#to be crystal clear i thought it was being sarcastic

[theeconstantcompanion]

oof.

I literally. I thought this was a radfem post. I thought that was an awful lot of notes for a joke that was pretty dark but accurate. I looked at the replies. I look at the OP's bio.

they're serious. I mean it may be a joke but like that's... what they're doing. Drugging the issue when the teen is obviously depressed. So where actually is the joke, other than the idea of....killing your parents? When there's no indication abuse other than the fact that something is happening to the child? (Can't rule it out, absolutely, but that's just one of dozens of possible explanations).

[evie-sturns]

skinny dip - Chris Sturniolo

summary: where a late night beach trip with your boyfriend chris turns into skinny dipping with him.

contains: fluff, swearing, skinny dipping, a bit short cause i’m busy as shit.

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8:55pm

i lay a pink striped towel across the cool sand, the entire beach is completely empty except for chris and i.

chris flops down on the towel,

“chris! you’ve put sand all over it!” i groan,

he almost giggles, a stupid grin on his face as he lays back on his elbows.

i huff sarcastically before sitting down beside him,

the sun rests on the horizon, creating a glaring sunset.

“you know, this sunset is almost as beautiful as you.” he smirks,

i burst out laughing, “you are such a cornball oh my god.” i say in between laughs as i clasp a hand over his mouth.

“what!! i thought that was a good one!” he pouts, trying to hold back a smile.

i wrap my arms around his waist and cuddle close to his side, resting my head in the crook of his arm.

a peaceful silence stays between the two of us, the only sounds being the waves crashing on the shoreline, alongside seagulls squawking.

“did i ever tell you about my fear of seagulls?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“no….” i say back, my eyebrow quirking up.

“oh god, well when i was like 6 or something at this beach, matt decided to throw his whoooole lunch into the sand and all the seagulls came down and took over our setup”

“you are JOKING.” i laugh, he shakes his head

“i wish i was.”

i giggle before sitting up,

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10:56pm

by now the sun has almost fully set

the water looks crystal clear from what i can see, and the moon is casting light on the water.

the waves are small and clean, and i’m overheating on this towel.

“chris.” i say,

he looks up at me with a small hum,

“i wanna go swimming.” i state, he shakes his head,

“we can go back to the house for swimsuits, but i didn’t bring ‘em.” he replies,

“let’s just skinny dip then i don’t know!” i grin,

he laughs it off as a joke,

“no actually, just think-“ i start but chris cuts me off

“last one in the water is a rotten egg.” he says,

“you are an ACTUAL child.” i reply with,

i look over at him and he’s frantically tugging his shirt off,

i pull mine off, discarding it on the towel, my bra follows shortly after.

i scramble up onto my feet and undo my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles, doing the same with my panties.

just then i see chris charging past me, his feet kicking up sand as he runs down the beach.

i almost fall over the towel as i run after him, catching up to him.

our loud laughs fill the empty beach as he wraps his hands around my waist, picking me up as he keeps running,

“chris!” i squeal, he throws me over his shoulder as he runs into the water with us.

the waves hit his knees forcefully, causing us both to tip over into the sea.

he finally lets me go, i float up to the surface where chris is spluttering out water.

“i think i just drank half the ocean-“ he coughs,

“that wouldn’t of happened if you didn’t snatch me up!” i laugh, looking at chris.

his features are barely lit up from the lack of light, but i can see the outline of him.

the water sloshes around my waist,

chris reaches behind me and grabs my ass, picking me up, i wrap my legs behind his back.

suddenly he launches me two meters in the opposite direction, i scream as i hit the water.

he ducks under the water as swims over to me, grabbing my leg.

i squeal, he comes up to the surface with a wide smile,

“christopher- i swear to god i thought you were a shark i’m gonna kill you.” i breathe heavily, inspecting his face as he holds back a laugh.

“i’m sorry for scaring you sweetheart.” he grins, grabbing my hand.

my teeth chatter together, “are you cold?” he asks,

i nod, he spins around and i jump on his back.

i slide down his bare back as he attempts to take us out of the water,

he finally makes it up onto the sand, and i slide fully off of him, my back hitting the sand

“oh-“ he says, looking back as i lay in the dry sand.

he flops down beside me, the sand sticking to our wet bodies.

he rolls over to me, coating himself fully in sand

“you’ve made it worse!” i smile, he pulls me close to his waist and press a kiss to my lips

“i love you” he pecks kisses all over my face,

“love you to.” i grin, taking handfuls of sand and sprinkling it on his chest

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[revasserium]

hiii can i pls request zayne with prompt 60 “home”? also love ur writing btw and i look forward to reading more of ur works <333

send me one + a character and i'll write u a drabble

60. home

zayne; 2,264 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", whipped!zayne, implied sex, fade to black, zayne being a simp as per usual

summary: a friday afternoon

a/n: idk i just love writing dialogue for zayne he's so !!!!

The Hospital - Friday, 4:36PM

Linoleum floors and fluorescent lights; the smell of antiseptic, the rhythmic beeps and hums of heart rate monitors and nebulizer machines. He spends too much time here, knows the flow of the hospital like he knows the web of arteries and capillaries in the human body, the wards branching off of each other, the hustle and bustles of nurses and staff familiar, oppressive.

It is only in the quiet of his own office, with its big windows and even bigger piles of paperwork (be it virtual or physical), that he ever allows himself to relax. He glances at the vase of brightly colored tulips on his desk and allows himself a grin. He remembers the shape of you, can feel the weight of your hand in his as you’d tugged him around the farmer’s market on Sunday morning, pointing at the various vendors, asking to try a bite of this and a bit of that, until finally, you’d come across the flower seller — a middle-aged woman with a sweet smile and a gleeful glint in her eyes as she explained about the language of flowers.

“There’s sunshine in your smile,” you’d repeated, looking down at the yellow tulips before grinning up at Zayne.

“Perfect for you, isn’t it?”

He could hear the tease in your voice, see that familiar playful twinkle in your eyes and he’d raised an eyebrow before wordlessly handing over a few bills from his wallet.

And now the flowers sit, quiet save for all their brilliance, on his desk, in a simple vase filled with crystal-clear water. He stares at it for a second longer before pulling out his phone and swiping it open to your contact.

Coming home early today, he texts. Immediately, a typing bubble appears, and a second later, a short shoomp sound as your reply appears on his screen —

oh? dr. zayne leaving work early??? is the sun setting in the east today?

He chuckles to himself before dialing your line and a second later, your voice answers, a little hesitant.

“Hello?”

“If you’re going to be sarcastic, at least do it in person.”

Shuffling noises, and then — “Not my fault you’re never around for me to be mean to you in person.”

Zayne leans back in his chair with a sigh, “Hn. How’s shopping with Tara?”

“Fun! But my legs are getting tired…”

“I can meet you at the main shopping center around 5:30.”

A moment of quiet, and then “Ah… but that’s still an hour from now…”

Zayne scoffs, “I could stay till 7PM like I usually do —”

“No, no! That’s… that’s not what I meant — I’ll see you at 5:30, then? Don’t be late!”

You end the call before he can protest and for a second, Zayne stares at the screen, the picture of your smiling face fading after another few seconds as the phone screen darkens.

“Doctor? Your next patient is here,” the nurse calls through his closed door.

“Yes, I’ll be right there.” Zayne glances once more at the yellow tulips on his desk before pushing himself up and adjusting his white coat. He’ll have to make a note to change the water soon.

City Center Shopping Mall - Friday, 5:38PM

“You made it!”

Zayne turns at the sound of your voice to find you slightly breathless as you jog up to him, coming to a stop a few steps away.

“You sound surprised.”

A blush dusts your cheeks as you avert your eyes, “I — I’m not! I just thought… you might be a bit later than this.”

Zayne keeps his expression neutral even as he reaches out to take your hand, casually lacing his fingers between yours. He feels you give him a small squeeze and contents himself with letting you take the lead as the pair of you start to wander through the mall, glancing at the window displays.

“Oh… that smells good!” you both pause as the smell of scallions and garlic warms the air. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, “I think it’s coming from that restaurant over there! Tara was telling me that it just opened a week ago and it’s already going viral online for their stuffed pancakes —”

“C’mon then.” Zayne starts off for the restaurant.

“W-wait! We don’t have a reservation! We’ll never get in!”

Zayne keeps walking, gently tugging you behind him till you both round the corner to see a truly impressive line outside the restaurant doors. He walks passed the massive line straight to the front where a smiling girl in a flowery apron stands at an electronic podium, taking down the names of the next party in line.

“Is Liam here?”

“O-oh! Uhm, I think so!” the girl blinks, surprised as she looks down at her reservation list, “May I ask who’s asking?”

“Zayne.”

The girl nods as she slips into the restaurant. Beside him, you look up, confused.

“Do you know someone here?”

Zayne nods but doesn’t explain any further as the smiling girl comes back and motions for you both to follow her.

“Right this way Dr. Zayne! Enjoy your meal!”

Zayne gives your hand a small tug as you stumble after him, the confusion on your face blossoming into something like surprise as the pair of you duck into the bustling restaurant to be greeted by an enthusiastic young man, around Zayne’s age, his sleeves rolled up, a bandana tied around his forehead.

“Zayne! You should’ve told me you were coming!”

“It was a last-minute decision,” Zayne supplies, shaking Liam’s hand firmly, pulling you into his side even as Liam’s eyes slide onto you.

“Oh… is this the girl you were always talking about back in —”

“I think we’ll take a booth in the back, thanks,” Zayne cuts him off with a loud cough, already making for the back of the restaurant. Liam laughs good-naturedly, leading you both to a booth tucked in the very corner, away from most of the noise and bustle.

You inch into the booth, casting Zayne a curious look.

“Is that the owner? How do you know him?”

Zayne doesn’t look up as he glances over the menu before pushing it towards you.

“We went to medical school together. Pick anything you want, it’s all very good.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, “And he decided to become a chef instead?”

Zayne’s lips twitch, “Is that so unbelievable?”

You shrug, looking down at the menu at last, pursing your lips, “No… it’s just… did he drop out of med school then?”

Zayne shakes his head, “No, he was one of the best in our year.”

“Oh. Then…?”

Zayne taps the menu, “I thought you were hungry.”

You blush, looking down, “I am!”

It’s not till the middle of the meal that Zayne speaks again —

“He said it didn’t make him happy.”

You look up, your cheeks bulging with food. Zayne watches you swallow with a concerted effort, reaching out to wipe at your lips with an indulgent smile even as you swat at his hand.

“Liam? About… being a doctor?”

“Yes. And… in a way, I understood him. He said that the kitchen’s always felt more like home.”

