#Can you tell I am writing this close to midnight anyways this is all. This became like a completely dif post in the tags welp

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

maroon

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

part of the midnights collection

November 17th, 1998

Dear Diary,

Writing here has always been a way for me to vent about everything; let it all out and go on with my day.

But how am I ever going to be able to move on when life now has everything to do with the War?

All the issues that mattered once, seem so insignificant now. Maybe that is why I haven’t written in so long. I think I’ve almost forgotten how to.

You sigh and look outside your window, thinking of a way to continue; a way to let out your thoughts. To do that of course you have to calm the chaos in your mind, untangle every issue and then write it down.

Instead you look outside, it is midnight, or close to anyways, and the sky is clear. It’s a nice change, after all the raining that November has brought, so far.

You can see the moon as it lights everything up, the moonlight mixes with the lights of the town and for a split second you feel a flutter of hope inside. It feels like a sign, how the light defies darkness; it always finds a way to stay and wins. Maybe, just maybe you will win too.

I am scared. I never considered myself brave or daring; at least not like Harry or everyone else, but this War has turned me into a terrified mess. Sleeping is the worst part. Everyday, I try to forget about my worries, push those thoughts and feelings deep deep down but at night, once I let my guard down they come rushing back up.

I think of Dumbledore and his death; the first time I ever felt this unsafe. Then, everything I have seen on the battlefield flashes before my eyes. Everything that has gone wrong and then everything that can go wrong. I see everyone I love dead; I see us lose and I see him win. I don’t want him to win. He can’t win.

You need a minute to breathe before continuing, you stand up and take long strides across your room, while trying to control your breathing.

Count to 10 and go again, that is what they advise you, and it is what you do until you can breathe again. Search for something in the room to ground you, another advice that you follow.

Once you’ve calmed your nerves you sit back down and take your favorite pen in your hands.

Change of subject. Remus and Moody split us up in small groups. An easy way for them to organize everything, assign tasks, communicate with us etc. Each group has a different code name and different responsibilities, which means we'll be spending a lot of time together. My partners are alright, I feel safe with them, for the most part.

Thankfully Hermione is with us, along with Neville and Luna. The boys are stationed somewhere else, they haven't given us their location, in case something bad happens. Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson are also in our group. Shocked, are you? I’ll explain.

A few months ago they joined the Order. It feels so weird saying that. They were Slyherins, their families are Death Eaters. At school they mocked us, bragged about their families or their blood status. Well not all of them, Nott didn't say much, neither did Zabini, not to me at least.

Blaise Zabini, was killed by some Death Eaters, YouKn Voldemort ordered it. He hadn't taken the Mark and from what I understand he wasn't interested in this War either, he was planning to flee with Nott and Pansy; before their parents forced them to take the Mark (Malfoy has but you remember that from sixth year).

Voldemort found out and he killed him in front of everyone, to scare them I guess and prevent any traitors. Pansy was the first one to leave after that, and the boys followed her. They hid around the country for a while, but eventually they found us. They asked for protection and in return they would tell us everything they knew.

It didn't take long before they actually joined us, Draco doesn't seem that interested in beating Voldemort, but the other two, they want our side to win. They are just as scared as we are. I guess they finally understand what this War means.

It is complicated with them. I don't know whether to pity them or hate them. It would be so easy to blame them for everything. But I can't.

You let out a sigh as you look up. You don't know what you want to write next and you don’t feel tired enough to sleep. So you head downstairs to the kitchen hoping to find something to ease your mind.

The house is quiet, usually at this time everyone is in their rooms, getting ready for their missions, or asleep.

You are lost in thought when you hear a male voice that startles you, "Couldn't sleep either?"

“Nott” you say breathless “You scared me. It’s late, why aren’t you sleeping?”

You know why; it’s the same reason you are awake and the same reason why those who do sleep at night, always have a bottle of Sleeping Draught near their beds.

He responds with a weak smile.

“So what brings you here?” He says as he turns around and opens cabinets, clearly in search of something.

“Needed to get out of my room.” You reply

“Aha here it is.” He says triumphantly, holding a bottle of wine in his hands.

“Maroon Rosé” he reads the label quietly “It is no Merlot but it will have to do.”

You took a moment to observe him, his hair is messy, messier than usual.

His eyes aren’t the cold green that scared you in school, they seem welcoming now. Maybe it is the War or the exhaustion, but he seems more normal now, less scary.

Looking up at you with a sad smile and the bottle of wine in one hand he says “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the back-porch wallowing, you’re welcome to join.”

You quirked an eyebrow and he raises a finger “But only for wallowing, I can’t be bothered with heroic pep talks today.”

You let out a sigh and grab an ashtray from the counter before you join him outside.

As you open the door, the winter night breeze sends chills all over your body and you curse yourself for not having worn something thicker- warmer before leaving your room.

You find Theo sitting on the floor, just a few steps away from the door. His back is leaning against the wall and his head is slightly turned up towards the sky. His hand clutches the bottle as he takes a long sip before holding it out to you; an invitation that you gladly take.

You sit down, knees raised in front of you to keep you warm and you place your things between you and Theo.

“Nothing like the expensive shit you’re used to, right?” you say sarcastically

He takes a moment to drink and then looks at you; “Well, I am not a wine man, more of a…” he pretends to focus “Firewiskey, no rocks. Yeah.” 

“That” you say mockingly and take the bottle from his hands “Would be Snape, if he let himself drink.”

He looks at you and you both laugh.

You bring the joint to your mouth and light it. You inhale, let yourself relax and then exhale.

“Now where did you find that?” Theo says with a grin, observing you closely.

You pass him the joint, asking him without words if he is interested; to which he responds with a long drag.

“I have friends” you say and continue as he raises his eyebrows in question “Luna gave it to me.”

You let out a laugh as you explain “She said it would help calm my nerves and sleep, in the way that nature wants us to”, you say the last few words in Lunas voice

He lets out a laugh and closes his eyes as he leans back at the wall, resting his head for a moment. 

He rubs his eyes and lets out a loud sigh “If you told me last year I would be smoking pot, supplied by Lovegood, with you in the middle of a random night, I-“

“Would have jumped off the astronomy tower?” You finish for him

He gives you a dramatic look, pretending to be surprised “And waste my chance to disappoint my father this much? Absolutely not”

You laugh quietly and then the cold hits you, causing you to shiver loudly.

He sees that and quickly shrugs off his coat, “Here.” He says and hands it out to you

You push his hands back and refuse it “No it’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“I don’t need it, I am coldblooded, Slytherin House and all.”, he jokes as he drapes his brown coat over your shoulders, trapping you in his scent that is now mixed with the smell of wine and smoke.

“You are ridiculous, and thank you.” You say softly

Silence washes over the two of you for a while, leaving you to admire the moon and the stars, the peace nature brings you, even in the times of War. Humans can be violent but the Earth doesn’t care, she continues living; survives despite our self-destructive nature.

Life will go on, after the War, after our deaths; but we must find a way to make the present count for something, not let it be time gone to waste. You tense at the thought of death, destruction, losing. And as you feel your breath quickening you hear a laugh on your right.

You give Theo a confused look, “What?”

“Your face; it reminded me of how you looked at me when we came here.” He said with a grin

“I- what about my face?” You ask annoyed

“Scared the shit out of me, made a mental note to avoid you after that.” He smirked

You open your mouth as if insulted “First of all, you are doing a terrible job at avoiding me and secondly, I was confused and scared when I saw you three.”

He tilts his head to the side and pretends to think before stating “Mmm no, you were furious, I vividly remember your eyebrows almost touching your hairline.”

You smack his arm with your hand and steal the wine bottle from his hands.

Silence falls again between the two of you, you are the one to break it this time, “I never said sorry, about Blaise.” You turn to look at him, gently, as if treating a wounded wild animal “I am sorry.”

He freezes for a moment and he stares into your eyes, “Thank you.” He whispers before turning his head down to his hands and then plays with his rings.

You hear him sigh and turn to look at him; worried.

"I am sorry." he says looking into your eyes, "For how I acted in school."

"I- it is fine, it's in the past now. Besides, you weren't that bad."

Melancholia hits you suddenly, as you remember your school years. How safe you felt in that place. How good it felt to be somewhere you actually belonged in. You missed studying and then complaining about homework. You missed Hogsmead weekends, but most of all you missed how free you were.

"I miss it.", you say quietly, barely a whisper, mostly for you to hear.

"I don't." he responds

You quickly give him confused look why you silently ask him.

"I miss Blaise, but I don't miss Hogwarts, or my home. I- I want the war to end but at least if I die now it will be my choice, I am free now."

"You think we are free? We are able to sit here thanks to the protective spells by Moody. We can’t leave this place without giving notice. We can barely sleep at night because we are terrified someone will attack us in our sleep. I can't see how any of this is freedom.", you say as you feel anger getting the best of you.

"You and I chose to join the Order, you could've ran away, like so many have. We chose to stay and fight.", he explains

You shake your head annoyed, we chose this he says but you don't see how you were given any choice in the matter. You couldn't simply run away, it wasn't like you. You had to fight, that was the noble thing to do.

"I am here because I have to be, I can't run away from something as important as this, running away was never a choice for me." you say with a hint of anger coating your tongue.

"Maybe you are right, but" he lets out a sigh "Draco, Pansy, we weren't raised like that. We- we are given our duties the moment we are born. Get married, have kids, continue the family line. We have no choice in the matter, or the War. It was a given that we would join the Dar- Him."

You knew that, but never actually put any thought to it. It was easier to call them bad and evil, ignorant. It was easier for you to hate them this way. But why should you hate them, they were children just like you; brought into this without ever asking for it.

"You are right, sorry." you reply finally

"We need to stop saying sorry to eachother."

You have known eachother for six years, and before tonight you never acknowledged one another. House rivalry, blood purists; they never let you grow up in peace. You were divided from the moment the Sorting Hat was placed on your heads. Maybe peace was never truly there.

"This is so weird.", you said dragging the last word, "we wouldn't be here having a civilized conversation if the world hadn't gone to shit. That is so weird."

"It is fucked up, actually." he adds, "But it is true."

As time passes, you get closer to eachother, your shoulders lightly brushing now and your feet leaning on him for support. You feel your eyelids growing heavy and you let your head fall back as you close your eyes, just for a minute, you tell yourself.

You hear your name being gently whispered and feel hands through your hair, brushing locks behind your ear.

"Let's head to bed, yeah?", he gently asks and helps you up.

You both clean up and you head upstairs together; whispering goodnight to eachother and being as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake the others.

As you close your bedroom door, you realize you are still wearing Theos coat, you feel a smile forming on your lips; and are unable to stop it.

You see your diary left open and before you let yourself sleep for the night you pick up your pen and finish what you started earlier.

I wish I had talked to them before the War. Maybe we could have been friends. I can feel my eyes growing heavy, so I am going to explain another time.

Goodnight!

Yours,

A/N:University is coming up and exams are near so I don't know when the next chapters will be up or when I'll have the time to write again. But I will definitely continue this. Until next time 🤍🖤

Also again, sorry for any mistakes, this isn’t proofread and English isn’t my first language

[thelovelylolly]

can you write 23,35 and 28 with robin buckley

Late Night

Summary: Robin can't sleep, you can't sleep, so you two talk until you both can. Warnings: established relationship but reader and robin have different rooms, fluff (let me know if missed anything ofc :)) Word Count: 523 Notes: maya hawke has a chokehold on me (and thank u for the request love!)

