#the first pair of jeans I did I didn't back with denim I just used t-shirt fabric which stretches something awful so I need to rework it

[neverendingford]

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[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Two

Pairings; All LADS Men x Reader (will be putting "LADS OT4 x reader" in the future)

Word Count; 2,127 (I swear they will get longer)

Themes; Isekai, eventual smut

Rated; 18+ for swearing and some mature themes

Notes; None besides the smut is not near, I regret to inform you all. I have twenty chapters and no smut, however I do have plans for it!

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Masterlist

You woke up bright and early the next day, ready to be discharged from the hospital first thing in the morning. You vaguely knew how the next two months were going to play out; while you did play the game until chapter eight and the next update wasn't for another month, you don't remember anything exactly. Only bits and pieces. You don't know the exact dialogue but you're sure it'll be fine. You've already changed the story enough just by getting a wound on your right eye but hey, at least, you'll look hot with a scar.

Yvonne, who is a receptionist and a nurse, helps you pull out your IV and all of the wires that keep track of your heart. Then, she steps out of the room to allow you to change out of your hospital gown. You put on your casual clothes- a blue turtleneck with a white denim jacket, the turtleneck tucked into your high-waisted dark wash blue jeans, and you put on some combat boots to finish up the look. It was a basic outfit from the game, but it was a cute one nonetheless. You head into the bathroom that was in your room so you can finally catch a glimpse of how you look and to your surprise, you look exactly like yourself. The same hair, the same face, the same blemishes, and the same eyes…save for your right eye being slightly lighter than your original eye colour. Just a drawback of having a scar. Apparently there was no damage to your eye but you'll have to get that checked out with an optometrist. Maybe you'll get some cute glasses, though that would be hard to fight with.

You make sure to grab your phone and put Caleb's necklace in your pocket for safekeeping before you finally leave your hospital room. You head down the elevator and straight to the front desk, where Yvonne was waiting. “Alright, just sign here and you'll be free to go, Y/n.”

You take the pen with your left hand, ready to sign out. “Did the accident make you left-handed?” You turn your head to see Zayne. “Maybe it made me ambidextrous, you never know.” You shoot back, quickly signing out before turning toward him. “Did you need something, doctor Zayne?”

A sigh leaves his lips before he jerks his head toward his office. “A word, please.” Then he turns and walks to his office, not even waiting for you to follow. You groan, grumbling under your breath as you follow behind him. “You tall people have no empathy for anyone shorter than you!”

He grabs something out of the desk drawer and holds it out to you. “Here. This may have some answers you're looking for.”

It's a box with a fingerprint scanner on it.

You recognize this from the game, but you play it off like you're confused. “Was this from grandma?” You ask, using your thumb to unlock it and you spot a letter. “Why didn't she give me this sooner...” You sigh and emotions that didn't quite feel like your own swell up in your chest.

“Wait, does something feel off to you?” You look around, knowing what's going to happen next. Your Hunter's watch goes off as if to say the metaflux readings are rising. A protofield was appearing right here in the office.

“I would listen to the doctor's orders, but it seems like we're going to have to take care of this.” You were nervous but you steel your nerves, hands gripping your twin pistols almost too tightly. “Are you sure you can handle this?” Zayne asks and all you can do is nod before you both enter the swirling, blue vortex.

The portal leads to a beautiful, almost church-like arena. Bright white cobblestone columns with a statue in the back of the room. You take a deep breath before taking a step forward. “This one feels like it's going to be stronger than usual.” You try to sound as calm as possible but the large creature in front of you makes it difficult. You're absolutely right to be terrified, you've never encountered a huge monster before and rightfully assumed you never would. You've never had to use guns and fight, you've definitely never had to fight for your life in fact but you guess there's a first for everything.

You close your eyes as the monster's thundering footsteps draw near, focusing on resonating with Zayne to speed up the process of defeating this thing. Your eyes opening suddenly as you fire off magazines into the large wanderer. Zayne darts around, using his ice evol on the creature as well until you break it's shield. Your aim, while clumsy, doesn't miss the target not once. Especially since the wanderer can't move quickly, it can only swing at whoever is near and throw boulders.

Though you do find it much more difficult to fight without being able to see a health bar.

Eventually the creature goes down and the protofield dissipates, leaving you both in his office as if nothing happened. Though Zayne's right arm is frosted over. Backlash from overusing his evol?

“Zayne, do you need me to-”

“No, I,” He closes his eyes and tries to breathe slowly, stuttered sharp breaths leave his lips before the frost finally goes away. “Here.” He walks over to hand you the box once more and once you grab onto it, he flexes his fingers and moves his wrist around. “Don't forget about your next appointment.”

“Mmh, you'll just remind me the day before, Doctor Zayne.” You hold your hands behind your back as you smile at him. “But I'll get out of your hair for now. Take care of yourself.” You tell him before leaving his office and you notice Xavier dozing off in one of the waiting room chairs.

“Xavier?” You tap his shoulder but he shows no sign of waking up. “Xavi?” You shake his shoulder with a bit more force and he slowly blinks his eyes open, rubbing them with one arm while his other grabs your wrist. “How long have you been here?”

“Only…five minutes?” Xavier yawns, rising up to his feet. “It took you five minutes to fall asleep?” You ask as he gently tugs you outside of the hospital. “It took you five minutes to defeat a wanderer?” He shoots right back and you tilt your head back to groan. “It was awful. I didn't miss any shots but at least I could use my evol.”

“You resonated…with who?” Xavier looks confused, his head tilting to the side as he looks at you. “My ah…friend came by to visit yesterday and helped me relearn how to resonate and I fought the wanderer with my doctor.” You decide to be as vague as possible, unsure what the repercussions would be if they all met just yet.

“You're close enough with your doctor to fight off a wanderer together?”

“Well, he's been by my side for a few years now.” You clear your throat, switching to grab Xavier’s wrist as you tug him forward. “Where'd you put my friend?” You ask, suddenly reminded that you asked for yesterday. “Oh right.” Xavier pulls the plushie out from under his white denim jacket, holding the orange fox with a blue winter coat out toward you. “I got him in one try.”

“Don't lie to me.” You tease, taking the plushie and holding it close to your chest. “It probably took you more than that.” “Well..” Xavier rubs the back of his neck and you walk together, “I tried about ten times before a kid decided to help me out..he got it in one try.” “Ah, so you were trying to take credit from a child!” You laugh before smiling as you look down at your feet. “Still…thank you for listening.”

“Any time.” He smiles right back at you. “We could stop by Meow's Café on the way back to the apartments, I hear we can get three tickets a week to pull for badges if we play three games of kitty cards.” Somehow the game mechanics transferred over to real life surprisingly well.

“Sure, I'll definitely beat you!”

Turns out, you both were bad at the game.

You won once and then both other games ended in a draw. A server walks over to place a chocolate on your table after your three games and you pick it up before you try to bite into it. “Wait.” Xavier puts a hand over your mouth. “That's…not candy.” He struggles to hide his laughter and you bat his hand away from your mouth. “What do you mean?” You pout, turning the chocolate upside-down to see the numbers 450 written on it.

“Did you forget that too? You can turn in your chocolate for clothes here. You also get chocolate from doing the claw machine. Here, I'll give you mine.” He pulls a metal chocolate from his pocket and taps it against yours to transfer his amount to yours. The underside of your chocolate changes to the number 3000. “Ohh that makes sense.” You murmur to yourself. You should've realized since in game, you can transfer chocolates for clothing items, accessories, new chat boxes, and other stuff. “Hmm, let's go use our tokens!”

You grab his wrist and tug Xavier over to the vintage looking badge machines. “So we put the token in here, turn the knob, and…” Out comes a plastic ball with a pin inside. “They're pins, not badges?” You ask, a tad bit confused but Xavier shrugs, “Don't ask me.” You both put the last two tokens in and check out which pins you got.

While Xavier is posting one of the pins on his Moments account, you decide to change your profile picture there. Especially since you've got a scar and everything now. You find some good lighting and pick up one of the café cats before taking a picture and saving it. You set the orange cat back down, scratching it's back before holding your hand out to Xavier. “C'mon, it's getting late. Let's head back to the apartments.”

“So which room is mine again?” You ask as you lean against the wall of the elevator. “It's a floor below mine.” Xavier says as the doors open to the second floor. “I'll show you.”

Once at the door, you use the fingerprint scanner and step inside, taking your shoes off before going any further. “Do you want to come inside and do some resonance training?” You place a hand on your hip as you look at Xavier. “I…guess I could but only for a little while.” Xavier shuts the door behind him, taking his shoes off as well and you both head for the couch. You sit with your leg tucked under your thigh so you can face Xavier, hands clasped between his and you close your eyes.

You've resonated twice already so it shouldn't be too difficult.

You know the resonance is done when you see tiny lights behind your eyelids but before you can open your eyes, you get yet another vision. Similar to what happened with Rafayel.

A sharp gasp slips from your lips and you rest your forehead on Xavier's shoulder as a few images flash through your head.

“Y/n, are you alright?” Xavier gently taps your shoulder a few times as you shake your head to clear your vision. “Did you see it too?” You ask the same question you asked Rafayel and Xavier almost seems even more reluctant to answer.

“I mean I saw us in class together. I'm almost positive I've never seen you in school before.” You murmur before adding, “But the sky I saw was very pretty.”

“The sky?” Xavier seems almost a bit hopeful with his question.

“It was a huge meteor shower…and I recall seeing the tassel. You know? The one on your sword.” Xavier abruptly stands up, turning his head away from you. “It must've been a daydream. I didn't see anything.” He quickly says, blinking a few times before clearing his throat, “Good job resonating. You should be ready for combat sooner than you thought.” He shoots you a smile, “I'll let you know when training starts.”

“Oh…okay. See you later, Xavier!”

The smile you had drops from your lips the moment he leaves and you click your tongue. “Tsk…maybe I was too pushy? Maybe this is why she never talked to them about their past lives..”

You run a hand through your hair as you rise to your feet, you might as well make something to eat before you head off to bed. Rafayel mentioned that art expo would be soon so it should be after your training with Xavier..

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I think this chapter was so short because I wanted to rush the story a bit- which I am sorry because I do rush a tad just to get where I want to! Anyways, next chapter should hopefully be longer and I'll aim to make my chapters longer in the future. I just get so scared off when I see six pages for one chapter on Google docs because I'm never really sure how long a chapter should be.

Hope you enjoyed this short chapter and I'll post the third one while I figure out how to link the "prev" and "next" buttons!

[sopebubbles]

Lone Wolf chapter Thirteen coming Thursday August 17, 6am CT/8pm KST

Chapter summary: hobi and tae take you on a shopping trip, many long awaited events follow

Warnings: insecurities, trying on clothes, mentions of death

Teaser below the cut!!!

Hobi had set Taehyung on a mission to find different styles and colors so that you could narrow down what you did and didn't like, and Tae had taken on the assignment with enthusiasm. Inasmuch as fashion was just another form of art, Taehyung was going to making you a piece of art and use the whole color pallette to do it. He and Hobi filled their arms with shirts, skirts, jeans, t-shirts, sweaters and more in every color of the rainbow before they came back to knock on your door.

"I really love this fab–" your jaw dropped when you opened the door to see both men with their arms full. "Am i going to try on the whole store?"

"Don't be silly. Once we get an idea of what style works for you then we can move on to picking out colors."

"Let me in. I'll organize these really quick," Tae said, pushing into the small dressing room with you. You pressed yourself against the wall, eyes going wide.

"Taehyung, you're overstepping and scaring the pup," Hobi said calmly.

Tae froze and looked down at you sheepishly. "S-sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'll just–" he forced the hangers on the closest hooks and stepped outside of the cubicle.

From beyond the door he began instructing you which items went together as you tried on each ensemble, coming out to model each time for them. Many of them were too flashy or too formal or too revealing for your taste—although taehyung managed to convince about a couple of crop tops when Hobi agreed they didn't show too much of your stomach. You ended up with several pairs of what looked like jeans but weren't as scratchy as the ones you were used to, a couple of soft cashmere sweaters and the tops.

"What kind of weird fantasies were you playing at, Tae?" Hobi asked while you changed into your own clothes.

"Shut up. I wasn't." The alpha crossed his arms and pouted.