You purse your lips, looking at your half-eaten stuffed pancake.

“Then… does the hospital feel like home? To you?”

Zayne chuckles, leaning forward to add some more veggies to your bowl with his chopsticks.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Then…” you trail off, waiting for his answer. There’s a familiar color seeping into your cheeks as Zayne looks you over before his eyes flicker down to your bowl.

“Eat. Or else the veggies will go cold.”

Zayne’s Apartment - Friday, 7:01PM

“I’m so full!” you slump down onto his couch with a long sigh, patting your stomach.

“You were the one who wanted seconds of dessert,” Zayne says, hanging up his coat and turning to join you on the couch. You make a small noise as he lifts your legs and lays them across his lap, his thumbs absently digging into the backs of your calves.

“Ow…” you make to jerk your leg away as he hits a knot but he only grips your ankle and pulls it back with a soft tut.

“Hold still.”

You bury your face in one of the couch cushions as he continues to silently knead at your calf muscles.

“There, better?” his voice is soft now, tugging on the frayed ends of your subconscious as you turn your head to blink at him, a bit dazed.

“Yeah… lots better. Thanks.”

You make to get up but he loops an arm around your back and lifts you easily from the couch, bridal style.

“Zayne?”

“You’re staying the night, right?” he asks, even as he makes for the bedroom.

“I — I am?”

He glances down at your face as he sets you down on his bed.

“I can still drive you home if you want —” He makes to pull away.

“No! I — I can stay. I mean — I want to stay.” You reach up to tug at his shirt, fingers crumpling the material as he stills. You can feel your cheeks blazing as his gaze flickers over your face before settling on your lips.

“Alright then.”

There’s a breath’s pause before you give his shirt another tentative tug and he tips forward with the motion, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.

A soft groan bubbles out of you as Zayne presses you back and back and back, until he’s caged over you, trailing hot lips down the line of your neck, skimming his teeth along your collarbones.

“Mm — Z-Zayne…?”

He pulls back, his eyes a bit unfocused as he looks you over — you can feel the weight of his gaze as it flutters over the planes and ridges of your face, from the arch of your brows to the line of your nose. You can’t help blushing beneath this intense scrutiny, and you tug once more at his shirt, your fingers somehow having inched up to his collar, one of your fingers hooked into the top loop of his buttons.

He reaches up to cover your hand with his, fingers easily curling around your smaller hand.

“What is it?”

You lick your lips, stomach twisting, the base rumble of his voice sending shivers shaking through your body.

“Nothing just… I don’t remember you drinking at dinner so…”

He leans down to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand before dropping it back to his shirt collar.

“No, but… alcohol’s not the only thing that might cause someone to lose hold of their senses…”

You watch as his eyes darken at your intake of breath, the way his grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly.

“Then…” you swallow, eyes fluttering shut as you feel his lips trail back up your neck to your jaw.

“Are you going to make me say it?”

You let out a tiny whimper as he presses a leg up between yours, his breath now hot against the lobe of your ear.

“Say… what?”

Zayne pulls back just far enough to cock an eyebrow at you. And like this, you’ve never seen anything so alluring — the sight of him with his shirt tugged open, his eyes blown dark with desire, his hair slightly mussed from your eager fingers, his lips kissed pink, his cheeks warm with color.

“Hn. Is this my punishment then?”

“For what?”

“For being late to meet you.”

You fight back a grin, “Well… you did say I could be mean to you in person.”

Zayne lets out a sigh, “Alright then.”

You walk your fingers up his chest before pushing him back till you’re both sitting up again. He waits patiently for you to push him down and straddle his hips, slowly tugging open the buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie till it hangs undone around his neck. You lean in to press a soft kiss to his chest and revel in the way he hisses.

His fingers reach up for your hips and you catch them with a quick shake of your head.

“No touching… not till I say.”

Zayne stares at you for a second before relaxing and letting his hands fall back onto the sheets.

And it’s not until you lean down to kiss at his exposed abdomen that he groans, head tipping back. Then, a second later, you find yourself pinned beneath him, breathless, Zayne towering over you with parted lips, the moon casting stark shadows along the lines of his face.

“I said you could be mean… I didn’t say I wouldn’t retaliate.”

After, when the pair of you are curled into each other like pieces of jigsaw puzzle that’s finally found its missing parts, his breath warm along the nape of your neck, Zayne finds himself smiling.

“It’s always been you…” he murmurs, though he’s nearly certain you’re already asleep, your breathing sweet and level, your body pliant and perfect against his.

He laces his hands between yours and drops a soft kiss onto the skin of your bare shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter what I do… or where I do it… because my home has always been… you.”

[nincompoopydoo]

hi i have a req for your vday celebration for this line 'have you no compassion for my poor nerves? ’ for theseus scamander!! going on a trip with newt looking for some new mythical creature to draw and you somehow get injured and theseus gets worried so like angst + fluff pls

IN SEARCH OF A GRECIAN BEAST

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Reader WORD COUNT: 1.1k SUMMARY: As you, Theseus, and Newt find yourselves on a secluded Grecian beach along the Aegean Sea, an endeavor unfolds to seek out a Hippocampus. However, plans don't turn out as expected. A/N: An angsty yet light-hearted fic in a way. Hope you guys love this lil Theseus one-shot~ WARNINGS: near drowning. angst. Newt literally has no compassion when he’s excited about his beasts lol. PROMPT: “Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?” [from this prompt list] MASTERLIST

“Pray, Theseus, allow yourself a respite! Quit moaning and come with us,” you whine with an exaggerated, sarcastic tone as you trudge down the rocky slope that leads to a stretch of golden sand. Newt is way ahead, feet already on the sand as he scuttles across the rugged coastline that looks upon the Aegean Sea.

Theseus huffs at your words, watching the way your linen top billows in the sea breeze, gleaming under the scorching summer sun. He decides he has no other choice than to follow begrudgingly. He stumbles on his feet, shells crunching at contact, and sees you looking back at him, eyes bright. The curve of your smile goes unnoticeable.

“I thought we were meant to be on holiday,” he calls out to you and his brother.

You merely laugh, and Newt responds without turning back, “Nobody mentioned a holiday, Theseus.”

Theseus scoffs, “Well, I presumed it was, considering you invited me to Greece. Of all places!”

Without warning, you abruptly halt, swiftly turning to face him.

“We find ourselves on this beautiful, secluded Grecian beach, and you're complaining?” You gesture to your surroundings in big movements, arms moving in sweeping motions.

You’re right, he’s being dramatic. Perhaps he finds himself a little sceptical towards your shenanigans with Newt. How you were always closer to his brother than him, even though he never dared admit it to himself that he wished it was the other way around.

Theseus is silent when you fix him with a stern gaze, nearing him. “All I’m saying is, you should loosen up a little.”

There it is. That glint in your stare. It’s hopeful.

Theseus realised long ago that he would do anything for you and be anything you wanted him to be.

“I am loose. I can be loose.”

Your laugh comes off more like a scoff. You don’t believe him one bit. “Right.”

Then, your fist connects with his arm. It’s playful, just like old times. Theseus winces, his palm instinctively rubbing his bicep as he shoots you a maddened look. Despite the irritation etched on his face, the subtle curve on his lips betrays it.

You laugh again. It’s light and sends his heart thrumming faster than ever. 

“Come on –”

"Look!" newt exclaims, his voice ringing out excitedly. “Over there.” He points toward the shore with the widest grin Theseus has ever seen.

You immediately grip Theseus’ wrist, pulling him along as you dash towards Newt.

“Hippocamps,” you breathe out, merely a whisper, eyes trained on the clear waters beyond.

Theseus turns to you and clocks on your wide-eyed gaze. Your mouth hangs slightly agape in utter awe as you take in the scene unravelling before you. Glints of deep blue swirl under the crystal waters, their scales glistening like scattered glitter under the Grecian sun.

Then, you release your hold on his hand. 

“I’m going in.”

The brothers snap their heads to you, “What?”

You turn to Theseus, “I know these creatures better than anyone. You know that.” Then, your gaze shifts to Newt, “Even more than you, Newt.”

A beat. He sees that you’re now looking at him expectantly as if you need his assurance. That he trusts you. He really doesn’t know why you need it.

“Just… be careful.”

You purse your lips and nod. “I will.”

The waves lap rhythmically as you approach the waters cautiously, gentling wading through and towards the Hippocampi. The water rises to your waist. You catch a hint of a tail under the sunlight, iridescent and reflecting the ocean's blue and green hues.

You take a deep breath – the key is to be calm. Extremely calm. You extend your palm, luminous kelp in your grasp, hoping to lure the creature.

Then, its head emerges from the waters, a horse for a head. The creature curiously eyes the kelp in your hand as you watch in controlled excitement as the others drift closer. You cannot help but smile.

Yet, something beneath you rumbles. It’s so slight that you almost miss it. But it sends a rippling uneasiness to your surroundings that it alarms the creatures. The air shifts, and before you know it, the Hippocampi sense an unseen threat and quickly disappear into the ocean.

Your smile drops.

You see it, a sleek form of green drifting in the depths beneath you. It glides through the water with stealth.

Ashore, Theseus senses your concern. “Something’s wrong.”

Then, he sees you turn to them with panicked eyes.

Abruptly, the water erupts with a powerful surge, and a beast rises from the depths and leaps into the air. Its mane of waterweed cascades with its movement.

It’s a Kelpie.

Newt and Theseus watch in stunned silence.

As the Kelpie vanishes beneath the waves, you’re gone.

Theseus’ heart drops.

Instinctively, Theseus calls your name, charging towards the place you stood moments before. In his sprint, he throws a quick, urgent glance over his shoulder at Newt, who scrambles closely behind, his expression etched with mirrored exasperation.

“Why in Godric’s name is a Kelpie doing here?!”

“That’s a good question –”

Theseus isn’t listening anymore. He can’t think right now, his heart pounding fiercely. Each step intensifies the knot in his stomach.

He finds himself slicing through the waves and propelled beneath the surface. His vision goes blur momentarily; elusive silhouettes move around him like drifting shadows. But as his eyes begin to take focus, he sees Newt, a feet away, seemingly going after the Kelpie.

Theseus whirls around, eyes scanning his surroundings.

He sees you, conscious. You’re looking at him with wide eyes, struggling to stay afloat.

Theseus closes in, and he reaches out, arms enveloping you. With a forceful pull, you are brought to the surface, head heavy against his chest. Your sharp gasp pierces the air, it resonates loudly, but it settles a sense of relief in Theseus.

As you’re pulled to shore, you’re induced into a coughing fit, water forcefully expelling from your lips. Theseus hovers above you, his hand on the back of your head, lifting it from the ground in an attempt to ease your choking. His other palm rests against your cheek firmly.

