#will be thinking about this au for the rest of the day

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

craziest thought: what if arkham knight and redhood are twins?

RH is Jason the older twin, AK is Jayce the younger twin

They both were adopted by Bruce and became Robin and Redstart respectively, Batman's Wonder Twins. The twins met Reader in Gotham Academy, saving them from a bunch of guys asking for your number. From there, the three became a tight knit group.

Then, disaster struck when Robin and Redstart had to seperate for a while because of different missions. Jason stayed in Gotham, Jayce went to a different country.

Jason found a lead about his mother and track it down only to get captured by the Joker.

When Jayce came back, it was to a home with a dead twin. Filled with anger, he tries to get revenge only to be stopped by Batman. Tensions were high, Jayce became even more angry and frustrated at his family. The only good thing in his life now was you, but your presence was not enough to calm his rage. Maybe in another world, if you tried harder, you could prevent Jayce from taking the path of revenge but this world is not that world.

Just like his twin, Jayce got caught by the Joker and went through hell.

"Two birds in one stone! Or should I say crowbar?" Joker laughs, a bloody crowbar in his hand.

Batman's spirit has never been as crushed as this moment, watching the video Joker sent to him of Jayce being tortured with the same crowbar that killed Jason.

You became a ahadow of yourself. Two of your best friends died one after the other. All the naive hope and determination left in you died like a little candle light after hearing about Jayce's death.

End Scene.

i'm fasting right now so all sorts of ideas are cooking in my brain. honestly i just want to see RH and AK duking it out for you but then this happened lol anyways thank you and congrats on your followers milestone!!

ooooooooooohhhhhh, OW! Ugh, this AU is just– wow– I'm so invested. There's so much angst potential here and the way this brain worm has not left my head since you dropped this in my inbox!

Just– you went from having the world, two best friends that you would do anything for (and they would do the same for you) and now you're left with nothing but twin gravestones?? Frothing at the mouth and unwell.

It's almost worse when they do come back, because neither of them are the same. Of course they have similar goals, a desire for revenge, but they aren't the boys you spent every single second of your day with. You think they would work together, but they're angry at everybody, angry at each other, and I would even say they're angry at you.

Jason is angry nothing changed when he died, he's angry that you didn't do enough to save his brother. But he's also angry at AK for leaving you behind, for falling for the same trap he did.

AK is angry that you didn't find him– that no one found him. He blames everyone for not being enough to help when he was mourning his brother. And he's so angry that his older brother– the one who got the mantle of Robin– let himself get killed.

But anger doesn't change the fact that you're still you. You were (are?) their best friend, and that starts to twist you into some sort of prize. If they can get you on their side, doesn't that prove that they're in the right? It's a mockery of how they used to argue over your opinions as children. But none of you are kids anymore, and now there's a war with too many sides in Gotham that you're stuck in the middle of.

And you hate that they expect you to choose, you're angry too. You don't want to choose– wouldn't want to even if they were the same as they were before. Even if you could choose, your options are between a crime lord and the head of a militia, and who knows what would happen to you if you gave into either of them.

But don't get it wrong, you want to help them, you miss them more than anything. And there's really only a handful of people who understand that, so if you go running to Wayne Manor in hopes of finding a better way, well, let's just say it never crossed your mind how that would affect them.

[adrianneelettasyapblog]

I'm gonna take a crack at this:

Adrianne in the No Yandere Simulator au

Conditions to befriend this rival:

1. Must not have killed ANY Diasomnia student.

2. Must not have been caught with any weapons or evidence of a crime.

You can:

1. befriend Adrianne

2. befriend and betray Adrianne

3. kill Adrianne

4. Lower Adrianne's reputation (make her leave the school)

Adrianne will be your most difficult to face rival, Her conditions to befriend her are difficult enough you cant have killed any Diasomnia student or else she will already be suspicious of you, but you are now also fighting a clock you have a week to make sure Adrianne dosent Tell Riddle about her future sight of you killing Azul.

Ruining Adrianne's reputation and Killing her will be your toughest challenges yet! She will always be surrounded by 1 of the main four Diasomnia people as she is one of Malleus's most beloved friends (the main four being Malleus, Lilia, Silver, and Sebek) for Malleus's happiness they are all willing to protect Adrianne at all costs! If you want to kill Adrianne you must also kill whichever Diasomnia main four is currently gaurding her when you decide to kill her.

If you wish to ruin Adrianne's good reputation you also run the risk of it not working as people are afraid to hurt Adrianne due to her connections with Malleus.

HOWEVER! you may be asking how am I supposed to kill someone who knows I am already planning to kill another student won't her gaurd be up? She won't get her Vision until Wednesday of the week she arrives and she won't suspect you till after Wednesday, if you manage to befriend her before then she will think it was just a dream and not a vision. She will also be alone for a short period of time each day as she does private fortune tellings for a price, you could catch her off gaurd during one of these, they happen during Club time on Fridays, she usually is with Malleus looking at Gargoyles during club time on other days.

She is good friends with Riddle and the rest of the student council so if you fail to do the above four things to stop her you will be reported to the authorities and any previous murders you may have committed will be linked back to you.

To befriend and Betray Adrianne you will learn that she recently has found out that she has a stalker and that's why she asks one of the main four Diasomnia group to gaurd her each day because she's afraid the stalker may hurt her, If you choose to befriend her and not betray you can look for the stalker (not that hard he's following her from a small distance but far enough so that the Diasomnia people don't catch him) and then report the stalker to the authorities or staff after finding a knife on his person. If you choose to Betray Adrianne you can give the stalker money to kill her after you befriend her and then sign up for one of the private meetings on Friday, The stalker will show up instead of you and kill her, no blood on your hands and the stalker will go to jail instead of you.

Of course if you do choose to befriend Adrianne you have a powerful ally on your side, she will cover for you and help you with tasks if you need assistance not only that but you will also gain the trust of the Diasomnia main four because you helped Adrianne and kept her safe from harm.

It's your choice I wonder what you will do?

Adrianne has no opinion on quartz because she has never met quartz.

Adrianne's opinion on Azul is that he's one of her treasured classmates and friends and she would do whatever she can to protect him and her other friends from harm.

Azul uses her future vision to his advantage for sales opportunities and other business ventures otherwise he just sees her as a friend he barely talks to.

She carries no weapons on her, her school bag is filled with school supplies, her phone, and some extra hair ties, that's it. However The Diasomnia gang are all very powerful and strong, she will never be found alone except on Fridays during club time. Unless you dispelled the stalker before Friday then she will feel more comfortable walking around the halls by herself again.

The school has a fifty / fifty impression on her, Half the school thinks her future vision is fake, the other half thinks it's real. This may be something you can spread a rumor about and drop her reputation.

If Adrianne's reputation drops low enough she will transfer out of school, opting to go online instead, with the only five students she will talk to after that being the main four Diasomnia students and Azul. She will effectively no longer be a threat.

Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek, and Azul will not believe your rumors or spread them, if you tell them the rumor they will deny them and then stop the rumors from spreading, AVOID TALKING TO THEM AT ALL COSTS IF YOU ARE TO RUIN ADRIANNE'S REPUTATION.

Good luck, you may need it.

No Yandere Simulator ? (TWST AU)

AU Information:

This AU takes place similar to Yandere Sim but with Twisted Wonderland but Taro is Azul and Ayano is Quartz. Her goal is to eliminate… AZUL ASHENGROTTO. Yeah, her goal is actually to kill Azul and NOT the rivals. The rivals being your OCs/sonass and they have to protect Azul from Quartz and her dumb elimination plans.

More info on Quartz + Tweels info

Q&A for OCs!!!

Flower Bullies info

This is an AU just for fun!! lol I just had a silly idea. Here’s a template if you wanna make your own oc into the AU (rival or not)

ALSO THEY DONT KNOW IT'S QUARTZ bc she's just a nobody girl

Bro you can tell I was hella lazy with Azul idk he’s too much

Rival List:

Romeo by @skrimpyskimpy

Shuu by @oya-oya-okay

Chiyo by @inotonline

Sable by @twsted-void

Jovie by @jovieinramshackle

Finn by @thehollowwriter

Elena by @angelwishess

Albert by @the-trinket-witch

Milo by @hy4c1nthh

Alice by @sinjaangels

Starrz by @astral-pr0jecti0n

Atlas by @silvery-stars-above

Mei by @ieatfriedeggs

Rubellite by @prefectrose

Yuuka by @hanizmiyu

NPC/Non-Rival List:

Elfie by @quartzelfgf

Higashikuramori Shin by @liyuviq

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Rizy by @rizdoodls

Yuuki by @theolivetree123

Joseph by @readsrandomstuff67

Yuubeni by @bunniehunn

Yuya by @cheerleaderman

Shuu and Silly by @sillybillymillyrilly

Superstar!! By @imafrealinrainbow478484

Viz (Vizzie) by @twistedwonderlandshenanigans

Yuhua by @distant-velleity

Nyx by @blackcat101

Gia by @ramshacklerumble

Yuuko by @silkkorchid

Moch by @thatsadguymochi

Faye by @faerieluvss

Yukana by @babyghoul138

Antoinette by @antoinettedoodles

AJ by @karamatsuboy-aj

Evelyuu by @h0neybane

Paloma and Hydris by @mhedusard

Levi by @the-trinket-witch

Alan by @alan-without-the-an

Vee and Viva by @evexe

Sophie by @gl00myb3arz

René by @tixdixl

Liánhuā by @lafashionlsta

Yuu Shi by @boopshoops

Xen by @xen-blank

Astrid by @cheerleaderman

Yumi by @marinahavik

Undine by @juchioris

Lilian by @sillyslipperybananapeel

Layla by @laylakongg

Niz by @hanizmiyu

The Yuris by @0ann3

Ryuuni by @rinis-reality

(Let me know if I made a mistake lol)

[hirayalore]

the one where sirius black didn’t fall into the veil and was instead saved by you, his lover of many years.

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

rating: NC-17

content: angst, established relationship au

warning/s: near death experience, reader being shaken because of almost losing sirius, swearing, suggestive themes by the end

“What—”

Sirius blinked, not processing what just happened as he found himself back at Grimmauld place.

It was only mere seconds ago that he was at the Department of Mysteries, having a duel against Bellatrix with Harry battling alongside him. Everything felt so exhilarating—he was having the time of his life, conjuring a bunch of offensive and defensive spells towards Bellatrix’s way, releasing some of the pent up tension he had been trying to tame while cooped up and hidden inside the Order’s headquarters.

Then all of a sudden, in a moment of recklessness, a spell abruptly hit him hard on the chest, causing him to stumble backwards and almost trip on his feet at the impact.

Almost.

