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secretbangtnn · 3 years

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Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

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skzfairies · 3 years

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— NOSE RING

time. jan. 2018

summary. yeong-mi is experiencing her first full day in the dorms, and the members find out something new about her, while yeong-mi finds she has already charmed one of the boys.

warnings. mentions of nose and lip piercings. yeong-mi putting in and taking out her nose piercings, her talking about her friend piercing her nose.

note: i feel like this is kind of boring, but again yeong-mi(yuri’s real name, she hasn’t started going by her stage name yet) had just met ateez like the day before this, so keep that in mind while reading this😭

photo credits. @s-trixy

yeong-mi heard the annoying ring of hongjoong’s alarm ring under her, cursing the member under her for bringing her out of her sleep, but also thanking him in the back of her mind. did she forget to set her alarm last night?

yeong-mi had reached for her phone under her pillow, and she did in fact have her alarm set, hongjoong’s was just set for twenty minutes before hers. she figured it was probably to beat everyone to the bathroom, which was smart.

but hongjoong seemed not to be waking up anytime soon, and the ring of the alarm was starting to get on her nerves, so she crawled down the ladder of her bed, deciding she would take his bathroom time while he snoozed.

she just hoped that she remebered where the bathrooms were.

after she had gotten ready for the day, she went back into the shared room, and chuckling lightly when she saw hongjoong. his hair was sticking up all over the place, he was barely sitting up, and his eyes were still very closed.

although hongjoong must have had heard her laugh, because he had slowly opened his eyes after she entered.

“good morning.” yeong-mi said, putting her pajamas that she slept in the night before on top of her bed, not really sure where to put them.

she heard hongjoong hum, and she went to leave again, but she turned around again when she heard hongjoong’s voice, again.

“do you, do you have your nose pierced?” he asked, squinting his eyes to look at the girl closer, and she nodded at his question.

“yeah, i do actually. i got them before i became a trainee, i’ll take them out before we practice, i just didn’t want the holes to close up.” yeong-mi responded, looking in the mirror that was hung up on the door, it was weird to see her septum and nose ring in again, but she still loved both of them.

“i like them.” hongjoong simply stated, and yeong-mi turned around again, now smiling.

“thanks, me too. do you need anything before i go?” yuri questioned, finally leaving the room once she saw hongjoong shake his head, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do before practice, they still had an hour or two before they had to go, and it seemed like she was the only one ready, so far.

she was quickly proven wrong, when she saw yunho in the kitchen, pouring himself a bowl of cereal, but he was still in his pajamas, so he didn’t really count.

“morning to you mr.yunho.” yuri chirped, smiling when yunho had jumped and looked up, looking around for her, before finally finding her standing in the doorway.

he quickly did a double-take, did yeong-mi have a nose ring? she didn’t mention anything about it last night though..

“do you like my nose ring?” she asked, seemingly knowing what yunho was thinking. she realized that she didn’t tell anyone about her piercings, so she would probably be faced with the same questions all day.

“yeah, i didn’t even know you had one. have you eaten yet?” yunho questioned, grabbing another bowl and pouring a bowl of cereal for yeong-mi as well after he saw her shake her head no. he slid it towards her, later sitting next to her at the island of the kitchen.

“how long have you been awake?” yunho asked, looking over at yeong-mi. how long had she been awake for? she turned on her phone, and the time had shown 8:30am, she had to be awake for around half an hour, at least.

“like, for thirty minutes. not long.” yuri hummed, silence consuming them again as the continued to eat. surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward.

she heard commotion from behind her, and she looked behind her, the noise coming from one of the bedrooms, it seemed. it sounded like someone was yelling at someone to wake up, and yeong-mi turned back around to look at yunho, who looked extremely unbothered, it must happen often, she noted.

“thats jongho yelling at wooyoung and yeosang to wake up. happens everyday, you’ll get used to it.” yunho chuckled, and yeong-mi slightly raised her eyebrows, before nodding.

“noted...is it just because i rarely was in a dorm myself, or does this dorm seem more chaotic than normal?” yeong-mi asked, looking at yunho, who only laughed at her statement, pausing from walking towards the sink to wash his bowl.

“more chaotic than normal... are we really that wild?” yunho chuckled, shaking his head slightly and continued to laugh.

“no, no! it’s just-” yeong-mi rambled, grimacing slightly when yunho had looked back at her with a teasing look.

“don’t worry, we are chaotic. i’m just teasing you.” yunho smiled, and yeong-mi relaxed, finishing her cereal, and going to wash it. she heard yunho leave, presumably to get ready, and while she was drying the bowl, she heard another boy enter.

she turned her head to see who it was, smiling when the boy had made eye contact with her. it was jongho, who was ready as well, and didn’t look like he was just yelling at his roommates fifteen minutes ago.

“i’m guessing wooyoung and yeosang arent the easiest to wake up?” yeong-mi said, chuckling when jongho had gotten slightly flustered.

“you’re right, did i wake you?” jongho asked, smiling when yeong-mi had shaken her head no.

“nope, ive been awake for awhile now.” she said, drying off her hands, and sitting on the seat she was before hand, deciding she might as well use the time she had to get to know her future members.

“lemme guess, hongjoong or seonghwa were snoring and you got annoyed?” jongho chuckled.

“kind of. hongjoong’s alarm woke me up, and apperantly he didn’t hear it, so i left because he wasn’t turning it off.” yuri said, rolling her eyes while laughing, the memory of just woken up hongjoong still fresh in her mind.

“if i was me, i would have yelled at him and went back to bed.” jongho sighed, shaking his head slightly.

“as i heard.” yeong-mi teased, causing jongho to throw his head back, before looking at her with an exasperated face.

“you aren’t going to let that go anytime soon, are you?” jongho sighed, scrunching his face up when yeong-mi had confirmed while laughing.

“only one day here and you already succeed in teasing our maknae? please be my best friend.” she heard san yelled from behind her, and she turned around and looked at the boy, who still had bed hair, and seemed like he would fall asleep soon, despite his yelling.

yeong-mi would have never guessed that jongho would be an evil maknae. he seemed so sweet and innocent to her...

“you have a nose ring? you didn’t tell me this!” san yelped in suprise once he sat next to her, mocking a fake hurt look.

“it...slipped my mind i guess.” yeong-mi admitted, gently patting san’s head. she was suprised that she even did that, but somehow she felt like she had known these boys all her life.

“don’t worry, i didnt tell anyone else either. i’m kind of considering yelling “i have a nose ring!”, because i don’t think i could handle having eight people asking me the same question.” yeong-mi huffed slightly, resting her head on her fist, she wasnt annoyed, not yet at least.

“you have a nose ring?” wooyoung asked, and that had done it, yeong-mi throwing her head against the table top, a little bit more harder than she had intended. now she was starting to get annoyed.

“oh, poor yeong-mi. what did you guys do?” seonghwa asked, patting yeong-mi’s head as he passed her, playfully scowling at the other three members in the room.

“we didn’t do anything! i just asked her if she had a nose ring!” wooyoung yelled, throwing his hands up in defense, and seonghwa was about to say something, when yeong-mi had sat up straight again, and seonghwa closed his mouth after looking at her annoyed expression, slightly forming his lips into a smirk.

“do...do you have a nose ring, yeong-mi?” seonghwa slowly asked, attempting to hold back his laughter.

yeong-mi groaned, throwing her head back again, and hopping off her seat, raising her fist at seonghwa jokingly.

“you asked that just to make me mad, didn’t you?” yeong-mi huffed, crossing her arms, still glaring at seonghwa.

“it worked, didn’t it?” seonghwa said cheekily, now all the members in the room were laughing, minus yeong-mi, but she was trying to contain her laughter, not being able to fight the small smile that made its way across her face.

“you’re smiling!” wooyoung yelled, pointing towards her lips, which quickly fell, and a fake scowl was placed on her face.

“no, i am not.” yeong-mi said, in a fake deep voice, which caused san to shake his head.

“leave having a deep voice to mingi, yeong-mi, if you will.” san teased, and yeong-mi smiled in defeat, returning to her seat next to san.

the three members had finished eating, and now yeong-mi was sitting on the couch with jongho, them being the only two that were ready.

“i like your nose rings, by the way.” jongho complimented, looking up from his phone, and he saw yeong-mi smile, and he quickly returned his gaze back to his phone.

“thanks. i haven’t worn them in awhile, it feels funny.” yeong-mi laughed, scrunching up her nose slightly.

the two of them sat there for awhile, until yunho, san, and wooyoung had joined them in the room.

“does anyone know if hongjoong is awake?” san asked, looking around the room.

“i’ll go look.” wooyoung said, quickly sitting back up, heading towards the bedroom hongjoong was in.

“is hongjoong also hard to wake up?” yeong-mi asked, looking around at the members in the room, chuckling nervously when they had nodded.

“dont worry, seonghwa is good at waking him up.” san said, patting yeong-mi’s knee softly from next to her. she nodded, resting her head against the back of the couch.