He says your name, his voice laced with reassurance, yet his gaze lingers with a perpetual panic as he hovers above you, the sunlight casting a halo through his tousled hair. Theseus looks truly distressed.

“Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?!” he exclaims, exasperated in all his dramatic and uptight glory.

“Just… trying to keep you on your… toes, that’s all,” you manage to croak out.

Theseus's laugh passes off as an exhale and grins, shaking his head. Quickly, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You instantly feel your cheeks start to burn.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

You just smile. “No promises.”

Then, laughter echoes in the distance. Both of you turn to find Newt emerging from the shore, eyes bright.

"That was incredible!"

[somewhere-south-of-neutral]

So, I just saw episode 4 of the Percy Jackson show, and my initial thoughts are:

Suzanne Cryer absolutely stole the show as Echidna, her performance was believable and genuinely frightening, and it absolutely made the episode.

On that note, I really like the continuation of the trend from the previous episode of the monster being kind of right but then taking it in the wrong direction. All of the themes of the gods being not good guys but just slightly less bad guys are there in the books, but I like that they are making an effort to flesh that out earlier and fold it into Percy's character

When Annabeth was explaining that her mother had taken away her sanctuary as punishment for embarrassment, you could feel Percy's anger at the concept (or maybe I was projecting). Anyway, this was both great acting and great thematic layering. You can see Percy's dislike of the gods crystalizing, and alongside the way he refuses to expect anything of Poseidon I'm really looking forward to seeing how they lean into the themes of accountability moving forward. It's part of what makes the series so great and I'm glad that they are pushing towards it and not away from it.

Moving back a bit, I really liked that it was clear that Percy was the only one who didn't know how to talk to a cop, because it fits with their characters on multiple levels. In addition to the fact that Percy is the only one of the three who is a white boy, he is also the only one who hadn't spent any time as a homeless kid. The way that they each respond also characterizes them well. Percy immediately starts getting sarcastic and defensive, and might end up accidentally saying something incriminating-sounding, so Grover, the peacekeeper, cuts him off to defuse the situation, telling the officer that they weren't there and nothing else. When the officer keeps pushing, Annabeth, who, like Percy, is somewhat defensive but also knows not to talk to a strange adult, ESPECIALLY a cop, when something supernatural and/or legally incriminating just happened, immediately clarifies that they are not under arrest and are not obligated to answer these questions.

Sally Jackson

Chimera was genuinely very cute, which was nice

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

This is the second part to my Eddie Munson x Henderson reader series, it was heavily inspired by Breathless by The Corrs. Enjoy 💞💞

Read part one here

Let me know if there's anything you would like to see in this series 💌♥️

💞💞

Wasn't it bad enough that you ran to Jacob here. Did you really have to see Eddie Munson too.

His eyes meet yours from a corner of the room. The pulsing music of the band that's playing is beginning to give you a headache and did... Did Eddie Munson seriously just wink at you?

Once again you marvel at your brother's continued admiration for this asshat. It had been mere weeks since you were properly introduced to Eddie and the memory was still crystal clear in your mind.

Now that you met him, he seemed to pop up everywhere you looked. At Hawkins High you had successfully avoided him for years but now he was always popping up close to you and annoying the crap out of you.

Always with that stupid smirk on his face and those dimples on show. You're sure he's seeking you out, it's just a feeling but you're certain he likes making you flustered and teasing you.

Now he's infiltrating the party that Chloe's friend has thrown so you can't even escape him outside of school. Dustin still thinks the sun shines out of Eddie's ass so you can't even escape him in your own house.

Eddie waves at you from across the room, a sarcastic little wave that sends prickles of annoyance down your spine. You consider flipping him the bird but you won't stoop to his level.

Jacob has been trying to get your attention but Eddie is taking up most of your thoughts. Not even Chloe's gushing about her amazing date distracts you.

Who does Munson think he is? Your fists clench at your side and you sip your drink, attempt to turn your back on him and avoid him. Unfortunately that's impossible.

Steve and Robin join you when Chloe spots Taylor and excitedly rushes over to her. That's when Eddie comes over and makes his presence known.

Steve and Robin greet him happily enough. Hang on wasn't Steve jealous of Eddie stealing his kids'attention (Dustin and his friends) and worried that they thought Eddie was cooler than him? Now they were getting on and joking together.

"Oh Eddie, this is Dustin's sister...' Robin is just about to say your name when Eddie chuckles quietly and you glare at him.

"Oh we've met. You miss my presence already princess?" Shit you thought you'd get some respite from him away from school and your house but oh no. That wasn't going to happen.

Steve and Robin look between the two of you and you don't like that knowing look that Steve gets in his eyes.

"Hardly. Even here I can't escape the Eddie Munson experience" he sprawls on the sofa beside you and takes up most of the room, he's wearing a t-shirt by the band Judas Priest, a leather jacket, black boots and ripped black jeans.

He's fidgety and constantly playing with his rings, you can't help but sneak a peek at them. Eddie catches you staring and you fight that flustered feeling once again. It was beginning to be annoying that Eddie made you feel this way so easily.

"Sweetheart it's okay, you don't have to hide how into me you are" he looks so smug as he says it and you nearly fall off your seat.

"What?" you demand and he laughs, big brown eyes sparkling with mischief and delight. You notice Steve and Robin hiding their laughter.

His gaze meets yours then very slowly trails down to your lips and it lingers there for a few seconds. It's enough time for your heart to skip a beat and that butterflies in your belly feeling.

Fuck. "There's no way I'm into you Munson. You drive me nuts. I don't know how my brother puts up with you"

Far from being offended by your insult Eddie's grin gets bigger. "You can't stand me but that doesn't stop you from wanting to kiss me princess. I can see it in your eyes" you fume silently and shake your head.

"Didn't you say that I needed to remove the stick from my ass? Why on earth would I even entertain the thought of kissing someone who I can't stand" He shrugs and swipes one of your pieces of chocolate.

"There's a thin line between love and hate milady" love... As if you would ever fall in love with Eddie Munson.

"You can keep dreaming about that Munson. It's never going to happen" you snap and he's still smiling. Count to ten... Don't let him get to you.

Why was he getting to you so badly and making your heart go a mile a minute. There's a small, tiny part of you that knows exactly what this is but you refuse to believe it.

"Who says I want to kiss you anyway bitchy Henderson?" Ugh! You feel like screaming. Wait a minute... Two can play at his annoying game.

You peer up at Eddie and bat your eyes, move a little closer to him and your gaze lingers on his lips then slowly you meet his stunned gaze... There's something in those big brown eyes that sends your heart into overdrive again.

Nope. Don't get distracted. You needed to focus.

"You don't? I can see it in your eyes Munson... Why don't you dream about that tonight" you move away and smirk at his dazed expression. It clears and then suddenly he's glaring at you.

"You tricked me" you get up and blow him a kiss.

Score one for you. Eddie Munson - zero.

💞

So go on, go on, come on, leave me breathless

Tempt me, tease me, until I can't deny, This loving feeling (loving feeling)

Make me long for your kiss

Go on (go on), go on (go on)

Yeah...

Come on

Breathless - The Corrs 💞

Tags; @eddiesdrummergf @catherinnn @haylee-e @eddiemunsonfuxks @costellation-hunter @anxiousobserver @rcailleachcola

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Watch Your Mouth - Max Verstappen

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scenario - after a self-proclaimed 'mistake' of a night with Red Bull driver Max Verstappen, you run into him the next day at the Monaco Grand Prix. All we'll say is he's not overly happy to see you.

Monaco. The most magical place in the world. You could smell money as you wandered down the pavements and nearly everyone was famous in some capacity.

You came every year to the grand-prix, and it had nearly become a tradition. But, what you never had expected, was running into a lot of the drivers in the club you frequented any time you were in Monte Carlo.

Surprisingly, you had gotten along really well with a certain Dutchman, and you had both stumbled into his hotel room, shirt buttons being undone and dresses being unzipped. As much as you tried to lie to yourself, you couldn't dispute that it was one of the best nights of your life.

The next morning, you woke up in a tangled sea of sheets with an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, pair of arms wrapped around your waist. For a few moments, you led there, recounting the nights events.

Not long after, the man next to you woke up, and hopped out of bed. Checking the clock, he rushed around getting dressed in his Red Bull apparel and dashing out the door. All he said to you was, "Feel free to order room service. I'll see you around," as he left you, naked, in his bed.

As expected, you were less than impressed. You felt like a bit of karma was in order, so you ordered the most expensive room service you could find - even if having lobster for breakfast wasn't ideal, it still tasted incredible.

To top it off, morning drinking didn't sound horrendous, you thought the best champagne on the menu would suffice. And oh boy it did. Leaving the dirty dishes behind, you slipped out of bed and stole a hoodie as well for compensation.

You forgot about the night as quickly as it had gone by, and headed to the Monaco GP with your paddock pass in hand. Scanning the pass, you wandered down the grid, taking it all in. Of course, you had to go to the pit lane to look around before everyone was cleared off for the race.

You peaked in the Ferrari garage, spotting Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz in the corner, talking about something. You couldn't help but fangirl, and all of that was increased when you walked by Lewis Hamilton.

Even if you did come here every year, it never got any less mesmerizing and awe-inspiring each time. As you continued, you bumped into someone who was definitely in a hurry to be somewhere. "I'm so sorry, I-" you started, but then you saw who you had bumped into.

"Oh, it's you," the Dutchman scoffed, looking you up and down. He had to admit, he could see why he had taken you home last night, but he couldn't get distracted right now. "It's lovely to see you too," you sarcastically smiled, his tone was far from pleasant.

"I wonder what the papers would say if they found out that F1 World Champion Max Verstappen was the kind of guy to fuck and run," you smirked, watching rage cloud his crystal blue eyes.

"Watch your mouth," he quietly scolded, leaning in closer to you to try and stop someone else from hearing you. "Is that what you really want? You seemed to quite like it last night," you teased.

Suddenly, Max grabbed your arm and dragged you through the Red Bull garage as quickly as his legs could take him. Opening a cupboard and slamming the door behind him, he flicked on the tiny blinking light in the room.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll keep that goddamn mouth of yours shut," he spat, his finger pointing in your face. He had fucked up. And he had fucked up with the wrong person. "Last night, you seemed to like it wide open," you carried on, loving the sight of him all flustered and scared. You wouldn't say anything to the papers, but he didn't need to know that.

Max sighed, in his head he was trying to find a way to solve the problem. "Don't say anything," he commanded, moving closer to you until your back bumped into the wall. "Funny, you were begging for the opposite a few hours ago," you winked, lapping up how hot and bothered he was getting. 

