#so what else is there to be but be terrified? and just sit in the irony of pretending to be anything else

[nodoubtily]

Lowk..jealous jungwon smut..heh..

OOOOO POOKIE

warnings : smut so MDNI, jealous jw, dry jumping, climaxing in pants, hickies (m.recieved) LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!

“Can we leave?” You ask your clueless boyfriend. He gazes at you, confusion written in his eyes.

“Leave? We just got here—���

“Please, Jungwon.” You interrupt him, and he really takes a look at you. He notices discomfort, and something else among your facial features that he can’t pin a finger on. He nods though.

“Shit guys, something came up. We’re gonna head out.” Jungwon says, as you both turn to your friends. They all complain, begging you to stay. Except one. But you don’t look at her.

“See you guys.” You wave goodbye, and you open the front door, heading to Jungwon’s car, where you close the door before he can catch up, and you buckle your seatbelt, and you don’t look or talk to Jungwon when he gets in too.

Without a word, he starts up the car, reversing out of your friend’s driveway.

“Baby, what’s—“ you don’t let him finish that sentence when your lips are on his. Yours moves against his in a hurry, as if you’re scared he’ll leave. Your hands find their way through his hair, and he responds to the kiss, his hands palming your waist. When you pull away, he laughs. “What was that about.”

“Just wanted to know if you still found me attractive.” You respond quietly, though he caught it.

“What? Why wouldn’t I still find you attractive?” He questions you, and embarrassment flashes over you. Then you remember her face. Her laugh when Jungwon said something. Her filthy fucking hands when they swiped over Jungwon’s shoulder. Her eyes when he talked about something he’s passionate about. And she did all of this right in front of you, no shame.

You groan slightly. “It’s annoying how oblivious you can be sometimes.” You don’t mean to be rude, but you can’t help it. You’re hurt. Call it insecurity or whatever, but you really love Jungwon, and you’re terrified he’ll find someone better.

“What do you mean?”

“You mean to tell me that you didn’t notice the way Jasmine gawked over you?” You ask, a tad more aggressive than you want to be.

“Babeeee, she wasn’t—“

“Yes she fucking was!” You turn to walk away, already done, when Jungwon, without skipping a beat, grabs your wrist, pulling you flush against him. You stare up at him, conflicted whether to be angry at him or admire him. You guess you can do both.

“I’m yours. I don’t want anyone else. I’m only yours.” Jungwon says. You can’t be mad at him. “I only want you.”

Without warning, his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his hands pulling you against him. Your hands snake around his neck, and his hands lead down to your ass cheeks, where he kneads your flesh over your denim skirt. Little moans leave your mouth, turning both of you on.

You pull away, and you grab his hand as you lead him to the couch, pushing him onto it. He looks up at you, arms resting on the back of the couch as his eyes challenge you.

You take your seat where you belong, straddling him with your legs resting either side of him. Your skirt rides up to your hips, more like a belt then anything else, your white lace panties on display. Jungwon groans at the sight, before he dips his fingers in between you both, padding the wet patch showing through your panties.

A choked whine echoes through the room as he begins to slowly rub through your undies, and you absentmindedly grind over his fingers, your hands finding ground on his broad shoulders. Your eyes don’t leave his, too engrossed in this tension filled moment.

Jungwon slides his hand away from your clit, grabbing your hips to rock against his hardening dick. He thrusts his hips to meet with yours, forming a rhythm that feels too good.

He then stops you moving, and you whine, but his finger meets your lips to silence you. “Sit up a bit.” You move so your standing on your knees, and you watch as Jungwon lifts his hips slightly to pull down his jeans, before he plops you back down. You begin to move again, and it feels much better when there’s less clothing to block you.

You begin to rock more, and Jungwon kisses you as you grind on top of him with more force, chasing the orgasm you so desperately need. Jungwon sits there, mouth moving against yours in a hurry as his hands move to palm your tits, massaging them through your cropped shirt.

You lean down to Jungwon’s neck, decorating his smooth skin with prominent bruises to show who he belongs to. His voice becomes more whinier as you more faster, stimulating you both as knots deep in your stomach begin to form.

Breathless kisses and low moans flood the hot atmosphere as you both continuously become more hot and bothered.

“I’m gonna cum.” You say, rubbing your clit over his tip, and he bucks his hips up in sensitivity.

“You’re so good at this..” his voice is needy, and you both feel the knots in your abdomens tighten at the sound of each other’s noises.

“Gonna make me cum, Wonnie.” You shove your head into the crook of his neck, hips moving on their own accord as you both chase after your nearing climaxes.

Jungwon kissed you again, hands on either side of your face as he eats your mouth, tongue dancing with yours in desperation.

Until a loud, shaky moan escapes from his mouth, and his hands grasp your hips as he lifts you both up, his hips bucking uncontrollably as his cum seeps into his boxers. You feel his balls pressed against your cunt, and you yourself feel the knot snap.

Waves after waves of craved pleasure flood your insides as the most pornographic moan elicits from deep in your chest.

Jungwon’s hands guide you slowly over his softening cock as you both ride out your orgasms. Panting and huffing, he suddenly grabs your face, being his own closer.

“I love you. I only love you. I only want you. I don’t care if anyone else looks at me, because I’m only looking at you.” He reassures you, eyes boring into yours with honesty.

“Okay Wonnie. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” He leaves one last peck on your lips, as he pulls his pants up. He feels disgusting with his seed in his boxers, but he’ll deal with it until you’re ready.

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[nickeverdeen]

Teen vi asking her best friend out 🙏? Except vi isnt sure if reader's into girls or not because she had an ex boyfriend, so she's a bit ansty. And it turns our reader was bi?

Try | Teen!Vi x teen!fem!reader

Pairings: Vi x reader (mutual liking)

Type of fic: Comfort

Warnings: None

Summary: Vi has never been one to be scared of much, but asking you out is something completely else - especially when she’s unsure if you’re even into girls at all…

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Vi wasn’t scared of much.

She could throw punches with guys twice her size, steal from the richest scumbags in Zaun, and talk her way out of trouble before Vander even had the chance to scold her. But this? This was different.

Asking you out? That was terrifying.

Not because she thought you’d laugh in her face—though, hell, maybe you would—but because she wasn’t sure if you even liked girls. And yeah, she’d seen you with that ex-boyfriend of yours before. It had been months since you broke up, but Vi hadn’t forgotten.

Hadn’t forgotten the way she felt watching you hold his hand. The way her stomach twisted every time you kissed him. The way she wanted so badly for you to look at her like that instead.

And now? Now she had a chance. Maybe.

If she didn’t screw this up.

You found Vi exactly where you expected her to be—perched on the edge of the Last Drop’s roof, staring out over Zaun like she was waiting for a sign from the universe.

“Hey,” you said, nudging her boot lightly before sitting down beside her. “You looked like you had something on your mind.”

Vi stiffened slightly. Shit. You can tell? “Nah,” she said too quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. “Just… thinking.”

You shot her a look. “That’s never a good sign.”

Vi huffed a laugh, but her grip on the edge of the roof tightened. This was it. Just say it. Just—

“Do you, uh…” She cleared her throat. “D’you like girls?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

Vi nearly winced. Smooth. Real smooth.

You turned fully toward her now, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Where’s this coming from?”

Vi hesitated. She could play this off, make a joke, pretend it was nothing.

But then you smiled—just a little, soft and teasing—and her heart stuttered in her chest.

Aw, hell.

“I—uh, I was just wondering,” she mumbled, avoiding your gaze. “I mean, you had that boyfriend before, so I figured…”

You were quiet for a second too long, and Vi’s stomach plummeted. This was a mistake. A huge mistake.

