#Gosh... I worked on all of this for 6 freaking hours

[affluent-havoc]

Based off of this I wrote like, not that long ago in the timeline of things.

[martiansodas-blog]

too pretty to think.

when art started to slip, it almost felt like falling asleep…

a. donaldson x reader

word count: 2,216

contents: dumbification, body worship, face sitting, multiple orgasms, cuming untouched, brief mommy kink, subspace, nicknames and pet names, this is freak nasty.

Xx

The first time 

You and Art have been going steady for 6 months and you loved every second of it. the two of you mostly hung out at your place, it's a tad cleaner than his dorm and he never bothered with things like decorations. It was a haven for the both of you. So when your Blackberry buzzed with a message asking,

“r u home?” 

It was hardly out of the ordinary.

“yeah. just changed clothes”

“can i come over?”

“of course”

Donaldson is a man who never knows when to quit. Let's rephrase: He’ll only quit when instructed to. 

He treats his body like a machine. He eats what his nutritionist tells him to, he pushes his body to the limit, and he rarely turns in a paper late. 

When you opened your front door your boyfriend was in chaotic ruins. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were stained. He stared at the floor with his calloused hands in his pockets.

“Oh my gosh, what happened?? What’s wrong?”

Your tone had urgency as you ushered him inside. Once the door is closed he pulls you in for a hug. You don’t dare speak, just hug back. He’ll tell you when he’s ready. 

It’s obvious he’s trying to hold himself together, but stroking his back caused him to break.

“Aw, baby,” 

You sway him from side to side. 

“Shh, it’s ok. I’m here.”

After a few minutes, Art regained control of his breathing. You put him at arm's length—your voice just above a whisper. 

“Would you like to come lay down with me? We don’t have to talk about it if you don't want to, let's just get you comfortable.”

Art sniffles and nods his head—your poor baby. 

You held his hand and led the way to your room. You sat on your bed with your back against the wall so he could lay between your legs. He often takes this position when you guys are watching movies so it will add a level of comfort for him. 

Art takes some deep breaths as you run your nails through his hair. 

“We got a new coach and he- he’s so intense. I don’t know. I’ve been berated by coaches since I was 13. Why the hell is this one affecting me differently?” 

You twist one of his curls in your fingers. 

“Everything's just so much right now. Schoolwork, post-graduation plans, sponsorships… There's so much going on all the time. I- I can’t do it.” 

Your heart broke for him. 

“I’m so sorry, Artie. I wish I could take it all away from you.”

You rubbed his arms and back for who knows how long. It could have been hours. You didn’t care. You’d cancel your week's agenda if that’s what he needed. You weren’t getting up until he felt better. 

You analyzed his words.

“It’s not that you’re unable to make decisions, and it’s not that you make bad decisions. It’s just that decisions are constant unrelenting work… is that an accurate assessment?”

He nodded and sighed into your shirt like you were the one person in the world who understood him. 

“...And a good boy like you should never have to work.” 

Art froze. 

Well, that’s new. 

You decided to test the waters further and put on your most sultry voice. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll think for you.” 

He let out a sound that can only be described as a mewl. His body curled into a semi-circle. 

You swept some hair out of his eyes, they seemed to get droopier.

I don't know what exactly is transpiring he’s responding to it.

“Let your thoughts go. You don’t need them.” 

Eyes are fully closed now.

“Can you unclench your jaw for me? That’s it.”

He does as he's told, falling deeper into whatever hollow you're creating. He bites back a smile but his blush is evident. So easy to get him to blush. One of his cutest attributes.

Next step is Moving your handsome boy to lay on his stomach so you can rub his shoulders. You hear him sigh while the tension is worked out of his muscles and watch him relax under your hands. 

Walking him through some deep breaths while you place dozens of soft, light kisses on his neck. 

You want to make him understand what a privilege it is to have him.

Rubbing his thighs and calves, slowly melting away the stress of the day. Kisses on the backs of his knees while he laughs and tells you to stop that and that it tickles.

Helping him turn over to lie on his back and climbing carefully on top to straddle him.

You toy with the hem of his shirt. 

“Can I take this off?”

He looks up at you. mouth open and nods. 

It causes you to giggle. 

“Thank you.” 

Once that’s out of the way your hands wander up to his chest while trailing more impossibly light kisses down his Adam's apple. Massaging his chest, squeezing and grabbing and just feeling his skin. 

Kissing his collarbones, trailing your tongue along the dip where they meet under his neck. Slowly working that boy up with teasing touches that only get more and more unbearable.

Slowly returning to his lips to kiss him again while you reach down to trail your fingertips over his cock. He pants and whines so sweetly into your mouth while you play with his cock. You're not even trying to make him cum-- not yet. 

I could do this all day. 

Letting him drift in a fuzzy-headed space while you work your fingers soft and slow over his pants. Doesn't need to worry about anything but your hands on his body. You're right here to keep him safe and make him feel good.

“There's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn mindless.” 

Art whined and bucked his hips up to meet your hand.

“I need to be in you so bad. Please.”

Who are you to refuse him?

“Don't worry baby, I’ll give you what you want.” 

You slid off him and he reached for you, like he couldn’t stand you being an inch away for any amount of time. You chuckled and took off your bottoms and underwear, he copied. 

You hopped back on top of him, which made him break out into a smile. His girl was about to take care of him. 

You grabbed his cock and started stroking him. 

“I don’t know if I’m wet enough, Artie.”

“Sitonmyface.” He begged all in one breath. 

You bit your lip so as not to laugh at him. It wasn’t in a mean way, no no! He was just so excited about it. It’s adorable and flattering all at the same time.

“Are you sure? We’ve never done that before.”

We haven’t done a lot of this before. 

He shamelessly nodded. Grabbing your waist with both hands and shifting your body up before you could protest. 

“I don’t want to crush you.”

At this point, he was panting. A dog seconds away from getting a treat. 

“You won’t.” 

Art has eaten you out before, and it’s been wonderful. But this? This is a new kind of ecstasy. 

His tongue reaches new trenches. 

And that fucking nose. It bumped your clit every time. You were gasping and making noises you didn’t know were possible. His mouth is memorizing your folds. He's getting off on your arousal.  His tip is red and hurting, but can barely care when a taste crafted just for him is on his lips. 

“Shit. Just like that.” 

Your thighs trapped his face, your breath hitched with every thrust, and your walls clenched around his tongue. 

“Oh god, oh god,” 

Truthfully, Art didn't know which of you came first. 

The only thing he knew was your body. 

You shuffled down and kissed all over his face which was covered in your release. 

“You made mommy feel so good.”

He smiled up at you. He was so proud that he could do that for you. Like it was his purpose in life. And oh did he love that nickname. It made him feel all soft, like when you recall a fond memory. 

“Do you want Mommy to sit on your cock?” 

He whimpered and nodded. 

You lined yourself up with him and sank. It was so easy due to both of your juices, you had to concentrate on lowering slowly so he didn’t bottom out too fast. 

The two of you moaned in unison. It was almost tantric. Even though the focus here is on Art, it’s impossible not to feel the same pleasure. It wasn’t just your sexualities that were aligned but your souls. The love you felt for each other was palpable. 

It didn’t take long for him to bottom out. But it wasn’t enough. You ground your hips into him, causing his voice to raise an octave. 

“Oh fuck. Hnnn! Fuck, feels so good, please.”

He was babbling nonsense, unable to create cohesive thoughts or keep any sounds in. 

You remove his hands clutching the sheets and replace them with your own. To bring him back to earth. 

When he couldn’t get enough he bucked his hips up into yours. Moving aimlessly, mindlessly. You held his hips down to the mattress and bounced on his dick. The sounds of his cock hitting your weeping entrance were insanely beautiful and sinful to listen to. 

“Such a good boy.” 

His dick jumped inside of you at that. Seemingly of its own volition. 

You shifted to pepper kisses on his jawline. The new position forced his cock to rub all kinds of new places. You nearly collapsed onto him from the shock. Heavy exhales leave your mouth. Your pussy suffocates his cock. 

“My good boy. Just a dumb little thing for me to use isn't that right.”

Art came on the spot. No warning. His skin flushed and curls were damp on his forehead. Words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more. 

You rode him until it was clear he'd finished. 

“Did you cum for me, baby?”

“Yes. I'm sorry I should’ve said something I couldn't help it. Felt too good, I didn’t -“

“Shh sweetheart, you did nothing wrong. You can cum in me as many times as you like. That's what I’m here for. That’s what this,” you clenched around him, “is for.” 

“Fuck.” his breath quivering. He arched his back, sensitive little thing. 

“I love it when you spill yourself into me. it’s so warm in here now.” 

You placed his hand on your lower stomach, your womb. 

“Can we go again please?”

“Are you sure? I don't want to push you.”

He shuffled so you were both sitting up. causing you to gasp. His erection never left, and it’s ever so prevalent right now. 

“Please! Wanna keep myself buried here forever.” 

It was hard to remain the level-headed one after hearing that. 

“You make me so wet when you say that, Artie.” 

There's drool coming from his mouth as he watches you talk. Nothing behind those eyes.

“So wet and needy.” 

You soften your voice, and when you talk it’s into his mouth. 

“You gonna let me take you again?”

He groaned and nodded, then ferociously kissed you. He wrapped his strong arms around your torso and immediately disliked how much fabric was between the two of you. He ripped your t-shirt and sports bra off in nearly one motion. Sighing when he felt skin on skin.

“I’m going to play with you until there's nothing in that head except my name.”

And you did. You fucked him till his brain turned to mush. Till it felt so good he thought he was going crazy, till he couldn’t even hear how loud he was being. Just blissed out being pulled back into your cunt. 

What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like him. 

You let him stay like that, floaty and sweet until he fell asleep to whispered praises. 

“My good boy. You did such a good job for me.”

A kiss to his forehead. 

“You know I love you so much.”

Tucked under the covers.

“So good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and I'm all yours.”

You raked your nails along his back.

“Relax, It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.”

You moved off the bed which concerned Art. 

“Are you leaving?” 

He looked like he could cry. You cradled his face. 

“No baby boy, of course not. I’m only getting you some water. I’ll be right back” 

You spoke to him like a child bedridden with a cold. It was clear the comedown was something intense and never experienced before. He needed you next to him right now.

“Alright lovely, I know you’re tired but have a few drinks of this for me.”

You guided the water bottle into his mouth till you were satisfied with the amount he got in his system. 

“Rest now. I’ll cuddle you.” 

The blonde fell asleep immediately in your embrace and you hoped it wouldn't be the last time you took his thoughts away.

[eyra]

20 questions for Fic Writers

thank you to everyone who tagged me and I'm sorry it's taken me a month to do this.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25 plus a few that I've posted anonymously. bonus points if anyone ever finds them.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

348,031

3. What fandoms do you write for?

just HP/marauders these days

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Brief History of Dragons - people like this Remus I think.

Beneath a Big Blue Sky - my love letter to Yorkshire.

Statten Park - an old one but I do actually still like this, it's a lot of fun.

Sunshine on Leith - can we knock this out of the top five already please.

And a Hedgehog in a Pine Tree - I'm so surprised that this is here, it's such an inconsequential little thing. people like Christmas I suppose.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh god I try I really do, every email that comes through with a new comment makes my day but I'm terrible for leaving them all unanswered in my inbox. I'm sorry to everyone who has ever left a comment that I haven't responded to.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Proctor House for sure. A Winter, Forever Ago is pretty bleak too.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of them! probably the most joyous is something like Beneath a Big Blue Sky because you've been on a decent journey to get there. that goose threatening everyone's happiness and all.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really. one comment I do get sometimes is that the way I write Remus/Sirius is OOC and yes I agree, it absolutely is. Remus in Beneath a Big Blue Sky has nothing to do with e.g. Remus in Ullswater. those men have never even met in a bathroom. James in A Brief History of Dragons is an arsehole compared to living legend James in Beneath a Big Blue Sky. Sirius in Statten Park is a complete stranger to Sirius in Heartstones. none of them, really, have much to do with their canon counterparts. just bits here and there but I haven't read the HP books in well over a decade and I don't really remember what these characters are actually like beyond the surface-level stuff, so a lot of what I write is fairly OOC. it's all done knowingly and intentionally and I'm not going to change that.

