#the board is too small to have all the words out so im missing some very basic ones and it's frustrating

[unnonexistence]

messing around with magnet words again

[mimiiiiiiiiisstuff]

"BIRDS OF A FEATHER"

Yall I am literally sleep deprived and I'm 90 percent sure im gonna fail my math exam. I wrote this to try and calm down but I feel like it sucks. I literally spent like 3 hours on this so be nice pls. Lmk what you think and if you have any questions! Send in asks! Love yall! Thank you for supporting my trash writing LMAO.

Prologue:,Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4:

The moment you stepped off the plane, a strange sense of dread washed over you. Gotham City. The place you had spent years trying to fit in. Here you were again, bound by some invisible force to the very people you had spent your life chasing after. "The Batfamily". The same family who had neglected you for years. Who had hurt you emotionally, time and time again, making you feel small and invisible. Making you feel worthless. And yet, now, they all seemed desperate to make things right. To make up for replacing you with Traitor Tiffany. Tiffany who stole your life, who copied everything you said and did to a T.

Tiffany who they loved for that year before she was exposed.

You were going to ignore them. For the next two weeks, you would just do your best to make it through, keeping your distance and focusing on the countdown to when you'd be back at boarding school in New York. That was your escape, your sanctuary.

But as you entered the manor, the familiar echo of its grand hall made you feel a strange weight in your chest. The vast space, once cold and intimidating, now felt like it was closing in on you. The walls, the grand staircase, and even the ancient floors seemed to watch you.

You barely had time to drop your bags in the entryway before you were ambushed by them. All of them.

“Hey!” Dick’s voice was light and cheerful, far too cheerful considering everything. You didn’t even look up at him, not even when he wrapped you in a tight hug. You didn't bother hugging him back. You weren’t sure if it was because you were tired, or because you just didn’t feel like dealing with his overbearing presence, but you kept your focus on your phone, fingers tapping away as you scrolled through messages from Ariel, Claire, and Rory

“You’re coming back in 2 weeks right? imy alr” “NYC is lame as fuck w out u. come back now.” “Call me literally everyday. two weeks is wayyyyy too long”

They didn’t know about this—your insanely weird family of spandex wearing losers. They didn’t know about Tiffany, or the spy drama, or how everything had shifted when you were 15 or that you were technically half snake. All they knew was that you were just you, and they loved you for it. This summer was the highlight of your life.

And now, here you were, trapped with them for two weeks, trying to figure out how to survive without completely losing your mind.

“Hey, kid” Dick repeated, taking a step closer, his words coming out strangely awkward and nervous. Good, he should be nervous. “come on. Let’s grab breakfast, yeah? You can’t be all that hungry, but we are. It’s family time. You wouldn’t want to miss it.” He smiled at you like you were a little kid.

You felt your lip curl into a slight frown, but you kept your eyes on your phone. Since when did this whole family breakfast include you?All you wanted to do right now was sleep. “I’m good. Not hungry.”

Bruce appeared from the shadows, his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway before you saw his face. The expression on his face wasn’t the cold indifference you remembered. It was warm. Too warm. He tried to hug you, but you quickly dodged him like he had the cooties. He took it like a champ, brushed it off and acted like he was reaching for your Goyard.

“(Y/N),” he said quietly, like he was trying to be gentle. "We’re having breakfast together. You don’t want to miss out on the family time. It’s important that we all reconnect.”

You didn’t even look up at him. You could practically feel the weight of his words pressing down on you. Reconnect? How could they possibly want to “reconnect” after all the years of neglect? The years of pretending you didn’t exist?

“I’m just fine here,” you muttered, fingers still flying across the screen as you tried to walk up the stairs.

Bruce didn’t take the hint. “Come on. You should eat something. It’s good for you.”

You wanted to snap at him, tell him you were tired of being treated like a child. But you didn’t. You were too tired for all that. Instead, you sighed. "I said I’m fine. I ate on the plane.”

Jason’s voice cut through the tension, his ever-present smirk on his face as he sauntered into the room, tossing his jacket over his shoulder. "Damn, it’s already this bad?" He raised an eyebrow at Bruce, then smirked at you. “Come on, little bird, you’re too grown up for us now, huh? Don’t you want to at least pretend to like us? Have too much fun over in St. Tropez? Too cool to hang out with your big brother?”

You rolled your eyes at his antics, suddenly annoyed. "Actually, yeah. Ya'll are lowkey losers." You were harsher than necessary but you wanted to make sure Jason got the hint. Make it known you haven't really forgiven him.

They were all obviously taken aback by your new attitude and mean girl habits, all too shocked to say anything.

Tim followed behind Jason, his ever-curious eyes flicking from you to Bruce, then to Dick. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead just shrugged, settling into a lean against the wall.

“You don’t have to join us, but it’s not like you have a choice,” he added, his voice calm but firm, like he was waiting for you to push back. “We’re not letting you hide in your room forever.”

You scoffed, "So i don't have a choice. Bit of a contradiction there, smartass."

Your sure you heard Bruce mutter something about language but Tim simply side-eyed you and brushed it off, his confidence unwavering.

Cass entered next, moving quietly, as always. But her gaze, there was something in it. A kind of quiet insistence, like she wanted to make sure you didn’t slip away unnoticed. You’d always hated how silent she was, how intense her focus could be.

“Breakfast,” she said, her tone not quite a question, not quite a statement. It was just her way of saying we’re doing this, whether you want to or not.

You groaned, slumping a little as you looked up from your phone. “I’m literally only here for two weeks. I don’t need to sit with you guys at every meal. That's so lame.”

At that, Bruce stepped closer. His hand rested on your shoulder, a touch so gentle you barely felt it, but the weight of it was enough to make your heart skip. “You’re staying here for two weeks, and we’re all going to make the most of this time,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You’re part of this family. And that means we all spend time together. You don’t get to hide anymore.”

The room seemed to grow quieter, and you could feel the heat of everyone’s attention on you. They were all looking at you—waiting for you to say something, do something. It was unsettling. Unbearable.

You finally snapped, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “I just want to talk to my friends, okay?” You waved your phone at them. “We were actually having a conversation before all of you interrupted.”

A soft laugh escaped Damian's lips, but it wasn’t kind. “You’ve got better things to do than talk to those people. You have to make up for your misconduct from last time. And tell us what you did while in St. Tropez.” There he goes again, speaking like an 80 year old man.

You felt a sudden wave of unease as you glanced at him, then at Jason and Tim. They both seemed to be looking at your phone with a sharp intensity. What was that about?

You tried to ignore it. You had to. But the more you looked at your friends’ messages, the more you realized that even your phone couldn’t offer you peace here. Bruce was standing too close. Dick’s eyes wouldn’t leave you. Tim was still leaning against the wall, his gaze locked on you with that knowing, calculating look that made your stomach twist.

Jason finally broke the silence with a lazy, teasing grin. “Don’t be a brat. You don’t need to text anyone right now, you've been gone two months. You've got me now.”

You rolled your eyes again and you couldn't stop the words from slipping out, "Oh yeah jason? How long have i got you for? Till some shiny new sister comes in? Or will you expire before that? Do I get you for 2 weeks or 3 or-"

Jason's face fell, he obviously thought he was forgiven just because of your conversation the night before you left and because you replied to his messages occasionally.

Bruce stepped forward cutting you off, taking pity on jason, "Enough. I understand your frustration, but we are trying. Let us try before you shut us out." He said his tone stern, he was demanding a chance to redeem himself, not asking.

Before you could protest, Damian spoke up, his voice still a bit too soft for comfort. “You will stay here with us. You’ll see, it’ll be better for you.”

Punk. If he was a normal kid brother, you would've long made him stop talking to you like that.

You gritted your teeth, fangs coming out and stood up from the couch, locking your phone and stuffing it into your pocket. “Fine,” you muttered, “I’ll go to breakfast. But don’t expect me to start liking all this.”

Bruce smiled, just slightly. It was subtle, but there was something behind it. Something that made your skin crawl.

“Good,” he said, his voice almost too soothing. “We’re all here for you now.”

You walked toward the dining room with Bruce close behind you, his hand on your lower back as if ensuring you wouldn't runaway, a small, constant pressure that felt both grounding and suffocating. You wanted to shrug it off, but the thought of doing that in front of the others was too much. The others who were still watching, still waiting. You could almost feel their eyes on you like they were tracking your every movement, waiting for any sign of resistance.

As you passed through the grand entryway, you could hear Alfred’s familiar voice calling from the kitchen, his tone as warm and fatherly as ever. “Ah, there you are, Young Miss. I’ve made your favorite this morning. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and Pancakes” He turned to face you with a soft smile, but it faltered when he noticed the scowl on your face. “I hope you’re feeling well. It’s important that you eat something substantial, especially after a long flight.”

You nodded noncommittally, forcing a smile. “Thanks, Alfred. I’m not really hungry, though…”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll change your mind once you see it,” Alfred said with a knowing wink. “Come now, don’t make me chase you down for a seat.”

He motioned for you to sit at the table. Dick, already seated with a glass of juice, grinned at you like you were a little kid being coaxed into something.

“Come on, just sit,” he said, motioning to the empty chair next to him. “It’ll be fun. It’s family time, remember?”

You could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on you. It was suffocating. You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want to play along with their sudden act of being a family after years of neglect. But you knew if you didn’t sit, if you didn’t comply in some way, they would only dig in their heels harder.

You sat down, pulling your chair in with a slight sigh. You didn’t want to, but it felt like the lesser of two evils. Jason gave you a little smirk from across the table, while Tim and Damian were already deeply engaged in a quiet conversation, glancing at you occasionally as if waiting to see how you'd react.

He spoke again, voice bright, like he was trying to lift the mood. "So, … what’s new with you? I bet you’ve been busy, huh? Euro summer? Did you have fun?" He smiled at you, but there was something in his eyes, something that lingered a little too long, like he was waiting for a response he had already anticipated.

You felt like a child that stole cookies from the cookie jar, "Yeah pretty fun. Didn't do much though." You shrugged trying to sound casual.

Bruce sat at the head of the table, the others falling into place around you. His gaze lingered on you for a moment, almost searching, before he turned his attention to the food. He wasn’t pushing, not yet. But there was a quiet, insistent presence in the way he looked at you.

“You know, (Y/N), it’s not just about the food. It’s about spending time together,” Bruce said, the softness in his voice unusual, almost too gentle for someone like him. “This is important. It’s part of being a family. We’ve missed you.”

You didn’t respond immediately. You didn’t know what to say. It all felt so fake. The kindness, the attempts to bond—it was all wrapped up in a layer of suffocating control.

Dick spoke again, trying to make you crack, to bring out the oversharer in you he remembered, "Any plans? Got anything to do?"

You shrugged, offering him only a brief glance before focusing on your plate. "Nothing much. Just school stuff."

"School stuff?" Bruce’s voice cut through, the sternness returning as his eyes bore into you. "What do you mean by ‘school stuff’? You’re not getting into trouble, are you?"

Your eyes flicked to him, and for a moment, you could feel the weight of his gaze. It was almost protective, but you didn't want that anymore. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You were done with the overbearing dad act. You were 16 now—not a little girl who needed constant monitoring. You didn't need his attention, not anymore.

You picked up your fork and took a bite of the scrambled eggs, more out of habit than actual hunger. They were good, just like Alfred’s cooking always was. But the taste felt like nothing in your mouth.

“I was texting my friends,” you said quietly, breaking the silence, your eyes flicking to your phone where the notifications from your friends were still blowing up. “They wanted to check I got here okay. I—”

Bruce cut you off before you could say more. “We understand that, ” he said, his voice low but firm, like a quiet warning. “But right now, you’re with us. And this time, we don’t want you distracted by those friends. You were with them for 3 months. It's family time now.”

You blinked at him, feeling a little breathless at the sudden sharpness of his words. Was that... affection? It was subtle, but it was there, in the way he spoke. It made your chest tighten. There was never family time before, at least none that included you.

“Don’t be rude,” Dick interjected, his tone light but with an edge of something else. He was looking at you more seriously now, no longer the playful older brother. “You can text your friends later. But right now, you’re here with us. And you’re going to enjoy it.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but your phone buzzed again in your pocket, and this time, it was an unknown number. You pulled it out reluctantly, glancing at the screen. It was a guy from your European trip, the french prince, one you had been texting occasionally during the summer.

But before you could even open the message, Damian’s sharp eyes caught sight of the name, and his expression hardened just slightly. He straightened, his voice suddenly tight. “Who is that?”

You looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing. Nosy much? “None of your fucking business,” you snapped without thinking.

The room went quiet. Too quiet. Everyone’s eyes were on you now, and you could feel the heat of their gazes like a thousand little pricks against your skin.

“Don’t get upset, (Y/N),” Bruce’s voice was almost soothing, but there was a new intensity to it. “We just care about you. You don’t need to talk to them all the time. You’re not going to be alone anymore.”

It wasn’t just a promise,—it was an expectation. . You realized, with growing unease, that it was a practically a threat.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Again. The sound was a welcome distraction, but you knew exactly what it was: a flood of texts from Ariel, Claire, and Rory. You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you could sneak a glance without drawing too much attention. Should you risk it after what happened not even a minutes ago? But before you could decide, Bruce’s eyes locked onto yours.

“Let me see that,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. It wasn’t a request. “Who are you talking to?”

You froze for a split second, caught off guard by his intensity. The entire table fell silent, all eyes on you. You hadn’t realized how quiet they had gotten until now.

You hesitated before responding and quickly shoved your phone out of reach. “It’s just my friends from school, the ones I spent the summer with.”

Only after you explained did you realize that you didn't owe him an explanation.