Then, finally, you said, “I like girls too, Vi.”

She nearly choked on air. “Wait. What?”

You laughed. “I’m bi.”

Vi’s brain stopped working.

You—bi—you liked girls?

The relief hit her so hard she almost tipped off the roof. But that relief was quickly drowned out by panic, because now she had no excuse not to ask.

“Well, uh,” she started, fingers twitching against her thigh, “since we’re on the topic… you wanna go out sometime?”

Your lips curled into a knowing smile. “Like a date?”

Vi forced herself to meet your gaze. “Yeah. A date.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think about it, and Vi nearly combusted.

Then, finally, you said, “Yeah, Vi. I’d like that.”

And just like that, she could breathe again.

[doodle-pops]

Curufin With A Smitten Reader Would Include…

A/N: Wanted to do a little surprise today and treat all the Curufin lovers to a nice piece about him. Also based on a conversation I had over here ➽ ASK. And, Valentine’s Day was just two days ago, so it made sense for him to have so much attention lol

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• Curufin was used to admiration—whether it was for his craft, his skill in battle, or simply being the son of Fëanor, there was never a shortage of people who either respected or feared him. But you? You were something else entirely. You didn’t just admire him—you practically worshipped the ground he walked on, and he was absolutely thriving off it.

• It started off amusing to him. He caught you watching him a little too intently while he worked on some intricate piece of metalwork, and when he looked up, instead of feigning indifference like a normal person, you just sighed dreamily and muttered, “Your hands are wasted on mere steel.” He had to pause his work entirely, torn between laughter and sheer delight at the audacity of it.

• “Oh? And what, pray tell, should they be doing instead?” He leaned forward slightly, intrigued, half expecting you to get embarrassed. You didn’t. You simply said, “Holding me.” The arrogance. The sheer confidence. He decided right then and there that he was keeping you.

• If he ever needed an ego boost (not that he would ever admit to such a thing), he would simply go to you. It was guaranteed that whatever he was doing, you would find it spectacular. Sharpening a blade? “You make it look so elegant.” Giving orders? “Your voice could command the stars.” Even just existing? “I swear the air is sweeter when you’re near.” It didn’t matter if he was being ruthless or sarcastic—your response was always adoration, and he drank it in like fine wine.

• He loved seeing how effortlessly you prioritised him in everything. If he was speaking, you were listening, hanging on every word like it was a revelation from Eru himself. If he had an idea, you supported it without question, often embellishing it with some flowery praise about his brilliance. And if anyone dared speak against him in your presence? Oh, you would defend him with the fervour of a zealot.

• “You’re ridiculous,” he told you once, watching as you argued on his behalf with a stubborn Noldo who dared question his methods. You turned to him, all righteous fury, and said, “No, they are ridiculous for doubting you.” He stared at you for a moment, then simply pulled you close and kissed you, because what else could he do?

• He found it endlessly entertaining how you always managed to spin his worst traits into something admirable. He was ruthless? No, he was determined. He was sharp-tongued? No, he was eloquent. He was arrogant? No, he simply knew his worth. You once told him, with complete sincerity, “You’re not arrogant—you’re just burdened with accuracy.” He defined had to sit down after that one.

• You became something of a menace to his brothers as well. Celegorm was used to people flattering Curufin, but he wasn’t used to it being this relentless. One time, after a particularly long string of your praises, Celegorm just groaned and said, “Do you even hear yourself? You sound like a lovesick bard.” Without missing a beat, you replied, “At least bards have taste.”

• You were, to put it simply, a devoted enabler. If Curufin had an idea, no matter how outrageous, you supported it wholeheartedly. If he wanted to make an impossibly intricate piece of jewellery, you encouraged him. If he suggested an elaborate strategy, you were already making plans. Even when he was scheming, you didn’t bat an eye.

• “Are you truly alright with this?” he asked once, watching you as he detailed some cunning plan. Most people would have hesitated, but you just smiled and said, “I trust you.” There was something almost terrifying about your blind faith in him, but he wasn’t about to complain.

• You had a habit of watching him like he was the most fascinating thing in Arda. Whether he was crafting, strategising, or just standing there, you always looked at him as if he personally hung the stars in the sky. It was a gaze he never quite got used to, but he never wanted it to stop.

• “What are you staring at?” he asked once, half-amused, half-smug, as he caught you watching him work. You just sighed and said, “Perfection.” He nearly ruined the piece he was working on.

• It didn’t matter how long you were together—your admiration for him never wavered. Even when he was at his worst, when others turned away in fear or doubt, you remained steadfast. If anything, you admired him even more when he was sharp and unyielding.

• “You should be careful,” someone warned you once. “Curufin is not an easy man.” You just smiled and said, “Then it’s a good thing I don’t want easy.” When Curufin heard about it later, he just shook his head and muttered, “You are utterly impossible.” But the way he kissed you after said otherwise.

• Your devotion was so unwavering that even Fëanor, for all his pride, had to take note. He once watched as you waxed poetry about Curufin’s skill and said dryly, “Are you certain you are not one of mine?” Curufin, to his credit, simply smirked and pulled you closer. “Too late, father,” he said. “They’re mine.”

• Even in battle, you were a force of nature, not because you were the strongest, but because you fought like someone with something to prove. If Curufin was on the battlefield, you were by his side, defending him with a passion that even his own kin couldn’t match. It was both impressive and slightly alarming.

• “You fight like a mad thing,” he told you once, after you had quite literally thrown yourself into danger for him. You just grinned and said, “Well, if I die, I’ll haunt you, so you’re stuck with me either way.” He didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh.

• You had a habit of collecting things he made, as if they were holy relics. If he so much as discarded a half-finished design, you were there, scooping it up like it was a lost Silmaril. “You do realise that’s flawed, don’t you?” he said once, watching you examine a ring he had deemed unworthy. You just smiled and said, “Everything you touch is gold to me.” He scoffed, but he didn’t take it away from you.

• Your presence became something he relied on more than he cared to admit. For all his confidence, for all his cunning, there was something grounding about having you there, endlessly loyal, endlessly devoted. Others might have called you a fool for it, but he knew better. He knew that kind of loyalty was rare, and he would never take it for granted.

• “You’re dangerous,” he murmured one night, watching as you curled up beside him, looking at him as if he was your entire world. You smiled and said, “Only for you.” And for once, he had no clever reply—only the quiet, undeniable realisation that he had never been more adored in his life.

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[konigsfavgirl]

꒰ guess who decided to post again after an eternity? im so sorry yall im locking from now on ꒱

König is that type to: Pull you behind him protectively if someone even slightly looks at you the wrong way

König is that type to: Accidentally lift you off the ground when he hugs you because he forgets how strong he is

König is that type to: Wear his hood even at home because it makes him feel comfortable and safe, sometimes even forgetting he has it on

König is that type to: Struggle to sit comfortably in small chairs, his knees always too high, it ends up looking like he is sitting on a kids chair

König is that type to: Act all tough in public, but when he is alone with you he acts like a lovesick puppy

König is that type to: Genuinely enjoy grocery shopping, but always buy too much and struggles where to put all of those stuff he bought

König is that type to: Let you do whatever you want to him ꒰style his hair, steal his hoodies, poke his cheeks ꒱ he’ll just sigh and let it happen.

König is that type to: Try to “share” the blanket with you, but somehow always ends up with 90% of it ꒰ he claims that he should be your blanket ꒱

König is that type to: Get super focused when cooking, measuring everything perfectly, like it’s a military mission.

König is that type to: Cover his face with his hands when flustered, like a giant embarrassed mess.

König is that type to: Say “Scheiße” under his breath when he drops something, then crouch down dramatically like it’s the end of the world.

