#that's why after watching a movie or reading a book I'll usually put it aside for a few years

[queentheweeb]

Jiro X Gender Neutral Reader X Momo

Jirou and Momo were such an iconic couple. The musician and the rich girl. Honestly, you had read so many fanfics and actual published books with that kind of dynamic most of them between a woman and a man but there were a handful of LGBTQIA+ couples that fell into that sort of category. Both have flex on different levels. Jirou can sing and play numerous instruments whereas Momo can buy out supermarkets and it'll barely put a dent in her pockets. Iconic. You wanted to be a part of that iconic group but, how? You didn't exactly have any redeeming qualities besides martial arts. You and Ojiro spent a lot of time together practicing and of course, have half the class convinced that the two of you were dating. You guys weren't even though Ojiro liked to fuck with them and leave it ambiguous. Neither admitting nor denying the allegations, the sly bastard. 

"Mashi, when are we going to finally drop the ball on them that we aren't dating?" You were in the common room with him watching TV on his tablet. The two of you were sharing headphones and, the show was a cooking anime. The two of you liked to cook so Bakugo and Sato weren't the only ones in the kitchen.

"I like to mess with them, besides in my head I like to pretend that we are." You choked on your lollipop looking at him in shock. What did he mean by that? Did he actually have genuine feelings for you? Knowing you were head over heels for Jirou and Momo? Were you accidentally toying with him? "Don't give me that look you never toyed with me. I know you want Jirou and Momo. I will make sure that you worm yourself into that couple one way or another. If all else fails I'll still be here by your side watching sappy movies and eating junk food, okay?" You nodded your head leaning against his shoulder despite the bomb he dropped on you. He actually liked you but, for how long? How long was he hiding his feelings? Why did you feel slightly guilty? You yelped at a pluck to the forehead "Stop thinking so hard about it. I knew how this was going to end and it doesn't change my feelings, I still love you. That love can always be platonic though, I rather love you as a friend than lose you altogether simply because my feelings aren't reciprocated." You pouted at him. You still felt bad but, he was right. You rather have him at your side as a friend than lose him altogether. The two of you continued to watch the anime you clinging to his arm as always. No need to make things awkward.

"Hey lovebirds, are you cooking or me?" The two of you looked up at Bakugo as he stared at the two of you with his usual scowl. Ever since he found out the two of you could cook and it tastes good he's become civil. He even became Mashi's friend in a way when he started giving him Ghost Pepper sauce in his food. The first spice to ever make him sweat and drink water right after eating. You looked at Mashi waiting for his reaction. He simply shrugged so that was a yes. "Tch." He went back up to his room to do whatever it is that he does. The two of you watched the ending of the episode before getting to work in the kitchen. You guys made a giant bowl of white rice to create onigiri with different vegetables, meats, and other stuff. You put aside 4 onigiris for Bakugo to eat along with his ghost pepper sauce. You knew what most of the class liked and sue you if you made Jirou's and Momo's a little special. 

"Does this look cute?" You looked over at Mashi who had made a rabbit onigiri with bunny ears.

"That's adorable." He nodded before setting to work on the other ones. "Here." You took an onigiri and fed it to him. This is how the two of you always were. You fed him and he fed you or sometimes a food fight would occur and the two of you would have a mess to clean. The two of you acted so domestically but, that's just how friends were. That's just the dynamic that the two of you had despite what the others may believe. "Do you think Jirou and Momo would like this?" You showed instrument-shaped onigiri for Jirou and the kawaii faces on the other ones for Momo

"They would love it. I made the bunny ones for Midoriya, the bird ones for Toko..." The two of you fell into an easy conversation until Jirou and Momo were brought up again

"Do you think they're poly? I'm overly worried about even getting their attention but then what? What do I do? I'm not even sure if they are interested in getting a third. For all I know they're content and I'm just wasting my time-" Your rant was cut off by Mahi hugging you tightly to him his tail wrapped around your shoulders. 

"You're going to end up giving yourself a heart attack you know that." That earned giggles. "It doesn't hurt to try right? You're not sure of anything but, the heart can't help what it wants. You want to be with the two of them and there is nothing wrong with that. We can try. How about this? After dinner, you try to be friendly with them and drop hints, right? Then when you feel the time is ready or when you're the most confident you ask them. They're the two most level-headed and kind-hearted people in the class. Regardless of what happens, they're both going to be sweethearts about it. Besides." He pinched your cheeks giving you a grin of his own "If shit hits the fan- I pray it doesn't- I got cuddles, movies, and junk food." You laughed bringing him in for a tight hug. The two of you were too absorbed in the conversation to notice two people standing around the corner of the kitchen listening to everything the two of you said. They walked away starting a conversation 

"So they're really not dating." Momo let out a breath of relief. It actually hurt her thinking the two of them were together. She looked over at her girlfriend who had a similar expression on her face.

"That's a relief to know they were just fucking with us." She twirled her earphone jack as she reached to grab Momo's hand. "So that means..." She looked over at Momo grinning at the big smile she had on her face.

"We have a chance! They like both of us!" The two of them giggled going back to their dorm rooms to get ready for dinner. Now back to you and Ojiro who had just finished the last of the onigiri when the first trickle of your classmates came down. It got loud in no time so you and Ojiro started serving everyone. You gave him Midoriya's and Shinsou's to hand out first. He gave you a knowing look. 

"Those two have been pining for your attention. Go give them some." You swatted him in the butt and with a yelp, he got a move on. You served the bakusquad- which Momo became a part of thanks to Jirou. Before you turned away Momo grabbed your hand to turn to her.

"Thank you for the food! It looks good you've gotten really good at cooking." You felt your cheeks redden at the compliment and the earnest look in her eyes. 

"Yeah, you are good Y/N. You should show me some recipes." Jirou smirked at you. You felt like you were going to explode so before you did you made it back to the kitchen at the same time as Mashi who was just as red as you. 

