#so. please leave your thoughts frowny face

[strellunas]

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[ID: A portrait of Michael / “The Distortion” from The Magnus Archives. It stares lazily at the viewer with a relaxed, wide, crooked smile. Its eyes are dimly lit with violet, disfigured pupils. Its own hand drags half of its face upward; the spindly fingertips are black with long claws. Its other eye peeks through the gaps between its fingers. It has pale, off-colored peach skin & blond curly hair of the same tone. Its hair twists into melting spirals, jagged & round at the same time. The portrait is gothic dark with a dim ochre/purple color palette & a black background that seems to consume the figure. The shadows of the figure morph like a kaleidoscope between shades of purple & dark cyan without following any real lighting source. ]

[jinisnuggets]

ೃ࿐ 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶜᵃᶠᵉ! ᴼʷⁿᵉʳ! ᴸᵉᵉ ᴹⁱⁿʰᵒ ˣ ᴮᵘˢⁱⁿᵉˢˢʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ! ʸ/ⁿ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᴬⁿᵍˢᵗ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹.³ᵏ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᴮʳᵉᵃᵏᵘᵖˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵘʸ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʳʸ.

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴮʳᵉᵃᵏᵘᵖ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ, ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ʸ/ⁿ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ

ᴺᵉᵗʷᵒʳᵏ: @starlit-network

ᴬ/ᴺ: ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵃᵗᵉˡʸ, ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵗⁱʳᵉ ʷᵉᵉᵏ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ⁱ’ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ˢⁱᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵘⁿᵐᵒᵗⁱᵛᵃᵗᵉᵈ. ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ.

“My goodness Y/n��� are you alright?” concern filled his voice, his gaze not leaving your's as you entered through the glass doors of the coffee shop.

Slightly indifferent, you walked up to the counter and nodded your head. “Just tired.” you muttered, placing your order and deciding to wait by the door as he finished it.

Skeptical, he shook his head. He knew you too well for you to still be ‘playing these games’, but oh well, it was worth a shot, you thought.

“I don't think that's it-”

“I'll be sitting at that table over there. Call me when my order is ready please and thank you.” You were quick to interrupt, smiling back at the friend as he stared at you quite confused.

He had all the right to be concerned for your well being; how couldn't he be when you had walked into his owned coffee shop looking like an absolute train wreck. It was particularly odd for someone like yourself, someone who was always cautious about their appearance, normally being well put together with nice and elegant outfits. You always kept to your image as a business woman, even outside of work.

So for you to walk in with little to no care in your hair, little to no thought into your outfit was less to say, out of character.

He prepared the cup, sealing it with the familiar cap as he placed it in the pickup table.

“L/n Y/n!” He yelled, not all too loud because he knew where you were. In response to your name, you stood up and walked over, picking up your drink and taking a sip on your walk back to the table, feeling comfort at the familiar taste.

You felt comfortable in this setting, it always felt so safe and cozy in the local cafe. The silence of others as there was only occasional chit chat along with the calm and low volumed classical music. It was relaxing to say the least.

“Hey.”

Immediately turning your head and seeing Minho sitting on the chair across from you. You took a sip as you watched his friendly eyes travel back to yours, leaning on the table and looking at you with confidence in his gaze.

“Shouldn't you be working?” You questioned quietly, trying to find the drinking hole which had been on the cap of your drink.

“I'm the owner of this place… what are they gonna do, fire me?” he responded calmly, as if he was expecting your question and had already prepared a response beforehand.

You nodded; he was right after all, he was indeed the owner and the boss of every single person who worked here despite likely being younger than the majority of customers who walked in.

The mood became awkward and tense, he could sense that you weren't in the mood for talking and he was completely understanding of it.

“Would you mind at least telling me what's wrong? We did not build years of a connection for you to walk into my cafe one day all frowny and expect me to do nothing about it. You should at least give me an explanation.”

“It's really nothing-” you started before he cupped your face and stared directly at you, refusing to break eye contact. You shoved your face away from his touch, not feeling in the mood to be toyed with by anyone let alone a male.

He grinned and nodded, standing up from the chair and pushing it back in, you watched him as he slowly made his way back to the counter, patting your head in the process. “Alright then, want me to leave you alone? Then I'll leave you alone.”

You didn't want him to leave you alone, but of course you couldn't say that after the attitude you had shown him, which you really felt bad for. He was only trying to help and you responded to that rudely. Standing up, you walked to the counter and paid, deciding to leave it at that and walk out of the shop.

_______

You were sitting on your couch, cozily wrapped around blankets as you opened your bag of chips and poured yourself some hot tea. Boba sounded nice at the moment but you were not about to order some in the weather condition of the moment, it appeared as if it would rain soon and it was quite windy, dark too.

Turning on the TV, and skipping through the movie options before deciding to just watch a drama that you had stalled on 2 months prior.

You cuddled up in between all your blankets, getting into the mood of the drama as the two main protagonists (who you shipped) were currently in a fight; in a romantic manner if that was even possible, having been rudely interrupted by the sound of knocks coming from your front door.

Picking yourself up lazily from the couch; you groaned and made your way to the peephole, looking outside and finding none other than Minho standing in the hallway of the apartment complex.

Opening the door just enough to poke your head out, he stood in front of you with a smile, holding a bouquet of roses and a bag of snacks, a boba tea in the other hand. You hesitantly opened the door allowing him to come in and smell the fresh pasta that you had recently made.

“Smells good.” He muttered, watching you nod, shut the door, and walk over to the kitchen.

“I didn’t expect you, you could’ve made me aware so I baked some cookies.” You scolded. It had become a tradition since highschool to always make cookies for one another whenever one went to the other's house, just as a treat and signature of your friendship.

He shrugged, placing the bag down on the table and setting the roses inside of your vase.

“Not necessary every time.” he said teasingly, to which you shook your head and began to get out your cookie dough and pan.

He came up behind you, taking your hand and shaking his head.

“If you wanna make some then let's do it together.”

Flinching in surprise, you took your arm away from his grip. “I have a boyfriend and you know it.” you stated, immediately watching his expression change as you slapped a hand onto your mouth, it made a sound that he knew must’ve hurt.

“Still can’t get over him huh? I watched him go off with other girls and drag you back in with sweet words every time. Now that he’s finally gone and out of your life you happen to be unable to get over him?”

You shook your head, “I don’t think that’s-”

“He broke up with you because you’re friend’s with me... Did you ever watch him reject the advances of another person? He was unloyal and you knew it yet you refused to see it.”

The words stung into you like a needle, shutting your eyes as you let his phrase sink into you.

Noticing your expression, his eyes softened as he walked near you, smiling and pushing your hair behind your ear. Bringing your face up to look at him.

“Don’t live off of lies…” He whispered, pressing your lips against his as he brought you into a warm, wet kiss. You didn’t fight back, allowing him to spend as much time as he wanted, you enjoyed his touch and always had, ever since high school.

He backed away moments later, watching you smile once again with a slight tint of red on your cheeks.

“Why are you blushing? This isn’t our first-”

“Shut up.”

You interrupted, immediately turning back to the cookie box as you removed the cookie dough and began shaping them, finding your own bag of chocolate chips and adding them, pressuring him to do the same.

He watched and smiled in a soft manner.

You were his and you always knew it.

[endataraxia]

sage forest mental institution.

chapter 2: live, and upon the rest rains death. word count: 2.3k also on AO3. here is the link.

Toby is barely even a man, having just left boyhood, with a kill count too large for even his master to keep track of.

In his hands, only just having shed his childhood’s fat, yet callused and worn from wielding weapons, he holds a syringe. Over his head looms his master, grumbling, pleased. He’s reached the point of obeying without question. The point of needing only a glance at his master and being able to discern his intentions. The point of retrieving the tranquilizer syringe, fingers brushing the pallid palm of his master’s hand, free hand simultaneously reaching for the button to call you. 

His dead expression lightens into one of an innocent boy’s, pulling his childhood exterior back up over his head. He doesn’t remember, not one bit, of who or what he was, and yet the muscles in his face pull his features back into place, back into the mold of his childhood body. 

His master vanishes as you enter the room, bright and sunny and full of the outside world’s essence. 

Calculated, the voice of a little boy leaves his lips. Words calculated, pauses, syllables, intonation, everything is calculated. His master desires, and so his master will have. 

The boy, the man, plunges the syringe in without a second thought, through the window between your hairs and your uniform, and pushes, liquid entering your bloodstream–oh, he can almost feel it flow through it himself.

And as he stands over your seemingly lifeless body, he almost desires you for himself. To grab you and run, away from his stupid colleagues, far beyond his master’s gaze, in the shadows. To have you for himself. 

You are beautiful.

“No, Toby, stupid Toby,” he scolds, hitting his own head with his fists, more of an echo of the past he can’t remember, the pain he can’t feel. But even he knows now is not the time to dilly-dally. 

He exhales forcefully. Rips the bandage off his cheek, restriction now gone. Unhinges his jaw, feels the skin and flesh tearing apart ever so slightly. Realizes how restricted the bandage does cause him to feel, and how he is now free.  

Air escapes from the thin gap between his lips, rhythmically. He chuckles, then laughs, for the first time in ages. He reaches down, still smiling, and slings your body over his shoulder. Nods once at the camera in the top corner of his room, and it blinks once in response. The door clicks unlocked, and he pushes it open to greet the new day of bloodshed.

“Took you long enough,” scoffs Tim, who takes note of the clear absence of a bandage on Toby’s cheek. “What, couldn’t just rip off the band-aid?”

“I don’t feel pain,” Toby mumbles. 

“Enough time wasted,” comes Brian’s voice from behind his frowny-faced mask. “Let’s go.” Tim snorts and places his own mask upon his face, the fit snug.

An elf bearing shocking resemblance to Link from The Legend of Zelda pops out from the camera in the hallway, dumping Toby’s things onto the ground. “Go time, go time,” snickers the elf. “Special delivery for one Tobias Rogers.”

Toby growls lowly at the mention of his full name and swipes at the elf, but the latter is quick enough to disappear back into the camera. Begrudgingly, he transfers your body to Brian’s shoulder, and speedily changes into his gear.

Mouthguard on, goggles on, hatchets in hand.

Brian returns your body to him, and strangely he feels relieved. “Go time. Master needs some extra food this time, so…”

Slaughter, massacre, and blood everywhere. 

Souls rise from the corpses,  into the monster’s gaping maw.

--

“Wakey wakey, sunshine!” Chirps a cheerful voice.

You wonder who said that. Did you fall asleep at work? 

No.

Thud. You remember now.

Your head hurts. “Ow,” you mutter as you crack your eyes open for the buzzing fluorescent lights to penetrate your retinas.

Except they don’t. The room is dim. Curtains. A dark ceiling, and a simple door to your southeast. 

And orange goggles, familiar brown eyes peeking through. And on the figure’s mouth…is that their teeth peeking through from the side of their cheek?

You scream and jerk upwards into a sitting position, immediately noting the softness of the surface you’re on and the restriction of your legs’ movements by a blanket. A bed? Why are you in an unknown room in a bed? 

“Woah, hey, hey, calm down, we’re not here to hurt you!” The same voice yelps, hands out in front of them, a poor attempt to calm you down. Toby. The same voice that asked you stupid questions and made stupid requests.

“Toby!” You exclaim. Then the gravity of the situation hits you. “What on God’s green earth–did you fucking kidnap me, Toby?”

Toby “erms” and “uh”s.

“Answer me, Toby,” your voice trembles, somewhere in between a seething rage and a beg for answers.

“I’ll, um. Uh! Haha.” He scratches his head. “I’ll let Brian answer!”

Brian is in on it too. How fucking wonderful. Absolutely marvelous, in fact. 

“BRIAN!” Hollers Toby, which startles you. No response from the former. 

Then, footsteps. Heavy. Up something creaky, perhaps stairs.

Now clothed in a bright yellow hoodie, Brian peeks in through the gap in the door. His eyes flit to Toby, then to you. “You’re awake.”

“Fucking astute, Brian,” you spit. “Why, I should sock you all in the face right about now.” Your wrists register the clear absence of ropes, or some form of binding. “But seeing as I’m not restrained right now, I’ll give you five seconds to explain what the FUCK went on in your heads. Now.”

Toby flails around, perhaps in a panic to answer within a literal five-second timespan. Brian holds a hand up to him, then opens the door. “Please, feel free.”

Your heart falls off the Grand Canyon into your stomach. “What.”

He opens the door, wider than before, with an ear-piercing creak. “Feel free, Y/N. I believe this will give you some clarity.”

This has absolutely got to be a joke, but you bolt anyways. The sheer strength in your legs startle you as they propel you off the bed, past Toby and Brian, down the stairs, down the hall, and you don’t know where you’re going. By some miracle, you make it to the front door without any sense of the house’s layout—where did they get the money for actual real estate property?--and heave it open, revealing…

Nothing. A grand sum of nothing but tall, skinny trees and grass. A forest.

I can’t afford to lose any more time. Maybe these lunatics will change their mind.

So you run, and you run and you run, lungs screaming for air, your muscles screeching for oxygen, burning from lactic acid. Past the trees, all a blur, past whatever the fuck is in this damned forest. 

You have to get back to civilization.

You almost sob in relief as you approach a large cabin after god-knows-how-long of running, so you get up on the porch and bang on the door. “Help!” You cry. “Help! I need help, please, help me!”

The door opens with a scarily familiar creak. Tim. 

“Tim?” Your eyebrows raise on their own. “Tim, what are you–”

You don’t finish your question. Toby’s head peeks over the man’s shoulder.

Fuck, I definitely ran in a circle.

You barely have any strength, but you do an exact 180-degree turn and sprint. 

And you see the same cabin. The same wood, the same shitty architecture of the building, but the back of it. 

What the fuck.

A 90-degree turn it is.

Barely a minute passes until you run onto the same porch again. 

Your lungs heave. Your legs are on fire. And so are your eyes, and your cheeks warm with a familiar salty liquid. Collapsing onto the dusty wooden flooring, you let yourself break down. What’s happening? Why is this happening?

Through the cloudiness of your tears, you make out a pair of black shoes. Leather, and polished to a shine. 

You lunge backwards as best as your burning legs will propel you in a kneeling position, and your head snaps up to meet their face.

They have no face. HE has no face. 

White, ghastly skin, with indents and bumps for facial features. As you open your mouth to scream, though your vocal cords may not allow you to, hands grab ahold of your skull. You don’t recognize the scream you hear, but your throat hurts, and you conclude that it must be your own. 

But oh, the emotions you’re feeling. Is this love? Care, compassion. For whom?

For my servants. The words, weighed by gravitas, force their way into your head. 

Servants?

Treat them.

Abhorrence. An abhorrence so powerful you feel your hand fly to your mouth, and warm liquids flowing through the gaps in your fingers, down the gap between your palm and your chin. Are you throwing up? But oh, why did you ever try to run away? Why would you ever leave your patients? 

Work is stressful. The pay is shit. The world is insufferable, the doctors at work even more so. How the world had hurt you. How deep the scars it left are. Your parents, they were good for nothing. Your memories fly through your head, comically akin to a video tape. Nothing you see is good. All of it, horrific. 