"You used to have a thing for goth girls, didnt you, tae tae?" He teased.

"Maybe. That's not weird. You're the one who said to try different styles."

"So you went with schoolgirl?"

"Don't talk to me."

"And that red dress really didn't suit her figure."

"Well, Hobi, I don't know as much about her figure as you do," Tae countered.

"No, you don't," Hobi smirked, because he enjoyed having something over the rest of them.

"You guys know I can hear you, right?"

Taehyung sulked. "You know who she looked like though?"

Hoseok rolled his eyes because yes, he noticed your style was similar to the casual style that Yoongi enjoyed. Not the sweats and lounge wear that the others tend to favor, but comfortable denims and sweaters. It had concerned him at first, thinking that maybe you were trying to blend with your alpha, but he could see you truly felt more comfortable and happy that way.

[yuyulie]

Feel free to ignore everyone but I've just been looking at some of the things I made over the years and its so many things I gave up on lmao 😭😭 I see a bunch of things online, go and recreate them in MD/Blender and most of the time they either don't work in game or the textures look like shit 💀💀 so if anyone wants to see them, check down below 👇🏽👇🏽

Had to go in the whatsapp chat archives with my irl to find this BUT THIS WAS MY FIRST MESH from back in sept 2022 apparently? I was soooooooo proud of myself this took me literally like a week bc of the weights and then the textures and I used the fuck outta this top in my game, every sim of mine was wearing it 🙂‍↕️ lmao but i took a break from the sims in jan '23 bc of my internship and when I came back I was like "OMG this looks like SHIT???

I'll be honest I don't remember ever opening this in game 😭 but apparently this top was like 20k~ polys??? Crazy times

NGL i feel bad abt deleting the first top since i made it for a tiktok cc process vid and people asked me when i was planning on releasing and i was like yea soon 😊 then never did shjdbhjdbfds

THE SANDALS WERE MY FIRST EVER PAIR OF SHOES but the straps would disappear when i made the sims feet bigger 😭 but its fine now i (kinda) learned how to make (very simple) shoes now so maybe ill post some soon 🤞🏽🤞🏽🤞🏽

The hat was cute but in cas my sims would get the question mark when i put it on them i don't know why?? and the bikini belt thing was just meh so i got rid of it

The first top was also my favorite for awhile but the weights were kinda weird, everything else also had the same problems and honestly im glad they did bc they were all ugly af, SUPER high poly and just looked like caca in game thank god i deleted them (there were more things i made in between this and the next pic im abt to show but i don't have any pics soooo)

This hello kitty necklaces I was so proud of and I made SO MANY SWATCHES (18!!!) but bc i always rush to finish everything before getting in game, when i finally checked them they looked real nice im ngl BUT the morphing was sooo bad on small beads😭😭 they looked even worse on the masc frames RIP

I don't have the ref I used for this anymore but it was a really cute bonnet, mine just looked like a crumbled piece of paper plus its from last year so I didn't know how to retopologize or how to sculpt in Blender

This was supposed to come out with one of the simblreen gifts but again I didn't like the morphs but I did use the base of the cross for my other cross necklaces so i guess not completely useless 🤞🏽🤞🏽

Still proud of the lighter but I don't know what I was going for 😪

The mp3 was so fun to make but the weights were kinda weird and I didn't know how to fix them 🙄 (I did ended up using the earphones for the folasade collection 👌🏽)

Both were supposed to come out in the denim set BUT the more I looked at the pants the less I liked them and the skirt I just felt like it didn't belong with the jeans I did release?? its a cute skirt but I haven't felt like releasing it so 🚶🏽‍♀️🚶🏽‍♀️

I made this back when I wasn't mindful of where tops should stop/where the bottom part starts if u don't want any clipping to happen (looking at the heroine top since it also had the same issue but I realised wayyy too late so couldn't go back and fix it LMAO) still its a cute top and I feel like I could fix it in sculpt mode now??? idk

Very high poly 😭

PINKPANTHERESS MY LOVE ♥♥♥ ( I made this around the time I started the follower set so I just kinda forgot abt it, maybe one day I'll go back n finish it)

I think this was the original idea I had for heroine top? I gave up on it bc I just knew the buttons were gonna morph horribly since they sit right on the chest (also i never realised how similar it was to the tiktok top lol)

Ok after this, all the pics are from stuff that was supposed to be on the follower set but this was the original mesh for the dee top and I had to remake it since I couldn't find tops with sleeves of that size to transfer weights from 😭😪 (if that makes sense)

THIS JUST DID NOT LOOK LIKE THE REF 💀💀💀 plus the 'flower' is soooooo bad 😭 sorry to whoever added this pic to the pinterest board I flopped so hard 😖

I just thought the quality of the textures was poor so I didn't even wanna put it up for download 💔 the jean quality I could definitely do better but the sheep patch/stitch(??idk) I couldn't find a clear high quality pic so yea 😪

i LOVED this one but kept having so many problems with it, first the dress was flying off the sim in cas, fixed that then the weights started acting up it was problem after problem lmao maybe one day ill sit down and take a look at it again

Cute skirt but the transparent/lace part would clip a lot

the pants would clip out of the skirt when sims walked and i was very confused since i obviously deleted parts of the jeans that aren't visible but that didn't work so idk

I also loved this headband but it was kinda hard to find a hair that would fit without clipping, if i ever find one I would definitely put it up for download 👆🏽👆🏽

It looks alright in sims4studio (i guess) but in game the textures were kinda blurry

CUTE but i forgot that buttons on the chest have shitty weights/uv's🤐

Thats all for now, I made so many other things but most of the time I just delete them bc i don't have the ability to make them work in game 😞plus I can't stand having files on my pc that im not using bc otherwise they r just taking up space 🤞🏽

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

Pumpkin picking

Sooo this is the fic ive been working on!! It's a silly lil huntlow/hexsquad fic that takes place the day before TTT!! Also it's my first fic posted here, so don't be too harsh pls

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"So, are we there yet?"

"Hunter, this is your third time asking", Amity sighed. "However, are we there yet?"

"Yeah, it's right over this hill!" Luz said. "But i wanna do a dramatic reveal, so you have to climb up the hill first, and i'll show you and you all will gasp!"

"Whatever makes you happy", Amity said. She hasn't seen Luz smiling much in the past couple of weeks, but this brought her so much joy, so Amity didn't mind some theatrics.

Luz stood on the top of the hill, covering most of the field beside it with her arms and body. She was wearing a red shirt with some bats, a black denim jacket, a pair of black shorts, her usual white boots and unmatched striped socks. It was pretty warm for Gracefield that autumn, so she took advantage of that. Luz watched her friends line up in front of her and took a good look at them - they all decide to wear halloweeny outfits for the ocasion.

Amity was wearing and orange turtleneck, a black skirt with buttons and black heeless shoes. She tucked her hair back with a headband, Sabrina Spellman-style, and looked determined(and extremely beautiful). Gus stood next to her, and he was practically shaking with excitement. He dressed up in an orange sweatshirt with a pumpkin face drawn on it, a pair of black jeans and black converse shoes. Hunter slightly calmed Gus by putting his hand on his shoulder. Hunter himself was wearing an orange shirt with another white long-sleeved shirt under it, light blue jeans and a pair of red crocks, which looked horrendous, but Luz was happy that Hunter was discovering his fashion sence(even if it's awful). Willow, who was standing beside him, was rocking a long black dress with many layers. She tied her hair into a small ponytail, and, for some reason, her footwear of choice was a pair of yellow rubber boots. Luz perfectly knew the energy that was sparking between Willow and Hunter - these two, for sure, wanted to hold hands, but couldn't bring themselves to do it. Vee was absent - she said something about dishes to wash, but Luz was pretty sure it was her strange secret fear of pumpkins.

"A-a-and, you can look!", Luz put her hands down, and the gang saw a field of pumpkins.

"This is not as exciting as i expected..." Hunter said.

"This is just as exciting as i expected!", Gus yelled.

"Okay, first we need to split! I'm going with Amity and Gus," Luz said with a sly smile. "And Hunter is going with Willow! Okaythatsitthelastonetogettothefieldisaloser!"

After blurting it out, she grabbed Amity's and Gus' hands and ran down the hill. Hunter and Willow rushed after them. They gave up almost immediately and decided to walk slowly and take their time.

The first minutes alone with Willow were awkward. Her eyes were so green, full of confusion and wonder. She had a beautiful smile on her face. All the orange around them highlighted her black dress. All Hunter could think about is how much he wanted to hold her hand. And all he did was trying to stare at pumpkins, not at her.

But then she said:

"Look, this pumpkin looks exactly like our abomination teacher did after we beat their team at flyer derby!"

That just made Hunter burst out laughing and broke the tension.

"Can we not choose this one then? That guy creeped me out. Maybe we should take that one that looks like a coffee cup."

"A cup of pumpkin spice latte!"

"Exactly!"

"I love pumpkin spice," Willow said, hiding her eyes away. "Maybe we should get some someday. Like, um, just the two of us..."

Hunter knew what that meant - Luz watched all those crappy romcoms all the time, and when one character wanted to date another character, this is exactly what they said. This meant a lot.

Willow wanted to date him.

Willow wanted to date him!

This thought filled Hunter's entire mind and heart. His face was so red he was sure it's actually on fire. Panic overtook him, and the best he could do is say:

"Yea...um...i need to go to...wash my flowers and...sorry..."

He walked away, slowly at first, but then just started running.

What was he running from? A girl he really, really likes liked him back... Maybe that actually was the reason. No one's ever looked at him like Willow. No one talked to him like her - like she knew everything about him, and accepted all of him. And that novelty was scary, even though Hunter knew that-

He tripped and fell on his face. Great. Absolutely what he needed right now.

"Oh my titan, dude, you found the best one!"

It was Gus' voice. Hunter turned around and saw Luz, Amity and Gus. The latter was holding the pumpkin Hunter tripped on.

"I totally agree!" Amity said. "It's big, and tough, and just the right color!"

Willow reached the group. "Does anyone want to ask Hunter if he's okay, guys?"

"I'm fine", Hunter replied. He looked at Willow, who was so worried about him, and still cared deeply about him even after he ran from her, and added: "And yes. I'd love to go with you very much."

"Go...Where?" Luz said, confused.

"It's a long story," Hunter said. He stood up. "Let's grap this pumpkin and head home."

Him and Willow were holding hands the entire trip back.

[startseeingstars]

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH03 🎶 Come As You Are - Nirvana 🎶

T/W - Alcohol use, mature themes

"Elsie, can you drive me to a party?" Erik had knocked on my door. I was laying on my bed, PJ pants on, book in hand.

"Why can't Dad take you?" I grumbled in response.

"He's had a few. Passed out on the couch about an hour ago." He gave me a pity smile. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I hated when Dad did that. But he worked hard, and if that's how he wanted to spend his Friday night, so be it.

"Alright, give me a few."

"Don't get dolled up. I just need a ride, not a chaperone." He muttered, walking away.

I didn't plan on it. But I also didn't plan on staying in my pyjamas.

It took ten minutes, and I was walking downstairs in a pair of ripped denim jeans, a black t shirt and one of Erik's old leather jackets. He'd grown out of it a few years back, but it fit me almost perfectly. I let my hair down and tied my boots as I sat on the bottom step of the stairs.

"Ready?" I called out. Dad's loud snore was the first response I got. I decided to write him a quick note, sticking it on the empty can of beer that sat in front of him as he slept uncomfortably on the couch.

The drive was longer than I had anticipated. Most of Erik's friends lived around 10-15 minutes from us. He had me heading out of town. I'd never driven out this way before.

"Where the fuck are we going?" I muttered. It was dark, the street lights were few and far between.

"Hellhammer, Euronymous and their new front man, Dead have a place out here. They're having a house warming." He said it casually, but immediately I was relieved that I'd gotten dressed.

I nodded along to the music, following the scarce directions he gave me until we saw a lively house appear. There were quite a few people here already, but I could tell it was still early hours. The music was loud, the fire was going and I drove the car onto the grass, parking a little ways from the house.

A few people shouted hellos to Erik and gave me nods, or simply stared. I hadn't really hung around their crowd before. I was just Erik's little sister to them, or a complete stranger.

