#wc: 1383

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort or Normal, Epilogue

WC:1383, Masterpost

Danny glances up from his fight to fit the cufflink into the sleeve of his rich blue suit and smiles at what he sees in the mirror.

“You know, it’s supposed to be bad luck to see the bride before the wedding.”

Wally grins, easily, from where he leans against the door frame. “I’m the one in white so I think I’m the bride, in this case.”

“Oh, so putting the bad luck all on me?” Danny asks as he turns to appreciate how his fiancée looks. Wally really is stunning in his white on white tux. Danny hadn’t been able to stomach the idea of traditional black and white tuxes, not with Phantom still being such a raw wound. Wally hadn’t minded in the least going with a brighter color palette.

“Never,” Wally promises. “We’ll face whatever comes together.”

It’s a vow that Danny unquestionably trusts. Since the curse broke, Wally has been there for every step of it— and Danny has needed a lot of help with steps. Danny’s weakened core not only handicapped him as a ghost but as a living. Many days Danny is able to pass through it all relatively unaffected, other than the cold ache that has settled into his bones, but other days are harder. Other days Danny walks with canes braced against his arms. Other days Danny needs his wheelchair. Other days he can hardly get out of bed unless he goes ghost. And through it all Wally has done everything that he can to make things easy for Danny.

They have a house now, one story and carefully renovated so that on the days Danny needs the wheelchair he can still move around easily. There are electric blankets and soft pillows and this ridiculous massive bean bag that’s big enough for them to both sink into on the bad days.

And there are good days too. There are days where the aches are just a background note, days it all doesn't hurt so much, days where he can fly. Oh how Danny had missed flying. Of all the things that came with being a halfa, flying is what Danny had missed most– not because he could help or be a hero, he missed flying just for himself.

The first time he had felt stable enough to fly, Wally had whisked them out to that same field their first date was in and let Danny loose. Danny had flown for hours, darting around, doing tricks, and floating among the clouds. When he had come back down to earth, Wally had been there, picnic waiting and the biggest smile on his face.

So like everything in Danny’s life, it’s all a balance: the good, the bad, the effort… Danny loves it all.

He loves it not just because it reminds him of how much living means, but because of how deeply it shows that Wally cares. Wally’s love is one thing he can never question. It’s a certainty that Danny has needed through all of the aftermath.

Once Danny had been released from the Watchtower’s medical, he had started small dealing with it all. Coworkers were easy to reply to and he could trust that informing a few would spread the news to the rest. They didn’t push for more than he was willing to give, though he had known he would come back to questions and rumors.

Everyone else was harder.

He had set a video call with Sam and Tucker at the same time. It was maybe a little unfair to not give them each their own call, but he just didn’t have the energy for that. They weren’t kids anymore and hadn’t been for a long time.

“God, Danny,” Tucker started at the same time as Sam said his name.

He held up his hand and their mouths shut with a clack. His smile was tinged with sadness, but it was a smile. “Don’t. You two didn’t do anything horrible.”

“Dude,” Tucker said and for a moment Danny was back in high school. Tucker looked good, still in bright colors and with his hair expertly shaved on the sides with a little pattern. “We forgot about you.”

“We left you alone to deal with all that,” Sam said. Her hair was a more natural shade of black now and her smoky eye an expertly done wing. It was odd to see her lips red instead of purple.

“Because of a curse. You forgot because of a curse,” Danny said, “and then you just did what anyone does, you went on to have a future. It’s not like we had some big fight or anything, you both just moved on with your lives.”

“That still had to hurt,” Sam said.

“It did,” Danny said honestly. He didn’t see the point of pretending the past hadn’t happened. “But that doesn’t mean it was either of your faults. The last thing I want is anyone doing anything for me out of guilt, especially since in this case it’s misplaced. It’s okay that you both grew up. I did too.”

It hurt and it would always hurt, at least a little, but Danny didn’t want any false care now.

Sam chewed on her lip and Danny smiled a little at the sight of the old habit. “I’m still sorry.”

“Me too,” Tucker said.

“Thanks, that does mean a lot, but it’s okay, really.”

There was a level of peace from that talk. Sam and Tucker both asked if they could reach out sometimes, and Danny said yes but with zero expectations. They were different people than they were as children and Danny knew, because he had lived it, that without Phantom there wasn’t much for them to talk about. And Danny had no plans to talk about Phantom. That part of him had ended with a wish seven years ago. He didn’t want to rehash or relive it now, even with them.

Jazz… Jasmine was harder. Sam and Tucker losing touch was just part of growing up. His own sister ignoring him though, that wasn’t the same at all. If it wasn’t for his nieces, Danny didn’t know if he would even be trying with Jasmine, even as apologetic as she was. There were some things that were too hard to come back from.

“Are they here?” Danny asks and looks back down at his stubborn sleeve.

Wally steps forward and takes the cufflink from Danny. He’s gentle as he fits it into the slot and secures it. “They are. And all our friends are here too. Just remember that you don’t have to talk to them any more than you want to. It’s okay to be taking things slow. It’s okay to decide that you can’t do this with her. You know I’m with you whatever you decide.”

Danny raises Wally’s hands to brush a kiss across each set of knuckles. “I know. I’m so lucky to have you. Is it bad that part of me making an effort with them is so that my nieces have family other than their moms and our parents?”

“Nope. I think that makes you a really good uncle. I mean, where would I be without Aunt Iris? Family like that can mean a lot and if that’s the only reason you have for dealing with your sister, then that’s enough,” Wally assures him.

It helps Danny relax some.

“Okay, good. We’ll just… see how it goes. I’m not going to focus too much on them today, not when today is about me and you.”

“I think that’s all good. You’re just wrong about one thing though,” Wally says, his grin just a little mischievous. Danny loves that grin.

“And what’s that, Mister West?”

“Well, soon to be Mister West,” Wally says, “it’s that I’m the lucky one. I could have lost you so many times and so many ways and despite everything, today I get to marry you. I don’t think there’s anyone luckier than me today.”

“Well, not to have our first fight,” Danny teases, “but agree to disagree.”

“I think I can live with that.”

Danny laughs. There’s nothing funny about that, but the laughter bubbles up in him all the same, not from humor but from joy. “Living, that sounds like a very, very good plan.”

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AN: Aaaaaah we are done!! Not everything is perfect, but Danny is alive and living and Wally is going to be with him for all of it <3. Thank you all for coming along for the ride on this! It's been unexpectedly delightful to write these two together and I'm glad to finally wrap it up with (hopefully) a nice bow.

And yes, this will be going up on ao3 but I need the brain functions to go back to the start and give it a good polish! I'll likely do it chapter by chapter weekly to give myself and my darling beta @mokulule time.

Until then or the next thing here, stay delightful, darlings!

[princesssmars]

hazel falling in love with her childhood family friend is rotting my brain actually.

wc : 1383

sfw and slight nsfw? fem reader. thanking emma and rachel for making hazel rich because i love writing rich people stuff. i’d say maybe a good mix of cocky!hazel and loser!hazel because i love both so bad.

so for the first six years of her life she spends her winter holidays at a beautiful chalet in aspen with her parents, spending the days having snowball fights with her dad and falling asleep by the fireplace with her mom.

just like. she's rich, and her mom seems like one of thos wealthy women who loves to go on vacation to show off her perfect life and her perfect friends, so she or her husband definitely had a vacation house they'd visit every year.

when she turns seven they finally let her start skiing on the bunny slope, figuring it’s better than the little evil genius thing she does with the pots and the tiny snowmen. for a little kid she's pretty good at the sport already, if not taking the pizza and french fry tip a little too seriously.

about an hour in though, she's taking her umpteenth trip down the hill when a four foot mass slams into her right side, going at way above whatever speed limit was allowed in this area. she's lying flat on the ground, her right arm aching and her hound pounding and she's about ten seconds from crying when she looks over to see you, face planted in the snow and your shoulders shaking as you laugh like you're insane.

both sets of your parents rush over to make sure that the both of you are ok, and after you manage to calm down a bit and give hazel a very formal sounding apology that your mom whispered in your ear, you ask hazel if she can help you learn to control your speed on the slopes.

so after an hour of driving her crazy as she tries to teach you how to control your speed, your moms sit at a table watching over the both of you while sipping on their drinks and becoming fast friends.

ever since then, each winter was spent together. whether it was spending time in the snow, (hazel continued to excel at skiing, eventually giving up on trying to teach you), sharing stories of your normal lives over cups of cocoa at the cafe in the ski lodge, and helping each other decorate your christmas trees that you both had to beg your parents to buy.

whenever she went back home the days following new years, she’d count the days until she could see you again. to compensate for the time apart your parents let you send a horde of letters and e-mails to each other, letting the two of you share long phone calls on their phones when you were still to young to have your own.

hazels secret favorite hobby became photography. you couldn’t go twenty minutes without her shoving her polaroid camera in your face. she’ll tell you it’s because she’s using the vacation time to explore and try new things, and not that she constantly looks back over the photos of you with a big smile and a flush to her face.

(she also won’t mention that she’s addicted to the feeling she gets when pj and josie come over to her house and pj goes ona ten minute rant about how impossible it is that a girl that pretty could spend time with hazel without being insane. she ignores the insult because she’s hung up on the fact oh called you pretty.)

now i think hazel was pretty much always aware of the fact that she liked girls, if not because she realized that being obsessed with a certain scene from cruel intentions and always volunteering to play the husband when one of her friends wanted to play house on the playground was, in fact, not straight.

but at this point she’s maybe fifteen, she’s starting to grow into her looks and she’s definitely not ready to admit she might has a crush on you. at this point you both have had your own phones for a while, and she couldn’t even count the amount of times she had fallen asleep with you over facetime.

over the course of that year she often found herself wondering what your sexuality was. dumb ass stereotypes had her believing there was no way you, pretty and popular and preppy you could possibly be gay. and if you were a lesbian there was no chance that you'd like her back.

it was just made all the more confusing when once she had complained about how she hadn't had a girlfriend, let alone a first kiss yet and she was nearly halfway through high school with no experience for the hundredth time that you told her you had a solution for her on your next shared trip.

so you can imagine her shock when three days after landing in aspen you pull her into your room in your lodge and sit her on your bed before telling her you knew the perfect way to get more experience was to experiment with you.

