#It's in current continuity when she's Cheshire Cat

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regina’s puppy (3)

// regina has a soft spot for you, but when she refuses to accept why, someone else might swoop in and take your attention away from her. //

warnings: mutual pining, soft!regina (for reader), mean!regina (not to reader), very jealous!regina, underage drinking, mentions of smoking.

this is part 3 to the series, read part 2 here!

“please don’t make me go.” you just about beg regina, flashing her a pair of puppy eyes that nearly makes her reconsider her entire existence. the blonde was currently blending the makeup on your face, claiming she was going to be your “personal makeup artist” tonight. truth be told you enjoy letting regina do your makeup; the close proximity, her undivided attention, having an excuse to stare at her beautiful face without being questioned. though when she mentioned she was making you go to the party gretchen was throwing, you began to beg her not to take you.

“it’s just a few people from school, and a few drinks. i’ll have you home by ten, or you can just sleepover my house.” she assures you dismissively, her gaze transfixed on your face as if it was a canvas for the beauty blender. it’s been three weeks since you became a part of regina’s “clique”, and to say it’s been strange is an understatement. you had gone from the bottom of the social food chain, to the top of it in less than a month. all because of regina’s strange fixation with you.

“i wasn’t even invited! and i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t even know what to do there.” you retort, and she shakes her head, “you don’t need an invitation when you’re with me.” she responds pointedly. “just stick by my side and look pretty all night. that’s all you have to do.” she declares simply, and your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. “you think i’m pretty?” you question softly, the uncertainty in your voice causes her heart to clench. her tenebrous blue eyes are gazing into yours, she appears to get lost in you for a mere moment.

“i think you’re so, so pretty.” the blonde reveals in this washed out voice that makes your knees weak. thankfully you’re sitting on the seat of regina’s vanity, otherwise you’re sure you would’ve stupidly fallen. the way you avoid her gaze while your face heats up, causes regina to cup your chin, tilting your head upwards to look at her. your breath hitches, getting lodged in your windpipe as you nearly forget how to breathe due to the close proximity. regina quirks a brow at your reaction as she continues doing your makeup. “are you nervous, y/n? do i make you nervous?” she inquires, practically staring into your soul.

“i—i guess you do.” you mentally facepalm yourself for stuttering, and answering like a fool. the cheshire cat-like grin that takes its place on regina’s features causes a heat to rise in your belly. “it’s okay, y/n, i think it’s cute. how flustered and nervous you get around me... how strained your voice gets, and how red you get.” she teases, and you shake your head in disagreement. “it’s not. it’s embarrassing.” you murmur, and she flashes you a look, “i don’t think so. i like it.” she breathes out, her face so close to yours you forget how to think.

“why?” you manage to ask, and she shrugs, pulling away from you in an instant. the moments over as quickly as it begun, and in a small way you’re thankful for it because you can think clearly now. “i like the way you are with me. especially when you look at me. it’s like i’m the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.” she professes, as she rummages through her makeup bag. regina avoids your eyes. she doesn’t enjoy being honest, but she also can’t bring it in herself to lie to you for some cursed reason.

“cause you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” you answer simply, sounding so honest. regina’s head snaps in your direction; she searches your face for any signs of dishonesty, but all she finds on your features is that usual genuine expression that makes her stomach flip. “you’re just saying that cause i’m regina george.” she says her name in this taunting way, as she begins to apply the blush on your cheeks and nose. “i wouldn’t say something i don’t mean, gina.” you wholeheartedly respond, and you swear you can see a faint blush tinting her cheeks.

regina feels this pang of guilt in her chest. you’re so innocent, and she thinks you’d do just about anything she asks. “if you don’t wanna go tonight, we don’t have to.” the blonde finds herself caving, and you furrow your brows. “well, we’re already getting ready… we might as well go, right? besides, gretchen will have a total meltdown if you don’t show up.” you point out, and regina shrugs. “yeah, but if you don’t wanna go, we don’t have to.” regina reiterates, and you offer her an overly trusting little smile.

“if you go, i go.” you assure her, and her eyebrows perk up at your willingness to do whatever she wants. regina likes that a lot more than she should. “good. why don’t you put on those flare jeans i got you, the black ones.” she smiles as she says this, putting away her makeup. “okay!” you obediently respond as you hop up off the seat, and over to your bag of clothes you brought.

you decide to match a white lace crop top you picked out when you and regina went shopping. when you finish getting dressed, you come out of the blonde’s bathroom, stopping in your tracks when you see her outfit. the tight, black leather pants she was wearing nearly made you drool. regina notices the expression of awe on your face, and she savors it. she’s used to having people gawk at her because they thought she was attractive, or they were envious of her… but you… the way you looked at her was always so different. she couldn’t figure out why she craved your attention all the time; now more than ever.

“you look good.” she declares as her eyes roam up and down your outfit. the blood rises to your face, “i think i have a sherpa jacket that’ll look so hot on you with that.” she states as she walks past you, and towards her walk-in closet. you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. regina looks even hotter than usual tonight, and you didn’t know if you were going to be able to keep your gayness to yourself. you already nearly had a gay panic attack while she was doing your makeup; now you were going to have to be by her side all night while she looked hotter than the temperature of the sun.

“i found it!” she yells out from somewhere in the unnecessarily large closet. when she comes out, regina is holding a cropped, black corduroy, sherpa jacket for you. “try this on and let me see.” she orders, tossing the jacket your way. you catch it, scrambling to put it on compliantly. regina‘s grin falls as soon as you have the jacket on; you’re standing a few feet away from her looking absolutely gorgeous. yet you look up at her with this expression of insecurity, desperately waiting for her approval. “doesn’t look good?” you ask shyly, “you look so beautiful.” regina blurts out, and your face burns as the butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly.

“th-thank you.” you shyly respond; your timid expression nearly causes her to smile. but then she remembers she’s regina george and she’d never be caught dead being this soft. “you better get used to compliments, y/n. especially when you look like that.” she comments coyly as she reaches for her black doc martens. you watch her put her shoes on; your cheeks practically on fire as you try to compose yourself and get it together. you don’t tell regina you probably will never get used to her complimenting you, and once she’s finished tying her boots, she smile broadly at you, causing your heart to swell at the sight. she’s always gorgeous, but she’s so much more beautiful when she’s unguarded like this.

“come on, let’s go before gretchen starts spamming me with texts.” she jokes, and you giggle as regina grabs your hand. your breath gets caught in your windpipe as she interlocks her hands with yours. that’s another thing you were trying to get used to; holding hands with the prettiest girl on earth. “ugh, i wonder if becky martin’s gonna be there tonight. she was at nathan’s party last month, and had on the same shoes as me.” regina pouts, as you both get into her jeep.

“but you probably looked way better than her anyways.” you respond, and she raises a brow as she starts her car. “probably?” she asks a bit angrily, and you giggle. “you definitely looked way better than becky martin, gina.” you tell her, and her face morphs into a satisfied expression. “i know.”

you’ve never really been to a high school party before, so you weren’t entirely sure what to expect. but as soon as you walk into gretchen’s house, the loud music blares through your ears, and there are far more people here than the cafeteria during lunch. you look around at the hoard of students; some you knew and some you had never seen before. “regina!! y/n!! you guys came!” gretchen sounds abnormally happy to see you, and she wraps her arms around you. “you totally have to try the sangria mix! it has strawberries in it!” she squeals, and regina practically pries gretchen’s hands off of you.

“you’re already drunk? it’s like nine-thirty. and where’s karen? you’re supposed to be making sure she doesn’t hookup with some random guy again.” regina begins to scold gretchen, who proceeds to ramble out an apology. you seem to get distracted by all the noise and people, but regina pulls you out of your thoughts when she intertwines her hand with yours. “do you wanna try sangria or are you a beer girl?” regina asks over the ear-splitting music. “sangria please.” you answer, figuring you’d prefer the fruitier drink.

regina begins to make you a drink; something she never does. usually when she’s at things like this, she’s forcing one of her loyal minions to make her the “perfect” drink… yet here she was, grossly attempting to make you the best first drink you’ve ever had. god, who are you, regina? the blonde can’t help but think as she tries to keep her focus on what she’s doing instead of looking at you. she can’t figure out when it became so difficult for her to keep her eyes off you.

she hands you the drink, and your smile meets your eyes, causing her heart to do a backflip in her chest. nobody smiles at her like that; as if they’re verily happy to be in her presence. you appear to relish in regina’s attention, and she savors the feeling of being so appreciated. “thanks gina.” you respond, sincerely, and when you don’t take a sip she raises her brows in an unamused manner. “well? what are you waiting for?” she asks a bit impatiently, earning a sheepish blush from you. “i’m waiting for you to pour yourself one.” you tell her honestly, and there’s that stupid flutter in her stomach again.

“you’re so sappy.” she mutters, but the flush on her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you grin as she begins to pour herself a drink, and she looks at you before she takes a sip. you follow her lead, and you make a face of disdain just as she does. “okay, so maybe gretchen is better at this then me.” she mutters in this cutely frustrated way that makes you giggle. “hey regina—“ some guy on the football team attempts to talk to her as he approaches you both, but the blonde cuts him off before he can even finish. her eyes full of fury you’d hate to be on the receiving end of. “don’t you see me talking right now? shoo.” she practically barks out.

he frowns, scoffing as he walks off. she shakes her head, rolling her eyes, “if i wanted to speak to him, i would’ve.” she mutters, and you tilt your head, offering her this soft look. “you can’t blame boys for trying to talk to you. you’re the prettiest girl in school.” you remind her, and she huffs, taking another swig of her drink. “yeah, but that’s the only reason they want to talk to me.” she starts stringently, and you listen to her closely. “they only wanna talk to me cause i’m popular, and hot. that’s the only reason why anyone talks to me.” she sounds like she actually believes the words as they leave her mouth.

“you may be “hot” and “popular” but you’re also so much more than that, regina. i mean you’re so nice to me, and you like the same books i do. plus i think your taste in music is really cool. you just don’t give yourself enough credit.” you say easily, taking another sip of your drink. regina gets lost in you for a few seconds; her heartbeat slowing down as everyone else in the house fades out of her mind. she opens her mouth to say something else, but karen and gretchen interrupt. “regina!” the dark haired girl squeals as soon as she sees the queen bee.

she approaches you both and hugs regina, who shoves her off, before karen hugs you. “oh my god, i love your jacket! did you do your makeup?? you look so pretty!” karen’s kind compliments make you smile. karen’s been genuinely nice to you since you became a part of regina’s “clique”. she was welcoming right away, and just happy to have someone new to talk to. “thanks, it’s gina’s jacket. she did my makeup.” you say, flashing this dorky smile at the blonde who is watching the entire interaction with those intense, blue eyes. “don’t you think the blush on the nose looks so cute on her?” regina asks, and karen nods.

“yes! i tried it last summer, but didn’t like it on me.” she admits, as she begins to tell you about the makeup looks she tried last summer. regina glances at gretchen who seems to be staring at something… or someone. “i’ll be right back.” gretchen says, and regina furrows her brows as she watches her friend make her way up to jason who was shamelessly flirting with another girl. regina frowns, “i’ll be right back, i gotta make sure gretchen doesn’t hookup with that asshole again.” the blonde tells you, squeezing your arm before she follows gretchen.

“hey karen! you guys wanna come here and take a hit of this?” one of the guys on the basketball teams calls out for the dark haired girl, and she immediately turns her fixation on him, getting distracted. “okay! come on y/n, let’s go.” she declares, and before you have any time to protest, karen is dragging you over to a group of students you barely know. you look around for regina, and notice she’s busy talking to gretchen and jason… well, she’s more so yelling at them.

“here, wanna try this?” dani, one of the girls on the softball team asks a she offers you a lit joint. you reluctantly take it, placing the filter between your lips before pulling a hit out of it. you begin to cough horrendously, and instead of being put off, the jock lets out a genuine laugh before taking the joint back. “i’ve never seen you around before.” she comments, and your cheeks burn in a bit of embarrassment; though the weed helps numb out the humiliation. “i’m y/n—“ you begin to introduce yourself, but she cuts you off. “no, i know who you are, y/n. we have gym class together.” she reminds you, only adding onto the sheepish blush on your face.

“i meant, i’ve never seen you around before; like outside of school.” she elucidates, and you nod. “i don’t usually come to these sort of things…” you trail off, “… but regina’s been helping me come out of my shell.” you explain, and she raises a brow. “regina? as in regina george?” the softball teams pitcher asks uncertainly, and you nod eagerly, your entire face lighting up like a christmas tree at the mention of the blonde. “yup, she’s over there.” you point over at the blonde who seems to be ripping jason a new one.

“no wonder your hanging out with karen. well, i can certainly see why regina wanted you to be a part of the plastics.” dani declares with a glimmer in her eyes, there’s something in her tone you can’t quite place. you let out this confused little chuckle, “what do you mean by that?” you ask curiously, yet a bit carefully. “you’re beautiful.” she clarifies, and your cheeks heat up due to the unexpected compliment.

your gaze shyly meets hers, and even though it isn’t the same as when regina calls you that; it still makes you smile. “thank you.” you respond, and your soft voice makes the brunette grin. “you’re welcome, i’m just being honest…” she trails off a bit shyly, and dani’s friend interrupts. “you guys wanna head down to the basement and take hits from the bong i brought?” the basketball player asks, as he pulls a mini bong out from one of his large pockets.

“you wanna come?” dani asks hopefully, taking your hand in hers, rubbing the back of your hand with the pad of her thumb. you look over at karen who nods encouragingly, “i—“ you’re about to turn down the offer, when regina’s harsh voice cuts you off. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the furious sound of the girl you’ve had a hopeless crush on for years, causes you to spin around. there’s burning fury in her gaze, and for a moment, you think she’s going to yell at you. your heart races nervously as you think about regina being angry at you.