Erik turned to me, probably about to tell me to leave, when a boy with long blonde hair approached us.

He had a sweet demeanour, a kind smile and he interrupted Erik by greeting him.

"Dead! Hey. This is my sister, Elsie." Erik introduced us.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Can you help with my corpse paint?" He asked, looking at me expectantly. I was a little taken aback, but nodded.

"Uh, sure."

Just like that, I'd followed him upstairs to the tiny bathroom. The house was trashed, but I suppose that's to be expected when you have 3 young musicians living there. Metal ones at that.

It didn't smell like a field of flowers either, but living with two men my whole life had prepared me for this.

The bathroom was small and Dead lead me in. To my surprise, Øystein was already there, posing in the mirror, his head tilted down and his eyes looking up. He looked startled as we walked in, like we'd caught him. I stifled a laugh but couldn't hide my smile.

"Elsie." He greeted me in a low voice, nodding at me. I nodded back.

I was applying the white to Dead's face with a sponge, he sat on the rim of the dirty bathtub. It was uncomfortable for everyone, but I was intrigued by him. "Why did you choose the name Dead?" I asked him. I tilted his chin to the right, applying the makeup evenly.

"It's what I should be." He replied, simply and calmly. His blonde hair was tucked behind his ears. I could feel Øysteins presence to my left in the doorway. I couldn't tell if he was watching, but it felt like his eyes were on me.

I started on the black, and Dead and I made small talk. He even told me his real name. Pelle.

"You're very easy to talk to." He said, almost observantly. "I'm glad." I replied, smiling.

"Alright, Dead. You look dead." I'd finished his make up. He looked in the mirror, pleased, I could tell, but trying not to smile as it would ruin the aesthetic. His eyes were kind though.

I went to tidy up the clown paint but Øystein approached. "My turn." He said, swigging his beer. He placed it on the counter behind me, leaning in slightly to do so. He was in black jeans and a black muscle tank, with silver chains around his neck. He sat, patiently waiting for me to begin - his eyes seemed nervous though.

I gathered more white on the sponge and leaned down toward his face. As I applied the face paint, I could feel the heat from his skin on mine. I'd never been this close to him before. I had to move to get a better angle, spreading my legs slightly so I could lean to one side with more stability. I quickly noticed his leg move, sliding between mine. I became increasingly aware of my breathing and tried to keep it steady. My hands were shaking slightly as I started on the black around his eyes.

"Look up." I instructed quietly. Piercing blue.

I hesitated for a moment before continuing to brush the paint beneath his eyes.

The party grew louder outside and I could hear more people arriving.

"There... terrifying." I smirked, pulling away, somewhat reluctantly once I'd finished.

He looked in the mirror, taking it in. Pelle came in with a wicked grin.

"Perfect. Now remember, everyone out there is a pathetic, worthless little insect." He stood beside Øystein and they posed in the mirror. I pretended to busy myself, tidying up, but couldn't help but watch.

"We are lords of chaos!" Pelle exclaimed, scrunching his face and raising devil horns.

"Destructor of worlds!" Øystein attempted to sound dark, using a deep voice.

Pelle laughed, as did I.

"No..?" Øystein blushed, even through the white face paint. I followed them downstairs to find Erik.

Øystein spun around suddenly before he walked outside, turning back to me. "Stay." Was all he said, before he was whisked away by Dead.

[jbjonesxdomme]

Strip and Worship | Para

Who: JB Jones and Wren Hummel @switchingwren When: October 13th Where: JB's suite Notes: During locktober, praise kink, body worship, massage, striptease

JB By the time she heard the knock on the door, JB had already showered and put on only a robe to cover her naked body. She opened the door and allowed Wren in and made their way quickly to JB's play room. She had borrowed everything she didn't already have and had set up lotions, oils, and anything else they might need. She sat on the padded bench and looked over the new girl. "Alright, darling. Let's start with a strip show," she said, using a remote to turn on some simply, sexy music for ambiance.

WREN Wren had loosed up a bit after her first experience with someone at Stonewall had come to pass. She had fun with Nate so she believed that the same would happen with JB. She knocked on her door promptly before 6pm dressed in a pair of light wash, loose fitting jeans and a red crop top, she knelt until the door was answered. Once it was, she followed the Domme into her playroom where she looked around at everything it had to offer. A bit of everything made her even more excited. A strip show she thought to herself, she didn’t have a lot of rhythm but she would definitely do her best. “Yes m’am,” She felt the beat for a moment, closing her eyes to help her feel her confidence and turn it into sexy. Feeling good, she began by unbuttoning her pants, swaying her hips to the rhythm as she pulled the denim down slowly revealing her locked belt. Before the pants came all the way down she left them just below her butt and turned it to face the other girl, rocking it back towards her and smiling over her shoulder while she did. After a little tease, the pants came all the way off and she kicked them to the side. “Am I doing okay, miss?” She looked to JB for reassurance.

JB JB's eyes watched Wren intently, they way her body moved as she slowly stripped out of her clothes. "Oh you're doing wonderfully, good girl," she promised, licking her lips as more and more of Wren's skin became exposed. Soon the girl was naked and JB gave her a gentle clap, "Beautiful, sweet girl." She peeled off her own robe and laid down on the bench. "Alright, sweetheart, start with the oil. It heats up when you blow on it," she said with a wink as Wren came closer.

WREN Wren began to feel more confident as JB praised her. Now that her lower half was bare, she teased at the hem of her shirt a few times before she pulled it up over her head revealing a black satin bra. She ran her hands over her breasts to the back of her straps and removed that item as well leaving her completely nude with a smile. “Thank you, Miss,” she replied with a nod. Moving closer as JB removed her robe she was excited to see the other woman’s body for the first time. She was stunning and Wren couldn’t wait to get her hands on her. Grabbing the oil she placed a good amount in the palm of her hand and blew on it to warm it up before rubbing it between her hands. “Where shall I start?”

JB JB hummed over the options, "I think we start along the arms and shoulders and you can work your way down," she offered.

WREN “Sounds excellent miss,” she says with a soft voice. Rubbing the oil between her palms and warming it up again with her breath, she placed her hands on JB’s shoulders placing her oil along the skin massaging it in alternating between strong and light touches. She then moved along her arms and down to her wrists, slowly enjoying every inch of the woman’s skin.(edited)

JB "That's a good girl," she hummed, quickly feeling Wren's oiled hands work against her shoulders, low moans purring from her lips. "Oh that's a good girl," she continued, focusing on every inch of her body Wren put pressure on.

WREN Enjoying the praise, she continued working down onto the woman’s chest. “God you’re just —“ she could barely get the words out she was so entranced by the woman’s features. Her soft skin warming under each touch. “You’re stunning.” Wren finished her sentence finally as she massaged the woman’s breasts with her hands.

JB "Oh?" she hummed, closing her eyes a minute and enjoying Wren's wonderful fingers into her skin. Her body was feeling fierce and fiery as the oil heated against her skin under Wren's touch. "You may use your mouth if you'd like, sweet girl," she hummed, opening her hazy eyes to watch Wren above her.

WREN "Please?" She whined wanting to put her mouth on the woman's skin, craving to be closer to her. She pressed her lips to JB's collar bone, then to her breasts, following to her stomach and hips taking in every inch of her as possible. Though her lips were kissing the other's hips her hands were massaging the woman's thighs and enjoying the time she had to purly worship her body.

JB "Yes, such a good girl confirming so nice," she hummed, humming softly as she felt Wren's lips toy against her skin. She gasped excited as Wren reached her breasts, one of her favorite spots to be toyed with. Her body arched off the bench as Wren played with her breasts, and massaged closer to her core. "That's a good girl," she moaned, licking her lips as she breathed heavily in excitement. "Keep going. I want to feel your fingers inside me."

WREN “Yes, Miss,” she confirmed through kisses to her soft skin, licking up the insides of her thighs. She could feel herself aching to have her lock off, her pussy dripping from the pure intensity of everything JB was. Massaging her breasts a bit more and taking her nipples into her mouth she swirled each around for a moment before she allowed her fingers to trace along the other’s pussy and clit. Teasing it lightly with her fingers she could tell her Domme was willing her for more; once she knew JB was wet she slid her two fingers into her curling slightly upward. “Oh my god,” Wren moaned out, “I’ve missed this feeling.”

JB JBs body was completely on fire as Wren delicately, but directly played with her body. Her fingers and tongue were doing completely different things but ending in the same result. “Oh yes,” such a good girl,” she moaned as she felt wrens fingers inside her. “Harder, sweetheart, move those fingers harder and faster.”

WREN She began pumping her fingers into her deeper and more quickly, the speed picking up as she got more excited at what she was doing. “You’re incredible Miss,” she managed to get out.

JB “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned loudly as wren followed her instructions so beautifully. JB moaned and moved wildly, feeling her toes start to curl and the explosion ready to erupt. “Oh keep going keep going,” she encouraged loudly, her body finally convulsing as she cried loudly, screams echoing off the walls as she came, her body shaking in pure delight. “Oh fuck!” She moaned and panted heavily, smiling up at her. “Good girl. Now you’re going to use your tongue where your fingers are.”

WREN Wren loved how she could tell that she was providing such pleasure to JB. Continuing her movements right as she found the perfect spot for the other girl she hummed happily taking in the sight of her ecstasy. “Yes m’am.” Placing her head between the woman’s luscious legs and running her tongue along her folds until she was inside of her.

JB "Oh that's a good girl," she said, voice shaking with excitement as Wren's mouth started working over her sensitive clit and core. "Oh very good, such an obedient, sweet girl," she moaned, the tail end of her last orgasm still going on as her body shook and she could feel the heat already begin to rise again.

WREN She tried so hard to not focus on herself in these moments, though of course she was dripping and wanting the touch of another — this was about JB. She was pleasing her and that was everything right now. “I’m your good girl, miss.” She replied momentarily before her tongue was back on the woman.

NATE "Mmm, yes my good girl," she moaned as she felt Wren's mouth returned to her core, sucking against her wet, sensitive clit. "Oh just like that, such a good girl for me," she moaned louder, the heat starting to burn her from the inside out and climbing her to her next orgasm. "Oh fuck! Just like that," she cried before spilling over again, her toes curling and body shaking heavily as she came again, squirting against her face and down her chin.

WREN With that confirmation she got excited. She swirled her tongue around her sensitive area, smirking with happiness knowing she was doing everything well. JB came through her climax again and this time it left Wren’s face covered. Pulling herself away she looked up at her Domme smiling at her showing her face drenched with her. “Thank you,” she replied, her tongue licking up what she could.

JB JB was breathing heavily for what felt like ages as Wren pulled herself off JB and looking lustfully over her. "Such a good girl," she said sitting up further and pressing a kiss to Wren's forehead. "I am very, very satisfied. Too bad I can't return the favor," she teased, rubbing over the belt against her. "Poor thing," she teased with a smile. "But you did so good for me, beautiful girl. So, what can I do for you? A little aftercare maybe?"

WREN “Thank you for this opportunity, Miss,” she said before she practically whined as she was touched over the belt that deprived her of touch. “Maybe when I get this thing off?” She asked sweetly already aching for someone to be inside of her. “I would love some water and maybe just some kisses if you don’t mind? I’m so touch deprived I just need some.”

JB JB smiled at her softly with a nod, "Sure thing. Come with me," she said, guiding Wren to her bedroom and pulled down the blankets for the girl to climb in. "You get in here, I'll be right back with that water," she said before heading off to the kitchen. She returned quickly, handing Wren a bottle and sliding into bed with her, letting Wren cuddle up next to her. "There we go," she hummed, patting gently at Wren's hair. "That's a good girl."

WREN Wren followed her to the bedroom, getting under the blankets in the bed as instructed. Taking the bottle of water from her before cuddling herself into the other’s arms. She took a few sips of the water and let herself relax with some deep breaths. “I was good, right?” She questioned.

JB JB nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. "Oh you were very good, sweetheart. I enjoyed myself very much. Did you?"