Because just when he thought he was going to fall in the veil behind him, he heard you scream his name in a manner he has never heard before. It was piercing, the kind to emit shivers on the spine, the kind he was certain he was going to remember for days on—and the next thing he knew, before he could understand the lay of events, he was here at his old home with you right in front of him, holding onto his arms so tightly that he could feel your nails digging in his skin.

The both of you had apparated, he finally realized. You had rushed to him before he could fall and grabbed him, teleporting the two of you to the one place you could think of that could keep you safe. 

“____,” he began as he dawned on him what prompted you to do such a thing. “I—I’m so sorry, love. I—”

“I hate you, Sirius.” You practically spat on his face, venom lacing your tone as you let go of him and instead started punching him hardly on the chest. “So fucking reckless—doesn’t fucking think about anything but himself—”

He took your jabs without complaint, letting you take out your frustration even if the spell that almost knocked him over still made it hard for him to breathe.

“You could’ve—” you continued, each punch harder than the last, a stream of tears falling on your cheeks now as it continued to sink what could have happened if you weren’t fast enough— “You really do want to leave me, don’t you? Want me to bloody fend for myself again, be left alone, be without you after already suffering for Merlin knows how long—”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice coming out as a whisper in shame of his rashness earlier. “Darling, I didn’t mean to be so foolish with my actions. I wasn’t thinking, really, I’m so sorry.”

You huffed out a scoff, giving him one last shove and turning away, walking towards the wall where you lean on it for support.

You were on the verge of hyperventilating, your heart was beating so fast, and little noises were coming out of your lips as the sobs couldn’t stop. The only thing keeping you standing was how you were resting on the partition as even your knees felt like giving out.

No matter how much you tried to calm yourself down, to push away the thoughts of Sirius being permanently taken away from you, you couldn’t. You couldn’t erase that horrible feeling of knowing you could have lost the love of your life again tonight—with this time no longer having the opportunity to ever bring him back to you if he did.

In an instant, Sirius embraced you from behind, murmuring his apologies again and again despite knowing he couldn’t fix the damage he had done easily due to his negligence.

You didn’t force him off, but you didn’t reciprocate his gestures as well, your body shaking uncontrollably because of still being stricken with the reality of almost losing him.

With utmost gentleness, he spun you around so that you were back facing him, his calloused hands tilting your chin up in order to look at your eyes that were bloodshot and wet. He kissed your cheeks, a lingering kiss that prompted you to let out a whimper, before he kissed you full on the mouth, so much tenderness and remorse being poured into the gesture.

“I’m sorry, love,” he murmured against your mouth. “It was just a lapse of judgment, okay? I’d never want to leave you again. I will never leave you, you hear me? You’re stuck with me for an eternity.”

You gazed up at him, encircling your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you for another kiss, desperate to physically feel him which he was more than willing to oblige.

“Stop being so reckless, Sirius,” you pleaded, your fingers tangling in his hair, your kisses persistent. “You can’t keep on doing this to me.”

“I know, I know.” He returned the same intensity that you were showing him, caught up with the rush of sudden yearning. “I’ll be better. I won’t make you worry.”

You no longer bothered replying, you just continued to kiss him, dragging him with you to the nearest room you could wander into, a silent order that if he wanted to make it up to you, he should start by making you feel every part of him until it was clear to you that he wasn’t going to be anywhere else.

gentle reminder: this author loves feedback! let her know your thoughts if you enjoyed reading this fic and you’ll add 100+ points in her writing motivation meter ♡

[sweetdispatch]

Who’s the boy? - C. Bedard

Next door hearts

pairing: Connor Bedard x Hughes!reader

summary: It's summer time and you need to face your brothers and admit to them who's your mysterious boyfriend

warning: swear word

words: 1.4k

note: finally the longer version! feel free to send more ideas to this AU🧸

---

Knowing that you’re gonna return to Chicago, you packed only essentials. All the clothes have at home and there’s no need to bring more. You were thankful that your parents helped you to rent an apartment and you don’t have to take all your belongings back home to bring them back after summer. Connor drove you to the airport and you felt bizarre. It was the first time in the 5 months since you knew each other you'll be apart for more than two weeks. 

“I don’t know if I want to go home” You admitted and Connor looked at you surprised.

“Why? I thought you miss your family” 

“I do but… I would love to spend these free months with you without worrying about our schedules” You sighed. 

“Hey” Connor grabbed your hand. “We’ll be back together soon. You can’t prioritisering me over your family. Look, you have to return in the middle of August to Chicago, I’ll fly there too and we can spent my last free weeks together” 

“I can’t ask you to do that. You have to spend as much time as you have with your family” You protested.

“It’s my decision and I already made up my mind about it” Connor said and you laughed.

“You’re ridiculous” You looked at him with love in your eyes. 

You walked out of the car and Connor went to grab your suitcase. You hugged him tightly and kissed him goodbye. You knew that you two would talk every single day for the next couple of months but you still didn’t want to leave him. You were well aware that you’ll miss him but that was also a learning experience for you. The whole time you were in the plane, you were thinking about your relationship with Connor and how to tell it to your brothers.

Thankfully, your parents came to pick you up from the airport and not your brothers. You ran towards them and hugged them. In all the craziness, you forgot about your parents and how much you missed them. You were excited to cook with your mom and golf with your dad. In the car, you break the news to them.

“I met a guy in Chicago and he asked me to be his girlfriend so basically I’m in a relationship” You said and your mum turned to face you.

“That’s amazing sweetie! Why didn't you bring him with you?” You mum asked and before you could answer your dad spoke. 

“I bet he’s a hockey player since you were working for them” You knew he said this as a joke but he was right.

“He is a hockey player and he wanted to spend time with his family” The car stopped at a red light and your dad turned to face you.

“Which one?” He said and you couldn’t recognize his voice. 

“Connor Bedard” Your dad turned away his eyes back on the road. “Are you mad?”

“No, I’m happy for you…” Before he could finish, your mum spoke.

“We’re happy for you and we can’t wait to meet him. Did you tell your brothers?”

“No and I’m scared to do it. You know how protective they are” Your mum laughed. 

“That’s their job, they’re your brothers and they don’t want you to get hurt” 

“I know, can you not tell them? I want to do it by myself when the time is right” 

“Sure sweetie but it’s better to do it fast before they’ll figure it out by themselves” Your mum said and you nodded. 

The rest of the drive you were telling your parents about Chicago and how life looks there. Before you could see, you already parked in the driveway and you left the car. You took a deep breath and walked into the house. Your brothers ran to the door to question you about your last instagram post but your mum stopped them. 

“Give her a break, she just arrived” You smiled at her and took your suitcase to your room. 

You laid in the bed and started thinking about how to break the news to your brothers. For now, you decided to keep your mouth shut. You thought to yourself that tomorrow you’ll tell them about everything. For now, you need to rest. You send a quick message to Connor that you’re at home. 

The next day, you woke up and decided to go for a run. It was your tradition during summer. Around 9AM, you left the house and after an hour you returned. You saw that your parents' car is not in the driveway which meant you’re alone with your brothers. The first thing after you opened the door was the smell of breakfast. Your brothers are up and you can’t escape them. Slowly, you walked into the kitchen and felt all eyes on you. 

“How was Chicago?” That's the first question you heard from Quinn when you entered the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. You took a sip before you spoke.

“Great! I love the city and the job and…” You didn't finish your sentence because Jack interrupted you.

“Later you’ll tell us about it. We have more important things to discuss. What does the caption mean under your post?” Jack asked you.

“Umm… I meant that I fell in love with the city” You lied and judging by their faces, you knew they’re not buying this.

“Bullshit, tell the truth” Luke said and you were surprised at this outburst. You expected this from Jack, even Quinn but not Luke.

“Okay I have a boyfriend. Happy?” You were done with this conversation already and it hasn't even started. You walked out and started going upstairs. Your brothers followed you.

“Who’s the boy?” Quinn asked you and you took a deep breath.

“He’s my neighbour, his name is Connor” You told them, trying not to share the news that he’s a hockey player and keep it simple thinking that they’ll drop the topic. You entered your room to take clothes. 

“Like Connor Bedard? The one from the Blackhawks?” Jack asked you and you cursed under your nose. Of course they’ll connect that you said to them that you live next to the hockey player and work with the team.

“Yes” You confirmed and turned away to go into the bathroom.

“I’m cool with that” Luke replied and you looked shocked at him. That was not the reaction you expected from him, especially after his outburst earlier.

“Me too, he looks like a good guy” Quinn said it back and you froze in spot. You expected screaming from their side and they just accepted it. This felt bizarre for you.

“He better treat you right or I won’t be too careful on the ice towards him” Jack said and you laughed. Now that was the reaction you expected. 

“I’ll tell him that but Connor is treating me right. We’ve been friends for the past 5 months before he asked me to be his girlfriend. Actually he planned a super cute day for me before he even asked me the question. I’ve never been in such awe of a man” You replied, still replaying the day in your head.

“That's the most important thing, but as Jack said, he better not hurt you because we might not be too careful on the ice next time playing against Chicago” Quinn said and hugged you. You smiled, grateful that your brothers accepted Connor but also scared of them playing against Blackhawks next season. 

“Thanks guys, I appreciate it” You smiled at them. It wasn’t as scary as you thought. Went better than expected. 

“When can we meet him?” Jack asked out of nowhere. 

“Probably during the season” 

“Invite him over here, we need to meet him” Quinn said and you didn’t know what to say. 

“I don’t want to take away his time with his family” 

“Just a weekend. I bet he’ll be happy to see you” Jack said and you thought about it for a minute.

“I’ll talk with him later, okay?” All three of them nodded. “Can I take a shower now?” 

“Yes but don’t you think that you’ll get away with telling us how Chicago had been treating you” Luke replied and all of them left your room. You smiled to yourself.

[rainytapestry]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ㅤㅤi love you, im sorry ㅤ ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

summary. two oblivious friends and the 3 words left unspoken.

aka inspired from the prompt “you’ve been talking about this crush for months now, when are you going to just go for it?” “i don’t think i can…” by @novelbear

pairing. jake x f!readerㅤ

wc. 2k

genre. fluff , crush to friends to lovers , college au , (mutual?)pining , jake is just dumb , hee is a brat(affectionate) , jealousy(??) , apparent one sided crush

warnings. profanity , not proof read , crusty aah writing , fries dipped in coke , drinking (like once)

notes. hi this is my first work on this account and i havent written anything in almost a year lmao so pls bear w me :"3 this was a word vomit and i have no idea what i yapped in the ending so :D!? happy reading ^0^

‘So, how’s it going with him?’ Jake asks as he places his lunch tray beside yours at the college cafeteria. You look up from your phone to meet his hopeful eyes, ‘who…?’ ‘Omg, Y/N, your crush!? You’ve been talking about this crush for months now, when are you going to just go for it?’