The buzzing in your head that you never notice finally lifts. And you hear a foreign sobbing, coming right out of your vomit-stained mouth. 

The last thing you remember through your blurry vision is clinging onto a man’s neck, one who smells suspiciously like Tim, a flash of yellow, and the chattering of someone else’s voice, choppy words that you barely-register.

--

The same figure appears in your fevered dreams. You squirm and you writhe, cold sweat dripping down your temples and cheeks, but you’re unsure if that’s within the dream or with your real body. But the lines between waking and sleeping blur, and you wonder if this is the sleep paralysis that some patients mention, and for a brief moment you irrationally wonder if you’re becoming criminally insane too. 

Static numbs and blurs your thoughts, engulfing them with foreign obsessions and compulsions. They’re unclear at first, but your brain seems to still be somewhat functioning as it deciphers the strange intrusive thoughts for you.  

They are ill. They are in need of treatment. Only you can provide that.

“I don’t want to.”

Your throat burns, and you spring up, darting to something, anything, and hurl. When you come to, you’re stooped over the porcelain of a toilet bowl. 

Something looms behind you.

--

Since then, every time you have tried to rebel against these strange compulsions that came to you every five minutes, you’ve either thrown up, passed out, or found yourself before the toilet bowl, dry heaving. 

You’ve taken the last remaining room in the shithole of a house. “It’s never been there before,” Toby had pointed out. Strange. Then he added, “You can have it.” As you peeked into the room, you found that it bore a horrifying resemblance of your old, childhood room.

And now, you stare down the horrifying face of a pale, nearly white-skinned man with long hair dark as ebony, unnerving, unblinking eyes, and a smile carved into his face. 

He stares you down, too. Raises a hand, and, as if prevented from hitting you by some invisible force, recoils, and crumples to the ground.

That same compulsion takes over your skull. Without thinking, the words fall from your mouth. “Hey, are you okay?” Your hand appears before you, outstretched to the man.

He swats it away forcefully, jet black irises glaring back at you. You stare into the abyss, and it stares back at you. You’re nearly lost in there, till he gets up shakily and mutters a weak “Fuck off,” then trudges away.

He’s a weird guy, but something tells you that you’ll see more of him later on.

Just as he disappears from your sight, your stomach rumbles at an embarrassing volume. Shit. Have you even eaten in the past 24 hours, not including the time you spent passed out?

Wandering around an unfamiliar house isn’t one of your usual pastimes, but when necessary, apparently it is. You scour the rooms for something remotely akin to a pantry, until you come across a kitchen with a refrigerator. Oh, how many things it must hold, the treasure chest of solutions to your problems.

You open its door, and– nothing. Nothing in the cooling section. 

Sighing, you close the door and open the freezer section, and you’re met with a ton of red meat. Beef, perhaps? Just as you lean in to take a closer look, the door slams close.

You whip around, and your eyes are met with black.

No, not black, exactly, but black cotton in the shape of a hoodie. A very, very large hoodie. Your eyes trail upwards, and the cavity they meet reminds you of the eyes of the strange, pale man from before. Except this time, they leak a strange dark liquid over a dark gray surface. Skin. The monster’s (?) features are inhuman, with sharp shark-like teeth bared at you, darker gray lips drawn back to reveal a snarl. 

“You shouldn’t be snooping around in there,” rumbles a deep voice, deeper than that of the strange faceless man’s. The figure towers over you, eyes or lack thereof staring into your soul. You wonder what kind of expression you might be making right about now, but it seems that it’s exactly what causes the figure to draw back. 

“Sorry,” it mutters. “Just don’t do it again.”

In a daze, you walk away to the sound of human organs being devoured– that’s what you realize they are, in hindsight, in the fog of your dissociation.

He’s probably not human. They’re all murderers. HE is not human, and you’re in danger.

[sunboki]

lee felix x gn. reader

request . hello! congrats on 2k 🥰 for the event, may I request physical touch with felix in the form of a drabble please? thank you :D

word count . 418 words

notes . so sorry sweet nonnie, i happened to delete your ask but here’s physical touch w/ lix :)

— event masterlist

felix has always been “attached”, most everyone knew that. though once you started dating, the attachment multiplied tenfold if you thought that was even possible. now at first glance it might seem annoying, but your boyfriend is nothing but a sweetie pie in your eyes.

take this evening for example, seated between your lover's legs while he shovels takeout into his mouth — an option that if he hadn’t been so exhausted from recording would’ve been disregarded and quickly replaced by his own cooking instead. eleven pm on a tuesday however was an exception, including all the cheesy necessities a couple would usually do while watching romantic movies.

except, the romantic movies weren’t actually romantic movies, more like legally blonde that lix had begged to watch with you recently, claiming he “missed the bend and snap” that sent you about pissing yourself on the floor; the blonde glaring his nonsensical stare.

“what if i did that.” he suddenly mumbles, eyes darting from the screen displaying elle woods strutting into law school in neon pink wear to where you sat between his legs.

wearing a confused expression, you try figuring out what exactly he was referring to before being abruptly answered.

“wear all pink, no, neon pink for our next comeback.”

“you’re kidding.”

“you wish.” stupid smirk tugging at one side of his ever kissable lips, you’re fast to pull away from his grip, covering your mouth while hunkering down to snort with laughter.

reminding, he reaches for your wrist, pulling you back into his embrace that ushers a short gasp of surprise.

“no — you can’t leave me ��-“ he whines his displeasure, frowny face earning your amused coo. snuggled into his warmth for a second time, his hands reach for your chest, squeezing the supple skin beneath his fingers while quietly humming to himself. nothing suggestive, like a cat kneading a pillow. habits you can’t seem to resist.

“you can’t keep me here all night, y'know.” used to this, you huff a sigh, relaxing in his hold you know you’ll be stuck in for far too long to be healthy.

“i can, and i will.”

“all night? you sure?”

“yep.”

you lose track of time, feeling your eyes drift you away off to sleep alongside the fleeting thought of tomorrow morning surrounded by leftover trays and opened cans.

yet upon waking up to his arm loosely wrapped around your waist, you can’t bring yourself to leave his grasp, craving the touch you’d been deprived of. comfy, the opportunity only existing until your partner wakes up. till then, you’ll take advantage.

all rights reserved by @sunboki. repost and plagiarism will not be tolerated.

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 3 - Orchard

Content includes: Cater x reader, established relationship, gender neutral reader, "darling" and "doll" used as pet names, mostly angsty but fluffy at the end I promise, Cater is mildly toxic (it's not that bad I swear)

It was the first day of fall when Cater approached you about a date idea. He wanted to take you to an orchard. When you ask why, all he told you was that it would be the perfect spot to take cute Magicam pictures. Before you could ask anymore clarifying questions, he kissed you on the cheek and walked off, telling you he’d text you about the details once he sorted them out. 

You got that text about a day later, which meant that this date was officially set. Cater had gotten permission to leave campus with you for the day, and that was that. All that was left was to wait for your date to arrive. 

A sigh escapes your throat as you think about your future date. You and Cater had been dating for a while now, and you absolutely adore him. However, it seemed like every date you went on had something to do with Magicam. It hadn’t bothered you at first, assuming he would drop the habit as your relationship got more serious, but that day never came. To you, it almost felt like he was using you as an excuse to post cute date photos. 

You’re quick to push that thought away. Of course he wouldn’t do such a thing. Sure, Cater loved taking pictures for Magicam, but he would never use you like that… right? You sigh again, shaking your head to clear your thoughts. This should not be worrying you as much as it is. Hopefully you get over it by the time your date comes around. 

A couple of weeks go by, and our negative thoughts have not, in fact, gone away. If anything, they’ve gotten much, much worse. Anytime you’ve spent with Cater since he’s brought up the orchard has been spent with him raving about how cute his pictures are going to look and how many likes he’s going to get. All you can do is sit there and nod along, hoping he doesn’t see how upset you are. 

You arrive at the mirror early in the morning, and Cater is already waiting for you. He’s dressed in his most Magicamable fall outfit. He looks absolutely stunning, as always, and even as your negative thoughts plague you, you still can’t help but admire him. 

“All ready to go?” He asks, holding out his hand to you. You nod, taking his hand as he leads you through the mirror. 

After a couple seconds, you find yourself standing outside the gates of a nice looking apple orchard, still holding Cater’s hand. 

“Isn’t this place just absolutely darling? I told you you’d like it.” Keeping a gentle grip on your hand, Cater tugs you along through the front entrance. You follow along, admiring the scenery before you. 

Almost immediately, Cater lets go of your hand to take out his phone. You shove your hands into the pockets of your jacket, already feeling upset. You knew this was coming eventually, but you didn’t think he’d start this early. He’s barely even paying attention to you anymore, too absorbed in trying to capture the perfect angle for his pictures. 

After he’s snapped at least a dozen pictures, he turns back to you, practically shoving his phone in your face. “Okay, I need you to look at these for me before I post them. Obviously, they all look amazing, but could you help me pick out the best… ones?”

He stutters on the last word, pulling down his phone to look you in the eyes. “Doll, what’s wrong. You’re all frowny. Is it too cold?”

You shake your head, trying your best to smile. It’s forced and doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Cater puts his phone in his pocket, using both of his hands to gently cup your cheeks. His hands are warm, and are a nice contrast to the crisp air surrounding you. 

“Darling, please tell me what’s wrong? I can’t help if you don’t tell me.” He sounds so sincere, like he genuinely has no clue what he’s been doing. It almost makes you feel like you’re the one in the wrong for being so torn up over this. 

Before you can doubt yourself, you decide to just tell him, spilling all of your pent up feelings from the past few weeks. Cater listens intently, still holding your face. His gaze is firm at first, but you can see it weaken the more you go on. Eventually, you finish pouring your heart out to him, and he pulls away from you. The loss of his warmth reminds you of just how cold it is out here, and you can’t help but miss him. 

“Oh, Darling, I… I’m so, so sorry for making you feel that way. I had no idea. Really, I honestly didn’t notice. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Did I make you feel like you couldn’t? You can always talk to me…”

He stands there, frozen as he rambles. It’s always been a habit of his, rambling when he’s stressed out or nervous. It’s usually quite cute, but it’s hard  to watch when it’s kind of your fault. 

You walk up to him, wrapping your arms around him. He shuts up immediately, his hands hovering around you, not quite sure what to do. After a moment, he hugs you back, and you can feel all of the tension in his body melt away. You stand like that for a moment, relaxing in each other’s presence. 

Eventually, he pulls away, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Really, I am sorry. About the pictures, and making you feel like you couldn’t come talk to me, and not noticing sooner. I promise I’ll get better at… all of that.”

You smile, accepting his apology. One of your hands comes up to grab his hand from your shoulder, bringing it down and threading your fingers between his. You really don’t know why you waited so long to tell him how you were feeling. He’s always been a sweetheart, so of course this is no different. 

“Well, while we’re here, why don’t we go walk. And, I promise, no more pictures. Just you and me enjoying this adorable orchard, okay?”

And that’s how you spend the rest of your day. No phones, just walking around, occasionally picking an apple or two. Around lunch, you stop in a nice open area for a picnic, which was provided by the orchard owners for their patrons. It was the best date you’d ever been on, and you make a mental note to come back here with him again. You’re glad this all worked out in the end. 

(And, if you silently took out your phone and took a sneaky picture of Cater during your picnic while he wasn’t looking, well, no one can prove anything. Not even when you later set it as your wallpaper when you get home.)

[madame-fear]

OO

Can I have the reader comforting Aemond after…you know.

I don’t mind a little angst

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— ☆ amira speaks : BABYGIRL 💕💕 as a Lucerys girl picture me aggressively typing this while violently wiping my tears lmao. Enjoy this my wifey !! ♡ — summary : [ — ✧ request ] you comfort your betrothed, Aemond, after provoking war on Storm's End. — word count : 1.2k

— pairing : aemond targaryen x reader — genre : hurt/comfort, fluff, slight angst

The sound of crackling fire coming from the fireplace was the only echoing sound in your private quarters as you sat on a wooden chair in front of it, quietly reading a book; occasionally adding to the sound of fire, the sound of the flipping pages from your book.

Quite some time had passed since Aemond, your betrothed, had gone with Vhagar to Storm's End in search for Lord Borros' support to the Green Team of House Targaryen as to have more allies. Nerves had began getting the best of you, overwhelming the thoughts that crossed your mind with the absolute worst of situations — but you had decided to wait for him by reading a book, and distracting your mind from it.

Abruptly, a soft, yet seemingly desperate knocking interrupted your silent reading. Lifting your sight from the book that was placed on top of your lap, you stared at the door curiously. “Come in.” you shouted in a soothing voice tone, but vehement enough for the other person knocking to hear it.

The door was swiftly and suddenly opened the second you allowed the person to enter. You encountered yourself with none other than Aemond himself. His face was tinted by a certain frowny, concerned expression, and the entirety of his body was fully wet: body, hair, clothing, absolutely everything from him. Your eyes widened with surprise at the sight of him and you rapidly stood from your seat, leaving the book you were reading on top of the wooden chair.

“Aemond, you returned! I was growing worried for you already, my love.” you keenly ran towards him as you greeted. But suddenly, you stopped at noticing his lack of response, not even a brief grin. His entire self seemed paralysed, and shocked by something. Even, his breathing seemed increased. Furrowing your eyebrows, you cautiously approached him, daintly placing your warm hands on his arms. “Are you alright, my prince? Did something happen?” you cooed softly.

“Lucerys Velaryon.” he breathed out, gazing down at you with his eyes. The furrow on your eyebrows provoked a crease in between them. “Yes, what about Lucerys?” you inquired softly, as Aemond with trembling hands took a desperate hold of your waist. He seemed absolutely dumbfounded, aghast. A mix of emotions overwhelmed him.

“I... I have killed Lucerys Velaryon.” he spurred out. At hearing his statement, your eyes widened with great surprise. Was he being serious? You thought to yourself. A vast amount of concern yet confusion began washing over you, trying to comprehend the situation. “You did what?” you asked him, not believing what was happening lifting your eyebrows. For a brief moment, you closed your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose, utterly uncertain of what to do.

The death of Lucerys Velaryon was simply going to worsen the already complicated relationship with his family, and you knew that. “My love, please let's take a seat and explain me what happened.” aemond didn't think much of your suggestions, he simply did as you told, and you lead him to a seat in front of your own by taking soft hold of his hand.

Aemond carefully took a seat in front of the very own chair you previously sat on as you awaited for him, resting one of his arms in the underarm of the wooden chair. In a delicate movement, you sat on top of his leg, and slided your hand through his back, rubbing it. “I couldn't take control of Vhagar, outside of Storm's End.” he mumbled under his breath. His gaze moved from staring at the crackling fire, to your very own eyes, finding some sort of soothing comfort. Some sort of guilt made him choke on the own words that got stuck on his throat trying to explain to you the situation.