You let your mouth fall open as your imitated moans fell from your lips. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be transported back to his hotel room, the rest of the world locked outside of the door. "Fuck Max, harder," you whined, throwing your head back against the stone of the wall. 

As Max watched you, he was unsure of what to do. His jaw twitched uncomfortably as he listened to the sweet sounds of you. Was he aroused? Yes, yes he was. But now wasn't the time for this.

Without warning, Max pressed himself against you and pinned your hands up above your head in one swift movement. Aggressively, he stole your lips with his. It was surprising, but your tongues danced together in a perfect harmony. 

Ripping his lips off of yours, he looked down at you - lips puffy and cheeks reddened. "I thought that would shut you up," he smirked, loving having the upper hand right now. There was just something about you that drove him wild, and he nearly didn't recognize the man he was around you. 

"I think you're going to have to do it again, I might just start running my mouth," you pouted, and it didn't take long for Max to dive back into the kiss, grinding against you. "What's the time?" He asked.

"You're the one wearing a watch, you tell me," you scoffed at his silly question.

"I've got five minutes," he told you, taking one of his hands away from your wrists that were still held above your head. "We can do wonders in five minutes," you smiled, the devilish glint in his eye telling you everything you needed to know.

Max attached his lips to your neck, and you both knew that you'd struggle to stay away from each other. A lot can happen in five minutes, and you two knew you'd be a testament to that.

A/N - I have a few things to say here so bear with me. Part three of 'Baby Fever' will be out soon, I promise! Would you guys like a part 2 to this? Also, this is my favourite header I've made. I just love all the blues and Max looks great soooo....

|masterlist|

[cheshiresaf]

The sun's warmth

| A Leona oneshot of what I imagine might have happened in the sequence during his overblot. I wish we'd gotten more depth into it, especially since he's such a complex character.

! Semi-canon divergent!

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"From the moment I was born, Ive had to bear the weight of a burden unfit for a child so young."

The sun had shone valiantly the day the young prince had been brought into the world. But, the birds ceased their singing, and those dim rays of light quickly began to fade.

The plan had always been for there to be one heir. One child to carry on the noble Kingscholar lineage. The King and Queen had fulfilled that plan, and along had come Farena, the shining star in their lives.

But with it had come a price.

The Queen, Amirah, had never exactly been in the best of health. It had only deteriorated after she'd had her son. Thankfully, she made a quick recovery. But the doctors told her that it would be a great risk if she were to have any more.

And yet, there Leona was.

He'd never been planned. Not like his brother. It had been easy to tell, even for a kid who had been 5 years old.

They'd been born 10 years apart, and monarchies such as the one his family followed required the eldest child to be the heir to the throne. 

Besides, Farena had always been treated better than him.

The attendants had always dawned over him like hed been their own son, murmuring endless praises of how 'bright' and 'cheerful' he was. Whenever the Crown Prince had passed, they made sure to ask about his day, easily and willingly making conversation with him.

His father always put Farena above him, for he was always the priority. His brother could have gotten anything he wanted with so much as a simple ask. Leona had taken note of the conversations they used to have, both of formal and informal topics. Yet, there'd always been that underlying hint of love sprinkled in. Whenever his brother smiled, the affection had been crystal clear on his father's face.

It was never like that with him.

The same attendants who adored his brother to no end always chided him. He was moody, closed off, selfish, rude. He truly wondered why, he'd sarcastically snarked to himself. They cowered from him, eyes alight with fear and worry for their well being. All because of his magic.

He'd never asked to be given the power to cause such destruction. He'd been just 5 years old when he had discovered it. By marring the face of his very own personal attendant, in what he'd thought had been a normal childish meltdown. Did they think he'd meant to do it? That he was some sort of monster, a calamity that had befallen the royal family's ranks?

His father didn't care to so much as spare him a glance. What was he meant to do with his second son, the spare? Conversations were non-existent, short exchanged words slowly dying down over the years with change. As he'd grown older, Leona had begun tirelessly studying in the royal library, cooping himself up to one of the desks for hours, perched walls of books shielding his view of the outside world. Once he'd reached his teenage years, exhaustion and realisation had hit him like a truck, and he began shielding himself from view once more. Only this time, he'd stayed in the comfort of his room for extended and unhealthy periods of time.

There was a reason why he didn't remember much from the years after he'd reached 10, and before he'd come to Night Raven. There was nothing to remember. He'd slept through half the days of the week, rotting in his bed as the energy began sneaking away from him.

The only exception had been his mother.

Even with her health rapidly deteriorating after Leonas birth, because of his birth, she never loved him any less than she did Farena.

It wasn't his fault. Nothing was.

It wasn't his fault that she wouldn't be there to see him grow. It wasn't his fault that the attendants around the palace hated him. It wasn't his fault that he'd been given the power to destroy.

It wasnt his fault he was unloved.

How could a child have controlled the circumstances to be in his favor?

For the years she'd been around in Leonas life, he remembered her with nothing but fondness and love in his tired heart.

When he had turned 1, she had been the first to congratulate him. She'd snuck into his room at midnight, the light of the moon reflecting her features as she'd whispered to his ears a soft, "Happy Birthday, my little prince". He'd been so confused, blinking sleepily up at her. She'd chuckled at his reaction, urging for him to go back to sleep. Amirah had sat by the foot of his crib, her son's tiny hand in hers as she reassured him. "We have all the time in the world."

When he was 2, the boy had grown a little bigger. He remembered the day he'd first learned to walk. With each stumble, she'd kept encouraging for him to keep going. With wobbly feet, he'd finally managed to get across to her. She let out a laugh full of pride as she'd gently picked him up. Shed held him close to her chest, murmuring "I knew you could do it, Leo."

When he was 3, was when his curiosity had really started to set in. It was the prime age of all toddlers to grow imaginative aboutthe world. He had mindlessly flipped through the large pages of his children's books, not quite getting some of the material. And so, he'd rushed to his mother's room, moving as fast as he could on those little legs of his with a load of books in his hands. His mother had seemed surprised when he'd suddenly burst through the door, but as usual, she welcomed him with open arms. They'd sat together from the afternoon long into the night, Amirah doing as best as she could to explain to her young son. The boy listened as eagerly as he could, sitting still for as long as possible. Until eventually, the soft lull of his mother's voice began to sound like the sweet melody of a lullaby. Hed nodded blearily by the time night had fallen, his small ears drooping. On those days, Amirah let him stay in with her. And as expected, she always held him close to her heart, hands supporting his small head. "Goodnight, Leona."

When he turned 4, Leona began to slowly grow into his features. He'd tilted his head as he'd stared at himself in the mirror. He noticed he looked alot like his mom. The colour of their eyes was the same, a royal shade of emerald. His brown curls, he'd gotten exactly from her. He remembered the time he'd tried braiding some strands of her hair with his little fingers. It hadn't turned out pretty, really. But his mom had kept them in for the whole day. Later in the day, he'd told his mom how happy he was that he looked so much like her. To look like the person he loved so much.

When he turned 5, he took more notice. His mom was growing more sick. She seemed more frail, more lethargic. She didn't have the energy to chase him around anymore to take a bath, nor did she have the energy to play hide and seek with him when he used to hide, afraid of getting his nails cut. Even so, the light in her eyes never diminished. One particular night, he'd crawled into her bed, gently tugging at her sleeves like he had always done. Even with how exhausted she was, she'd sat herself up, brushing the hair out of his face as she'd smile down at him. Always loving. But this time, she'd been melancholic.

"My little prince, mommy might go away soon." She'd muttered softly. "And.. I won't be coming back."

He'd stared up at her confused, earning him a soft chuckle as she begun to explain. Her sickness had recently taken a turn for the worst, and she'd been told by the nurses and doctors to prepare any day now. Yet, she'd gently stroked his hair all the while, in hopes of soothing his heart.

Leona hadn't quite yet processed it. Why did his mom have to go away? Why couldn't she stay? He wanted her to stay with him. She was all he had.

And before he knew it, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Amirah had brought him close to her chest once more, and perhaps for the final time. Shed held him there for as long as she could, humming a soft lullaby in his ears. She'd kissed the top of his forehead, whispering to him right before he fell asleep. "Don't forget that I love you, Leona."

......

Perhaps it was a good thing he'd gotten his scar. The one that marred across his left eye. If he looked too closely into the mirror, all he saw was the spitting image of his mom staring back at him. The scar set them both apart.

He didn't think he could handle it if he was reminded of her every single day.

In the years after her death, he'd found studying as a way to cope. He had read tirelessly in the library, hoping to earn some form of recognition if he proved his intelligence.

And for a while, it worked.

Until he came along.

The day Prince Cheka had been born had been a real turning point for him.

Nobody cared to take note of how hard he'd worked. The hours he'd spent rereading college material at the age of 10, to the point he'd constantly cried tears of frustration and annoyance if he didn't get it immediately. The constant exhaustion after staying up all night, to get not a single question of concern regarding the eyebags under his eyes that seemed to big for a child such as he.

All of that? Thrown out the window as soon as his nephew was born.

Unlike the day he has been born, Chekas birth was celebrated. The irony of it, considering the topic of his birth had always been ignored. He shouldn't have gotten annoyed at a child. It wasn't his fault.

But the burning frustration within him couldn't be ceased.

And boy, did his relationship with Farena only complicate things further.

His older brother had always been nice to him. He wondered if he would have been loving too. If only Leona hadn't pushed him away.

It burned, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much effort he out in, he would never be first.

When would he get to see his mom again?

He'd finally learned how to tie braids now. He desperately wanted to show her, reaching out to do them on her brown curls just as he had when he was a child.

Was returning to her warm embrace such a bad thing to ask for?

[sottwntr]

KB Buffet.

Karina aespa x male reader.

gender: (I'm not good at this).

warnings: i don't speak english well, i use a translator. In the one shot, few people are going to know that Karina's name is Jimin, ok?

author's note: this chapter may contain some inconsistencies, since I am not fluent in english, I am not a native speaker, I may or may not have a next part, it depends on the support I have the chapter receives and my encouragement to do second part.

The sound of the rain hitting the apartment window couldn't be more comforting, as could the hugs of the beautiful black-haired woman that the young man had in his arms.

“You must be very cold, come here, Jagi.” The boy said as he stretched out his arms to hug the girl even more.

Karina sighed contentedly as he wrapped her in a warm hug. On days like these, I loved spending the day without going to work, just with him, being wrapped up and hugged.

He loved being in (y/n)'s arms, enjoying the warmth he gave him, the loving kisses he left on his cheeks and lips, he loved feeling him close to his body, he loved his voice, his beautiful voice.