Jason raised an eyebrow, his playful tone dropping just enough to sound dangerous. “Really? Because it looks like you’re texting someone from Europe, given the country code and all.”

Your heart skipped. You had been texting Ariel, and now your friends were practically spamming you in the group chat. "The girls!!" you named it that just to be petty after leaving the one with Barbra, Cass, and Steph. You didn't even think about how it might look to the family, who had all but cornered you into their web of attention. You didn’t want to admit it, but now you felt the pressure. How long would they keep this up?

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” you muttered, finally pulling your phone out and swiping away from the notifications, deciding to put it on Do Not Disturb around these psychos. You had a sudden, uncomfortable sense of guilt, like they were expecting you to explain yourself to them.

It was quiet and awkward for the rest of breakfast.

The morning after breakfast felt like an eternity. You had expected them to back off, to give you space after your little outburst, but no. The Batfamily had different plans. They were relentless. They didn’t just want to bond with you; they needed to bond with you. It was like a mission they had assigned themselves, as if they could somehow erase the years of neglect in just two weeks.

You knew better than to expect anything close to normal from them. But this was too much.

It started innocently enough, Bruce knocking on your room door, his usual stoic expression softening when he saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, surrounded by your belongings. You had been trying to shut out the noise of the manor, scrolling through your phone, ignoring the countless texts from your guys you met and the relentless buzz of Gotham in your head.

“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth, but there was a hint of something in it. Concern? Hope? You didn’t want to figure it out.

“Can we talk?”

You didn’t even look up, too busy focusing on the group chat from the girls. You weren’t ready to face him. Or anyone else. Especially not after breakfast. They all thought they had it figured out.

“You can talk to me while I’m on my phone,” you said flatly. “I’m busy.”

Bruce didn’t even flinch at your indifference. He took a step inside, shutting the door behind him as he sat on the edge of your bed. His presence felt heavy, like he was trying to make himself at home in a space that wasn’t his.

“You know, we’ve missed you, these two months felt like two years” he started softly, like that would somehow change the years of absence between you two. “I know this has been hard for you, but we’re trying. I’m trying. I’m just... trying to make up for lost time.” His hand hovered over the space next to you, but you didn’t budge.

“Stop trying so hard. You’re not going to fix anything, Bruce,” you muttered, your fingers tapping away on the screen.

“I don’t need to fix anything,” His voice was gentler now. “I just want to be here for you.”

Your eyes flicked over to him, and for a moment, you saw the guilt in his eyes. He was fighting against something, holding back. He was being real, honest. But you couldn’t let it get to you.

“I don’t need you to be here,” you said, your tone icy. “I’m not some little kid who needs you hovering over me, not anymore.”

He sighed, the disappointment in his voice sharp. "I know. I know, kid. But you are my daughter. And I’m not going to let you go through this alone. Not again. Especially with your..... abilities.”

The words felt like bullets, it hurt, the more he spoke the more you hurt. You just wanted him to go away.

The awkward silence that followed stretched on too long. Finally, Bruce stood up. His eyes lingered on you one last time before he opened the door. “Okay, but just know, I’m here when you’re ready to talk. I'll always be here.”

For the next two weeks, the family got more insistent on spending time with. The only thing that kept you going was that it would be over soon, or so you thought.

Damian was always the silent observer. The kid who knew how to push all your buttons without saying a word, the little brother who constantly attacked and ridiculed you.

One evening, he shows up at your door, a subtle shift in his body language telling you something’s up. His eyes soften, and you can tell he’s trying to break down the walls, bit by bit.

"Move over," he said, his voice devoid of its usual bite. Instead, it carried a strange urgency. He was holding a pillow, clutching onto it like a lifeline.

You narrowed your eyes, a growl rising in your throat. What the hell does he want now?

“No. What’s your problem?” You shot him a glare, rolling over on your bed, trying to make it clear you had no interest in him being there.

He didn’t move. He just stood there, waiting.

"Come on," he says flatly, crossing his arms, a rare hint of vulnerability in his tone. "It’s just for a little while. You used to bother me about this, don’t be so difficult now."

“Why are you always so insistent on being a brat? I've forgiven you for attacking me,” he muttered, stepping closer. “When we were younger, you always insisted on cuddling, begged for it even, always tried hugging me. You’ve grown up, yes, but that doesn’t mean things should change.”

When you refuse, Damian has none of it. He steps inside, closes the door behind him, and sits on your bed without asking. His demeanor is as sharp as ever, but his eyes flick to you constantly, waiting, hoping for some sign of compromise.

He walked toward the bed, pulling the blankets aside as if he was entitled to your space. You felt a flicker of that old resentment stir inside you, but the pressure of everything else, the family trying so hard to pretend everything was fine, Bruce’s repeated insistence on your bonding, the suffocating feeling that had followed you since you arrived, made you just want to give in.

You scoffed. “I grew up because you wouldn’t leave me alone when I was younger. You used to beat me up for trying to get close, remember? You literally threw me down a set of stairs. You never wanted to ‘bond’ then.”

He tilted his head slightly, his lips twisting into a brief frown. “Because you were insufferable.” His voice softened, a little, but still cold. “But I’m not the same as I was. Neither are you.

And then, without warning, he scoots closer, his shoulders stiff, as if awaiting your wrath. You almost let out a laugh; he still hasn't realized that maybe you don't want the cuddles anymore. But his face betrays something else: a quiet desperation. You could almost feel his need for connection, like he’s trying to make up for all those years.

He shifts awkwardly, a hand touching his hair, trying to mimic what you once did: the slight tap on his shoulder, the gentle nudge. But as he waits for you to break, you just stare at him, no words exchanged.

And that’s when he did something you didn’t expect: he laid down beside you, just like when you did to him when you were younger. He didn’t ask for permission, didn’t even seem to care that you clearly were about to strangle him.

You went still, your heart pounding as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into an uncomfortable cuddle. You wanted to push him off, but you couldn’t, not when he was being so vulnerable.

Instead, you just shut your eyes, and let the anger mix with the humiliation. You wouldn't admit it, but it felt nice.

Dick was the first to bombard you with affection every morning for two weeks straight. He’s like the human embodiment of sunshine, and you can’t help but feel the weight of his unrelenting kindness. He tries to coax you into breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinners... you name it. His tactic? Overload you with so much “family time” that eventually, you’ll give in.

He makes it a point to show you that he’s willing to work on your relationship. Every morning he’s there with a bright, goofy grin, telling you stories of his past adventures. He tries, in vain, to get you laughing with ridiculous anecdotes about the circus, Batman, and his early days in the Teen Titans. He stopped once you asked him for Connor's number and another topless picture if him.

At night, he tries to “reconnect” by suggesting game nights or silly activities like arts and crafts. “Come on, you loved painting when you were younger!” he’d say, pushing a small set of watercolor paints toward you, clearly hoping for a nostalgic response. But you’re not having it. You just roll your eyes and text your friends, but he stays close by, watching. He doesn’t pressure you, but you can feel his eyes lingering, waiting for the moment when you finally break.

But the moments are few, and even though you keep pushing him away, there’s a slight glimmer in his eyes every time he talks about when you’ll finally bond.

You avoided Duke like the plague, hiding everytime he came too close looking to hopeful. His betrayal was too fresh.

Jason tried to appeal to you in ways that are typical of him: snark, sarcasm, and outright bad-boy energy. He brings up old memories he knows you cherish, things that will make you cave. He walks around the manor like he owns the place, tossing out insults and lighthearted teasing every time you pass by. He’ll try to lure you into movie nights, always choosing the most ridiculously bad action movies, or challenge you to random things in the game room.

“Bet you can’t beat me in this game,” he’ll say, tossing a controller at you. “Come on, I’m the pro around here.”

It’s his way of bonding, of trying to “get you” in his own unique, unpredictable way. He also, strangely, gives you random moments of tenderness, moments that remind you of the old Jason, grabbing your shoulder when you least expect it, offering a smirk that’s soft when no one’s looking. But like everything else, it’s hard to believe this is real.

Your trust and abandonment issues ran too deep to believe any of them were genuine, though they all clearly were.

After a particularly annoying spat one day, where you ignored him all day, he jokingly announced, “If you didn’t have that attitude, maybe we could actually have a decent time. Just saying.”

In moments like that, you feel the thrum of tension in the air, the frustration of someone trying to connect with you and the knowledge that you're just too far gone to care right now. Now he felt how you did. Still, Jason's persisted and it’s obvious he won’t give up anytime soon.

Your entire existence had become one giant performance for them. The two weeks finally came to an end and so did your torture. You and the girls spent all night calling as you packed and they planned you a 'freedom celebration' that would start as soon as you got to Rory's house.

The two weeks really were torture, from the moment you woke up to the moment you went to sleep, it was like you were the star of a reality show you never agreed to. Every time you tried to slip away, to find some peace of mind, they were there, trying to draw you back in.

Alfred had begun preparing “family dinners,” encouraging you to join in at the table, asking you questions about your life like they hadn’t been absent for years.

Dick insisted on taking you out on family outings, making sure you were included in everything from movie nights to visits to the Gotham Zoo.

Cass would show up randomly in your room with little presents, a sketchbook, or a necklace. “For you,” she’d say with her quiet smile, a silent plea for you to forgive them.

Tim’s persistent attempts to engage you in every intellectual conversation, trying to get you to talk about everything and nothing at once, began to feel like a strange form of manipulation.

And Jason? Jason kept throwing out random quips, trying so hard to get a rise out of you, until the sarcasm wore thin and left a bitter taste in your mouth. It wasn’t funny anymore.

You couldn't wait to leave.

The morning of your flight, Bruce called you into his office, a serious expression on his face. “Good Morning,” he began, his voice a little too calm. “I need to talk to you about something.”

You stared at him, confused. “What?”

“You’re not going back to boarding school,” he said quietly, locking eyes with you. “It’s not safe. Tiffany escaped and is working with Patience again. They’ll come for you. They’ll come for all of us.”

Your blood ran cold. Tiffany. The girl who had stolen your life. The one who had tried to replace you. The one who had made everything about her and who had tricked the Batfamily into thinking she was you. Now she was ruining your escape.

“No. I’m not staying,” you spat. “I can’t be here. I won’t be here.”

“You have to stay here,” Bruce said, his voice firm, unwavering. “For your safety.”

“You can’t do this!” you screamed, jumping up from your seat, your fangs flashing as your emotions took over. “I don’t want to stay here! I want to go back! I’ll be fine in New York! You can’t keep me here!

But Bruce wasn’t backing down. His tone remained soft, even as the finality of his words sank in. “You’re staying in Gotham. And you’ll go to Gotham Prep. It’s safer.”

“No!” You felt the weight of your anger burst out of you. The room seemed to shrink. “I’m not going to Gotham Prep. I won’t stay here. I won’t live in this—prison!”

Tears welled in your eyes, hot and angry, and you could feel the pressure building inside you, the need to break free. But as your eyes met Bruce's, you realized—he was immune. He didn’t look scared of your fangs. He didn’t fear your powers, he didn't fall into your manipulation.

You later found out from Jason that Tim and Damian had been working on a serum, after what happened with Tiffany. A serum that made them immune to your powers.

There was no escaping now, not till you were 18 and Tiffany behind bars.

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[sinning-23]

Publicity Pt.3

SOOO WE GET SOME TENSION THIS CHAPTER AND Y/n and 2d get a lil FREAKAYYYYY

Warnings: this one gets a lil freaky guys, will they won’t they, dry humping, language, reader isn't confident, tw for low self esteem reader

Word count: a bunch lol

Enjoy~

Link to Publicity Introduction

Link to Publicity Pt.1

Link to Publicity Pt.2

Link to Publicity Pt.4!! UP NOW!

When the offer of help arrose form 2D's lips you were only a pinch hesitant. But hey, unpacking together couldn't be so bad! You're first to crack open the suitcase, a few items spilling out the side.

Whatttt? You can't help being a chronic overpacker.

The first to come out are your pants, shorts, and skirts. Next a couple shirts and tops. The dark-eyed male beside you hesitates to pop open the second suitcase but soon follows your lead, taking things out and pacing them on the bed before you.

Its quiet, only because you can hear Murdoc's voice in your cranium.

"Warming 'er up just to shag huh?"

God the thought of that....didn't really bother you in a bad way. If anything your mind had flooded with imaginary images of the lead singer covered over you, hazy lust-filled gaze drinking you up.

You hadn't forgotten how hot his face had been at the statement and he didn't deny it either, especially since you happened to be yelling at Murdoc.

You glance up at him, his face beet red again, but only because he'd managed to get the suitcase with panties in it.

Jussst perfect.

"AH- Sorry sorry we can switch! You gasp, tugging the soft, frilly, fabric pair away from his sight.

"'M sorry," He apologizes, shuffling to the opposite side here you had originally been.

"What for? You've made this a very comfortable and calming experience for me so, thank you." You hum with a gentle smile

"If anything I should be apologizing to you."

2D shakes his head in response, gently folding your shirts. He's not very good at it but it's the effort and thought counts.

Again with the fuckin silence.

You sigh, setting some clothes out for you to change into, a question popping into your head.

"Beach still on the table? I haven't been to Santa Monica in ages." You grin, leaning forward and catching his eye.

He smiles back, shoving his hands in his pockets.

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The sun is still high, warming the two of you as you walk through the crowded California streets. The two of you sport a nice shady pair of sunglasses to somewhat hide your faces and atop 2D's head, a hat to sort of cover that pretty blue hair.

Your heart warms, the feeling of home filling you with content. Its comfortable with 2D. He doesn't pry...or make you feel like an object (like Murdoc).

The conversation ebbs and flows as you walk the pier, the Ferris Wheel catching your eye.

