#bc they want to lie down wherever I am

[simplyghosting]

We’ve finally come down to it. 

The nightmares of me running from something that is hunting me has now morphed into a definitive form.

My dogs chasing me down to get into whatever room I’m going in before I can get the door closed to keep them out.

[spencerismmm]

I’m obsessed with the idea of a best friends to lovers type situation with mutual pining btwn the reader and early seasons Spence (I’m thinking like season 2 or 3). In terms of plot, I’m thinking a sleepover setting bc why not. If that’s not detailed enough I’m sorry lol

love this idea! thank you so so much!!

Summary: Spencer and reader are bestfriends and reader invites the team over for a sleepover, Spencer is nervous around reader but she tries to help calm his nerves (idk if this is good because it's my first time writing in a while, tips criticism is always welcome.)

Couple: Spencer/fem!reader

Category: fluff

Content warning: tiny mention of r@pe and kidnapping

Things were a bit tense at the BAU because of a very sad k!dnapping and r@pe case, and to lighten the mood, you thought to invite the team over for a sleepover. You were cleaning your house up for the sleepover, getting food and sleeping situations ready as the doorbell rang. You were confused as to why somebody had already arrived, considering there was still a while before the sleepover was intended to start. You went to the door, and realized it was Spencer. It wasn't unusual for Spencer to come to your house, as he would sometimes come visit as an escape, or just to talk.

"Spencer! Why are you here so early? There's still like an hour until everyone is supposed to get here." you questioned, still opening the door for him to come in. You liked when he came over, he always knew how to comfort you. "Oh, I just wanted to come help you get everything ready, and I had nothing else to do." Spencer said as he walked in, putting his things on the counter. "Oh, okay! Could you just help me set some of the food out?" you asked, not minding a little help. Spencer didn't even reply, he just started helping. You didnt mind when he didn't talk, it was just comforting knowing he was there. You knew in the back of your mind that you had a little crush on Spencer, but figured that he wouldn't like you back, though the whole team wanted the two of you together.

After a while of setting things up, the team started to arrive. first Garcia, then Morgan, then JJ, then Prentiss. That was everybody who was coming, Hotch wanted to spend time with his family, and Gideon was, wherever Gideon goes in his free time. Everybody was gathered on the couch for a movie, Garcia in between JJ and Morgan, then Spencer in between you and Prentiss. It was a pretty tight squeeze on the couch, but everyone made it work. You turned on the movie, a scary movie. Spencer wasn't really paying attention to the movie, as he was too caught up in his brain, thinking about you. Everybody on the team knows he has a little crush on you, except you. He was far too shy to ever admit that he liked you, but it was there. Right now, all he could think about was the proximity between the two of you, the way your legs layed against his, and the way he wished that you knew how he felt. During the movie, you would grab onto Spencer's arm every now and then, or lie your head on his shoulder, which drove him insane.

The movie had ended and everybody was sleeping, you were laying your whole body on Spencer, fighting the sleepiness away. "You really need some sleep, Y/n" Spencer said, awkwardly sitting there. "I am having fun, I don't want to sleep." you protested, sitting up, you then realized that everybody was asleep, groaning, you laid back down on Spencer. "Fine." you said, crossing your arms. "Y/n.. where.. where do i sleep?" Spencer asked, nervously running his hands through his hair. "Stay here. Stay with me." you say, leaning more into him, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around you. Spencer was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see his blush ridden face. He let his body ease up, leaning into you, but not fully. "It's okay, Spencer, just calm down. It's just me." you said, closing your eyes. Just you? Just the girl he had been lovestruck over for months, he thought. "Y/n.. i really like you." he says, shocked at his own words. Your eyes widen and you plaster a smile across your face "I really like you too, Spencer." You say, planting a kiss on the side of his jaw. "Goodnight, Spencer." you say, leaning your head into the crook of his neck, allowing yourself to relax. Spencer was shocked, but still allowed himself to relax and hold you as he fell asleep. As he thought you were sleeping, he whispered, "please don't leave me, y/n." as he moved your hair out of your face to look at you, he saw a smile, he knew you heard him, but he didnt care. Spencer Reid was in love with you.

I really hate this, it's so long. It was very rushed. Tips and criticism is much appreciated! I'm super sorry if this isn't what you wanted, but i tried😭💘.

[misserabella]

gonna need an abby version of your ‘sexting ellie williams’ fics bc god am i obsessed with that woman

a/n; you ask and you shall receive

sexting with gf! abby! ♡

pt2

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, drinking (reader is in a party and drunk), description of a video of reader touching herself, abby being as cocky as ever, top! abby, bottom! reader, fingering, praising, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, making out, allusions of sex with strap…

3:24 AM

abs

abssssss

abbyyyyy

sht abayuyyy

abby groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop, reaching for it and squinting her eyes at the screen’s light. she took a peak at the hour. holy fuck. 3AM?

baby? what the hell? why are you up this late?

partyyyy

u’re at a party rn? bfr

yessss. owen’s

i’m gonna kill him. why did he let you drink this much?

i’m not deinkkk

you’re definitely drunk, doll. i’m gonna go get you, alright? stay put wherever u are and don’t move.

no no lsten, i have something impurtabt to telll u

what is it?

ik i’m drunk rn but in gunna marry you

you’re gonna marry me?

abby was laughing at your texts. yes, she was worried you had been drinking, but you were at owen’s and you were safe. and it was so fucking fun to watch you try and type correctly.

yes

i’m marryin u

even if you r meanb

me? when have i been mean to you baby?

rn

right now?

yeahh, ‘cause tou’re sooooj beautiful

all i fan think about are your lips rn

why r u not heyre?

okay. you’re really drunk, baby, why don’t you wait for me and we talk about this when i get there, hm?

no.

u r gonna take sooooiii long

you’ve pretty eyesX

they look so good when u go down on me

abby’s eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to burn. shit.

yeah? they look good princess?

mmmh

want u

and you’re so far away rn it’s nor fair

that was a fucking lie. abby was already on the road to get there. shit. she loved it when you went all needy on her. and when you were drunk? you had no filter. always screaming and moaning so loud she sometimes would have to muzzle you to not have the neighbors knocking on her door.

oh baby, why don’t you come here and sit on my face? my tongue will say sorry for me

your cheeks flushed, and your cunt throbbed. you loved it when she’d make you sit on her face, her tongue unrelenting on fucking you over and over again until you wouldn’t cum anymore. you needed her. and you needed her right now. the bathroom you had gone in felt suddenly too hot and your panties too sticky. you hissed when your fingers pushed in them, feeling just how wet you had become for her. you couldn’t help but plunge a finger inside your tight hole. of course, your fingers weren’t as near as largue and thick as abby’s, but you needed something until she’d get there and do it for you.

csn i tell u s secret?

ofc princess, what is it?

i’m fucking my pussy rn

jesus christ. abby almost hit the breaks. almost crashed when you send her a video of —now— two of your fingers fucking inside your tight and squelching walls. she could hear your little whimpers and pants.

couldnt wair abymore

i need you so bad abby pkease

shit. writing with only one hand and drunk wasn’t that easy. you were whimpering and moaning as you fingered yourself on the bathroom of owen’s party. you thanked god the music was loud enough to muffle your sounds, ‘cause you surely couldn’t swallow them back inside.

abby was exceeding the speed limit to get there, practically parking on top of owen’s lawn as she jumped out of the car, running towards the house.

where.

bathroom

she didn’t even say hi to owen as she passed right through him, her blood boiling as she ran upstairs and swung the door open. you hadn’t even locked it. fucking hell.

abby almost went down on her knees when she saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid with a hand buried in between your thighs and your phone on the other, your chat open and showing on the screen. your senses came back to you as you heard the lock turning, and you moaned when you saw her.

did i say almost? abby had never been quicker to kneel down, her strong arms pushing your legs on top of her shoulders to move your hand away and, after cleaning up your fingers with her tongue, hurriedly burying her face in your cunt. your back arched, and you let out a scream that made her groan, lapping at your juices. you were so fucking wet…

“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she plunged her own fingers deep inside your cunt, easily finding your g spot.

she cooed. “my princess was just feeling needy. weren’t you, baby? poor thing. so horny for me couldn’t wait until i could get here. sending me a video of touching your tight little cunt just to tease me, didn’t you?” you whimpered, bucking your hips against her touch, your back arching.