9. Do you write smut. If so, what kind?

oh gosh a little bit a little bit. please understand that I'm a repressed Englishwoman and I'm trying my hardest. Seventeen Hours and Statten Park are both fairly smutty. I'd like to write more but I'm awkward af.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no not really my thing but I do like to take other stories and plonk marauders characters into similar worlds - Ullswater was very much inspired by If We Were Villains.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no but people keep nabbing them to get them printed and then apparently sell them? so actually maybe yes. grow up.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no because I'm a control freak and I don't allow my work to be replicated. sorry about it. I think people have done it for personal offline projects though and that's absolutely fine.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

back in the day I used to co-write with my then-partner but it was just bits and pieces, not full fics. again, I'm a control freak so I'd struggle with this. I need to get my own way always.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

right so I should say Remus/Sirius but honestly... Remus/James just reaches places other pairings simply cannot. so it's a toss up.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh god how long have you got. I think one of the reasons I dislike Sunshine on Leith so much is because I put that stupid note at the end promising a third part in a few weeks. that was in 2020 and I've still not done it. help.

16. What are your writing strengths?

description, particularly when it comes to: natural landscapes, buildings, food, weather. I think I'm alright at witty dialogue too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

actually writing anything down. also action, can't do action to save my life.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't think I've done it but I'd give it a go.

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

I think it was LOTR and yes it probably still exists somewhere on an old desktop computer at my dad's house and yes that thought keeps me up at night.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

The Proctor House and Beneath a Big Blue Sky

[pandor-pandorkful]

I feel like by the time I manage to convince myself to update my resume and apply for this library position it'll already be filled, but I guess I need to do the mental/emotional work on myself first because I'm still traumatized by my last job gosh darn it. =_=

Ways library job would not be like old job:

Not cooped up in a literal closet/fluctuating social contact/likelihood of seeing many friendly faces I haven't seen in years

Fewer opportunities for my dyscalculia to fuck with me/little to no math

More chances to move around physically

So many windows so much natural light

Good noise levels and socially inforced quietness/general pleasant library sounds/less strain on my audio processing issues

BOOKSMELL OuO

Stimulating environment in general, good for adhd entertainment seeking brain

$14 an hour is more than I ever made in payroll

Probably less weird dresscode/can be more visibly queer than old job

Statistically likely to be fewer people calling angry about numbers

Might not have to deal with phonecalls at all

No mom freaking out at me to look busy (the stacks can take care of any residual anxiety)

Did I mention less isolated, cuz that's a biggie

Organizational systems that make sense

Access to more fun creative stuff than a boring Payroll office could ever hope for

Probably less emotional exhaustion (aside from Iowa's new book banning laws =_=)

Retirement plan and paid time off (!!!!!!!!)

Downsides/fears:

The plague.

My adhd issue with volume control when someone talks to me and I get excited

My adhd in general fucking my focus up

How do I get up and out of the house before 8 am??? I can wake up at 6 easy sure BUT GETTING READY TO GO ANYWHERE IS DIFFICULT AND DIFFERENT

Dyslexia in the House of Reading could be an Issue

Transportation.

My tendency to Hate Myself after Every Social Interaction

Having to Do Things, both to apply and as job

How feed cats when gone all day????

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria

That thing where I inflate the importance of something and make a tiny issue into a big huge problem in my mind and don't know how to ask for help before it actually becomes a real big huge issue...

The people who will stare at my boobs/creeps in general

The way my boobs will make every physical task excruciatingly painful for my back

Being large in environments where largeness was never accounted for

...but in general, the positives outweigh the negatives....

I'm just... afraid. Of getting burnt out again/worse.

[montanababe7]

I’m never bored 😅 Prayerfully 🙏🏼🙌🏼 this memory brings laughter and joy to your heart & a smile throughput your day:). Love you guys💜☺️:

Wanna know how my mornings going?

I’ll tell the lot of ya! Ok, here goes:

First off, 2 out of the three cats hardly let Mike and I get any sleep. I, somehow remember that kittens hate loud noises. I picked up a baby wipes packet, put that packet in the middle of once again Mike and I’s bed.

A few hours later, more like an hour later; everyone in the house is awakened to Bella making Madison cry. Mike has to go to work already. And guess what time it is, hmmm? It’s only 6:30 that our darling ray of sunshine 🌞 decides to wake everyone up🙄, because she’s awake and according to her, everyone should be awake.

Not even a few minutes later, Mike’s already at work. I heard Bella going, “oh no! One of the cats pooped in Madison’s bed! I shouldn’t have freaked out Madison so bad and caused Madison to leave one of the cats in our room, by accident. Oops 😬. You mad, mom?”

I, of course might have had a tiny meltdown at the moment myself. Mike’s already left for work. Hannah got woken up by her older sister again. I have to put Hannah in her baby swing toy for babies.

I get the baby wipes, the cleaning spray, get a trash bag, and go to the girls room. I’m walking over to Madison’s bed to clean up the poop and pee mess on her bed left by the cats that I come to realize, that since we must just recently moved into our house, one of the windows doesn’t have a curtain up, yet. And, I had walked by a window in nothing more than in my nursing 🤱 b r a and under wear. For a brief second, see an older woman 👵🏼 glaring at me while she’s watering her grass and plants in her yard. Talk about a great way to leave a good first impression on one of your neighbors, geesh😬.

Anyway, I’m finishing up cleaning the mess as I hear Bella singing a makeup song with her melodic yodeling skills that only she can muster at the top of her lungs, “oh no! Do you know what time it is. Oh my gosh, sister, do you know what time it is?” And, she continues to sing this for the entire duration that I’m cleaning up the cat’s mess; while, I’m hearing Hannah crying from the other room in her baby swing.

So, by the time, I finally have time to clean up the mess, throw away the trash bag in an even trash bag, wash my hands, get Hannah ready for the day, take one ibuprofen, and finally get clothes for myself. Guys. The clock was just then turning 6:59 am. Arg.

So to all of you lovely people out there. Good morning!

As you can tell. I’m not a morning person. And since this night owl, now has children. I am what you call an exhausted pigeon.

Hope you’re all having a great Friday. TGIF right!

Anyhoo.

Good morning.

Signed,

Jessica Wolf

[jokenotfunny]

𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖛𝖎𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖓

“stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch!”

stranger things x jennifer’s body!au

part 1, part 2, part 3 - “stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch!”

future warnings: cursing, blood, mentions of murder, unnerving reader - future , manipulation - future , complete change in behavior for reader (not yet), nancy from the craft except here her name is cirice, reader wears glasses for the time being, the girls from the craft, let me know if i forgot any!

a/n: this chapter’s gonna be long, since it switches between the reactions of the rest of her friends seeing her on the news, her pov, and so forth.

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hawkins, indiana | 9:49 a.m | saturday, november 23, 1985

your pov:

you walked, and walked, and ran a little, then walked some more before you finally broke into tears. you were covered in blood from head to toe- (your hair especially ruined, which you were a little more peeved about than the blood if we’re being honest)-both over and under your clothes-there were a million rips and holes in your shirt from the fucking knife cirice used to-

“fuck! cirice! oh that goddamn cirice. stupid fucking hollywood satanist bitch! ooh i’m gonna kill her ass!” you seethed, suddenly angry, before going back to despair.

“where the hell am i even going anyways.” you sobbed, dropping yourself down in front of one of the tall trees in the forest. not even wanting to acknowledge the fact that it started pouring.

now see, you weren’t oblivious to what happened last night, in fact you even remembered a few things that you’re pretty sure you weren’t even alive for.

you had killed alice, scarlett, and cora, well eaten them really.

“oh. my. gosh. am i a cannibal!?” you cried even harder at the thought before abruptly stopping. “well is it technically cannibalism if i’m not human anymore? i mean there’s no way that i can be human…oh whatever, at least i’m still alive.” you sniffed.

“why is it, i can remember all the shit that happened, except for where the hell eddie’s jacket went! ‘m practically freezing my tits off out here.” you mumbled to yourself, before falling asleep.

hawkins, indiana | buckley household | 6:58 a.m

robin wasn’t a morning person by any means necessary, but for some reason, on the weekends, she found it much easier to be awake in the earlier hours than she did during the rest of the week. and her and steve didn’t even have to work this weekend! what luck!

so there she sat on her couch, getting ready to indulge herself in a marathon of pink panther before she’d head over to your house to hang out and hear about that scary band’s performance. halfway through her humming the theme song, the program was cut off by the news.

“ohh, come on! you ruined the flow news-man.” she grumbled trying to change it before realizing that every channel was the same thing. she got up to get some more cereal, not really paying it any mind - being that she thought the news was depressing of course - until she heard your name.

the scene in front of her left her jaw unhinged, she didn’t know what to say, at all. she had always seen documentaries of people saying “i had just seen her the day before and she was perfectly fine, everything was normal.” but she had never imagined that she’d even have to imagine herself in the same situation- and she dealt with russians for goodness sake!-

before she could run to her room to get dressed- because the news said that your were missing, and not that you were dead, so of course robin was going to look for you- her doorbell rang incessantly. she ran over to it hoping it was you but instead finding steve, still in his pajamas, with the most freaked out look on his face, she had ever seen.

“oh my god robin she’s missing! she’s missing and those girls are dead, and she was with them and she’s missing!”

“well then come on steve!” she stopped him, dragging her out of her house and to his car, pajamas be damned, they were going to find their best friend.

hawkins, indiana | wheeler household | 7:15 a.m.

mike was sleeping so well. one could even say amazingly. so to have that sleep ruined by a cacaphony of noises he couldn’t put together in his hazy state, pissed him off, a lot.

between hearing nancy sobbing in her room, and a clatter of things falling around, the phone ringing off the hook, his walkie having a bunch of voices yelling over each other, his mother speaking on the phone in a teary-eyed ramble, and his father running about looking for hunting gear, mike really did think he was still sleeping.

“okay, what the hell is going on?” he began, going into nancy’s room, he stopped short when he saw her checking one of her guns before bursting passed him, and running down the stairs, apparently not even seeing him.

“what?!” he hadn’t been this confused since, well he didn’t know when but he was extremely confused.

walking back into his room, he found his walkie still going back and forth between the voices of his friends going back and forth making him grumble and decided to pick it up.

“okay, what the hell is going on!? why is everyone acting so insane?!”

“y/n’s missing!” they all said simultaneously before it just went quiet. like literally everyone stopped talking.

“huh?!” before he could say anything else, the phone started ringing again, this time he picked it up.

“hello?” he sighed.

“mike! the news said y/n’s missing!” will’s voice said through the phone. “have you guys found her yet?!” el’s voice chimed in.

“guys, i just found out and- wait, how did you guys know?” he asked incredulously, truly believing that if he closed his eyes tight enough he would wake up.

“it’s on national news! three of the girls from that band that went to hawkins were murdered last night, and y/n was with them! only her and the lead singer were reported still alive, but missing!”

“oh, god. okay, we’re looking for her, we’ll call you when we find her!” he hung up, getting dressed, before running downstairs.

he was pedaling his bike out of his garage, before he was met with the faces of his friends waiting for him at the end of the driveway.

“do you think it’s another demogorgon?” lucas asked, as they all began to bike to where max saw on the news it had happened.

“judging by the way it looked, it must’ve been a real hungry demogorgon. there was barely anything left of them!!” erica exclaimed.

“wait, you guys saw it!?” mike asked.

“yeah, they showed their bodied on the news. it was so gross. my mom was still throwing up when i left.” max said.

by the time they finally got to the woods, it had started raining- pouring really.

“not to be a downer or anything but this doesn’t remind you of anything?” lucas said cautiously, as they had now been walking through the woods, calling your name, for the past almost- three hours.

“yeah, i thought it too, but i didn’t want to say anything.” mike sighed.

“what are you guys talking about?” max asked.

“when will went missing three years ago, we came out to these exact woods looking for him, except it was night time, and it was raining, but instead of finding will, we found el.” dustin explained.

“oh.” max and erica said simultaneously.

“do you guys think whatever did it is still in these woods?” lucas asked.

“for our sakes, let’s hope not!” erica sighed, before jumping when she stepped on something only to find that it was glass.

“wait…those are glasses?” dustin asked, picking them up.

“oh god, those are y/n’s glasses!” lucas said, beginning to pace.

“okay, that doesn’t exactly mean that.” mike started. “yeah, the adrenaline probably got to her and she’s just running around without them.” dustin added, hopefully.

the kids knew better than anyone that you were clumsy as can be, and your glasses falling off wasn’t new. but they also knew that you would never just leave them around, constantly reminding them how expensive they were when you were crawling around looking and sounding like velma when searching for them.

