#the blocking on the other hand makes no sense because why are they at opposite ends of the table

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the winchester surprise story is such a good example of how to write something truly devastating. Because it's not just that their father was emotionally abusive and neglectful, or that it's because Mary died, and Mary's sitting right there listening to the story, so much of what makes it so heartbreaking is that that Dean is telling it as a funny story before he even realises how fucked up of a story it is to be telling his mom as a funny anecdote.

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can you pretty please do [intimidation] with eddie

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[INTIMIDATION] sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

cw: alcohol consumption, fem!reader, sort of enemies -> lovers (but actually idiots -> lovers), 2.4k

dividers by @strangergraphics

You're blocking the doorway into the Harrington kitchen, shoulder leaned against the wood panelling where you have a good view into the living room. Your unimpressed glare is drawn from the figure currently hogging the sofa when someone bumps into you just as you're bringing the plastic cup in your hand to your lips.

"Jesus, fucking watch it-" The outrage in your tone fades quick when you see who's run into you.

"Sorry." Jonathan grimaces as he watches you wipe a bit of juice and vodka from your chin.

"No, it's fine," You sigh and turn on your heel, following Jonathan into the kitchen as he begins to grab things to make himself a drink, though it appears to be far more lemon-lime soda and grenadine than anything else. "Sorry, I just.. I dunno, sorry." You shrug before gulping down another mouthful of your own admittedly strong drink. You're kind of hoping that once your buzz kicks in you'll feel just a little less like there's a storm cloud floating right above your head.

"What is with you, tonight?" Jonathan asks with an overly cautious smile, "I haven't seen Munson bug you even once, so it's gotta be somethin' else-"

"Nothing," You huff, a little defensive at just the mention of the other boy, "I'm fine."

"Oh yeah, totally," Jonathan chuckles and raises his newly acquired drink in a salute, "You're like a ray of sunshine tonight."

It's annoying as hell, but he's right. You're fuming and Eddie has yet to even speak to you. He's been avoiding you like the plague from the moment you walked through the door, as if Eddie could somehow sense that you were already in a mood, and he didn't feel like getting told off for being the reason that you finally snapped.

Because normally, Eddie would've found at least seven ways he could irritate you by now. He'd have finished the last of the juice he saw you eyeing for your next mixed drink and laughed maniacally when you pouted about it. He'd have pestered you about whether you might want to join in on another campaign, all while making a handful of little comments about just how easy it'll be for him to decimate your character when you do. He'd have watched you shiver while you passed a joint back and forth by the pool, and then draped his stupid jacket around your shoulders just so he could roll his eyes and give you shit about not dressing warmly enough.

Eddie was infuriating — And the worst part was that he knew it. The asshole thrived on pushing buttons and testing people's limits, but tonight evidently he'd been able to tell that you were already toeing dangerously close to yours and had steered clear altogether.

You peer back out into the living room now, narrowed eyes zeroing back in on the figure sprawled across the entire length of the loveseat, socked feet kicked up on the opposite cushion where someone else could be sitting if he weren't such a selfish prick.

"God, what an asshole." You grumble, downing the last of your drink and grabbing the nearest bottle to begin mixing another. "I mean, look at him, seriously. Does he have to take up the whole couch?"

Jonathan's gaze follows the path your own had taken moments before, and he snorts in amusement, "Eddie."

It's not a question, but you answer him as if it had been.

"Yes, Eddie." Another quick glance up into the living room has your eyes locking with the man in question just as his name falls from your lips.

Eddie's eyes go wide, his cheeks dimpling with his sudden grin. He jabs his index finger into his chest, lips moving silently around the words, "Who? Me?"

"Uh-huh.. Why don't you go do something about it?" Jonathan teases.

Eddie's attention is pulled away when Gareth says something from his spot in an armchair. Whatever he says it gets Eddie riled up and he's immediately talking animatedly, hands gesturing wildly as he speaks.

"Maybe I will." You're already moving with purpose, halfway out of the kitchen when you hear your friend shout after you.

"I was joking!"

"Well I'm not!" You call back over your shoulder.

It's darker as you step into the living room, overhead lights off in favor of utilizing the warmer glow from the the lamp tucked away in the corner. You have to step over Eddie's discarded shoes at the foot of the sofa, and the boy very nearly knocks your drink out of your hand when you step in front of him, too distracted by his own tirade to have seen your approach.

But his head snaps up toward you as your thigh brushes his arm. Whatever he's been saying, the words cut off abruptly at the realization of who it is standing beside him.

"Well hey there, princess." He shoots you a toothy grin — You assume it's meant to be charming, but it only irritates you further. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

You ignore Eddie in favor of casting a small smile of apology toward Gareth, "Sorry to interrupt."

"Nah, no worrie-"

"No, no! You didn't interrupt. We were done." Eddie cuts his friend off, "Gareth was just telling me he was gonna go take a piss, actually."

Gareth splutters for a moment, but when his eyes shift from you to Eddie he's suddenly rising from his chair. You watch Gareth shake his head as he steps around you before he stalks off without a word.

"What was that about?" You can't help but ask in curiosity.

"Beats me. Really had to piss, I guess." Eddie says quickly, sitting up a little straighter against the arm of the couch. He throws an arm out to gesture to Gareth's recently vacated chair, "Did you wanna-"

Rather than taking advantage of the empty seat, you plop yourself across Eddie's thighs unceremoniously, feeling oddly satisfied by the huff of surprise that escapes him when your weight is suddenly in his lap.

The way the warmth of his body seeps into your own is near immediate, even through two layers of denim. Your arm presses into his chest as you lean back into the cushion of the sofa, trying and failing to remain unaffected by his proximity. He smells infuriatingly good this close, clean and masculine with just a lingering hint of the weed he'd smoked earlier in the night. It makes your stomach flutter wildly, makes your head swim for half a second before you're lifting your cup to your mouth in an effort to compose yourself.

Eddie huffs softly and his breath fans out over your exposed shoulder, warm and smelling faintly of cheap beer and menthols. Goosebumps prickle along the length of your arm, hairs standing on end suddenly. You wish you could convince yourself that your body's reaction were one of repulsion, but deep down you know that its something far, far worse than that.

"You.. You're just gonna.. sit.. here?" Eddie asks, voice a little wobbly, unsure.

His knuckles brush your thigh, likely an accident, but one sidelong glare has his hand retreating to the relative safety of the couch cushion in a flash.

"Yep."

You can see outside to the patio from your position, and you focus your attention to the group sitting with their feet in the pool. The sheer amount of effort it takes to keep your eyes trained there, rather than allowing them to drift to where Eddie's hand twitches near your knee-

"Do- Did you want me to move my legs? Do you want-" He shifts underneath you like he's ready to pull his feet from the cushion at the other end, but you remain resolutely in place.

"Nope, I'm good."

You have absolutely no plans of moving any time soon. You'd remain seated right here in Eddie's lap until his bladder was ready to burst, until your weight made his legs fall asleep and tingle from lack of blood flow, until he was ready to grab you by your hips and force you into another seat.

He'd learn his lesson. The inconsiderate couch-hogging asshole.

"O..kay." Eddie says slowly, wiping his palm on the side of his own denim-clad hip, as if his hands might've gotten a little sweaty.

Were you making him warm? Good.

"So.." Eddie pauses. You catch a glimpse of his face scrunching in thought at the corners of your vision before he continues, "Any big plans for the weekend?"

With how close you're sat, Eddie is speaking almost directly into your ear. There's no need for him to raise his voice to be heard, and you find that the low rumble of it is nice, soothing almost. It curls around your ears and sends something warm shooting down your spine.

"Killing boys." You return dryly, eyes straining now in an effort to remain focussed on what's going on in the backyard.

Eddie snorts, body jolting underneath you with his amusement — And his almost-laughter absolutely does not make your chest flush with pride. You couldn't care less whether or not Eddie Munson finds you funny. As if.

"Oh, so nothing out of the ordinary for you then."

Eddie chuckles and the tip of his thumb finds its way to the place where your thigh presses into his. You can't tell if it's accidental or on purpose, but the gentle press of his finger maybe kind of makes your stomach flip pleasantly, so you allow it. Whatever.

You hum in agreement, "Yeah, well. There's almost always some boy who deserves it."

"I don't doubt it," Eddie murmurs with a wide grin, his head tipped sideways over the back of the couch, cheek nearly brushing your shoulder now, "Anyone I know currently at the top of your list, madame assassin?"

"There is this one asshole." You pause to take a sip of your drink, fighting off a grimace at the awful liquor to juice ratio. "He's loud. And irritating. Just loves getting on my last nerve-"

"Long hair?"

The interruption has your eyes rolling, "Yep. Walks around looking like some Van Halen wannabe."

"Oh, he sounds cool."

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice now.

"Well he's not." You return blankly. "He's always trying to get a rise outta me, acting like a total prick-"

"Hold on, hold on-" Eddie cuts you off again, "Now I'm not so sure we're on the same page. Thought I knew who you were talkin' about, but-"

"Oh, you know him." You grumble, sinking farther into the plush cushion on the back of the couch with your drink clutched to your chest. "You know him well, trust me."

Eddie shifts beneath you, angling both himself and you until he's taking up more of your line of sight than the patio doors. His big brown eyes bore into you until you crack and flick your gaze toward him.

"Here's the thing.." Eddie starts, the pad of his thumb stroking the seam on the outside of your knee. "Maybe this guy's just pushing your buttons because he likes when all of your attention is on him-"

The arm he has thrown over the back of the couch by your shoulder moves then, brushing your hair back from your temple only to backtrack and trail the pads of his fingers featherlight over the space between your brows.

"-Maybe.. Shit, I dunno, maybe he likes the way your eyebrows come together when you're angry-"

Your heart is beating so loud you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. The urge to fidget under his attention is strong, but you sit at still as possible in fear of breaking the spell. You have to strain to hear Eddie's next words over the dull whoosh of your heartbeat echoing in your skull.

"Maybe he thinks you look kinda devastatingly beautiful-"

"You-" And, fuck. Did your voice just crack? "You're trying to tell me you think this guy is, what? Being a dick because he likes me? Pulling my pigtails on the playground and shit?"

Eddie's grin is less cocky than you've ever seen it. His lips twitch at one side of his mouth. He almost looks nervous.

You take a deep breath as his fingers skim over your jaw on their way back toward your hair, where he pinches a small lock between two fingers and tugs twice, oh-so gentle.

"What if he was?" Eddie asks softly, "Being a dick because he likes you, I mean."

"I'd tell you he's an idiot." You manage, plastic cup crinkling under the increased pressure of your hand.

Eddie winces, but nods and averts his gaze. His arm falls to the back to the sofa again, close enough for you to feel the warmth of it beside your shoulder.

"But.." You have to swallow down a smile when Eddie's wide eyes snap right back to yours. "Maybe this idiot's attraction isn't totally one-sided. So, maybe he should stop being an asshole and try making a move."

Eddie blinks. Once, then twice. He squares his shoulders and leans in like he might kiss you, but then he backs off again and searches your eyes as if he's terrified he might be reading the entire situation wrong.

"Eddie." You whisper sharply, "The idiot is you, asshole."

"Oh, Jesus Christ, thank god."

And then his fingers are curled gently around the back of your neck. His hand is fully grasping your opposite thigh as he tries to drag you impossibly closer. His plush lips are pressing softly into your own, the taste of beer mixing with vodka and citrus.

It's a quick kiss, chaste. Your mouths only remain glued together for all of three seconds before he's leaning back just enough to watch you blink at him from beneath heavy lashes. You can't imagine how stupidly docile you look; brows pushed up your forehead, chest nearly heaving beneath your shirt, jaw slack, lips parted and waiting for more. It's pathetic how he's managed to turn you into this with just one G-Rated kiss.

The hand on the back of your neck moves to your face, fingertips tracing the smooth line of your brow before trailing back down to cup your cheek.

"Yeah.. Yeah, this is nice too." Eddie murmurs, "You're awful pretty when you're mad, but this.. This right here is somethin' else."

"You're so annoying." It comes out airy, absolutely no bite to your words.