You were tossing and turning in your sheets, purposely ignoring the red numbers on your alarm clock that were taunting you. You had stayed up longer than you wanted, catching up on some reading and telling yourself "one more chapter" until it was nearly midnight. Now, your body wouldn't let you fall asleep and it was well past 1 a.m.

You heard your roommate and girlfriend, Robin, open her door and try to quietly shut it. Her door was very squeaky, so it wasn't going to be quiet. Then, you heard some shuffling around outside your door before she carefully opened it.

It was dark, but you could make out her face as she peaked in.

"Hey," you said, sitting up in your bed and letting your covers pool into your lap.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," she quickly replied.

"It's okay. I couldn't sleep," you answered, moving over so there was room on your bed for her and laying down. You lifted the covers on the now empty side as you asked, "you wanna come in?"

Robin nodded wordlessly and walked in, shutting the door behind her. She laid down next to you, facing you and settling in under the covers.

"What are you doing up?" You asked quietly since you two were very close.

"Just...overthinking, I guess."

"About what?"

You lifted your hand up to gently play with her hair, letting a few beats of silence pass.

"Us," she answered quietly. "N-not in a bad way! I...I've just been thinking about us and our relationship. How we've grown and changed. How I've grown and changed. You've made me feel comfortable with myself, which has led me to do some awesome things that I never thought I'd be able to do."

You smiled at her softly, waiting for a moment before moving your hand from her hair to cup her cheek. "And I am so proud of you for that."

She smiled back at you, blush dusting her cheeks. "But you've grown, too. It wasn't all me."

You nodded. "But it was because of you, Rob. You've shown me so many things, you've taught me so many things. I've become a better person because of you. I'm better when I'm with you."

You two stayed like that for a few moments, smiling at each other and letting the other's words sink in. Then, a yawn escaped your lips. Robin yawned soon after.

"We should get some sleep," she said halfway through a yawn.

"We should," you replied, a sleepy smile pulling at your lips.

You shifted around and wrapped your arms around Robin, pulling her closer so she was laying halfway on you. She wrapped her arms around you and hooked one of her legs around yours. You pressed a kiss to the top off her head as you listened to her breathing quickly even out.

"I love you," you murmured, knowing she wasn't going to hear it. You wanted to say it aloud anyway, to put it out into the universe at least.

With a smile on your face, you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

[yanderepuck]

PEEKABOO GUESS WHOS HERE. Not sure why I can only ever find a blurry version of this cg BUT ITS FIIIINE. Also why am I always writing these at midnight WHY CANT I DO IT DURING THE DAY SO I CAN JUST SLEEP

WHY AM I PLAUGED WITH VISIONS NOW. Anyway enjoy the somno you sluts. I have no clue how I'm not out of ideas at this point. Eventually it's going to sound repetitive. Good luck in horny jail

Theo didn't get back to the mansion until late. Arthur dragged him out to get drinks and they both may have had a few too many and stayed until the bar closed.

He stumbled into his room, not even wearing his coat since he felt too warm. He tossed the coat and his shirt onto the chair by his desk and went to fall onto his bed until he saw you laying there.

The light coming in from the moon showed a perfect outline of your body. Theo groaned slightly, now needing to walk to the other side of his bed. He lays down. Still feeling warm he kicks off his pants and rolls over to lay next to you.

You were laying on your back, slightly turned to the side. Theo went to put a hand on your stomach, and ended up going under your shirt. His fingers grazed across your skin as his hand went further up to grope your boob. He squeezed it a few times, cupping it in his hand.

He stayed still for a few moments before sitting up and removing his hand. He tried to unbutton your shirt, but he couldn't see straight and so he just lifted it up over your chest.

The moonlight glistened on your bare body. He smirked looking down at you. Grabbing one breast, then leaning down to start sucking the other. He used his hand to squeeze the one while his teeth teased your nipple.

You started to moan and squirm a little, but Theo didn't stop. He just moved his body between your legs. He started to suck around your nipple, planning on coving you in hickies. After being sure of leaving a few marks his mouth and hand switch places and he did the same on the other.

Still asleep, but you push your chest outward. This just tells him that you want more. With his free hand he reaches between you two and moves your panties to the side, giving him access to your hole.

Already leaking with precum, he presses his tip against you. He groans, starting to get frustrated, but is a little too drunk to be able to just slide into you.

He sits up and pushes your legs further apart. He slides himself into you and moans loudly.

"Fuuuck~"

Have you ever been this tight? He immediately starts thrusting into you, holding onto your hips and making sure your legs stay wide.

The moon shines in just enough for him to be able to watch your tits bounce with each thrust. That alone gets him harder.

You start moaning in your sleep. Theo isn't even going as deep as he could. He's just trying to get some satisfaction before falling asleep. You looked so pretty in the moonlight after all. How could he pass up such a perfect opportunity.

"Such a good little hole," he starts getting deeper, realizing he wants more.

The grip on your hips tightens, holding you down into the mattress. Since your body is stuck in place he gets rougher, getting you to squirm.

He moans again. Pleasure and alcohol is running through his body. He lets go of your hips to lay on you, holding your hands to the bed. He rests his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hot air onto your skin.

As he's getting closer, he's getting rougher. He hears more of your moans and whines.

"What a good little slut," he groans.

Those are the first words you hear when waking up. You're too tired to open your eyes but you feel his cock pumping in and out of you.

"T-Theo.."

You being away doesn't stop him. You actually think he got faster. You try to move but the weight of his body is keeping you in place. Your body still feels partially asleep too.

Your moans get louder as you start to feel more.

"You're a great toy," he moans into your ear. You moan more at this.

Finally he slams into you one last time before filling your hole with cum. He pants into your skin, too tired to pull out let alone get off of you.

You pant, still feeling tired but you're trying to fight it off. You start to think Theo fell asleep on top of you.

"Theo.." you whine. He doesn't say anything and doesn't move, his hardened cock still inside you. You whine again, feeling it twitch inside you. How are you supposed to fall back to sleep now.

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[doeilovr]

[11:27]

You yawn, heavy eyes slowly blinking open. You scan the room, it was still night, moonlight shining through the sheer curtains and illuminating the room in a blue hue.

Your eyes wander to the alarm clock sitting on the side table, a sigh escaping your lips when you realize it's not even midnight yet.

Just then the bedroom door opens behind you, followed by a few loud shuffle sounds. You even hear a faint "sorry".

Your boyfriend Jeno is coming home late as usual. On some days you don't hear him at all, on others he wakes you up on accident, which of course you never admit, telling him you weren't sleeping yet instead.

Today you're awake, but Jeno's doesen't know that apparently. You can't help but smile as the shuffle sounds behind you get louder and Jeno keeps apologizing silently.

Finally he joins you under the warm blankets, as carefully as possible. You turn around with a big smile, Jeno looking at you with wide eyes.

"Don't tell me you've been awake all this time", he gasps.

You shake your head, pecking his lips in a quick motion. "Don't worry, you didn't wake me up or something."

Jeno relaxes, lifting his arm, so you can rest your head on his chest. He plants a kiss on your head and just holds you in silence for some time.

"So how was your day, baby?" Jeno whispers again, something he does unconsciously whenever you cuddle.

"I had a relaxing day at home, did some cleaning, took a long shower, watched a movie", you pause, smiling as you remember your calm day off. "How about you?"

Jeno yawns, "My important meeting went well, practice was great today, for lunch we had takeout, so I was in takeout heaven."

"Takeout heaven, huh", you laugh, Jeno joining in as well.

He only hums in response. "And then I went home and my baby is awake so I get to cuddle. A perfect ending for a perfect day, if you ask me."

You snort, "cheesy."

Jeno rubs your back and plants another kiss on your head. "You know me."

"Yes. And this is why I love you."

"Oh, is it", Jeno chuckles playfully, "I thought it was because of my incredible good looks and abs."

You smack his chest slightly, giggling. "That too", you whisper.

Jeno only smiles. "I love you too."

You cuddle into him more, closing your eyes and focusing on his heartbeat.

"Sweet dreams, honey", Jeno whispers gently.

"Sweet dreams."

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a/n: like mark would say/rap, it's been a minute.. anyway I am back with a timestamp you guys, I've missed this blog and all of you :) I hope you enjoy it and I am happy to be back, sharing my work! <3

yes, I was just busy working the past months as I said, and actually I will obviously also go back to working, but today I had the time and inspo to write this so I just went with it and yea.. I hope you like it! Have a nice weekend :3

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[xxladyballadxx]

Date Night

TF: ROTB Mirage X (human) reader

☁️ ✨Fluff✨☁️

A very special day has arrived where you go on a lovely date with your awesome goofy alien robot boyfriend Mirage. Planning to watch the gleaming stars of wonders up in the dark sky is going to be such a wonderful time for you and . Once you threw on your (f/c) mini dress and a bit of makeup, you slipped your flats on and stepped outside your home where Mirage awaits you. His blue energetic eyes widened when he held his head down to look at you. “Wow, (Y/n), you look…” Mirage motioned his eyes upwards and downwards, gazing upon you admiringly, “You look beautiful.” 

Your cheeks swirled into a warm heated red colour, “Thank you, Mirage.” 

Mirage smiled as he transformed into a Porsche 911 car, he flipped open the car door wide for you, “Shall we go, my lady?” 

“Let’s go.” you entered inside the car form of Mirage, seating at the front where the wheel is. Mirage closed the front door afterwards and drove off down the road while you settled down to relax, letting your alien robot do the driving as always. 

The two of you finally arrived at the destination. An edge of the cliff, a great spot to watch the stars. As soon as you exited the car, Mirage transformed back to his robotic form. “Amazing view..” you set your (e/c) eyes on the  stratosphere that is filled with stars sparkling out of it. 

Mirage sat onto the rocky ground, carefully not to sit too close towards the edge of the cliff otherwise he would end up falling down. You climbed on top of him to sit yourself down onto his lap. 

“Oh how I love to watch stars at night..” You spoke in a soft manner, your eyes being shone on by the stars of heavens. It begins to get cold as the beautiful night goes on, Mirage cuddles you with his gigantic robotic hands around you, being extra careful not to crush you to death. 

“A beautiful night, isn’t it?” Mirage set his glowing blue eyes on the dark sky, watching the stars shooting in different directions. Those stars somehow reminded him of his home planet Cybertron. He wishes to take you one day but would be too risky and Optimus would never allow it. 

“Yeah it is, our own heaven of dreams.” your voice dropped in a soft, soothing manner. You leaned your head back to Mirage’s chest while holding his big hand with your small adorable hand. 

 “A happy place where we can just be ourselves.” Mirage added, shining a smile of joy across his face. You carefully climbed up to his charming face to peck a kiss to his silver lips. “I love you so much, Mirage.” you warmed his machine heart with your loving words. You couldn’t tell if he was blushing or not. Robots can hardly blush since they’re alien robots from outer space. “I love you too, my little spark.” Mirage replied, stroking your hair softly with his robotic finger. 

You cuddled his face with your arms planted on it, feeling the heat of warmth floating over you and your whole body is no longer feeling shivery. You swept back down to sit on his lap once again after cuddling his adorable face for a bit. 