“please abby… your mouth.” you begged.

“you want my mouth baby? want me to eat this soaked pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded, pleading for it, and she followed, her tongue meeting your clit and making you moan. “so fucking loud…” she groaned, starting to devour you to get out of you more or those pleasured sounds. she was starving. and you were falling apart, melting under her tongue.

“abby!” you screamed when her tongue fucked inside of you, her arms tugging from you to get closer, her nose nudging your clit. the alcohol made you feel dizzy, and the pleasure only seemed to grow and grow. you could feel it shocking through your body, her grunts making your body gave into her. you needed her.

“fuck, you look so fucking beautiful. need you bouncing on my cock baby.” you whimpered, nodding.

“yes please, abby, please, need you to fuck me.” you were a babbling mess, her tongue teasing you and making you squirm. she adored making you tremble, seeing you get more and more desperate for her to make you cum.

“yeah? need me to fuck you sweet girl? need me to to fuck your brains out?” you nodded, moaning, your chest heaving harshly, your thighs shaking at the sides of her head, your back arched when her fingers, three this time, plunged inside of you, abusing your g spot and making you see stars. “i will princess. but first you’re gonna cum on my tongue, isn’t that right?” your hands found her hair, tugging when she sucked down on your sensitive and puffy clit. “yeah, of course you are. you are squeezing my fingers so tight, fuck… you always take them so well baby. such a fucking good girl for me. can’t wait to see you taking my cock.“ you could feel the warmth on your stomach grow and grow.

“abby, i’m gonna…! i’m cumming!” you cried out, and she only fingered you faster, harder. it was imposible to describe. this feeling. her.

“go ahead baby, let me clean you all up.” she smirked, and with a last thrust and lick at your clit you were falling apart, making her groan when you pushed her face harder against your gushing cunt. you whited out.

she helped you ride it as your moans broke, your hips stuttering and your creamy white and salt cum painted her fingers. she moaned against you, cleaning it with her tongue and humming at the taste. there was nothing she loved more than giving you head.

once you’d calmed down and your breathing had evened out, she pulled her fingers out to push them inside her mouth. you whined as you watched her, with lips swollen and chin soaked in your juices.

“let’s get out of here.” she said, and you nodded, not before kissing her so deeply you left her as drunk and dizzy as you felt.

yeah. she was definitely gonna marry you.

….

LORD. that was filthy asf. i’m sorry… or nah.🤭

hope you enjoyed. remember to support your writers! <3

abby anderson masterlist! <3

xxx

[butterflymarks]

stats / plots / muse

heyyy i'm gonna be real, this intro got chunky. BUT! that's bc i badly want to start writing and i had a lot of Ideas. i'm duha (xe/xem/xir), presenting my goth rat kiyeon with the ability fearsight. 🎈 under the cut, i hopefully explain what the hell his deal is. like this post if you'd like me to reach out for plots (d*sc*rd preferred im scared of getting sb'ed again)! i listed ideas at the end, but i'm also down to just start writing and go with chemistry if preferred. i AM crazed enough to write u a random starter if that's the vibe. ps. my other muse eunjae (aka the Cooler moon twin) is @999kintsugi, but she's on a sideblog, so i won't be able to follow back there unfortunately.

kiyeon, '98

it/its/he/him/his. you'll see me use them interchangeably but feel free to use Any pronouns for him on ur end yipeee

fearsight is the ability to induce potent feelings of fear, hysteria, panic, etc through psychological visions of the target's deepest fears. wherever applicable, their minds may project that fear onto kiyeon and they'll see him as a personification of their fears.

butterfly marks (minor passive "ability"): his skin is naturally covered in moving whorls of black, ink-like markings. they shift and gather into various shapes and patterns influenced by his moods or when he's using his ability, tending towards symmetric or radial patterns, sometimes resembling the patterns of a butterfly's wings.

???: he can't see his own reflection anymore. if he does try to look at himself, there's just Something else looking back. he's afraid of it.

his therapist says it's an extension of his main ability that has been stunted. in greater evolutions of fearsight, the metahuman could actually take the physical form of someone's fear.

isn't that something great to look forward to, The Therapist says, you'll grow into something More, but kiyeon just wants to know when he's going to grow into a skin that's bearable to live in at all ?

his fearsight is persistent & triggered by visible eye contact. it can work on other ppl through clear reflections, so he hasn't made meaningful contact with anyone in years tbh.

quiet, nervous, jumpy. probably looks scary bc of his markings but you might have heard him crying in the garden last night.

the journey so far:

lived with his older sister for a while, until he decided to leave about 2 years ago bc he felt guilty about burdening her.

uhhh fell into the serpents' circle shortly after, aka a petty villain group. was inadvertently "taken in" by them (see: he was too scared to leave), and now he's their part time publicity stunt kidnapping victim and part time videographer when they need "organic social media footage" of the crimes they're committing. they're trying to make it to the big leagues.

kiyeon is just there because one of them is apparently making him "a cure" for his eyes. it's been years since that promise now, but. you know. (see again: he is too scared to leave)

finally sought actual help and got into silver line 8 months ago. the research team thinks his markings are fascinating, they keep monitoring him and telling him to contact them if he ever feels "physical turmoil." like girl what??

(they're waiting for his power to evolve to allow him to actually physically transform)

(cw: themes of body dysmorphia) has a lot of feelings about his body and feeling distinctly grotesque and horrific. when you spent ur whole life getting ignored or being looked at in literal horror, how is ur sense of self & image supposed to survive unscathed. :|

anyway he's on a tenuous streak of stability atm. he even got a job at the animal shelter!! he's been substituting company with the animals for human connection because animals aren't affected by his eyes at least.

really a bit pathetic i won't lie. fucked up street cat rizz, if u will.

some connection / thread ideas:

here are some more Formal connections i'm looking for, let's figure smth out

a roommate...!!

he pokes around the places you're not supposed to. someone try to get into the 13th floor with him and then deal with the consequences.

i plan for his fearsight to evolve over time and become something more of a nightmare form, his true potential....wherein his body really does start to take on little characteristics of people's fears, humanoid or not. i think he has a long way to go to full transformations, but any muses who would like to encounter him on that path are welcome to hehe. just please know he'll probably have a breakdown on them afterwards. maybe your muse would be in the middle of one too (because kiyeon scared the daylights out of them yk) but that's a-ok! i love writing encounters where everything's a mess, so let's make them cry together 💢

someone he accidentally beamed with his fearsight before. now they're terrified of him, and he accidentally inherited some of their fears/phobias

he goes to group therapy sessions bc his therapist thinks it's good for him to have Human Contact, but mostly he's just quiet and never looks at anyone. maybe your muse is there too and they just start getting through their shit side by side ?

someone go to the movies with him. he loooves scary movies, he loves watching characters getting tormented by horrors and being like omg me too!!

eden is full of crazy powers so let's throw them in something crazy together !!? i crave high stakes threads

does anyone else feel less-than-human. does anyone else go out on walks in the middle of the night bc they feel like it's the only time they're "allowed" to be out (aka they can't endanger anyone). does anyone else want to be a little less alone on those walks.

fellow serpents 🐍 all kinds of dynamics. i'm thinking the serpents just basically try to cause unrest and chaos; maybe one time, your muse is supposed to be part of the incitement and kiyeon's supposed to get it all on camera .... except it goes wayward, and the others ditch them to throw them under the bus, so now they have to get away from the aeternals :\

anyone who's in that other villain group using the laundromat as a cover. maybe they're rivals with the serpents hehe ? or they cross paths in the villain business ?

be his first resident complaint

thank u for reading this far :people_hugging:

[sarahs-secrets2]

I'm Doing Fine (Phillip Graves x Reader) ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

New picture format??? How do we like it? I am running out of Graves photos so this is my compromise LOL. This is for the anon who suggested this song! Thank you so much!!!

Based on A House in Nebraska by Ethel Cain

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 658

Warnings: ANGST, allusions to depression, (Phillip isn't dead in this, he's just missing, HE'S STILL ALIVE TO ME!!!), not game accurate bc it's my fic & not Infinity Ward's

₊°✧︡ ˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

Phillip Graves was your high school sweetheart, typical high school love in a small town.