“yeong-mi, i do have a question...how do you put in your nose rings?” yunho asked, and yeong-mi sat back up again, looking over at yunho, who was sitting next to san.

“with my fingers.” yeong-mi joked, before actually answering after seeing yunho roll his eyes. “you can watch me take them out, if you want.” yeong-mi said, standing up when yunho nodded.

“you’re taking them out now?” yunho asked, furrowing his eyebrows at the girl.

“awhhh no, you look good in them!” san whined, and yeong-mi laughed slightly, before shaking her head.

“i have to take them out, sometimes they move when i dance, its not fun to have to fix them during practice, probably not a fun sight either.” yeong-mi chuckled, heading towards the bathroom, yunho following behind her.

“wait...yunho, do you really want to watch me take my nose rings out?” yeong-mi asked, stopping from taking her stud out, and looked over at yunho.

“yeah, i do!” yunho exclaimed, and yeong-mi smiled, before continuing to take out her corkscrew, sometimes groaning in the process.

once she had taken that one out, she had begun to twist her septum piercing, and mingi had just walked in as she started twisting the clicker.

“why- yunho? what are you doing?” mingi questioned, and yeong-mi snorted, before finally taking out the ring she had in her septum.

“i was taking my nose rings, don’t worry.” yeong-mi chuckled, if she would have seen someone watching another person put their fingers up their nose, she would have been very confused, and disgusted slightly.

“you have a nose piercing?” mingi asked, and yeong-mi nodded, holding up the rings once she washed them and her hands for mingi to see.

“sorry you didn’t see me in them, i looked incredibly sexy though.” yeong-mi teased, poking mingi’s arm when she walked past him.

“how is that girl so confident...” mingi mumbled, which yeong-mi had heard, and laughed into her hand slightly.

“you should let me pierce your nose, yunho.” yeong-mi said, looking up at yunho as they walked to yeong-mi’s room.

“have you done it before?” yunho asked, he looked very hesitant, his eye brows were furrowed, and his mouth slightly agape. yeong-mi had only laughed at his reaction, which let yunho relax some.

“no, i haven’t. my friend pierced my stud though... just don’t tell my mom. you would look good with a lip piercing though.” yeong-mi said, remembering back when one of her friends had pierced her nose in the middle of the night at a sleepover, she was suprised that her mom still doesn’t know that ever happened.

“i’ll have to try some fake ones out and see them.” yunho smiled, watching yeong-mi put away her piercings.

“you still havent unpacked?” yunho questioned, looking at her opened suitcase, with some clothes piling out.

“i’ll do it tonight, i just felt my legs were going to fall off last night.” yeong-mi sighed, rubbing her legs as she remembered the pain. the soreness wasn’t as bad as it was last night, but the ache was still there. yunho gave her a half smile, he knew that feelings all too well. both of them left the room and entered the living room, holding their laughter back when they saw a very tired hongjoong.

“are we- oh, are we all ready?” hongjoong yawned out, still visibly tired, but still taking on his leader role. yeong-mi mentally applauded him for that, she could barely take care of herself when she was tired, let alone eight other people.

“lets go! i call being in the car with yeong-mi!” san screamed, looping his arm around yeong-mi’s shoulder.

“ive only known you for like, a day, and your already whipped for me. my power.” yeong-mi said, jokingly flipped her hair behind her shoulder and fake strutting, causing the members to laugh. she was definitely something, and the boys couldn’t be happier to have her with them.

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inspriredlyuninspired · 4 years

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The Stalker

Part 7

Modern!Ivar x Curvy!Reader, Able-bodied!Ivar x Dark!Ivar

Hey Guys!! i know its been a really long, i’ve been struggling a lot lately and i had the motivation to write! i hope you enjoy!

First peron POV (this s my first time doing first person POV in this series so let me know if you guys like it!)

The night with Ivar was so much fun, i can’t remeber the last time i had this much fun with someone. From pillow fights, jumping on the bed, ordering as much room service as we could. Ivar and i laid on the bed spread out with full bellies.

“i don’t want to eat anything every again” Ivar said taking a deep breath after.

“Hey, last time i checked you were the one who ordered it” I said back, just getting a grunt in response.

He slowly got out of bed and started walking towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Not thinking anything of it i just rolled over and started admiring the room and the extravagancey of it.

A few minutes later, Ivar emerged from the bathroom and motioned with his fingers to go over to him. Without a question i obliged, i don’t know how he had this effect on me.

i followed him into the bathroom and when i walked in a saw a drawn bath, with candles all over the place. This was the most romantic gesture anyone has done for me, it felt as though i could start crying. Too many emotions just ovewhelming me.

“Oh Ivar” is all i could manage to say. The smile on his face brightened the candle lit bathroom. He walked towards me, putting his hands on my hips, gently lifting my shirt.

No one has ever seen me naked or even almost naked, well technically Ivar had but i did everything in my power not to think about that. I did not stop him from lifting my shirt over my head. He ran his hands ever so lightly down my sides to the top of my shorts.

He kneeled down, sliding them down my legs, peppering kisses to the top of my thighs on his way back up. Once standing again, he looked me up and down.

I moved my arms to cover myself, which he didn’t see immediately because he was taking off his own shirt and shorts leaving him in his breifs.

‘Wow’ is all i could think, he was lean, toned, and out of my league. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, thinking about how handsome he was, and then how i looked.

I was taken from my thoughts by feeling his strong hands gently pull my arms to my sides

“Never hide yourself from me, you’re the most perfect woman i have ever seen, you are all i have every wanted.” His voice was soft and calm.

His hands slowly reached behind me to unclip the hooks of my bra. i grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Ivar, no one has seen me like that before” i said matching his volume

“not even you” I managed to whisper

“i know little dove, if you want me to stop, i will and i will let you bathe alone.” he said. He didnt sound mad or annoyed, he sounded sincere.

“im just scared, that you will see eveyrthing, and wont like it.”i said, a slight saddness in my voice. Because i had not told him to stop, he started to slowly unclasp my bra as he said

“In my eyes there is noting more beautiful than you, you are my light, you are my love, you are my everything. I love you Y/N, and i love your body” he began to slowly pull the straps down my arms, i immideatly moved my arms to cover myself. He did not stop me.

He peppered kisses from my neck, to my chest, down my stomach until he got to my navel. He looked up at me throuh his eyelashes, as if asking permission. I nodded and then closed my eyes, i did not want to see his reaction when he saw me. All of me.

I felt his hands leave my body and i kept my eyes closed, expecting the worse, but not too long afer i felt his arms wrap around me again. I opened my eyed to the most piercing blue eyes looking at me.

“you are so perfect” He whispered

By this time he had taken off his briefs, we both stood there completely open and exposed to each other.

He moved his hands to gently hold my jaw, unconsciously my hands left my chest, now completely exposing myself to him, to hold onto his arms.

He leaned down and pressed the sweetest kiss to my lips, it was as if his lips were made for mine, the way we fit together was so natural. I felt safe, i felt protected, and mostly i felt something i never thought i would. Loved.

We bathed together, just admiring each others presence, me leaning back against his chest as he cupped the warm water and poured it over my shoulder. a sweet gesture that meant more to me then i think he thought.

There was nothing sexual about this, it was sweet and loving and more than anything i ever wanted.

*A few hours later*

We laid in bed together, me curled into his side listening to him talk about his upbringing, school, and his family a little more. It fet so nice to just lay here with him and hear his stories, i listened to every word that left his mouth. He stopped abruptly and looked down at me with a pouty look on his face

“can i ask you something?” he said with a whiny voice i giggled softly and nodded

“can we switch positions? Will you hold me?” i gigglle lighlty again and without saying anything i flipped over onto my back and he immediately curled into my side, laid his head on my chest and threw a leg over my waist.

It must have been a funny sight, a man almost double my size laying onme like a child. But i loved it, i gently played with his still damp hair and listened to him continued with his stories.

The conversation gradually shifted to the party we would be going to the following day

“stay by my side tomorrow night, i dont wanna lose you”

“ivar its just your family”

“exactly! i would not want you getting stuck in a druken conversation with one of my brothers” I giggled lightly and ruffled his hair

“It will be okay Ivar”

i saw his tone change almost immediately, he got tense all of s sudden as he sat up and leaned over to his bag

“i actually have another question for you, i told them all you were my fiancé, so if thats okay with you ill introduce you as that. I have this to make it more believable. I know that after we leave here we will probably never see each other again, but after the party you can keep the ring as well. ” and he handed me a small ring box.

i opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring i had ever seen, not to mention it was also huge

it was the ring i had always wanted.... and he knew it. I tried to shut those thoughts out of my head.

i just nodded slightly and handed him the box, he placed it on the bedside table and shut off the light.

When he laid back down he didn’t try to hold me, or cuddle into me again, he just laid next to me.

The entire mood changed immediately, back to grey.

I wanted to scream or cry, or bury myself away never to be seen again.