"I'm going to die." He took the rest of the onigiri including his own nodding his head in agreement.

"Me too." The two of you went to sit down at your usual spot until Jirou beckoned you over.

"There's room over here come sit with us." Were you hallucinating? Was this a fever dream? Too much time in the kitchen? You turned to Mashi only to see Midoriya and Shinsou hounding him to sit together. Well shit, here goes nothing. You did as suggested sitting surprisingly between the two of them. You weren't sure what was happening but, you felt someone's foot moving up your leg. You bit your tongue to keep from reacting but, your skin was hot. Burning. You knew it was burning. It had to be Momo or Jirou and fuck it, two can play this game. Once the foot moved it was your turn and judging by the way Momo flushed it was Momo who was flirting. You turned to see Jirou eyeing the two of you with a grin. You felt bad for flirting but, were caught off guard when she smirked with her tongue out showing off a tongue ring. Holy shit you had it bad. You managed to make it through dinner casually flirting with gestures between the two girls before Sato and Bakugo surprisingly offered to wash the dishes. He must have really liked his food. The rest of the class went their separate ways, some to the common room and coming back to their dorms. You decided to head back upstairs needing to cope with what happened during dinner. You looked over at Mashi who was sandwiched between Midoriya and Shinsou. He didn't look uncomfortable so you let him be choosing to just go back to your dorm. You were almost there too when you felt someone grab your hands. You turned to see it was the two iconic queens you'd just flirted with. Holy fuck.

"I have a confession." It was Momo who was going to be doing all the talking it seemed "Me and Jirou uh...." She took a deep breath before staring at you with determination "I and Kyoka heard you and Ojiro in the kitchen. We know that you like us and I wanted to let you know that we have talked about it and would love to be a throuple." Wait for what? Huh?? They HEARD you and Mashi talking? What was this? What was life? 

"It's not to overwhelm you but, um. If you want, we will accept you into our relationship and we can make it work and become a throuple." Jiro was waving her earphone jacks around as if to appease you. You were thinking hard. This is what you wanted so why fight it?

"As long as I can call you two by your first names?" They blinked before nodding their consent "Then yes I want to be a part of your relationship." You were so excited to tell Mashi all about it.

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Thoughts? This was a request from about 6 months ago.

[taegularities]

hi! I'm really sorry if this comes out as awkward or like really out of the blue, but I just wanted you to know that I really appreciate you writing and consistently posting stuff, and being excited about sharing your works with your fans. being one such fan myself, I am so glad to have found you during my tumblr phase (I think it's more than a phase now, lmao). if I was reading a book and a notification of you posting popped up on my phone, I'd leave whatever I was reading to read your stories. I'm mostly a silent reader, and I don't interact much, but I can't begin to tell you how much joy your writing has given me. I can't even explain it in words, your writing inspires me so much that I started writing as well :). picked up that novel I left a year ago, and it's kinda progressing(?). I'm sure you're a busy person, but you having the time to reply to your readers and posting consistently really shows how dedicated you are. I'm not saying that if you decided not to, it means your not dedicated, taking a break is important as well, but I have come to really appreciate and admire how you take the time to do so.

over jeweled hills was the first fic that I read from this blog, and safe so say, I was hooked from the very first sentence I read from that story. I couldn't help myself but go through your master list, and it was truly a wonderful experience. I love your writing style and your plots and everything, because of how beautifully it is put.

also, that yjhd fic that you wrote like two years ago? a thousand reasons why - that one? I have been building the courage to say something to you ever since you posted that. yjhd was a childhood favorite of mine, lmao. the soundtrack is still present in almost every one of my playlists. when I read your fic about it, I just felt so nostalgic. you wrote it so well, and I went to watch it again after eight long years. since I was young back then, I didn't understand bunny at all. but after reading your fic and watching it again, it made me reconsider what I felt about him, and really just changed my perspective. everything about that fic was just so perfect. the relationships in between the characters, the chemistry, the reunion with reader and jungkook, everything.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to make this a long ask, but you're just so wonderful, really. thank you so much for all that you write. maybe it's just a hobby of yours, but I'd like to remind you that it brings a lot of us comfort. thank you.

this is not awkward at all… oh gosh, this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me, are you kidding 🥺 and i don't mind this being long, i'm gushinnngggg :(( woah, you read over jeweled hills? it's been so long that i even thought of that one, i'm so happy you liked it!! 😭 and ahh atrw :( it's my favourite movie as well, and i tried my best to capture the emotions well, so i'm truly flattered you liked it so much and that it could help you understand the characters better wow what the heck :(( seriously, tysm for being here and sticking around.

i'm so glad you found your way here, too, and i appreciate it to bits that you reached out despite usually being a silent reader. and also like… you put your novels aside to read my stuff? goddd, can i give you a tight hug fr, love, like 😭 and it's super fkn cool that you started writing and that it's progressing, too!! i hope you've been having fun with it 🥺 no honestly, thank you so so much. i don't even have the words to express my gratitude lol like idk what to say except tysm 😭 i know writing to someone can be difficult and intimidating at times, but if you ever want to talk or reach out again, i'll be here 🫂🥺 love you!!!! 🤍

[webbedphantom]

Get to Know me Better

ALIAS / NAME: Volt, because I tend to use the 2099 swear "shock" instead of actually cursing. I'm not as strict on that rule as I used to be, but just know that if I'm cursing out of character, my mental health is in the trash.

BIRTHDAY: October 1st. Don't really do much for my birthdays, but this year it's right after my sister's wedding, so we'll not only be actually celebrating for once, but she's buying my a new computer, and I am very excited for that

ZODIAC SIGN: Libra. I have to look this up everytime one of these asks about it, since I don't put much stock into the idea. I don't really understand it, and I don't think I ever will.

HEIGHT: 5'11 Fun Fact, I made that Aaron's canon height just so that I would remember my own. My brain is weird.