König is that type to: Fidget with the hem of his mask when nervous or deep in thought.

König is that type to: Struggle to text with his massive fingers, constantly making typos usually not even noticing them

König is that type to: Sleep in the weirdest, most chaotic positions, dragging you with him as he cages you with his arms and legs like a koala

König is that type to: Whisper “Entschuldigung” (excuse me) to objects when he bumps into them

König is that type to: Duck under doorways instinctively, even if they’re tall enough for him ꒰ he good trauma yall ꒱

König is that type to: Panic if you cry, immediately pulling you into his arms and mumbling in German because he doesn’t know what else to do.

König is that type to: Look terrifying when staring, but he was just dozing out thinking about what to eat for dinner

König is that type to: Genuinely believe you are the best thing in his life, even if he’s too awkward to say it all the time.

[goldfades]

so random but do you see crash out couple having a baby anytime soon😭😭?? and if they do could you write small blurbs about them being parents???

omg okay so crash out couple with a baby is actually insane to think about bc like. these two??? the same couple who have matching techs in a single game??? who get caught courtside yelling at refs in perfect sync???? parenting would be a journey

but real talk, i don’t think they’d rush into it. they got married in 2022, and i feel like they’d really want to enjoy that time together—traveling, hooping, being each other’s biggest problem before adding a tiny human into the mix😭 but if it does happen, it’s definitely not planned. like one day, reader is just sitting there staring at a positive test like. oh.

and luka??? he would be the most unserious but devoted dad of all time. like he’s watching film with a baby strapped to his chest, talking about defensive rotations while the baby is just chilling. meanwhile, reader is trying to get a nap in bc luka let the baby stay up to watch a west coast game.

some small blurbs bc i can’t stop thinking about it now:

reader is fresh off a wnba game, still sweaty, still wired, and luka just throws their baby into her arms like “they missed you 🥹” and she’s like “luka i just played 40 minutes” but she’s already rocking them.

their toddler watching luka get a tech and immediately turning to reader like “mommy he did it again 😐”

luka getting in a ref’s face and reader just deadpanning: “if you get ejected, you’re on baby duty for the next two nights.”

their kid’s first word being “ball” bc what else would it be.

reader trying to be the responsible parent but luka is 100% the “ice cream for dinner” type and now the baby is wilding at 10 pm.

luka passing their toddler a mini basketball during warmups and all of a sudden their child is pulling from deep. the league is terrified.

like. they would be a mess but also the most loving chaotic little family😭💙

what do you guys think?? are they girl or boy parents?? or both??

[theodorenmyth]

If your requests are open could I possibly request a Theodore Nott x ex!male reader where after many months after breaking up with Theo reader finally starts dating someone else and Theo would do anything to get reader back. Like something inspired by the song Kill Bill by SZA?

Kill for You

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Male!Reader

Summary: It’s been months since you broke up with Theodore Nott. You’re moving on—or at least, you’re trying to. But Theo doesn’t want to move on. He wants you. And if getting you back means destroying the person standing in his way, then so be it.

A/N ; it was so fun writing this, enjoy :3

Warnings ; Possesiveness, obsession, slight smut, mentions of murder

Word count ; 1.5k+

THEO NEVER HANDLED LOSS WELL.

Especially when it came to you.

Losing you? Unacceptable.

And yet, there you were—sitting at the Three Broomsticks, smiling at some Ravenclaw nobody like he mattered.

Like Theodore Nott hadn’t spent years memorizing your every movement, every sigh, every little thing that made you his.

His fingers curled around his glass, his jaw tightening as he watched from across the room. His usual table was full—Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, and Astoria Greengrass were all seated with him, drinks in hand. But he wasn’t paying attention to them. No, his eyes were glued to you.

"You should see your face right now," Mattheo mused, smirking as he swirled his Firewhiskey. "It’s actually terrifying."

Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Y/N finally moved on, huh?"

Theo’s jaw ticked. "No. He’s just pretending."

Draco scoffed. "Doesn’t look like pretending."

Lorenzo hummed, tapping his fingers on the table. "I mean, they do look kinda… happy."

Theo’s glare snapped to him. "Shut the fuck up, Berkshire."

Astoria exhaled, crossing her arms. "You broke up with him, Theo. You don’t get to be angry that he’s trying to be happy again."

Theo turned his gaze back to you, his fingers twitching. Happy. What a fucking joke.

He knew you.

Knew you better than anyone else.

And he knew that this wasn’t real.

He could see it in the way your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way you laughed, but it was slightly off—not as soft, not as genuine. The way your shoulders tensed every time your little boyfriend leaned in too close.

You weren’t happy.

"You should just go talk to him," Blaise suggested, sipping his drink.

Theo smirked darkly. "Oh, I plan to."

──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ────

Your evening was going fine.

Daniel—your boyfriend—was nice. Smart. A bit of a goofball. He made you laugh, and he treated you well.

So why did it feel like someone was watching you?

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. You could feel him.

The moment you glanced up, Theo was already there, sliding into the empty seat across from you like he belonged there.

You stiffened immediately.

Daniel blinked in surprise. "Oh, hey! You’re Theodore Nott, right?"

Theo’s lips twitched into a smirk. "And you are?"

Daniel smiled. "Daniel. Y/N’s boyfriend."

Boyfriend.

Theo’s grip on his wand tightened beneath the table. Boyfriend. The word made him sick.

"Boyfriend?" he echoed, his eyes flickering to you. "That’s cute. Since when?"

You glared. "None of your business, Theo."

Theo leaned forward, smirking. "I think it’s a little bit my business."

Daniel chuckled, oblivious. "Look, man. I get it. You and Y/N had history, but we’re happy now. I don’t want any bad blood."

Theo’s expression darkened. "Oh, no bad blood." He glanced at you, voice dropping to something dangerously soft. "But you’re not happy, are you, love?"

Your breath hitched.

Daniel frowned. "Of course he’s happy."

Theo tilted his head. "No, he’s not." His gaze didn’t waver from you. "Because he still dreams about me."

You inhaled sharply.

Theo saw the way your fingers twitched. The way you swallowed hard. The way you clenched your jaw, trying to stay indifferent.

You could pretend all you wanted, but he knew you.

"You don’t own him," Daniel said, his voice gaining an edge.

Theo smirked, tilting his head. "Oh, but I do." He looked back at you, voice dripping with satisfaction. "Tell him, love."

Silence.

Your fingers curled into fists. You looked furious—but you didn’t deny it.

Daniel exhaled, shaking his head. "Come on, Y/N. Let’s go."

You stood, ready to leave—

But before you could, Theo grabbed your wrist. His grip was firm, possessive.

"You’re mine," he murmured, his lips ghosting against your ear. "You always will be."

Your breath caught.

For the slightest second, you hesitated.

And Theo saw it.

He won.

──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ────

The next few weeks were hell.

Daniel started losing things. His notes. His books. His quills. Everything.

He started getting hurt—his chair collapsed beneath him in Charms. His broom was hexed before practice. His cauldron exploded in Potions.

And you found notes in your bag, written in Theo’s elegant script.

'Did you think I’d let you go that easily?

He’ll never love you like I do.

You were mine first. You’ll be mine last.'

You knew.

You knew it was Theo.

But you could never prove it.

One night, you’d had enough. You found Theo in the dungeons, waiting for you like he knew you were coming.

"End it," you hissed, shoving him against the wall.

Theo only smirked. "End what, love?"

"You know what!" Your breath was ragged. "This obsession. The notes, the hexes, the fucking stalking—you need to stop."

Theo exhaled, his fingers brushing against your jaw. "You think I can just stop loving you?"