“uh, where did max go?” lucas cut off the silence, when he looked up seeing that she was no longer with them.

“..shit. max!” dustin yelled out, as they all began to walk around looking for her.

“guys, over here, i found her!“ she yelled back.

as they ran over, to where she was, which was much farther than they thought, they saw her kneeling in front of a tree, staring in horror at something.

“is she alive?” lucas asked, as they all stood in front of you staring at you. your eyes were closed, you were covered in blood and dirt, no jacket on, and your shirt had a million rips in them.

“y/n? y/nnnn.” mike asked poking you with some stick he found.

you awoke with a sudden start, looking around frantically before realizing who was in front of you. before you could say anything however you were trampled by a bunch of kids, in a group hug.

“jesus, we thought you were a goner!” mike sighed.

“speak for yourself. but seriously, what even happened?” erica, asked.

“was it a demogorgon?” lucas asked.

“or the mind flayer?” dustin added.

“are you okay?” max asked.

“no, uhh it’s a long story, no and no, and yes i’m fine.” you answered all of their questions.

“y/n? i swear i just heard her voice?!” you heard a voice in the distance scream.

“steve?” dustin exclaimed incredulously.

“dustin?” robin’s voice was now heard.

“robin?” erica exclaimed too.

“erica?” now nancy’s voice was heard, they finally found you guys.

“nancy?!” mike yelled out.

“what the hell are you guys doing here?!” steve exclaimed, the older kids not having yet seen you, being that the younger kids were still covering you.

“we were looking for y/n! i’m assuming you guys were doing the same?” max asked.

“yeah! what do you mean were?” robin asked.

“i’m right here.” you sighed, beginning to stand up as the kids got off of you, before being knocked back down by nancy, steve, and robin.

“well i guess i’m not getting up at this point.” you tried to joke but was cut off by nancy’s crying in your shoulder.

“i’m so sorry! i should’ve just went instead! first barb, then almost you!” nancy sobbed, nearly cutting off your airways with the way she was squeezing your neck. thankfully you didn’t need them at this point.

“nancy, stop. i’m okay, and it isn’t your fault.” you started sternly, making her look at you. “nobody knew this was going to happen, and even if they did, i would’ve stilled preferred it’d be me over you, over any of you in fact, so you can all stop with the self-blame game, alright?” you said, looking over all of them, spotting their guilty faces.

“holy shit! the whole town’s looking for you two right about now! we need to get you to the front of the woods.” dustin exclaimed.

“what?”

“shit, yeah. you were on national news y/n! will and el called asking if we had found you yet.” mike added.

“oh god, what about my parents!? has anyone heard from them? my mother’s probably having an aneurysm right about now!”

“uhh, i think my mom was talking to her when i left this morning, i heard her crying through the phone.” nancy added.

“wait a second, what about eddie?” lucas asked, gathering your attention.

“what about eddie? have you seen him, today?”

“no, i mean wasn’t he with you last night?” he corrected.

“no, uh not after the performance, i went with the girls and was supposed to call him.”

“so long story short, everyone thinks your dead right now, so can we get a move on, please?” erica chimed in.

as you all trekked towards where the news and police were, at the edge of the forest, you heard someone screaming your name.

“y/n! fuck, i knew you were still alive. what the fuck happened!? why did you disappear from my house this morning!” eddie asked, after he ran and practically tackled you to the ground, in the tightest hug he’d ever given you, and he hugged you pretty tight after he found out you were at starcourt when it burned down, getting there before your parents had when it happened.

from the second eddie had yelled your name, everyone, from wayne and your parents, to the police, to the news crew’s attention was on you. eddie just so happened to get to you first. but even now with the reporters, crowding the both of you, the police trying to stop them and your parents trying to get through both the police and the news teams, to get to you, you were only focused on eddie.

he continued to ramble on and on, about how your parents were freaking out, how he had been freaking out, and how he was 110% sure that he saw some dude walk into the woods with a harpoon gun. but you were still hung up on one of the first things he said.

“you saw me this morning?” you asked, incredulously.

“duh! you were in my room acting all ominous ‘n shit! gave me back my jacket, and then you left, saying that your mom was picking you up!” he exclaimed, confused as to why you were confused.

before either of you could dwell on it any longer, your mother pushed a reporter out of the way, and lunged at you actually tackling you to the ground into a hug, rambling incoherently into your neck as your father attempted to soothe her hugging you as well.

“oh my baby, when i saw your face on the news this morning i practically died!” she sobbed.

“see hon, i told you our little girl was strong.” he soothed, holding you both close to him.

you were overwhelmed with all the attention on you. between your friends hanging around, your parents- specifically your mother crying and rambling in your ear, wayne and eddie, all the reporters and cops trying to ask you questions at once, and at least 10 news cameras pointed at you, you didn’t really know what to do. thankfully you didn’t have to do anything. all the noise around you blurred out and you couldn’t decipher any of the words being thrown at you anymore, even if you tried to.

because through the crowd around you, you spotted an ambulance, sitting there waiting to take someone to the hospital. and sitting in the back of said ambulance, was the one and only cirice taylor, staring right back at you, eyes swollen and doubled in size as she attempted to take you in.

she was the last thing you saw, before everything went black and you promptly passed out.

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a/n: the story hasn’t even heated up yet 😭 i need her to start killing more people and acting weird already 🫤.

tag list : @harrys-tittie @snoopysavv @munsonlvrr @sarcasmismyonlydefense24 @monztrous @spidermxnkey @baconlillies @spicynoddels @tsumamibaddie @miiikkeey @nopetoohighforthat @dreamtogether2000 @maxisreal @bxrn-thxs-wxy-90five @charleetheefictionalfucker @missdforever

[tallsc]

Spoilers for AvA 6, cue me freaking out

Okay okay so I don't think I can even say anything thoughtful and coherent rn, I watched it two hours ago and I am still shaking, but DSBKJFAEIFEABIFEAFEJKSGFAEGBJKSBGJKRSGGEAGESTG okay i know i am going to be saying quite a bit about this later and doing so many Aftermath-related character sketches but for now,

1, Chosen's both so dramatic and so funny I love them and am going to try to develop their character in Aftermath AU more soon, they basically just terrified and kidnapped Orange cause they thought they could just use their powers at will despite the fact that last time they used their powers they had to almost die and have all their friends die, also Chosen took the time to save a random stick so they can't be going evil and violent again

2 I'm so glad Orange used the abilities that occur more naturally to them cause Orange is awesome and skilled without random magic too, also does Orange just really like sea creatures? Like the amount of eels and sharks there were noticable

3 striker can pause people striker can pause people oh no

4 I really really hope RGBY come in clutch cause there have been multiple times where Orange has saved those four so I hope they can do the same to Orange and Chosen

5 Victim???? Is???? Alive???? This is so crazy and oh my gosh, I've got a plan for Aftermath AU Vic to have this work with the canon Vic cause those two appear to be incredibly different people but I got a way for it to work, but for the canon I am incredibly interested to see how this goes cause remember guys the rocket logo was on the tv, Vic has been recording everyone, they know everything but what's their motive here?? Why Chosen?

6 Idk if Dark is dead cause hollowheads might just be immortal at this point but if Dark is alive they're prob not gonna be here for a while

There's absolutely more I could talk about but I'll be more coherent with art and writing later kay XD

[ivi-prism]

Ranking hermits on how fun it would be to teach them to dance

(Fun fact I’ve been an assistant dance instructor for a big part of my life :D, also I just randomly thought about this inspired by those ‘rating hermits lists’)

This is for their personas. Just their personas and not the CC themselves.

Mumbo. -100/10. I just see this tall lanky spoon and I know he is as rigid as freaking steel beam. I can teach him but I think the sound of metal bending will be audible when he tries to dance

Cubfan -50/10. He wants to learn, but he won’t . Ignoring the steps and then wondering why he is out of rhythm or stepping on someone else’s toe but still insisting on doing it on his own way.

Jevin -10/10. I think dance wouldn’t work the same for him since slime.... but it would be interesting to see what he comes up with

Cleo -5/10, Props to her since she is a zombie so I wouldn’t have to worry about sweaty hands, but if she didn’t did the appropiate grab for complicated spins I fear I could end up ripping one of her arms and I would faint right then and there and I don’t wanna risk it

Keralis 0/10. Will follow all the steps out of tempo and step in my toes

Doc 1/10. He is too tall! Doing spins is gonna be a nightmare for my short self >:[

Etho 2/10. Man will end up ignoring everything and probably flossing or doing another meme dance and inflict 200 points of psychic damage on me

Hypno 2/10. He would give it a go and then go “yeah this ain’t for me” and sit despite there being 40 minutes left in the lesson.

Bdubs 3/10. He is one of those nervous dancers just. Froze. Like a fluffed up cat. Very difficult to get him to chill but hey! After like 40 minutes of trying to get him to chill he actually does enjoy it so yaaaay…. Just wish it hadn’t take that long lol

Iskall 4/10. Would learns the steps fairly easy but would keep trolling and insisting he doesn’t know

Xisuma 4/10 would very politely sit down and not take the class. Maybe will vibe at the end with other Hermits

Joe 5/10. Would only do line dances… but hey those are fun!

Impulse 5/10. Insist he knows what he is doing, clearly he doesn’t but extra points for the positive attitude

False 5/10. False would also be too tall for my short self :’[ But she does significantly less short jokes than Doc so she gets more points

Gem 6/10. Probably would be a major disaster but a fun one, like just grooving because hey! Just vibing to music and sharing the good vibes is just as cool

TFC 6/10. Time for me to learn how to do the Twist! Heck yeah

xB 6/10. Just vibes in general!

Tango 7/10. Man insist on dancing Mambo, that is not a problem not at all!

Grian 7/10. Learns the steps relatively easy but he just throws that out of the window to do the chicken dance. And if you can’t beat them, join them

Wels 8/10. He knows how to waltz dance???? Welp I always wanted to learn

Scar 8/10 has two left feet but is all around very optimistic and fun to teach so no worries! Even him just doing a silly dance would have been worth like two hours of getting my toes crushed

Stress 9/10 silliest class I could ever give but gosh would it give me the fuzzy comfy happy feelios

Beef 9/10 he is very polite and he is a very good dancer finally someone that will do the spins without almost ripping my arms

Ren 10/10 Either the Ren diggity dog is as good a dancer as he is a smooth talker or he is a complete disaster but has a pretty sweet attitude about it. Either way super fun all around including dramatic dips

Pearl 10/10. Secret dance master

Zedaph 11/10 is he getting electrocuted by a redstone torch or is he dancing??? Anyways that looks fun!

[lex-n-weegie]

HEY YOU 4

YEAH, @nerdstreak, @candyheartedchy, @magicalselfshipping, and @queenieboo22

MERRY HECKING CHRISTMAS!!!!

Surprise!!! I thought I'd make a special little Christmas gift for you 4!! It took me about 6 hours total, I really hope you like it!!

And ofc, here's everyone separately!!

I would have drawn more people, but unfortunately I only got the idea to do this yesterday and this drawing alone took me so long 😭

I refuse to leave them unthanked however!! So, special thanks to @ava-ships, @spooky-toastsnew, @jelly-buttons, @widowsdarling, @sapient-nes, and of course all of my followers, just for being here and being inspiring to me.

I actually wanted to do little special messages for you guys, but I'ma do that under the cut because it's gonna get loooong haha

Nerdstreak

About the drawing: I decided to draw Hannah working on DEL!! Right now she's trying to make sure it looks all good before seeing how the face projection goes. And yes, the background is a moon with a light blue hue. Gotta include your husband in it somehow!! I do hope that the glasses don't look off, I've never drawn glasses like them before haha.