A goofy robotic alien and a sweet human girl spend the rest of the evening watching the stars together. Talking, flirting, complimenting each other and making out a drawing from the gorgeous midnight sky, connecting each little sparkle to see what they came up with. 

You wish this beautiful moment with Mirage would never end…

(A/n) - Damn, I never knew I would write this and I am shockingly in love with an alien robot. Mirage is such a goofball and I love that guy sm! :'') I've watched the new Tranformers movie on Friday with a good friend of mine and it turned out to be quite good. Some people may disagree with me on this but it is surprisingly much better then the previous Transformers movies. Just saying. Anyway, this may look shite but I hope you all like it.

UNTIL NEXT TIME ^_^

[lostarchivesoforpheus]

Hey! I read some of your work and I loved it! When I saw your event, I knew I just had to try it! Especially with one of my favorite cookies!

I'd like...prompt 10 with affogato cookie please? I know he likes sweets so I thought it would fit him really well!

Sweet Tooth

affogato cookie x gn reader

prompt: baking sweets & pastries

warnings: physical touch, mentions of food, reader is a menace (affectionately), possibly ooc(?? idk i finished this at 1 am)

"Darling, I love you with all my heart, but just where do you plan on taking me at 1 in the morning?"

A confused and groggy Affogato Cookie followed closely behind a for some reason very awake and bubbly you, not understanding why you decided to drag him out of bed in the middle of the night. Though, he figured you probably wouldn't be answering his question, as all you said in response was, "It's important!" before continuing to pull him down the hall.

A few minutes later, the two of you found yourselves in the kitchen. Affogato gave you a confused look. "Why-" "We're baking midnight snacks and you can't say no!" You quickly cut him off before you rushed to grab the necessary supplies to make some sweet treats.

"Okay, but why-" "I know you like sweets, and I'm hungry, so it's a win-win! Now help me bake these!" Once again cutting him off, you didn't give him any time to respond before dragging him to the mixing bowl and telling him what to do.

After about an hour, the two of you were finally able to take the snacks out of the oven and properly enjoy eating them. "Here, you can have the first one!" You offered, swiftly placing one of the treats in Affogato Cookie's hands. He looked at you for a moment before taking a bite.

The moment he tasted it, his expression lit up. "Oh wow," he spoke between bites, "It's almost hard to believe we made something so sweet! This is absolutely delicious, dear." You gave him a cheeky grin, "Of course it tastes good! We put our hearts into it, after all!"

He couldn't help but smile at your cheesy statement.

To him, your words tasted sweeter than any snacks he's ever had.

a/n: affogato cookie my beloved,,, ew i hate how i ended this but i ran out of ideas,,, anYWAY IM SORRY I RANDOMLY VANISHED,,, IVE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE FIC & DRAW ARTFIGHT SO I GOT BURNT OUT FAST,, ALSO MY GRANDMA WENT TO THE HOSPITAL TWICE SO YOU CAN GUESS HOW I FELT ABT THAT,,,, on the plus side tho ive been getting into a new game recently and i plan on opening requests for it/putting it on my masterlist after the event is over!! yay,,, for now tho i will be trying to get back to writing and posting event stuff as fast as i can without overexerting myself :,,)) btw sorry for any decrease in quality that might be found in this fic and the next few works, im still recovering from burnout so yeah,,, bye for now

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Hi ❤️ I was wondering if you can write hard thoughts with chan where you visit him late at the studio but you’re super horny and he finds it rather amusing but you end up riding him anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️

lets see what I can come up with whilst suffering with a migraine 🤔

SMUT BELOW CUT – MDNI

warnings: gn!reader, unprotected sex, sex in a public setting (chan's room), pet name (pup)

a soft knock on the wooden door of his studio room is brought to Chan's attention. he takes off his headphones, looking at his phone for the time.

ten minutes past midnight, who could possibly be here at this hour.

“come in!” his voice soft but also hoarse from speaking all day. the door opens, his smile widening as he sees it's you

“hey pup, what are you - oof!” his sentance cut short as you practically throw yourself at him, the door automatically closing shut behind you.

“pup?” you straddle his waist, nose brushing against the skin of his neck. you inhale his musk scent, shivering and whimpering in a needy fashion. you grip onto his hoodie, bundling it up on your hands as you sit flush on his crotch.

“need you. I need you.” you pant. you've been needing his touch since the am when he suddenly had to dash off unexpected during an intimate moment. he told you he would be an hour's tops yet here he is. once again he lost track of time.

“pup, I'm busy.” Chan laughs, holding your hips which are now automatically grinding down on him. you stifle a moan, the friction creating shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body.

“you said... one hour...” you pant, hazy eyes bore into his own, making him swallow.

“i-i know pup but i–”

“one hour, Chan!” you whimper in annoyance. “you left me, high and dry!”

“pup...” his boner poking you through the material of your clothing, his grip tightening on your hips. he did say one hour after all so to see you in this state is understandable.

“take responsibility, Chan!” you groan. Chan grunts as he stands up from his seat with you, hands under your ass to keep you up and safe. he sits on the sofa, looking at you with a smirk.

“okay.” he simply states. you swallow, taking of the bottom half of yours and his clothing, before lining him up. you both hiss at the feeling of penetration, his thickness stretching you and your warmth making it unbearable for him.

“shit...” Chan grunts, taking his hoodie off and throwing it to the side. you hold onto his shoulders, starting off with slow and rhythmic bounces before the pleasure gets the better of you both.

movements sloppy and uncoordinated, lips attacking whatever skin they could find. purple bruises and scratch marks on your bodies. the sound of skin slapping on skin with moans, grunts and whimpers adding into the mix.

Chan thrusting from below to match your desperate movements, getting some amusement from the way your eyes slowly roll to the back of your head, eyelids fluttering close.

“i love watching you bounce on my cock, maybe I should leave you high and dry more often if this is the consequence.”

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[reasonablerodents]

So for your drabble requests collection. I would love it if you could write a ficlet about vampire Hotch having a thirst for Spencer, who's so beautifully willing (read horny) when he at last dares to drink from him.

I am nothing if not an absolute simp for absolutely anything to do with vampires and this is just suuuuuuch a good prompt!!!!! I had so much fun writing this and listening to Bauhaus and The Damned, really getting into those spooky (and hopefully) sexy vibes.

There’s no real description of the environment in this but feel free to imagine the most ott Anne Rice sort of deal because that’s totally what I was thinking.

Sanctum Sanctorum (M)

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Vampire AU, Blood Drinking

* * * * * * * * * *

“Please,” Spencer breathes, tilting his head to the side to expose the delicate blue veins in his neck. “I know that you want this, Aaron.”

Of course he does. How, in any possible universe, could he not? Resisting the urge for this long has been torture, just as painful as a silver crucifix being pressed into his skin- and he knew how much that hurt, still had the scar to prove it.

“You need to be sure, Spencer.” Hotch tells him seriously, although if he had a heartbeat he’s sure it would be faster than it’s ever been. He cups Spencer's jaw with one cold hand, making him look directly into his eyes. “If I do this, we’ll be linked forever. Drinking directly from someone isn’t the same as blood that’s been stored, you know this. There’s nothing I’ll be able to do to sever our bond.”

“I know,” Spencer agrees, his sincerity visible even in the dim moonlight. “And that’s why I want it. I want you.”

Hotch knows that there’s no point in arguing further. Spencer had been trying for months, almost immediately after they’d started these midnight trysts. Every time, he’d got closer to giving in, a little more of his resolve weakened. By this point, the wall surrounding his urges was little more than a pile of rubble.

He uses his grip on Spencer's face to tilt his head further to the side, getting him exactly where he wants him. One hand goes to Spencer’s thigh, just close enough to his crotch to be tempting but too far for any actual contact- after all, Spencer had been teasing him for this long, it was his turn now.

Hotch gently lowers his head, licking over Spencer's neck in preparation, feeling the warmth of the blood as it rushes under the thin skin. He doesn’t need to breathe, but he does so anyway before he opens his mouth properly, indulging in one final nod to humanity before it leaves him completely.

The second Hotch’s fangs pierce him, Spencer moans, eyes fluttering closed as his lips open, his breath coming out in short pleasured gasps. Hotch can quite literally taste his arousal; it flows through his blood like a perfume, sweet yet dirty, a filthy and hedonistic undercurrent to it all.

He grips harder onto Spencer’s thigh when the younger man tenses up with another low moan, automatically jerking up into the air in a desperate search for friction.

“Please, Aaron,” he whispers reverently. “Touch me.”

[riddledwithrats]

In The Midnight Hour

Oz Cobblepot x afab!reader

Chapter Two: Everyone Must Stand Alone

-chapter one, chapter three

Summary: Falcone confronts the reader and she pays for it dearly.

Words: 2,203

Warnings: abusive relationship, slight hurt/comfort, swearing, violence, light nsfw scene (18+ pls)

A/n: hopefully this one is as good as the first on lol, i had a lot of fun writing it. oh and of course i jumped at the idea of rewriting the deleted scene with selina to fit the story, that’s pretty much what inspired the story lol. anyways, enjoy!!

Walking into the club before it opened was always a shock, it looked so strange and out of place without the writhing bodies and booming music. The only thing that could be seen or heard was the rushing of the waiters and bartenders, and every once in a while the squeal or giggle of one of the dancers in the dressing room.

You spot Oz making his way down the stairs from his office, he looks like he’s broken a little bit of a sweat and is in a hurry. Despite this, he still opens his arms wide and smiles big when he sees you as his brace clacks gently on the final step. He greets you with an unexpected hug, his big hand engulfing the back of your neck in a friendly embrace.

These past few weeks you’ve been hanging out with Oz before going to see Carmine, even after that it still surprises you with how physically affectionate he is. Oz shuffles back a little and kisses you on the forehead before stepping back to take you in. He nods his head at your outfit choice and gives you a thumbs-up that makes you giggle.

You both know not to make any mention of these meetings to Falcone, you doubt Carmine would see it as innocuously as it is.

“Alright, sweetheart. I wish I could stay longer but I gotta take care of some stuff.” He grins wide, his gold teeth glinting in the already dim light of the club. He pats you on the back gently as you say a hushed goodbye, he walks off towards the bar and you make your way to the elevator.

You press the elevator button and the doors close incredibly slowly. You watch Oz at the bar, he’s speaking with a bartender. He throws his hands up and says something unintelligible right before the elevator doors finally shut.

When the doors finally creak open, you get an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Falcone's office is empty except for him, he’s sitting wide-legged in his leather chair. He’s turned to face out the large window, his hand is underneath his resting chin.

You walk in slowly, worried that ur clacking heels are disturbing him as you can tell he’s deep in thought. He turns his head in acknowledgment and beckons you forward with a come-hither motion of his pointer finger. You speed up and find yourself standing at his towering side.

For such an older man, he could be very imposing at times.

“Why don’t you sit down here, angel?” Carmine pats his lap gently, his soft voice calms you down a little. He looks at you softly. “Am I enough for you, baby?”

The words take you by surprise, behind his sunglasses you can see small tears building up in his eyes. Could this really be a moment of vulnerability? Or is it a trick?