Your stomach twisted.

"You think I can watch you be with someone else and just let it happen?" His voice was calm, but his grip on your wrist was iron. "I don’t work that way, darling."

"You have to let me go," you whispered.

Theo leaned in, lips just grazing your jaw. "But I don’t want to."

You shivered.

"I want you," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. "I want you like I want air. Like I want magic." His voice darkened. "And I don’t like sharing what’s mine."

You pushed him back, breath shaky. "I’m not yours anymore, Theo."

His eyes flashed. "That’s a lie."

──── ୨୧ ──────── ୨୧ ────

The next day, Daniel disappeared.

People whispered theories—some said he’d gone home. Others said he’d been hexed so badly he had to be taken to St. Mungo’s.

You knew.

You stormed into the dungeons, finding Theo lounging on the couch, twirling his wand.

"You bastard," you snarled. "What did you do?"

Theo looked up, eyes shining with amusement. "Hello to you too, love."

"Where is he?"

Theo sighed. "He’s fine. Just… unavailable for the foreseeable future."

Your stomach twisted. "You ruined his life."

Theo’s gaze darkened. "He was in my way."

"You can’t just—"

"I can," he interrupted, stepping closer. "I did." His fingers traced along your jaw, his touch dangerously soft. "Because you belong to me."

You swallowed hard. "This isn’t love, Theo."

He smirked. "Then what is it?"

Before you could answer, he kissed you—possessive, desperate, claiming. His fingers tangled in your hair, his body pressing you against the cold wall.

And the worst part?

You kissed him back.

You could lie to yourself, pretend that your lips weren’t tingling from the way he kissed you, pretend that you weren’t breathless, backed against the cold stone wall of the Slytherin dungeon, Theo’s body pressing flush against yours like he never wanted to let go.

But Theo wasn’t fooled.

His hands gripped your waist, firm and possessive, his nails digging in just enough to make you shiver. His breath was hot against your lips, his gaze hungry, dark, dangerous.

"You can fight me all you want," he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing, but dripping with something dangerous. "But we both know how this ends."

Your heart slammed against your ribs. "Theo—"

His fingers tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer, so there wasn’t a sliver of space between you. "No more excuses," he whispered, lips ghosting over your jaw. "No more pretending."

You let out a sharp breath as his lips trailed down your neck, slow and deliberate, pressing against the spots he knew made you weak. His tongue flicked out, barely grazing your skin, and a tremor ran through you.

"You taste the same," he murmured against your throat. "You feel the same." His voice darkened, his fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing against your skin. "And you’re still mine."

Your breathing was uneven, your resolve crumbling with every second.

But you had to fight it.

"This isn’t—" You sucked in a breath as his teeth nipped at your collarbone, his other hand trailing lower, dangerously close to the waistband of your trousers.

He chuckled darkly. "This isn’t what?" His voice was velvet, smooth and taunting. "This isn’t love?"

You swallowed hard. "It’s obsession."

Theo smirked. "So what if it is?"

His fingers slid lower, grazing the sensitive skin just above your waistband. "I don’t need to be good for you, love," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I just need to make sure no one else gets to have you."

Your knees nearly buckled when he bit your ear, just enough to make you shudder.

"You belong to me," he murmured, his tone shifting—darker, more desperate. His grip was bruising, his lips moving hungrily over your skin, as if he wanted to mark you, as if he wanted to make sure everyone saw. "I don’t care what I have to do. I’ll ruin anyone who touches you, Y/N."

Your breath hitched.

"Say it," he demanded, his fingers slipping beneath your waistband, teasing, taunting. "Say you're mine."

You bit your lip, your pulse hammering. "Theo—"

He growled, pressing his thigh between your legs, making you gasp. His smirk was wicked, knowing.

"Say. It."

Your head was spinning, heat pooling in your stomach, your body betraying you, giving in to the way he touched you, the way he devoured you with every kiss, every lingering brush of his fingers.

You exhaled shakily. "I’m yours."

His lips crashed against yours again, hungry, desperate, claiming, his grip ironclad, as if letting go would kill him.

"You always were," he murmured against your lips. "And you always will be."

[aste-te05]

Would You fall in love with me again?

A Optimus Prime x human! Reader fic

Chapter 1: Carry the Blame

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You sit in Fowlers office unmoving as you’re placed across from his empty chair. You’re scared to make a sound, your tired frame holding ever so still. You’re terrified of the outcome, and you’re terrified of the possibilities, the countless possibilities of what could’ve just happened. You were just sitting across from Fowler moments earlier; he was talking to you in light of recent events, and suddenly, his desk phone rang. Immediately he took it, you assume he wasn’t expecting what was told to him from the other end since he swiftly excused himself and got up, rushing out of his office in a frenzy. You were confused and were beyond words as you sat in the now empty office, you pondered about maybe walking out and trying to find the man but your efforts might prove faulty since you don’t know your way around the building, or even the base itself, since it was in an area you were not too familiar with.

”it’s going to be a quick and simple meeting” you recall telling yourself as you stood outside his door. Mentally psyching yourself up, only to be so rudely interrupted as he barged it open, almost surprised to see you standing there in front of him, despite it being a meeting asked from him to you.

He wanted to talk about your current housing situation, since due to unforeseen circumstances you were left homeless after an “accident” took place on your land, and near your home. You had no clue what world this incident would thrust you into, nor what kind of relationships you’d build out of it. You tell yourself it was a blessing in disguise, despite being currently left homeless. All you recall was you leaving home to go run errands in town and coming back to your house being scorched and flattened. Surrounded by an absurd amount of military men and Fowler assessing the situation, greeting you in a hush tone and offering a full refund to the damage caused.

“as of right now, construction is now underway, no charges necessary. We have your preferred location as well, you wanted it near Condon Oregon am I correct?” he asks as he looks over the pile of papers that were messily stapled together, briefing over the information as he looks towards you with a raised eyebrow.

You straighten in your seat, folding your hands in your lap as you began to talk to him, “Yes my parents bought some land up there for me before they went dark, it’s the only other place I can even consider home sir.” You blatantly reply, your parents were good people, at least you thought they were. They were there while you were growing up, bought you your first car and anything else you could’ve asked for, but suddenly, they vanished. You weren’t shocked since they usually went on spontaneous trips to wherever they wanted to go, but it saddened you when they didn’t come back. They never called nor texted or emailed, and the grief finally hit you when an officer appeared at your doorstep several years later.

“the only remains found were your mothers. There have not been sightings of your father nor any evidence of him that could’ve been found in the same vicinity of where your mother was, so he is our main suspect as of now.” The officer had told you. You could only stand staring at him, wide eyed and bewildered.

“are you okay ma’am?”

“what?”

“I said, are you okay?” Your eyes flash towards Fowler’s almost concerned face as he stares at you.

You smile and nod your head politely, apologizing profusely for wandering off on him like that. Thankfully the man seems amused as he continues to go over the plans with you.

You continue to go over the blueprints for another 15 minutes before the phone on his desk begins to ring, he apologizes and picks it up, ready to reply with a “I’m busy” or “call back later” you assumed before he froze immediately in his seat. He panics and looks at you with wide eyes, a look you’ve come to realize can only mean the best or the worst. Obviously, you were only hoping for the ladder in this case.

“Please excuse me, there’s been a uh situation.” He puts his hands together as a quick sorry before rushing out of his rolling chair and out his office door, leaving with a very thunderous SLAM while doing so.

Which leaves you to now. It’s been almost an hour since he’s left, and you’ve must have gone through the blue prints at least ten times on your own accord. You sigh before leaning back into your chair, staring up at the ceiling fan that circled rather slowly as you watched the blades, almost hypnotized at the movement. Or so, you were before a figure barged into the office you were now sitting in.