About you: Gosh, where do I even begin? You've been so so SO inspiring to me during the whole time I've known you!! You got me into selfshipping, you've recently(ish) helped me finish a while story, something I've NEVER done before, and you've helped me with countless drawings and even a few s/i designs! Not to mention that you've been a great friend, and helped me with a situation I was puzzled with. You truly are amazing and inspiring, don't forget that!! I'm really happy we're friends, it makes me feel better about myself. I was so shy talking to others, but now I'm friends with so many of the folks I look up to. Little me would be so happy :)

Candyheartedchy

About the drawing: I was thinking about doing your bug bunny s/i, or your Scratch s/i, hell I even considered your new Mario s/i (as I am hyperfixated on the franchise lol), but in the end I went with the one who you seemed to be thinking about a lot rn. And btw, I love her design so much!! It's so simple yet so eye catching. I decided to do a small little callback to a small story you wrote with her and Fethery(def spelled his name wrong), a story of how they first met. She's sitting on the beach with an easel, trying to think of what she wants to paint. I also specifically 1. Put 2 seagulls in the back to represent the couple :) and 2. Put the clouds around her head, as if she's got her head in the clouds. I also remembered that pink is your favorite color, soooo pink beach! Also I hope the eyes are okay, I somewhat struggled 😭

About you: Okay so. Hi. You barely know me haha, but I've been seeing your art for a long time thanks to people reblogging it. Took me a bit to follow, but man was it worth it. Your art is just...so, SO pretty and beautiful!! It makes me feel all soft and relaxed, not to mention me awwing or laughing when you draw your selfships!! (I mean laughing as in you doing something funny, not me like thinking your selfship is funny- you get what I mean right???) I aspire to be similar to you some day!! Especially in the drawing comics area, each time I try I can only get to page 2 😔

Magicalselfshipping

About the drawing: I soooorta tried to so a special spin with the hair, which I hope is okay!! I wanted it to be spikey but soft at the same time, representing that while she lives in a villain castle, she's actually pretty kind. Also I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT THE EYEBROWS BUT IT'S WAY TOO LATE FOR ME TO ADD THEM NOW AND LIKE AAAAAA. Also, I believe that once you said that Kamek taught you magic, so I figured that yours would end up looking similar to his!! I also designed the background with him in mind, doing his little magic pattern and coloring it blue and a (almost) white, but like his robes and hat!

About you: Okay so 1. Mario Selfshipper hell freaking yeah 2. I was actually a little...rude at first I guess. I saw what you identified as, and I was admittedly sceptical. But I put some thought into it, looked at that one ask you answered, and looked it up. You kinda helped me be even more open minded, and for that, I thank you. Also, I never even thought of someone selfshipping with a blue little wizard, but seeing yours with him is so cute!! Especially since you've loved him for a long, long time, like me and Weegee!! I also enjoy your art, it's unique and I enjoy seeing it!!

Queenieboo22

About the drawing: I def wanted the spooky Queen to have a spooky vibe, so I made her as spooky as I could without it being full out horror. The hair curls may look odd, and I'm sorry about that, but I was trying my best to make them look like the Dark Moon from Luigi's Mansion 2, just in hair form!! I also made the shadow part of the background a slight blue, for your king ofc. And you know I HAD to add some boos!! I did put a bit more white in the middle however, as I have the small hc that Boos softly glow when in the dark, like a night light!!

About you: Oh my GOD your art is so freaking good!!!! Like holy crap!!!! You can make such super complicated designs and just, draw them over and over, perfectly!!! It's so insane and awesome!!! I still treasure that b-day gift you made me it's so goooooood. Also, you're just so sweet!! Like, super duper sweet!! You're so kind and caring and welcoming, it's awesome!! Also, anyone who loves spooky/creepy things is automatically like 100% cooler. You also inspire me with my art and s/is, hell my newest FNAF SB s/i, Evelyn, was somewhat inspired by your FNAF s/i! Your s/is are so unique, yet they fit in perfectly in any universe you put them in. I wanna be more like that myself!! Also, I'm happy we're friends, I still look up to you a lot and it's still so cool to me that I'm friends with people I look up to.

[alecxaheart]

Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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THE ONE (Frankie Morales x Reader)

THE ONE

Frankie Morales x Reader  

Summary: Today’s your big day, your wedding day.

Warning: None

Words: 2746

Authors Note: Buckle up!!! This one… I cry. I hope you are all doing well! Please take care of yourself and stay hydrated. I’m finally on spring break thank god lol. If you are in school and have midterms I wish you luck! The school will be ending shortly, We’re almost there! Keep pushing! 

We have one more chapter left! :( Enjoy!

- K

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 5.5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 |

Chapter 9

Today was your wedding day. You had a sleepless night, tossing and turning. You were kept up thinking about what Santiago had said to you. You laid in your bed on your side. All your bridesmaids were up already, gathering everything they needed to start getting ready. You were getting married in a beautiful garden there was across the street.

“Let’s go! Today’s the big day!” One of them said happily as they pulled the covers off of you.

“Come on, I have to start doing your hair!” one of them shouted from the bathroom.

You groan, setting up in bed. You yawn, shaking and running your fingers through your hair.

“Gosh, you look tired! The bags under your eyes!”

“Don’t worry I’ll cover it up!” one shouted from the bathroom

“Gee thanks…” You rolled your eyes and rubbed your face. “I couldn’t sleep…” You say.

“It's probably just nerves, but it’s fine! Today is going to be one of the happiest days of your life! Now come on out of bed, we only have a few hours!”

“Can’t we eat first?” you groan.

Your maid of honor shoves a Donut in your face. You huff taking it from her, taking a bite. She drags you out of the bed, leading you to the bathroom, plopping you down in the chair in front of the vanity.

“Alright let's crackin '!”

All your bridesmaids were ready, their hair and makeup had been done. Yours was done as well. You were in the bathroom changing in your outfit.

As you slipped on your outfit. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You felt different compared to the first day you had but it was in the bridal shop. You were beaming, happy and so excited. You felt amazing. Looking at yourself now, you felt none of that. A scared and unhappy person stared back at you. That excited person was long gone.

You couldn’t call off the wedding now. You were getting married soon. You couldn’t do that to everyone, to Alex.

“You alright in there?” Your maid of honor asked through the door

“Yeah, I’m coming out.” You quickly pulled yourself together, putting on a fake smile. You walk out and all the bridesmaids gushed.

“Oh my god, you look amazing!” They helped you fit your outfit and zip up the back.

You walked over to the full body mirror continuing to stare at yourself.

There was a knock on the door, the bridesmaid opened the door. “People are arriving! It’s almost time! We’re heading down to the lobby” One of the groomsmen said peaking in the room.

“You guys go, I’ll meet you down in the lobby.”

“What? No! We have to-”

“Just go! I’ll meet you down there! I just need to do something real quick.”

“O-okay” The girls were confused but listened to you. They left the door open for you as you left.

You stared at yourself in the mirror trying to pull yourself together. You were freaking out, hyperventilating. You walk over to the window, pulling back the sheer curtain. Across the street, you could see the garden, the white tents set up for the wedding. You could see your and Alex’s friends and family walking and wait around.

“Oh god,” you signed. You shake your hands trying to get the nerves out, you walk back over to the mirror, staring at yourself.

You heard a knock on the door. You groaned, “Seriously, I want a few minutes alone is that too much to-”

“Wow” you hear a stunning voice call out behind you, you look in the mirror you were standing in front of noticing Frankie standing in the doorway. “You look beautiful Smiles…”

“Frankie” you breathed, quickly turning around to face him. “What are you doing here?”Although you invited him to a wedding a while ago, and after everything you two had been through, you thought he wasn’t going to show.

“I told you I wouldn’t this day for the world.”

Your heart began to race, your chest began to heave. “Y- you're not supposed to be in here, you're not supposed to see me, you do not suppose to be up here-”

“Pff that’s the groom.” He chuckled. You weren’t laughing. You just stared at him with wide eyes.

“Look I know I shouldn’t be in here, but I needed to see you.” He walks up to you, grabbing ahold of your hands.

“I just wanted to tell you, I’m happy for you. You deserve to be happy, and I know Alex will give you that, give you all the things you ever wanted in life. Alex is so incredibly lucky to have you.”

You continued to breathe heavily as I stared deeply into his eyes. You didn’t want to cry, but you were on the verge of tears. Your lip begins to quiver. “Frankie-” you croaked.

“Woah, hey it's okay.”

You began to sob. He places his hands against your cheek, his thumb rubbing just below your eyes, wiping the tear that fell.

“I-I can’t do this- I gotta leave-I can’t go out there-” you said quickly between sobs. He spins you around, walking you back to the bed so you can sit down.

He crouches down in front of you, still holding your hands, his thumps running on the top of them trying to help soothe you.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Smiles. You’re gonna walk out there a-and you’re gonna marry Alex. Everythings gonna be great, you’re gonna be fine-”

“Things aren’t fine Frankie…” you wailed.

“Please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry…What’s wrong? Talk to me…”

You stared down at him. He looked up at you with worried eyes.

Listen to your heart. “...Frankie, I-”

“Come on we gotta-” Your maid of honor walked in catching you and Frankie.

Frankie drops your hands from his and quickly stands up. You stand up too, quickly whipping your eyes to cover that you’d been crying but your eyes were puffy.

Your maid of honor stands there awkwardly, not knowing what you say.

Frankie turns to you. “It’s gonna be okay. I wish you the best. I love you, Smiles.” he whispers, leaning in planting a kiss on your cheek. He quickly walks out of the room.

“Frankie!” You called after him. Your hand touches the spot on your cheek where he had kissed you.

“What was that all about? Was that him? Was that guy your ex-” She gives you a look.

“Can we not talk about it please…” You say walking to the bathroom quickly fixing your makeup.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! Nothing happened” you walked out of the bathroom. “Come on let’s just go.”

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You made it down to the lobby, the rest of the bridesmaids and Santiago stood waiting around.

Santiago could tell that something was wrong with you.

“Alright ladies, just start walking over I got, Smiles” Santiago announces. All the girls headed out the sliding glass doors of the hotel.

Once they are all gone, he turns to you.

“I saw Frankie come down. Was he up there with you? He just ran out of here so fast, he didn’t even stop to talk to me.”

“Let’s go.”

“But-”

“Santiago, please just drop it.”

“Okay,” he says, putting his hands up in defense. He bends his arm, signaling for you to take it. You look your arm around him walking out of the hotel and across the street to the garden.

“Alright Smiles is here, lets go!” One by one your bridesmaids walked down the aisle.

You felt numb as you and Santiago walked down the aisle. You spotted Frankie august the crow of family and friends. All eyes were on you, but you only seemed to notice those brown eyes you adored. You both couldn't take your eyes off each other. Your gaze was supposed to be in front of you at Alex, but Frankie was your main focus.

Alex stared at you, wondering why you weren’t looking forward to him. He looks in the direction you were looking in, noticing Frankie in the crowd of family and friends. He noticed Frankie was looking at you as well.

Frankie was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, his mouth gaped open. Frankie quickly closed his mouth, swallowing hard. He needed to leave. He thought he could sit through the ceremony and watch you get married, but he couldn’t.

As you make it to the front, you take Alex’s hand, smiling up at him, but he gives you a frown, his eyes sad.

Frankie moved through the row, excusing himself as he walked by people. When he got to the end, he started to stealthily make his way to leave.

As you stood in front of everyone, noticing Frankie leaving the garden. Watching him walk away, you knew you needed to go after him. You loved him. You loved Frankie. You could deny your feelings any longer. Frankie was the one you wanted to be with. You didn’t care about anything else. All you knew is that you loved him and you desperately need to run after and tell him before it's too late.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-”

“Stop” you announce to the officiant of the wedding as they stare deeply at you. Everyone in the crowd gasped and whispered, confused as to what was going on.

“Go,” they say.

“W-what?”

“Go after him” he motions down the aisle. “I know your heart isn’t in this. It’s not with us.”

“Alex, I’m so sorry, but I can’t marry you...”

“I know...I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you were walking down the aisle. You love him and he loves you. Yeah, not gonna lie, this hurts, but I’m letting you go. Your heart was never mine, to begin with, because it’s his. It’s always been him.”

“Alex I’m so sorry for everything, I truly am...I’m sorry for stringing you along like this, I’m sorry I couldn’t amid what I truly felt earlier...Deep down I’ve always known that I was still in love with him, but I tried to deny it because of us. Part of me wanted to be with him, but I was scared of getting hurt again, but you... You’re such a great person and are so kind. I- thought I could make it work, but this isn't what I want. I’m so sorry for everything Alex and know that I do love you and you’re going to find someone who loves you so much more than I ever could.”

Alex smiles sadly.

“I just want you to be happy. I hope things work out for you and Frankie.” He kisses your forehead.

“Now go get him!”