“Of course, Mr. Falcone, you’re all I need.” You answer steadfastly. He turns his head to look you in the eyes, and that long-lost feeling of attraction towards him comes back in full force. His eyes look no longer hollow, but a sort of bittersweet affection settles in their reflection.

You lean forward and catch his lips in a small kiss, you lean your forehead on his when you lean back. “Is everything alright, Mr. Falcone?”

He grunts softly and looks out the window for a few seconds, but his gaze turns back towards you and there’s a low fire stirring in it. “Of course, angel.”

Carmine shifts you slightly on his lap so you’re fully facing him, his large, slender hands wrapping themselves around your hips. His touch sends a heat barreling down to your core, he hasn’t made you feel like this in a very long time. A small part of you is terrified of what urged this sudden change in demeanor. If he’s found out about your chats with Oz, you’re going to have to think of some very convincing lies, very fast.

“Y’know… I’ve been thinking about you, girl.” His voice isn’t suited to talking so softly, the low sound is making it rumble in a way you’ve never heard before. You ask him -in the smallest, most inconspicuous, voice you can muster- what he’s been thinking of.

“Thinking about those lips of yours…” He leans forward, his hand gently sliding up into your hair. He runs his hands through the strands gently for a few seconds, and your heart begins to thump in anticipation, perhaps even desperation.

But any good feeling you have is cut short when he snags your hair in an iron grip, he roughly whips your head back so your neck is exposed and he pushes your face next to his.

“You’ve been lying to me, girl.” His voice cuts through the thick air like a knife, you begin to whimper and thrash in his grasp but he’s stronger than he looks. He pushes you off of him and onto the floor.

He straddles your hips, the hips he had just caressed so gently not seconds ago. Carmine's hands wrap themselves around your neck in a quick motion, his grimacing face is right in front of yours.

“What? Did you think I wouldn’t notice? All you ever FUCKING DO is stare at him with those godawful eyes of yours, you want him to fuck you don’t you, you whore.” He shouts at you but you can barely hear over the thumping of your own heart in your ears. You keep gasping for breath, but your head instinctively shakes your head ‘No.’

He seems to come to his senses at this, your vehement refusal of his insinuation makes him rethink his actions. His hands unfurl from your neck but they don’t move very far, they keep you pinned underneath him at your shoulders. His grip is excruciating.

“You got five fucking seconds to explain yourself, girl.” He growls at you, his spit splattering onto your face with the force of his words. His eyes burn into yours, you can almost feel the pain he so desperately wants to inflict on you as you try to regain your breath.

“M-Mr. Falcone, I’m so sorry…”

You cough.

“I-I never liked him, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want him.”

Carmine looks at you with doubt written all over his face. “I don’t believe you, girl.”

“Please, Mr. Falcone… He’s... He’s…”

You have to think of something, anything that’ll convince him you don’t like Oz. You have to do it fast.

“I don’t like him… He repulses me, I don’t want him, not like how I want… you, Mr. Falcone.” The lie fumbles its way past your lips. You look up at him with tears in your eyes and your spit dribbling down your face.

“I-I… I hate him, Carmine.”

You hadn’t heard the elevator doors open, but you did hear the sigh around ten feet away from where you and Falcone were on the floor. Your eyes flick from Falcone's fury to the deep brown, disappointed eyes behind him.

You’re disoriented but the large man next to the elevator is easy to recognize. His wide shoulders and hefty weight give him a formidable figure, but his crestfallen face makes him appear softer than usual.

“Oz…” You whisper, but Carmine whips his arm back and crushes his fist into your head with a crack. You blackout immediately.

It’s a few hours before you wake up, and it’s to a throbbing beat coming from outside of Oz’s office. You’re laid delicately on his sofa, and his large, purple blazer is strewn across you. Your head is pulsing intensely and the left side of your head feels like it’s been split in half.

Opening your eyes felt like a chore, but it wasn’t nearly as difficult as keeping a thought in your head.

“You awake, sweetheart?” A soft voice mumbles next to you, and it’s at that moment that you notice the large, hefty hand gently running its fingers across your hair. Your head is close to his thigh, his left hand trying so hard not to hurt you in any way.

You make a noise of confirmation. “O-Oz? What happened?” You remember the fight with Carmine but you aren’t sure why you’re here of all places.

“It’s alright, doll, you just relax. Carmine and I had a chat.” His voice is comforting, it never wavers once and it brings a sense of calm over you. Your head is still throbbing but you can almost forget it when you lean back and meet his gaze. He’s been crying. You can tell, his eyes are red and watery and the skin around them is irritated from incessant wiping away tears.

You reach your left hand out towards his face, he lets you run your fingertips over his scarred cheek.

“I know you just got your shit rocked but… I can’t help wonderin’, sweetheart… Did you mean all that back there? ‘Bout how I… repulse you?” He says it like he doesn’t care like it might even be a joke to him, but his eyes give him away when they well up with a fresh set of tears. Oz starts to choke up when you don’t respond but he covers it up by clearing his throat.

“Look, uh, I talked with Carmine. He ain’t gonna bother you no more, I don’t want you to have to go back to him, he’s a brute.” Oz grunts and stands up in one fluid motion, although his bad leg jostles awkwardly once he takes a step toward the massive window overlooking the club.

“What did you do, Oz?” Your blood runs cold, Falcone was furious. There’s no way Oz could’ve made any kind of case for you that would convince Carmine to spare you.

“I didn’t do NOTHING, okay!” Oz shouts.

You jump back at his tone as his hand comes up to rub at the side of his face and down to his neck. He turns back towards you with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry. We just made a deal, alright? He won’t go near you and you won’t his problem anymore, that’s it.” He looks exasperated and tired like he sat awake next to you as the hours passed when you were unconscious. He probably did.

“Look, I know he was paying you, so what do you need to get through the month?” He begins to pull out his wallet. Your eyes widen in surprise and immediately begin to decline.

“No, no, it’s alright!” You wave your hands gently and stand up so you’re directly in front of him.

“No, it’s not. I’m telling you, it’d drive me crazy if I knew you didn’t have an income anymore, just let me do this.” His signature grin is back, and he’s counting out hundred-dollar bills. His ring clicks gently against a money clip he pulls out of the wallet.

“Oz!” You laugh in disbelief.

“C’mon, I don’t mind! Don’t you know how I feel about you by now? I’d do anything for you.” He whispers the end of his sentence as he hands you the stack of money, clipped together with gold and his initials. His outburst of vulnerability takes you back, how long has he felt this way?

“Oh, Oz… I don’t want your money. I can’t take that.” You step back slowly, gently pushing away his outstretched hand holding the money.

He looks offended for a second, his eyes beginning to well up with tears again, his lip quivering gently. But his air of mock humor comes back and he’s trying to smile through the obvious pain on his face.

“What? Not good enough for you?” He chuckles quietly, but he doesn’t put away the money, still insistent you have it. You’re not exactly sure what he means, whether he’s afraid you don’t want it because it’s ‘dirty’, or simply because it’s him giving it to you.

“No, Oz… It’s not like that.” You look away, scared to meet his watery brown eyes. Oz steps forward, his thick fingers softly turning your chin so you’re facing him. He leans down, an insecure but all too ambitious look finds him.

“I know you don’t see it yet, honey -nobody does- but Falcone ain’t gonna be around forever…” He whispers almost threateningly, his hands come up to your sides to grip your hips, but not roughly. “One day this city’s gonna be mine.”

When he steps back it’s like you can finally breathe, he took all the air out of your lungs as he looked you in the eye. His sudden passion has stunned you, you almost don’t hear him when he talks next.

“I’ll send for a car to take you home, sweetheart.” He says gently before shutting the door behind him, leaving you all alone in his plush office.

Your hands come to rest across your body and grip your hips. You feel something square in one of your pockets and pull it out suspiciously… It’s the clip of hundred-dollar bills. A small laugh bubbles out of you.

“Oh, Oz… I see it, of course, I see it. You're the only one who could take this city from him.”

[not-alien-girl-v]

Hello! Could I request a tate langdon x trans male reader? (Sorry for requesting tate I know you get him alot)

note: you know what you are right i do get tate a lot but the tumblr girlies have been eating him up lately so this one goes out to the transmascs and/or tate lovers. also writing this on my phone and my fat ass thumbs are not doing all that work of clicking shift so this will be all lowercase. anyway i’m writing this sleep deprived at midnight so i am going to wake up tomorrow morning and forget i wrote this most likely

warning: language probably idk i write my warnings before i write the fic and i just predict what the fuck im going to add in idk i should stop

the dead of winter makes things feel quiet. you barely hear your mom in the kitchen though you are just in the room over. it’s not snowing outside, it doesn’t do that in la, like, ever, but it would be nice maybe once.

you feel the vibration of your phone. you’re sitting on the couch and it’s in the back pocket of your jeans and you don’t want to stand up to fish it out so you flop yourself sideways and grab it. you have three notifications, and in your mind, you make a mental ranking of their importance.

3. bereal went off, though it happened hours ago and you don’t bother to take the picture because who cares

2. about 46 minutes ago, your friend texted your other friend in the group chat, talking about some concert tonight for people you’ve never even heard of before

1. your boyfriend, tate, texted about the same concert, but in this case, offering to take you with him to the show

not to play favorites, but a night out alone with your boyfriend sounds like more fun than a night with your freaky little friends. sure, they were a barrel of monkeys… in their own way, but you’d much prefer a long night in working at a puzzle with them than a raging concert.

‘?’ Tate texts again. You opened his text and he saw the read receipt but you’ve just been sitting there contemplating the meaning of life for minutes now.

‘maybe’ you reply and renter your deep thought once more. it would be fun, you’d have a good time and he’d be happy… but you have been wearing your binder for at the very least 10 hours now, and you had plans to take it off in a little bit (granted you were procrastinating) and that was something you didn’t want to deny yourself.

they say you’re not supposed to exercise in a binder, but that’s never stopped you. back in high school, you had PE 3rd period, and it’s not like you were just gonna go through the trouble of taking it off for a one hour block every single day and then put it back on once the class is over.

that’s the same now, though you don’t have a PE class, you are an avid mosher in the pit and you don’t want to be boobs flying everywhere. you don’t even want boobs at all, but top surgery is expensive, and your insurance only covers testosterone shots so you make do with what you can.

‘maybe?’ he texts back and he didn’t include it in the text, but you can feel a :( radiating from his end of the line.

‘tummy kinda hurts idk’ another thing, he doesn’t know you’re trans. it’s no big deal, truly, you know he’d be super supportive and respectful if you came out and nothing would change between the two of you but that doesn’t take away any of your fear of telling him. this relationship has been going on for 6 months now, and it seems like the longer you wait to say something, the more awkward it will be once you do.

‘:(‘ he texts and you frown a little as well in real life, and you put your phone on the table and walk into the kitchen. your mom is baking those little sugar cookies from target with the snowmen on them and you swear if you got close enough, you could eat an entire tray full of them.

but you’ve already spoiled your dinner enough with the potato chips you now realize you’ve abandoned in the living room and walk back to your room.

your bedroom is small yet well decorated, giving it a cozy aura, even more when you light a peppermint candle. you finally remove your binder and it feels like a breath of fresh air for the first time today. twisting your arms around, you stretch out and then put on a tank top and bundle up in your bed because it’s so damn cold out.

you put your headphones over your ears and play some random song off a playlist tate made for you and all is well in the world until you think you hear your mom screeching your name from the kitchen. of course, the second you pause the music and rip of the headphones, it’s dead silence once more, so you put them back on. there’s the noise again. if she’s really trying to contact you, she can just text you rather than test out her echolocation skills.

a moment later, she does text you.