The two of you had been inseparable since and every time he was deployed you were with him till he boarded the plane. His mom teased you about how much you two were glued at the hip. You both would write letters back and forth until he came home, waiting for that knock on the door where you would run and jump into his arms when he finally came back after being gone too long. 

The Shadow Company had been called on a last-minute mission in Las Almas to help out, and Commander Graves was always ready to go help. As much as he hated to leave you, he was committed to his Company. He was always one to follow an order, the most recent one coming from General Shepherd who has requested the Shadows. Graves promised you it would be a quick mission, you wouldn't even notice he was gone.

Except for this time, it felt longer than most of Phillip’s missions. The letters became more sparse and then one day he just stopped responding. You figured that it was just busy and he wasn't able to get away, or the letters got lost somehow, it was easier to think this than start to question if he was okay. 

There was a knock at the door, the house felt cold and empty. You slowly got up afraid to see who was on the other side, praying it was Phillip. Instead, you were met with a man and woman in suits, their words mushed together after you heard “Commander Phillip Graves… missing in action”, you refused to believe it. You knew he was smart, you knew he would come home, so where was he? What happened in Las Almas?

The following days were a blur, waiting for some kind of news that your Commander was okay. The phone rang, it echoed through the house, as you wandered over to answer hoping for some good news. 

“How are you holding up dear”, it was Phillip’s mom. You had forgotten to call her to see how she was, she had beaten you to it. 

“I’m doing fine” lying to her was easier, she was grieving too, and you didn't want her to worry about you when Phillip was missing. 

“Oh dear, you don’t have to lie to me, but I understand, it's a difficult time”, she paused waiting for you to answer. Your voice felt too weak to attempt words as you held back tears. “I’ll come over later, check up on you and the house, okay dear? We can have some dinner, have you been eating?”

“Not really, just some snacks around the house, I’ve been too worried”, you were able to muster a response without fully breaking down. 

“I’ll bring some groceries over for you, okay? I’ll see you later dear”, you should be the one checking on her, but your mind was too busy thinking about where Phillip was and if he was safe. 

You wandered into the living room, photos of you and Phillip scattered on the walls and shelves. You bent down picking one up, the two of you in high school, Graves was a jock, of course. You recalled sitting at his games, admiring him as he played. The memories brought the first smile to your face since the day you got the knock on the door. 

As you waited for Phillip’s mom, you found yourself in the field behind your house. You laid down in the grass, looking up at the sky. Desperation for him to come home took over your body as you now found yourself begging that wherever he was that he was safe, begging for him to be found and to knock on the door so you could run and jump into his arms again. You would do anything to hold him one more time. 

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I would be lying if I said I didn't cry while writing this

[highkey-lowkey-as-hell]

hi it's the middle of watt week so i thought i would throw out some of my very random watt hcs

first of all as a horse girl myself i am very protective over horse girl annleigh

horses are a very very hard sport to leave, especially when you do it so intensely for so long like she did, so i like to think that while she stopped competing for cheerleading when she started high school, she still has her horse

he's a fancy-ass imported gelding from somewhere in europe who probably cost more than her gchs tuition and who is the light of her life

the only time she let herself cry right after farrah and clark died, before she'd accepted their deaths in act 2, was when she was with him

wherever she goes to college, he comes with her and she rides 3-4 times a week

also clark tried so hard to be horsey for annleigh's sake but he just couldn't do it

her horse was almost 17 hands high and he scared the shit out of clark

one time annleigh fell off in front of clark, and it was a total accident, some massive truck came by with flags flying from the bag and laid on the horn bc he was an asshole and spooked annleigh's horse and she ended up in the dirt

she was fine but clark broke down crying afterwards

maybe she goes back to doing dressage in college and joins her school's ihsa team

also i still think kate went back to gymnastics after finale and continued in college

i'm not gonna lie, i've been thinking lately that if chess was olympics level and she and kate did gymnastics together, maybe kate was also almost olympics level but maybe just barely didn't make the cut, but chess did

so it's kind of a new little hc that a couple years in the future, kate does go to the olympics

she wins bronze

the whole squad throws a party for her when she comes back home

it's so emotional and makes her think about chess a lot but it's bittersweet

(i know it's a dumb hc but i'm growing attached to it)

speaking of the finale squad, i think they stay in contact after they all graduate

with the obvious exception of kate and eva (who end up married ofc), they're never super super close

but they talk fairly regularly, and they're invited to major events and celebrations

they went through a major trauma together and that's a connection they'll always have

i think reese would go into some sort of performing arts

whether she's a dancer, an actress, or something else idk

also i know i just said i don't think the team was very close after canon

but i also imagine her, kate, and eva all going to college in new york city

so maybe for a couple years, they shared an apartment

but then eva proposed to kate and reese was starting to think she wanted to move in with her girlfriend so they stopped living together but ofc stayed friends

[amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix]

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Warnings: Uhhh. Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader

Plot: Seven dates that has a significant mark in your life, one of which massively tilted and fucked up your world for good.

Seven men you didn't want to have more significance in your life than they already have for each of those dates you desperately want to forget.

Genre: mutual pining (ik, ik, i'm sorry), light angst, denial of feelings, eventual poly ot7

placeholder: avoust xxix - óutobre xxxi - nouvèmbre xv - desèmbre xxvi - febrié xxiii - mai xiii - juliet xxii

this is not my first dabble at the bts fandom but this was my first bangtan fic i posted in ao3 2 years ago bc i was a baby army (and my first bangtan creation [not the mixtape series] one is still unfinished and unposted wkwkwkw) so pls be kind to me uwu n i don't really have army moots so if you wanna, come say hi to me on twitter @shimaeara (i don't use it for now because i have no moots there yet) this fic is fucking self-serve and was written without sleep and came to me after reading a fucking drarry slowburn and binge listening to Moonchild and continued after weeks(months) of procrastination and am not good at smut so i might not be able to write it graphically for now idk sorry (edit, 2023: I can write smut now lmao but im still not good at it so i'll try!!!!) artists mentioned are not mine and own themselves. only my original character is self-made, and portrayal and descriptions are in no way real and did not happen in life. everything is entirely fictional not beta'd so i take full responsibility for each and every mistake, my existence included.

i'm reposting this right now because of the date in my country (and a happy birthday to my irl bestfriend, allain. hope you're happy wherever you are, fucker

aight imma head out

💜 You're not aware of the date today.

You wake up unusually early. It's ironic—everything today seems to be, and it's only six in the morning. That in itself should've clued you in because never in a million years would you wake up at five fucking thirty ahead of your alarm, and a weekend at that.

No one dare wake you up voluntarily before seven safest, not after that incident with an overly-hyper Joji that resulted in him sporting a black eye and split lip for a week. No hard feelings were had; you've been bestfriends with him during the past few years since he became your client at the villa. It was resolved with a quick fuck before you even got out of bed. Everybody pretended that the scratches on his back were—ahem—inflicted during the fight.

Pft. Sure.

He has since left residence, but he still flounces around whenever his schedule allows, the motherfucker. You should remind him to bring his own food next time because he cleansweeps the fridge every time.

Your mood has been off since you opened your eyes. You lie there for a few minutes before you realize that it's still kind of dark outside, and a quick check of your phone informs you of the time.

5:36 am

Huh. That's fucking early.

You rub at your chest softly, wondering where the hollow sinking feeling is coming from and what roused you from your sleep. Granted that yes, you're not the most mentally healthy person, but the feeling is different from usual. Almost worse.

You try to go back to sleep but right as you were about to drift off, your bladder decides to kick in. Groaning, you roll out of bed and pad sleepily to your bathroom to do your business with closed eyes, trying not to let go of your sleepiness. Of course, that proves futile. You aren't able to fall right back to sleep after that. Normally, you'd have no problem jumping right back to snoozing, but again, irony.

When trying prove to be useless, you decide to get up. On the way down, you forget to take your phone with you, and you ain't going back to sixth ass floor when you're already on the second. You continue onward and bump into Shads. "Morning, Matt."

He looks at you in trepidation, and you laugh lightly at his expression. Nobody dare forget that you're not a morning person. "Hey, Y/N."

"Relax, I'm not gonna punch you." He laughs at that and visibly relaxes.

"You're up early," he comments.

"Yeah. I don't even know why, and I can't go back to sleep now anyways so..."