“Thank you, Alex” You smile. A commotion started in the crowd as they watched you run down the rain down the aisle. You heard some people yelling angrily, cheering you on, or confused.

You ran out to the garden, stopping as you made it to the sidewalk right outside the entrance. You look around to see if you find Frankie around. He shouldn’t have gone far.

“Frankie!” You shouted as you turned, desperate trying to figure out what direction he had gone in.

“Smiles!’ Santiago says quickly running up behind you.

“Santi!” You grab his arms.

“I gotta find him! I gotta find Frankie! I gotta tell him I love him!” You say quickly.

“Come on, I park my car in the parking structure at the hotel!”

You quickly slip off your shoes, the two of you dash to the hotel parking structure across the street. You both hopped in the car, Santiago, swerved on out of there. “Here take my phone, try to get in touch with Frankie!” He placed his phone in your lap and she drove like a maniac.

You quickly pick up his phone dialing Frankies number.

It rang and rang, and rang. No answer.

“Ugh, come on Frankie!” You groan in frustration.

You tried calling several more times, but they all went to voicemail.

“Voicemail again”

“Try calling Lilah!”

You look for the Lilah number under contacts and dial her number.

“Hello?”

“Lilah!” thank god she answered.

“Smiles?”

“Do you know where your dad is? Is the home? I’m trying to get a hold of him!”

“No...I’m over at my friend Rehma’s- oh my god, are you going after him?” Lilah gasped. You hear her friend gasp as well.

“Yeah, I am.” You could help but smile.

Shrieking and hollering of the girls came from the other end of your phone, you pulled the phone away from your ear, you and Santiago laughed listening to them scream.

“Oh my god, I’m so happy right now-Um I'm gonna go home and see, if he does come home I’ll let you know

“Thank you!”

“Yes, of course, good luck!” The girls shout happily.

You hang up the phone.

“He’s not home, but she’ll call back if he comes back,” you tell Santiago.

You sat there thinking. Where would he have gone?

Then you remember. The lake.

“Santi, the lake. He might be there. I remember when he took me, told me he likes to go there to think.”

“We’re driving in the wrong direction then,” he quickly turns the car, making an illegal U-turn.

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By the time you got to the lake, the sun was setting. Slight orange remained in the sky. Santiago parked right next to Frankie’s pickup truck. He was here but you didn’t know where. You get out of the car, Santiago comes to your side, learning again his car.

“I’m gonna stay here...Go get him.” He smiled.

You smiled at him and walked a few yards towards the dock on the lake. You look trying to see if Frankie was somewhere out on the lake.

Off in the distance, you notice a fire near the campsite area. You quickly walk towards the light source. As you make it closer, You see Frankie sitting on a log, in his tuxedo, roasting a marshmallow.

Frankie saw someone walking towards him. He looks up, seeing you making your way towards him.

He stood up from the log, staring at you. His face was in shock. You were supposed to be getting married. He had to be dreaming. You were quickly walking towards him.

“Smiles? What are you-”

Before he could finish the sentence, you rushed up to him, tightly gripping his loose tie, yanking him in for a kiss. He was taken by surprise, dropping the marshmallow he was roasting onto the ground, his hands grabbing your hips, pushing you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pushing your body closer to him as well.

You pull away. “Francisco Morales, I love you.” you begin to cry.

He’s waited years to hear you say those words again. This time he pulls you into a kiss.

“Please tell me this is real..please tell me I’m not dreaming” He rests his head against yours

“It’s real…this is real.” you sobbed. He pulled you tightly into a hug.

“Say it again..”

“This is re-”

“No, that you love me...I need to hear you say it again…please say it again” he desperately moans.

You giggle through your sobs “I love you, Frankie. You and only you. It’s always been you. I’ve tried so hard to deny and ignore my feelings for you since you came back into my life, but I can't keep pushing it away. I’m crazy about you. I want to be with you, spend the rest of my life with you... I’m yours, I’ve always and forever been yours, you have my heart.”

He sighed in relief, laughing. You giggled as well, as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.  

“I’m sorry for everything, smiles. I really screwed us over all those years ago..”

“I know you are,” You say running your hands through the back of his hair.

“ and I forgive you, Frankie. The past is the past. We’re focusing on the present, right now, this very moment, we love each other, that's all that matters.”

“I love you so much, Smiles”

“And I love you”

“...So...You want a s'more?” He says as he continues to hold you in his arms.

You laugh looking up at him.

“Yes, I would love one.” You say planting a kiss him.

tags // @icanbeyourjedi @im-an-adult-ish​ @sara-alonso​ @lydiascottage​ @eternalkara​ @back0nmybullshit​ @wifeofdindjarin 

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Unplanned Sleepover | drabble

Based on this request: can you write a fluff scenario for park jimin of him and his s/o being giggly and soft together in the early morning as they cuddle but also failing to not wake up one of the other boys who’s in the bed next to them?

Pairing: Jimin x reader: OT7 x reader (platonical)

Genre: fluff

Note: Hey! Thank you so much for being patient and for reading and supporting my previous works. I’m kind of afraid that this might turn out similar to “Mornings w/ Jk”, I’ll try my best. I’m sorry but, I feel like I got the request wrong. Anyway, I hope you like it sjsjdskj. Thank you for understanding! I adore y’all!! Also, requests are close for now. I'm just finishing some that were sent before I announced. 

Ps. now that i finished this, i genuinely think that it is similar to “Mornings w/ Jk”

“You two are disgusting, get a room,” Jungkook huffed your hair off his face as soon as he muttered those words as he wiggled to keep your shoulder from pressing painfully on his chest.

After a whole year of tour, BTS finally got their break and coincidentally, your birthday was only a few days away so you invited your long-time boyfriend,  Jimin, to spend a few days at your place so you could celebrate your birthday together. Unbeknownst to you, the rest of them tagged along because they wanted to send their regards in person. They also bought gifts which you are grateful for. 

Unfortunately though, they have to stay the night because a huge accident occurred at the national road near your neighborhood. For sure, the road will be crowded and the boys decided that they didn’t want to get stuck in a traffic jam; and now, here you are, cramped next to each other in your living room. 

“Are you okay, baby?” Jimin whispered as he shifted carefully not to wake Namjoon up who was beside him, or at least he tried to, to face you. When he succeeded (barely), he brushed your hair out of your face and leaned it to give you a kiss on your forehead. “You know, if you’re uncomfortable, we could always sleep in your room. We’ll just leave them here,” Jimin suggested as he strokes your back. 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you shook your head no. “It’d be unfair for the boys if we’d stay in my roo--” you were cut off when Yoongi’s voice overpowered yours.

“Eh you don’t have to do that, it’s 6 in the morning,” he said from behind Jungkook who seemed to be still sleeping in a very stiff position. The only ones awake were Taehyung who was playing with Pompii; your dog, Yoongi who was scrolling through Weverse, you and Jimin who have been flirting for about an hour now.

“Soooo, you’re awake?” Jimin winced at his question when his hyung looked at him with an emotionless expression. 

“No shit, Sherlock. Of course I’m awake,” the older deadpanned as he went back to scrolling through his phone. "Don’t even ask me what I’ve heard; gosh, since when are you so soft?” Yoongi then proceeded to sit up as he imitated Jimin’s tooth-aching sweetness towards you. “You were all like, ‘y/n, my precious baby, don’t hide your face from me or I'll freaking cry rainbows and unicorns’” Yoongi laughed slightly when he saw you two leaned towards each other.

“Don’t be shy, Y/n. You should’ve seen Yoongi when Noona visited him on his birthday last year. He was weeping happy tears,” the three of you looked at Taehyung’s direction as soon as he spoke up. It was now Yoongi’s turn to blush and hide his face. “Whatever,” he whispered underneath his breath. 

Jimin planted a kiss on the crown of your head as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Don’t mind them,” he whispered into your ear as he playfully glared at the lovestruck Yoongi behind Jungkook’s broad back.

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Midnight Roses 6 (repost)

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Pairing: DarkAngel!BTS/ Female!Reader

Warnings: A curse word (is that a warning lol)

A/N: Yes this story is mine I am just reposting because my links weren’t working! Here is chapter 6 guys I hope you enjoy also don’t forget this has a taglist let me know if you want to be on it!

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You didn’t know whether to shut the door in their face or let them in and beg for their forgiveness, you looked at their faces their vulnerability was obvious they looked torn and confused which surprised you, you were used to the strong BTS that all of the ARMYS love so to see them so broken honestly broke you too how could you tell them no.

“C-come in” you said as you opened the door wider for them to walk in, after you closed the door you went and sat on the couch them following behind you “We were supposed to leave today but we couldn’t bring ourselves to do it this might sound cheesy and all but we all already have feelings for you and we really want you to come back with us”

You didn’t think they knew what they were asking of you they expected you to leave your whole life here behind, you had friends and family here…your grandma was here. “Don’t take this the wrong way but you guys are selfish how could I leave my whole life behind just to follow you” Yoongi scuffled “What life are you talking about” at this point the anger was coursing through your veins “What the hell are you talking about, you don’t even know me” you said as you stood up Yoongi doing the same “We might not know you but you don’t know us either we were kicked out of our fucking kingdom for loving each other our own parents spit in our faces and told their own children to never come back and all were asking for you is to come to Korea with us to at least try and have a relationship with us but your so scared that you can’t even do that” he said as he walked out of the living room and the next you all heard was the door slamming.

You looked at the remaining guys who were still looking at the door you could tell that they want to go and comfort their soulmate “You can go” you said quietly as you stood up to go to your room “It’s okay we would like to stay” that made you stop in your tracks and turn around “But what about Yoongi” you asked actually concerned about him “He will be fine can you please sit so we can talk” Namjoon asked sweetly you nodded your head as you slowly made you way back over to them.

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The tears slowly rolled down your face as the boys finished telling you about what happened to them back at their kingdom how could parents be so cruel to do that to their own flesh and blood “I’m sorry I didn’t know” they all shook their heads “It’s not your fault” Jimin said as he made his way over to you and grabbed you hand “Do you see why we all mean so much to each other and why we want you to come back with us we only have each other and you” Jimin said as he looked in your tired eyes hope gleaming in his “Yes I do, I will comeback with you” Jimin immediately pulled you into a hug and you could hear him repeatedly saying thank you

“I’m sorry” you jumped at the sudden apology and let go of Jimin, Yoongi was standing at the entrance of the living room “I blew up at you and you didn’t even know what I was talking about I just- I saw how hurt the boys were after you left and I was mad at you for hurting them all of those emotions from that day just came back so I am sorry” he said quietly

You got up and went over to him and gave him a hug you felt him stiffen before he wrapped his arms around your body “It’s not your fault Yoongi” you whispered to him before you pulled away

“Well I guess I need to go pack my bags” you said as you walked to your bedroom.

An hour later you heard a knock at your door “Can we come in” you turned around and saw Namjoon and Jin standing there “Of course” you said as you went back to what you were doing not paying them any attention “ Do you need help” Namjoon asked as he rocked on the heels of his feet, you could tell that he was nervous “Yes could you please give me the rest of the shirts out of my closet” he quickly started to do what he was told “Y/N can I ask you something”  Jin asked carefully you let out a hum “When are you going to tell your best friend that your moving and also about us” you dropped the pants that were in your hand

How the hell am I going to tell her?

“What time is the flight again”

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You sat in the café nervously waiting for your best friend, you didn’t know how she was going to take the news or the fact that you were not only fated to people but you also had a tattoo that suddenly appeared you were planning on keeping it a secret forever, the light jingle of the bells on the door were heard as she walked in this will go well right?

“Y/N!” she screamed as she ran up to and pulled you into a tight hug “I thought you had died I haven’t heard from you since BTS- oh my gosh BTS took you to their hotel how was it” you didn’t even understand half of that “Umm I-i can’t breathe” she immediately let you go and said a quick sorry as she sat down “I already ordered our drinks” she nodded her head as she smiled “So why did you want to meet not that I don’t want to see you I guess I have gotten so use to quiet introverted Y/N” before you could opened you mouth the waiter came over with your drinks you both said thank you before you went back to your conversation.