"your first few times kissing and stuff can be pretty awkward, so why not just do it with me? i can show you the ropes and stuff.”

now on the outside she seemed normal, agreeing with an easy smile on her face, but on the inside her brain was playing the loudest tornado siren known to man.

it starts tame, the first few days consisting of you just telling her about your past experiences with girls and how to take it slow and everything. she knows its important but it honestly feels like torture. every time you talk to her she's wondering about what you'll do to start the physical lesson, if you'll set her down on her plush bed and softly touch her, or if you'll finally get fed up with the waiting like she is and press her and take her against a wall.

if you had known you would have prepared, but hazel was a freak in disguise and had decided that she was ready to take things into her own hands. you had invited her to sleep over at yours and drink hot cocoa while watching christmas movies and she had accepted in a heartbeat. what she didn't expect was for you to be wearing really cute pajamas, your legs covered in little hello kitty's and christmas trees with a plain red top and geez she could see you weren't wearing a bra.

hazel was a ticking time bomb, and when the two of you were sitting on the couch and she watched the reds and whites and golds dance across your face and you looked ovver at her with a 'what's wrong, hazie?' she exploded, smushing her lips onto yours in a mess of limbs and teeth.

she can feel your giggles in her mouth as she presses you down into the plush of the couch, her excited hands gripping your cheeks before brushing over your chest and gripping your waist, grinding her hips into yours and groaning when your giggle turned into high pitched moans.

it feels like she kisses you for hours before you reluctantly stop, your hands going to press into her shoulders when her head follows yours to resume making out. "hazel, as much as i'm enjoying this we were supposed to be taking this slowly. since when did you know how to...do that?"

"i dont know i just," she sighs as she tries to catch her breath, starting to get embarrassed about what a virginal mess she must look and be acting like. but you seem to like it, so she starts to not care all that much. "i just really want you. i wanna do everything with you."

you smile and hold her cheek in your hand, her eyes fluttering shut at your touch. you look at the gentle expression on her face, the slowing of her breath, and how her hips still occasionally stutter downward looking for yours, and you cant find it in your heart to deny her. you never really could.

"ok, hazie. we can do whatever you want-"

you're cut off before you can finish, the girl quickly rejoining your lips together and groping at your body once again.

when she gets back from vacation, hazel is less single, less unexperienced, and more than ready to throw this in pj's face.

i kinda lost inspo for this can you tell :,(((( but i thought the idea was cute so take this thing. bye.

[fuctacles]

2024 fic year-in-review

In 2024, I joined Bang events for the first time, and worked on 4 fics:

Creature Comforts Come in Fours (Billy/Steve/Chrissy/Eddie), written by @kallisto-k with art by me

Simple as that, an Elumax fic based on art by dragon_chris (wc: 5431)

Sex, Drugs, and a Haunted House, with art by @penny00dreadful (wc: 27972)

Murray Bauman's Fantastic Freakstravaganza with art by @blasvemous (wc: 25659)

I also took part in:

Steddie Microfic with 13 fics

Lex's Spicy Six Winter 2023 with In Love and War (wc: 6890)

Steddie Love Month with Positives Attracts (wc: 1383)

Sub Eddie Week with 7 fics (3 with transfem Steve) (wc: 11675)

Steddie Spooktober with Bonding Activity (wc: 1429)

And three Steddie Exchanges, two of which ended up Soulmate AUs:

Secret Exchange with Learning the Ropes (wc: 2363)

Summer Exchange with Dices & Dumbasses (wc: 10861)

Winter Exchange with Dude, that's My Ghost! (wc: 9064)

Then I fell neck-deep into Transfem Steve tag, started @stevieweek, and my Stevie collection has 14 works so far, which include:

the 5 fics and 2 arts for Stevie Week

Late Bloomers written for Steddie Holiday Drabbles  (wc: 2443)

Witch Hunt for Stevieween and Steddie Spooktober (wc: 2568)

Twitch streamer Stevie or the failed attempt at Stedissy (wc: 7616)

I also wrote:

a crack fic: Just like Cinderella (wc: 3367)

BigFoot!Steve: Eddie Munson's Elusive Lover (wc: 2562)

Corroded King: A boy worth getting trampled for (wc: 856)

And Started:

The Crazy Cat Lady Stevie (wc: 14208+)

Wereshifter Steve (wc: idk lol)

I also filled one event with art only and managed to close the Valdangelo doors and finish oh my gods, they were roommates! which has been trailing after me since 2021  (wc: 29905)

And so much more! Damn, being a part of a popular fandom for once is very motivating XD 

2025 plans include:

Running @stmonstercalendar and @genderthings

Writing the last one of my first Steddie ideas, hopefully (two got already turned into Bangs!)

Speaking of, expanding the universes of my Bang fics

Continuing Cat Lady and Dog Boy and expanding some of my one-shots

Dusting off the wips I've avoided mentioning here bc i'm ashamed

Dipping my toes into Dead Dove (don't worry I have a separate blog and Ao3 account so if you're into that, hmu, if you're not, you don't have to worry that you'll get jumpscared here)

Steddie and Four Or More Bingos

More polyamory and qpr ships

Thank you all for being here in any capacity, and the mods for organizing all the events, and just being a fun community to be a part of.

If reading about other people's shitty life makes you feel better about yours, here is my personal life recap.

[m00ngirl777]

Take Me In

Peter Parker x Reader

kiss number...2

Feeling a little more calm, you found yourself at a rare sight for New York, a quiet place, a local coffee shop, in a hidden spot, suggested by your special someone, who reassured you that you still had time to understand these problems, and that there was nothing to worry about, even though your last class was tomorrow and it was quite literally just to do the final exam, that you were currently trying to study for, but the more you tried to understand, the more questions you had, and the louder the nagging voice of “you should’ve been more careful, you should’ve paid attention on class, you’re no genius that can understand anything if you give them 5 minutes” was getting louder and louder. You didn’t know if the quiet cafe was so pleasant now, leaving you victim to your own thoughts, your half eaten cinnamon roll and decaf caramel latte getting cold.

summary:  Coffee shop, nyc, peter orders you decaf, breaking down finals, baby girl feels horrible, baby boy helps her feel better, light nerdy Peter.

A/N: completely inspired on me failing my calculus class :''''''(((((, I was so sad, I actually tried, I didn't have missing assignments, and if I had one more answer right in the exam I would've passed, all I could think about was Peter being a sweetheart and helping me, also kinda nerdy Peter, but not cuz I cannot write that for the life of me, like lots of mentions of calc, but very b basic, anyways hope you love it, thxx for reading, love u, byeeee. xoxo. -N.

p.s. my requests are open my loves<333

tw: crying, math, my writing lol.

wc: 1383

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After breaking down crying because for the life of you, you could not understand derivatives for your calculus exam that was tomorrow, in which you needed at least an eighty percent to pass the class. He had dragged you out of the little corner of the designated library, slash office, slash quiet working space in your floor, you had been having a nervous breakdown on for the past two days. He convinced you to calm yourself down from the sobs you were producing that seemed close to those of torture, to properly shower and wear fresh clothes.

Feeling a little more calm, you found yourself at a rare sight for New York, a quiet place, a local coffee shop, in a hidden spot, suggested by your special someone, who reassured you that you still had time to understand these problems, and that there was nothing to worry about, even though your last class was tomorrow and it was quite literally just to do the final exam, that you were currently trying to study for, but the more you tried to understand, the more questions you had, and the louder the nagging voice of “you should’ve been more careful, you should’ve paid attention on class, you’re no genius that can understand anything if you give them 5 minutes” was getting louder and louder. You didn’t know if the quiet cafe was so pleasant now, leaving you victim to your own thoughts, your half eaten cinnamon roll and decaf caramel latte getting cold.

“Hey… get out of your head,” he lightly lifted your face with his pointer and thumb in your chin, “you’ve been staring at the same line for like 5 minutes babe, don’t beat yourself up, you’re not gonna fail… and even if you do, what’s the big deal? I thought you didn’t really care about grades, at all” He said, so easily.

“Easy for you to say it… you’re an actual genius… like actually, I think you’re like three fucking points away from Einstein's IQ,” 

“Actually thirty above,” he smirked a little, you huffed and pushed his hand away from you, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms, leaning back in your chair.

“Hey-hey I’m joking, I’m joking baby,” he stood up and pulled his chair right next to yours.

“I don’t care about grades, it’s just how people view me, last time I got a 70% on physics it was trending on fucking twitter, cuz some idiot in my class thought it was hilarious to tweet that Tony Stark’s daughter could barley pass twelve grade physics,” you huffed.

“And since when do you care about what anyone thinks?” He always viewed you as someone who could not care less what anyone could ever say nevertheless think about you, and found himself truly puzzled as to why the sudden change.

“Peter, who doesn’t?” Now he was properly confused. 

“What do you mean?” he frowned. 

“Take it from someone who can read fucking minds, everyone cares, I promise you I am not an exception,” you gritted through your teeth.

“But you alway-,” “I know Peter, I always,” you cheeks felt as though they were burning, the sting in your eyes matched the one in your ego.

“It’s easier to pretend I don’t…because anyone that knows who I am expects something from me, they expect me to be an idiot, to be a genius, to be mean, to be nice, to be the twisted version of me that serves whatever validation they need, the worst part is that I care and I feel the need to play into it, and it makes me feel fucking pathetic!” In that moment he understood, your quiet breakdown in the even quieter cafe made him see you in another light, a more human, more flawed version of you, he was not so familiar with, but prepared to love as however it came. It was never about the grade, not even about what people thought of you, it was about this new discovered feeling you had of simply not feeling enough, a feeling he was more than acquainted with but never in a million years would’ve thought you shared. 

In that moment he recognized how he also held you to a certain standard, an expectation of sorts, you knew it, you knew that he thought of you as little miss perfect, avenue park princess, somewhat out of touch, and definitely never self conscious about anything at all, because you didn’t have to be, because how could you have troubled feelings or thoughts when you had it all. Well he was wrong, and he was thankful, because this side of you that you had never showed him before, this vulnerability, it made him appreciate you in a whole different way, one that was actually true to yourself. 

He softly wiped the lonely tear on your cheek “not everyone…not if you take me in…to you,” You kept the frown, but softened your eyes, a slight smile creeping into your face, most times Peter wasn’t the best with words, not even good, but somehow, this time it made sense to you. 

“Let me help you, yeah?” The new closeness giving you a little comfort, you let him look at your stupid worksheet, and leaned back into his warmth. 

“Okay, derivatives…let’s start easy,” he opened the notebook to a blank page and wrote a function, “f(x)=5”, a hand wrapped around your thigh and the other held a #2 pencil, “Okay, so this is like a basic level one, there’s like three steps to solve this, identify the function type, apply the differentiation rule, and then simplify, okay?” you nodded your head.

“So first step you have to identify the function, it could be constant, where the value is not exponential so its gonna be a parallel line to either of the axis, it could be a polynomial, so a to the x, a sum of terms, where you sum terms, and negative exponents, where it’s a to the minus x, now, which on do you think this is?” he asked you pointing to the function he had written earlier.

“Ummm… constant?” you asked more than answered.

“Why?” 

“Because, uh, it doesn’t have exponents so its a parallel line?” you combed through what he said, it was very helpful that he had written it down in order. 

“Yes baby, good job,” you couldn’t help but blush a little.

“Okay, so now you have to apply a rule, it could either be the power rule, or constant rule, which one do you think?” 