He nods. "Well, I'm just turning in. Need to catch some sleep before we fly later."

"Fun night?" You ask.

He snorts at that with a laugh as he turns away to walk to his room. "Wish. Had to be at the studio to fix some things."

"Aw, you poor baby."

"Fuck off."

You both laugh and walk away; him towards his room, and you towards the kitchen. "Sleep well. I'll make sure the car will be here later for you guys."

"Thanks, babe."

You feel it again while you are making myself a cup of hot chocolate at the communal kitchen. You have a love-hate relationship with coffee, so you don't drink it that much. You thump your chest lightly with a slight grimace, the feeling almost crushing now. Your heart is racing and you don't know why, hands shaking as you grip the counter and try to breathe through your mouth.

"Y/N?"

You look up to see Jin in his pajamas, blinking at you owlishly. "Hey, Jin." Your grimace morphs into an awkward smile and you put your arms to your side in fear that he might've seen it—he did.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you say, ignoring the heavy pounding feeling in your chest. He doesn't look convinced. "You're up early."

He shakes his head. "This is my usual waking time. You're early."

Well, you don't have a rebut for that.

"Are you sure you're okay, Y/N?" he asks again when you stay silent.

"Yeah." You will yourself to calm down, even though it's obviously unsuccessful. "I think I'm just having a heartburn."

He raises an eyebrow at that, clearly not buying your lie. He decides to spare you instead. "You shouldn't be having hot chocolate then; that will just trigger it more. Sit. I'll make us some tea."

"No, no, it's okay! I'm fine." You try to argue, but you quickly shut up when he narrows his eyes at you. You wait in awkward silence as he prepares the tea and starts making breakfast, possibly for his friends. Once it was done, you thank him and turn to go back to your room.

"Where are you going?" he asks, spatula raised from where he is cooking.

"Back to my room?"

He shakes his head. "No, you sit. I'm making breakfast anyway."

"But I—"

"Are you really this stubborn?" When you remain silent, he hums and goes back to cooking "That's what I thought. Now sit down."

And what choice do you have?

"Do you take any medicines?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"...no?"

"Not even for anxiety? Or anything?"

Wow. What happened to sparing you? You shake your head no. He just raises his brows at that and (mercifully) changes the topic. "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing. It's my first break in months, so I think I might just sleep all day and stay in bed. I don't know." You shrug. "How 'bout you guys? Do you have promotions today?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. We're all preparing for Jungkook's birthday. It's in three days."

Wait. Jungkook's birthday is September 1.

You stop at that, the cup of tea paused from where you were just about to take a drink. "T-three days?" You ask shakily as he puts some food on a plate and places it down in front of you, unaware of your inner turmoil. The food smells amazing, but you don't think you can handle eating right now.

"Yeah. It's 29 today, isn't it?" Jin takes his phone that was on the counter and checks, then puts the phone back down. "It is. We're gonna prepare a surprise for him."

Fuck.

"That's good," you say, trying not to show how your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest. He smiles at you and turns back to where he's cooking.

So that's why you've been feeling off since you woke up. 29th. It's the 29th of August today.

You finish your food with difficulty but you don't show it to him to not be ungrateful. His cooking is great, but your mind is really just elsewhere today. "Thanks for the breakfast. And uh, the tea." You clear your throat as you finish washing your plate.

"No biggie." He smiles brightly and you almost forget—almost.

"Have fun today with your plans. I'll be"—you swallow as you leave the room almost hurriedly, and Jin finally notices your distress—"I'll be in my room if you guys need something from me."

You hear him ask if you were really okay but you ignore it, almost tripping on your way out. You don't know you've been holding your breath until you let it out as you reach your room and flop uselessly on your bed. You can't even cry at this rate. You've spent so long crying that it left you tearless and empty. When you try to look deeper, the pain is crippling that you can't even move to shed a tear. It feels like being suspended mid-air in a dark void with that feeling that you might fall anytime, only you don't know when and if the fall will finally kill you.

You spend the whole day in bed with minimal to no human interaction. Matt swung by midday and thanked you with a hug before the band left. It will be hours later when someone knocks on your door again.

It's Namjoon.

"Y/N?"

You're tempted to not answer him. While yes, your closeness with him and his group came a long way from just them being your clients, you still don't feel comfortable with giving them the burden of trying to deal with your tragedies and discomfort. He calls your name again with a light knock before you amble to the door weakly, opening it just an inch. "Hey."

You smile at him, but it's clear as day that you aren't really feeling it. "Hey, Namjoon."

"Are you okay?" He pauses, then shakes his head. "No, you're obviously not. Can I come in?"

And of course, he can.

One thing you like about him is his maturity and perceptiveness. With the chaos that comes with his group, Namjoon keeps them tethered. You love their group, you really do. But when the energy becomes too much, you're thankful because he always senses your need to slow down and calms them. Maybe it's the same reason you're drawn to him the most out of all of them. All you know is it isn't just a plain crush on such a charming person anymore. When you spend a lot of time with someone so kind and wonderful, their looks become just a fucking bonus. Every time you look at him your heart won't stop racing, and it's the exhilarating type that makes you sweat and puts the coil in your stomach.

You both sit on the bed, pulling up the covers as he sits a respectable distance from you.

"Hyung told me what happened," he says at last. Your stomach drops at that. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Do you want to?

With your silence, he continues. "I understand if you don't want to. Just know that we're here for you." Then softly, "I'm here for you."

Your heart stutters, but you keep your face neutral by giving him a soft smile. "Thank you, Namjoon."

After a few minutes, he asks, "Is it because of Jungkook?"

"What?"

"Jin-hyung said you ran away when he mentioned our surprise for Jungkook." There is an emotion you can't name that briefly flits through his face before it smooths out to curiosity. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No!" At his surprised face, you backtrack. "No," you say in a much softer voice. "It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"I—"

"Noona!"

Wow. Speak of the devil and all that jazz.

Jungkook bursts through the door, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room. Or if he does, he doesn't comment on it. "My favorite Noona~!" He climbs on the bed and sits beside you.

Your eyes flit to Namjoon, and you nearly miss the sharp look he gives him when Jungkook lies with his head on your lap. You snort at Jungkook's antics, a slow smile spreading to your lips.

"I bet you say that to all your noonas," you tease, to which Jungkook splutters.

"No, I don't!" He turns to Namjoon. "Tell her, hyung."

"I—what?"

"That she is my favorite noona!"

"You do say that to all your noonas, Kook." Namjoon deadpans.

"Hyung!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Namjoon laughs. "Everyone knows you love Y/N the most."

"Yeah! Don't be jealous though, hyung." Jungkook chides, a crimson blush slowly spreading over Namjoon's cheeks. "We all know you love her the most."

"Hey—!"

"By the way," Jungkook back turns to you and ignores Namjoon's protesting, "we're all going out later. Want to come with?"

"Uh," you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. "I don't know, Jungkook. I—"

"Please?" He pulls his infamous doe eyes that makes it hard to refuse. While you normally don't have an issue with going out, you're not feeling up for it today. Especially not today of all days.

Your mind drifts to your old friends.

It's been seven years since they'd all been gone, but the memory is still fresh. For the past few years, you'd celebrated this day—all their birthdays—cradling a bottle of whatever liquor you get your hands on. You'd plow through bottle after bottle, glass after glass, trying to forget that you would have been celebrating with them had that day not happened. Then, you'd come home and sob yourself to sleep and pass out from being drunk because them being gone meant your alcohol tolerance was suddenly gone too.

"Y/N?" You snap out of your trance and see both men looking at you in confusion. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." The hollow feeling intensifies and you feel a little nauseous, but you shake it off. "Sorry, what was that again?"

"Do you want to come with us later?" Jungkook's mood subdues at your lost expression, concern marring his pretty face. "But you can say no if you don't want to!"

You know they really wouldn't force you to come with them if you say no. They never once made you feel like you have no choice with the shenanigans they drag you into.

Then you think about what Alex would probably say if he's still here, what all of them would say. They'd kick your ass for stopping yourself from celebrating and getting wasted. They'd tell you that you need to try to forget even just for a day, and that drinking a whole ass bar is one way to do it. They would probably say some shit about honoring them by getting shitfaced.

"Okay," you say weakly.

The two men looks at you apprehensively.

"Are you sure, Y/N? We really wouldn't mind."