"Oh, that's not changing, sweetheart. Matter of fact, I think it's a part of our spark. Gotta keep the fire burning, right? I'll keep annoying you, you'll keep getting angry-"

"Would you just shut up and kiss me again?"

Eddie grins, already leaning in, "Sure thing."

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Eris x Rhysands!Sister Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Literally in love with every fic you write. I know your requests are closed but in the future, could you write something where Eris and the reader see each other and there’s a lot of tension and they’re secretly mates but no one knows? I’m curious to see how you’d end it!

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1,217

Notes: Love this tbh!!!

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You feel him before you see him. 

You can feel him all the time; even when he’s courts away there’s that connection humming blissfully in your chest. It’s comforting, to know that your mate is alive and well, that there’s a surety you’re aware of him and how he’s feeling. When he’s content in a warm bath with a glass of fae wine smoothing the creases between his brows. When he’s squaring his shoulders and surging with pride for the sparring with his brothers he has won again. When he sends a warmth so suggestive down the bond late at night when he’s sure there’s no one around. The very one you feel deep in your soul, that makes your core melt like his fire-filled hands are working your center. The one that leaves no questions whether he loves you or not.

Of course, there are times when you can’t feel him. When he’s blocked the bond from ever reaching you when his father brings his wrath down on him like he’s young and defenseless again. He always hides that from you. When the distance from you becomes too great and there is no choice for him but to block the bond because he knows that there is nothing that can be done in the current state of Pythian. No way for the both of you to be together, no way for him to seize you from the control of your older brother. If you were lesser than the High Lord’s younger sister, he’d sneak across the border lines on a whisper of autumn winds and find his way into your bed. 

It’s been ages since you’ve seen your mate, since you looked into those warm russet eyes, ran your fingers through his auburn hair, counted the freckles dotting the pale skin of his cheeks. 

Your breath catches in your throat as Eris is escorted into Rhysand’s office and your eyes meet. 

A sense of relief floods the bond as his eyes move over you in an intentional sweep that to everyone else in the room looks like he’s wondering why you’re here, but you know your mate is assessing you for injuries even though you’re nowhere near injured. Not even a scratch or a bruise on your perfect skin. 

No one notices the slight falter in his steps. All Eris wants to do is rush over to you and sweep you in his arms and press you into his chest, feel your heartbeat against his own. He wants to taste that smile you’re trying all too hard to hide from him, move his mouth across the color dusting your cheeks to feel his fire dancing underneath your skin. He wants to strip you bare, devour every inch of you. He wants to hear you scream his name, whisper that you love him, cry for him to take you away, admit that you never want to be apart—

But he’s not even allowed to sit next to you. 

Across the large table is as close as he allows himself to get. It’s not close enough that he can accidentally kick his foot against yours and he doesn’t like that you’ve been meticulously placed on the opposite side so he can’t even walk past you and brush his fingers against your hand or the back of your neck. 

His bond keens in his chest and he tries his best to stifle it, ripping his gaze away when he’s drawn to you like this. 

Eris is flanked by Cassian and Azriel, and even though he feels as if he’s on the best terms he’s ever been with the Night Court, this feels like a set up. A trap.

You allow a caress of reassurance down the bond to your mate. Your brother doesn’t know, no one in this room, in this court, in this continent knows of your connection to the heir of Autumn. Eris’ throat works as he swallows, and you turn your attention away from him as he sends a feeling of understanding back to you.

“Eris.” Rhysand gestures to the autumn born royal to sit. He’s lounging in his own chair at the circular table, an arrogance to him that irks you. It’s all a front, of course, one Rhysand has carefully crafted to perfection from centuries as High Lord. You don’t like that it’s directed at your mate, and you’re feeling more protective than ever, flickering a glance over to the males sitting on either side of your mate, as if they’re caging him in.

Not unusual for an untrusted male in your court. You’ve seen your brother pull this same maneuver more times than you can count, but there’s a charge to the air that feels different. Your spine lengthens and you flare a warning down the bond, praying your mate doesn’t react but readies himself. 

He follows your heed with unfaltering trust. Eris’ fingers flex where they’re resting on the arms of his chair, and you watch him unhinge his jaw only slightly, so that he doesn’t flex it. The scalding look on his face stays directed at your brother.

Your lips part and the muscles of your legs tense, ready to jump out of your chair in the next moment, when you catch Rhysand’s smirk, the one that spells trouble. His violet eyes are dark with the promise of violence and his shadows are quick to strike, tendrils of nightmares winding their way around Eris’ wrists, trapping him to the very chair he was offered.

Eris shifts his hands in a nonchalant motion, testing out the strength of the sentient darkness Rhysand uses to hold him hostage. They don’t give an inch and he wonders for a fleeting moment if he can burn them away. If your worry wasn’t heavy in his chest, the beat of your heart spiking double, he would try it. But with you here, he’s not willing to try anything that could potentially put you in danger.

Plus, a part of him wants to hear what Rhysand has to say. The other part of him wants to get you the fuck out of here.

The High Lord of the Night Court plants his hands on the table. High Lord, because there is no ounce of your brother in his eyes and actions right now.

The chair scraping against the floor as Rhysand stands is the only sound in the room. Cassian nor Azriel moves from their seats, but they pin your mate with the menacing kind of looks that mirror Rhysands, ready to follow his every demand, no questions asked. 

“Eris,” Rhysand’s voice is not its usual purr as he leans forward. A strand of hair falling across his forehead is the only sign of the crack in his facade, the utter rage filling the room with an unbearable tautness.

The words are sticky in your throat. You can’t move, can’t seem to take your eyes off of your brother as your heart splinters in your chest like it’s his own shadows tearing you to strips. You’re only able to manage a quiet, “Don’t,” that’s filled with too much desperation.

Rhysand ignores your words. He hisses at Eris, dark and low. “How long have you and my sister been keeping this little mating bond of yours a secret?”

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Armand, Haussmann, and Paris:

The thing about Paris that's not really discussed in the VC books themselves is the Haussmann project.

In 1853 Napoleon III commissioned Haussman to completely renovate Paris. The plan was to tear down all of the old structures and rebuild the city; reorganizing the streets and reshaping them to accommodate more green spaces, and replacing smaller buildings with taller apartment blocks in more uniform style.

The Paris Armand knew when he arrived as the coven master and which he came to know as the theater leader would have looked something like this:

Dark, winding streets leading off wide boulevards and short, leaning buildings.

The Haussman project would see all of these places systematically torn down, occupants removed to other areas of the city while new buildings were put in their place. In some areas workers were destroying and rebuilding things 24 hours a day.

At this time Armand would have been living at the theater on the boulevard du Temple, Paris's street of theaters:

This dagguerotype shows the boulevard in 1838. This painting, in 1862, looks much the same:

But by 1863 all but one theater on the street had been destroyed, and that was only because that theater was on the opposite side of the street shown in the painting. How and why it wasn't pulled down, I don't know- no information on it seems to exist, just like no explanation for the very small handful of other old structures that were left untouched.

That theater, the Théâtre Déjazet, still exists today. But it was established in 1770 by Comte de Artois, so while it could have been Anne's inspiration for Armand's theater it's not the 'rickety wooden rat trap' that seats 300 that Lestat describes in TVL.

Anyways, knowing all of this, I think it makes even more sense why Armand so quickly grabbed onto Louis and was ready to run away with him at any cost.

Armand, who'd been kidnapped from the monks, who'd had his palazzo torn out from under him, who'd established something of an existence under Les Innocents and was then ripped out of that world when the cemetery was destroyed. Who was watching the city he'd finally come to know get systematically torn apart. Everything that was familiar to him was being taken again.

So why not let Louis burn the theater? He arrived in Paris in 1870, just as Haussman was dismissed. But the work of destroying and rebuilding Paris was set to carry on. Chances were the Theatre de Vampires would be next, and if that were the case there's no way the crypts beneath the place would remain safe and undiscovered.

And if he'd stayed where would they go during the renovation? What would they do? What would the point be in continuing trying to run a coven he was bored of and a life he didn't care for in a new location?

Armand was going to have to begin again somewhere- better that be with Louis, out in the world, than roaming a now unfamiliar Paris. And even though he didn't burn the theater himself, allowing/instigating Louis to do it still gave him more control than letting a stranger come in at some unpredictable moment to demolish things all over again.

(And what of Lestat, what does he feel about these changes? He never could have shown Louis the Paris he knew and loved, which existed when Louis was still mortal- that Paris was largely gone)

Chances were Anne might not have known most of this at the time she wrote interview or even TVL. But I think it still makes a lot of sense and brings up a point about Armand and immortality that I don't see brought up much- that not only do vampires lose every mortal they've ever known, but with time they also see the destruction of every place they've ever known or loved.

(ps: I'm not an expert on this topic or anything, so if anyone does know why some buildings were unchanged or has any interesting historical info to add by all means please, reblog and add it on!)

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Cruel Summer

pairing: Kaz Brekker x gn!Reader

summary: A fic based on the song Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift. Reader is a Crow and has unfortunately fallen for their boss in the summer heat spell.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none, fluff

you can see the full taylor swift song-fic masterlist here

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You always seem to forget how unbearably hot Ketterdam can get in the summer, especially during a heat wave. Your skin is sweltering and sticking uncomfortably to your clothes. The summer sun is bright and accosting, hanging high above your head in the clear blue sky. You greatly missed the typical overcast weather and fog. The Crow Club was just a few blocks away, all you had to do was hold on until you got there, and then you could collapse at the bar and scarf down an icy drink. The mere idea of a cool beverage put a weary smile on your face and added a pep to your step.

The Club was rather full for a weekday afternoon. However, it made sense that people would be wanting to beat the heat here. Entertainment, food, drinks, and a relatively cool space, you didn’t blame the ‘pigeons’ one bit. Even though you knew he hated the heat, Kaz was always happy to see the boom in business during heat waves like this. You shook your head defiantly. This has been happening lately. Kaz, your boss, had been popping up in your head as of late, and at the most unnecessary times. Suddenly you’d become concerned with his likes, dislikes, moods, health, and so on and it was bugging you as all get-out.

It’s not that you didn’t like Kaz, quite the opposite, you liked and respected him a lot. He is, dare you say, a friend. But you didn’t think about your other friends as often as you did your cane-wielding boss, and that is the issue. You know he’s not a good guy. Though, how could anyone be a good person in this city? He’s bad. He’s honestly nearly a bad friend too. But this knowledge of the obvious has done nothing to discourage your traitorous brain from drawing up images of the man at times when you should certainly be focused on something else.

You arrived at the Club and saw Jesper sitting at the bar clearly waiting for a drink from the bartender. A half smile crept onto your face and you snuck up behind him.

“Hey, Jes.” You said calmly from your sudden place right beside him.

Jesper jumped, “Holy shit, you have got to stop doing that.” Your gunslinging best friend put his hand over his heart, taking deep breaths dramatically as he settled back into his seat.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” You shrugged, feigning innocence. “How’s it going today?”

“I think I might just melt.”

“You wouldn’t be the first.” You nodded your head in solemn agreement and ordered a drink. You took a moment to look around the club. You were searching for someone in particular but decided to pretend you were just surveying the floor. “Have you seen Brekker at all?” You questioned without even thinking and as the words left your mouth you wanted to smack yourself.

Jesper’s lips slipped into a teasing smirk as he lay his head in his hands. “I saw him earlier. He was watching the club for a bit and then went up to his office. Why? Is there some job you need to discuss with him? Or are you just looking for some unpleasant company?” Jesper’s tone was goading as he watched your face closely for a reaction.

Your brows furrowed in annoyance and you rolled your eyes. “I was only wondering because I’m not used to not hearing his nags. Usually he’d have griped about something one of us did or didn’t do right and I’m just now realizing how strange it is to not have heard that already.”

Jesper hummed, and you couldn’t tell if he was convinced or not. “Well if you’re looking to sour your already lovely mood, I’m sure you can find him in his office.”

You scoffed and motioned to the bartender for another drink, but not for you this time. “I think I’ve had my fill of Jesper Fahey for the day. I’ll go make sure the boss man hasn’t melted into a puddle with his layered wardrobe.” You got up from your stool and elected to ignore the teasing comment the gunslinger threw your way as you shuffled through the crowd and toward Kaz’s office.