“Constant rule, cuz it’s a constant function,” you said with a new found confidence. 

“Nice, the constant rule is d over dx, then open bracket c for constant and close bracket equals zero,” 

“Is it always gonna equal zero?” you where slowly starting to understand.

“Yeah, because it has no slope, its a straight vertical or horizontal line, so always zero,” he explained so patiently, “how do you apply the rule to this function?” 

“Well if c is constant, then d over dx, open bracket, five, close bracket equals zero,” you wrote down carefully.

“And now simplify, just make it back to function of x equals c,” he waited for your answer. 

“Alright, so function of 5 equals zero,” you wrote down.

“Yeah, just remember as first derivative you have to add an apostrophe after the f, it’s called a prime notation, its basically a way of indicating the rate or change of the slope and that it’s a derivative and not an original function,” he explained.

“Okay so then it is, function, apostrophe, of five, equals zero,” you wrote finally.

“Yeah, yes, you did it baby!” He celebrated you, your soft wool sweater had a neckline that fell perfectly just bellow the shoulder on Peter’s side, he leaned in closer and laid an array of soft kisses just where your shoulder and collarbone meet, he then rested his chin in that same spot, “great job baby,”.

Maybe you only got a seventy percent in your exam, and maybe you would have to take the class again, but right then and there you knew that the warmth in your chest, because of Peter, was worth above and beyond any grade, class, thoughts, or words anyone might ever hold against you.

[writing-rat]

Loneliness and Agony

Pairings: Tara Carpenter and Gale Weathers

Content: Paranoia, Chronic Pain, Tara needs a hug, Motherly Gale Weathers

Summary: Tara is home alone. Gale decides to check on her.

WC: 1383

It had been 2 years since Sam left and a year since her mother left for days at a time. She was currently in London as usual and Tara felt… lonely. Her friends helped her whenever she went to school but apart from that she had no interaction. Friends did offer to stay, especially Amber and Mindy but she never wanted to bother them so she never agreed. She was currently on her bed as she was watching random films as she was bored. She hated feeling like this. She missed her friends. After a while, she started to go to the kitchen and was quick to get some noodles. Her diet had changed drastically ever since she was left alone. It went from a healthier diet to just pasta (plain) and noodles. She was more tired nowadays but she didn’t care. She slept after doing homework anyway, not wanting to annoy her friends outside of school. Her mother did say she was after all… 

After the Ghostface attacks though it changed, she was never alone and always had someone around. Mindy and Chad were at their mother's house, Danny was on a business trip, Sidney was back with her family and she knew Gale visited now and then. Sam was away, however, and that was frightening Tara. The night that Tara left, Sam made sure she had food for sandwiches, salads and other meals. There was no pasta or noodles, Sam did not want Tara to have the same diet as before. They also had a takeout pizza so she would have some pizza slices for lunch if she ever craved it. That night Tara also was with Sam in bed, both sisters cuddling as Sam knew that her sister was nervous. She would be back in 5 days though. She just hoped Tara would be ok and had texted Gale to check on her once every few days.

The first day Tara was nervous. She had scoured the whole house, finding every gun that Sam owned and also getting all her potential weapons. There were hockey sticks and bats too. She had seen Sam hide a gun in her closet the same night she stayed there so she quickly got that one the instant that Sam left. She had nodded at the stack of weapons before she sat on the couch, looking at the door as she had also checked if it was locked and it had been. She was thankful for that. She admitted the guns that Sam owned, feeling more comfortable. She got herself some water as she kept staring at the door, her grip staying on the gun. She proceeded to put on a film as she was glancing at the door every so often. She felt paranoid about Ghostface coming back when she was vulnerable. She had arthritis on her bad leg, her back ached way too often and she had asthma. Hell, her hand didn’t work as well as before too where she constantly dropped items in the affected one. She hated how everything ached and was in pain. 

Before long it was night and Tara was staring intently at the door, not sleeping at all. She stayed awake the entire night, staring intently and startling at every noise in the apartment. She didn’t even get a drink at all and every time she went to the bathroom she kept the door open. It was in direct eyeline of the door after all. She was keeping herself on the couch though. She was aware of the footsteps, the noises. She tensed whenever she heard boots, reaching for her asthma and taking a puff before she became even more vulnerable.

The only thing she wasn’t doing was taking her pain medication, her anxiety and depression meds too as well as her drugs for paranoia. She was more worried about Ghostface coming, getting more and more paranoid the more she didn’t sleep… 

The second day wasn’t too bad. However, the second night was the worst. She was starting to hallucinate due to not sleeping for close to 48 hours at that point. Her anxiety spiked each time she heard boots. She even thought she saw Ghostface in the window, ignoring the fact that no one would be there due to the apartment being on the 20th floor. Safe to say the glass was broken after she punched it, fear coursing through her veins. Her hand was bleeding but she didn’t care at that point. She was just wanting Sam back and wanted to feel safe. She was scared of Ghostface coming back… 

It was around midday of the second day when it all changed though. Tara, still staring at the door intently heard the sound of heels. She whimpered almost immediately as she was holding the gun up. It was around head level for an average adult. Hearing the door get unlocked, she also tensed up. It didn’t even hit her it was someone she knew until the door opened. Gale was standing there and immediately ducked when Tara hit the trigger out of fear before she saw who it was. She sighed in relief then fear when she realised what she had done. Her only saving grace was that the gun was on safety. 

“Hey, Tara. You ok?” the older woman spoke gently, sitting next to her. Tara at this point was hyperventilating, a panic attack coming on. Gale quickly grabbed the small girl’s inhaler and put it into her mouth. “It’s ok, it’s just me. It is ok. Take a few puffs and then breathe with me, ok?” she instructed. Tara nodded, doing as told. It took about 10 minutes before Tara was mostly ok. Gale just held her gently, rocking her at times as well. 

“I’m sorry…” Tara finally spoke quietly, her voice raspy from no sleep and no drinks. 

“It’s ok, don’t worry. I understand your fear. Come on, let’s go to the kitchen and get some food. We will need to clean your hand too,” she responded gently. 

“No… Don’t feel well…” she whimpered. Gale looked at her. 

“Come on,” she spoke gently. “I’ll get you your favourite food and some water. How about that?” she offered. Tara was about to protest but Gale carried the smaller girl, her being quite light for her age. She also got her some medication out, knowing that she wouldn’t have taken it. It was proven as well when Tara kept looking towards the door, panicking when it was out of sight. “Ghostface might come!” Tara was quick to yell in a panic. “Hey, honey, it’s ok,” Gale reassured as she was quick to get her some water and handed her some pills. “Take your medication then we can grab your stuff and you can stay with me,” Gale informed, making a ham sandwich for the girl. Tara did as told, wanting to protest but she knew that Gale was determined when she needed to be and she was determined here. 

As soon as she was done, Tara ate and got some clothes packed as well as one of Sam’s hoodies that she had worn before she left. Gale would’ve protested but she knew that the girl felt safe around Sam. She was thankful once they left without worries. Tara did have to bring a nailbat though just in case, that being the compromise for no guns. Gale was just happy Tara was going to hers with no issues. She would text Sam later to say she had Gale too.

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It was the third night that Sam was gone but Tara wasn’t alone now. She was cuddled up against Gale as she was much more relaxed. She was even eating which she wasn’t doing when she was alone. She was not even glancing at the door now. She kept falling asleep though but Gale never woke her up. She knew the girl didn’t sleep at all while she was home alone.

She hoped that Tara would be ok after a while, she was sure that Tara would be independent in the future, but for now, she wasn’t able to do as much as she wanted to. For now, she would care for the girl whenever Sam would need to go. She wanted both sisters to be successful.

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Ghoulette Appreciation Weeks 2024 Masterlist

AO3 series (they all have fun little titles over here!)

Week 1: Start of Something New & Girls Night In/Out | Tumblr | AO3 | General | Rating: G | wc: 2274

Week 2: Stealing Clothes | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1291

Week 3: First Ritual & Lazy Sunday | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1004

Week 4: Elemental Practice | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1383

Week 5: Comfort & Hobbies | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1142

Week 6: Murder Ghoulettes & Self-care | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: M | wc: 1270

Week 7: "Can't you see how much I love you?"/Love confessions & Makeovers/Dressing-up | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: T | wc: 2002

Week 8: Coffee Shop AU & Sick-fic | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 2651

Week 9: Pranks & Getting a pet | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 2982

Week 10: Marriage/Soul-bonding & Laughing | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1106

Week 11: Caught in the Rain & Long distance relationships | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1055

Week 12: Beach day & Playful one-upping | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1378

Week 13: Last Ritual & Learning new things | Tumblr | AO3 | Rating: G | wc: 1092

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday! From your Nightmare AU, maybe something for Thalia & Vivienne using the Empress arcana tarot prompt! (Bonus points if you use the inverted card... if you want to write something dark!)

Thank you!! Oh boy!!

the empress: passion, ferocity, fertility; “You cannot do this!” possible AUs/settings/ideas: motherhood, protectiveness, villain au 

Reversed: insecurity, overbearing, negligence, smothering, lack of growth, lack of progress 

I tried to get both in there, but it kinda turned into Samson and Vivienne grandstanding at each other and then Thalia gives a speech??? IDK. Hopefully it will make sense tomorrow.

A direct continuation of this.

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1383

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A battalion of hulking Red Templars stood at the edge of the clearing. At their fore stood three figures. One Thalia did not recognize: an attractive man with dark skin, short-cropped hair and one eye of bright green. The opposite eye glowed a sinister red. She thought the other flanking guard a stranger until she looked closer. Under his helmet, veins of red lyrium snaked across his face and illuminated a patterned tattoo that traced his nose and jaw. Dread filled Thalia. Oh, Knight-Captain Rylen. What have they done to you? They both wore breastplates emblazoned with the crest of the Templar Order, wearing red lyrium crystals on chains about their necks.

Between them stood Samson. 

He had donned his horrible armor, black metal upon crimson, and in it seemed taller than Thalia remembered from that night in her — his — quarters. He gazed across the glade, unimpressed by the ghoulish display put on by the townsfolk. He cared naught for petty cults that had cropped up in the world run by his master, it appeared. He ignored the hooded robes, the ominous torchlight, the makeshift dais and its crude altar. He gazed past all that and looked Thalia in the eye.

Something curious showed in his face. Thalia did not think it had been there last time, when he had been full of pomp and bluster, trying to seduce her with his silver tongue. Or maybe she had seen a glimpse, when he’d reached a trembling hand out to her as she straddled the balustrade, terrified she would jump. 

Whatever it was, it vanished as Samson stepped forward, replaced by a slippery grin bisecting his long face. All the red that surrounding him seemed to gather in his eyes. 

“Hello there, Madame du Fer. That’s what they called you back in the Orlesian court, innit?” 