HOBBIES: Gaming and writing, obviously, but there's also streaming, drawing occasionally, and making edits in Photoshop. And as soon as I get my new computer, I also plan to start learning how to make my own games.

FAVORITE COLOR: I've got a few actually. Cherry Red, like P5, Neon Green, and that shade of blue that's so dark it almost looks black. I don't know what it's actually called, I just call it Symbiote Blue, because that's what I usually see it on.

FAVORITE BOOK: If graphic novels count, then I'd say Spider-Man: Life Story. It's not the best story in the world, but it has inspired so much of what I'm working on rn. If we're talking actual books, it's been a while since I read any, but if I had to pick one... The Spider-Man 3 Novelization by Peter David. He's one of my all time favorite writers, and as bad as the movie was at points, the novel really shows how much potential it had. There's so many things that were cut from the final release that David put in here, and it just works so much better. Highly recommend checking it out if you're a fan of the Rami films.

LAST SONG: "Break Through it All" from Sonic Frontiers. I have a massive Sonic playlist that I was listening to while working on the Multi-muse. Though I also found this AMAZING Metroid playlist on Spotify that I've been listening to a ton. So many great remixes and covers that I can't get enough of.

LAST MOVIE / SHOW: Uhhh... Panty & Stocking, I think. I will not be answering any questions, thank you.

RECENT READ: Aside from the incredible Ultimate Spider-Man run going on rn, I've been catching up on some DC books. And by catching up, I mean reading through the Rebirth runs of Justice League and Titans (since Rebirth was when I actually started getting into DC, but I wasn't able to actually keep up with them when they were new), with plans to check out Green Lanterns and Superman next. I've always really enjoyed the Titans, moreso the adult ones after watching Young Justice, but this Justice League run (which I only started reading because I know they crossover with the Titans at some point) really surprised me with how... Amazing it is. Like I've always liked the team, more because Batman and Flash were there, but this has me really liking the entire team for the first time since the animated series, and that has really got me hooked.

INSPIRATION: I'm not sure if this means for the character, or me personally, so I'll just say... Spider-Man and Sonic? Since those two kinda work for both.

STORY BEHIND YOUR URL: He's a Phantom Thief that shoots webs... Look, it was the best I could come up with at the time, and I didn't want to just repeat my Twitter @ of... well this-

I have a friend who lives in Japan, and is much more knowledgeable about their culture and stuff. So when my old @ became irrelevant (story for another time), she came up with this as a replacement. And like, I like it. It's memorable, and it kinda makes sense if you know Japanese, but it's also VERY hard to remember how to spell, which isn't exactly ideal-

So, I just went with webbedphantom because I suck at naming things-

FUN FACT: I've kinda been sprinkling these throughout this whole thing, which is why it's so shocking long, but to end it off with one more... I have posters from a shumako Fanzine hanging up in my room. I also have some stickers and keychains from it, but I don't remember where they are-

I'm very normal about them, I swear-

Stolen from: @fatexbound

Tagging: Whoever hasn't done this yet idk.

[parttimepuff]

(kxllerclaws) Practically on cue, a bundle of wrapped gifts from the Minett family appeared by Luna’s home on Christmas morning. The paper designs varied, from snowflakes to reindeer to tree ornaments, while a tray of holiday cookies of all sorts was secured in cellophane. In particular, the latter was addressed to everyone, as it was theirs to share!

In Gremlin’s box, this time there were a bunch of Krampus-themed DVDs, as opposed to there only being bad movies. At least some of them should be “okay” on the scary scale. Plus, there were some refined wooden blocks as well, each a different size, intended for whittling and sculpting.

For Luna, there was a cushion – which may appear ordinary to her, but it was actually a neck cushion for humans. However, compared to her size, it could be used to comfortably cradle her whole self, which could be nice for reading or watching something. There were also the usual veggie seeds, plus some hot cocoa mixes in jars just for her!

Lastly, packaged for Rev and his family were quite a few things. There was a scarf intended for Rev himself, which matched his haloes in color. It was even fuzzy to imitate the flame effect!

Additionally, many books could be found as well. Children’s books such as The Very Hungry Caterpillar, If You Give a Pig a Pancake, and The Grinch were for Orbee, while there were action-packed comic books for Beep to keep her attention. They were age appropriate and featured different heroes, mainly because it was unsure which ones she would like.

[Happy Holidays to all of you! We wish you well into the New Year, and hope to see everyone again real soon! With all our love, the Minetts] – the attached card read.

Despite Beep's adventure, the whole family was still able to come together for Christmas day. They could set aside any lectures to spend the time enjoying the holiday. One tradition they all loved was the arrival of the Minett's gift after they'd sent off their own. Luna had already brought the lot inside and set them up to be opened before the other four arrived. Each of them picked up their own present, tearing them open with differing levels of enthusiasm and violence while munching on the Christmas cookies.

The dream demon laughed aloud at the Krampus themed movies. "Not the best quality, but that's kinda the fun of these. Some are pretty entertaining if I remember right." Gremlin explained to the others, setting them aside. He'd watch them later, definitely not with Orbee here. His expression softened at the second gift. They'd absolutely be put to use, maybe making something for the Minetts.

Luna was quick to sit the cushion around herself, like detachable armrests. She didn't quite understand why that made Gremlin and Reverie snicker. It was very cozy for her. "Can't wait to plant these, too! And I'll absolutely be making this soon." The puffball gestured to the hot cocoa mixes. "They'll be perfect to pair with the cookies."

The scarf matched Reverie's halos just as intended. He may not be so affected by the cold as most, but it was still helpful and appreciated. So he silently thanked them as he watched his kids open their books, shredding the wrapping paper. "THEY TOOK PICTURES OF THE MOVIES!" Beep exclaimed, the first to uncover her present. "Pft, I think these came first, but it's still really cool!!" Her father pointed out, looking over at the selection.

