#someone clap for me my back hurts from thinking so hard and from slightly shrimping with concentration

[candycryptids]

Good news; porting something from fems to Killer Bod not actually so scary, might be able to do it more often for things that aren’t too complicated maybe…

Bad news: the skirt has weights crafted by Zodiark specifically to make me cry also pls ignore the funkiness of Mochiie’s overall shape hes got Chuu’s body scaling because I was being lazy while mod testing

News?: I’m gonna take a look at some other skirts in xiv and even some modded ones to reference and see if I can’t maybe salvage the situation. But it’s pretty. Scary. Also Mochiie is so pretty haha oh my GOD.

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

[kpopchangedme]

Im Jaebeom | Pregnancy!au [M]

Jaebeom read so many baby-related books he's forgotten how to enjoy some simple pleasures... (Oh, and you are obviously cranky and hormonal but he knows better than to tell you that!)

Protagonists: Im Jaebeom & You

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: NSFW - Newly Weds - Romance - Angst - Pregnancy - Pregnancy sex- Smut || [Drabble 2k]

Prompts: “I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time” + “Should have gotten a puppy.” [Anon]

Lyly's note: Is this sexy pregnancy!au worthy of Things I Wish I Knew or what? lol. Pregnant ladies, go get some! ;)

GOT7 | M.list

You let out a loud swear, stepping on a phone charger someone has somehow abandoned in the middle of the living room. It freaking hurts, like a tiny torture device, tore the sensitive skin of your foot. Of course, when you sit on the couch to examine it, it looks perfectly fine. 

“Should've gotten a damn puppy,” You curse again under your breath, unreasonably livid. 

Instantly, the guilty party's head pops out of the doorframe to his office. “Honey!” Jaebeom considers you from head to toe in outrage, “The Shrimp has ears.”

That's his thing now that the third-semester started; obsessing about auditory development and what the baby is able to hear. Swears, news coverage of dramatic events and loud quarrels are strictly prohibited. He plays music whenever he has the chance, boasting about how you are growing a music whiz. 

Ever since he read his first damn pregnancy book, Jaebeom turned into a helicopter daddy-to-be, always hovering to make sure you are doing everything right. At the end of the third prenatal visit, he decided on moving his whole studio at home to work and mommysit – as he calls it.

By the time he was done with the fourth pregnancy book, you felt like nothing but an incubator to his spawn. That's not exactly what you wished your first year of life together would feel like. But then again, you didn't plan on getting pregnant on your honeymoon, the first time you two ditched contraception. It happened very fast. Everyone called it a blessing and you did too for a while, you were elated. Right until you started to lose your hair and struggle with acne like a damn teenager… Now it varies daily, you are either excited or scared shitless, in high spirits or easily irritable, you can't tell before it shifts. Overbearing, Jaebeom has gotten better than yourself at reading your daily disposition.

When you glare at him, he straightens worryingly in the doorframe, partly to blame for your current mood. “Don't look at me!” You snap in exasperation, still rubbing the sole of your aching foot. “Can you stop looking at me like that?”

He risks taking a few steps in your general direction, expertly assessing the situation, “Like what?”

"Like I’m a ticking bomb; like I'm gonna start yelling at you any second!” Freezing in the middle of the place, he presses his tongue to his cheek. You are almost shouting, but he knows better than to point that out.

“I’m not,” Jaebeom comes to sit by you guardedly. He makes sure not to maintain eye contact for too long, as though you're a dangerous fickle animal. "Did you hurt yourself?"

You hiss threateningly at the question but he still reaches for your perpetually bloated foot. Gently, he massages it, flashing you a dumb innocent smile. Still sullen, you at least allow him to do that much.

Fine, you do not completely hate having your man work from home. 

“I can’t help the fact that I’m so goddamn moody all the freaking time...” 

“Moody?” You cross your arms over your chest and Jaebeom chuckles, shaking his head. “You're the living definition of serene honey... You're the best. I love you.”

“Shuddup.” Groaning at the fake compliment, you offer your second foot after a minute of pampering, slightly appeased. “Stop trying so hard, it turns me into a cliché bitch.” You don't miss Jaebeom’s grimace at the word, but he isn't brave enough to correct you again. “Tell you what, if the baby's first word is a swear... I’ll do everything you ask of me for a year.”

"Everything? A whole year?” Raising his eyebrows suggestively, Jaebeom leans in for a lengthy kiss. “You know I can't say no to a promise like that. I would abuse that power, I’m quite imaginative.” You laugh against his mouth, sliding your arms around his neck for him to linger a little longer. Your hub has one hell of a gift, he can always change your mood, even on the worst days. That being said, you're always in the mood for some sexy time with him lately. You just have limited positions and flexibility. “I might teach the Shrimp your favourite cusses just to win that privilege.”

“You wouldn't dare.”

Laughing, Jaebeom sits back but you follow, managing to climb him without difficulty. It's clear he has started something with his massage, stirred your desire. “I’m not done,” he warns pointlessly, not talking about you, "I'm working hard." He points his chin to the studio, but you don't climb down. There's no way he believes you will let him go back to his office right now.