I had finally opened back up to him, just for him to remind me that this is temporary, that we were nothing, and that when we got back. i would never see him again.

i turned on my side facing the wall, i didnt want him to think that i was being petty or that i was mad at him. it was just, looking at him made everything harder.

i fell for him, hard. I was in love with the man who had stalked me. He was the first and only person to see all of me. But we were nothing, and were not going to be anything.

The thoughts kept pouring into my head, keeping me awake. I could not sleep knowing that the only person i have ever loved, stalked me and then madem e fall in love with him, not by force.

Pretending to be in a relationship with him tomorrow won’t be difficult, because it came natural to me. I loved him, and i wanted him. Despite everything, i wanted the man who had stalked me.

I heard his soft snoring, and i let out a small cry. I did not want him to worry, so i waited until he was asleep to let it out.

All i wanted was to turn arounf curl into him, but i couldn’t. it would make it hurt more.

i let myself cry until i was too exhausted to keep my eyes open, falling into a restless sleep.

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mollyollypuddingpolly · 4 years

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Home For Christmas

Anne and Gilbert

A/N : I began writing this way before Christmas, I don't know why a was in a Christmas-y mood this summer but anyways I thought it turned out good enough to post.

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He'd told her he'd only be home two days before Christmas. He told her it was the only ticket he could get because he had been so busy studying for finals that he forgot. She was disappointed, but didn't let that show in her letters. The last few times she has seen him where in two day intervals when she ventured up to Toronto on a free weekend, so she had hoped for much longer. Of course the break continued after Christmas, but his classes resumed early, so they couldn't even ring in the new year together.

Anne decided she'd make the most of her time before he arrived, spending it with Marilla and Mathew so when he did come she could spend more with him without feeling guilty of neglecting her family through the holidays. Of course, they'd share Christmas dinner together. A tradition since Bash joined Gilbert at the Blythe farm.

Anne and the other girls stepped on to the snow dusted platform and pulled their coats tighter across themselves as the warmth from the train gave way to the chilly December air.

Anne smiled, remembering her first time standing on the platform. She glance at the small bench where she once sat, eagerly awaiting what would become her home. As the train cleared the station, She spotted the cherry tree now not white with bloom but with snow. Still beautiful and breathtaking. Pure white amongst many evergreens. Still a bride, she thought and a warmth filled her cheeks when her brain reminded her, you'll be a bride someday after all Anne. And what an adventure that will be. She shook her head to clear away the thought, still plenty of time before that of course.

"Anne!" Diana's voice pulled her from her thoughts, she turned toward the sound and noticed Diana had already approached her parents who had offered to bring Anne home too. She quickly made up the distance, allowed Diana's father to take her bag and climbed into the carriage.

"What ever had you so preoccupied?" Diana asked with an raised brow. Anne smiled sheepishly.

"I was just remembering the first time I got off at this platform. When Mathew picked me up and didn't have the heart to tell me they'd sent for a boy," Diana smiled and took Anne's gloved hand.

"And I am forever grateful to him for doing so," She said. Anne hummed with a smile, "Just think, if you'd been sent back not only would you and I never have met, but I'd be in Paris being 'finished'," she said saying the last word with such distaste she she received a sour look from her mother next to her. Anne only smiled, she could only imagine where she'd be if the Cuthberts hadn't kept her, and her imagination could come up with some horrifying possible alternatives.

To keep her mind off that she looked at the passing scenery. Snow had fallen the night before, just enough to give the fields a soft cover but not cause difficulty along the roads. She inhaled the cold air and exhaled watching her foggy breath disappear into the winds. She gazed at the lake of shinning waters, it's beauty enhanced by it's now glistening frozen surface. And she held her breath when the crossed the bridge, as she always did because her imagination didn't often like to let her think crossing one wouldn't end in tradgedy.

The carriage slowed as it approached the gate of Green Gables. Anne's heart jumped at the sight of her home. She hadn't been to visit recently due to spending her free time preparing for finals, but now she was home. And there was nothing that could make her happier.

Or almost nothing.

Anne walked towards the front door, which flew open before she reached it. Mathew stood, arms outstretched, which she willingly jumped into. Dropping her bag onto the wooden deck. He squeezed her tight and she breathed in the warm smell of a wood fire on him. Then he picked up her bag and led her inside.

"Marilla!" Anne said, walking into the kitchen. Marilla stood inspecting a tea cup. Which she quickly set down at the sound of her name. She turned to her Anne and beamed before pulling her in as well.

"Oh how we've missed you!" She said, then more sternly, " I trust that you did well in your exams."

Marilla leaned back, her hands still resting on Anne's shoulders.

"I believe I did, we get our results when we return," She said. Marilla nodded asking about Diana and the other girls before Mathew spoke up once more.

"Well we best get you set up in your room, I can carry up your bag," he offered, halfway to the steps.

"Nonsense," Marilla said quickly with a sharp look at Mathew, "Anne can carry her bag up herself," Mathew nodded suddenly.

"Right, here you are then," He said passing her the bag. Anne looked at the two quizzically.

"Okay… just let me take my jacket and scarf off first," she said, setting the bag down again. The two nodded, smiles plastered on there face. Anne looked at them with narrow eyes before turning back out into the hall.

She took the steps slowly, taking in the comfort of being back home. She remebered again her first day at Green Gables, she was too upset then to enjoy her walk down the simple hallway, but now this was a place filled with memories. Like the time she and Diana had raced up the steps giggling about bosoms before getting in terrible trouble that almost forced them to stop being friends. When Ruby Gilis had to stay with the Cuthberts after her house burnt down. And Anne finally made a second friend. When she realized she did love Gilbert and raced down the steps and to his house, but then thought she was too late. Caught up in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice that her bedroom door was slightly open.

Almost.

She shrugged, Marilla probably left it open after dusting. She pushed open the door, excited to see her simple, cozy room after the long train ride. But when the door pushed back her heart leapt with joy, and it wasn't over her small, comfortable bed.

"GILBERT BLYTHE, YOU DEVIL!" She hollared, tossing her bag and running into his arms with a grin. He grinned back and laughed as he squeezed her tightly.

Anne wouldn't know it, but down stairs Mathew and Marilla were giving each other a knowing smile.

She leaned back before diving back in, this time their lips met, his arms twist up her back, her finding solace in his hair. A chill went up her back every time they kissed and her face turned warm. She couldn't help but smile into the kiss as did he, she pulled back unable to contain her laughter, instead resting her forehead on his.

"What are you doing here? You said you couldn't get in untill the 23rd!" She said, her arms at rest on his shoulders. He adjusted his around her waist with a cheeky smile.

"I actually got back yesterday, but I wanted to suprise you. So when you told me that you wouldn't be home untill today…" he left it off letting her fill in the rest. She pulled back, lips pierced, intending to give him a sour look, which gave way to a smile.

"You sneak! And Marilla and Mathew where in on it?" She leaned back, still in disbelief, how did you convince Marilla to let you up here she thought but didn't ask. He smiled.

"They were, and so was Diana. I had to make sure you wouldn't get some funny idea of coming up to Toronto to suprise me," he said, she sucked in a breath at the thought, she wouldn't put it past fate to cause that kind of chaos.

Anne lead Gilbert downstairs, where tea and family was waiting for them.

"Bash!" Anne shouted, dropping Gilbert's hand to give the man a hug, he accepted squeezing her back tightly.

"Anne! Ah it's so good to see you! Gilbert's been here only one day and he's already talked my ear off over how much he missed you," he said as he let her go, she turned to Gilbert, smug, who suddenly seemed interested in a spot on the ground.

Anne greeted Delphine she's so big! Then everyone sat down for tea and scones.

Anne laughed when Delphine bit into a scone, smearing jam all over her face. She leaned forward and helped the small girl by whiping the corners of her mouth. Marilla was having what started out as a friendly conversation about Gilbert's studies turned into a long, explaination of all he'd learned so far, Anne commented when she could, and made a mental note to check out some medical books from Queen's when she returned so she could keep up.

It warmed her heart to see him so passionate about becoming a doctor. She remembered briefly a time when he almost gave that up, thinking the task too much for him bare. She didn't know if it was her words that day or his own self reflection that brought back his desire to purse medicine, perhaps some combination of both.

After tea, the two went for a walk through the forest. The path that she took to school untouched since the snowfall, their foot steps were the first.

"Diana isn't sure yet if she'll be aloud to continue to Redmond, but I really am excited about the idea," Anne explained, she knew he'd heard it all in her letters but something about him being here made it feel more real. " Of course, I can only go if I get the Avery Award, but everyone says I have a shot at it. Oh! And Cole has applied to an art school in Nova Scotia too! So at least I'll have one friend,"

Gilbert smiled, rubbing his thumb in circles on her hand as he held it.

"There's not a doubt in my mind that you won't win it, Anne," He said turning to look at her, she peered into his eyes. Eyes she could get lost in and had many times before, even before realizing what that meant.

