. She wasn't lying she really didnt know what was about to happen.

 " Do not move a muscle." At that she sat still as i walked to the door, i pointed my wand at the doorknob and in a deep voice said: "Colloportus." 

With that i turned around to look at her looking at me. I slowly walked over to her as she turned her hair to look at the floor. I moved my wand across her jawli and moved her head up to look at me. "Proffesor my knees hurt, can i please sit on the chair?" 

"No. You are to remain here until i say so and until im satisfied." I said as i tapped my wand against her small but plump lips." Do you know what mens genitals are called Miss (Y/n)? Hmm?"

 "N-no sir i dont i swear. My mama said thats not good. So i dont know." 

She's telling the truth. This is going to be fun, a smirk is already forming onto my face as i look at her eyes. " You can sit down now." She obeyed as she sat down, i quickly made my way over and sat beside her. I started stroking her thigh and rubbing her robe.

"Its a little hot in here isn't it Miss?" 

" A bit." She said. 

I started taking of my robe revealing the pants and pullover that i had underneath. "Why dont you get comfortable yourself Miss?" She looked at me shily before removing her robe reveilng the sweater, tie and dress shirt. Her skirt was relatively short, i could see her chubby thighs. On the were the cutest pair of thigh highs i had ever seen. They were thick considering it was chilly outside and had adorable little pumpkins on them. I could just take them off one by one. But ill be patient. "Tell me Miss do you know what an erection is?" She shakes her head no.

 "Well, an erection is a hardened male genital or so called penis. Its caused by a male getting aroused by sexual tention." She lisened carefully as i suggested: " Would you like to try giving me an erection Miss.?" She looked shoked, she started getting teary eyed and shed a few tears. I cupped her cheeks and wiped away the tears.

" Oh Miss im sorry, whats wrong? " She looks at me with a quivering lip, "Momma said thats for bad people i dont wanna be a bad person mama will be sad." " Oh no deary its only bad if its forced but you want this, dont you Miss Glitcheard?" she looks patheticaly at the ground as i sense her thinking, maybe some old giving in will do the trick. 

I lean in close to her ear as i wispered:" Not even if i give some pathetic points to hufflepuff? Hmm? Wouldn't you like that little Miss?" And at that she looks at me and with a frown quickly nods her head." Alright then,lets get started. Get down on your knees infront of me." 

She obeys my orders as i move the chair to the side. She sits right in front of my legs. I started to move down the zipper on my pants revealing my white boxers. I slowly reach my hand into them as i take my huge cock out. She looks at it with wonder her eyes growing larger .

 "Its already half erect and leaking precum. Go on and put it into your hands Miss." She then slowly took it into her soft hands and squeezed it a little bit."Oh my Merlin that feels soo good. You see those ball like testicles under? You need to squeeze them gently." As she reaches down i cant help but feel excited, than i saw that my cock had twitched now fully hard.

She looked at it in surprise before slowly squeezing my heavy balls. It felt like i was in heaven. But i knew what would make it even better. " Do you see that mushroom shape? I want you to put it in your mouth." 

She looked at me so innocently as she opened her mouth, slowly taking in my tip. As she started to suck on it like a lollipop, it felt as if i was in heaven. I then pushed her head further as i heard her gag and choke, i looked right into her eyes as i saw tears flowing onto her cheeks. 

I tried to reach out to wipe them away as she started to gurgle and tap my thighs violently. I let her go to breath air as she started caughing. After a few seconds i took her back onto my cock, this time i felt i was close so i started to pound into her mouth. 

My balls slapped away on her jaw as she choked. "It'll be over soon i promise, just a few seconds more." I saw her eyes roll back into her head. She looked so fucking hot like that. I soon aproched my goal and for the last time i held her head down to my pubes. 

Her hands violently hit my thighs and her eyes had closed, knowing she was going to pass out i pulled out. I closed her mouth with my hand as i said: "I want you to swallow it all, or else you get punished." She shook her head no and moved back, as soon as my hand left her face she spitted out my jizz leading to a few coughs. 

She looked at me sadly as i just looked at her with slight anger for spitting my load out. " Im sorry i couldn't do it, it was too yucky and salty." "You think that its disgusting huh?" She shook her head yes. "You really are spoiled rotten. You think you can just spit it out like that huh? It takes time for me to make it happen you know. Do you understand that?"

She looked at me with eyes blowing with tears.

" Y-yes i do. Please dont punish me i wanna be a good girl, not a bad one. Am i a good girl sir, am i?" Her lip wobbled as she said that. " Right now your a really bad girl. You wasted what i gave you. And you will get punished. Now bend over the desk." She shook as she got onto her legs and took a few steps, she laid onto her stomach on the table. 

I put my cock back into my pants and walked behind her. I put my hand onto her hips as she shook a bit, trying to look over her shoulder. I then put a hand under her skirt and took it off with one swift motion along with her underwear.

 I kept her thigh highs on though, she looked so hot in them. I then took my wand into my hands and said ill give 10 spanks to your pussy, you will count each one, if you miss one i will start again. Understood?" 

"Yes i undertand sir." She said cutely.

I then so sudenly bought the wand down to her right cheek, making her jump in suprise.

"One!" She yelped. I made sure the second smack was a little more near her cunt.

"Two!" She yelped yet again. I had a smirk on my face as i continued the abuse on her cheeks. 

On the last slap she was crying so beautifuly, while i was rubbing her wery sore cheeks so it would hopefuly relieve some of the pain.

"You were good my sweet little dove, you deserve a reward dont you now? How about 30 points to hufflepuff? Hmm, would you like that?"

"Yes thank you Proffesor!" She said with a cute smile, as always.

"How about i bring us some tea darling, would it make you feel any better?"

"Yes Proffesore, with honey please!"

"Of course sweetheart." Oh how i love her.

[velvetjune]

Alan Wake 2 Lake House DLC spoilers/review (also spoilers for Control):

Had a lot of fun with this DLC! It’s short (unfortunately expected this), but sweet, although I wish I didn’t watch the trailer for it. It would’ve been amazing experiencing this with no knowledge. As a massive Control fan, I was practically thriving off of all the reading and FBC style. I have some sympathy for fans of Alan Wake who might hate Control, but these games are far more than a crossover by now and moving forward. I can see how this wouldn’t work for people who dislike that.