“Very hard yeah,” chuckling, you pull at the collar of his shirt, “Mister Producer.” He breaks the kiss to get rid of the piece of clothing himself, eager to entertain your favourable disposition. Some sacrifices are harder to make than others, and taking a break from work for quick sex is a no brainer. Your hands roam his shoulders, even after all this time you still can't get enough. “Did you save it?” Nudging your nose to his, you pull away to throw your loose gown over your head. 

Jaebeom groans, already expertly unhooking your bra, “Of course I saved, but I’ll need to get back to it...” His mouth explores your neck and you throw your head back, savouring every single one of his kisses. “Feeling better?” He hums, lightly sucking your skin and you moan. Fine, having your man work from home is the best damn thing that ever happened to you. At your natural response, Jaebeom cups your swollen breasts, thumbs rubbing circles on your areolas. 

“Shit.” Instantly, he shushes in disapproval making you laugh. You lean into him as much as your 29 weeks belly allows. “I can't help myself, I'm too sensitive.”

“I can see that baby,” Jaebeom marvels as his constant stroking of your nipples makes your thighs jerk. “I read third-semester’ orgasms are incredibly intense...” You rise to your knees to slide his fleece jogger pants down, smoothly freeing his erection. These darn books sure reveal some useful information sometimes… “What do you think?”

“Oh, how would I possibly know that?” He stops altogether, freezing under you at the joke. Barely two days prior, you finished twice before he did – very expressively – but still, he hesitates. For a man as skilled as he is, it sure is easy to make him question himself. Jaebeom is contemplating his life, a dubious look on his face when you take his cock in your palm. His eyes shut, goosebumps spreading on his body at your touch. Smirking, you stroke him leisurely, “I guess you’ll have to keep working hard so we can find out.” You say that but really, you’ve been so hypersensitive lately, he could make you reach your high without even trying.

“You know...” Opening his eyes lazily, Jaebeom frowns; “I'm not sure how I feel… About the Shrimp is hearing all our sexy talk...” It's your turn to stop everything.

Oh no, he did not just say that… Not after all the stuff he put you through!

“I swear to God, Im fucking Jaebeom! I let you have your way until now; I gave up caffeine, cheese and fish…” Suddenly livid, you start checking things off of your fingers. “You are worried of dumb stuff you read about despite the doctor's best opinion... So, I let you hire a cleaning service; I stopped driving myself around and dyeing my hair; I allowed you to post our ultrasounds all over your socials; I didn't say anything when you sent the cats away to your mom's…” His mouth is open in awe as you angrily go on. He's clearly racking his brain to find out what he said wrong. Him and his stupid pregnancy obsessions. “But this... This is where I draw the fucking line Jaebeom. If you stop making love to me because it creeps you out... Honest to God, I will murder you. I don't care what the baby hears. The doctor said it was safe. I want sex, I need sex. Give me sex, or I'll destroy you.”

“Honey,” Jaebeom bites his lips, struggling to conceal his amusement, “I wasn’t saying we should stop. It doesn't bother me like that...” His right palm rubs your lower back in repetition to ease you. “I was just wond–”

“I don't care what you wonder about,” you interrupt, still down, “just do me.”

Before Jaebeom can fully laugh at you flaring over nothing again, you're kissing him roughly, intended on getting your way. Wriggling under you to get to a better angle, he doesn't seem too affected, simply enjoying the hormonal rollercoaster ride. One of the actual perks of your pregnancy is being in the mood quickly and it's more than just your desire, it's physical too. Something that is undeniable when his hand finds its way between your legs. You're ready for him already, wet and messy. Though you rock into his palm briefly, there's only one thing on your mind right this instant. 

You don't want to wait any longer to feel him inside you. You use Jaebeom's shoulder as a fulcrum to position yourself, raising on your knees and he helps, holding his cock as you gradually sink down. Once you're sitting back on him on the couch, filled, you pause, dropping your forehead to his. Eye to eye, out of focus, Jaebeom pecks your lips tenderly. His hands caress your belly on their way to the side of your thighs. That's enough to make you soft all over again. The power that man holds over you knows no limit. Careful, you rise, rocking your hips forward to add friction before sliding back down. This lazy back and forth goes on for a while and every time you fall down and your ass meets his thighs with a clap, you feel like breaking. 

“Okay?” Jaebeom mumbles, using his strength to firmly guide you upwards. You're thankful for his help because you're heavy and tired. You nod, letting out a weird throaty sound when he fills you up once more.

Jaebeom chuckles, entertained by your acute senses and unusual reactions. Sliding on the large couch to lay, he makes sure you follow closely, riding him. From this position, he can take better control, raising his hips to slam into you. You coo when he does, hovering above to let him have his way. You're already too taken by so little. There's a gentle thud in your belly at the shift of position but Jaebeom doesn't seem to feel the baby stir, awakened by your unrest. Thank God, because the last thing you want right now is for him to stop or slow down. It's not something abnormal or new at all, but now that the baby's movements are getting more noticeable from the outside, you wouldn't be surprised if it messed up with Jaebeom's sexy groove. In the dark, he picks a swift pace, thrusting faster but lighter, making sure to stretch this moment for as long as you both can.