Thalia tightened her grip on Cullen’s arm and looked to Vivienne. The woman had drawn herself up to her considerable height, but even as he approached on ground level Samson seemed to tower over them all. 

“General Samson,” Vivienne responded cooly. Her expression betrayed nothing. “I had hoped I’d never have the displeasure of meeting you in person.”

“Me as well, Iron Lady. Me as well.” The crowd melted away with each clinking step Samson took. Rylen and the Templar with mismatched eyes dogged his heels, and the foot soldiers lumbered behind like the tail of a blood red comet. Samson reached the base of the dais and cocked his head. “Seems I’ve interrupted some sort of party.” 

“Vile servant of the Dark Lord,” spat the man whom Thalia had found leaning over Cullen on the altar when she and Vivienne had stormed into the clearing. He leveled the dagger in his hand at the giant red lyrium crystal protruding from Samson’s breastplate. “It is your foul misdeeds we seek to dispel with our worship!” He motioned toward Cullen, on hands and knees beside Thalia. “This degenerate creature is a byproduct of your fell sorcery and must be cleansed.” 

“By all means, go for it,” Samson drawled, gaze drifting from the cultist to Cullen, and then to Thalia. “Ain’t him I’m here for.” 

Thalia’s heart seized in her chest. Cullen looked sick and sweaty, too woozy to form words, let alone defend her. She had her staff on her back, but it would be her, alone — against not only a Red Templar horde, but the cultists as well, if Vivienne could not get them to stand down. 

She looked desperately toward Vivienne. Thalia knew it was foolish to hope Vivienne would step in after the days of deceit and deception, but she prayed for it all the same. After dispatching the Red Templar scout together, Vivienne had shown Thalia the way to the glade, turning circumspect. It was the closest thing Thalia suspected she would get to an apology which she would take if it meant saving Cullen’s life. 

But now the calculus had changed. Vivienne always said she would put the lives of her subjects first. 

Vivienne’s eyes narrowed. “What exactly are you saying to me?”

Samson’s hand went to the hilt of his longsword over his right shoulder; he stroked it lightly while he seemed to consider the question. “Hand over the Inquisitor, and there don’t need to be any bloodshed here today.” He smirked at the cultist with the dagger, who looked ready to defecate in his breeches. “Least not at the hands of me and mine.” 

“Samson,” Cullen snarled, his voice thick and slurry. “Don’t you dare lay on a hand on her, or…”

“Or what? You’ll retch on my boots? You look so blasted you can’t even stand, my friend.” Samson chuckled. “Remember when it used to be the other way round, back at the Hanged Man?” 

“Enough,” Vivienne cut in. “I don’t care about your shared history, and I certainly don’t care about your petty pissing contest.”

“But do you care about deals, Iron Lady? The kind where you scratch my back and I scratch yours?” Samson cocked his head. “Think of it: this is a little forgotten stretch of nowhere. We’ll be happy to leave it that way. You can strip naked and have orgies in the name of whatever imagined gods you like. Cut each other up and eat each other’s hearts for all I care. All you gotta do is give me the girl.” 

Vivienne turned her icy gaze upon Thalia, who was white-knuckling Cullen’s arm with both hands. “Please, Vivienne, you cannot do this.” 

“I think you can,” Samson countered. “Easily.”

Vivienne pressed her lips together, surveyed the hooded figures around her. “What say you, subjects of mine?”

The man with the dagger sneered, “Hand her over!” 

Thalia expected a chorus to accompany him, but the crowd only murmured as the townsfolk looked among themselves. 

“But… she is the Herald of Andraste,” whispered one. 

“Our Mistress said she would lead us to salvation,” said another. 

“I saw the mark on her hand; she’s legitimate.”

“She walked out of the Fade once — she could do it again.” 

Thalia took a deep breath and raised her head, staring out over the crowd in disbelief. Maybe Vivienne was right, about heroes and villains and the roles into which they had been cast. Clutching Cullen’s hand, she pushed herself to her feet. 

“Hear me, one and all.” Her heart pounded in her ears. “Corypheus may have won the battle, but he has not won the war. If that were true, then why are so many of you out here, resisting?” 

Another ripple of murmurs went through the black-cloaked crowd. She watched Samson frown, his red-tinged retinue rear up at the rabble. 

“But you must understand,” Thalia continued, before the moment was lost, “targeting men like Cullen will not rid this land of the rot that taints it. You must attack the corruption at its root.” She stared down at Samson, swallowing hard at the fury she saw brewing in his face. She pointed to him. “This man is responsible for the red lyrium that swallows your land and your loved ones. This man mined it, refined it, fed it to good and noble Templars until they fell victim to its madness.” She cut herself off before her voice could break, catching sight again of Rylen. “And when that wasn’t enough, turned to regular, hard-working people to fuel his army. Return me to him if you wish, but know that if you do, you serve the very dark god you purport to despise.” 

The crowd erupted, and the Red Templar guard reared; live steel flashed on both sides. Samson drew his longsword in his left hand, scowling. It glowed the same infernal red as his armor, his eyes, his minions. 

“Quiet,” he roared, brandishing the sword with one hand, showing off incredible strength and agility. “This has been a fun little bandy, but this is your last chance, Iron Lady. Give me the Inquisitor, or prepare for violence.”

“We stand behind you, Mistress,” came a shout from the crowd.

Another: “Give us our orders, Mistress.” 

“You walk in the light of the Herald, Mistress.” A third still. 

Thalia looked to Vivienne. Their eyes met, and Vivienne gave a near imperceptible nod. 

Vivienne drew her staff. Her voice sounded amused. “Violence it is, General.” 

[asaarii]

What is love? Love is… ft: ahri, yone, aphelios, kayn reader: gn wc: 1383 requests are open so feel free to hit me up, either about league or mk1!!

Cherishing the time spent together, whether a brief moment…

Ahri is well aware of your difference in life spans. She’s watched many she’s known and loved grow old while she remains trapped within an unaging body. However, that doesn’t deter her from loving you any less. If anything, it pushes her to show how deep her love runs for you, even if it ends in heartbreak like it always does.

It’s not uncommon to have her cuddled against your chest, her tails curled limply while her legs intertwine with your own. She falls asleep against the lull of your slowed heartbeat, counting each and every one before committing the tune to memory. You feel her arms tighten around your waist every so often, going lax when she still feels you with her.

Your eyes crack open slightly to see her snoozing peacefully against you. “You’re touchy today, hm?”

Her ears twitch at the familiar symphony of your voice as she, too, slowly rouses from her rest. “Stop it,” she slaps your chest lightly with a sleep-roused giggle. The two of you remain like that for a bit, talking about your days while occasionally sharing messy, laugh-filled kisses.

At the end of it all, Ahri rests her forehead against yours with closed eyes, praying and hoping that you’re the one who’ll stay by her side forever. Even if she knows it isn’t true.

Or an eternity.

Despite the stillness of the night, Yone isn’t naive enough to believe the two of you are alone. With one of his twin swords gripped in each hand, he separates his mind from his body, scouring the area for any trace of the lingering Azakana. The brush beside him rustles and out of instinct, he slashes his sword, revealing nothing but a cowering rabbit.

He sucks his teeth, annoyed and on edge as the familiar tug of his body pulls him from his ethereal state. You press your hands to his chest when you notice his once-still body move. There is no heartbeat, only the illusion of a warmth you once sought during your time alive. Even without his heart, Yone continues to breathe; deep steady breaths that cause his chest to rise and fall.

A reminder, of sorts, of your unending mission to bring peace to those who continue to thrive in the light of life.

Just as he leans down, lips brushing ever so slightly against your own, an ear-piercing scream echoes through the dark forest. The two of you share a look, and Yone sighs, hands tightening on the hilts of his swords once more before disappearing into but a wisp of wind. You follow closely behind him, hands gripping your own weapon as you weave stealthily through the crooked branches.

In the middle of the clearing, the Azakana remains perched atop a moss-covered rock. The moonlight caresses its oddly human face, trailing from its neck to a more traditional, monstrous body.

Its eye glow as it turns to you and Yone, thin lips parting to reveal dangerous fangs. It strikes fast, but the two of you are quicker, diving to opposite sides of the creature before unleashing powerful attacks of unrestrained magic.

Before long, the once fearsome Azakana is nothing but dust in the wind and a tale on your tongue. Yone is the one to retrieve its mask, clipping it to his side. He then turns to you, offering a bandaged hand like he’s done many times before and will do again till the last creature on Runeterra breathes its last breath.

It’s being able to find peace within each other.

Peace is not a word Aphelios would often use to describe himself or his lifestyle. He’s always on the move, whether it be to or from battle. So when he finally has a moment to himself, he isn’t quite sure what to do. He contemplates reaching for the poison he’s taken oh-so-many times, though he knows Alune would be disappointed knowing he’s destroying his own body outside of combat.

A small huff escapes his lips as he collapses against his temporary bedding. No use in making yourself comfortable if you’re just going to move again, right? His head lulls to the side for a moment, dark strands falling to the side to reveal the purple crescent moon across his eye. He sits up, pacing around the room for a brief moment before deciding to step outside.

It was safe to say he wasn’t expecting to see your figure aimlessly wandering throughout the current Lunari hideout. Your ceremonial robes–once pristine and regal–are now nothing but rags, your hair is matted and unkempt, and you’re bruised and battered from your journey.

And yet… you look nothing less than ethereal to Aphelios. He wonders if you were blessed by the beauty of the moon itself. It calms him; both knowing you’re alive, and simply being in your presence. 

As he makes his way towards you, he feels his heart pound erratically in his chest–a feeling normally numbed by the poison. You turn to him with a worn smile and tired eyes, and your legs shake with each step you take towards him. He catches you when you stumble, pulling you to his chest with one hand while the other finds purchase on your waist.

“Hey, Phel…” your voice is but a small croak, and he’s sure he would have missed it had his ears were that of a normal man’s. In response, he hums, picking you up before tucking your head against his chest. He makes his way back to his home, taking extra care not to drop you around the more narrow areas. Your incoherent mumbles reach his ears, but he’s only able to pick up on a few words.

He only dares to look down at your face when your tangent comes to a halt. Aphelios smiles, offering a chaste kiss on your forehead as he enters your now-shared home.

Despite not being a man who knows peace, Aphelios can’t help but wish to remain by your side forever.

It’s grounding each other.

One moment. That was all it took for Kayn to lose control of Rhaast. In his brief moment of weakness, he thought of you. How disappointed you’d be if you saw him like this. How terrified you’d be witnessing the atrocities he’s commit despite being well-versed in the field of assassination yourself.

When he awakens from Rhaast’s carnage, he’s confused. Lost as to what happened; lost as to how he’s still alive. He tries, really he does, to think about anything that happened during Rhaast’s takeover, but he comes up with nothing but a piercing headache that has him reeling back with furrowed brows.