As he spoke, one of his arms began snaking it's way to take hold o your waist. “Vhagar ate Lucerys, and I could see how she ripped apart Arrax.” a quivering sigh of concern escaped your lips. Things wouldn't get any better after this, you knew, but at the moment nothing else but wholeheartedly comforting him mattered to you.

Without being able to help it, your arms both held a tight grip around his body, and warmly embraced him as you rested your head on the crook of his neck. “Everything will be alright, my sweet prince.” it didn't take long for him to return the embrace you gave him, melting at the feeling of your warmth you irradiated. The softness of your cooing tone brought a sense of comfort to him, even if he was still appalled from everything that had happened in Storm's End. The only thing he had wished to do, was scare Lucerys as some sort of vengeance for taking his eye out when they were children, but he had never expected for Vhagar to react in such way.

One of your hand softly ascended to cup his cheek which was still wet with some drops of water from the rain, and you leaned your face as to place some tender kisses on his promiment jawline. A quivering sigh escaped from him, fluttering his eye shut at the way you took care of him. The grip he had on your waist with both his arms tightened, pulling you closer to his chest as if his life depended on you.

With little pecks all over his jawline, your lips travelled to meet several zones on his cheek, and then you couldn't help but kiss the corner of his rosy lips with a fervid need of showering him in love. “No matter whatever happens next after this, I will firmly stand by your side to defend your rights, and those of your family.” you whispered to him, caressing his cheek with the tip of your thumb.

There wasn't anything that he could crave for more, that the warmth of your comfort, the cooing words that graced off your beauteous lips, and your touch. “I love you, (y/n).” he whispered back, placing his own shaky hand on top of the one you used to cup his cheeks as you showered him with unconditional, supporting love. “And there isn't anyone whom I could possibly wish by my side, but you.” those words escaped from him naturally, making his need for your comfort more than obvious. Meanwhile, your lips met all the exposed zones of his skin, demonstrating how in deep love you were with him despite the things he could've done, or that would happen in consequence of his very own actions.

The piercing shock remaining on him, leaving the One Eyed Prince utterly horrified. But leisurely he gave into your comforting touch, feeling vulnerable under your tenderness, and care.

Aemond couldn't revert what had happened in Storm's End, however, you were enough to provide him with courage and determination of the upcoming war that would come along the death of Prince Lucerys Velaryon. And you would be the one that he will always cling to in search of emotional support, as bad as the situation was.

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[jentledaisies]

NOW LOADING. . . THE FIRST KISS

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✎ in which you share a kiss and fall deeper into her fairytail WARNINGS .ᐟ ⤷ Stockholm Syndrome, unhealthy relationships, accidental kisses (it's all consensual dw), mentions of the mafia, violence, & blood (nothing graphic)

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy, but fantasized in a romantic way for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of the said situation immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so. ↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise.

[KIM JISOO]

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It had been two weeks since that day when you accepted the relationship with Jisoo. And for a whole week, everything was great! In fact, everything was still great and Jisoo showered you with love every chance she got, working hard to get you to love her as well. But over the course of the last seven days, she no longer got the chance to. You would tend to wake up pretty early in the morning as you loved seeing the sunrise, Jisoo would already be out of the house by that time, leaving a note about an important meeting. Sometimes you waited up to welcome her home but would fall asleep on the couch after the clock hit midnight. The only way you even knew she came home was that you woke up in your own bed with a note with a simple frowny face next to you.

And on the days she did come home? She'd storm upstairs into her office, the only room you were never allowed in. Some days, her fellow member and gang leader, Jennie, would also come with her, softly greeting you and sending you a smile before joining your girlfriend in the office, anxious murmurs coming through the doors late into the night. Two other members, Lisa and Rosé, also would join the other two often, but usually, those days were filled with heated arguments coming from the room. Loud thumps and slams coming from the room, sounds of the members hitting the floors or walls with anger. One time gunshots rang out, and from then on, you made all the members lock their guns into a safe before entering to office.

Jisoo made an effort to spend time with you, of course, but whenever she would sit with you while you read, she'd be typing away furiously at her laptop. Any words that may have been born into the air were shot down by her, demanding peace as she hacked away. Even the TV wasn't allowed to be on, and if it was, it had to be muted so she could focus.

If you were being completely honest, you were starting to feel lonely. After letting Jisoo into your heart you found out she truly was cold-hearted, yet she still cared for you. She had grown on you, despite her rude and pessimistic outlook. She'd care for you with that cold heart of hers, and warmth was rare, but you weren't expecting that. She loved and cared for you in her own way and that made you care for her the same. With that care you felt however, you had grown more and more curious about her job.

You knew she was in the mafia, it didn't take a genius to figure that out, she came home drenched in blood almost every day. You knew that she was a hacker, she had told you this after taking you, wanting to be honest with you. And, recently, due to her newly busy schedule, you found out that she was sort of the hacking leader, and one of the inner members with the other three girls that visited. And yet, you found yourself not caring, only wanting to find a way to help her relax, to show her your care for her even a little.

So when you had heard her let out a frustrated scream whilst in her office and you were about to start cooking, you came up with a brilliant plan. See, because Jisoo was so busy, she didn't get to eat with you, instead, she'd come downstairs and grab her portion of the food you made (after Jisoo found out your joy for cooking, she let Mi-Rae go) and would dash back to her study. It truly was the worst part about this, you had come to really enjoy sitting with her, whether it be over food or drinks.

It had started snowing yesterday, coating Seoul in the icy white powder, and with the large penthouse you lived in, the view was beautiful. You had made hot cocoa last night while waiting for Jisoo and you just watched the snowfall onto the lights of the city, it was truly a calming sight. So, with the idea of cozying up to Jisoo with some hot cocoa as the snow created a white halo on the world, you start making the warm drinks.

Jisoo doesn't look up as her door silently opens, but her annoyed groan lets you know that she knows you're there.

"Darling, I distinctly remember telling you not to come in here." Her voice is cold and the word 'Darling' sounds more like a scolding than a pet name.

"I- uh- I saw the snow and I just thought, maybe we could watch it together and maybe cuddle?" Your voice is shaky and timid as you speak, now second-guessing your actions. She lets out a harsh scoff at your offer while signing another paper and placing it on the completed pile.

"Watch the snow? Cuddle? My darling, take a look at the work I have to do. We can do those later when I'm not in the middle of helping Jennie negotiate a potential gang war." She proceeds to scribble her signature onto another paper, grabbing another as she places that one away.

Feeling a little bolder you step a little further into the darkroom, “I know you have a lot of work, but dear, you need a break, you've been working so hard, slaving away at the computers, a five-minute break won't hurt you. Come watch the snow with me, let your mind clear a bit.”

Another harsh laugh leaves her lips as she mocks you. “I’m busy. Stop bothering me and go watch the snow alone. That’s final.”

Your shoulders deflate but you nod silently before realizing she’s not even looking at you. You still walk forward until you're standing next to her at her desk and place the cup of cocoa next to her. She presses a light kiss on your arm next to her head in thanks and you smile knowing that even though she was harsh, she still loved you just the same. However, you assume she thought you had moved away after you pulled your hand back, but you had wanted to give her a hug instead, leaning down as she turned to stand up. Your lips press together in an awkward smush, noses clashing and eyes widening as you both realize the kiss currently happening.

Jisoo pulls away after a flash of a second, her eyes widening in panic as she grows afraid. Sure, the two of you had grown much more affectionate in the past couple of weeks, hugs being shared here and there, and even on very special occasions, kisses on the cheek. Before Jisoo can worry even more about overstepping your boundaries, you grab her by the back of her neck and pull her in for a real kiss this time. She freezes for a moment, but that hesitance leaves her in a flash.

Her arms are wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, her lips devouring your own as though she was a woman starved. Her lips discover your own with fervent enthusiasm, her hands a vice grip on your waist, pulling you flush to her. You also find yourself falling into the viper hold her kisses held before a fantastic idea crossed your mind.

You allowed yourself to indulge in the poisonous aphrodisia until the two of you pulled away for air. A coy smirk formed on your lips, and you escaped her arms to run so that the desk was in-between the both of you. Jisoo is snapped out of the daze the kisses had put her in, and she looks panicked before seeing your smug look and hearing the words coming from your mouth.

"I'll give you more kisses if you agree to take a break with me."

She rolled her eyes, "Five minutes."

"Make that ten and you can have those kisses."

She grumbled a little under her breath before stepping up into your space, her lips ghosting over yours once again. "Very well, Darling. I'll let you have this small victory."

Your eyes flutter closed at her sensual tone and as soon as she finished her sentence, her lips once again crash onto yours. It's only moments before you're pulling away, a teasing smile on your face as you waltz out of the room with your mug of cocoa.

"Don't forget to grab your cocoa! I worked very hard on it!" You sang over your shoulder.

"Yes Dear, I'm sure it was very difficult to pour the powder into the hot milk." She scoffed but grabbed her drink anyway and followed you out the door, a fond smile ghosting her lips.

[KIM JENNIE]

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Jennie is a sweetheart. That much is undeniable. When she’ll take care of you when you’re in a bad mood by bringing you loads of your favorite foods, doing all your favorite activities with you, even if she hates how ‘cute’ you think the main girl in your favored tv series is. She’ll drive hours to bring you a piece of your hometown when you are feeling homesick; food or maybe flowers from your favorite shop growing up, Mrs. Jang’s special black bean noodles that never taste like other places. She’ll ensure you’re happy and cozy, And for as cozy and content you were...you weren't happy. Jennie was sweet, that was true, but now that you said yes to having a relationship, it felt like she was simply trying to buy you into loving her. It didn't feel right.

Now you loved that she tried to bring you pieces of your home, you really did, but that wasn't all she bought. I mean, that was really only a small portion of what she bought. The newest makeup line from all the luxury brands that she could find, they laid on your vanity and took up all the space in the drawers, there's an entire room in the apartment, filled with everything that couldn't fit, and besides the products you use in your daily routine, (and a couple you just found really pretty and wanted to try) they were all unopened. It made you feel quite guilty just having them, yet Jennie ignores your protests always.

You had needed to get a new wardrobe, given how she had essentially kidnapped you, and you had pointed out three outfits from a magazine ad. Three. The next day she brought in the entire line for that season and the unreleased next two. And from there, she kept buying and buying and buying. And while you did enjoy getting new clothes, a luxury you didn't have often before meeting her, it was quite overwhelming to suddenly have more clothes than the biggest department store.

It was all very sweet, in theory. But you no longer felt like she cared about actually winning your affections, only buying them. She'd spend all day at work, possibly getting hurt, and she'd never even tell you. There would be days when you'd only see her for maybe ten minutes. But when you did see her, even for ten minutes, she's gifting you thousands, if not millions, of dollars in clothes, makeup, jewelry, food, etc. Just seeing the amount of money she spent on you, hoping to make you love her, made you feel sick to your stomach.

It was another night like this, Jennie was out working, and you had fallen asleep somewhere after midnight, worry taking you out. It wasn't like you had a phone to call her or even text her, you were just left worrying for her. Falling asleep was hard, and yet you were able to manage it...by wearing a sweater you stole from her closet. It was laughable really, how attached you had managed to become to her, your kidnapper. Or was she your savior? She did save you from that horrible life as a captive under watch.

Soft shoves wake you from your slumber, in which you debated the moral greyness of your girlfriend, only to wake up to her wide smiling face. Sleep blurred your eyes, but you could still see how dark it was outside the windows as you sat up.

"Jennie? Did you just get in? What time is it?" You go to rub at your eye but she grabs your hand and yanks you out of your bed before you can.

"Ah no, I actually got off work a couple hours ago but then I caught onto something and I had to get it. It's 3am, Love." She was practically vibrating as she gives little hops, her smile wide. Now that you were a little more awake thanks to the shock of her pulling you out of bed, you noticed the large cut on her cheekbone, held together with a bandage soaked in red.

"Oh no! Did you fall asleep in my hoodie because you ran out of things to wear? It's good I ordered new ones for you then. They'll arrive tomorrow but in the meantime try this on, I want to see if I should get you the collection." Jennie shoves a bundle of silk in your arms, turning you to face the bathroom and pushing you towards it.

"No, wait..." You turn to face Jennie again but she gasps before you can speak.

"Oh! Don't forget these!" And suddenly there's a pair of heels on top of the clothes and you're being pushed into the bathroom, the door shutting before you can even register it.

With a sigh you strip and change into the dress, you hated to say it, but it looked stunning on you. And the gloves she had given you worked amazingly with them. There was no way in hell you'd put heels on right now. You step out of the bathroom, arms crossed over your chest and a frown on your face, but Jennie looks elated nonetheless.

"Oh, it looks perfect! I mean, of course, it does, what am I saying? It's you. Ah, but you should really try the shoes on with it-"

"Ok, stop!" Jennie froze at your yell, looking surprised as you moved forward so you're standing in front of her. "It's 3am, there will be no heels right now. So, instead, how about telling me what's going on? You weren't like this before. You had me for four months, and you never acted as distant as you are now, no matter how I tried to get away."

"Love, I have no idea what you're talking about. I just want to spoil you." Jennie scoffed nervously, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers, until you step so close to her that your breaths mingle, your eyes glaring at her.

"Don't fucking lie to me, Jennie, I agreed to be your girlfriend, not your sugar baby." You nearly growled, letting out a sigh and stepping back when her face dropped. "I just- this isn't the you I saw for the first four months, and I'm not trying to say that in four months I suddenly knew everything about you but, I don't think you worked so hard on winning me over just to play dress up."

Jennie looks down, her hands folding behind her back.

"Do you want us to stop this? Give you more time to get used to me?"

"No!" Her head snaps up, arms coming to circle your waist and pull you flush to her in seconds, her eyes teary. "Don't ever say you're gonna leave me. Don't ever leave me."

Your eyes searched hers, your chests rising and falling and your breath mingling with hers and falling over your lips. It took a minute, but realizing the position the two of you were in, Jennie drops her arms and takes a step back from you with a small 'Sorry'.

"Then tell me what's going on then. What happened?"

"I-I just." Jennie stutters a bit, her voice faltering. "Everyone I've ever known, aside from my sisters, have only ever feared me. Even my own mafia members, as loyal as they are, are afraid of me. And anyone I've ever loved as more has only ever loved my money. And I definitely don't want you to ever fear me, I want you to love me."

She looks ashamed of herself, her cheeks puffed cutely as she trails off. And suddenly it makes total sense! She doesn't believe anyone will love her romantically unless she buys them into staying. And she just wants you to stay with her. You can basically feel as you melt at her words and cute persona. You knew who she was, what she was like, her reputation and power, and consequently her wealth. So how could you possibly be so naive to ignore the possibilities of how that affected her in her personal life? You frown in guilt at her seemingly wilted form, frowning in a pout as she holds back tears in embarrassment. You step forward after the first sniff, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks so she looks at you.

"You don't need to buy me, Jen, I like you. I want you to be my girlfriend. And yeah, I like gifts every now and then, but at this point, it feels like a transaction, not a relationship."

"B-But I can get you whatever you want! I can buy you anything! Really! So don't worry about anything else and just- just stay with me. Please." Jennie begs you, her frown heavy.