Personally, Remedy has done well at connecting their stories without it clashing! The AWE dlc for Control was a mixed bag for me, mostly because the story wasn’t really there and the darkness mechanics were bland. This could be because I’m very biased towards Control, but this was a great example of how to merge the settings and traits of both games in an interesting way.

The marital and mad scientist drama was terrible in the best way. I was dying every time one of the Marmonts was “hmmm Wake says we’re going to die horrifically and become monsters, but im personally better than that.”

DR DARLING… <3 He should’ve had more appearances </3

After all the deserved hate directed at AI and producing content rather than art, it was heartwarming to see promotion for Poe. I don’t know the details, but she’s barely been able to release music over the last 20 years (some songs here and there), so having an entire area dedicated to her with links to a (fingers crossed) site about an upcoming Poe project was lovely. Lots of love put towards artists in this.

Ed being there was and thinking he was in an immersive experience was incredibly funny. I’d have to look it up, but was the manuscript page in his room detailing when he was taken HERE and not him dying to taken? Was this DLC happening during the start of aw2 or right before?

I’m in love with Kiran Estevez. She can be judgmental and tries to maintain a level of calm over the situation, but her disgust, fear, humor all shine through in funny ways. Hope that she, along with at least Saga, get to be in Control 2.

Only found this out after checking Reddit (which imo is too harsh over both Night Springs and this DLC), but apparently the Dylan part is skippable. It was SUCH a highlight of this DLC. The shifting environments, the Not-Oldest House, Dylan in the “panopticon” post-Control, etc. was surreal and captivating. Usually with set ups teasers, I don’t particularly care (e.g. the AWE dlc ending was alright!), but man. The way to get it was perfectly strange. Poor Dylan. Just like Control’s “hidden” ending cutscene, this really seems to put Control 2 in the wider NYC.

Having a “person who’s only seen Boss Baby” moment: thought of tma (the podcast) with the tapes, archives, panopticon, all the weird shit. It didn’t influence this game, but I was getting flashbacks to when I listened to it (stopped caring for it, but the first few seasons were fun in a creepypasta way)

I liked the calendar puzzles. I’m not a huge fan of puzzles in games, but these were easy enough to follow without dragging on. however I did spend five minutes confused just because I got Friday and Saturday mixed up :(

The boss fight was easy in story mode lol

Diana brutally killing the taken Jules was one of the only “gross” moments of Remedy’s games and it was great! It’s not much gore, but I’ll take it.

I accidentally pressed the option to instantly destroy (?) the painting :( So im so sorry to Rudolph and I’ll be replaying this dlc soon to see what the other option is.

For my problems, I was sad that the paint monsters were mainly annoying to run from (also they’re cute). I don’t know if it was an issue on my end or a bug, but even once I went to story mode, I still wasn’t finding healing objects until the last fight. The reason I switched to story was only because my low-ish health kept instant killing me by the Painted 😭 Maybe it’s because I haven’t replayed Alan Wake in a while, but this DLC was wildly difficult. If Remedy didn’t add a whole list of assists, I’d be more frustrated, but thankfully it’s there. The map also would keep question marks and loot up even when I interacted.

I prefer the Night Springs DLC, but this was a great look into Estevez, Control, and what art is. Now, Alan Wake 2 is officially done!

[cxvii666]

TENNN I’m doing ur thingy congrats!! <3!!

Name: Haley

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Guilty pleasure fanfic trope: ngl.. slow burn friends to lovers or like FWB catching feelings

Preferred fandom: bnha (but I just started JJK so lowkey Wtv u want)

Favorite first date idea: art museums and/ or some type of live music

Favorite album: hard ass question but I gotta say Szas SOS

Screen time: 9hrs (yikes)

Live life status: 😔

“your perfect match is...”

... HITOSHI SHINSOU

“moments stolen taste better”

wc: 510

"oh will you hurry up, i swear to god, if we miss the first set-"

"you're the one who spent like 15 minutes reapplying that lip stuff thats gonna fucking wipe off once you eat or drink literally anything-"

you and hitoshi were, i wouldn't say running, maybe speed walking, through the city. for some reason there were loads of people out tonight, probably not going to the same venue as you, but still in the same direction. it was still early. not early in the day, it was maybe around 8pm, but early in the sense that the night was still young. there were overpriced drinks to down, songs to scream, places to go, people to see.

you guys had just left the station after he'd shown up to your place about an hour ago now, tired of waiting for you to call when you were ready 'just gimme another five minutes i swear'. you don't know why he's complaining now when he'd been sitting on your bed controlling the music on your speakers with your phone in one hand, and playing some stupid mobile game on his phone with the other hand. denki had put him on and it had taken up all his attention and he had seemed perfectly content to let you spend an extra 20 minutes or so fixing your appearance.

you lead the way elbows out determined not to miss the start of the show. hitoshi however, seemed to think it'd be super fucking funny to decide that today was the day he wasn't gonna speed off ahead of you with his long ass legs and instead tag behind walking at the literal slowest pace possible.

and yeah maybe you'd spent a little extra time getting ready, but you wanted to look good and that gave him no excuse to be pissy, not when you were the one who had paid for the tickets and invited him out , re spent 20 minutes on the phone that day begging him to leave the comfort of his room and come out with you tonight as your friend had cancelled last minute. he had complained, he had to, a small "no im tired" and a "ugh why are you even asking me, you don't have other friends or what?" but hitoshi was sweet on you so of course, he said yes.

and right now, he was doing his best to rile you up, maybe he had a thing for angry girls idk, and it was working.

"please, dont piss me off rn," you say as he slows down at the crossing for the third time. "there's not even any cars on the road."

"what you don't care about pedestrian safety not very-"

you actually can't take his snarky little attitude anymore, and you grab his bicep and drag him along behind you. he's in shock for a moment like he was surprised you snapped so early on into the night, before snickering and giving into the weight of your arm pulling him through the crowded streets.

HIIIIII!!! i hope you liked this one!!! @twoplayergaymers i think ur really cool and GUYS SHE WRITES REALL GOOD TOO so i hope you like ur pairing 😝

if you wanna be matched next my inbox is OPENNNNN

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - May 7

Insta Anon (new), outed anon, ap test anon (new), no worries anon, financial anon (new)

Insta Anon

Hi, I'm not sure if I'm upset for absolutely no reason here and I'd love some input if possible.