You almost choke on your coffee, from when did Jake have such an interest in your so-called crush. The “mystery guy” as your friend group likes to call him. Little did they know that the boy in question was sitting right beside you and yeah, it wouldn’t be the wisest decision to let that out.

‘I… don’t think I can’, you answered hesitantly, that was the closest to the truth you could give Jake and you hated lying to your friend, especially when feelings were involved, feelings involving… him.

Maybe if you weren’t so close with him, it would have been easier to handle the overwhelming urge to confess to him, hold his hand and softly kiss his cheek. But life was definitely playing a cruel joke on you when your small hallway crush turned out to be your seatmate in freshman year, two years ago.

It was almost impossible not to be friends with Jake from then on. You found yourself talking to each other in class, which eventually led to exchanging numbers and the rest was history. He had this inborn kindness in him, which perfectly complemented his pretty face, the happiness that radiated off him was quite infectious. And with each day that you got to know him, you fell a little more in love with him.

'C'mon Y/N, it's worth a try plus most chances are he'd like you back, right?' you dont, Jake. 'Plus, I'm always here in case of any help. I know our friends may keep making jokes on it but I totally understand you', he ends with a small shy smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, you don't know why.

But you want to scream at his face STOP! Stop making it so hard for me to move on, Jake. Instead you return his smile, or at least you try, before quickly stuffing your face with your lunch, making it impossible for him to continue the previous conversation. Talk about healthy coping mechanisms...?

The slip up had just been a drunken mistake. It was one of those stupid drinking games Yunjin had roped you into and soon enough, you were mildly intoxicated or just way too lovesick to admit to your crush. You couldn't ignore the bitterness in your stomach every time a girl approached Jake at the party.

‘Okay, Y/N, drink up if you like someone present here’, Sunghoon passed you a mischievous smirk, which oddly enraged you, or maybe it was the alcohol already in your system. Before you knew it, you were drowning down the cup in your hand, gripping it tightly as if that’ll give you an ounce of strength. You gave one glimpse at Jake who had a concerned expression on his face.

Someone else, probably Yunjin, excitedly asked, ‘Omg who?! And how do I not know?’

Since then it has been a challenge in your friend group to “search” for him if they ever felt bored. You wonder who else can ever attract such an unemployed friend group, it is honestly a bit funny to see them try.

Your train of thoughts is broken when you feel someone sitting beside you, it’s Heeseung. ‘You know, staring at him from afar won’t do any good’, he shrugs. Alarmed, you look at him motioning towards where Jake is currently playing on the football field. You often find yourself sitting at the bleachers, after class waiting for him.

‘Hey! What d-do you mean?!’ you sputter, totally caught off guard at his words. How does Heeseung even know? No, how can he even get the slightest idea that you like Jake? You thought your masking skills were actually pretty good.

The boy gave you a small chuckle, 'you really think you are very sneaky and nonchalant about your crush don’t you? I’m surprised how our friends and even Jake haven't caught up to it.’

This little shit. You hit him with one of your books. ‘Woah, stop, at least I haven’t exposed you in front of them!’ He raises his hands in defense.

Well, he does have a point. He could have won whatever bet your friends had going on you, but he didn’t. ‘Okay, fine, thank you Heeseung for your kind gracious favour’, you roll your eyes at him. ‘That’s more like it, brat.’ You stick out your tongue in return.

You rest your back on the bench, your eyes naturally following the brunette as he scores another goal, a small smile tugging at your face. ‘But in all honesty, I think there’s a hole on Jake’s back with the entire staring contest you have going on.’ ‘fuck off if you can’t help.’

Heeseung sighs, ‘the only advice for this is for you to confess, a relationship isn't gonna form itself.’ ‘He’s my friend, do you see everything on the line?’ ‘And do you see that he could possibly like you back?’ he raises his eyebrows.

Yeah, the false hope, being delusional did not seem like a fun choice right now. You would have pushed Heeseung out of the bleachers if it weren’t for Jake running towards both of you, a weird look on his face, ‘Why are my two friends strangling each other?’ he yells over the stands. Heeseung ruffles your hair, ‘Friendly banter! By the way, you two want to grab dinner with me? His practice is almost over too.’

Something in your gut tells you that Heeseung may be up to no good and the shit eating grin that follows his requests, probably confirms your suspicions.

But Jake beats you to the reply, ‘Of course, I’m kinda starving. I need my extra fries.’

Something shifts in the air once the three of you are out of the campus. For starters, Heeseung finds it very funny to annoy you and Jake has this distant look on his face from earlier. He’s also very quiet and Jake is never silent, especially with Heeseung.

Once you enter the restaurant, you and Jake take your places in a corner booth. You sit across from him. ‘Hey, was everything okay at uni? You seem down.’ He finally makes eye contact with you, you have no idea why he refused to meet your eyes before, ‘Yes, Y/N, just a little tired.’ He retreats back to his previous positions.

You nod, not convinced with his explanation when a thought comes up. Did he… hear you both?! Nonono, he can’t! You’ll be beyond cooked and losing a close friend must not be a nice feeling. Yeah, he most definitely did but you cannot lose your shit in public so you try distracting yourself. You nervously look around, hoping for Heeseung, who was at the counter, to finally come and break the silence.

Goodness, this thick uncomfortable silence or is it the greasy smell of fast food oil? No, it is definitely the silence between the both of you which is really unheard of in your relation.

You finally see a figure approaching, balancing the three orders, and a small grin on his face. ‘Here we go, people.’ he takes a seat beside you and Heeseung doesn’t miss the subtle change in Jake’s expression, smirking at the latter.

‘Omg, Y/N, you should try the fries dipped in coke.’ ‘you are fucking disgusting, Lee Heeseung, get away from me’, you scrunch your nose in disgust but not before the boy pushes some soaked fries at your direction, making you gag.

Seeing the exchange, Jake hastily picks up the fry, removing it, and instead replacing it with his normal, not soaked in coke fries. The insult you were about to hurl at Heeseung dies in your throat, looking up at the boy who is back to quietly eating his burger.

What has gotten into him?

'I'm so full', Heeseung stretches walking out of the place into the cool night air. 'Ok then, see yall later, I'll head this way', nodding his head. You bid him goodbye when he mouthes something you're unsure of. go. for. it. before giving sly smirk and walking off.

You stand confused in your place, and realize that Jake has been silent for so long. You turn around to see him already walking down the footpath. You sigh deeply, tired with his weird actions before catching up to him.

'Yah Jake hold up!' he hears your voice call out behind him, stopping on his tracks. You stop your jog, slightly catching your breath. 'No why the hell am I chasing you in the middle of the road? Please drop this act.'

He turns around abruptly, face to face with you and you realize the distance between the both of you, your heart picking up its pace. Jake's face is unreadable, his eyes are closed off and expresionless. You are about to ask another question when he– 'Is Heeseung the one you like?' His eyes seem dead set. Despite yourself, you can't help but break into a chuckle.

Were you reading the situation right? 'Help what?! Not that dumbass, hell no. You know for someone as smart as you, you really are oblivious.' And it all starts to click in, Jake's rough behavior, his distant stares, and the glares he was throwing at Heeseung.

'Are you... jealous?' You ask, trying to peer into his eyes for something... anything. Jake shakes his head, raking a hand through his hair, 'It's no problem if you date him obviously, he's good guy, plus I think you look really cute together and I want the best–' 'I like you', you blurt out in middle of Jake's long ramble, freezing in your place.

Did you just–?! No how did you mouth even speak without coordinating with your brain? Your eyes widening in shock, Jake's expression is pretty much the same (oh here goes your friendship) before you see the shift in his face. Shock slowly giving way to a more shy face.

'What...?' 'Um, sorry, I messed it up so bad didn't I?' You may as well confess now that he knows. 'I... have liked you for the longest time, Sim Jaehyun and it is not easy to hide all these feelings when you're standing right here. I know I'll probably mess up our entire friendship but I can't lose you.'

there. here comes the rejection. you shuffle in your feet, resisting the urge to dash in the opposite direction. 'Is this real?' he says instead.

You look up to face him and his face has broken into a bright smile, and suddenly it's hard for you to breath because why are you seeing your crush beaming at you when you just confessed your feelings.

Suddenly you feel a pair of lips on yours, catching you off guard. Oh this cannot be happening. You melt into the kiss immediately, reveling at the feeling. Your rapid heartbeat has stilled, almost in tandem with his.

This kiss is short lived but it leaves you feeling breathless. 'Are we seriously this dumb? I... I like you too', Jake's the one to break the silence, placing a hand on your cheek.

You feel a small flower bloom in your chest at his words. He tugs at your hands, pulling you close, into a hug.

Resting your face at the crook of his neck, you mutter, 'We're in the middle of the road, we should move.' Although the lanes were empty, save for a few passing cars.

'I know but I like it here', Jake says softly and you can almost see the pout forming. Yeah you'd stay this way forever if it meant never letting him go.

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated :D

work belongs to @ rainytapestry don't steal

[wandasaura]

horny thought for yail au …

duckling has been a bit whiny all day, but (surprisingly) hasn’t been a brat or acted out. just hovering around Natasha and Wanda, and when they ask if she wants or needs anything, she just sweetly/shyly cuddles into their hold and presses herself against their chest.

they know something must be up, but since ducky hasn’t done anything ‘punishable’ or been mouthy, they don’t push. the wives merely encourage her to use her words, checking in throughout the day when she keeps squirmy and grunty before seeking them out.

it’s not until a bit later that Wanda hones in on this behavior, watching as duckling subtly shifts her hips or presses and crosses her legs a bit tighter when snuggling into her on the couch. eventually, W throws her a small bone, “sweetheart, are you feeling sticky?” “do you need Mommy to help?”

cut to the subsequent scene of Wanda having duckling ride the strap she made her pick out, though she only touches or fucks her if ducky says it aloud.

“stop whining, baby. use your words or i’ll stop.”

“M-Mommy, ple-ease touch my tits!”

of course there’s edging and Wanda stops whenever duckling doesn’t answer or voice what she wants. it gets to a point where W is finally steadily fucking into duckling, the thumb of one hand playing with her clit every so often. in a haze, ducky grabs Wanda’s other hand, bringing it to her asshole in a silent plea. Wanda is a bit taken aback, but remains composed nonetheless.

“oh, does someone want me to touch them there? hm i didn’t hear anything…” she tuts. “good girls ask their Mommies for what they want.”

it’s not timely by any means, and they almost think it’s a shame that ducky can’t do it, though she does and when Wanda gives her what she’s asked for, the little thing has never cum so hard. by the time of ducky’s first orgasm, Natasha’s on her third with her hand shoved between her legs watching the scene unfold.

