#Uh...open starter I guess

[starsmuserainbow]

Sitting in front of a TV, Akari let out a long sigh.

"That's so unfair. They make such a pretty sport, even in water, and all I can do is watch." Because no way would the humans just accept someone that turns into a mermaid as soon as they get into the water. Nor should she really give away that she's a mermaid, either.

[fxckin-blackbeard]

Start of Redemption

ᒥ🐙ᒧ—         Finally, his fever from the infection broke a few days prior, but the wound itself was not healed, trapping the eccentric man on bedrest for awhile longer.

He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. A line form the ship's rigging wraps around his ankle and his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.

Had it not been for Stede, Edward certainly wouldn't be all patched up, alive, and laying in this bed. But that wasn't what was on his mind, no. His mind swirled with all he done leading up to the battle with the British Navy. The agony he not only felt himself, but inflicted upon his crew-once-friends.

Bedridden meant you were left to your own devices, and Edward spent all of his time tormenting himself with reliving what he believed were his final thoughts.

He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.

His features twist into a cringe, and a tattooed hand rises to rub away the headache he felt coming on from his temple. A monster, the Kraken, the Devil...Those words repeated over and over in his skull, making him feel sick with overwhelming guilt. Guilt wasn't something unprecedented for Edward, what was unprecedented was his inability to escape from it. Opium, alcohol, and violence were his means of escape, but stuck on bedrest he was left without any of those options to numb himself.

"Fucksake..." He groans, pushing himself slowly to sit up while trying to not aggravate his gunshot wound. Tangled, knotted hair falls down his back covering the skull and snake tattoo, but leaving his 'TRUST NO ONE' tattoo still exposed. Ed had too much energy, and the more he was stuck feeling his guilt the more restless he grew. He hoped a change in position would ease something, but as he stared blankly at the wall in front of him, Ed realized there truly was no escape.

The feeling, the guilt, was overwhelming. His chest felt tight making air hard to draw in, a feeling of anxious energy overtakes his limbs leading to him moving his legs around endlessly, it was not a comfortable feeling. He craved some kind of vice, something to just make it go away.

It wouldn't come. He wished to rip the room apart, but a simple twist to move off the bed saw a sharp pain shooting up his side, leaving him gasping for air and tensing up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He curses, reluctantly laying himself back down to see if the ache of his injury would subside. And, it did, but to a dull, throbbing pain. Now he wished he had the opium for more than just the guilt.

Brown eyes stare at the ceiling of the cabin, looking almost through the wood as if his mind was off somewhere else. And it was, he was back to spiraling down his path of regret. All his choices leading up to this point had been wrong, stupid, and irrational. Dammit, he was a problem-solver, but when it came to his own messes he mind seemed to draw blanks. What would make it stop if he couldn't get to a vice? Would it ever stop? Or, was this the misery he sought to escape to begin with?

Edward pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, finding himself thinking in circles now. He wished, for a small moment, he wished he wasn't alone in the cabin. Someone, anyone as company would be nice...But who would come to see the monster? Stede, who had been up his ass since he was lucid, but he didn't wish to see Stede...Not yet. That wound was still too fresh...Izzy? Unlikely, he shot off the guy's leg. The thought makes Edward's chest tighten again, and he feels as though he'd be ill at any moment.

No one. He was alone in this battle, utterly alone...And he had done this to himself. There was no denying how all the consequences of his actions seemed to pile up on him. Maybe that was why he felt a weight on his chest.

And there was no escape.

[stcries]

how did that photo of him get out? ...

[mythvoiced]

OPEN STARTER | Ji Hyun (Celebrity Verse)

"I deserve compensation: either I get 500 million or I get to shoot him. I can't think of anything fairer than that."

[general-kalani]

(011. — Shoot my muse.) with Caleb.

{ Prompt from here!

Mun note; I GOTCHU- }

"Ow fuck." Well that was painful. Really fucking painful he didn't think he'd be so affected by a gunshot like that.

Then again, it was straight into the stomach.

It was going to hurt like a fucking bitch either way.

"I was gon' give you a headstart to run but I won't grant ya that." The fifty cal rifle with armour piercing rounds is aimed and fired at the other before being holstered to keep pressure on the wound.

This was such fun.

[illusions-end]

"Maybe I should make a trip back home soon... I haven't been to Kitakami in quite sometime... wonder if anything changed."

[liveyun]

you’re an idiot (so am i) | j.jk

pairing. jeon jungkook x fem oc/reader

rating. M

genre. enemies to 👀, university AU, neighbours AU, comedy, drama, romance, angst, slight smut

warnings. coarse language, crACK like lOTS OF IT, theyre both idiots. excessive bickering,,, gym related stuff,,, Medical school itself is a warning,, unhealthy amounts of protein mentions,, i’m Sorry if you’re a gymbro 😭🙏🏾, awkwardness, oc gets slightly injured, it gets slightly smutty 👀, unspoken feelings bc they both suck at communicating, some Cute stuff, that should be it but lmk if i missed any, its 4am

wc. 4.5k +

if this writing style flops, i’ll probably quit writing too 💀

it’s 7:04 AM

or is it really. what is the time again

unfortunately you are awake.

and it’s not by choice.

it’s because your protein 💪 PROTEIN 💪 MORE PROTEIN 🏋️ gymrat neighbour is up, doing burpees in his living room

and the walls between your apartments are criminally thin

and you’re convinced he’s trying to invent a new form of torture through burpees because the sQUEAKING OF HIS DAMN SHOES ARE JUST AS LOUD AS AN ALARM CLOCK!!

why is he even awake at this ungodly hour, you wonder for the 8293838th time since moving in

you feel like crying

for rEAL.

it was around 5:30 am when u finally had let out a sigh of relief at having finally completed your assignment

you roll out of bed, hair resembling a bird’s nest

what else is bed hair supposed to look like

“O YEA!”

here we go

again

you feel like ripping your already damaged hair bc why does he have to be so damn loud

has no occupant not filed a complaint against him yet?

so now u consider knocking on his door to complain... but you remember what happened the last time you tried

jungkook had answered the door holding two dumbbells liKe they were extensions of his arms, shirtless, smiling so brightly it could cure vitamin D deficiency

you knew you were cooked the moment smirked at you gawkinG at his physique and you felt your cheeks warming up

“oh, hey, Y/N,” he’d said, casually flexing mid-sentence with that stupid grin on his face “need something? Or just admiring the view?”

you haven’t known peace ever since

by 8:15 AM, you’ve surrendered to fate and shuffled into the kitchen for coffee

you swEar you hear Jungkook’s blender whirring as he makes another one of his infamous protein shakes

does he even eat anything which does not have protein powder

like ok you understand the value of protein

but anything which has that stupid thing in it automatically tastes like the Biggest Piece of Dogshit

and somehow that’s what you neighbour has 24/7

last week he had accidentally left one in the communal fridge

it smelled like death and regret.

absolute L

anyway u think u need to get something in ur system too and thats when u open your fridge

and sigh

it’s empty.

except for a jar of pickles and a, uh, questionable carton of oat milk

yea. you’ll have to get brunch today. no futher questions asked

10:32 AM

ur first class of the day

and guess what

u have made the mistake of sitting near Jungkook in the lecture hall.

again! 😍

u swear that u are trying to focus on the lecture but is it really your fault that jungkook looks extra,,,...,,,

beefy

his notebook is open, but instead of notes, he’s drawing a disturbingly accurate diagram of biceps

and the shading looks pretty accurate too

he notices you staring, oof “anatomy is about more than just books, Y/N.”

you feel a muscle near your eye twitch

“i really don’t remember asking.”

ouch

that came out a bit too rude. . .

you feel like u should say sorry or something but he just flashes you that golden retriever grin

and somehow, you’re the one who feels stupid

12:10 PM

you’d think a med school lunch break would feel like a break

but no

the first thing you hear is the unmistakable pop of jungkook’s tupperware lid. it’s like pavlov’s bell, but instead of a dog, it triggers your impending irritation

of course it’s chicken, broccoli, and rice. gymrat starter pack™

does this man even know other foods exist?

atleast it doesn’t look unseasoned so maybe you can take it

you’re not the one having it anyway

“bon appétit,” he says with that smug grin, shoveling a forkful into his mouth like he’s filming a mukbang

you side-eye your sad excuse of a sandwich. “don’t you ever get bored of eating that?”

he gasps like a victorian man having seen the ankle of his wife for the first time

“bored? of gains? never.”

the chewing. oh god, the chewing. it’s so loud you’re convinced he’s doing it on purpose

crunch. chew. sip of water from the world’s largest bottle. repeat.

“do you have to eat like a vacuum?”

he pauses, fork mid-air, and looks at you with wide, innocent eyes. then he grins. “do you have to be this cute when you’re annoyed?”

wha— cough!!

did you just choke at your sandwich infront of him?

-100 aura points

your brain just blue-screens

what the hell are you supposed to do with that information

12:22 pm

you haven’t touched your chips yet. you’re saving them for after jungkook’s food massacre ends

his tupperware is licked clean but he’s already eyeing your bag of chips like a hawk

“you gonna eat those?”

“yes, jungkook, i’m gonna eat my chips”

“cool”

c r u n c h

he’s already eaten half the bag.

u are genuinely considering homicide now

the girl from the next table suddenly waves at him, all giggly and twirling her hair like she’s auditioning for a romcom

“hey, jungkook! you should totally sit with us!”

he glances at you, one brow raised. “should i?”