‘someone at the door go get it’

as polite as ever, you have no choice but obey and slump to the front door, unhappy that your unwinding time has been interrupted by some rando at the door. when you open the door (albeit, grumpily), it’s not a rando, but it is in fact your boyfriend.

“tate! what are you doing here?” you don’t mean to sound so unhappy about his presence, it just comes out like that and of course you notice how quickly his eyes trail downwards on your body. you follow them too, until they land on your uncaged boobs. shit. “oh, um.”

“aren’t you going to invite me in?” he doesn’t say anything you thought he would and for that, you hold the door open for him and step aside to let him in.

“so, what are you doing here?” you ask again since he didn’t respond the first time.

“you said your stomach hurt, and mine kinda hurt too, so i thought i could come over and we could be in pain together. what do you think?” the whole time he’s been making his way to your bedroom, though he hadn’t been in your house very many times, he knew where he was going. he kicks off his shoes at the base and launches himself onto your duvet.

“you’re so thoughtful,” you crawl in next to him and hook one leg between his own, immediately experiencing the glory of his body heat.

“i tend to think so.” there’s that silence again. sometimes peaceful, sometimes deafening, because you know there’s something left unsaid. so you open your mouth again.

“um, so, about the boobs thing,” you start and pause to swallow, realizing you must look like a nervous character on tv right now.

“it’s okay.”

“it is?” you don’t dare lift your head to look him in the eye.

“of course. it doesn’t matter to me. you’re still hot,” he pokes you in the side and you chuckle at him.

“stop it, you silly goose,” you joke back and you can feel the physical cringe his body does.

“and i love you no matter what,” it’s quiet, but you hear it, muffled by your cringe minecraft bedspread. you love him too.

[bathroomgirl0024]

Here are some monokuma x reader prompts

Reader that is scared of monokuma but slowly warms up to him.

Monokuma reacting to reader surviving an execution and confessing their feelings

Monokuma walking in on reader changing

How monokuma would react to reader falling asleep hugging him

You can use any of these!!

3:thank you for the prompts!!! I will be doing the last one) (Under the cut because Oh My God I did not expect this to be this long (IT IS VERY LONG). Anyways I am really sorry if this is bad, but please give me criticism to improve on my writing skills)

It was nighttime, you can’t sleep 

Every position you tried to sleep in wasn’t making you any more comfortable 

You tried stretching, flipping your pillow, and other things you knew that help you in falling asleep 

...But, no matter what you did, you weren't able to completely relax 

Was it because of the killing game? The thought of someone breaking into your room and... 

And... 

You shook off that thought and tried to sleep again 

but still... 

You got off your bed and decide to pace in your room, trying to think about what you could do for sleep. 

And then, you had an idea! 

You can’t really ask anyone else for this, considering how embarrassing that would be (and you don't know if they'll kill you in your sleep, so best to avoid the chance) 

So, you did the next best thing, 

”Hey, Monokuma! Get over here!” 

...Well, he is a teddy bear 

You brace yourselves for the bear to show up 

… 

...But, for some reason, the bear didn't show up. You guess he's sleeping too, if he even needed sleep- 

"My, my, what's this?" The sudden noise made you jump, whirling around to see-, "A midnight rendezvous? Howww interesting~" 

"Uh..." Monokuma appeared, standing on your bed and giggling into his paws 

"So, why did ya call me at this hour for, huh? Were you going to ask me out on a late night date~?" He rubs the back of his head, acting flattered at the thought. Before you could deny it however, he quickly continued, “Or maybe... You want to kill someone, and you need some help with it?” He giggles again, a “puhuhuhuhu!” escaping his mouth 

”No, no, not that,” You respond, trying to find the words to not make this sound weird, “But...Can I...” 

“Can you...What? Hurry up, We don’t have all night!” Oh no, He’s starting to get angry. You close your eyes, breath in, and- 

“Can I hug you?” You finally ask him 

"…” Monokuma arms dropped to his side and he stared at you. You stared back at him. He was so still that he looked like he stopped working, until… 

"…Really? That's it?" 

“…” 

“That's ALL!?” Monokuma snapped, “You call me into your room in the middle of the night, just so you could ask for a hug!?” 

You stare at him, saying nothing, which caused Monokuma to start groaning 

”Stupid, making me waste my time...,” He grumbles, placing a paw on his forehead in annoyance, which quickly turns into sharp claws , ”First of all, didn’t I tell you already? I am not a teddy bear, I am Monokuma! Mo-no-ku-MA! I’m not some stuffed animal made for snuggling or whatever, so get that through you damn head already, got it?! And another thing,” His face darkens, ”You do know that touching me will get you killed, right?” 

”But that only happens if I hurt you, doesn’t it?,” you immediately refute, ”It's against the rules to be violent against you, and I'm not going to be violent. I'm just going to hug you for a while and that's it. Now please just let me do it so I could sleep.” 

Monokuma stares at you for while, you wait in anticipation for the answer… 

Finally, he sighs, head dropping, and mumbling a small, ”Fine, okay, I'll let you hug me...” 

There we go, it worked! You open your mouth to thank him. 

And you're immediately cut off as he continues, ”...But in return, you'll have to pay me 150 million dollars!” 

What 

”What?-” 

”This isn't something I'd be doing for free, y’know, I’m just so cute that you‘d have to put a price on it! Besides, that’s just a discount, I’m tens, no, thousands of times more worth than just that!” 

You’re in shock, “Are you kidding me? I don’t have that kind of money!” 

”Oh, okay then. Guess you won't be getting that hug!” He turns to leave- 

”WAIT! Wait...” You try to think of an excuse, “I’ll... pay you after I get out of this place” 

”Woah! Really! You’re even considering killing someone for payment. Y-you must be really desperate to touch me!” 

”I’m not going to kill anyone, just-just let me hug you.” You're starting to get tired, (maybe it will help you in sleeping...?) 

”Okay, okay, sit down...” You sit back down on your bed, watching Monokuma waddle over (almost tripping) and place himself onto your lap like a seat, “I’ll let you hug me for a while, but if you try something, you know what's gonna happen~” 

You ignore him, noticing that he was slightly heavy. Must be the robot parts... 

You wrap your arms around the bear and pull him close, while he blushes and cups his cheeks 

”Kyaaaa~! Doesn't being held in someone’s arms just feel wonderful~?” 

Still ignoring him, you lay down and try to relax (...Which was kind of ironic, considering your holding a walking murder machine for some shut eye). You can hear some sounds of the motors and gears inside him, but it's kind of hard to listen to it, considering the soft, fluffy skin-fur covering it, muffling the sounds. He was also... kind of warm, and... smelled, like vanilla, and...and... 

… 

”...(Y/N)?” Monokuma turned his head to look at you, ”Hey, (Y/N), You there...? Did you fall asleep or somethin’” 

After receiving no response, he turned himself completely so he could get a better angle at you face. Surely enough... 

”Oh,” He quietly says, “Guess I’m just so soft and cuddly that I could just put anyone to sleep!” He snickers, “but I’m pretty surprised! Asking me of all people to do something like this, maybe you really do have feelings for me, hmm? Not that I’d blame you, of course...” He coos as he pinches your cheek, which results in your face twitching but no response 

Monokuma looks around, and to your arms gently holding him, “Oh well, I guess I’ll be sleeping over...” He stretches and rests a side of his face to your chest, rubbing his cheek against it to make himself more comfortable, “G’night, sleep tight…or whatever…” 

For the rest of the night, there was peaceful silence (Aside from the weird snoring Monokuma was making)

Bonus (Because I took too long for this stuff): 

You woke up from your slumber 

It seemed that... hugging Monokuma helped in your sleeping after all! 

That’s... kind of a weird thing to think about- 

”Riseee and Shineee, Ursine~” You jump, again, and whipped your attention to your side where Monokuma was standing, looming over you, “Looks like you finally woke up! And your morning face looks pretty good too! Not perfect, but pretty good!” 

You sit up, watching the bear with his arms behind his back, “Oh, good… morning, monokuma. Were, were you here since-" 

"Of course!” he beams, “I got too tired to leave and decided to keep you company instead~ Besides, I’ve been really lonely these days, everyone is just so mean to me! And you’re the only one who’s done something nice to me (  >_<)!” 

How did he-nevemnind, he continues, “…But anyway, I actually did leave for a bit and came back with something for you, think of it as a gift from me, Aren’t I so generous~” 

He reveals the thing he was hiding behind his back, and-! 

...and throws it at your face 

It’s a plush replica of Monokuma 

“Whenever you have any trouble sleeping, feel free the hug this amazing life-sized Monokuma doll! It’s almost like the real thing, almost!” 

You look down at the stuffed animal on your lap, picking it up to look at it closer, it looks, actually no, was just like Monokuma, but with a dead stare on its face. It’s also less heavy than him, probably because it was completely full of stuffing, and with no metal and wires in it. 

You pulled it into a hug, gently holding it in your arms like you did with the real one. It was soft, and warm, and smelled like vanilla, too. 

You focused on the Monokuma doll for a while, enjoying the comfort it brought, to the point that you almost forget the real one was still in your room, “Now what do we say after receiving a gift-" 

"Thank you, Monokuma," You quickly respond, “I… really appreciate it." 

He stares at you for a moment, watching you cuddle the plush and lay back down. He turns and jumps off your bed, “Well, I guess I’ll be going now…” He waddles to the door, making oddly cute noises with every step, along with the sound of the door creaking open. 

Until those noises stops, and you hear Monokuma's voice once again, “Oh, and by the way, that will be an extra 80 dollars along with the 150 million! So ya better pay up for both em!” The door finally slams shut, but not before Monokuma's cackles about how “filthy rich!” he was going to be 

You try your best to ignore the now horribly large debts you owe to the bear now, and decide to rest again, this time holding your newly-received present 

Maybe you’ll have 5-, 10 more minutes of sleep before fully waking up. 

[cassiopeiasdaughter]

the great war

Theodore Nott xfem!reader

part of the midnights collection

December 31st, 1998

Dear Diary,

So much has happened, I don’t know where to start.

The past month has been eventful, to say the least. As far as the Horcrux hunt goes, the boys managed to destroy two of them, almost one month ago, and Hermione thinks they’ll be going to Hogwarts by the end of January. 

Hogwarts has been shut down, unofficially; classes have stopped and the only ones staying there are the teachers and the students who have nowhere else to go. Professor Lupin said that most of the muggleborns have fled the country with their families.

I worry about the boys going back there, especially now, it isn’t safe with Snape as Headmaster and the Carrows there. They shouldn’t be going there alone.

The attacks against muggleborns and muggles, are more frequent now than ever. There is a station on the radio, spreading news and updating the supporters of the Order.

From what we’ve been hearing, things aren’t going as well as we’d like them to. Moody says that, even if we destroy the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort, there will still be so many Death Eaters and werewolves left and they will try to continue his work.

Not to mention, the politicians who secretly support him. It just feels like no matter what we do, they will still keep appearing. So how will it ever end? 