“Fuck!” His balled fist collides harshly against the ground, leaving a small crater in his place when he stands. He brings his clawed hand to his face, squeezing at his temples until he feels blood drip down the side of his face.

A gentle hand pries his hand away from his face, caressing the bloodied skin with the pad of its thumb. Kayn flinches beneath the touch, unable to meet your gaze which he knows is disappointed. 

“You’re alright…” The sudden feeling of your body crushing his causes the remaining air in his lungs to leave with a choked grunt. He reciprocates your affection hesitantly, hands still trembling from the intensity of Rhaast’s takeover. Gone is his usual cocky, assured persona, and in its place is a man terrified of hurting one of the few things he held dear.

“I thought I’d lost you.” Your voice trembles, lacking the usual nonchalance he’s grown used to hearing. It’s an odd change, though welcome nonetheless. His arms pull you closer to him, winding tightly around your midsection before he allows himself to slump tiredly against your shoulder.

He thought he’d lost you too.

You press your nose against his temple breathing in the scent of him beneath the ash and blood that coats him in thick layers. “I’ve got you…” You mumble though it’s more of an assurance for you than him, “I’ve got you.”

He takes it all in. Your words of comfort, your touches, and, most importantly of all, your presence. The unyielding rock that held him still in his moments of weakness. 

©asarii 2023 — do not copy, steal, repost, or translate any of my works on tumblr or any other site

[birdflashweek]

Title: Comet Carrying Love Author: TaxiCabToSlowtown Rating: Teen WC: 1383 Prompts: Oblivious, "You're in love sweetie", Childhood Friends Summary: Wally rolled away from him onto his back.

“I’m not, why would I be pining for Dick?”

Iris walked into the room, stopping in front of Wally and looking down at where he was spread out on his back on the ground. She leaned down and patted his face gently. “Because you’re in love, sweetie,” she replied, before heading over to the couch with Barry and Hal and squeezing in.

Wally was not in love.

BIRDFLASH WEEK DAY 3!

(NSFW below the cut)

[kangaroo-writes-trash]

“The Herbalist”

With the minutes-past ringing of a bell and a fourth prompting cough, a human woman skirting her late-sixties, despite the clear pale skin and pristine look of someone one-third her age, slinks out of the ‘staff only’ hallway from the back of her brightly-lit store. A baggy-white blouse is worn over her torso and is tucked into an ankle-length black denim skirt, with a thin red string delicately tied around the collar. Through the soft-pink hair that at times obscures her similarly-coloured eyes, she looks upon the couple that’s been calling her forward: two men she doesn’t recognise, both wearing heavy winter clothing which almost entirely hides the leathered armour that they’re clad in, that and the sheathed blades and bows that hang off their harnesses which clearly hasn’t seen the excitement of a single fight. The one on the left, younger than his partner, whose fiery-red ponytail and barely-grown facial hair is the first to pique her interest. He appears to be enraptured by the trays of soil lining the wall to their right, which dutifully grows a wide variety of vegetables, flowers, and mushrooms, just to name a few. The man on the right, however, has his attention squarely on the woman who made them wait, his bushy-brown eyebrows firmly set angling downwards, and with dry lips that have unlikely to have smiled in years. “You should invest in more seating, girl.” The older man snaps, with a curt gesture to the single stool that's sat by one of the three vine-covered supporting pillars. The seat already having been taken by a sleeping white cat; a faithful customer. “And you could do with some patience, boy.” She retorts with a flick of her chin, her voice youthful if not dripping with a bead of playful venom. He squints, before closing the distance between him and the counter that the woman stands behind. “…me and me son need something.” “…Well,” her nails slowly, purposefully, drag across the wood, sporadic wraps as her eyes move between him and his self-proclaimed son who’s still yet to notice her arrival.  “Something? I can manage that, I’d say.” “Orion, for the love of the gods, stop messing with the damned plants!” Orion startles, quickly rubbing his hands free of the idly-collected dirt and hurrying to his father’s side. “Sorry. Sorry, miss.”  At least one of them has manners. “Now, that mysterious something, I’m going to need more. Neither of you looks outwardly sick, so probably not a tonic or antidote, right?” “Yes-“ “I could concoct something to keep your eyes on the straight and narrow? Keen reactions, and keener senses?” As she speaks, she starts pulling free an assorted collection of bulbous vials filled with liquids of various colours and viscosities. “We-“ “There’s always the few old faithfuls. One that makes you stronger, or smarter?” Deep orange and beaming blue, respectively. “Faster on the draw, longer in the-“ A beat, hesitating on the latter vial, “-well, never mind that one. But! Old Helvella’s got anything you’d need. I can fix a sickness right up and stop a disease in its tracks, you’ll be right as rain. Even though you say you don’t need it right now, there always comes a day when you do! Eventually! There’s one that helps you sleep, and one that keeps you awake? Given a week, I might even find the drive for one more… lucid, in effect. Besides, there’s always a plethora of ones that can keep you healthy!” “That!” The son answers quickly, if only to halt his father’s tightening grip on the edge of the counter. “Something that rights us when we fall, that’s what pa’s been looking for!” “Things to heal your wounds, then? Rather boring, but still, a popular choice for a reason.” Four more bursts of her fingers against the wood, before quickly leaning over the counter, far enough that the pair lean back to compensate. “Now! How many?~” “…A hundred gold coins for three.” The nameless-father orders a rather stark haggle - as if he holds any sway.  “Now, why would I do that? One hundred and twenty-five, no budging. Orion, sweetie, hop over and pluck three of those orange-spotted mushrooms, okay? They’re the ones in the yellow soil. And… one of the purple-capped, and two cloves from the smallest bulb of garlic. Don’t let them touch your skin, or you’ll be needing an antidote sooner than expected. Oh, and a leaf from the succulent on your way back? Good boy.” If headlights existed, he’d be a deer stuck in them. Only after an empty ‘shooing’ motion does he jump into action, leaving his father alone with the woman who named herself Helvella. “You’re going to make them? Don’t you have some already made? We’re in a rush.” “Like I said. Patience. If you were really in a hurry, you wouldn’t be haggling prices with me.” She speaks behind a polite smile that they both know isn’t so, returning the many displayed mixtures, medicines, and elixirs to their place beneath the counter. “…Is this necessary?” Not in the slightest. “You’re free to wander your way to another store if you’re so sorely inclined?” A satisfying moment of silence. “…No? Oh! Right, my mistake! Helvella’s Helluva’ Good Garden is the only reliable herbalist this side of the city! Silly me! Seems like you’ll have to make do.” He sends out a disapproving grunt that she clearly couldn't care less about, eventually admitting defeat on the unwinnable staring contest by turning to his still-busy son. “Get a move on, boy. I want us gone by nightfall.” “Busy trip ahead of you?” She inquiries with a sly smirk, before shifting to a sweet smile in the direction of the delivery boy; Orion, with the requested ingredients held in the pseudo-basket made from his shirt. “That’s right!” Orion answers in his fathers stead. “We’re heading north, to visit my ma! We’re gonna-“ “-enough chatter already. We’ve been here long enough as it is, just make sure those things get done soon, yeah?” “Shouldn’t take more than an hour! Thirty minutes, if you want to risk ruining the settling.” Helvella claims, whilst not at all moving to get to work. “Half up-front, if you wouldn’t mind.” Somewhat surprisingly, it’s the son that carries their coin- who thankfully doesn’t make a fuss about the seventy-odd coins that get neatly stacked between them. “We’ll be back! An hour, right?” “An hour.” She confirms, sliding three coins back their way. And with only a traded smile and a tasty glare, the pair take their leave. Three orange-spotted mushrooms, one purple-capped, two ripped-free cloves of garlic, and one of the healthier leaves from the plant by the door. To join that list is two vials of liquid pulled from beneath the counter, both easily mistaken for water by their clear look- if only they didn’t reek of iron and gunpowder respectively. “Am I forgetting anything, my little dove?” She asks into the mostly-empty store, a response extending from the snoozing cat through a soft trill. With a nod, she brings the ingredients with her as she ducks back through the ‘staff only’ hallway, returning a minutes later with two small plates covered in an assorted mess of foods, including cooked meats, diced vegetables where carrots reign supreme, and, some rather-recently collected garlic and mushrooms. After setting both on the counter, she doubles back for one more thing: a saucer of milk. Helvella sets that and one of the plates underneath the stool, running her fingers through the stray’s still-beautiful fur. They’ll get to it when they get to it. Talking about getting to it: she grabs three vials from beneath the counter, all the same, rose-tinted red, and places them on the far right of the counter. Order complete. “They don’t deserve homemade,” followed by a soft giggle, and a well needed hour-long lunch break.

[sunlightwoo]

san francisco vapor

☀︎ pairing: apollo!eric x fem!reader

☀︎ genre: reincarnation au, fluff and angst, slice of life au, greek mythology au, enemies to lovers au (sorta), immortals au (WARNING: mentions of arrows being shot from a bow)

☀︎ wc: 1383

☀︎ plot: It was coincidental that you ended up being in the mortal world because of the punishment that you had implemented on yourself. However, for some reason it seems as though fate had other plans, because now you were stuck on Earth with the one person that you were running away from in the first place.

☀︎ a/n: hey guys!! welcome to week 2 of my summer project, aka the storms of broken hearts collection!! for this week, this is my piece that is a part of @wavesmp3​​​‘s tale as old as time collab, in which it is the modernized version of apollo and daphne’s myth. i hope you guys like this piece for this week, since next week i’ll be posting the prequel to ride along!!

STORMS OF BROKEN HEARTS | TBZ MASTERLIST

San Francisco, the Golden City.

You were currently writing the rest of the menu for your cafe onto the chalkboard that was supposed to be hung on the wall as you felt some sort sensation at the edge of your fingertips. The start of a new season was always an exciting time for you as the thought of the new customers that were already lined up at the start at the door after hearing about the new boba place that you just so happened to own.

After years of perfecting different recipes and creating different pieces of baked goods and drinks, you were finally able to open the little cafe that you named, Sunlight’s Apollo. The cafe was meant to heal people, as a way to put them at ease of their troubles and worries of the world, but for some reason you wanted to stick with the concept of the sun and Apollo since it felt more familiar to your heart that way.

You wanted to remember your first life, for as many centuries that you have remembered living through in multiple lives, but nothing had worked. Not a single memory of your first life could spark, and you wonder if it was because of something that might’ve happened back then that might be preventing you from remembering. 

However, all that you could think of was how excited you were to open your cafe in a few moments of time, and how accomplished you felt for just doing so all on your own with the help of your friends that just so happened to be your coworkers as well. 

The day already flies by like a blink of an eye as customers come and go, waves of these individuals rushing in and out of the small place with smiles on their faces made you feel pleased. You were doing something right, you think to yourself as you glanced at the clock to see that it was already 6 in the evening, the golden hues of the sunset falling in through the glass windows and into the place.