You turn back swiftly, almost spinning out of control in your chair as you stare at the figure in the doorway.

It was Fowler.

You smile and get up from your chair, taking a step further to him you further notice how frazzled he looks, his face paler than usual, it almost unnerves you as he looks like he just saw a ghost.

“Is everything alright sir?” you ask, stopping just about a foot away from him as he continues to push back his dark hair and straighten his suit and tie.

“Yes but I regret to inform you that we will have to move this meeting somewhere else, would you mind to follow me?” he steps out of the walk way, holding his arms out as he lets you walk out of his abode, you both step out into the bare hallway and he swiftly shuts the door behind you two and begins to lead you to the exit.

“now miss I know this may be a bit jarring to experience, so please take your time to settle and take in your surroundings. What you’re about to see is not something id just show anyone but due to your uh, situation”- ah yes my situation that has now stranded me as homeless and without my belongings of which I do in fact need to continue my work and my way of living, “-we have decided to give you a temporary place in the town of Jasper. Jasper Nevada.” You cock an eyebrow towards him as you both step out the door to the outside, the building nestled comfortable between many others like it, military barracks are what you spot just a few yards away as you take the view of the base in, rather swiftly might you add before Fowler rushes you towards open ground.

“Jasper Nevada? But why? And how am I even going to get there without a plane ticket, I understand you might not grasp the entire aspect of my situation sir, but since the demolishment of my house due to those robots I’ve been left with nothing! No money, no clothes, not even a picture frame.” He nods frantically and stops in the grass, you continuing to ramble about your now ruined life as you continue to somewhat spiral in front of the panicking man.

He hushes you in a quick tone, before taking in a deep breath. You stand in place, glaring at him and noting of his very rude action that you will be taking up with his superiors if you ever get to meet them.

“I understand you’re confused about the traveling but we have got you covered graciously through this” he points to the open grass and you give him an awkward look before stumbling back in surprise as a green vortex appears before you.

“what the fuck?” You mutter under your breath as you stare in surprise at the thing.

“Sir what even is this?” you look to him and he gives you albeit a very sympathetic and apologetic look before replying in a quick manner.

“It’s what we call a ground bridge, military made it is, and I advise if you want to see your new house before you die you walk through it now.” You open your mouth to argue about the absurd idea when the sudden sound of tanks moving catch your attention. You however, don’t get the chance to turn back to see what’s going on before fowler grabs your arm and rushes the two of you in and through the portal.

You both walk into the portal and immediately you’re hit with a sense of nausea, your insides feeling like they’re twisting and turning as you’re thrust out of the wormhole looking thing, only to fall and touch cold metal flooring.

The coldness feels good on your hands, but the panic turns back as you look behind you to notice the wormhole now closed. You can only sit in silence as you eye fowler next to you, looking like he himself is about to vomit his lunch out as he holds his hand over his mouth, bending over as he dry heaves.

Well maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.

You get up from your feet and continue to brush off your shirt and pants of dirt taking in the sights of your surroundings, it seems to be in a weird cave that you’re in. a very tall cave, with metal stairs and what seems to be a tunnel leading out. You take notice of a very large computer in front of you with an oversized keyboard to accompany it. And begin to ask yourself what kind of shit you got yourself into it.

“welcome to where you’ll be staying until your home is built, we call it the autobot base.” Fowler, has seemed to recover from the recent wormhole even and is now standing next to you, forcing a welcome home kind of smile.

In response, you can only continue to stare at him in shock and bewilderment. You’re angry, confused, emphasis on confused since you have no way in hell to tell what you’re supposed to do now, and even more confused as you feel the ground shake from beneath you, very rapidly as you assume them to be footsteps thanks to the pattern they seem to be following, to your dismay they seem to be getting closer as the vibrations become more forceful and coherent. You can only get a small gasp out as you eye what you assume the footsteps belonged to.

A robot. A giant fucking robot.

It continues to walk towards you and Fowler, only stopping a few feet away before it begins to lower itself on one knee, you assume it’s making a kind attempt to meet you at face level. as best as it can since it literally towers over you.

You both come face to face with it, taking in its blue and red coloring and it’s almost sky blue.. eyes?? Pupils?? God if you know what to call them at this point. Robot terminology could be totally different for all you know in your primitive brain.

The sound of Fowler clearing his throat snaps you out of your thought process as you turn to him still confused as all hell.

“Miss, I would like you to meet Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots, a race of sentient robots me and the military have been working closely with for some time. They come from space and more so mean no harm. I promise they’re only here for your protection. Most of them at least” You give him a straight glare at that last part before looking up at the giants face once more.

You want to be angry; you want to shout but something tells you that, even throughout everything that’s happened these past few minutes, Fowler’s telling you the straight, blunt truth. Looking at the robot- er Optimus’ face, you can’t see even an ounce of malice. Nor any evidence that he’d even want to harm you in any way. Which in turn makes your tense muscles relax a bit.

You awkwardly shift where you stand as you clear your throat just as Fowler did, before nervously putting out a hand.

“Nice to meet you Optimus, I’m not sure if my designation means much to you right now, but I am happy to be here in your home.” You smile and nervously begin to sweat as he looks down at your hand questioningly. Assuming he doesn’t understand the concept of a handshake you rapidly put your arm down and place it beside you, giving the bot a brief apology as you turn from him in embarrassment.

“Do not be ashamed earthling, I am still getting used to your people’s culture and was not aware that was a way of greeting, as Fowler hasn’t mentioned it to me quite yet. But I accept your humble offering of peace, and I say in full certain that you’re protection is the utmost importance to me and my fellow comrades. We are all equals in this war.” War… war!!?? Are you fucking kidding me!?

You turn to Fowler, furious at him and his thought process of involving you in such a thing. He looks at you sheepishly, starting to sweat as you step towards him before you begin to yell, hot tears threatening to make an appearance. “You brought me here, through this tunnel, with this giant robot, only for it to tell me im now involved in a whole robot war!!?? And that there’s now more of them!!?? What do you think is going to happen now? How are you going to take accountability for this sir, because I will not, and I mean it, will not take part in any of this. This is absurd, a joke even, where are the cameras because this is too unbelievable, even for you.” You point at him accusingly, upset, and so emotional to the point you want to just curl up right here and just let all this pent up grief out.

You’re home has been taken away and now you’re forced to adapt with the knowledge that you’ve been thrusted into a war you had no fault in. What even was the point in trying to wrap your head around this all.

Before you can berate the general even more, Optimus butts in, stepping into the conversation before you can say anything more harmful to the man you so badly want to rip apart, limb by limb.

“Please earthling, I know this must be at a shock to you, but rest assured, I promise that this war will no longer have any effect directly on you, it’s but a temporary solution and once this is done, you will no longer need to be involved in such tyranny. Just please know that this was the best answer me and Agent Fowler could give to you. We do not wish to involve you in more violence than you must be, and I’ve been personally seeing to it that you get homed properly, and that you remain to be untouched and out of the hands of our enemy.” He stares at you with almost pleading eyes, he doesn’t want to see you like this, not that it would annoy him, but it would only make him more upset about your situation than you are yourself, he said it himself, he’s taking your case personally.

You can’t help but admire his confidence, he wants you to know that you’re safe, that you’re out of harms way. And you wish you could believe him, you wish you believed what he just told you about how you’ll be out of this war sooner than you think, but you can’t help but let this feeling of grief envelop you. You know you won’t be out so easily, and you know with war comes losses. And in your case, you’re scared of what losses you’ll have to soon see through, you’ll go through it all alone with not even a rock to hold you up.