My best friend is VERY active on Instagram. Like, posts Instagram stories for every occasion, always makes collages at the end of the month about everything she's done, tags everybody she's spent time with that month. It's prompted me to do a very similar thing, and I post little collages at the end of the month too now. I posted one a few days ago that had two photos of the two of us and I'd tagged her in it. I only had like seven or eight photos, so those two were a considerable chunk of the post.

She posted hers today, with around twenty five photos on it, and I didn't appear once. We've seen each other multiple times, and talked on facetime a lot (I live in a different city so that's mostly how we interact.)

She posted everything else that she did, posted people multiple times, multiple pictures from the same night and not a single picture of us together.

I know that it probably wasn't malicious, and was probably just an oversight, but it's really upset me. I just feel a little overlooked.

I feel stupid being upset, because it's literally just a post. It's just that I know how much she cares about and scours over those posts, and it just makes me feel a little forgotten about.

Is it dumb to be upset about it?

Hi!

Honestly I’d be annoyed too! Like yeah social media shouldn’t be a big deal but she’s not acknowledging your friendship and that’s hurtful. I’ve had friends do similar things and it really sucks because it feels like you’re putting more effort in.

If you feel like she would be willing to listen and hear you out, I think you should talk to her. Explain that it's not just about the actual post, but like...acknowledgement. But if she doesn’t take it seriously, or tells you you’re being silly...I would reevaluate how much she's prioritizing you compared to how much you're prioritizing her.

Sending love!

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outed anon

GOOD MORNING 🗣 (its outed anon)

Im making a patchwork sweater for my friend for her bd and im so done

LIKE HOW MANY SQUARES IS IT GOING TO TAKE

I MAKE 84 SQARES

I DIDNT NEED THAT MUCH

(No like i love her shes so sweet but never again)

Honestly if I was her I'd be so honored though. That is the sweetest gift, and I'm sure she'll love it. (And if she doesn't, I'll take it. Fuck.)

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ap test anon

hi cas my first ap test is in around 2 weeks and i haven’t started studying yet im going to start today but im taking two this year and i only took one last year so i need to study twice as hard but last year i started studying like a month beforehand and im actually so stressed i feel constantly on the verge of tears but i keep procrastinating because there’s just so much to do and its overwhelming and i really need to pass both these tests and idk idk idk

i don’t even know this is all such a jumble of words i’m just really stressed i don’t even know

Hi!

I totally understand the feeling of being overwhelmed like this. Remember though--any studying is better than no studying. Even if you do ten minutes a night, you're giving yourself a much better chance of passing. Don't push yourself to the point of refusing to do anything. Just do little bits and remind yourself that those little bits are still HUGE. Set a timer, study for ten minutes, then take a ten minute break, and see how you feel. Repeat if you can. You got this, I believe in you!

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no worries anon

No worries anon here

So… that friend hasn’t talked to me in some time. Like actually tried talking to me.

I miss having friendship with them, because they were my only irl that I had done rp with, they cosplayed and would understand my ships. They were in my fandoms and liked jegulus

Anyway

Despite that, I feel kinda free.

I do only have like… three irl friends tho, which is kinda sad. I mean, yeah, sure I’m introverted, but I like having friends.

Hi!

I totally understand this feeling. It's like, the loss of any friendship sucks because...it's a friend, and they once meant something to you. And when you have a small group of friends, it hits extra. But when that friend wasn't always respectful to you, it's also a relief. So it's a lot of mixed feelings. But maybe you can look at it like...now you have room in your life for someone who is better for you, you know?

Sending love <3

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financial anon (new)

hi cas, i want to complain about my mother for a bit :(

she and my dad don’t have very high paying jobs, and we live in a pretty expensive area to live in, but we still have enough to live a comfortable life

however recently we’ve had less money and my mom seems to keep getting pissed at me for it (for context i cannot remember the last time i used her money for did something she needed to pay for other then like eating and shower ig)

my younger brother does THREE sports throughout the year and is also in boy scouts. the actual activities and equipment cost so much, and honestly that’s the reason we haven’t had as much money in the past few years

however, it’s always me she comes complaining to, never him. and it makes me so mad.

she complains about money when she should just idk take my brother out of one of his three sports??

and then she says she doesn’t have a favorite child like bsfr

oh and then of course when she’s mad about money she takes her anger out on us (not psychically but like verbally)

i have felt like a financial burden ever since i was eight becuse of her and she sometimes just makes me so angry

idk this rant probably doesn’t make much sense but yeah

Hi!

I'm so sorry your mom is taking those stresses out on you. You're right, it's not your responsibility or your fault. And while I do think it's probably a bit more complicated than just taking your brother out of sports, it shouldn't be something that you have to worry about.

I'm guessing you're the oldest? I feel like it's very common that parents pick one child, usually the oldest, to sort of...turn into the third parent. But that's not fair to you at all. And it's NOT your job to worry about those things. Is your mom the type of person who would get mad if you said something like "I'm a kid, so I don't really understand a lot of this finances stuff, maybe you can talk to x about it?" next time she talk to you? Because like....she really should be talking to an adult about it.

Sending love!

[v1nsmoke]

𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 // 𝑺𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹!𝒁𝑶𝑹𝑶 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

spooktober week 3 - modern au with slasher zoro!

tw: murder, d3ath, g0re, alcohol, can this be taken as yandere?, fire

summary: attending a house party won't be a bad choice, at least that's what you think until something changes the course of the night, and everything turns into chaos.

a/n: phew, my longest oneshot so far! i mean it took almost a week so i was hoping. i just want to say that im trash at writing endings so idk how that turned out, i feel like i fucked it up. also COP SHANKS CAMEO??!?!??! and firefighter Ace too!! LISTEN TO HOUSE OF BALLOONS WHILE READING, IT FITS THE VIBE!!!

first half until the garage scene supervised by lena!

tags: @stargirldelight cause cop shanks appearance at the end ♡ (sorry that i keep tagging u in shanks stuff)

wc: 5.6k

The cafeteria was bustling with people, just the average, daily experience. You munch on the horrid food they serve, the food you always tried to trade with the people who were smart enough to bring their own. You were lucky to have Sanji in your friend group, he always brought a bit of his own, delicious cooking, which Luffy would often steal.