It was quiet and peaceful as there were probably four customers that were enjoying the last few sips and crumbs of their treats, your two friends already leaving since it was almost time for closing and you wanted to close for the night. You could’ve sworn that one of them, Sunwoo, had turned the sign to close, because the moment that you see the next minute pass by, a new individual walks in with a step in his pace.

You looked up from where you were cleaning the back counter to make eye contact with them, ready to greet them when you suddenly noticed something as soon as you locked eyes. A wave of nausea somewhat hits you as flashes of memories started to appear in your mind, from sitting by a body of water to being shot with an arrow that you presumed to belong to Eros, you assumed that this was your first life as you remember begging your father to turn you into a tree to run away from him. 

Him, who had finally walked through the door of your cafe with pride on his face. 

“It seems as though I have found you again.” He greets with a smile on his face, stopping in front of where the register was with a flower in his hand, and you could only let out a scoff at his manner, your entire happy mood from the entire day being ruined with his presence alone.

“You have some nerve to show your face here, Apollo.”

His human form seemed to scream everything about his God counterpart, which made you realize that it must’ve been the reason why the sun suddenly seemed brighter today and how familiar the name of your cafe seemed. Everything about him was everything that you could think of from all the times that you’ve described to your ‘friends’ the ideal boyfriend that you wanted, but it was all wrong in your eyes. You despised him for as long as you remember, and you could only think that it might be because of all the right reasons.

He seemed more confident in this form, ready to have stuff given to him at the tip of his fingers and you didn’t want to fall apart at that and become his victim. However, deep down on the inside you knew that there wasn’t a reason for him to show up unexpectedly if he didn’t want anything, and something in you had a hunch that it had to be about you. 

“You can call me Eric, you know, just like how people call you Y/n, rather than Daphne,” He muses, leaning against the counter and you raise an eyebrow at how forward he was being, and for once you were intrigued with what he might’ve wanted, but it was all shut down with the next few words that left his lips.

“I want to talk about what happened to us, because it’s my fault that you ended up like this.”

Your face contorts with confusion with a hint of anger, eyes tearing away from his to realize that there weren't any more customers, but instead a locked door as it was now only the two of you in the cafe. Your eyes go back to his and there was something about the gaze of his that made you feel as though you should give him a sliver of a chance to explain, given that he had used all this time to find you once again in this life. 

It wasn’t until you saw that there were two arrows that appeared into his hands and you recognized it to be the arrows that were used to be hit the day that it all happened; a golden one and a lead one. He holds them out for you to see and a moment of silence passes by, until he decides to break both of them against his knee and as if it were magic, all the hate and spite you held for him was gone.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why it had vanished, but you notice how his eyes had watered as he gazed at you with a longing look, making your heart beat louder in your chest as you weren’t sure what this could mean for you both. The silence felt overbearing as you didn’t know what to do, or whether or not you should move closer to him, however you could tell that there was some sort of tension that was present between you two that was ready to be broken by the sound of one’s confession. 

“I spent millenia looking for you, from the moment that I heard you reincarnated… If I had known that I was the one making you suffer the entire time… I would’ve never tried Eros in the first place.” He whispered quietly, his voice slightly cracking at his own words and you could feel a lump in your throat as the urge to wipe his tears away felt overwhelming. 

“I’m sorry that you suffered because of me.” You whispered back, looking away from him momentarily to collect your thoughts when suddenly he flashes in front of you as you blink, where you were now just inches apart from one another.

Everything seemed to flash in your own mind as you stared into his golden brown eyes, pieces of what could be your future together and it seemed risky. You were technically a deity, even though you had been reincarnated after being a tree for many centuries, and you could live for as long as you wanted if you stayed with Eric, but you wondered what would happen if you didn’t stay with him as well. 

A touch of his lips onto yours had seemed to make your mind even more hazy as you felt as though kissing him was the missing puzzle piece your heart had been yearning to find. It was intoxicating, a vapor that seemed to have filled your lungs as you could only think that he was the one person that you wanted forever, no matter how bad your past might’ve been together.

“Want to start over again, and rewrite our history?”

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can you write some taehyung nsfw thigh riding getting ruined by yeotan turning things from steamy to giggly/soft?

Thanks for your ask <3 This one is called Up The Wall. 

WC: 1383

Genres: fluff, smut

Tags: dom/sub elements, dom!taehyung, sub!reader

(*Cis female reader*)

Taehyung has been driving you up the wall today and he knows it.

It started when the two of you went on a date to a five star restaurant earlier today. Dates with Taehyung are always at odd hours, either really early in the morning or very late at night to avoid anyone seeing you out together. You are always okay with that, understanding Taehyung’s career and appreciating the effort he puts in so you can have normal dates.

He even bought you a beautiful red dress for it, despite it only being a lunch date. He had booked a private room and ordered all your favourite dishes, along with a few new ones that you loved.

Then. Then. He started playing footsies. 

He ran his leather dress shoe up your stocking-clad leg under the table. It felt scandalous to do in public, even if this was a private room. Worst of all, he put his cheek in his hand and watched you with a cheeky grin. 

“Why aren’t you eating? Is it not good?” He had asked you.

You forced a smile and said yes. He gave you a boxy smile in reply. 

Of course he did. Your boyfriend is the definition of cheeky.

After lunch at 11 AM, he took you to the movies. There was a new thriller movie out, but not many were going to see it because a more popular blockbuster had come out the weekend before. As such, you and Tae got into a midday show without anyone recognizing you.

You thought Taehyung’s teasing was over until he started playing along to scare you. You would be gripping his hand tightly in fear of the upcoming jump scare only for him to yelp beside you and scare you first. You almost got angry at him a few times until you saw how hard he was laughing, and the tears of laughter in his eyes.

So you let two things go. The footsies incident and the jump scares trick.

But then, the movie hit its climax, right towards the end and took you completely off-guard. You thought for sure the protagonist’s family would be okay if they had survived until now, but the villian got to them in a shocking way that had you jumping.

“Was it that scary?” Taehyung had mumbled in your hair, laughing at your cute reaction.

“It really was.” You whined, looking up at him.

His eyes were dark, even darker than they should’ve been with the lights off. He was no longer just looking at you, but looking all over your body. Your body pressed into his side, breasts pushing together. His eyes lingered down your cleavage, pink tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. HIs hand lingered on the thigh you had shoved up onto his lap in your fear. He thumbed over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you shiver.

It’s safe to say that now that you’re home home, you are ready to jump his bones. 

“Okay, okay!” Taehyung laughs when you kiss him ferociously in the entryway, tipping his head back. He takes your hand and guides you to the living room sofa. “But we have to be fast. The producers said I have to be there by 4pm to record my part of the song.”

You glance at the clock. You have half an hour until Taehyung has to leave. It would take ten for him to shower after you had sex, which meant twenty for a quickie. That is fine by you.

“What can I do?” You ask, eyes meeting his. He smiles languidly at the intensity in your gaze, not worried at all by the time. His eyes work all over your body, hands tightening at your waist.

“Would princess like to use my thigh to get off?” Taehyung whispers in your ear. You tighten your hold on his shoulders.

“Please.” You whisper. 

You stand as Taehyung gets his pants off. You take off your panties, and they glisten with pre-come. Taehyung’s eyes catch on, not missing a single detail when it comes to you.

Without further ado, you climb onto Taehyung’s thigh, making him coo at how needy you are. He hikes your dress up, exposing your ass to the cold living room air. You whine, rubbing your wet cunt against the firm muscle of his thigh. Taehyung’s hands knead and pull at your ass cheeks, guiding your movements up and down. On the outside, you’re in control. But both of you know he is the one who has control of how and when you get off. A control you gave him a long time ago, one you never want back. 

Under his burning gaze and smirk, you feel the pressure in your stomach building like a coil ready to snap. “T-Tae.” You whimper. 

Taehyung pulls the front of your dress down, making your bra-clad breasts fall out. He unfastens the bra singlehandedly and tosses it somewhere. His fingertips roll your nipple between them. His hot mouth works its way down your neck. You arch your back, pushing your breasts towards him. He laughs at your eagerness, licking at one nipple with tongue and just enough hints of teeth that it drives you up the wall.

“T-Tae. I’m almost there.” You whine, tightening a hand in his gorgeous brown locks.

“Hmm, really? Hasn’t even been five minutes, though.” Taehyung asks, pretending to sound truly confused. You groan, going faster. “Oh, that’s not very polite. What are you supposed to ask, princess?” He chides, sounding like he’s talking about cloudy weather. 

“Please, please let me come, Tae. I’ve been good, please?” You ask, nearly crying.

But before Taehyung can reply, a bark cuts you off.

The two of you snap out of the scene, equally mortified to see Tannie at the edge of the carpet. His glassy eyes stare up at you. Still breathless, you put your head against his still-clothed shoulder and scream. 

“We forgot his walk today, didn’t we?” Taehyung reads your mind.

“I just can’t catch a break today!” You complain against the fabric.

Taehyung’s deep laugh reverberates through him, making his shoulders shake. He pats your head lightly. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you later.” He says, hooking a finger in the dress. He lets go suddenly, making the material snap against the underside of your breasts. You lightly smack his shoulder in frustration. He kisses your forehead, then guides your hips so you get off him.

“I know, baby. But we can’t ignore our puppy’s needs.” Taehyung explains, stroking his hands up and down your body in a gentle, nonsexual way. “How about this? We clean up together and take him for a walk, you bring him back home when I go to the studio, and I make it up to you later? Hmm, princess?” He coaxes you, cupping your face. You pout, knowing he has a point but not liking it. To sell his argument, Taehyung litters small kisses all over your face. 

“You better. Or I’m kicking you out.” You say, half-serious. You think you deserve an award for the amount of self-control it takes to dismount Taehyung’s fucking perfect thigh. Taehyung giggles at how non-threatening your voice sounds with your face smushed in his hands. 

“Yes, baby. I’ll make it up to you. You know you always come better when I make you wait, don’t you? Just give me a couple hours, I need to record that song.” He tells you.

“When you get home, your dick is mine.” You threaten dramatically like a movie villain. Taehyung laughs, helping you put your dress back on. “At least take the shower with me.” You insist, the only way you’ll let this terrible inconvenience slide. 

“Of course, baby.” He says, leading you down the hall to the bathroom. 

As the two of you get in the shower, Taehyung comes to stand behind you. “And then, I’ll let you come on my cock. As many times as you like, since you’ve been such a good girl today. Is that fair, baby?”

You groan, turning the shower on to cut his words off. But even the sound of the water can’t cut off Taehyung’s loud laugh. Kim Taehyung is really driving you up the wall today.

Both sfw and nsfw requests are open 🖤

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The Breakup Playlist (NCT)

All short stories to be posted on June 18. Now available.

6 breakup songs, 6 chosen NCT members, 6 short stories.