"Oh, Jen..." You brush your thumb over her cheek, making that split decision in that very second to step forward and press your lips to hers. She responds immediately, her lips gentle on yours and her hands soft, like she was holding herself back. It was soft and gentle, and though you knew it wouldn't stay that way, that she'd turn back into the possessive woman who stole you away all for herself, you found yourself smiling at the thought of that. At the thought of truly and totally being hers. Suddenly, as her lips were pressed to yours in a sweet, addicting, kiss, you didn't think that would be a bad thing. You found yourself wanting her to own you.

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

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Rain. Chaeyoung hated the rain. She fucking despised it with everything in her. It was cold and wet and made it way too difficult for her to do her job. I mean, she was still able to carry out all missions, solo and otherwise, successfully and achieve everything as normal, but the rain created so many difficulties for her. It's seen as weird in the mafia world, but all the leaders of BP cared deeply for their members, and the rain created dangerous situations during all missions. Every day when she came home she was soaked, her clothes drenched, any blood that had gotten on her dripping down with the water onto the floor, that was just awkward to explain to the cleaning employees. And yet, every single fucking day when it's raining, her girlfriend can be found opening all curtains and windows, the marble floors becoming soaked from the rain blowing in. She loved her, that wasn't a debate but fuck was this habit of yours annoying as hell. Especially when you decide to sit and watch the floor get soaked isn't enough. You feel the need to get up, play music, and dance in the rain.

Why the fuck did you feel the need to do that? Chaeyoung didn't know.

Like now. It's 7am, why were you dancing on the balcony when you woke up two minutes ago? Her working theory was that you were either stupid or a psycho.

"Sweets? What are you doing? Come inside." Chaeyoung calls out to you from inside the apartment, adjusting the guns in her holster as she gets ready to go to work.

"Why? It's so nice out here!" You twirled around, your pajamas sticking to your body like glue. "Come dance with me! You definitely can't drive right now."

Chaeyoung lets out a small smile as you slip, little, gorgeous giggles falling from you as you do. Lightning flashes in the sky above you, thunder rumbling like a drum making Chaeng a little worried but you keep dancing anyway. You give a large twirl, splashes of water spraying Chaeyoung slightly. She swipes the droplets from her arms, a small grimace falling on her lips. You laugh again, closer now, and Chaeyoung looks up to see you smiling at her, hands behind your back.

"Wha-" Chaeyoung starts to ask you what's up, but your arms snip out to wrap around one of hers. Within a flash you're pulling her out into the rain, her shirt sticking to her torso and her hair flattening down until she was glaring at you while looking like a grumpy, soaked cat.

"Literally what the actual fuck?" She makes a face at you, but you are too busy laughing to notice.

"Oh, come on! Just dance with me." You grab her hands to guide them around your waist, laying your head on her chest and feeling her heartbeat speed up.

"Oh, come on! you can't seriously be nervous from me hugging you still." You laugh as you look up at her, going to pull away to spin but she holds you tight and fast. She looks down at you, her eyes conflicted.

Chaeyoung knew you were beautiful but, fuck, you were absolutely gorgeous. You were soaked, yet you looked like a goddess, instead of a wet cat (like her). You were glowing as you danced in the lightning, your eyes more electric than the thousands of volts sent down from the heavens. Your laugh was addicting, so much so that being stuck in the horrid rain faded away in her mind because you were happy. And Chaeng was always a tad dramatic, so of course, now was the most perfect time.

She moved forward, her lips crashing on yours, and you felt like lightning had struck you. Your body felt anticipation for it, your stomach jelly from it all. Your heart thundered against your chest, the lightning in your stomach growing stronger. As you deepened the kiss, the clouds in your head grew hazier, but the sun grew stronger and turned you golden. When the two of you pulled away for air, your lungs constricted, you needed her lips on yours again. How could you possibly live without her? How could you have ever been so hesitant to be with her?

"I love you," Chaeyoung spoke quickly, her words falling faster than the water around you. "I know you're not there yet, and I'm okay with that. I can wait. But you need to know, every time I've told you that, and every time I say it, I mean it with everything in me. I love you. I love you."

She rested her head on yours, murmuring a few more times. "I love you. I'll never let you go. I fucking love you."

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

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What the hell were you supposed to do? Lalisa Manobal, your girlfriend, the woman who kidnapped you simply to confess her love and "protect" you, speaks of her undying love for you at every chance. Who waited months for you to even glance her way after her confession, was fucking shy. Ok fine, maybe she wasn't ready to make that move and kiss you yet. That was fine, you would be fine with that if that was the case. But it wasn't. Instead, she'd start to lean in to kiss you, start to make that move, then she'd shrink away. She'd stop. Hell, even when it came to touching you, she gets shy. She'll put her arm around you and then take it off at least thirty times in a minute. Eventually, she just leaves the room altogether with a red face.

So, what did you do? You decided to make the move yourself. But discreetly, of course. Lisa clearly wanted to be the one in charge, right?

You walked down the stairs, seemingly innocently but as soon as your eyes landed on Lisa sitting on the couch, your eyes locked like you were looking at a target. You skip over to her and plop down onto the couch, hovering close to her but far away enough so that she needs to make the move to hold on to you. Well, literally at least. She holds you with everything in her and would probably die if you ever successfully escaped. But instead of wrapping arms around your or even holding your hands, she lightly shifts away, as if to give you more space. Your shoulders slumped a little, but you remained determined.

"So what are you watching, Babe?" You question casually, leaning a bit closer to her. Her shoulders immediately stiffen and her eyes dart around nervously.

"Lisa?" You back off, wondering if you were too direct.

"D-Did you just call me 'Babe'?" She stutters out, looking at you as she lowers the volume on the T.V, the couple on-screen arguing a little quiet.

"Yeah, is that okay?" You look at her, a little afraid you made a mistake that she'll yell at you about, like that time you tried to cook for her and she walked in on you with a knife in your hands.

"No, that's perfectly okay...um, w-why did you call me that?"

"Well, you're I'm dating you now. And people who are in relationships with each other have pet names for their lover." You speak matter of factly, looking straight at her, wanting to look in her eyes. "It's not the most creative, but I've always loved calling the people I date 'Babe' or 'Baby'. Of course, my ex hated when I called her that, said it was 'too basic' for her."

Her eyes flashed possessively and you shivered at the dark look that crossed behind it. "Don't you dare mention anyone who's not my sisters near me. You belong to me, nobody else matters in your life but me!"

"Ok, I'm sorry." You placed a hand on her arm to placate her. "But is it ok for me to call you that?"

Her eyes changed suddenly, looking towards you pleadingly, "Please, call me yours. Make me yours. That's all I want."

Your eyes widened as you realized exactly what was happening. And then, they fell into a pleased smile. Here you were assuming that she wanted to be in charge. But no, she wants to keep you, she wants you to be in charge of her. This pleased you very much.

Your hand snatched out to hold her chin in between your thumb and forefinger, holding her fast as she stared in shock.

"Was this what you wanted, baby?" You draw her closer, so close that your breath ghosts over her lips. "Want me to own you. Own how you love me? Is that it?"

"Please." Her breaths were heavy, her eyes hooded now in desire.

One look at her reaction was all it took, no more waiting for her to lead. You lean forward, placing a slight peck to her lips- a chaste kiss, chuckling as her lips push out to ask for more.

"Now now, behave." You tut softly as you pull your hand away, watching in smug happiness as she pouts.

After watching her pout in silence for a little longer, you lean forward again, now resting your hand on her jaw, connecting your lips to hers again. She responds immediately, her lips soft but insistent on yours, happy little hums leaving her. She kisses you happily, relieved to finally have your lips on hers, her heart doing flips and twirls in her chest, her really starting to believe she has you. Happy knowing she could keep you safe forever now while having you love her exactly how she wants you to.

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[soft-for-yoongi]

as someone who enjoys reading emeto and snz, could u write a fic with both? maybe for yoongi? i dont know what scenario, sorry.

Just a cold? (Sick YG)

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Sick: Yoongi

Caretaker: Jimin, Seokjin, Hoseok

Tw: emeto, vom**, mentions of nausea, stomach pain, fevers, snz

Word count: 1227

Thank you for requesting!!! Sorry it took longer than I expected!! (I'm still working on other requests, too, so anons, if you see this, your fics are coming!)

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Yoongi has never been this congested in his life. Blowing his nose has stopped working and he sneezed too many times during a meeting that all the members were sent home. The rapper was grateful for the break but he had songs to produce, not that a single thought could get past his head with how stuffy he feels.

"H-h-hESH'ew.." Hoseok looks at Yoongi sympathetically. Yoongi kicked everyone else out of his room but Hoseok somehow made his way in. He's holding a tray with some soup (made by Jin), tea, more tissues and medicine of course. "Hey, hyung. Jin-hyung says you gotta eat all of the soup or he's gonna take away your laptop." Hoseok explains, handing Yoongi the bowl of home made soup.

Yoongi can't even breathe through his nose and mumbles a groggy, "t'anks Hoba.." he eats the soup slowly, and Hoseok peers over at him lovingly. "Does it taste bad or something? What's with that frowny face?" Hoseok teases, delicately running fingers through Yoongi's hair in a soothing manner. "Head hurts." Yoongi replies, continuing to sip soup off his spoon.

Hoseok tuts, grabbing medicine off the tray. "Take two of these, since you've eaten something. They should work within about 30 minutes." Hoseok hands Yoongi some water. He pops the pills and blows his nose again, chucking it into the half full bin next to his bed. "Keep eating, hyung but I'm gonna let you be. Jungkookie wants me to work out with him." Hoseok smiles, recalling Jungkook's begging to get him to come to the company gym.

Yoongi's mouth curls upwards, "thanks Hoba, enjoy." Yoongi says, now almost three quarters finished the soup. Hoseok pats Yoongi's foot through the blanket and leaves the room, switching the light off to the elder's pleasure.

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With the soup finished and after blowing his nose at least 4 more times, the ache in Yoongi's head is still persisting and his stomach is starting to feel uneasy, and not because of the soup. The rapper has been trying to fall asleep, in the darkness of his room it shouldn't be that hard, yet there he is. Wrapped up in blankets and hugging his stomach.

It had been around an hour and a half since Hoseok left and now Jimin comes trailing into Yoongi's bedroom. Jimin is about to retreat because he thinks Yoongi is fast asleep, that is until he hears a horrible sneeze and moan come from the lump in bed. Jimin stands frozen as Yoongi blows his nose and picks up the bin half full with tissues to—gag into it..?

"Are you okay, Yoongi-hyung??" Jimin says, beginning to stroke up and down Yoongi's back. He hugs the bin, gagging again and spitting out excess saliva. Jimin flicks the bedside lamp on and Yoongi's paler than normal features are highlighted along with his pink Rudolf-looking nose.

"My stomach doesn't feel good, Jimin-ah.." Yoongi says, throat clenching around a heave. Jimin rakes Yoongi's long hair out the way just in time for him to bring up a wave of Seokjin's soup. It looks too much like it did when Yoongi first consumed it and it makes him feel sicker. "Oh, hyungie.. you'll feel better once you're empty." Jimin coos, praying that someone else comes and finds them because at this rate, Jimin is horriblely worried. Yoongi just has a cold, right? Why is he throwing up?

Jimin shoots Seokjin a quick text, 'can you please help? Yoongi-hyung is throwing up :(((' he pockets his phone just as Yoongi pukes again. Jimin pats the elder's back, trying to block out the distinct smell of puke but alternatively can't imagine leaving his hyung alone like this.

The patter of Seokjin's feet quick on their hardwood floors is music to Jimin's ears. "Oh, Yoongi-ah... you poor thing." Seokjin croons, walking over and beginning to massage Yoongi's nape. The rapper is thankful and fast to lean into the oldest' touch. A wave of calm washes over Jimin, but he tenses slightly when Yoongi reels forward with a productive heave.

Seokjin eyes the bowl on Yoongi's bedside table and hums approvingly when he finds it empty of his delicious soup. At least he knows that's not the reason Yoongi's sick. "He'll be okay, Jiminie." Seokjin eases the dancer just a little, continuing to rub Yoongi's back and hold his hair.

Yoongi spits and Jimin hands him some water. "Small sips, Yoon." Seokjin comments and Yoongi complies, water soothing his throat and diluting the taste in his mouth. Yoongi palms his stomach with a grimace, "think 'm done." The rapper says, sniffling. Jimin offers a tissue to which Yoongi blows his nose and adds it to the bin.

"Stomach hurting, Yoongi-hyung?" Jimin ponders, while Seokjin whisks away to clean the bin. Yoongi lays back down in bed, nodding weakly. "I'll go get you a heat back, hyung–" Jimin turns to leave but a cool hand grips his wrist.

"Jimin.. can you stay?" Yoongi mumbles, if he didn't say it then it might’ve never came out. "Oh, of course, hyung!" Jimin grins, taking advantage of Yoongi's request for affection and joining Yoongi in his bed. "Get some rest, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin whispers, flicking the lamp off.

Jimin shuffles closer to Yoongi, their bodies pressed together under the covers. Yoongi felt calmness wash over him just at the comforting presence of Jimin, something unique to the dancer. The pain and discomfort in his stomach was still there, and his nose is congested, but tiredness weighs over his whole body.

Jimin could feel the warmth coming off of Yoongi, no doubt a fever. Seokjin comes back in quietly to return the now clean bin, "sleep well, you two." The eldest smiles, exiting the bedroom. Yoongi can hear whispers of conversation and laughter from their living room, probably Jungkook and Hoseok returning from the gym. Yoongi's stomach gurgles, reminding him of his motive to fall asleep.

Jimin's small hand moves from Yoongi's waist to his stomach, starting some light circles. For the first 20 minutes, it's comforting for the older, however the gurgling and relentless nausea isn't letting up. Yoongi gives in to a few deep breaths, trying to see if he can cope. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Jimin is watching him like a hawk, lips downturned in worry. "You okay, hyung?"

Yoongi starts to sit up when mucus runs down his throat, prompting a closed mouth gag. Before he can make a mess, Jimin swipes the bin up, sticking it under Yoongi's mouth. He starts to empty what's left in his stomach, mostly bile and water. He coughs and Jimin has to pass another tissue so Yoongi can blow his nose again. He continues rubbing Yoongi's back just like Seokjin did and murmurs words of comfort.

"Sorry, you'll have to clean it again.." Yoongi sighs, voice hoarse from the ordeal. "Don't worry about it, hyung. I can leave this in the bathroom and get you something else, are you still feeling sick?" Jimin asks, concern clear in his voice. Yoongi shakes his head weakly, "I'm okay. Just sore, thank you Jiminie." Jimin takes the bin and eases the rapper to lay down again. Jimin leaves the bin in the bathroom to deal with later and returns quickly.

"Night, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin snuggles up to the elder. "I'll always look after you."

[thewatermelloncat]

My Fault

Summary: Rosé has never been an open book when it comes to talking. Though that doesn’t mean that her teachers don’t see her struggling. After a week of trying to break through Rosé’s stubbornness, Miss Visage finally succeeds.