You knocked on the wooden door and waited a few seconds before cracking the door slowly and entering. You were going to say something as you entered the room but the words died on your tongue when you caught sight of your boss.

Kaz was sitting at his large desk, a gift you and the other Crows had all pitched in to get him two years prior. His eyes were focused intently on the stack of papers in front of him, and you noticed how his styled hair threatened to fall apart and into his face. His jacket was hanging on the back of his leather chair. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and the sleeves of the black shirt had been rolled up past his forearms. The sunlight was streaming in through the two windows in the room, illuminating all the dust floaties that typically annoy you but at the moment seemed magical. All in all, your brain short circuited.

You stood there for several seconds, unmoving, simply staring watching Kaz in all his glory.

“Did you need something?” Kaz’s gruff voice broke you out of your stupor.

“Just came to give you this, really.” You explained carefully, walking toward him slowly and setting his drink down on the edge of the wooden desk. Kaz eyed the drink suspiciously with a raised eyebrow. “It wouldn’t exactly be good for my paycheck if you died of heat stroke.” You supplemented.

“How heroic of you.” Kaz scoffed, unimpressed and put his attention back on the papers in front of him. You rolled your eyes and looked around the room.

You grabbed one of the chairs in front of your boss’s desk and dragged it quietly to the window. He hadn’t told you to get lost, and for some reason, there wasn’t anywhere you’d rather be than Kaz’s stuffy office, right now. You sat down and pulled a book from your bag. You took one last cautious glance at Brekker before settling down into your chair and picking up your book from where you’d left off.

You spent the next several hours like this. You wouldn’t have even noticed any time had passed were it not for the movement of your light source –the sun. Somehow, this moment felt so clandestine. There was something so unnervingly domestic in the hours you’d just spent together. So unnerving that it felt as if the whole thing was some deep secret the two of you must take to your graves in order to keep your peace. You gently closed your book, as it had become a strain on your eyes to read in the dim lighting. You looked up at Kaz and saw he was getting out of his chair. Brekker unrolled his sleeves and you found yourself missing the delicious sight of his veiny forearms. Control yourself, you begged internally. Kaz slid on his jacket and purposefully put all his papers away. Then he turned to you and gave you an expectant look that had your heart hammering in your chest.

“Time to go, then?” You asked rhetorically, getting up as well and re-shouldering your bag.

In truth, Kaz had originally planned on working in his office at the club for a few more hours. In fact, he had also been planning on doing another round of surveying the floor a couple of hours ago, but had not done so. At the time, he didn’t want to leave your company and now, didn’t want you hurting your eyes trying to keep him company. Kaz picked up the empty glass on his desk to drop off at the bar on your way out. It had been his favorite summer drink. When did you figure that out? Did you even know? Either way, Dirtyhands had enjoyed the beverage far more than he should have.

You and Kaz walked together down the cobblestone road from the Club to the Slat. A comfortable silence hung between the two of you. Night had fallen so the street lights provided the only cheap illumination of the uneven pathway ahead. The temperature was still hotter than you’d ever prefer, but there was a constant cool breeze that kept you from staggering under the hot heavy air. Kaz’s cane clicked rhythmically against the ground as the two of you meandered toward the Slat.

You risked a glance at the boy beside you and felt your breath catch. It wasn’t fair. How could someone look so pretty just existing? Everyone would surely laugh you out of Kerch if they heard you thought the infamous Dirtyhands was pretty. But it’s true, in the weirdest of ways, Kaz Brekker is very pretty.

“Is there something on my face?” Kaz probed suddenly.

“Huh?” You blinked in surprise at the unanticipated interruption of the fragile silence.

“I said; Is there something on my face? You’re staring.”

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment at getting caught ogling. “Yes, I was trying to figure out what it was. It’s right here.” You lied with confidence, pointing to a random spot along your chin to show where you’d found the invisible spot on his face.

Kaz’s eyebrows pulled together in confusion and offense, but brushed his chin anyway.

“There you go.” You reassured him with a lilt.

“That book you were reading earlier…” Kaz paused, for the first time in a long time seemingly unsure about his next words, “is it good?” His voice grew quieter at the end and your lips pulled into an excited grin.

You instantly began an enthusiastic ramble about your latest book. Describing in detail the plot and your favorite and least favorite characters with rapid hand motions. Kaz originally only watched you through short glances, but quickly he took to rapt attention. You had enthralled him. The Bastard of the Barrel gazed with uncharacteristic interest as you went off about the book, mentally taking notes about all the things you spoke about with increased passion. He decided right then and there that his first errand tomorrow would be to the bookstore. He was overcome with the unusual desire to engage you in an equally eager discussion about this book he’d previously never heard of.

Kaz drank in your form and felt his heart thundering in his chest. He was growing warmer, and he subconsciously knew the weather was not to blame. Against the dark backdrop of the night and draped in the honey-color lamp light Kaz Brekker was sure you were an angel. Rolling your eyes at the stupid decisions a character you were describing had made, Kaz felt his heart roll with you.

Kaz kept you engaged by asking further questions about the book, specific enough to tell you he’d been listening attentively. Your heart soared at this demonstration and your grin widened impossibly. Words could not describe the joy this boy was giving you in this moment.

And all of the sudden, like a rock slide, your minds hit both of you with possibly the scariest and worst realization.

I love you.

The words were heavy on your tongues, too heavy to convey. Those three life changing words were not uttered, but the mutual realization was rocking. And as if your minds were truly connected, the both of you immediately blamed the dreaded summer for this unexpected awareness of your own feelings. It was this cruel summer to blame, obviously. The characteristic heat and the light of summer that was so unusual for Ketterdam that it made it easier to romanticize things. It tricked you. Lightening the quintessential gloomy mood of the Barrel and erupting feelings not fit for the reality of this city.

But at the same time, maybe it wasn’t so bad. You were putting the pieces together and finally understood the real reason behind your recently pleasant mood. Falling in love with Kaz Brekker, the Bastard of the Barrel, may not be the smartest decision, but it was a decision that evoked the most wonderful feelings. Your skin was itching and butterflies danced in your stomach but you had no desire to get rid of them. You embraced them, because they were proof of your love for the young man beside you.

Kaz now understood why so many great novels were centered around love. Dirtyhands was slowly coming to the conclusion that his recent special interest in you was not without reason. And yes, it was terrifying. Yes, it was perturbing. But if this feeling is love –and he was unfortunately sure that’s what this is– then he can’t imagine trying to get rid of it. Kaz Brekker can no longer picture a life where he does not love you, and this picture is becoming less and less frightening by the minute.

You’re washed with elation when you notice the barest ghost of a smile gracing Kaz’s carved features. How can a man not be happy in your presence?

Summer can be awful. It can be uncomfortable. It can be agonizing. But it can also be a gift. Or rather, in the Barrel, it can come bearing gifts. Like the gift of loving someone who’s been by your side for many summers prior, and hopefully will be for many summers more.

[huffelpuff210]

Ours Part 2 Soft Dark Alpha Stucky x Omega Reader

Ours Part 2 Soft Dark Alpha Stucky x Omega Reader

Warning: withdraw, anger, dark themes, kidnapping, drugging, held against will, confinement, forced relationship, manhandling, past abuse, 

Your senses slowly start drifting back, 

“Jesus Bucky how much of that did you give her? She’s been out for two days,” You hear a male voice, 

You can smell they were Alpha’s and you could feel your heart rate spike, You didn’t like Alpha’s, they terrified you, they made you uncomfortable. 

“The exact amount Tony told me to give.” You hear another voice, 

“Well obviously his math was off.” You hear the other voice say 

You slowly turn you head trying to wake yourself, 

“Steve.” You hear 

and suddenly it got quiet, 

You were trying your hardest to open your eyes but it was proving to be a bit more difficult.

Your heavy eyelid slowly flutter open, and you are now staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, 

“Thank god she’s finally awake.” You hear next to you, 

You slowly turn your head you saw two men, one had dark hair icy blue eyes and a metal arm, 

He smelled like pine, and cinnamon, it was almost intoxicating, the other man had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, he smelled like the forest right after a rainstorm, 

these two were Alpha’s you were still in a bit of a daze,

“Good afternoon sleeping beauty you’ve been asleep for a few days, we were starting to worry.” The blonde says 

Then everything registered 

These two were Alpha’s and they kidnapped you, the terror running though your veins, 

You jump out of the opposite side of the bed, backing away from the two, your legs still a bit shaky, 

“You- You-” You couldn’t even speak you were so terrified, 

“Easy Omega were not going to hurt you.” The dark haired Alpha says with his hands up meaning peace, but you don’t trust these men, you don’t trust any Alpha, 

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as it rose and fell rapidly, 

As you look around the room not entirely sure where you were. Memories of your past come flooding back, your father, whipping you with a piece of bamboo, just to cause you pain, your brothers holding you down as you cried, 

The small room, you feel your green eyes glow the icy blue as you start to panic, the two alpha’s look at you in shock and in their shocking state you make a run for it, bursting out of the room, past the living room and out the main door where there was more hallways, you run left your breathing, shallow and ragged having a panic attack as you were running you smelled many Alpha’s in the building, you find a stair well running as fast as you could down the stair well, while you were panicking at the same time, what did these Alpha’s want with you, you were on pills that block your smell, why did they kidnap you? 

suddenly someone jumped from above blocking your path, making you back up and look as small as you could possibly look it was the man with dark hair, you back into a corner, 

“P-Please don’t hurt me.” You say with a shaky voice, 

“No one is gonna hurt you doll.” He says approaching you cautiously 

You slide down the wall looking up at him, you’ve heard those words many of times, from your father, He was a ruthless Alpha, he blamed you for your mother’s death and always treated you as an object not a person, 

And because of that you didn’t want to be in the clutches of an alpha, but here you were terrified trapped like prey, helpless to do anything, panic taking over all your training in self defense forgotten, you were paralyzed in fear, your heart hammering against your chest, 

“look doll, no one is going to hurt you but you need to calm down, your on a verge of a panic attack.” He says 

you can still feel your eyes glowing the electric blue that your father said were disgusting that he would love to dig them out of your eye sockets. 

“Watch. In through your nose, out of your mouth, Deep breath in slow breath out.” He says 

Sadly you listen to what he says, you feel yourself calming down, your eyes turning back to their green color, 

“Good doll your doing good.” He says with a smile as he is kneeling in front of you as you look into his eyes and look down quickly, 

They only want one thing from you. 

“Now why don’t we go back to the room so we can talk?’ a voice to your left says it was the man with blonde hair, you have no idea how long he was there you were too much in a panic to notice, 

You hesitate, 

“You don’t really have a choice in the matter doll, we are just giving you the option to walk.” The man with the dark hair says, 

You stiffen and swallow thickly, you nod slowly standing up, they both walked aside of you, 

they both were massive compared to you, nothing but muscle you stood no chance against these alpha’s even if you used self defense against them, they would break you in half like a twig, 

the three of you arrive back in the room, it was massive, you didn’t notice before since you were in such a panicked state, 

“Now let’s sit and talk.” The blonde says with a smile as you stood there still in disbelief that all of this was happening. 

[wokeupchrisbrezy]

Don't Save me.

Lando Norris

Warnings: Smut and angst (the usual obvi.)

Time and time again, he proved he was a horrible lover. Emotionally, that is. Playing with your feelings was his favorite game. He could be an olympian.

Countless tears spilled and love lost.

He did care but it was just the way your glossy eyes looked up at him that made his stomach swirl with excitement. The crystal clear tears that ran over your blushed cheeks made him proud. His ego stroked that he made you so pretty. So beautiful and grief stricken.

The fact that he can control your emotions gave him a sense of power. It all became too much around six months ago. You spent more time sad and sorry over him than you were happy with him. Your friends made you block him. Made you get rid of his gifts. His pictures, polaroids and digital, all down the drain. You forced yourself not to care. Not even a second glance at his desperate messages. All the missed calls piled up in your inbox as you watched his name pop up on your phone. All that progress took up most of your days. It all officially ended about four months ago. 

You tried to go on dates and find someone to fill that void that he left behind but no one could compare. The amount of times your friends pounded into your head that he wasn’t good enough never worked. The small voice in your head overshadowed the loud ones of your friends. 