WREN She sighed sweetly into the kiss that was placed on her, “I can definitely say the same, I’m lucky I got to serve you, Miss” Wren confirmed looking into the other’s eyes, her hand resting on JB’s chest.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Your post about Conner's fashion changes was such an informative and thoughtful analysis and it made me wonder if it is even canon to call him punk in the first place? I never questioned it before. I aslo regrettably have not read his solo series so I am one of those guilty fans that are uninformed about their faves and just go with what everyone else says is true.

Hoo boy... This got longer than I intended to because fashion is something I have a keen interest in so you brought this on yourself but THANK YOU for the compliment and the question that allowed me to explore this.

Anyway...

This is actually a very good debate someone can have about Kon because when you examine what a "punk" is from a fashion and social perspective Kon's first look in the 90s does fit the bill but then when we examine some other details things are not quite so clear. Punk fashion in the early 90s compared to now has not changed too much; they still incorporate mixed media and textures such as leather and denim paired with metal elements such as spikes, studs, chains and accessories like belts and bondage visuals or death imagery. Ripped jeans, worn leather, elements of goth and grunge fashion with the use of makeup and piercings/jewelry all were still very common then as they are now. There are some differences with punk fashion of today compared to then, but you could look at a 90s punk from back then and know immediately what the fashion style they were projecting. So let's take a close look at Kon. Warning TW for some mild homophobia references for attitudes in the 90s regarding some fashion.

Superboy #18 Kon's got the hair, the belts, the leather jacket, the red gloves, the ear piercing and the Lenin glasses which are all in their summation indicative of punk fashion even if it is not as loud as some other examples. Back in the 90s this this was probably as punk as they could get away with for a Superman title. If you have some copies of the comics that include the letters to the editor at the end of each issue you will see how so many people had complaint with Kon's earring over everything else, with some citing their hesitation with his hair but it was mostly his earring that they just couldn't stand. Earrings on men back in the 80s and early 90s were generally considered incredibly edgy and you were either a punk, gay or some sort of deviant from society if you were a boy and you had an earring.

However even those that had earrings there was a saying that was very common back then; if you're old enough or just well read you might remember it. "Left is right, right is wrong." What this was implying that if you were a boy and wanted a piecing you had better get it done on the left side only because the right side made you gay. No I am not making this up. However even with this ridiculous fashion rule for piercings there were an insurmountable amount of people that regarded ANY piercing on a boy to be too edgy, too gay, too out of the ordinary and it was one of the most rebellious, punkish kickass things a teenage boy could do that didn't involve ink, drugs or alcohol or something illegal. One of the key highlights of punk culture is to make people mad about the right things, to question authority, to dare, to rebel, to talk loud about shit that's not right and to live authentically; Kon achieved this in his iconic look on virtue that his look was so heavily rejected for a long time until the audience started paying attention to his adventures and who he was. Kon's hero look is punk, and he did have his punk attitude moments (such as mouthing off to authority and just doing what he wanted even if it got him into trouble.) So yes, it is fair to label him as punk. However... There's is another point of evidence that shakes this up a bit. When he is not in his hero suit, and when he changes his hero look, there is almost no indication that Kon is actually attached to that rebel punk look. Here are some examples of what Kon dresses in when he's NOT in his punk hero suit in his solo 90s series c. 1995.

From: Superboy #18, #24 & #25. There's no real recognizable indication while he is in civilian clothes that he is punk other than his piercing, and one piercing although rebellious does not make him necessarily a "punk." His civilian clothes are quite common, boring and dull and typical of the 1990s. Bart's wardrobe is legendary and Kon's... is not in the comics. It's really striking how much of a kid Kon really looks when he is dressed in his civilian clothes and it is something I appreciate as he is supposed to be only 16 physically. An argument to make for punk Kon-El always is fair even in the face that none of his civilian clothes point to being punk or rebellious in nature because as stated in the post that inspired this question Kon's core identity for the longest time was circulated around being Superboy. Superboy, suit and all, WAS WHO HE WAS. He didn't have a secret identity, no civilian life, no name even until issue #59 Superboy was him trademarked packed and sealed. As time went on for Kon his outfits shifted, he got a secret identity as Conner Kent and we never saw any element of his punk fashion again really. He remained in his new iconic jeans and a t-shirt "uniform" from 2003 - 2011 and in nearly all other media his character was depicted in that particular uniform. So the argument again can be made if he perhaps WAS punk but then grew out of it, as is typical of teenagers (I used to be a grunge fashion baby but that stopped.)

From: Superboy #76, #83 and Red Robin #09

Finally the last pieces of evidence and our closing arguments come together when Kon finally comes back into continuity in Young Justice 2019... This time the writers and artists did something to almost answer this question and put it to rest on what Kon is.

When Kon finally comes back into continuity in 2019 after being in comic limbo for so long (7 years I think) we see him in civilian clothing that has a nod towards punk fashion with the addition of this fantastic and clearly PUNK jacket.

Kon wears this jacket in addition to his jeans and t-shirt hero look before he got himself zapped to Gemworld as a sort of hybrid to the two iconic looks that we relate to Kon-El Kent. And while on Gemworld Kon lives as a farmer but also finds the time to make his own new clothes which is the upgraded, more punkified version of his original design as seen below.

Kon's newest design is something he made himself (whereas his original design he did not) and has more ties to punk with more metallic elements, mixed media and military boots. Kon came sort of full circle with the new comics and in the newer comics Kon has more of a self identity than he did to start with in the original and more direct affirmations to that he is a Kent, he is also Kon and he also has a tie to being punk. So yes, I do think he is punk and it is fair to call him punk.

[byler-4-life]

So, I might've done a second, more substantial part to this little drabble here, since people seemed to like it. Shout out to @thebrokengate for putting the idea of Byler patching each other up in the Upside Down into my head. Check it out.

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The foreboding boom of thunder. The random screech of a demobat as it streaked by outside. The heavy breathing of two teenaged boys. Those are the only sounds to be heard as Will works in silence, trying to patch up the bloody gash on Mike's lower leg, the pair of them sat on the floor of the Byers' kitchen. Yeah it's not really the Byers house anymore, in the real world. But for some reason time was frozen here in the Upside Down, back on the day Will disappeared. So it was still the Byers house here. Which, thankfully, meant Will knew where to find the first aid kit along with a sharp knife to cut off the lower part of Mike's denim jeans so he could clean and bandage the wound properly.

"Hey, this remind you of anything?" Mike asked suddenly, causing Will to look up. He was surprised to see his friend was actually grinning.

"Come on," Mike prompted. "I mean, the roles were reversed, but...the bloody leg, nobody else home, the entire contents of the first aid kit spread all over the kitchen..."

Will let out a chuckle in spite of himself. "Not the Great Bicycle Crash of 1981!"

They had only been 9 or 10 years old when it happened. The two of them off biking around town on a warm summer's day. Will had been so entranced by Mike's new trick of being able to ride with no hands, he hadn't been watching where he was going (though looking back at it now, he might've just been entranced by Mike and not fully known why yet). The end result had been a nasty scrape on Will's knee, accompanied by not a small amount of blood. Since they were closer to Will's house, and no one was home, they had made their way there to fix Will up. At the time, Will had been very proud that he only cried a little bit. He didn't want Mike to think he was a baby.

"Man, I think I must've used half the bandages in the box when all was said and done," Mike said, shaking his head.

"You always have taken care of me," Will replied softly. He couldn't help the fondness creeping into his voice.

"Not always," Mike said bitterly.

Will's head snapped up to meet Mike's eyes, hating the remorseful look he saw in them. He knew exactly without even asking what Mike was referring to, that time surrounding the Byers move to California. "Hey, we talked about this. Whatever happened during that year, it's in the past. You weren't the only one to blame, okay? And trust me...what you've done for me before that...and what you just did for me now? Willingly risking your own life by following me into the Upside Down? That far outweighs a few missed phone calls. Okay?"

Mike looked like he wanted to press the point further, but Will just stared at him until he sighed in resignation. "Fine, deal. But only if you let me take care of that scratch on your shoulder. It's bleeding a little more than I thought."

Will hummed an affirmative as he finished tying off the bandage on Mike's leg before spinning around to give the other boy access. He could feel where it was, almost where his shoulder met his neck. It was more of a stinging than actual pain, but any open wound down here probably wasn't good. He couldn't see him from their current positions, but he felt a small burn as Mike cleaned the wound.

"Hmmm...this. This is how it should be," Mike murmured as he smoothed a bandage out over the offending area.

"What? Both of us a bloody mess on the kitchen floor?" Will cracked.

"No! No, dummy," Mike huffed, a small laugh betraying his words. "No. I'm...I'm just saying, you know...if you ever need it, I want to be the one to help put the Band-Aids on. I never want to be the reason that you feel you have to rip the Band-Aid off."

Will's breath caught. Was Mike....was he really bringing up that conversation now? It had to be that, right? The phrasing was too perfect a match to be a coincidence. Mike had asked Will about the painting before and why he lied. He had been angry then, and Will had just frozen up, not knowing how to respond. Mike had reluctantly let it go, but now...

"Mike?" Will turned so he could see his friend's face. There was no anger in it now, like last time. There was something different in his expression. An earnestness, an openness, a flicker of....hope? But right as the dark-haired boy opened his mouth to continue, the howl of a pack of demodogs broke through the relative silence. They had likely followed the scent of blood and now were close. Not too close, but still...they had to move.

"To be continued?" Mike asked hopefully as the two got back to their feet.

Will gave Mike a long look, a strange yet familiar feeling blooming in his own chest. One he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time. His own flicker of hope. "Yeah, definitely. To be continued."

With that, the pair took off out the back door and into the awaiting hellscape, bloody and bruised, but not defeated.

[supernaturalgirl20]

Maybe next time

Pairings: Agent Whiskey x f!reader

Warnings: Angst so much angst, mentions of pregnancy.

Summary: You love Jack with all your heart, shame you only occupy a small piece of his.

A/N: this is a request by @danichz 😊 they wanted loads of angst with whiskey always comparing you to his dead wife. Hope you enjoy 😉

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

With unshed tears in your eyes, you take one last look at the house you called home for the last year. One you thought would be home forever. Letting out a shaky breath you turn and walk towards your car suitcase in hand. Turning the key in the ignition you glance in your rearview mirror and that’s when you see him, clad in those tight jeans and denim jacket, your heart shatters even more as you make out the redness around his eyes. It’s for the best you think. He doesn’t love you, not really. Not how you want. Turning your gaze back to the road you drive off leaving your heart with him.

It’s funny how when things end you think of their beginning. Of all the good times. The laughs, the smiles, the love. It’s as if your mind skips over the bad ones the way a rock skips in water. You couldn’t forget, you wouldn’t let yourself. You had another life to think about now. A sad smile adorns your face as your hand rests on your still flat stomach. A new life growing inside. One he would never know.

The turn of the tide in your relationship started shortly after you had moved in. It was small things at first. He wouldn’t let you change anything at the ranch, she had designed it with him all those years ago and he couldn’t just erase her like that. You understood of course you did but a small part of you thought ‘where will I fit into all this?’ You occupied only a small space of the huge home, barely a blip in the grand scheme of things. Even though your heart had cracked a little, you carried on. Loved him even more.

Then the comparisons started. He would come home from a long day at statesman HQ to find you whipping up dinner. A paella, one of his favourites. “Somethin smells delicious sugar.” He would rest his head on your shoulder as he watched you cook, hands wrapped around your waist. “You cook it with chicken! Maria used to cook it with fish, it was the best damn food I ever tasted.” Stiffening in his arms you feel deflated after looking up the recipe and spending all day preparing it. “Oh! I didn’t know…I..I’ll know the next time.” You had tried so hard not to take it personally. He was only missing his wife. His sweetheart. If that had been the only time maybe you could have. It wasn’t. You didn’t clean the way she did, you didn’t use a certain laundry detergent as she did, and you didn't entertain guests as she did. Small things, but then the small things grew into bigger things and with every comparison, your heart shattered a little more until you couldn’t take it anymore. Jack had invited Champ and his wife over for dinner, he wanted to discuss the possibility of him taking a step back. You cooked and cleaned all day in preparation for that night. Dressed in that floral dress he liked. Things were going well until he talked about how he wanted to ease into retirement, he wanted to spend time with his girl, he wanted to have babies with his Maria. Quietness filled the house and a sense of sadness set into your bones as Champ looked at you in sympathy. You stood from the table and made your way upstairs to the sound of his voice calling you echoing all over the house.