How can one even do such a thing without crumbling apart first?

Yayyyy chapter one done, (there’s more to this chapter but I’m posting it along with chapter 2 :)) if you wish to support me further follow my a03!!! I might be posting works on there that won’t be uploaded here

[procyonloser]

Adam knew his stomach had been growing rounder, seemingly day by day, but he thought little more of it. He had more pressing matters to keep his thoughts on; he had water to gather, fire to start, hides to dry and stretch.

Eve seemed more concerned, looking at him with trepidation, especially as Adam began to slow down. As hunting became more difficult, and as he began to feel the stirring of movement within him. Something not of himself was within him, growing. Eve found the idea terrifying, worrying, and a threat to their lives.

She thought it may kill them both, whatever it was. She compared it to the worms that wriggled out of the carcasses of creatures. Of flies that emerged out the backs of spiders.

Eve thought she'd be next, and so one morning she was no longer by his side. She'd fled, vanishing into a wide world by herself, leaving him to his inner demon. It was only then that Adam began to think on it, to touch his stomach and feel something press back, to realize the weight it put upon him.

He wasn't walking well anymore, his back hurt, and his ankles were swollen. He sat at the waters edge, trying to fish for his dinner, but as the day grew on, he'd decided to switch to weaving. A net would be easier to succeed with, but he'd never made one before, that'd been Eve.

Just as he was giving up, a tug on his fishing pole sent Adam to his feet, pulling on it to try and bring in whatever was biting - but a burst of fluid between his legs threw him off. It spilled down his thighs and onto the ground, followed by an intense pain. He'd been feeling waves of discomfort, but he'd thought they were from hunger alone. This, however, was different.

Adam fell to his knees, brows knit, as the first major wave hit him. He needed to get to safety, this could get him killed, so unprotected and so in the open.

"I'll protect you, until the baby is here." A voice called. Adam had hoped to see Eve, or one of the angels. It was neither. Adam looked up upon Lucifer, sitting on a rock ledge on the river side. Anger flooded through him, knowing this, like everything else, must have come from his hands. Lucifer only brought pain and lies.

"What are you talking about, what baby?" Adam asked, breathing hard, another wave of pain running through him.

"Our baby," Lucifer answered with a toothy smile, a shark in angel wings. "I blessed you Adam, with my child. His name shall be Cain."

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

I was inspired to write this scene in dialogue script format. The Sea Grunk Twins maybe feel a bit too open and being able to communicate, especially Stan. But let's assume it's been several months since Weirdmageddon and they've actually been working with therapists.

Plus being faced with their counterparts struggling over several days maybe got them talking and reflecting some more. Witnessing the obvious emotional constipation from the outside is painful. The obvious differences about their lifes help, too. And it's not like they talk much about their own issues.

--

Carla: Please tell me it won't take these two knuckleheads almost 30 years being able to ask for hugs!

Sea Grunk Stanley: Carla, we're one of the worst versions you could ask for help about this.

Sea Grunk Stanford: If only because an accident led me to 30 years being lost in the multiverse until Lee saved me. Not to mention the extreme circumstances that led to our reconciliation.

SG Stanley: Your Standford and Stanley are way ahead us in several ways compared to when us old coots met again. Both times.

SG Stanford: I assume that our histories were identical until a certain point, that being when- A witch you said? When the witch cursed the younger Stanley. But even if you discount that detail-

SG Stanley: Moses, I wish I could.

SG Stanford: Hush, we all know you're not really bothered by that. Um, going back. Our respective lifes have diverged immensely from each other. We just don't know what will happen or what they need because we can't compare the two situations.

We're still playing catch-up with dealing with our own trauma, lacking communication, and having been separated for that long without almost anybody else supporting us.

SG Stanley: And you know some of the fucked up stuff around the history that probably's the same.

Carla: I made some guesses about the things the twins let slip about their childhood and adolescence. And their twenties.

SG Stanley: It was... probably even worse than you already heard. It makes that sappy intimacy and being vulnerable stuff even more terrifying. The two need to relearn each other. Need to unlearn some deep-rooted shit rotting away in their minds.

SG Stanford: A lot of it was planted there by other people. Which doesn't change that it's unfortunately tangled with their bond and feelings about each other on top of everything else. We would know.

SG Stanley: But! Not all of it is bad!

SG Stanford: Lee's right. You said that they're way ahead of us in some ways, compared to us when we were their age.

SG Stanley: Actually talking with and listening to each other. *beat* Well, some listening, and some telling each other important things.

SG Stanford: Having an actual support system outside of their immediate family, with healthy relationships. More than one person who can comfort them or call them out on their shit. Who they can rely on, and who can rely on them.

SG Stanley: I repeat, I'll deny having said any of this sappy stuff later if asked.

Carla + SG Stanford: But we won't let you forget! :)

SG Stanley: Shut up, I'm denying. So. Having real friends and family-who-are-also-friends has helped us the most. There, I said it. And now I'm denying I said it.

SG Stanford: That, and therapy. But yes. Not being on our own anymore has made it possible even getting to this point.

Carla: So you're saying that they need time to figure it out, but that they will eventually. *sigh*

SG Stanford: Well, not only that. I'm actually worried about a trend you've mentioned. They're the most comfortable hugging each other and showing affectionate behavior when the other was hurt or in danger?

SG Stanley: I swear, if they start any bad habits over that, I'm going to tie them together and sit on them until they've talked things out. Properly!

Carla:

SG Stanley:

SG Stanford:

SG Stanley:

Carla:

SG Stanford: Carla.

SG Stanley: I'm getting the rope-

Carla: Don't you dare!

[It's about the Cat Stan Twins having the same desire (protect their brother) and same issue (if I can't even protect him, what worth am I? / he's more important than me / self-worth) putting them into conflict.]

This is so good. And Carla's the perfect person for them to talk to about it.

Because their lives are so different, they can't know for sure how the cat Stan's will turn out. We know they'll figure out how to talk communicate with each other, but at this point in time that's hard to see. Especially since their friends have to help them along and watch all their painful attempts.

I love this. Acknowledging how they can't know for sure, but pointing out how well the younger twins are doing compared to where they were at at that age. Then SG Stan wanting to hurry the process along lol.

[sylusonychinus]

I really like you

Pairings: Zayne x Fem Reader

Summary: "but boy i like you...i really really like you" really like you (babymonster)

It was always there, lurking in the corners of her heart—quiet, gentle, and entirely untouchable. The secret love she had for Zayne, her best friend since high school, had quietly grown with her through the years. From study dates to late-night talks about life, the universe, and their future, Zayne had always been there—like an unshakable constant in her life. But she’d kept her feelings hidden, buried deep, not wanting to risk their friendship for something that could be fleeting.

They had first met in high school. Zayne had that kind of charm that made him instantly likable. He was the guy everyone could talk to, easygoing and thoughtful, but also someone who carried an innate warmth that made others feel special. She’d admired him from the start, though she never let it show. He was always just a friend to her, even when her heart would flutter when he smiled, or when he helped her through difficult moments—always offering a hand, never expecting anything in return.

Even after high school, their paths continued to intertwine. They both got accepted to the same medical school, and their friendship deepened as they spent long hours studying together, always finding themselves sharing notes, joking about the absurdity of exams, and supporting each other through the grind. Zayne was an open book, never hiding his emotions. He was the kind of guy who looked out for everyone—whether it was a random classmate or an elderly woman on the street who needed help carrying her groceries. He gave selflessly, often without realizing the depth of his kindness.

But despite their closeness, she had kept her feelings locked away. The thought of ruining their friendship, of disrupting the bond they shared, terrified her. What if he didn’t feel the same way? What if it made everything awkward between them? She couldn’t risk that. So, she buried her love beneath layers of laughter and companionship.