You feel panic creeping up on you again, and you stop for a moment, laying your head on top of your desk, hoping that if you shut your eyes, you will forget everything for just a few seconds. But you don’t. Instead you decide to focus on something else and you continue writing.

Andromeda Black has been visiting us, her husband is also fighting and her daughter moved in with us. And, in case it wasn't clear, she is Dracos aunt. I think she wants to fix their relationship, Narcissa and Andromeda were close growing up and from the way she talks about her sister I can tell how much she misses her.

Draco is the only person tying her to her sister- and her old family. I am sure she is proud of him. Proud of all of them.

We, have also grown closer to them, it is ridiculous to think how every time I’d stumble across Pansy Parkinson at school, I would feel anxious over the things she would say to me, but now- now we laugh together almost every night.

We all sit together and talk about school and our past, but only about the good stuff. Pansy makes fun of Theo and Draco, and how difficult they were back at school. How Draco would constantly talk about Harry when they sat in their common room. 

She remembers how one time, Blaise invented a drinking game, where every time that Draco would mention Harry, they would take a shot of whatever alcohol they had. She woke up with a pounding headache the next morning next to Theo who looked sick and Blaise who had gone to the bathroom at least three times.

And worst of all, Draco was sober and kept on blabbering about quidditch and how unfair it was that “undisciplined-Potter” won almost at every game.

Pansy told us the other day that even if things go terribly and we all die, at least she made girl-friends and didn’t end up alone with a whiny Draco and a moody Theo- her words not mine.

Theo and I have also grown close this past month. After the last time I wrote you, he visited me in my room and asked if he could sleep here. I let him in and turned the rug by my bed into a mat. Anyway, he slept there that night, and the next one and everynight after that.

He says he doesn’t get nightmares anymore, he feels safe now; and he can fall sleep easier. And to be honest, I have also been sleeping better, ever since that night. It isn’t only easier for me to fall asleep, but when I wake up I feel safe, and I can calm down faster than when I am on my own. 

I didn’t realize how much I craved to be near someone until Theo started sleeping here, how easier it gets when you have someone by your side. 

He usually knocks on my door a few minutes before midnight, we lay in our beds and talk until one of us falls asleep. 

He is kind and funny, and if it weren’t for the War I could fall we could be more than housemates-who-can’t-sleep-by-themselves and-need-eachother. But, we could die at any moment and living in a fantasy will not help me; and neither will getting my hopes up over nothing. 

We spent Christmas morning together, we woke up very early, and those who were not on a mission were still asleep. He made us spiked-hot chocolate, and we exchanged Christmas stories, until the others woke up.

That morning he told me about his childhood and how he would spend Christmas with the Malfoys, because his father didn’t want him around.

He asked me about my childhood and I told him about visits at the Burrow, and that one year when I spent Christmas at Hogwarts; raiding the kitchen with the students who were also there; and then listening to Hagrid’s stories at night.

Last week, I think the day after Boxing Day, I heard him talking in his sleep. Usually, he is the one to wake me up, whenever I have a nightmare, but that day the opposite happened. 

He was thrashing in his sleep and mumbling words that I can’t remember, he told me once that he dreams of Blaises death. I woke him up and

You raise your head and look outside your window as you recall that night. 

You were on your knees next to him, desperately trying to wake him up. Tears were dropping on his cheek and he kept grunting as if he was in physical pain; you shook his shoulder hard enough that he woke with a deep sigh.

The look on his face haunts you to this day, it is something you never want to see again. You lightly grabbed his face and whispered “It was only a dream.”, but he didn’t seem to believe you. He looked at you in silence, and grabbed your wrist, willing you to stay there with him and not move.

After a few minutes, he let you go and whispered “I am sorry.”, you could have just gone back to your bed, he was fine, he had snapped out of it. But you felt something tugging at your chest, and you just couldn’t let go.

You grabbed your blanket from your bed and draped it over you, as you laid down at his makeshift bed. He was nervous at first, at how different this was, from your usual sleeping situation, but after a few seconds he laid next to you and guided you to rest your head on his shoulder, while he kept you close with his arms.

You slept in each others arms that night, but when the morning came you woke up alone with only his scent there to hug you.

You never spoke about that night, and you still pretend it never happened…

In a few hours it will be new years day. 1999. I feel numb, it almost doesn’t feel real. Time is moving and the world is changing, every day, but I feel stuck. I am stuck inside this house and in this war that no-one asked for.

I keep losing people and I can’t see how that is ever going to change. I just hope, wish, that the War ends this year, and the new millennia doesn’t start with violence and death. Is it selfish to also wish that I make it out alive, without losing anyone else that I love?

You hear a knock on your door and quickly hide your diary. “Come in.”, you say and the door opens to reveal Theo in his usual sweatshirt, holding his pillow with an apologetic smile.

It is the same look he has every night, he told you once that he feels awful for burdening you like this, and as he tried to leave your room you stopped him “I want you here, it helps me too.”, you explained and he laid back down.

“Hi.” You say softly and move to your bed. 

You both lay down, you on your bed and he in his; but you are both on your sides, facing eachother.

“Theo?”, you softly ask and he replies with a “mm”

“Do you think it will end?”

“The war or the world?”, he asks yawning

“Both?”

“Yes.” , he replies softly

“Which one?”

“Both.”, he says as he rests his head on his head and looks up at you “I just don’t know, which of the two, we’ll get to experience.”

“What will you do, if you survive the war?”, you ask, wanting to change the subject before a full blown existential crisis hits you, minutes before the new year.

“It depends.”, he says seriously 

“On what?”

“In your scenario, will you also have survived the war?”

“I hope so.”, you say with a laugh

“Well then, there is this house that I used to visit, with my parents, when my mother was still alive”, he quickly tells you “It is in the countryside and the healers said that it would be good for her health, to live away from the city.” 

“I would go there, and you should come with me.” He says and earns a surprised look form you

“You can see the stars from there, very clearly, because it is so far away from the city lights”, he begins describing in a way that tells you that, this house and perhaps the memories he has from there are significant to him.

“And it is by the coast, so you can sit by the beach and forget about anything that troubles you. And it has a huge library, with so many books, you would love it there.”, he finishes, and you can tell by his movements and the way his eyes stare into yours, that he is getting tired as each minute passes. 

“Mmm sounds nice.”, you reply slowly

“What about you?”, he asks then

“Hm, if I survive this war and you are still alive I’ll make you take me to that house, because now I am curious to see it.”, you say smiling, earning a smile back from him “You don’t go there anymore?” 

“No, my father couldn’t visit it; after my mother passed, it reminded him of her.”

“Do you remember her? Your mom?”, you wonder

“No, not really. I remember she was kind and quiet. Maybe it is better she died, I don’t think she would’ve survived this war.”, he says now with a hint of nostalgia in his words

“You never talk about your parents.”, he points out, not in an accusing manner, but curious.

“Yeah, I- miss them, too much. I- it hurts talking about them.”, you say and it is true.

Whenever you think of your parents questions are shot at you; Are they okay? Are they safe? Will I ever see them again? It is easier to try and forget about them; for now, until it is safe for them to be with you again.

“It is almost midnight.”, Theo says, snapping you out of your thoughts

“It is almost new year.”, you exclaim “Come here, for the countdown.”, you ask craving the feel of someone near you.

He lays on your bed, facing you still, and instinctively he grabs your hands in his as he looks at you; opening himself to you, letting his emotions and thoughts show. Letting you see them.

“Will you really take me to your lake house if we make it out alive?”, you ask half-jokingly

“It’s a beach house. And yes.”, he replies seriously 

“Then I will stay alive for that.”, you promise him. You will stay alive because the world is worth saving, you will stay alive because he gives you hope and something to look forward.

You will stay alive for yourself and the people you love, but also for him. The sound of fireworks snap you out of your thoughts.

The New Year has officially come. And the person you are spending this moment with is Theodore Nott, how could anyone ever prepare you for this moment?

What could they say to convince you that someday, you would lay in your bed with Theodore Nott, exchanging happy new year wishes and laying bare your souls to eachother. Exposing every dark thought and worry, opening your hands to receive the other persons concerns and fears.

“Happy new year.”, he tells you

“Happy new year.”, you wish back and look at his face more clearly now. You notice his eyes and how easily you can lose yourself in them, and you stare at his lips as if they are the medicine to cure your symptoms. Bring you back to life.

“Theo.”, you say; barely whispering 

“Yes.”, he replies in the same tone, now looking at you like he can read your thoughts. His eyes scan your face, expectantly, wanting. As if he is starved.

His look is enough for you to lean in and whisper to him, when your lips are a breath away “For good luck. For the New Year”

And with that you close the gap between you two. He slowly closes his eyes and grabs the back of your head carefully with his free hand, pulling you closer to him. You place your hand on his shoulder, resting your body on him.

The way his lips kiss yours feels like a drug. This alone, is worth fighting for. To be able to kiss him, like this. And it is solely because when you kiss eachother, it feels as if a weight is lifted off your chest, as if his hands help you carry the stone to top of the mountain.

Normally, you would blame yourself for being weak; you should be able to handle things by yourself, you shouldn’t need others to survive, that is what your mind would normally tell you, and yes normally you would agree. But there is nothing normal about this life you are currently living.

So you keep kissing him and when his mouth travels south to your neck, causing you to let out a small sigh you don’t stop him.

“For good luck.” he repeats as he takes off your shirt and kisses your skin.

“For good luck.” you repeat as you pepper kisses along his jaw and neck, while he tugs at your hips to remove the rest of your clothing.

And, later when you lay together with your clothes discarded on the floor, with his arms around you; holding you impossibly close to him and his breath fanning rhythmically in your ear, tickling you softly, you try to convince yourself that it was in fact just for good luck.

A/N: feedback and criticism are appreciated and needed ⭐️🤍 This will be continued this has been poorly proofread so, I am deeply sorry for the mistakes 🫣

[boxwinebaddie]

ok ive been wanting to ask this for a while but i didnt know if youd be able to answer since its giving a lot away.. but f it lmao. does ravenstan know jersey kyle is HIS kyle? bc he hasnt said anything but how many ginger jewish jersey boys are there named kyle matthew broflovski hsjjdks im assuming one

ooooooh. ok...Hm.

so, i stared at this for a while and...

you know what, my friend? i should, one, prolly stop randomly jumping the line of 34973 ask memes in my box whenever i get a new one bc i get super excited & have no attention span, but also this is...Important.

and tbh, one of the Big reasons that rm got so tricky for me was because i got overly anxious about the timeline, too worried abt what sequence of events the fic should follow/what things should you know and when, etc. so i actually have a lot of random rm itinerary/lore that i wrote that i was going to drop you guys in other chapters but wasn't sure if it was...Time yet?

buuuuut given that posting to my ao3 has been super stressful for me as of late/i'm still trying to ease back into it/i feel more posting comfortable stuff on here -- combined with the serious bummer that i can't really write updates in the sorry shape i’m in rn with settling into my new workplace and grappling with my mental health/healing my complex feelings abt writing

which is a Serious Bummer indeed because i try to be as fun and zesty as possible in my ask responses, but i really want to give you all something more solid to Read, you know?

so this is my little compromise for you. :)

basically i wrote this little scene thingy like a month ago and Almost put it at the beginning of rm6...but it was too complicated and i was like maybe i should wait, idk...

but i am feeling chaotic today!~

and the fact you guys care enough about my weird little fanfictions to regularly send me thoughtful, kind, excited messages abt it even when my updates are few and far between — idk, that means so much to me. you all mean a lot to me…and you guys know i am unhinged and cannot resist posting snippets/spoilery things.

so…i’m closing my eyes!! but also it’s not a spoiler if i was going to post this earlier Anyways…right? dhsksks

( if you want to read it it’s under the cut w/ more info xx )

it is however…a draft. it’s really…not that good. like i said i was going to fix it / rewrite it when i figured out where i wanted it to go, but i wanted to answer your question without saying too much about it sooo i think this little scene thing should tell you/give you the information you seek while also keeping you confused/interested?

maybe?? idk?? i’m sweating, smh.