"My dad-"

"My dad-"

You giggle, the both of you speaking at the same time. You gesture for him to speak but he's far more interested in what you have to say...a reoccurring theme.

"Uh, my dad used to take me here sometimes. He said that if I work too hard I'd forget to enjoy the small pleasures life had to offer," You explain, gazing up at the giant wheel, part of you wishing to board it for a spin.

"My dad owned a lil fair. I used to run those for 'im when I was younger. Never really did like the Ferris Wheel." He admits, gazing down at you, but you miss it, too busy staring at the ride you'd spent so many summers on.

"Not a fan of funfairs?" You question, seeing him shrug.

"Eh, growin' up around 'em sort of made the spledor of it all less excitin': He admits, still watching you.

"I get it. It's like, I don't know, having too much of something and then not enjoying it as much cause you have it all the time?" You compare, stopping to lean against the wooden pillars to overlook the ocean.

The sun was setting fast. How long had you two been here just yapping away? He does the same, the space between you not nearly as big as you thought it'd be. Again, he look just as pretty as he did in the car when you were driving fro the airport.

"2D-"

"Stuart. You can call me Stu, love." He corrects, your lip tucking between your teeth as you swallow and nod, testing the name, letting it roll off your tongue.

Fuck this was awfully intimate-

"Thanks for this... And offering to practice in the studio later. It means more than you'll ever know." You hum, taking his hand in yours with gratitude.

His face flushes as he nods, the sunset illuminated your faces in a warm orange as the wave crash against the pier. You're hands are still intertwined, his being colder than yours surprisingly. They fit so perfectly together and you cant help how your hear flutters.

"When you came to my room the other night," He begins, your chest squeezing again, brain short circuiting with the image of him shirtless and leaning against the doorway.

"Y-yeah?" You huff, slowly letting his hand go, his grip only tightening, eyes laser focused on you.

"What did you need?" He questions, the waves crashing down again, the sunset light soon replaced with that of the Ferris Wheel illuminated with a soft pink.

Thinking back on it, you didn't REALLY need pajamas. You could've just made due with the robe and left him alone....but you didn't. You sought him out in hopes he'd be awake despite the awkward altercation prior.

You wanted to see him..hear him...even if it was for something as simple as to borrow a shirt.

But that was inappropriate, that feeling in your stomach. This was supposed to be a quick trip for you collab. Get it over with and go back to being a fuckin loser in your far too expensive flat in New York.

You were fine disappearing for years...not like anyone really cared about the music anyway. You kept yourself close and that's it. The need for anyone else was overruled by a sense of impending doom and self sufficient independence.

Any hookup was simply there for the title of 'Sleeping with a celebrity'. But this....whatever you were feeling for him, that little twist in your gut....

What did you need?

"You..." You begin, forcing the rest of the sentence out even though you wanted nothing more than to leave it as that.

"You were the only one awake., haha. I uh, I was gonna ask for pajamas." You slide your hand away from his, immediately missing the shared warmth.

He falters, lips pressed into a thin line. You'd be better off leaving it at that.

"A-Ah okay. Well, now you have your luggage and uh...thats all solved."

A silence falls over the conversation, the waves much quieter now.

"'S late, we should head back." He states, leading the way through the crowd.

Damn it

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The car ride home was awkward enough, and when you arrived at the house he opened your door and then the front one before completely disappearing upstairs. You curse yourself, knowing that deep down it was your fault if he felt a way. Had you lead him on? No no no...well?

You sigh, plopping onto the couch.

"Whoa, you okay? You guys disappeared for a while we were starting to get worried." Russel starts, sitting beside you as you take a breath and let you head roll against the couch cushion.

"Yeah yeah fine I just..." If you didn't get these feelings out or at least tell someone yo were gonna explode.

"Russel can I tell you something? And I need some honest advice." You begin, turning to face the white eyes male.

He shrugs, giving you full attention.

Damn saying it out loud was a lot harder than beginning to accept the feeling yourself. Saying it out loud was like ACTUALLY admitting and accepting it for all that it was.

"I-I think...fuck I think I'm catching feelings for Stu." You sigh, dragging your hands down your face.

Russel’s eyes widen.

"I haven't even been here for a day and I'm attached! It's so stupid like i just want...i want....him. Its so unprofessional and i cant tell him because, well what if its awkward after?!" You're rambling on and on, eyes watering as you try to explain yourself.

He sits and listens, only nodding in between sentences. When you finish, he waits a moment, glancing up at the stairway then to you.

"Time waits for no one, if you feeling like D should know, and you're ready to accept his feelings, unrequited or not, do it." You pause, standing from the couch with a nod.

This whole thing was stupid. You shuffle to your room, picking out your pajamas before heading to the bathroom down the hall from you room. All you can do is think, peeling your clothes away as the pier interaction plays out in your head.

He looked like he was waiting for something...for you to say the one thing he needed and you didn't. The way his eyes softened and glossed when the word "You"left your lips.

The hot water runs down your shoulders and back, the steam digging the mirror as you sigh in relief. God you needed this after the fiasco that was today and yesterday. Soap suds cover the washcloth and the hold water releases your tension

“Warmin’ her up jus’ to shag huh?”

The thought shoots straight to your core.

Fuck. Ok calm down.

This was just a simple moment of weakness. Thinking about him with his teeth in your neck was NOT healthy.

….

Or thinking about his hands would feel gripping your waist, pulling you against him. To feel him.

Would he call you ‘love’ like how he did before? Or ‘miss’ like he was awaiting your touch, pleading for it. Would he hold your thighs, kissing his way up, obsidian orbs gazing upwards.

“Y/n”

You can hear it clear as day. Pleading and warm, seeping with desire.

“Y/n…”

The tap at the door shocks you out of your stupor.

“U-Uh yeah! Sorry almost done!” You swallow, hearing Stu on the other side.

“Right! Sorry love, uh…if you’d like we can work on some vocals together. Jus’ come up t’ my room. Murdoc don’t like the studio being used late…unless it’s him of course.” He scoffs at the end your heart dropping to your stomach.

H-His room?! At night?! Shit maybe Murdoc was right??? How could you refuse an offer like that, working on one of your favorite things while being with someone you’d grown to like.

“Totally! Thanks! I’ll be out soon.” You call out, panicking as you thoroughly scrub every crease and crevice, suddenly feeling the need to shave.

You lotion your body, silky soft as you toss your flesh pajamas on. With lyric book in hand you trek up the stairs, 2D’s door glowing like a beakon of hope, drawing you in. Taking a deep breath, you use you knuckle to tap against the door.

Deja vu much?

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Hours go by when you're doing something you love. And right now you're sitting, scribbling lyrics and verses into your sketchbook while 2D does the same, sometimes letting his written words roll off his tongue so melodically.

You don't trust your voice though, only humming to yourself or talking in your head. There's music in the background, songs that stemmed from your conversation at the beginning.

"We need something cunty." You explain, pacing back and forth as 2D raises a brow.

"Pardon?" He yelps, your statement coming out more agressive and and with further explanation.

"No, no listen! The girls want sexy dancing slow jam party music? We gotta try and have the perfect balance of all of that. Think uhhh early 2000's-ish? I don't know Nelly Furtado? Nine Inch Nails?"

His face is blooming with red as he nods with furrowed brow.

SO, here you were, with the sounds of Brittney Spears, Rihanna, and Pussycat Dolls filling the owls room as you worked.

"Ok ok here's a lil something I got so far! Think this would sound good with some drums like uhhh damn it." You snap your fingers, trying to remember.

"Paper soldier! Ever heard paper soldier?" You gasp, finding the perfect example of the sound you wanted.

Pressing play you guage his reaction as you. He's focuses, listening to everything the sign has to offer.

"You get the idea right? Its like, slow but kinda hot sounding? I don't know." You sigh, rubbing your temples.

"No No i get it! We want something like that for the collab righ'? This is more your caliber though, " He admits, running a hand through his hair, his shirt lifting a bit when he did.

"Oh here's another one!" You think, switching the song and keeping eye contact with him once it starts.

However, you immediately look away when the first verse hits.

I wanna fuck you slow with the light on

"OKAYYY lets just skip this part haha! What I wanted you to hear was uh... the uh..." You fumbling with he phone now, his pitch black orbs trained on you, face flush as your chest rise and falls at a quickened pace.

You said you're going through a phase, keeping your heart safe

Your bodies are closer now, your once criss crossed postilion on his bed changing to where you're seated on your knees, his legs on either side of you. Your palm presses against the mattress as he leans forward, one slow an testy hand crawling its way up the small of your back.

I can't lose you babe, I can't lose you babe

"This is the part I was talking about...the...the instrumental." You're breathless, your faces somehow closer than you remembered.

Your heart races as your lips chase his, mouths finally working in unison. He's got you by the base of your neck, your body crawling forward as your combined tangle of limbs finally fold into a comfortable position with you straddling his waist, one of his hands on your hip as he pulls you forward.

A gasp pulls from your throat and that's where he moves his attention too. Hot, searing kisses trail down your neck.

"Is this okay? Am I makin' you feel good love?" He asks, your mind so fogged up all you can do it nod and cling to his shirt with every slight upward roll of his hips.

It's almost too much, the fabric keeping you from feeling him completely. But damn it if you can't feel that fuckin monster in his sweatpants.

He rolls up again, your forehead falling onto his shoulder.

"D, please. I...fuck." You huff, grinding down onto him again as he whines in your ear.

It’s much deeper than you had previously imagined, a pleasant surprise really. Still attached to your neck, you can feel him suction onto you, his fingers sliding up your shirt to cup your chest.

He’s definitely not inexperienced that’s for sure, because he’s got his hands and thumbs moving in nice little circles, giving each of your boobs an equal about of attention. Sure enough the shirt lifts and he grinds up into you again, his lips capturing the sounds that leave your own.

“That’s it, look at how pretty you are love?” He smiles, turning your head so you can look at the thin mirror planted against his wall. You get the perfect view of yourself and the hickeys forming over your skin.

Though,

The longer you stare…the worse you feel. The image of your body in the mirror making you cringe. The curves and crevices. The blemished and birthmarks. You swallow hard, tearing your gaze away.

You came here to write a song and now you were fucking it up again. He probably thinks youre trying to use him for sex....was he doint the same???

With a heavy sigh you squeeze your eyes shut and guide his wrists away.

“I-I’m sorry. You invited me here to help me practice and write and I’m not… we shouldn’t.” You swallow, seeing his face falter.

Damn it breaks your heart

Had he done something wrong? Were you regretting what had happened so far. You’re already gathering your things faster than he can stop you and ask what was wrong.

You did this earlier too.

Was he pursuing something unattainable? Was he not being forewarned enough? No that’s not it, inviting someone to your room this late at night was definitely forward.

“S’alrigh’, I understand.” He hums. Shifting a bit so you’re bodies are no longer intertwined.

There you are, disheveled and trying to carry to much at once. He hesitated to touch you at first but then lifts the spaghetti strap of your take top right over your shoulder, taking caution to not touch your skin.

“Thank you. I hope we can come up with something by tomorrow. Goodnight.” You state, eyes hazy with tears as you avoid his gaze.

He only nods, opening his door for you. There’s a hesitant and awkward air as you shuffle out. There trek down the stairs is far from comfortable as your fight the urge to look back at him.

You know he’s standing in the doorway, probably fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Upon entering your room and resting your head against the pillow, sleep doesn’t come easy.

It takes longer this time but you can faintly hear 2D's door close.

A/N: Ouhhhh a little angsty this partttt. I'm glad you guys are enjoying and next chapterrr lets see what happens when rehearsals take a turn for the final time. Murdoc ain't too happy ab you and the lead singer, despite there...not being anything happening ahahahah right?!

[prettygirl-gabi]

Round two

Rating: Mature

Warning: oral (f reseving) drunk but not so drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampies, smutty- fluff (at the end), breeding, hair pulling,LET ME KNOW WHAT IVE MISSED!!

Category:F/M

Fandom: ATEEZ (boyband)

Relationships: !Idol-boyfriend Mingi x black intended!f non-idol reader

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you grab his hand before he can board the plane “ promise me you won’t forget about us” he squeezes your hand “of course i won’t forget, how could you even say something like that” you look up at him “i’ll be 7,000 miles away” he gives you a kiss on the hand “and 7,000 miles doesn’t mean a damn thing when you have love like ours." This was said when the two of tou first met, but now you have a shared home.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

“what are you thinking about” mingi is resting his head on your stomach looking up at you, you smile at him “nothing, just thinking about us”.

he sits up to give you a kiss “i love you so much baby” you give him a kiss back “and i love you t-“ you're interrupted by his phone ringing.

he gives you an apologetic smile “just one minute baby i’ll be right back” you playfully frown “we said no phones this weekend, just because you’re an idol doesn’t me you can break our rules”.

he gives you a tap on the thigh “and just because you’re my baby doesn’t mean you can be bossy, we both know i’m the boss hmm?”

you roll my eyes then mock him “yeah, We BoTh KNow iM tHe BoSS” he gives you a pointed look “i’m just kidding”.

he smirks “yeah and i’m just gonna edge you for the rest of the night” you sit back against the headboard with a frown “that’s not funny” he looks at his phone “i wasn’t joking baby please continue if you wanna find out, i’ll be back”.

before you can get another word out he steps out the room, you pull your phone out and scroll through tiktok.

about 10 minutes later he comes back into the room “oh don’t worry baby it’ll just be one minute, one minute my ass mingi” he sighs “i’m sorry baby, i was speaking with management about the music bank…they’re moving our time up”.

before you can say anything else “don’t look at me like that we’re still gonna have our week together, i promise” he pulls me into a kiss.

you give him a small smile “ok, well since i have you back what do you want to do”.

he plops down on the bed with a sigh “i would LOVE to have my head buried between your thighs but i’ll settle for netflix if i have to”.