Beep flipped through them, totally enamored, as Orbee struggled with their own gift, finally opening it. They had refused help with it. Reverie couldn't help but smile at them both. "Hey, Dad?" His daughter piped up, taking her eye off the comics. "Yeah, Beep?" He replied. "What do all the words say?" She asked. "…ah." The dream fae breathed. Right. She didn't know how to read. At least, when she wasn't actively using his own memories to figure things out.

"I'll read 'em to you and, do my best to teach you." Reverie promised, something he kicked himself for not doing sooner. The offer made his daughter's eye light up. Pushing their own books over to the two, the solosis spoke up. 'Orbee learn, too? With Orbee books?' Orbee asked. "Orbooks..." Beep muttered to herself. Their father grinned. "Of course!" He assured them, their own eyes lighting up. 'Yessss!' They exclaimed. Their older sister leaned over to them, looking over the books. "Your's have a bunch of cool pictures too, I like the snake." Beep added, pointing to The Hungry Caterpillar. 'Yeah!! Funny snake!' Orbee agreed. Reverie chuckled. It seemed they also didn't know what a caterpillar was. He could fix that. "Heh, we can read that first." He told them, taking the book as the two gathered around. Gremlin and Luna watched on, happy to see them enjoying themselves. Their friends really knew how to make the day more special.

[ivegotgoosebumps]

I'm rereading The Ghost Next Door and it's absolutely surreal

When I first starting reading it I didn't actually know I was REreading it but I started realizing that I've definitely gone through this book before. It must've been a long long time ago

[live-the-fangirl-life]

Surprise Rides

Nesta Archeron x Cassian - Motorcycle Oneshot

Cassian plans a surprise for Nesta

Written for Nessian Month 2021 @illyrianet

Prompt: Motorcycle

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Art by @mehx1000

1802 words

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Nesta’s phone chimed again with a new notification. Rolling her eyes, she tried to get back to her book. She was sitting on her couch with an old romance novel and a glass of wine. It was her favorite way to relax after a long day—and today had been one hell of a long day. All she wanted was to immerse herself in her book for a few hours and go to sleep.

Her phone chimed again.

It seemed her boyfriend wasn’t going to let her have her relaxing night alone.

To be fair, he didn’t know how exhausting the day was. All she’d told him when he called earlier asking if she wanted to go out that night, was to say she was tired and that she’d see him tomorrow.

Another chime.

Sighing, Nesta placed her bookmark before closing the novel and reaching for her phone. There were a dozen notifications, all from Cassian. The first few texts were asking if she was sure she didn’t want to go out and then a few suggesting they could stay in while offering movie suggestions and take-out offers. Then there a few texts asking if she was alive because she wasn’t responding.

The next text came almost immediately after with the realization that she was probably busy with something and not to worry about texting back right away. An hour after that he tried calling and the voicemail was a string of "are you okay?", "I know you said today was long, do you need anything?", and "You're probably curled up with a book right now so I'll stop calling."

Nesta couldn’t help but smile at the messages. In another circumstance, she may have felt overwhelmed or smothered by the number of messages, but she knew Cassian only meant well. And usually, when she felt the need to be alone she gave him more of an explanation than she had today.

She was about to respond to his message when she was startled by a loud knock on her apartment door.

Tossing her phone down and moving the blanket off her legs, she grumbled at being interrupted as she walked over to her door. Without bothering to look in the peephole, she yanked the door open and stopped short.

Cassian was leaning against her doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, with a boyish grin spread over his face. He was wearing his usual: worn jeans, boots, black t-shirt stretched deliciously across his hard chest, and his worn leather jacket. His hair was pulled away from his face in a messy bun atop his head and he had the start of a five-o’clock shadow along his jawline.

“Hey Nes.” He grinned as she stood there open-mouthed. It wasn’t the presence of her boyfriend that left her speechless, it was his appearance. Because on top of his clothes, he was covered in leaves, twigs, and grass stains.

His smile turned almost sheepish as she took in his disheveled appearance, and he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck.

“Cassian,” She looked back at his face, and although he has the barest hint of a blush, he still looked very pleased with himself. “I...what...what happened to you?”

He smiled again and swooped down to kiss her before answering. Pulling back, he seemed even more pleased that it took her an extra second to open her eyes after his kiss.

“Guess what I did today.”

He seemed really excited, but Nesta was still trying to understand why he looked like he tumbled down a hill.

“Nothing stupid I hope.” She answered with a skeptically raised brow. She tried her best not to smile as he scoffed and shook his head at her mocking tone.

“Of course not! Who do you think I am?” He asked indignantly.

She rolled her eyes at him but stepped aside so he could come into her apartment. Closing the door behind him, she crossed her arms and made an exaggerated scan over his body.

“I think you’re someone who would do something stupid.”

He rolled his eyes but looked around to see her discarded blanket, book, and wine glass. Turning back to Nesta, he grinned. She knew he was pleased that he guessed her nightly activities correctly.

“I have a surprise for you.”

This time she looked at him surprised but asked, “What?"

"I have a surprise for you," Cassian repeated, stepping closer to her so he could wrap his hands around her and slip both his hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "You said you had a long day, so I wanted to surprise you with something that will hopefully make it better."

Nesta melted into his touch and smiled softly at the gesture. But when she went to wrap her arms around his neck, her hand snagged on a twig clinging to his collar and she looked at him skeptically.

"What is it?”

He walked towards her coat closet and started rummaging through it before pulling out the thing he was looking for.

“Ah, put this on. And I can’t tell you, Nes, or it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

She just stared at the leather jacket he held out to her; the one she’d bought months ago when she was out with Cass. He insisted that if she was going to ride with him on his motorcycle, then she needed a good jacket to wear.

And they both wanted her to keep riding on his bike.

As long as she’d known Cassian, his bike had been a part of him. She was more surprised than anyone when she started dating the leather-wearing, motorcycle-riding, tattooed, man standing in front of her. But despite his outward appearance, he was the kindest, most sincere, and compassionate man she had ever dated.