You fought and fought for days after. He hadn’t meant to say her name, he wanted you. You would have believed him too if your heart hadn’t already been broken into a million pieces. “I love you Darlin” he had said, hoping his pleas would stop you from packing up what little you had. It didn’t. You couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t be someone’s second choice. You were never going to be her, you were you and if that wasn’t good enough, then you couldn’t make this work. You stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, eyes red and puffy. The small box in your hand weighs heavy. You had wrapped it that morning, a small blue box with a ribbon around it. A gift to your love, a baby grow, a cup saying number one dad and the pregnancy test all placed neatly inside. You were going to give it to him after dinner. You couldn’t beat it now. You threw it in the bin on your way out of the house. He wouldn’t care, he never wanted that with you anyway, only her.

***

Jack stood watching you leave, his heartbroken beyond repair as he lost another love. Only this time he had no one to blame but himself. He stands watching you drive away, his whole world in that grey car. When he can no longer see you over the horizon he trudged back into the huge house, something catching his eye in the bin. A small blue box. All breath leaves his lungs as he opens it and holds the test in his hands. He crumbled to the floor sobbing. History was repeating itself. His world was ripped apart. All because he couldn’t let go of the past.

Part 2

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[hoppers-babygirl]

Wounded

Author: Hoppers-babygirl

Word count: 672ish

Warnings: Tw blood mention.

kofi: https://href.li/?https://ko-fi.com/hoppers_babygirl

A/N: Just a little snippet based on a tiktok i found which inspired me. reposted by myself, trying to fix tags.

It was late at night when Cassie came home, her thigh wrapped up in a half assed bandage. Stumbling down the hallway she tried her best not to make too much noise as her mother had been asleep. Dustin came from his room to see what the noise had been all about, his face held a look of confusion before an alarmed look crossed his expression as he noticed the blood. Her hands quickly cradled his head as the other covered his mouth. Cassie ushered him back into his room and carefully closed the door behind them before she let him go. 

She whimpered quietly in pain as blood seeped into the bandage. Her eyes flicked from the mess up to Dustin’s face. “What the hell happened?” He whispered loudly, it wasn’t often he used an inside voice when upset. 

“Will you be quiet and get the first aid kit?” She hisses quietly as she moves to sit down on the end of his bed. Pain coursed through her leg even while she sat down. Dustin ran out his room and into the bathroom across the hall to grab the first aid kit. 

With a shaky hand Cassie undid the bandage to reveal three cuts on her skin, almost like a claw mark. She panted out a breath that she didn't realize that she was holding, Dustin grimaced at the sight of the sore. “Cas, what happened?” He asked as he moved to take the ruined bandage from her hands. 

“Just a bit of monster hunting with Jonathan. I got a little too close before he could light it on fire, I’ll be fine, just need to clean it up.” She hissed quietly in pain, as she held the first aid kit she looked through for any gauze but failed to find any. 

“Fuck..” Cassie mumbled under her breath. “Help me to the bathroom, I’m gonna pour some alcohol on the cut to help clean it out.” Tossing the kit onto Dustin’s bed she held her hand out for him to take. 

Dustin helped Cassandra to her feet once again, despite the slight height difference she wrapped her arm around his shoulders before the pair walked their best to the bathroom. Once inside he closed the door, Cassie tore her jeaned open a bit more. The denim is already ruined from the blood and disgusting mess the monster left.

“You should’ve used the walkie to call me or Steve..” His voice trailed off as he rummaged through the cabinet to find the rubbing alcohol she wanted just moments ago. “Yeah well I didn’t need you getting hurt plus Jonathan and I had it handled just fine.” Dustin handed her the bottle eventually and soon enough she grit her teeth and poured a good amount over the wound. 

She cleaned up the wound, dabbing it dry with a clean cloth Dustin finally found a bit of gauze and an ace wrap. Cassie waved him from the bathroom before she took the ruined jeans off to put the fresh bandage around her thigh. Once she felt strong enough she stood up, a muffled cry came from her lips as she put pressure on her leg. A whimper slipped past her lips as she stood in front of the sink to wash up her hands and face. 

Dustin knocked on the door, opening it just a crack. “Did you need anything else?” Tews tried her best to push into the bathroom to be included but Dustin shooed her away to which she meowed up at him. The sound made Cassie chuckle under her breath, “I’m okay, thanks for the help. Just get to bed before she wakes mom up.” With that Dustin went off to bed as did Cassie. 

Unfortunately flashes of the monster chasing her followed her even after she closed her eyes. As she laid in bed she gripped her stuffed bear that Eddie gave her a few years ago, close to her chest as she ran for her safety in her dark and dusty dreams. A roaring demogorgon stomped after her as she ran as fast as her body could handle. She woke up with a gasp, looking around tears began to spill down her cheeks as she rocked with the stuffed bear in her arms.

[sakinotfound]

I would like to request a modern-setting AU with Hinata Hyuuga x Male! Reader. Reader’s is Tsunade’s son and Hinata is invited to meet Reader’s mother : Tsunade. Needless to say : Tsunade will have a Polaroid camera to take photos of Hinata : her son girlfriend

Meeting your mom

Pairing: Hinata Hyuuga x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: In the request

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

"Oh c'mon mom! Seriously?" You laughed as you saw her holding the old Polaroid camera.

"Can't help it. I am a mother, you should have seen this coming." Tsunade Senju shrugged.

"Hina? Babe? Are you okay with clicking a few pictures?" You turned around to ask your girlfriend.

"Oh yeah, sure…" The ravenette replied, giving you a shy smile.

Unbeknownst to you, your mother had already taken a few candid shots of you two during your meeting at the Senju house. She knew these would come in handy someday. Nevertheless she smiled at you two, innocently.

Standing behind her, you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her towards your chest. Placing a small kiss on her hair you looked up towards your mother. 

Pretty pink dusted the cheeks of the Hyuuga as she smiled towards the lens, placing her soft hands over yours.

Hinata seemed much more at ease and comfortable than she was (which she wasn't at all) when you two first entered the house.

You knew her being anxious was for nothing, you knew her "what-ifs" and self-doubting thoughts were meaningless, you knew her fussing about what outfit to wear to fit the occasion was hilarious. 

Your mom was the chillest, most relaxed and bullshit-free person you had ever met.  She didn't care about all these things. She trusted you enough to know that your partner would obviously be someone you really liked and were compatible with. So there was no point in questioning. She and you both knew she was going to love Hina.

And she did! You were very delighted that both the women you loved so much were getting along just fine. Your mom adored Hinata and she felt very comfortable around the blonde surgeon.

Hinata was a smart girl, hard working and earnest in her job, very caring and compassionate towards everyone and a now confident woman. She had outgrown her shy, timid and meek self and developed into a phenomenal young woman.

You really did admire her, you were really proud of her.

The two sat at the kitchen chairs. And you followed behind. Tsunade offered her a glass of wine which she politely agreed to. The two ladies sat at the stools, chatting away. You didn't fail to notice how your mom was trying her best to get herself to become more comfortable and welcomed.

Hinata looked ethereal. She always did. Long black hair cascaded down her back and bright lavender eyes shone like pearls. Her silver earrings dangled from her earlobe, sparkling in the lights. She wore a black turtleneck which fit her form perfectly followed by faded blue denim jeans and black boots. 

Involuntarily a smile crept up your face as you thanked the Gods up above for gifting you with such an amazing girlfriend. You loved her so much. You were really happy to have found someone like her. 

"Oh Y/N would you like to have some wine and come sit with us? Sure mom, thanks for asking." You acted as you deadpanned at your mother for leaving you alone.

Tsunade just rolled her eyes whilst Hinata let out a chuckle. "Hush child, don't interrupt. Yeah so where was I-"

"Mom!"

"Children shouldn't have alcohol."

"I am not a child. I am grown adu-"

"You sure aren't acting like one." She retorted. 

Hinata was a bit concerned at this point. She looked at you, "I-Is everything alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah yeah!" You laughed. "Everything is fine love, we just always talk like this. Nothing's wrong." You smiled at her.

"Growing up they used to be a very rebellious kid, not listening to me at all so I had to play along with their antics. Now we just banter all the time. It's nothing to worry about." She sent Hina a reassuring smile.

When you noticed her relaxing, you joined the two in their discussion. This meeting up was successful. You were happy to introduce Hina to your family. 

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730 days | song mingi

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: angst

word count: 2k

a/n: i personally hate this piece so much, it hits a little too close to home but i wrote it decently and its still cringy gah dayum & there's no part 2 because some things are better off this way

You were in a relationship with Mingi for 2 years now and today was your anniversary with him. Lately, you could never get to go out with him on your monthly anniversaries since he was always busy with work which you understood and didn't mind about. So, you were exhilarated that you finally got the chance to celebrate a special day with him today.

You got dressed pretty early and drove to his house because you knew that he would be late or forget that you both had a date planned out since he hasn't texted you all day long.

While you were driving to his place, you turned up the volume on the radio and drove silently. The memories of when you first met Mingi flooded into your mind as you drove by the familiar street.

You fell in love with Mingi the second you saw him at a distant friend's birthday party. He was avoiding people at the party so it wasn't that hard for you to start a small talk with him. That night was definitely one of the best nights you've had, Mingi didn't even hesitate talking to you, in fact even when everyone had left, you both were still chatting away without realising it was late night.

You let out a small laugh as you drove into the street that Mingi lives at when you thought about the day he confessed to you. You had been talking to him everyday for a few months now and there was a misunderstanding between the two of you which resulted in a fight. Mingi being the gentleman he is, came to your doorstep late at night apologising and also, confessed his feelings for you.

And ever since, things have been going amazing between the two of you. Or so, you thought.

You reached the place and parked your car in front of his porch, turning off the engine before you walked to his doorstep. You felt nervous, as if it was your first date with him. Your hand reached the doorbell and clicked on it.

"Coming!"

You took a few steps back, knowing that his tall figure would accidentally bump into you by accident if he was about to walk out. Within seconds, he opened the door and came out. The smell of his cologne immediately flooded your surroundings, making you flinch a little, followed by a loud sneeze.

He was in the middle of locking his house door when his head turned to your direction, "Everything alright?"

You nodded, rubbing your nose. You managed to steal a glance at him, he was clad in a pair of light blue jeans along with an oversized white shirt, a denim jacket over it. You, on the other hand, wore jeans as well and a flowy blouse with your hair let down.

"You look pretty," He commented, making you realise he was done locking his door. You smiled at his compliment and returned one to him, "You look handsome as well."

"Where do you wanna go?" He asked, holding your hand as you both started walking. Everytime Mingi touched you, it would make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. This time, you didn't feel anything at all, not coming off as a surprise to you anymore.

"I don't know, I told you I didn't mind any place." You replied back.

"It's okay, it's better if you choose a place. I don't want to argue with you later about this." He said.

You looked at him with furrowed brows, wondering what he meant. Was he really going to argue with you before your date even started? That too, on your anniversary?

It took him a while to realise what came out of his mouth as he looked at you and tried to come up with an excuse. "I mean, I just don't want you to feel unhappy about it later."

You were obviously hurt from what he said earlier but you didn't want to show it to him, knowing that he would try to convince you to not feel this way. You hummed at his statement and looked at him, "Let's just go to McDonalds, I guess."

"McDonalds?"

"Didn't you tell me to choose a place?" You questioned him, starting to feel tired with his questions. You managed to catch him sigh and roll his eyes before he turned away, clenching his jaw.

Your relationship with Mingi was falling apart, that was for sure.

The first year together, everything was perfect and you had almost no arguments at all. You both went on dates a lot and took things up a notch. It felt like paradise whenever you were with him.

However in your second year, you felt like things started to lose its authenticity slowly. You began to argue with Mingi over the pettiest things and so did he. You've cried more during arguments with him than out of stress that now if you argued with him, you felt so numb and tired.

The relationship was getting toxic day by day.

"What's your problem now?" He finally asked, leaving a scar on your heart again with his blunt question.

"What's my problem?" You quivered, tears were starting to form in your eyes. You let go of Mingi's hand and asked him, "Why are you always arguing with me, Mingi?"