"Here dear, I brought you some of your favourite!" Sanji exclaims, handing you a small portion of your favourite food with a smile on his face.

"Thanks, you're the best!" You take it and immediately dive in, hoping that you won't feel the taste of the cafeteria's food you finished a minute ago. While talking with Sanji, you could feel someone staring, but every time you looked around to check, there was nobody looking at you.

"Okay guys, last night I was thinking." Nami speaks up, now the whole group's attention focused on her as she stands up on the table. "Robin, you already know, I'm talking about what we discussed over the phone." She smiles.

"Just spit it out." Zoro says, losing his patience with the orange haired girl.

"Since it's our last year here together, I was thinking about hosting a big halloween party! And everyone is invited! And I mean EVERYONE. If you know somebody outside this highschool, feel free to invite them! The party is going to be held on October 31st! That's a week for you to prepare your costumes and get ready for the best night of your lives!" She excitedly says.

The whole group and the people present at the cafeteria cheer for her, everyone in on the idea. You haven't attended a good halloween party in years, and when it comes to parties, you know it's in good hands with Nami.

~○~

You walk trough the girl's locker room's door, the fencing helmet held in your hand since it won't fit in your bag.

"Thanks for waiting." You high five Zoro, standing at the entrance since he changed clothes faster. Maybe because he didn't spend a good twenty minutes with gossiping, or more like overhearing converastions going on about some random girl's personal life.

"So, what did they say?" You ask.

"What?" He looks at you bluntly.

"What do you mean 'what'? Oh. So you didn't ask them about the party." You sigh as realisation hits you.

"I didn't ask them about the party." He repeats, almost sounding proud of himself.

"Nami is counting on us!"

"The whole cafeteria heard her, isn't that enough people? Is her house even that big?"

"Even if it isn't, she'll find a way to get all these people together. She's smart, you gotta give her that."

Just then, a guy trying to leave the fencing hall bumps into you by accident. He rapidly looks up, making you notice his strange shaped nose.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!" He apologises.

"No, don't worry, it's nothing. I was the one standing in the doorway, it's not your fault." You apologise back, picking up his bag that fell from his hands after the impact. He's about to leave, but you call out for him.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could come to my friend's halloween party. October 31st. You in?" You shout, hoping he still hears you. The guy turns around, and shouts back a "sure" in response. "I'll send you the address, I think I have you on Instagram. Bye!"

The guy puts his thumb up and leaves. You turn back, and you're met with Zoro's eyes piercing trough you.

"What?" You ask, seeing he was clearly bothered by something.

"Nothing. Let's go." He sighs and heads towards his car, landing in the driver's seat.

"If you say so." You shrug and follow, getting in next to Zoro. You open your phone, and type in your address into Google Maps so that you won't have to guide him and his poor navigation skills. Sometimes you wonder how he got his driving license.

He stops at your house. You gather your fencing equipment, and step out of the car.

"Are you coming to Nami's party?" You hold the door open so you can speak with him.

"You sure sound very excited about it. I thought you hated parties, the people, drinks and all." He replies.

"I still do. But Nami and the others will be there, at least I won't feel alone. I want to see how it turns out. You still didn't answer me."

"I guess it's worth a try. She will probably buy the expensive drinks, someone's gotta try those out."

"You're saying that because you are an alcoholic, Zoro."

"I know. Bye." He grabs your door's handle and closes it, starts the engine and drives off.

"Yeah... Bye." You say to yourself.

You plop down on your bed, letting your body sink into the soft mattress. Maybe Zoro was right. Maybe you shouldn't go. Parties? You never attended them, the overwhelming amount of people and the disgusting smell of alcohol that would stay on your shirt keeping you away from these events.

But for God's sake, it will be hosted by Nami this time. She was your best friend ever since you started highschool, and she was also your number one supporter from the moment you two met. And now she was going to organise a huge halloween party with everyone invited, there's just no way you wouldn't attend it! Besides, all your other friends would be there, too! Robin or Sanji would definitely let you stick to their sides, you'd be safe there. You've got a whole week to get ready, both your costume and mentally.

~○~

Nami throws another ingredient in the cart, adding to the weight of it, making it even harder for you to push it forward.

"Did you even look at the price of it? Or are you just throwing in everything you see?" You ask your friend.

"We need all these, and I have the money for it. I just can't wait for tonight! This will be the party of the year, and I bet everyone will be talking about it tomorrow!" She exclaims, throwing another bag of potato chips your way. You catch it and place it on top of the heap of other food already in the cart.

"What will be your costume, Y/N?" Nami looks at you as the two of you join the line at the cash register.

"I couldn't come up with anything, I'll probaly go dressed as myself. Not very original, I know." You say as place the groceries on the conveyor belt one by one.

"Hm, I was looking forward to see you in some costume for once, but whatever." She sounds dissapointed, but at least she respects your decision.

After paying the crazy amount of money Nami decided to spend on snacks, you get into her car, heading straight towards her house. A few days ago you agreed to help her set up the party, but didn't expect it to be such a big thing. Sure, Nami was the host, so it's natural that she would plan something huge.

Her keys dingle in the front door's keyhole, and she opens it. Both your hands full with the bags, only being freed after you manage to drop them on her kitchen counter with a sigh.

"What should I help with?" You inquire, leaning on the white marble kitchen island.

"I was only thinking of helping with the groceries and now that's done, but if you're already here, could you put these into bowls? You know where to find them." She motions at the snacks in the grocery bags.

Of course you knew, Nami invited you over more than a million times, you could swear you knew the whereabout of every small item in her house. You open a cupboard, grabbing a bunch of bowls from it.

"I've got some things to tend to, Usopp should be here in about twenty minutes." She waves before going upstairs to take care of whatever she needed to.

"Ayyy! I didn't expect you here! Only here to set things up, or staying for the party too?" Usopp hugs you upon entering.

"Weird to see me here, huh? I'll stay for the party too, though I will probably stay by somebody's side, likely Robin or Sanji, maybe you, we'll see." You hug him back.

"Only an hour before the others arrive, I'm so excited! It's gonna be fun, I promise, and if ya ever feel lonely, find me!" Usopp pulls away and the two of you share your own handshake that took days to perfect.