And it only took one ride on the back of his bike, with the wind in her hair and the heat of him pressed against her as she hugged him from behind, to show her that she, too, loved the feeling of riding on a motorcycle.

His motorcycle.

During one of their rides up the coast, Cassian insisted that she needed a good leather jacket for their longer rides. When she tried this jacket on, the one he was still holding out to her, he had just stared at her unblinking and insisted she buy it. In his words, she looked “so fucking sexy in the leather” that as soon as they got home he asked her to wear nothing but the jacket and showed her exactly how much he loved it.

Accepting the fact that her relaxing night in wasn’t going to happen, and more than a little curious about what the surprise was, she grabbed the jacket and slipped it on. She didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered on her body as she zipped it up; the leather clinging to her curves. Ignoring his darkened eyes and the way he bit his lip, she rolled her eyes but smirked as she turned to grab her purse.

“Fine. Let’s go.” Nesta followed him out the door, making sure the lights were turned off and the door locked.

“You don’t need to sound too excited.”

She rolled her eyes but handed her purse to his outstretched hand as they got to his parked bike. Lifting the seat, he took out the spare helmet and handed it to her as he tucked her purse into the now-empty storage space.

“Maybe I’d be more excited if my boyfriend wasn’t taking me wherever it is that made him look like he just jumped into a pile of leaves.”

He laughed and expertly put his own helmet on. “Have a little faith in me, Nes.”

Nesta rolled her eyes again but smiled and climbed on the bike behind Cassian. He revved the engine and she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pulling herself as close to him as she could. She raised the visor on her helmet briefly to tell him, "You know I do."

She flipped her visor back down and leaned her head against his back as he quickly squeezed the hands she had around his waist. He kicked up the stand on the bike, pushed on the gas, and drove away.

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Nesta could easily get lost in the feeling of riding. It felt like flying; it was fast, exhilarating, and she never felt safer than when she was with Cassian.

They rode for almost twenty minutes on the main road before he turned down a more secluded path, covered by a canopy of trees that made the stretch of road feel like their own personal tunnel. Cassian turned again, this time along an unpaved path and she held him tighter as he maneuvered over the uneven ground. Soon, he stopped at the edge of a clearing and Nesta lifted her face from his back to get a better look.

“So? What do you think?” He asked, sounding a little nervous as if she wouldn’t like it.

But how could she not like it? A large blanket was set up in the clearing with a picnic basket and pillows. And lights had been strung up along the branches, creating a glow around the space.

“Cass…” She swallowed the lump in her throat and lifted her helmet so she could press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “It’s perfect, I love it.”

She felt him grin and she kissed him again.

He turned the motorcycle off and helped her climb off the back. Then he grabbed her hand and led her over to the blanket. She could see now that more blankets were laid out beside the pillows.

He let her look around and when her gaze fell on him again he was grinning at her surprised look.

“Told you I had a surprise for you.” He grinned, pleased with her reaction.

“I can’t believe you did all this.”

“I may have had a little help.” He admitted, “But they’re long gone now, you don’t have to worry about anyone interrupting us.” He winked and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Nesta threw her head back and laughed. Cassian’s smirk widened into a large grin at the sound of it. He grabbed her hand and tugged her down onto the blanket landing on his back and pulling her on top of him.

She leaned up to kiss him as his hands held her waist.

“Thank you,” Nesta murmured against his lips moments later.

Cassian smiled and kicked off his shoes. She did the same and fell back against him, tucked into his side as they watched the lights twinkle above them.

As they laid there, content in each other’s company, Nesta realized she much preferred this over her book and wine. This time.

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[muffindaddystyles]

𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃

Author note: Mention of drugs, sickness and blood (if you're not comfortable with it don't read it) . It mighty be heart warming fluffyyyyyy.

You're his kitten. No matter the consequences you're. Cause even in his anger sometimes (which's rare and it's on the silly go-to's) he still sticks to that pet name because he met you like that under the bus stop's shelter in a heavy rain offered you an umbrella (while you were huffing and puffing like a kitten annoyed with the weather), walked you home, had a tea with you and some chocolate chip cookies. Been bestfriends from that year and there isn't a red light to your guys wild adventures—but he's been having a rough time recently. Had a cruel heart shattering breakup from a relationship that he thought was a never ending dream (she brought him happiness in a weird way he couldn't put into words) indeed it tightened your chest but his happiness's most important to you. To overcome it he's been scribbling notebooks over notebooks with lyrics that screams he miss her and the sex for the most part of it. It breaks your heart.

He's usually the one to melt all over you, give you forehead kisses, cuddles you when your periods are the bitchiest, makes you brekkie if he stays a night, runs you a bath and sometimes brings you pomegranate berried candles (he lies that he got them as a gift, he's one hell of a liar). He takes care of you with so much gentleness and helps you with study after wiping your tears and reassuring you telling you how proud he's of you. It made you guilty sometimes 'cos if you'd be in camille's place. . .you'd never be able not to get jealous. She was cool with it. Fills you with another curiosity that maybe she treated it like a fling.

He was devastated. Knocking on your door feebly. Then the moment your small confused body was under his weary gaze, boom!! It crashed upon him like a pitch storm and he fell to his knees tucking his head in your armpit crying his heart out. At that moment you felt his pain radiating to you and twisting your own stomach with a dagger, it was insufferable. He gave out no-deep scrapes but not to freak your bones muttered that he lost her. Eventually his bottled up emotions seeped into hues infront of you by passing week and to your littlest of information you got to know that they didn't ended up well in some perspectives so their relationship turned out to be a downfall. So As, you do with your girlie best-friend when she have a breakup you did it with Harry too. It didn't included feral clubbing (you left that part to his mates) but watching sappy movies that could fill your ice-cream bucket once you eat it whole, doing homemade face masks, playing drunk uno and knocking on your neighbours door to run way at last, dragging his arse to museum and in all of this you ended up convincing him to adopt a kitty (she lives with you thou).