( some of lines just ended up re-written in my actual fic so if they look familiar that’s why — ANYWAYS! )

the Context is actually abt Kyle’s CRIMINA LAUR class, which if you rem(ember), jersey was writing an essay that was due at midnight but got rizzed too hard by raven and passed out and couldn’t turn it in!!! jersey kyle was ready to fight for his life ( aka lie out of his ass abt why his essay didn’t get uploaded w/o mentioning crimson dawn bc Ew ) but mr. mackey said that a Compelling Case was submitted upon his behalf by a

Third Party

and waved the missing homework assignment, where, in the section where kyle would have uploaded a copy of his essay, a video had been uploaded and submitted.

here’s the beginning of it

also jersey is in his pajamas, his hair is up, he looks radiant, he’s red bc having some box wine and his eye is twitching btw — pls tell me you can see it — also this was either going to go up before the hate or after it so i don’t think the time frame matters — this is just part of what happened while kyle was passed out back stage )

anyways! *jersey vc* Cheers! Mazel <3

;)

-uncle nina

[fnhrtt]

› mine  ִִֶָ !

drabble inspired by taylor's song

pairing non-idol!sunghoon x fem!reader genre fluff, angst warnings cursing, kissing (if i am missing any tell me) wc. 1.5k !

author's note: hiii!!! this is the first time I'm writing stuff like this and more important the first time I'm posting it!! anyways I just got the idea of a drabble inspired on "mine" !!! I hope you like it :) btw english isn't my native language so if you notice any error on the writing or you want to help me with it , tell me ! I'd be so grateful with you for it!!! that's all for now! enjoy <3

Sunghoon and you met a few months ago, 9 months to be exact, the both of you were in college, he was working part-time waiting tables, that's how you I met him, while you were staying up doing homework, he was working (secretly staring at you from time to time) that turned out into your new routine. wake up, get ready, go to college, end your classes, café until 12:00 a.m. or until it was closed, home and that again and again; but you knew that the main reason of your daily long stay in the cafe was him, the handsome waiter  Sunghoon, but you also knew that he convinced his boss to stay open the café a little more than the usual on his workdays cause he knew you were always there, always.

And on that way the little glances turned into a few seconds of eye contact then suddenly to a 'are u free on Friday?' and in less than you expected, the two of you are laying on your couch.

'and then the teacher just didn't accept my essay cause the margin wasn't as thick as he had requested!!! ahhhh can you believe it???' you say in pure courage and rage 'who the hell he thinks he is??!!'

'how does he dare?? did he even see your writing? he's judging it just for a stupid margin!' he said in annoyed tone along with his pouty face, what just makes your heart melt

'ugghh anyways…it isn't a big deal, it's just a stupid essa-'

'NOT A BIG DEAL??! do I really have to tell you the the amount of days I had to stay at the café past midnight just cause you still were there?! also your work matters!!! just like my time!!' he reproached.

you rolled your eyes in a frisky way 'but you don't seem to be complaining about the kisses I gave you either…' you said clearly teasing him what just made him blush a little. 

'pffffft shut up!' he said and chuckled awkwardly, you sat up in the couch what just made him did the same.

'shut me up then' a little innocent smirk appeared on your face

he just answered by cupping your cheeks leaning on giving you a sweet but lovely kiss.

that was the way your relationship had been through the long 5 months, where you had shared memories just like picnics near the lake, study sessions, video games night and whatever activity you could do together that adjusted to your student budget.

there was one point where he started to influence you and your life cause he was already part of it, he changed you, not in a bad way (well maybe a little) you passed from be meticulous and perfectionist to start enjoying the present, his presence. letting him know your secrets, your insecure side, the one that had been tormenting you since you had memory; your fear of love and giving yourself completely to someone cause you had grown up with a pessimistic view of love, with the expectation that if you gave your heart to a person this sooner or later they would leave you.

but this time was different you started to believe for the first time, he made you feel comfortable, you started to love every detail of him, his eyes, his hair, his cheeks, his eyebrows, his laughter and his dad jokes, making you laughed even if the joke wasn't that good.

all seem to be perfect this time, stable was the word, the word longed for by many, achieved by few. you thought you already could enjoy it…but that feeling didn't last how much you wanted.

in a slow and silent way, you started to spend less time together, the drawer of your things at his place has been untouched for 3 weeks now, you were falling apart but it wasn’t your fault, right? it was the school that was consuming you and leaving you with almost nothing of time to even take care of yourself ,at least that's what you told yourself, cause you knew that unconsciously (or maybe consciously…?) your relationship was falling deeper and deeper with every week. the café, the place where you used to spend the most of your time beside the college, now it was one of those places that you prefer avoid or try to take another way, all with the excuse of “discovering and exploring the streets city more cause you haven’t had the opportunity to”

but you weren’t doing this to Sunghoon, he didn’t make anything to you and you knew it but you kept depriving yourself of any sign of his affection: his good morning and good night messages, his littles presents and letter that he occasionally left at your place even his small smiles that he’d give you if you two happened to see each other and his attempt to have a conversation with you that would go further than a  "I can't today, I have assignments to do"

that happened around 3 or 4 weeks but you knew that you couldn’t keep being like that though you didn’t know how to approach him again either, this situation added to your constant insomnia were the perfect mix for your trips to convenience stores at dawn.

you found yourself again in front of the small section of frozen drinks that your nearest convenience store had. after you picked your favourite drink and some chips, you headed to the till while you were waiting for your things to be scanned. someone tapped your shoulder.

It was him. Sunghoon was there. he looked worried and you could say a bit annoyed.

‘Hi! has everything been alright?’ his voice tried to sound happy or at least encouraging but his eyes were telling all the truth of his mind, soul and most important of his heart.

you could notice his deliberate sadness and desperate hope but that didn’t stop you from just saying your favourite quote lately…’yeah…well I have a lot of work now, see you later’ paying and taking your purchases, you dared to leave the store as if you hadn't left your boyfriend of more than 5 months in there, alone and hopeless.

but this time was different when you said it you could feel a lump on your throat, before you could put a feet outside of the store the tears started to coming out, you knew it, you knew this was the ending, you knew he was mad with you cause your childish attitude of ignoring him everytime he was around or at least at your sight.

the idea of losing him a few weeks ago sounded impossible but now it was here, right in front you, right in the tip of your tongue, you could feel already all the pain and imagined how many nights you were gonna spend crying until falling asleep, how everytime you drink coffee will remind you of his eyes or his little hobby of pampering you with free coffee every day, you prepared yourself for the goodbye.

you ran out, crying, and he followed you out into the street, grabbing your sleeve before you could walk away more.

'hey wait-' sunghoon's voice had worry on it 

'this isn't working anymore, I'm not working…I'm sorry…' you said with tears running down your cheeks

'what? no, no! don't say that-'

'no, it's true…I messed it up, I've been avoiding you all the time just cause I didn't want to get hurt by losing you but all I did was being selfish…I'm so sorry really…'

'you're not being selfish for taking care of yourself, you're just being carefu-'

'no, Sunghoon I am, I am being fuckin selfish like I have always been, I put away your feelings to give priority to mines, I'm just a burden to you, admit it, you know it and I'm not judging you if you're thinking of dropping me, I'll understand it completely cause I've been a totally idiot, a completely coward for not wanting face my reality, for not facing my fear of people leaving me…so I leave them instead'

'you finished? can I talk now?' sunghoon said a bit concerned, he sighed

'listen, I knew about this…do you remember the picnic near the lake? that was the day when you told me about this side of you and even after knowing it I stayed with you, do you remember when I said that I'd never leave you alone? I really meant it! I mean it now!' sunghoon said while he was holding your hands, you missed this, his warmth, the sweet way he talks to you, his sincere voice

'with all preconceived rights I tell you that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you are the best thing that has ever been mine'

'and also let me tell you that your drawer is already beginning to have cobwebs uh!' he said trying to make the environment less tense and it worked, you chuckled at his silly joke then he wrapped his arms around you 

'let's go to my place and make fun of the cheap TV series, shall we?' he asked while look into your eyes, his look showed what you've been looking for through all this time, the pureness and truthiness of a soul, a lovely soul which doesn't care about the time or place, it always enjoy being by your side

©fnhrtt

[sleekervae]

So Good [0.6]

Masterlist

pairing: KNJ x rockstar!oc

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I've been away for a while. School is bogging me down and life had been wild, in both good and bad ways. I want to continue writing and despite my chronic writers' block, I ain't giving up too easily. Thank you all for your patience and trust that I will be updating more stories as I go!

word count: 2016

Purple text is Korean

Kimberly jumped when her phone suddenly rang beside her, disturbing the small nap she was trying to squeeze in her bunk. She grumbled as she turned over in the small enclosure, feeling around in the sheet while being rocked over and over in the tour bus.

"Kimberly! Your phone's ringing!" Maria suddenly shouted.

Kimberly rolled her eyes, "Gee! Thanks Maria!" finally she was able to fish it out, her heart leapt when Namjoon's name flashed across her screen. It would've been close to midnight in Seoul, and he hardly ever called her this late.

Pulling her bunk curtain tighter to its hook, she answered the call, "Hello?"

A voice cleared from the other end, unfamiliar to her, "H-Hey, Kimberly! How are you?" the voice was slurred, too light to be Namjoon but the twinge of his accent was slightly eerie.

"Um... who is this?" she asked, a pit of anxiousness bubbling in her gut. From what Chloe had told her, Korean idols had their contacts guarded mercilessly, and if Namjoon got in trouble for talking to her...

"Eh? It's Namjoon, what're you talking about?" the voice tittered, a faint song playing in the background. She relaxed only a little, her curiosity growing.

"Really?"

"Yeah!"

"... what tattoo do I have on my left forearm?" she asked.

The voice paused momentarily, grumbling to himself for a quick answer when she suddenly heard a more familiar exclamation.

" -- Dangsin-eun mwo haeyo? Nae jeonhwagileul jwo!"

The voice on the speaker suddenly changed in pitch, half-laughing-half-crying as he shouted, "Joesonghabnida! Joesonghabnida! Dowajuseyo!" and a scuffle ensued.

Kimberly was partly amused, partly concerned, waiting curiously until she heard Namjoon panting into the speaker, "I saekkiya! -- Kimberly? Kim?"

"H-Hi! Namjoon?"