One evening, during their second year of medical school, they found themselves sitting on the rooftop of their apartment building after a long study session. The sunset was painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, and they had a quiet, rare moment to just breathe.

“You know,” Zayne said, glancing at the sky, “I’ve always wanted to do something meaningful with my life. It’s not enough just to know all the medical stuff. I want to help people in a way that goes beyond just prescriptions and treatments.”

She smiled softly, watching the way the light made his eyes shine with passion. This was what she loved about him—his heart was always in the right place.

“You already do,” she said, her voice quiet but sincere. “You’ve always helped people. You’re always there when someone needs you. It’s what makes you... well, you.”

Zayne laughed, brushing his hair out of his face. “I just do what feels right. I guess that’s why I’m still helping Mrs. Jensen with her garden every Sunday afternoon, even though I don’t have time for it.”

She paused at the mention of Mrs. Jensen. She remembered seeing him help her when they were in high school—how Zayne would go over to the elderly woman's house every weekend without fail, cutting her lawn, bringing her groceries, and spending time with her when no one else did. It wasn’t something Zayne talked about much, but it was always there—a soft reminder of how big his heart was.

That was when it hit her. She had fallen in love with him, not because of grand gestures or dramatic confessions, but because of moments like this. Because of how he took care of the elderly lady when no one else had time to. Because of how he never changed, despite the years passing and the challenges of med school. She had fallen in love with Zayne because he was everything she could ever want in a person—kind, selfless, genuine—and yet, he didn’t even realize the quiet strength of his heart.

She looked at him, a slight pang of realization pulling at her chest. She had loved him for so long, and it wasn’t just about the little moments anymore. It was about the person he was—the person who cared without asking for anything in return.

Zayne caught her gaze and smiled. “You know, I think this might be one of my favorite spots. It’s peaceful up here. I can just... think, you know?”

“Yeah,” she said softly, her heart thudding a little faster in her chest. “I know what you mean.”

For a long moment, they simply sat in silence, the city lights twinkling below them, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.

Zayne’s voice broke the quiet. “I’ve been thinking, too. About the future. You know, the kind of doctor I want to be.”

She turned to him, curiosity piquing in her eyes. “What kind of doctor do you want to be?”

“A doctor who listens,” he said, his expression soft and sincere. “A doctor who really sees people, not just their illness. Someone who doesn’t just treat the body, but takes care of the person.”

Her heart clenched. It was exactly what she had been falling in love with all along. The way he treated people—not just as patients, but as individuals with lives, hopes, and dreams.

“You already are that person, Zayne,” she whispered. “You’ve always been.”

Zayne turned to her then, his eyes locking with hers. For a moment, everything felt still. The world, their studies, their busy lives—it all seemed to fade away as they shared this quiet moment together. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, and for the first time, she didn’t pull away.

“I’m glad you’re my friend,” he said, his voice sincere and warm.

Her heart stuttered in her chest, and she nodded, squeezing his hand. But what she didn’t say was that, even though she had always kept her feelings hidden, she had never truly been just a friend in her heart. Maybe now, just maybe, the years of silence would speak volumes.

And as they sat there, hand in hand, the future didn’t seem as uncertain as it once had. Because for once, she allowed herself to imagine a future with Zayne—not just as friends, but as something more. Something real.

As the stars began to shine brightly above them, she knew this was just the beginning of a love that had always been written in the stars.

a/n: yes ill be basing this from my experience coz....ik we all been there :333 im using zayne as the character coz hes similar to him :3

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY LACE HARDING - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

don't just stand there!

what does it mean?

oh, that's just a me thing.

you didn't even list ten people!

our paths didn't cross much.

never would've guessed what he was planning.

that's a tricky question.

honestly, i don't know. i think about it, too.

it was a good question.

you can't kill someone for something they might do.

next time you need help moving furniture around your room, let me know.

i was going to come check, but then the noises stopped.

raw strength's important, but so is technique.

want me to show you?

did my tips help?

thank you for that new nightmare.

i don't know anymore.

i don't think an indifferent god is better than an evil one.

maybe things would have been better if they hadn't fought.

we don't know that.

i'm here now, and you're here now, and the best thing we can do is learn from the past.

i'm not arguing with that.

you're not one of them.

be kind to yourself.

romance looks good on you.

i was just trying to be nice!

what kind of questions, exactly?

are you waggling your eyebrows at me?

it's definitely... something.

yeah. we're together.

what exactly was in the basket?

don't worry about it. you weren't prying.

that's so sweet.

would you like some tea?

she just pops up whenever things get weird.

we'll probably never know why.

you've got a lot of trophies.

i wish there was something else we could do for them.

i still don't know why this happened.

what's that like?

i try to ignore it, but something's out there.

i don't know what happened.

how long did it take you to get used to it?

i don't drink. but thank you.

sometimes i get unpleasant thoughts or feelings, and i come out here.

i can't resist that face!

i'm surprised some of us still wear pants.

it's actually easy. maybe too easy?

i can totally see it.

i thought you'd be used to gruesome.

does magic ever make you feel... itchy?

it's... complicated.

do you really think so?

if you liked someone, what would you do? to show you liked them, i mean.

you've been... kinda preoccupied.

it was terrifying the first time it happened.

how did you become such a good cook, anyway?

that's why we don't work there anymore.

i only need one.

i'm afraid of what you are.

it's not personal.

do you ever wake up angry at someone for something they did in a dream?

you mentioned you don't sleep?

i know that face.

i was looking for you, actually.

i was just exaggerating.

you're watching me.

i dreamed about strawberry tarts last night.

do dreams actually mean anything?

what do you think this room was used for before?

this is a weird question, but do you think i could sit on your shoulders in battle one day?

there are people like you everywhere.

isn't that cheating?

whatever it is, it's not stupid. you can tell me.

are you all right? you're limping.

[defnotririi]

ﾉﾟ.:｡+ﾟ𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰'𝒎

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 ﾉﾟ.:｡+ﾟ

Loneliness makes people go crazy, and sometimes, create imaginary friends without being able to go back.

Genre: ANGST,

Status: full/16-02-25

Warnings: Basically, skip if you have weak heart 🙏

Disclaimer: i cried while writing it, so please if you don't like sad fanfics, then skip 💗

Credits: this is inspired by the song Imaginary Friends by ITZY

The world had always been a quiet place for Y/N. Not the kind of quiet that felt peaceful, but the kind that stretched endlessly, filled only with the sound of her own footsteps echoing against empty streets.

She had always been alone.

Until she met Jungwon.

She remembered the exact moment. It was late autumn, the leaves scattering in restless spirals, when she sat on the swings at the old park near her school. That was when he appeared, hands tucked into the pockets of his black hoodie, eyes sharp and unreadable.

"You look pathetic."

Y/N had blinked up at him, startled. No one ever talked to her—no one ever noticed her.

"Excuse me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Jungwon smirked, the kind of smirk that made her skin prickle. "Sitting here alone, staring at nothing. You look miserable."

She huffed, kicking at the ground. "Thanks for pointing it out."

But instead of walking away like she expected, Jungwon sat down on the swing beside her. He didn’t say much after that, just sat there, watching the sky like he was lost in thought.

That was the start of it.

From that day on, Jungwon was always there. He showed up at school, walking beside her in the halls. He sat across from her during lunch, his gaze cold and distant, but never leaving her. He never spoke much, and when he did, his words were laced with something unreadable—something sharp, like he was keeping her at arm’s length.

But he was there.

And that was enough.