Yet, you're shaky and unfocused, unable to calm yourself. Way too fast, you come undone, overwhelmed by the friction and pleasure. Ecstatic, you drop on your hands, on all fours, as your intense orgasm washes through you. Aware you're peaking already, Jaebeom maintains his rhythm, breathlessly laughing at your shortage of stamina. Sure, he was right, pregnancy orgasms are amazing but they also come almost unannounced and are ridiculously exhausting.

Losing the smile, Jaebeom frowns in concentration, probably trying to finish too. After a whole minute, you're still being carried by your own paroxysm, core quavering when his hips halt altogether. Sighing deeply, he cums in spurts inside you, letting go probably more hastily than he would have wanted to. He's a team player. He knows you won't be able to handle him for long after oversensitivity hits you.

Afterwards, you both stay like that for a moment – as one – trying to repossess yourselves. Some days, it's like you're an entirely different person. Food doesn't taste the same, you yell at your caring husband over nothing and your orgasms are absurdly drawn-out. 

“Hey,” Jaebeom speaks up after an eternity and you take it as a cue to pull away, letting him fall out of you, “that was very quick. Are you alright, was it good?” Typical of him lately, being so overly concerned, you snort. Reaching for the tissue box on the coffee table, he offers them up so you can clean yourself. Still overpowered, you nod, laying back naked on the couch to do so.

What a sight it must be, a stranded whale in the middle of his living room.

Jaebeom doesn't seem to see that though. Transfixed, he positions himself to comfortably kiss and hold your heavy belly. His fingers linger, tracing patterns over the stretched skin. “What about you Shrimp?” He asks mouth pressed to the bump, tickling. “How are you doing?” Sure enough, the baby rolls, following the sound of his familiar reassuring voice. 

“We definitely woke her up”, you announce casually, grabbing one of his hands to position it better. Now that it's over, hopefully, he won't mind or get weirded out by that idea. “And you’ll need another nickname, we're both getting huge.”

“Sorry,” Jaebeom apologizes with adoration when there's a more obvious kick. To him, his baby girl's tumbling never gets old. To you neither, but it's a different sensation entirely. Whispering in confidence, he adds, “You'll always be a shrimp to me." At the words, you can't help the flutters you feel, not from the baby. When he looks up this time, Jaebeom doesn't seem as apprehensive of your reaction. You're on the magical post-coital cloud of happiness, together. “What?” If it could, your heart would physically expand from emotion at the sight, swelling with unconditional love. As an only answer, you run a hand through his locks and he cutely grins. “Shrimp, I think we're safe for now. I don't think mommy wants to murder daddy anymore...”

“Daddy needs to get over himself,” you dramatically roll your eyes, smiling, “he knows mommy loves him, no matter what…”

GOT7 | M.list

[tomboyneedshercoffee]

Who’s In Charge?

Summary: Y/N is first in command and makes sure everything in the glade runs smoothly but whenever a Greenie comes, they always seem to doubt who’s in charge. 

Word Count: 1.3k

Author’s Note: I’M BACK HELLO! So this is something I’ve been thinking of for a while and I just really had to push through the writer’s block to get this done. If you guys like this one, I was thinking of writing Y/N and Minho’s first interaction that is briefly mentioned in the story. Good to be back and sorry for not revising it!

Warning: dumb old greenie

part one || part two 

“ Where am I?”

“ Why can’t I remember anything?”

“ Who put me here?”

Those were the three W’s every poor soul asked once they got out of that steel box. It became the same old routine, the Greenie would scramble out of the box and look around, their eyes almost bulging out of their heads once they saw the walls surrounding the glade.

After, they would precede to either run in a random direction, crumble to the floor and cry, or stand still, completely shocked until someone snapped them out of their thoughts.

While it was pretty entertaining to watch Greenie’s scared out of their mind, it did make you feel a bit guilty since you were in their position years ago. All you can remember from your first day was a few boys staring back at you with awe and confusion because finally, a girl was trapped with them.

You can’t remember exactly how you felt at the time, but when you got out of the box, the first thing you asked wasn’t where you were or who the boys were, instead it was who’s in charge.

In only a couple of days, you proved to not only show initiative but also leadership skills that most of the boys lacked. Your redeeming qualities earned you the title of first in command and while it came with a lot of perks, there was only one thing that annoyed you about the job.

“ Y/N, we got a fresh Greenie for you,” Newt called from the other side of the door, earning a slight groan from your mouth.

You got up from your desk and walked to the door, opening it to reveal Newt alongside the new boy.

“ Newt, Greenie,” You nodded to them as you walked in between them,” I’d love to give a tour but I’m actually on my way to talk to Gally about some things. Is it okay if I catch up with you two later?”