“ugh, i don’t wanna watch netflix they barely have any good shows or movies” he snaps his fingers “how about we play twister” you giggle thinking that he’s joking “wait, you’re being serious” he nods his head.

“you get the game set and i’ll get the snacks” you squeal and jump out the bed to get the game set from the linen closet. by the time you get to the living room mingi’s setting out the drinks and food “baaabe” he smiles at me “what?" "Can we make twister romantic too”. "Yeah, sure but looser does what winner wants for two weeks."

You gasp, "but that's not fair you got tour in like a week". Mingi booped your nose "it's all good, just remember I'm the boss." You poke your lip out for a second before getting serious again "Seriously Gi, fine I guess that's fine."

After turning on your shared Spotify Playlist and getting into even more "comfortable" clothes. "Wow, baby can I just eat you up instead" Mingi winked as he pulled you close by your hips. "Hmm, nope you can prepare yourself for this ass whoopin'." You felt a sting to your ass when you walk to your side of the mat. "Yeah nah."

As the evening pass you both decide to turn up the heat by making a few rounds of the game strip twister, by the time the 6th bottle of  soju was a quarter from being empty the room was full of giggles you both only in boxers and a pair of lace panties that some how matched. "Mimi I'm gonna kick your ass." You say just before your bum takes a hit to the floor due to Mingi using his free hand to tickle the back of your thigh with.

"Ha I won, because I'm.. I'm the boss." You fold your arms and pout as you stay on your back "No more like you cheated." Mingi just shook his head and laid his body on yours with his head on your lower abdomen region. "Mmm sure but you still fell off the mat baby, so I win and now I must do as I please with you."

You may have been drunk but you knew, you had known since the third round with you had to slip your bra off and you noticed Mingi's cock getting hard in his pants, but that did do justice to how wet your panties were since you witnessed his take his sweatpants off with one hand to keep his balance.

He turned his head from the side and proped himself on his hands and knees gently locking his fingers with the sides of your panties, only to pull them and let go. "Hey, don't rip these like the last pair." You call out to him as he took the time to lower his head just in front of your clothed pussy and blowing cold air to the wet spot. "Mmm fuck baby so wet just like me." He kissed the spot for taking his tongue and licking you through your panties. You let out a needy moan "i need you Mingi," you mumbled through the moan.

He let out the most cockiest smirk and use his teeth to pull your panties off of course with the help of your raising your hips. He came up with your hands hands on his face as he buried his head in the crook of your neck leaving wet kissed and hickies all over your skin. "Shh, I know baby," he mumbled into your skin.

You let out more moans as your raise you now fully free pussy onto Mingi's fully hard cock. "Mmm baby, please, can't wait." You mumbled one more time."

You let out a loud gasp and Mingi decided to return back to your pussy and eat you like tou were his last meal. His tongue some how always found new places inside of you to explore. You gripped his freshly dyed and cut oreo styled hair as he rubbed his nose deeper into your clit. "Mmm baby..baby m'gonna cum on you tongue." You mewl out in an euphoric moan. Mingi hummed into your pussy as he pushed his tongue deeper deciding lst minute to use his fingers causing you to arch your back as you released in his mouth and leaving him to lap all of your juices hungrily.

Mingi let out a fit of moans and groans as he came up to kiss you letting you take your self from his tongue. He kissed one last time before using one of his hands to steady cock into you with his head resting now in the crook of your neck. Once he was fully buried deep inside of your pussy he came up your face and kissed you messily and yet gently. You let out a few small whines leaves from the back of throat. "Fuck baby, Mingi m'so full. You're making me feel so full." You whine out more as you tangle your fingers inthe nap of his neck where the ends of his oreo hair cut stops.

"Yeah baby and you're taking my cock so well, m'gonna miss this when I go on tour. Gonna miss how good I make you feel around my cock." He said in between grunts as he starts to rock his hips faster into your pussy. "Mmm baby wanna ride you, please...please let me." You asked as you bit your lip whole clenching around Mingi's cock.

With all his strength he flipped the both of you over you now on top and him still buried deep inside you.  With the now torn twister paper under him. You let out a gasp feeling his cock go even deeper than before. "Oh..mmm ride me good baby, c'mon I know you can." Mingi says and he thrusts his hips into yours. You rock your hips and a fast and steady pace feeling your clit hit the hair on his happy trail. "Mmm s'big Ming, s'good.... you makin me feel so good." With this reassurance Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist pulling forward into his chest and taking one of his hands and tangling his fingers into your fresh but not so fresh box braids and gently tugging causing you to let out a long moan.

"Mmm such a good slut taking my cock the way that just drives us both crazy, but I need you to cum for me as hard as you can on my cock baby; then make me cum, yeah." He said as he pistol his hips into you more faster hitting your g-spot every single thrusts. "Oh..oh fuck Mingi..Mingi m'gonna cum for you.. mmm gonna let you fill me with your babies." You say as you clench around his cock each time your hips meet.

He hold you as close as the two of you can get while being so close to your orgasm. "Yeah gonna make you a momma, and keeping fucking you till we can't make anymore, now cum with me baby..cum for me my love. Give me another one yeah" Mingi said as you shook with pleasure as you both rode out your highs with Mingi's cum still shooting into you. "Oh, baby-" "shhh, baby just relax for me" Mingi cut you off as he staying in you. You shiver from pleasure and being slightly cold. "Think you can stand long enough for me to get off the floor so we can take a bath." You nod your head as he helped you stand only for him to pick you up bridal style.

"I'm serious about making you a momma, Y/n, and making you Mrs. Song Y/n. So what I want as my prize is to fuck you til the day I leave for tour, and foe you to take as many test while I'm gone." He whispered in your ear befor kissed the side of you head. All you could do was blush. "Deal, baby I'll take it." You kissed his jaw and leaned to his ear. "Round two right here, right now."

[yawn-junn]

★Unlikely Couple - Sohee★

★Special thanks to: @/drippymap

★Note: writing  this in advanced so don't be confused by the date lmfao also thank you for requesting I hope you enjoy I was waiting for someone to request for him-

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★Words: 795

★TW: I might refer to reader as a girl : cliché love story : cringe : like 1(one) curse word :

8-20/27-23

©Yawnzzznnn don't steal or copy my work

Unlikely couple is what everyone calls you and Sohee rightfully so. You two had met when you were the new kid in school, no friends since you had just moved to Korea everyone kinda ignored you having there own clicks, everyone except one(1) person and that person being Lee Sohee.

He saw you sitting at your desk playing with whatever eraser dust that was sitting there all alone, he walked up to you and introduced himself encouraging you to do the same, all throughout the week he'd come up and try to incage in a conversation with you, even tho you don't say much

"good morning y/n!" He said as he skipped over to your desk "why do you have so much energy at 6 in the morning" you mumbled causing Sohee to tilt his head to the side A small pout rested on his lips "because someone has to put a good mood in the classroom before hell starts" he said a smile growing back on his face you nodded your head slightly to tired to respond properly "are you sleepy? Did you go to bed late again" he asked crouching so he came face to face with you

"Yeah I did" you said quietly burying your head in your arms you heard Sohee let out a small groan before he grabbed your arms and lifted you off the desk causing you to look up at him with wide eyes "your gonna hurt your back sleeping like that" he said before taking your seat and putting you on his lap "Sohee were in school we can't do this" you whisper yelled trying to get up

"I don't care the teacher isn't here so it's fine now take your nap" he said guiding your head in the crook of his neck, you sighed in defeat knowing he isn't going to give up that easy so instead of arguing you opted for taking a nap. Sohee rubbed your back and slightly swayed you while humming a random song he heard on the way to school an hour or so later the teacher came in "Yn" Sohee shook you "wake up the teachers here" he said in your ear

You whined and snuggled closer to him "Lee Sohee" the teacher called out "may I ask what you and l/n y/n are doing?" The teacher said in a stern tone "oh she was tired so I let her take a nap Im trying to wake her up" he said as he patted your back the teacher nodded "hurry up we don't have all day" the teacher said before turning to face to board

Sohee sighed before shaking you again "Yn" he said again, he sat back before a thought came to mind "Mr." Sohee called out the teacher turned around "may I take Yn to the nurses she didn't sleep last night" he explained hoping to sway the teacher. The teacher sighed before speaking "fine but next time make sure they sleep" the teacher said after the confirmation Sohee stood up holding you from under your thighs and carried you to the nurses

Once he got there he explained what the situation was luckily she accepted and let Sohee put you on the bed, hesitantly Sohee left back to class the nurse assured to watch after you. You woke up around an hour later "good morning Mr/Ms. L/n" the nurse said, she let you wake up fully before you left the nurses the bell rang signaling your next class

"Sohee!" You semi yelled out seeing him Infront of the classroom "what are you doing" you asked once you got face to face with him "well I was waiting for you I wasn't sure when you'd wake up so I decided to stand Infront of the door before every class" he explained kicking some of the dirt from the floor, your cheeks flushed as your heart rate picked up "oh-" was all you said

"Come on, before we miss class" he said grabbing your hand and leading you in. The rest of the day was boring and pretty Usual Sohee speaking up in class when you got too nervous and you napping on your desk during the last class and when you got home Sohee ordered food for the two of you before y'all spent the rest of the day watching movies.

[verynastyspoon]

Scout x Fem!reader pt.1

Summary: You meet a nice guy at the bar, lets see how far things go

Word count: 729

Warnings:This is my first scout fic! Sfw for now later will have smut.(scout has W rizz)

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You wanted to stay home after a long day of work, work is tough and anytime you get off you wanna spend sleeping. You work at Squeaky Clean! which is a house cleaning service. When you’re not getting yelled at by your boss for god knows what, the old man you clean for is always too touchy. He is always coming up behind you and rubbing the small of your back and just over all being creepy. There’s nothing you can even do about it since he’s your highest paying customer. So you wanna stay home and hate your life like you’ve done everyday for the past year. But then your friend came over.

You’ve been complaining about being single for the longest time and she’s sick of it so she wants you to go to the bar to at least talk to some men. You tell her over and over again that you don’t wanna go but she eventually talks you into it.

You two get to the bar, sit down and get (drink of your choice) and she gets a margarita. The bar was dimly lit, with a few pool tables and a dart board. You sit at a booth for a while, listening to your friend ramble on and on about her boyfriend, only half listening until you see some guy standing a few feet over. He’s about 6 foot, brown hair peeking out of his black hat, and god he’s hot. He’s standing by the bar table drinking some scotch. You stare at him in awe for a while till your friend notices.

“I see you staring at him, go talk to him!”

“I uh-“ she pushes you over to him. You stand there for a few moments, trying to muster up the courage to say something. You take a deep breath and finally tap on his shoulder.

“Huh,” at first he was kinda annoyed not wanting to be bothered, but then he sees a beautiful young lady and immediately tries to act cool “oh hey.” He leans over trying to rest on a pillar but completely misses, but catches himself last second. You try not to laugh but can’t help yourself.

He’s embarrassed, blushing slightly but tries to play it off “So, uh.. what’s a pretty lady like you doing here?”

“My friend dragged me here.” You pointed over your shoulder at her. She’s sitting, already pretty drunk and is talking to some boys

“Yeah, I get it. I’m just here because we won our match. I’m trying to have a good night but these bozos over here are kinda ruining it” he points over his shoulder to a group of men laughing and fighting, causing a scene over something stupid. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” You smile and he smiles right back.

“Cool, im Scout.” He puts a hand out and you shake it.

“That’s an odd name..”

“Well that’s just what my friends call me, my real name ‘s Jeremy”

“Okay, Scout.”

You guys talk for a while and he actually have a lot in common, but then he starts throwing out cheesy pick up lines.

“Is your name Wifi? Because I’m feeling a connection!”

You burst into laughter “Oh my god I love cheesy pick up lines!”

“That’s great I have so many more!” He smiles brightly, showing his big teeth “Kids must have hated playing hide-n-seek with you when you were little…because girls like you are hard to find!”

“Pffff, ok-okay I have one. Uhm, do you drink Pepsi? Because you’re soda-licious!”

Now you’re both laughing.

“Y/n you’re hilarious!” he says between breaths.

“Thanks you’re not too bad yourself.” You both finally calm down and smile at each other. Starting into each others eyes..

“Hey y/n let’s go!” your friend yells, ruining the moment

You sigh “Sorry I gotta go.”

“Wait! I got one more line, I lost my phone number can I have yours?” he extends his phone out

You giggle and put your number in “Bye, call me!” you say as you walk out.

“I will.” he puts the phone to his chest and smiles.

[gowonders]

spell it out. ♥ c.sb

notes: HEYYY YALL .. funny seeing you.. erm!!! i know i said i was gonna quit and that writing was inconvenient as hell?? that was a lie.. girl that shit pulled me back like a MAGNET. so ohhh nooo the bitch is back😱😱 anyways this is for @nightlyawnzz event :3 gotta at least do that, hope you all enjoy this !! it’s really short.. but i do hope you’ll enjoy regardless??

warnings: not proofread, english isn’t my first language, fem reader, food is mentioned through pretty much all of this.., soobin is said to be taller than reader, AND soobin in cringy as hell with his flirting im so so sorry, reader is kinda ditzy.. lmk if i missed any ~

“choi soobin i swear to god if you throw that at me, i am going to scream so loud.” you say quietly, backing away from the taller boy with a big spoon of flour in his grasp, a dumb grin on his face. “whaaaat?” he asks, taunting you by pretending to start an attack of flour… but he never fully commits.