Was it surprising that he was in your bed again, hanging onto you like a lifeline, making you feel warm? Definitely not.

Your body rested against the soft plush of your bed, covers engulfing your presence as he did the same. The soft smell of his lingering cologne after a long day filled the soft ambiance. Moonlight spilling from the window in your bedroom. His arms wrapped around your waist as his head found comfort on your chest. His eyes stared into the somewhat dark abyss and his fingers drew soft oblong shapes on your side. The silence was comfortable only because speaking would be the opposite.

The prolonged minutes ticked by, second after second. The feeling of his skin on yours quickly became irritating as your mind left the love filled haze. He felt it too. He made that abundantly clear once he turned over, away from you, with the maximum space your bed allowed. You were thinking with your head for once and not your heart. What the fuck. All the love songs and long lectures from your friends should’ve convinced you not to let this man into your home again. 

But it felt like an obligation.

All the nights you and him spent just laughing and having a good time. Along with the nights filled with screaming matches and lingering anger. Some of that anger was still there. It was left at a simmer but now it was boiling. Your mind was deciding between loving him, physically at least, or making him leave. Was it really love anymore or are you just aching to feel something? You heard the jingle of his keys in his hands and your head snapped towards him.

Is he really leaving now? You haven’t even done anything yet. Asshole.

“What are you doing?” Your voice broke the silence.

“Leaving.” He murmured as if he was scared to break the silence even more.

“Why?”

“Do you want me to stay?” He inquired.

No… maybe… yes.

“Would that change anything?” You asked.

“Maybe we’ll be out of breath later but other than that… not really.” He spoke.

“Then take these with you, I’m not gonna use them.” You threw a box of unopened Trojans at him.

He caught and inspected it. “Why not? Don’t tell me you’re just rolling the dice now. I’ll be disappointed.” He said.

His tone almost made your expression falter. “No… I just don’t need them.”

He stood up and slipped his shoes on. His keys slipped into his back pocket before he adjusted his belt. His expression was dull. Almost lifeless. “Hey…” He whispered with an exhale of a breath. “Be careful and take care of yourself, alright?”

You’d probably get permanent wrinkles with how hard your furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just–,” He let out a sigh. “Forget it.”

You watched as he neared your bedroom door. His shoes scraped against the wood flooring that wasn’t covered in a rug. His eyes lingered on your expression, the same expression he  relished in previously but this time it did nothing. Not an ounce of pride that once filled him when you were hurt. He just looked shallow.

You stood from your bed. “What is up with you?” You sneered. The tone was harsh but you didn’t regret it this time. “Seriously, you’re acting like a weirdo.”

His expression grew annoyed, a small flourish of your heart with it. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing, forget it.” You mocked his previous remark.

Minutes ticked by faster now. More insults and innuendos were flying through the air. Lord knows your neighbors would be pissed the next morning with the amount the yelling had grown. The thought of leaving left both of your minds for the time being.

You wound up in your bed again under different circumstances. The so-called ‘right’ circumstances. Clothes were at the foot of your bed along with his shoes and keys.

“You just had to open your mouth, huh?” He sneered as he pulled your hips up, forcing your back into a deep arch that felt so good with an ounce of discomfort. He pulled a condom from the box you threw at him early. “Looks like you’re gonna be using them after all.”

“Shut up already.” You said. All quippy remarks left your mind for the time being. The cool night air caused goosebumps on your flushed skin. 

You heard the wrapper tear open and the sound of rubber sliding against his skin. The texture against the curve of your ass as you felt his hands pushing and pulling the fat of it. “Taking your sweet time, aren’t ya?” 

“Let me enjoy this without your annoying voice.’’ He shot back before slipping inside your core, a soft groan left his lips as he savored you like his last fulfilling meal. A muted breath was pushed into the covers as his hand tipped your head down. He gained the will to move ever so slightly. So slow and tantalizing.

You managed to tilt your head to the side so you could breathe and demand. “Oh my god, move already.” You hissed. You caught a glimpse of his hardened expression before your eyes closed from the harsh push of his hips, finally giving you the feeling you’ve ached for months. Sure, you’ve been in this position before, quite literally, but that was with an irrelevant man who managed to get to the finish line after minutes of short strokes with the aid of your own hand.

His tempo became consistent as his hands grabbed at the squish of your hips and ass, the skin on skin contact harmonizing with the soft thump of your headboard against the wall. His quivering breaths revealed that he was feeling the same.

“Fuck…” He drawled out, his fingers gripped your hips. “That’s it.” He murmured as his chest laid on your back. His ears filled with your moans like Beethoven’s classical music. 

You were in a daze before you felt the loss of connection. He manhandled you to straddle his lap. Your centers connected again. He wanted to see your faces, maybe your tits too. “Come on, get moving.” He laughed slightly. Normally, you would’ve smart mouthed him but you were too busy chasing that release you needed.

Your muscles work in unison to achieve it. His head tilted back as he closed his eyes so he could just feel. Feel. Feelings. This is what all this is about. Not emotional feelings but physical.

Your thighs get that lactic burn after a while, movements slowing before your breath becomes labored. How embarrassing on your behalf. 

“Come on, baby. I didn’t come here for a pity fuck.” His smile was devious as he smacked your ass, feeling the ripples underneath his fingers for a split second. “Come on, honey, you can do it. I believe in you.” He mocked.

The feeling of heat in your eyes was familiar. The warning signs of tears. You kept going just to please him. Like you did time and time again. “That’s my girl.” He murmured in satisfaction. A little roll of his hips as a little reward.

He noticed the glassy aspect of your eyes and he felt that pride again. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your hips as he helped you move. He felt your tightness increased and he let a little air through his teeth. The bit of your lip and look of clouded concentration on your face was scrumptious to him. He could eat it, and you, everyday if he could. 

A raspy moan left your lips as your peak heightened. The tie unraveling in your lower abdomen as your legs finally gave out with an extra bounce of steam. He moved you back as he didn’t care about your peak anymore since you oh so obediently found it yourself. His hips brutally attacked yours as he lifted one of your legs on his shoulder, his nails digging into your calf. You were squirming and writhing from the sharp spikes of pleasure. A soft sheen on his body that made him look amazing. 

His free hand grasped yours as he reached his own release. Spilling into the condom as he slowed to a stop. His chest rising and falling with each beat of his rapid heart rate. He pulled his hand away and gave you a soft pat on the thigh before leaning back on his thighs. 

He stood up and ran a hand through his hair before discarding the condom. His weight shifted the mattress as he pulled you over again. The air was humid and skin on skin contact was almost unbearable before he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

Has he changed? Why is he doing this?  Questions filled your head before he answered them.

“I’m not saying it.” He said firmly before turning his head away from you but still had you in his arms.

‘I love you’ were words he’d never dare to utter.

So much for change.

[changbinsboobs]

Who in Skz goes out clubbing?

Hello guys im back🌝

Aaannnnddd the answers will probably shock you. Def shocked me 👁️👄👁️

Chan - yes occasionally on the regular. Like if the phase is tight i see him going weekly or something, but always with a group of friends and always for fun, social interactions etc. Not to get drunk, pick up women and be a lil rascal.

Lee Know - no he prefers his solitude and peace and quite. Also the night is dark for a reason he says, when its dark you should be home sleeping. Instead of doing other stuff.

Changbin - feels socially pressured. If he goes he goes against his will. I feel like he may be in circles with very social people who like s bit wilder things than him, and even tho that's not so much his thing he wants to make his friends happy and spend time with them so he goes every once in a while but i don't see him staying long or being active, u probably wouldn't even notice he's there. Its really not his thing.

Hyunjin - he goes but rarely and its intentional. Like he doesn't go there just to let some steam of or just because someone invited him. He has to have a reason to go and a mission to fulfill. I see him going more to social networking partys. (The other guys probably too, like i don't see idols like them going to regular clubs😂). But for hyunjin i see when he goes out partying its something like an after party or a private party involving certain important people etc. He goes to things like this to put himself out there, make himself be seen, win opportunities, get acquainted with people that could be helpful to him etc. It's more like a job to him than leisure.

Han - Im seeing two polar opposites, struggled, something addiction. So if i have to string everything that im picking together i would say he either hates it and u CAN'T force him under any circumstances to go - or he suddenly loves it and get so addicted to it you can't keep him out if the "club". But that energy's really heavy and not nice at all. Reminds me of someone with a gambling problem - that type of addictive.

Felix - isn't up to his values, he has better things to do than that. I see him having went in the past while he was still "undeveloped" (his words not mine if y'all crazy felix fans come at me again im blocking ur asses IMMEDIATELY🫵🏻😤) bubnoe that he's ~mature~ stuff like thats not up to his standard. Seriously tho idk when that shift happened exactly but in the time frame of 6 months (since around i started my acc and have been reading on him) his energy has changed sooooo soooo much. I think he's going through a phase of discovering himself and building his own sense of self. As someone who can definitely relate and would say is already on the other side, i think his transformation/ rebirth hasn't really finished. Let me explain - in the past his energy felt really really strong but u couldn't see/dense it probably it was very mellow, unused, unseen by himself even, it was very very weird seeing someone with that much power not having it utilized. It felt unsettling (now i think i understand why but thats a topic for another time). He didn't really have a sense of self, was very easily swayed, influenced, and didn't really know much about himself or the world, he just felt like a little newborn and went along with the flow not really having a steering wheel i his hands he just sat on other peoples boats and floated on it and let himself be taken by wherever others brought him. This however is not the case anymore - he has his own boat, and now thinks that having a boat means the work is done and he has found his sense of self and knows who he is etc. But thats just the first step, the actual work/journey begins now. He has to learn how his boat works, learn to navigate tides, to know his surroundings to interact with other boaters (idk what they're called). U get where im going at? And oftentimes with people that have been denied their power, freedom and sense of self, and finally come to a point where they reclaim those they switch to a polar opposite of what they were before because that past self is what others were, not u, so the brain makes u go the opposite way to find urself. I see felix being in THAT stage. His energy once very fluid & accepting, suddenly feels very rigid and convinced of certain beliefs and values, he doesn't seem to have the ground to be so convinced in yk. Because that switch is so sudden. So yeah in short i believe he's on a journey of discovering himself and now he's experiencing the stage of the "other side". Eventually he'll come to a crash out, live the consequences from the breakdown and within the healing period he'll actually find his true sense of self and begin from then nurturing that seed and "growing himself" more and more as time goes. Thats my prediction.

Seungmin - loves them 👁️👄👁️ it's really his thing i think he's a hidden charmer. Like ... an actual actual charmer a casanova, a don juan. Those a mainly directed to seducing women tho, i don't see him having that reputation, he's just overall charming and can attract lots of people, feels good in that energy can entertain and just overall he's made for parties and clubbing apparently. It gives him energy & confidence.

I.N - loves clubbing too and does it quite often. Like i see him whenever he can he goes out could be as often as every night or every other night. Definitely a couple times a week. There's not much else to pick up on here, idk why he öikes it so much or what he does when he goes out but yeah he does it often.

[p3aches-n-cream]

Recipe ♡ : You and Hobie are both spider people and have known each other for well over three years. You two are inseparable, you being the one to drag Hobie in when he gets too reckless, and him encouraging you to go all out. Unfortunately, your superiors begin to catch onto this, promoting you to distance yourself from your former best friend. Little do they know, there's more to your relationship than meets the eye.

Ingredients ♡ : Blk!fem! reader, smut with a little bit of background. Opposites attract. I headcanon Hobes to be 21+, fight with the wall. Word count: 3k. Making out. Missionary. Desk Sex. Minors please don't interact. Obviously, I can't control what you do, but i'd really appreciate if you don't. ( You will be blocked. )

Notes ♡ : Okay this took me a really long time because I finally realized what I wanted to do. Consider this a pilot piece for my hobiexreader series. This is a simplified version of the original, I had to scrap it cause it was past the word limit. But I might include a snippet of one of my favorite parts which will give more of a backstory!! I hope you enjoy!

It was just another day at Headquarters and you were fulfilling your duties as per usual. Your previous mentor, Jessica Drew had asked you to sort some files for an upcoming meeting and afterwards, you were expecting to go on a rescue mission to another dimension. A pretty slow one considering your circumstances.