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The bell rings and the usual shuffle begins. Students grabbing their bags and books off the tables before heading to their next class. A few grumbles made, complaining over having another class before lunch, but a few smiles are still around. Excitement showing on faces of students starting a new topic that they are interested in, or either at the relief of leaving an old and boring one behind.

Slinging her bag over a shoulder, Rosé has her expression blank. Her eyes barely looking up from the ground as she follows the crowd to the door. Only for her teacher to call out her name behind her.

“Rosé, wait behind please.”

Huffing out a breath, she steps aside letting the rest of her class file out the door and scuffs her feet to a stop. Her eyes fall shut and she sets her jaw at the inconvenience of being held back again. It had been happening for almost a week now: her turning up to drama and her teacher requesting she stay behind. Every day, without fail. She wished she could just be left alone, but no matter how often she insisted that she was fine, her teacher didn’t believe her.

“Do you want to talk to me today?” Miss Visage asks. Hoping that the start of a new week would turn a new page.

“No” Rosé answers lowly. She gave up on keeping her tone civil days ago.

“How was your weekend?” A different tactic is tried.

“Great, I did nothing” Rosé says flatly, adjusting her bag strap over her shoulder and turning toward the door again.

“Rosé” Miss Visage calls out to stop her and she turns back. “You don’t seem like yourself.”

“People change, don’t they?” Rosé doesn’t wait for an answer before leaving without dismissal. Not hearing her teacher sigh after she’d gone.

“Not this fast.”

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It was clear she’d been crying before she walked into the room. Her eyes still a little red and she would brush a sleeve against them now and again to make sure they kept dry. When the bell rings, she seems to have learnt from the past week and is the first one out of her seat. Making her way to the door, only to be stopped again.

“Rosé, stay behind” Miss Visage calls out, but Rosé shakes her head to herself and continues to the door. “Don’t walk away from me” she warns.

“Why?” Rosé snaps and finally stops in her tracks.

Her teacher pointedly waits for them to be the last in the room before she speaks again. “I can tell something has upset you.”

“And?”

“I’m here if you want to talk about it.”

Rosé scoffs loudly, rolling her eyes. “Did you run out of good things to gossip about during lunchtime? Stay out of my business.”

“Rosé, I thought I had more of your respect than for you to talk to me like that” Miss Visage warns.

“You did. Now you’re rapidly losing it” Rosé admits. “Why do you think pressuring me to talk to you is going to make me open up to you?”

“I want to help you” Miss Visage says.

“I don’t want your help. So, stop fucking prying” Rosé snaps. “For the last time, I don’t want to talk!”

“Don’t use that language with me” Miss Visage warns lowly. “Or I’ll have to write you up.”

Rosé either doesn’t take the warning or doesn’t care. “Just fucking do it.”

Miss Visage doesn’t deign a response as she reaches for a detention card. Beginning to fill it out as Rosé calls out from the doorway.

“Make sure to draw me a frowny face after you sign your name on the slip.”

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The next time she saw Rosé in class it was like all of her angry spark was gone. The waiting fire in her eyes had dimmed and instead there were heavy grey lines beneath them. Rather than stalking through the room with confidence, she moved slowly like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Slumping down at her desk and adjusting her hair over her opposite shoulder. It was a subtle change but one that her teacher still noticed all the same.

Throughout the lesson Miss Visage watched her. Observing dim hazel eyes go in and out of focus, blinking slowly until they shut completely.

The fact that Rosé had fallen asleep didn’t surprise her, though it may have surprised some of her students that she made no move to wake her. There seemed to be a silent agreement amongst the class that no one would as people would stop their friends from reaching out to poke at her.

Even after the bell rang, no one made to get her up. Maybe because it was now lunchtime and it wouldn’t matter if she slept longer, or they were afraid of what she’d do to them if they were the one to wake her.

Except Miss Visage wasn’t worried. So, she waited until she was the last in the room with Rosé before she walked from her desk and over to her. She didn’t bother to move quietly but Rosé didn’t even stir as another chair was pulled over to her desk.

As Miss Visage sits down she catches sight of red lines running in scratches along Rosé’s neck through the gaps in her splayed hair.

“Hey” she finally makes to wake her up. Touching a hand to the wrist of an arm cradling her head.

At the gentle voice and touch Rosé stirs, waking slowly before drawing in a sharp breath and sitting straighter.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. I didn’t – just tell me what I missed, and I’ll catch up on it before tomorrow” she starts to amend. “I’ll get notes off someone.”

“It’s alright.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t want to” Miss Visage admits. “If you’re tired enough to fall asleep in a class I know you like, I think you need the rest.”

Rosé only hums as she rubs at her eyes.

“Sweetheart, I know things aren’t great at home” Miss Visage says softly, trying a more direct approach and touching a gentle hand to her arm.

Rosé scoffs but doesn’t pull away from the touch. “Yeah… everyone knows that.”

“Worse than normal” Miss Visage adds. She can’t remember where she had heard about Rosé’s parents fighting, but the information had stuck with her. “Can we talk about it?”

For a few seconds Rosé stays quiet. Confliction passing across her face before she sighs. “I’m sorry – and I know you don’t like this language – but I’ve been a complete bitch for the last week. Particularly towards you, and I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright, and I appreciate that” Miss Visage accepts the apology. “I know that your anger wasn’t necessarily directed at me.

“Now, can you tell me what’s going on?”

“My dad had an affair – multiple, potentially” Rosé begins. “Mum found out a week back, and now they fight every night.”

“Is that why you haven’t been sleeping? It keeps you up?”

“Sometimes, but not really. I’ll just leave when they do. Go out walking around until I think they will have gone to sleep.”

“That can’t be nice to listen to” Miss Visage sympathises.

Rosé shakes her head and sets her jaw. Her eyes start to well with tears, and she looks up trying to blink them away.

“It’s okay love, you don’t have to be tough around me.” Miss Visage strokes a thumb against her arm.

“They both said it’s my fault.” Rosé pulls in a steadying breath, her voice having sounded choked. “The dynamic of their relationship got thrown off with me in the way, and so they’ve both pinned the dysfunction on me.”

“It’s not your fault” Miss Visage promises.

“I-I know, but…” Rosé trails off.

“There is no but about it. It’s not your fault.” The promise is made again. “I’m sorry that neither of your parents are mature enough to realise that people change.”

For a long while Rosé stays silent. Staring at the edge of the desk, her fingers subconsciously brushing against the scratches down her throat.

“Do you want some ice for your neck?” Miss Visage offers. Watching Rosé’s fingers trace across the red lines.

Rosé shakes her head and sits straighter. Seeming to decide on saying what she was thinking about. “Is it bad… that when I heard what he did, I wanted my mum to leave? To take me with her.”

“I don’t think so” Miss Visage tells her softly.

“I thought that maybe this would be it and we could leave.” Rosé sniffles as a tear finally falls. “But she loves him too much. She told me that when I’m gone, their relationship will fix itself and go back to the way it was. So, she just needs to wait a little bit longer.

“I asked her why she wants to stay if she’s not happy now… she told me I was driving her and dad apart, raked her fingers down my throat telling me to stop asking questions. Then she blamed me again, for everything.”

Tears now fall freely, and Rosé sinks her face into her hands.

“Sweetheart?” Miss Visage moves a hand between her shoulders. “You know nothing is your fault, don’t you?”

Rosé chokes on a breath. “I do, but… if I didn’t exist none of this would have happened.”

“But you do exist” Miss Visage points out. “And I wish your parents could realise what a beautiful thing that is.”

[captainexplody]

Wrecked

Gloria and Peter are sitting on their couch, both with frowny faces on their faces. I meant to say frowny expressions on their faces. Well that’s what I meant to say, but apparently ‘frowny’ isn’t a word, so whenever you read this please rewrite those sentences in your own head to make that make some sense, please. Ok thanks man, appreciate it. Anyway, so Gloria and Peter are sitting on their couch, and both have expressions on said faces that could be described as ‘frowny’. 

Sat across from them on a modest looking chair is their friend Philip, who has an exhausted look on his face, indicating that he is exhausted about something. Exasperated, you could say. I didn’t though, I said exhausted, and I stand by it. You gotta stand by your convictions, man. Anyway where was I? I don’t remember, something about teeth? Oh yeah right, so Gloria and Peter are sitting on their couch together and sat opposite them is their friend Philip. Alright, on with the show! 

Philip: Whats going on, why am I here today?

Gloria: We’re having a meeting.

Peter: We wanted to talk to you about our new band.

Philip: No, we already did this didn’t we? You guys invited me over a few weeks ago and you told me all about your stupid band.

Gloria: Ok, first of all it isn’t stupid, ok? Second of all we thought you liked the band.

Philip: I was pretty indifferent about it, to be honest. Although I hated the name.

Peter: Well that’s what we wanted to talk to you about.

Philip: Oh so you guys figured it out, did you? After I warned you numerous times that the band name you picked was terrible?

Gloria and Peter glance at each other. They don’t want to have to admit to Philip that he was right, but y’know. He was right. 

Peter: Oh did you try to warn us about it?

Philip: I mentioned several times, that the name ‘Our Soul’ that you picked out for yourselves sounded an awful lot like the word ‘Arsehole’ and I wondered why anybody would name their band ‘Arsehole’.

Peter: Alright alright, whatever. We get it.

Gloria: Look it’s all water under the bridge now. Anyway we did a few gigs as Our Soul and they didn’t go well. Not because we weren’t good, I’m pretty sure we were great.

Peter: Oh yeah, we killed. We nailed those gigs.

Gloria: But the audience were very hostile and kept yelling things at us. 

Philip: I imagine they were shouting the word ‘Arsehole’ at you.

Peter: That is correct. 

Gloria: It’s not fair! We put so much time and effort into this band!

Peter: Plus all that money on merchandise.

Gloria: Exactly. And this is what we get? For earnestly trying to share our love with the world via the gift of music? It’s very unfair.

Peter: It got us both very riled up, let me tell you. We were both pretty angry about the whole deal.

Philip: So what are you going to do about it?

Peter: We’re going to change the name of the band, is what we’re going to do!

Gloria: Yeah we’re going to show them whats what. Instead of them making fun of our band name, we’ll rename our band so we’re making fun of them!

Peter: Yeah! What we’ll do is, we’ll destroy everybody who ever made fun of us! Metaphorically of course! 

Gloria: Obvious we can’t physically destroy everyone who was mean to us. That would take too long.

Philip: Yeah, obviously. Time is the real factor there, yeah.

Peter: Anyway so instead of having a band name that’s so easy to make fun of, we’ve come up with one that’ll stick two fingers up to the haters!

Gloria: They think they can hurt us with their words? Well, we’ll destroy them!

Philip: ... What’s the new band name then?

Gloria and Peter: Wrecked ‘Em!

Philip: Oh you have got to be kidding me...

Gloria: We’re going to wreck them! Metaphorically of course.

Peter: They’re gonna get SO wrecked!

Philip: Ok I’m leaving.

Philip goes to stand up from his chair and leave the room.

Gloria: Wait, what’s wrong, what’s the matter? Where are you going?

Peter: Don’t you like our new band name?

Philip is long gone, and the door slowly closes behind him as he lets himself out. Peter and Gloria look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

Gloria: Well, I liked it.

Peter: Me too. I’m sure the audience at the gig tomorrow night will get it.

And with that, Gloria and Peter go back to rehearsing their musical set for the big gig tomorrow night. Spoiler alert: it didn’t go well. 

[eunoia-writes]

Frownie face stickers • Conrad fisher

Warnings: Smut (this is my first ever time writing smut so pls bare with also pls leave a comment or anything so Ik If this is any good if really appreciated it) MDI

Summery: y/n and Conrad have a running joke of her giving him well done stickers after they hooked up but for the first time ever she gives him a frownie face stickers

Conrad hand wrapped around y/n’s neck while her jaw was slacked open the room was filled with nothing but the sound of skin slapping against each other along with both of their moans “gonna…fuck.” She moans hardly able to get her words out

“gonna cum pretty girl?” He said lifting her leg to his shoulder to get a better position. She nodded unable to form any coherent words “oh come on Doll, use your words.” He said never straying away from the relentless pace

“please.” She just about manage to say as his hand left her neck moving to rub circles on her clit with his fingers.

“Cum for me pretty girl.”

before she could warn him, the knot in her stomach unravels, she’s cumming with a strangled moan. before long Conrad rapid movements turn into ragged strokes as he spills inside her, throbbing as he does. She came down from her orgasm and stared up at him through half lidded eyes as he pulled out “such a good girl.” He mumbled as they both laid out of breath for a few minutes.

Conrad grabbed his shirt and underwear making his way into the bathroom before returning with a wet rag to clean her up after she pulled shirt and shorts y/n reached into the draw next to her before turning back to Conrad “What?” He asked looking at the smile on her face

“close your eyes.” She said and he raised his eyebrows but doing as she said anyway he felt her pat his shirt

“okay you can open them now.” She said giggling as he looked down at the small sticker of penguin holding a cake saying “good job.”

“You’re so stupid.” He said laughing along with y/n before taking the sticker off and putting it on the back of his phone

“what can I say… you did a good job.” Y/n said though laughs

“oh yeah a good job?” He asked leaning over her slightly

“I might even go as far as to say a great job.” She laughed as he leaned down kissing her softly “definitely a great job.” Y/n said as he pulled away

“where did you even get them from?” He asked wrapping his arms around her waist

“I got them for kids at summer camp but I completely forgot to take them in so they’ve been collecting dust in the drawer found them earlier when I was looking for my headphone.” She told him Making him laugh once again

“so I’m getting the same reward as your students now huh?” He teased as she nodded

And from then on Conrads sticker collection on the back of his phone only grew more until he thought it was be a wonderful idea to piss y/n off so while he was sat around the pool with Jeremiah and Steven while Belly and Taylor swam y/n stomped her way over to him

“you still mad at me?” He asked and y/n just nodded before leaning down sticking an frownie face sticker on his shirt and stomping back into the house “HEY… take that back!” He yelled after her but she just carried on walking

“What the hells that sticker about?” Steven asked as Jeremiah laughed knowing exactly what had happened due to y/n’s drunken confession the night before the others arrived

“y/n and Conrad have this thing that started out as a joke Everytime they hooked up y/n would give him at sticker saying good job or some bull shit hence the stickers on the back of his phone. And what I’m guessing is either they had shitty sex last night or he’s pissed her off, Am I right Connie?”

“Shush it jere.”

Conrad quickly rushed into the house while the others giggled and Taylor spouted how adorable it was. He found her in this room wearing just his shirt over his favourite bikini of hers it as black with little pink hearts on it “I’m going for a swim.” She said brushing past him but he caught her arm just in time

“Sit.”

Just that one syllable had her like putty in his hands “now you gonna quit pouting?” He asked sternly as she sat on the edge of his bed while he towered over her but y/n was a brat so of course he wasn’t going to get his way. She shook her head looking up at him through her eyelashes

“I’m gonna ask you one more time Doll and I suggest you think about your answer a little more… are you gonna quit pouting?” His hand came to her chin titling her head up to force her to look at him

“No!”