As first in command, you did feel as though you had a responsibility to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible and maybe just maybe helping Greenies get situated with the whole ‘ we’re trapped in a maze and surprise now you are too’ thing but you weren’t up for answering the same damn questions.

As you started to walk off, you felt an arm tug you back, making you almost collide with the Greenie.

“ Please, just tell me where I am,” he pleaded as you mentally checked off question one in your mind,” please.”

You sighed and looked over to the fields and in the distance, you could make out the runners coming back from the maze,” We call this place the Glade- it’s where we eat, sleep, and work.”

You shrugged the greenie off of you but before you could get away, you felt his arm grab you again.

“ Okay, you’re going to have to stop doing that before you end up in the medjack with a black eye,” you threatened as he quickly let go of your arm.

“ Sorry sorry, it’s just- I don’t remember anything. Why can’t I remember anything I-I don’t even know my own name and why am I here? I mean- who put you guys here? You obviously didn’t volunteer to be put here,” his eyes suddenly open up wider and he looks almost pale,” did I volunteer? Why would I volunteer to be put-”

You clapped in front of his face to shut him up and looked over to Newt for help but he only smiled in amusement,” Look, your name will come back to you in a couple of hours, maybe even a day or two but that’s all you will remember. I don’t know who put us here but whoever did is going to get a piece of my mind. Is that it?”

The Greenie nodded and as you started to walk towards Minho, you heard the Greenies voice ring out once more,” Can you just tell me who’s in charge? I tried asking Newt but he brought me to you instead and I still have more questions to ask.”

You stopped in your tracks and pressed your lips together in a thin line. Keep it together Y/N, maybe he doesn’t think you’re in charge because you can’t answer all of his questions. It’s not because you’re a girl you’re just terrible at greeting Greenie’s.

“ What if I told you that I actually run this place?” You said as you stuffed your hands into your pockets, turning to face the Greenie.

A laugh escaped through his lips, not even trying to hide his amusement,” Come on, you? No offense but I doubt a girl can keep this place from falling apart. Seriously, can you just tell me where I can find him?”

You nodded and exchanged a look with Newt, trying to keep yourself together. Why was it so hard for Greenie’s to understand? Everytime a boy would come up in the box, they’ve doubted that you were the one in charge and everytime without fail, they would ask around to make sure you weren’t lying.

As you took a step towards the Greenie, Newt took one step back, not wanting to be anywhere near your wrath.

You put on a fake smile and looked the boy up and down,” Greenbean, I know it’s hard for you to understand since your acorn brain is still developing but I’m the first in command. I may be a girl but that doesn’t mean I can’t kick your teeth in whenever you say something incredibly sexist. I’m a girl who’s also a badass and frankly, the smartest person in the Glade. Not only that but any boy here will tell you that I’m the scarier than a Griever when I’m pissed off.”

You pointed over to the walls and watched as the Greenie turned slightly pale,” You don’t know what’s in there, but I do and let me tell you, it isn’t pretty. If I ever hear something stupid come out of your mouth again about my gender, you will figure out what the hell a griever is, you got that?”

The Greenie, who’s face started to actually turn green, nodded and avoided eye contact with you. You tried to hide the smile on your face after your intimidating speech, feeling proud that you didn’t even stutter once.

Newt opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted him as an idea popped into your head,” Newt! Why don’t you take him to Ethan so he can start right away? A slopper sounds like the perfect job for now, don’t ya think?”

Newt smiled at you and patted the Greenie on his back,” Come on, she let you off the hook. Let’s leave before she changes her mind.”

You watched the two of them walk away and for the first time in a long time, you felt extremely proud of yourself. For almost three years, you let guys get away with doubting you and your leadership position but it finally felt good to stand up for yourself.

You waved Minho over to you as he jogged over, smiling warmly at you.

“ Hey shrimp, did this one finally believe that you’re the boss of this dump ?” Minho asked, slightly out of breath from his run.

You crossed your arms and nodded towards Newt escorting the new guy,” Not at first, but I made it clear who was in charge. I scared the klunk out of him and I might have went a bit overboard bringing up Griever’s.”

“ Oh come on, a little scare tactic never hurt anyone plus you gotta show him who’s boss. Maybe he thought you were too cute to be in charge.”

“Minho.”

Minho shook his head and gave you a cheeky smile,” I’m kidding, but at least I wasn’t like that when I came up.”

You let out a scoff as you remembered your first interaction with Minho.

“ I gotta say, I love a woman in charge,” You mimicked Minho’s voice as he playfully shoved you to the side,” even back then you were still a dumb old shank.”

“ Oh come on Y/N, you know you love me,” Minho teased as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

You wrinkled your nose and wiped your cheek with the back of your hand,” Yep, still not into you.”

[princessofthedarkrealm]

Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 4 (Pennywise x reader)

Stanley Uris’s kippah went sailing through the window of a passing school bus like a frisbee.