You were a model employee in every sense of the word. Enlisted on recommendation, succeeding every mission with flying colors and an irrefutable loyalty to boot. Which is why it was so peculiar when you and Hobie Brown began to hang out.

Now Hobie was a real piece of work, everyone knows that. He had no respect for authority, ( which is ironic considering he's part of an organization ) openly defying orders and making waves. He’d never let anyone or anything stop him from being his true self. You were enthralled to say the least. His brash authenticity provided a stark contrast to your sheltered persona. Of course you were much too refined to admit that. Considering your background, comeuppance and the person that you are - you didn’t allow yourself to engage in reckless indulgence.

But for Hobie, you found yourself making exceptions. His presence fulfilled your exuberance, especially whenever he would hop through your window, ranting about a new adventure he was dying to try. And he’d need his lovely companion by his side.

As you pass familiar spiders, you raise your hand in a wave and flash an amicable smile. You were all set to drop off the sorted files on Jessica’s desk, making a left into the next hallway. As you checked your portal watch , the device buzzed with all sorts of different pop-ups. With a swipe, they disappear and you’re able to see the time. Only twenty minutes until the upcoming meeting. Smiling with glee, you continued on your way, relieved your perfect track record was still intact. Everything was going smoothly.

That is until a large palm wraps around your waist, pulling you into an undisturbed corner. The files drop to the floor, scattering across the marble flooring, and your hands fly out in an attempt to steady yourself. When they connect with the telltale leather, you figure there’s only one person who would pull a stunt like this.

“ Hobie! “ you recognized the tall stature, trademark piercings and dark brown eyes of your lover, his hands running soothingly up and down your sides. Just as always, his features left your knees feeling weak, inebriated from his beauty. His sunken cheeks accentuated his broad nose and full lips so well. His eyes, spaced perfectly far apart welcome your own, shining with a fondness agreed to only reserve for one another. You slap at his chest playfully, bringing forth a chuckle before cementing your palms across his tattered blue crop top.

“ What are you doing? Someone could've seen. “ Your tone is hushed, as not to echo through the building’s cavernous walls.

Your eyes follow his as they trail over your form, his thumb absentmindedly tracing across your glossy lips. “ You've been ignoring me lately, butterfly. “

Of course, Hobie being ever observant, would pick up on it sooner or later. That nickname was coined from the way you’d swing about during battles. You were always so poised and perfect, fluttering amongst the villains with a sense of grace. Every move took careful consideration - it was if you would shatter otherwise. Hobie, on the other hand, had a much different approach. Seeing him in battle before you met was awe-inspiring, albeit concerning. He was somewhat lackadaisical in his movements and yet every blow was calculated. He showed true experience in his fighting style, despite its aggressive and uncompromising qualities.

“ I haven't been ignoring you, Hobie.” Your hands drift along his chiseled jaw, admiring the lines that decorate his face. He quirks his eyebrows, the adjacent barbells glinting under the fluorescent lighting. “ I've just been busy. You know that. “

“ Oh yeah? “ His head lowers to burrow his face in your neck, inhaling the sugary smell of your lotion. Sweet cream, he thinks. “ Then how come everytime I call, you never answer? “

He’s referring to the time you two would call each other on the phone, whenever your schedules would allow it. No matter what, you’d always make an effort to finish your chores before you’d call, making it one of the few times he’d have your undivided attention. What with your classes, assignments and being Spider-Woman? Safe to say you had your hands full.

That wasn’t the reasoning behind you avoiding him though, if you could call it that. What really happened was Jess and Miguel cornering you after a meeting, confronting your relationship with him. Much like everyone else in HQ, they had caught on to your camaraderie, sensing he might turn you against them. Of course they didn’t phrase it that way.

However, it did make you apprehensive. It’s no secret that this environment didn’t value individuality. Wherever you went it felt like there were eyes watching your every move. Everyone was forced to fit the mold, and if you didn’t you were stamped out. One of the first things Hobie had taught you.

“ Doll? “ His fingers gently tip your head upwards, making your eyes level with his. The dark irises that bore into your own, paired with the soothing circles he’s rubbing into your shoulders, steadily loosen your wavering resolve. “ Talk to me. “

You ponder for a moment, wondering which words would be best. It was unlikely he’d favor the response anyway, so in an effort to placate, you lifted his hand to your face and leaned your cheek into his palm. “ Nothing, it’s just Jess and Miguel again. I’m sorry. I should've said something. “

Hobie let out a sigh, giving his head a shake. Even after how long he’s known you, you were still your contained self. Not like he was complaining. He just didn't want you taken advantage of. The desire to satiate enveloped you in its delicate petals, prompting you to offer the sweetest, most tender parts of yourself - to people who had no business receiving it. Probably why they cornered you, and not him.

“ How long we’ve been together, love? Two, maybe three months? “ His index and pointer finger toy with your bohemian braids, curling the strands of the hair betwixt them. The gold jewelry that adorns them shines brilliantly once they catch the light. “ Why’s it still bother you? “

You almost smack your lips out of exhaustion. You figured he wouldn’t understand. Another thing about Hobie, he very rarely considered the consequences of his actions.

“ I know, Bee. it just makes me nervous, okay? I wanna protect you, and it’s clear our relationship wouldn’t be welcome. “

Deep down, you knew Hobie wouldn’t mind defying orders, but you weren’t going to risk him or you getting kicked out because of your boss's pettiness.

Hobie lets your words marinate before responding, lip tucked between his teeth. That was just like you, putting someone else’s needs over your own. You were the epitome of self-sacrifice, thrusting yourself into battle if only it was meant to ensure someone else’s safety. Don’t get him wrong, it wasn’t that Hobie didn't respect your morals, he just couldn’t relate to them. This society wasn’t built for your type of mindset. It was enough of a struggle sticking up for what’s right, now you have people making your decisions for you. No room for creative expression.

“ You’re too good for this world, y’know that? They don’ deserve ya. “ His face nudges at your cheek, plump lips drifting alongside your neck. His hands begin to caress your sides, squeezing appreciatively at the flesh hidden beneath your suit. You preen under his touch, gaze darting cautiously to the hallway from which he had stolen you from.

“ You say that all the time…” and it was just as endearing as the last.

“ Wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true. “ Those pool-like irises draw you in, reflecting pure sincerity. His next words tug on your heartstrings, knowing he spoke the truth. “ You’re better than this, ⊱❀⊰.“

This wasn't the first time you two have had this conversation. It’s been brought up before, in the privacy of his houseboat and comfort of his sheets. You two would be cuddled up together, a swift breeze from the open window offsetting your shared warmth. His toned arms would circle around you protectively, thumb rubbing mindless patterns into your skin as your cheek lay where his heart beat. You’d fantasize about what it would be like if things were different. Like if the two of you had met in another life, where the harrowing pressure of being spider people was unknown and you were free to live your lives the way you deserved.

“ I really am sorry, Hobie. “ Your freshly manicured nails trace along Hobie’s collarbone, before he grabs ahold of them, kissing the tips of your fingers. “ I guess I just got caught up again. “

“ Oh swee’heart. “ The lines around his eyes crinkle in amusement, a broad smile spreading across his face. “ I’m just teasin'. I could neva' be mad at’cha. “ His lips meet your forehead in a chaste kiss, wrapping his arms around your midsection. Your head rests in between the lapels of his leather jacket, able to hear the thrum of his heart in your ear. He couldn’t exactly blame you, not after witnessing the stress you were experiencing first hand. He knew you too well to expect your next move, even if it wasn’t intentional.

“ Jus’ promise you’ll talk to me next time, okay?” His soft voice tickles your ear, as he drops kisses wherever he can reach. “ I missed you. “ The two of you rock side to side gently, and you melt utterly into his embrace, trusting him completely.

God, wasn’t he just perfect? You had the most understanding boyfriend in the world. You felt awful for him even having to confront you like this, but it just couldn’t be helped. It was your dynamic after all. You both revolved around this game of cat and mouse, waiting to see who would make the first move. Having to sneak around base would do that to you.

“ You’re such a doll." His face fits gently in your palms as you pull him closer, planting a tender kiss on his lips. They slot perfectly against yours, melding together as if this is where they were meant to be. “ But, I’m still worried. “

“ Darlin’, “ he murmurs, lips still flush against yours, “ You don’t haveta' worry ‘bout a thing when I'm with you. “

When Hobie’s tongue runs across your lips, it tells you everything you need to know. Despite the amount of times this has gone down, your heart still races with the promise of what's to come, evident by the way Hobie's hips push up against yours, large palms cupping your ass. That's when the heat of your legs begins to stir, enveloping your body in a prickly warmth. All of a sudden you're up against the wall, his strong hands guiding you towards it. It's feels like second nature as your legs wrap around his slim waist, and you part your lips with a moan as his tongue darts inside, exploring the inside of your mouth. Your tongues dance as you wrap your arms around his neck, heavy pants filling the hallway.

" Got anythin' y'need to do baby? " The low timbre of his voice sends a shudder down your spine, just before his lips overtake yours again, stealing the breath from your lungs.

" Files...on Jess's desk. " He doesn't need you to repeat yourself to understand what you meant, sparing a glance at the discarded papers on the floor.

He's sure you already knew how well he cared for this position, but you were never extended the same sentiment. You were your own person, free to make your own decisions, regardless of what he thought. So he shoots a web collecting the files, before snaking an arm around your waist, pressing you up to his side. His lip ring is heated from warmth as it bump the ridge of your ear, before the teasing drawl of his voice fills it.

" Think y'have some time to spare? " You couldn't care much for Hobie's laughter at your enthusiastic nod, not when he was insinuating what you've been yearning for for days.

Which is how you end up in one of HQ's many storage closets, just a few paces away. It’s surprisingly dim, light flickering periodically above with a table stationed in the middle. You place yourself on top of it, Hobie immediately capturing your lips with his, one hand cupping your chin, while the other is planted firmly on your left side, effectively trapping you against the table.

Now you two are truly able to consume each other in a heated show of passion, free from the prying eyes of the outsiders. All that pent up energy from before releases itself into this room, serving as a breeding ground for your rendezvous. You're ravenous as your lips find his, bringing him as close as physically possible. Your fingers tangle in his hair, caressing the coarse wicks that sprouts from his scalp. Hobie welcomes it with a groan, and you swallow it greedily, taking whatever he has to offer.

Your back falls against the table, arms wrapped around Hobie's broad shoulders as his form engulfs yours. You both pull at each other, ripping off pieces of each other's suit. They're tossed across the room, flying past the stack of files placed safely on the shelfs against the wall. Eventually Hobie's left clad in his pants and boots, while you're working on the bottom half of your suit. You reach down to pull them off, before his hands fly out.

" Wait, wait, love, lemme.." The heat of his breath cascades over you, his broads palms squeezing your plush thighs. As he lowers himself to his knees, his idea becomes clear and you lift your legs to make it easier for him. He takes his time with you, moving tantalizingly slow as he pulls the rest of your suit off, until the entirety of your supple skin is free to the frigid air. Hobie's heart palpitates as he lifts himself off the floor, gazing hungrily at your body in its purest form. You looked absolutely ethereal even in simplicity. More beautiful than anything that has ever occupied this earth, nay the universe.

“ Fuck, love." He sucks in a breath. " You look like heaven. “ 

A deep fondness fills the expanse of your face, as you press your hands to your chest in appreciation. How did he always know just what to say? Was he aware that his words always brought an insurmountable ache to your heart?

As you beckon him closer, you two find each other once more. Time slows down between you, getting lost in each other's warmth. It allows him to savor the taste of your lips. Sweet, like spun sugar but with a subtle hint of spice. There was always more than meets the eye when it came to you.

His hips start to grind into yours, creating the most delicious friction. You feed into it, rocking your hips against him as the table starts to creak from your ministrations. It was now when the tender ache between your legs began to blossom into something insatiable, and you're unable to ignore it any longer.

" I need you, right now. " You all but whisper. His lips trail down to your neck, wet kisses are placed delicately across your throat. The flutter of his eyelashes tickle your skin, as he continues to worship you.