“see why you should use your words, honey?”

ducky is absolutely spent after that first orgasm, but she's feeling particularly petulant and pouty as she glances up at wanda with big round eyes that are brimming with tears. moonlight glimmers off of her skin, a layer of sweat separating wandas touch from the warmth of her body, but even with the state of exhaustion she's facing, she's not willing to let her body rest just yet. she makes it a point to mention that natasha got to cum three times, that she wants to cum three times. wanda shrugs her off, tells her to go to sleep, but then an incessant little hand snakes down beneath the blankets, and that's all that wanda needs to see to know that with or without help, ducky is cumming again.

"you were being such a good girl for mommy, don't ruin it now." wanda hums beneath her breath, her green eyes sharp and piercing as they stare back at ducky. she wins, of course she wins, and the second ducky huffs her compliance and pulls her fingers away from her cunt, wanda's on her knees, pulling ducky's legs open and slotting herself between them. "such a greedy girl. can't even take what mommy gives you without finding something to complain about. you want to cum again, moya lobuv? okay. you can cum again." and that's the end of the conversation. wanda's voice in the quiet of their shared bedroom turns into sounds of filth and pleasure. she's slurping and sucking, and her lips create the tightest seal of suction around ducky's clit until she pulls away and smirks at the audible pop that has her girl whining and squirming and absolutely dripping.

by ducky's third orgasm, she's trembling and crying, trying so hard to push wanda away from her core, to find a single moment to at least catch her breath, but wandas not willing to break away. she just mumbles from against ducks cunt, "you wanted to cum. get those pretty hands over your head before i put them there for you. and trust me, baby, i'm desperate to tie you up right now. you'd look so pretty completely at my mercy, but that's not that game were playing tonight, so be a good girl and listen to mommy before she has to be mean."

[waterlilyspad]

AMBESSA CAUGHT HIS ASS ‼️‼️‼️😭😭🙏🙏

FREE HIM!!!

-Fantasy Au I couldn't stop thinking about this the other night.-

Context: One day Viktor was kidnapped by one of Ambessa's spies, he had otherwise gone un-noticed by the greater public of the Piltover and unlike Jayce wouldn't raise suspicion if he went missing. After capturing one of the greatest minds of Piltover, Amebssa expected him to be an elf, or some kind of mage only to be met with a disabled fairy twink and I think we all know where this story was headed next-.

short story snippet.

Ambessa took full advantage of her new prisoner. Forcing him to design weapons for her army, decipher other artifacts and weapons used by opposing sides of the war. But all the while keeping Viktor as a prize, his prison being a specialty cage hung in her quarters. Stealing one of Piltover's men of progress was one thing, but having him be so effortlessly pretty yet small, was absolutely everything. Oh how she remembered being presented with the otherwise insignificant fairy, laughing asking if this was a joke before her right hand man confirmed. This was going to be good.

Keeping him decent would-be sacrilege for such an elegantly ailed creature. She wasn't entirely cruel, allowing him to keep his braces was her way of being merciful. In her eyes he should be grateful to be treated in such darling regard. Other opposers to Noxus rotted in cells, or worse and yet she kept him clean and pretty. Shackled in gold and carefully handled anytime she needed his eye or intellect. She revelled in toying with his chain, and having that small frail body sit in the palms of her hand.

"My pretty little bird."

Was all she'd call him, the words of which made Viktor shudder every time they were spoken. In Viktor's mind Ambessa was a polar opposite to Jayce, she treated him like a pet, while jayce treated him like an equal. This time spent in the clutches of Ambessa really cemented in Viktor how much Jayce appreciated and honored him, Ambessa wouldn't even asked nor take the time to wait for Viktor to climb onto her hand, she would scoop him up like a pet lizard and get right to the point.

He'd never felt so exposed in his life, he usually resigned himself to clothing that would cover him entirely, never even entertaining the more traditional shorter wears of his people. Yet his refined clothes were taken from him on his first day, before being forced to dress like a salacious performer. That was all he was now and regardless of how much he disliked it, if he wanted to stay alive while in Ambessa's stay he was going to perform for her until help arrives. If help arrives, if Jayce ever comes, he has to right? The very question made him sick.

Lying in the plush satin bed, churning over and over again Viktor was restless, he gripped the pillow tightly and struggled to stay calm. Feeling the bars of the cage closing in around him, and that damn collar tightening around his throat. He lied on his side and buried his face into the pillow, tears began to soak the fabric as he shuddered a silent sob. But soon his arms wrapped around that slightly large pillow, he sniffed a few times before holding it over his chest horizontally. He lied there taking long deep breaths his hands holding the pillow to him as he calmed himself down.

He pressed his cheek to the pillow, there was a time where Jayce tripped and fell while holding Viktor, they both ended up on the floor, but Jayce held Viktor tight, he liked the feeling of his large thumb resting against his chest. It wasn't unpleasant to Viktor's shock, it felt so safe, Jayce made him feel safe. He opened his eyes his head tilted against the pillow as he held it closer.

"How was your day Vik?"

"Not very good, but I'm relieved you asked."

He whispered to himself before tilting his head over to see the draped curtains that separated his section of Ambessa's quarters to her side where she slept deeply. He then looked back up at the ceiling, a sky light adorned the roof, and he could just barely see the stars outside.

"I don't normally ask it, but I might need you to help me Jayce."

He whispered before his voice cracked as a lump caught in his throat.

"Of course Viktor, what do you need?"

He struggled to say in a tone reminiscent of Jayce's warmth. He smiled at how stupid he sounded, but how much it sounded like Jayce. That smile pinched into a painful frown as tears fell down his cheeks, and his throat tensed in agony.

"I think I need you to save me Jayce."

[gf2bellamy]

early seasons spence has me in a chokehold so i kinda have a request for you idk if it makes sense but yeah anyway (please dont tell me its obvious im a yapper ill cry)

ANYWHO

secret relationship au im imagining, earlyseasons!spencer x genderneutral/fem!bau!user (doesnt bother me but im trying to be considerate, im a girl but it really doesnt matter)

basically im thinking like the reader gets kidnapped on a case and spence is FREAKING OUT like lack of sleep, pacing constantly and being really set on finding the unsub freaking out.. and when he finally finds the reader in their state hes like that mix of relieved and absolutely appalled at the readers condition (im imagining all beaten and bloody and stuff idk how graphic you wanna make it). hes all ditsy when hes untying their binds and carrying them out of the place since hes so scared for them. the rest of the thing is kinda hotch calmly telling the reader how freaked out spence was and then im thinking like them comforting spencer afterwards and saying all the ‘its not your fault’ and ‘im okay now’ and its so fluffy it rots all our teeth (but i guess it would also be angst) IDK IF IT MAKES ANY SENSE IMSORRY

anyway remember to drink water and take care of yourself

call me some random emoji cause ill probably be here a bunch

- 🐚

captured - spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: reader having bruises, reader being tied up, mention of having a terrible headache, a/n: thank you so so much for your request and your request makes perfect sense don't worry !! i loved the idea and i'm looking forward to your next requests 🐚 <3<3<3 i hope i did your request justice !!!

Spencer didn’t know where you were. No one did. That thought pounded through his skull, looping endlessly as he nursed what had to be his fifth coffee of the day. He hadn’t slept—not even a minute—and the caffeine barely registered.

The coffee tasted like ash, bitter and lifeless. Not that it mattered. All it was doing was keeping him on his feet long enough to find you.

He should have seen this coming. He should have known the unsub would target you. You fit the profile perfectly—he had pored over the details a hundred times, retracing every step the team had made.

And yet, when it mattered most, Spencer had let his guard down.

And now you were gone. Missing. Maybe worse.

The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through him. His guilt was unbearable.

But it wasn’t just guilt, wasn’t just worry for a teammate.

It was something deeper, something he wasn’t allowed to show, not in a room full of profilers.

Because this wasn’t just about an agent being taken.

This was about you.

The person he had been secretly slipping away with after hours and the person whose hand he had held in the darkness when no one was looking.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

He should have stopped you. You should have never been the one to go on that stakeout alone, even if it was routine. Even if you’d assured him you’d be fine. The memory of your casual smile as you walked out the door stabbed at him like a knife.

“It’s just for a few hours, Spence,” you’d said with that soft lilt in your voice, the one you used when you were trying to put him at ease. The one that undid him every time.

He’d smiled back, pretending to believe you, but his stomach had tightened even then. He should have insisted on going with you.

And now—God, now—he didn’t know if he would ever hear that voice again.

It was a small mistake—one that was tearing him apart.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned white. He forced himself to let go, staring blankly at the case file in front of him. It was no use. He’d already memorized every detail, every piece of evidence. Nothing had led them to you yet.

But it would. It had to.

Spencer rubbed his eyes, exhaustion clawing at him. His entire body screamed for rest, but the idea of closing his eyes—even for a moment—felt impossible. His mind was too full of you.

The burning in his eyes was unbearable, but the ache in his chest was worse.

Everyone on the team was worried about you—how could they not be? But they were also worried about him. And they had every reason to be.

They thought his reaction was because the two of you were close, because he was the type to carry the weight of every case like a personal failure. But it was more than that.

He wasn’t just losing an agent. He was losing you.

He swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the desk once more.

He stared at the evidence board in front of him, the faces of the victims haunting him as he tried to force his brain into profiling mode. But every time he looked at their photos, all he could see was you.

Your smile. Your eyes. The way you looked at him.

His chest tightened painfully, and he dug his fingers into the desk again.He needed to focus.

“Reid.”Hotch’s voice broke through his frantic thoughts.

Spencer’s head snapped toward the doorway where Hotch stood, his expression unreadable as always. “We’ve got a lead,” he said, stepping inside.“Where?” Spencer asked.

“An abandoned warehouse on 14th and Grant,” Hotch replied evenly, though the concern in his eyes was clear.

Spencer turned back to the board, his mind racing as he analyzed the new information. Within seconds, he made the connection. The location fit the unsub’s pattern, his profile—it was possible.

It was enough.

Spencer shot to his feet without another word, practically bolting out the door. The rest of the team exchanged quick glances before following him.

He didn’t care if he looked reckless. He didn’t care if they saw how desperate he was. He had wasted enough time already.

Derek barely had time to react before Spencer climbed into the passenger seat, his breathing uneven.

Derek glanced at him, concern flickering across his face as he started the engine. “Reid—”

“Just drive,” Spencer snapped.

Derek didn’t argue. He knew better.

The SUV tore through the streets, Derek driving faster than protocol allowed. But he didn’t care. He knew Spencer would bite his head off if he slowed down, and frankly, he couldn’t blame him.

Spencer’s knee bounced restlessly as his eyes darted to the GPS screen, counting down the seconds until they arrived.