The look of fury turned into sorrow on Mingi's face as he heard your voice crack when you asked him that question. He knew that you had reached your point, you couldn't hold it in anymore. He had hurt your feelings to that point.

Yet, he didn't show any sign of pity towards you when he questioned you back. "Why are you like this? We've been fighting almost everyday."

You were on the verge of crying as tears collected in your eyes. "Why am I like this? Are you really asking me why I am like this? I've been trying my best to save our relationship every time it has been falling apart and you're asking me why am I like this? When are you going to realise that you have been screwing up our relationship, Mingi?"

He flinched at the mention of his name. You had never used his name before when you were together unless you were pissed or sometimes, jokingly. You had never used it when you were arguing as well. So it took him by surprise that his name left your mouth that day.

"Baby…"

Even him using pet names on you made you shiver, you knew it wasn't genuine anymore. He had stopped using pet names for weeks now, you didn't want to hear anything anymore. You looked at him in the eyes, hoping for him to tell you that it's okay and we would be alright. But he didn't.

Even though he put in more effort into your relationship compared to you, he was also the one hurting you the most that it was starting to drive you crazy. You loved him, you loved him with your whole heart and you didn't want to let him go. But in order for you to be alright again, you had to let him go.

Which resulted in you saying those words that you never expected yourself to say when you started dating Mingi.

"I think it's best for us to break up."

You both remained silent for a while, until you started sobbing and looked down. You hated this so much. You didn't want to show him that you were weak and vulnerable. You were at your lowest and you knew you couldn't hold it in anymore.

Mingi's hand reached to touch yours but you jerked away. "Please don't."

He immediately took his hand away and stood still in front of you. Seeing that he was quiet, you knew he was speechless and was thinking of what to say. You didn't want to look at him as well knowing that you would start to cry harder.

At the same time, you wanted him to ask you to stay. You wanted him to tell you that he was willing to fix things between the two of you. You wanted him to tell you that he loves you and he doesn't want you to leave him.

But he did nothing.

You didn't want to leave him, heck, it was stupid of you to even initiate the break up. but, you were not wrong. Mingi didn't even bother begging you to speak or wipe away your tears as he would.

You didn't want to assume things, perhaps he was hiding his pain as well as you did. Maybe it was going to take him some time to realise how fucked up the relationship was.

"Okay." He breathed out, a croak following along as he looked away.

You looked up at him, "Okay?"

"Yeah, let's break up." He said, making eye contact with you as you watched a tear roll down his cheek. You wanted to hold his cheek, wipe his tears and say that it was okay. You wanted to kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

But you didn't.

Instead, you started to cry. You covered your face with your hands as you cried in front of him. You didn't want to leave him, you knew very well you were still wrapped around his finger. You wanted to call him everyday, you wanted to text him good night and I love you everyday. You wanted to give him kisses every time he was sad after watching movies. But that wasn't going to happen.

You felt a pair of warm hands engulf you into a hug, hot tears dropping onto your blouse and Mingi held you tight for one last time. You dropped your hands and hugged him back, crying on his chest that you were starting to lose air.

You knew very well if you stayed in that position for a little longer, you would tell him that you were sorry and you would tell him to forget what you said. So, you pulled away from his hug. Mingi's eyes were red and puffy, he sniffed and looked up at the sky, holding back his tears.

You kissed him back for a brief second before he pulled away. His hand remained intact on your cheek, "It's okay Y/N, you don't have to apologise. I understand where you're coming from."

You couldn't help it. It broke you to see him in pain and you didn't want to see him in that situation ever. So, you opened your mouth to speak but Mingi stopped you by asking, "Can I kiss you one last time?"

Your eyes were glazed, you didn't know what to say. This was really it. This was happening for real and you had to accept it. You gave a subtle nod which led him to kiss you out of nowhere. You didn't move, you stood still as his kiss made you feel warm and content for one last time.

You looked down as he said that, shutting your eyes. You took a deep breath, telling yourself that it was okay and heartbreaks are normal. His hands took yours and he kissed them, before he talked to you.

"Just promise me that you won't give up on love because of what happened between us."

You had no words, you didn't even know what to say to him. You remained quiet for a while. He let go of your hands, "I love you Y/N, I always have and I always will. I'm sorry for hurting you all this while and not owning up to my mistake."

"I'm sorry too Mingi," Your voice croaked, you weren't able to tell the former cause it hurt too much in you to say it back.

"Just…" He paused, looking hesitant to continue his sentence. You could tell he wasn't going to continue his sentence knowing your answer, "Text me when you get back home."

After he said that, he walked back inside his house, leaving you alone at his porch - a crying mess. You got into your car and cried for a good 10 minutes. You wanted him to come out and kiss you, tell you to come inside and convince you to stay.

But you were both too egoistic for that. He knew you wouldn't bother his words, nor would you if he asked you to give him another chance. You looked up at his window, you saw his shadow through his sheer curtains and you could make out that he was crying as well.

No matter how much you loved him, you had to end your relationship before everything felt forced and fake. Before everything was merely a show. It was better to give your all in the relationship instead of giving only half or nothing.

So you drove back home.

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Unmiss You I Iwaizumi H.

A/N: So, I basically don’t know how it turned out like this... Not proud of this one though, kind of am? It’s honestly confusing. But hey, hope you like it!

Two A.M. At least that was the time that was shown on his phone. He couldn't remember how long since then. Or how it happened. He just knew that he fucked up.

The device rang in his hand, answering quickly, not bothering to check the caller I.D., hoping that it was you, "yeah?"

"Aww, Iwa-chan! That was quick! Did you miss me that much?" He scoffed, throwing the phone on his bed, the call on speaker as he laid back down, his arm draped over his eyes.

"What do you want, Oikawa?" He asked without the usual insult to the setter's name.

"Are you… still thinking about her?" The caller said, careful in his words, "Besides, it's what? Almost three? You're usually not up this early."

"Why do you care?" He huffed as he thought about it. He never did stay up late or woke up early unless it was to give Oikawa the support he needed. But this time it was different, he knew that, and that was because he was waiting for you.

"Geez, of course, I care! You're my best friend! And it's obvious that you're miserable without her." Oikawa could hear shuffling on the other end.

"What do I do then? She won't answer my calls o-or reply back to my messages." Iwaizumi held out a pillow, throwing it across the room in frustration, "Hell, I can't even get a glimpse of her without those crows stopping me!!"

"Maybe… She wants to move on?" It was silent for a few moments as he debated in his mind. Was she really?

"... I hope not. Because wouldn't it be unfair if… she gets to forget everything when all I want is to get her back?" He gripped onto his dark hair, tears threatening to spill, his firm look shattering to pieces, "She's all that I think about after that game. She's in my dreams, within my vision… I could even hear her at times but…"

"But what?" A heavy sigh left Iwaizumi's lips as he succumbed to his thoughts.

"You're right… Maybe, she doesn't want me back. I can't just rewind time to make it right. I can't go back to before I fell for her, to stop myself from meeting her and undo everything because I know that I'll just end up liking her. Loving her." It wasn't like him to act like this.

He was stubborn. He wouldn't stop at anything like a breakup. Instead, he'd do anything to get you back. But, with how he was right now, he doubts that he'd be able to. That's just what was running inside his head. Full of doubt and regret.

"It would have been easier that way…" Oikawa comments, giving out a sigh as well.

"Yeah, no shit. But like you said, maybe she wants to move on. And I just have to live with the fact that you can't easily unmiss a person you so badly miss." Iwaizumi let out a growl of annoyance, hearing noises from the other side of the screen,  "Oi Kusokawa, are you still listening!?!"

"Get up. Out of bed. I'll pick you up in thirty minutes." He had to blink a couple of times, trying to register the words of his friend.

"What do you mean you'll pick me up!? Oi, don't come over or I'll kick your ass!"

"Just do it, will you Hajime?" Iwaizumi mumbles incoherent words to himself, debating whether or not he should. In the end, he gives in.

"Whatever."

Forcing himself out of his bed, he dressed with what he thought was okay looking. A long sleeve grey shirt and ripped jeans, not bothering to look good for something Oikawa had planned for him. It was useless, he thought. A distraction was useless. A knock came as he opened it, the setter eyed his friend from top to bottom.

"You look like shit." Oikawa said as he went in, hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, thanks sherlock." He rolled his eyes, closing the door.

"What's with the outfit? Come on, I'll get you something else." The setter darted towards his room, opening the closet for something the dark-haired male to wear.

"Why are you here, Oikawa? I'm assuming you aren't here just to take my mind off of her." Iwaizumi questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Actually, I asked (y/n) if she could just hear you out. She'll be meeting us at the park." Oikawa admitted, already preparing for the worse.

"YOU DID WHAT!? YOU IDIOT! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" Hands wrapped around the collar of Oikawa's shirt, face dangerously close and seething with rage.

"Because you're both hurting! See for yourself!" He got out his phone, scrolling through the messages he and two of Karasuno's members had been exchanging, "Both Tobio-chan and that Small Fry has been sending me pictures of her during their practice and she's trying her best to cope, struggling just the same as you."

"Shut up Assikawa!! (y/n)... She doesn't want me back. If she did, we would have fixed our relationship by now." "I lost her because I messed up. And--" Oikawa threw a pair of jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket and a grey hoodie.

"Here. Wear this." It was also the same one he wore when they watched the game between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, "That's what you wore on your first date, right?"

"I… yeah."

"Good. I'm sure she'd like it if you wore that instead. I'll give you ten minutes to freshen up." He left Iwaizumi to get ready, closing the door behind him, "Or at least, as much as you possibly can. Geez, I can't believe you're an emotional wreck!"

Was it okay? Was it okay to see you? Did you hate him? Or did you still care? Was there still a chance for the two of you to get back together? More questions than answers and honestly, he only wanted to know if you'd take him back again.

"Hey, are you really sure she'll be there?" He got out of his room, wearing the clothes Oikawa handed him.

"I'm sure but…" Looking at him up and down again, a smile on his lips. His usual cheerful and outwardly carefree expression was on his face, "Look at my Iwa-chan, all grown up and ready to get his girl back!"

"Shut up! This was your idea!"

"Huh? Does that mean you don't really plan on fixing all of this? Are you giving up?" Iwaizumi choked on nothing, that wasn't his intention. He wasn't giving up. He just didn't know how to.

"That's not…" He was struggling to get his words out.

"Just kidding, Iwa-chan~!" Oikawa received a hit behind the head, one of the usual violent punishments he would get from his best friend, "Gah! What'd you hit me for?!"

"Shut up!"

"Is your vocabulary only limited to that?"

"Shut up!"

The walk towards the meeting place was quiet. He was uneasy. What were you even expecting from him? A sorry? To beg for forgiveness? A hug perhaps? Because he'd be ready to give you anything and everything. Shit, he should have brought that scarf you made for him.

"Huh? She isn't here yet?" Oikawa looked around but you were nowhere to be found.

"I knew it. She hates me." The dark haired male crashed down on a nearby bench.

"Now, don't go all psychic on me Iwaizumi. I was only late." Standing up quickly as if he didn't drown in his sorrows sitting on that wooden seat.

"(y/n)!" The setter greeted, tackling you into a hug.

"Sorry Tooru, did I make you wait?" You asked, pulling away from his hold.

"Nope! We just got here. I had to make sure Iwa got all dressed up instead of coming here only in sweatpants. Or those nasty jeans I saw him wear when I got there." He shuddered when he felt Iwaizumi's glare hitting his back as he raised both of his hands, making his way to the sides, "Well, I'll be way over there before Iwa-chan hits me again!"

"So…" The both of you start, the male clearing his throat when you didn't open your mouth to speak.

"Uh, you go first." He gestured towards you as you shook your head.

"Tooru asked me to listen. Now, talk. I still have to help Kiyoko and Hitoka in handling the boys." Iwaizumi nodded, realizing what little time he had to explain.

"Right." He began, rubbing the back of his head, "Oikawa told me everything… that happened that day.

• • •

You have been meeting up with Oikawa for the past few days now. You planned on surprising him on your third anniversary and with his best friend's help, you knew he'd like it, especially if he and his team win against Shiratorizawa. Well, you want your team to win too, but can't choose which side you'd support so, you decided that whoever wins would avenge the other.