“Guys? Really?” You put your hands on your hips, shaking your head as Patrick and Vic cackled like a pair of hyenas.

Stanly got to his feet, dusting the dirt off his pants. Vic pushed him towards your group. Bill had just gotten over being sick, so your aunt had asked you to pick up him and Georgie after school for a couple of days instead of letting them ride their bikes so that Bill wouldn’t over exert himself. Luckily Mrs. Stout had let you leave work for a little while.

“You guys are sad, you know that?” you shot at the Bowers Gang.

Patrick mimicked crying and wiping away a tear. “So sad,” he said mockingly. Vic laughed and Belch gave the response that had earned him the only name you knew him by.

Henry Bowers, the leader of this gang of pathetic miscreants, pointed a finger at you menacingly. “Why don’t you shut your face, bookworm, before I have to add a matching mark to your other cheek?”

Your face grew hot from anger and embarrassment. Your cheek was still tender from when the man in the alley had hit you the night before. The dead man, you thought. You could still see Pennywise’s large form standing out in the dark like a pale ghost, holding your attacker up as if he weighed nothing.

You glanced to the right and saw Georgie come out of the school. You shot a nervous glance back at Henry. There was no way your little cousin was going to bypass this group of trolls. As Georgie got closer, you tried motioning at him to go around to the right. He noticed, but to your horror, so did Patrick. A sadistic grin lit up his face. 

“Aww. It’s the little shrimp.” He dubbed his thumb towards Georgie and started side stepping towards him.

You stepped forward, but Bowers got in front of you. For the second time in two days, your path was blocked by some menacing goon. You bit your bottom lip. Henry was a head taller than you and even though he was pretty scrawny, you knew he could still hurt you. Patrick was moving back and forth in front of Georgie, taunting him. Every way Georgie would go, Patrick would go that way. Patrick laughed.

“Bill,” Georgie called out weakly.

“P-Patrick, leave h-him alone,” Bill hollered.

You were seething. You glared at Henry and then your eyes flickered to the two cops that were standing across the street behind him. You smirked when you recognized one of them.

“You really want to keep making a scene in front of Daddy?” you whispered. “By the look on his face, he doesn’t look too pleased.”

Henry’s eyes grew wide as his face took on a crazed, murderous look. Jeez, there is something seriously wrong with this kid, you thought. But you didn’t dare let him see the unease that was building within you. Instead you raised your eyebrows at him, daring him to continue his little charade.

“Patrick!”

Patrick twisted around to face you and Bowers and Georgie scampered past him to safety. Bowers got in your face and jabbed a finger at you. “This isn’t over,” he whispered heatedly.

Bowers stalked off and the rest of his goons followed. Bill and his friends crowded around you. You jumped when you felt a thump on your back.

“Ho-ly shit, that was great!” Richie clapped you on the back again. “I mean, you just stood there right in his face.” He held his hand up in the air, fingers bent forward to emphasize how close you had come to danger. “I would have died.”

“Yeah, like fucking literally,” Eddie Kaspbrak added.

“Hey! We’re still at school,” You scolded.

“Yeah, we’re still at school,” Richie whispered in Eddie’s face. Eddie pushed him.

The boys said their good-byes and while the others got on their bikes, you and your cousins headed to your car, which was parked in front of the other end of school.

“Are y-you going to be d-driving us tomorrow?” Bill asked.

“Nah.” You unlocked your door. “I think your mom just wanted me to do it for a couple of days. You should be ok. Your cough is almost go-” You glanced up and froze.  Floating towards you, from across the road, was a single red balloon. You watched its slow approach, then glanced around nervously.

Georgie looked up at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sweetheart.” You unlocked the back door and the boys climbed inside. A car passed, causing the balloon to swirl around in the air. You opened your own door and went to climb in, but decided to take one more peek.

And wished you hadn’t.

The balloon was gone. But there was something else. Someone else. Standing in a small copse of trees right across the street.

Pennywise.

You felt your body lock in place. He just stood there, his intense, predatory eyes slanted slightly downward, staring at you. Devouring you. His puffy, cherry red lips hung slightly open. You started trembling. You couldn’t look away. You wanted to, only you didn’t want to. You wanted to go to him. You wanted-

Another school bus passed. And then he was gone.

******

You went about your daily routine. People talked about the man who had been murdered and of course you would act shocked. No one could ever know the truth, and there was no way they would even believe you. The next day passed. Still no Pennywise. No sightings, no gifts, even your nights were beginning to feel empty and mundane.

Friday came. The last day of school. The day had been pretty quiet at work. By afternoon a boy came in asking for books about the history of Derry. He seemed like a quiet boy, with a round, friendly face. You found a few books for him, then got him settled at a table.

“It’s a pretty day today,” you told him. “The last day of school. Wouldn’t you rather be out with friends?”

The boy glanced out the window. “I like it in here.”

You smiled at him. “Me too. Well if you need any help, just ask.”