“why are you asking me?” you snap, already annoyed (but like, annoyed in a normal way, not jealous. definitely not jealous)

you miss the way his lips quirk in the corners

“nah, i think i’ll stay here,” he says, smirking. “you’re better company anyway”

...

why is your face heating up. why. stop it

1:00 PM

you’re walking to your next class when jungkook catches up, sipping his protein shake. the smell is somewhere between expired yogurt and pure evil

“so, lunch was fun,” he says casually, like he didn’t commit multiple crimes against your sanity earlier

“for who?” you mumble, giving him the nastiest bombastic side eye

“for both of us,” he replies, grinning. “don’t lie, y/n, you’d miss me if i wasn’t around”

“i’d miss the peace”

he laughs heartily and it’s the kind of laugh that makes you want to both strangle him and maybe... smile a little

1:12 PM

ur phone dings

dumb(bell)kook : (now) bring more chips tomorrow

or don’t. i’ll just steal them again

>:D

you stare at your screen for a second, debating whether to respond or block his number

you type back

you : (1:13PM) touch my chips again and i’ll report you to student conduct

his reply is instant.

dumb(bell)kook : (now) bet they’d let me off for good behavior 😛

2:47 pm.

group project time!

otherwise known as “watch y/n slowly lose her sanity” time

you're hunched over your notes, trying to come up with literally anything for this cursed assignment while everyone else is glued to their phones

“guys, any ideas?” you try, for the fifth time, because teamwork makes the dream work, right?

wrong. dead silence. you can practically hear your soul exiting your body

one guy mutters, "we could... idk, make a powerpoint?" and goes back to scrolling on instagram. helpful king

you’re about three seconds away from making a powerpoint on why you hate everyone here when the door swings open

in walks jungkook, twenty minutes late, balancing a protein shake in one hand and a clipboard in the other

like he’s about to announce his plan for world domination

he slides into the chair next to you, annoyingly fresh, as if he hasn’t just already benched three cows at the gym

“did i miss anything?” he asks, sipping his shake and eyeing you with those boba lookalike peepers like he’s the main character

why are his eyes so

cute

“yeah, we solved climate change and made contact with aliens. you're late.”

he smirks. smirks. “nice. guess i’ll tackle world hunger next.”

one of your lab mates looks up from her phone just to whisper, “he’s so hot..”

my ass.

“he’s useless”

you’re about to drop-kick the clipboard out of his hands when he lazily stretches and says, “so what’s the plan, y/n? you always have the best ideas”

and just like that, everyone turns to you like a pack of hyenas waiting for their next meal

you might actually murder him. right after you finish this stupid project.

>:-)

midnight.

you’re staring at your notes like they’re written in ancient alien hieroglyphics. focus? yup, that’s a myth

through the wall, you hear it. again.

jungkook’s obnoxious gym playlist thumping loud enough to summon the gods of protein.

how about you just summon the reaper to maybe reap your soul or his

you try to ignore it. you really do. but then the bass drops, and you swear the walls start vibrating

ARGH

that’s it. you’ve snapped. you slam your pen down and march out of your apartment like a woman on a mission

by the time you’re at his door, you’re already regretting this decision

but sleep-deprived y/n? she’s not known for her impulse control

you bang on the door like your life depends on it

>:-(

after a moment, jungkook opens up, looking like he just stepped out of a gym rat rom-com. damp hair, earbuds in, wearing a tank top that shows off way too much arm.

good lord, those tattoos..

“what’s up?” he asks casually, pulling out an earbud, as if you didn’t just nearly break his door down

whats up? what thE hELL DOES HE MEAN WHATS UP??

“it’s midnight!” you yell, waving a hand in the general direction of your apartment. “some of us need sleep to survive!”

he blinks at you, tilting his head like a confused golden retriever. “but you’re awake now. want to do a quick set of push-ups?

you stare at him. you need to go to the store from where he bought the audacity. “push-ups?!”

“yeah,” he says, dead serious. “it’s a good way to burn off frustration. i do them all the time when i’m annoyed.”

“maybe i should start,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes. “because i’m annoyed right now.”

jungkook grins like the demon he is. “great! i’ll grab my mat.”

before you can stop him, he’s already turned back into his apartment. you briefly consider running, but it’s too late.

this is your life now.

five minutes later, you’re on the floor of his apartment, struggling to do one (1) push-up while he effortlessly does twenty in the same time it takes you to collapse in defeat

you feel like someone has bathed you in sweat

“this is humiliating,” you groan, face smushed into the mat

maybe you should’ve just slept

“nah, you’re doing great,” he says, way too cheerfully for someone torturing you. “just three more and you’ll hit... like, five total.”

you debate throwing a dumbbell at him but decide against it

jail isn’t worth it.

yet.

five minutes later you’re on the floor of his apartment, now two (2) push-ups deep and already regretting every decision you’ve made up to this point

you try again, your arms shaking with the effort, your brain screaming for mercy, when—

crack

“ow, ow, ow!” you yelp as your shoulder protests in a way that’s probably not supposed to happen

“that’s it, i’m dOne” you wince, face red from the sheer humiliation and pain

jungkook is standing there with a weirdly sympathetic expression that’s 90% amusement and 10% concern

he’s crouching beside you now, and you can't help but notice his Bambi eyes, all big and concerned, looking at your shoulder like he's actually worried for you

fml

this is so unfair

“u good?” he asks, voice unusually soft, and you can’t help but notice that barely there scar on his left cheek pulling slightly as he frowns and looks down at you

you glare at him, wincing a little more than you’d like to admit

does it look like ur good lol

“i think i pulled something” you mutter, still holding your shoulder, and mentally kicking yourself for agreeing to do this in the first place

you knew you shouldn’t have agreed to him

“mm,” he hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to your face, and then down to your shoulder with that gentle focus you didn’t think he was capable of

oUuu

“you should’ve asked for help, rookie” he says with that familiar cocky grin, but you catch the slight crinkle of concern in his brow, the mole beneath his lips almost beckoning you to stare at it

why is he so dumb but also so stupidly handsome?

and then his fingers are brushing against your shoulder again, carefully massaging the area in a way that’s too intimate for someone who’s just your annoying gym-obsessed neighbor

your heart rate spikes, and suddenly the injury doesn't seem like such a big deal anymore

“i’m fine, really,” you lie, trying to brush it off, but the way his Bambi eyes are looking at you—all soft and worried—has your head spinning

oh god

“i don’t think you are” he mutters, voice low, as he places a hand gently on your waist, pulling you just a little closer

god, stop being so touchy

the fact that he smells like musk and with some citrus-y notes underneath doesn’t help either

you feel your cheeks warming and lips parting

you feel yourself leaning in despite all logic telling you to stop, and then his eyes flicker down to your lips and back to your eyes, slow and cautious, like he’s waiting for your permission

you really cannot help but feel your heart skip a beat at how beautiful he looks. no like for real, his hair is slightly overgrown, curled at the ends which fall gracefully over his face

and how soft his lips look

your brain is too far gone, and the next thing you know, you’re kissing him, hand tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer

his hair feels so silky soft

but his lips are even softer, but there’s a desperate edge to the kiss, and you don’t know if it's because of your injury or the fact that you’ve both been playing this weird tension game for far too long

you feel like u can finally die kissing him like this

his hand slides down your back, pressing you into him as if you might disappear, and you pull away, gasping for air

jungkook’s eyes are wide, his pupils blown and heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling quickly as he looks at you with an unreadable expression

“shit, i… i didn’t think i was actually going to do that” he murmurs, his voice rough and nearly trembling if u hear closely

you stare at his lips again, the mole under them, the way he looks so dumb but also so dumb handsome

his mouth parts to say something stupid again but you shush him with your pointer on his lips

“shut up and kiss me again, you idiot” you mutter, pulling him back in without a second thought

oH WOW

Jungkook doesn’t need any more encouragement. this time, it’s all teeth and heat, a kiss that feels like it might burn the air around you both

and your shoulder? completely forgotten, left in the dust

the kiss doesn’t end in some grand, romantic crescendo like the movies promised

you both were shamelessly making out on his mat

you were perched on his lap and both of u were busy eating eachother’s mouths (it sounds gross but that’s what exactly u two were doing) when suddenly you give his hair a tug

and you hear a moan spilling from him

his hips buck up and you gasp, but it ends with him abruptly pulling away

he’s breathing like he just ran an hour on the treadmill. cheeks all flushed, lips shining with saliva and eyes wide

and your heart is hammering in your chest like it’s trying to escape

jungkook stares at you, lips slightly swollen, eyes wide and wild, and for once, the idiot looks just as lost as you feel

“i—uh—” you stammer, the words tangling in your throat because what the hell are you supposed to say after something like that

“y- yeah,” he cuts in, his voice rough and strained like he’s been punched in the gut, “same”

same? SAME?!

you glare at him, more out of panic than anger, because suddenly the room feels too small, and his scent—something annoyingly musky and Jungkook-ish—is now overwhelming you

“i, uh, should go” you blurt out, scrambling to your feet and clutching your sore shoulder like a lifeline

jungkook doesn’t stop you, just sits there on the floor, looking up at you with a furrowed brow and an expression you can’t quite place

“cool” he mutters, dragging a hand through his messy hair as his jaw clenches

you don’t say anything else, don’t even look back as you practically bolt out of his apartment and into the safety of your own, slamming the door shut behind you

breathe, you tell yourself, leaning against the door, your heart still racing, your lips still tingling from his kiss

you won’t lie, you really didn’t think it would take just a tug of hair to have Mr. Muscle moaning under you

and that kind of inflated ur ego too

>:-)

but now

as u stand behind your closed door

the warmth that had filled your chest moments ago is quickly replaced by a knot of confusion and panic

because this wasn’t supposed to happen, not with Jungkook of all people

he’s my annoying gym-rat neighbor. this is… this is stupid

or is this really?..

no matter how much you try to convince yourself, your fingers keep brushing your lips absentmindedly, and your brain replays the moment over and over again like some kind of cruel joke

the next morning, you half expect him to blast his gym playlist at full volume to piss you off like he always does

but it’s quiet

too quiet

jungkook doesn’t blast music. doesn’t clank weights around. doesn’t do anything to make his presence known, and it’s driving you insane

you don’t know why it bothers you so much, but it does

when you leave for class, you catch a glimpse of him locking his door, but he doesn’t even glance your way

just slings his backpack over his shoulder and walks off like you don’t exist

asshole

yea that hurt. a Lot. like a good amount, because you are sure that you felt that pain in the centre of your chest

but it’s not like you’re any better

you bury yourself in your textbooks, pretending the kiss never happened, even though your stupid brain refuses to let it go

your chest feels tight every time you hear his door open or his voice filter through the thin walls

and you hate how you feel disappointed every time he doesn’t acknowledge you

like you really are a stranger to him

:-(

it’s pathetic, but you can’t help it

the silence between the two of you stretches on like an invisible barrier

days pass, and the two of you become masters of the fine art of avoidance

there’s a strange art to it, like walking on eggshells in your own apartment

even if u two live in separate apartments, it just feels

weird

you are so used to him being so noisy and what not

but the silence is heavy, uncomfortable, like an unfinished sentence hanging in the air

and it’s clEar neither of you know how to handle whatever the hell this is

you can’t figure out whether it’s a relief or suffocating

and every time you pass him in the hallway or see him through your apartment window, it’s like a silent conversation you’re not having

and that, somehow, feels worse than everything else

you want him to say something. anything.

but he doesn’t

and neither do you

and it makes you sick how easy it is to fall back into the rhythm of pretending he doesn’t exist

even when he’s right there.

you go to class and he’s there

sitting three rows ahead of you like he’s deliberately trying to ignore you

and with that girl who cannot seem to have her hands off his bicep

and you’re… fine with it

totally fine

you are just hoping that your glare is enough to burn a hole in her skull

it’s just that you can’t stop staring at the back of his head

like maybe he’ll turn around and say something but nope

the entire lecture passes and he doesn’t even glance over

and you try not to overthink it but you’re pretty sure jungkook is doing the same thing to you

ignoring you

on purpose

you’re not imagining it, right?

lunch rolls around and you sit down at your usual spot

jungkook’s sitting at the table next to you with his back to you

he doesn’t even look up when you sit down

normally, he would’ve sent you a little half-smile or asked about your day or whatever. .

but now? nothing

it’s like you’re invisible

and that’s fine. you don’t care.

but deep down, you feel this weird lump in your chest

because you didn’t expect this coldness from him

even after everything that’s happened

and you’d even unconsciously brought his favourite flavour of chips he especially likes..