The roles have been reversed completely!

He's been living at your flat for five weeks now. It's fading his usual cheekiness and the itch to annoy you every second he gets. Instead, it's just eating, spending bits of hours with you, going out with his mates and coming back to crash at your couch padding in your room in the wee of night demanding a warm coddle from you and that his back hurts from the cruelty of that single spring popping from the leather, staying with him when he'd wrench his stomach out in the morning. He's sensitive. His heart's soft that's one of the reason he gets hurt real quick, you admire that about him and reminds him that it's one of his qualities you're totally in love with. You're gentle with him. Giving him space and time to recover. Going with him at his friend's birthday little get together not drinking at all knowing one would have to stay sober as he chugged red wine staining his hawain shirt and when he clumsily poked his pink tongue out lazily to reach for the cigarette in her hand you tugged him back into you before he'd burn his tongue with sparkles announcing it's time to head back home and he'd be a pain in arse (a beautiful one though because his antics makes you all mushy) when he pretended to steal sandwiches from the table hiding them under his shirt saying that "'m pregnant with twins and it's hard to carry them" while you dragged him outside making him wear his coat like a stubborn toddler. Making him cupcakes sometimes, playing with his fluff of curls while he reads the book she gave him. It hurts. But, it subsides down with his single amiable glance that tells you he needs you. He always had. He always will. You give him extra forehead kisses and pecks on cheek while leaving for UNI, because it's irresistible to give dust to his pouty sulk.

It's seven in the morning when he tumbled through your door (has a key, you even brought his clothes and toothbrush from his house—he even uses your strawberry scented shampoo and body wash) his nose tip blushed matching his cheeks, eyes pooling with haze and hair poking in every direction. You were studying for a class you've in an hour. When you saw his irirses blown out you arched your brow putting the cup down beside your thick book, to mingle his sadness he's experimenting different fun wild things (told you bout it and you even called Mitch to take care of him).

"How many am I, pet?" You asked walking towards him seeing him struggle to get out of his vans and your giggles echoed into coldness when he peers down at your crouched state with his gold fish-y eyes, "dunno. . . but ye'r seem like. .like a-a sunflower floatin' in me head." His lips molding around his each word agonisingly slow drawl and his voice hoarse and scratchy. "You need rest, bambi." You got him out of his jeans and socks knowing he despises to sleep with layers on. "I'll be back with you in some hours. Hmm? Then we'll snuggle into blankets, you me and. . .salsa the pussy cat." You have to control your laugh everytime you take the kitty's name (Harry's worst at giving names you were horrified when he once joked that he loves chelsea boots so much he could name his daughter Chelsea) He whines at that nodding his head but not loosening his grip from around your wrist while you tucked him under your baby green patch work quilt. It's like his brain and heart can't decide how to choose.

On your way back you got Jeff's call asking why Harry isn't picking his phone his own voice resembling that of Harry's and you know he'd be looking shit at the time. Harry was still snoring out like a bulb in bright day on his tummy and you shook him gently at first but when he didn't woke up you had to be a bit harsher. "Harry wake up pet. . . Jeff's been calling ye for since." But, not even a hum in response so you placed your finger under his nose checking if he's even alive. Gratefully he was just sleeping like a literal corpse (he argues that he isn't that bad of a sleeper but in fact he is. Everything around him would burn down and he wouldn't even change a side).

It was seven in the evening when you were preparing for dinner when he woke up grumpy. His nose scrunched up, lips quirked up as if he tasted something yucky and his gait jello. You eyed him quietly even when he came in kitchen to drink water.

"Jeff was callin'. . ." You quipped stirring the veggies before pouring soup into a bowl and sliding it his way on the counter, "I know bombarded me phone with calls—" He gruffed spooning a mouthful and you flinched when he tried to cool it inside his mouth with "hawahhoohaha" little sounds (he knew it was hot, he's just an impatient leech).

"Stop being a gremlin. He told me ye' aren't writing, leaving everything like a cliffhanger neither you're attending the meetings he calls you at. . . I think you're done with your mourning it's time to do what you actually love and is there for you. Your music." You frown seriously trying to put some senses into his forever high brain. He drops the spoon back and dips his brows frustratedly, pinching his eyes shut.

"Fuckin' hell. Stop being my mama!" It's not the first time you guys are arguing and you're not gonna take it to heart. You stood up towering him and jabbing your finger to his chest, "you better stop filling your system with drugs before eighteen year olds come to you thinking you're a drug dealer—" He snickers at that a total mocking one (you know he's doing nothing hard it's just shrooms in the safe environment otherwise you'd have never never allowed him) but still you had to bring him back to his line so it was necessary. "Piss off." He mutters still slurping on his soup and you left him there with a loud smack on his head, "Wanker."

You care about him. Always did. Always will. He's the love of your life. Even your love has nourishment of just water and lacks sunshine from your sun it's still there into existence, how could you see him like this? Wasting his precious time and energy. It's impossible.

All you heard before going to deep slumber was the tinsy creak of your main door after that it was silent and darkness until now your phone buzzed under your pillow resonating Niall's tired words. You were a wreck havoc fumbling for your coat and wallet, covering pathway to tube with shivering legs hallucinating that everyone's eyeing your fiddly self with judgemental stare even though there're few.

You rushed to Niall's doorsteps knocking like a maniac, "where's he? Is he okay? told ye—" You pushed him aside marching inside to look for him. "He looked fine, he's a strong guy y/n they took him to hospital." You snaps your neck raising your brows.

"What the fuck, d'ya mean hospital!?" Your heart hammering in her ribcage overthinking the worst scenarios. "Take me there. right. fuckin' now." You tell him firmly not caring even if he's high too. Niall leads you to his car heating it up in the first beat taking glances of your petite body leaning against the glass with lips sucked in, eyes watered and legs constantly on bounce so placed his hand atop your knee giving you reassuring squeeze and a genial smile.