“besides, this flour is too expensive, and you’re.. uhhhh…” soobin stalls, eyes darting all over you. he couldn’t really commit to flirting, either.

the thing is, he invited you over for two reasons. fo make cookies, (yay!) and to at least try and flirt with you enough to have you thinking. but so far? he was actually cringing on the inside at the thought of.. well.. being more intimate than usual.

“soobinnnn?” you call out in a singsong tone, waving your hands infront of his face. he snaps out of his trance, and he nods coyly with a smile. “u-uh, what i meant to say was, the flour is too expensive and you’re too scared to get messy.” he didn’t want to say that. he wanted to say that you’re to pretty to get all ruined by some flour, but as soon as the words leave his mouth, his cheeks glow red. what if you thought there was some.. secret meaning behind that whole thing???

but you didn’t. you just let out a quiet “oooooohhhhhhh.” and go back to preparing the dough, just mixing the dough with a spatula a little more before a small chuckle leaves you. “can i get a baking sheet, soobin?” you ask, tilting your head to look at the boy. “uhhhh, yeah!” he says, hand moving to the small of your back, guiding you to the cabinet he keeps them in— which goes unnoticed by you. of course.

“that one right there, ynie.” he says, moving back to the counter he was leaning on, almost analyzing the way you grab the tray, and roll balls of dough to put onto it. maybe it was just so he could think. about anything. because he really didn’t know what to do. you seemed so.. oblivious! not even seemed, hell, you were!

he had no idea how to approach flirting as is, so when youre literally repellent to his advances.. it definitely makes the whole thing a little harder. more like alot harder.

“hey, the cookies are done, and i made the icing.. do you wanna decorate them..?” soobin asks from the kitchen, looking almost defeated. but a small smile is brought to his face when you jump from his couch to walk to the kitchen. you were so.. cute. but he just found that so hard to say.

he hands you a few little bowls of icing and puts some sprinkles near you and sighs out. rolling his eyes. he can’t really focus , and the night definitely wasn’t going as planned. you weren’t picking up on any of his hints, and all of his hints just.. were not enough. there was really only one last way to do this. being the most obvious, bold and out there guy he can be. because his flirting game is straight ass.

soobin nods his head in your direction, smiling at the cookie you had been working on. “that’s cute.” he mutters out, spreading icing onto his own cookie. what he was about to say was going to kill him mentally.. but it was the only way he could think of to try and get you on board with the flirting thing he’s been trying all night.

“that cookies cute, just like you..” he says under his breath, putting some sprinkles on the iced cookie. “hm? what was that?” you ask, putting your treat down as you look at your friend.

oh. he really couldn’t take it anymore. he had taken multiple swipes that were somewhat hidden, and he was fed up with trying to get you to understand his sly advances. it was now or never.

“yn. i’m being so for real when i say this, you’re like the prettiest girl i know, and i know i don’t ever say it but that’s because i can’t? and every time i do try and hint how much i like you, you’re too oblivious to see anything! and it’s so hard to call you what you are, when you make me so flustered all the time, okay?! i- i think.. no! i like you!” soobin spits, rocking on his feet as he rambles.

“oh!” is all you have to say for a second. he was right. you really had no idea he had been hitting on you for a bit, you just thought he was being extra nice.

“so.. you’re saying you wanna be with me? like. couple?” you ask, taking a bite of your cookie. “yes, yn! do i need to spell it out for you?!” soobin asks in a raised tone, crossing his arms.

“yeah you do. i’m stupid.” you mumble. “not stupid enough to reject my crush though.” you say with nonchalance, holding out the cookie you just took a bite of. “you want some? it tastes good!” like nothing even happened.

“uhhhh.. w-what about something more than cookies?? like a kiss?” soobin says as a last attempt at flirting.

at least he won you over.

[quietbluejay]

Angel Exterminatus Take 2 #12

a shaking hand emerges from the grave...to post.

this time: not much really happens I guess, Kroeger kills people for not being able to defy the laws of reality, Perturabo dramatically rides on top of a tank, and Lucius bathwater gets mentioned

Fulgrim is also completely healed it's been 10 days, btw so, it's a crone world fulgrim and perturabo argue a bit over whether or not the iron HANDS are still hanging around, fulgrim is fairly dismissive

it's a song of lament and also warning Fulgrim is reminded of Murder so looks like for once SOMEONE (Eidolon) actually did his job and told him all the details

Perturabo: how is it not being dragged in??? how are we not being dragged in vohra: well you see, they say lileath blessed the world- perturabo: that's not an answer also, interestingly enough, the planet is a perfect sphere which is impossible for a normal planet

so that's where they're going to break in also Perturabo's been able to tell that Vohra's been lying to them the whole conversation about a bunch of things, but he doesn't call him on it

something is wrong with perturabo so i should probably cut him some slack due to the brain fog but also lol

Fulgrim doesn't want what's underneath to be damaged Perturabo: lol don't worry

so they bombard, and then they make landfall

forrix doesn't like the ultramarines huh also imagine my sadness when i found out that popinjays actually referred to parrots and not bluejays

Forrix yells at his subordinates because they're going so slowly

mcneill's a big fan of this kind of imagery when it comes to chaos, huh

forrix isn't a fan also he feels like he's being watched he takes a look at the dead city they're going to invade

over to Falk and THE SKULL is still following him everywhere Falk: im not seeing this the voice in his head: lmao denial, how original everywhere he looks, THE SKULL is there

TemplarWarden: The rock will not stand? What are they, dwarves? Were the Iron Warriors the space dwarves all along and we just missed it?

Kroeger is also not having a good time

it's time to go yell at the Mechanicum or well

by yell i mean "kill"

channeling pulp fiction there

the poor techpriest tells him that the problem is physics is wonky Kroeger shoots him in the head

TemplarWarden: Truly the way to solve problems, by not solving and pretending they don't exist by getting rid of the people solving them. Kroeger is a politician. Bluejay: how dare you insult my son in this way

yeah they did all this to break into an abandoned city well i'd be eating my words if it was actually surprise necrons so you know what, fair enough

perturabo and mortarion both, huh (re theatrics)

perturabo's pretty heavy, huh im joking, all the iron circle are also on board too and lots of guns

the EC are also here, Perturabo thinks derogatorily also the bagpipers (the adjective skirling was used again) yeah. the place is empty

pixelated hair im sorry my first thought is nyan cat fulgrim

"why must you spoil this moment" because it's what perturabo does it's who he is as a person fulgrim: yeah i did think it was probably empty perturabo: then why… fulgrim: it might not have been! also i dunno, i thought it'd give you some enrichment because you like building fortresses

dumbass TemplarWarden: Strange, he's utterly uncautious for someone who's convinced he about to be in incredible damger. Bluejay: he doesn't have any plan at all he's just like i know he's going to betray me, somehow but until then i'll just keep doing what he asks me to do

anyways perturabo finds the whole place to be quite pretty

nom nom nom Perturabo also feels like he's being watched time to get off the car and investigate things

if you're thinking, "hey could those stones possible be…" you would be correct

gee i wonder what these could be...

the iron warriors are going to once again fortify an area so they left the bulk of their forces behind and are going in they being Fulgrim, Perturabo, and a small group now over to Lucius POV he's just having a time sightseeing and also cracking his whip yes he has a whip now yes it's made from cephalopod flesh

Checkerheart: squip

Lucius does a little dance with his swords imitating the poses of the statues etc much to everyone's admiration

oh yeah remember the I Can't Believe He's Allowed To Do That couple of Emperor's Children? one of them died vs the iron hands the other has been following Lucius around RIP Ruen

lucius: ew neediness is gross which also answered a question i had on the topic of lucius characterization Ruen wants to know if he learned anything Lucius: just that eldar sword forms aren't for me

TemplarWarden: Truly the parasocial relationships between a streamer and their slavish fans. Bluejay: Lucius bathwater...

Lucius takes a cheap shot at Ruen's dead boyfriend and then decides to actually be nice and explain things

space marines are simply too muscular

next time: drugs!

[flower-me-not]

My first D&D experience… a new player rises from the dead.

So yesterday was my first time playing D&D with me and my friends. And for context, we have no idea what we are doing, so our DM “helped us” (Literally made it for us) our character sheet, bless his heart. 

To give you a rundown, I am a Tabaxi named Luuna Koneko. I'm also a Bard. She is 15 years old. My highest stat is charisma with a +3, and my lowest stat is wisdom with a -1. In other words, I am an illiterate country bumpkin with rizz. Luuna is also 3'6"

Then we have my friend, who is a 13 yr old warlock goblin named Gorbo (Pronounce Johnathan) whose highest stat is constitution and charisma at a solid +2 and his lowest stat being dexterity and wisdom at 0.  Gorbo is also 2'4".

Both of us are given 10 gold each. This is important, remember this. 

The story starts with Luuna being kicked out of my third inn after being a freeloader. Thats when Gorbo, the little guy he is, waddles over to see the commotion as I try to persuade him to lower my debt of 20 silver. Which ends so bad, That I almost get thrown out for the second time. 

So needless to say, I did not successfully persuade, but the innkeeper did tell me that I could take a quest from the board. Which is where I swiftly take the goblin kid, Gorbo with me. He chooses the quest for me, since I can’t read, and we go off. The quest is to exterminate bats and rats. Easy enough, I'm a cat, I eat these little shits for breakfast. 

As we go, Luuna is talking to Gorbo, who seems just as dumb as her since when Luuna asked why he let himself get kidnapped by me, Gorbo responded with “Cuz I can.”

So we arrive at the inn, and talk to the innkeeper, he tells us that they are in the basement and attic, I push Gorbo into the basement, thinking that the rats are in the attic, the innkeeper tells me Im stupid and the rats are in the basement. 

I kick this goblin awake, and make my way to the wine. I steal the wine, hiding the bottles behind my back with my tail. So I managed to steal it without getting caught. Thats when the first fight happens. A giant rat and his two normal rats. I attack the Giant rat, leaving it hurt, the rat then attacks Gorbo, but does minimal damage. The Giant rat then attacks me, leaving me heavily wounded (near death experience), and in need of healing. So I heal myself. Then Gorbo, summons the power of his god and anime and kamehameha’s him to the next fucking afterlife.

Luuna, who was shit talking this Goblin, saves her.

They talk to the innkeeper, with Luuna taking what was left of the rat corpse and eats them on the floor, the inn keeper then tells her to take it outside.  Gorbo taking 10 silver and meeting outside. It's almost midnight. We go back inside to finish the job, and the innkeeper lets us say the night for free, if we finish the quest in the morning. We happily agree, once we subtle in the room, I try to make small talk with this goblin. As we chat I take ou the wine I stole and drink half of it. Passing out. 

The goblin cleans up after me and also goes to sleep. I wake up, feeling hungover just a bit. We then talk to the Innkeeper and he suggested we eat, I hand Gorbo some of my rations, a thank you for him saving me. We then go to the attic to exterminate the bats and start to attack, I kill one of the bats with my crossbow, and try to aim for the giant bat that Gorbo already did great damage too. I almost hit him (the giant bat), but missed my hair. 

I then choose to get behind Gorbo, and the bat attacks me, knocking me out, and leaving me almost dead. The goblin then congures the sun and eradicates all life, minus me. I spring back, the light trying to guide me. I heal myself and Gorbo. We leave quickly after that, since we are ashamed of almost dying to rodents. But due to me almost dying twice and using all my energy, I passed out in the middle of the road. 

End epilogue (Ig idk.)

TLTR: Stupid cat kidnaps Goblin child, the cat then almost dies twice and gets shitfaced drunk.

[tounderstandthesoul]

Chapter 2: Messages from the dead

A bad dream right? Or is it?

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I will say in advance that you are the same age as the critters. I don't want anyone to get the wrong ideas.

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Third person:

A cold and dark room with a few machines that are no longer in operation stands there without any electricity or heat at all. Inside a machine sleeps a little boy, his appearance could be described as an angel. He is in the dark and his chest floats with his irregular breathing, sometimes he breathes in briefly and unconscously holds his breath for a long time, but sometimes it looks as if he is having a bad dream and is gasping for breath. But suddenly he wakes up and looks around frightened, his posture reminiscent of a small street kitten desperately looking for help.

Angel Pov:

"Y/N Do you know the answer!"

"Huh?"

"Earth to Y/N, are you sleeping in class again?"

"No I... where are we...?"

A few children started to turn around from their seats and I got all nervous, 'why are they looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong?’

"Ehrm... no.. I think...." no its just Class I need to know the Task.

I quickly look at the Board 'it can't be that hard, after all, this is the Math class for children with learning difficulties....or? ‘wait a minute'

"I'm really starting to lose hope in you angel... you're only supposed to solve this? what's wrong with you?"

"I... what... what does it say?"

The Board was full of red letters, they were all scattered around and made no sense. 'wait, what did she just call me?’

"Ehm... what... what did you Ju-“

"Tell me, are you hard of hearing or something? Or can you just not read, angel?"

I look slowly in the direction of the voice, my eyes slowly starting to fix on the left of me. A boy about my age with his blond hair pulled up, he kind of looks like an chicken. 'what... Who are you?’

"Angel Now read the DAMN TASK!"

"Yes sorry Miss... Its...."

I feel bad everyone is staring at me and the letters look like they're shifting. 'what the'. The smeared red letters are moving as if it were a coloring book and a red liquid is slowly running down the sides of the blackboard. 'I feel sick', but at that moment. Right now. I can read the words as they now make sense.

"The prototype will ... save us all"

"You see angel? Wasn't that hard after all was it?"

"Yes, but Mrs. Delight... what does that mean......?"