The second the car came to a stop in front of the warehouse, Spencer threw open the door and bolted.

“Reid, wait!” Derek’s voice rang out behind him, but it was no use.

Spencer didn’t slow down. He couldn’t.

His pulse roared in his ears as he burst into the building, gun raised, breath ragged. His rational mind screamed at him to slow down, to wait for backup, to clear the scene carefully—standard protocol.

But protocol didn’t matter right now.

The dim lighting inside cast long, eerie shadows along the walls. The air was thick with dust and something metallic—rust, maybe blood. His stomach turned at the thought.

His grip on his gun tightened as he moved swiftly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Room after room, door after door—empty.

Panic coiled in his chest, squeezing tighter with each dead end. His mind flashed with worst-case scenarios.

He shoved them down. He couldn’t think like that.

Then, he reached the last door.

Spencer barely took a breath before forcing it open, gun at the ready.

And then—

His stomach dropped.

There you were.

His voice cracked as he called out your name, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushed toward you, his gun immediately lowering as he took in your state.

His stomach twisted at the sight of you—unconscious, slumped forward, your wrists tightly bound to the arms of the chair. The dim lighting highlighted the bruises and cuts on your face, the sight of them sending a jolt of raw panic through him. For a brief, gut-wrenching moment, Spencer feared the worst.

He knelt beside you, his hands trembling as they moved to your neck. His fingers pressed gently against your pulse point, but for what felt like an eternity, there was nothing.

His mind raced. Was this it? Was this how it ended?

Then—

There it was.

A faint, steady beat beneath his fingertips.

Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave, and for the first time in what felt like hours, Spencer’s lungs finally let him take a full breath. He leaned forward, forehead nearly touching yours as he whispered shakily, “Thank God. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

His hands moved to your face, cupping it gently as he tilted your head up to get a better look at you.

When your face came into full view, his breath hitched.

Bruises marred your cheekbone and temple, a thin line of dried blood trailing down from your hairline. Spencer’s heart clenched so tightly he thought it might break. He bit his lip, trying to keep it together, trying to maintain some semblance of control

One single tear slipped down his cheek as he softly brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch as gentle as if he were handling glass.

“I’m here,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m here.”

“Morgan!” Spencer’s voice cracked, raw with emotion, as he yelled.

Seconds later, Derek burst into the room, gun in hand, his face hard and alert. “Reid, I just cleared the—” But the moment his eyes landed on you, his words died in his throat.

Derek cursed under his breath, his gaze shifting between you and Spencer, before asking about your condition, his concern palpable as he rushed to Spencer’s side, holstering his gun.

“Alive,” Spencer barely managed to choke out the word, his voice trembling. “Pulse is steady, but we need to get out of here.”

Morgan nodded, his jaw tightening as he quickly pulled out his knife to cut through the ropes binding your wrists.

Spencer’s hands were already on you, one cradling the back of your head, the other resting gently on your arm. His thumb stroked soothing circles on your skin.

The motion was familiar, a small gesture he used to comfort you when you were restless after nightmares, when he needed to remind you—remind himself—that you were safe.

He hoped it would work now, that somehow, it would bring you back to him.

Morgan worked quickly, slicing through the restraints. As soon as your wrists were free, Spencer carefully pulled you into his arms, holding you close against him.

His breath hitched as he whispered your name, lips near your ear. “It’s me. You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Your body felt so limp against him. He could barely feel his own limbs—his exhaustion was a distant thing compared to the need to keep you safe.

Derek’s voice broke through his daze, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Let’s move.”

Spencer nodded. As he moved, one arm tightening protectively around you.

As they made their way outside, the sunlight hit Spencer’s face, but he barely noticed.

All he could focus on was you—the bruises and cuts that were on your skin, the way your body felt too light in his arms. His heart clenched at the thought of how much pain you must have endured, how much suffering had been thrust upon you, all because of the job.

He had promised you that he would protect you, that he would keep you safe. And now, he felt like he had failed you.

Two hours later, after one heated argument with the paramedics, Spencer had insisted on riding in the ambulance with you. He had refused to let you be alone, not for a second.

Now, you were lying in a sterile hospital bed, an IV drip hooked up to you, the soft beeping of machines a constant reminder that you were still here—still alive.

Spencer, on the other hand, was slumped in an uncomfortable plastic chair. His body contorted in a way that he knew he would regret later, but he didn’t care. His legs were stretched out, but his back was hunched, his neck bent at an awkward angle.

You slowly opened your eyes, blinking as the bright overhead lights made everything blur. The room was unfamiliar—hospital white with the sharp scent of antiseptic lingering in the air.

The pain hit you almost immediately—sharp and unwelcome—making its way through your head and down your body. You winced, biting your lip to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape.

The pain was intense, but it was nothing compared to the weight of everything that had happened.

The fear, the physical pain, the overwhelming sense of helplessness, it all crashed down on you like a tidal wave. But beneath it all, something else made itself known. The hum of machines, the soft beeping of your pulse, the sterile scent of the hospital room.

You slowly became aware that you were no longer in that dark, cold room, bound and at the mercy of the unsub. You were safe now.

And with that realization came relief.

You weren’t dead. You hadn’t been forgotten or abandoned. The unsub hadn’t fulfilled his plan.

Tears welled up in your eyes, and before you could stop them, they began to fall. You lifted your hand to your face, wiping them away quickly, but more kept coming. You couldn’t stop them.

Your eyes scanned the room, and that’s when you saw him.

Spencer.

He was there, slumped in the chair beside your bed. His exhaustion was unmistakable. His hair was messier than usual, not gelled back.

You sat there quietly observing the boy you had come to love so much.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and you turned your head to see Hotch step in. His usual stern expression softened when his eyes met yours, and for the briefest of moments, you could see the relief in his gaze.

“Hi, Hotch,” you mumbled weakly, offering a small, tired smile.

Hotch stepped further into the room, taking in your condition. "How are you doing?" His voice was softer than usual, an underlying concern lacing his words as he slowly closed the door behind him.

"My head is killing me," you replied, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. Your hand instinctively went to your temple, massaging it gently, but it did little to alleviate the pain.

Hotch nodded understandingly. He glanced at Spencer briefly, noting the way he hadn’t moved a muscle.

Hotch’s eyes lingered on Spencer for a moment longer than necessary, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he knew more than he was letting on.

It wouldn’t surprise you; Hotch was perceptive in ways no one else was, and your relationship with Spencer hadn’t exactly been subtle all the time.

He cleared his throat before speaking again. "We got him," Hotch said. "The unsub... he's in custody."

You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a shaky breath. The news felt like a balm to your soul.

You’d been terrified that the danger hadn’t truly passed, that the man who had done this to you would still be out there, free to hurt others. But now, you could finally breathe.

He was behind bars, where he belonged.

"Thank you," you whispered, your body finally relaxing a little, your tension ebbing away with the knowledge that the man behind your nightmare was locked away.

Hotch’s gaze softened, though his face remained stoic as always. “He was worried sick,” Hotch said, nodding toward Spencer. “He didn’t sleep. He was looking for you the entire time.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, your breath catching as you shifted your gaze from Hotch back to Spencer.

You could see the toll the search had taken on him. You fought the urge to reach for him, to run your fingers through his hair and wake him up just so you could see his face, to remind yourself that he was real, that he was here.

The face that had been your lifeline during the long days of captivity. It was that face, the one you’d thought of in the darkest moments, that had kept you sane.

Hotch seemed to notice the way your gaze lingered on Spencer, and for a moment, his usually unreadable face softened.

He didn’t say anything, but you could tell that he knew.

Spencer stirred slightly in his sleep, making a soft sound as he shifted. His body tensed before relaxing, the quiet movements of someone who was waking from exhaustion.

Hotch glanced down at Spencer, then back at you.He gave your arm a gentle squeeze—one that was light enough to not cause you any pain—and you looked at him.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Hotch said quietly. He gave you a small nod before stepping back.“Thanks, Hotch,” you mumbled, your voice still weak, but filled with genuine gratitude.

The door clicked softly behind him.As if on cue, Spencer slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as the light seemed to hurt him.

His eyes immediately locked onto yours, and in that instant, you saw everything—the relief, the exhaustion, the quiet joy of seeing you alive.

“You’re awake,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, as if he didn’t quite believe it himself.

His eyes searched your face, his expression tightening as he took in every little detail.

Spencer never liked to admit his feelings. He never said the words, but you felt them in the way his eyes lingered on you, in the way he never once left your side.

You knew what was hidden beneath the surface, even if the world didn’t.

"Hi," you mumbled back, trying to offer him a small, weak smile. The effort was exhausting, but you didn’t want him to see just how badly you were hurting.

As you shifted to sit up a bit, the sharp pain in your head and limbs made itself known, and you couldn’t stop the soft groan that slipped from your lips.

Without a second thought, Spencer stood up from his seat, stepping closer to your bed, but he didn’t reach for you immediately.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, cracking slightly. His eyes scanned over you—lingering on the bruises and cuts that were on your skin.

His breath caught in his throat as his gaze flickered from the fresh marks on your body to your face, and for a split second, it seemed like he couldn’t look at you without some part of him breaking.

"I’ll be fine," you said, your voice strained as you did your best to sound convincing, but the words didn’t do much to reassure him.

You could see it in the way he flinched, his hand immediately running through his hair—trying to distract himself from how visibly shaken he was by the sight of you in pain.

Spencer Reid, who always had an answer for everything, who always had control, was falling apart.

He leaned forward slightly, as if wanting to touch you but unsure if he should.

“Spence,” you whispered, your voice quiet but filled with reassurance. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

But Spencer’s gaze remained on you, his body tense, and his hands flexed, still not knowing where to go. His lips parted again, as though to say something, but it came out only as a soft breath.

His fingers hovered near your arm but didn’t touch.

It was like he was afraid of hurting you more. You could see the guilt gnawing at him. It was written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice barely audible. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve—" His words faltered, and he cut himself off.

"Spence," you said slowly, your voice soft but insistent. You reached out and grabbed his hand, your fingers curling around his gently.

His grip tightened around your hand, but it felt shaky. The words suddenly spilled out.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve known. I should’ve known you could be in danger and I—” His voice cracked, and the rest of the sentence died in his throat. His breath hitched, and it was clear he was trying to hold back tears.

But they came anyway, pooling in his eyes, spilling over and leaving tracks down his pale face.

Your heart clenched at the sight of him—this was the man who had stayed by your side, refused to leave even when his mind told him he couldn’t handle it anymore.

The man who, despite everything, was still so gentle with you, so protective, and yet, here he was, blaming himself for things beyond his control.

"Spencer, stop," you said softly, your voice full of concern for him “Please, stop.”

His eyes remained downcast, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "I should have," he murmured under his breath, barely loud enough for you to catch.