Your pink cheeks warming up with the heat of hospital radiating your way and loud growl left your chest when your blurry vision cleared to the sight of dishelved Harry sitting on the bench outside of ER, his irirses weary, mouth stuffed with cotton and has few scratches of rashes on his elbows otherwise he's fine. With each step of yours towards him something kept breaking inside you like you're walking on the nails and it's ripping you raw. He raised his head timidly hearing footsteps and when his eyes fell over your worried state panic flashed over his features and his only gaze turned you a puddling emitting heavy sobs within you before reaching towards him. The reality of situation dawning upon you because from what Niall told you in the car that they were high trying to have some fun, drove around neighbour hood and Harry jumped out of the window and bit his tongue between his teeth resulting in heavy bleeding a deep gnash (the fuckin' dumbstick he is).

"I hate you. I hate you so fuckin' much! you bastard." You tried to shout at him but the voice that came out of your mouth was that of mice as you threw harsh blows at his chest, bottom lip jutting wet and salty tears tricking down. He wraps his hand around your wrists ushering you closer down to his chest speaking muffled, "'orry." causing you to grunt angrily into the crook of his neck.

"Sorry my ass!" When you tried to pull back he tightened his hold round your neck snuggling you warmly to him with a hum. Jeff came back with medicines and when he parted his lips to speak in his defence you ignored him wiping your tears with the heel of your palms muttering a, "I hate you guys." The drive back was silent and the walk to your flat too, you passed by him to lock yourself into your room (you wouldn't because of the fact you wouldn't be able to sleep if not sure he's okay few feets away from you). When Harry attempted to roll his tongue to make some words nothing came out but a hiss making you spin, "'s okay we'll speak in the mornin'." Saying this you headed to bed and when you were bout to turn the lamp off he was lurking at the foot of your bed with a pillow in his arms smushing his face into it and squeezing it close to his chest gesticulating you that he wants a cuddle.

"Only 'cos y're adorable." You muttered moving your bum to make space for him suppressing your cooe when he grinned showing nothing but snow cotton, fuckin' hell being this cute should be illegal! He snapped his finger to call Salsa and she instantly galloped to shrink into his side while you spooned him. You woke up to the running tap and the time you were stretching under your quilt with yawns he padded out looking healed than last night.

He got a little lisp as he spoke, "can we talk?" You nodded knuckling at your sticky eyes criss-crossing your legs. "'Forgive me kitten." He continues, "sorry fo' mistreatin' ye' last night." You shake your head not realizing tears are dropping down your collarbones.

"Please. . .I don't wanna be a party-pooper in your life. you can live your life to finest but not at the sake of your life Harry– and. . . and if you're trying to invade the feelin' of sadness with all of this I don't approve it. What bout me? dunno what'll do if somethin' will happen to you, pet. S'not fair to me. is it? Just. . . love y—" your confessions cameflouging with sobs.

"Oh baby. ." He immediately cradled you in his embrace trying to soothe you with 'sorrys' and 'I'll never do somethin' like that again, promise'. Smooching slobery kisses all over your face and when you gazed up at him attracting him closer to your clean warm features all he did was peck the corner of your lips tenderly pulling away to pat your hair with a sigh.

"So. . .ye' love me." He teased you and you rolled your eyes grabbing his chin with your fingers, "show me your tongue." biting down your laugh when he retorted misheviously, "hmm. Wanna kiss it better?" Blowing him off with a remark that he's an utter pervert hiding the fact it splashed crimson to your neck.

"Mind makin' me poor self some brekkie?" He pouts and you giggled pecking the corner of his burgundy lips getting a timid smile in return, "in trade of?" He hip-checked you straddling Salsa over his shoulder and grabbing her little paws to expertise her in some dancey-dance moves.

"Mind bloggin' orgasm–ique dinner." He cackled loudly at the end when you shook your head in fake disappointment at him and he clinged by your side helping you to make some breakfast.

Think so you guys will figure it out.

[crewman-penelope]

The breath of chaos

Fandom: James Bond

Chapters : 2 of 43

Characters : James Bond, M, Q, R (OFC Character) Safin, OMC Character(s)

Relationship : James Bond / OFC Character, Safin/OFC Character

Warning : Lemon, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome , Dom!Safin, probably non-con, Mary Sue Alert!

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Romance

Summary : A simple task and a summer boat ride went terrible wrong. Bond lost Q's favourite assistent and Safin found her...

Note : The rights for the Bond Books and the movies lays by Eon production!

This fanfic is for entertaining purpose only and to read for free.

English is not the writer's first language!

First try to write a bond fanfic, because dang! Finally a sexy bond villain. Or is that just me? Also shameless Mary Sue alert!

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2. Gifts from Quatermaster

That was not the welcome R had expected. She quickly recovered from Bond's surprise entrance and took his wet hand.

"We shall see about that, double O. But fear not, as you know I can handle your... gadgets."

She was utterly aware of Bond's machismo and ignored it, as he reacted amusedly about her answer.

"I know you can.. Let me just put something dry on and I'll be with you in a jiffy."

R watched him disappear and shook her head. “what nerve this man has. Acting like he's on vacation.”

She grabbed one of the black hard cases, set it on the table and opened it up. Inside, nestled in grey foam, laid a smaller, black suitcase. Bond came back to peek over her shoulder.

"There you are. Now pay attention, 007. As you ordered a new version of your Walther. 9 shoot with a micro dermal sensor on the grip. With the new upload to use under water up to 300 meters..."

R realized Bond stood a bit too close behind her, caging her between the table and his body. Ignoring him she went on.".. 5 magazines with eleven bullets, four magazines filled with 5 tranquilizers. Your Walther can register what magazines you have in. All you have to do is to pull the trigger."

"You make it sound easier as it is."

R was relieved as Bond stepped aside to take the weapon. She watched Bond as he inspected the Walther and the magazines, his face hard and concentrated.