Conrad sighed turning on his heels and closing the door being sure to lock it before walking back over to her “why do you have to make things so difficult?” He asked him a soft humm at the end of his sentence. Y/n had nothing to say she was just trying to push his buttons as he had done hers earlier “what’s wrong doll you’re always so mouthy why not this time?”

She rolled her eyes “because you’re an ass!” She said standing up and cocked his head to the side

“Oh is that so?” Y/n just nodded making her way to the door but Conrad caught her arm pulling her back and smashing his lips into hers. The kiss was desperate. He kissed her like it would be his last. Like it was the only thing keeping him going. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her hands tangled into his hair while his hands were on her waist pulling her impossibly close. She’d hardly noticed that he’d backed her onto the bed behind them.

“You gonna stop being such a brat?” He mumbled into the kiss but she’s couldn’t say a world. She didn’t need to. He already knew his answer.

Conrad’s hands sliding under her shirt she shivered from the coldness suddenly on her skin “can I?” He asked y/n nodded letting him take her shirt off. It made her smile the way he was still so polite. Even after all this time. He still asked like it was the first time. Like he didn’t know she’d let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Conrad re-connected there lips his hands reached down to untie her bikini bottomed as his lips trailed down to her neck she let out a soft wine as he found her sweet spot. “Up.” He mumbled into her neck telling her lift her ass up so he could pull them down and discarding them somewhere in her room before moving to her shirt as he continued sucking marks on her neck.

Y/n grabbed the bottom of his shirt attempting to pull it off only to let out a whine when she couldn’t get it off “take it off.”

Conrad moved away from her neck “say please.” He teased

“please… it’s not fair I’m underneath you in nothing you’re still fully clothed.” She said he laughed before pushing himself up off her before getting rid of any clothes left on him.

“Better?” She nodded before he moved back in between her legs. He left a trail of open mouthed kisses down her chest to right were she needed him the most before pressing a kissed against

“Connie.” She purred his name as he blew hot air over her swollen clit before diving in. his tongue traced her folds before he lapped at her clit. Y/n back arched off the bed, electricity bolting through her nerves. Her hands flew to tug at his hair as he lapped at her clit feverishly so Desperate to taste her. He caught her off guard slipping a digit into her, groaned into her when your legs locked around his head, securing him in place. Not that he needed it. He’d stay here forever if she’d let him.

“Please Connie.” She moaned his fingers pumped in and out of her while his tongue made work on her clit. her thighs tremble and eyes roll back into her head. One hand grip the sheets her knuckles white, while the other tugged at his locks. The pressure in her abdomen built but so does something else, something deeper at the same time. Conrad took note pulling away “you taste just Devine doll but I’m not sure you deserve to cum today.” He said as she whimpered at the loss of contact.

She watched as he stripped himself of his underwear “Darling you’re so pretty it hurts.” He said leaning down it kiss her again “are you sure you wanna?” He asked y/n nodded if she wasn’t so worked up she’d of told him how cute it was that he was still taking care of her “need words Doll.” She groaned growing impatient

“yes I’m sure.” Conrad leaned down to kiss her once more before he lined himself up with her entrance before he sank into her both of them gasping at the feeling.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. She was appreciative of his slow thrusts her constant wines were evident of that. Conrad brought his hand to her mouth shoving two of his fingers into her mouth

“As much as I love hearing my name from that pretty little mouth or yours you gotta keep quite or everyone is gonna hear.” He said stifling a moan himself she nodded her legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer as his hips rocked back and forth “Fuck y/n.” He groaned in her ear as she clenched around him. His free hand moving from her mouth and wrapping around her throat squeezing slightly as his hips moved faster

“Fuck Connie… I’m close.” She managed biting her lips to stop herself from screaming out “You're close, huh Doll? You gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are?" Each one of his words brings her closer and closer to the edge, and all it takes is his thumb massaging against her clit to push her over. Everything goes tight. She cry out a high-pitched moan, whispering Conrad’s name over and over because it's the only word She can manage to say. She clench hard around his cock, but his pace never slows which makes the pleasure almost painful. Her thighs are trembling where they're wrapped around his torso and her hands curl into the sheets.

“God you look so pretty like that.” His thrusts start to grow uneven and His breaths become sharp as he snaps his hips against hers until finally he releases a strained moan from low in his throat and stills inside her, spilling his cum into her. His head drops to the crook of her neck momentarily pressing light kisses over the marks he’d previously left. He pulled out of her rolling onto his back next to her.

“Maybe I need to piss you off more.”

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[catch-the-wind]

when reader is sick hc's

finally posting writing here so true

n e ways okay so i’m brainrotting about the genshin charas taking care of their s/o’s when they’re sick 🥺 and now i'm feeling sick, sigh

ohm and sulien ambros belong to @teyvattherapist! they're such good chara's, i know i'm writing them here but i deffo recommend reading up on them

okay here u go, have some hc's that are kinda sorta long and by that i mean 2.5k- i haven't proofread this bc it's 4am and im going to BED but if i write for any other chara's i'll post a second part <3 mwah

tags: gn!reader, diluc x reader, kaeya x reader, jean x reader, lisa x reader, albedo x reader, dainsleif x reader, tartaglia x reader, ohm ambros x reader, sulien ambros x reader, soft bean hours

diluc

is not working or traveling when his partner is sick

absolutely makes them soup and hot tea and drinks

he’s trying to make them food but he’s not the best cook so he’s asking adelinde for help

absolutely asks jean, barbara, and ohm for help while his partner is sleeping but he’s so awkward LMAO

was absolutely frantic the first day he found out his partner was sick tho, he made them come over to the winery so they could sleep there and he can take care of them <3

absolutely lied about what room was his so they slept in his bed

“hmm this guest room is so furnished diluc are all your rooms like this” and no, no they are not, this room is his, bestie

diluc slept on a sofa in his bedroom and did work on the table that was supposed to be for flowers. kinda stressed over abyss order locations but was more worried ab his partner being okay so he was distracted

he just put the flowers on his nightstand for his partner to see when they woke up <3

gives his partner forehead kisses because they won’t let him kiss them on the lips and he gives them the gentlest cheek kisses while they sleep

also gives his partner his clothes to wear <3

cuddles them and reads to them when they’re awake and TEMPLE KISSES OH MY GOD

kaeya comes over because he’s worried his brother and his brother’s s/o haven’t been seen in a little while

n e way, diluc gets sick after his partner gets better and they nursed each other back to health

kaeya

like diluc, he took off work so he could take care of his s/o i,mediately after he found out they were sick

wouldn’t force them to stay at his place tho, he’d probably let them recover in their own place

but he might make them go to the kof hq or the cathedral just so they can be taken care of by a proper healer

he absolutely soothes their fevers and stuff w cryo and also the man can heal himself w his elem skill ofc he can fix someone if he tries hard enough <3

he gives kisses no matter how much his partner says not to but he’ll also give them butterfly kisses so it’s soft moments too~ sigh, ur too cute alberich

asks ohm and barbara and albedo and lisa for potions and such to help his partner feel better but he’s really lowkey so he doesn’t seem SUPER worried

he just hates seeing his partner not feeling so well </3

refreshes his partner’s vase of flowers at their bedside every day

brings home work so he can watch over his partner. he can’t cook super well either so he asks for help and brings stuff home from good hunter too

jean was okay to let kaeya off of work and diluc would never admit it (man practically swore everyone to secrecy smh) but he helped take up some of kaeya’s duties in his stead

and kae, the alcoholic, didn’t even drink while his partner was sick bc he was lowkey worried they would need his help w smth and he didn’t want to be drunk just in case <3

many cuddles despite protests of getting him sick <3

jean

absolutely uses her healer skills to make her partner feel better

panicked when they were still sick and thought it was her fault </3 she asked barbara and ohm for help and they just told jean to relax a bit bc her partner was sick and it wasn’t going to be a quick fix

wanted to take off work but didn’t, so she just brought her work with her

kaeya and ohm very kindly took up her other duties where she had to leave so she could be w her partner

her partner is staying in the kof hq where they get access to ohm and barbara comes to visit <3 but also so that jean can sleep comfortably enough close by bc you cannot tell me this woman does not sometimes sleep in her office or the library and barely makes it to the kof dormitories sometimes

she’s so worried the entire time, she’s probably got a few gray hairs and a new frown line smh

she has clothes that aren’t her work clothes???? it’s so foreign seeing her in stuff like pajamas. you didn’t even know jean owned pajamas

jean sets them up in her bed at home (yeah she has a place outside of the kof hq??? it’s surprising) but it’s a big bed so they can rest and she’ll have the lamp on her side on while she sits up and does work

absolutely dotes on them. she’s good at making foods that make them feel better, she’s just a good healer that way <3

albedo, klee, venti, kaeya, lisa, and ohm all come over to check on jean and co and make sure everyone is doing okay <3 lots of food brought

if jean was asked to sing to her partner normally, she probably wouldn’t bc she’d probably get embarrassed but i think she probably sounds v good and venti would give her his lyre to try out a musical instrument too. but also she’d read to her partner and they’d probably fall asleep together uwu

lisa

works part time hours at the library so she can go visit her s/o

probably asks them to stay at the kof hq for easier access to medical assistance and plus she’s almost always there

“cutie” but worried and very 🥺 (pleading emoji)

makes soup and potions and reads to her partner until they fall asleep

also super playful omg she’s still got a smile on and is full of affection while she walks her fingers up her partner’s arm to their face so she can cup their cheek

she’ll make her partner laugh and smile and blush even when they’re sick, but she makes them laugh until they cough sometimes and immediately feels so bad

jean, barbara, kaeya, albedo and ohm all come to visit with different foods and soups and medicines and such

klee comes knocking and gives lisa some good fisherman’s toast and asks lisa’s s/o if they want to hug dodoco b/c that always makes klee feel better

purple roses galore, lisa has them in her partner’s room and they’ve got a potion to make the. uh. sniffer? to make the sniffer feel better. don’t ask me how, idk but she would find a way to make them physically feel better with flowers

reads to her partner ofc, and she tells them stories ab her own life and time at sumeru sans the crazies

worried looks when her s/o is sleeping but also the softest smiles when they wake up pls-

albedo

cutest lil frown on his face when he finds out his partner is sick

immediately they are taken home and he’s testing to confirm what’s wrong w them and what he can do to speed up their recovery

he’s more distracted than usual at work but he’s coming over to your place all the time w what paperwork he can do

also sketches his partner while they don’t know. he’s got lots of beautiful candids of his partner sleeping, looking out the window, falling asleep, reading, even drinking water. he’s made the most mundane things look captivating

kaeya and ohm come to check on albedo when he doesn’t show up for work after a few days and it’s bc he’s taking care of his s/o with food and soup and alchemical potions and shit. and when kae and ohm come in, they find his partner opening the door wrapped in a blanket while albedo is asleep cuddling the pillow they left bc he stayed up the night before making soup and reading to them

klee has camped out on his partner’s couch, she helps w the cooking too~ she absolutely lets them hug dodoco and gives them a treasure to feel better too LOL

many kisses from klee and albedo, and they also go out to get treats for albedo’s partner too

domestic albedo cooking in his partner’s kitchen and for once it isn’t some alchemical potion that he might blow up the stove with

tartaglia

takes off work entirely but BOY OH BOY is he stir crazy smh

brings his partner to his apartment to rest <3

he’s so worried ab his s/o that he makes all the sick ppl food the first day, orders from wanmin restaurant when his partner wants smth different, and also gets toys and such to entertain them otherwise

also reads to his partner but, again, he gets stir crazy after a while

absolutely does workouts and katas in the living room and phew shirtless tartaglia working out? gets the heart rate up for sure ahem

rushes to his partner tho omg- need soup? water? a trip to the bathroom? another blanket? he goes to them the MOMENT he hears them moving around. absolutely dotes on them <3

his family knows ab his partner and he’s probably written letters ab them being sick~ his family sent snezhnayan herbs and flowers and medicines and such

zhongli comes around because he wants sugar daddy!tartaglia with tea and medicine from bubu pharmacy. hu tao is in tow with well wishes and a “hope i don’t find you at work!” which is. a little worrying because aren’t you just a little sick-

many kisses from tartaglia because he is Needy and he’ll absolutely get sick from cuddling his partner while they sleep

also he’ll probably just like. envelop his partner while they sleep. they’re all cuddled into him and he’s actually so warm it’s nice bc they’re cold w a fever and he’s living for comforting them

he’s so worried tho, he’s got the frowny face and he’s so adorable but he just doesn’t want his partner to feel sick

dainsleif

the man camps in ruins, he’s going to his partner’s house smh

he doesn’t go into the church either LOL so expect him in his partner’s home making dinner and doing their grocery shopping thanks

he would get ohm and barbara to come over tho <3 “fix them please” but also “how can i fix them”

is so dead set on making sure his partner takes their medicine at the right times, he’s so soft for them and them alone

cooks soup and old recipes he barely remembers from khaenri’ah. he doesn’t really get sick, so he doesn’t remember these ones too clearly. deffo brings back old memories he’d long forgotten

reads to his partner and tells them old stories of how the world used to be, his travels, gives them the gossip on a certain khaenri’ahn but doesn’t give away the name

ohm comes over with medicine and lollipops bc dain is so unlikely to go to the cathedral to get barbara smh

but also dain, so self-sufficient, is unlikely to want to ask for help, so ohm just goes to help anyway

dain with the old khaenri’ahn lullabies and tucking his partner into his arms and singing quietly while he holds them and rocks them to sleep

dain is immortal, he’s giving his partner kisses bc “i’m immortal, ofc i won’t get sick”

he got sick

but his s/o nursed him back to health and then there were smooches the end

ohm ambros

the doctor with his ill lover oh my god

he’s frowny, he’s taking care of his partner at his home in springvale and his home clinic is open to everyone else. but everyone knows his partner is the first priority LOL

kaeya and albedo come over to see if ohm is okay or if his house needs to be checked up on. they’re wondering if he went on a last-minute expedition to sumeru and didnt tell them

diluc comes over too, he’s just checking up on his best friend but he’s also stealing a cherry lollipop smh. he heard from kae that ohm’s partner is sick tho, so he brings some soup and good food over from adelinde. he also brings some of his own specialty food tho, the once upon a time in mondstadt <3

sulien sending letters to his big brother to see if his brother’s s/o is okay

ohm is also just super protective of his partner, there are not many people who come into his life who he loves and lets in in the first place. he’s absolutely trying to heal them with his own vitality, so their recovery is much shorter than initially expected

barbara also comes over w jean to check up on ohm and co, complete w a goody basket of soup, a teddy bear, flowers, and books

ohm reading to his partner <3 he’s got such a soothing voice even if his accent is wack LMAO. he’s reading stories and even his paperwork because just his presence is comforting

he puts his hands on his partner’s forehead to soothe the fever goodbye

ohm will not sing for his s/o simply bc he doesn’t think he sounds v good. and he probably doesn’t but it would be so cute to hear him try and please ohm? 🥺

n e way i want smooches idc if i’m sick KISS ME OHM AMBROS

sulien ambros

when he finds out his partner is sick, the man blinks like twice and then suggests so calmly that they go to his apartment in liyue

man does not sleep normally, he’s just going to nurse his partner back to health and read during their recovery. fruit tart can cover his duties for him <3

sulien cooks for his partner tho, he’s making soup and stuff and getting medicine from bubu’s pharmacy. he’s also picking up books on the way home but some of them are to be read to his partner so it’s okay-

like tartaglia, sulien works out while his partner rests and goes to them if he hears them moving around. he’s reading to his partner and not so frowny, but the slightest furrow of this man’s brow is already such a big expression of his concern <3

sends letters to ohm asking for advice ab how to help his partner feel better. ohm just sends a letter back with “i’m coming” and shows up within the day LMAO

reads to his partner, and the monotony of his voice is soothing and lulls them to sleep. he just looks at them affectionately (well affectionate for him) and presses a kiss to their forehead before finishing the story on his own and in his head

tartagalicious comes over and brings food, flowers and a teddy bear with some of sandrone’s paperwork but he sends a smile to sulien’s partner with some well wishes

scara comes over too just to visit and check to see where sandrone is, but scara is a grumpy bean so he just says “feel better” all brooding and like it’s a command to one of the fatui subordinates LOL

sulien like ohm uses his cold hands to soothe his partner’s fever and also gives them forehead kisses <3

Edit: a link to part 2

[leetotters]

could you do a peter parker x reader where she can control her hair? and it can be any length she wants but prefers the length mid thigh and its and its unbreakable? so like fury asks if anyone in the team knows anyone they could recruit and he suggests her and all the avengers go meet her at a tailors shop she owns while she's cleaning and she shows her powers? please and if you do it, thank you

note: i hope you meant the powers to be reader's hair bc that's what i used it as lmao. also i used the gif because this is kinda how rocket got smacked with your hair. thank you for requesting<3

warnings: kissing, curse words

peter parker x reader

summary: something like request^

The swooshing of the broom and the melody of a random song played through the speakers of your tailor shop while you swept the floor. The small lengths of wool and silk thread tangling on the broom bristles as you scooped it up. The racks and unwanted pieces of cloth laid on the marble floor making you let out a sigh of exhaustion.