“Karina! Karina! Wake up! It's time to go!” Someone shouted while moving the girl.

Karina sat up quickly. I did not understand; A few seconds ago she was in her room with her husband and now she was gone. He moved his head to the sides several times to clear his gaze and focus on the person in front of him. She expected to meet her lover, but to her pity she found a boy almost her height, with black hair and a piercing in his nose. Focusing more on the young man in front of her, she recalled the past events.

. 💘 .

The black-haired woman walked through the huge buffet, standing in front of the large door where she would enter as (y/n)'s wife and through which she would leave with a signed divorce.

With determination he opened the door and entered the office, greeting everyone with a bow. Her gaze fell on her husband, soon to be ex-husband. He looked a little tired, but he still looked imposing. She had always liked that about him, that in front of others he showed his hard side, while with her he showed his loving side.

(y/n) had slight dark circles under his eyes, he wasn't looking at her, he had his sights set on the young woman next to him. He looked up when the woman next to him made Karina's presence known to him. He looked at her with a feeling that Karina couldn't identify, but she was sure it wasn't happiness.

“Well, gentlemen, it's time to start with this.”

While the lawyer explained everything that would take place in the divorce, the young black-haired woman was focused on the man in front of her. He did not pay the slightest attention to him, listening attentively to what the lawyers were talking about.

“ Now that all this has been explained, if you are sure, we can proceed to sign the papers. After the signings, they will officially be separated. Since Mr. (y/n) before his marriage made a clause where in a possible divorce the assets of each one would not be touched, neither of the two parties will have to give anything to the other, and since there are no children involved , this will be even faster. Well, being aware of this, your lawyers will deliver the papers to you.”

The first to give the papers was to the young man. He, without thinking, signed and in one quick movement put them in front of Karina. The young woman's eyes were crystallized. I didn't understand how he could sign them just like that. Did he no longer love her? Was he so driven by his singleness?

Leaving those thoughts behind, he took the pen and tried to draw a small line, but he couldn't. She couldn't separate herself from him, she still loved him.

“(y/n), are you sure you want this? Were all those years of dating and marriage nothing to you? I see you don't care about this.”

(y/n) let out a sarcastic and ironic laugh. He sat down in his seat and put his hands on the table showing that expensive watch; which he had used on the first date they had. “That they didn't mean anything to me? Please, Jimin. I'm seriously not in the mood for this, sign quickly, please. I need to go attend to some important matters.”

“Those important matters are rather someone, right?” He said sadly. She could no longer hold back her tears, and they were falling like waterfalls all over her face.

“What “someone” are you talking about? Don't try to play the victim, don't pretend that this hurts you when we know it doesn't. Don't make others think I failed when I didn't. Don't try to make me look like you cheated on me, when the one who cheated on me was you. Accept that this divorce is your fault and your fault alone.”

Yes, Karina knew that, she knew that she was losing the person she loved because of her, she was aware of that.

“I know this doesn't take away from what I did, but it was a mistake.”

“A mistake that lasted a year and a half? That's not a mistake! Sign that quickly, JiMin! The truth is I don't want to have anything that ties me to you.”

With her last strength, Karina sighed and before signing she said: “I'm pregnant, I'm five months old.”

To say that (y/n) wasn't surprised would be a lie. He managed to keep that surprise from being visible on his face; he was aware that Karina had always worn extremely baggy clothes for months and never let him touch her. That led to him completing one of the last pieces of his suspicions that she was cheating on him.

“and? Who assured me that it is mine? JiMin, you cheated on me for a year and a half, every time we had sex you left with the other, even if it was at dawn. You brought him into my house, for which I worked a long time, you bought him things with my credit card and now you want me to end up being the father of his child. I won't do that!”

Karina expected that reaction from him and being aware she didn't know who the father of her baby was, she didn't know why he was unfaithful, but she did it and there was no turning back. She quickly signed the paper and watched as the man said goodbye to her lawyer, quickly said goodbye to her lawyer and left under Karina's watchful eye.

. 💘 .

“Did you sleep enough? Well, changing the subject... We're finally together! After a year and a half of being in hiding, we can finally be free to love each other. I don't understand why your parents were so opposed to our relationship, I never knew them to be so opposed.”

Yes, another deception and to be honest, Karina didn't feel bad for him. Even though he denied it, she knew that he was only with her for her money, well, what he thought was her money.

The boy turned on the car radio and started flipping through the stations until he came to news that surprised him.

“It is reported that the great CEO (y/n), one of the great tycoons of the country and the world, has just divorced his now ex-wife JiMin. Their divorce took place at the large KB buffet. A few years ago, the great CEO gave us the news of his marriage to the strange young woman whose name is only known. The golden young man is single again. Even married, this was the most coveted. I don't even want to imagine how coveted he will be now that he is single again.”

The young woman turned off the radio and the car went completely silent. The boy next to her was driving while looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Surprising, right? I don't know who this JiMin is, but she let a great man go. Why would they have separated? Well, changing the subject, what were you doing a few hours ago when you called me to pick you up at that coffee shop? Did you know that the KB law firm is located there? There the CEO got divorced.”

Karina ignored everything the man said. He had in mind to get (y/n) back, to recover and make up for his mistake. He couldn't say for sure, but he had a hunch that the baby would be his. I prayed to all the heavens for this to be so. That way at least she would have a little bit of the love he gave her before the bomb exploded.

She would have to figure out how to make (y/n) realize how sorry she is. If she shows him that she loves him very much and that this mistake will not happen again, (y/n) will return to her. She is very sure of that. He had to show him his regret and they would go back to being the happy and loving couple they were.

[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that this the end for us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister), Jin Ae (Y/n and Sunghoon's child)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @rinbowaman

A/n: OMG, I'M SO DAMN EXCITED, THIS WILL BE THE FIRST FIC I MAKE. BASICALLY MY DEBUT TO THE ENHABLR WRITER WORLD. I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL ENJOY!!

(Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!!)

Part 1:

Cheating was something you would never do. The thought of going from one man to another, kissing lips that had probably lost its virginity to another woman killed you.

'JAKE, YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE DICK, YOU KNOW THAT!?' *Ends call*

You grab a fistful of your hair in fustration, vision blurring as tears threatened to escape.

'𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤.'

You wanted to disappear for the first time in your marriage. Why did you have to be in such a position?

Your heart clenched, lungs filled with such pressure that it made it impossible to breathe. You wanted to scream until you heard your child's confused blabbering.

'Eomma?'

She stands; soft, chubby hands cling to the white, painted wooden frame of her crib. Head tilted, gleaming eyes and perfect looks she got from her father stare at you.

With pity, you pick her up, sitting on the edge of your shared bed, nuzzling your head in the plush material. Alas, locked emotions rain from your eyes, staining the luxury clothes bought by none other than your husband himself.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆...'

Those words clear up your fogged mind, consciousness crystal clear.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍...'

It was until then, you realised your kind-hearted child was kissing away those salty teardrops on your cheeks. You were suprised, how she was so alike to her father. Yet, you were grateful: he was amazing, of course.

'Hey Y/n, I-' His eyes widen, struck by the state you were in.

'WHAT THE FRICK HAPPENED HERE!?'

You were thankfuk Jay came. After all, he was Jin Ae's favourite uncle, so she'll be busy with him.

'Sunghoon still hasn't come back...' You sob, desperate for your husband to just hug you tight, professing his unending love for you.

'Something really has happened, hm?'

Jin Ae claps and giggles, oblivious to the saddening situation that took place. What could you expect from a two-year-old? She may be smart, but she still had a long way to go.

'Jin Ae-ah! Come to Uncle Jay.' He exclaims, forcing a smile.

'*groans* What's happening? First, I hear y/n shouting, now you're here. Oh, isn't it your daily get-together with Hoon?'

'Should've been, yeah.'

You were bewildered with the unexpected presence of the sister.

'Yeji, when did you get here? I don't remember you being here yesterday...'

'Hoon called me to look after you two. Actually, that's strange. Sunghoon would never leave you two...

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫.'

You could pass out with the way you couldn't control your breathing. But it was the thought of finding your husband that kept you going.

'Jay...do you know where Sunghoon could be?'

'Your the wife here, not me.' He says sarcastically, yelping when Yeji slapped him.

'YAH, YOU SINGLE ASS UNCLE, DON'T MAKE FUN OF THE SITUATION. No wonder why you still got no bitches.'

'MIND THE LANGUAGE, WE GOT A CHILD HERE, DUMMY.'

You couldn't care less about the situation, just focused on finding your car keys before heading downstairs, grabbing a jacket on the go.

*buzz*

Frantically, you look for your phone, stumbling at times due to the lack of sleep.

(Calling:Heeseung)

You figured he was calling because he saw the 10 missed calls at 3am.

'Hey Hee, sorry for-'

'Meet me at the backgarden.'

A/n: GONNA DO PART TWO TOMORROW. IT'S JUST THAT I GOT TO WAKE UP IN LIKE 5 HOURS TIME

[lokisgoodgirl]

hi!! today is my birthday and the thought of getting older, having so many responsabilities, my work, etc. It makes me really tense and stressed 😭 can u write something about loki trying to cheer reader on her birthday?

Hey lovely Anon 😊Happy birthday! Here's a little gift from me to you.

Fluff, w/c 300ish

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Possibilities

"You just don't get it, Loki..." you scoffed, pulling the bed sheet over your face as the god stood at the door to your bedroom, grin fading.

The dainty cupcake nestled in his palms seemed superfluous in the face of your annoyance. He blew the candle out with a pointed huff. "I know you said you didn't want a fuss darling but really, tis but a sponge."

"Tis not just a sponge." you said sarcastically, muffled beneath the duvet. "It's a reminder that I'm another year older, and I just want everything to stay the same. I don't want pressure and all that shit...it's just..it's too much."

Loki's chuckle took you by surprise as you felt his weight ease onto the mattress by your knees. "And I wouldn't 'get' that because...?"

You pulled the duvet tighter around your head. "Because you're a god, dummy. You don't understand these things."

The sound of Loki chewing filled the silence. "Are you eating my cake?" you said incredulously, breaking your own mood.

"I don't think you understand the gift that this day represents, love." he spoke calmly, ignoring your protestations. The sound of him licking frosting from his lips was crystal clear in your mind. You peeked over the duvet.

His smile greeted you. It was small, but knowing. "Every year for you is filled with possibilities only limited by your own doubt. Can you not see that?"