"I hope so," She said, still unsure. But she wouldn't know until end of spring, so no point in worrying.

Gilbert seemed to think the same thing, taking hand he turned her around, spinning her slightly so they stood face to face, she laughed as he did it.

" I was just thinking about when we first danced together, and how we haven't had the chance to do that again,"

"Well," she said with a smile, "There isn't any music, but I do believe my imagination is more than strong enough to make up for that," she said holding out her hand and he took it, guiding her in a waltz as he hummed along to a tune he'd heard once before.

They stepped back and forth, through the clearing in the woods, as snow began to gently fall down on them. Anne looked up at Gilbert with such happiness and piece in her mind that nothing could have ruined this moment.

Nothing.

Stepping into the middle Gilbert spun Anne once more, but it was hard to tell with all the snow how safe the ground was, and catching a bit of ice, Anne slipped, falling down and taking Gilbert with her.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" He turned to her urgently worried she'd hurt herself. But she was staring up at the sky with a smile, and when she turned to him she began to laugh, which he returned as well. They laid there, laughing for far longer than anyone in there right mind would lay in the snow. Then Gilbert laced his hand in hers and began to help her up.

"Merry Christmas, Anne," he said once they both were on two feet again.

"Merry Christmas," she replied, giving him a kiss.

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atiny-orbit1219 · 4 years

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Requested by Anon

Prompt -

23. “Can we make out now please?”

Idol -

Soyeon from G-(idle) x fem reader

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You couldn’t keep your eyes off her. Her short black hair, her piercing eyes, her lips.. god her lips. “Y/N I think you’re drooling.” You were snapped out of your daze by a member from your group, she gave you a knowing smile and took a seat on the small loveseat next to you. “Soyeon Sunbae is really pretty hm?” She asked, her hand giving a comforting pat to your thigh. “Pretty? She’s more than pretty. She’s a.. a goddess.” You mumbled, your attention back to the captivating performance. Your group member just giggled at your obvious crush and turned to watch the old queendom performance as well.

You were the main dancer of your girl group, the five of you debuted around the same time as G-Idle but that wasn’t the first time you saw Soyeon. You remember watching produce 101 during your trainee days, wishing you were given the chance to be on the show. Halfway through the first episode your eyes widened at the impressive performance of the cube trainees. Soon Soyeon became your favorite on the show and you couldn’t help but yell at the screen every time she called herself ugly. Then came Unpretty rapstar and by then your were infatuated... she is the prettiest girl to ever exist in your eyes and every time you saw her your heart started beating rapidly and you felt it become harder to breathe. Since debut you two have interacted a few times. Even if it was just passing glances during award shows or sitting close to each other during MAMAs you took whatever you could get. You knew feeling this way about a girl could get you in a lot of trouble.. but before Soyeon there was Tiffany Young and the girl you sat across from during study hall. As the years passed by you realized you were just.. different. No one had to know.

Of course the universe just had to kick you while you’re down. Your group and G-idle had a comeback within a week of each other and now you two were competing.. which meant seeing Soyeon quite a bit. You struggled even being in the same room as her. Your hands would get clammy, you would stutter, and even forget to breathe if you two were close enough. Thankfully though, you’ve been able to avoid her like the plague.

You were attending your second award show this week. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick.” Your stylist nodded and stepped back, allowing you to escape. You entered the long hallways of the entertainment company, your stage outfit shimmering from the overhead lights as you actually make your way to the vending machine.. what? Eating calms your nerves. The faint sound of the group preforming filled your ears and you hummed along to the familiar tune, Just as you were about to turn the corner you heard the familiar voices of Soojin and Minnie. Soyeon might be with them! Without thinking you quickly enter the nearest room, closing the door behind you before letting out a sigh of relief. “Oh! Y/N!” Your eyes widened as you turned to face the holder of your heart herself... “Soyeon!” Your face immediately turned red as you go to leave. “Wait!” You halt your actions at the word. “While you’re here.. could you help me zip this? My stylist and manager are out looking for the other girls, they went to get snacks and haven’t come back yet.” You gulp nervously, avoiding her eyes knowing your knees would buckle the minute you looked into them. “Oh... Um.. yeah I can do that.” You mumble, shuffling over to the shorter girl. “You look gorgeous by the way! And your new song is amazing! I swear my jaw dropped when I saw your dance break.” You blush at Soyeon’s endless compliments as you reach forward. Your fingers brushed against her back as you slowly zipped up the red dress. “I couldn’t stop saying ‘oh my god’ during oh my god. Seriously that music video is absolutely stunning.” What you wanted to say was she was absolutely stunning but the words were caught in your throat. Soyeon giggles and turns to face you. “You know.. I wish we interacted more.. sometimes it feels like you’re avoiding me.” She jokes and you felt your stomach do nervous flips. “W-Why would you think that?” You asked, scratching the back of your neck nervously. “I don’t know.. it’s just I’m always trying to find you in the crowd but you’re never there, or backstage, I ask your members where you are and they say you’re in the bathroom... I don’t know maybe I’m just over thinking things.” Finally you meet the dark haired girl’s eyes. “You look for me?” You wondered in shock. Now it was Soyeon’s time to blush. “I mean.. yeah.. maybe it’s because you’re always disappearing but you intrigue me Y/n. I want to know more about you.. more than the fact that you look hot as hell when you’re dancing.” There’s the confident Soyeon you know and love. “I’m hot as hell? Have you seen yourself rap? God it drives me crazy sometimes.” You finally confide and you don’t miss the smirk that made its way to her lips. “I drive you crazy?” You look away, your blush growing. “You said you wanted to know more about me.” You whispered, clearing your throat. “I do.. I want to know everything about you..” Soyeon reaches forward, moving your chin with her finger so your eyes met once more. “I want to know everything later though.. can we make out now please?” You were taken aback by her boldness but without even thinking you nodded. “God yes.” You practically whines and with that she moved her hands to the side of your face and pulled you down so your lips met hers. First thing you could think once you remebered how to think was how soft she was. Her hands, her lips, her nose brushing against yours, everything was soft. You kissed back eagerly, your hands gripping her waist like it was your life line. You didn’t know kissing could feel like this... so electric.. and as cheesy as it sounds, so magical. Soyeon took your bottom lip between her teeth, biting it softly before she pulled away. Your lipstick smudged her mouth as she look up at you, both of you breathing heavily.

“Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?” Soyeon asked, her hand now buried in your hair, your bodies still pressed against one another. You just leaned down, kissing her again. You were already addicted to her... “Not nearly as long as I have.”

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arllenn · 4 years

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METANOIA chapter 2

There’s only cannon typical violence in this chapter and it’s only described briefly so I think this should be ok for y’all. > AO3

Opening my eyes I was greeted by snow once again. Only this time there was much more than when I had last been awake. Hills of the fluffy white powder framed the landscape creating an eerily stunning image. I was facing downwards the snow taking up most of my vision with only a sliver of the sky making its way towards me and questioned just where I was. For a second I wondered why I was alone. Did the person from before go to get help? Did they get tired of watching me bleed out and leave, or was it all a hallucination?

It stopped snowing, the sun bleakly shining through the clouds, a ray of light burned into my eye sockets, having escaped through a small hole in the weather. I thought to raise my arm up for some type of relief before rembering that it most likely wasn’t possible. Both of my arms having been so damaged in the car accident. It was a wonder, I could no longer feel any pain only overwhelming numbness and the texture of the snow underneath my body. Again odd, how was I able to feel the snow so vividly through my clothes. I attempted to look down towards where my body should be but my eyes stuck firmly in place the effort only bringing rise to an uncomfortable grating feeling. I attempted to call out for help, my jaws feeling uncomfortable like I was grinding the top and lower together just to forcibly pull them apart seconds later, but the only noises that came out of my mouth were breathy huffs who lost their sound in the wind. Closing my mouth a resounding ‘clink’ came from it. It sounded a bit like glass and I assumed that it was just my teeth hitting one another, that wasn’t right it’s never sounded like that, however it also reminded me of the noises that the gems made when running in Houseki no Kuni. I loved that show back when I was younger, and still watched it for the nostalgia. It’s unfortunate that as it’s looking it be now I’ll never get to finish the manga or see season 2.

inwardly I sighed. Here I was who knows where with serious injuries that I could no longer feel with no idea how long it will be until my body gives out and I’m reminiscing about anime that I like. I’m ridiculous. I had to move, get out of here, do something! Clumsily I raised my arm towards where the window frame of the car should be. The feeling of my skin, or was it bone, grinding against itself was uncomfortable and a slight bit painful. I definitely should be worried that something as serious as my bones touching and grinding together is only a slightly painful but now wasn’t the time. I fumbled for where the window frame would be, it shouldn’t be this high up, it’s never been this high up, my arm felt like it was going to drop, until it felt lighter all of a sudden and something hard dropped down hitting my back before crushing something else.