" You already have me, luscious. " You would've rolled your eyes, if not for his tongue gliding across your neck. It sends a deep shudder down your spine, one that has you grasping at his naked back. " Don't worry. I got what'cha need. " His gruff voice leaves your ear, as he raises himself from your neck, shielding you from the shoddy light. His form fills your peripheral vision, making him all you can focus on as you regain your breath. You never noticed his fingers creeping towards your cunt, too focused on the brown of his eyes. They never leave yours, and you take it as a sign that Hobie would never leave you.

Your mouth falls open in a gasp as his deft fingers push past your opening, delving deep inside your walls. " Goddamn, love. You're soaked." He sounds genuinely breathless, marveling at the slick between them. Your essence slips through his slender digits, as he pumps them in and out, reveling in your sounds. The way moans flew from your chest reminded him of a songbird. You sung so sweetly. " You're so beautiful y'know that? " He watches your face contort in pleasure, captivated as you writhe beneath him. " Gorgeous, gorgeous girl. "

" God, just fuck me already. " you cry out, exasperated. Your fists are clenched in desperation, fighting the urge to dig them in his wrist. You're second-guessing your thoughtful consideration as his fingers graze a sensitive spot, only furthering your ache for him.

" Don't worry, I'm gettin' to tha'. " His chuckle only irritates you, possibly more than his next words. " Can't a man jus' enjoy the view? " Thankfully he's deemed this to be enough torment, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your wet pussy. He pops them into his mouth, making sure you're watching as his tongue swirls around them - absorbing your flavor. If there was more time he would have eaten you out, but alas his lady needed him, and he was more than willing to deliver.

" Open those pretty legs f'me sugar. " With a tap to your knees, your sopping heat is exposed to the air, sticking to your legs. The translucent sheen glistens under the lighting, making Hobie hold back a whistle. He'd knew you'd be embarrassed, but god, were you a sight to behold. With a skilled hand he unbuckles his belt, freeing himself from the confines of his pants. His tip pokes at your entrance, sliding back and forth between your slick. Of course, he can't help but throw one more final jab, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

" Y'sure you're ready f'me baby? "

" Ask me that again, and I walk out. " A moan punches from your throat as his dick pushes all the way inside you, filling you to the brim. He groans, adjusting to how your cunt wraps around him, before starting a steady rhythm.

" Sorry swee' heart, but y'know I gotta tease ya a bit first. " Hobie holds your ankles in his hands, and his hips slap against your pussy, echoing throughout the room. Heavy breaths and gasps pour from your lungs, with each thrust wracks your body. The table legs shake and rub harshly on the floor, and Hobie's feet plant themselves further apart to reach deeper inside of you. You were squealing, hands scrambling for any place to balance yourself.

Hobie grits his teeth, eyes scrunched tight in concentration. His only focus was stretching you out, wanting to satisfy his girl. " You enjoyin' yourself, lovely? " he goads, brows furrowed as he zeroes in on your fucked out expression. Your moans flood his ears, and his deep voice drawls on. " Mm, I bet. Always such a good girl f'me, yeah? "

The questioning tilt in his voice prompts you to answer, but you're afraid you can't offer much but a brainless nod. Especially when the force of his thrusts knock every syllable from your lips before they have the chance to leave. He hits deep and hard, making sure you're fed every inch of his cock. It reaches depths not even his fingers have crossed, filling you up so deep you can barely comprehend.

“ God, you drive me wild y’know that? Can’ get enough of this tight cunt. “ His lips mashed against yours as he continued to babble, officially drunk off your pussy. A throaty groan emits from his throat as you clench around him, biting his bottom lip. All of a sudden, his firm grip releases your legs to grip at your waist, setting a new pace that jolts your body forward.

Your mouth flies open as he delivers another harsh thrust, your hands rushing to grip at his arms. Was he trying to kill you? If so, it was definitely working. His cock battered your pussy, realigning your insides. Moans fly out of your mouth, piercing through the air, adding to the heated atmosphere.

" Fuck beautiful, you're gonna make me cum. " You squeeze at his words, drawing a smirk from his lips. " Yeah, you like that? Want me to fill you up? " Fuck yes. He could do whatever he wanted if only it didn't include stopping. You were on cloud nine, uncaring of anything else that was going on. You didn't even care if you were late for your meeting, with the way his dick caressed your walls.

Eventually, that ache from before coils within your stomach, tightening into a knot. You were so close to your release and when Hobie hits that spot, you simply crumble, back arching against the arctic metal.

“ Oh god, oh god, Hobie! “

“ I know dovey. Let it out, I’m right here. “ His pace doesn't falter as he reaches down to toy with your clit, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves between his index and pointer finger. The coil in your stomach finally snaps, and you cry out, releasing your juices all over Hobie’s cock.

“ Thaat’s it, gorgeous. " his voice barely reaches you as you cream on him, fingernails digging into his arms. Your orgasm spurs on his own, just before thick ropes of cum spill inside your pussy.

As the aftershocks wrack through your body, he soothes you with soft kisses to your neck and collarbone, large palms massaging your flesh. Your chest heaves as you regain your breath, Hobie waiting patiently before he pulls out. In the heat of the moment, you've forgotten that Hobie didn't put on a condom. Which is why it shouldn't surprise you at all when he's leaning down to whisper in your ear, lanky arms wrapping enveloping you in his warmth.

“ Guess I'll be with ya at all times, huh love? “

[7ndipity]

You Want To Break Up Due To Insecurities

Tae x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You try to break up with Tae because you're worried that you don’t deserve him, but he won't let you go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, mentions of insecurities and self worth issues, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @sporadicarcadebanana for this request! I’m not entirely happy with how this one turned out tbh, but I didn't want to leave you waiting too long. I’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted.💜

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You did your best to try and ignore your phone ringing for what felt like the twentieth time that hour, knees pulled up to your chest as you tried to focus on the show you were watching as a distraction, but you couldn’t help your eye being drawn to Tae’s name popping up on the screen over and over. The

tears had finally stopped, but the lingering sting was still there, both in your eyes and chest.

You knew it was a shitty move to tell him that you wanted to end things over text, but you were afraid that if you had tried to say everything you were thinking face to face, you would fold immediately, like you always did when it came to him.

It was almost strange how you could both love and hate the hold that he had over you, the way he had managed to climb over all your walls that you’d built up, rather than knocking them down, and reach out to you from the inside and make you feel so safe and undered.

But with those feelings also came deep rooted fears and insecurities. As you spent more time together, you couldn’t help noticing the differences between the two of you, especially physically. Although he never seemed to mind it (frankly it seemed to be quite the opposite, if the way he always seemed to have his hands on you in some way or other was any indication), you could never shake the growing sense of unease that his devotion would only go so far, that eventually he would realize that you weren’t enough and he would leave. So, you’d decided to skip the waiting game and beat him to the punch.

A sudden knock at the door made you jump, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You shut your eyes at the sound of Tae’s voice, as if that would help block him out. “Y/n, please talk to me.��

“Go home, Tae.” You called through the door.

“No! We need to talk about this, I don’t understand what’s happening.” He said, his voice sounded hoarse, as if he’d been crying too. “Please, y/n, just talk to me.”

You let your forehead rest against the door as you took a deep breath. You knew he was right, he deserved a better explanation than this.

“What the hell is this?” He asked as you opened the door, holding his phone out for you to see the text displayed.

“I thought the message made it pretty clear. I think it would be for the best if we broke up.” You said, trying to sound unfazed, but the words had a hollow cadence to your ears.

“But why?” He demanded.

You sighed, looking anywhere but him. “It just won't work, our lives are too different. We’re too different.”

“What do you mean different?” He asked, finally taking a good look at you, noticing the puffiness around your eyes. “Have you been crying?” He reached out for you, immediately concerned. “Baby-”

“Don’t.” You pulled back, trying to ignore how your voice caught in your throat. “You deserve someone better, someone beautiful-”

“You’re beautiful.” He stated, staring at you, completely bewildered.

You scoffed, almost out of reflex.

“You are!” He said, the fire coming back to his eyes. “Is that what this is about? You think you’re not good enough or something? Because let me tell you right now, nothing could be farther from the truth.

“But, I-”

“No! I won’t let you talk badly about yourself. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I will fight every day to show you that.”

Your eyes started to mist over with new tears as he spoke, wanting to believe him, but unableto shake your own fear.

Seeing you starting to crumble, he pulled you against him in a crushing embrace, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Let me prove it to you, let me prove myself to you.” Tae said, pleading with his eyes. “If you still want to break up, I’ll hear you out, but don’t let it be because of this. Please.”

“Okay.” You whispered.

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Thank you.”

[en-lov]

love in the air

sunghoon x fem!reader ┋ cw: mean boy sunghoon, angst, lowercase intended, 500-1k wc, not proofread (let me know if i missed something!)

there was no doubt that slytherin and gryffindor were rivals, as for you and sunghoon it was no different. the animosity between the two of you had been brewing since the first match of the season. slytherin versus gryffindor. it had been a brutal game, with both sides playing their hearts out, but in the end, slytherin had won by a single point. sunghoon had made sure to rub it in every chance he got. he wasn’t content with just winning; he needed to make you feel like a failure for losing.

“maybe if you spent more time practicing and less time talking, you might actually score next time,” he’d sneered at you in the corridor a few days after the match. his words had stung, but you’d fired back with equal venom, refusing to let him see how much his taunts hurt.

“maybe if you weren’t so full of yourself, you wouldn’t need to compensate by being a jerk,” you’d shot back, earning a cold, disdainful smirk from him. it was a battle of wills, each of you refusing to back down.

as the season went on, the tension between you and sunghoon only grew. every time gryffindor and slytherin faced off, it felt like a personal grudge match. your teammates noticed it too, and they’d often tease you about it, suggesting that maybe the reason you and sunghoon were so hostile was because there was something more beneath the surface. you’d always laugh it off, insisting that there was no way you could ever like someone as insufferable as him.

but then, during the final match of the season, something changed.

it was gryffindor versus slytherin again, and the stakes were higher than ever. the quidditch cup was on the line, and both teams were determined to win. the match was intense, with both sides fighting tooth and nail for every point. you were in the zone, flying faster and harder than you ever had before. nothing mattered except the game.

then, in a split second, everything went wrong. you’d been diving for the quaffle, but another player collided with you mid-air, knocking you off course. you lost your grip and started to fall. the world spun around you, and for a terrifying moment, you thought you were going to hit the ground.

but before you could, a strong hand grabbed your arm, yanking you back onto your broomstick. you looked up, dazed, and found yourself staring into sunghoon’s dark eyes. he was glaring at you, but there was something else in his expression too—something you couldn’t quite place.

“watch where you’re going, idiot,” he snapped, but there was an edge of concern in his voice that threw you off. before you could respond, he let go of your arm and zoomed off, leaving you hovering in place, stunned.

after the match, which gryffindor narrowly won, you couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. sunghoon had saved you. he didn’t have to, but he did. it didn’t make sense. he hated you, didn’t he?

the question gnawed at you for days, and eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. you confronted him in the hallway, determined to get some answers.

“why did you save me?” you demanded, blocking his path.

sunghoon rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “what are you talking about?”

“during the match. you didn’t have to catch me, but you did. why?”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i don’t know. it was just instinct. maybe i didn’t want to win that way. does it matter?”

“it matters to me,” you insisted, refusing to back down.

for a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. then, to your surprise, he softened, just a little. “look, just because i’m competitive doesn’t mean i want you to get hurt, alright? we might be on opposite teams, but that doesn’t mean i want you dead.”

the admission caught you off guard, and for the first time, you saw something other than arrogance in his eyes. there was vulnerability there, buried deep, but it was there. maybe he wasn’t as heartless as he wanted everyone to believe.

“so, you don’t hate me?” you asked, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

sunghoon scoffed, but there was no real malice in it. “hate’s a strong word. i just… you’re annoying, alright? always so stubborn and determined. but i guess i can respect that.”

you blinked, not sure what to say. this was the closest thing to a compliment you’d ever gotten from him.

“you’re not so bad yourself,” you finally muttered, feeling a strange warmth in your chest. it was the first time you’d ever admitted it, even to yourself, but maybe—just maybe—there was something more between you and sunghoon than just rivalry.

he smirked at your words, but this time, it wasn’t mocking. “don’t go getting soft on me, gryffindor. we’re still enemies on the pitch.”