:(

then you see him texting on his phone

and you can’t help but peek over at his screen

jungkook is texting someone

and it’s not you

for some reason, that stings more than it should, but you swallow it down and pretend you didn’t notice

the silence between the two of you stretches out for days

it’s like the entire universe is pretending you never had that moment together

the night when everything took a wild ass turn

but jungkook’s acting like it never happened

and so are you.

and maybe, just maybe, that’s better

maybe he regrets kissing you.

maybe you even made him uncomfortable?..

and maybe this is easier

you can’t decide if it hurts or if you’re just overthinking it

either way, you stop checking his texts, stop wondering what he’s doing in his apartment

you try your best to pretend it’s okay

but deep down, you miss the stupid moments

the ones where he wasn’t so distant where it feels like something ended between you two before it could even start.

it feels like it’s been over a decade

:(

and you hate it.

but you push it aside

it’s just… the silence is way too loud now.

you’re sitting in your room, trying to convince yourself that letting go of jungkook is the right thing to do

and perhaps ur failing miserably lol

but it’s hard because every five minutes you catch yourself staring at something that reminds you of him

your notes? he doodled on them during lectures

your hoodie? yeah, it’s his. he lent it to you one day and never asked for it back

your heart? yeah. he kind of stole that too

you’re spiraling between sleep and insanity when there’s a knock on your door

no, wait—it’s not a knock

it’s banging — like someone’s fist is about to break through the wood

WHO CALLED THE COPS ON YOU ONG

you jump up, your heart pounding, and open the door

and there he is

jungkook—standing there, looking like he just ran a marathon and fought a bear at the same time

hair all messy, slight bags underneath his eyes and kinda disheveled outfit

for a split second, you freeze, your breath catching in your throat

oh

it’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, and suddenly having him standing in front of you is making your heart race like crazy

“i can’t—” he stops, breathless, hands on his knees like he’s about to collapse

you’re standing there, eyes wide, totally taken aback by the sight of him, feeling a mix of relief and something else you can’t quite place

yet

“i can’t take it anymore,” he says, looking up at you with that ridiculous face of his

you grab that meaty bicep of him, ushering him to stand up

“what are you talking about?” you ask, completely confused

“you. i’m talking about you,” he says, taking a step closer

hUH

the air around you feels like it’s being sucked out of the room

your head is spinning because after all this time, here he is, right in front of you

“i like you. i’ve always liked you. and i didn’t know how to tell you, so i…”

“i got all this gym equipment just to bother you. i’d turn the music up way too loud, and i thought that’d make you notice me. i sat next to you at lunch, even in lectures, doing everything to annoy you because i didn’t know how else to approach you, i really thought—”

“jungkook.”

you blink, processing everything in a blur, your heart still hammering in your chest

but he doesn’t quite listen to you. “i knew you liked my sketches we had during cardio lectures, so i always made sure to draw—”

“juNGKOOK!”

you cut him off, smacking his idiotic shoulders “you’re an idiot.”

jungkook stops, eyes widening a little, but there’s this look of relief on his face

like a huge weight has just been lifted off him

almost like when u get to pee after holding it in for hours

“i know,” he says softly, and for the first time, you realize how vulnerable he looks standing there

he somehow looks

small.

“then why didn’t you just talk to me like a normal person?” you ask, your voice a mix of exasperation and amusement

jungkook smiles sheepishly, his pearly whites flashing. “i guess i thought this would be easier.”

easier.

only if he knew that each moment without him felt like the earth opening up and swallowing you

AND!!! HIS FAVOURITE ONION VINEGAR FLAVORED CHIPS!! which used to be your absolutely hated flavour but somehow you’ve caught a liking to them recently

how ironic

the room feels heavy with tension as you both stand there, unsure of what to say next, but his gaze is so intense, it makes your heart skip

“say something,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “please.”

you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, still flustered, but there’s something about his earnestness that makes everything else fade into the background

and the way his caramel brown eyes nearly sparkle underneath your dimly lit apartment lights

you shake your head with a smile.

“you’re an idiot.”

but you're smiling like a total fool because what else are you supposed to do when the guy you’ve been in love with just confessed to you?

jungkook’s face softens, and then he smiles too

a smile which looks so adorable you feel your heart will burst

and it’s over for you

“so, uh…” he scratches the back of his neck, looking bashful. “does that mean you like me too?”

you roll your eyes, your heart racing all over again, and grab the front of his shirt to pull him inside

“kiss me already”

the door slams shut behind you.

and the rest

as they say, is history

:-)

a/n : i love them bad :’(

mlist | let me know what you think anonymously :))

[2-dsimp]

《The smutty hitman chronicles》

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→【The Hacker: Milkies?】

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! throatpie, deep throating, praise, overstimulation, mention of lactation, breeding, and impregnation.

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『Yandere! Hacker that’s always spontaneous in everything he does. Whether it be from wrecking enemy databases or just casually trolling people online to pass the time. His unpredictable nature shines true in any setting he’s in.』

『Yandere! Hacker who’s the definition of an orange cat boyfriend. Always unhinged and in general an overly affectionate bundle of jittery joy when it comes to his loving darling.』

『Yandere! Hacker who loves everything about you from head to toe and is fascinated time and time again by your body anatomy. Reason why he’s got his hands on you 24/7 and due to his boundless obsession and curiosity. As to how you function on a daily basis being so soft and squishy compared to his lithe and hardened form. Regardless, You’re always kept on your toes whenever you’re in close quarters with the clingy fiend.』

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“Yujin, honey, are you alright? You’re spacing out again.”

『You hummed in an amused tone as you looked from beneath your lashes. To see your hacker boyfriend eyeing you with an intense glint in his sharp feline eyes that were up to no good. You jolted slightly when you felt him abruptly shove his hands down your crop top to greedily cup both of your jiggling boobs. Giving them a good hard knead.』

“Yeah, uh huh I’m fine babes it’s just—Wow! Your tits are so heavy and perky! So perfect to suck on…”

『Yujin drawled, dumbly in pure admiration as he went on to pinch and tweak at both of your nipples like they were joysticks. All the while his fleshy tip lightly dragged against your lips and chin smearing precum all over your face. As you were on your knees fondling his hairless balls and jerking off his pulsating shaft.』

“I read somewhere that mentioned how woman could lactate. Is that true? Of so, can you make that happen like right now, pretty please? I really wanna start milking you plus I’m thirsty.”

『He begged needily as he was completely fixated on your enticing mounds. Which had him utterly whipped at the thought of seeing milk dribble out those puffy areolas. That Yujin adored and revered to be the cutest thing of all. All the while he let out a throaty purr from how you started to lavish your wet tongue on his cockhead coaxing his salty sweet pre straight from the tap』

“Jin, listen I’d have to get pregnant in order to lactate. I can’t just do it at will on my own. It doesn't really work that way hon”

『You explained gently from how oblivious the 20 year old lynx hybrid sounded. Remembering how Yujin admitted that he didn’t have any definitive knowledge on the birds in the bees. Since he was raised in a very sheltered environment for most of his upbringing by strict caregivers.』

“Oh really? Well that's an easy fix! I could easily knock you up if that's what it takes baby cakes! All I gotta do is make sure to cram my spunk in every cute little hole you've got right?”

『Yujin chimed with a fanged lopsided grin and before you could even correct him with the right terminology. He suddenly thrusted his hips, forcing his thick cock deep into your mouth with each drawback of his pelvis.』

“Now that I think about it, I guess creaming your lovely throat would be good for starters~ you’d love that huh baby? I can just tell from from the way that sweet pussy is dripping all over the carpet~”

『He cooed lovingly, staring down at you while meanly squeezing your cheeks to get a close up at his dick. That was stretching open those plump lips that he fantasized kissing for all eternity. You were gripping his thighs for life support trying not to choke』

『As Yujin became Hellbent on pumping your throat full of his jizz to help fulfill his agenda. Of turning you into his lovely milk dispenser so that he’d be able to suckle on your swollen breasts. And admire his litter growing inside of your tummy for hours on end whenever he's slaving away in his room full of monitors and PCs.』

“Oh fuck, I think imma cum soon! You’re doing so good for me, so fucking good! just like I knew my pretty girl would. I swear Imma take the best care of you, make sure that my mate never goes in need of anything”

『He babbled, drooling from the tightness of your esophagus closing in on his throbbing meat. In tandem with how you squeezed his family jewels that were bloated with semen ready to make its home inside of you. And It doesn’t take long before Yujin goes completely ridgid tangling his clawed fingers in your scalp to further plant his crotch right against your face.』

『You could only process a deep hiss escaping your lover as your mouth was filled with nothing but his thick warm seed. He held your head in place and forcing you to savor every last drop of his cum that marinated your tastebuds. Yujin whined softly in protest at the thought of pulling away too soon.』

『The Hacker almost didn’t wanna pull out of your heavenly jaws at all but he still had his quota to fill. So with great reluctance he pulled out and look down at you with satisfaction. Brandishing a smile full of childlike chagrin as he sent you clutching for your pearls with his daunting words. Which hinted at the fact that you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.』

“Welp that’s one hole down baby only two more to go~ but this time I’mma fill ya up more than once since I gotta make sure that it all sticks mkay?”