“gina—“ you try, but regina pries dani’s hand off of yours, taking a step in front of you, practically wedging herself between you two. it isn’t up until this moment that you realize regina wasn’t looking at you with all that rage… she was looking at dani. “we were just inviting your friends to smoke in the basement.” dani’s friend from earlier interrupts, responding for the softball player. regina’s gaze flickers to him. her wrath is enough to get the stoned boy to falter slightly, shifting from one foot to another, “did you wanna come…?” he asks uncertainly, trying to figure out why the blonde was so visibly upset.

regina quirks a brow, looking at dani. “i don’t think your friend here would like that very much. i think she wants y/n all too herself while you try your luck with karen.” regina’s voice is catty while there’s an underlying sense of anger laced throughout it. your belly flips nervously. you glance at dani who looks at you for a moment, before she looks back at regina. “i didn’t realize you were her keeper, regina.” the softball pitcher talks back to the queen bee, who’s brows quirk towards her hairline. by now there are a few people watching curiously as regina crosses her arms, “anything that pertains to her, is my business.” the blonde’s tone is sharp as a blade, and her eyes are deadly serious.

“and if you think for a second i’m going to let some wannabe babe ruth try and get lucky with her in gretchen’s fucking basement…” regina trails off, her seething voice causes dani to shake her head in disbelief. “woah, hold on— i just wanted to smoke with her. and even if i did have some underlying intention… what do you mean you “let” her? last i checked y/n is her own person. she can decide who she wants to hang around all night. following the prissy queen bee, or having actual fun.” dani smirks, and regina’s fingernails dig into her her upper arms.

“i’m standing right here, and i wasn’t going to go down there anyways. i came with regina.” you say as sternly as you can, and regina’s eyes flicker to you. she exhales through her nostrils, releasing a tiny breath of relief she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. dani scoffs, “so that’s what you are now? regina’s puppy? you know, you used to have your own style, and i’d see you hanging out on your own. i always thought you were cool, because you were so out of touch with social norms…” dani trails off, shaking her head in dismay. “… now you go wherever regina goes.” she finishes as she calls you out.

SMACK

before you can even think about saying something, the sound of regina’s open hand meeting dani’s left cheek elicits a loud slapping noise to sound throughout the room. the room goes quiet. regina’s palm is stinging after coming into contact with the jocks cheek, there are gasps and murmurs that fill the suddenly quiet room. dani looks dumbfounded for two seconds before a wave of humiliation washes over her. “if you want to continue being a part of the softball team, or have any sort of social status, you’ll keep your nose out of my business.” she hisses threateningly.

dani scoffs, looking at you and shaking her head. she turns to leave and you look at regina, who now has a satisfied smile etched onto her lips. “now, where were we? oh yeah, we were drinking our sangria’s…” regina interlocks her hand with yours, the same hand that just slapped dani. she leads you away from the shocked gazes and hushed whispers. the last fifteen minutes were playing in your head like a broken record. regina was upset about dani flirting with you; she was more upset than you’d ever seen. you couldn’t help but wonder why. maybe your feelings for regina weren’t as one sided as you thought.

a/n: sorry this is a little long… jealous regina makes my coochie pulse flutter

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[ellecdc]

I HAD AN IDEA FOR A REQ BUT I FORGOT IT AND I JUST REMEMBERED AGAIN

okok so shy!reader (similar to r in the poly!marauders + lily fic that i am genuinely obsessedddd with) but with barty and she just gets so flustered and blushy when he’s so loud and outspoken about his affection for her

barty would absolutely accidentally (& lovingly) torment poor shy!reader. thanks for your request! (I'm obviously currently in my Barty-girl era - I deserve jail time ur honour)

Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader who tries hiding from Barty, much to Remus' chagrin

There were very few places in the castle that Remus could escape to from his nettlesome roommates. Thankfully, his roommates would rather be trampled by a stampede of hippogriffs than spend their precious free time in the library of all places. Unfortunately, Remus was still too easily spotted in his current hideout.

“Rem! Hide me!” He heard you squeak as you came flying around one of the stacks of books; eyes wild like a prey animal looking for their last chance at survival. 

“What?” Remus asked dumbly, but it was no use. 

You let out a cartoonish ‘eep!’ sound and dove underneath the table Remus was currently sat at; your head basically situated in Remus’ lap as you looked up at him desperately. 

“Please.” You practically begged. “You never saw me!”

“Who’s looking for you?” 

Remus' question was answered in the form of a haunting whistling weaving its way casually through the aisles and aisles of books before pausing directly in front of Remus’ chair.

“‘Lo, Junior.” Remus greeted politely, causing the Slytherin boy to narrow his eyes at him.

“Lupin.” He drawled suspiciously. “Aren’t there usually…more of you?”

Remus grimaced as he felt your nervous claws dig painfully into his calf. “Nope.” He replied an octave too high to be considered casual. “Just me.”

Barty simply offered him a disbelieving hum. 

“So, Lupin,” Barty continued, chewing the vowels of Remus’ surname as if it tasted particularly rancid in his mouth. “See anything around here lately?”

Remus hummed as if pretending he was in thought. “No…nope, definitely haven’t seen anyo- anything.”

But it was too late.

“Haven’t seen anyone, hm?” Barty surmised with a wicked grin. “Not even…say…a certain witch who happens to be the object of my affections?”

You dejectedly thumped your forehead against Remus’ knee, hitting the nerve which caused his leg to kick out reflexively, thus pushing you over under the table.

“Merlin’s tits, Lupin, are you having a fit?”

“Oh my sodding Godric.” You finally grumbled from under the table, causing Barty’s face to brighten up astronomically. 

It took you far longer than Remus would have liked to be sitting in the awkward semi-company with Barty to extricate yourself from under the library table, and your efforts were accompanied by an awful lot of painful sounding bumps and cursing before your - albeit rather bedraggled - form materialized beside Remus. 

“There’s my girl.” Barty nearly sighed in relief; a dopey lovesick smile spreading across his face.

“Do you see it too?” You whispered to Remus conspiratorially.

“See what?”

“That look.” You whispered again, causing Remus to snort.

“The look of adoration currently decorating Junior’s face? Yeah, I see it.” 

You scoffed at him. “Barty doesn’t adore me.”

“Says who!?” Barty nearly screeched, causing Remus to look around nervously at the attention the trio was quickly gathering. “I’ll kill them.”

“What?”

“Can I be excused from this conversation?” Remus groaned as he returned to his seat.

Barty quickly agreed at the same moment that you hissed no!

“Listen - my darling angel - though I think you’re really great at just about everything you do, you are absolute pants at hiding.” Barty offered you solemnly as if he were gently giving you quite devastating news.

“Maybe you’re just too good at this finding thing.” You huffed as you crossed your arms; quite petulantly, in Remus’ opinion.

“At finding you?” Barty asked as his face broke out in a Cheshire cat grin. “Always.”

Remus was certain you were going to melt through the floor below you, and - quite frankly - if it got you two away from Remus’ library sanctuary, so be it.

[angsthology]

“oh, god, no...” — or an alt title: three people bonding over random things as alex makes a horrible decision

one of his worst ideas ever. he’s never doing it ever again.

a/n ckckckckcck i love u dino anon but i was a bit stumped on where this could go BUT i give u surprise to make it more fun i love love love alex my i wanna say pookie but i cant take that word seriously. also im guilty of oversharing roolore in these suposedly shorter chapters. and now that im realizing things this kinda suck lawl

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

after a long day of media, roo was finally free to do whatever she pleased (that being going back to her hotel and pass out until whatever time her body wakes up). currently, she’s slipping on her backpack and taking her phone out, scrolling mindlessly on her contacts until she found the right name.

“where the hell are you?” she starts, holding her phone to her face. “alright. you wanna watch a movie ‘til we pass out?” she paused waiting for an answer as she walks out of the building, “‘kay, i’ll meet you out front.”

just as she clicked her phone off, she looked up to be met with a face that just… stood there with a smile—making her jump and scream in surprise, catching the attention of people around.

when she collected all her life (that had been scattered when she got spooked) she took notice of the source of her heart-attack. he smiled innocently still, as if he’s done nothing wrong.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

alex, the culprit in question didn’t falter (though he did flinch a little bit at her outburst), he saw this one coming and to be quite frank, he did this to himself.

“i deserved that.” he closed his eyes in acceptance of defeat. alas, he brushed it off, he moved to her side and slung a hand around her shoulder. she was about to shrug him off but decided against it. “how would you feel about helping me pick my next hair color?”

that piqued her interest, she finally looks up to come face-to-face with him again, though now a smile graced her face like a cheshire cat.

his face fell. he was starting to slowly regret his decision.

without another word, a large grin still etching her face, she fished her phone out of her pocket and started scrolling through something. when alex tried to take a peek, she immediately moved away to prevent him from doing so mumbling something along the lines of ‘corporate secrets’.

he made a face at her words. but when she finally showed him her screen, he felt as if the face he made before was a bit premature.

“what the hell is that?!” he exclaimed.

she moved her phone so she could see the picture for herself seeing not what she had opened before but rather a video instead, “oh, sorry, this was from my pitbull concert. he’s great, isn’t he?” she happily showed him the video again.

he gave her another face.

“right, uh, here.” she showed him the correct picture.

he paused. “…what is that supposed to be?”

looking at the picture again, she took a second to think about it then shrug, “neon green/yellow-ish, give or take.”

his mouth drops at her direction. “what do you mean?”

“what do you mean, ‘what do i mean’?” she takes a look at his shocked face then decided to continue, “i mean: neon green/yellow-ish!” pausing, thinking back her words, “give or take!” she pauses again and re-clarified much calmer, “okay, maybe a bit more faded and muted.”

he shook his head, non-verbally ending that part of the discussion.

“where are we even going to get that kind of color?”

she shrugs, “i know a guy.”

the two girls were now currently sitting on the couch, the doberman peacefully laying between them—her eyes too, like theirs, glued to the television playing jurassic park when suddenly a knock came, shifting all three of the girls’ attention towards it.

roo was about to get up to check who it was. being who she was, she had to be extra careful who to let into her living quarters.

“it’s me!” the other side announced.

she looked away from the door and blinked, her brows screwing together in thought until she realized who that voice belonged to.

“alex?” she tested the waters.

“yeah!”

she sighed, her eyes then looking expectantly at the dog that lied beside her, tilting her head as if she were the dog asking their owner for something.

the dog whimpers as if groaning at her request. alas, she jumped off the couch begrudgingly walking towards the door and jumping up to open it.

“he— huh?” alex stopped in his tracks when instead of seeing his friend right behind the door, she was way far sitting on the couch with her friend. she greeted him nonetheless then motioning her hand towards the dog that sat quaintly besides the door, smiling up at him happily.

“oh!” he raised his brows in surprise then bending down to pet the dog who happily accepted, “who’s this fella?” he asked in a high-pitched voice, his accent stronger than usual.

“that’s jet, she’s mine.” roo answered from the couch, jurassic park long forgotten. “what are you doing here?” she asked the brit.

alex then moved his attention away from the dog, his hand still petting her chin, “uhm—i need your help.”

“with what?” her voice slightly gurgling from taking a sip of her drink.

he then holds up the boxes of hair dye with a forced awkward smile.

she gave him a look, “what about your girlfriend?”

“busy today,” he shrugged.

“then do it tomorrow.” she counters.

“okay, fine, i’m bored and alone.” he confessed.

she wanted to help; she really did but—

she groaned loudly; head thrown back to rest on the back of the couch.

“would you believe me if i say my ass is glued and have already morphed into this couch?”

“i would, actually.”

suddenly, from far behind on the other side of the couch—her presence almost forgotten—nika made herself present, “i’ll help. my ass is getting tired of the couch and i’m pretty good with handling people’s hair; i actually spent a summer working in my mom’s salon once.”

roo the gasped, turning around to face her friend with her jaw slack in shock—sarcasm written all over her face—“you had a job? like an actual job? once upon a time?”

“oh shut the fuck up,” she waved off the racing driver and stood up from her seat on the couch over to the other. “now get up, let’s do this.”

about a half an hour into their attempt, nika and alex had set up a mini salon chair using one of the hotel’s dining table chairs with a layer of plastic sitting on the ground. the latter sat on a chair in the middle of the room with a cloth draped over the top of his body. if anyone were to come in through the front door right now, they would assume kidnapping with a side of chemical testing. nika herself had changed into one of her uglier shirts incase they would accidentally get some dye on it.

the alfa romeo driver, on the other hand, still sat where she was the entire time unmoving and un-helping, now having the large dog sat on her lap feeding treats off of her hand while the other scratches the dog between her ears.

“alright. i think that’s all of your hair.” the girl stepped back from her friend’s friend’s hair, admiring the work she’s done. “now we wait. —good luck al,” she said as she took off the plastic gloves that were now mostly green.

alex—whose chair was facing the door for some reason—gripped the chair with his two (clean) hands and moved it around along with himself so he can face the couch. “so…” he looked between his co-worker and her friend, “does she just… go everywhere with you?”

“yeah.” she answered shortly before continuing, “you guys have wags i have… this.”

he looked at nika again, “no offense to you, but—”

“it’s fine, have you met her?” she shrugged pointing at the little shit she unfortunately calls a friend.

he chuckled then continued, “what about daisy-mae? i thought she was your best friend?”

“she is. this one’s just fit baggage claim. plus—daisy’s a serious scholar she’s still very busy getting her degree.”

from the kitchen sink, nika scoffed, “yeah, while she’s stuck with me around the world, mae’s stuck with atticus in college.”

alex the jumped into the conversation at the familiar name, “oh! the drummer, right?”

“yes.”

“oh—hey,” nika turned around from the sink and walked to the closest counter to the two friends, “there’s still quite some left, who wants it?”

as if sensing an idea in the air, jet jumps off roo’s lap and ran into another room.

said girl sighs, “man, knew jet was too smart for trips like this. should’ve known i should’ve brought bennie instead.”

as if the dog heard her, a bark came from the other room.

“whatever. i guess that’s one option out the window,” she turns to nika over the counter, “do me!” she smiles happily.

“alright. your death wish.”

alex, who was momentarily smiling, dropped his previous expression, “wait what—”

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lilymhe why did u have to dump babysitting duties

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te1enoviyuh backbiteroo myself. i am a grown woman.

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Naww, this is a nice one- I promise. Our little spider is getting ready for a date!

TW: Swearing.

"Chawlie! Open this door right now! It's an emergency!" cried Angel, banging on the other's door with haste. "Come on, now's not the time to be fucking around!". The door opened a while later, the blonde princess rubbing her eyes.

"Angel... I was nap- ah!" she yelped, as the spider pushed into her room and began pacing.

"Shut up. Right, as you know- I've got a date tonight, but- I've got nothing to wear!". Vaggie yawned as she sat up in bed, watching Angel and Charlie.