For the first time, she had someone. Someone to talk to, someone to listen. Even if he was blunt, even if he never smiled, Jungwon cared in his own way. He was her best friend.

Then, at some point, without her realizing it, he became more than that.

It was terrifying to admit, but it was there—the way her heart clenched whenever he looked at her, the way her skin burned whenever he brushed against her.

She loved him.

And then, one day, everything shattered.

It was after school when it happened. Y/N was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed as she talked to Jungwon about something meaningless—the weather, maybe. He stood in front of her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable as always.

That was when a girl from her class, Minji, walked by. She slowed down, brows furrowing as she looked at Y/N.

"Uh… who are you talking to?"

Y/N blinked. "What?"

Minji glanced around, then back at her, confusion flickering in her eyes. "There’s no one there, Y/N."

The air turned cold.

Y/N let out a small, nervous laugh. "What do you mean? Jungwon’s right—"

She turned to look at him.

But he wasn’t there.

Her breath caught in her throat. She spun around, searching, but the hallway was empty except for her and Minji.

No. No, this was a joke. This was—

"Y/N?" Minji’s voice was softer now, cautious.

Y/N swallowed, forcing a smile. "I—I think I need some air."

She walked away before Minji could say anything else.

That night, she sat in her room, knees curled to her chest, hands trembling.

Jungwon had always been there. He had always been real. He had to be.

"You're lying to yourself," a voice murmured.

Her head snapped up. Jungwon stood in the corner of her room, arms crossed, watching her with an unreadable expression.

"Jungwon," she whispered, relief flooding her chest. "You’re here. Minji—she couldn’t see you, but you’re right here—"

"Y/N," he said, voice low, detached. "Think about it."

She shook her head violently. "No. Stop. You’re real. You—"

"When have you ever seen me talk to anyone else?"

Her stomach twisted. "Jungwon, please—"

"When has anyone else ever acknowledged me?"

Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. "No. You—you—"

His eyes softened, just barely, for the first time since she met him. "You were lonely," he said, almost gently. "You created me."

The room blurred around her. Her mind screamed at her to reject it, to fight it—but deep down, in the place she had refused to look, she knew.

Jungwon had never existed.

Her best friend. The boy she loved. He was never real.

Y/N choked out a sob, pressing a hand to her mouth.

Jungwon sighed, stepping closer. For the first time, his cold demeanor cracked, just a little. "I was here because you needed me," he murmured. "But you don’t need me anymore, Y/N."

"Yes, I do," she cried, reaching for him.

But the moment her fingers touched his, he began to fade.

"Jungwon, please—"

His form flickered, his eyes unreadable as ever, but there was something behind them now. Something gentle.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

Then he was gone.

And for the first time in years, Y/N was truly alone.

[kissboybyler]

okay but what if- what if for some reason lonnie has to come back to hawkins and he’s got to meet will at like the wheeler’s house or wherever, and the house is empty and will is anxious waiting for his father with mike by his side, who’s trying to reassure him that if anything bad happens he’ll just kick lonnie’s ass and will chuckles softly? And then there’s a knock at the door and will looks back at mike with terrified eyes and heads for the door? And then like he opens it and there he is, lonnie, and he’s got that smug expression about him and will reluctantly invites him inside and then goes to sit by mike’s side? And lonnie looks between the two of them, only bare inches away from each other, hands and knees almost touching and his face just falls?

And what if he slowly starts saying things like “i knew it… i knew there was something going on here” and his eyes lock with mike’s? And lonnie just starts shouting abruptly and insulting will, calling him slurs, making his eyes brim with teachers and then accusing him of being too sensitive? And then he stands up and will fears he’s gonna punch him but then mike gets in the way, shielding will with his body, rage and hatred and pure adrenaline along with something-something rushing through him?

And then as lonnie gets closer and closer his eyes start to bleed into whites and his lips tug at the edges and then something is off, something is off and they need to leave NOW. But as mike turns to look at will to make sure he’s okay, get his hand and leave immediately, he sees that will’s…gone. Just gone. And then he turns to look back at lonnie but lonnie’s not there either , and neither is his house. Actually, it is his house, but not really. And something is wrong, something is wrong. As mike runs around the house to find will, to find anyone, his mind and the air around him is thick with voices, voices he’d tried to suppress and feelings he’d tried to drown. Until eventually he really starts to drown under the weight of his own heavily guarded subconsciousness. And then he’s in the upside down and everything is wrong, it’s all wrong and will isn’t there and what if something happened to him, what if he is in danger. So Mike’s starts shouting will’s name till his throat dries up and he’s melting into himself and sobbing and screaming and calling for will and hating himself and hating the voices and hating his feelings, but not will, never will.

But how can something so right feel so wrong, or something so wrong feel so right? And then he’s lets out a visceral scream and he knows vecna can hear him, see him, he can feel his presence and hear the echoes of his words in-between the lines of the voices. The voices only get louder and louder and he’s drowning he’s drowning, but then there’s something else. There’s something else out there, he can feel it and it’s calling to him, inviting and warm and he wants that thing to wrap around him and never let him go. He’s searching for the feeling, or the voice, or the something there, but he gets interrupted by vecna and the repetition of the voices, of the feelings he shouldn’t be having, his failures and his lost hopes and his fears and everything wrong wrong wrong in the world. But the thing is still there and he can’t stop chasing it and it seems to be leading him somewhere, somewhere where hidden memories live, guilty in a way that makes him feel warm even if he hates himself for it.

And then there’s will’s voice and it’s so nice to hear him but no, no he sounds panicked so he needs to leave, he needs to back to him so he shouts at vecna to leave will alone, to keep him, but not hurt will. But then it’s will next to him, pained and alone, and then there’s little will in his coffin covered in flowers, and there’s will on the field, and will with tears in his eyes, and an older, far-away will taken away from the brink of happiness only to be taken by death and leaving the world empty and cold. And mike needs to go back to him he needs to go back. And then he hears it again, will’s voice, warm and urgent and panicked but there, present and somehow somehow he’s back in the basement of his house and will is there, will is there, clutching mike’s body and holding him close with tears smearing his face and panic drawn on that beautiful face. And how can this be wrong how can this be wrong when he’s there and he’s alive and mike would gladly go to hell and back just to end up by this boy’s side.

[dykedvonte]

Honestly I see Jimmy's refusal to put Curly out of his misery less about his weird feelings of envy or his delusions but the fact Curly is all but stated to be a shield to Jimmy from his actions and people seeing the worst in him.

The only characters that Jimmy really interacts with one on one before the crash are Curly and Anya, two individuals he has wildly different relationships with. It's likely that Curly really did most of the talking between them as the pilots and the rest of the crew as staff. They didn't know of Jimmy's more reprehensible behaviors cause they never really had the chance to and Jimmy is subconsciously aware. If they had disliked him more than Anya would have told Swansea earlier or even Daisuke when things got really bad.

It's why he takes the immediate opportunity to blame Curly; He's the shield. He's saved Jimmy's ass more times than he can count and more times than Jimmy would ever admit. Even when he can't really do it anymore, he mentally shields himself from his own faults by putting Curly between them. Letting Curly die puts too much on him because he doesn't know how to function without a safety net.

In the end Curly only lives because Jimmy needs the idea that Curly will inevitably make things better to stay alive, meaning Curly has to live, no matter how much it pains him to do so.

[galaxythreads]

lmaooo. and this week on "why do i post to ao3" i just got a related work notif where the author's note is a detailed dissertation about what i did wrong and how in their fic they're writing a "more realistic version" of my idea "without x characters being heartless monsters"

[izzy-b-hands]

Was doing okay holding back all of the fear re: the potential election outcome until literally this second what the fuck to my brain lmao