[yungbludz]

A little death— BS

AUTHOR: @brennendeerinnerungen said he’s on timeout so I guess by the time I’ll post this he will be back in her good graces ;)

SUMMARY: a tough loss leads to a series of unfortunate events…

WARNINGS: smut, +18

It is clear that nobody likes to lose. The feeling of disappointment mixed with annoyance and anger directed towards your own self. The ‘what if’s’, the ‘I should have done better’, the ‘that was so stupid’ only making the sorrow defeat even harder to digest. Nevertheless, if there is one person who takes losses more at heart than anyone you have ever met is Ben. You always joke about how he acts after he has lost a match and he always denies your accusations.

First his shoulders are more raised than usual, as if his whole body is more tense than usual. Second his jaw is clenched, so clenched you fear one day it may snap. Then he goes nonverbal with everyone after the press conference and if pressed he starts giving sassy answers that make you wish you had never talked to him. In the end, after getting all the anger out of his system, he wants to be around you. Whether you are cuddling on the bed or watching a movie or even just going on a walk. He has always said you are good for his mind and that just proves his point.

However, as mentioned before, you better be a hundred miles away from him right after a tough loss or you’ll be getting his sassy attitude all day. Despite your little willingness to listen to him being passive aggressive about anything, he is still your boyfriend which means that you have to put up with it. Even when you don’t want to.

“You want me to drive?” You ask once you approach his car in total silence. He shakes his head and hops in the driver’s seat. Great. You pray he is not going to crash into the nearest wall because you really don’t want to die today.

“Are you sure?” You ask one more time when you see how hard he is gripping the steering wheel.

“If you wanted to drive so bad you could have come with your own car,” he spits out. There he goes: passive aggressive Ben, what’s there not love it? You sigh and decide to keep it quiet, after all he doesn’t mean it and you’ll have a talk about his attitude post-match once he is calm. He pulls out of the parking lot, one hand on the steering wheel and the other massaging his temple. He is really pissed.

“And who’s blowing up your phone?” Ben snaps when your phone dings for the fifth time in a row. You check it, not having taken it out of your bag since you left the tournament. Once you see the name on the screen you freeze.

“No one, just drive,” you try to sound as calm and confident as possible. It is someone Ben is not quite fond of. In fact, Ben actually doesn’t like this person at all. The American glances at you quickly before the red light turns green. He seems to let it go at first, too riled up because of the lost match to think of anything else.

“It’s Caleb, isn’t it?” Damn. Even with all that on his mind, he still reads you like an open book. Caleb is your way too friendly neighbor. Ben met him when he was coming over one day and from that moment on it was war. He doesn’t like the way he looks at you, how often he texts you, the kind of jokes he makes. Ben essentially hates his guts. But there is nothing he can do because for starters you think he is exaggerating but secondly you also have never given Caleb a reason to pursue you romantically speaking. So Ben is left filled with a raging jealousy that has nowhere to go to.

“He is just telling me the water pipe needs to be fixed but he is handling it,” you explain. He is just being a good neighbor. Not for Ben though.

“And he needs to send you ten messages about it? Must be a really bad leak, uh,” the sassiness in his tone would make you giggle any other day. But today is different and you hope you can manage to put up with his petty ass and not snap back at him. The last thing you want is to get into a fight with him in this state of mind.

“You know how he is. Don’t let it bother you so much,” you shrug it off because you do not need to add Caleb to the mix. He is already on the edge of his seat, ready to explode. Ben snorts and shakes his head in disbelief, stopping at another red light. Has your hotel always been this far away?

“I shouldn’t be bothered by the fact that my girl’s neighbor wants to fuck her every chance he gets? Yeah sure. You’d be reasonable too if I had a girl that was trying to get into my pants every single day,” he insists. Why is he trying to pick a fight with you as if you were the one encouraging Caleb to hit on you?

“Matter of fact I do see girls hit on you almost every single day, Ben. I just don’t make a scene about it all the fucking time,” you eventually snap. There is only so much you can take and he has crossed the line. Just because he is insufferable ass cannot take a loss, it doesn’t mean you have to endure his pettiness. Ben looks at you bewildered as if you had just told him something unexpected.

“That is not the same thing!”

“Oh no? So just because some of them are your fans it doesn’t count? Oh okay, I wasn’t familiar with your logic, Benjamin,” you know he hates it when you call him by his full name. In fact he huffs and puffs, rolling his eyes at you and tightening his grip around the steering wheel.

“You know what I meant,” he is seething. You and Ben don’t get into many arguments but when you do, it gets ugly almost every time. Neither of you is willing to compromise at first and that is why you always end up fighting for hours.

“No, I don’t and you don’t either,” you reply giving him the same attitude he is giving you. The American glares at you before taking a turn and getting into the hotel’s parking lot. Neither of you says a word as you step outside and head in. You thank the receptionist as he hands you the keys to your room and you walk in silence to the lift. The tension could be cut with a knife and it is only a matter of time before you both explode. At least he has the decency to wait until you are alone. Last thing you need is to put on a show the media will talk about for the next month.

Ben’s hood is pulled over his head, some of his curls hidden while the rest falls messily over his forehead. He keeps his eyes looking ahead but you know he is bubbling with anger. You can tell by his locked jaw and tight grip around the strings of his back or how he plays with the necklace in his mouth. It is so easy to read him at times.

You keep your composure as you walk towards the door of your shared room after you get to the right floor. Your hand swipes the electric key over the sensor and the door unlocks. You can hear a thud and you know it’s his tennis bag hitting the floor. Ben surpasses you and heads towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Very mature of him.

You act unfazed by his childish actions and head to the mini fridge, taking a cold coke out of it and pouring yourself a glass. He knows damn well if you play the silent treatment game, you are the one winning. Ben can be and do a lot of things but what he cannot do is be quiet with you. It is a good thing most of the time but when it comes to fighting? He knows he is done for.

So you wait unbothered on the bed, zapping through the channels as you hear the water being turned on. I know he is taking another shower to calm his nerves which is the most mature thing he has done in the past hour.

Ten minutes later and he still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. You need to take your makeup off since it is almost bed time and you want to sleep, forget about this day and move on with your life. Therefore you decide to knock on the door and walk inside the bathroom. Ben is in the tub, arms resting over the edge and head tilted back with his eyes closed. His face seems more relaxed but the lack of answer when you knocked on the door tells you he hasn’t calmed down yet. So you stay quiet and do your thing: take off your make up, brush your teeth, wash your face. You can feel his eyes on you, mainly because the tub is right in front of the sink and the reflection of him through the mirror tells you he is staring. You cannot quite describe the look on his face, whether he wants to murder you or fuck you but you are not interested in finding out so you simply ignore him.

At some point during your night routine he gets out of the bathtub. Now, while you might still be angry with his childish attitude, you must admit the sight of his six feet four ripped figure walking out of the tub, all wet and naked is not something easy to disregard. However, he quickly takes ahold of a white towel and wraps it around his waist. Not that it makes the view less appealing but at least you can avoid looking at him.

You apply a mask just to waste time and annoy him with your presence. Ben glances at you as he takes ahold of his toothbrush. He is standing behind you and there is not much left you can do to continue ignoring him. For a moment you stare at your reflection: you might be mad but you two look cute together.

Ben bends down and finishes brushing his teeth, by doing so he grazes against you, making you more than aware of his impending proximity.

“Clean the tub before you leave,” you dismiss him once you are done with your nightly routine. He doesn’t need to clean the tub and you both know it. But it is too tempting to give him orders when he is pissed. It just riles him up even more and you love it. Ben snorts while you leave the bathroom and leave the door ajar, just to annoy him even more.

It is only ten minutes after you get into bed that Ben finally emerges from the bathroom. You are tired so you are probably going to fall asleep in a matter of time but you stay awake for a little more to observe him. He puts on a pair of basketball shorts and lays down next to you. Your back is facing him when he locks his phone, ready to sleep. At least you thought so.

Apparently neither of you manages to get a proper hour of sleep as you both turn around in the bed. At some point you can feel Ben’s hands reaching for your hips and pulling you closer to him. He probably assumes you are sleeping since you haven’t moved in a while. His hard chest hits your back and his strong arms hold you tightly while he leaves a kiss on your hair.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles and you are not sure he is apologizing because he knows you are asleep or because he knows you are still awake.

“I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” he continues and you smile to yourself. That’s your Ben. You turn around in his embrace and cup his cheeks. The room is dark except for the few streetlights that enlighten it a bit.

“I am sorry too,” you apologize. Ben’s signature smile finally shows up on his face and you can’t help but kiss him.

“I hate when we fight. Especially because you are always better than me at giving me the silent treatment,” he confesses chuckling. You may be better but it hurts you just as much. Ben holds you closer and you cuddle against him. Your heart feels lighter now than you can go back to normality. Your fingers thread through the short hair at the back of his head while your leg drapes over his waist.

“I love you, baby. You know you are a champ to me,” you mumble in the crook of his neck while his hand caresses the small of your back. He kisses your cheek. You don’t know for how long you stay in this position, bathing in each other’s love and presence. You breathe in Ben’s scent and softly kiss the skin of his neck every now and then. You could die like this, not getting out of this bed ever again and just cuddling.

But then, suddenly, your phone starts ringing. It is weird because you usually put it in airplane mode but it is more odd that someone is calling you at this time of the night. Your instant thought goes to your family, maybe something happened. Ben lets you go and you grab it, quickly flipping so that you can see the ID Caller.

Caleb.

You glance at Ben who is laying down, one hand behind his head and the other on your back. Not now that you have just made peace.

“Who is it?” He asks furrowing his brows. You don’t even reply but simply turn the phone around and show him. You can exactly pinpoint the moment his facial expression changed from worried and confused to an irked and exasperated one. Without further ado he takes the phone from your hands and puts the call speaker.

“Hey Y/N, I am just calling to know how it is going. I saw Ben lost, I’m really sorry about it. Although I could see he wasn’t really there mentally speaking…” your mouth drops at Caleb’s words while Ben’s tongue pokes at his cheek. Oh he is mad. Even angrier than earlier. You watch in horror as the whole scene unfolds in front of you without being able to save your neighbor from this downfall, not that he deserves it to be honest.