You frowned, as he took another small bite from the quickly diminishing cupcake. He chewed twice, and swallowed. "I have seen many beings, with lifespans many times that of your own squander their own potential as they thought time was limitless. Believe me, it was not." His words were firm, but a twinkle in his eye betrayed his amusement.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" you drawled, running your eyes down his chiselled bicep to the finger tracing a pool of crumbs on the plate. He shrugged, pressing the tip to the porcelain and bringing it to his lips. He sucked it thoughtfully.

"My point is, that the general premise of life is to live it. To celebrate it." he raised an eyebrow. "It is my understanding that in order to do that, one must accept that in order to grow and thrive...one must change. Adapt."

A smile tugged at his lip, likely recalling the way that you saved him from himself all those years ago. God, how you loved him.

"There is beauty and hope in places you cannot imagine. In every step you haven't taken, your possibilities are endless. Would you throw that away to wallow in your own misery?" he said slowly, echoing the words you had spoken that day which changed his life. Perhaps he did understand after all.

You felt a reluctant smile begin to creep to your cheeks as Loki tentatively offered the plate forward. The half cupcake lay on its side.

His dark brows rose as you snatched it and popped it in your mouth, letting the vanilla sponge melt against your tongue with a satisfied sigh.

"Happy birthday, love." he murmured gently, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your forehead with a smile.

❤️☺️

You might like this Idk :) @fictive-sl0th @holdmytesseract @theaudacitytowrite @thomase1 @peaches1958 @wheredafandomat @lovelysizzlingbluebird @gigglingtigger @mochie85 @michelleleewise @mischief2sarawr @loopsisloops @cheekyscamp @maple-seed @coldnique @justjoanne242

[barbieb0y]

where blue skies await us.

hellooooooooo im. kinda late to day 1 bc i was kinda busy but i dont wanna miss the first prompt(s) so. here it is. im just gonna be frank with you guys im probably gonna use this week to write selfship stuff. sorry.

for day 1 of scrunkly week, the theme is clear skies and i went with the spare time and hobbies prompt!

sooooo this does include my self-insert oc paper cut... you obviously dont have to read the doc but it would definitely provide more context for his character and his dynamic with joe. yes ofc it's joe reverse 1999 who else would it be. ANYWAYS DONT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY IM JUST BEING CRINGE ON MAIN FOR ONCE

“Cut, there is a reason why I say you’re amazing to be doing this as a hobby because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

J sighs, cursing his lack of skill and creativity. He thought it’d be fun to try and indulge in his best friend’s favorite pastime - and though “fun” is not an inaccurate word to describe what he’s having at the moment, he finds himself relating to more defeating adjectives.

“C’mon, it can’t be that bad. Gimme that.”

Hesitantly, J outstretches his hand that held an unassuming piece of paper. Paper Cut needs not skim through it… because there’s only one word written on it.

“The.”

“The.”

Okay, maybe it is that bad.

Even then, Paper Cut can’t help but giggle. He can see that J is trying very hard to match his beat and is miserably failing. But it’s the thought that counts, right? J smiles bashfully at the other’s reaction. Then, in a fit of pure genius, he decides he should imitate the master.

“Lemme see what you wrote.”

Paper Cut shrugs and hands over his prose to the apprentice.

“‘They say love is blind but, oh, who so cruelly poked the eyes of love? They say love hurts but, oh, isn’t love hurting more than it hurts? They-’ dude, Shakespeare is rolling in his grave right now.”

Paper Cut looks away, scratching the back of his neck shyly. He’s not unaccustomed to J’s compliments but the familiarity doesn’t breed immunity in this case.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

J guffaws freely at the sarcastic tone of Paper Cut’s voice that doesn’t match the embarrassed expression he wears. It is one of the many cute details about Cut that J adores - a stubbornness that rivals his own at times. In his peripheral vision, a very light red brushes across Paper Cut’s chubby cheeks.

“Maybe not, but that’s what my bike is for.”

J exclaims as he leans back, shifting his weight to his forearms, fortresses on the carpet beneath them. Paper Cut moves as well, from lying down on his back to leaning on the whole right side of his body, his arm propping up his head by the chin. Their respective masterpieces lay in the fluff of the carpet.

“Hah, sure.”

A lazy smile creeps onto Paper Cut’s face as he gazes lovingly at the other. J reciprocates and lets his eyes wander around the establishment. Paper and stationery strew about, the owner’s passion for artistry reflected crystal clear. It’s Paper Cut’s messy little residence - it’s not proper enough to be called a house.

Paper Cut interrupts J’s (though short) train of thought. It is then that the latter’s clear blue eyes turn to his companion. His small smile says it all.

But it’s definitely a home.

“Y’know, if this isn’t for you, we can just go on a ride. The two of us, as usual.”

Well, if he’s willing to indulge in his hobby.

“As usual.”

[enderdaggers]

Survival Huddle (and only for survival)

Summary: When a cold February mission turns into a snowstorm, you’re stuck with your teammate Ghost to wait until the helicopter picks you up. However, when you start to get cold, there seems to only be one option to stay warm... not that you mind.

Word count: 2478

Warnings: A mention of being drunk, swearing, but otherwise nothing. (If anything should be added, please tell me!)

Notes: Hi wow it’s been a while huh? Take this Ghost fic where I give you everything and nothing at once. Ghost is not good at processing emotions ever

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You were pretty sure you were going to freeze to death.

It was the most miserable February afternoon you’d had in a long time, and that was saying something. With weather that had started last night with crystal clear skies and only the lightest breeze, you’d thought that the mission you and the rest of the 141 were given was to be easy. You’d be home for Christmas, metaphorically speaking.

But no. In less than twenty-four hours, the weather around you had quickly turned from peace to a blustery snowstorm. Low visibility, sharp winds that cut through you, and a thoroughly miserable time guaranteed for everyone outside at the moment. What was perhaps worse was that the 141 were all split up, the lot of you clustered in groups of two or three as you huddled down in separate places. Which left you stuck with someone you both loved and hated being alone with- Ghost.

Said man was currently huddled in a corner close to you. The two of you were in a house that had absolutely zero unbroken windows, but there were standing walls and a mostly unscathed roof save for the one hole in the opposite corner. It had been the most promising candidate out of all the houses the two of you had found yourselves by, so you’d both moved without a word to huddle in and pray the storm passed or the chopper would be by to pick you up soon.

You spared the lieutenant a glance. Though you had worked under the 141 for some time now, Ghost was a bit of a mystery to you in a way the others weren’t. Obviously, the mask contributed to that a bit, but Ghost was a bit of a stoic person inside and out, it seemed. You supposed you couldn’t blame him for being a little stiff in your line of work. It would certainly make things easier.

A cold breeze blew through the windows and the roof-hole at the same time, sending a chill stabbing through your already-cold being and making you shiver a little.

“How long until the chopper comes again?” you asked, forcing your mouth open and managing to form a sentence without stuttering from the cold. You weren’t much of a wuss when it came to temperatures, but it had been hours of you being out in the cold with a small amount of food and an already fucked-up sleep schedule. You were beginning to waver.

“‘Round forty minutes,” Ghost replied, cutting through another almost-spiral of yours. “We’ll be the last ones, since the others were in closer spots.” “Great,” you mumbled sarcastically, tugging your form into a more compressed ball. Warmth was important right now, and you were not keen on turning into a human icicle.

“How are you not cold?” you questioned Ghost.

He tilted his head. You saw his eyes turn to you before his head did.

“Never said I wasn’t.” he replied.

“Sure.”

A chilly silence fell over the two of you again. Outside, the snowstorm persisted, a whistling wind sending a clump of snow falling through the hole in the roof. You swallowed and licked your lips, trying to wiggle your toes in your boots.

How is it possible to be sweaty and freezing all at once? You wondered.

The silence only gave you more time to think. Maybe it was your half-frozen brain, but you couldn’t help but go into survival mode at this point.

Consider the situation, the rational part of you said. Go over the facts.

Sure, facts. You could do that.

-

Fact #1: You were fucking cold.

Fact #2: It would be forty minutes or over before the chopper arrived to retrieve you.

Fact #3: The storm was not stopping, and you were not getting any less cold.

Fact #4: There was only one source of warmth near you.

Fact #5: The source of warmth was without a doubt the most intimidating man you’d ever met.

Fact #6: This man walked in on you drunkenly singing Soft Cell’s Tainted Love with Soap once on a dare you were far too lost to refuse.

Fact #7: This man makes you blush half the time he talks.

Fact #8: This man also scares you sometimes. (Read- often.)

-

Yup, you thought. I’m going to freeze to death.

You exhaled a cloudy breath into the air, side-eyeing Ghost as you very slowly shifted a few feet closer to him, sliding across the floor in a matter that was quite quiet but also quite noticeable. If you could only get a bit closer, get some warmth passing between the both of you…

You could practically feel him watching you, which didn’t help. However, the lieutenant remained silent as ever, just watching. Waiting. All patient and stoic and annoyingly attractive all at once.

It certainly didn’t feel any warmer once you got a little closer, which felt like a small defeat. However, as your eyes watched more snowflakes whoosh through the hole in the roof, you couldn’t help but think how stupid it would be if you died from hypothermia because you were too flustered to just ask your teammate- only your teammate- to huddle up. For warmth. Only for warmth.

And yet your mouth didn’t open, the words feeling like they were on the tip of your tongue and yet not escaping at all.

How much time has gone by? You wondered, staring firmly at the ground. Five minutes? Ten? Surely it can’t be that bad.

You rubbed your gloves together, testing if you could still feel your fingers, which you thankfully could… though it was getting close.

Hand warmers. You thought. Why did nobody bring hand warmers? I could use some of those right about now.

Another cold burst of wind sent the snow pile spinning and scattering, snowflakes spraying across the floor, still stopping a good distance away from the two of you but still showing just how much snow there was.

And then you caught it. As the wind was picking up, sending the longest gust through the house yet, you saw Ghost shiver.

It was the smallest, most imperceptible movement you’d ever seen someone make. He was clearly holding back, but not enough. He was shivering.

The tremors shook his body just a little, his whole body going stiff as the wind picked up and then died down.

He was cold.

The bastard. He was cold. He was very cold and had been playing it off like it wasn’t much of a deal.

Liar. You thought. There wasn’t any venom behind the thought. What an idiot.

“Ghost,” you ventured, taking hold of the moment before you could regret anything. You leaned forward, holding his gaze before he could hope to look away. “Do you want to huddle together?”

He stared at you for a moment. “No,” he said slowly.

“You’re cold.” “Am not.” “I saw you shiver.” you protested. “Drop it,” he said, voice lowering to a slight growl as he grated out your last name.

You swallowed, your bravery wavering for a moment. It was always a gamble with Ghost whether you should keep pressing or not- it was either a good choice or a bad one, no in-between. He’d either explode or simmer down.