You nod. "It's fine. I'm sure it'll be fun."

"It will be!" Jungkook says excitedly. "I'll make sure it is."

And make sure, he does.

Eight pm rolls around and you're ready to head out with them. You don't want to risk them being seen with someone who'll just drag their image down so as much as it pains you, you actually do put effort in dressing up and looking presentable. Normally, you would just wear the most comfortable outfit. You can't risk that tonight, however. You're going out with people who has all eyes on them. Being associated with someone who looks remotely like a trash can would do nothing good for their image, although you know they could care less about that.

"Noona, you read...y?" You turn around in time to see Jungkook's Adam's apple bob in his throat. His eyes rakes your figure and you can't help the slight flush in your cheeks when you meet his intense gaze.

"Am I overdressed?" You try to joke, but it feels weak. He shakes his head, cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

"You look wonderful, noona ." He mutters under his breath, "too wonderful."

"What?"

He ignores that, giving you a blinding smile. "Shall we go?"

You feel baffled by his actions, but nod at him nonetheless. "Lemme just put on my shoes." You turn around and miss his eyes go wide when you bend over to slip on your pumps. He subtly adjusts himself through his pants and tears his eyes away from your ass before you can catch him staring. "Let's go?"

"Y-yeah." He clears his throat. "Hyungs are all waiting downstairs."

"Are you sure you're okay?" You ask. You walk over to him and put your hand on his forehead, unaware of his inner turmoil at the skin contact.

He catches your hand, and you gasp at his intense stare. A few seconds pass and he squeezes your hand before letting go.

"I'm okay." He then smiles but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Let's go?"

--

You've already lost track of how many drinks you've consumed tonight. The corner of the bar was the perfect place and you made a beeline for it straight away once you spot it, unaware of Namjoon's eyes that were trained on you the whole time. You know you probably should've stuck with the others but you know your presence wouldn't be missed that much, so you stay put. You just left when you had enough turning down unwanted attention. Seriously, can't they all get a fucking hint?

"There you are!"

You startle as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and Jungkook stands there with a dopey smile. You assume he's on the way to being drunk now, but you really can't tell. "Y/N! I've been looking for you everywhere."

Obviously not everywhere. "Sorry, Kookie. I was just at the bar."

His smile gets wider at the pet name. "Kookie?"

"Oh, I mean—"

"I like it." He takes your hand with a slight tug. "Come on, let's go find the others."

You let him lead you and weave through the throng of partygoers. You feel the warmth of his hand on yours and fixate on it. Too much, that you don't know where he's leading you until the sounds of music gets muffled and muted. There's a firm click and thud, and you're being pushed against the door. His lips are on yours before you can even comprehend what's happening.

It takes you a few seconds to realize that you're kissing back. Weakly at first, you try to push him off you until he takes the hint.

His lips detach from yours and he pulls away, breathing heavily. His profile is illuminated by the purple light of the room, and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest from catching his breath.

"What are we doing?" You ask him, eyes wide.

"Nothing you won't consent to."

You look at each other wordlessly. He steps back a little from you and removes his hands on your hips. You realize that he's giving you an out if you want to, but that you really don't want him to give you an out.

The last part scares you.

"I won't force you to anything you don't want to," he says gravelly. "You can always say no."

"What if I don't want to?" You mumble. "Say no, that is."

He looks confused for a moment. When it dawns on him, however, his lips pull into a slow devilish smirk. Goosebumps follow his fingers on your skin.

"Then we do whatever you want."

It's all a blur after that.

His lips find yours again, hands seeking the curve of your hips. He trails kisses on your cheeks down to your neck and chest, and sucks bruises that make you gasp out loud as your hands tangle in his silky hair. They don't slack grip as you guide him down right where you want his mouth and hands.

He takes you twice; first is when he pounds you from behind. Your hair is fisted in his hands as he pulls on it, and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

He thrusts deeper when you moan loud. "Stay quiet, noona," the honorific sounding sinful from his lips. You keen when he grinds his hips and hit that wonderful spot.

The second is with your legs wrapped around his waist, arms on his shoulder. You can feel the pulse of his cock inside you with every savage thrust, and it makes you forget what it is you're running from. Half-crescent scratches are etched on his shoulders as you grip him tightly when you come, his hips stuttering in rhythm as his own orgasm crashes through him when you tighten around him.

Once you both finally catch your breath, he puts you down gently and fixes the creases on your dress.

"I'm taking this home," he says and pockets your panties. You don't have it in you to protest. Instead, you settle on rolling your eyes at him with a placid smile.

"I think you fucked the sad out of me," you say as your breathing calms to normal. You run your fingers through his hair and he kisses your wrist. "Thank you, Kookie. Happy birthday."

He pulls you into a tender hug, pressing a kiss on your hair. "Love you, Y/N."

You don't respond, don't need to. You know he feels it with how you fix his appearance and ruffle his hair as you lead him out of the room, totally unaware of a set of eyes that follow you both on your way out.

[meowzfordayz]

hello! <3 i’ve come across your blog for awhile now, and i’ve read a lot of your works as well. i just want to say that you’ve been such a large contributor to my healing process, and my general comfort. when i seek refuge, your blog is always my first choice to come to.

your way of writing makes me feel at home. it’s like i’m already in summer break, and your writing feels like this warm afternoon with solid rays, where all noise becomes muffled and i lie down on the couch headed to sleep immediately. i just want to say that you and your blog, your content, provide such an entire new meaning to the word ‘comfort’. your writings entirely encompass an atmosphere with suxh a lovely feel. i feel like i’m being hugged through composed words. you are such a great and beautiful person, too. as a whole :) i hope anything that probes through your own comfort and gets displaced in stress all goes away soon, you deserve everything great, and more. i really hope you’ll be okay, and free of any pain. you literally remind me of a gorgeous open prairie, i am so thankful i came across you. have an absolutely amazing day/night, wherever you may be!! 💗 ⛅️ 🌅

HELLOOOOO?!?!?! 😭😭😭💘 Whatever did I do to deserve such a beautifully written love letter?! Bc that’s what I feel like I just read. 🥹

Tyvm for taking the time to make me feel appreciated and admired; for making me feel wanted and loved. 🫶🏽 It warms my heart to know I’ve successfully nurtured a lil corner of comfort on Tumblr, and I’m so happy to hear that you often cozy up in it. ☺️

And YOU !! Your writing is fantastic !! 😍 Your kind and generous words filled my chest and made my eyes glisten; your beautiful expression of gratitude made my day❣️ Reading your Ask, I was reminded once more of my intentions w/ my blog and my writing. You are the reason I write, and I couldn’t be more honored.

Certainly now, I will be having an amazing rest of my day, as I hope you will be too. 😁💖 Sending you clouds reflected in puddles and stones revealing their galaxy of colors when soaked in water vibes !! 💝

[popchoc]

@heyfarfallina asked: could u please do 13. let me help you for marina (bc i think this one suits them)

Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca, Station 19

13: Let Me Help You

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"I thought we came here to do nothing for a change," Carina grumbled beneath her breath.

Maya laughed. She'd never seen Carina this clumsy before, as they were still getting to know each other on so many levels, and she had to admit: she was quite endeared by it.

"We did. I just need some steps to ease into that mood of... relaxation," she smiled at her. "You know, a cooling down routine to regulate my blood flow. Besides, once we're in the water you'll see how calming this is gonna be. Scuba diving is actually a pretty lazy sport. Or at least, here it is."

Though she never specialized in it, Maya had to learn how to scuba dive at the Academy as part of her firefighter training. And while trying to navigate through cold, murky water did not make her heart beat any faster, she couldn't deny that the feeling of weightlessness as well as the quiet underwater world did her good - probably better than any yoga class, Wednesday night or therapy session. (Not that she needed the latter.) She just really preferred clear tropical oceans over the Seattle lakes.

"Yeah, well, I’ll see about that when we're actually in there," Carina sighed, trying to keep her balance on the rocking boat. "Right now I don't even remember how to put this on!"

Unlike Maya, Carina had no underwater experience - except for some snorkeling during their family vacations on the Italian islands (but even then she was mainly keeping an eye on Andrea instead of the fish) - which is why they’d signed up for this so-called Discovery Dive that didn't require any skills or knowledge besides some basic instruction.