“Good evening to you too, Caleb. It’s Ben. You know we were just talking about you today and you know what I was wondering? Why the fuck is my girlfriend’s neighbor always blowing up her phone? I think we both know the answer to that question. And I get it, man. She is gorgeous, kind, smart and everything a man can look for in a woman but you seem to be short of memory because she is already taken. By me. So if I see your stupid name on her phone one more fucking time, Caleb, I swear I am going to make your life a living hell. And about today’s match: you’re right, I wasn’t in the game mentally. Matter of fact I was too busy thinking about how hard I fucked my beautiful girlfriend last night. Hope this helps your little shrinking brain. Goodbye, Caleb,” Ben hangs up the phone and grunts. Oh… That was hot. He lays on his back and brushes a hand through his hair out of frustration. You sit there looking at him in bewilderment.

“I know what you’re going to say but I—“ before he can even say anything else you straddle his lap. Ben is now the looking at you as if you had just grown another head out of your neck.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen, Ben,” you admit, your hands taking your shirt off as his hands uncertainly caress your thighs. His eyes widen as you undress on top of him. All he had to was call out your neighbor to get you all worked up?

“Are you going to fuck me hard, Ben?” You tease as you lean in to taunt him. The American snaps out of his trance and attaches his lips to yours. It is all frenetic and heated, one second you are kissing and the next one Ben is tugging at your shorts.

“Fuck, so fucking eager to be fucked,” he mumbles as he notices you are grinding against him, his hands helping you with the movement. You hiss as he digs his short nails into your skin.

“By you. Only by you, Ben,” you praise him. He has been way too insecure about himself lately, he needs to reminded he is the only one in your eyes. The American grunts while you press your forehead against his. Your core sits right on top of his hard on, the friction between your bodies is a bittersweet feeling. It feels so good but it is not enough.

“Baby… Take these off,” he mumbles in between frenzied breaths. You pull away and quickly discard them somewhere in the room while he takes his own off. You crawl back to him, only in your underwear.

“I would have fucked you sooner if you didn’t act up earlier,” he says and you scoff.

“I acted up? Says the one who can’t take a loss,” you tease him back. Ben is much stronger than you so it doesn’t take him much to flip you around. He towers over you, keeping your legs parted for him to kneel between them.

“Let’s see what you can take then, miss,” he chuckles while letting his hands rest on your thighs and then gently tugging down your panties. Ben takes the item between his fingers and notices the wet patch. You smirk at him, sustaining his cocky gaze.

“Just because you want to take it, it doesn’t mean you know how,” he teases you before throwing the panties away and flipping you around so that you are on your fours. Not your favorite position but it definitely turns you on to see him boss you around.

“I haven’t proved it multiple times already?” You look over your shoulder catching him stare at your spread legs. Ben notices you are staring at him and he flips his gaze back to you, locking eyes. He gets closer, leaning in and pressing himself against you. His mouth now closer to your face.

“I am going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore but beg me to keep going,” he mumbles and you gulp. Before you can add anything he frees his cock from his underwear, pumping it in his hand as he watches you arch your back to get closer to him. Ben rests his right hand on your hip and uses his left one to align himself with your entrance.

“Fuck…” you gasp when he thrusts in and immediately bottoms out. He keeps still for a second, your walls squeezing around him so tight he fears he might cum right away.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts when he starts to move, his rhythm is slow at first, gaining depth and speed as time passes. You can’t do much other than sink into the mattress as he blows your back out. You can feel his hands gripping your hips to meet his movements.

“Just like that, take it for me,” he groans while your legs slowly spread even more, granting him more access. He is enamored by the way his cock sinks into you, covered in your juices and slipping with ease. Ben’s thrusts soon turn harder and harder, making your body jolt forward and if it weren’t for his strong hold on your hips you’d hit the headboard.

“Ben…” you moan when he spreads your cheeks and you can hear him spit, lubing you up even more.

“Jesus, it’s like you were made for me,” he confesses in between curses and grunts. You whine when he grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you up. His right arm tightly wraps around your middle and keeps you close and safe from falling forward.

“Ben, please,” you beg despite not knowing what exactly you are asking him to do. The American smiles against the skin of your neck, moving your hair out of way so that he can kiss and bite the soft flesh.

“Please what?” He asks cheekily. You can’t see him but you know he has that shit eating grin on, you can almost feel it against your skin.

“Harder,” you reply sighing. He chuckles and complies, going slower but harder. His left hand sneaks between your legs to toy with your clit, adding more stimulation. Your orgasm builds up quickly, you don’t if it is because of your fight from earlier, the built up tension or him just hitting all the right spots but in a matter of minutes you are reaching your orgasm, shaking in his strong embrace and letting out the dirtiest and loudest sounds you have ever made.

“Good girl,” he mumbles letting you lay back on the bed. You sigh and fall limp on the soft surface. The truce doesn’t last much because you are flipped around to your back. Ben stands in front of you in all his mighty, cock in hand as he slowly pumps himself and a lay of sweat on his hard abs. You look at him with fear and excitement in your eyes.

“I told you I wasn’t going to stop until you couldn’t take it anymore, baby,”

[marauroon]

How about Remus with werewolf reader? Reader is new at Hogwarts and Minnie introduces her to Remus and tell them they will share the Shrieking Shack on full moons. After the first one they comfort each other and fell in love

AND THEY WERE SHACKMATES — R.LUPIN

remus finds out there’s another werewolf at hogwarts, and whilst he’s excited to meet you, you’re not as thrilled to meet him.

remus lupin x fem!werewolf!reader | flangst? | 3.2k | masterlist.

a/n — so i changed some of the specifics of this ask quite a bit (sorry) but the general gist of it is still there

WARNINGS | dismissive reader, brief mention of fighting, mentions of injury and bleeding, lots of sarcasm (british staple m’fraid), no explicit romance (sorry) but i’ll probably end up writing a p2 for this anyway

Another werewolf at Hogwarts. Who would’ve guessed?

Five years into school and only now he was being told there was somebody like him in his year the entire time.

He almost didn’t believe McGonagall when she called him into her office. But there you were, and the scars littering your hands told him everything he needed to know.

His immediate instinct was to feel relieved, that there was finally a person like him who could understand what he was going through.

But the expression you had as he neared you had him questioning whether ‘relief’ was the emotion he was supposed to be feeling.

“Um… hi,” he said in his usual, soft voice, his hands fiddling with the hem of his tie.

“Hi,” You press your lips together awkwardly, the odd atmosphere probably not helped by the fact that McGonagall was still in the room.

Although, you really had no interest in ‘acquainting’ yourself with Remus anyway.

He felt a pang of disappointment when you made no signs of trying to further the conversation. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to start talking to someone like him. Maybe he would feel a little bit less, alone.

He awkwardly looked back over at Professor McGonagall, silently asking whether she was leaving. When that wasn’t obvious enough, he took the more direct approach.

“Professor, would you mind… uh, would you mind giving us a moment?”

She, of course, nodded and silently left the room, closing the door behind her and leaving the two of you completely alone.

He took the opportunity to awkwardly sit himself in the chair opposite you, his knee bouncing unconsciously under the table, eyes glued to the scars on your hands. They reminded him of his own.

He bit into his lip, unsure of what to say to you. Hey, how about we talk about how we both turn into vicious monsters once a month that could rip out the throats of anyone nearby?

Probably not the best conversation starter.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and tried again, opening his mouth to try and speak - yet immediately snapping it shut again, his leg bouncing more furiously than before.

“I’m not interested in being your friend,” You speak before Remus can, pressing your tongue into my cheek awkwardly, like you don’t mean to be as harsh as you do straightforward.

Remus was visibly taken aback by your bluntness though, his eyes widening slightly as his leg stopped bouncing entirely, his hands instead fiddling with his tie.

“Oh. I—”

He was completely surprised. The thought of you being just as miserable and alone as he was had never even crossed his mind, and he didn’t know how to react to you not wanting to talk to him.

“I’m not a charity case, and neither are you. This—” You gesture vaguely to the ‘meeting’ you were coerced into having by the staff. “Is stupid and pointless,”

Despite the fact that your words seemed to have a sharp tone to them, there was no doubt in his mind that you were right. This was a stupid and pointless situation.

So why did he suddenly feel a pang of disappointment when you said those words? He didn’t want to admit it, but part of him had thought there was the slightest possibility that he would finally have someone to talk to about what had been troubling him since he was four.

Yet now that it was suddenly taken away, it became more and more obvious to him how badly he wanted to talk to someone who understood everything about what he was going through.

His heart dropped when he realised that you didn’t want to be friends at all, just for the reason alone that you were probably trying to protect his self-esteem. And he, stupidly, had tried to destroy those walls just so he could feel less alone.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to hide the disappointment with his expression. “Right. Well, I suppose you’re right.”

He forced a chuckle and stood from his chair, making an effort to make it look as though he wasn’t affected by your words whatsoever.

“Good, glad we agree,” You nod shortly as you mirror his action, although without the slight limp that you fail not to notice.

He shoved his hands into his pockets in a lazy attempt to hide the way they were shaking slightly, his feet itching to just walk straight out of the door and forget the whole conversation was even happening.

Yet a voice inside his head that annoyingly sounded a lot like Sirius refused to let him give up without at least attempting to continue talking to you.

“Uh, before I go,” he murmured, his eyes still averted to everywhere except you. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Hm?” You hum indifferently.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he tried to find the best way to word what he was hoping to say.

“Is there any reason why you don’t want to talk to me?” He asked carefully, doing everything in his power to make sure he didn’t offend you or say anything that could potentially make you snap at him.

“You have friends, I have friends, what’s the point?”

He was surprised by the way you answered his question almost immediately, without any pause for thought.

“Do your friends know…” He trailed off, silently gesturing to the scars on your hands, his voice quiet.

“Why should they?” You shrug. “It’s not their problem to deal with,”

He sighs. Your friends clearly weren’t people you could talk to if you were unable to even tell them such an important (albeit scary) piece of information about yourself.

Then again, it took him four years of knowing the boys before telling them about himself, so he supposed he wasn’t doing much better.

“I think you should at least tell them,” he said, before quickly adding, “your friends, I mean. They should know, or- or at the absolute least, there should be a person you’re close to that you trust enough to tell.”

There’s a small pause before he continues. “It can help…”

“I’ll take your word for it,”

Surprisingly, he chuckled, a smile almost appearing on his face. You were clearly very defensive and not open to the idea at all, and somehow, he found that somewhat humorous.