“I have something that I need to tell you but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone and you won’t freak out” you said as you looked at her with pleading eyes “Okay what is it” she asked but you just looked at her how could you tell your best friend since diapers that you were leaving her and moving across the country to a place you have never been to and on top of that you have soulmates oh and their BTS also you have a magical tattoo that binds you guys together “Y/N your starting to freak me out” you let out a breathe you didn’t even know you were holding here goes nothing…

“I’m moving to Korea with BTS”

[readingismyoxygen]

A liar, bug and bird ch2

ch1 / ch2 / ch3 / ch4 / ch5 / ch6 

The next day was meant for touring Wayne Enterprises. The Wayne boys, at least Dick and Jason, decided to hijack the tour and stand in as the guides to see for themselves how the class acted, and Mari decided to tag along to see any potential drama unfold. She did decide to use Trixx's powers to make sure her class didn't recognize her. The Batfamily knew about the kwamis and had told her about their nightly activities, so the two boys and now ginger haired girl with freckles all over the bridge of her nose just smirked at each other as they exited the car and entered the building. Even from a distance, they could already hear their arguing.

"-and I am very sorry Miss, but you need to wait until the guides are here! Visitors are not allowed to roam the building on their own!" a poor, tired looking receptionist said to Mme. Bustier. 

"Excuse me, but do you know who you're dealing with? My bestie here is the boyfriend of-"

"Jason, Dick, there you are! You are leading this class around today right?" The young woman sounded relieved to see them.

"Hey Jasmine! Yeah we're taking over for Eugene and Tiana. Everything alright?" Dick answered in a slightly worried tone.

"Yeah I'm fine! Good luck with those morons, though." That last part she said quiet enough to not be overheard by the class, but it made the three smirk conspirationally.

"Oh we're gonna have so much fun today, I  can assure you that!" Jason said while having a peculiar expression on his face that made Louise glad she could stay out of whatever they were planning.

"Okay! So, you are the class from Paris, correct?" Dick asked while turning to the group.

"Yes, we are, though we are here for other reasons than educational ones," Mme. Bustier replied a little snobbily.

"Oh, and what might those be?"

"Coming here gives one of our classmates the chance to reconnect with someone dear from their past, that's all people like you need to know," Alya answered instead of the teacher. Honestly, she had no idea who they were. Might be fun to burst that bubble though.

"What exactly do you mean with 'people like us'?" Jason asked her, his voice gaining a dangerous edge and his eyes flashing a bit more green. Alya suddenly became slightly nervous and decided to backtrack.

"N-nothing, let's just start the tour, we've wasted enough time already."

 ~~

 The tour was pretty normal. Jason and Dick explained different departments as if they did it everyday, so Mari decided to hang back a bit, ending up walking next to Chloé.

"So, what are you doing walking all alone in the back?"

"Me and the class aren't on very good terms right now, so I try to stay out of their way as much as possible."

"Really? Everyone in your class dislikes you? That seems strange to me, from what I've seen this past hour you don't really look like a troublemaker."

"I'm not entirely alone, I have my best friend, but she didn't come with on the trip. She is in Gotham as well though, we saw her at the airport, so maybe I'll bump into her while we're in the city. As far as the class goes, it's really complicated, but you are pretty intuitive if you can deduce all that from such a short time with us."

Marinette smirked. "Either that, or I already knew what was going on, Queenie."

"What the hell? Maribug? That's you? B-but you look so different? Oooh Trixx helped, didn't he?" She freaked out a bit, but managed to keep her voice down to prevent their class from overhearing.

"Yeah he did, I wanted to see how they acted without being recognized."

"They are ridiculous Maribug, utterly ridiculous! I mean, you come in with two of the Wayne boys and they don't even recognize them!"

"Yeah, that was...interesting to see, but honestly not very surprising. How's your trip been so far?"

As they were talking, they reached the R&D department.Jason and Dick turned to look at the group, waiting for everyone to calm down a bit.

"So! We are now at the research and development department! No pictures, reecordings or anything else to procure information are allowed, you all signed an NDA which I need to remind you of as a standard procedure." They entered through the doors and saw different chemical substances, lab stations and a lot of very cool tech all around the room.

"Here we develop our new products, from an antidote for Scarecrows toxins to a remedy for poor Jagged Stone who would love to get a cat but is allergic to them. We at WE try to make everyone's lives better, so that's why there is always a huge variety in our projects. Now on your left you see the prototype for a robot capable of everything a doctor is. Basically, this particular project was started because a lot of our scientists had seen Big Hero 6  one too many times. This  proves that inspiration can come from anywhere, and that's also why our scientists don't really have a very strict schedule, as we understand that they often need a change of space to order their thoughts. Does anyone have any questions? No? Okay then, moving on!"

Marinette was impressed. Dick really sounded like he knew what he was talking about, and considering he thought cereals were an entirely separate food group, this was really fascinating. The class looked a bit stunned, but that only lasted a moment. The tour concluded quickly after, and Mari said goodbye to Chloé before heading home with her pseudo-brothers. This had been really entertaining, but right now she just wanted to cuddle a bit with Damian and work some more on her commissions. She sighed just thinking about the work that still needed to be done. The car ride was relatively silent, except for when they laughed a bit at her class, and soon she practically flew out of the car to her boyfriends room, demanding cuddles and happily leaning back onto his chest as she told him about her day. Gosh, it felt nice to be home.

[i-need-entertainment]

Just Right

Character: Chronostasis x short reader

*In this story the reader is about 5′0, Chrono is in the 5′9-6′0 range*

*DISCLAIMER, I will do my absolute best to portray a short reader but I can only be so accurate...since I myself am 5′9..BUT I love the idea and will do my best! Thank you to @goblinchild99​ for requesting! I hope you enjoy it!!<3

TW- Mean words from dad, reader self doubts, mentions of insecurities

“Wait…what..?” Your heart shattered as you sat in front of your stone-faced parents. Your family was head of one of the many Yakuza of Japan, and your father was a cold and ruthless man not like your mother was much better. “You will be given to the Shie Hassaikai. What they do with you is none of my concern, but for our sake and for your own, behave. I know you are not wanted because of your…stature…but do not be a bother. I don’t want you being sent back h ere, I cannot imagine the shame you would bring to our name if you upset the new young leader.” 

You held back tears at your father’s decree. ‘Given…? Is that all I’m good for… To be given as a peace treaty when one of my brothers makes a mistake… Why do I have to pay the price for their actions…why am I just being used as compensation?’ Quickly wiping the tear that fell you stood up and left the room, going to your room to pack since you’d be leaving that evening. You sat down on your bed, sobs racking your body as you clutched your small frame. Your whole life you had been treated as an outcast, as the disappointment of the family. All because…because what? Because you were shorter than most? Because you were more ‘petite’? Just because you were small it didn’t make you any less important…any less deserving of love and affection. Instead you were being bargained off for ‘peace’. The sadness you felt was replaced by frustration. You angrily took out a suitcase and filled it with clothes, precious items, and whatever toiletries you knew you’d need. Without saying a word you rolled your suitcase out of your room, where an underling of some sort took it from your, and made your way to your parents. “Goodbye mom…dad…I wish you both the best.” You hugged your mom while your dad gave you a nod. “Make us proud, Y/n.” You held back your tears at your dad’s heartless reply and instead chose to nod, walking out the door and never looking back. After a good 2 ½ hour drive you made it to your new home, the Shie Hassaikai Headquarters. Where you would spend the rest of your life…Now anyone in your position would probably assume the worst..especially being a small female. But you were more afraid of being killed than…that. I mean, Overhaul was a major germaphobe so that stilled some worries you supposed…The car stopped and you shook yourself from your daydreams. Unbuckling your seat belt you exited the car, thanked the driver and made your way to the front gate. There to greet you was a man, who was much taller than you, wearing a white raincoat that reached just below his knees with black shiny boots. But the things that stood out to you the most was the hood he had covering his head, and the mask that covered his face. “Y/n L/n?” You looked up to the man, meekly nodding. He waved over one of the other masked associates, this time a man with a black mask, coat and hat to get your bag. The man in the white coat turned towards you. You couldn’t see his eyes but you could feel them burning holes through you. “Follow me, Overhaul would like to meet you.” You nodded, “But, put this on first…and don’t touch him, I imagine you wouldn’t like to die on your first day here.” You stilled as you shakily took the white medical mask and put it on, clasping your shaking hands together as you followed behind the strangely dressed man. “You don’t talk much…do you?” You looked up as you walked through the dim hallways of the Shie Hassaikai basement. “No…not to strangers, anyway…” You tried your best to sound normal, but you couldn’t deny you were scared. And rightfully so! “Yeah, well that might actually do you well here, you’re less likely to tick him off then.” You made a sound to let him know you understood, still not feeling well enough to answer him with a real response just yet. The two of you stopped at a door. Being raised in a Yakuza family you were no stranger to scary encounters, but this would be the scariest you’ve ever faced by far. Let alone faced by yourself. The man, who you had to have learned his name knocked on the door, answering that ‘L/n was there’ before the boss man told him (and you) to enter. Entering the office you were ushered over to the couch to sit down. So now here you were sitting directly across from a man that could kill you with a single touch. “L/n, I’m sure you know who I am, yes?” You nodded your head, looking down with your hands crossed in your lap. Overhaul may not have been the biggest guy, but he was still easily almost a foot taller than you…not to mention he had a fairly big build. “I won’t lie to you, I wasn’t fond of your fathers implications of why he was sending you here, but I assure you I have no intentions of following through with his original plans.” Your head shot up at this. “You may be small in stature, and it’s true that could be a weakness, but you also have a strong quirk. I’m offering you a place here, amongst me and the precepts…not everyone gets that opportunity. Should you choose to take it you will be taken care of, and your abilities will be praised.” You felt like you could cry, not from fear, but from being…wanted. “So? Will you join the Hassaikai, not as whatever it was your father wanted, but as apart of it?” Your face took on a determined look, “…I’ll do it. I know I’m not the strongest, and I’m not very strong, but I promise to do my best. Thank you..” Overhaul’s expression changed to a happy one. “Wonderful, I am aware of your inability to fight or defend yourself, so I’m putting you directly under Chronostasis,” He motioned for the said man to step forward. “Chrono, become acquainted with her, show her the ropes, teach her to fight, and utilize her natural abilities. Consider her your…assistant for now. Understood?” Chronostasis as you had learned his name was nodded, “Yes sir, come on L/n, I’ll show you around the base.” You nodded, standing up you bowed, “Thank you for this opportunity, I’ll do my best.” Overhaul nodded, walking passed you to his desk. “The pleasure is mine. You both are dismissed.” With that the two of you left the room and started navigating the hallways. “I’ll show you around first before getting started on what you’ll be doing here if that’s okay with you.” You nodded, “That’s fine.” You started walking, while you were talking he showed you the different rooms, which ones to avoid and which ones you’d be spending a lot of time in. “This is my office, which will be yours now too I guess.” He opened the door and stepped in. You didn’t follow. “…I’m sorry…” He turned around, “For what?” You nervously looked down, hands wringing together. “For being a burden…” He sighed, lightly guiding you into the room. “Listen, you’re not a burden, in all seriousness I could use the help, Overhaul gives me too much as it is anyways. And…I have a pretty good idea of how you were treated at your family’s Yakuza, and it kinda ticks me off. So I assure you, you’re not a bother.” You smiled at him, “Thank you…” “Yup.” He shut the door and sat down at his desk, motioning for you to do the same at the couch in the room. Without warning, he removed the mask he had on, the hood falling to his shoulders as he did so. “You can go ahead and take the mask off, I don’t wear mine when I’m not around Overhaul and he doesn’t care as long as you’re not interacting with him.” You sheepishly nodded, desperately trying to hide how flustered you were, because he was attractive. Not just the ‘oh yeah, he's good looking’ kind, more like the ‘Oh my gosh, I think I JUST DIED ‘ kind. He had the perfect proportions of traditional attractiveness and uniqueness to make him that much more appealing to you. He had sharp narrow dark gray-blue eyes, a jawline that could draw blood and a general intensity about him that made your heart stop beating. Remembering you were probably staring you quickly looked away. But something else about him caught your eye…his hair. It was a white silvery color, and medium in length, but as you examined him further you noticed the ends of his hair ended in arrow shapes. “Is that part of your quirk?” His dark eyes met yours, he figured you’d ask, most anyone who had ever seen him asked sooner or later. But when he looked at you, you weren’t looking at him like he was a freak. Your eyes held an innocent and honest curiosity. With no malice to be seen. “I’m sorry if that came off as weird or rude!! It’s just…I’ve never seen anything like it…” He nodded, “It’s fine, I kinda figured you would. My quirk is called Chronostasis. I can extend these clock needle things to pierce someone, but I need to be extremely still. If I do pierce someone I can slow them down, but the length depends on which hand I struck them with. If I use the minute,” He pointed to one of the ‘clock needles’ on the end of his hair, “They’re slowed for a minute, same thing if I use the hour.” He looked at you, noticing your expression. “I know it’s weird but-“ “I don’t think it’s weird.” He looked at you in shock, “You don’t? You can be honest, it’s pretty weird.” You shook your head, that honest and sincere glint never leaving your e/c eyes. “I think they’re really cool…beautiful…even..” In his 22 years of life, no one had ever told him his quirk was cool, let alone beautiful. If words could kill, Chronostasis would probably be dead. The red tint on his cheeks giving aware his flusteredness. “A-Uh..Thanks…What’s your quirk anyway?” “It’s called Seamless…Um basically I can sew without using needles, controlling the threads and what not…but it only works on sewing things, I can’t use it on people or anything..” You looked up, expecting him to be bored only to see interest gleaming in his eyes. “Sounds cool to me, useful too.” Never in your life had you felt so secure, safe, appreciated…it felt good. It felt good to know there were people out there who wanted you, even if it was just for work it still felt nice. Fast forward a bit, you’ve been with the Hassaikai for a year now. You had cemented your place here, and you felt great. You didn’t use your quirk too much, but you did save them a lot of money on clothes. You had also become a lot closer to Chrono, or Kurono Hari as you had learned his name was, and called him in private. You talked a lot, ranting to each other about your problems, spending time together even if it was just doing your own things in silent. It was safe to say the two of you had become good friends, but more than that you had developed feelings for the man. That was why you were on your current mission, making your way to Overhaul’s office. You knocked, and after hearing a ‘come in’ entered. He was sitting at his desk, fiddling with papers and what not. “Ah, L/n, what can I help you with?” You walked to stand in front of his desk, nervously messing with your fingers and fidgeting. “…I came to ask you something…” Overhaul sighed as he set his pen down, leaning to place his chin in his hand, which was propped up on his desk. “Oh? What is it? I take it everything is going fine?” Over the past year besides getting close to Chronostasis, you had also gotten close to Overhaul. Although you noticed he acted very protective of you, like an older brother. You had asked him about it a few months ago, he had simply told you he had met with your father a few years ago when he accompanied a business meeting with Pops. He had seen how you were treated and it made him sick especially because of how much potential you showed. In his own special way, you knew he cared somewhat about you. You nodded your head. “Everything’s fine, great, actually…I need to talk to you about something else…someone else….”. His eyebrow raised in interest, he pretended to act surprised but he had an inkling of why you were really here. “I want your permission to…to…” You opened your mouth to speak but ultimately chose to close it, not really knowing how to go forward. He sighed again, leaning back in his chair while his hands clasped together, resting by his mouth. “Let me guess…you’d like my permission to pursue a relationship with Chronostasis? Am I correct?” You felt heat raise to your face as you stiffened. ‘How did he…?’ “I may seclude myself to this office and limit my interactions with people to a minimum, but I’m not blind. I am well aware of he feelings the both of you have for each other.” You gulped, here it comes…”I don’t care, just don’t let it get in the way of your work. But if it ends the pitiful gazes and flirting between the two of you, by all means, get married for all I care.” Your eyes widened as your brain proceeded to implode. “A-are you sure?! You really don’t mind?!” He looked at you in disbelief before shrugging. “Nope, just don’t do any of that lovey-dovey stuff around me, affection like that makes me nauseas.” You nodded, “I promise.” He nodded and got up, walking you to the door. “…I’m trusting you won’t tell him what I’m about to say but, take care of him…He’s stupidly in love with you, so I know he’ll take care of you, but please be good to him…” You smiled, nodding your head. “I will…wait, did you say he’s in lo-“ “Time for you to go, goodbye L/n.” Before you could refute, he pushed you out of the room, shut the door and locked it. Sighing, you made you way to your and Chrono’s office, finally ready to tell the man of your dreams your feelings. To most you may be considered ‘short’ or ‘small’, and to some they might even think of you as ‘inadequate’ or ‘lesser’ than them. At one point you probably thought Chrono felt that way. (but as you were soon about to find out)But to Chrono? You were just right, just...perfect.