I heard a loud crack and every child at that moment suddenly turned their head towards me and looked me in the eye. I could even see the broken bones in some of the children's necks slowly poking out of their skin 'I can't take this anymore' I couldn't control it at that moment looking at all the Kids, I felt so bad and it just came out… I threw up on the table. ‘I don’t want to look at them’ What is going on here?

It happened suddenly and was very loud, someone had literally slammed the door open.

"Y/N, Angel!"

I didn't dare answer, it was one of those women with their yellow suits who have that look on their face...like they own everything.

"It's you with the scars, isn't it.... Hey!"

"What... what's going on?"

"You're really very lucky, Kid"

"Me?. Lucky?.. Why?"

"You were chosen and adopted by a loving family!"

"I... Adopted... Why?"

"you should have listened to them" 'what? what did she just say?'

"you should have listened to his successor" 'Am I hearing badly?, what is she talking about?. I dont understand.'

"But now it's too late for you"

"What are you even talking a-"

"The angel is starving" ‘What… What does she mean ‘I don’t understand anything here’

"The angel is starving" ' I... don't understand'

"The angel is st-"

"STOP! I..." Tears slowly flow from my eyes. I feel them slowly drift down my face and everything gets louder and louder.

"Lucky you"

I started to scream.

But then I woke up.

"What was that???" I can hardly breathe, it feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

It takes me a few seconds not to fall over. I feel dirty, I can also see why. I am Practically lying in Trash and im Still wearing the Lab Coat from when I was tested on. ‘wait that dream, was that ma-‘

My thoughts got broken by a loud noise, which was coming from my Stomach. it was very Loud Growling. I looked around and the memories of yesterday came flooding back, I slept in this shithole as usual. 'dammit' this can't go on, I remember my thoughts from yesterday. Oh god I am going to die here Wont i. ‘Wait can i even die?’

I still know the way from here towards Playcare, that will be the only place where there might still be something edible, it will probably be a long journey without a destination.But its better than staying here and sleeping in this Manufactoring Hole.

I Slowly stand up and Feel my Legs Starting to cramp, but that’s no problem, and it happens often. Thats why when i was on the run after It Happened, I start to bend my knees slightly and concentrate on my legs, I have made myself a little taller in my sleep 'Maybe out of instinct', well, it doesn't matter.

I can see and feel my legs getting shorter 'it really helps with the pain' but I shouldnt use my ability 'if you can even call it that' that often.

Because at that moment I immediately feel dizziness and can quickly protect myself from falling by leaning on an old machine.'damn it already?'

I should set off slowly now because it will take me at least a couple of hours to get to the Gamestation, and from then on, Ill walk on the Train tracks. Because I know there's a Toy rummaging around and if she sees me, 'that'll be it'.

No, I need to get into walking.

Next stop: The Gamestation

[mountttmase]

HIYAAA BETTER LATER THAN EVER

Mason found himself outside of Ben's bathroom door in the state he was in he’d never know. HERE WE ARE, I AM SAT🤭

If anyone would be touching you tonight, it would be him. I SCRAMED

HE WANTS TO KISS HER

So here he was, stood outside the bathroom he knew you were in with his hand poised to knock. He knew exactly what would happen if you answered, what he wanted to happen, but he couldn’t resist you in that bloody dress anymore and he needed you to satisfy more than his sweet tooth. AHHHHHH

'Hi me' he chuckled, his breath almost catching in his throat as you finally revealed yourself and he didn’t miss the way his heart thumped in his chest. HE IS SO SILLY I LOVE HIM

‘Maybe. Missed looking at you in this dress at least' Mason sighed. Placing his hands on your hips as the urge to touch you in some way was overwhelming and as you caught eyes in the mirror he could tell you were trying your hardest to act like his touches weren’t driving you crazy. The realisation only spurring Mason on ever further to try and make you crumble. AHHHHHH OMG IM NOT OKAY

‘I'll make sure to wear it more often then' you told him quietly but Mason was done listening. Wanting to attach his lips to you at any point he could so he gathered your hair to the side to reveal the soft skin of your neck. I LOVE HOW THEY ARE TEASING EACH OTHER

UGH IT SUDDENLY SO WARM HERE😂

‘I’ll show you big boy’ he whispered but he didn’t even realise what he was saying fully as all Mason could focus on was how close your lips were to his as he imagined what you tasted like. MASON TONY MOUNT OMG

Mason had lost you somewhere just before boarding the plane and after spending some time looking for you he was just praying you were already in your seat when he got there. Wondering if you’d had second thoughts and had fled but as thankfully he saw you sat in your seat as soon as he turned the corner and his heart finally settled in his chest. UGH HE WAS SCARED

‘No, don’t be silly, I made sure I was next to you. I know if I was next to him or one of the others I’d wake up to a mouth full of peanuts or something’ he joked, trying to ease the nerves and tension a little bit and he felt triumphant at the small smile on your lips. HE IS THE CUTEST

THE TIME HE DIDNT LAST LONGGG🤭

'Shit shit shit' he spat, trying to think of anything other than how good you felt wrapped around him so he could maybe hold off what was about to happen, but he knew it was too late. Pulling himself out so he didn’t finish inside of you so quickly but with it all happening so fast he simply spilled himself onto your tummy. OPSY

There was no other word for what he was feeling other than embarrassment. His skin felt hot and sticky and there was no way he could look at you right now, but the sound of your gentle voice was pulling him round. SHE IS MAKING HIM FEEL BETTER

‘Mase?’ You asked quietly. You thumbs ever so gently stroking his skin in an attempt to comfort him and when he finally looked your way he felt his heart race. There wasn’t an ounce of judgment in your expression, just concern for you as as your eyes flickered over his features CAUSE SHE IS IN LOVEEEEE AHHH

‘Well I do. Won't leave any of my customers unsatisfied with my service' he winked, a strange look in your eyes at his choice of words but it was gone as quickly as it came and when you began to laugh he felt a bit better. I LOVE THAT HE KNOEW IT WASNT NICE TO SAY THIS

The fact you were sat on one half of a double sun lounger made Mason happier than it should have. Were you saving the other half for him? Or were you just sitting there because it was next to Carly? No matter the reason he knew he was claiming the spot next to you so he made his way over quickly in hopes you were wearing a ridiculous small bikini but he was left disappointed when you didn’t even so much as look at him as he made his way over. HE IS SO IN LOVE I HAVE NO WORDS

Not wanting to cause a scene he flopped down next to you. His hand on your thigh so he could get your attention but the reaction he received was definitely not the one he was hoping for. SOMEONE IS SADDD

‘Don’t, people might see’ you told him, moving your leg so his hand dropped onto the cushion with a thud and he felt his heart fall along with it. NOW I FEEL SAD FOR HIM

What did I do? He thought to himself as he swam a few laps. The only thing he could think of was he made a stupid throw away comment last night when he was nervous and was feeling stupid after everything that had happened anyway, but you’d seemed fine in the blink of an eye so he just didn’t know. Eventually coming to a halt and the opposite end of the pool from you so he could perch up and look out to the town below. WELL MASON IT WAS EXACTLY THE COMMENT YOU MADE

He could see in your eyes instantly you were still upset but when you reached for him he felt his heartbeat quicken. Your fingers finding their way into his hair as you pulled him in between your legs and he wrapped his arms around your thighs carefully. The feel of your skin on his settling him more than he realised and when he peered up at you his heart leapt at the soft smile on your lips. SHE REACHED FOR HIM🥺

‘Very true’ he giggled, squeezing your thighs gently as he couldn’t help himself. ‘Let me know when you’re taking one, I’ll join you’ he told you but he couldn’t say much more. The feel of your fingers on his back making his mind a little fuzzy but as he looked up to you again he could see you looked a bit concerned. HE WANTS TO NAP WITH HER

‘You don’t wanna come for a swim?’ He asked. Hoping he could get you in the pool and hold you for a bit but he noticed the fear in your eyes as you shook your head. THE FACT HE NOTICES EVERYTHING

‘I’m sorry, what the hell are you wearing?’ Mason asked quietly when it was finally just the two of you and he noticed your face drop straight away. It wasn’t his intention to upset you or make you feel self conscious and he felt his tummy drop along with yours as he realised you might have taken his joke seriously. Wrapping your arms around yourself defensively and he cursed himself at the way his words had affected you. MASON WORSTEST CHOICE OF WORDS EVER

‘You don’t make this easy for me Muffin, you know that right? How am I meant to act like I don’t wanna fuck your brains out every time I look at you when you’re gonna be walking around like this all day’ he told you with a smile and the last minute of awkwardness was worth it just to see you finally cotton onto the fact he he liked what you were wearing too much rather than too little. ‘I mean what even is this?’ He laughed, fingers gripping the material that hung on your hips and he had to stop himself ripping it off of your frame and taking you right then and there. NAUGHTY BOY

‘You can talk’ you laughed, and Mason could feel his cheeks begin to burn as this was probably the first time you’d admitted out loud you found him attractive. ‘You think its easy for me watching you walk around with just those little shorts on?’ You laughed, and Mason laughed into your neck as he shook his head slightly. Too shy to look at you in the moment. ‘Let’s just try and keep it in our pants, yeah?’ I LOVE HOW SHES NOT SCARED TO TELL HIM SHE IS TURNED ON BY HIM

THE BOAT SEX MOMENT WAS EVERYTHING

Maybe the pair of you has pushed it a little too far today but he just couldn’t stop himself at the moment. It was like his whole existence was just to make you smile and when that blush crept over your cheeks… he knew it was over for him. HE IS SO SWEET

Watching your face fall as Dec teased the pair of you for being too close at dinner had made Masons tummy twist uncomfortably, even more so when you pushed your shared dessert towards so he could finish it on his own but the final nail in the coffin was watching you walk home with Carly and Ben when you should have been right next to him. Yes he had a great view of you bum this way in that little dress that had been swirling around in his mind all evening as he wondered how he’d be taking it off of you later, but that wasn’t the point. Dec had quite clearly upset you and scared you off so once you were all back at the villa he was determined to have a word with him about it. POOR BOY IS SAD

HE IS DEFENDING HIS WOMAN

It hadn't been long but he missed your touch and since he was feeling so protective of you right now, all he wanted was to wrap an arm around you and be your reason to smile again. HE MISSES HER???UGH

There was only a second's hesitation, but his heart thumped as you headed his way and took up the seat next to him. Popping a fresh bottle of his drink next to the old one and just as he’d wanted to, he wrapped his arm around the back of you so he could keep you close before propping a soft kiss to your temple. UGH SOMEONE IS IN LOVEEE

‘Chilly I swear to god, put me down’ Mason heard you shriek from outside. He was inside getting the pair of you a drink each when he heard your voice and he knew something was wrong immediately. Your tone was full of fear as Ben lifted you up and began to swing you from side to side but Mason could see how petrified you were as you thrashed and kicked your legs about and it was like he was picturing what was about to happen. THE FACT HE KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG JUST FRO HEARING HER VOICE

Mason didn’t think, the only thing on his mind was keeping you safe and getting you out of there so he was in there straight after you. Reaching for you as soon as he could see you and pulling you to the surface by your waist, but he knew you were frightened from the way you were flailing about before you attached yourself to him fully. OUR HEROOOO

As soon as he started to pull back he knew it was a mistake. You were obviously embarrassed and not ready to show your face but when you started to cry he was ready to bundle you back into his arms and run you inside away from everyone. His heart breaking for you as he thought of anything he could do to make it better for you but before he could even try, Ben's voice hit him like a truck and he felt himself stiffen. UGH HE IS SO PROTECTIVE

Mason didn’t understand how you could still look so beautiful even when you’re all wet and upset. Your big eyes full of tears were pulling at his heartstrings and as he was brushing the wet strands of hair away from your face his heart stuttered as your chin wobbled. Desperately trying to hold back your tears but he just wanted to let you know you were safe now. HE LOOKS AT HER WITH THE EYES OF LOVE

Once you’d calmed down he let you pull back. Dropping a quick kiss to your forehead instinctively and it was worth it to see how much you visibly relaxed at his touch. The fear in your eyes that was only there moments ago washed away with one touch of his lips and he revelled in the idea of being your comfort in this moment. FOREHEAD KIDDY KISS🥹

‘Y/n’ he sighed, praying you could hear the smile behind his voice. ‘You need to tell me things like that. How am I supposed to look after you if I don’t know’ I AM KICKING MY FEET

HE GAVE HER THE KISSY KISSS HELPPPP

Waking up alone was something Mason had done all week but this morning it felt alien to him. He was expecting you to be there but as he looked around he found his bed empty and cold and he felt his mood plummet. NOW IM A SAD WOMAN

You’d probably just gone back to your room to get changed and ready for the day but he was feeling cuddly and had wanted to hold you that morning, amongst other things, but mostly he’d wanted to finally tell you how he felt. HE WANTED TO TELL HER HE LOVES HER, Y/N COME BACKKK

He’d been up for a little while after you’d fallen asleep in his arms for the second time that night, just watching you for a bit as he admired all of your features that he’d taken for granted before this week. He thought you were pretty before this week but getting to know you in all the ways that he had over the last seven days had made him see you in a new light and he knew he couldn't go back to being just normal with you. HE IS COMPLETELY GONE FOR HER

SOMEONE IS JEALOUSSSSS

Clearly you didn’t want what he wanted and he was in too deep now. Every single rule broken and for what? For him to be feeling everything for you whilst you didn’t seem to care and as he continued to watch you the more bitter he became. MASON YOURE SO STUPID

He was jealous, and he knew it, but he shoved all those thoughts and feelings down as deep as he possibly could as he wasn’t in the right headspace to think about it right now. HE KNOWS HE IS JEALOUS AND IS NOT SCARED TO SAY IT