"Dude, you seriously burst in here about a date?". Angel glared at Vaggie, before hugging himself.

"I put this on" he uttered, gesturing to the rather sexy dress he was currently wearing, before sighing. "But he doesn't want me in it... said some bullshit about dressing how I want to. This is how I want to! I don't-". Charlie, who had woken up slightly and now understood what was going on, walked over and gently grabbed Angel's hand.

"Is it though? We've seen how happier you are when you're covered up, maybe that's what Husk means?". Angel chewed his lip, before pulling away and looking to the floor.

"Maybe... I dunno, but I ain't got the goods... Val- I'm not allowed to own stuff like that". Charlie swallowed down the building rage at that, before smiling.

"Well then, time to go shopping!" she exclaimed, grabbing a brush so she could sort out her hair. "Give us a couple of minutes to get ready, Angel". Angel blinked, clearly confused. Shopping?

"Ughhhh, really babe? Can't this wa-" started Vaggie, cutting herself off when Charlie gave her the stare. "Ah... pparently not...". Sigh. "You're lucky I love you so much".

"Wait wait, what's going on?" asked the spider, gasping when he was ushered out the room. "Hey... I'm talking here".

"Can't have you watching us change" remarked Charlie, shocked when that elicited a slight blush from the other, before chuckling and shutting the door. A few minutes later, it reopened and out stepped the pair- all dressed and ready to go.

"Took ya long enough" mumbled Angel, hugging himself again; back to wearing his normal clothes. Poor boy, he seemed so worried and anxious.

"Well, someone was upset with their hair" replied Charlie, smiling again.

"Hey, this bow has to sit perfectly" answered Vaggie, rolling her eye.

"Anyway, let's go! To the shops! To find you the perfect date outfit!" declared the demon princess, clapping her hands before dragging Angel down the hall in her excitement.

"Ah! Fucking- where are we going?" cried Angel, stumbling from the shock. Vaggie sighed and followed closely behind, eventually making it to the front and holding the door open.

"Shopping!" sang Charlie, bursting through the door with the spider in tow. "Now, what type of thing do you really wish to wear?" she asked, finally letting go of the poor arachnid.

"Uh... " replied Angel, tugging his glove back on. "Whatcha mean? I like to wear whatever".

"What did you wear up there?".

"Oh, um... suits? I've got a gimp su- ah!" exclaimed Angel, as he found himself being escorted once again. "Chaw-".

"Suits! Oh my Satan, that's perfect!" said Charlie, rushing down the street with Vaggie running after her.

"Wait up, Babe, and maybe let go of Angel? He's gonna end up falling over at this rate". However, Charlie was far too focused in her mission to notice this- as she continued to race down the street. Suddenly she screeched to a halt, outside a quaint little shop and squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Angel sighed, spreading his stance wide to stop himself from tumbling from the sudden stop, before running a hand through his hair.

"Fucking hell, princess... you've got some lungs on ya" he remarked, smirking as Vaggie appeared in the distance. "Ya left your girlfriend in the dust".

"Can we take a moment?" asked Vaggie, eyeing Charlie who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Oh, in here?".

"In here!" yelped Charlie, once more grasping dear Angel.

"Fuck-!".

"Oh, Augustus?" called Charlie, blinking when Angel hissed at her and pulled away.

"Did you just hiss?".

"No, anyway- can ya stop just dragging me? It's kinda annoying, Toots".

"Sorry, sorry sorry- but just you wait!" exclaimed Charlie, her eyes twinkling as a horned demon stepped out from the curtains.

"My Satan, I haven't seen you in a while, Princess. How's the suit holding up? Didn't I tell ya red suited you?" said the other, tilting his head 180°. "My my, I take it you're not here on just a friendly visit this time?".

"Augustus, I love my suit, and I was wondering if you had anything for my dear friend Angel!" chirped the Princess, shoving the spider towards the other demon.

"Ah! Would you knock it orf?" hissed Angel, brushing himself down. "Sup, sugar, got anything for these legs? I'm prime real estate, babe".

Blink "Angel. Dust. A star in my shop? Well now, this is a surprise".

"I'd say the real surprise is that you know him".

"Vaggie, babe, everyone knows me".

"Hmm, I might have something. I cater to all shapes and sizes, I'll return" informed Augustus, disappearing behind the curtain again.

"I'll be here" cooed Angel, glancing at Charlie. "Oi, royalty or not- I'll fucking smack ya one if you keep grabbing and dragging, got it?".

"Sorry, I'm just so excited for you! You're going on a real date, with someone who isn't an abusive jerk! I'm happy for you, Angel... plus, Augustus is going to make you look amazing!". Angel swallowed at Charlie, shocked by her words.

"You're happy for- well, that don't excuse being tugged around".

Nod. "Sorry".

"... you're happy for me?".

"Of course, Angel... I've seen what that Valentino guy has done to you, and how different you are with Husk".

"Yep, you light up when you see him, dude" said Vaggie, crossing her arms.

"I do?" asked Angel, blushing slightly, before jumping when Augustus burst through the curtains.

"I have it!! The perfect suit" he cried, holding up a plain white three piece. "Slip this on, and it'll do wonders!". Angel stared at the blank canvas, frowning, before getting nudged by a certain someone.

"Trust me on this" she uttered, grinning when the spider took the garment with an eye roll.

"White... okay, that's new- but I'm trusting ya Princess" he mumbled, starting to get changed.

"Oh deary me, no! Over there, over there" worried Augustus, ushering the arachnid towards a changing cubicle.

"Huh? Oh, I thought I just- okay, okay, I'm going!".

Charlie sighed, holding Vaggie's hand. "He just- right in front of everyone".

"Probably isn't allowed privacy, babe".

"So... uh, ta da?" questioned Angel, as he stepped out in complete white. "I... I like the fit?".

Squeal. "Angel! It looks amazing!! But you haven't seen the best part!!" stated Charlie, being hushed by Augustus.

"You'll ruin the fun" he said, smirking at Angel. "Now, think of a colour my dear boy".

"Huh? A colour? What is this, fucking- tell my fortune? Why would I-" started Angel, stopping when he spotted Charlie. "Okay, okay- think of a colour...". Unbeknownst to him, as Angel was thinking, the suit began to change in hue- to a deep hot pink with black accents. He looked gorgeous! "Maybe... why are you staring at me like that, Char?".

Vaggie pointed to a mirror with a smirk, watching as the spider turned and gasped. "Holy. Fuck. I- I-" he stuttered, tears welling up after a short while. For the first time, in a long time, he liked the reflection that was gazing back. He liked the outfit. The colour. The person in that mirror wasn't a cock-sucking whore, it was someone about to go on a date. "Magic suits, huh? Now that's sexy" he chirped, slipping his mask back on and turning to everyone. Pose. "I look so fuckable! Yeah, baby".

Augustus chuckled, clapping. "Now now, I wouldn't say that. But this pink certainly suits you, brings out your facial features".

"Angel!!" yelled Charlie, who's voice had finally recovered from the shock, as she rushed over and hugged her friend. "You look so handsome! Husk is going to love it!".

"Uh... thanks doll" uttered Angel, petting Charlie's head as he looked back at the mirror. Small smile. "Thanks for everything".

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Blackwood Ch.3 

Summary:  (Y/N) ‘Finch’ Blackwood had grown up her whole life without knowing the true identity of her father. She had always thought herself to be content without knowing who he was, but when her work crosses paths with his own, they both face challenges in trying to figure themselves out. Meanwhile, she doesn’t know that her childhood best friend has made his own way through the Navy, and will be joining them on their adventures.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Hint of angst, try and find it.

A/N: One more chapter before my writing hiatus! I will update this as I am available, but there will likely be long stretches of time between chapters from here on out. I graduate in December (I HOPE!) and hopefully the TGM brain rot will still be present. I appreciate you for taking the time to read my fanfics <3 Let me know what you think!

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Masterlist

Over the next few days, Finch tries to piece everything together. Her mom had been a civilian working for the Navy when Maverick attended Top Gun in 1986, so they would have likely crossed paths. She wasn’t exactly sure what the connection was, though. Her mom had never mentioned any flings with him or anybody from his class though.

Finch was also very aware of her birth year and knew that her mom had likely had a one-night stand with someone in 1986, considering she had been born in the mid-Spring of 1987. She had also vaguely remembered finding a photo of her dad when she was younger, but she had been through so much since then that she’d forgotten what he even looked like. 

She did her best to ignore the gnawing feeling about the entire situation that was in the back of her head. The last few days of consulting had resulted in a lot of planning for the mission and additional resources needing to be contacted due to the nature of it.

Currently, she was sitting at a desk in one of the classrooms of the academy, trying to figure out the official flight path for the mission. Cyclone had asked her to give a go at mapping it out and figuring out which speeds and heights they would need to be at in order for it to be successful. She only had a day or two before it needed to be completed and submitted to him, so she really was trying to focus on it. 

A loud ruckus was heard from down the hallway, stealing her attention. She had been studying the damn map for hours at this point and knew that continuing to do so would do her absolutely no good. Heaving out a sigh, she raised up from her seat, stretching out her arms and back. 

The noise continued momentarily, reminding her of the reason she had been distracted in the first place. Exiting the room, she made her way down the hall, following howls of laughter and cheers of excitement. 

The sound led her to the trophy room, where the aviators had gathered for a midday break. Rooster was laughing, though his cheeks were brushed with a hint of red. She could tell that Bob was slightly uncomfortable from the conversation, and everybody else was enjoying themselves.

Standing in the doorframe, she crossed her arms, smirking. “So, what’s got the gang all riled up today, huh?” She asked, scanning their faces.

Rooster turned redder, his ears beginning to turn pink. Payback and Coyote couldn’t help but let out another laugh, slapping their thighs. Hangman is smiling like the Cheshire cat, and she can tell that he’s the one who brought up the topic in the first place.

Phoenix looks to her with a playful smile, finally relenting to answer her, “Bagman made a suggestion as to how Rooster got his callsign, and uh, it wasn’t entirely clean.” She revealed, biting her lip to hold back a laugh.

Finch chuckled, returning her gaze to the man in question. She couldn’t say that she hadn’t thought about it, but only in passing. She tried to keep her thoughts clean, but sometimes, just sometimes, she had to relax a little bit herself.

Everyone had started to quiet down now that they had gotten it out of their system, but Finch began to get curious. How did he get his callsign? She didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was stationed in Virginia Beach. 

“Actually,” she said out of the blue, breaking apart the new silence that had just come over the room. “How did  you get your callsign? Since we’re all here, might as well have a callsign story time while we’re here and on the subject.” 

Everyone looked towards her now, observing her stance. She was leaned up against the doorframe now, arms crossed with a glint in her eye. Nobody could exactly tell where her mind was, but none of the dared to ask.

“I got mine because, well you know, I pay people back like I say I’m going to.” Payback replied, starting off the conversation.

Everybody eventually went around explaining the stories behind their callsigns. Hangman was obvious, she had witnessed and observed him leaving people out to dry on multiple occasions since she’d met him. Bob, well he got his because many people saw him as a Bob, but he had thrown in a mention of having taken his niece or nephew to see the minion movie…

Fanyboy was hesitant to explain his, but with a little bit of encouragement, told everybody that he was a hugefan of Taylor Swift. Like, a really big fan. Everyone had a good giggle about it. Coyote had scared off an entire pack of Coyote’s while they had been stationed in the desert, and it stuck after a while. 

Finch knew the story behind Phoenix’s because she had been there when she got it, but it was great all the same. She was extremely proud of her hard work and dedication, and was glad to have watched her bloom into the woman she was today. 

That left her and Rooster to explain theirs. Both were named after a type of bird, so she figured their explanations would be interesting. She decided to go first, leaving Rooster to go very last.

“I got my callsign because not only did I really enjoy bird watching with my mom when I was younger, but I finished the entire book ‘The Goldfinch’ in less than four days. Nothing too interesting, but it resembles me, nonetheless. Finches are beautiful birds, and I feel like we represent each other rather well.” She told them, shrugging her shoulders.

Everyone nodded in agreement, one or two of them shocked by her reading speed. She tended to read relatively quickly, but that was because she never had a lot of time to read in the first place and wanted to get through as many books as she could in her free time. 

Rooster sipped from his water bottle, all eyes turning to him now. He could hear the memory rattle through his brain, but the images of it all were a blur. “Well, as you all know I can play a mean version of Great Balls of Fire,” He started, looking over to Finch, the memory of their first night meeting flashing into his mind. “When I was younger, it was just me and my mom after my dad passed. My mom had this friend who lived in Virginia, close to D.C. We would visit on occasion, and then one day, they told her they were moving states. My mom offered to drive down and help them pack up. Her daughter was about four or five years younger than me; I was like fourteen at the time. They had this old piano, and we had both been taking piano lessons, so we tried to have a piano battle in the middle of all this chaos. I started singing, and I will admit my skills were not as sharp as they are now,”

“Anyways, I start singing, and she stops playing her keys. She turns to me, and tells me to stop crowing like a rooster, and I told her she sounded like a dying bird. It was funny. Our moms were annoyed though, so we just stopped and continued to help.” He said, chuckling at the memory.

Finch is frozen in the doorway, the exact same memory casting through her thoughts. He was Bradley. Not just Rooster, but the Bradley she could never put a face to in her memories. The Bradley that she could never remember his last name, or his mom’s name, or anything about them. 

Rooster looks over to her, observing the expression on her face. It takes a moment, but it clicks shortly after. She was his childhood friend, and they didn’t even know it. He watches her as she steps back from the door, walking down the hallway. He wasn’t going to go after her just then, not only would it be obvious that he also knew, but he needed some time of his own to process it all. 

Finch paces herself quickly down the hallway back to the classroom she had been working in. She really wished she had her phone on her right now, because it was taking everything in her not to call her mom and ask her what her friends name was, and the name of her son. She couldn’t exactly say that he was that same boy who had helped them move all those years ago, but the fact that she shares the memory couldn’t be a coincidence, either.

A knock on the door interrupts her memory speed-run, her body jolting from the suddenness. Maverick stands at the entry, looking over at her concerned. Of course, the other person who she was trying to figure out things about just had to show up.

She stands from her position, saluting him. “Captain,” her voice is taught, though she tries to maintain composure. “What can I do for you?”