Carina knew that Maya could easily choose to join another group - go further, longer, deeper... wherever these certified divers where allowed to go - but she'd been clear right away that she'd wanted to do this with Carina no matter what, not caring about any wreck or challenge she might miss out on. Something Carina appreciated a lot, but that also made her feel somewhat of a burden - despite Maya telling her there was really no need to.

Maya quickly stepped closer, taking the heavy weight belt from Carina before it could drop on anyone's toes.

"Here, let me help you," she smiled again.

"No, no," Carina objected, "You're not even ready yourself. I'll just ask the—"

"Carina! I'm here to assist you. I'm your buddy, remember?"

Not waiting for her response, Maya wrapped the belt around Carina's waist, tight above the hip bones. Neatly threading the strap through the buckle, she continued, "Your buddy and your girlfriend, so this really isn't anyone else's job but mine. Here, see, right-hand release!"

She looked up again, her eyes meeting Carina's as it turned out they were staring at her.

"What?" Maya frowned. Wait, had she been weird?

Carina squinted, trying to see through Maya's aviators. "I'm your girlfriend?"

Maya's smile returned as quickly as it had vanished. "Well, yeah," she chuckled, "You think I would come all the way here with just anyone?"

The question seemed easy, yet when Carina didn't answer it - or worse: gave any reaction at all for that matter - Maya took a step backwards. "Wait, did I just say something silly? Am I... am I wrong?!"

As Carina quickly pulled her back towards her, using the front chord of Maya's wetsuit, her face lit up and her smile grew wider than Maya had ever seen. "I was just letting your words sink in. You were so clear before, about not needing a g—"

"That was stupid," Maya cut her off, her eyes studying their bare feet all of a sudden. "I should never have said that."

"You needed time," Carina said with a soft smile, gently lifting Maya's chin with her index finger. "There's nothing wrong with that." And then, after a teasing wink, "But I won't lie, I'm very happy if you want to dive in with me."

Giggling by her words, Maya glanced at the ocean around them, before swiftly staring - and willingly drowning - in Carina's eyes again. 

"Let's jump in," she sighed blissfully. And when their lips met, they both knew she wasn't talking about the water.

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3k Celebration Prompts (closed)

[merakiui]

[VERY MINOR GENSHIN SPOILERS- NEW ARCHON INTERLUDE]

Hey Mera, since we do get to name Scara in the new quest (that's all I know about the quest aside from what was shown in the livestream) I was wondering what you were gonna name him/if you had a name in mind?

I keep wracking my brain for a decent name, and to just not straight up name him Meow Meow or Babygirl, something that would be neutral/positive for his new life direction. I wont lie, I keep coming back to just Sun, because of your drabble w counselor!reader bc I love it so much, and I think it kinda fits him! Idk what do you think? I'm constantly teetering the line of being tooth rottingly sweet and being an awful bully (if not both) lol

-🔑

Ooh, I haven't played through the new quest yet (I am finishing Kazuha's hehe!!). I have so many name ideas in mind, but the ones below are a few big contenders!

Asahi - "morning sun/sunrise"

Hayate - "sound of the wind"

Fujin - based on the Japanese wind god.

Tsukigami - "moon deity"

The temptation to name him Mouchey or something silly is strong, but I want to give Scara a meaningful name that he can cherish! He is putting so much trust and faith in me by allowing me to choose, so I don't want to disappoint him! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

Omg Sun is such a cute name!!! I'm happy the counselor!reader drabble could inspire it. I like the symbolism of the sun because, no matter what happens and no matter how cold or gloomy the weather becomes, the sun will always rise to welcome a new day. Much like how Scaramouche has only ever moved forwards in his journey. Like a sun, he has found himself hidden behind clouds, overshadowed, and forgotten at times. He has felt unwanted and unloved, but in spite of everything (even if he went down a villainous path) he still rose to face new days.

And he will continue to rise as he begins a fresh chapter of his life. He also literally rises into the air with his skill hehe. The idea of Scara being a bright sun is sweet to consider because he has only ever brought ruin, fear, and darkness wherever he treads, but this time he can bring light and warmth as he learns to cope with, accept, and gradually let go of the shadows of the past.

Now he forges a new identity!!! He can be anything and anyone as he wanders from place to place, a precious little sun rising each day to explore the wonders of the world.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

no one left behind

prompt: rope burns

whumpee: neal caffrey

fandom: white collar

hi here's an ol reliable wc fic...it unfortunately is not the best bc i am so busy and tired lmao. life is sure a thing this week. but we're managing. we're managing. anyway hope you enjoy!

Neal’s entire body aches. He doesn't know how long he’s been here, hanging by his wrists from what he’s pretty sure is a pipe. At first the pain had been sharp, the feeling of his shoulders being wrenched nearly out of their sockets, the strain on his muscles as he’d tried and failed to keep his feet in contact with the ground, the burn of the coarse rope against his skin. 

Now, though, it all just aches. He’s become used to the pain, such that it’s no longer sharp and overpowering. It’s just there. 

He wishes terribly that someone would come into this empty room. He can’t talk his way out of a situation if there’s no one to listen. 

He can’t wriggle his way out, either. He’d tried. Many times. The ropes are too thick and too well-tied for him to be able to move his wrists at all. They’ve gone sort of numb, in fact, from being pressed up against each other. 

He’s just stuck. He’d tried shouting, offering information, threatening, begging. Nothing had worked. No one had come. He hasn’t seen a single person the whole time he’s been here, wherever here is. He’d simply woken up, in complete darkness and with his head aching and fuzzy, in exactly the same position that he is currently in. 

He doesn’t know who has him. Why they have him. Part of him, the part that wants to be the cool con artist, the professional CI, is annoyed. He’s just sitting - hanging - here. And for what? The least his captors could do is give him the courtesy of knowing why they’ve taken him. 

But another part of him, the part that’s just Neal Caffrey with no strings attached, is anxious and afraid and hurting and wants nothing at all except to get out, to be somewhere safe. 

Nothing happens, for better or worse, for another similarly unidentifiable stretch of time. Neal wishes there was a window in this room to let in some light. Wishes he could hear anything at all besides his own breathing. Wishes the horrible ache would just go away. 

He is still completely alone. 

And then he isn’t. 

A door opens on the opposite side of the room, looking impossibly far away. He’d had no idea it was even there in the darkness. But it’s certainly there now, letting in a small amount of light which silhouettes a figure. 

He doesn’t know who it is, besides, he figures, someone involved with whatever’s going on. He wants to yell at them, wants to say something witty, to complain, to question, to plead. He wants them to let him go. To tell him what it is they want, so he can give it to them or figure out a way to lie about giving it to them. 

All he manages to say is, “please.”

The person comes closer. The light from the door isn’t strong enough to illuminate the whole room, and they pass into darkness as they get closer. Neal feels like he can barely breathe. His body tenses up, waiting for a blow. 

It never comes. Instead, he hears a familiar voice call his name. 

“Neal?”

“Peter?”

“Where are you?”

He has no idea how to answer that. “Here,” is the best he can offer. 

“There’s no light switch in this room, can you believe that? All this space and nothing to light it up. Just hold on, I’m coming to you.”

Peter’s voice does indeed sound like it is steadily getting closer. Neal learns this for certain when Peter walks right into him. 

The impact makes him swing slightly, makes the pain in his wrists and shoulders spike. He makes a low, quiet noise of pain that is nonetheless very audible in the silence. 

“Are you hurt?”

“I’m not bleeding.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“I’m hanging by my wrists from…a pipe or something.”

“Okay,” Peter says, like this is totally normal, like everything is going to be okay. Which it is, Neal knows, now that he’s here. “I’m gonna cut you down.”

With sort of vague directions from Neal, Peter manages to find the rope that is tying him to the pipe. Once they’re both sure he’s not in danger of cutting Neal instead of the rope, he saws through it with a pocketknife. 

This takes an excruciatingly long time, and every tiny movement of the knife causes the rope to move, which causes a wave of pain to travel down Neal’s arms. 

And then, at long last, the rope breaks. Neal collapses to the ground immediately, the other end of the rope still tied firmly around his wrists. 

The impact hurts, sure, but it alleviates the strain that had been placed on his shoulders for so long. He’d be very content to just lie there on the floor for a long time, but then Peter’s next to him asking if he can walk. 