You went back to the circulation desk and grabbed the drawing that you had started working on after lunch. It was in pencil and was more of just an idle doodle.  You traced his lips you’re your fingers. Those lips that you couldn’t get out of your mind. And those wild, intense, yellow eyes. You sighed and set it down.

You walked past the steps that led to the storage room and heard something that sounded like a holler coming from that direction. You went to investigate and were halfway down the stairs when the boy that had requested the Derry books came running up them as if something was chasing him. He slowed down when he got to you and the two of you just looked at each other, not saying anything as he walked past. What had caused him to run like that? Or even better… who? You descended the rest of the stairs. The light in the large room was dim. Long shelves full of archives, old equipment, and other things ran parallel to her. You started walking down the center aisle.

“I know you’re here,” you called. You turned slowly, all your senses on high alert. “No one else could have scared that boy like that.”

You heard a creaking sound off to your right and froze. Your heart started pounding. Did you really want to be down here alone with him? “Please, I know your there. I need to know you’re there. I know that I’m not losing my mind.” You started glancing around frantically. “I need to know that you are real. I need to see you, I need to feel…” You brought your hands up to your face and closed your eyes. A cacophony of feelings raged through you, each one fighting to take precedence: fear, anxiousness, and in the deepest part of you, something else that you were afraid to label. You heard movement behind you, close behind you. Every muscle in your body seemed to lock in place.

“Pretty little princess, don’t be afraid.”

Your eyes flew open. You’d know that voice anywhere—that soft, silky, squeaky voice.

“Pennywise has come to make your day.”

When you felt his hand on your neck, you squealed and jumped sideways so hard that your back hit one of the shelves. You heard something clatter to the floor on the other side.

You had never seen him this close before. He towered over you. Three furry orange balls went down the center of his chest. Your head reached the middle one.  His buck teeth shown prominently through his cherry red lips that were lit up into a grin so big his face could have split along the single red lines that curved from his lips and up along his face.

He leaned in towards you. “Did the little princess jump?” He giggled.

“Y-you startled me,” you stammered.

He frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

You highly doubted that.

He leaned in closer. “Are you afraid of me?”

Your mouth opened and closed a couple of times. You weren’t sure how to answer him. “I g-guess I am a little.” You were starting to sound like Bill. He reached out and barely grazed your cheek with a gloved finger causing you to flinch slightly.

“I’m not going to hurt you, little one. But I know you’ve been missing me. So I’ve come to give you what you want.”

“And how do you know what I want?” you said a little too loudly.

“Oh I know everything, my dear.” He rubbed his thumb along your chin. His face was so close and his breath smelled super sweet, like cotton candy. “I know you lie awake at night, haunted by your fears…” He tilted his head sideways at you and brought his thumb up to rub along your bottom lip. You whimpered as a shiver ran through your body, one that had nothing to do with fear. “And your desires.” He said that last word slowly. You yanked your head back to break the contact and the clown chuckled. “Look how easy you come undone by my touch.”

“I did not ask you to touch me!”

He chuckled again. “But isn’t that what you wanted to do to me?” He shook his head at you, causing his bells to jingle. “To see that I’m real. To…” He reached out like he was going to poke your nose, but then stopped just inches away. You stared at his hand. “…touch me.” He lowered his hand and leaned down to you again. “Go ahead, kit-ten. There’s no one here. Do it…Touch me.”

Your heart was beating erratically. You glanced at his chest. You slowly reached out and rested your hand on it. You had thought his costume would feel course, but it was kind of satiny, like a parachute. You ran your hand up a little farther. Pennywise leaned in closer to you, his brow furrowed. You tilted your chin up as he passed his nose inches from your hair. You heard him inhale, as though he was smelling you. You closed your eyes. You felt his nose graze your temple and felt a warmth spread through your belly as you felt his hand slowly snake around your back. Your breath was now coming out in short bursts. He started rubbing your back.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes snapped open. You glanced up at Pennywise. “Shit, I’ve been gone too long!” You pushed passed him and ran to the stairs. “I’m in here,” you called up to Mrs. Stout. 

“Well I was wondering where you had gone,” the librarian replied. She appeared at the top of the stairs. “Everything alright? Your face looks flushed.”

“I’m alright. I just…got overheated.”

“Well go splash some water on your face. No need for you to be passing out, especially not down there.” Mrs. Stout left.

You turned around, but Pennywise was gone, leaving you more confused than ever. There was no denying it now—you were definitely attracted to him. You had to see him again, as frightened as you were by your feelings. Just being around him was intoxicatingly. But was he dangerous? Was he a danger to you? You needed to find out.

@destiel-lover321  @hello-helianthus

[tuxiedjabberwock]

Sticks, Part I - a Fairy Tail one-shot

Better late than never, I suppose...

Gajevy Week

Sticks, Part I

Feb 18th — “First Date”

One minute and thirty seconds.

 He’ll be here, Levy, stop fretting, she told herself, clapping a hand to her cheeks while being careful not to smudge her blush. She stood, paced around the table and endured the other eaters’ odd glances, sat, politely refused the waiter saying she was still waiting for her plus-one, paced again, and checked her phone.