Maverick just shakes his head casually, walking over to sit in the seat in front of her. “I was just popping in to see how your mapping was going,” he confesses, turning in the chair to face her. “Seems like something’s bothering you though, care to talk about it?” 

Finch can feel a burst of anxiety in her chest in that moment. She’s basically mentally sandwiched between the two people she’s trying to figure out, and there’s no relenting, apparently. 

Taking a deep breath, Finch gives herself a second to think, of anything, to deter the conversation. She doesn’t even know what to talk to him about, she only knows him on a surface level, and she definitely isn’t in the mindset to talk about the mission details, nor about how he possibly knows her mother. 

“You know, Mav, I do have a question for you,” she tells him, moving the tablet on the desk in front of her to the side. “What was your Top Gun experience like?” It was a good question, and maybe he would give her details that would help her without her having to be too direct with him about it. 

He looks at her then, taking in her features. He could see the resemblance to Charlie. He had always wondered how she had faired after she took off, leaving him without a trace of contact or anything. She had that same determination in her eye, the prowess and the confidence. She had to be wicked smart, considering where she was in her career, never mind highly skilled and well-trusted. 

He finally considers her question. He had a choice to make in whether he gave her the full and honest truth, or some cover story. He really was not a fan of reliving those days, considering what happened while he was here the first time. His train of thought veers slightly, images of Goose and the neon green dye that had permanently haunted his dreams running through his head.

He voice is hardly steady as he replies to Finch, “I’d rather not talk about it.” His throat bobbed as he held the memory back, his lip caught gently between his teeth.

Finch recognizes that he doesn’t need to be pushed, and nods in agreement, her eyes glimpsing down to the tablet in front of her. She guessed that if she couldn’t pry him about his past, she might as well try to sort out the future.

“Well, if anything, I think I figured out some stuff about this flight path. I know that they have to start flying it soon, but I can’t exactly figure out what the maximum height would be. I know that the SAMs will activate if they go above x amount of feet, but I know we want to stay below that.” She tells him, changing the subject. 

She can tell that he’s not entirely there anymore but told him anyways. She had seen that look on her mom’s face a few times when she had been telling her about her career. Her mom rarely talked about her time at Top Gun, and she had never been sure of exactly why that was. She didn’t know if it had just been that bad, or if there had been a series of events that were separate of the experience that made it an unwelcome memory for her. 

Maverick nods, glancing at the diagram on the screen. He’s still slightly off from the memories he’d just had but does his best to be in the present. “I understand. You know, I think we could probably go for a maximum height of 100 feet.” 

Finch isn’t exactly sure what the hell this man thinks he’s doing with a crew of six aviators but sending them into a mission at only 100 feet above ground level was not what she had in mind. She feels shocked that he would consider that, but they would have to meet with Cyclone and Warlock to make it official anyways.

“Mav, are you insane!?” She asks him, voice slightly raised.

He just looks at her and shrugs his shoulders, hand coming up to massage his chin and cheek. He’s got a lot riding on this mission, including his career, and he knows it’s more than risky business even trying to attempt this mission. 

“Look, I know I sound crazy, but trust me. These SAMs are no joke, and if we want a remote chance of survival, we have to be as low as we can.” He explained himself, trying to be sympathetic towards her concerns.

Silence filled the space eerily, tension gradually building. Finch was not in a space to discuss the safety of these aviators with their instructor, who according to her coworkers, was reckless anyways and had just reached Mach 10.3 in a scramjet and otherwise would have been discharged for it too. 

Finch sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. This entire situation was stressful, and she wasn’t even going on the mission itself. She looked back to Maverick then, trying to sort through it all in her head. 

“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence, “I think it’s time that I call it a day.” Moving from her chair, she began to gather her materials. There was too much going on to think, and too many people around her who were also on her mind. 

Maverick nods, rising from his own seat. “Finch,” He wipes his hands in his pants, not realizing how sweaty he had become. “I appreciate you wanting to learn more about me, but I think it’s better that we leave things in the past.”

Looking over her shoulder at him, she gives his statement a thought. Why do things have to stay in the past? She immediately felt like he was being suspicious about the entire situation but resolved to pull the information from someone.

“No worries, I understand.” She lies to him, walking out of the room and down the hall. 

Her curiosity peaked at this point, and she knew that she had to get down to the bottom of this situationship it appeared her mom and Maverick had, not only now, but in the past as well.

Chapter 4

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Where Are We Alice? -Klaus M.

Klaus' Trip to Wonderland Pt.1

Klaus Mikaelson x Cheshire Cat (F Human Version)

A/n: This is one of my first stories but also one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it, the chapters get longer after the first few and I will be posting regularly.

Part 2

Klaus was freaking out. There was no other way to put it. He had been running from Mikael for 1000 years and in the course of 2 days Damon had set him free and sent him after Klaus. He was currently watching Damon and Mikael inside the boarding house from his hiding place in the woods, trying to figure out their plan, but when Damon locked eyes with Klaus out the window, he knew he had to run. He took off back into the woods as fast as he could, quickly trying to hide as he heard Mikael gaining on him. He contemplated climbing trees, or jumping into the lake when he saw exactly what he needed, a rabbit hole. It was large and dark, he could wait in it for an hour until he was sure Mikael was gone, but he quickly realized that may not have been the greatest plan. When he fell in, he didn't stop falling. He didn't scream of course, although he felt he may have hit his head as he jumped down because he fell through an endless tunnel, surrounded by bookshelves, a piano, and lights everywhere. He grunted as he landed on a bed before continuing his decent and falling through a ceiling into an odd little room full of doors. He stood up and only had a moment to look around before he heard a girlish scream, followed by a blonde women falling from the opposite direction he did. "Are you alright miss?" He asked, being a gentleman. Most people didn't know but Klaus did have manners, he just didn't use them around people who didn't deserve it, but this young girl, no more than 18, had never done anything to him.

"Yes, I think so, where am I?" She questioned as he helped her up.

"I'm not sure, I only fell in here a moment before you did. I'm Klaus."

"Alice." She quickly rushed away from him, trying to open all the doors with a key that was on the table before realizing it went to the smallest door in the room, one they could never fit into. He sighed before turning and seeing a bottle on the table that wasn't there before. He picked it up, shrugging, and taking a small sip before he began coughing and suddenly everything in the room was much, much taller than he was.

"Give me the key!" He shouted to her and she did before taking a sip herself while he unlocked the door and opened it to find...a garden? Klaus felt her grab ahold of his arm as they walked through the door before it slammed behind them and quickly stumbled upon a group of...people?

He stared forward to see a white rabbit, a door mouse, 2 short bald twins, and a...caterpillar smoking on a mushroom? Dear god, what drugs was he on? Of course he knew he hadn't been drugged, as a hybrid no drug would work on him, but he was sure if he could get high, this is what it would feel like.

"What do you say Absolem? Is she the right Alice?" The rabbit questioned and Klaus knew he had missed something as he looked down and saw a picture of what looked like Alice killing a dragon.\

"Not hardly." He grunted, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

"I told you she's the wrong Alice!" The mouse shouted making Klaus raise his brows in question.

"I was so sure."

"Little imposter! Pretending to be Alice." A large flower complained and he pushed Alice behind him slightly as everyone was approaching her threateningly.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be the wrong Alice." The girl on Klaus' arm spoke up, but Klaus paid no mind as he heard something in the distance barreling toward them at an alarming rate. He pulled Alice out of the way of the beast at the last possible second before she got flattened.

"BANDERSNATCH!" The twins screamed in fear as a bunch of life sized cards followed behind it and everyone began running. Klaus was about to fight them off when Alice was pulling him along a trail, running after the twins. He was unsure of why he allowed it but something told him he needed to, that he needed to continue going in this direction.

"Wait, this is only a dream!" Alice exclaimed as she stopped suddenly. "You can't hurt me, you can't hurt me." And it didn't seem like it was going to as it stopped in front of her, that is, until Mallymkun stabbed it, pulling out it's eye, causing it to scratch Alice quite harshly. Klaus grabbed her into his arms and ran at an inhuman pace until they were away from the threat, placing her back on her feet. "Thank you Klaus." He nodded kindly watching the twins grab her hands and continue down the trail for a few moments.

"This way, east to Queast."

"No, South to Snud!" They argued, like they always seemed to, when suddenly there was a loud screeching noise from behind them and Klaus turned to see a giant bird barreling towards them.

"Duck!" He hissed, taking Alice to the ground as the boys were lifted into the air and flown away. "Well, at least we finally got them to shut up." He laughed but stopped at her angry glare.

"That's no nice Klaus, they were sweet boys."

"Sorry." He cringed at that word on his tongue, and questioned why he was even saying it, before following behind her as they continued along the trail.

[tdoong15]

Little!Yeji. Cg!Ryujin

Warnings: none

Messing with filters

Ryujin and Yeji were in Ryujin's room, laying on her bed, because Yeji had woken up feeling small so she decided to walk over to the other girl's room. They were currently watching Alice in Wonderland since that was what Yeji had requested to watch, there was no reasoning behind it, she just felt like watching that movie.

"Mama you wook wike the Blue Caterpillar" Yeji commented which made Ryujin widen her eyes in surprise. "Are you sure it's the caterpillar and not the Cheshire Cat,Yeddeong?" Ryujin asks, kind of hoping that Yeji was meant to say something else instead of the Caterpillar. "Hmm? Oh yea I sees it now" Yeji looks at the Cheshire Cat on the screen then back at Ryujin. "What am I mama?" Yeji questions, she was intrigued by the idea of knowing which Alice in Wonderland character she was. "I think you're Alice herself because you're really brave" Ryujin says honestly, her fingers ran through Yeji's hair in a soothing motion.

Yeji nods her head in agreement as she continues to watch the movie alongside her Mama. When the movie came to a close, Yeji poked Ryujin's arm until Ryujin looked at Yeji. "Mama I'm hungwy" Yeji pouts slightly. Ryujin was thinking about teasing the little but she couldn't bring herself to do it especially because of how cute Yeji looked when she pouts.

"Alright then, Yeddeong. Can you please move over so Mama can go and collect some snacks?" Ryujin gives a soft smile when Yeji immediately does as she's told, proving how hungry she was because normally Yeji would have messed around and continued to lay on Ryujin for a few more minutes.

"Good job, Yeddeong. Now I won't be long I promise to be up as fast as possible once I've grabbed some snacks for us" Ryujin explains whilst she walks out of the room, she decided to leave her phone since she wasn't going far and because she trusted Yeji to not mess with her phone. " 'Kay 'Kay, mama." Yeji waves at Ryujin and waits for her to come back.

After two minutes Yeji got bored and looked around the room for something to entertain her. She then spotted Ryujin's phone on the bedside table and a grin grew on her face as she took the phone and unlocked it with the password she remembered. "Oooo I can take pwetty photos!" Yeji clicks on the camera icon and begins to take hundreds of pictures of herself really up close.

Yeji had accidentally pressed on a random but it had exposed her to filters. "Woah! I can wook wike something else!" Yeji happily exclaimed before she took even more pictures of herself in a variety of filters from one that distorts her face to one that gave her cat ears. She also created videos for any filters that changed her voice.

Yeji was laughing hysterically at the new discovery and it was to the point where she didn't hear Ryujin enter the room again. "What are you doing Yeddeong?" Ryujin laughs softly at the faces Yeji had pulled. As soon as Yeji heard Ryujin's voice she immediately placed the phone back to where it was. "I did nothin' mama" Yeji tried to make a lie because she thought she was in trouble. "Hey it's fine, I saw you having fun on my phone" Ryujin gives a reassuring smile, she also hugged Yeji gently.

"Oh 'kay then mama. I didn't do anythin' bad though" Yeji clears her name when she sees Ryujin take her phone back to check her camera roll. "I can see that Yeddeong, it looks like you do enjoy the filters quite a bit especially the cat one." Ryujin's smile grows wider, revealing her dimples, when she looked at all of the pictures.

"How about we take one together? Would you like that, baby?" Ryujin asks Yeji, who immediately nodded her head at a rapid pace. "Alright let's do one together." Ryujin lays back on the bed and Yeji quickly goes back to resting on top of her. What was originally meant to be one picture actually turned into a lot because Yeji had taken control of Ryujin's phone again and had spammed the photo button numerous times, but it didn't upset Ryujin at all because it only meant more memories to keep.

Hello I've posted once again. I decided to go with ITZY this time because I don't see a lot of agere fics related to them (unless there actually is a lot and I've just not seen them.) I was actually meant to post this yesterday or the day before, I'm not quite sure, but the reason why I didn't is just simply due to the fact that I kept pushing it back, along with the fact I was playing video games yesterday.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

((Alright folks, under the read more is the very long tale of what's happened so far in my dnd campaign and what happened last night

SO!

I live with my DM, have done for 5 years now and we've been best friends for about 20 years. Ish. We forget how old we were when we met. It's a long story. The entire world is homebrewed; everything from maps to culture to world history to an entire fucking pantheon. Seriously. My best friend is *incredible* and when I'm not involved in a campaign, I've been their sound board.