I panicked. My arm just broke into two, it just broke, broken into halves like nothing! It didn’t even feel painful! I have to be dreaming, or having something like a full body hallucination right before death, because there’s no way in hell my arm just broke in half and I’m fine, hell I couldn’t even feel the blood gushing out that should’ve accompanied it! I tried to use my other hand to push me up so that I could find some way to help myself, rising on a single shaking arm that felt like it too could snap in any moment I noticed something. My arm, no not just my arm, the long hair that fell off my head too, was all a milky white with splotches of iridescent blue gemstone. I breathed out not believing what I was seeing when my other arm gave out leaving me lying completely on my side, face to face with a huge flat rock, or was it a mountain and the rest of what I presumed to be my body which also held the same bewitching shine as my arm and hair.

I don’t believe it, no I can’t believe it. My body had somehow turned into some type of wacky gemstone statue and there was no sign of the car that had killed me, nor the road that I had been flung off of. However just like before the teal shards were there. Only this time they took the remote shape of a person. Maybe it had been a statue? If so then was I still on the scene of the car crash, or did they get moved to where ever I had been moved as well? There were too many questions and not enough answers. So I decided to think my way through the situation I currently found myself in.

I had presumably died, or been severely injured. And transfered to somewhere unknown along with the statue from before. My body was made out of some type of stone, a gemstone most likely, and I am unable to speak or look around without risking snapping the remainder of my limbs off. Is this some kind of prank? Ridiculous I know but my only other theory was that this was my brains last parade before it shut down and I died. Or maybe I was in a coma, do people dream in their comas? It’s good to sort everything out even though I don’t have enough information to fully understand or even attempt to grasp the situation.

Pursing my lips, or just making the attempt to, I wasn’t sure of anything other than the feeling of my rough jaws pushing against each other, I looked at the statue infront of me. I studied the shape of what could possibly be a face, small and round with large eye sockets that were empty (did they get knocked out before I was here?) a nose that fit its face perfectly, small and button shaped. With hair that flew down in jagged layers looking a bit like leaves on trees at just the start of fall. It’s a bit funny I had just been thinking of Houseki no Kuni and now here I was staring at what could very well be a life sized Phosphophyllite, if only a bit younger than what they were shown to be in the begging of the story. Huh? A life sized Phos, a humongous rock that has bits of gemstones peaking out of its craggy surface, and a barren landscape with no signs of humanity. Not to mention the fact that I’ve literally become a gemstone as well! There’s no way it could be right?

‘Wait...’

’Don’t tell me...’

‘there’s no way in hell..’

Hah yeah right, the day I’m isekai’d is the day pigs fly and the moon explodes. Actually didn’t NASA find a crack in the moon? Off topic but the point still stands I’m jumping to conclusions way too far out of my league. There’s no way isekai is real, I’ll probably wake up in a hos-

THWACK

As if just taking off one of my legs wasn’t enough the arrow that was accompanied by an all too familiar sound track came and cracked through my denial, a second punishment for daring to doubt the universe I suppose.

Bad, bad, bad, this was bad, no more like horrible! I can’t move, my limbs being too splintery and uncontrollable to even attempt to run away, I lost half of an arm and my leg up to mid thigh, theres no way I’m moving myself. So unless by some miracle Phos lookalike, the real Phos, not just some lookalike, suddenly tripled in hardness and was able to move I’m done for. Isn’t this cheap? Dying before my life even begins! I’m not even a main character! There’s no plot armor to save me! Maybe Phos but not me! Is that why I don’t remeber a anyone that looks like this? Because they were so irrelevant that they were never mentioned or eluded to?

Desperatly trying to escape with only an arm on the brink of collapse and a leg that doesn’t want to even pretend to cooperate really makes your blood pressure skyrocket. Can I even say that anymore, it’s not like I have blood! My panic was accompanied by the sound of bows being drawn and the sound of arrows piercing through the air.

In a split second my torso was separated in two and my other arm shattered into bits along with the majority of my shoulder. Looking over to Phosphophyllite who had been shattered completely everywhere except for their head and legs carved a sense of desperation into me. There was nowhere for me to go and even if there was there was no way for me to get there. Resigning myself to a second death I stopped struggling and just laid there. Truly a blessing I was turned away from the lunarians so that I didn’t have to see the arrows and spears being flung at me. The strings were pulled back and...

Nothing but a spray of snow came. It threw me over forcing me to look at the lunarians and whatever had caused the snow to be so greatly disturbed. Slightly off to the left in my vision but at the center of my mind stood ANTARCTICITE? If the lunarians hadn’t convinced me of my situation then this certainly did. The arrows and spears all stuck into the snow having been slammed off course. They glanced back at Phos and I before readying themselves to go on offense. They took a running start and soared through the sky straight towards the lunarians. The anime could never compare to seeing it right infront of your eyes. The way they used their legs to make complicated twists and turns avoiding every attack while delivering one of their own was breath taking. They had cleared out the front of the float. There were only a few archers left on the float (ship? I forget the cannonical name for it) that was quickly disappearing the final blow haveing been delivered to the center just a few seconds ago. Fighting in what was essentially mid air they breezed through dodging arrows and pointed their sword at their final enemy. They twisted out of the way of the arrow being shot and plunged their blade straight through the lunarians neck. Of course knowing my luck, because I clearly being crushed by a car and almost being taken to the moon could never be enough, the arrow that Antarcticite had just dodged came flying at me. I felt it pierce through my nose and shatter my face. The last thing I saw was antarcticite running towards us as my world faded back into that inky black.

The next time I woke up was to a body that didn’t feel like hell when I moved it and eyes that roamed to where I told them to. The animation in Houseki no Kuni, I was IN Houseki no Kuni I’m a gemstone that lives and exists here, did the actual architecture of the school no justice what so ever. I remember hearing rumors on the internet that Ichikawa studied architecture before writing the manga and the fruits of her labor really showed through in person. The high ceiling met the archways perfectly and truly reminded me of the drawings and pictures one would see if an elegant civilization from back at humanities beginning. The wooden cot I was laying on didn’t seem worn out in the slightest despite the age of the gems and how often they had to be repaired.

i was yanked out of my thoughts by the voice I had heard during so many watch throughs, raising my eyes from the swirls in the wood that my fingers were tracing I looked up at Sensei.

“Hecatolite also that is your name. A hardness of six. You were born on the twentieth day of winter along side Phosphophyllite.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, while I was no expert of any kind on gemstones I had never even once heard of the name Hecatolite. Was it named after the goddess Hecate? In that case I don’t think the pale white and glimmering blue fit the name at all. Considering that Hecate was a goddess of the night.

As if he could read my thoughts Sensei, Adamant, whatever, told me something that I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at.

“Hecatolite also had the common name of moon stone long ago.”

I a human soul who should have realisticly been reborn into this world as a lunarian was a gem named after the moon, the place where I belonged. Honestly this kind of ironic situation is something I’d expect from a novel, not real life. Sensei was still looking at me and I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts for now so I nodded as best I could with my awkwardly stiff yet also too loose neck. Apparently satisfied he turned to Phos and began working on them.

I’ve really never thought of the idea of being isekai’d before. Sure most stories about the premace were fun to read but there’s no way on earth I ever would’ve thought that I of all people could ever be isekai’d but here I am, sitting in the gemstones infirmary that I’ve seen in every way possible watching Sensei, or adamant which should I call him , carve Phosphophyllite’s face, having just been told that I’m Moonstone Hecatolite or whatever and have a hardness of 6. My life would in no way be hard like Phos’ or Cinnabar’s due to my hardness, the only thing I could ever even imagine that would cause trouble is my name, but then again I could just go by Hecatolite and keep the moonstone part to myself. It’s not like Antarcticite knows, or maybe they do and I’m just assuming, they were rather close to Sensei before they died, Sensei doesn’t seem like the type to blab information like that and I’m not sure that Phos is awake right now.

‘Really’ I thought as I brought my knees up to my chest slowly hugging them tightly so that the wouldn’t fall that any point. Today, could this even be counted as just a day had been too much all at once. I had essentially flung myself off of the road, died after being crushed with some random stranger holding my hand. Upon arrival into this messed up world I had encountered lunarians earlier today and been saved by Antarcticite after almost being taken to the moon. This is, unbelievable, ridiculous, I just can’t seem to comprehend what the hell is happening right now! Even in the lore of Houseki no Kuni it was outright stated that humans souls became the lunarians and that the gems were their bones, my very existence went against the firmly set laws of this world! It made no sense when I first realized and it makes no sense now, in all honesty I’m sure that it will never make sense. But, here I am sitting watching Sensei, Adament, whatever, whoever, carving Phos like it was nothing.

To be fair to him it was probably nothing considering the fact that Phos is the youngest in a long line of gems, but it’s still unbelievable. To me a person who had been living in modern society and didn’t believe that magic or reincarnation was a thing possible being here right now just wasn’t something I could wrap my mind around currently. I put my head down into my knees and thought of my family, my life up until the crash and everything that I had ever done. I tightened my hold on my knees in an attempt to focus on something else. Gems didn’t cry instead when they had extreme emotions they cracked. I didn’t want to break my newly formed body already. Despite my best efforts a crack still formed. Luckily I wasn’t a soft gemstone and it was something minor that could be chalked up to me falling. I moved my hand up over to my shoulder to cover the shallow but midsized crack. My regrets, my wants and the moments I was proud of all came to the forefront of my mind.