~○~

The loud music with the same, repetative beat keeps playing from the speakers installed by Usopp earlier today, maybe an hour ago. You didn't expect everybody from the cafeteria to actually pull up, but it seems like you weren't the only one who thought it would be nice to attend a party just this one time. Everybody was there, event those smart students whose daily routine was entirely made up of studying and the quiet kids nobody knew anything about, and they all seemed to have fun. Except you.

You stood alone in the corner of the living room, awkwardly holding the red plastic cup filled with alcohol that you won't drink anyway. Maybe coming here was a bad idea after all.

"Uh, hey." You hear voice behind you, though it was faint since the music was being blasted. You turn around to see the guy from your fencing classes, the same guy that you invited here because Zoro wouldn't do it.

"Hi." You say, your fingers fiddling with the cup as you force a smile onto your face.

"I see you're alone. Zoro didn't come with you? I was sure he would." He starts.

"Uhhh I haven't seen him yet, but the party only started not so long ago, he said some days ago that he'll show up. He's bad with directions and navigation, maybe he just got lost." You explain.

"Oh, alright, if you say so. My name's Kaku. Nice to meet you, I've been watching you during fencing classes."

Zoro's face expressed disgust. Was it worth coming here? He stands still near the doorway of the living room, silently observing the scene currently unfolding on the other side of the room. When he entered, you were the first thing he saw amidst the crowd, but his happiness quickly dissapeared after a guy approaches you. Zoro could recognise him as Kaku from fencing classes, the guy who would always be paired with Zoro (and inevitably lose to him).

He couldn't hear what your conversation was about, the other guests and the music overpowering his hearing. Oh how he hated Kaku. He annoyed Zoro so much, his voice, gestures, everything. And now this man he hated was talking to you. It was supposed to be him. Maybe if he didn't take twenty-two wrong turns, get stuck in a traffic jam AND park his car in front of the wrong house, it could be him. But that wasn't the case right now, because instead of enjoying your company, he stood still on the other side of the room.

It bothered him how you had to force a smile, he could see it across the crowded room, but Kaku standing next to you couldn't. He just kept talking and talking, not noticing the way you were looking in all directions but at Kaku, who didn't seem to care.

"Heyyy, you wanna join me on the dance floor?" An unknown girl comes up to Zoro, pointing at the middle of the living room.

"No." He coldly turned her down, not even bothering to look at this girl. He couldn't take his eyes off you and Kaku, and knew that if the guy tries to do anything, whether it be a romantic or hurtful action towards you, he's going to be there between the two of you in the blink of an eye.

Just then, he notices as Kaku takes your hand into his, the movement making you seemingly uncomfortable. Seeing this, Zoro takes rapid steps trough the living room, squishing himself trough the crowd, his katanas colliding into each other. As he gets closer, he starts to hear you voice.

"No, uh, thanks, I-" you stutter, politely turning him down, trying to pull yourself back to the corner you were standing in.

"Come on, you're supposed to have fun, right? Zoro's not coming anyway, that asshole doesn't care." Kaku chuckles. Zoro deeply inhales. It took his all not to launch at the guy and gut him right then and there.

"No, sorry. I'm not going anywhere with you." You insist, pulling back your hand in hopes of freeing it from his grasp. Your heart was beating faster, and it was definitely not because Kaku's charms. You've already considered all possible outcomes of this. Lucky for you there was a small cupboard with a vase on it next to you just in case of an emergency.

"No way, I'm a nice guy, you know me! I-"

"She said no."

"Zoro!" You smile upon hearing your friend's deep voice, one that you could recognise anywhere. Kaku seems to lose some of his self confidence after Zoro's voice hits his ears, but he still didn't let go of your hand.

"Hey, buddy!" He gives the green haired man a fake smile. This was off to a bad start. Zoro could swear that if this guy called him 'buddy' again, he'll lose it.

"Let her go." He says back, not even greeting Kaku. Instead, he stared into his soul, and if looks could kill, Kaku would be gone by now.

"Alright, fine!" Kaku gets defensive, letting go of you and raising both his hands up like he was being arrested. It looked like he was waiting for a 'thank you', but you sure weren't going to thank him for the bare minimum. Feeling the tension, the guy tries to lighten the mood before Zoro accidentally stares too strongly at him.

"Zoro, buddy, can I invite you for a drink?" He asks.

Zoro nods, knowing that Kaku had no idea of what he just got himself into.

"I'll be back soon." Zoro smiles your way, which is not a rare phenomenon with you, then leaves wirh Kaku following closely behind him, leaving you alone yet again.

~○~

Zoro pours another drink into the cup, Kaku letting out a sigh of satisfaction as he downs it again. Both of them sat at the kitchen counter, drinking up everything they could find. They both consumed the same amount of alcohol, but one of them was definitely drunker than the other. Zoro was an expert at alcohol drinks, and could still stay sober even after an insane amount of drinks. Unlike Kaku. He was deeply drunk by now, just as Zoro expected it.

"Zoro, hi! You're actually here, cool! Though I would be happier if you left your katanas at home." Nami appears, greeting her friend.

"I always take them with me everywhere."

"Yeah, that's exactly why you are banned from so many places."

"Zoro, pour me and yourself another!" Kaku chuckles, his shaky hands holding the cup towards the green haired. Zoro agrees, but when he tries to grab another drink, he notices that it's all gone.

"Strange. I thought you were prepared, Nami." He says.

"I WAS! But you two idiots drank it all!" She shouts at the two, mad that they didn't leave any for the rest of the guests.

"So no more drinks?" Zoro looks over to Nami, earning a sigh from her.

"There is. Go to the garage, I have a few crates of it stored there. Bring those up, but leave some for the others."

"Why do I have to get them? You're the host, do it yourself." Kaku whines, clearly drunk.

"MAYBE BECAUSE I WASN'T THE ONE WHO DRANK IT ALL. NOW GO." she pushes Kaku out of the room, Zoro walking behind them.

He would be lying if he said this wasn't what he was planning all along. The crates in the garage? He knew about it. And he also knew that nobody will be there, all the guests in the living room or one of the guest rooms. He felt a bit bad for leaving you alone, but there were things that had to be done. And it was for your own good.