His voice trembled, breaking on the words. "I should’ve been more careful. I should’ve made sure you were safe. You're hurt... you're in the hospital because of me."

Your heart broke all over again. He always did this to himself, carried the weight of everyone else’s pain as if it were his own.

"No, no," you whispered urgently, doing your best to push through the lingering pain in your head as you squeezed his hand tighter.

The effort sent a sharp pulse through your skull, but you forced yourself to focus, to hold on to him. "Spence, it wasn’t your fault. Don't ever think that," you said firmly, your voice filled with all the care and strength you had left.

"Listen to me," you continued, the words coming from the depths of your soul. "You did everything you could. You were there. You found me. You're the reason I'm alive, Spencer. If anyone should be sorry, it’s the man who did this to me, not you." Your words were soft.

Spencer’s breath hitched again, his face contorting. He looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him together.

You took a slow, steady breath, forcing yourself to speak through the exhaustion. "You’re not the reason I’m here, Spence," you said, your voice full of the truth you wished he could feel deep inside himself. "You’re the reason I’m going to be okay. You always are."

Your words seemed to reach him, just enough to keep him from falling apart completely.

"Promise me something," you said, your voice soft but unwavering. "Promise me you’ll stop blaming yourself. It’s not on you. It never was."

He nodded slowly, his hand tightening around yours in return.

“I promise,” he whispered, though it felt like he was still trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

"Come here," you said softly.

Without a second thought, Spencer leaned forward, his body folding into yours as he gently buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms sliding around you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

His breath hitched as he adjusted, trying his best not to press too hard, too recklessly, worried about hurting you. His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t bear to let go.

When he finally pulled back, there was a small smile on his face that wasn’t there before.

You smiled gently, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face, your fingers lingering on his skin.

"I’m okay," you whispered, your voice tender, just for him. "I’m really okay, Spence."

He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, lingering for just a second longer than usual, before pulling back with a contented sigh. "I’m so glad you’re here" he murmured.

You squeezed his hand tightly, smiling at him.

He pulled the chair closer to your bed, never letting go of your hand, settling into it with a deep breath. He was still physically exhausted, emotionally drained, but he didn’t care.

All that mattered was that you were here.

[confused-reading-ink-rat]

Wicked AU where there is a mark of your soulmate on your skin, and it becomes an outline when they die. 

It was one of the most exciting days in Shiz University. It was the day that marks would appear on your skin, and you'd finally meet your roommate. 

The air was charged with tension, people dolling themselves for the possibility of meeting their soulmates, couples breaking up left and right, or exchanging vows, sometimes even simultaneously. It was complete social chaos. Some opportunist students were even selling snake oil cures to make the marks appear faster. Shiz really does make the dull think sharp, even if it’s for quick coin.

Galinda heard that a select few somewhat worked. But she didn't trust the rumors, especially on a day like this? She had to admit she was tempted, but her reputation had to be preserved.

Ah, Galinda Upland. She tucked a stray golden curl behind her ear and smiled at her audience, giving them their favourite show, her. 

She strode through the halls with exercised confidence radiating off her effortlessly, with Pfanne and ShenShen flanking her from behind. In truth, she was a nervous wreck inside. Her bones rattled uncontrollably inside her body, as if they'd rather crawl out from beyond the flesh and form a xylophone than deal with every what-if her half-functioning brain was churning out in her head. 

Oh, but she was perfectly fine. 

Perfectly, absolutely fine. 

(Meanwhile...)

Elphaba Thropp was tired, was soulmates the only thing on everyone's mind today? Well, the professors also extended the deadline for most of their assignments, so she couldn't really blame them when even the school encouraged them. It was the day, after all, it appeared she was the only one who didn't care for it. She avoided the crowds of students with ease, as they already gave her a wide berth. It wasn't difficult to get away from everyone when they were also trying to get away from you. 

She wasn't sharing the tense and hopeful feelings the rest of the student body was drowning in. No, she had long given up on a soulmate, believing herself to be part of the small percentage of Oz that didn't have one. It was much easier that way. Much better than holding out hope that maybe, someone out there would see beyond the green. 

She shook her head, freeing herself from the thought. She just needed to get away today, right now everyone's too busy fussing over themselves to taunt her, Oz knows how long that would last. She rounds a corner, and of course, the Universe decides that then. She just had to see Galinda Upland today. Had to see her skipping along the halls without a care in the world, bragging about how she's so confident that she'd meet her soulmate today and they'd accept her immediately, rambling on about how happy she'd be when they meet. Elphaba can't help but roll her eyes at the delusions, no one fell for someone that fast, but this was Galinda Upland. She did her best to ignore the blonde, moving on. She had better things to worry about anyways. 

She didn't, but she wasn't about to admit that to herself. 

She strolled past her as well and straight ahead, hoping to hide herself and get lost in the nooks and crannies of Shiz University before everyone realizes she's gone. They won't. No one ever comes looking for her anyways. 

Maybe to hide from herself too, and the ache of possibly having no one in her life that would want her.

Galinda paced in her shared dorm room, as she had been for the past hour already. She had assured Pfanne, ShenShen and the whole student body that her soulmate mark was just taking its sweet time to get to her, time makes the heart grow fonder after all. She wasn't sure if that was meant to ease everyone's concern or her own. It should be here by now. 

She stared at her reflection in her vanity, daring it to change something, anything. But still, nothing. No mark on her skin, no colorful reminder, none. She jumped out of her seat in frustration, muttering curses as she threw herself onto bed. 

Maybe she was a late bloomer, she had to be. Oh, yes that'd be horrendible but there was no way she had no soulmate! What would everyone think?! Oh how miserable she would be! Well not really, there were plenty of eligible soulmate-less bachelors all over Oz vying for her hand. Maybe she could form an artificial bond, oh Oz, that was desperate, but everyone needs a back-up plan— 

Galinda froze, feeling the skin just below her ear start to tingle. She hurriedly sat herself in front of her mirror, eagerly staring at her reflection, waiting for the colors to mark her body. 

As the door opened and her roommate invited herself inside, Galinda stared in disbelief. 

A simple green poppy with heart-shaped petals. 

Then, Galinda spoke in a soft tone she didn't know she could say with the name she had laced with malice so many times slipped out of her lips. 

"Elphaba.”

[cicobuffs]

pondering about a zombie apocalypse au for challengers...i feel like i've seen it before but i'm not sure...

you already know that tashi is the one who's the defacto 'leader' of the group...she's resourceful, a planner, doesn't take shit at all in any way whether it be from other people in the group or people that are encountered along the way. she learned quick how to work her way around a weapon for the sake of the people around her and her own life.

patrick is loud and rambunctious and is a complete representation of brute force. i can see him using a blunt force weapon type deal: a bat probably. he’s the one to go to for supply runs i think because he fucks around to a point where he knows when shit gets serious on a run and to lock in. he’s definitely starting shit on accident (sometimes) with people in the group, too, which sometimes attributes to some people leaving or some people staying to a point.

art is strategic, someone who pinches penny’s, or in this case bullets or cans of food. he uses a gun but never wastes a bullet: he’s a thinker, always wondering if he really needs to drop a shell for one reason or another. he’s good backup in that way where he has saved everyone’s skin in one way or another.

they run into you when you’re just surrounded by a group of the undead (walkers? idk what to call them i’m gonna be fr) and usually in a situation like this they would just leave because in the dire situation the world is in at the current moment, they can’t waste anything on just one person but they decided to say fuck it and take care of the whole undead situation for you.

and you’re badly beaten and bruised, hot to the touch like you have a fever, slumped to the ground after your attackers are back to what they’re supposed to be: dead. tashis the one to inspect you, to look for bites anywhere and you’re just conscious enough to say that you know you haven’t been bitten.

they haul you back to where they’ve set up camp and essentially nurse you back to health but over time there was a type of attachment that formed with them to you: art still bringing a cup of purified water to your lips even when you know you can pick it up yourself, patrick insisting that you stay back and rest while he tries to find something for you to eat when you’ve been saying you could come with him to hunt for a few days, and tashi refusing to hand you a weapon because “you’re still too weak” but you know damn well that your strength is, in fact,back.

and the worry was endearing for a while of course but it came to a point where you yourself started getting worried because you’ve been better for a bit now and can start fending for yourself but it’s things like “no, you can’t. you still have to rest,” and “you just stay here and i’ll take care of it,” being said that make you stay for a while longer despite your doubts. and who are you to deny the hospitality of people that are just so desperate to give it to you?

[curufiin]

C&C founders of Nargothrond AU… BULLET FIC FORM

Because I want what Tollers was too much of a coward to write. I don’t have an idea for the au name so any ideas would be lovely

It is the night of what would become the Battle of Sudden Flame.

Celegorm is out patrolling the pass. Not for any good reason, really; he tells Curufin it’s because he can’t sleep. At this point, Curufin knows better than to question him.

Huan follows close behind, and he sniffs along the ground that Celegorm has trod.

He thinks about Aredhel, about the Oath, about what could’ve been. Half of him wishes he had not sworn it. The other half wishes he could rest.

Maybe, he thinks, things would be different had he not been out riding with Caranthir. Maybe he would be away: away from the Oath, away from the Enemy and the siege, away with Aredhel. Maybe he would have killed that Moriquende bastard and be done with it.

He still holds Curufin in contempt for not killing Eöl. They were already kinslayers. One more would not have made a difference.

But he has no more time to think: a dim light shines in the distance.

Then it grows brighter, and brighter, until it is as if a second dawn has come.

He smells it first before he knows what is happening: charred flesh and smoldering bones sting his nostrils and overwhelms him.

By the time he makes it back to Curufin, he is coughing and there are tears in his eyes. “Curvo—”

“What in the Valar’s name is going on?” Curufin does not tarry as he speaks. Celebrimbor is by his side, his face pale. He grabs his swords, and mounts his horse.

Screams are already tearing across the valley where they have stationed troops.

Not nearly enough troops.

“We stay, we fight,” Celegorm says, his hand tightening around the grip of his sword.

Curufin’s horse stomps the ground with unease as he speaks. “We are going to get overrun, Tyelkormo.”

“I will not let our people die defending our lands while we run away like cowards!”

So they stay and they fight. Countless orcs fall, yet countless more surge forth, each growling and spitting, and the deafening sounds of swords clashing fills the air. Huan’s barks and growls rip through the chaos, but it too is drowned out mere moments later.

Eventually, they are overrun.

They flee eastwards, past Himring, past Himlad, through Nan Dungortheb. It is the only way they can turn.

They ride for days, often without food or rest. Each day, Celebrimbor notes that their numbers grow thinner.

Still, they are not safe: foul creatures stalk them in the night, and often they hear what sounds like heavy footfall behind them.