The party composition has changed a lot since we first started February 2022 for various reasons: -Cleric switched to Bard cause he was getting a bit bored and wanted to try something different for a while. The Cleric is still alive just currently tied up with work at his temple -Original Bard switched to Rogue because she lost her character sheet and it got flavoured that she was always a Rogue and just pretending to be a Bard -Barbarian was kicked out once he finally revealed his true toxic narcisstist colours and if he comes anywhere his ex (the Rogue player) we're calling the police -One of our Sorcerers switched to Paladin because we had no melee party members and got our asses handed to us a few sessions ago. That particular fight was meant to be difficult and unwinnable but not quite as drastic as what ended up happening. Lots of unlucky dice rolls

Current Level 10 Party composition is as follows: -Luran: Half Elf Bard, not sure what college. He's an artist, his inspiration is flicks of colourful paint that twirl very prettily around us -Love: Reborn Tiefling Sorcerer. Can't remember what her source of magic is rn. She's got all of her skin and organs and everything, she's just covered in burns -Farla: Tabaxi Rogue, Assassin specifically. She's caused so many fucking issues for us -.- Oh and she's officially in trouble with her guild for lack of loyalty and therefore potentially getting the rest of us in trouble -Xiderm: Reborn Eladrin Druid/Artificer. The tech thing is recent. He's literally a skeleton. Yes his name is a taxidermy joke. He and Love bond a lot over the death thing -Cassius: Human (I think) Paladin, Oath of Conquest. He's only been with us for a few sessions and was specifically assigned to us by our mercenary Guild Master to babysit us because we keep ending up in shit -Alice (AKA me~): Human Archfey Warlock, Pact of the Tome. I went full Alice in Wonderland because autism brain a couple years back said "This is a thing you like now" so I'm running with it. Wild Beyond The Witchlight only enabled this. My Patron is the Cheshire Cat~ I'm also currently a Dhampir! I got turned a while back and only got found out last night~

I can go into the story of the whole campaign cause that'll take up it's own post tbh but last night~

We finished our journey across the lake and continued escorting a lovely dwarf named Amelia. She's taking a project back to one of the big cities in the area; she's essentially making the world's first WarForged but it's not quite there yet, it's barely even a prototype and not even sentient. We're headed to the same place so we offered to go with her. We settled into this cosy little pub in a crack in a mountain, got a brief lesson on Dwarven culture (whether you finish the drink or not, you accept the mug that is offered to you and at least try a few sips. To so anything else is highly offensive) and settled in for the night before heading off the next morning. We stopped off at a teeny tiny hamlet cause night was falling, city is still like 3 days away. And the inn didn't really have enough rooms and beds for all of us so we sort of just... grabbed whatever space we could in the area.

Which made it difficult for me to sneak off and go find some food. Cause I got turned into a vampire in a session that happened in October and I only started seriously dropping hints in... March? Because I have heard our Druid/Artificer out of character chatting to our DM that he's sure something is going on with me and just never did anything about it in character. So yeah, I've been very quietly communicating with DM for that long for whenever I'm sneaking off at night to go find an animal to suck the blood of.

As you can imagine, I got caught. Rolled a pretty decent stealth check but Xiderm saw through it and was more concerned by the fact that I, Alice, a very proper lady and courtsean who needs sleep, was sneaking out of the inn in the middle of the night. I noticed I was being followed and tried to lose him, thought I did but we're in a mountain area. There's not a lot of wildlife around that would sate me and I went hungry the night before. Xiderm ended up catching me a couple of rodents of varying sizes but it wasn't enough to fully sate me. It'll have to do though. We had a good long talk and I was given an ultimatium: Tell the party about my condition before we reach Kethador ( the city we're headed to) or he will.

Which I've agreed to purely because that city is underground. No wildlife means no blood. Which means I start getting disadvantages after 3 days, after a week I have to kill to be sated and after 12 days I will go feral and we don't know how long we'll be there.

We also had a talk about when it happened (Player actually guessed this) and why. I chose it. When the rest of the party were getting attacked by creatures in the middle of the night, I was called by an alluring voice which turned out to be a very pretty lady vampire who offered me the choice to be turned instead of being attacked by her hoardes of brothers. I had a talk with Chesh and with her and then accepted her offer.

Anyway. Next morning we start going up the mountain pass and end up in a fight with a rock dragon. Think... Gravios from Monster Hunter. And then we ended there because we play in the evenings and some of us needed sleep and had work in the morning.))

[marnerwrites]

TW: misogyny, brief mention of internalized homophobia, racism, whitewashing, and mentions of pr*datory behaviour.

I told myself that I would absolutely never make a callout post and yet here I am. I feel as if I need to do my part and protect other admins and groups within the rpc as well as clear the air since my roleplay has been mentioned in the rph/rpt tags. I am an admin over at @scatteredtaleshq. We’re a small next-gen-based Disney group that tries to foster an inclusive and creative safe space for our members. With that being said, I want to warn the roleplay community about two members we had named Red (musingsbyred) and Hanne. They applied at the same time and it was clear from the get-go that they were friends. Red applied as the Cheshire Cat with Chris Wood as the faceclaim and Hanne applied as Mr. Mittens from Pixar’s Soul with Melissa Benoist as the faceclaim. We had to approach Hanne and let her know that Mr. Mittens was canonically a man and she swapped out her character for Duchess from the Aristocats. They both then applied for Copper and Tod from The Fox and the Hound. 

The first red flag appeared when Copper and Tod’s bios were posted and Red asked for Tod to have a family with Vixey while identifying as gay and being in the closet about his sexuality. Red was insistent on having Vixey and their shared child in the group despite Tod having feelings for Copper, which felt strange to the admin team. It felt like they were trying to form some sort of plot point rooted in latent misogyny. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with having two men in love or being in the closet about one’s sexuality, but don’t use their wife of convenience as a wanted connection. It’s not fair and sends a weird misogynistic message. With that being said, it was sort of brushed off because we didn’t feel as if we had proper grounds to approach them yet unless one of our members expressed discomfort. The next thing that unfolded was Hanne applying for Kida from Atlantis with Laura Harrier as the faceclaim. Since Laura is half white and both of Kida’s parents appear in the movie and are both people of colour, we told Hanne we would be more comfortable with her using a fully black faceclaim or a non-white fcoc. 

She apologized for choosing Laura and then continued to say that she was just trying to use someone she already had resources of and that Laura matched Kida’s ‘shade’. She then tried to argue the whole Laura being used as a faceclaim further and asked if she could get some “leeway” on it. There is NO leeway on white-washing characters. It’s unacceptable, especially after we provided some beautiful dark skinned women as options for Kida. Disney might’ve been racially ambiguous in terms of Kida, but we don’t have to follow that same route. We of course told her no and despite being dejected, she found an alternative faceclaim on her own. After that, two other issues arose with Red and Hanne. 

First of all, Red applied for the child of Sulley named Jasper Sullivan. She posted an intro establishing another family when we prohibit anyone from setting up a family that isn’t currently present to maintain creative freedom for future members. We asked her to remove that part of her bio and she proceeded to argue with us over the fact that ‘Hanne was intending to apply for a child of Mike and Celia’, which is something we wouldn’t have known about and neither would any of our other current members who might’ve wanted to apply for a child of Mike and would’ve gotten discouraged. Later that day Hanne posted two open starters despite not following our ‘you must answer 3 opens before posting another open’ rule. At this point, it felt like we had to approach them with a new issue every day and it was getting mentally taxing. Especially since both Red and Hanne weren’t following simple guidelines. Red flag number two came in the form of Hanne asking to change her character, Duchess, to Alice from Alice in Wonderland. 

For context: the admin team had an inkling that the two intended to ship their characters together. They were both first cats and both Chris and Melissa (their faceclaims) are partners in real life. But with Hanne’s desire to switch her character to Alice, we felt uncomfortable, to say the least. The Cheshire Cat being shipped with Alice when he knew her as a child seemed borderline pr*datory. But despite how uncomfortable the admins felt, we couldn’t say anything until our suspicions were confirmed. Everything sort of came to a head when Red asked one of the admins to DM her in the group chat. I responded with, we’d prefer to have issues be brought up through the main (as a form of protection for our admins — especially since we all deal with anxiety, we’re stronger as a cohesive team). They continued to express their discomfort at the fact that Logan Lerman (their faceclaim for Tod) was being used twice in the roleplay. 

For the record: he was already taken as a faceclaim when they applied. We explained this fact to her. Considering the fact we have such a long taken faceclaim page, it can be easy to miss certain faces. It happens to the best of us, especially mobile roleplayers because tumblr is a bit inaccessible but we try our best to keep things organized. They were combative and defensive and insistent on the fact that Logan wasn’t on any of the pages when they joined. Regardless of this argument, our group has a rule that allows faceclaims to be used TWICE. Which was further proof to us that they hadn’t been reading the pages. 

At this point, their tone was combative and argumentative and I can admit ours became a bit on the edge as well, especially since tone is difficult to interpret over text and it felt like they were trying to deny something when we sent them screenshots proving Logan was already taken when they applied. Eventually, the admin team concluded as a whole that we were just bumping heads with Red and that we needed to ask Red to leave. They had only been roleplaying with Hanne back and forth on Tod’s account since arrival, made it seem like replying to 3 open starters was a chore, and were making us uncomfortable for several different reasons. We needed to protect our space and do what we thought was best for every party involved. We explained to them the grounds we had for asking them to leave and they immediately became extremely aggressive and retaliated by posting screenshots onto the dash to cause ooc drama. While none of our other members left, they were made uncomfortable by the whole situation. Hanne left soon after as well, which was no surprise.

After that, Red went to several rpt/rph blogs and began to slander the group. They sent themself anons on the character sideblog they had for the group that no one except our current members would’ve been aware of. They also even went to an RPH pretending that their character sideblog (scaryjasper) was an entirely different person and not themself. Which is the blog they seem to be sending themself anons on because no one outside of our current members (who all chose to stay except one - would’ve been aware of). On top of that, they began to send anons harassing our members (we did not include these in our screenshots because we want to protect our members’ privacy) and sending racist anons to the main. We have never had an issue with any past members and this was extremely jarring to us that they were sending anons to multiple people spreading falsehoods. It isn’t fair to our members for them to be dragged into this and it’s not fair to my admin team who works so tirelessly to make sure everyone feels welcome, included, and safe to voice their thoughts and feelings.

With that being said, I just want to protect other admins from potentially experiencing this. I don’t want to comment or discuss this matter further. I just want my group and rpt/rph accounts to have a moment where they’re no longer harassed by this potentially dangerous individual and their friend who they may or may not be dragging into their toxicity. Especially since we have been informed that they have a history of harassing groups.

Also: If my only crime in my 10+ years of roleplaying is kicking out racist combative misogynists who love to fuel ooc drama, so be it. All of the rules they broke led up to one big decision in which we felt as if we weren’t jiving. Especially since they had both only been in our group for a total of 4 DAYS and this many issues had arisen. No one owes anyone an explanation for kicking roleplayers who make ANYONE uncomfortable or countless red flags. It’s your creative space and you deserve to protect that. I just want this all to be over and for our members to be left out of this as we move forward. I wanted to keep this private and professional, but they chose the alternative route so we should be allowed to share our side of the story as well.

Receipts can be found in the source link.

[stripedcuriosity]

My main verses: cat Cheshire and human Cheshire have little sub verses cause I like being complicated. Human Cheshire will be referred to as Cheshire Gines in this list but both of these guys go by the last name of Gines

v: Cheshire Cat

Verse for the regular Cheshire Cat. Silly goofy cat hours

tag: a curious cat

v: young Cheshire

Verse for little kitty Cheshire. Since my Cheshire is trans, he’s gonna go by she/her and no name. Living with his parents still

FC is Dinah

tag: when i was just a kitten

v: pre-Cheshire transformation

A Cheshire is a phenomenon in Wonderland where someone “snaps” from all the extreme social expectations. It’s more common among the noble class. So this verse takes place before that happens to him. He still has no name and only goes by his last name, Gines, but at least he goes by he/him now. Living with the Duchess

No current FC

tag: most cats have handsome whiskers

v: 1951 movie

Pretty straight forward. After he gets Cheshirefied and almost entirely takes place during the original movie. Goes by Cheshire now. Living in the woods.

tag: ‘twas brillig

v: Alice’s Wonderland Bakery

Also pretty straight forward. He’s now much older and hypothetically wiser, but definitely much friendlier. Still living in the woods.

tag: the only cheshire cat in wonderland

v: Cheshire Gines

Verse for human Cheshire

Doesn’t have a FC so my drawings and regular icons when none of my drawings are accurate to the emotion I’m portraying. Just imagine the cat as a human alright

tag: it’s odd how odd i am

v: young Cheshire Gines

Like the kitten verse, this is for when Cheshire was a little girl. No name for this verse but goes by she/her

tag: they said i’d be a gem

v: young adult Cheshire

This is for when he’s just turned as an adult. He hasn’t transitioned and is still living with his parents but will refer to himself as a he. No name still and just by Gines

tag: an imperfect tune

v: arrived to Wonderland

Human Cheshire is from Yonderland so he one day falls into Wonderland. This is before Father Time gives him the power to be invisible. So he looks normal. Goes by Gines still

tag: a cat may look at a kingdom

v: 1951 movie

Pretty straightforward. Takes place during the movie and now goes by Cheshire.

tag: then it really doesn’t matter which way you go

v: Alice’s Wonderland Bakery

Also pretty straightforward. He’s old now

tag: let me be your guide

v: Modern AU

A verse that only has a human variant. No cat here. Wonderland characters aren’t Wonderlandian and are just normal people. Cheshire lives in an apartment with Cookie raising AWB Alice together.

tag: stranger than normal

v: Wonderland comic

Since this comic is in its own separate continuity, it gets its own verse. Cheshire still lives with the duchess as he creeps around Wonderland, working behind the scenes to rule all of Wonderland. Has both human and cat variants

tag: a mad king of nonsense

v: Unbirthday

Based on the A Twisted Tale book, Cheshire is incredibly sick ever since the Queen has become a dictator. All he can do is try to communicate with his Yonderlander counterpart and with Alice. Depending on which variant you choose, Katz will be related to him.

tag: another me from another world

v: descendants

After their ruler was placed in the Isle of the Lost, all Wonderlanders were relocated to Aurodon. Because of his track record, Cheshire is constantly being threatened to be sent to the Isle. Cheshire tries to live a normal life in a nice apartment but it’s hard when he has to go to court for what feels like every week.

Both variants included

tag: wicked cheshire cat eyes

[bontenbastard]

Times like these are when she can really tell he knows her like the back of his own hand, more than she knows herself. She wanted this from the moment he even joked, or so she thought at the time, about taking a nap together. The way her core felt a little tighter, and her shorts a little damper, her body told her what her mind conveniently chose not to acknowledge.

Just happy to have him here at all, she usually follows his lead. Well, aside from the brief meeting at the races. Her face tinges pink at the bare thought of it. For the past week she could still feel him smell the way his cologne took over her senses, the way his hand grasped at her scalp, how he felt on her tongue, the way he tasted. Alas, this time setting was very different. If he slept then so would she, just like when he kissed her, she reciprocated hungrier. If time with him wasn't so rare, she would demand more of him. Time flies in the current situation. 4 hours easily feels like 40 minutes and the fear of wasting it dictates most of her rationality in his presence. When he gives a green light though, its go.