 Five minutes, fifteen seconds.

 You’re being paranoid now. She blew a lock of straightened hair away before excusing herself to the ladies’ room (to who? She was alone) to fix her styled blue tresses back under Lucy’s careful modeling, then smoothing the creases of her ocean-blue cocktail dress and freshening up some sweat-dampened make-up. She rushed back to her seat and sat with her hands between her legs, obstinately refusing to check her phone until a mid-sized family that had arrived before her paid their bill and left.

 Thirty minutes on the dot.

 “Ma’am, I don’t think he’s showing up,” said the pitiful waiter. She exhaled and scrubbed her eyes with the bases of her palms, giving a weary smile.

 “It was a good try anyway. I’ll pay for taking up s-space—” She stuttered to a halt as her eyes locked on the restaurant’s window, or more accurately the figure behind the glass. He matched the picture Lucy had provided, sure, if she looked past the mud and blood and the shovel in his buff arms. Her mouth was still gaping as she tried to come up with any reason why her best friend in the world would hook her up with a murderer. “I, uh, I err—”

 His eyes, which were the exact scarlet shade of blood, met hers, and he raised a hand to crook a finger invitingly. She swallowed and made an instinctive grab for her phone to dial 911, but she got a feeling from his grim expression that the authorities wouldn’t be well-received. She collected her affectations and made a hurried exit, and nearly made it across the street before his bulky hand clasped around her dress’ straps.

 “Where ya think yer goin’?” he asked gruffly. She squirmed as she was lifted a foot off the ground, brought to his eye-level.

 “Please don’t hurt me! All I have is books, no money — look!” She brandished her purse, intending to distract him long enough to grab at her pepper spray. He snorted and released her, and she hit the ground a little too hard and fell to her knees on the sidewalk.

 “I’m not here to rob ya,” he said almost derisively. “Yer Levy, ain’t ya? I was told by Bunny-girl that ya could help.”

 “I — what? Who?”

 “Bunny-girl. About yea high, blonde, huge tits?”

 “You mean Lu-cha — I mean, Lucy?” He nodded, never breaking eye contact. “Wait, help you with what? I thought she set us up on a…on a...” She fiddled with the straps of her bag as she spoke.

 “A what?”

 “Ah what do you need help with?” she squeaked. He looked away for a moment, flipping the shovel around to jam the tip into the ground with a loud clang.

 “My, uh, my cat died,” he admitted after a few seconds of silence, blinking heavily. “Hit by a car. I wanted to bury ‘im.” Well, that explained the mud and blood.

 “I’m sorry.” He gave a noncommittal shrug, but she noticed how his scowl was softened a bit by sadness. “If you’ve already finished, why would you need my help?”

 “Bunny-girl said you’re smart — I was thinkin’ you’d know how to send her off right.”

 “Wow. I’m flattered, but...” But I’m still dressed for a date, and standing out here with you looking like you were just “hiding the evidence” isn’t helping my image too much. I’m already known as The Girl With No Human Friends — I don’t want to be seen as The Accomplice too. “But I...”

 “Please.” It looked nearly physical for him to say that, and for a second, she saw past his rough-and-tough exterior and into his misery beneath. His hand was shaking slightly against the shovel’s shaft, and it appeared that an extra coating of dirt was smeared against clean streaks beneath his eyes. As much as he tried to appear hard and aloof, she could see that he loved his cat and that he was truly hurting. In that case, how heartless would she have to be to leave him over such selfish reasons?”

 “I… It doesn’t matter,” she said with a reassuring smile, rising to her feet. “Where did you bury her?”

 “Magnolia Cemetery.” She didn’t point out that that was for people, instead taking his arm despite the grime caking it.

 “Well then, let’s go give her a proper send-off!” He smirked a little like that, hoisting the shovel higher on his shoulder.

 “Ya know, Shrimp, yer a pretty nice person.” Her face flamed at the remark, both embarrassed and pleased.

 “I’m not a shrimp! I’ll have you know that I’m within the top percentile for heights at my age?”

 “Ya sure yer not lookin’ at the kids’ chart?” he teased as they walked down the sidewalk. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling a little chilled in the cold night air. The dress was sleeveless, as the restaurant was warm, and she expected that her date would provide a coat, but looking at the dirt stains on his, she was reluctant to ask. “Yer cold?” he asked, glancing at her from the side of his eye.

 “What? No!” she said, shaking her head and beaming in reassurance. He snorted through his nose, dubious, but didn’t hold the issue. “So,” she said into the silence that had befallen them as they passed Magnolia Park, “what...were you doing before your cat was killed?”

 “Walking,” he said noncommittedly. “Nothin’ special. Unlike you, I suppose.” He ran a curious eye over her dress while she shrunk into herself slightly.

 “I was just, uh, waiting for someone,” she said, flushing slightly. “Lu-chan promised me a...a...”