They turn northwards into Dorthonion, hoping to seek refuge with Angrod and Aegnor, and they are only met with more death.

Celegorm commands that they continue eastward.

By then, they are starving and exhausted.

They and their people make camp by Rivil at nightfall. It is the first rest they have in many days, yet even now, it feels as if darkness is pressing in around them, smothering even the brightest of flames.

No rest is granted to Celegorm again.

“I’m going out,” he says, mounting his horse.

“Again?”

Curufin bites down on his lower lip.

“Tyelkormo, you’re going to get yourself killed like this.” He tugs on the edge of his cloak, and pulls it tighter around himself. Celegorm notes just how small his brother looked like this. He should not be here, fighting this war, yet it was he who swore the Oath before anyone else.

He does not answer.

Curufin sighs. “At least— bring your servants. Please. I sense foul beings stalking in the darkness, and my heart warns me that evil shall befall you tonight if you are not careful.

“You’ve always been too cautious, Curvo,” Celegorm says.

“It is my caution which keeps us alive.”

They speak no more. Celegorm obliges.

He brings a small group of his most loyal and most deadly servants, and they head eastwards into the Fen of Serech, their quivers slung over their shoulders and filled with arrows, bows drawn by their sides.

As they draw deeper into the marshes, a peculiar discomfort pulls at Celegorm’s chest. He cannot describe the feeling, other than it is as if they are being watched. Each step they take is far too loud, and he suddenly wishes he had heeded Curufin’s warnings.

It is the silence which deafens him most. There is no wind caressing his face, no animals to bring him their tales. Only the horrid stink of death remains.

His ears twitch at what seems like a step in the water. Then another, and then another, and another until they are surrounded. Huan lowers himself, ears pinned at his sides, and growls.

“That the Fire Elf’s son?” Celegorm hears one of them spit out, and he draws his sword from its sheath.

“It bloody well is.”

“We’ll kill him, yeah? Boss is gonna be real happy with this one. Ain’t this the elf with the dog?”

From his side, a tall Orc emerges, the axe in his hand stained with dried blood, and Celegorm only now perceives that they are entirely surrounded. “What have we here?” The Orc grins— though it is more like a grimace than anything else. “A lost little princeling with his dog. Should you not be cowering with your brothers, son of Fëanor?”

Celegorm’s brows furrow. “Watch your tongue, lest I cut it from your mouth.”

His threat is only met with loud, guttural laughter. “You are in no position to threaten me, princeling. Oh, I am going to have fun cutting you up all nice and pretty. Your dog’s skull will make a fine, fine trophy.”

Celegorm raises his blade, and faces the flat of the blade towards the orc. Though the rays of the moon is all but choked out by dark smoke and clouds, in his eyes burned the unmistakable glimmer of treelight, and the glory of Valinor.

The orc takes a step forward. “What’s this? The little mouse is trying to intimidate me. Tell me, princeling. What do spoiled brats born into royalty know of battle—”

Celegorm lunges forth. His blade slices through the air, cuts through flesh as if it is water. The orc’s words are cut off by gurgles.

Blood fills the air.

The orc chokes, tries to scream, claws at his throat.

He falls.

I am going to die here, Celegorm thinks.

He points his sword at the fallen orc.

“Kill me, if the rest of you think you are so capable—” in a swift motion, his servants draw their swords at once, and the crowds take a step back at the hiss of metal against sheath. “—but heed my words. I am Celegorm, Son of Fëanor, and I have ridden beside the Great Hunter Oromë. Fear his presence through my voice, and feel his fury in my sword! And upon his name this I swear: even if I shall die tonight, I shall die tearing the flesh off your very bones.”

The orcs stop, almost contemplative—

—and then they charge.

Celegorm prepares to draw his final breath.

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ not your aphrodite

fame!au shinso x gn!reader

based on goddess by laufey

a/n: i was reading @/poemeater's smau series and got inspired 🤭 shinso and y/n are both music artists in this!

you were surprised to meet shinso at your concert.

you'd heard of his band before - well, heard was an understatement. they'd only released one album, but their popularity was already through the roof. you even had a copy of their album. and to have them attend your concert? you were more excited than you would admit.

when you met him, you were immediately taken by his purple hair, the way he ran his fingers through the messy locks. shinso was a lot more reserved than the rest of his bandmates, but you didn't miss the sparkle in his eyes when he asked you for a photo.

it wasn't long before he asked you on a date.

he'd picked an expensive restaurant, one you'd been to before. he picked you up outside your house, and you found yourself really enjoying yourself.

it was perfect.

except for the paparazzi.

you put down some money for the bill and tug on shinso's arm.

"come on, they'll find us. there's a back door we can use."

you run, and run, until you've shaken off the reporters.

breathless, the two of you hide in an alleyway, trying to stay silent as you hear the frantic yelling of fans.

"where did they go?"

"they can't have just disappeared..."

you catch shinso's eye, and you both stifle a laugh.

you share your first kiss in that alleyway that night.

you'd written it off as an accident the first few times. shinso was new to fame. but as months pass by, you notice that the paparazzi followed to the two of you everywhere. especially on dates.

you try not to think too much of it.

but then there was that day you spent the night at shinso's apartment.

"morning," you yawn, as you make your way into shinso's kitchen.

there's a hint of surprise in his expression, but its gone before you can question it.

"morning," he replies, turning away from you. "get yourself ready. i planned breakfast at the café around the corner."

it was a busy place, with lots of customers on the daily. you keep a tight hold on shinso's arm, half afraid of the paparazzi.

and for a while, you think you're fine. until that blonde girl in the booth behind you recognises you, and her boyfriend recognises shinso, and all hell breaks loose.

you're finally back in shinso's apartment, and you're more than a little pissed. you turn to him angrily.

"why are they always there-"

"why do you keep running-"

you both start speaking at the same time.

"what?" you ask.

"why are we always running? why can't we just stay there, and let them take photos?"

you're too startled to speak.

"it's almost like you don't want them to know about us."

"that's not it! i don't mind them knowing about us, i just want to spend more time with you without having to worry about whether we're going to be on the news tomorrow morning, or if they're going to make up another scandal."

"isn't that the point of fame, though?"

you're taken aback.

"why did you even become an artist if you don't want to put up with the fans?"

"i do love my fans, i just-"

"you know, you're not all that," shinso sneers. "maybe your music is good, but you're not the perfect angel everyone thinks you are. i thought i was dating a goddess, but it's all just glamour."

you can't even respond. you try desperately to swallow the lump in your throat, to blink back the tears threatening to spill.

"so you were with me for my fame?" your voice is little more than a broken whisper.

"i thought you were a star." shinso's back is facing you now. "i guess you're not the same y/n i see on stage."

heartbroken, you leave shinso's apartment without even a goodbye.

the cameras catch you on your way out.

tears prick your eyes as you laugh bitterly, seeing the new headlines on the news.

y/n l/n caught leaving shinso's apartment in tears.

of course, it was silly old you, thinking he loved you for you. that maybe he saw past the charm, the façade you put on for your fans.

well, now he knew.

you're no goddess when you're alone.

[yeonmuse]

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ Curtain Call ·˚ ༘

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x lee heeseung ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are open] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary 🪷

authors notes This is a follow up to Heeseungs side story in Can You Hear My Heart. It takes place directly after the final chapter of Jungwons Mini Series. This is not a Hee X Reader series, but if youd like to replace the characters name with your own feel free to. This is part of admins University series

IN WHICH 𖤓 Heeseung has a thing for the theaters golden girl, he’s been crushing on her for months. He’s got it so bad for her that he somehow lets Jake talk him into attending auditions just to get closer to her.

Join the taglist here

This Series is part of my Enhypen University Special Event

Autumn sunlight

Heeseung couldn’t stop his mind from repeating the events of last night. A constant rotating of rewinding and playing it forward over and over again. An ongoing repetitive cycle of reliving he and Sakoias kiss over and over again. A kiss that and their lips touched made him see stars. It was a moment he had waited months to have with her and now that he had finally gotten that moment it was the only thing playing on his mind and heart. How soft her lips were against his, the way her fingers tangled in his hair as they kissed. He wished that he could capture the moment in his heart eternally.

He was completely gone and for the first time in years he truly didn’t care, because he was everything that he had pictured her to be. She fit in his arms so perfectly and their lips fit one smite like the perfect pieces of a puzzle. She was like autumn sunlight, the feeling one gets when the leaves have all fallen and the sunlight shines through the trees casting shadows upon golden hour. When you walked outside and felt a gentle breeze brush against your skin and something in the wind just makes you feel alive. Sakoia to him was the true embodiment of an angel with clipped wings, someone purest of hearts that was damned to earth for the purpose of him loving her as his.

Sakoia on the other hand had also been thinking about the kiss, though on the contrary to Heeseung she couldn’t believe that it had all happened. Last night she had been running on pure adrenaline, so even she herself had been shocked that she initiated a kiss and his lips responded to her own almost instantaneously. Every doubt she had about him liking her had melted away and the time the spent together that night was evident enough. He kissed her as if it had been something he had been waiting all eternity to do.

Like a broken record the kissing plays at her brain over and over, round and round like it had been looped. Her heart thumping in her chest and heat flushing her body each time she thought about the way his hands rested so comfortable on her hips and around her waist, how nice it felt to have his lips mold against hers as if they were made to kiss one another. The way the music faded off into the distance and it felt as if it had only been the two of them.

As if he had known that her thoughts had been occupied by him Sakoia looks at her phone only to see Heeseungs name pop up. A smiles ghosts her lips as she brings the phone to her ear.

“Morning.” He spoke on the other side, a cheerful edge in the tone of his voice.

“Morning Seung.”

“Did you just wake up?”

“Mm yeah, thinking of what to eat for breakfast.”

“Want to go to Moonstruck?”

“You offering to buy me breakdfast?” She responds playfully, finally cracking a smile.

“That’s if you’d like to join me.”

“I’d love to join you Seung”

“Good because I’m already on my way. I was hoping you didn’t reject me.” He chuckles on the other line earning a laugh from her as well.

With that two hang up the phone, she slips out of bed with a smile that refused to leave her lips even as she washed up and got dressed for the day that awaited. Dressing in her warmest attire for what seemed like the third snow day in a row. Her hands shoved into her pockets as she stepped outside for the first time today. She found Heeseung standing outside his car, leaning against the passenger side as if he had been waiting there for her.

“You look cozy.”

“And you look cold.” She responds to Heeseung that had been standing there in a pair of ripped jeans, a black tee and a leather jacket, glasses adorning his face.

Though she couldn’t deny something as simple as that bad him look absolutely attractive she couldn’t understand how he wasn’t freezing his ass off in that moment.

“I’ll manage.”