You’d come over to him, asking if he was okay and wanted anything to eat or drink but he’d given you one word answers until you’d walked away and if anything he felt even worse than before. Seeing Ben talk to you out the corner of his eye before he too made his way over and Mason stiffened immediately. SOMEONE IS BEING A MEANY

‘Is everything alright? You seem annoyed this morning and y/n said you were fine last night’ HE IS JUST A LEALOUS BAB

‘Oh yeah, yeah maybe I will’ mason lied smoothly. The sound of her name just hitting it home for him that he didn’t feel an ounce of what he felt for you for her and the realisation made him miserable. You were the only thing he wanted and the fact he couldn’t have you like he wanted was beginning to drive him insane. WE DOBT LIKE KENNY IN THIS HOUSE

He wasn't sure why he did it, but when he and Ben made it back he went and sat in the chair he was occupying before. Not having the confidence to go and see you just yet as he knew he’d been a bit awful to you before, but when he saw you flee inside from the corner of his eye he was up and following you inside. He knew it was him that had run you off but the sound of your door slamming as he reached the top of the stairs made him stop in his tracks. HE IS SO STUBBORN

You weren’t as long as he figured you might be, but his heart shattered when you appeared by the door again. It might not be obvious to everyone else, but he could tell from a mile off you’d been crying but the fact you’d also put a shirt on made him feel worse. Knowing you’d only done that as you were feeling self conscious as you were so upset and he hated that he was the cause. HE JUST KNOWS HER LIKE THE BACK OF HIS HAND

He was nervous himself as he reached for you. Scared that you’d brush him off or pull away since you’d not even looked at him since coming over but to his surprise you looked over at him instantly. Eyes sad and lips turned down in a way he never wanted to see again and he knew his voice would fail him so with a quick tap to his chest to invite you to lay with him, you were shuffling over and resting your head on his chest. UGH THEY ARE CUDDLED UP

It was from that moment Mason told himself he wouldn’t leave your side today. It was the last day he’d be able to hold you like this, the last day he’d be able to hold you at all and he’d be damned if he didn’t make the most of it no matter how miserable he was feeling. DRAMAAAA

‘What’s wrong? Where is she?’ NIT HIM PANICKING

‘I told you to bloody keep an eye on her. Can you get her some water and I’ll grab her’ he huffed, marching towards the dance floor and he spotted you straight away. Arms in the air as you fought to stay up straight and the only thing in his mind was getting you out from the sea of people and back safe with him. SCREAMING

'What do you care?’ he heard you mumble as you tried to pull away but he just held you tighter and tried to gulp down the uncomfortable feeling that was now rising up his throat. What a question to ask, he cared more than you’d ever know but he kept his mouth shut and began to pull you away from everyone else. OPSSSD

As soon as the door clicked behind him Mason knew he’d made the wrong choice. Images flashing in his mind of him rushing back into you so he could tell you exactly how he felt and apologise for seemingly ruining your whole last day together but he didn’t. He just kept walking straight into his room and shut the door behind him. YOURE SO STUPI

Coward. YEAH YOU ARE

It was the only word running through his mind as he sat on the end of his bed and thought over the last half an hour or so. Why didn’t you stay with her? Why didn’t you kiss her? Why didn’t you tell her how you felt rather than running away like a big baby? GOOD QUESTIONS

He was up in an instant, rushing back to your door to burst through and beg for your forgiveness. But something inside him made him stop as soon as he touched the handle. Only the sound of silence coming from your room as he realised you had likely fallen asleep, and it killed him to know you weren’t as upset as he was about how things had turned out. OH DONT BE STUPID MOUNT

Why did we think this would be a good idea? Why did I agree to no feelings when I already had them? CAUSE YOU LOVE HER

Again he was up, his chest aching with each second he was away from you but again he stopped outside your door. This time he could hear the shower going and all he could think about was you trying your hardest to scrub away any part of him that was left on you so you could forget that any of this week had ever happened. THIS HURT

HES GONE🙁

Everyday for the weeks you’d been apart he’d opened up his messages with the intention of texting you but each day he gave up. What was he supposed to say? WHY HAVENT YOU YEXTED HERRRRR

She wasn’t you. EXACTLY

He wasn't sure what it was but when he was near you it was like he couldn’t help but touch you. Reaching out as soon as he got close to place his hand on your shoulder but it it’s was almost as if the touch of you made him ache and he had to pull away instantly. CAUSE YOU LOVE HER AND MISS HERRR

To grab your face and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe cause he missed the feel of your mouth on his but he didn’t. He just nodded and tried to be as normal as possible. I AM GIGGLING

KENNY FUCK OFF

Mason had figured out straight away you were gone and the excuse of you not feeling well didn’t sit right with him. You’d perked right up after you’d made your pizza and he’d wondered if you were just hungry earlier when you’d been clearly upset with him, but now you weren’t fine again he knew there was definitely a problem. HE KNOWS HIS WOMAN

‘She likes you bro, and I know you like her’ ‘She doesn’t like me’ Mason mumbled. Shaking his head as his mind raced back to that final night where he’d walked out of your room and his heart ached in his chest at the memory of your face. YES SHE DOES

‘She’s not spoken to me either’ Mason fought back but he knew it was a silly thing to say. MASON….

‘What if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if it’s too late?’ Mason asked and he saw Dec’s face soften a little. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW IF YOU DONT TRY

AAAAAAA BESTIEEEE

I ALREADY TOLD YOU EVERYTHING PRIVATELY

BUT I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU ONCE AGAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR WRITING, YOU CAN MAKE EVERYTHING PERFECT

YOU NEVER STOP AMAZING ME

I AM HER TO SAY WE NEED MORE MASON POVS IN THIS APP😌

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING THE TIME TO WRITE THIS WORK OF ART FOR US

LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRAIN WITH MY WHOLE HEART 🤭🩷🫂

HELLO BESTIE THANK YOU FOR THIS SM

ILY SM thank you for always being my biggest fan I really do appreciate you more than I can say 🩷

I’m so glad you liked this one and maybe I’ll dabble into masons pov somemore 😌

[winwintea]

why would i be grateful? i gave my money and watched a mediocre performance? i wish the problem was only me yall didn't sing their most popular song on the concert? is that bad asking for a good performance? they are getting money for these performances why would i be grateful for them? end of the day i'm paying to watch a good, solid performance not fanservice focused rushed half assed performances, i wouldn't answer this way but im so tired of people who come with word of "be grateful" no girl they should be grateful for their fans never make it issue their half assed stages. we cant critize a concert without a wayv fan selling a pity agenda and call us ungrateful. i'm their fan not their slave, i can critize the "bad" rebrand they have after kick back era.

woah anon CHILLL

i agree with your point i think you make a good argument about why you're upset. and it's understandable. their performance was lacking. you are allowed to feel this way, its your own opinion.

however i don't feel like you should be upset at being called "ungrateful".

there are so many people who would kill to be in your shoes (myself included) and would appreciate a performance, mediocre or not.

you probably live in a place where you can just go see groups very easily. if you don't, dawg you just have a lot of money and time on yours hands omfg.

if i really wanted to see wayv or go to ten's solo concert (which is probably only going to be asia)

i have to

find a flight (expensive as fuck!)

find room and board (probably also expensive)

figure out money and currency exchange since it's in a foreign country

set a spending limit for myself bc i am a broke college student.

plan out other activities to do while i'm in the area because why would i travel to a different country just to see a concert....

ALSO I'M A FULL TIME COLLEGE STUDENT.

so someone needs to take care of my dog while i'm gone, or i have to spend MORE money to put him in jail (a dog boarding facility).

Plus I also need to plan out my school work and the lectures i'm going to miss out on while i'm gone.

plus other things !!

so it isn't easy for me to just pack up and go see a concert.

and yeah i live in the us, but the closest venue is a 9 hour drive, and flight tickets are still expensive regardless. AND WHY DO THESE CONCERTS ALWAYS OPERATE ON A THURSDAY LIKE DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE THE ABILITY TO DROP SCHOOL????????????????

the only reason why i went to ive in atlanta was because my friend spent like 6 hours trying to convince me to go. and i'm not sure i'd do it again even though it was fun.

anyways. some people just can't see groups because of this reason. so people who have never seen a group will call you lucky because you have at least seen them. for some that's all they want, and that is why they call you ungrateful.

you can be unhappy at their performance, but you should still feel grateful you get to see so many groups perform.

i've only seen 3 groups, everglow, ive, and purple kiss.

ive's performance and venue was spectactular as expected of a really big and popular group. purple kiss's was in a very small venue, and everglow's was in between.

i have never thought to compare any of those groups with each other. none of them are from a big 3 (or 4 with hybe lol) company but i appreciate the chance at getting to see such beautiful people IN PERSON.

like i think i'm also more grateful since i never paid for ive and everglow, it was a gift from friends.

and life is short anon. appreciate the things you have. you only live once.

if you wanna criticize, just say that their performance was lacking to how they used to perform. because otherwise you seem like an 'entitled spoiled brat' to others, and i know you aren't one anon. sometimes we just get so upset with things we fail to emphathize with how others may be feeling too! <33

[countdown-123]

61 days until my surgery

happy new year!

it's honestly really nice to have something to look forward to in the coming year. it helps with the sort of bummed out new year this has been

I went to a small (3 people) party to celebrate nye. we smoked and drank and played board games. we had a good time for sure, but it was so odd turning on the TV to watch the ball drop. there was no one on the stage performing in New York, and all the shots were just really tired people trying to be energetic because the camera was pointed at them. there was someone who sang imagine right before the ball dropped, then they showed two old people kiss for like a minute straight then a 2 second shot of two guys kiss lmao. weirdest and most depressing ball drop ever honestly

but it was nice to ring in the new year with friends, and I always love a chance to smoke and drink with others.

im celebrating the new year by my self a bit by getting food at my favorite restaurant today. usually it's way less busy here but I should have expected they would be busy since they're one of the few places open on the holidays

I really hope I don't get sick

I've been doing so well, masking at work and in public as much as possible. with everyone else sick from the holidays I have been feeling hopeful that I'll avoid the worst of it but this might be the end of my run

honestly I deserve a few days off work since all my coworkers got sick and left me to do work with less help

whatever it doesn't actually matter

I have a couple of new years resolutions, tho I think the word resolution is a stretch here

the first one is I want to eat something whenever rim hungry. this isn't a new goal but I'm reaffirming it. I've been doing worse in the past few weeks cause I'll just come home from work and sleep until my next shift. falling asleep slightly hungry isn't hard but I'm too used to it and I know it's not healthy. I've always struggled with eating enough, due to both trauma and autism related food avoidance issues. I never knew I had an eating disorder cause I didn't have issues with my body image (related to food at least - dysphoria is a different thing). but I do have very disordered eating. for a long time I didnt feel hunger because I had ignored the feeling so much that it didn't trigger in my brain. it's taken years for me to work from "no hunger feeling - just random headaches and shaking" to today when I said "oh I'm starting to get hungry, I should eat before I actually get hungry". it's been a long journey, and im not done yet, but it was a great feeling today to realize how far I've come. my goal for the new year is to recognize that trigger early, like today, and then act on it. that means I have to keep easy food accessible, so I have to go grocery shopping soon haha

another resolution is im not smoking now that the new year is starting. my surgeon says no smoking a month out, but I want to make my recovery easier, and I think swapping to edibles is better for me anyway (and not much of a hardship, at least I can still get high). that reminds me, I do need to go to the dispensary again and get some other edibles once they open back up. I want to get something low dose I can micro dose on. if I'm being honest I'm gonna miss hitting my pen at work and I wish there was an edible that could give me that little bit of something like a pen. probably not a good thing to want but that doesn't stop the desire. (I love to take a few hits of my pen before I do some cleaning, it's just a nice chill time. not great to do before making food, I can't work as quickly when I'm high and then I get stressed with orders coming in)

lots of people make new years resolutions that are very black and white. they want to stop doing something or start doing something. I think that's the wrong way to do it because if they mess up once many people give up entirely. I prefer resolutions that are intention based. I have the intention of eating more regularly this year, but I'm not going to attach any details to that resolution so I literally can't fail. as long as I eat when I'm hungry once this year (done) I've succeeded (yay!). the resolution acts more as a reminder to myself, and I prefer that over traditional resolutions. honestly Atomic Habits is a great read if small improvements over time is more your style, it helped me a lot with actually doing the things I want to do

well I'm finishing up my meal here (writing when not on my break at work!? wow, this might literally be the first time I'm doing this) and I'll need to drive home soon so I should finish this up.

happy new year, I hope you can find small ways to make your day better each day

[blissfullybloomed]

Yeah, it's been a while, but today felt like the right day to write again. I missed it. 

So let's get all the updates out of the way since my last post(Dec 2023). Oh man…it's a lot. 

I spent New Years with my boyfriend(yeah we're still a thing), and his best friend. Had to go home early though…cause like…im old, and we work in the mornings. 

February I picked up a few extra gig jobs to pay off school. I delivered for Instacart, Spark, Shipt, and Amazon Flex. While working two other jobs. I had to pay it off and I was tired of waiting for money to just appear….cause that's totally not a thing. 

March was my man's birthday! The first one I got to spend with him. Gifts that I got him don't matter…like i'm not gonna sit here and list them off…just his face was all i needed. That look of just you didn't have to do that..but he was glad I did. 

I started therapy to heal from a relationship with a family member that I actually never really understood until very recently. I'm learning that , in the words of Taylor Swift, “Hi, it's me , I'm the problem”- I know that now. I know a lot now actually. 

Started reading a book that has helped immensely with my healing as well. I won't mention the title in this blog as it's specific to one person in my life…but I will say this: No one is perfect, no matter the title they hold in your life. Additionally titles don't mean shit. We're all human and that's the only title I care about…unless you're an alien…then like, can we be friends. 