You were brave. And you were cold. And you were probably a bit stupid.

“I’m not gonna freeze to death here just because you’re too stubborn to admit how cold you are or whatever.” You scooted over, waving an arm. “Come here. Let’s huddle.”

Hesitation. You felt like you were trying to balance a coin, the coin trembling as it considered heads or tails or the secret third option to just stay put and say nothing at all.

Then, Ghost moved.

Slowly and carefully, like some kind of scared animal, he moved closer. One moment, you were alone in the corner, the next, his leg was pressing against yours.

It sank in a moment later that this was actually happening- Ghost was actually willingly sitting next to you, was almost shy about it, and hadn’t refused being by you.

You swallowed and made the next move, shifting closer to him until the two of you were firmly pressed against each other.

The touch felt downright electric. Ghost didn’t really touch people- he was one of those people who only did things for necessity's sake and otherwise went along with nearly nothing. Why? It beat you.

Ghost was stiff, but his warmth was incredibly welcoming after so long being distant from other warm things. You leaned into him with a small, relieved exhale, your form easing into him.

“Is this fine?” you asked hesitantly, suddenly a bit shy of everything happening. “I was teasing you a bit, I don’t want you to be uncomfor-” “It’s fine.” Ghost said quickly, catching you off-guard. He reached with his hand and hesitated for a moment, then continued, his hand reaching behind you and pulling you closer, securing your form against his side. Your head fell to his shoulder, your eyes widening in the slightest shock as he pulled you closer.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Ghost relaxed. His breathing evened out first, easing in a rhythmic up-down that you had unconsciously synced up with.

His body came next. His shoulder unclenched and relaxed, which only made your head slide a little more snugly into the spot. You felt the rest of him unclench against you, and a slow breath came from him, echoed slightly against his mask.

“You’re warmer, aren’t you?” you asked, your voice a little too soft to achieve the teasing tone you wanted.

“Shut it,” Ghost replied, but the way he said it combined with the relaxed way he spoke your last name didn’t bring it together either.

The silence was comfortable and warm. You couldn’t believe you’d put this off for so long- sure, your left side was still a little cold, but the lieutenant next to you was a warm human body that made all the difference.

A breeze came. Both of you shivered. You scooted just a little closer, pressing firmly against Ghost. You felt his gaze on you, but again, no comment was said.

You thought he might’ve gripped you a little closer, though, try as he might to be discreet.

-

Some time later, your thoughts trailed off into nothing as you found yourself dozing lightly, not asleep in any way but still relaxed enough to bring on the feeling of comfort within your stomach.

For a long time, there was just silence and peace. Just the two of you- Ghost holding you close, your head nestled into the spot where his shoulder and his neck met, one of your arms eventually circling his torso lazily as you draped yourself further over him.

The breaths the two of you shared had long become synced, the rising and falling of your chests together in the cold afternoon. Finally, you blinked your eyes open to Ghost shifting slightly at the sound of a chopper very loud and very close.

You looked up slightly, grip still fixed on him. “Is that-?”

“Chopper’s here.” When Ghost spoke, his voice sounded just a little hoarse, and you looked at him with slight concern.

His mask hid his face as well as always, though his eyes looked a little soft when they found your gaze.

“We should get moving. They’ll want us on the second they land.” “Right. Yes, sir.” You said.

Neither of you moved for a moment.

Ghost regretfully (and predictably) made the first move. His right hand, the one that had been free this entire time, found your hand across his torso and took it, just holding it for a moment as he began shifting away.

You moved then, too, pulling away regretfully. You were well aware that your chin and probably a bit of your face had been smushed against Ghost enough that you had patterns of his gear across it, but you didn’t mind.

The two of you moved wordlessly, Ghost peeking out the doorway into the storm before pulling back in and giving you the sign to wait.

Two minutes passed before Ghost gestured you forward. The two of you jogged out into the snow, where the chopper was just touching down, the ramp already lowering.

Ghost ushered you forward, falling just behind you with a steadying hand close to your back as the two of you ran forward, up the ramp with snow still stuck and half-melted to it, into the darkness of the chopper where your other friends waited.

Soap looked plainly miserable, half-soaked through and with a dusting of snow still atop his head. Next to him, Gaz looked moments away from laughing at all times.

“What happened to you?” you asked Soap as you settled into one of the two open seats across from him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he replied with a small frown as Ghost crossed between the two of you and sat next to you.

“Whole pile of snow fell on him when we were going for the chopper,” Gaz said, looking just a bit gleeful.

You snorted once. Soap gave you a look of betrayal.

“Well, glad the two of you survived,” he said quickly, eager to move on from the subject. “Cold day out there, huh?” “Something like that,” you said.

“I hope you utilized the hand warmers I gave you, Lieutenant,” Gaz said with a nod at Ghost.

You blinked, gaze furrowing. “What?”

“The hand warmers?” Gaz repeated. “I gave Ghost like ten of them for you guys, did you not use them?”

“Didn’t need to,” Ghost said, finally speaking up. He shifted slightly as you looked at him, eyes wide, growing hotter by the minute.

He had the means to warm us up.

“You “didn’t need to?” How did you not need hand warmers, it was freezing out there!” Gaze protested, oblivious.

“Didn’t get cold.” Ghost said nonchalantly, like he hadn’t just spent over thirty minutes downright cuddling with you.

Soap met your gaze, and his eyebrows raised slightly before traveling down to the right side of your face where you’d been pressed against Ghost.

His eyes widened just a little. A small smirk grew on his face.

You grew a little warmer.

Gaz rambled on, continually oblivious to Soap’s realization and your flustered face, ranting on and on about how cold things were to the three of you and the others, most people pretending to listen while all resting and warming up a bit, safe for now.

Next to you, Ghost found your gaze again. His leg reached out and tapped yours once.

You could almost feel his amusement at whatever look was on your face.

Bastard. You thought affectionately, trying to ignore the small jump of your heartbeat when his leg brushed against yours again.

At least you were warm.

-

Ghost the kinda guy to like someone and then not do anything about it (unless of course they offer to cuddle huddle with him for warmth even though he has hand warmers...)

Anyways! Replies are from @lostglassguitars​ . Hope you enjoyed! I need to post more on here lol

[buttercup-bollz]

DAD-BEAT-DAD (But what if Lucifer was ACTUALLY a bad dad?)

Charlie: [takes a deep breath] Alright, let's do this.

[A few bleeps play. Charlie's looking extremely nervous, and Vicky grabs her hand to comfort her. Charlie smiles in appreciation but nobody is answering her call still and it makes her freak out even more.]

Husk: Huh, really? He's that busy he can't answer his own daughter calling him? [looks over with contempt while chugging a bottle of beer] Tch.

Charlie: WELP, THAT'S OUR CUE! [She gives a toothy, awkward smile] See, I told you guys, it-

[a deep voice (think Kratos from GODR) answers]

Lucifer: Hello?

[Charlie's phone slips from her hand out of shock and she fusses with it for a few moments before answering it.]

Charlie: OH! FU- Um. Hi, dad. [collects herself quickly]

Lucifer: Charlotte? Is that you?

Charlie: Yeah, thaaaaat's me.

Lucifer: Oh, hellfire. I haven't heard my little starshine's voice for over, what, how long has it been now- a century? How are you doing nowadays, tell me?

[The entire crew looks mildly concerned/confused at his statement]

Charlie: Well... um... Y-you remember that... "project" I was talking to you about some... some time ago, right?

Lucifer: Starshine, I'm going to need you to be a little more specific. Y'know how your old man is sometimes.

Charlie: (Sighs) It's... the one about "rehabiliation" and "redemption"? That one other alternative to work against Hell's biggest problem? Overpopulation?

[Scene cuts to Lucifer shaking his tobacco against the ashtray, but we can't fully see him yet.]

Lucifer: Ah, yes... that. Well, did you finally have enough fun with it?

[Scene cuts back to the Hotel with Charlie starting to look annoyed- the rest even more confused by Lucifer's phrasing.]

Charlie: No, actually, dad. I'm not having fun with it. I have told you a thousand times already that I'm completely serious. So please, respect that and perceive it as much.

Lucifer: [visibly doesn't actually listen] Uh-huh. Sure. I'm running low on patience starshine, let's cut it to the chase. What do you need?

[Charlie sighs, dragging her hand across her face and obviously given up.]

Charlie: All right. [inhales] Dad I... I need your help. I know you never take me and my projects seriously, but- can you at least come and see what I'm trying to do? You'll understand why it's a really good idea, I promise! And, once you see that, I'll need you to host a meeting with one of the higher-ups in Heaven. Does that sound fair?

Lucifer: [deep, tired sigh.]

[Everyone looks on edge. A few beats of silence pass.]

Lucifer: Alright. I'll be there in an hour. I'll see... your little amusement park. But I can't promise you that I'll be fully onboard. You'll have to prove it to me.

Charlie: [absolutely in shock] What- really? You- you really will come?

Lucifer: Yes, but, I need to deal with the Seven Sins meeting regarding the new Extermination date first. After that you can have my two hours of free-time completely. Is that clear?

Charlie: CRYSTAL! Thank you so much, dad! I won't disappoint you!

Lucifer: You better not. See you later, starshine. [hangs up.]

[Scene cuts to Lucifer. He sighs on his throne and is visibly annoyed, massaging his nose-bridge like he's having a bout of headache.]

Imp servant: Sir? Are you feeling alright?

Lucifer: Never been better. [sarcastic.] Book me a ride to Charlotte's little hotel now, would you?

Imp servant: Lady Charlotte's little hotel? But, sir, I thought you said she's been over it already.

Lucifer: That's what I was accounting for, as well. But it seems our little delusional starshine is still going through that phase. Well, [turns around] teenagers tend to be like that, no biggie. I'll humor her for a while, and in the meantime, she'll recognize on her own that her silly fantasies are just that-fantasies.

[Scene cuts back to Charlie and the crew.]

Angel Dust: Jeez, your dad was being a real fuckin' bitch there. No wonder he's the devil. That guy sucks.

[Vicky looks over at him angrily, about to say something, but gets cut off by Charlie and glances at her sympathetically.]

Charlie: No, really, he's good, he just... wants what is best for me. He's... always been this way, he cares, he just has a... different approach. But, did you guys hear that?! He actually agreed to take a look at the hotel! Oh, shit, he did. [realization sinks in] Alright Co, we've got no time to spare. Let's do this!