"Man, I'm telling ya, I would be long gone with that girl if you didn't interfere. Damn bro, I even had some aphrodisiac with me, I-"

Zoro didn't need to hear the rest. His steps slowed down, mind going in multiple directions. Did he just mean you when saying 'that girl'? Did he really want to give you that shit? Kaku may be drunk, but drunk words are sober thoughts, and Zoro knew that. He hated Kaku, but now he snapped. This guy was going too far, and Zoro didn't like the way this crazy dude talked and thought about you.

He opens the garage's door, holding it open for Kaku to enter, and he does so, skipping his way down the few stairs. Unbeknownst to him, he just walked into a trap, one that Zoro has been planning ever since Kaku started making flirty comments towards you during fencing classes, not noticing how you were internally cringing and creeped out by him, but neither of you ever said a word about this. And tonight really did it for Zoro. He didn't invite Kaku for a drink because he wanted to get closer to him. He did it to get him into this drunken state, and made him drink up every drink until there was none left. He didn't need Nami to ask them to get more, he would've done it anyways.

Kaku looks trough the shelves, searching for even more drinks.

"Zoro, you helping me or nah?" He inquires, still looking at the metal shelf.

"Sure. I think I already found one of the crates." He says, carrying a crate filled with whiskey over to Kaku. He tries to hand it to him, but drops it in the process. The glasses break, the alcohol spilling on the floor and Kaku, who is now soaked from head to toe, given that he was crouching when this happened.

"Sorry." There was no remorse in Zoro's tone, but the guy believed him anyways, the drinks doing their thing.

"It's okay buddy, mistakes happen." He smiles, going back to searching the shelf again in case he missed something.

He doesn't notice as Zoro quietly locks the garage's door, trapping the two alone together. He starts searching in his pocket, until he finally gets his hands on the keys to Nami's car, the keys that he stole from the hanger in the hallway. Zoro opens the car's door, sitting down on the leather seat of it, then inserts the key and the engine comes to life with a buzzing sound.

"Ey man, be careful or you'll hit me!" Kaku shouts, still crouching just a few meters away from the car.

"Don't worry. Stay there, and you'll be safe. I just want to test something." He lies, and steps on the gas pedal. The tires of the car squealed on the concrete floor of the garage, which had just enough space for the green haired to roll the car back a bit.

"Buddy, Zoro, no, no, let me just go back, you can try the car when I'm not here." Kaku stands up, ready to leave in this instant.

"Stay put. I'm here to crush your skull, not the car." And with that, Zoro pushes the car's gear, feet forcefully pressing the gas pedal.

A loud thud echoes in the garage as Zoro crashes into the wall, the breaking of bones and coughs ringing with it. Kaku tries to take deep breaths, but now that he was squished between the wall and the car, it seemed impossible. His head was spinning, eyesight hazy, the only thing he tried to focus his eyes on was the man in the driver's seat, staring at him with an emotionless gaze.

Zoro backs up a bit with the car, Kaku falling to the floor with broken ribs. He coughs, clawing at the floor in hopes of being able to crawl away. Zoro opens the car's door, slowly stepping out. Kaku was almost at the few steps leading to the door, when he looks back over his shoulders at the sound of footsteps, the green haired man approaching him.

"No, please, I-" he crawls a bit faster, but Zoro grabs him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him back with force, then dragging him along the cold concrete floor, back towards the car.

Zoro lifts him up, then places him in the drivers seat while he stands at the car's door.

"You're gonna be in big trouble when I tell the others about this." He manages to whisper between coughs, his own blood filling his mouth.

"They won't." And with that, Zoro steps on the gas pedal, quickly pulling his leg back after doing so. A deafening scream pierces trough the air, the car running into the wall yet again, the metal shelf between the two objects breaking right trough the windshield, the end of it sliding trough Kaku's head.

The car sparks at the impact, the alcohol spilled there by Zoro previously catching fire. Was the crate drop a few minutes ago intentional? Yes. Yes, it was. Now the car was in flames, the already dead Kaku stiff in the drivers seat.

Zoro calmly grabs a crate filled with beer from the other side of the room, and makes his way towards the door like nothing happened. He doesn't look back, letting the car burn with Kaku inside it. The whole garage was made up of concrete walls, which cannot catch or spread fire, meaning that Nami's house won't burn down if he leaves the fire to be.

He leaves the room, striding back to the kitchen. Just as he was about to leave the hallway and enter the living room, Nami comes rushing to him.

"Zoro! What took you so long?! We heard loud noises, I was getting worried that something happened to you!" She scolds him.

"I didn't know you could do that." He coldly replies, earning an eyeroll from the ginger girl, who noticed something.

"Wait, where's the guy who went with you?" She asks.

"Oh, Kaku? He told me to feel free to come back, said he wanted to try something. He should be here soon." He lies straight to Nami's face.

Nami shrugs, about to go back to the middle of the party, when she suddenly stops in her tracks. Her nose picks up an unkonwn scent, or more like smell.

"Zoro, can you smell it too?" She asks worriedly, turning back to the swordsman. "Smoke." Realisation dawns on her, eyes going wide. She rushes out the room, a curious Usopp and you behind her. "You're coming too!" She shouts back, clearly meaning Zoro. So, he follows them.

The grey smoke filled the hallway as they got closer to the garage, Nami already suspecting what happened. Usopp bursts trough the garage's door, letting out a few coughs along with Nami and you. The room was filled with smoke, the orange haired girl's car still in flames, it was only a matter of time before it gets worse and the car explodes.

"SOMEBODY HELP! WE NEED WATER! CALL THE POLICE AND FIREFIGHTERS!" Usopp screams. Nami and you nod, running back to warn the others and call for help.

Now Zoro was left alone with Usopp, who was panicking, taking fast and deep breaths to calm himself down.

"You, Zoro? D-don't you feel l-like doing something about this?" He shakily asks, eyes on the green haired man.

"I already did." He answers. Usopp slightly scrunches his eyebrows, not quite understanding what he meant.

"What are y-you trying to say? You're creeping me out a bit, you know." He takes a tiny step back, Zoro looking at him with a colder, more menacing stare than usual.

Usopp swallows hard, feeling uneasy after Zoro doesn't give him an answer.

"Zoro, you... you didn't, right?" He nervously chuckles, but Zoro still doesn't move or say anything. Usopp realises that he's in grave danger here, and it's time for him to run. But just as he turns around, ready to sprint back to the living room, he hears as Zoro unsheats one of his katanas. Usopp grabs a vase, throwing it right towards Zoro, who simply cuts trough it.