“Probably,” he decides. 

He can walk, it turns out. After some fumbling, Peter gets Neal to his feet. It feels weird standing up normally, both of his feet firmly on the ground. 

They walk closer and closer to the door, until at last they’re in the light. Neal looks at Peter for the first time. He looks exactly the same as he always does. He’s wearing the same clothes he was wearing the last time Neal saw him, which means Neal hasn’t been here too long. He supposes there’s some comfort in that. 

They pass through the door and into a hallway. In the full, almost blinding, light, Neal looks down at his wrists. 

The rope is still there. It looks like any other rope might. Brown and sturdy. He thinks he probably could escape from it now, but he’s exhausted and starting to feel shaky and it’s going to hurt, so he doesn’t try. Peter will be able to do it, anyway, once they’re out of here. 

They walk through a veritable maze of hallways until suddenly, Peter opens a door and they’re outside. It’s evening and there are other buildings nearby, all industrial. Neal turns around and looks at the place that had been his prison. It just looks like all of the other buildings. Nothing special at all.  

The Taurus is here, looking distinctly out of place in its surroundings. Neal wonders for a second about why it’s only Peter here - this seems like the kind of place where backup might be appreciated - but then Peter’s unlocking the car and telling Neal to sit down in the passenger seat and he stops thinking about it. 

Sitting down feels just as nice as lying on the floor. The complete absence of any strain on his body is wonderful. The aches are all still there, of course, but everything feels much more bearable now. 

Peter is crouched in front of him with his pocketknife, cutting through the rope for a second time. This seems to Neal to be a much quicker process than cutting him down had been. 

After a minute or two, the rope simply falls away. Neal flexes his wrists. They hurt, scraped raw and red. He stares at them and thinks about the fact that these fairly mild injuries are the only physical evidence of the pain he’d experienced. Probably this is a good thing, he thinks. Rope burns are easy to deal with. They aren’t even bleeding, much less threatening to leave scars. 

Peter drives them out of the industrial lot. Neal catches a glimpse of the sunset as they pull onto the road. It’s brilliantly orange, almost surreal after spending so much time in the dark. 

“Where are we going?” he asks, wondering whether there will be anything standing in the way of him simply collapsing into his bed and falling asleep for a very long time. He only wishes he didn’t have to go home to an otherwise empty apartment. He’s had enough solitude for quite a while. 

“Home,” Peter offers. “I’ll make up the guest room.”

Home, Neal repeats in his mind, turning the word over and over. The Burkes’ guest room. A big, comfortable bed and other people nearby.

Nothing in the world sounds better than this. 

thanks for reading! i did not do much editing so i am sorry if there's mistakes. also i fear tomorrow's fic will also be not so good bc i am again busy as hell...so unfair that school is kicking my ass when it's literally my birthday next week lol

[onlyswan]

Hi arttttt❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶

How are youuuu??? I missed you sm😭❤️😭❤️

How have you been omg!!! I feel like I missed on a lot of stuff lol

I LOVED THE NEW DRABBLE😭 it’s so fucking cute ahh jungkook and oc are the cutest!!!

AND???? THE END ??!??!??!!!!! ART???

What the fuck is going on!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I am so excited for whatever that beautiful mind of yours will bring next!!

I’ve been busy with uni (when am I never busy with uni smh) and I finish this long ass term on the 28th of December ugh I’m so excited to just be done with these 6 courses that I am taking.

As for the year-end survey I’m going to answer the questions (even if they’re a bit hard😠)

what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?

I’ll give you my top 5 drabbles from this collection:

1. in which jungkook wants you all to himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers

This one never fails to make me smile

2. in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give

This one^ killed me but I love it

3. in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.

I read this like 1000 times I love it so much

4. in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

This one made me giggle and kick my feet

5. in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.

me 🤝 oc

themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?

art i’m not gonna lie to you these type of questions are the ones that I get on my exams 😭

For the themes ? Idk I just like soft fluffy things 🫶 so soft it makes me wanna throw up

and I like angst (ONLY SOMETIMES PLEASE)

I think this line from in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are. is cute

“aigoo, why are you so messy?“

for scenes I think this one is funny

“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”

with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.

and if it is not too much to ask- who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?

Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠

which year/s would you like to see more of from 2017 to 2023?

I really dont mind anything! But I feel like 2019 jungkook is just ❤️‍🔥 and 2022 too oof.

and which season (spring/summer/autumn/winter)?

I’m a winter girlie so obvi winter

I think that’s all of the questions! I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲) I am so excited for what the new year is going to bring!! I love you art I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year!!!! I hope that 2024 will be an amazing year for you!

Love, 🥨

PRETZEL ANONIE MY BABY LOVE I MISSED UUUU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺

i’ve been doing much better since my break from school started !!! i really needed this for the sake of my sanity. hehe this is why i love the holiday season :P

AND THE NEW DRABBLE YESYESYHDJSHDFJJD IHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT 🤭

as for the ending… no comment for now bcs it’s so fun seeing y’all freak out <3

goodluck with the rest of your term plssss don’t forget to take care and enjoy your well deserved break after 🥰

OOP YOU SAW THE SURVEY

your top 5 i loveeeee 🥹 also you’re so real for the #5 i think this is the first answer it was mentioned. i’m blushing and giggling just thinking about it rn likejsjdhsjdf

i had to search for which drabble is the scene with the ouch and IM LAUGHINGDHDHFH I FORGOT ABT THE LIP PIERCING DRABBLE. oc’s humor >>>

Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠

i’m sorry for my fault 😞 i bow my head down again

I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲)

this is so funny i’m sorrydhdhsjdhjshf 😭😭😭 i’m a literature girlie through and through i fear. but fr thank youuuu so much for answering i had fun reading your answers too :") hehe you made me smile a lot. i love you sm and i hope 2024 treats you well and brings you an abudance of everything nice in life 🩷 happy holidays!!!! please eat lots of yummy food too hehe :")

[dienamights]

I was looking thru the few asks you answered yesterday and saw you mentioned an internship. And I remembered before you disappeared you mentioned being nervous about an interview for a job you really wanted.

So you managed to get it? 🥺

Or is the internship a bit of a different thing?

Either way I am so happy for you and so proud of u for managing to snag something with the company you really wanted! 💖

I sincerely hope it is a paid internship if you’re spending licherally half the day working and dYING.

If not, I’ve got my elbows out bestie. I amn ready to drop anybody and errybody over there.

I love you sm Nami, my love :3. Kissin u 💋💋💋💋.

Honestly august/september were such a blur of interviews and entrance exams that i dont even remember which one i was nervous about (hint: it was all of them)

Gonna put this in a readmore cause im abt to babble and im not sure anyone wants to read it lmao

Basically i applied to every oil and gas company where i live and got interviewed and got some offers. And like one in particular gave me a contract for a position where i work 6 days a week PLUS overtime, meaning i should just bring my pillow and just fuckin sleep on my desk. So i just, y’know— politely said fuck off. And bc the position was like a desk job which isnt really what i wanted seeing as its like my first job so i wanted to do more field work (0/10 would not recommend, idfk what i was thinking)

I got like other offers which were shit bc i was offered positions below my education(???? Idfk what the term is in english help me) but basically they weren’t like, engineering positions so I declined bc i wasn’t gonna settle for anything less than what i worked so hard for y’know?

The internship that im currently doing is in like my dream company and actually an engineering position, except i wasnt placed anywhere NEAR what i wanted which is, y’know whatever (lie i cried for a whole week like the lil bitch that i am) but i’m like working extra hard bc all the other interns are like a whole different species and im TRYING TO KEEP UP and after two months i can safely say i am getting the hang of it. My supervisor basically told me if i suck it up and finish this one year thing i can then request to work wherever i wanted when i do get the permanent contract so fingers crossed i dont get played next year LMQOWHDKD

IT IS PAID thank GAWD otherwise i woulda burned this place tf down. And like more than what i expected an internship to pay so im really not complaining HENDODUW

I love you MOAR bby lemme kiss YEW🥺💗💗💗💗💗 you’re so sweet for asking and remembering i am crying so loud rn im a MESS IM SORRY FOR TALKING A LOT

[lanternlightss]

for the ask game LOOP🫵🫵🫵

(ask game)

HEHE BINGO !!

i am so. so normal about them (<- utter complete lie)

(Also putting the rest under the cut bc it got a bit too long !! oops !!!!)