At his words, her eyes snap open wide awake and her grasp around him tightens instinctively. Taking a deep breath, she doesn't make eye contact and mutters out a simple "please"

It's when he starts to stir that she looks to him, knowing she has to ask him what she normally never would, because God forbid…

"I need to know how behaved I have to be though, just incase. Is your job tonight routine? Or is it something you need to be extra well rested for? I refuse to be the reason you end up in a dangerous situation." 🖤 @allusivealyssa

🖤

The glint in his eyes was feral when he'd asked her the question and she'd said please in the sweetest, softest little voice. Then she'd continued talking and the glint in his eyes faded to something softer, more tender. His arms wrapped themselves around her tightly, holding her as close to him as possible. He couldn't look her in the eyes and lie to her so he pressed his face into her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"So routine it's barely even a job. I got plenty of rest last night." Another lie as he thought back to the hours he'd spent in a warehouse aiding and abetting in many illegal things. "I don't need more rest, I just need you." He tilted her chin up to look at him for a moment, leaning to press a kiss to her forehead. "You are not ever the reason I end up in dangerous situations, that's all on me. So don't behave on my account Kitten, you can be as feral as you want." He punctuated his last sentence with a devious smirk and a slap to her ass.

He pulled her up for another kiss, allowing it to become more heated this time. His hands settled on her ass, kneading it roughly as he pulled her closer to him. Her breasts were squished between them and he groaned at how good her body felt pressed against his. He rolled them over, giving her little warning and smiling as she squealed at the sudden movement. His hands gripped the sides of her cute little workout shorts and shoved them down, panties too, exposing her to him. He bit back what he was afraid might have been a whine when she's bare beneath him and his cock twitches within his boxers.

He slinks down her body with the grace of a cat before settling himself between her thighs. He looks up at her and grins a cheshire cat smile as his strong hands pull her legs apart. "I need to make sure you're wet enough for me to slide in." He drags a single finger up her folds then presses the pad of it against her clit, rubbing slowly. She's soaked, but he wants something else now too. "Hmm, not wet enough. I can help."

He leans in and spits on her cunt, using two fingers to drag it around, before he can't help but crave a taste. When his tongue slides against her clit, her hips buck up into his face and he grips them tightly to hold her down. He laps at her, alternating between flicking her clit with his tongue and slipping it into her cunt, he devours her like she could be his last meal. Which he supposed she could if anything went south before the next time he could sneak away to, so he better eat his fill.

He spent the better portion of half an hour between her thighs. By the time he finally relented, his face was soaked, she'd cum several times, and she was weakly trying to push him away. As he gazed up at her, fucked out of her mind from his reciprocation from race night, he smiled a genuine smile. She was beautiful and there's no where he'd rather be that right here. However, she was also on the brink of consciousness so there was no better time for the two of them to nap together with his cock all warm inside her. He was as hard as a rock and thought he might cum just from sliding into her, but he'd use restraint and wait. It'd be better if he fucked her awake in a couple hours before he had to leave.

He climbed back up her body, pressing kisses from her cunt all the way up to her lips where he gave her slow, sleepy kisses and allowed her to taste herself. He slid his boxers off then rolled her over so she was on her side, her back to him. He used his hand, still wet from her, and coated his cock to make it easier for him to slide in, and lined himself up with her entrance. He snaked his arm around her and his hand wrapped around her neck, giving a squeeze as he pulled her closer to his chest. He moved his hips and allowed his cock to enter her. He got a little over halfway easily before he had to slowly ease in the rest. She was tight as hell and squeezing him and he fucking refused to blow his load this quick like he was 14 again. Once he was fully inside her, his grip on the sides of her neck slackened, though he kept his hand there. He liked to have his kitten by the throat while she slept so she couldn't get away. She let out a sigh as he filled her and within two minutes, her breathing evened out and soft snores echoed in front of him.

He lay there for a moment, just basking in the warmth that was her surrounding him. He'd missed this. He'd missed her. The fleeting moments he'd snuck with her over the last few weeks when it proved too hard to stay away were both his torture and his salvation. It was dangerous, he was putting her and others at risk every time he saw her. But he missed lazy days on the couch with her, napping all day between binges of anime and food breaks. He missed sleepy morning sex and middle of the night sex and kinky sex that ended with both of them so exhausted they slept for 18 hours. He missed sneaking up on her in the shower and the laughs she'd let out when he inevitably joined her. He even missed the goddamn way her hair always ended up in his mouth while they were sleeping. But he had a job to finish and part of that job was for her protection and safety as much as for the others he was trying to keep safe. Knowing he already had an alarm set, his last thought before he fell asleep was that he'd take every second he could get with Alyssa until he finished the assignment and he could come home to her permanently.

[outsideratheart]

When in New York - Part 2 (Kelley O’ Hara x reader)

You and Kelley agreed to meet in the hotel lobby at 10am. It was currently 9:30 and you were at your favourite coffee shop getting you and Kelley a drink. 

 Walking back to the hotel you stopped to meet a few fans, talking selfies and thanking them for their support. You loved your fans but you were hoping that today you and Kelley could just be two normal people going on their first date, not a WNBA player and a soccer player. 

 You enter the lobby and you see Kelley pacing back and forth in front of the elevator, you laugh to yourself feeling her nervousness from across the room. You stand there and watch for a moment, taking in the sight in front of you. She stops pacing and you take that as your que. 

 She smiles as you walk towards her. 

 “Coffee for m’lady” You say handing her a coffee. 

 “Thank you” you watch as she takes a sip, eye widening. 

 “Good?” Kelley nods enthusiastically. 

 “It’s from a little Cuban place not to far from here”  

 “Italy last night, Cuba this morning. Where are we going for lunch?” the defender jokes. 

 “That’s my favourite thing about New York. You can travel the world without leaving the city” 

 “I never thought about it like that” 

 “I was thinking we walk around a bit then get some food” you suggest. 

 “Sounds good to me” 

 Just like the night before you hold your hand out and Kelley doesn’t hesitate to take it. 

 You walk the streets of Brooklyn taking this time to get to know each other. You ask her about her love for soccer and what young Kelley was like, hanging on word she said. You genuinely wanted to know everything about. 

 In return, Kelley asks you about your family, growing up in both new York and Italy. You shock yourself about how open you are, you don’t hold anything back. There is something about her you automatically trust which doesn’t happen that often. 

 You look at Kelley while she is talking and feel this happiness and begin to think about the future and if Kelley could be apart of it. Would the long distance be worth it? You know that if you both lived in the same city that you wouldn’t think twice about being with her. 

 “Earth to Y/N, What are you looking at?”  

 “You” you say simply. 

 Kelley shoulder barges you. 

 As you round the corner you see a basketball court and you pull Kelley over to watch. 

 “I used to play here” You say as you watch the kids play. 

 “Little Y/N L/N” she says playfully, almost teasing you. 

 “Joke all you like but I took everybody on” 

 “Why I am not surprised”  

 “Look” Kelley says pointing towards the kid on the court. 

 You both watch as the little girl takes her hoodie off revealing her Y/L/N jersey. You feel a Cheshire cat sized grin appear on your face. 

 Seeing people wearing your jersey never gets old but it’s moments like these that mean the most to you.  

 “You should go say hi” Kelley says as you shake your head watching her play, she was good. 

 “Do you mind if we watch for a few minutes” you ask, and she shakes her head before resting it on your shoulder. 

 You both watch the young girl play and you begin to envy her, what you would do to able to play with no pressure, no thoughts about the next game, just you, the ball and the hoop. 

 “she’s good” You hum in agreement. 

 The girl is in her own world until the ball bounces off the rim and rolls towards you. 

 “You’re” you nod. 

 “Good game last night” 

 “You think so?” you ask the girl 

 “Yeah. I saw it in person, you were awesome” The young girls says getting excited. 

 “Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself” You say. 

 “Will you sign my jersey?” you tell the girl you will, and she runs to her bag getting a pen. 

 You sign the jersey and the girl tells you how she plays here every day. 

 “Y/N used to play here to” Kelley tells the girl. 

 “I know, that’s why I play here. I want to play like Y/N, play in the WNBA” she tells her. 

 “From what I have just watched you have a good chance” you tell the girl and you mean every word. 

 You take a photo with the girl and one with Kelley too before continuing your date. 

 “Did you bring me here on purpose?” Kelley asks. 

 You nod your head “Yes. I wanted to show who I was, nothing says it better than that court”

 Kelley stops causing you to do the same. 

 “what?” you ask 

 “You are a big softie” She says with a huge smile on her face. 

 You chuckle, shaking your head before you begin walking again. 

 “What do you fancy for breakfast?” you ask Kelley. 

 “Pancakes” 

 You open you mouth to say something but Kelley cuts you off. 

 “let me guess, you know a place” 

 “Look at us, one date and your already know me so well” You joke. 

 Twenty minutes later, you arrive at the breakfast place. 

 You yawn as you sit down which it doesn’t go unnoticed by Kelley. 

 “Are you tired?” She asks and you nod. 

 “What would you have been doing if we weren’t together?” another question. 

 “Last night was a tiring game so I would still be in bed” You say and Kelley frowns. 

 “But I would rather be here with you” you say, this time she smiles. 

 “That’s better, I don’t like it when you frown” you hold you hand across the table, hoping Kelley will take it, which she does. 

 That’s the thing with Kelley, you want to hold her hand all the time. It gives you the connection that you crave when you are with her. 

 “I don’t want this to end” Kelley says. 

 “Neither do I” you say. 

 You both go quiet. As great as this day had been you knew that it would come to an end, you would go back to Seattle and Kelley would go back to Utah. 

 Your foods comes and you notice Kelley eyeing up what you ordered. 

 “Would you like to try some?” you say pointing your fork to the French toast in front of you. 

 “You told pinoe that you don’t share food?” She says remembering when megan wanted some of your pasta the night before. 

 “You can be the exception” You say winking at the defender. 

 You cut a piece of your toast and give her some. You notice some powdered sugar on the corner of her mouth and it takes everything in you not to kiss it off her. 

 “You have a little” you gesture to the side of your mouth. 

 You watch Kelley as she manages to wipe every part of her mouth except the part with sugar on. 

 “Here let me” you say grabbing a napkin. 

 You lean in wiping her mouth but before you pull away you lean into her ear. 

 “I really want to kiss you” 

 “I wont stop you” She says barely a whisper. 

 You move from the side of her face so you are looking her in the eye. You lean in placing a quick peck on her lips before moving away. 

 You sit back with a huge smile on your face, feeling like you had just won the lottery.  

 You both finish your meals and the waitress brings over the bill. You are quick to grab it before Kelley has a chance. 

 “You paid last night” 

 “That was a dinner with friends, this is our first date. You can pay for the second” You say and Kelley doesn’t say anything. 

 “I mean that is if you want to go on a second date” you start to worry. 

 “It’s not that. It’s just” Kelley pauses “after today I don’t know when I will see you” Kelley says and you see her eyes her begin to fill. 

 At least you knew she felt the same way you do. 

 “It isn’t over yet Kel” You say trying to lift the mood. 

 You take the bill to the bar and see that Kelley is waiting for you by the door. 

 You look at your watch seeing that it is time to head back as you had a plane to catch. 

 “time to go?” she says and you nod your head. 

 The walk back to the hotel felt like it took seconds when in reality you and Kelley were doing everything you could to make it last as long as possible. 

 You see the hotel in front of you and you could see some fans outside meaning that your privacy with Kelley was almost over. 

 Whilst you slow down, Kelley continues at normal pace. You stop to tie your shoes which are perfectly tied, trying to think of way to have more time but you know that isn’t an option not when the team is waiting for you. 

 You look up to see Kelley standing right in front of you. 

 Now is your chance, it is just you and her. 

 You stand up, now eye to eye. 

 Looking to her lips then back to her. You bring your hand to her face, stroking her check before your thumb finds its way to her lip. Kelley melts at your touch and you smile knowing the affect your touch has on her. 

 You look at her and she nods ever so slightly, giving you the permission you wanted. 

 You bring your lips to hers, this time the kiss is more passionate than the one at the restaurant. You mouths move in sync, you only stop when Kelley pulls back stopping for air. 

 “This doesn’t have to end” you begin to say “I want to be with you, not just for the day Kelley. Today has been one of the best days I have had in a long while. Being with you, I feel calm and peaceful” 

 “But what about the distance?” She asks being realistic. 

 “It will be hard but I promise I will make it worth it” you say as if begging her to give you a chance. 

 “What are you saying?”  

 “I’m saying” you pause as you feel yourself getting more and more nervous “What I’m saying, well technically asking is, will you be my girlfriend?” 

 Kelley doesn’t say anything, she only nods her head frantically. 

 “I’m going to need to you say it Kels otherwise I won’t believe it” 

 “Yes, Y/N I will be your girlfriend” She tells you and this time it is Kelley that kisses you, you can feel her smile against your lips just as she can feel yours. 

 You both walk back to the hotel hand in hand, wondering what is next for the two of you. 

[ectonurites]

LIAN'S ALIVE???!?!!?!??? love that for us but asdfghjk when?

Alright so she technically started showing back up before she was revealed to be Lian, they were able to pull that off by having her look different now. She’s older, goes by the name ‘Shoes’ and has blue hair.

She first started showing up in Catwoman back around Joker War in 2020, as one of the young street thieves in Alleytown Selina took under her wing:

(Catwoman Vol. 5 #25)

During Future State, it was shown that Shoes would go on to take the mantle of ‘Cheshire Cat’ which was when people started speculating ‘hey- holy shit what if that’s Lian?’

(Future State: Catwoman #1)

Lo and behold, when we got the Festival of Heroes book a few months later…

(DC Festival of Heroes - The Asian Superhero Celebration #1)

In current continuity due to… whatever circumstances, Jade had to abandon Lian as a child. All Lian could remember of her childhood was Jade’s mask (yes apparently now the cartoon mask is in the comics), which she then decides to use as a basis for her own.

Now, because continuity is a whole fun mess after Death Metal, Roy who is suddenly alive again was able to remember Lian… and Lian’s death:

(Infinite Frontier: Secret Files - Chapter 2)

But then during the main Infinite Frontier book he was able to confirm that she’s alive again

(Infinite Frontier #2)

(Infinite Frontier #5)

So Roy knows she’s out there somewhere! Does not know where. We just know he wants to find her:

(Infinite Frontier #6)

And Jade? Jade got to reunite with Lian at the end of Ram V’s run on Catwoman, though for Lian it was more of an introduction.