[fakeloveaskblog]

[1/2] Evening Virgil. I'm multitasking right now (in two times and places at once), which means I can't be completely here. So, I'll be keeping it stark: I must say… No, I don't know you as well as I could. No, I don't know Remy as well as I could. And you were right on one accord, you do not need to justify yourself to me.

But I'd like to think of Remy as a friend, and I'd like to think of you too Virgil as… well maybe friend is the wrong word here, given that I believe you would not claim me as such. Someone I believed might benefit from some advice? An acquaintance I could see—struggling and felt the desire to assist, perhaps? I'm uncertain, I just think…

No. Ah. I should address some of the things you said yesterday first, is what I think, mostly. I will do that now, let this be your only forewarning…

Tw: U!Virgil, abuse (like for quite a long scene Virgil is at the same dickish level he was at the party)

Virgil was sitting on the edge of the bed with a newly lit cigarette between his lips and his eyes on his phone as he mindlessly scrolled through social media to distract himself. His leg was bouncing up down at immense anxiety speed.

When he heard your voice he sighed and rolled his eyes. But he did put down his phone. He let out some smoke through his mouth hoping it would make you cough.

“Yeah you’re damn right on me not thinking of you as a friend, and not as an ‘acquaintance’ either. I have my doubts on Remy thinking of you as a friend but y’know” He got on a smug little look “I’m just known to be sooo very not controlling about their friends so I won’t get into it”

There was a headache banging at the back of his head. Gosh he could sleep for days. It must have been 6 hours, maybe even 8, since he left the party and he still hadn’t slept.

His look turned even smugger somehow “Oh a warning? Wow I am very scared. Terrified!”

As soon as he heard you question whether Remy had actually lied his smug look started to disappear. His gaze shifted around the room. There was a yes! Obviously they had lied! playing on his tongue but when he tried to remember times they had lied his mind came back blank.

“Well uhh” He shifted how he sat “They....They went that whole freaking conversation with that Janus guy without telling me they knew him! That has to count as lying! Like they were acting like he was a stranger! Right in front of me!”

He took a blow from his cigarette to give himself time to think.

“An-and those times when they slept over at their friend’s place! When they came home they just told me they’d been sleeping at a random place! And those times I came home to see the living room all messy with popcorn all over they said they’d just been watching a movie! But now obviously I know that Remus had been over! I- I guess they didn’t outright lie but just not mentioning big details like that should count as lying! I’m sure it does!”

He kept shifting in his seat. His fingers nervously tapped against his knee. He looked down at the floor when you asked if he didn’t love them anymore.

“Of course I love them! Don’t you even imply I don’t! I’m just- I’m not really thinking clearly- I’m- It’s not like I have time to think of what to say before blurting it out like you do! You can’t expect everything I say to be totally true!! I just- Isn’t it unfair for me to work so hard to be better for them when they can’t even be truthful to me!? But I do love them! Of course I do!”

Hearing that did feel reassuring but refused to admit it. His thoughts raced for some way to turn it negative. He was biting his nails while listening. Broken off nailpolish got on his teeth.

“Well you- you don’t know for sure what they were thinking! They could have thought one thing and then secretly been planning to leave me!” 

He didn’t even believe what he was saying, he just couldn’t admit it.

“.....I don’t like their ‘friends’. I don’t know them. I don’t trust them. I’m sure Remy deserves better ‘friends’ than them”

Virgil got up from the bed. He put out the cigarette against the windowsill as you talked. He looked out of the window. The last leaves had fallen off long ago leaving the trees barren. There was a constant dripping noise as snow melted from the rooftop.

Deep down he knew you were right. He knew there was barely ever any dishes left over because of them. He knew they barely ever said no to anything he asked of them. He knew they always calmed him down from his anxiety even on the days they couldn’t get out of bed.

He slammed his hand down against the windowsill “It’s not like I’m asking them to be super active!” He exclaimed as he turned to you “Sometimes it just gets annoying to know that while I’m at work they can just nap at home all day! Even if I know just living is technically a lot of work for them it’s still fucking grating!”

He ran his fingers through his hair as he paced back and forth. He shot his arms out when he continued.

“All I’m asking of them is to not lie to me! It shouldn’t be so fucking hard! I need them and I love them but Maybe- Maybe if they keep ignoring everything I do for this relationship and keep hurting me like this then mayBE THEY DESERVE TO BE IN PAIN!”

Silence filled the room. He stood there, his chest heaving up and down as he breathed. There was so much rage filling his veins he couldn’t think of anything else.

‘You’ve hurt them too, they way that he did’

Something broke when you said it. Tears filled Virgil’s eyes. For a few seconds he tried to stay still. Tried to keep control. But he couldn’t. He hunched down on the ground. Face hidden in his palms, fingers digging into his scalp. He didn’t want to be seen but his cries were heard.

“I’m not rationalizing” He didn’t say it in the same angry tone. It was muffled, mumbled “I’m not like him. I’m not. I would never hurt Remy. I wouldn’t- I’m just not thinking right now. My head is too muddled. I- we just need a few days and we will be fine. I’m just not thinking. I’m not thinking of what I’m saying. I’m not like him”

‘where’s Remy?’

Virgil let out a shaky breathe. He was close to repeating mumbles about how he wasn’t like him but all the words died in his throat, like someone was strangling him.

His eyes were red from tears when he moved his hands aside. He parsed his lips to speak.

--

“Babe Please just take a deep breathe” Remy nearly begged. They were running their hand up and down his arm.

“YOU LIED TO ME!” Virgil yelled back. He grabbed onto their wrist and pushed them away so their back hit the car door “AND DON’T TOUCH ME!”

The car was speeding down the road. Way past speed limits. It’s only been a few minutes since they left the party. Virgil was drunk, Remy was high.

“YOU’RE A FUCKING CHEATER-”

“I didn’t cheat on you! Just let me-”

Virgil cut them off and turned to look them down “I KNEW IT! YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO LOOK FOR ATTENTION SOMEHOW! IF I’M NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU WITH YOUR SUUPER SMART BRAIN AND SUUUPER CHARMING PERSONALITY YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST FUCKING TOL-”

Remy lunched forward and grabbed onto the wheel. The car did a dangerous swirl from the edge of the road in to the middle of it. 

Virgil grabbed onto their hair and forced them away again. For a moment it felt like their hair would tear away from their scalp as he pulled in it. Virgil only cast a quick glance to the road before looking at them again. His nails were digging down into the steering wheel.

“You don’t have a fucking license! Don’t try and drive for me!” He slurred out.

“Please just like look at the road at least!” In their head they tried to think up how far they were away from home. How long it was left. How likely it was for the car to crash.

“You don’t get to complain! You don’t know what you’re talking about! I guess you were just too busy napping on the couch to get a license. Or were you too busy opening your legs”

Remy kept looking out to the road, anxiously looking for any car coming towards them “I didn’t-”

“That Janus guy wasn’t even pretty! Are you really that desperate” He snorted “Wait never mind you literally went to the party in That so why am I even asking” Virgil grabbed onto their chin and forced their head towards him. “At least look at me when I’m talking to you”

“I didn’t”

“DIDN’T WHAT?”

 Remy’s eyes filled with tears. They kept trying to move their head to look at the road. All their thoughts were too muddled to get any concrete explanation out. They let out a shaky sob.

“p-please stop the car”

“OH SO YOU CAN AVOID ANSWERING!?”

“Virgil please”

If the car went off the road right now how long would it take until someone found them. How long would it take before Janus and Remus found it. Would they even find out? What if they didn’t find out? What if. What if. What if.

“I just- I- I met Janus- and- and another guy- Remus at the- the- Can you stop the car?- at the therapist an-and we- they were nice- we’re friends- just- I’ve never- i’ve never done anything with them- I promise-”

“HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO TRUST YOU AFTER YOU LIED TO ME!?”

“I- I don’t know”

Remy couldn’t remember the last words they’d said to Remus was. They couldn’t remember. Oh god they couldn’t remember. They felt so guilty for even thinking about him right now.