“we’ll see about that,” you shot back, a small smile tugging at your lips.

and for the first time, sunghoon didn’t respond with a sneer or a sharp retort. instead, he just looked at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual, before he turned and walked away.

as you watched him go, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, the line between enemies and something more had started to blur.

[sooslick]

Overblot! Malleus x Reader.

"You will love me as you have always loved. As once in a dream."

Malleus's last garbled words were heard before the darkness finally enveloped you and you fell into the abyss of sleep.

You woke up in a dark forest, the treetops blocked the sky, but the full moon was visible. The night air blows coolly on you, causing your body to shiver slightly from the cold. Everything feels real. The sounds of the forest, the breath of the wind, even the sounds of animals, but no, it's all fake.

It was difficult to discern your surroundings other than the dark trees surrounding you.

Suddenly the animal sounds fade. Dead silence until it echoes through another part of the forest. It sends shivers down your spine and arms. "I have to run" - seemed like the best idea And the most logical solution. "Whatever it was, it wasn't good."

You quickly turned around on your shoes and ran to the opposite side from where the approaching footsteps were coming from. You ran pretty fast, but even that didn't help, because this "something" was catching you up.

Another problem - Tree branches and roots. This slowed down your movement a lot, scratching your skin and causing you to stumble sometimes due to the darkness.

But don't forget, this is a dream, even though it is too real, your movement is not as fast as it would be in reality, as if you were running in space.

You won't be able to overtake him

At this rate, you finally reach a clearing in the forest. Of course, you know this isn't the end, and before you can move any further, thorn vines wrap around your ankles, causing you to fall to the ground.

"I don't want to be here, I want to be home.." you said quietly, trying to get out of the grip of the thorny vines until a dark voice echoed throughout the clearing.

Malleus: "Home? You have no other home but this one, my love."

Noticing the figure of your former friend, you were horrified. "Malleus..."

Malleus: "Don't you understand? You belong to me. It was, it is, and it always will be."

These words made your anger flare up "you're a monster!" escaped your lips but another dark chuckle was heard in response.

Malleus: "Monster you say..." He slowly walked up to you and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Have you ever heard the legend of the Monster who fell in love with a human?"

He stepped back slightly, as if remembering the past.

Malleus: "Once upon a time there was a Monster who loved a man with all his ugly heart. They were happy, because this human truly loved this Monster. But one day this human died of old age, and the monster spent the rest of his life alone."

He came closer again and placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it quite gently, before continuing my story.

Malleus: "And then he made himself a promise. You know what it was? Never to repeat the mistake he made until he met you."

The spikes moved up from your ankles to your neck, wrapping around it as Malleus continued to caress your cheek with a soft smile on his dark lips.

"Why..? Why do you need this..?" You were the only one who could say, Malleus' smile did not waver.

Malleus: "Why? Doesn't it make sense? I don't want to be alone anymore. Ever. Now you will be with me, my love, for 1000 years."

Your vision began to blur, but before you could fall into another dream, a soft voice purred.

Malleus: "Sleep sweetly, my love, I will be with you, always."

He caressed your hair as you lay on his lap.

This is not the end. This is just the beginning. The beginning of new nightmares.

[jinnie-ret]

Heyyyyy could you do a hyunjin x twin sister reader where hyunjin plans a suprise for her (which is introducing her the members cause why not and he thought that she doesn't really listen to kpop much because he knew she would focus more on studies then that) but he finds out by seeing you try to sing one of there songs. Sorry if this is too long lol and if it makes zero sense

2hwang

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1k

summary: hyunjin's twin sister finally meets skz, and much to his surprise, she's a big fan.

I hope you enjoy! I might have gone a little off topic from what you requested but it still has all those ideas! :)

If enjoyed please like, reblog or comment! And if you want to be added to the taglist then let me know!

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"Keep up!" Hyunjin teased his twin sister Y/N as they raced up the stairs in the apartment block.

"What, is, wrong, with, you?" Y/N huffed as she trailed behind, only a few steps of course but that didn't mean she'd give up.

"There is nothing wrong with wanting my sister to see where I live!" Hyunjin raises a brow whilst stood hunched over, catching his breath as the palms of his hands rested on his knees.

"Not with that, you idiot! I swear there wasn't a sign saying the lift was broken..." Y/N trailed off.

"Oh that's because there wasn't," Hyunjin shrugged like it was nothing.

"Today will be the day you die, Hwang Hyunjin," Y/N dramatically stormed up to him, yet all possible intimidation was lost when she tripped over the last step.

"Woah! Hahaha," Hyunjin helped her balance herself as he caught her by the arms, and then immediately recoiled. "Ew you're so sweaty. And plus you can't kill me before I see your reaction, Hwang Y/N," he smirked, unlocking the door and opening it.

"See my reaction to what? Your art? I already know you're a hopeless romantic, what else could there be to- oh..." Y/N rambled back before standing still in her tracks at the sight of all the members of Stray Kids sat around on the sofas.

"Surprise!" Hyunjin imitated Lee Know's iconic moment, just without the party blower this time.

"H-hi..." Y/N quietly said, and automatically it was assumed by her twin brother that it was because she didn't know who they were.

In fact, it was the complete opposite.

The boys greeted Y/N with polite bows and greetings, before they all sat down and got comfortable.

"You remind me of someone..." Changbin thought, stroking his chin as if he had the wise beard of a wizard.

"It's probably Hyunjin," Seungmin rolled his eyes, jokingly crying out in pain when Changbin shoved him away.

"Yah you pabo! Of course he doesn't mean that!" Han exclaims.

"Seungmin is just teasing, Hannie," Chan facepalmed, whilst Lee Know, Felix, Jeongin and the twins merely observed from the other sofa.

"Are they always like this?" Y/N whispered to herself, yet Jeongin heard.

"Yes they are, noona... can I call you that?" Jeongin shyly asked.

Y/N's eyes widened.

"What's the matter?" Felix asked curiously.

"Oh nothing haha... but um, yes," she awkwardly answered.

"Hmm you two are very similar," Lee Know observed keenly.

"Ew don't compare me to her!" Hyunjin scrunched his nose and side eyed Y/N.

"There it is haha, the same flustered antics," Lee Know clapped his hands.

"Oh I totally see it," Felix nodded along.

"I don't get flustered!" Hyunjin folded his arms and huffed.

"You just did," Y/N shoved Hyunjin, smirking much like he did to her earlier.

"Yah!" Hyunjin pounced.

"Children! Don't fight!" Chan shouted above all the ruckus that had unfolded in simply ten minutes since the Hwang twins entered the apartment.

"Yes dad," they both rolled their eyes in sync and folded their arms.

"Woah, creepy," Jeongin shuddered, causing Y/N to fondly smile.

"Ah! I got it!" Changbin suddenly clapped his hands.

"Indulge me," Y/N smiled lightly as she sat back down.

"You look like Yeji!" Changbin smirked proudly.

"Oh from ITZY?!" Y/N beamed, excited at the comparison.

"How do you know ITZY?" Hyunjin gasped, shocked at his sister's sudden knowledge, assuming that she swerved away from KPOP all because of one time she stated she wasn't really listening to it anymore.

Which by the way lasted for like 2 hours, Y/N just couldn't find a song she wanted to listen to in that moment and ever since, Hyunjin thought that still applied to this day.

There's a reason he's in Paboracha.

"I love KPOP! Duh!" Y/N facepalmed, looking at Hyunjin with an incredulous look after.

"Hyunjinnie, did you lie to us?" Lee Know also turned to the younger twin, a glare taking over his features. Of course, he didn't really mean it.

"You said you didn't listen to it anymore!" Hyunjin defended himself, holding his hands up.

"Why else do you think that I was so awkward when I came here, Jinnie?" Y/N shyly admitted.

"Oh... Oh!!!" Hyunjin suddenly got excited.

"Oh no..." Y/N sighed.

"Why oh no?" Han laughed at the expression on Y/N's face, one he had often seen painted on Hyunjin's too but because of something he did.

"He's up to something," Seungmin chuckled lightly at Hyunjin's excited expression.

"Y/Nnieeeee, sing our song!" Hyunjin proposed the idea that had gotten him so excited.

"No way! That's so embarassing," Y/N turned away from her brother and hid her face.

"We won't judge you noona," Jeongin tried to reassure her, making her heart burst.

"Ah Jeongin you're too cute!" she let her inner fangirl out and squealed.

"Oh no, she really is like hyung," Jeongin's eyes comically widened as he referred to Hyunjin's obsession with him.

"Come on, Y/N, Hyunjin has told us you like writing, the talent must run in your family, just a little bit of singing?" Chan did his best to convince her and it worked.

"Ok, fine, fine," Y/N scratched the back of her neck wondering what.to sing before she couldn't help but fall into a fit of giggles.

"Come on, don't leave us in suspense!" Felix exclaimed, unable to hide his growing smile from her infectious giggles, ones that mirrored Hyunjin's but more high pitched and slightly quieter.

"Hoodie hoodie negan shim toga ji boogie boogie iepon kogo dance groovy groovy," Y/N perfectly imitated Hyunjin's viral part that had made it into many memes. This of course caused everyone to burst out into laughter.

"Wow she really is a true fan!" Lee Know applauded her approvingly.

"She's better than Jinnie," Changbin smirked.

"It's true," Y/N nodded, ignoring Hyunjin's shrieks in protest.

"Remember who was here first!" Hyunjin shouted emotionally, like he was part of some sort of kdrama. And ever since then, with Y/N being able to join in on their teasing, it was like she knew them from the start.

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[calicough]

backbone – hazel callahan

— you helped rockbridge's divine pillar practice her receives.

volleyball player!hazel. libero!hazel. manager!reader. drabble!

it was around seven in the evening and you were all alone in the gymnasium, checking the inventory of the equipments that the players had helped you put away. coach and josie, the captain, would usually help you with the inventory but surprisingly, they both had to leave early because of their own personal reasons. nevertheless, this was your job as the manager of the rockbridge bottoms. the name was rather unfitting and contradicting as your team would always make it to the finals in tournaments whether it'd be regionals or nationals.

their practice game went well today and they've made a lot of progress in such a short amount of time ever since they lost the match against the huntington tigers a week ago. stella-rebecca had finally mastered a float serve. pj and josie successfully executed the quick attack that they were trying to imitate. sylvie had managed to break all of brittany's blocks much to her dismay, although brittany did multiple setter dumps which left sylvie dumbfounded. everyone was thriving today. well, except for one player.

you were about to leave the equipment room when the door suddenly flew open, revealing hazel on the other side, wearing the team's varsity jacket over her green shirt. you quickly clutched your clipboard to your chest, scared out of your wits. you never got used to the court at night as coach was always there to accompany you.

"sorry," she sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of her neck, towel draped over her shoulders. "i thought you went home already."

compared to the others, you and hazel rarely talked despite being in the same year. your conversations were limited to volleyball talk and her title as the divine pillar or the backbone of rockbridge falls didn't help when trying to converse with her. you just find her extremely intimidating especially on the court with her stoic face and sharp eyes, even though you've seen her fool around with the others countless of times.

"it's fine," you replied, releasing your hard grip on your clipboard. "i thought you went home already."

hazel entered the room and grabbed a ball from the ball cart. you're already finished with inventory so you didn't mind. as she was about to leave the room and into the court, she turned around and gestured the ball in her hand. "wanna help me practice?"

you didn't have anything planned tomorrow and you were not in a hurry so you shrugged and said, "why not?"

you stood on the other side of the net opposite from each other, bouncing the ball off the floor as you got ready to serve. hazel was known for her agility when it comes to receiving the opponent's ball especially in longer rallies, earning her the aforementioned nickname. but ever since that match against huntington, her receives in practice games were sloppy and delayed. you had an idea of what caused this but you didn't want to assume.

hazel was already in position with her jacket tossed to the side and the sleeves of her shirt rolled upwards, exposing her biceps. her knees were bent and her palms faced outwards. you bounced the ball at least five times before throwing it up in the air and hitting it towards her direction. her eyes and her body followed the ball's movement. as the ball descended, she lunged forward with her arms positioned away from her body, properly receiving the ball with her forearms.