I'll do my best to make you sad because that's the purpose of this. To make it more realistic, I based some of it from my experiences. Also, let me know if you want to be tagged.

Note: These are inspired by the songs I included. Not entirely by the lyrics but the idea only. You get what I mean. And also I apologize in advance if there are any grammatical errors. I am a newbie in writing stories in full English so bear with me. As long as you get to understand it then it’s fine. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Xiaojun (wc: 1196)

Ten (wc: 1673)

Winwin (wc: 1044)

Johnny (wc: 1383)

Yuta (wc: 955)

Doyoung (wc: 1562)

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Heartbroken Wingwoman

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric. 

Angst. Cedric Diggory x Reader, Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) [Or maybe more, if anyone is interested for a part 2]

WC:1383

a/n: We weren’t given names of Cedric’s friends so let’s pretend that one of them is called Lucas okay? Good!

I wanted to get all the angst fics out of the way before I post fluff pieces for the holidays.

Plus it is my first Cedric fic so feedback is really appreciated.

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Seeing him pursue another girl hurt.

Let alone helping him pursue said girl.

That’s right you are helping your best friend ask out one of the most popular girls in Hogwarts, Cho Chang.

You didn’t want to be in this situation. (Who in their right mind would?) But if it means spending more time with him, you would again and again.

Cause who would fall for their childhood best friend who already have pictures and memories of each other in their diapers. (Oh right you would!) Sure, this situation you got yourself isn’t ideal. You had seriously thought it was you Cedric was referring to, but alas it was not.

At least in this way, when coming up with romantic ideas to woo Cho, you would pretend that he was doing them to you.

You were once again silently scolding yourself for going through this agreement. Sighing, you leaned back against the tree truck, pleading for the voice inside your head to shut up.

Peace and quiet only lasted for a moment. A thump had cut through your relaxation and the next think you knew, a weight could be felt in your lap.

Opening your eyes, ready to unleash your irritation on whoever disturbed you. ‘WHO THE FUCK DARES-‘ Oh boy, here we go again. The very problem you were trying to forget was now laying  face up, directing his brilliant award-winning smile at you- everything seem to melt away, you could spend forever just having him stare back at you lovingly and that wouldn’t be even enough. Stupid Cedric Diggory and his ability to make you forget about everything.

Cedric was saying something, but whatever that may be, sounds like cotton. If was as if the rest of the world is in a distorted underwater chamber when you were gazing into his eyes ‘shesaidyes,y/n! Cho-‘

And just like that with one word, the spell is broken. You were cut off your dreamlike state, sent back into the painful reality.

‘hmmm? Sorry what?’

‘I said.’ Cedric rolled his eyes. But even your inattentiveness, did not put him off his cheery mood. In fact, Cedric was more than happy to say the words out loud again. ‘Cho said yes!! She’s gonna be my date to the Yule ball!’

‘That’s… great ced…. really great..’ You tried to mask your pain. Unfortunately, the deliver was no great and you’ve only manged to pull yourself together to give a crooked smile.

‘Wait there’s more!! We’re officially together!’ Fortunately, Cedric was too busy being head over heels for Cho, had failed to notice your odd reactions.

‘Seriously y/n you’re a life saver!’ Cedric kissed your cheek. ‘With all this love advice, I can’t believe how in the whole are you still single?!’ He was baffled by this conundrum. ‘You sure you don’t fancy anyone?���

‘Oh believe me he doesn’t see me that way.’

‘Well his lost then, to not see such a wonderful beautiful woman.’

How this boy ruins you, without realising that his efforts to cheer you up is bringing up down.

‘Oh and by the way, how you got someone to take you to the dance?’

‘No why?’ You run your fingers through the grass, praying that he would get the hint that a date to the yule ball is the last thing on your mind.

‘Perhaps I could set you up with someone, you know as to pay you back for all you’ve down for me.’ Cedric adjusted his seating so that now you were shoulder to shoulder. ‘I bet by now you’re tired to be pretending to be interested in me just so I could practice asking Cho out! Oh I know I’ll ask Lu—'

Immediately your hand covers his mouth. ‘NO!!! No!!! I would rather go alone or with a group of friends

Taking your hand away he asks ‘What why? Why what’s wrong with Lucas?’

You sighed. ‘He’s a really sweet guy Ced, but he’s just not my type—A FACT I told me like a billion times already, yet he still tries.’ Poking at his shoulder to further drive the point home.

Arms up in surrender, Cedric concedes. ‘This guy you like, must really got your heart then does he?’

‘Yeahh..’ Gosh how this by be the kindest and caring human being ever yet fails to see that he is hurting his best friend. ‘Anyway, I have to go…I’m gonna be late for Divination!’ Gathering your things, you ran as fast as you can before tears fall from your face.

Leaving behind a boy not only an oblivious state but also in a confused one mumbling to himself. ‘But you don’t take Divination.’

In your haste to escape what would have been embarrassing scene with Cedric, you hadn’t released that you were headed towards some in maximum velocity.

Coincidentally, that said person also had their mind elsewhere and hadn’t been looking at where they were going.

Resulting in both of you to fall over.

‘Owww!’ You clutch your forehead, already feeling a bump forming. Though as you left go, you were surprised to see your palm bloody. ‘fuc--’

‘OH MY GOSH Y/N!!!’ The string of swear words about to leave your mouth was cut off by the one and only Harry Potter. ‘I AM SO SORRY!!!! HERE LET ME FIX IT…’

Dropping his broom aside, he directed his wand at you. ‘Episkey’ You could feel the healing spell doing its work, the warm sensation no doubt be the cut on your head closing.

‘There you go! Good as new!’ Harry exclaimed, wiping away the blood off your forehead. He noticed your tear stains, but he thought that it was caused by the collision and bit by having your heartbroken. Nevertheless, he tried to lighten the mood by joking. ‘No need to worry about a scar.’

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Did this boy really make a reference to himself?

Harry held out his hand to pull you up. ‘Thanks... for the patch up, though it is your fault. You did hit me with your broom.’

‘Yeah sorry about that….again.’

‘Why do you even have your broom with you? Isn’t Quidditch cancelled this year because of the Triwizard Tournament?’

‘well yea, but I thought I take it out for a ride to clear my head.’ He replied truthfully.

‘The tasks getting you in a snag then?’ You gotta hand it to him to still be working on figuring out what the second task is even Cedric had stopped. Everyone’s focused on the topic of dates or so you thought.

‘Dates actually.’

‘Dates?’

‘Yea… Don’t make fun of me but I haven’t gotten a date yet. Well you see I did went and asked Cho but turns out she’s going with-‘

‘Cedric.’

‘-Cedric yea.. How’d you know?’

Seeing that he had confessed about being rejected by Cho, you thought it was only fair to tell him your truth too.

‘I kinda was hoping he’d asked me really, but what ended up happening was me helping him ask her out.’

‘wow…..that’s gotta hurt y/n…..sorry!! That was insentive.’

‘Nah it’s fine, I’m getting used to rejection anyway.’

As you rounded the corner, out of his sight. Harry had came up with a brilliant idea.

‘Y/n! Y/n wait up!’

When he reached you, he through caution in the wind- what more can he lose? This close to the yule ball, almost everyone is paired up. Harry would rather go with someone he knew and was comfortable with, then some stranger just to satisfy the requirement of each champion needing a date.

‘I just had an idea, you don’t have to agree but since every champion requires a date.’

Your brows arch at the statement.

‘yes I know, it’s compulsory. I swear.  But I just thought being that both the people we wanted to go with are each other’s dates, I was wondering that maybe…why don’t we go together…. To the yule ball…Be each other’s dates to the yule ball?’

‘hmmmmm.’ You weighed out his proposition. ‘yea..yea! Why should we let a good party go to waste just because of them?!?’

‘Brilliant!’ Harry was smiling, Proud that for once in the past 3 weeks, he didn’t choke while asking a girl out. ‘I’ll pick you up at 7pm outside the y/h/h common room.’

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 If the reception for this is well, I might do a part 2. tbh currenty I have 3 possibe endings, but still can’t choose wish. so comment which you’d like to see!

Can be with multiple ending.

1.       You/cedric, Cho/harry

2.       You/harry, Cho/cedric

3.       Cho/cedric. More Angst, remains platonic, you/harry both heartbroken.

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Dark meets Light

Pairing : Taron Egerton x reader (fem) WC: 1383 Warnings : Physical abuse ( Please read carefully) Song : I Found by Amber Run

Requested : nope. Found this one in my drafts, finished it up

To anyone on the outside, everything was perfect. Nice house, a good job and a too perfect  boyfriend. But what they don't know is that he has a temper. A bad temper. Even your best friend didn’t know and who is also a problem for your boyfriend. Your best friend was Taron Egerton, a boy. Derick, your boyfriend found him to be a threat, with no good reason. You had never given off that you liked Taron at all, there was no reason that he shouldn’t trust you. 

Taron had his suspicions about what happened after dark. He had seen a couple of bruises by accident and when he asked about it, I tried to play it off saying I ran into the kitchen counter a lot. But he could see through you like you were glass. But he never pushed, he knew I knew that he was there for me and when I was ready he was too.

Was I even gonna be ready?

When you hung out with Taron alone, when you would get him Derick would scream in your face and leave bruises on your arms and legs because “they won't see them there”. He drank too, which made things worse, and tonight was no different .

Taron had invited you to attend a movie release party for his new movie Rockman that was finally hitting the big screen next week. It was great to get out and be with Taron. Taron made you feel alive and new. Being with him has been a dream ever since Derick became violent with you but honestly you were so scared to leave. Scared he’d take it too far. He’d really hurt you or go after Taron and that's why you stayed. Stayed to keep Taron safe and still at arms reach.

“Oh, look who decided to come home” Derick's words were slurred . He was drunk and the living room was a mess. His eyes were dark, he was pissed at you for going to the party. 

This was the night. 

Walking into the kitchen to set your stuff down, taking a deep breath before turning to face him. He was already in your face screaming. 

“ What's wrong ?” you ask as nicely as you could  “ DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW YOU SLUT”  “ Excuse me?” “ I know your sleeping with him” he spats out as his hand connects with my cheek

Grabbing your face in pain, already knowing it was starting to bruise because of the sheer force behind the slap. You were in complete shock. Tears start streaming down your face as you watch him go back into the living room. He was destroying everything. Flipping the coffee table, throwing the books off the shelf , knocking lamps over, all while still yelling at you. Calling you a whore and a piece of trash who doesn't deserve anything in life. You reach for your phone to call Taron for help but the second you stood back up, he was back, standing in front of you.

“ You dumb girl” He then continues to grab your face in his hand, you cry in pain “ I hope you die” 

You feel your head flying into the picture frame hung nicely on the wall. Sliding to the floor and just staying there until you hear him leave. 