"Hi," he panted, giving a short sigh, "I am so sorry about that,"

"No, no, that's okay," she chuckled, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, I'm good. My friend's being an idiot," he replied. Kimberly could still hear laughter in the background, she found his startle quite endearing.

"It's okay, I promise," she replied, "Who was that, anyway?"

"Jackson. He's a friend of mine -- if not more of a shit disturber," he replied.

"It's nice to meet you, Kimberly!" he called out. Namjoon grumbled back in Korean, a cuss word she figured.

She laughed merrily, "Aw, tell him I say 'hi',"

"And boost his ego even more? Nah," he simpered back, "I hope we didn't disrupt anything,"

"You're all good," she assured him, "We're on our way to Krakow right now so we have an off day,"

"Oh, fantastic. Are you resting up?"

"As much as I can in a moving casket," her attention diverted to a furious hissing from the common area.

"Shit! I need help!" Chloe suddenly shouted, followed by the pattering of socked feet.

"Fucking shit, Chlo! We agreed not to heat up Alfredo sauce in the microwave!" Charlotte scolded.

Namjoon laughed, hearing the commotion from the end of his speaker, "Everything okay over there?" he asked.

Kimberly sighed heavily, shaking her head, "Oh, everything's fine. If I'm quiet enough they may believe I've gone back to sleep and won't bother me," she chuckled quietly.

Maria called from outside the bunk, "You know we can hear you, Kim!" she scolded, "... Hi Namjoon!"

"Hi Namjoon!" Charlotte echoed a moment later.

"Hi RM!" shouted Chloe.

Kimberly tittered, "The girls say 'hi',"

"Tell 'em I say 'hi' back -- what?" his voice drifted off, "Of course she is! Yeogiseo naga!" and there was another short scuffle over the speaker.

"What is going on over there?" Kimberly asked, her curiosity peeking, just imagining what bafoonery was taking place in Seoul.

Namjoon sighed, clearly dejected as muffled sniggers slipped out beside him, "Jackson wants to know if you're pretty. I'm so sorry,"

Kimberly had to press her lips to keep herself from laughing, her cheeks burning with the red smile curling across her face. She choked back a giggle as she answered, "I mean -- I think I am," she shrugged bashfully.

"Then what the hell are you doing with a guy like Namjoon?" Jackson suddenly called, laughing then as Kimberly could imagine the glare Namjoon was throwing his way.

"Ib damul-eo," Namjoon grumbled.

"Dangsin-eun nae sangsaga aniya," Jackson scolded back.

Meanwhile out in the common area, Charlotte and Chloe couldn't help but overhear Kimberly's conversation, all the while Charlotte was mopping up sauce on the counter and Chloe was cleaning sauce off of the floor.

"I think she talks to him more than talks to any of us," Chloe noted.

Charlotte simpered, "They talk maybe once or twice a week, Chloe,"

"Over voice, at least," Chloe replied, "... You think Darius knows that they talk that much?"

"I'm not even gonna go there," Charlotte replied, hoping that Kimberly couldn't hear them, "I told her to be careful from the get,"

Chloe shrugged back, "I'm just saying -- if Luke was away and you found out he was talking to a super famous pop star a few times a week, wouldn't you be worried?"

Charlotte held pause, staring down at the greasy countertop as Chloe's words sent a shiver through her. She knew exactly how she would feel if she was in a similar situation. Nevertheless, she turned back to Chloe, mustering as much confidence as she could.

"As far as I know, Kim's not doing anything wrong -- so I'm not gonna' lambast her for what we think could be happening,"

Chloe knew Charlotte didn't like confrontation, she never had and was extremely uncomfortable if she had to confront one of their friends. But Chloe wasn't stupid either; she was fearful that Kimberly was falling down a hole she nor the girls couldn't dig her out from.

Kimberly meanwhile was none the wiser to her friends' conversation, "What're you guys doing?"

"We're just sitting around, having a couple beers," he replied.

"With the other guys?" she asked.

"Nah, they're out doing their own thing tonight. Believe it or not, we don't always spend all our time together," he chuckled, hoping on the off chance he didn't sound condescending.

"Fair. Spend too much time with someone, some heads are gonna roll," Kimberly replied, then she brought her voice to a whisper, "Hence I'm hiding in my bunk so I don't have to deal with the Alfredo sauce from hell,"

Chloe suddenly hollered out, "I heard that Kimberly! Stop flirting with Namjoon and come help me!"

Kimberly rolled her eyes, pulling back the curtain and sticking her head out of her bunk, "We're not flirting!" she called back.

Charlotte sighed after, crouched down over a messy spill on the floor. A zesty, garlicky smell was beginning to fill the bus, "We just need a mop," she muttered, "Maria! Open the window in the back!"

"Already on it!" and Maria hopped out of her bunk.

Kimberly huffed, though Namjoon chuckled from the other end, "I take it you gotta go?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry," she replied.

"Don't be sorry. It's Jackson's fault, anyway," she could hear Jackson snap something back in Korean, much to her amusement.

"It's always a pleasure talking to you, don't be silly," she simpered, "I'll talk to you later, go have fun!"

Namjoon said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, his eyes lingering at his lock screen a moment more. Jackson meanwhile continued to sit and smirk up at his friend, much to Namjoon's annoyance.

"What are you smirking at?" he asked as he sat down, "And how did you know my passcode?"

"Don't be mad because I know your mom's birthday," he replied, "How long have you been talking to Kimberly?"

"A few months. She's nice," Namjoon muttered quickly.

Jackson scoffed, "So was Lim Ju-eun, she seemed very nice in your old posters,"

"Oh, leave me alone," Namjoon elbowed him softly, "She's my friend, nothing more,"

"I believe you," Jackson nodded, "I also believe that if you had the opportunity to date, you would snap her up in a minute,"

"She has a boyfriend, anyway," Namjoon pointed out.

Jackson sighed, "But none of that's not stopping her from rattling around in your brain all the time,"

Namjoon rolled his eyes, deciding to reach for another beer off the table, "Jackson, whatever you're about to say, just leave it alone,"

"I'm not trying to tease you, Joon," he said, his demeanour shifting to a serious undertone, "I'm worried for you,"

"Why are you worried for me?"

"Because you're falling for somebody you clearly can't have, and if that affects your performance --"

"It's not going to affect my performance, or my duties," Namjoon assured, "I told Jin and the others; Kimberly is my friend and any affection I have for her -- or for anyone -- isn't a priority. You would do the same if it was you,"

Jackson shrugged back, his gaze averting off, "I used to think that way..." he muttered.

Namjoon cocked a brow, staring long and hard at Jackson, "Hold on -- did you meet somebody?" he asked curiously.

Jackson nodded slowly, "You can't tell the other guys,"

"I won't," Namjoon assured him.

"Haneul -- or Hannah, I guess. I met her last year, she's a student at Yonsei, and we both went to the same restaurant for lunch," he explained.

"-- Have you spoken to her?" Namjoon asked.

"A couple of times. She's a little mean at first, she absolutely hates k-pop music" he chuckled, "But the more I got to know her, the more I really came to like her. And I think she came to like me, too," the way he spoke was so wistful, words grasping for the moment as though it had just happened. Namjoon had never seen Jackson so sentimental before, he hardly ever discussed his personal life like. They were both a lot alike in that rhetoric.

"So, what happened?" Namjoon asked, feeling the 'but' of his story creeping like a stark chill.

Jackson shrugged listlessly, "I had to let her go. I knew I couldn't have her, and it wasn't fair to make her wait for God knows how long until I could renegotiate my contract," he replied, "She said she understood, but I think I fuelled her hatred of this industry even more. She hasn't replied when I tried to check in with her, I know she probably needs so space to heal but... it sucks,"

Namjoon nodded slowly, "But you still think about her?"

"More than I would like," Jackson admitted, "I had a lapse in judgement; and I know I did the right thing in the long term, but I can't help but feel I wasted her time. I never should've gotten involved with her in the first place," he turned back to Namjoon, "My point is that I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. As much as it paints me to admit, BTS is quickly becoming a global sensation and you can't afford to have your heart broken over someone you know you can't have. Don't get attached, you have to keep your focus,"

"I am focused," Namjoon assured him, "Kimberly is just my friend, and I am gonna make sure we do what we need to do to keep us all on track," he then placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, giving him a small squeeze, "... That doesn't mean I can't feel for your situation,"

Jackson simpered, popping the beer can open and taking a swig, "It's better this way for us. Maybe one day it'll be different, but for now..." he shook his head, "We're stuck with each other,"

Namjoon took his own can and clinked with Jackson's, "I'll cheers to that," and he took a swig. His gaze shifted again to his forearm, remembering the pressure of the pen, the swift and sharp markings when Kimberly scribbled her number on his skin. He wasn't sure why he was so full of hope back then, blinded momentarily for what could have been though he knew fully well he could never have her. Jackson was right, he had to detach himself before she consumed him, or worse he consumed her and broke her heart.

After all, April was right around the corner...

[minimanic]

Thought I'd throw my hat in the ring for a best films watched in 2023 list. I feel like this is the first year in a while where I've actually watched enough movies to warrant making one of these and it was honestly really rewarding! Full write up on my thoughts after the cut. Plus links for the ones that are free and legal to watch online c:

Bunny Lake Is Missing (1965) Absolutely Superb psychological thriller about a missing child. Infused with equal parts slow creeping dread and unhinged mania.

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Godzilla Minus One (2023) No you're crying at the giant monster movie

Dreams that Money Can Buy (1947) A truly Delightful experimental film about a man who can see into people's dreams. The ensuing dream sequences are a tour de force of avant-garde and surrealist artists of the era including Max Ernst, Man Ray, Alexander Calder and more.

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The World Is Full of Secrets (2018) So. Bit of a weird one here. This is a movie about girlhood and trauma that spends most of its runtime in close up on the faces of its main characters as they tell each other the sort of over the top scary stories you would expect from a group of 14-16 year olds. It drags in places, but it's also a pitch perfect dreamscape of every sleepover you were never invited to in high school and that's without getting into the framing device. Would love to talk about this one more because the context of how I even heard about it is a conversation in and of itself. But that's a story for a different post.

Midnight Cowboy (1969) Listen. Much has already been written about what the hell is going on with Rizzo's sexuality in this movie. I'm saying that's a gay man who correctly clocked that his painfully straight, visibly traumatized, roommate, whom he is in love with, is not ready to have That conversation. Anyway this was WAY weirder both visually and tonally than I was expecting. A pleasant surprise all around. Was also delighted to see that New York film majors haven't changed in 55 years

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They Shoot Horses, Don't They? (1969) The myriad letterboxd reviews comparing this film to The Hunger Games do not lie. Which, combined with the inherent realism of this type of endurance dance competition being a thing people Actually Competed In at one point in history truly makes this a bleakly compelling watch.

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The Living End (1992) Gregg Araki I am in your walls. Road movie of all time. Love to see a director that spends the last 10-15 minutes of every movie he makes like 'I am going to hurt you, so. So. much right now.'

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) Welcome back Mx. DreamWorks. You have been missed.

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992) Another entry in the 'local man's taste in media is oops all red flags' category from me. Listen. Everybody knows this movie. Everybody has an Opinion about this movie. My opinion is that it fucking rips. Sorry it got so deeply embedded in The Culture that its a perpetual nuisance to the people who are not vibing but those people ain't me.