I’m not sure what the measures of time are here but to me it felt like quite a few hours, however it was hard to accurately perceive time as I currently was and I had no intention of finding out how long it actually had been, seeing as to the fact that I wasn’t even sure that I could talk, or that the languages that I had knowledge of would translate or be understood. And even if they were only Sensei would be able to understand and that would likely bring up questions as to why I knew a dead language. So I kept quiet as I was led by Sensei alongside Phos to where I guessed our rooms were. It did make me wonder if gems were born understanding the language and unable to speak it or if this was a cheat granted to me by the universe as compensation for ending my life.

We were placed in rooms next to each other. The designs were simple and minimalistic. A single window a bed that was shoved into a crook in the wall that had a wooden frame, it really just looked like a stone box with a pile of sheets on it but I digress. Young Phosphophyllite was rather cute, it was a shame they’d go feral and lose their mind one day. I plopped down onto the bed only keeping on the button on shirt that came with the winter uniforms on. I know usually from what Sensei said that gems sleep with either everything off or with a uniform that they requested from red beryl but considering that it was winter and they were sleeping I would have to make do with this until they woke up. The idea of sleeping without anything on at all was just a bit too much for me as I currently am.

i looked out the window towards the moon that was high in the sky and allowed myself to play with the strands of my hair, funnily enough the weight was comfortable and from the way my hair fell it seemed like it was styled the same way as it was in my past life. Of course mirrors weren’t a thing currently, so it was just an assumption. Pulling the sheets up I resolved to not think for the rest of the night. Reliving my life for who knows how long was definitely draining.

A few minutes after I had laid down I heard shuffling around the doorway. Looking up I realized that Phos, who looked two steps from falling over was standing in the door way looking at me. I sat up and beckoned them over by waving my hand towards myself. For a second I got scared that they wouldn’t understand, after all they don’t know how to speak and i have no idea if this means something different to them, but cute innocent Phos stumbled over to my bed on legs that would make a newborn fawn jealous. It looked they they were going to fall midway so I sprung up tangled in my sheets to steady them. Luckily the sheets formed a barrier in between us that stopped me from cracking them but it was still nerve wracking. That matter aside I wasn’t sure why Phos was here or what I could do for them currently.

With their behavior matching their angelic face Phos didn’t leave me to silently wonder for too long before they pointed at the bed. Though vague I think I understand? Did they need help getting into their bed because of their hardness? I nodded and picked them up ready to take them to their room, however once I reached the door frame they reached out and pointed towards the bed again...

’I’m an idiot...’

Sighing I went back into my room and placed Phos down on my bed and put on the shorts that came along with the winter uniform. I didn’t want to risk grinding them into dust like I was Achema so I took precautions. I left the room to go and grab Phos’ sheets. I wrapped them up in mine as if they were a cat getting medication or a shot and used their sheets to put over the both of us. There was no way I was going to break Phos on my first day alive, or ever considering the story. A small smile played on their face and they fell asleep soon after.

Sighing I decided that sense it was like this I should just sleep for now. There was no point in staying up and thinking when the situation was like this. Though I am nervous about crushing Phos in my sleep I really don’t want to wake them up right now.

The sky was empty and without stars, a stark contrast to the night sky I was used to. The moon was the only source of light and all I could think about was the earth that I was used to before all of this.

That night I gained a few more cracks over my shoulders.

#houseki no kuni #houseki no kuni au #author is tired #author is too dumb to reread #so many spelling errors #its crazy really #metanoia au #antarcticite #phosphophyllite #adament #sensei

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inadaydream99 · 5 years

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Reunited

~ Part Four ~

A/N - part 4 has arrived! 😁 is the person behind the unknown number who you thought it would be? Hope you enjoy!

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[From Y/N] when and where?

You tensely sit on the park bench, shivering from the cold. It’s getting dark and people are thining out now. You had arranged to meet the mistery messager in the park at 6pm. Telling you to sit on the bench opposite the small cafe on the other side of the road.

Your eyes searched around, skimming the area and landing on said cafe. You couldn’t help but reflect on all the happy times you’d spent there with the guys. However, there is one time in particular that stands out amongst all the memories and it isn’t exactly the happiest one.

It was about a month before your friendship broke off. You were sat by the window with a guy you had been dating at the time. His name was Josh. A really sweet and down to earth guy. You had actually become very fond of him over the short time you had known him.

You remeber Josh had made a joke and you snorted with laughter which only made you both laugh more. As you threw your head back your eyes landed on someone standing by the counter watching you seriously. It was San and he didn’t look happy. In fact he looked a little hurt. You remember concern growing inside of you as you took in his solumn expression. His eyes sad, watery looking and the corners of his mouth turned down into a slight frown. You watched as he picked up his coffee and left the cafe, sending you one final glance before walking into the street. He changed after that. Your friendship with him being the first to crumble.

You feel your heart sink a little at thinking back to that day. It was strange, unbelievable almost, that you had ever been close to him. In fact, he was your closest friend, after Mingi of course. But now it’s like you’re strangers.

“It’s good to see you.” Your head snaps round in the opposite direction of where you were just staring. The voice giving you such a shock you almost jumped out of your skin.

“Don’t scare me like that.” You breathlessly reply, hand on your heart as you hear his chuckle.

“Seriously though, I’m glad you turned up.” Your eyes slowly move up from looking at the worn wooden slats of the park bench until they connect with the dark orbs that had perviously been burning holes into you.

“Of course I would.” Your voice is gentle, so delicate it’s almost inaudible.

“You rember our deal, don’t you?” The tone is slightly condescending, a mocking twinge which is further emphasised by the smirk resting on his face. You only nod in responce.

“Make sure you stick to it. If you want to keep Mingi in your life I suggest you do... I’m sure you don’t want a repeat of what happened before.” The words pierce through you and circle your mind.

“Why do you hate me?” You timidly ask, regretting your question instantly.

“I don’t hate you. I just want what’s best for the group. No distractions.” You don’t have any time to reply before you are on your own once again, still processing the answer though it doesn’t really provide you with any comfort.

You watch as San’s figure disappears, the darkness closing in on you and the cold turning freezing as you tremble.

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You have spent the last few days trying to keep your distance from Mingi. Not to the point where he would notice, just using excuses about having too many assignments to see him. It’s not really lying cause it is true.

It’s been just over a month since you met with San, but his words still echo in your mind whenever you hang out with Mingi, or any of the guys really. You just don’t want to get too attached. If you don’t get too attached then it won’t hurt so much if you lose them again. Well, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

It’s a Saturday and you have been spending the day hanging out with Mingi. You tried to make excuses but he wasn’t accepting any of them and so you reluctantly agreed to visit him.

It’s not that you don’t want to see Mingi today, it’s just you knew San would be around... or Wooyoung. Whenever you are at the dorms you can feel the eyes of one of them on you, though you can never seem to find them when you look. It’s become like a sixth sense almost, your skin burning whenever you are being watched.

“Whatcha up to?” Wooyoung cheerily leans onto the counter next to you, bending round so his face intrudes your line of vision, watching the kettle boil.

“Making some hot chocolate for Mingi. Do you want one?” You offer causally. It’s something you always used to do for Mingi when you were younger, a comfort that he has missed the past year.

“I’m alright thanks.” Wooyoung scrunches his face in displeasure making you look at him in amusement.

“Still can’t have hot drinks can you?” You raise a brow half concerned, half teasingly. It goes back to an event that happened a few years ago.

“Please don’t.” Wooyoung states squeezing his eyes shut, trying everything in his power to not think of the time he drank the hot chocolate that San spat in.

“It wasn’t that bad.” You make light of the memory, Wooyoung opening his eyes and both of you giggling when they meet. You had missed this side of Wooyoung desperately. This is how you wanted it to be with him all the time.

Your moment is ruined when you hear someone clear their throat behind you, your laughing instantly stopping and both of your heads turning to see who was trying to get your attention.

“What are you guys talking about?” San questions, his head tilted to one side and a small grin on his lips.

“Just Wooyoung’s fear of hot drinks. You want one?” You reply, offering one to San as a friendly gesture. As much as he makes you feel nervous and slightly uncomfortable, you do want to try and rebuild some friendship with him. After all, you were close once before, so why not again.

“Actually, that would be great.” San smiles at you for the first time in an eternity. You really had missed his smile.

You nod back to him, the smile growing on your face as you turn away to make the drinks. With your back turned you don’t see San give Wooyoung a sign to leave, before San moves to take his place beside you and watches as you stir the chocolate in the mug.