(Catwoman Vol. 5 #38)

So we’re in this fun place now of… holy shit we need to get these three in the same room please for a proper reunion. There’s still a lot of questions left to be answered, but she is back.

[alpacaparkaseok]

Spooked

Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post! Thanks for sending it in, I had so much fun with it! :)

Pairing: best friend!BTS, maybe some secret crushes going on? 👀

Premise: You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?

So, so much.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: they are touring a haunted house, so there’s gonna be some scary story/spooky things going on. hopefully there’s enough fun things/fluff to counter it? 

a/n: this was longer than I expected it to be...but I was having fun with ot7. hopefully nobody minds lol

It wasn't your fault that Hobi had never seen "A Quiet Place". He had mentioned it as you scrolled through the options on his TV while lounging on his couch like an overgrown cat. Everyone else was in the process of scarfing down their dinner, popping popcorn, and laughing over whatever Jimin and Yoongi were bickering about.

Obviously you had to watch it.

Naturally, the conversation had drifted to a bit more spooky topics. You'd come back from grabbing more popcorn surprised to find Jin talking about his friend that wanted to open up a house they'd inherited for ghost tours.

After nudging Jimin out of the way, you took up your usual spot next to Taehyung. They all watch you with amused eyes, knowing full well that Taehyung is the only one that willingly scratches your back on movie nights.

"Really, like is it the kind of haunted house where people dress up and scare you?" Jungkook asked, his interest piqued.

Jin shook his head. "No, not really. It sounds like they just walk you through the house and tell stories and stuff."

You and Jungkook share a look, already thinking the same thing. A glance at Hobi shows him clutching a blanket to his chest, caught between the events of the film and the conversation taking place.

"We should go," you ventured, immediately earning a startled stare from both Jin and Hobi. The others chuckle in response, Namjoon swatting Jungkook's hand half-heartedly as he tries to steal more popcorn from him.

"...noooo," Jin began. "It's not like it's up and running yet, they're just working on getting it ready for the fall-"

Jungkook picks up where you left off. "Perfect! We can be their test group. That way they'll know what they can do for the general public, get an idea of what works and what doesn't."

You jump in again before Jin can protest more. "C'mon! And besides, this may be your only chance just to go for fun! Otherwise you'd have to find a way to go without running into all of those people, and have to contact management about it..."

Jin sighs, looking at Hobi who stares back at him with an expression of defeat. You grin, Taehyung chuckling beside you.

"Fine."

It was all too easy. Standing here now, you can see just why they want to open this up for ghost tours. Of course you won't admit it, but you already have chills running down your spine.

Or maybe that's just because Jung Hoseok is currently breathing down your neck.

"Alright," Jin's friend, Gina stands at the top of the steps, smiling down at you all. "Everybody ready?"

Jungkook and Taehyung, completely riled up, let out whoops and cheers while everyone else grunts in acknowledgement. Hobi clings to the back of your jacket, whimpering like a lost puppy.

This should be fun.

Jungkook doesn't bother to wait for everyone else, heading straight inside after Gina. Taehyung and Jimin are hot on his heels, joking about something back and forth. You follow after them, glancing back at Hobi with an amused grin.

"Oh," he realizes that he's still clinging to you. "Right." Extracting his hand from your jacket, he lets you move forward. He remains close behind you, Jin at his side.

Namjoon and Yoongi bring up the rear, hardly paying attention to anything that's going on as they chat about a business they saw not far from here.

"We'll begin in the front study here," Gina adopts a spooky tone as she stands in the candlelight. Shadows dance along the walls, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Suddenly you wish that Hobi was still holding onto you.

Slowly, so as to not draw the attention (and teasing) of the maknae line, you step back until you're between Namjoon and Yoongi.

The two of them smirk down at you, knowing full well that you're already spooked.

"What are you doing?" Jin whispers back to you, eyes wide while he rubs his arms as though he's cold. "Trying to abandon us to the ghosts?"

You shake your head fervently, hoping that they don't notice the way you're sneaking your hand into the pocket of Yoongi's jacket.

"No, the middle is the safest place," you argue. Yoongi gives a breathy chuckle beside you, his hand finding yours in the warmth of his pocket and giving it a squeeze. Thankfully the house is dark enough that the blush on your cheeks shouldn't be visible.

Absentmindedly you link your other arm through Namjoon's, hardly able to breathe properly when he instinctively moves closer.

What were you even saying?

"A-and now you've got three in front and three in back. You're totally safe."

Hobi and Jin look at each other like they know exactly what you’re up to, but don't push it as they suddenly begin walking again. Gina leads the way toward the dining room, weaving a tale of how the estranged wife of the owner of the house swore she would never leave the property.

"Did she?" Jungkook asks from the front, peeking in closed off rooms along the way. You can't help but marvel at his fearlessness.

Gina's eyes glow with excitement, almost as though she were waiting for someone to ask that. "No. Years later, when the owner sold the house, the new occupants said they found a sealed off room in the basement." You gasp, the sound echoing through the hallway. You miss the look Jimin gives you, too attached to the story.

"What..." you clutch Namjoon's arm, the fabric of his jacket bunching in your hand. "Did they ever open up the room?"

Gina grins. "They did. They hired someone to come and open the sealed door. However, the man they hired only got about halfway before quitting. He was terrified."

Yoongi leans down to whisper in your ear. "Are you trying to cut off my circulation?"

It's only then that you notice you've been squeezing his hand with startling strength. "Whoops." Going to remove your hand from his, he frowns, holding it tighter before you can move.

Well, if this isn't a rollercoaster of emotions.

"Why was he so scared?" Namjoon pipes up beside you, a hint of a smile gracing his features as he reads the expression on your face. Oh, you're so screwed. "Did he find something?"

"It's not so much what he found as what he didn't," Gina replies. "But we'll have to save that for last. For now, the dining room. Come on in, everyone."

Hobi looks back at you, a mixture of horror and overall curiosity on his face. “Oh, she’s good.”

Indeed, Gina definitely seems to have a way with words. You’re just having a hard time understanding them as your heart beats loudly enough to drown out any other noises. Yoongi has taken to tracing circles on the back of your hand, which you think are meant to be soothing. 

It only serves to send your heart rate skyrocketing. You stare at the portrait on the far end of the dining room, practically boring holes into the painting of the young woman. 

Breathe, don’t do anything stupid.

“...alright?”

You blink, finding yourself to be the sudden center of attention. Jungkook grins widely at you. 

“What?”

Jungkook repeats his question. “Are you doing alright?”

“Oh.”

Jimin bursts out laughing. “That’s not an answer, jagiya. Need us to protect you from the ghosts?”

Your wide eyes immediately give you away, and even Gina is offering you a look of pity before deciding to continue on with the tour. Before you embarrass yourself even more, you slip out of Yoongi and Namjoon’s grasp, sneaking up behind Jin and Hobi.

“Hello boys,” you drawl, making Hobi nearly jump out of his skin. You earn a laugh from the group, Jin chuckling at his scared friend. Hobi just glares at you. 

“This sucks,” he whispers to you, pulling you up to stand between him and Jin. Immediately they stick to your sides like magnets and you realize that you have indeed done something stupid as Jin’s breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as he goes to whisper something to you.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire, it would seem. Your heart certainly agrees. 

“I’m not scared, you know,” Jin whispers. You take a deep breath, reminded yourself that these idiots are your best friends, not menu items. 

You shoot him an incredulous look. “I doubt that.”

He grins at you, eyes lingering a bit longer than usual. “You’ll see.”

Tearing your eyes away from his and hearing his deep chuckle, you wonder if it’s too late to ask Gina where the nearest exit is. 

Don’t do anything stupid.

“Shall we head up to the attic?” Gina asks. “It’s a small space, we can only go three at a time. However, there are some really interesting old photographs up there that we should look at.”

In the blink of an eye everyone is paired off, and you find yourself face to face with Jimin. He grins at you like the Cheshire Cat, making you wonder if he isn’t the most dangerous thing in this house. 

Jin and Hobi have the glorious opportunity to go up together while Gina leads the way, and several screams accompany their little trip. In the middle of the candlelight in the hallway, you chuckle with the rest of your friends. 

“It’s been interesting so far,” Jungkook muses. “I really want to know what they found in that sealed off basement room.”

Taehyung hums in agreement. “Mmm. Or rather, what they didn’t find.”

“What does that even mean?”

Nobody is given a chance to answer Jungkook’s question as Hobi and Jin come scrambling down the ladder, faces pale even as they laugh. Gina chuckles from above, beckoning the next pair to come up.

Jimin looks at you with an arched brow. “Wanna go next?”

“Sure.” You follow him up the ladder, laughing as Jin recounts how he swore the woman in the photograph blinked. 

The attic is filled with moonlight, and under other circumstances it might be pretty. However, amongst the old heirlooms sits an ominous scrapbook, filled with black and white photos of less-than-happy people. 

Jimin reaches down, grabbing your hand and helping you to your feet as you look around. When he lets go you aren’t sure whether or not to be disappointed. 

You’ve hardly made up your mind when he leads you to where Gina stands beside the scrapbook and slips behind you. A moment later his arms encircle your waist, chin propped up on your shoulder. 

So there’s that. 

Gina points to the first photo, a grim-looking man standing behind a chair where a young woman sits smiling. “This is the estranged wife, before she was estranged, of course. And this is the owner of the house. From what we’ve been able to dig up about his past - no pun intended - he was always deathly serious.”

Jimin hums in acknowledgement, the vibrations going straight into your spine. Unsure of what to do with your arms, you gently place them atop his arms around your middle. 

You swear he smiles for a moment before turning pensive again. “Why did they separate?” You manage to ask, applauding yourself for getting a complete sentence out while Park Jimin hugs you from behind. 

“Rumor has it she cheated on him with his best friend,” Gina whispers, pointing to another photo where the solemn owner stands beside a smiling man. “He was driven mad with jealousy. Terrible, isn’t it?”

Gina gives you a long look, and suddenly you straighten your spine. “I-uh, yeah. Horrible.”

She shows us another photo, explaining something about it while Jimin mumbles out a couple of questions. You hardly process any of it, staring at Gina and wondering if she thinks that you are somehow cheating.

But on who? Jin, maybe? Since that’s her friend?

“Alright, send up the next pair,” Gina croons. Jimin detaches himself from you, suddenly leaving you cold. You turn to follow him, but stop as Gina places a hand on your arm. 

“Yes?” You ask, struggling to keep your tone even. Gina motions for Jimin to keep going, pulling you back to the scrapbook. She tilts her head to one side. 

“Forgive me for maybe overstepping a boundary but...” she motions toward the ladder, where everyone waits below. “Don’t tell me you’re flirting with all of them.”

Your eyes widen, and a breathy laugh comes out. “Me? What? N-no. They’re my best friends, why would I-”

Gina laughs, the sound too loud for the small attic. “Well, they’re flirting with you.” She playfully elbows me. “Speaking from girl to girl...enjoy it. For the rest of us.”

Nearly choking, you frown but nod all the same. “...ok?” When she makes no move to say anything else, you head down the ladder. The boys look up at me with confused looks, Jimin waiting at the bottom to make sure you get down safely. 

“What was that about?” Jin asks, looking a little nervous. “She didn’t say anything to make you uncomfortable, did she?”

You blink at him, wondering for a moment if the boys have always been like this around you. Surely not. It’s just the haunted house bringing out this protective side, right?

Right?

“No, she just wanted to show me something else. She’s actually really nice.” You think.

The other groups go up, and nothing else happens to pique your interest. Gina comes down last of all, giving you a wink before walking down the hallway. 

“I think we’re ready to go down to the basement, everyone!”

Somehow you end up at the front, surrounded on all sides by the maknae line. You crane your neck, looking back to see the older boys all lost in a heated discussion. Hobi catches your eye after a moment, elbowing Namjoon who looks up at you with fake innocence. 

You frown, Gina’s words coming back to you. “They’re flirting with you.”

You must have lost your mind. Was the haunted house really that traumatizing as to make you start coming up with such ridiculous things? How silly of you. 

The feeling of a hand resting on the small of your back has you yelping, jumping to face forward again. Taehyung gives you a sheepish grin. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, gently pushing you forward to stand in front of him. “Are you really that spooked?”

“I...no.” You fail to come up with a complete sentence, but shrug it off. Taehyung smiles brightly at you, gesturing for you to head down the stairs. 

“You seem distracted tonight, are you alright?” 

The way your heart had begun palpitating calms down as you notice the obvious concern on Taehyung’s face. You give him a small smile, allowing yourself to relish the feeling of his fingers splayed against your back as you move down the stairs. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Just distracted by the story.”

Taehyung looks at you for a moment longer, not quite believing you but shrugging it off. He brings both hands to your shoulders as you enter the basement, an obvious chill in the air. 

You fight off a shiver, Taehyung noticing and beginning to rub at your arms in an attempt to warm you up. Gina immediately notices the action, hiding a smile as she pretends to cough. 

“Well,” she says once her ‘coughing fit’ subsides. “We’ve made it to the final leg of the tour. How’s it been so far?”

This time everyone cheers with renewed vigor, although a part of you has a hunch that it’s because Hobi knows he’s nearing the end of this scary experience. The thought makes you grin. 

“Earlier, you guys asked me what was found in the sealed off room. It’s easier to show you, rather than explain.” Gina walks backward, motioning for everyone to follow her. It’s darker down here, only a few candles light the way. Despite being surrounded by people you trust, you can’t fight the fear that sneaks inside of you. 

Rounding a corner, you see a small hallway with a half-open door. Jin curses behind you, clearly feeling just as freaked out as you.

“Remember how the estranged wife said she’d never leave this place?” Gina nods toward the door and dark entryway. “In that room there’s evidence that she may have had an...extended stay here. It’s very small, and the door only opens to a certain point. Almost as though whoever designed it didn’t want to have an easy escape point.”

Chills run down your spine, and even Taehyung’s ministrations pause for a moment as he takes in this new information. 

Jungkook speaks up, ever the curious one. “Wait...her body isn’t still here, right?”

Gina shakes her head. “No, although we think that she may have been buried somewhere on the property. We have yet to find her, though.”

“That...” you shake your head, shuffling from foot to foot. “That sounds so ominous. Like she still walks the property or something.”