The Medical Board of Ohio gave me my massage license, and I have signed a lease for my own business and actually have two clients ( sister and friend.) Yeah…Blissfully Bloomed is actually a real , tangible thing now. 

I moved in with my boyfriend. Yup, the WHOLE sentence! It's been about 3 weeks , and let's just say we are slowly adjusting to the new. The animals are a little testy, but we love them all.Spray bottles are in every room now. LOL!  He has been incredible throughout the entire process. I even know how to plug my tire now. He is patient, and kind. Even on days…i don't want to be human…he is still right there. I will tell you this- I never knew love could feel this deep…this solid…this safe. He truly is the person I was supposed to find. Someone in my life once told me a long time ago,  “he has brought back what the locust stole”- When it was told to me the first time it didn't make sense, and in hindsight…I know why it didn't make sense. Now…I understand the phrase…I understand what a healthy and honest relationship looks like. I understand that MEN operate completely differently when they too feel safe and understood.  I love you like crazy baby. 

I started a solid vitamin regimen…and boy oh boy has it helped immensely. My anxiety only peaks during stress, and unknown areas of my life now. It's not at the forefront anymore. Vitamins, therapy, massage, counseling, coloring, legoing, and being surrounded by motivated individuals who only want to better themselves have been the key to my success. Sure I have days just like everyone else where I just don't wanna. But as my boyfriend says”it's allowed, just have to find a balance”- So i'm working on it…BUT vitamins are so good! 

So I think that covers it for the updates…Lets chat about whats to come! 

Moving through all of the above has required high energy and focus to obtain a goal. The focus was definitely fueled by my sister jessica. My sister was the entire inspiration to become a Massage Therapist. What's crazy…I had a client last week…she was a nurse at Nationwide in the pediatric unit….I think she would have worked with Jess at some point, and she was on MY table. Small world sometimes ya know. 

Massage gave me my heart back and I've said that since school…you can't be heartless and be a massage therapist. It's impossible. We comfort through the power of touch. We calm anxiety, recirculate blood to all the necessary parts of your body, we hold space for others to relax. Coming from someone that was very very selfish in her past life…to be able to have people on my table is a gift I will always attribute to my sister Jess. Man do I miss her. What I wouldn't give to wheel her into my massage studio and give her some relaxation for a brief moment. She showed me native american flute music too. I love ya sis. We all do. You can come visit me anytime anywhere. I love you. 

Okay well, on that note…I'm crying. So I think it's a good time to get ready for the day. I have three clients. One of which lost their mother last week. Like I said, massage is so powerful. It truly brings joy and I am able to give joy to others now. What an absolute gift. 

Thanks for listening to my ted talk- see ya on the flippity flip! 

[drangercore]

Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud​

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life's work, but that's rather what they've gone and done. Now they're trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf in a cable knit cardigan. It will require the combined power of their keen intellects to get them home, if they'd stop arguing long enough to use them. As it turns out, history is just one damned accident after another.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Relationship: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Art by @gingerhuneybee​, @jjuuppiter​, @jaxxartbox​, & yours truly

My first fanbind! 

L&OHA is an impeccable story and is so very dear to me. This was the fic that made me go “I want that on my shelf!”, so here we are. 

keep reading for more binding info and to see my gushing on the fic.

QUICK SPECS

153,854 words | 571 pages | 5″ x 8.5″ 

Binding Method: 3 Piece In Boards Bradel  Body Font: Adobe Caslon Pro Decorative Font: IM Fell English

I am very proud of this book, having accomplished many firsts with it. My first book that I rounded and backed, sewed double-core endbands on, painted the edges, and used toner reactive foil and HTV on!

ON THE STORY

Sighs. What more can I say? It’s simply brilliant. A unique multifaceted story with incredible dynamics, clever foreshadowing, great character studies of Draco and Hermione, and such beloved original characters. It’s comedic and refreshing but it also takes on grief and goodbyes, and heartbreak. It’s fucking romantic and also So nuanced. I dislike stories that spoon-feed every little thing about the character, so the parlor tricks on this one? Ate every crumb of it. It was filled with implications and was misleading in the best sense. You’ve got to be an astute reader to catch some things the first round (which I definitely wasn’t). 

While it doesn’t entirely shy away from typical lovey-dovies, the regard for mundanity and the inconsequential, I just find more inherently romantic. The exploration on time travel and the vivid prose further underscores the depth of PR’s talent. She captures so eloquently, the mind of an extremely logical person in a very illogical experience. I saw myself in Hermione so many times. The story demands to be read again and revels upon doing so. Pacific Rimbaud is such an incredible writer *sobs* all her works are simply a masterpiece. 

That said, this beautiful story deserves to be turned into a physical book.

DESIGN PLAN (or lack thereof) 

This is my first fanfic project and my third book overall which I must say was quite a leap considering my very little binding experience. I think the demon small niggling part at the back of my head got the best of me and positively thought she could make a relatively fastidious book despite the lack of skill. BUT nothing can stop me when I am overly enthusiastic about something, thus began my 2 month research, soaking up every gobbet of binding info in reach. As far as my book binding journey goes, gathering supplies was the hardest part lol. Bookbinding is not a common hobby in the Philippines so it was tedious to to look for materials and/or to settle on alternatives.

I credit 70% of the 4 month stretch of this project to my indecision. The novelty and sheer excitement with a new hobby, I think, divested me to properly conceptualize heh. I redid my typeset 1 billion times because I kept switching softwares: Word→ Pages→ InDesign. I probably have 8 versions of the typeset that will never see the light of day. Anyway, I did finally get the stuff done. Here’s my little design dump:

Nothing symbolic about the design really. I just worked around elements I thought were appropriate with the regency era and time traveling aspect: vines/ flowers and the time turner. I tried to reflect PR’s elegant writing in the book so hopefully I did it some justice. I added my fave works for this fic too and even drew fanart myself. Arts 1 through 3 are by yours truly, fourth art is by jaxx in a box.

BINDING

I watched DAS bookbinding religiously during my research phase and I knew then that I wanted to someday follow his in-boards 3-piece bradel tutorial, but it wasn’t supposed to be so early on in my binding journey. One look at this book however threw me off course. It was incredibly ambitious of me, so I guess I deserved all the stress I endured in the process. I was supposed to trim the edges in between glueing the spine and rounding/backing, but I only had my poorly sharpened Php145 wood chisel to finish the task. That and nursing the finger my chisel wounded took enough time for the glue to dry, so I was fiddling with a stiff textblock the entire time after. I learnt along the way that a blow dryer and bone folder would be my best friends (and plenty of patience). I’d also like to apologize to my neighbors if they heard any hammering at 1am. 😳 

The covers were... finicky. For some reason, midway, I decided to make either covers differently, and all to the good because the one made following DAS’ tutorial ended up slightly warping. DAS’ was made with two 1.25mm boards glued together, while my experimental one was with a single 2.5mm board of which I peeled layers off of to reduce its thickness in half as needed.  (see pictures below for reference)

A lot of how the book looks like now is either born out of impulse or a desperate remedy. The book in turn is very gold. Chapter headers were impulsively foiled with gold laser reactive foil (so much for illustrating the headers only to cover them up haha *eye twitches*). 

I accidentally stained the edges while smoothing with black sandpaper so I covered the mess with an admix of Sakura acrylic paint in black and Liquitex acrylic ink in iridescent gold (Paint order: 1 layer gold- 2 thin layers black- 3 layers gold).

 I am very proud of my sewn endbands as this was my very first attempt at doing a double-core. I used DMC cotton threads in cream (712) and gold (E3821). Below is a close-up because why not. (as you can see, I had some flaking on the paint, luckily this was on the bottom edge so I fixed the issue on the more visible sides.)

I don’t like the bookcloth selection where I’m from (if there’s anything at all) so I made my own with pastel blue eco-ramie cloth, flour paste, and 80gsm paper. I ordered my fabric online and the shade was too icing-like. It looked tacky so I bleached to lighten. The white cloth also came from the same fabric which I bleached till it paled to white.

Titling was one of my biggest worries because majority of binders I saw were using a cricut to cut HTV. I almost entertained the idea of cutting it manually or even painting or embroidery, but to my luck, I found a local shop that offers vinyl ! cutting !! service !!! I sent them my design and they cut and weeded the vinyl for me. I chose white for the title and metallic gold for the vine detail. I messed up applying the word “historical” though, but let’s pretend i did it on purpose for the vintage feel.

Four months of faffing later, I have this story in corporeal form! Overall, I’m overjoyed with the outcome and I’d like to thank PR for the opportunity to have such a wonderful story on my shelf (and free to be read by anyone!)

If you made it this far, thanks for reading! 

[luveline]

hi!! im pretty sure your requests are open, but if they’re not feel free to ignore this. i keep thinking about holding steve’s hand or like holding onto his bicep. especially in public and with a shy reader. i just want a steve and i want him to hold my hand when im feeling anxious

thank you for ur request! ♡ shy!gn!reader | 1k words   

Steve can see you hesitating from the corner of his eye. The lunch club (minus its Californian counterparts) have all somehow managed to fit inside the 733i, survive the journey up to Indianapolis city centre, and now meander through a mall that feels bigger than Hawkins' in its entirety. 

Robin and Max are talking about something Steve is too 'boy' to understand, apparently, and you're getting your ear talked off by Eddie and Dustin, though their nerd explosion seems pretty self contained. You're more of a bystander than an active part of the conversation. 

And Steve knows it isn't their fault that you're anxious. It's just how you get sometimes, especially in places like this: it's loud, it's busy, people rush past and don't stop. 

He holds his hand out across the way. You smile at him shyly and move from Eddie's left, almost stepping on Dustin's rubber toes as you cross the walkway and take Steve's hand. 

Your hand is cold. He gives your fingers a good squeeze and pulls you close, your elbows brushing with every step forward. 

"Look, there it is!" Dustin says excitedly. 

Steve looks forward and finds a bad dream in front of him – a nerd store. Dork paraphernalia lines the windows, merchandise and action figures, posters boasting comic books and the newest sci-fi novels. 

"Oh my god," he groans, tipping his head back just slightly. The ceiling is out of reach, big glass skylights that showcase the blue sky outside. "I can't believe we're gonna waste one of the hottest days of the year here." 

Your fingers jump in his. He pulls his gaze back to you and is less than pleased with what he finds. You're tense, your back a stiff board, your shoulders rising slowly towards your ears and your eyes glued to the floor. 

"Don't be a jock," Max says. 

"Let's not stereotype our dear Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so smooth he knows what's coming before it happens, "he's not a jock. You have to actually play a sport to be a jock. Steve's more like, a washout." He says 'washout' with feigned perplexion.

Steve knows he's only joking – Eddie's funny, and despite any better judgement Steve really likes him these days. It's the perfect invitation for some bantering back and forth. He can feel something scathing on the tip of his tongue and Eddie looks excited to hear it, but you make this really small sound that stops Steve dead. A ragged inhale.

He smiles at Eddie and the metalhead looks surprised and then understanding, him and Robin ushering the kids inside the store. 

You're in your own head enough not to notice their departure. 

Steve walks past the store slowly, squeezing your hand in time to a song he can't hear. "Babe, are you hungry? I saw a pretzel stand somewhere on the map." 

You blink and look up at him. You finally notice that you're alone and turn in a half circle, your joined hands tugging against your chest as you do. "Where did everyone go?" 

"That weird nerd haven. I'm selfish so I thought we'd give it a miss. Do you care?" he asks lightly. 

Your smile is chest-aching in its softness. "No. And yeah, uh… I'm hungry if you are." 

He takes his hand from yours and draws close, head inclined to yours as he takes your warm cheek into his palm. "Thanks, baby. You're the best." 

Your expression slackens. Steve loves to get you like this, loves to melt you to the bone with small, soft touches and pet names that you clearly adore even when you scold him like you do. 

"Stop," you whisper. You're smiling so much it barely sounds like a word, more a fond sound, the 'o' completely disappearing. 

"Sorry," he says. He moves his hand to kiss your cheek where it had been and then taps your shoulder lightly. "It's this way." 

Your hand tucks itself between his torso and his arm, fingers curling around his bicep. Steve worries he might blush at your careful touch, feeling shy himself for once as he walks you both through the crowd to join the line for pretzels. 

"You okay?" he murmurs to you. 

You step closer until the side of your converse touches his. "It's… yeah, I'm okay." 

"No, tell me. Honestly," he says, gentle but pleading. 

Your hand tightens incrementally around his skin. He covers your fingertips peeking out with his hand and leans down, waiting. Your head drops into his arm. 

"I'm really okay, it's only…" Your voice lightens a little. "My heart's, like, racing." 

He isn't happy to hear that. "God, I'm sorry. I'll try to stop being so handsome," he jokes in efforts to get you to smile. 

It works. You laugh, bringing your other hand to his arm as you say, "It would be a big help." 

And to hear you joking around is always something he can't handle, it makes him weirdly, stupidly happy. 

He laughs a riot and you come apart, drifting away from each other to giggle. Your hand stays firmly wedged in that place between his arm and his chest, but your grip relaxes. 

"Just- you know. Let me know if you need to find somewhere quiet, okay?" he asks. 

"I will. Thanks, Stevie." You say it like you're embarrassed, your eyes to the floor again. He wrinkles his nose. 

"You're welcome. If you wanna find somewhere secluded for other reasons, I wouldn't be opposed to that either. For your information only, of course." 

"Other reasons," you repeat wryly, giving him a knowing look from under your lashes. 

He winks at you. It's not a good wink. You giggle and a lot of the stiffness you'd held before falls away. Not all of it, but Steve thinks it's a pretty good start.