“I’ve been thinking about that meeting in the park recently...” San begins as you pass the mug over to him and turn to face him. “It made me think back to how we used to be. And I miss that.” He continues before pausing to take a sip of the hot chocolate.

“Woah, this is amazing.” He looks up at you in awe before he smiles at you.

“What can I say, it’s a gift.” You giggle, playfully flicking your hair over your shoulder.

Silence falls between you after you finish giggling. You notice the way San stares at you, his face serious, yet there is another emotion behind it which forbids the unease it would normally give you. Is it longing?

“I should probably give this to Mingi... he’s been waiting a while.” You trail off, diverting your gaze to the doorway. San’s face falls upon you saying Mingi’s name, a meek nod replacing words before you pick up the mug and begin to leave the room.

“Enjoy the rest of your drink.” You glance once more at San before finally leavening the room completely. San’s line of vision drops to looking at the chocolate swirling around his mug in sadness. And all he can think about is the last time he felt this way because of you. In the cafe opposite the park...

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milkcartom · 4 years

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Unlikely

Part 1

Agent!Tom Holland x Agent!Reader

Summary: After taking a break from the agency for a year, Tom Holland returns to test if he is still the best agent there is. But he didn’t expect to go back to square one where he is required to be partnered with the newbie, Y/N Y/L/N.

Warnings: a little violence

Disclaimer: the name of the organization is Anonymous but it is NOT related to the existing one (I made this fanfic before knowing about anonymous and couldn’t think of another name for it) so yea HAHA hope u don’t mind

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“I didn’t need one the last time I was here!” Tom argues in an aggravated tone, clenching his fist in an attempt to stop himself from pouncing on the man before him to get what he wanted. Because if he did, he wouldn’t be able to breathe the same air as him, or even breathe at all.

Anthony, the head of the whole organization, keeps his calm demeanor and crosses his arms over his chest while leaning back against his chair, “You know the rules, Holland. Once you come back, you gotta have a partner. Lucky for you, your partner isn’t too much to handle.”

“How long until I can go solo again?” Tom sighs in defeat, raking a hand through his curls and not giving a single fuck if his partner wasn’t much to handle or not.

“Twelve months.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Tom scoffs and rolls his eyes, placing his hands on his hips, “Make it six.”

“Nine.” Anthony says, holding in a groan at how big Tom’s ego was.

“Seven.”

“Nine months and that’s final.” Anthony states, clasping his hands over the table separating them.

“Seven months. Take it or leave it.” Tom says in a daring tone, laying his hands flat on the table and leaning forward, taunting his boss.

“Lea—“

“Remember, Mr. Pierce,” the brunet cuts him off, “I was the best in the whole team. If you lose me again, I’m never coming back to do your dirty work.” His lips curl into a sly smirk, knowing fully well that he was absolutely right.

Anthony glares at the man in front of him, unable to think of something to counter his words with. Tom was the best, and wants to make sure that he still is. He was the most intelligent, cunning, skilled, and distractingly charming agent Anthony has ever met. Nobody could quite live up to his level. And judging by Anthony’s response, Tom confirmed that he still is indeed the greatest.

“Seven months. Deal.”

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“Your partner’s in Olivia’s, doing their very first mission.” Anthony says from the other side of Tom’s earpiece.

“The restaurant?” Tom asks, buttoning up the white polo with ease despite the sharp turns Jon would take to get there in time, “That’s why you made me dress up?” He asks, looking down at the snappy suit he was required to wear to match the ambiance of the location.

“Yes. Any complaints, Agent Holland?”

“None, Sir,” Tom assures him, “Just a little tight on the crotch, but I can pull it off. I’d look good in anything.”

Jon rolls his eyes from the driver’s seat, “We’re almost there.”

“All right,” Anthony begins after hearing Jon, “Remeber your alias, Agent.”

“Peter Scott,” he states, tossing the black tie to the side, thinking that it wouldn’t match the vibe he was going for, “and I have a reservation with Sam Jones in function room A.”

As if on cue, the vehicle comes to a stop. Both Tom and Jon step out of the car and make their way to the entrance of the restaurant, keeping their backs straight and chins up. As they entered, the large place was packed with customers undoubtedly richer than Anthony himself. Chandeliers adorned the ceiling while small candles lit the round tables.

Jon spoke with one of the waiters in almost the same suit as Tom, before they were ushered to function room A. Tom couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable at the judging states being sent his way, but he masked it with excitement for being back on the job.

Once they reached the room, the waiter left. But not without giving the pair of them suspicious looks. Tom brushed it off and anticipated to meet his partner. Sure, he dreaded the fact that he had to share his missions, but he was up for the challenge.

Jon slides the door open before stepping inside, revealing a round table in the middle with a man and woman on opposite sides. Tom followed, the aroma of expensive food and cheap perfume fanning his face. The two people avert their gaze to the men in suits, evidently surprised at the sudden entrance.

“Sam,” Jon says, clearing his throat, “It’s time to go.”

Tom eyed the male carefully, thinking about what he was going to do next or what his mission was about, automatically assuming that he was his partner. But his mind quickly changed once the man spoke with such confusion and fear.

“What the fuck is going on?”

You sigh from across the table, “I’m gonna ask you again, and this’ll be the last time I’ll be nice. Give me the case. Don’t waste my time.” You were supposed to end the mission half an hour ago. It was simple, get the case in exchange for money. But the man before you wanted a little more than just a meetup.

“Over my dead body.” The man spat, glaring at you and clutching the black briefcase close to his chest.

“Suit yourself.” You shrug, swiftly picking a porcelain plate, only to slam it hard against the side of his head.

The man fell limp, his face planting flat on the table as pieces of porcelain sprinkled on his sides. Smiling victoriously, you get up and dust off he invisible mess on your mauve velvet dress.

“How’d I do?” You ask Jon, him being one of your favorite trainers in the agency.

“Your client still has the case.” Jon says, gesturing at the unconscious body close to you.

“R-right,” you nod, making your way around to take the case from him, “Sorry.”

You were more excited than you’d like to admit, given that this was your first mission. After months of training, today was your day to prove that you were actually ready. You were too ecstatic that you forgot about the reason you were here, which was to get a case with deck of playing cards inside, where one contained a chip that had codes for something Anthony didn’t feel the need to say. You were skeptical, of course, but you were too scared to ask.

As you were prying the case out of the man’s grip, the same waiter from earlier barges in the room with a handgun. He had heard what had happened and did the only thing he thought was right.

“Nobody move! Hands in the air!” He shouts, his voice shaky, “Who-who are you guys?”

Jon raises his hands up, signaling Tom to do the same. But the brunet instinctively attaches his hand to his own gun, making the waiter aim his weapon at Tom.

“Let her handle this.” Jon tells him, and Tom sighs in defeat, mirroring his actions.

He keeps his gaze on you, the both of you making eye contact for a split second. You do a double take, mesmerized at how handsome he was before you wonder why he was there and why he looked awfully familiar. But you shake your head out of the trance to focus on the waiter, your grip on the bread knife tightening, waiting for the best time to strike.

“I said hands in the air, lady!” He practically screams, but you still didn’t budge. You waited for one of his hands to be free.

Right when he brings one hand to wipe the sweat off his face, you use all your arm strength to throw the knife and perfectly aim it at his hand, the silver utensil stabbing his palm. Jon was quick to slide the door shut to muffle the waiter’s shrieks. He drops the gun to the floor as you strut towards him to pick it up and gently tuck it inside your purse. You kneel down in front of him, setting the briefcase next to you, before you pull out a device that wipes people’s memories.

“So sorry about your hand,” you say in a fake caring tone, pointing the silver device on his face and clicking the button. A white light flashes for a solid second and you close your eyes at how bright it was, before placing it back inside your purse. The man looks dazed and he stares at you with a blank expression as you say, “You were stabbed by that man on the table. Take him to the cops when he wakes up. My two colleagues and I were never here.”

He repeats your words, his eyes still on yours, and you smirk. You’ve always wanted to do this part of the mission, mostly because it made you feel like a vampire. You stand up, taking the the case in your hands and walk over to the two men, your smile wider than you’d like it to be.

Tom looks at you like he was trying to figure you out, crossing his arms over his chest. He was stunned but did his best to hide it. You didn’t have to stab the waiter, but you did. You didn’t have to break a plate over his head, but you did.

“Shall we go?” You ask in a giddy tone, handing the briefcase to Jon.

Jon nods once, containing the proud smile wanting to form on his face. There were a few things he’d correct you on, like your form and how you handled the situation, but for now, he lets you celebrate.

The three agents soon leave the restaurant without anyone else being suspicious, confidence beaming out of one of you. Once all of you were safe inside the vehicle, you anticipated a simple praise from Jon, but he told you something you didn’t quite expect.

“This is Tom Holland, by the way,” he says, beginning to drive to the secluded compound, “Your partner.”

“My what?”

“He’s your—“

“Why?” You cut him off, “No offense,” you say to the boy next to you, “But why?”