Slowly standing up, using the counter for help. Dizziness washed over you like a broken damn. Your eyes were heavy and it felt like you were gonna pass out. Grabbing your phone and quickly calling Taron

“Y/N?, What's going on it's 2 am”  “Taron’ your voice was hoarse from trying to hold back the tears  “Y/N, what's wrong are you all right?” worry laced every word “Taron, I need help”  That was the last thing you remember before everything went black. 

Tarons pov

The night had ended on a good note, seeing y/n was great and being able to have her there to celebrate my new movie was a dream. She was a dream, definitely looking like one in the dress she had worn tonight. Her boyfriend was a piece of work, she deserves better than what he was barely giving her. I knew he was hurting her in some way but it truly wasn't my place and she would have told you if she thought she was in danger. Right. 

After dropping her off at her house, I just headed home. It was already almost 1 am and I was pretty tired from the night's events.  Changing out of my suit, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. 

Jolting awake when my phone started to ring. Answering to find it was y/n who sound like she had lost her voice 

“Taron help me” it shook me to the core as she spoke those words “Y/N, love what's going on? “Y/N?” 

Hearing what sounded like cups and things hitting the floor before hearing a loud thump. Immediately I knew it was her falling down to the ground. Shooting out of bed to throw whatever clothes were closest to you before racing to her place. I said her name a few more times but never got a response. Tears started to fall onto my face as my mind started to think the worst.

The door was slightly open, calling her name a few times. Only met with silence. Stepping inside the living room, it was a disaster. Y/N phone was on the kitchen counter, fear coursed through me as I looked around  the counter. A breathy ‘ oh my god’ came out as I saw her lifeless body. 

“Y/N baby please” I cried picking her up in my arms. I just kept saying her name as I carried her upstairs. Halfway up the stairs she started to come too. “Taron?” she crocked “Shh..It's okay I've got you”

God, your head was pounding. Slowly opening your eyes, you felt like shit and the events of last night came to light. Jumping out of bed, scared not knowing what to think but the pain was too much. Letting out a cry that made you fall to your knees holding your head. Taron jumped out of bed and to your side, setting his hand on your arm. This made you scream and fall back.

“Please no more” you cry out “Y/N baby, it's me. Taron, look at me”

“Taron? Oh god” you lung forward wrapping your arms around him. Copying your movements, wrapping one arm around your back and one holding the back of your head.

 He spoke quietly “What happened?”

“ He was drunk, he called me a slut and said “I know you're sleeping with him”, when i said no he slapped me. I tried to call you but he saw and smashed my head into the wall before leaving. Said he hopes I die”

“Pack your stuff, you're moving in with me. Tonight”  “But-” “ NO buts.. Ill help” “Okay”

The next few weeks were calm. Not a word from Derik, thank god. Taron got everything out of the house worth keeping, throwing the rest out and put the house up for sale.

Living with him was a dream come true. Didn’t have to be scared anymore. You still flinched at some sounds and if he walked up and touched your back or shoulder. He understood, never to push it, always spoke quietly and was never too far.

 It was a rainy day as you sat in the window, watching the day go by. You were finally at peace. Owing Taron everything, he made you so happy. It felt natural. You were so in love with him.

“Love, what are you doing?” Taron asked standing next to you. “ hmm, just thinking… about how i owe you everything and there will be no way to repay you” “I can think of one way” he spoke, getting down on one knee and pulling out the prettiest ring you've ever seen. Immediately you start to cry. “ Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” “Oh, yes of course” leaning down, he puts the ring on your finger. You engulfed him in a hug. Leaning back to look him in the eyes.

Thank you for being the light in all this darkness. I love you.

[baeklination]

Categories: Series, One-Shots (2000- ), Shorts (1-2000), Raunchettes (1-400  smut), Wishes  and masterposts for Special Series.

Started: 200306

SoYouKnow: I’ll try to date my posts. It’s probably gonna be Baekcentric. I’ll try to put down proper warnings when needed.  And if I forget to credit artwork, kick me in the ribs. On sensitive/explicit topics.

Angst:⛓

Fluff:🧼

Smut:🧯

Crime: 🚔

Series

200328 Dark Matter mini-series: Dark Matter pt.1⛓, DM: alternative pt.1⛓🧯, Dark Matter: afterbirth (pt.2)⛓🧼

200523 구름 도시  (Cloud City)🚔 Masterpost

200728 stained. pt.1 ⛓ 

200806 stained pt.2  ⛓

201010 Ocean: the surface 🧼 light-🧯(⛓-ish?)

210114 Ocean: the deep (2) ⛓

220221/23 Ocean: the abyss 3:1 ⛓ wc:5k  3:2 ⛓ wc:6,4k

One-shot

210416 New Orleans 🧯 wc:5949

210905 Evening Standard 🧯wc: 5k

210923 With My Favourite Ally 🧯 wc: 7,1k

211016 Acting like a Crazy Person 🎃 wc: 2020

211023 The Deco Decor  🎃🧯 wc: 2884

211217 Free Spirit: Yoga 🧯 wc: 2,1k

220414 TRICKY 🧯 wc: 5,4k

220609 World Series: The Light of Night 🧯 wc: 3,8k  (0728) pt.2 wc:7,4k  

220624 Midsummer’s Soft Eve 🧯 wc: 3226

220815 Center Stage 🧯 wc: 2884

221031 Unwanted Attention  🎃 wc: 6,4k

221120 Generally Speaking 🧯 wc: 2,6k

230506 BIRTHDAY BOY   🧯  wc: 2,7k

231110 Rural 🧯 wc: 4045

Short  

200303 Send me a pic  🧼

200426 Nightshirt 🧼

200529 it’s like I always miss you 🧼

200705 in the dim lights 🧯🧼 wc:920

200716 feeding 🧯 wc:1,2k

200723 SATURDAY. 🧼 ⛓-ish wc:485

200908 the humidity 🧯 wc:1,8k

200912 ON ETIQUETTE 🧯 wc:993

200923 through a door ajar 🧯 wc:618

200924 prosecutorial misconduct 🧯 wc:650

201003 in the palm of your hand 🧼🧯-ish wc:430

201112 a little treat. 🧯 wc:990

210126 PREMIUM STOCK  🧯 wc:988

210201 for services rendered (P.M. 2-ish) 🧯 wc:1001

210207 Daylight 🧯🧼 wc:1,3k

210211 reading the map  🧯 wc:1280

210219 Woodland, Camping  🧯 wc:611

210405 Maybe, baby...  🧯 wc:1002

210615 On the Way  🧯🧼 wc: 535

210620 Bae-K-yung  🧯 (ft. Kyungsoo) wc:760

210621 Room 4 🧯  wc: 1,9k

210713 Your Other Sun  🧯🧼  wc: 1,2k

210721 Loophole Byun 🧯 wc: 1,4k 

210723 B n’ B  🧼+🧯 wc: 132 + 191

210729 Deal done - courtesy of Byun. 🧯 wc: 1,6k

210817 Not So Rude 🧯 wc:1383

210818-19 From a Bathroom Hug  🧯 wc: 840  pt.2 🧯 wc: 615

210822 c.i.t.a.; let’s pretend  🧯 wc: 760

210823 Not Shy At All  🧯 wc: 970

210824 WHINY LITTLE B.  🧯 wc: 470

210828 a tad douchy & a pinch gross  🧯 wc: 720 

210908 GARAGE 🧯 wc: 834

210929 Orang & Chaun ⛅ (lighthearted) wc: 1048

211001 Being 🎃 wc: 1,2k

211008 COIN TOSS 🎃🧯 wc: 930

211014 Rough Luck 🧯 wc:1,5k

211230 Let Me Tell Ya... 🧯 wc: 1,5k

220201 diversion sans coercion  🧯 wc: 980

220203 Handyman 🧯 wc: 870

220505 a bit ***** all day 🧯 wc: 580

220620 Midsummer’s Hay Day 🧯 wc:1778

220622 Midsummer’s Sub Night 🧯 wc:1727

220807 BAEKHYUN INCORPORATED 🧯 wc:1074

220819 golden boy 🧯 wc:1k

220902 Free Spirit: Massage 🧯 wc:1,9k

220915 Redial 🧯 wc: 874

221024 Taxi  Chill 🎃 wc:1,3k

221028 a getup - a getdown 🎃🧯 wc:1,1k

230101 New Year’s Day 🧯 wc:1k

230312 Lacking Ver.  🧯 wc: 1,2k

230427 Top of the Morning 🧯 wc: 1,1k

230814 Balcoyny 🧯  wc: 628

231030 Needs Must 🎃 wc: 560

231031 The View; Best in Town wc: 1,2k

231106 Stalemate 🧯 wc: 1,2k

231109 Blue Filter 🧯 wc: 1,4k

RAUNCHETTES 

200904 tighter  🧯 wc:168

201120 like cats in an alley  🧯 wc:220

201222 Little XX 🧯 wc:182

200227 Introspection: Hers 🧯 wc:406

210517 the Owner 🧯 wc: 329

210520 Rockenrowla 🧯 (mostly pre)  wc:399

210617 Introspection: His 🧯 wc:398

210619 Chums  (x htbagn T.O.P) 🧯 wc:299

210820 Sunlight (x htbagn MINO) 🧯 (mostly pre) wc:388

210821 Baekhyun’s a little s*  🧯 wc: 310 + 411 

211006 Little w****  🧯 wc:148

220112 Back at it 🧯 wc: 397

220317 What He Doesn’t Know... 🧯 wc: 394

220418 Short Shorts 🧯wc: 227

Wishes (requests)

210214 Peak Position 🧯 wc:1545

210221 his favourite genre 🧯 wc: 825

210311 Giddy up 🧯 wc: 565

220501 Mind + Body 🧯 3,4k + 3k

220702 Wedtime Stories  🧯 3k

220801 Crème de la crème + The C Breeze 🧯 341 + 616

SPECIAL SERIES: how to be a good neighbour masterpost

Kept Scenes

211004 Kept: untitled story, 1 🧯🧼 wc: 2,1k 220312 P.2 wc:2,5k 🧯

Series

200711 bartender love pt.1 🧼wc:3k  pt.2 🧼🧯 2,3k  pt.3 🧼⛓6,2k

Short

200626 dressing rooms pre-🧯 wc:600

210615-19 (these are the same au and day as “dressing rooms”) 🧯  1 (s,r)  2 (a)  3 (g)  4 (f)  5 (e,c)

210119 dark to light 🧯 wc:1070

Series

200321 Drunk.Fool.pt.1 🧼⛓-ish 

200503 Drunk.Fool.pt.2 ⛓-ish wc:400

200613 Drunk.Fool.pt.3 🧯 (ft.Junmyeon) wc:1,9k

201223 Drunk.Fool.pt.4  🧯 (ft. Junmyeon + Baekhyun) wc:2,25k

Short

200528 Airport Pick.up 🧼