Eventually he loaded his gun and fixed it between the hollow of his back and his trousers waistband. He looked at her. "My UMP-9?"

R settled the next suitcase on the table. Opening it, it revealed the Heckler & Koch in nine parts rested in grey foam. "Your old one. As you requested." She pointed to the different magazine. "Up here the normal magazine, down here tranquilizers again."

"What is it with the tranquilizers? Do I have to drag someone back to MI6?"

"M wants you to look after the linkman. He thinks something is fishy and he wants to question him. If you get the job done. Perhaps you should read the dossier."

"Why so bitchy?", he groaned.

R looked at him. "Don't shoot the messenger. Dossier is here..", she hands him a tablet. ".. And a little gift from Q."

Bond threw the tablet on the sofa and took the present. Opening it he smiled. "He shouldn't have.."

"He insisted." R told Bond. "The new seamaster. As usual titan and the Nato strap with the usual gadgets."

"Bomb and saw?"

"Yes, of course. Also a little surprise... Let me show you, double O..."

R stepped closer and pressed three times on the clock wheel to draw it out. A fine Fibre followed after the wheel. R smirked. "Q said explosive pens are still out of the question, but this would make you laugh."

Bond laughed indeed and swapped watches. Smirking like a Cheshire Cat he chuckled: "A fucking garotte."

[fallin-flcwer]

Japan Interview // Youi Moon

WHO ARE YOU?

what’s your star sign? "I'm a Libra."

what’s your favourite holiday? "Christmas. By a mile."

what colour are your eyes? "Dark brown."

if i went on to your spotify right now, your most played song would be what? "Bicycle by my mother."

do you read much? "It depends! Once I find a good book I can go on reading for ages if it's a series. Other than that, I won't pick up another book unless I've got a lot of free time."

where did you grow up? "I grew up in Seoul, South Korea."

when it comes to siblings; are you oldest, middle, youngest or only child? "I'm the youngest of four."

what were you like in high school? "I spent my first two years of high school in Seoul. Over there I was kind of the HBIC. I was known as an Ulzzang, which is a term for someone that's pretty, popular and has connections in the entertainment industry. Even when last half of high school in Gallagher I was a part of the popular clique. I definitely wasn't talked about as much as I was back in Seoul, but I didn't mind."

if you could be any magical creature, what would you be? "Kitsune."

where is your happy place? "The dance studio."

can you tell us about a hobby you have that has NOTHING to do with your career? "I like spending time with animals. Like visiting animal shelters and going to cat cafes."

CAREER STUFF

which academy do you attend? "I attend Liberty in New York."

do you have a routine that gets you in the right frame of mind for work? "I like to go for a run or to the gym. Shortly after I'll head to the dance studio and work on my own for half an hour and once I'm done the girls are usually there so we can start doing our group work."

can you give us some insight into your next big project? "It's not going to be starting until we get to the Liberty leg of the tour but the girls and I are signing onto a show called Queendom. Pretty much we're going to be 'competing' against other female acts and putting on big performances. We're the youngest act there, so we're a bit nervous, but I'm confident we can put on a show."

if you weren’t at a talent academy, what occupation would you be working towards? "Probably working for my mother doing hotel stuff. I love interior design."

are you a ‘work hard, play hard’ or a ‘work hard, sleep hard’ type? "Work hard, play hard."

what’s your proudest moment in your career so far? "Winning Rookie of the Year multiple times just after we debuted. It really showed us how much we'd made an impact within the time we released LATATA and HANN."

do you remember where you were when you realised you were accepted into your academy? "I was having a spa day with my mother and my sister to celebrate me finishing high school."

did you get rejected from any academies? do you care anymore? "Nope."

what is your DREAM achievement? "To win a Daesang at the Seoul Music Awards. Multiple, even."

finish the sentence: “when it comes to my career, my goal is to make sure that…” "I am as successful as I can be."

SPILL THE TEA

are you single or taken? "Single."

what’s your snapchat score? "Somewhere around 100,000. I used it a lot in high school."

read us your last received text… "It's from my sister and it says 'maybe we can just sweet talk his captain to do it for us...'"

would you ever date a fan? "Probably not. Sorry."

how could somebody go about getting your attention? "I like receiving gifts."

have you ever stalked an exes socials? "Yes."

have you ever stalked an exes new partners socials? "Nah."

which song best describes your last crush or relationship? "Fuck you by Lily Allen."

have you ever used tinder? "Nope."

who on tour would you most like to see naked? "Nobody."

who’s the most annoying person on tour? "Ethan and Jay. They're still funny though."

which person on tour would you NOT let your hypothetical son or daughter date? "Nicolai."

what’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done? "I threw up right in front of my bedroom at home. Not my greatest moment."

have you ever peed in the shower? "Nope."

who is one person on tour that you trust more than anything? "Hayi."

BRING ON THE FUN

what kind of drunk are you? "I'm a very giggly drunk. According to my family I act cute."

if you could spend a day inside one movie, which would it be and why? "Mean Girls. I really have no reason aside from the fact that it's iconic."

if you could have any piece of music play whenever you entered a room, what would it be? "Boss Bitch by Doja Cat."

everybody has ONE word tattooed on their head that most describes who they are, what does yours say? "Youi"

if i came round your house for a dinner date, what would you cook me? "Noodles. Bonus point if you like them spicy."

do you have any guilty pleasures or weaknesses? "I still watch Bratz religiously. Bratz Fashion Pixiez is the superior movie."

say a word that you HATE the sound of… "Bulbous."

what is one country you have no desire to visit that other people do? "Not a country but Bali."

if you could rename yourself, what would your name now be? "Scarlet. When I first got to the UK I claimed that as my English name but people already knew me as Youi anyway so I scrapped it."

if these were your famous last words, what would you say? "If anyone sees San, tell him that I'm literally on my way to being a demon child."