A knock on your glass showcase window made you jump. The movement making your hair disentangle from the neat twist plait. You lowly cursed as your hair touched the floor, the belly laugh behind the window noted you that your bestfriend was the person responsible for your little mishap.

"Couldn't you ring the bell like a normal person!" You annoyingly exclaimed, closing your eyes and controlling your hair to stop at mid-thigh length. Your preferred length. You picked your broom up and teasingly shook your head when Peter told you open the door. "I think I'm gonna leave you outside tonight, just for scarring the life out of me and my hair."

You resumed your previous activity, counting the numbers in your head until you heard the lock on your ceiling window open. The sound of Peter's displeased voice and childish complains filling your storage room.

"Can't keep me outside Y/L/N, I'll always find a way." He proudly dusted his shirt, taking the scoop from your hand while you grabbed the racks and placed them in your extra closet.

"Thanks to your super spidey powers." You teased, thanking him when he returned the dustpan. "Anyway, why are you here?" You inquired, curious why your best friend decided to stop by your little, tailor shop.

"Well I- wait," Peter scrunched his brows. "Can I not drop by to visit my bestfriend?" He sassed, hand on his hip giving you a quizzing look.

"Oh please Peter, you only stop by when you need something." You remarked, returning a pointed stare before you began to reorganize the formal wear you were currently adapting. "And that something is usually to stitch those huge ass holes in your spidey suit."

Peter didn't respond immediately, because you were right. He did stop by your shop for you to mend his suit. Because one, he loved your company. And two, you were the only person who knew his secret other than the avengers, Ned and MJ.

"Fine! fine!," He huffed. Not so discreetly looking over his shoulder as if he was giving someone a signal. "You're right-"

"I always am Parker." You boasted, using the ends of your hair to move the sewing machine and pins to there rightful place.

"Yeah- okay, but I really came to tell you life changing news!" Peter amazed, a gasp leaving his lips when he saw the movement of your hair. It never ceased to amaze him how your hair was basically magical. Being able to move stuff with your command, grow at whatever length you wanted, heal others and even be unbreakable. Epic, really.

"And what is this so great news-"

The words didn't leave your lips properly as your tailor shop entry door was suddenly yanked open. Your door handle and lock was surely broken, at the loud eerie sound of a metal crunching noise.

"Get out of my way Tony!" Stephen scowled.

"Shut it wizard dude, I'm the leader here not you." Tony rolled his eyes, removing the pair of expensive shades from his face.

"Since when? Fury sent all of us Tony." Rhodey said, dusting his shoulder.

"I wonder how much she makes in this shop, not much I bet." Steve scrunched his face, eyeing your little shop.

"Did we really have to bring Groot?" Clint groaned, flicking baby Groot off of his shoulder when he tried to grab one of his arrows.

"He's a baby, Clint. We can't leave him at the compound alone." Gamora remarked, tickling Groot's tree stomach as she picked him up.

"Okay if she does joins us, we will have to ask her to design new clothing! Look at this!." Wanda marveled, showing off the mid thigh silk dress.

"I should get this for the recruiting party Tony is planning for her." Natasha thought out loud.

"What the fuck!" You yelled, glaring at the talkative avengers standing before you. Looking mighty and high as always. "I just fixed that lock dude!" You whined, sighing gallingly when you saw the chunk of metal by Thor's feet. "You're repairing my lock, hammer man."

"Ah yes, I will have the Man of Iron restore your brittle lock Lady.."

"Y/N."

"Lady Y/N." Thor smiled.

Peter let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his ear and looking at you sheepishly. "Surprise?"

"Surprise my ass Parker! Why are the avengers in my tailor shop and why is this raccoon trying to cut my hair?!" You moved your hair with your mind, smacking the animal avenger with your y/h/c locks.

"Woah, did she just-" Bucky froze, mouth agape.

"Control her hair to hit Rocket, yeah." Peter Quill laughed at his co guardian misfortune.

"Okay her hair is very much un- unbreakable," Rocket coughed out, holding his stomach. "And strong."

"I am Groot." ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈᵃˢˢ

"You can not say that word Groot, but I do agree with you." Gamora smirked, finger bumping the cute tree.

You were mad, really fuming. You spent two hours cleaning and by the looks of it you'll have to do it a second time. So yeah, you wanted an explanation.

"Okay don't get upset." Peter spoke calmly. Holding his hand out and gesturing towards the superheroes infront of you, who had the same impressed expression on their fanciable faces.

"This is the life changing thing I was talking about," He paused with a smile. "You're joining the Avengers!"

"What?" You were officially bamboozled, with everything. One minute you were simply tidying your shop and next, half of the avengers are occupying your shop. Quarreling and interfering with your stuff.

And not to ignore the fact that your best friend just blurted out four questionable words to you.

"You're going to be an Avenger, Rapunzel." Tony repeated, strutting to you with short steps. "If you want to of course, sidey here told us your hair power thingy and though I was a little iffy about it at the beginning, it looks like your power is truly powerful." Tony patted your shoulder. Looking over at Rocket, who was being assisted by Drax.

"As much as I would like to say it's an honor to be in your presence," You said. Controlling your hair to grow back at mid-thigh. "Why?" You faced Peter, inquiring him with the plain word.

Peter shrugged, giving you a bashful look. "Fury asked if we knew anyone who could be recruited, and without thought I suggested you." He sighed, feeling completely awful for the situation he put you in.

"And I know, I should've asked you first but I know how much you adore helping others and the money here isn't enough for your college tuition Y/N." Peter ignored the awkward silence in the room that was loud seconds ago before continuing. "I thought this would be a way to assist you."

You physically softened at his words. He was too kind and caring for his own good. You could never be upset with this idiot boy.

"I'm sorry-"

Peter didn't finish. His apology was muffled by your lips pressed deeply to his frowny pink ones. He was slighty awestruck, the feeling of your lips were breathtaking. He swore he could kiss you forever. His hands found your waist pulling you in closer, even including a little tongue movement inside your mouth.

As if reality kicked in, a teasing 'ohhh' sound came from a few avengers. Causing you to shyly pull away from Peter, who loudly groaned at the lost contact of your plump lips.

"Looks like Spidey is getting a little too handsy." Sam quipped, chuckling when Peter told him to shut it and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"So is this a yes?" Peter hopefully asked.

You feigned ponder. "Yes."

Peter pecked your lips, mumbling a short 'yay' attempting to deepen the kiss.

"That's enough smooching spiderling." Steve uttered, obviously not enjoying the PDA.

A beeping sound came from Tony's watch altering the team about an upcoming mission.

"Looks like we gotta go," Tony spoke with a serious voice before turning to you. "Glad to have you on the team Rapunzel."

"It's Y/N." You corrected.

"Okay, I'll send some people by tomorrow to pick up your stuff. See ya soon, Rapunzel." Tony winked, exiting your tailor shop.

"He's not gonna give that up." Peter laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"I oddly don't mind." You responded, waving bye to the others. "Thank you Pete."

Peter grinned. "I didn't quite hear that, say it a little louder baby."

"Thank you mister Parker." You kissed his lips, playfully rolling your eyes. But you weren't that distracted to miss Thor stealthily trying to leave your shop.

"Hey hammer God! Don't forget to fix my lock."

"I will have Stark right on it Lady Rapunzel!"

[inthehytes]

Here is a quick little bit of filler fluff for part two of the friends to lovers au! Let me know what you’d like to see next!

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Synthia is forced to learn the lesson that sometimes life isn’t fair when she’s five. School was going great, she loved her friends and especially loved her best friends. Robbie had stopped making fun of her pigtails after Gia and Kendall wore them too and Miss Hytes even said that Synthia had pretty handwriting when they were working on the alphabet. She couldn’t imagine how life could get better though the promise of summer break upcoming was a start. 

It was Friday and Synthia was gearing up for her first ever sleepover with Kendall and Gia. It had taken a lot of begging on her part for her mother to agree at first, but once she saw the three playing together at pickup time she had given in almost instantly. 

“Alright class! Time to pick up our stations, lunch is in ten minutes.” Miss Hytes made a show of pointing out how many lines on the clock the long hand would have to move before it was lunch time before she let them pick up their tables. They had been working on letters again but this time with skinny little markers instead of the big crayons they’d used the day before. It was harder and Synthia’s were more wobbly than yesterday but she still thought she did good. She still had a few lines on her worksheet that she hadn’t managed to fill like Miss Hytes had asked and doubled down her efforts with her pretty pink marker to get it finished despite the rest of the class cleaning up around her. 

Her heart started to pound in her chest when even Kendall and Gia began to gather their belongings and take their papers to the front of the room where Miss Hytes kept a little tray for their worksheets. She felt like she needed to finish the worksheet like Miss Hytes asked or she would get in trouble like Juice had the week before. She didn’t want a red frowny face sticker to go in her home folder instead of the usual green. She had to finish it.

“Synthia? Come on, turn your paper in, it's time to go eat!” Gia’s voice in her ear made Synthia jump, her shoulders rising to her ears as she gripped the edge of the paper, crinkling the bottom few lines. 

“Not finished!” She huffed out, trying her best to ignore Gia’s hand as it tried to reach for her paper for her. “Gia quit, please!”

“Girls, what’s going on? Synthia I need you to turn your paper in now, it’s time to go. Let me take it for you while you-”

MIss Hytes stopped speaking abruptly, shock replacing her words as the little blonde in front of her choked on a sob, her hand wobbling on the paper and slipping, dragging a bright pink mark across it. The marker was quickly dropped when Synthia realized what she’d done, her sobs only increasing in force. She’d really messed up now!

“No, no I’m sorry! I’m sorry, let me try again please! I don’t want a red mark, no red it was a accident!” Her big brown eyes turned to Miss Hytes as she cried, feeling sweaty and sick to her stomach. She could feel all the eyes of their classmates on her and it made it all worse. She wanted to go home, she wanted her Momma. She didn’t want to be there anymore.  

She heard Miss Hytes tell Gia or Kendall something but Synthia wasn’t listening hard enough to hear it, and instead watched as Miss Hytes moved across the room to usher the other students out into the hall leaving just Synthia, Gia, and Kendall in the room. Little arms wrapped around her, squeezing tight and Synthia had to remember to turn her head to see who it was. Kendall was holding her tight, concern evident in her big eyes as Synthia fought to catch her breath and keep her breakfast down at the same time. 

“Synthia it's okay don’t cry! I’m sorry I tried to take your paper, Miss Hytes isn’t mad at you, she even said it herself! Why are you breathing so fast?” Gia was blinking owlishly down at her, trying to push her crumpled paper and marker back into her shaky hands until Kendall batted them away. 

“I don’t know!” Synthia choked out between shuddery sobs. “I want Momma, I’m scared Kenny, my stomach doesn’t feel too good!” 

Kendall tells Gia to grab the trash can from the corner just as Miss Hytes returns, having led the kids to the other teacher in their year for her to take them to the cafeteria for lunch. She kneels in front of Synthia and pets gently at her hands, accepting the trash can from Gia just in time for Synthia to cough and pitch forward. Getting sick only makes her feel worse, though it manages to distract her enough for her choked sobs to turn into quiet whines which they all count as a win. 

“Synthia I need you to breathe for me honey, I know it's difficult but you have to.” Miss Hytes rubs at her back when she’s finished, Kendall retreating to hold Gia instead. Gia looked almost as shaken as Synthia did. Miss Hytes helps Synthia breathe slowly and smiles big at her when her breathing levels out. She even hugs Synthia tight and lets her sit in her lap for a minute or two even though she’d just gotten sick and was crying everywhere. Miss Hytes smelled like vanilla like her Momma but the wrong kind of flowers. 

“I want Momma.” She moans pitifully against Miss Hytes' pretty blue blouse. Miss Hytes only rubs her back and promises that the nurse had called her already and that she was coming. 

Synthia’s mom finds the three all curled into a bean bag together in the corner, Synthia tucked between Kendall and Gia as they all pick at their lunches. Gia didn’t have one but Synthia didn’t feel much like eating hers and gave it to Gia. She just wanted to go home. She’d managed to doze off into a fitful nap with her head against Gia’s shoulder while they tried very hard not to disturb her. 

“Hi girls, thank you for taking such good care of my dollie, you’re such special friends to her.” Synthia’s mom spoke in a soft voice though the minute Synthia heard her voice she was awake, eyes groggily scanning the room for her. 

“Momma?” She whimpered, reaching for her immediately. She left the warmth of Kendall and Gia and climbed into her mother’s lap, clutching at her neck tightly. “I wanna go home.”

“We’ll go in just a minute I promise. Miss Hytes is getting your bookbag for you.” Her mother soothed her with a warm hand on her back, rubbing it gently through the fabric of her t-shirt. 

“Can Kenny and Gia still sleep over tonight?” She questioned, big eyes turning to stare at her friends and then back at her mother. 