"nice!" you exclaimed as you grabbed another ball from the cart that hazel helped you pulled out, doing another serve. this time, she was a second late and the ball bounced off her wrist. she made a sound of annoyance and only shook her head with a smile when she sensed that you were about to ask if she was okay.

"i'm fine. let's do it again!"

you nodded and grabbed another ball. she successfully retrieved this serve and the other two that followed until the fourth serve, in which she completely missed. she did a loud 'tsk!' sound out of frustration, wiggling her fingers and bending her knees as she readied herself for the next ball.

"again!"

your palm was sore from hitting the ball again and again. her usual bright blue eyes were much duller and more exhausted compared to the team's training earlier in the evening. hazel was still not satisfied with her receives, torturing herself mentally and physically. you've lost count how many times she dove or rolled to retrieve the ball. her whole body must've been hurting right now.

"hazel," you called out, concern evident in your voice as she went back to position again. "let's take a water break."

"no, i'm fine," she shook her head but suddenly made her way to you with worry in her eyes. "unless you want to take a break? we can definitely take a break." you just nodded and gave her a reassuring smile when she looked at you apologetically.

as you both sat down by the wall and drank your waters, you turned your head at her. her hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweaty skin. there were bruises all over her arms and legs, and a small cut on her right knee. you took a deep breath and asked, "are you alright?"

hazel was surprised and turned to you with wide eyes, gulping as she did so. "you seem... out of it lately," you continued. "is everything alright?"

hazel shook her head and let out a small chuckle. "no no, i'm fine... it's just..." she trailed off, her eyes looking at the floor as she sighed deeply. she then turned to you with sorrow in her eyes. "i can't help but blame myself for what happened during that game."

you knew what she was referring to. it was the last set and huntington was taking the lead with fifteen points while rockbridge was behind by one point. everyone was tired and their stamina was running out. "focus guys! you can do this!" you remembered cheering while silently praying for another deuce during an intense rally. but sometimes, things don't always go in everyone's favor; in hazel's favor.

"i could've gotten that ball," hazel groaned and sighed deeply, leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. "if only i moved fast enough... we could've won that game..."

"hey, it's okay," you reassured, putting your hand on her knee and patting it as an attempt to comfort her. hazel's eyes fluttered open and looked into yours. "look, i was also bummed that we didn't win," you paused, trying to find the right words to say as she waited in anticipation. "but it pains me to see you and the other players blame yourselves for something that you can't control. especially when you've played and dived for, like, every set. pretty sure your bodies felt really heavy to move."

hazel nodded as her unnoticeably tense shoulders relaxed. "yeah... i felt like a boulder."

the both of you giggled as you gave her knee one last pat before retracting it. "the good news is, we have more upcoming tournaments so..." you trailed off and playfully smiled at hazel.

"yeah, i'll give them hell," hazel laughed and mocked you with the line that you'd always say before games. "hey!" you laughed as well and crossed your arms, pretending to be offended.

after your laughter died down, hazel stood up and offered you a hand, pulling you up to your feet. "thank you, by the way." you both made your way to court to gather all of the used balls.

"no worries," you replied as you placed the balls back in the ball cart.

"hey," she called out. "after we're done here... do you wanna get some snacks?"

"i'd like that."

waaaaaaa i hope you guys enjoyed this one! and thank you to the people who voted on my poll abt hazel's vball position hehe,, + i apologize if there are any inconsistencies or if there's anything worng with how i described vball,, i only based it on my high school experience with volleyball and haikyuu T_T

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

fiber observations (knitting edition): peduncle silk

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peduncle silk from type of wild tussah silk worm. what typically think of as tussah silk, is from cocoon. but peduncle silk from stem part. n like stem, peduncle silk processed from it very stiff apparently because “glue” that bind it together.

it so called “rare fiber,” but not sure if it rare because actual few in number, or like. time consuming process for fiber that not very useful beyond niche fiber artist “ooo new thing let’s try.”

anyway. got some peduncle silk yarn some time ago to do exactly that “ooo new thing let’s try” thingie.

[id: hank of peduncle silk yarn that functionally described below. end id]

in real life it dark yellowish brown color that have these “inclusions” of lighter stuff that almost look like tweed. not sure if it just how yarn processed or how peduncle silk. it DK weight n each hank said have 200 yards. n have 5 hank of it, if careful, can make small adult sweater for me. it not my usual color by any means (pastel & bright rainbow), but again “ooo new thing let’s try,” & rarely wear/make anything other than sweater, so, sweater 👍

people (primarily spinners) online said it feel more like wool than silk, n think that pretty accurate—though me would say feel more like cotton than silk. am big avid cotton not-enjoyer, so don’t knit or spin with it to able compare actual properties, but avid not enjoyer mean can feel yarn n immediately tell it cotton/cotton majority. n. this feel more similar to cotton than wool. but mentally less barrier to it because “ooo new thing let’s try.”

it shipped to me damp n dried since then, but in hank form there still feeling of. like. damp. but it dry. but feel damp.

definitely not something would use regularly (or again after this project) though (tho same seller also had lace version so maybe will make shawl from it just for fart fun of it. don’t think will have very good drape bc stiff but funny rare experiment). harder get + only one color (natural/unbleached) + feel.

[id: two picture of same knitted rectangle from yarn. there centimeter ruler on it horizontal and vertical. there also US 6 bamboo needle near by. end id]

knit swatch with US 6 bamboo needle. pre wet blocking. cast on 20 st & it about 9.25 cm wide. knit about 19 st / 21 st if count cast on bind off (unconventional number but got lazy), n it about 7 cm long.

way yarn itself made is… think like 10 ply or something. anyway many lace singles loosely together into yarn. not enjoy that as much… come undone on needle.

it not very slippery, opposite of slippery, so may move to metal needles when do real thing n see. as someone who primarily knit wool & never knit cotton, this yarn idea of what “wool-y cotton” think would feel like to me. if make any sense. but not wool.

immediately after wash, still wet:

[id: first picture hold knitted rectangle in hand against light wood background. next two picture measure rectangle with ruler again. knitted rectangle not look much different. end id]

basically, not much different. with some stretch n shape n put back together, width grew a little to 10 cm, but length not change. not sure why didn’t expect it (prob because last project superwash merino…), but make sense, because stiff.

keep forget this animal/protein fiber not plant fiber.

when wet, have smell. like wet wool have wet sheep smell, this have… wet peduncle silk smell? what associate with damp corners. oh and WET DIRT. really smell like wet dirt.

n. stiffness no joke

[id: first picture of rectangle scrunched up & remaining it shape. second picture of it be stretched very long length wise n remain shape. end id]

like scrunch it up n put it on table not so carefully n take time for photo, still very remain shape, no sign of move. same for pull stretch really out n still mostly stay there.

second picture visually remind me of superwash merino. except in reality opposite of it—superwash merino feel floppy. uncontrollable growth. once it stretch you need accept fate. (until say fuck you n throwing dryer for few minutes that is). this more… stiff n rigid. you need be one to stretch it. n then put it back in shape n it measurement not change much at all.

anyway. it still wet on table. gonna see if any different when dry, but doubt any. hard imagine what it like to wear it with just swatch (wet swatch at that), but would imagine it not spiky but more heavy. curious about warmth. it look quite thick for dk but measured n indeed dk.

thinking about knit field sweater on ravelry (feel like right vibe for color). scared about it bc people say pattern poorly written/translated. but there lots notes online so hoping go okay.

[op nonverbal autistic with communication impairment disability. do not comment about how talk. still english not need “translate.” do not rephrase into “proper” english without ask.]

[aishangotome]

[Gilbert] Choose Your True Love: Part 1

Man with Black Hair and Red Eyes: ..............

Emma: ..............

(My legs... are trembling...)

Standing before me was a man in military uniform with obsidian-like glossy black hair and vivid red eyes.

The man, adorned with more medals than even Gilbert, looked down at me without changing his expression.

He hadn't done anything to me. Just his presence was enough to make me terribly afraid.

(He looks like Gilbert, but... the atmosphere is completely different.)

Gilbert also has a unique aura that dominates people, but the man in front of me is incomparable.

He exudes a murderous aura as naturally as breathing, blending it into the air.

I'm going to be killed. --I don't know why, but that premonition turns into a cold sweat.

(Why am I even in the hallway in the first place?)

(I was supposed to be studying in Gilbert's room.)

I can't remember how I ended up facing this man.

I don't even know if such a thing exists.

With a trembling breath, I glance away.

The man had a sword at his waist.

The obsidian-decorated sword seemed somewhat ominous, perhaps because of the smell of blood in the air.

(...I have to run away.)

Against my will, my feet are glued to the ground.

It was an unknown fear I had never experienced before.

???: What are you doing, Your Majesty the Emperor?

(...!)

Suddenly, a hand is placed on my shoulder from behind.

I flinch, but the fear clinging to the voice I heard slightly eases.

Gilbert: You two are staring at each other in the middle of the hallway.

Emperor: She suddenly appeared in front of me and blocked my path.

Emperor: I was thinking about how to kill her.

(W-Wait... Did he just say "Your Majesty the Emperor"?)

Gilbert: I see. But I'm sorry. She's my pet.

Gilbert: I forgot to put on her collar. I'll properly train her, so please forgive me.

Emperor: I didn't know you had a woman.

Gilbert: I'm at that age, you know.

Emperor: ...Well, fine. I forgive you.

Emperor: I'm in a good mood today.

The man called "Your Majesty the Emperor" left with a meaningful grin.

(His Majesty the Emperor, who destroyed many countries and killed countless people, is a bloodthirsty madman...)

(But he shouldn't be here. Because His Majesty the Emperor is...)

Gilbert: Come here.

Emma: Ah...

Gilbert grabbed my hand and started walking quickly in the opposite direction from the Emperor.

-

I was invited to Gilbert's room, which should have been familiar to me.

But I immediately felt a sense of discomfort.

(...There's a mountain of documents.)

The documents, piled so high that they seemed to collapse with the slightest vibration, asserted their presence as if they had been waiting for Gilbert's return.

(This is strange... There weren't any documents here until just now.)

Emma: Gil... What's going on?

Gilbert: ..............

Gilbert: What's wrong? Do you know me?

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: But I definitely feel a sense of familiarity with you. That's why I helped you.

Emma: ...What are you talking about...?

Gilbert: What's your name?

Emma: Emma...

Gilbert: Emma...

Gilbert: ...Wait, Emma?

Emma: Yes...

Gilbert: Where are you from?

Emma: ...Rhodolite.

Gilbert: What's your occupation?

Emma: Um... I used to work in a bookstore.

(I don't understand. He's asking me questions as if we've never met before.)

With each answer I gave, Gilbert's smile faded and he became lost in thought.

(...Wait, was Gilbert always this young?)

(And for some reason, he seems tense.)

(Like he's on edge, or he doesn't seem to have any leeway...)

Gilbert: Could I be dreaming?

Gilbert: Why are you in Obsidian?

Emma: Why...? Didn't you bring me here, Gil?

Gilbert: ...You don't seem to be lying.

Gilbert: Tell me more.

As I told Gilbert what had happened, I realized a few things.

(First of all, Gilbert in front of me doesn't know me.)

(No, maybe he knows me, but we've never met in person.)

(And he doesn't seem to know about the Bloodstained Rose Day either.)

If the bloodthirsty Emperor is alive and Gilbert looks young, the conclusion is obvious.

Emma: Am I... in the past?

Gilbert: It seems so. Welcome to Obsidian from the future?

(I can't believe it.)

Even though it was a preposterous story, Gilbert seemed to accept it.

Emma: Gil... Gilbert, do you believe me?

Gilbert: There are many unsolved mysteries in this world.

Gilbert: It's possible that people can travel through time, even if I don't know about it.

Gilbert: The situation forces me to think that way, so there's no reason to deny it, right?

Gilbert: Besides, I can tell when someone is lying. You're not lying.

(My head is still confused, but...)

(It might be a big deal to have Gilbert on my side in this situation.)

Gilbert: However, this is a bit of a problem.

Gilbert: You... might die?

(!?)

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