“I’ve looked at your messages recently! Why the hell haven’t I seen their names!? Why the fuck would you lie to me about them if you weren’t cheating on me!? Where’s your pho-”

Out of the corner of their eye Remy saw a light “VIRGIL THE ROAD”

They grabbed onto the steering wheel and turned to the left. A car came towards them. Virgil pressed down onto the brake pedals making their car come into a sudden halt. Remy fell forward, their head hit against the dashboard.

The other car managed to turn and drive past them. Virgil let out short breathes. He looked over to his partner. Remy looked back. A wound had opened right above their right eyebrow. Blood was dripping down their face, mixing with their tears.

Virgil moved his hand behind their neck and made them lean close. He pressed a kiss to the wound before meeting their eyes.

“I’m gonna decide to trust you on you just being friend with them okay?”

Remy nodded “Okay. Thanks. I’m sorry”

“It’s okay babe” He kissed them, Remy was shaking ever so slightly “Can I look at your phone please? And you can explain it all a bit clearer?”

They nodded again and gave him their phone. They showed him the app they’d used to talk to their friends. He quickly blocked both Janus and Remus before putting it away again. He started to drive as Remy quietly mumbled out how they would have movie watches with Remus and how they once went with Janus to an art gallery.

A few minutes later they pulled up to the driveway to their apartment complex. Virgil stopped the car but Remy stayed sitting perfectly still. He got out of the car and opened their door for them. He grabbed onto their upper arm and pretty much dragged them with him.

Into the apartment complex. Up the stairs. Into the apartment. He let them go to take off his jacket and pull off his fake horns from his halloween costume. Remy collapsed onto the floor. It felt like their body was on fire. Like their spine was trying to tear itself out of their skin.

They could hear Virgil walk out into the kitchen. Remy focused on pulling off their shoes. They took deep breathes to try and stabilize some of the worst pain. There came a weird sound from the kitchen.

Remy leant on the wall as they forced themself to stand up. They started to drag down the zipper at the back of their bodysuit and hoped their jaw wouldn’t get too sore.

In the low light of the kitchen lamp Remy saw Virgil standing in front of the sink. He’d opened the kitchen cabinet where they usually stored their medicine.

“Babe what are you doing?” Remy asked. They leant against the stovetop to keep themself upright.

Virgil grabbed onto a bottle of their pills “I just thought that since you clearly didn’t fucking care about me when you lied to me for Months maybe you should go for a few weeks without your meds”

It wasn’t until he opened the bottle and dumped the pills down into the sink Remy fully got what he’d just said. They lashed forward as he put on the water to flush them down. They desperately tried to grab onto them but Virgil moved out his arm to keep them back.

“You can’t do that! I need those! You know I need those! I can’t function if-” Remy gasped out.

“Oh really!? WELL THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU WENT AND HURT ME! I’M THE ONE PAYING FOR THESE! PAYING FOR YOUR THERAPY! FOR THIS APARTMENT! FOR EVERY FUCKING THING! IF YOU FEEL LIKE GOING BEHIND MY BACK-”

“VIRgil you can’t just-”

“-AND DESTROYING MY TRUST THEN I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO TAKE THESE AWAY”

He grabbed onto another pill bottle and opened it. Remy tried to fight it away from him but their vision kept blurring together from tears.

“You can’t!”

“OBVIOUSLY I CAN! I’M DOING IT RIGHT NOW! YOU HURT ME! YOU DESERVE THIS!”

Remy tried to stop him as he dumped them down as well. Tried to hold onto the pills. Virgil rolled his eyes and tried to push them away but they stayed.

“YOU CAN’T!” Remy finally yelled “I NEED THEM TO LIVE! TAKE ANYTHING YOU WANT! YOU CAN FUCK ME UNTIL I PASS OUT BUT DON’T TAKE AWAY MY FUCKING MEDS!”

Virgil turned away so suddenly Remy flinched back. “DON’T YOU YELL AT ME!” Virgil exclaimed, completely oblivious to the irony “YOU’RE GONNA SHUT UP AND LET ME DO THIS!” He took a step closer to them. Remy backed away “YOU COULD HAVE JUST NOT LIED” Another step “COULD HAVE NOT BEEN SELFISH” Another step “BUT I GUESS YOU’RE TOO STUPID TO THINK THAT MUCH”

He took one last step. Remy backed away until their back hit the wall. They didn’t look away from him.

“You Know how much i need them. You’re the one not thinking. You’re drunk out of your mind” They snarled back.

“SHUT UP!”

“You’re not gonna touch another bottle of My medicine. You’re gonna-”

Virgil moved his hands around Remy’s neck. He tightened his grip until they couldn’t breathe.

His nails dug down into their skin. Tears rolled down Remy’s cheeks. They were still looking at him. There was a look in their eyes of complete fear. A look they thought they would only gaze at their father with. Virgil knew exactly what he was doing.

He let them gasp for breathe for a few seconds before even starting to speak “Listen. You are going to let me throw away the rest of your medicine and then you are not going to ask me to buy any new ones until I tell you you’re allowed to ask. Got it?”

Remy kept staring at him. Weak gasps left their lips. Their skin had already started to get a pale look.

“GOT IT!?” 

They nodded.

“Good. Then we’re on the same page”

Virgil kept his hands around their neck for a few more seconds before letting go. Remy collapsed onto the ground. They forced in desperate breathes of air as they curled up in the corner.

“It’s okay babe. We just gotta get through this and then everything can get back to normal” Virgil assured before going back to the sink.

Remy watched on in silence as he dumped the last two pill bottles into the sink and washed them down. The white powder had smeared all over the sink and a weird sound came from it as white bubbles started to build up.

It wasn’t until he was done he realized what he’d done. He’d put his hands on them. He’d used their biggest trigger against them. He’d hurt them exactly like their father had.

Virgil clasped his hand over his mouth. He glanced over to their partner. They hadn’t moved an inch.

“I- I wasn’t thinking! I’m drunk! I didn’t mean to! I’m- I’m going for a cig”

He stormed out of the kitchen and left them there. On the floor. With a wound over their eyebrow. With red marks around their neck. With tears on their cheeks.

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Virgil got up from the bedroom floor. He looked over to you and spoke “They’re in the kitchen- Or- I mean I left them in the kitchen- What if they left?? Oh no- oh no”

He gulped as he went out into the living room. Each step was filled with anxiety. The apartment was too quiet. Except for the weird sound still coming from the sink. He went into the kitchen and glanced around.

Remy was still on the floor. They’d curled up even closer to the corner. Their eyes were red and puffy from crying and they had black tear streaks on their cheeks. Their knees were pressed to their chest and their hands were around their neck like they were trying to protect it, or hide it. They were perfectly quiet. Perfectly still.

And their eyes were completely glossed over as they stared out into nothing. It was like they were staring at something completely else in a completely different room in a completely different house. 

Virgil hesitated before hunching down next to them. They still didn’t react. He reached out a touched their cheek.

Remy flinched away. tears immediately began to pool in their eyes again “don’t touch me please don’t touch me please don’t-”

“Shhh. babe. it’s just me. It’s Virgil” 

He leant in to kiss them on the cheek. Remy tried to move away. They let out indiscernible mumbles. That look of fear was clearly back in their eyes. 

“Remy I promise you’re safe. You’re 23 and living with me, your boyfriend. It’s okay. You’ve must have been stuck in a flashback”

“Where’s- where’s my cane? my cane? I need-” Remy slurred it out. Their eyes still looked hazy.

“Shh, It’s in the bedroom” 

He tried to look at their neck but Remy flinched even harder before desperately tried to get away in any way they could. He grabbed onto their wrist and forced their hand away from their neck. 

Green and blue bruises had appeared all around their neck in the shape of hands. In some parts they even looked purple. The blood from the wound above their eyebrow had turned darker and had stuck onto their skin.

“It’s okay babe. I got some bruise creme for that. I can clean the wound for you. Even stitch it together if you want. You need some sleep for now okay? Let’s get you to bed. I’m really sorry for yesterday by the way. I didn’t mean this. It’ll never happen again. I promise. You know I would never actually mean to hurt you. It was a one time thing because I was drunk and you had lied to me and all that y’know”

“my phone. where’s my phone. I need- I need my phone”

“Oh we must have forgotten it out in the car. I’ll go get it for you later don’t worry” He stood up and held out his hand “C’mon get up”

Remy started to cry harder “I can’t- I can’t walk”

“Yes you can c’mon. It’s just some pain. You’ve never not been able to walk”

They shook their head “I can’t walk. You don’t get it”

He grabbed onto their hand and started pulling them up on their feet “You haven’t even tried. Just try and you’ll see it’s just normal”

Remy tried. They managed to move their legs and get their feet on the ground but as soon as they tried to stand up their knees buckled. If it wasn’t for Virgil holding onto them they would have fallen over.

“i can’t- i can’t-” They continued while shaking their head.

Virgil paled a little “it’s- It’s okay. C’mon”

He picked them up bridal style. It made them cry even harder. Every movement made them sob. They curled up in his arms and buried their face against his shoulder.

“my cane- where’s my cane- my cane-” They repeated.

“I already told you it’s in the bedroom”

“i need it i need my cane virgil i need-”

“Shhh. Take a deep breathe” He sat them down on the bed.

“what- what are you doing?” They slurred out as they felt their bodysuit being taken off. He moved them so they were laying down so he could get it off.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable when you sleep. It’s okay” He also took off the fishnet tights leaving them in their underwear.

He tucked them in under the blanket. They kept crying without making a single sound. The tears just rolled down.

“I need my meds Virgil I need my meds. I’m in so much pain. Virgil I need-”

“We have a deal baby. Just a few weeks. You can get through it”

They weakly shook their head “No. No. You don’t get it. It’s bad. im in so much pain. it hurts so bad. virgil i need my meds. my meds. i need- im in so much pain. the accident its like after the accident in the hospital i cant walk virgil i need-”

“Shhh. You’ve gotten through this before. it’s just a flair up”

“i feel so sick. i need my meds. where’s my meds” Their words kept slurring together. They weren’t even looking at him.

“It’s okay” 

Virgil leant down and pressed a kiss to their forehead. He noticed how warm their skin was. He noticed how their cheeks were a weird red. Just how glazed over their eyes look. How heavy their breathing was.

“Oh- Okay babe you might have a fever. But this is fine! Y’know your body just does this sometimes after a really really long bad flashback. It’ll go over in a few days. I’mma get a cold cloth for your forehead okay”

He turned to leave and Remy lost it. They grabbed onto his hoodie. “NO. NO! DON’T LEAVE ME! VIRGIL! DON’T LEAVE! my meds i need my meds and my cane DON’T LEAVE!”

He gently shook their hand off and sent them a smile “It’s okay. I’ll just be gone for a minute. I’m not leaving”

They kept crying “virgil i need-”

“I know. I know. I’ll be back in a minute”

He went out into the kitchen and immediately grabbed onto a washcloth. He scrubbed the sink until there were no more traces of the pills left. Like nothing had ever happened. He rinsed it with water until the weird sound stopped.

He leant his hands against the edge of the sink and just breathed. Guilt pooled in his stomach. Guilt and shame and regret.

But.....but he couldn’t forget the surge of power he’d gotten when he strangled them. When he saw that fear. When he knew he had complete control. He could have asked them for anything and they would have done it for him. He couldn’t shake that surge- that high completely away.

He rinsed another cloth with cold water and filled a glass with water and took a spoon (sometimes it was easier to ‘eat’ the water than drink big gulps of it when in that much pain). He went back to the bedroom.

“Here” he placed the cloth onto their forehead and pressed a kiss to their cheek. It made them flinch. “Tell me if you need anything else”

“my cane- i need my cane- please virgil i need my cane i cant see it i need my cane-”

“It’s right there!” He pointed to the other side of the room “Can you stop asking about it now. It’s really irritating”

“my meds- i need- im in so much pain- my spine- its all- virgil please”

Virgil laid down in the bed next to them. He snuggled up to their side and took their hand, he intertwined their fingers. He even leant his cheek against their shoulder to be extra cuddly. Every now and then he pressed a kiss to the pale freckles on their shoulders.

“Don’t worry babe. I promise if the pain doesn’t get better in a few days I’m calling your doctor. I’m not gonna let you suffer”

Remy couldn’t stop crying. Every little movement hurt. Every second. Just breathing hurt. They didn’t sob. Didn’t even sniffle. Just silence. With their glazed over eyes.

“i hate this body. i hate how its like this. i hate how i feel. i hate how i look. i hate this body. i hate this body. i hate this body”