“Look, I’m not saying we have to be best friends, and I’m definitely not saying that you have to spill all your secrets to me. But what I am saying is that it might be helpful to have somebody to talk to about it. It… it certainly helped me.”

“I’m sure it did,”

—

Remus slumped onto the worn sofa by the fire, rubbing his temples as James, Sirius, and Peter crowded around him.

“Well?” James asked, raising his brows. “How’d it go? Are you and mystery werewolf best mates now?”

Remus shot him a look. “Hardly. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Sirius tilted his head, frowning. “That’s weird. I figured anyone in their position would be thrilled to know they’re not the only one. Like, misery loves company, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe she’s scared,” Peter piped up. “Of you, I mean. Not to be rude, but... you’re a stranger to her,”

“She’s not scared,” Remus said firmly. “If anything, she’s just... wary. I don’t think she wants me—or you lot—to know her secret,” He hesitated, before adding, “I can’t really blame her,”

The room fell quiet for a moment before James clapped his hands together, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I have an idea,”

“Merlin help us,” Remus muttered.

“No, no, hear me out!” James insisted. “You should invite her to spend the full moon in the Shrieking Shack with you,”

Remus’s jaw dropped. “Are you insane? That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard—”

“Is it, though?” Sirius asked, smirking. “Think about it. You’d be able to keep each other company—maybe even form some sort of... I don’t know, a pack.”

“You’ve been reading too many books about wolves,” Remus said flatly.

James leaned forward. “I’m serious, though. She’s probably just as miserable as you are every month. And if anyone knows how to make the full moon even slightly bearable, it’s you,”

“And you think locking us both in the same room as wolves is a good idea?” Remus shot back. “We’d rip each other to shreds.”

Sirius shrugged. “Or maybe not. Maybe you’d sort yourselves out and actually bond,”

Peter looked concerned. “But what if you do try to kill each other?”

James waved a hand dismissively. “We’d be right there with them. If it got bad, we’d step in,”

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is ridiculous. I’m not suggesting that to her,”

Sirius grinned. “Why not? What’s the worst that could happen?”

—

“Are you fucking dense?”

He flinched. “I’m just—”

“We’d tear each other apart, Lupin,” you interrupted, your voice sharp. “Werewolves are territorial. You think putting two of us in a confined space is going to end with some kind of heartwarming bonding moment? It’d be a bloodbath.”

Remus winced but didn’t back down. “I thought the same thing at first. But... I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe we could... I don’t know, figure it out.”

You stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Figure it out?” you repeated, incredulous. “You’re out of your mind.”

“Probably,” he admitted with a small laugh. “But I’ve been doing this alone for so long, and I just... I thought maybe we could try.” He hesitated before adding, “I’m not saying we have to. I just wanted to put it out there.”

You crossed your arms, considering his words. It was reckless, stupid, and probably the worst idea you’d ever heard.

But a tiny, annoying part of you wondered if he was right.

“It’s got a bed,” He offers. “King size, mattress funded by the ever-wealthy House of Black, silk sheets too,”

—

The idea of sharing the Shrieking Shack with Remus during the full moon was absurd. Absolutely, completely absurd. Yet, less than two weeks later, you found yourself standing in front of its battered wooden door with him, feeling a pit of dread deep in your stomach.

You turned to glare at him. “I hope you know I didn’t agree to this.”

“You think I did?” he muttered, his voice clipped. “I argued against it, believe me.”

“Not hard enough,” you bit back, folding your arms.

The teachers had been firm. The Shrieking Shack was the safest place for both of you, they’d said. Having you both in the same location allowed them to keep a closer watch—“just in case.” As if you’d suddenly lose all control and go rampaging through the Forbidden Forest if left on your own.

You didn’t believe for a second that this was actually about safety. It felt more like an experiment, like they were trying to prove some point about unity or shared struggle. And now, here you were, standing shoulder to shoulder with someone you hardly knew, both of you dreading what the night had in store.

Remus shifted awkwardly beside you, running a hand through his hair. “Look,” he started, “I know this isn’t ideal, but—”

“Spare me the pep talk,” you interrupted. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He sighed, pushing the door open with a loud creak. “Fine by me.”

—

The transformation was as excruciating as always. Every bone in your body broke and reformed, your muscles tearing apart only to knit themselves back together. You were dimly aware of Remus writhing across the room, his muffled groans blending with your own.

And then it was over.

You opened your eyes, your vision sharper, clearer than it had been moments before. The familiar burn of aggression and territorial instinct flared in your chest as your gaze locked onto the other wolf in the room.

Remus.

He crouched low to the ground, his eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight streaming through the boarded-up windows. His posture was tense, his lips pulled back in a low snarl.

You mirrored him instinctively, a growl rumbling in your throat as you both began circling each other, muscles coiled tight like springs. The first lunge came from you, and the two of you collided with a force that rattled the floorboards.

Teeth sank into fur, claws raked across flesh. It wasn’t vicious, not exactly—it was more testing, each of you gauging the other’s strength, establishing boundaries. You pinned him once, only for him to twist out from under you and knock you onto your back.

After several minutes, the snarls began to fade. The tension in the room ebbed slightly as you both pulled back, panting heavily, your bodies dotted with superficial cuts and bruises.

Remus lowered himself to the floor cautiously, his head tilted slightly as if to say, Are we done now?

You huffed, shaking out your fur before settling across the room, your posture still guarded but less aggressive. He watched you for a moment before mirroring your actions, lying down with his head resting on his paws.

You could swear you saw the tail of a mouse from behind them. Or was it a rat?

—

The sunrise brought a merciful end to the night. The sharp pains of transformation clawed through your body as your bones and muscles restructured, leaving you weak and aching on the dusty floorboards of the Shrieking Shack.

Groaning, you curled into yourself, feeling the stickiness of dried blood on your skin and the sting of fresh scratches across your arms and torso.

You were in a bed. How were you in a bed?

behind you, Remus stirred, his laboured breathing matching yours. For a moment, the only sound was the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls and the faint rustle of sheets as you very begrudgingly turned over to look at him, shooting him a tired glare.

“Well, that was fun. Let’s definitely do this again sometime. Same time next month?”

Remus snorted weakly, cradling his ribs as he propped himself up on his elbow. “Oh, absolutely. I’m thinking next time we should invite the whole school. Really make it a party,”

You let out a breathless laugh, despite yourself. “We’re both idiots,”

“No argument there,”

The humour didn’t entirely mask the heaviness in the room. You both bore the evidence of the night’s struggle: claw marks, bruises, and exhaustion etched deep into your bones. But neither of you had the energy to pick a fight about it—not now.

—

By the time Madam Pomfrey bustled into the hospital wing to find you both slumped on adjacent beds, you had been too drained to complain about being patched up. She clicked her tongue and muttered disapprovingly as she dabbed at the shallow wounds on your arms, but even her scolding was surprisingly gentle.

When she finally left to retrieve fresh bandages, you turned your head to look at Remus. He was lying back on his pillow, staring at the ceiling with a faraway expression, the scratches on his face already beginning to fade.

“You know,” you said, breaking the silence, “if you wanted to spend time with me, there are easier ways than inviting me to a death match,”

He turned his head, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “Noted. Next time, I’ll send an owl with chocolates and a heartfelt apology,”

“Chocolates are a start,” you replied dryly.

A comfortable silence settled between you for a moment before he sighed. “Look... I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t exactly handle things well,”

You raised a brow. “Which part? The fighting, or the brilliant idea to lock us in the same room in the first place?”

“Both,” he admitted with a sheepish look. “I thought... maybe it would be easier if we weren’t doing this alone. But I should’ve listened when you said it was a bad idea,”

You hesitated, staring at him. It was hard to stay angry when he looked so genuinely regretful—and when you felt the same pang of guilt sitting heavy in your chest. “You weren’t wrong,” you admitted quietly.

He blinked in surprise. “Come again?”

“Don’t make me say it twice,” you muttered, your face warming slightly. “I mean... you’re right. This sucks. And maybe it’s nice—having someone who actually gets it.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the exhaustion and tension seemed to lift. “Yeah. Maybe it is,”

The two of you shared a look, and for the first time, the air between you felt lighter.

“You’re not too bad for a feral monster,” you said, smirking.

He chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself,”

The playful banter didn’t quite mask the flicker of something deeper—an unspoken understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the burdens you both carried. And maybe, just maybe, the faintest hint of something else.

“I guess this means we’re... friends now?” you teased, raising a brow.

“Friends might be pushing it,” he shot back, his lips twitching into a grin. “But... we’ll see.”

You laughed, leaning back against your pillow. The morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room, and for the first time in a long while, you felt something close to hope.

[castielthinkr]

GOOD GRACES

hughie campbell x fem!reader cw canon-typical violence/gore/language, title from good graces by sabrina carpenter

summary after months of no-contact, hughie shows up at your door covered in... guts? notes i watched novocaine last night and now i can’t stop thinking about jack quaid please enjoy

when someone knocks on your door at close to midnight, you aren't expecting to open it and see hughie campbell covered in what looks like guts. it's disgusting, for starters, and completely unexpected - hughie's basically gone off the grid, has barely talked to you or his dad.

you stand and look at him for a moment. he looks... sad, in a way, like there's something heavy weighing over him. it takes a hot minute for you to open your mouth and say something. you clear your throat. "hughie? what the fuck?"

"uh... hi?" he says, in that awkward, adorable, quintessential hughie way, and you have no choice but to let him in. he tracks blood across the linoleum, through the entryway of your apartment, and has the sense to go to the kitchen rather than sit on your nice, clean couch.

you follow him in, watching as he navigates your apartment perfectly, as if he was there yesterday rather than months ago.

"are you gonna tell me what happened?" you ask, "or do i just have to guess why you're stood in my apartment covered in... whatever the hell that is?" he has the decency to look at least a little sheepish, though that could just be his usual demeanour shining through. "it's a long story," he finally says.