The smile Gina sends you is enough to make your blood run cold. “We haven’t ruled anything out.” She gestures toward the door. “Due to fire hazards, we can only have two people at a time in the hallway and in the room. Do I have any volunteers?”

Jungkook’s hand immediately shoots up in the air, and he looks at his hyungs pleadingly. You remain still as a statue, refusing to look up for fear of being called on. 

You swear you can almost hear Taehyung sigh before he speaks. “Well, obviously you have to go.” He nudges you forward, and you whirl on him in absolute horror. 

“What?!” You shout. “How could you betray me like this?! I- no way!”

The boys can’t help but laugh at you, Namjoon clapping Taehyung on the shoulder. Taehyung gives you an apologetic look, shrugging. 

“C’mon, I’ll keep you safe,” Jungkook promises, his big pleading eyes on yours.

You hate how you can never say no to him. 

Gina pats your shoulder as you walk past, laughing lightly. “Have fun,” she croons. “Ok everyone, let’s go into the open area just around the corner-”

“You’re leaving us?!” You shout again, stopping in your tracks. “Noooo, no no. Not happening.”

“Jungkook will take care of you,” Yoongi says over his shoulder. “Or do you not trust him?”

Jungkook pauses, looking at you with those big brown eyes. “You don’t trust me?”

Yoongi chuckles darkly before leaving the hallway, and you know he’s aware of what he did. You’ll have to make him pay for it later. 

Possibly in the form of food.

“No, I do Kook,” you sigh. He extends his hand out to you, waiting patiently. 

You take it a little too quickly.

Gina was right, the door only opens to a certain point, leaving you no choice but to shimmy through. Jungkook inspects the entire area, pointing out what looks to be scratches on the doorframe. You shiver. 

“It’s not real,” he reassures you, keeping his hand in yours as he shimmies into the room. You hesitate for a moment, daring to glance at where your hands are connected before following after him. 

It’s nearly pitch black in the room, hardly allowing for you to see anything. “Can you even see anything?”

Jungkook laughs, squeezing your hand. “Nope. I think we’ll have to wait for our eyes to adjust. You good?”

You squeeze back. “Yeah, I think-”

The door is shut.

The door is shut. 

Suddenly delved into complete darkness, your breath hitches in your throat. “Jungkook,” you whimper. “Jungkook, I’m scared-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook hushes you, pulling you closer until you bump into his chest. “You’re fine. They’re just pulling a prank on us.” 

Without thinking anything other than, I’m too young to die, you instinctively wrap your arms around his waist, burrowing your head against his chest as he chuckles. 

“I can’t die, Jungkook,” you mumble into his chest. “I’m too young. I have so much to do. I have a test this week to take, and I’ve studied so hard for it, I have to take it. That’d be so stupid to die before taking that dumb test. And I have to yell at Yoongi or something, I don’t know-”

Jungkook’s giddy laughter pulls you out of your daze, and if you weren’t so scared you would be glaring at him. He laces his fingers behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer.

“You’re so cute,” he whispers into the dark, making every last thought eddy out of your brain. “Have I ever told you that before?”

Finding just enough willpower to move, you shake your head. Jungkook harrumphs above you, the sound almost pulling a giggle from you. Then you remember the situation you’re currently in. 

Jungkook sighs. “Well, you are. That, and a lot of other things. Would you like me to tell you what else I think you are?”

Hands bunching in the fabric of his clothes, you find your voice. “...yes.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “Scary smart. It’s horrifying.” A chuckle bubbles up from your chest. “And inclusive. That’s so underrated these days, you know? But you’re always making sure everyone is involved and enjoying themselves.”

You can tell that he’s holding his breath from the way his chest has stopped moving, and you’re about to ask him if he’s alright when he hesitantly runs his fingers through your hair. 

If that wasn’t enough to send you over the edge, he lets out a shaky breath before continuing on. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you those things before.”

You manage a laugh. “I’m sorry that it took us going on a haunted house tour for you to say it.”

Jungkook smiles down at you, your eyes finally adjusted to the dim room. He stares at you for a long moment, and you wonder if he’s going to kiss you.

You wonder if you’d let him.

He must see the question in your eyes, but he gives you a knowing look before heading toward the door, making sure your hand is in his. 

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he says, testing the door and giggling at your sigh of relief when the door is unlocked. 

“Worry about what?” You feign ignorance. Jungkook sees right through your, tugging you along as you head out the door. 

He shrugs, suddenly unable to look you in the eyes as pink no doubt paints his cheeks. “You know...overstepping any boundaries.” He looks down at his feet. “Making a move.”

“Why?” The question comes out before you can stop it, and you inwardly curse yourself. Jungkook smiles softly at your inquiry. 

The sound of everyone chatting makes you almost want to cry with relief. They must be just around the corner, waiting for you to return. 

Jungkook leans over, whispering to you. “Because we have a pact.”

You turn to question him further, eyes wide. He anticipates this, taking long strides until you find yourselves back in the open area with everyone else. 

“We’re back!” Jungkook announces, shooting you a smirk. You can’t help but stare at him, mouth slightly agape. 

A pact?

Gina smiles broadly. “How was the room? Did you find anything interesting?”

You shake your head, trying and failing to stop yourself from overanalyzing every glance the boys give you. “...no. I was too freaked out to even look around after the door closed on us.”

“Yeah, who did that? We didn’t even hear you guys,” Jungkook asks. 

Everyone looks at the two of you before looking at Gina, clearly just as confused. 

Gina, on the other hand, looks absolutely terrified. 

“Ummm...” she begins, rubbing her arms in an effort to warm herself up. “Remember how I said that we haven’t ever found the body of the estranged wife?”

You nod your head but stop, the words sinking in. The hairs on the back of your neck rise up, and you find yourself shuffling over to stand next to Jin, clinging to his arm. 

“Yeah...” Namjoon says, eyes darting around the room.

Gina sighs. “Alright, everyone, single file line. Head out as quickly and quietly as possible.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

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Full Moon and Being A Horrible Person

[Masky X F!Reader]

[Warnings: language, physical cheating]

[AN: i love angst too]

The full moon makes us do weird things, it’s been well documented. From the people bouncing off the walls to inducing labor, all the way to making us make questionable decisions, the full moon is to blame, not him.

It was a full moon when he caught the eyes of a woman with dark, sweet chocolate colored eyes. She looked so beautiful under the lights of the bar, yellow illuminating her skin like it was gold.

She’d been flirting with him across the bar the entire night. Wry smiles, tapping her fingernails against the glass, twirling her dark hair and giggling when he caught her eyes and by extension, her attention.

“You know Reader isn’t gonna be happy with your behavior,” Hoodie had lightly chided him before downing more of his beer. “Why don’t you let me take over? I haven’t-”

“No,” Tim laughed, pushing at his best friend’s shoulder. “It’s harmless flirting,” he finished, watching Hoodie’s expression from the corner of his eye.

“If Reader was doing this, would you consider it harmless flirting?”

Kate excused herself from her conversation with one of the ladies from the booth behind the table she and her group shared, then turned her attention to her group leader. “He has a point,” she said, grinning when Hoodie leaned over the table to high-five her.

Tim rolled his eyes and began to lazily swish his drink. “It’s nothing, I promise.”

“You mean to say you haven’t emptied your balls in a few weeks and you’re desperate,” Hoodie deadpans, breaking his blank expression when Kate loudly laughs.

“Again, he has a point,” Kate smirked. “C’mon, let Hoodie or Toby take this one. Neither of them are in relationships and are less likely to get attached.”

Tim raises a brow at Kate. “Attached? What does that mean?”

Hoodie shares a look with the woman across from him who nods at him to explain what exactly she means. “She uh,” Hoodie awkwardly sips at his beer before biting the bullet completely. “C’mon man, you have an addictive personality. Pills, cigarettes, Reader…” He trails off before Tim hisses and punches Hoodie’s shoulder, roughly. Hoodie only barks a laugh and raises his hand up in submission. “I’m right, I’m always right!” He manages to choke out through remaining giggles.

“Can we just drop it for now?” Tim growls.

Kate rolls her eyes and then pulls a face to Hoodie, who stifles his laughter just barely before she turns back to her conversation with the ladies from the booth behind her. She’s up and out of her seat following a group of them to the other side of the bar, giggling and laughing as a woman with short pink hair holds her hand and weaves her through the crowds.

Hoodie feigns innocence before standing up. “I’m gonna find Tobes, who knows what he’s doing. Tearing up the dance floor, maybe?”

Tim watches as his best friend shuffles out from his seat, beer still in hand as he disappears into the sea of people. He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. His dark eyes scan the bustling room full of bright, rainbow colored strobe lights and too loud music only to catch a glimpse of the full moon outside. It’s tinged pink, and seems to blossom the longer he looks at it. Due to where they’re currently at in the city, he can’t see the stars - much too much light pollution. A sigh is about to escape his lips when he feels a hand brushing over his, pulling him from the light of the full moon and onto the woman he’d been flirting quietly with all night.

“Never thought I’d get you alone,” she says, voice sweet like honey and smoother than silk.

Tim thinks about his words, his group’s chiding before mentally shrugging off all responsibilities. “I know, right?” He replies, voice low and deep, something charming and sweet.

She grins like the Cheshire Cat before playfully biting her lip. “I’m just passing through here,” she begins, “maybe we could… Have a few more drinks then head back to my hotel room?”

Tim feels a slight blush come to his cheeks before swallowing it back down. He smirks, leaning into her presence. “I’d love nothing more.”

The two of them knock back a few more drinks, the woman mostly choosing fruity things and Tim sticking to whiskey. Their touches become more and more bold, and their words more lusty and obscene by the moment. He has her sit on his lap and he whispers all the nasty things he wants to do to her and she gobbles it up, giggles and soft licks to the shell of his ear driving him up a wall.

And then, he follows her to her hotel. It’s a tangle of lips smashing against lips, hearts beating in sync and hands grabbing in the most inappropriate of places. Her clothes lie on the floor before getting covered up by his, her body following in suit.

Tim takes her. He drinks her in full and has her seeing the stars that were once only gazed upon by you. He touches her in ways you’ve never been touched and allows her to touch him in ways he’d always claimed were ‘too much’ for him.

When the deed is done, he’s cuddling her much like he would cuddle you, cigarette in his mouth and bliss on his face.

Tim stayed the night.

The next morning, he’s so groggy that he doesn’t even realize he’s still got her lipstick stains on his skin. He gets back in his car (failing to realize his group had to either walk back to the temp or hitch with someone else), and heads back to the only true home he’d ever considered.

It’s a few hours to your place, but he makes it, and that’s all that matters. Your car isn’t in the driveway, so he lets himself in. A quiet stumble to the bathroom and he sees he looks like a mess. The weight of what he did to you begins to sink in.

Tim turns the shower on and strips off his clothing - the clothes still linger with her perfume before he hops in and begins to furiously scrub at his skin. Tears well in his eyes. How could he do that to you? What kind of common sense was he lacking in that moment?

He continues to scrub, slowly coming to the realization that he’s going to do whatever it takes to hide this from you - you can never know. It was the light of the full moon, people always act crazy when the moon is in that phase, and he was drunk, like really drunk.

Excuses, excuses.

The water stops right when he hears the front door open. He hears your voice. You’re greeting him sweetly, like you always do.

He takes in a deep breath. You can never know.

It was only inevitable that you’d find out, though he’s surprised you went as long as you did without knowing. Tim hid it from you for months, and he probably could’ve kept it longer if he didn’t come with you to Target when you asked. You’d always been a fan of late night store runs, and he hadn’t gone on one with you in a while… What harm could it possibly do?

A lot. A lot of harm that surfaced the truth.

“I should’ve cuffed you when I had a chance!” The woman giggled as she came up beside you as you looked at the early Halloween decorations.

You raised a brow. “Excuse me?” You looked over to your boyfriend, whose face had gone pale. “I think you have the wrong…”

“You’re a lucky girl, y’know that?” She continued, brushing off your words. “He took me to the moon.” Her voice was so sultry and decadent. “Hope he takes you to the moon as well,” she says, her fingers trailing Tim’s arm.

He pulls away from her. “W...Who are you?” He says, attempting to sound confused.

The woman pulls a face before looking in between the two of you, her dark eyes glancing and putting together the pieces. Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she chuckles and begins to take off again. “I did you a favor, honey,” she calls over her shoulder, hips swaying as she turns down another aisle.

You don’t want to admit it, but now you know why Tim’s been so weird lately and nicer than usual. Sure, Tim is a sweet guy, but his behavior the past few months has been OVERLY nice, and now you know why. “What was that?” You ask, eyes narrowing and tears welling.

“Nothing, let’s just pay and get out-”

“I wanna go home.”

Tim moves to rest his hand on your shoulder, but you recoil as if you’d been burned.

A huge argument ensued when the two of you got back into the car, lots of harsh words were traded. He tried reasoning with you, he tried telling you how much he loved you, he tried everything in his power but he’d ruined a good thing.

You ended up pulling over on the side of the road, slamming the breaks, tears in your eyes and turned to him. “Give me the key to my house.”

“What? No-”

“Give. Me. The. Key. Tim,” you hiss, punctuating every word with stronger venom. You held your hand out.

Tim sighs deeply and reaches into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as you harshly snatch the key from his awaiting hand. “It’s not like that, you know I love you-”

“Is that what you’re calling it? Cheating on me and then lying about it for months?” You rhetorically ask, growling and seething further and further. You feel rage wracking your system as it exhausts you further and further. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, because if you do, you’ll melt.

“I’m telling you, it was to protect you,” he attempts again. “Let’s just, let’s just go home and-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you say, drawing in every remaining and residual strength you have as hot tears scald your cheeks.

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do.”

“Reader, baby please-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you repeat. You squeeze your eyes shut, shake your head and then turn back to the road. “Do it before I do something stupid.”

Tim feels his heart shatter, cracking on impact as it falls deeper and deeper. He shakily runs his fingers through his hair before sliding out of your car, slamming the door shut and watches as you drive off and out of his life. He wants to scream, or cry, maybe both at the same time? He’s not entirely sure yet. He just knows his world is crashing down and there’s nothing he can do about it.

He betrayed your trust and broke your heart all for one singular night of passion.

The emotionally distraught man looks up at the moon, finding no solace that it’s full again.