"This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real!" Usopp murmurs to himself, shutting his eyes for a few seconds. But when he opens them again, Zoro's gone. Or at least that's what he thought, standing up, letting out a deep sigh at the fact that he won't die.

"Sorry. No witnesses." He hears the deep voice from behind, the blade making contact with his upper body. Usopp looks down, and is met with the sight of Zoro's katana going trough right his heart. He sees as Zoro pulls out the blade from his flesh, a hole left in its place. He coughs, blood spilling from his mouth before landing on the flooring beneath him with a thud.

Zoro's hands were now stained with his friend's blood, the crimson liquid staining Nami's floor and his katana's shiny blade. He had to get rid of the body quickly, before you, Nami and all the others return with the cops. So, he grabs Usopp's dead body by the legs, dragging him to the burning car in the garage a few steps away.

You panic, dialing 911 as fast as possible while Nami ushered everybody out the house before something else catches on fire too, or the flames reach the wrong spot of the car and it explodes. But Usopp was down there, trying to put it out with the buckets from the storage room. Or at least that's what you thought was happening.

"911, what's your emergency?" A female voice chimes in from the other side of the line, one that you could recognise.

"Uta, hi! Nami's car got caught on fire in her garage, and she said somebody was there too, it can explode any minute, Usopp is trying to put it out but I'm worried for him, I-" you dump all the information on her, but she calmly cuts you off.

"Alright. I'll ask my dad to go, he'll bring some of his colleagues too, so him and some firefighters will be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you. Bye." You shake, worried for Usopp and Zoro at the garage. Uta puts down the phone, and you do the same as you rush back to the garage to get the two out of the house.

You cough as you get closer, Usopp and Zoro nowhere to be seen.

"ZORO! USOPP! COME ON, WE NEED TO GET OUT!" You shout, hoping they will hear you. You slow in your track when you notice the splatters of blood on the floor and wall a few meters away from the entrance of the garage. Did something happen to them? You think for a second. Maybe the fire wasn't caused by accident. Maybe somebody set it on fire intentionally, killing the person Nami said was there. And now he maybe got one of your friends too.

"USOPP! ZOR-" you call out their names, when suddenly the green haired man appears in the garage's doorway.

"Oh god, you're alright! Look, we need to get out of here, the police, firefighters and ambulance are already on their way, there's nothing we can do about the fire now. And I might sound stupid right now, but there might be even a killer, and-"

"There is. Now come with me and get out of here." He cuts you off and grabs your hand, heading to where you just came from.

"But Usopp-" you try to stop yourself, but Zoro keeps dragging you behind him.

"He'll be fine." He replies, not even looking at you.

"You know what he's like, we can't just leave him here!" You argue back, slightly raising your voice.

"There's no time for him, we need to leave, now."

"No!" You tear your hand away from his. "He will panic that he's alone, or worse, he can die too! Don't you think about that?!"

"I do, but I don't care. I don't care if that fool dies, but if I don't get you out of here and you die because of me, I'll never forgive myself." He lifts you, throwing you over his shoulder, firm hands keeping you in place. You squirm, trying to get out of his touch, but it seems impossible.

He bursts trough the door, then places you down at the front yard. The other guests were either gone the moment they heard there was a fire, or watched in horror as the smoke flowed out the house. Just as you step on the sidewalk in front of the house, the sound of cop cars hit your ears, that same deafening sound as all the other times. Firefighters and ambulance arrive at the scene too, jumping out of the vehicles in an instant. You rush towards one firefighter, the black haired, freckled guy you were friends with.

"Ace! Ace, one of my friends is still inside, please, try to find him and get him out." You beg, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

"That's my job, sweetheart. Don't worry!" He reassuringly winks, running toward's Nami's house.

You knew Ace since childhood, you both went to the same school and your moms were good friends, so you got to hang out with him a lot. He loved going on adventures, and was a good company. He always dreamt of being a firefighter, and it was like a dream come true for him when he got the job. You knew that he will be great at this job, and you trusted him. When he told you not to worry, you believed him, there was something about your friend saying this that calmed you down a bit.

"Hey, you alright?" Another familiar voice sounds from behind you, his hands placed on your shoulders. You turn around and see the red haired man with scars over one of his eyes, worry displaying in his eyes. You couldn't hold your tears anymore, this was it. You wrap your arms around him, face buried into his chest, sobs escaping your lips.

"It's okay, it's okay. You'll be fine." He hugs back, bringing a sense of comfort to you. Shanks was the usual friendly cop, the one who would always be there when an old lady called the police because her cat got stuck on a tree, the man who would knock into your home just because he was bored and wanted company. You knew him, his little secrets, and he knew yours.

~○~

The rest of the night you sat in Shanks' cop car, a blanket over you after a doctor checked up on you and it was all okay. You were devastated. Ace and the doctors did everything they could to save Usopp, who was found dead in the garage, stabbed. The other victim was Kaku, who died under mysterious circumstances. There was definitely a killer, but nobody knew who it was. Though you did have your suspect. And you could only wish you were wrong.

The last time you and Nami saw Kaku was when he was with Zoro, but Nami said that the two went to fetch drinks and Kaku stayed behind, so maybe that wasn't Zoro's fault. But it was also him who stayed with Usopp, he was last seen with him. And the fact that Zoro carries his katanas everywhere, including this party, and Usopp getting killed by a blade just fit together. Why would he kill Usopp? You had no idea.

Everyone got questioned one by one, and sadly all clues lead to Zoro according to Benn, who was Shanks' colleague. You didn't know him like you knew Shanks, but you would meet him often. He was smart, and knew what he was doing. And that's why you were so worried. Because he is likely right this time too, and that means Zoro, your best friend is a murderer.

You see as Shanks approaches his car where you were sitting, a serious look on his face.

"Is something wrong?" You quietly ask, worried that something happened, something wrong.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He says as he sits down in the back next to you, looking in a direction. You follow where his eyes are focused, and see what you didn't want to. Zoro in handcuffs, escorted to a police car. A tear escapes you, it hurts to think that your friend is a killer. You didn't know his motives, why he did what he did, but he probably had a good reason.