 “Date?” he suggested. She nodded and turned away, unwilling to see his reaction. “And lemme guess, I wasn’t what you were expecting, eh?”

 “I saw a picture of you,” she corrected, glancing over at him. He raised an eyebrow.

 “And you accepted anyway? A proper-lookin’ girl like you with a guy like me?” He said it sourly.

 “My parents taught me to never judge a book by its cover — that motto’s never failed me once.” He chuckled shortly and nudged her with his elbow. She playfully shoved back, at which he let out a loud laugh and pushed her so hard she stumbled slightly, having to regain her balance against a street lamp. “I don’t think I’ve gotten your name,” she said, gasping a little in realization.

 “Redfox,” he said. “Gajeel.”

 “Gajeel… That’s weird.” He snorted, then fell silent as they ascended the rising sidewalk. They passed through the open gates of the cemetery and into a field of tombstones, some small and simple and others huge and elaborate. A reverential silence encased them almost with an urge to stop and kneel at every burial she saw. She remembered visiting once before with Lucy on the anniversary of her mother’s passing, but otherwise she steered clear of the place. Now, however, she was there with a virtual stranger.

 “Right over here.” Gajeel’s gruff voice burst their bubble as he pointed out a freshly-dug spot beneath the cemetery’s pear tree. She knelt alongside him, careful that her dress didn’t ride up her legs, and clasped her hands together with closed eyes.

 “May you rest in peace,” she whispered. She opened one eye and peeked at Gajeel, who was staring expectantly with his face in one hand. “I, uh, it’d help to know more about her.”

 “Her name was Cupcake,” he deadpanned. Levy wanted to laugh but it wasn’t warranted. “I see yer face,” he remarked a bit sullenly. “My little sister, Wendy, named her. She was seven back then.”

 “You have a little sister? Can I see a pic?” He nodded once and took out his phone, careful not to dirty it too much as he opened his Gallery and passed it over. She saw a waterpark scene featuring Natsu — Lucy’s best friend since childhood and her, ahem, “not boyfriend” — alongside his redheaded dad, Igneel, and a taller and sharper-faced black-haired man with his arms around a beautiful woman with feathery blue hair and sweet brown eyes. Below them, victim to Natsu’s arm around his neck, was Gajeel — she tried not to stare too long at his chiseled body — looking like the spitting image of the black-haired man, and in his lap was a small girl with long blue hair and an infectious smile. “Aww, she’s so cute! And look at Natsu — he has to be like fourteen here!”

 “Fifteen,” he muttered, taking his phone back. “I was seventeen.”

 “But not any less grumpy,” she teased softly, earning a short snigger.

 “Three months after that, all three of our parents were killed in a car accident.” Levy nodded solemnly — she had heard the story already from Lucy, then Natsu in more detail. “We found the kitten some weeks later and Wendy wanted to keep her. I thought, She could use a little happiness, and let her. She loved it like nothin’ else, dressing her up for tea parties and taking Cupcake everywhere she went — except school; had a huge argument there — and after a while, I started likin’ the little fur ball too.”

 “She sounded like a little joy.”

 “She was,” he said with a small but sweet smile that heavily contrasted his appearance. She smiled back and gently took his hands, silently noting how small and pale hers were in comparison to his tanned, work-hardened ones, and folded them in prayer before doing the same.

 “God, please bless the soul of little Cupcake,” she murmured into the wind as it swept past them, bringing with it the scent of stale perfume and turned soil. “She brought joy to the Redfox family after they lost their parents, and especially to a little girl who never should have known sadness at such a young age. Gajeel, too, is hurting, although he won’t show it, and he’s a nice guy if a little metal-dependent, so please, I ask you to heal the souls of them and allow them to remember their cat fondly rather than in sadness. She has brought a lot of happiness to a family in desperate need of some, and while she’s now experiencing that same happiness in Heaven, I ask you to ensure that the family on earth can live their lives to the fullest still. Amen.”

 “Amen,” he repeated, opening his eyes and rubbing them with a grunt. She noticed a bit of wetness before he did, and without thinking she leaned into his side. He coughed in surprise. “What? What are ya doin’, Shrimp?”

 “Helping,” she said. “You needed my help and I’m giving it.”

 “Yeah, but I didn’t ask for—for—” He cut himself off as she turned, resting her cheek against his chest, and somehow her proximity unblocked him, as with a choked sound, he began to cry. He hesitated for just a second before putting an arm around her shoulders, digging his fingers into her head as he hissed behind his teeth, tears streaking through the grit on his face. She let him express his pain wordlessly, until the wind had died down and the groundskeeper was approaching, and with a small noise of surprise he was on his feet.

 “Thanks,” he muttered, grabbing his shovel and slinging it over his shoulder. He started back to the sidewalk, then turned to her with a half-smile. “Not the first date you expected, eh?”

 “Could’ve been worse,” she retorted with a grin. He laughed as he continued, and it wasn’t until a long while later that Levy had to explain to a flabbergasted groundskeeper why she was out there in a fancy dress with dirt and dried blood on her.