"i've got time."

he looks down at himself before responding again. "any chance i could shower first?" you raise an eyebrow at that. "you disappear for months, not even sending an i'm okay text, appear at my front door at-" you check the time on your phone "-eleven fifty-two pm covered in fuck knows what, and have the audacity to ask to use my shower?" "...yes?" he looks at you with eyes that hold a story, one that wasn't there last time you saw him and one you're not sure you want to know, and you relent almost immediately. "okay."

he stands almost nervously in your kitchen for a minute or so, and you realise he wants some help. except, you're not entirely sure you want to help. you're not entirely sure you want to be involved with whatever this is, but the look in his eyes gets to you, just like it always has, and all of a sudden you're asking if he wants help, and he's nodding, just like he always does. you lay a towel down on a chair - your grossest towel that your friend used to dye her hair once and has never been truly clean since, and the chair that no-one ever sits on, 'cause it's got an annoyingly rickety leg that you can't be bothered fixing. hughie sits, hunched over. he looks like a timid animal, almost scared, but you know from years of experience that that's just hughie.

you find yourself, damp cloth in hand, gently wiping blood from his face. there are chunks of... something... on his cheeks - you don't think you want to know what it is. you hold his chin gently, tilting it up to you so that you have better access to his face, and dab at his skin. you open your mouth to speak, but almost as if he can read your thoughts, he speaks up first.

"it's best if you don't ask." "that makes me want to ask even more." "i know, but just... trust me, okay?"

the hand holding the cloth drops to your side. "hughie-" "please. i don't want you involved." you sigh, and gently squeeze his cheek with your hand as an okay.

the state of your shower is positively disgusting when he's done. he promises he'll clean it, but you know you'll be scraping blood out of the grout for weeks. he curls up on your couch, adorably gangly and everywhere all at once as he tries to make himself smaller. he looks up at you, covered in blankets and propped up on all the fuzzy cushions the two of you could find.

"am i back in your good graces?" he asks nervously, that tiny anxious smile still on his face. you think for a second, and give him a small, contemplative hum. "are you gonna tell me what's going on?" he deflates, and you giggle a little. "kidding. i'm just glad you're okay."

he mumbles something about coming to see you more often, a hint of guilt under the exhausted tone, and you soften as you head to your own bed. you'll weasel answers out of him in the morning. right now, the two of you need rest.

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

hi. hello there. i have no idea on how to request smth😭

anyways

is it okay if u write something about friede with fem reader? (it's completely fine if u prefer gn) like the two of them are best friends, and they both like each other so he confesses

i guess that's it

lmk if u can! (btw i've read ur stories, THEYRE SO GOOD🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻)

Friede x Best Friend!Reader | Headcannons and Drabble

Ever since you can remember, you and Friede have been close friends.

The two of you got your starter 'mons together and went through highschool together and later travelled around Kanto together.

He wanted to become a professor, which was different to what you may have wanted, but you've always supported him in any way you could.

The two of you were in seperable.

When he became a professor's apprentice, you'd sometimes bring him meals -sometimes storebought, sometimes home made- and he was forever greatful for it,

In return (even if you didn't give him anything, he'd still do it) he'd often tell you facts about the species of 'mons that you own, and how to better take care of them.

Naturally, when he formed the Rising Volt Tacklers, he invited you to join -to which you happily agreed to.

'Golden Hour' had to be one of Friede's favourite times of day, not only did he meet Cap during golden hour, everything also looked much better in the golden hues. Especially when he was above the water in a ship with his favourite person next to him.

Turning to you, his gaze traces the features of your face which are now painted with a golden glaze. It has taken Friede a while to accept his feelings for you -his best friend.

At first, he'd try to bury it deep down, but he can't when every touch feels like the sun itself is touching him. Maybe that's why he likes the golden hour so much. Everything reminds him of the feeling he gets when you touch him.

Stretching his arms -whilst being mindful of you- Friede places his hands on the railing next to yours. The moment feels too perfect.

He opens his mouth to say your name but closes it before moving his pinkey to be over yours. The two of you have goofed off a lot and held hands, but this moment feels different and he can only pray to Arceus that you feel it too.

Once he feels your gaze on him, he softly says your name to gain your full attention before continuing.

"I know that we've been friends for a while- forever, and-" he pauses and it makes you wonder what is on his mind. He's never this reserved. "-I've been thinking of becoming something more."

There. He said it. The meowth is out of the bag.

"I understand if you don't want something more, but I just—" gentle, warm hands cupping his cheek cut him off and made him gasp.

Leaning in closer, your lips hover over his face before you look up at the golden hues that make up his irises.

Still surprised, Friede gives you a small nod, an invitation to kiss him.

Taking the opportunity, you pull his face closer to you, closing your eyes as your lips connect.

-

A/N: AAAA SORRY FOR THE WAIT-- AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE FICS 🫵🫶🫶🫶

Ngl I feel like the quality of everything has worsened and it scares me,

I couldn't find the og images,, so uh- creds to pinterest,

[ohisms]

↪   ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of fox's sitcom ,  “ the mick ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

oh my god , why do you have gasoline ?!

we're fine , not that it's any of your concern .

stay out of trouble .

no , you're not coming in with me .

you're embarrassing . you embarrass me . i'm embarrassed of you .

can i bum a smoke , please ?

it's okay , i already have a dollar .

i get the sense that you're in need a lot .

i don't have a problem . you do , otherwise we wouldn't be having this conversation .

what do you mean ? you invited me .

i got into yale , that doesn't mean i'm going .

the scales of justice tip in favor of the wealthy .

if we throw enough money at this thing , i'm sure it'll go away .

let's catch up in ten years when you need another loan .

i feel like we got off on the wrong foot .

i want you to come to me with boy problems . or girl problems , i don't assume .

i know you think you're pretty clever with this plan to drink me under the table , but there's two problems ... you're not , .. & you can't .

she's not dead , i can see her breathing .

i cannot count the number of times i've been ripped off a barstool & thrown in a cage .

i should probably get out of the house , yesterday kinda got away from me .

i don't like these people . but i like you .

why are we at a poor person's restaurant ?

don't touch my stuff , psycho .

no , i don't believe you . you're lying .

uh , i don't know , maybe because you're a lying bitch .

okay , look , i understand this stuff is really hard to hear .

let's just keep our voices down , okay ?

you think i care about these idiots ?

what is wrong with you ? you're making a scene .

how's that for a scene ?! dinner & a show !

i know what you're up to , & you're not gonna get away with it .

i'm sorry , you think you're in charge ?

once all this is gone , all that's left is this . & nobody wants just this .

wait , wait , wait ! i'm coming with you !

i will only go if i have your blessing .

if you need anything at all , do not hesitate to call 911 .

[ name ] , my beautiful angel !

i heard about that little accident you had .

so , this is it ! home sweet home .

holy crap , you're alive ...

what are you doing here ? are you living at my place ?

okay , i'm sensing some major hostility here .

i thought you were dead !

don't pay attention to him , he's no one .

— i'm just kidding ! oh , i'm so sorry , your face ...

no ... you're joking — this is a joke , right ?

i'm gonna go freshen up , this'll be fun !

my legs are heavy , but my mind is light ...

wait , why is my window open ?

do i look like i'm playing games ?

we both burnt that bridge , it doesn't matter who lit the match .

i need you to do me a favor , i did you a favor .

oh , thank god you're here . you've gotta help us .

oh , i'm not going anywhere .

what do you want me to do about it ?

knock - knock ... can i come in ?

oh ... i get it . you're jealous .

enough with the guessing games , i'm freaking out over here .

fine . i'll fix this myself .

i thought we agreed i'm the boss ?!

if you saw my silence as agreeing with you , that's on you .

don't take it personally , his heart just isn't for sale .

not now , [ name ] , i'm gloating .

[ name ] ?! since when do you smoke ?

HEY .. !! [ name ] . just the person i wanted to see .

i haven't gone this long without a smoke in years .

either be part of the solution or get the hell out .

well , now i feel like you're lying .

regardless of how we got here , i'm having a really good time .

is it ? is it creepy to be ahead of everybody at all times ?

i want to squeeze you around your neck until you can't breathe .

i said that forever ago when i was young and dumb .

if i were you , i would take this opportunity to lay low .

that's the opposite of what i just suggested .

[ name ] , you've been overruled .

i don't mean to offend you , you don't fit the [ surname ] brand .

it's already happening , we're becoming socially radioactive .

i'm sorry , that night is a blur of bad pinot and intolerable conversation .

oh , so you're a liar too ?

i was sitting at home , and then i remembered you're not my boss .

what's the matter ? little plan didn't work ?

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 20

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*Grian's pov*

You are waiting for Hotguy to finally come to see you, drinking very sweetened tea in a room so bland it might as well make a world record, when the door busts open and-

"Coffee guy??!"

Is... Is that what he's called you??? You literally told him you go by Grian... He's the one that dropped the coffee on you in the first place...

"... It's Grian"

"Oh, right, yes! What...uh...what are you doing here"

"I'm waiting for Hotguy"

You take a sip of tea between words...really, what else would you be here for? Entertainment?

"Have you seen him? He's quite late now"

You know full well that he is HotGuy but it's not like 'Grian' has any reason to know that... And It's funnier like this.

"I'm... I'm HotGuy''

"... Nah"

"U-uh??? What do you mean nah!??"

"I don't believe it"

"But I am!"

"Sure you are."

"I am! Look!"

He shows you a badge like thing, you don't really know what It's supposed to be but you play along... You can guess by his expression that he thinks that should be enough to convince you.

"Ohhh, you're really HotGuy?"

"You bet I am!"

Time for phase two of messing with Hotguy: messing with him a little more but in a different way.

"Ohhh! I see, when you trew coffe on me was that like a trick? A distraction? Was thereba villain nearby you needed to confuse? Smart."

He visibly cringes, not really good at having a poker face.

"Not..really"

"Oh, was I a suspect for some crime and our chat was secretly an interrogation?"

"No...that was an accident"

You stare at him fir a few seconds before laughing.

"... Yeah, I could tell"

You can see his expression going from sheepish to confused to betrayed.

"You!"

"Me."

"You tricked me!"

"I did not. Me? Never."

"But you did!"

"Hmm, yeah I did."

"You embarassed me!"

"You were the one to pour coffee on me"

"You bamboozled me! Played me like a fiddle!"

"Nooo no no, a fiddle is an hard instrument to play"

"...?"

"I played you like the cheap plastic kazoo you are"

... His expression is hilarious, he's just open mouthed.

"I can't believe you would say that to the Hot Guy"

"I can't believe you would pour coffee on your only and first sidekick."

"You weren't my sidekick back then!"

"I'm only hearing excuses. Very bad."

"Geez, you're worse then Poultryman!"

You don't know how to take that considering ...well, considering you ARE secretly Poultryman... You decide to take it as a compliment. After all what is better then being yourself?

*Scar's pov*

What comes next is silence... There isn't anything to say so It's slightly... akward now.... Really akward.