[1-khxna-1]

¡! ❞The Shadow of Mars¡! ❞

Pearl x gem reader ⋆ ˚���⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚ words: 888 google docs pages: 2

part: 3/4

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After your walk, you went back inside the temple. Steven was in his bed, sound asleep as usual. Dreaming to his heart’s content. Pearl was watching him sleep until you walked in then her cheeks turned a light blue,” do you know how to knock!?” but then she calmed down after she saw it was you. In fact, she calmed down so much to shoot you with a dirty look before turning away and walking downstairs.” welcome back pearl! I thought you lost yourself outside there.” you said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes, trying to mask her annoyance at your comment. She knew you were just trying to be annoying, but her dry tone was a clear indication that she was not amused. She crossed her arms,” Ha ha very funny.” you grabbed a cup and filled it up with water, even though you didn't need to eat or drink or sleep or really do anything, Steven got you used to it. you signed and looked at Pearl,” Look. I can forgive you. I suppose… But I can never forget something like that” Her face was full of shock, “what… What about what happened on the beach?”

You cocked your head to the side and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Yeah, what about it?" you asked, wanting to know what she was so shocked about. She continued to stare at you like you had grown five more heads, which you hadn't. You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brow, trying to figure out why she was so taken aback. After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke up. "It's just… I didn't expect you to forgive me..”

“I'm mainly forgiving you for Steven.”Her expression changed in an instant, faster than Steven could pull out his shield to protect himself. "So then I didn't earn it," she said, her voice firm and determined. "I can't just be forgiven just because of Steven. I need to show that I earned it." now it was your turn to look at her in shock as if she had grown five heads. It was a strange thing for her to say, but you could tell that she meant it. She was determined to prove her worth, for who knows at this point these crystal gems are strange people.

“Alright just don't overdo it I guess,” you said not really wanting her to but you knew she was going to overdo it.

And that she did, whenever they had a battle you would be the first person to protect. Even though you could protect yourself just fine. Each day she protected you, you felt like a diamond at this point. It was difficult to witness a pearl making a considerable effort to seek forgiveness from you. Whenever you left to fetch some water, she would persistently hold her spear in a defensive stance as if anticipating an attack.

But then the real challenge came when dealing with Jasper and Peridot. They had come down in a green hand ship..? When they came down each crystal gem was there, even Steven which you thought was stupid, of course, Pearl was in front of you holding her spear out ready to attack. your weapon, gotten from your gem was a blade. the battle was short-lived with the crystal gems and you sadly losing. all of you had gotten poofed and placed in holding cells, yours being right next to Pearl.

“We could have won if you weren't busy protecting me,” you said, you were perfectly fine with protecting yourself.

“I just wanna earn your forgiveness. I can't live knowing that you just forgave me because of Steven, it isn't right,” she said.

“Well you will live and you have earned it”, your eyes were glued to the ground as you spoke to Pearl through the wall, “You do not need to defend me when I'm perfectly fine to do it myself pearl, its stupid and now we're going to homeworld to probably be shattered.” as if on queue steven ran up to the cells and helped you both out. You, Steven, Pearl, and Amethyst ran to the control room .peridot was there but that ended with her getting on an escape pod and fleeing, the ship was turned around and gotten back to earth in pieces. Once everyone was grouped Jasper and Lapis had fused but was pulled into the ocean…

“Yeah that's enough for me.” you picked up Steven and walked back into the house.

“Wa-wait we can't just leave Lapis in the ocean with Jasper!” Steven said as he wiggled out of your hold.

“She’ll be fine we’ll go looking for them in the morning.” Steven signed and climbed into his bed.

“Goodnight Steven.”

“Night tanzanite!”

He said as he fell fast asleep. you walked outside and saw Pearl just staring into the ocean.” Don't overthink it we’ll look in the morning Pearl.” you placed your hand on her shoulder. Her hands had balled up” It's not that simple. I put all of us in danger just.. Just cause..” she had stopped talking..? You looked at your arms tangled around her in a hug.” it's not your fault pearl.” a glow had emerged from both of your gems..? Before you knew it, the two of you had fused.

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TWRP ORIGINS

Chapter 7: I Can't Believe This Is My Life

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(Warnings: descriptions of anxiety)

Jack woke up feeling well rested, something he hadn't done in a while. Stan on the other hand was slightly hungover from the party last night.

"Hey, brah." Stan opened the door, his voice sounding slightly groggy. "Feeling better about the show?"

Oh right, the show. Guilt swirled into Jack's stomach at the mere mention of the concert. "I guess a little, again, I'm super sorry about missing it."

"Dude, it's no prob. Get that through your nerdy little head!" His insistence didn't make the guilt completely disappear, but Jack quietly laughed at the phrasing. 

"Thanks." He replied sarcastically. 

Jack checked the status of the house as Stan drifted to his bedroom. His parents' cars were absent from the driveway and his brother was definitely out of commission. The coast was clear. 

"So how did enrichment time go?" Jack's hushed voice barely breaking a whisper.

"It was incredibly enlightening!" Sung's voice was crystal clear in his head. It didn't feel as weird as he thought it would. "I have never felt more ascendant in my life!"

"To be honest I'm feeling pretty ascended myself, it's nice to know we both had a good night." 

He could vaguely recall Sung's night. Sung handed out the gifts, his mini fridge got destroyed by the robot from the parking lot, and they just had a good time. He remembered the feeling more clearly than the event itself, that was the part that felt weird. 

"And it's also good to know I am not crazy." His eyes darted around the room as he reconsidered his statement. "Well," he laughed awkwardly thinking about the last week and a half. "Uh, I wasn't wrong. I won't say that I'm not crazy, but I wasn't missing anything the other day. So yeah, that makes sense." 

Day one of sharing a vessel had officially started. 

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It was a pretty uneventful day, which was probably good for the first one. Jack mostly hung around the house doing various chores that Stan was supposed to be doing, if not for his currently hungover state. He figured it was the least he could do after missing the show. Sung was actually good company during the mundane activities, often asking questions about anything and everything. It brought a sense of wonder Jack didn't think was possible while washing dishes and vacuuming the floors. 

"Y'know, normally chores are super boring but it's actually been kind of fun with you around." Jack said as he finished sweeping the kitchen.

"Annihilating boredom is what I do best." Sung gloated for a bit. "Wait, these tasks usually inflict boredom?" His tone was much more concerned now. 

"Uh, yeah. It's chores." Jack replied with confusion.

"How often do you have to complete them?"

"Probably once a week, at least." His casual tone had Sung reeling. 

"Fascinating. Perhaps humans have a higher tolerance for boredom than most beings." 

"Maybe," He shrugged as he put the broom away and sat on the couch. "Because I probably should have taken a break an hour ago but I just wanna get this over with."

"Well it's very heroic of you to protect your brother from the forces of boredom while he recovers." 

"I guess boredom is a little bit different on Earth. It isn't some evil force to be destroyed, it just kinda happens sometimes." 

Sung's silence spoke volumes like he hadn't considered that before, or he was afraid to tell his band mates. Feeling his emotions was still weird, but Jack continued.

"And I mean you're not gonna kill boredom by staying hidden all the time. Why not do some busking or something?"

"What is that?"

"Oh, it's when you play music on the street, sometimes for money, the idea of it makes me nervous as hell." 

Sung considered it for a while before he answered. 

"Bringing amusement and joy to the masses in guerilla style warfare against boredom, it's brilliant! I will tell my band mates at once!"

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The first show on Earth, the first time these humans would be saved from the clutches of boredom! Everything was set up and poised to dominate. Havve's drum machine and the few amps they could bring were in place, Phobos' guitar case was set just in front so that people could give them money. It was all ready, and yet Sung was terrified. It was incredibly strange. He was sweating, his stomach hurt, he wanted to bite his hands; the most confusing of the symptoms. Being in front of the small crowd that had gathered out of curiosity felt wrong somehow. The strangest part was the all-encompassing force begging him not to play. Music was the one thing that brought him joy, how could he be scared to do it? He'd never felt like this before. Regardless he had a world to save so the boys began to play. Sung could feel the crowd's reactions. There was an initial state of bewilderment but most people who saw them began to dance and have fun. There was about 15 people in the crowd but all 15 minds were blown. As the show went on Sung's nerves still persisted. It slightly dissipated as the set progressed but it was still overwhelmingly present. Seeing how much fun his band mates were having helped it dissipate. Meouch was feeling the happiest he'd been since they crash landed, every riff and lick filled with passion and joy. Phobos was nervous at first due to the oxygen levels and general atmosphere, so he wore his helmet outside the ship as a precaution, but even through his metallic silicone mask Sung knew he was having a blast. Havve was executing each beat perfectly but there was an energy to his playing he hadn't seen in a while. It's as if the crowd was supplying him with the resolve to keep playing, as if he liked entertaining them. It was the most fun they'd ever had on this planet. This was truly special. 

The energy slowly faded as the night went on. Coming down from the high of performing was never an issue for Sung, but today he felt a massive weight off his shoulders. He was playing music with his friends all night, something that never scared him before. Why was he scared  now?

"Are you gonna help us, fearless leader?" 

Meouch's sarcastic remark snapped him out of his daze. 

"Of course I will, I'm just lost in thought I guess." He still wasn't completely focused on the task at hand. The question was a dark presence in his mind over the otherwise cheerful cleanup. He racked his brain for what could've caused the unprecedented negative emotions, until suddenly he remembered what the human had said.

"the idea of it makes me nervous as hell." 

It was him. 

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Jack came to in his bedroom. It sucked but at least he knew why he was blacked out at all. His bedroom window was open all the way, letting in the cool summer air. 

"Please remember close my window, man." Jack complained, assuming Sung was back in his head. 

"Who are you talking to?" 

He jumped at the sound of Stan's voice, he looked significantly better than this morning. Jack forgot that he was essentially talking to himself.

"Oh, um..." It was best to be at least semi honest, right? "I'm just mumbling to myself, so I don't forget anything." 

Stan looked a bit confused but overall he didn't suspect a thing.

"Well if it works, bud." He did a double take as he was about to leave the room. "Speaking of forgetting stuff where's your fridge?" Stan asked.

"I finally threw it out." There was a pride to his semi lie. It was kind of thrilling living this weird double life. 

"Good for you. Night, brah." 

"Night, brah."

He climbed into bed feeling completely normal for a change. Day one of sharing a vessel went off without a hitch, so far Jack was able to live his life and Sung was able to live his. There was still the blacking out part that he didn't care for at all, but he could talk to Sung about that in the morning. For right now he was optimistic about his secret double life and content to sleep thinking about what could be in store. He couldn't sleep however because Sung was right next to his face, glaring at him with deadly serious eyes. Jack flinched so hard he nearly fell out of bed. 

"What the fuck, man!" Though frightened at Sung's unmasked form, Jack still kept a hushed tone. 

"In the nicest way possible, what have you done to me, human?"