~○~

Life went smoothly. The image of that night was still vivid in your mind, but you forgot about it so often that it was almost like it's gone. You would still sometimes dream about it, but other than that, you were fine. Shanks was worried that you will be targeted after this, so he offered to take care of you and live with him if you want. You have been living alone ever since you were 15, and you knew Shanks well, so, you moved in with him. He has been acting as your father figure ever since, and you totally don't mind it.

You would sometimes still wonder: why did you do it, Zoro?

one piece and all related characters belong to eiichiro oda, i do not own any of those characters.

© v1nsmokes 2023. Do not modify, translate or rewrite.

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40 Instances of Chaotic Academia in My First Semester of College (YAY!)

I've had this cooking for months now, so I hope it's somewhat enjoyable. If you don't think these things are chaotic academia, I would like to firstly make it clear that I am a student at a university pursuing a degree in English, so everything I do at school is kind of inherently academic. Some of these, though, I admittedly am just sharing because I find them funny or ironic. Yay for entertainment!

This list spans my entire first semester of college, so it is quite extensive and I've hidden it with the cut. If you decide to look through, I hope you can get a giggle out of my agony. Thank you for your time <3

Chatting eagerly with my creative writing professor as she moved to the next class she had to teach—she was probably slightly annoyed by my presence, but willing to humor me as we climbed down flights of stairs—about my desire to be a writer and professor like she is. I want her job. I want it badly.

Hanging out and studying on the Quad (a plaza of sorts in front of the campus's main library) and getting acorns THROWN AT ME by a squirrel

Writing an entire essay as I was attacked by the aforementioned squirrel. The style of essay was inspired by Ross Gay's novel, The Book of Delights, which I read for my creative writing class, and yes, the squirrel was discussed.

Reading a passage from my American Literature homework aloud to my roommate to see if maybe she could grasp what the fuck it was saying. I gave up on this reading after pouring over it for about twenty minutes with only the slightest comprehension. (I hate the puritans)

Entertaining myself after my roommate has gone to sleep by watching video essays

On that topic, finding a video essay that I wholeheartedly disagreed with, and was moderately peeved by, and still watching it until the end.

Cutting up an old Van Gogh-themed calendar and using the images as wall decor.

Hanging a poster print of The Kiss by Klimt on one wall in our living room, and across from it is an awful drawing I made of "Micarus."*

This one is kind of just chaotic and sacralige, but the magnet hanging on our fridge of what appears to be an ai-generated (I know, I know. It was in Five Below, okay?) image of Jesus dunking a basketball. On it are the words: "He Is Rizzen"

My inability to refrain from writing the most attrocious run-on sentences

Having about 15 tabs open at all times on my laptop. It's astonishing that it hasn't crashed on me yet (someone knock on wood for me please—none of the wood in my dorm is real)

Joining the only student-run publishing press in the country in prose & poetry editing and acquisitions. IM HAVING SO MUCH FUN.

Having friends over for my 19th birthday and making them play Clue because it’s my favorite board game. Then, after everyone went home, going to the club with my older sister just to dance

Spending all of my dining dollars on coffees and teas to sip on and get me through study sessions/morning classes

Writing an essay at a football game because I’ll be damned if I miss it but I’ll be even more damned if I fail a class

Going to the library to study only to get absolutely nothing done because I accidentally spent the entire time rambling

Cranking out a wonderfully-written, two-page essay in an hour the day it's due only to FAIL because I accidentally submitted it as a .docx instead of a .pdf and my professor took FIFTY PERCENT OFF for that.

Going out to coffee with my American Literature professor because not only is it an extra credit opportunity in the class I bombed the essay for, but also just because I want to talk about literature

Watching an entire video essay breaking down "Nature" by Emerson as I do my makeup before class

Acting like a victorian child dying of the plague because I got an upper respiratory infection that lasted like two and a half weeks.

Using one of the shelves in my closet to hold my books because I unfortunately do not have an actual bookshelf

Having four seperate items related to Edgar Allen Poe. I love that sad freaky man

Having Daisy Jones and the Six in between The Picture of Dorian Gray and Pride and Prejudice on the aforementioned “shelf”

Getting myself a journal from a local bookstore that looks like a fancy hardcover edition of The Great Gatsby

Stressing over my American Lit midterm and studying with two friends for it at a local coffee shop for like six hours.

Having to make a dramatic video inspired by a verse of “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman. I made it the day it was due 🙂‍↕️

Going the ENTIRE semester without my glasses because I couldn’t find them, then finding them my first day home for winter break.

Going out to the gay bar with my friend, sleeping over at her dorm, and then binge-watching the entire Hobbit trilogy the next day as we analyzed all of the differences between the films and book

Attending a “gala” on a whim, not realizing it was being hosted by the local ballroom dancing group. i showed up tipsy and overdressed

Constantly complaining about the architecture of the buildings on campus because there’s one that looks really cool and has a lot of intricate architectural elements, and then the rest are mediocre

repeatedly visiting the oldest building on campus (which has been turned into a museum) not only for the history and aesthetics of it, but also partially just to hold the sword

changing my autocorrect settings so that my acronyms turn into (roughly) shakespearean english. (example: “omg” becomes “O, by mine own holy grace!”) i did this for no reason other than I Thought It Would Be Funny. my actions plague me to this day.

repeatedly pondering changing my minors (so far I have gone world lit -> creative writng -> creative writing + latin -> creative writing + world lit)

making tomb stone decorations for halloween of famous gothic/horror authors

a continuation of the previous one, accidentally writing "Bram Stroker" instead of Bram Stoker. who stroking they bram rn

sitting in a coffee shop and writing fanfiction that I will never publish on ao3 purely for my own enjoyment. i should have been studying

talking to random french people** about literature and poetry even though i was supposed to be talking about something else

trying various new coffee shops around town because i'm a freshman and i'm trying to find the spot

telling myself i was going to set aside an hour every day to read (in an attempt to finish the many books on my tbr) and failing after like two days

quoting (from memory) "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe verbatim to my boyfriend in the middle of the night because we were holding a flashlight under our faces like kids telling ghost stories

*Micarus was born from a discussion about Icarus between me and my roommate. She accidentally said "Micarus," and after a shared chuckle at the thought, followed it up with "Mickey Mouse when he flies too close to the sun."

**for my french 102 class I had to do a few "TalkAbroad" sessions which is essentially just a zoom call with a french speaker of your choosing