Aoba Johsai lost.

His team lost and you stood there at the balcony crying your tears out, both in frustration and happiness. The latter because of your team and the former for the loss. You excused yourself, looking for any of the third years in the team. And you happen to stumble upon Oikawa.

"Tooru!" You shouted, running towards the setter.

"(y/n)? Shouldn't you be with your team?" He asked, looking around for the crows. Or at least, his little rival other than Ushijima Wakatoshi.

"They'll understand why I left. But most importantly, how are the two of you? How's Hajime?" It was your turn to look for your boyfriend.

"I'm… not sure. Iwa-chan's probably with Mattsun and Makki. The others should be together." You nodded, grasping both of his hands in yours.

"I'm sorry for what happened, you were all really great! I promise we'll beat up Ushiwaka's ass for you two!" You declared, earning a chuckle from him.

"It's fine, (y/n)-chan." Oikawa ruffled your hair once you released his hands before remembering something, "Hey, why don't you give your present to him, I'm sure he'd like it especially when you've been at it for weeks. Isn't it your anniversary today? It'll help him a lot." You hugged the man in front of you, appreciating the help and support he has given you.

"I hope so. Ah well, thanks again for the help Tooru, I really appreciate it. I'm happy that Hajime has a friend like--" You were then cut off by a shout, your name echoing throughout the hall.

"(y/n)!!"

"Hajime! Great timing! I've got something--” You rushed towards him and was about to give him a hug when the look on his face made you stop.

“No. You don’t have to. I can see it perfectly clear.” Iwaizumi said as your brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” You asked, glancing at the other two third-years behind him who only shrugged.

“What do I mean?! I should have known that you liked Oikawa from the start! We lost the game and the first person you went to find was him!? Unbelievable (y/n), unbelievable!” He bellowed, glaring at the two of you. His eyes were clouded with grief from losing and seeing you with his best friend triggered something he didn't want inside of him.

“W-what? That’s not true. Look, I just managed to bump into him and--” He cut you off again, his hands clenched tightly.

"Yeah okay, blame it on that!"

“Hey Iwaizumi, I think you should calm down a bit.” Hanamaki joined in, placing a hand on the shoulder of their vice-captain.

“Yeah, they were just talking. (y/n) was probably comforting him and asking for you.” Matsukawa added, getting ready to help his best friend if Iwaizumi ever decides to punch away his anger.

“Bullshit! I know what I saw! How do you explain those past few days huh?! I wanted to ask you out before the Interhigh and it so happened that I saw the two of you together. I ignored it because I trusted you!” He held back, not to get him and his team kicked out and bring shame to the school in his final year. Though it was painful, he knew he needed to get rid of it verbally, "If you wanted him then you should have said so from the start! I would have understood. So, I'm letting you go. That's what you want right? To be free from me?!"

"H-hey now, you don't mean that right? Why don't we take a seat a-and we'll talk this out, yeah?" You offered, walking towards him cautiously.

"Talk? You still want to talk?!! I'm done (y/n), okay!? Just leave me alone! I never want to see you ever again!" He lashes out, his emotions controlling every bit of his sanity.

“Idiot! You’re a total idiot!!” You screamed at him, closing your eyes in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. You don't want to let him see how weak he's making you, not in a situation like this.

“How did I become--!!”

“I asked Tooru to help me think up an idea for the gift I wanted to give you for our anniversary. He’s your best friend so I thought it was okay and that he’d be able to keep a secret. But surprise, surprise, you don’t like that kind of thing. You don’t need to be jealous of someone I don’t have feelings for! But hey, I guess you don’t trust me like you say you do!” Shuffling through your bag, you pushed an Aegean hued scarf with Olive colored horizontal lines near the fringe, “Here, take it. Burn it for all I care. We’re done.”

'Did she..? No wait, don't move. I'm sorry..' He thought, he couldn't voice the words out and even if he did, the damage was already done, 'Why can't I…? (y/n) please, let's talk…'

"Goodbye, Haji-- no, Iwaizumi-san…" Saying his last name added salt, tons of it, to the biggest wound ever inflicted on your heart. And on his too.

'I said don't go..! I can't reach you if you do. I can't feel myself, please don't go.' Again, the words wouldn't dare leave his mouth as he was also afraid that he'd say something wrong. He didn't dare blink, wanting to still see your figure within his vision, 'Let me see those hands again, I'll kiss it all better. Just don't leave me…'

"Oi, Oikawa!!" Suddenly he was on the floor with a bruised cheek and an angry setter in front of him, being held back by the other two they were with. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I get it that you're like that towards me but (y/n) didn't do anything wrong! She asked me for what you wanted and this is the thanks she gets!?" His grip on his collar was tight as he was still able to get close to him despite being held down by two of their friends, "You saw those bandages on her hands right? Well, she made that scarf all by herself just for you! She did that despite knowing nothing about knitting!"

"I…" He started but, as if you were still there, the words he so wanted to stay retreated back down his throat.

"What!? You what, Iwaizumi!!?" Oikawa snapped, almost on the brink of insanity like how Iwaizumi was before you left, "Got anymore bad things to say about her!?!"

"Zip it, will you?! I know that she didn't do anything wrong! It's just my fucked up and tired self making all the excuses!" He looked down, burying his face in his hands.

"Y-you could still run after her. I'm sure she'd--" One of them said, patting his back.

"She won't. Six years and never did she go against her word once she's made up her mind. It'll take a shit load of convincing but, I doubt she'd want me back." He gave out a huff, walking away until his best friend stopped him.

"Then you've just got to be stubborn like usual and try your best." Oikawa spoke, pumping the depressed Iwaizumi up.

"Huh? Ah, y-yeah…"

• • •

"How long has it been since you last slept?" You asked him, caressing his cheeks with your thumb as he leaned into your touch.

"What?" He blinked a couple of times before sighing, "I slept, maybe for just a few hours before waking up again because every time I close my eyes, that face you gave me that day keeps coming back to me and…"

"And?" He didn't want to tell you but, this would be the chance that he couldn't take hold of on that day.

"And there's this stupid scene that keeps playing in my dreams, during that fight we had, you left and when I saw you again, you were so happy with someone else and that broke me." He wanted to cry but all he could do was ball his fists with his brows furrowed in anger. Anger towards himself and his stupid decisions, "My last words to you that day was to leave me alone. That I never wanted to see you again. But, I was wrong. I still want you here by my side. I still want to see you. I still want to hear your voice every morning after I wake up and every night before I sleep just like before."

"Iwaizumi…" You started but your words just went in one ear and out the other as he continued.

"What I'm saying is, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I fucked up. That my jealousy got in between the two of us. It was dumb of me and Oikawa's supposed to be the childish one." He chuckled bitterly, mostly to himself. Now that he spoke his mind, it was silly of him to feel that way. To feel, was it inferiority? "I guess I still wasn't used to being the one getting the attention instead of him who's always surrounded by fangirls everywhere. Or believe in the idea of someone who would actually love me and not use me just to get to him."

"Iwaizumi, never in my life was I attracted to him. You know that right? I told you this once before." He held both of your hands, placing the other on his cheek. It was as if he was touch deprived and wanted to make up for the times he was away from you.

"I know. It's just that… letting you go that day was the hardest thing I've ever done. I couldn't even stop you, I just stayed there. I tried, believe me, I tried but I couldn't. I wanted to make you stay. But losing my last game in high school and all my emotions were over the place that it took a toll on me." Iwaizumi admitted. Sighing for who knows how many times now.

"It's okay. I understand." He stared at you, confusion written all over his face.

"No, you don't! I'm not blaming this on my loss. I'm blaming this on myself, for doubting you. You've been loving me so right despite studying in different schools and all I did was hurt you! Days after we broke up, I've been feeding myself these useless reasons not to see you, telling myself that you're mad at me and that you don't need me anymore. I'm sorry. Please hate me…" He was crying, he didn't care anymore if anyone saw him so… vulnerable. You wiped it all away, a smile on your lips.

"Hajime." You started. It was the first time in weeks since he last heard you say his name, "I love you."

"W-what?" These words were the least he expected to come out of your mouth but, he wasn't complaining either.

"You heard me. I love you." You repeated before you giggled, "Sure yeah, you were totally an ass for not listening to me but it doesn't change the fact that I still love you. And I also heard from Tooru that you haven't been like yourself since that day, my fault entirely. I should have thought about what your reaction would be.

"You know… I tried to come up with tons of reasons to just give up, so we both wouldn't have to hurt like this. It would have been easier for both of us. But, I can't. I don't want things to be easy between us. Everything you do makes me fall for you over and over, deeper than the last time. And hearing you say that you still love me, makes me realize that I should have tried even harder." Iwaizumi hugged you tightly, afraid that this was all a dream and was about to wake up. Or was he going soft just for you? Because it was obviously not because of Oikawa.

"So, what do you want to happen to us? What's your call?" You asked looking up at him.

“What’s this? Are you two okay now?” The childish devil on Iwaizumi's shoulder popped in between the two of you, “You are! That’s great! I’ll tell them right now--!”

“You, hanger bastard! I’ll beat you up--” He was about to give Oikawa a piece of his mind when he heard your voice echo in his ear.

“Hanger bastard? What’s with the new insult?” You laughed out loud, the wing spiker smiled, missing the sound, "Where'd you get that?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm sure Mattsun and Makki want to get a say in this too." He suggested, receiving a nod from you.

"Hey Iwa-chan, you guys don't have to diss me every time you get jealous!!" Iwaizumi scoffed, ignoring the setter.

"Anyways, I'll fetch and take you home after practice. We've got a lot of catching up to do." He offered, intertwining both of your fingers together, “We can even start now, I’ll walk you to Karasuno.”

"I'd like that, Hajime."

I gave you my heart and I don't regret not taking it back. My attention is yours and no one else's from the beginning until the end. 

[theaspen]

CHAPTER 2

pairing: soobin X reader

genre: fantasy, fluff, crack

warnings: cuss words

word count: 1.8k words

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Do I have to do this?" Soobin groaned irritably, shifting around uncomfortably in his new clothes. It was one thing to actually do the deed; now he has to look the part as well?

Kai, who was fixing his outfit, smirked at him. This was an entirely new (and might he add, adorable) look on Soobin.

His usual denim clothes and tight jeans were now replaced with a sweater vest over a shirt that was slightly loose and baggy mom jeans. Perched on his nose were round glasses- making him the perfect for the boy-next-door adorable and wholesome guy.

The only thing that would really complete the look was Soobin's smile. But all morning that only thing that he sported was a nasty scowl. Usually, he did look intimidating when he was angry, but now with the new clothing he was wearing, he just looked cute. But Kai didn't say that unless he wanted his finger broken.

Yeonjun opened the door, half interested, half focused on his phone, to give one last look over to check if Soobin got the green flag to go to earth. As soon as Yeonjun looked at him, he smiled so wide that Soobin would have rather preferred to switch careers than go to earth.

"Green looks good on you," Yeonjun mumbled.

"Ugly looks good on you too," Soobin bit back, thoroughly annoyed with everything happening, but Yeonjun who was too used to his responses just laughed. He thrust a piece of paper in his hands, and the urge to bite the angel's hand overtook him, again.

"What's this?" He asked.

"This paper contains all the information about the girl. Her name by the way is Y/N."

Both Soobin and Kai exchanged a look.

"Isn't Y/N the girl who got in trouble with the seven sins?" Soobin asked, confused.

Kai looked even more incredulous, "Really? I thought she was the angel that retired to live with a human?"

"Guys there are many Y/N's in a world with seven billion people. The people that disrupt our usual order just happen to have a common name that is- Y/N. However, her name isn't important. This Y/N is different." Yeonjun explained.

Soobin wasn't listening completely; his focus for the most part was on the paper skimming over the important details.

She's got a phobia of raccoons? Well, that's a first. Maybe he should just dress up like a raccoon to scare her, but before he could work on that thought, he felt a gush of wind and a quiet all the best before he found himself standing in front of a tall white building.

And then he was in a place worse than hell itself - college.

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"And this is the psychology department. The canteens and the vending machine are over to the right! Call me if you need any more help!" The girl said enthusiastically.