“I don’t know sweetheart, you need to rest after-”

“Momma please! I’ll rest before they get home.” Synthia’s bottom lip poked out in the pout that always made her dad crumble and her mother sighed before nodding. 

“Alright but it's straight to bed when we get home missy.” Synthia nods and snuggles further into her mother, bidding Kendall, Gia, and Miss Hytes farewell with the promise to come back when school lets out to get them. 

Synthia and her mother are quiet on the walk home, Synthia remaining tucked into her mother’s neck and cherishing the time she got to spend being carried. Ever since her little sister had been born Synthia had been carried less and less. 

“Momma?” Synthia mumbles when they’re a few minutes away from home. She could just begin to see the road they turned down that would lead to her road shortly after. 

“Yes my love?” Synthia’s mom hummed with all the patience in the world, a short kiss to her forehead followed her words and made Synthia smile. 

“How come Gia’s Mommy or Daddy don’t pack them a lunch? They don’t ever have money for school lunch either, Gia always says that they aren’t given anything in the morning before they leave.” She asks the question innocently, not expecting her mother’s arms to tighten protectively around her as she processes what Synthia’s said. “Momma you’re squishing me.”

“I’m sorry baby, Momma was just thinking. Gia never has lunch? Gia doesn’t just forget to grab it in the morning?” Her mother clarifies, her heart aching for the child Synthia had befriended. 

“Nu-uh Momma that’s what I just said.” Synthia huffed, poking her mother in the cheek playfully. “Why not?”

“Well Syn, I’m not sure. Sometimes people aren’t born into families as happy as ours or Kendall’s. Sometimes people have it a little harder, but we have to be kind to them, yes?” Her mother really wasn’t expecting Synthia to follow along and to a certain extent she didn’t understand, but her little blonde head bobbed dutifully. 

“So we just have to love Gia a little harder?” Synthia waits for her mother’s confirmation to continue on. “Can we start packing Gia a lunch then? Kenny and I usually share ours with them but if we need to love them harder then I think they deserve their own lunch. I’ll help you Momma I promise!”

“I think that would be a wonderful idea, my little bird. Do you want to go to the store after your nap to pick a lunch box and some snacks out for Gia? We can even get some cookie mix to go along with pizza tonight.” Her question was met with an excited squeal and eager agreement. 

“Yes Momma! Thank you! I love Gia lots Momma, I want Gia and Kendall around forever and ever.” The constant swaying in her mother’s walking is making Synthia’s eyes heavy, and she relaxes against her mother’s collarbone with a little yawn. Her energy had long been spent and the little second wind her brief nap had given her was waning quickly. 

“Sleep baby, I’ll get you settled in your bed when we get home. You’ve had quite the day already.”

“I love you Momma.”

“I love you more.” 

[heavymetalchemist]

From this @mingcheng-prompts prompt.

“Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang said earnestly, leaning forward with his closed fan clutched tightly in his hands. “Our brothers… are together.”

Wei Wuxian blinked back at him, then poured himself another cup of wine. “Yeah, Jiang Cheng told me they were going to the hockey game tonight. That’s why he’s not here with us. But we don’t need him, Nie-xiong! Let me tell you what my Lan Zhan did the other day, he actually spent five hours on the broth for—“

“Wei Wuxian!” The closed fan hit the table. “I don’t mean they’re together right now, I mean they’re together romantically! Our brothers are dating!”

Wei Wuxian burst into bright, cheerful laughter. “Those two? No way! They’ve never so much as held hands! Besides they’re both so, y’know, grr,” Wei Wuxian made a frowny face. “They’re too alike, it would never work. And don’t you remember? I’ve told you about Jiang Cheng’s little list. Nie Mingjue? Gentle and obedient? Please!”

Huffing in irritation, Nie Huaisang tried again. “You know as well as I do that a list someone makes when they’re thirteen is bullshit. I live with my brother, you think I don’t know?”

“Ah, Nie-xiong, you always say you don’t know anything! Here, have some more wine and pass me those peanuts.”

“I’ll prove it,” Nie Huaisang said, but he passed the peanuts over and let it drop.

He’d just have to get evidence.

— —

The plan was simple. Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue spent plenty of time together. All Nie Huaisang had to do was get someone — Wei Wuxian ideally, but Lan Wangji or Jin Zixuan would do in a pinch — to witness them holding hands or something. Even Lan Xichen or Jin Guangyao, after all, they were friends of his Da-ge, right? Although they were still in that very early stage of the relationship where they only thought about dating each other.

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were disgustingly wrapped up in each other all of the time, but their relationship had at least progressed to remembering other people existed.

It was with a heavy heart that Nie Huaisang put his plan into action. Sacrifices had to be made. But he knew his brother.

“Huaisang!” Nie Mingjue yelled from the kitchen.

“Yes, Da-ge?” he replied innocently, not moving from his slump on the couch.

Nie Mingjue clomped into the living room. “Do you know why the coffee maker isn’t working?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not?” Nie Huaisang said, all wide-eyed surprise. “I just had tea this morning, Da-ge. I don’t know why it wouldn’t be working.” He gestured towards his teacup, artfully placed so it would be obvious there were no other beverages.

Nie Mingjue scowled. “Don’t you usually have coffee in the morning?”

“Usually isn’t always. I really didn’t know it was broken!”

“It was working fine yesterday.”

“Da-geeee,” Nie Huaisang whined. “Do you really think I wouldn’t complain right away if it wasn’t working? How is it even broken?”

Nie Mingjue narrowed his eyes. “I’m not sure. It’s plugged in and everything looks okay, but it’s not turning on.”

That’s because last night I took it apart and cut the wires, Nie Huaisang thought. “If you don’t know, then how would I know?” he said.

Clenching his jaw in irritation, Nie Mingjue finally admitted defeat. “Okay, fine. But if it’s not working then I guess we have to get a new one. Let’s go this afternoon.”

“Oh, I’m busy today, Da-ge. Why don’t you go with Jiang Cheng? He has coffee here a lot too, after all,” Nie Huaisang said airily, deftly maneuvering Nie Mingjue into his trap.

“Hmph. Fine,” Nie Mingjue grunted, then stalked off. He was always extra-grumpy before he had his coffee.

Once his brother was out of sight, Nie Huaisang allowed himself a smug smile. Everything was going according to plan.

— —

Of course Nie Huaisang already knew which store that they would go to for a new coffee maker, because Jiang Cheng only bought kitchen items from a certain specialty kitchen store. So there was no need to worry about them deciding to go to a department store — once Nie Mingjue asked Jiang Cheng to help him buy the coffee maker, their fate was sealed.

And of course Nie Huaisang had already made plans to meet Wei Wuxian (and by extension, Lan Wangji) at the clothing store right next to the kitchen store for a fun afternoon of shopping.

How would he know when Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng arrived at the kitchen store? Simple! Nie Huaisang had already asked his Da-ge if they could pick him up a new set of wine cups, since they were going to the fancy store anyway. And since he obviously didn’t know what the store had in stock, Nie Mingjue could just text him some pictures! Nie Mingjue had grumbled, but agreed — after Nie Huaisang had assured him he’d pay him back.

Wei Wuxian was posing in a slinky red silk blouse with far too many buttons undone, looking coyly over his shoulder at a red-eared Lan Wangji, when Nie Huaisang’s phone finally chimed.

“Yes, yes, Wei-xiong, I think it looks great. And Lan Wangji agrees, don’t you?” Nie Huaisang said, trying to keep his tone even.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji said, moving forward to grab Wei Wuxian by the waist. “It looks great,” he said lowly, before burying his face in the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck where the shoulder was exposed.

Wei Wuxian squealed in delight. “Oh my! Lan Zhan!”

Closing his eyes, Nie Huaisang took a breath, held it a second, then let it out. “Guys. Listen to me. Let’s buy the shirt, I just remembered that I have something I need to get next door.” There was another squeal of delight. Nie Huaisang keenly felt the pain of being in public with Wangxian and bravely throttled down his desire to just leave them there next to the changing rooms and quickly distance himself so that he wouldn’t also be banned from the clothing store. “Wei-xiong, come on, you promised you’d shop with me!” he tried desperately.

“Ahaha, oh, right, yes,” Wei Wuxian managed. “Come on Lan Zhan, we can go home and, you know…”

Lan Wangji finally lifted his head away from Wei Wuxian’s neck, eyes bright. “Mn. I will buy the shirt for you.”

It seemed to take forever for them to get Wei Wuxian back into his own clothes and make their purchases — of course Huaisang also had to buy his own beautiful hand-painted silk shirt, it would have been suspicious if he didn’t! — but by forcing Nie Mingjue to send him pictures of every possible option he managed to stall long enough to get them out of the store while Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng were still in the kitchen store.

“Okay, listen,” Nie Huaisang said, once they were outside. “My Da-ge and Jiang Cheng are in there.”

“What? Chengcheng is here?” Wei Wuxian said, delighted.

“Yes, they are shopping for a new coffee maker. Together. Because they’re dating!” Nie Huaisang said. “And I’ll prove it to you now! Be quiet when we go in and you’ll see!”

Both of them looked skeptical, but Wei Wuxian shrugged and nodded in agreement. Lan Wangji, of course, would have been quiet either way.

Nie Huaisang cautiously led them inside. They snuck around the shelves until they could found Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng.

“That’s all of them, he just has to pick one now,” Jiang Cheng said with a scowl.

Crap! Nie Huaisang thought, fumbling his phone out. He scrolled through the pictures and sent back a request for the ones he actually really liked, a set of porcelain cups painted with small birds.

Nie Mingjue looked down at his phone and huffed. “I knew it was going to be the birds. It’s always the birds. All right, let’s look at the coffee makers.”

Nie Huaisang frowned — he wasn’t that predictable! — but waved Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to follow them anyway.

However, no matter how closely they watched (and Nie Huaisang had to keep reminding Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji to watch because they kept trying to grope each other) Nie Mingjue and Jiang Cheng never touched. They discussed the pros and cons of the coffee makers with no mention whatsoever of the time that Nie Huaisang came home after a night out and Jiang Cheng was somehow already in their apartment with suspiciously rumpled clothes, drinking coffee at the table with Nie Mingjue as if it were perfectly normal. No flirting about what Jiang Cheng would like best first thing in the morning. Just a boring conversation about how much the different models cost and their features.

Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue made their purchases and left. Wei Wuxian looked at Nie Huaisang with that mildly condescending look he got. “Ah, Nie-xiong. It looks like your Da-ge just wanted Jiang Cheng’s advice. I don’t think it’s that deep. After all, look at me and Lan Zhan! They’re nothing like that. And neither of them was all flustered and trying too hard like how that stupid peacock gets. I think you’re overthinking it. There was nothing between them at all!”

“But, Wei-xiong, they hang out all the time and Jiang Cheng comes over when I’m not there and—!”

“Nie-xiong, people can have friends! Besides, for some reason Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to hang out with me when Lan Zhan is there. It’s good that he’s branched out and gotten new friends!”

Nie Huaisang glared at him. “He doesn’t want to hang out with you two because you’re shameless. Lan Wangji’s hands are in your back pockets right now.”

Wei Wuxian just laughed.

— —

“Are they still watching?” Nie Mingjue asked once they were outside.

Jiang Cheng casually glanced over his shoulder. “Nope. Huaisang is hitting Wei Wuxian with his fan and Lan Wangji is glaring at him.”

“Good,” Nie Mingjue said, and led Jiang Cheng around the side of the building to a sheltered corner. Once out of sight, he cupped Jiang Cheng’s cheek in his hand and tilted his face up for a kiss.

[boysl0vingboys]

EPISODE EIGHT THOUGHT PROCESS

1/4

STUPID FCKING COUNTDOWN

the cuddling. 

with his toy. 

in his bed, 

my dumbass child 

im going to die of cuteness

WAIT THE PHOTOS!!!!!

i live for bickering couples in love

DID HE ACTUALLY BURN SOMETHING?!

PAT! YOU FCKING HIMBO!

‘sweet moment’

Pa! stop ruining moments

secret holding hands !!!!!

is this himbo about to take his shirt off -.-

he tried to hand it back to him

bickering boyfriends :) and their cranky director being done with them

INK!!!!!!!!

PAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

WEI! FCK OFFFF!!!! leave the lesbians alone!

PRAN BREAK THIS A-HOLE HEART FOR ME

that is the face of a man trying to figure out how not to have his boyfriend kill you

you adorable soon to be murder

WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?\

2/4

My heart cannot take this!

Your honour! They are married!

so... both siblings are disasters- 

magically love music!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“we’re both clumsy” YOU BOTH IN LOVE YOU MEAN!

just the two of you... LIkE A DATE!!!!!

WAIT!!!! CUTE MOMENTS BACK TO BACK! FOR BOTH COUPLES!

Pat, the lesbian are on a different level, you’ll get there... 

not the phone~

the sad puppy eyes :(

in his bed? again? :)

Pran? Are you training him?

pfft,... :) boy out here really trying to make all of us realise how single we are.

(enter the seagulls) patpatpatpatpatpatpat

Korn, for a second there I thought you had the brain cell of the group for the day. 

more cute moments? please!

O.O

Pat, i think you’re a little too into character

Nanon, sweetie, don’t laugh

Wai... fuck. off. I swear ever time your on screen-

LEAVE THE LESBIAN ALONE

PAT COME SAVE YOUR SISTER! 

so I see Pran is the permanent holding off your groups brain cell

‘left for you’ the fck?

Pran, no more drinking. the brain cell is drowning in lovesick thoughts

but that smile :’)

oh no- dad don’t - are you friggin kidding me?!

3/4

DAD! YOU CANNOT GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK LIKE THAT! He likes the play do not be an ass!

DON’T SAY THAT

Pat, can I punch your dad?

noooo, tell him~

Pran, time for some soulmate telepathic shite right now!

pat, sweetie, you don’t even want to play rugby. at least you’re still in it.

SOULMATE TELEPATHIC SHITE!!!!!

.............................................................. fuck i am single.

he actually did the back hug

pat too

i’m not crying you are 

dont call him sir, that a whole new can off worms

HOW HAS NO ONE NOTICED THEM?

these adorable a-holes

CLIMB!CLIMB!CLIMB!

i swear if that phone frowny face is foreshadowing I am going to scream

bitches get stitches, stop gossiping and be unhappily single like the rest of us.

4/4

stress from the beginning, thats great

his wearing the earphones !

his wearing his tshirt 

dont do it-

for fuck sake can people stop letting ohm take his shirt off?!

this shit is about to hurt :(

dont hit me with flash backs 

I am fragile, and the eye contact!

dont leave!

i swear if pat cries- never mind im broken

weird way to say you find him hot but okay

BUT HE CARES ABOUT HIM MORE!!!!!!!!

AND HE IS HIS BOYFRIEND!

AND THE HAND HOLDING!

I KNEW IT I FUCKIGN KNEW IT! FUCK EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I SCREAMED ,SO LOUD MY MOTHER JUST CAME DOWN STAIR TO MAKE SURE I WAS NOT BEING ATTACKED

(next week spoilers, wai you are an asshole, fuck you korn, and i still love pa and the knowing sister stare)