LOVE their hypocrisy. LOVE their duality. they care so much it physically pains them, they don’t want to really be here but where else can they go ?? back to their party ? back to their world ??? the world they Left ??? destroyed ???? that bridge has burned and they keep kneeling by it hoping.... maybe ……..

but they made their wish. there’s no going back.

god i love how they try to act aloof and distant, especially with the party and their names. fighter. researcher. housemaiden. the kid. these aren’t mine (but how they wish—no, pray, they were) and i will continue to be reminded of and remind .. this traveler, this me, as such !! but !!! they were so distraught !!!!!!!! when the party !!! Did Not Recognize Them !!!! this party whom they threw Everything Away for because they loved them so much !!!!!!!!! this party who they went through Continuous, Multiple loops, because they didn’t want to leave them, truly. And Now They’re Here, and worried, but not for them. not in this time. even after everything. (I Want So Badly to see how the party would react to being told that oh. yeah. btw. thats another siffrin !! your friend a few steps to the left !!! and the time loop they were in Was Even Worse !!!!!!)

and GODDDDDD THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH SIFFRINNNNNNN. i think about loop’s reaction to siffrin saying “you’re me.” such a completely normal amount. the laughing. sure, yeah! i’m you. and you’re me, and i hate it, that you’re right so soon like this. that i have to watch another person fall like i did. but they can’t let him burn. they can’t. it’s too much. you deserve so many things, but you don’t deserve for the stars to turn you inside out, one of us getting that fate is already enough !! keep going !!!!! AND HOW THEY COULDNT BRING THEMSELF TO KILL SIFFRIN ??? HELLO. even though they were shimmering with rage, that they get the wrong end of the stick each time, isn’t that funny, that the script always calls for a back up !! for a mistake !!!! for someone To Take It From Them !!!!! but. BUT !!!!;!;!(. THEY GOT ATTACHED. they looked in the mirror too long !!!!!! if i think about the interaction where siffrin is spiraling and loop gently pokes their hand and says, “you’re real. you’re here.” one more second longer i will EXPLODE. because . god loop and siffrin make me ill. you get to look at yourself from another view, to see them in each and every spotlight no matter how bad or good, and you realize… you can’t really hate them like this. you can call them all the words you think of yourself in your head but your heart isn’t in it. they are such a fake idgafer this star would break down instantly if someone gave them a hug they are a WET CAT that keeps striking out of fear (stares so intensely at the act 6 fight)

anyways. i love it when loop tries to self sabotage. especially when there is so much evidence otherwise to what they are sabotaging. you don’t want another siffrin around …… loop when was this ever said to you. join the found family rn please. did you See how much siffrin was interested in the cautionary tale diary ?? to have another you to lean on ??? who knows how big of a hole you dig yourself and sighs, but gets a shovel to join you and pull you out ?? there is not a force on this earth that will keep you from being loved no matter how “horrible, disgusting” you think you are. i also think it’s incredibly funny that they are coping with all of this by being an “ohoho!” bit of an asshole. who are you impersonating. the loop original of, “wow, that was kinda cringe of you, stardust!” i am shaking them so vigorously.

i hope loop is okay wherever they are after post game <3

[lesbianjackies]

okay i have a concept: eddie dating reader- but readers parents are cops

I LITERALLY LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM OML

this'll be like- right before season three, bc i wanted hopper to be her dad teehee (adopted btw- cause ik not everyone looks like hopper :))

"I don't want you anywhere near that Munson boy." Your father crossed his arms, looking at you sternly.

You huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. "For the last time, Dad, Eddie and I are not dating. We don't even talk. He gave me a ride home once, because you were at work and I didn't have a license and there was no one else there to drive me home."

Hopper ran a hand over his face. "You better not be lying to me." He pointed his finger at you. "There will be severe consequences if I find out you're lying to me."

You threw your hands up in frustration. "I'm not lying! Gods, I'm gonna take a drive. El, do you wanna come?"

Your little sister poked her head out of her room and nodded.

"Is that all right with you, Dad? Am I trustworthy enough to drive?"

Hopper pursed his lips. "Yes. I trust you very much. Is that what you want to hear?"

You nodded, pleased with yourself. "Yes. Thank you." You grabbed your car keys off the rack and Eleven followed you out the door.

"We are not going on a drive," she said.

"Mm-mm," you agreed, sliding into your car.

"You are going to Eddie's," she said, sitting next to you in the passenger's seat.

"Mhm." You started the engine.

"Friends don't lie," she said nervously.

"Nope, but daughters do when their dad is the chief of police and their boyfriend is a drug dealer." You turned and grinned at her.

She smiled back. "Are you taking me to see Mike?"

"I'll take you wherever you want. No rules with me, you know that."

"I want to see Mike."

"Then I'll take you to see Mike." You flicked on the radio and sang along as you drove to the Wheelers', giving your sister a fist bump and telling her you'd be back in an hour before heading to Eddie's trailer.

"Hello, my dearest," Eddie greeted you with a grin after you knocked on his door.

"Greetings, my beloved." You kissed him on the lips and he picked you up and carried you inside. "We have an hour," you told him, straddled on his waist as he laid on his bed.

"That's enough time for me," he said, stroking your cheek. He flipped you over and hovered above you. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

"Shut up and kiss me."

Eddie obliged, capturing your lips in a kiss so heavenly you felt you were floating. His mouth trailed down your chin and neck and attached to your collar bone, leaving a mark that would be a struggle to hide from your father. You gripped his hair and gasped out his name, eyes shut as he took you to paradise with his lips.

"I think next time we should go to your place," he murmured, painting another bruise onto your skin.

"You're insane." You shuddered from the pleasure.

He looked up, grinning. "Maybe. But there's something about kissing you senseless with your cop dad in the other room that turns me way on."

[love-toxin]

Idk if this counts as yandere Eddie, or dark!Eddie or what but: Eddie being your drug dealer/perhaps establish fwb and him giving you aphrodisiac infused joints.

He hands them over, takes the short drive back to his trailer only for the phone to ring as soon as he’s in. It’s you, you’re trying to sound casual but you’re breathless, you must’ve already tried to masterbate but aren’t satisfied, he tries not to sound smug down the phone as he agrees that yeah he’ll swing back, no problem. He knows that by the time he gets there you’ll be so desperate and horny that you’ll let him fuck you however he wants, he’ll manhandle you into whatever position he likes, he’ll fuck you raw, he’ll take you wherever he wants, bent over the kitchen counter, pinned to the floor, up against the wall. And you’ll beg him for it. You don’t care as long as he’s inside you.

Sometimes he’ll just sit outside in his van and smoke a cigarette for 10 minutes before heading inside, cuz by then you’re beyond desperate, you’re frustrated, and you’ll be the one pinning him down and riding him within an inch of his life.

Sometimes, he stays and smokes with you, and you’re both so unbelievably horny that you go on for hours.

When you finally figure it out though, you decide to be a sneaky little shit and swap out your joints for his, you drive home from the trailer and wait by the phone, it doesn’t take long before Eddie calls sounding shaky and whiny, asking you to come back. You tell him you’re not sure you should drive, you’ve already started smoking (a lie, but he doesn’t know that, two can play this game) and you get to hear the little pervert beg down the phone, you can almost imagine him fisting his cock as he speaks, he’s so cute when he’s desperate. You head over, taking your time of course and he’s practically crying when you get there. He lets you cuff him for hours, so long as you’re fucking him someway, whatever you want, he’ll beg for it.

- 🎃 This isn’t even what I planned to send

......are u trying to make me feral bc u have absolutely accomplished it......BRO.........i am weak. obviously im gonna imagine him upping the dose he slips you when it starts weaning off but getting antsy and worried about making you dependent or giving you weird side effects or something, so he stops for a little while and resigns himself to using his hand. but you're so used to the high you get when eddie's banging you that it has the opposite effect, and you're jumping him with even more frequency because it's not just the aphrodisiac that makes it feel so good, it's eddie. and clearly he just falls even more in love with you until it just comes out one night when you're getting especially heated, and then he has to hope beyond hope that you feel the same and you don't just say it back cause you're a little lost in the moment. little does he know about your little swapsies and that you do feel the same about your....."friend".