Soobin bit back a snarky response and instead gave her a tight-lipped smile. The morning had started off horrible, first of all, Soobin didn't even ask for a tour! But the girl insisted she help him when she spotted Soobin looking slightly lost when he was just in fact searching for Y/N.

"Thanks for that. I think I'll be fine on my own." Soobin said, gritting his teeth.

Said girl then pinched his cheeks and Soobin had to hold himself back from flipping her off for having the audacity to touch him.

"Awww you're so adorable!, I'll leave you to it then! Catch you later Soobin!"

And I hope I don't see you again because I might just hit you!

Thankfully enough, he did not have to deal with any other girls tucking their hair behind their ears and speaking in a pitch that made him want to barf, his focus now was solely kept on finding Y/N.

Turns out, he didn’t need much assistance with that either. He knew had found his y/n when someone cursed way too loudly, and he had dramatically turned his head backward, almost sighing in relief when he saw your familiar face contorted in disgust.

You had your hair up in a messy bun (of course you did) and you were frantically rubbing at your coffee-stained blouse, and the said coffee was lying toppled on the bench.

Soobin had to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he watched your figure.

Alright soobs, guess it's time to go do your guardian angel duties! (God forbid he ever refers to himself as an angel, ever.)

Putting on a sickeningly sweet smile on his face, he grabbed a handful of tissues from some poor kid’s tray earning a “hey man,” from the kid but Soobin really didn’t care. He made his way to the said girl.

Now was his time to act like a handsome gentleman.

Just smile and help!

Soobin came forward putting on his most irresistible face and pretending to chuckle at your clumsiness like he was not lowkey judging you two minutes ago.

He handed you the tissue, making a painfully slow show of swiping it on your chin and muttering 'you had some coffee on there.'

He immediately backtracked, however, when instead of the head over heels expression he was expecting you seemed to have narrowed your gaze at him, a fire in your eyes waiting to be unleashed on someone and Soobin just happened to be the first one in line.

With an irritated groan, you resisted the urge to dump the coffee upon him. Truthfully speaking, this guy genuinely seemed sweet. But you were having a bad day already and right now you were in your most pathetic state. It seemed that everyone just kept on testing you and this person over here seemed up to sacrifice himself for your wrath.

Smile. Laugh. Be kind. That was what Yeonjun had said to him.

But what was he doing right now? The complete fucking opposite.

It wasn't Soobin's fault really! He had simply given you the same treatment you had given him! All he wanted to do was help you and you had lashed out at him muttering curses until Soobin couldn't help it and had shouted a loud 'fuck you.' He was petty enough to not let someone else have the last word.

And that was how he ended up with both of you pulling at each other's hair. The fight nearly got physical. Someone had come in trying to interrupt and calm you down and he could only assume that the boy attempting to soothe you down must have been your friend.

After several(painful) attempts to get each other to stop pulling hair you had stalked off calling the kind boy who had helped you a nugget-sized-betrayer.

The other boy had shot him a sympathetic smile as if to say, 'Trust me it isn't always like this.' and had fled after the girl, leaving Soobin alone in this god-forsaken place.

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"Well, then what the hell did you expect?" Yeonjun boomed at Soobin as he finished telling today's encounters. The poor angel had come with high hopes (his mistake really, I mean Soobin was a devil!) And then after re-telling the dreadful story, his stress levels seemed to have spiked up.

Soobin knew he was at fault and had already prepared himself for an earful of scoldings.

"She's a Y/N for god's sake Soobin. What did you expect? A normal girl? All Y/N's come with problems! I thought you would know that and be more mature about this!" Yeonjun yelled exasperatedly.

Soobin groaned at the way Yeonjun kept looking at him."Is it too late to give up?" He threw his head against the headrest, as Yeonjun nodded. "Too late my man, too late."

Soobin let out another groan, mumbling "Yeonjun have I ever mentioned how much I hate you?"

Yeonjun just chuckled at that. "Yes you have now," he felt just a tiny bit bad at how desperate Soobin looked, "do you want a cupcake?"

Yeonjun opened his palm, revealing a small conical structure, with paper lined on its outsides. "A cupcake?" Soobin eyed the structure with suspicion, "what's a cupcake?"

"Oh, it's a snack that humans eat. It's really good, try it out!" Yeonjun let out enthusiastically.

"You aren't trying to poison me are you?" Soobin mumbled but still took the tiny object, sniffing it.

"Why would I poison you, you're my slave- I meant I need you to take care of our dearest y/n."

Soobin Rolled his eyes, half-heartedly biting into it.

"You idiot, take off the paper!" Yeonjun scolded, taking the paper out for him.

Soobin bit into the soft substance. And what the fuck.

God, humans ate stuff that tasted this good? All Soobin fed on as a devil was the nectar and occasionally an apple or something. And it wasn't like devils needed to eat. They just lived on as long as people believed in them- so eating - Soobin hadn't actually eaten anything besides the occasional food given to him.

A low moan left his mouth as he stuffed the rest of the cakecup or cokeup or whatever into his mouth, relishing in its taste.

Yeonjun looked at Soobin with amusement flickering across his face. "It's good right?" He asked receiving a bright 'yes' from the devil.

“Luckily for you, I found a whole bunch of this stuff in a lunchbox today.” Yeonjun beamed looking happy and extremely proud of himself

Soobin frowned a bit, taking another bite into the soft and fluffy cake, “You can do that? I mean just grab it..?”

“Sure you can! I do it all the time and the humans haven’t said a thing!”

Soobin awed, the human world isn’t so bad after all?

“Anyway,” Yeonjun said, his face stuffed with various food trying to accommodate it all before he goes back to heaven, “I've found a place for you to sleep in for the time being.”

It was hard to take Yeonjun seriously when his face was stuffed and his cheeks were bulged out but Soobin managed to keep a straight face anyway

“Here take the keys, I'll give you your next assignment of bonding with Y/N soon, for now, you have to take some rest; you're on earth so your body levels and energy levels are lower than normal.”

Soobin could see what Yeonjun was talking about, devils didn’t need sleep and they usually don’t feel tired but this time he could feel his eyelids drooping, and his legs turning into jelly

Quickly grabbing the keys from Yeonjun he teleported to the location, technically because of the risk he wasn't allowed to do that but what Yeonjun doesn’t know won’t hurt him

The night had turned cold and he could see the skies littered with stars. A part of him was at war, the sight was beautiful and they never got to witness it in hell, now that he thought about it he barely witnessed anything good in hell.

Trudging inside the apartment, he threw his bag and flung his glasses on the bed. Without waiting to check out the rest of his surroundings he headed straight to the kitchen. His stomach grumbled in complaint and Soobin was delighted to see two whole boxes of blueberry cupcakes.

He licked his lips, “Sweet.”

He grabbed the box and slipped under his covers, his last thoughts revolving around the fact that maybe earth isn’t so bad if it had such generous humans and tasty food, and such pretty scenery.

With crumbs of cake littering his chin, Soobin finally let his sleep overtake him, hoping that whatever 'bonding assignment' Yeonjun had in mind for him and Y/N would be better than their encounter today.

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There chapter 3 everybody sorry for the late update

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[mcrmadness]

I'm starting to think there is no difference between the sizes in these jeans I recently bought. Let's say that I've bought a size X of these jeans before, they were perfect until they no longer were. Because they're quite cheap stretch fabric/denim, they will turn from perfect to slightly too big in just a couple of days or weeks.

Because of that, I thought the fabric was just too old already as that happens with jeans by time. But that could not be true because I bought them like. A few months ago at max? So I then tried on one size smaller jeans and I couldn't even pull the up past my knees, so I was like "ok no can do" and bought a pair of the size X again. Except that in just 2 weeks, the same shit happened to them. Now they look like baggy pants, you can TELL the size is too big for me!

So what I did the last time was to just buy the one size smaller jeans because I have been losing weight recently, so much so that I might even run out of my belt soon and I have been using that same belt for over 10 years??? Anyhow, back to those jeans. After I had bought them, I tried them on at home and suddenly I had no problems with pulling them up, and they fit perfectly. Almost too perfectly which makes me scared of the same thing happening to them soon, too. And I now have TWO PAIRS of that smaller size because I learnt from my previous mistake: if you find a good pair of jeans, ALWAYS buy at least two pairs of them in case the first one breaks down or whatever and then you wouldn't be able to find the exact same model from anywhere anymore. I mean that has happened to me now twice, so that's why I have two pairs of size X and two pairs of size Y.

BUT if these will stretch he same way size X does, then it means I should buy a pair of the same jeans but yet again smaller size. And I honestly don't know if the sizes X and Y even have that much of a difference. There is a small difference on he waist area but if these will strect similarly, I'm pretty sure I'll soon end up with 4 pairs of jeans that are basically the same size even if the tags on them would say 2 different sizes.

Anyway, didn't really think that losing weight would be this fast and even annoying. Before I had to constantly buy new clothes cos the old ones got too small, but now I'm going the other direction and honestly I'm a bit worried for that belt because it's so good belt. Old and looks like it too, but boy has it been serving so well. It does fit a few more extra holes, tho, so I can add those if I need but after those there will be the studs on the way because it's a studded belt. And the reason for why it's still perfectly intact is that it's made from real leather. I bought it from a local shoemaker years ago after going through maybe 3-4 different studded belts made from fake leather and all of them fell apart one way or another - except for the real leather one. And I'm not sure where to find a similar studded belt made from real leather when the shops here sell these cheap fast fashion ones - if even those because these studded "leather" bracelets were a thing around the early 2010s but not so much anymore, so it's hard to find even new bracelets as my current ones, also, are falling apart.

Of course I could ask the shoemaker if he takes belt or accessory orders and makes those himself, as I don't think those are that difficult as a job. I mean, I had to work with leather in horse school and all you need is a sewing machine and tools and string made for working with leather. And I'm anyway ready to pay a bit extra for something hand-made when it's still local cos it will definitely pay itself back and also supports a local smaller private entrepreneur.

Anyhow, I'm now gonna attach my chains and the belt to my smaller jeans. I just modified them a bit, meaning: I cut holes on the knees as usual. Let's see if they will look and stay nicer looking for a bit longer. Otherwise I have to see if I can fit into that twice smaller size than X. And now as the Berlin trip is approaching too, and it means loads and loads of walking around, I might actually be even "smaller" once the trip is over. Which is not a bad thing, I've been a bit overweight ever since I started antidepressants and I never got rid of those extra kilos even when I quit the meds, and ever since that I have been "trying" to get rid of those but have failed. Looks like the key was to stop drinking milk, after all.

So now I just have to wait until my body is done with this weight loss season. It can go on only so much because of my bone structure. So I believe it should stop eventually and then I'd be normal weight again. Cos I'm still eating relatively normally. Maybe not as much or often as one should, but I literally just left out the milk as a drink in November and suddenly in 6 months I have lost... something. I don't know if kilos, I don't know if centimeters, but still something. Clothes sizes? Belt holes? Something that I tried to get rid of for 10 years but my body wasn't having it, I was even working with horses and sometimes loosing a bit of weight only to gain it back. I bet it was that milk. Just too much protein and fats, as protein, also, turns into fat if it can't be used (aka you don't move enough). I bet it's what happened, and now I'm drinking water instead of milk and my body had finally understood that water is a drink and not something we need to direct out of our body 3 times the amount we drank 5 minutes earlier.

Occasionally I still might drink milk but with my habits it's always all or nothing, I simply can't drink just a glass a day. It's always half 0,5-1L a day, so the wisest thing was to just quit altogether since I cannot regulate my milk drinking habits at all. And it's funny how I still have that milk addiction in my brain and if I don't drink water before eating, and I get thirsty during the meal, my thought is not "I'm thirsty". My thought is "I NEED MILK. NOW." and the crave for milk is insane. I can't even describe how overwhelming it gets! But if I drink water before eating, I have no milk craving. That's fascinating.

Idk how I got here with this post but my point was: I'm loosing weight and keeping up with my weight loss is nice but also slightly annoying cos clothes turn too big so fast, but at least it's still slow enough that my skin can keep up with the weight loss. And because of all this I've become suspicious over these two sizes of my jeans and if they even actually are different sizes at all. It's anyway just one brand, and in another brand the same size might be way too small for me.

Also writing the milk/water part made me thirsty. I need water. Now.