Well, there is... One thing.

"I had some questions added to the last part of the interview"

"I know"

Huh? How? You have to know how he figured it out... and why he got them wrong.

"How?"

"The last bunch were really really different from the other ones and if someone else made them then obviously that must have been Hotguy"

That.. makes sense...you think.

"You uh, failed all of those questions"

"Yep"

Ok, what is going on? Why is he smirking like that??? Wait...

"You did it on... purpose? ...why???"

"A good conversation starter for when I met Hotguy"

"That's...no! That's an horrible conversation starter! You could have failed the interview!"

"Well, I didn't fail...and we are conversing now aren't we?"

That...You...He got you there, you'll have to admit defeat this once.

[hmshermitcraft]

(had to write some monster grian x human pearl >:) bit long, they just kept going. also, polyhermits is vaguely hinted to, so pretty please tag both ships :3)

Pearl is stuck staring at the something outside her window. It's crouched in her new-season wheat field. It has hair on a humanish skull, wearing a mask of a person. None of the hermits, she knows. It's too shiny and glossy to be skin.

She doesn't say anything, silently hoping it'll leave of its own will.

It doesn't. It crawls with almost human arms and legs, like a person mimicking a spider— but it's too tall, each limb spanning almost three blocks at least. It stops short of her window.

(her window that is so far from the ground, it looks like it's sitting and it's eye-level with her window, what the fuck.)

She can see this close, one of the black eyes of the mask is broken partially. It almost seems to have a galaxy behind the cracked lens.

It reaches up with one long, spindly finger-claw and taps her window.

"Ye— yeah?" She chokes out, never taking her eyes off its face (mask?). The mask shifts and it speaks.

"I am so..." its voice is strange. The low bassy tingle of a creeper blast in her knees, but it's also sharp and high like a firework. Her vision blurs on the sides.

"You are so?" She tries.

"...Lonely." It says, galaxy-eye flickering around her, looking into her starter-base.

"Lonely." She repeats. This horror is lonely and now its her problem. Of course it is. Couldn't go to Cleo, someone who could problem name this creature with their eyes closed, or Xisuma, someone who could get it off the server.

Those two are so lucky. If she sees them again, they aren't getting kisses.

"So lonely." It raises a massive iron-colored hand to the window, pressing against it. "Let me in."

Pearl is a hermit, and being a hermit means being an idiot, because she lifts her own hand and presses it against the monster's through the all-too fragile glass pane.

"Let me in."

"I, uh, I have a door. You could use that like a normal person— well, a polite monster, I guess." It doesn't move for a few ticks, then she can hear the rush of it disappearing and slamming against her door. She rushes down stairs, expecting to see a monster in her house with a broken door, fully expecting to get eaten—

—But that isn't what happens. Her door is intact, despite the low droning sound and sense of danger beyond it.

She opens the door slowly and watches as what seems to be a shadow slips inside. The energy and sound are in her house. It's almost-not-real mass is around her, like a vice-grip around her entire body.

It doesn't seem to want to hurt her. Maybe it really was just lonely.

"Do you have, y'know, a name? Or do I tell my admin that there's some nameless freak in my base?"

"No, no name, no admin, lonely." Pearl swallows.

"Right..." she watches the shadows farther in her house melt and reform endlessly. She might die tonight.

"Well, if you're done, I'm going back to sleep. You, uh... do whatever you want?"

She walks up the stairs back to her current bedroom. The sound of soft breezy wind and her hair being moved tells her that it wants to join her.

"Void." She groans softly, settling under her covers. The feeling of it is all over her room, on her ceiling, her floors, under her bed, around her.

Honestly, she's too tired to care.

"You're not lonely anymore, Mr. Grain, Mr. Grain Boy, Mr. Gri— Mr. Grian!" She exclaims with sleepy joy.

"You gotta a name now. Good night, Grian."

The world bends slightly.

"Good night, Pearl."

(She never told it her name...)

She does not die during the night. Nor the following day, in fact. Despite the monster, Grian, following her, she has a perfectly normal day! She gets more done than usual, even, with the help of incredibly long arms passing her blocks from shulkers.

Yeah Grian is kind of terrifying and makes her feel constantly uneasy, he's her terrifying monster. And as time passes, she forgets Grian being there isn't a normal thing.

Until poor Impulse comes by and stares with very wide eyes. She just pats Impulse's head and introduces them. It's a good job the hermits are used to some weirdness, because it means Grian isn't lonely anymore.

[thegrimreaper-probably]

can...can we have a bit more of a detailed story on gravity falls x plant monster reader??? like...i dont know...Mabel trying to feedvit sugar (does not end well) or where do they come from...or even better, SLOOOOOOWLY growing back to their original size

Gravity Falls x reader part two I used different pronouns, Twoey has no gender. I used he/it/she/they. Gender is irrelevant.

After being shrunk by the shrink ray living back in the Mystery Shack was definitely…different. Stan wasn’t someone I cared too much about, it wasn’t hate or anything. Maybe it was hunger, I mean since Ford stopped letting me drink him dry, and those two being twins their blood must be the same.

Then there was that idiot Soos, tried to kill me with some kinda dry meat. Almost choked to death on. That red head wasn’t irrelevant to me, she seemed harder to manipulate. Then thing one and thing two, Dipper and Mabel. Now if I could just get close to that sweaty boy that would be my ticket out of here.

That kid wanted the red head, and being the mean green mother I am. Who’s to say I couldn’t help a bit with that?

“Boop.” I turn my head to face thing two.

“Are you from Earth?” She puts another sticker on the pot that contains me.

“Course not, you think this planet could make something like me? I’m the best thing you’ll ever see sugar.” Mabel wasn’t the worst, nor best. Something that kept me busy.

“So how’d you get here?”

“An eclipse.” She then put stickers on herself and nods.

“Do you have family? Siblings? Kids? Uh, a grunkle?”

“All alone, but you could fix that. Maybe you just sneak me some more of that kinda red-hot treats, I crave.”

“Mabel, do not listen to that thing. It’s just trying to get big so it can eat us.” So thing one speaks, guess it’s a starter. Mabel turns to Dipper and puts a sticker on him.

“Grunkle Ford said I’m in charge of…” She pauses and turns back to me.

“Use whatever you feel like green bean.” She smiles and turns back to him.

“Of them, so that means Grunkle Ford trusts me.”

“He does not, he just told you that so you wouldn’t whine. He put me in charge of both of you.”

“Well I’m older so.” She blows raspberries at him.

“Real mature Mabel.” I go back to watching the window. More specifically Gomper the goat or whatever he’s called. I’ll eat him first when I get big enough. After a bit Mabel calls for me.

“Y/n?” I turn back around.

“How’d you meet Grunkle Ford?” The question gets Dipper’s attention and he starts to listen.

“At a store, called Mushnik's Flower Shop, long gone by now. Some idiot bought me, brought me there to take care of me. Kid failed so he was a gonna throw me out. Ford said he’d take it, bought me for $1.99.”

“Then what?” Dipper asks.

“Sucked at it, then he cut his hand and it was fate. Speakin of food, I’m hungry.”

“Oh, uh well Grunkle Ford said not to feed you at all.” Mabel says. My color pales, death like, my leaves welt and crumble. My head falls forward as if I died.

“OH MY GOD I KILLED IT!” Mabel screams and runs to Dipper and shakes his body back and forth.

“MABEL! MABEL!” He screams back trying to get her to stop. She screams and starts crying.

“MABEL! LOOK AT ME!” She stops and looks at him.

“The journal says that he’s able to change to look like they’re “dead”. It’s okay, it’s faking.” She breaths in and out slowly.

“It just wants you to feed it so they get big, and bigger till it can reproduce and take over the world.”

“And what do we now?” He shrugs.

“Nothing? It’s like a tantrum I guess?”

“Well do we ignore it? That’s what they say to do on tv.”

“We’ll do that then.”

The door to the mystery shack opens and Ford walks in with Stan. Ford looks over at me and rolls his eyes.

“Really? Faking your own death?” Ford picks up the pot and goes downstairs. I brighten up and try to nip his fingers. He sighs and sets me down on the desk.

“The only thing you’re eating is artificial blood made from-.”

“Feed me!” Ford grabs a baby bottle and looks over at me. If I had eyes I’d be rolling them right now.

“Please.” He then gives me the bottle and holds it.

(Tw) spitting food out, and throwing up, just says you did it. Not described.

Ford gave everyone a list of Rules when it came to y/n

No feeding Y/n, don’t give y/n blood, do not put body parts near Y/n, don’t eat or put food near Y/n and so forth. Did anyone listen? No. No they didn’t. Leading to multiple cases of plant spit everywhere.

First was Soos, with Beef Jerky.

“Hey little dude.” I look over at Soos.

“What’s that?” He lifts up the bag and reads it.

“Which is?”

“Meat, I’d give you some but Ford said not to.”

“Aw come on, I’m starvin. Just a bite? No harm. Ain’t gotta tell anyone.”

“I dunno dude-.” I grab the bag and dump the whole thing in my mouth. After a few seconds I start choking and spit it out all over the floor including Soos.

“Gross.”

Then was Dipper, which was surprising. He walks in the shack with some chips. It wasn’t much of a conversation since I just grabbed the bag and ate it.

“Oh my god- oh my god- Great Uncle Ford’s gonna kill me- oh my god- we’re all gonna die- oh no-.” I then spit it all over Dipper and the floor.

“Give me something good to eat!”

“MY MOUTH WAS OPEN-.” Dipper runs to the bathroom.

Then was Wendy, well almost. She caught me before I could get it. After those incidents Ford got stricter with the no food. Did that stop me? No. Why would it?

Mabel came down to the basement with Dipper to see Ford. Mabel had walked over to me. The other two not paying attention, and Dipper being well Dipper he accidentally tumbles into Mabel. Her snack of Smile Dip flys into the air, I open my mouth as they yell no.

As it lands in my mouth, I swallow it whole.

“Oh god I’m so sorry Mabel.”

“It’s okay, see nothing happened.”

“Huh, usually they spit it out right away. I guess I never tried to feed them such a sugary food.”

“I really am sorry.”- And that was the last time I ate human food and the last time people didn’t listen to Ford.

“MY MOUTH WAS OPEN AGAIN!!!!” They all run upstairs. That night Ford had to give me two bottles of blood due to how sickly I had actually looked and felt.