“Mhm, looks like I’ll be having to give up my sweater if you end up getting cold, though usually it’s the other way around.” She responds teasingly, earning a smile from him as he pushed off the door and pulls it open for her.

“If anything I’ll just shove my hands into your sweater to keep the warmth.”

“Sounds like an excuse to hold my hand.”

“And if it is?”

“You dont need an excuse to hold them Hee.” She laughs watching as he shuts the door and makes his way over to the drivers side, slipping into the drivers seat and pulling on his seatbelt.

“In that case.” He slips his free hand into the sleeve of her sweater, locking their fingers together while he used the other to guide the steering wheel.

Every now and then Heeseung found his gaze shifting from the road to the beautiful woman sat in his passenger seat. He watched the way her lashes fluttered and her eyes darted from the passenger window to the windshield, taking in the way the snow slowly decorated the glass. His ears catching her soft hums every now and then that he wasn’t even sure she realized agrees had been making, but it was angelic to his ears.

Eventually the two had arrived into the town square and for once it didn’t take twenty minutes just to find a parking spot. The two of them walked hand in hand past the shopping markets and vintage clothing stores until they finally arrived at moonstruck. Taehyun greeting both of them with a warm smile before looking over to heeseung, his eyebrows screwing together with interest as if asking. ‘Are you two a thing now.’ Without having used any words.

“Heeseung, Sakoia, haven’t seen you two since the film premier.” Taehyun finally greets them, pulling out two menus from behind the counter.

“Sorry Hyun, with Rehearsals and classes, it’s been kinda crazy at UA lately.” Koia takes the initiative to respond first, earning a soft chuckle from Taehyun.

“So Heeseungs making his acting debut I’ve heard.”

“I’ll take it Jungwon and Yn have been coming here often.” Heeseung responds, knowing that only the Tao of them could have been here often enough to give Taehyun such details.

“Actually, I found out from Manòn and Sunoo”

“Of course you did.”

Taehyun simply laughs at Heeseungs visible reaction to the infornation, placing the menus in Sakoias hands.

“Feel free to go wherever you’d like today, there are three tables open on the dinning floor and three rooms available.”

With that Sakoia took the leave, moving past the main dining hall to go for one of the more private rooms where the two could have privacy. Something the two of them hadn’t had since he’d come over to look after her when she had been sick.

“What movie are they playing?”

“Mmm.” Sakoia lets out a soft as her eyes scan over the menu to figure out what movie had been playing today.

“Dr. birds advice for sad poets.”

“Hm.. I’ve never heard if it.”

“Seriously?” Sakoias head snaps over to him upon hearing he had never even heard of the movie.

“What is it something I should know?”

“Its not very well known I suppose but it’s one of my favorites?”

“Is it? Then how about you tell me about it?”

“Or you can watch and find out, then I’d be spoiling the entire thing, we’re here to eat so we may as well watch too.”

“Well if you want to take the long route.” Heeseung responds with a playful huff making Sakoia smile Bernie her gaze shifts to the menu.

Heeseung found himself admiring her once again, from her beautiful brown eyes and long lashes, to the freckles scattered across her nose, finally resting upon her plump lips.

“Should we get the designated movie menu?” As her gaze slips from the paper menu on her hands her eyes fell upon Heeseung that had already been staring at her in adoration. His fingers ghost across her skin before finally he takes his face into her hands and kisses her. The familiar taste of her lips melting onto his own once again making butterflies swarm her stomach. This kiss lasted far longer than the first, there was no lingering taste of alcohol or loud music, no onlookers to report to one another that they had shared another kiss. It was just the two of them engulfed in the silence of the room.

Once they had finally pulled away from one another Sakoia brushes her thumb over his lips with a smile, wiping away her now messy lipgloss that had smeared over his lips.

“I know this is late, something I should have done before I kissed you last night but I like you Sakoia. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you in Jungwons first short film. And If you’d let me, I’d really like to take you out this saturday night, no distractions, none of our friends eavesdropping or spying just you and me.”

“I’d love to.”

Chapterlist | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

🔖 @bubblytaetae @pkjay @heesallure @planetmarlowe @dreeki @butterflywonz @lillotus17 @squiishymeow @river-demon-slayer @sol3chu @st4rryst4r @firstclassjaylee @right-person-wrong-time @ivyvioletcarson @academiq @claumbeju @jwonistic @riribelle @sugarikiz

[kittenscookie]

Oh-oh, I just realized— What if Au Annabeth met canon Luke and vice versa?

Shit, what if Canon Annabeth met Au Thalia, since she would be the thief?

Canon Luke who see Au Thalia and not really sure where exactly things gone worse knowing about Au Luke, cause OUCH…

Is this before or after the lightning thief is revealed? If this is after the lightning thief is revealed Au Annabeth would be shocked but not truly surprised. I think she'd be more disappointed and depressed than anything. And if it's after the first series? "Huh...I guess Luke was right, it really could have been any one of us under the right circumstances..."

Now if it's before that's where things get really interesting—because she'd be able to tell that something is...Off about Canon Luke. And not because of how drastically the personality shift is specifically. Because with Hermes' absence she can justify Canon Luke being more respectful and conventionally responsible (Au Luke is responsible believe it or not, just not in the usual sense), but there's something about his behavior that screams wrong to her. The big difference between Au Luke and Canon Luke is that in canon the way Luke behaves at camp is a mask, a front he puts up to avoid suspicion. It's not genuine, and Au Annabeth would be able to sense it on some level, in part due to M.E Athena's training.

Whether Canon Annabeth can pick that up in Au Thalia is kinda up in the air—remember, their Thalia has been in tree stasis. Any weirdness in her personality could be drawn up to her not truly knowing her like that due to the five year gap, or might be outright ignored (Annabeth has already been shown to have super idolized memories of Luke, same can probably be said for Thalia). But Canon Luke? Oh he'd pick up on it.

Canon Luke: ...*Stares at Au Luke*

Au Luke: *Stares back*

Canon Luke: ...Don't you–?

Au Luke: Yes, yes I do. And I'm hoping upon hope that I'm either wrong or she backs out. Either way neither of us is saying shit...

Note: Au Luke knew, he didn't know the specifics, but he knew Thalia was planning something. Keeping quiet about his suspicions due to their friendship and his own anger at the system is something that will haunt him for the rest of his days.

[crushmeeren]

I think the itachi arranged marriage au mini series I’ve been working on is close to, if not my most favorite, piece of fiction I’ve ever created.

I’m writing out the last section of part two and editing the entire thing, but it’s been so fun to write so far. Why the hell didn’t I do this earlier???? WTF

anywho, here’s a little snippet of the upcoming second part for those who are interested!

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

“So, you’ve escaped clan business for the afternoon?”

“Oh!” Itachi startles, jumping about a foot in the air. He whips around to face you, a mixing bowl cradled tight to his chest with one arm. “Goodness, you scared me!” Itachi places his free hand over his chest, settling his racing heart. “Yes, I’ve managed to excuse myself for the rest of the day,” he answers, glaring half heartedly.

You take a few steps closer, lips lifting in amusement. “That’s great, but what brings you to the kitchen?” You nod towards the mixing bowl in question. “It’s not often I find you here.”

His eyes flicker between you and the bowl. “I thought I’d attempt to bake cookies,” he explains, somewhat sheepish. “For you.”

Your eyebrows raise, cheeks heating up. “For me?”

Itachi nods, shifting to set the mixing bowl on the counter. “For you. For our baby,” he confirms. His expression is warm and words stick to the inside of your throat. “After the last time I’m convinced you’re in desperate need of my help.”

You ignore the insult to your baking skills, becoming a whirlwind of emotions as your eyes sting with oncoming tears. “Itachi!” You cry, surging forward to wind your arms around his waist, baby bump keeping you from fully connecting. “That’s so sweet!”

Your husband chuckles and hugs you in return, rubbing your upper back as he does. “I’m happy to do this for you. You’re growing our baby, you deserve to be waited on hand and foot.”

psst! you can find part one here!

[gunilslaugh]

hi hii ! how about a fic painting joo or junhan’s nails ? i think it would be so cute ><

Hello Helloo! Here's your request I hope you like it!

Lee Jooyeon Summary: Painting Jooyeon’s nails. (idol/non-idol au) WC:476 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Originally you brought up painting Jooyeon’s nails as a joke, however Jooyeon was actually quite fond of the idea. That’s how you found yourselves seated on the floor of your bedroom. A bottle of dark blue nail polish opened, its scent slowly filling the room the longer you had it open. 

“Jooyeon stop moving I’m gonna mess up,” you lightly scolded him, holding his hand a bit firmer. 

“I can’t help it,” he excuses, pouting a little. “I forgot how time consuming painting nails can be.” 

“Just let me finish this hand then we can take a break before doing your other hand,” you tell him. He lets out a small hum and leans to prop his head up on his free hand. He takes this time to just watch you as you work. A smile etched its way onto his face as your brows knit together in concentration. He likes how your hold on his finger is gentle yet firm. 

“There now we can take a small break,” you say, capping the nail polish bottle. 

“Ah freedom,” Jooyeon jokes, falling backwards to lay on his back. 

“Be careful it’s still drying,” you remind him.

“I know. I won’t ruin your beautiful work,” he said, lifting his hand to admire your work. You chuckle, coming to lay on your back beside him.

“It’s not that good. Nothing special,” you voice. 

“It is special…because you did it.” He turns his head to look at you cheekily. 

“Whatever” you say playfully knocking him with your elbow.

After a few minutes of resting on your backs and staring at the ceiling you two resume the task of painting his nails. Gingerly taking his hand in your hold as you carefully apply the dark blue polish to his nails.

Jooyeon once more takes this time to simply admire you. When a few strands of your hair fall stray he doesn’t even think before leaning in and tucking the hair back behind your ear. 

“Thanks,” you tell him, staying focused on his nail. 

“Sure thing,” he smiled at you even though you didn't notice.

“There we go all done,” you smile triumphantly as you screw the cap back on the bottle. “Please don’t chip them on the first day,” you say half-jokingly. 

“I’ll do my very best,” he promises you. Jooyeon looks down at all ten of his fingers now decorated with the reflectant dark blue. He thinks that these are his favorite nails that he has had (and yes it’s because you painted them). 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So my turn now?” he asked you with a certain glint in his eyes. You look at the bottle in his hands then down at your own nails. 

“I don’t know about that,” you said nervously. 

“Come on please?” he begged, giving you his puppy dog eyes. 

“Fine,” you sigh, sticking out your hand to him. 

A/N: At the end of my Hyeongjun fic Rockstar Boy there is a scene where the reader kinda paints his nails, so you can read that if you like :)

taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143 @seungseung-minmin @junhanism

comment or message me to be added!