“It’s part of the contract, Agent Y/L/N. If you’ve read it.” Jon says and Tom snickers.

You ignore him, “But it said that I’ll only have a partner after a year.”

“You’re required to have a partner for a year until you go solo.”

“But I already went solo! I can handle it!” You argue and Tom couldn’t help but compare himself to you.

“That’s because there were no available agents until now,” Jon then instructs, “Now, you two, get to know each other.”

You sigh in defeat and adjust your position to face Tom, crossing your leg over the other as you did so, “Y/N Y/L/N, twenty-one years old, graduated from- hey,” you stop midsentence, your mind finally recognizing him, “Oh my god, you’re the best agent everyone’s been talking about.”

“That’s me.” Tom nods and you turn your head to lean closer to Jon.

“Do you really not trust me enough that you partnered me with the best-freaking-agent?"

Jon chuckles breathily, "Like I said, he's the only one available."

"Well," Tom interjects, "the feeling's mutual. You don't want me, and I don't want you.”

#tom holland #tomholland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fandom #agent au #agent fanfiction

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nosferatyou · 5 years

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I was tagged by @lazingonsunday and @shes-outta-sight to do one of the long tag, get to know them, type of things. Which I absolutely love by the way. I don’t talk about myself much.

What was the last thing you read?

Well I was editing the latest chapter of my fic of that counts? If not some random josh one shot a couple hours ago lol.

Favorite Movie?

Man it’s ever revolving. It was Django Unchained for a long ass time, but now I think it’s Baby Driver.

Favorite Book?

Misery by Stephen King. I read it years ago and I have a lot of good memories tied to it. Me and my friend became closer through his works and this was the first one I read. It’ll stay close in my heart.

Dream Date?

It’s one I’ve been on before but just Vinyl Shopping. It’s simple and easy but music in a relationship is important to me. I gotta make sure they have good picks. But there is something so soft about it all.

Do you have a crush?

Sadly no. But I’m fully in Joshes lane rn if that means anything?

What are your hobbies?

Oof okay. I mostly draw like all hours of the day. But I very actively keep up with guitar and bass. I write as well. I make videos for my friends. I collect old and beat up vinyls. Lot of art stuff

Favorite time of day?

Night time. Like from hours 10-3. That’s my true alone time and it’s something I cherish and look forward to everyday.

If you could look like anything, what would you like to look like?

I don’t wish to change anything about my body. I think I’d be silly to. But man I wish I could actually afford clothes I’d like to wear. Real bellbottoms you know? I want that vintage shit.

Are you romantic?

In a secure relationship yes. I show too much emotion too fast in the beginning. But boy oh boy when I get romantic. I get very touchy feely. Man date ideas. Lot of carefully curated playlists.

Favorite type of weather?

That time in like August/September when I can wear jeans and maybe a light jacket. But it’s still warm, you know?

What do you like talking about?

Music. I talk about it all day long. The foundation behind it. The artist. I could discuss guitars and instruments with people all damn day. I just. I love everything about it. But also GVF is my hyperfixation rn and my friend is ready to shoot my head off if I speak another word about Jakes guitar playing.

What are your turn ons?

Ngl I’m akin to a boy with long hair. It’s my vice. I’ve only dated long haired musicians. But I just want someone who radiates some kind of light you know? I’ve seen too much darkness. I want someone genuine and real. Is it too much to ask for a positive person?

What are your turn offs?

I’ve dealt with a lot in my past. Basically anything that’s negative. Ignorance mostly. I don’t want someone who refuses to learn. It’s stupid. I just want honesty and someone with an open mind. Anything else is a no go.

If you got a tattoo what would it be and where would you get it?

Okay so. I really want tattoos. I designed something about a year ago I want really badly but it’s so expensive. Thinking rationally. Right now I’d really like some line art of bust. Idk what tho.

Do you have any pets?

3! 2 dogs, Ruby and Nellie, both too six year old mutts. Nellie is the weirdest god damn dog I’ve ever had. And ruby is basically a fox dog. And then there is Friday my cat. He can be a bitch boy but he’s a sweet boy who’s just being a cat. (I also have ten plants but most people don’t consider them pets)

Dream Job?

I’m still searching for that. Recently my heads been floating towards playing live shows as a guitar or bass player. But I’m no where near the point of even considering. I’m pretty shitty. But how Cool would it be to play that violin bow with my guitar on stage?

Dream place to live?

Not considering any potential jobs. I just want to live in a big log cabin somewhere on the outskirts of a town. Out in the wilderness and free to just live.

Dream vacation?

I’ve never been to Europe. I’d love to just road trip around in a van honestly. But before that visit my great grandfather grave in Scotland. He was a kings hand and did a lot back in the day. I’d be cool to see. But then I’d fuck around in Europe.

Do you have any piercings?

I’ve got my nose and ears pierced. I’m pretty happy with that

If you had kids what would you name them?

Man I don’t even want to think about that.

What are your best traits?

I’m a great listener. I’m extremely compassionate. Will do anything to help friends. And I feel like my music taste isn’t half bad.

Worst traits?

The compassionate thing tends to bite me in the ass. I’ve got a lot of emotions. I also have 20 things I want to do all at once all the time. I loose sleep because of it. There is more but I’d go on too long.

Worst fear?

Weirdly enough any type of natural disaster. When I was way too young I watched “The Impossible” and then shortly after learned about techtonic plates and I never forgotten about it or where they are.

What do you want to eat right now?

Brownies. And a fucking burrito.

Best vacation you’ve been on?

I went on a road trip to Chicago recently and I just makes so many good memories. I saw ninja sex party’s 10th anniversary, which was fantastic. But I got to visit a friend all weekend. But my favorite part was the ride back. The whole time we just talked but also sang to old 50s songs and just had this moment of unity. I still think about it

Favorite City?

I haven’t been to too many places yet so I’m gonna go with my hometown, Nashville. If you look past all the tourists. It’s got a very rich musical history and in certain places you just feel it. I loved living there and it made me who I was.

Favorite social media platform?

Tumblr. It’s really the only one I ever check anymore. Plus I’ve made some great friends on here.

Favorite article of clothing?

My fucking bellbottoms. I wear them whenever I can. They give me so much confidence.

Do you play any sports?

Fuck no. I have no coordination whatsoever.

Favorite meal of the day?

Lunch. You have a lot more options. Plus I just like the vibe

What are you excited for?

Starting the tenth I have a lot of good things coming my way. In that week I get to finally end this semester, the new Harry styles album releases, I get a new bass, and I get to see fucking Greta Van Fleet. None of you know how excited I am for that. Pit tickets. Jesus it’ll be good.

Not excited for?

Finals. And an um.. upcoming funeral.

When was the last time you cried?

I honestly can’t remeber and that really scares me.

Dream house?

I basically answered this earlier but gimme that big ass log cabin.

Something you hate about this world?

Don’t get my started. I hate that everyone hates themselves all the time when they have no reason to. I hate that 8 people have most of the worlds money and are doing nothing to help global warming. I hate the man that’s in power and what he’s helped cause. I hate everyone who refuses to accept literally any fact. I hate that my future is bleak because of some old ass white men.

Something you love about this world?

I love the light that radiates off of certain people. I love that our generation has hope and that some people are actually trying to make change. I love the raw creativity I see in others and I love that we are bringing back the resurgence of peace and love.

What scents do you like?

Old records and books. Its the simple pleasures.

What kind of sleeper are you?

Typically heavy but sometimes I Sleep so little it feels like I got nothing at all.

Cat or dog person?

Don’t make me pick! I grew up with both, and very partial to both.

How long would you survive in a zombie Apocolypse?

I wish I could tell you. I’d like to think I’d live awhile but I would probably be the ones who look like they have hope and then accidentally get taken out.

Are you trusting?

I used to be. I realized recently how thick my walls really are.

What fictional character do you identify with?

Sorry to be boring but nothing is coming to mind. But then again I never felt akin to anyone really?

What labels do you commonly get?

In high school I was called “the quiet one” if that tells you anything.

What song would be your life anthem?

Sunshine on my shoulders by John Denver is the only one coming to mind. I think I just want the feeling it gives me to be what I feel all the time.

What issues are you dealing with right now?

Two friends in the last month Um. Took their own lives. One being an old friend. I’ve never dealt with death. My brain doesn’t know how to handle it. I also think I might have ADD. But. That’s the tip of the iceberg rn

How can someone win you over?

Typically I’m drawn to people who are the loudest in the room. I like that their confident and can speak their minds but what wins me over about them is when they really open up. When I learn about the real then rather than the face that they put on. Most of the time it goes that way.

What’s something people don’t know about you?

I’m making a short film with some friends who go to Columbia. Should be out soonish.

I tag

@pvre-mourning @peacelovekiszka @fretavangleet @aint-no-denying @sosozoso

#tag games #bet you didnt want to know all that djd ya?

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user-mania · 5 years

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Lawlight Fanfics

//Also these awesome fanfics are just my opinion, sorry if some of it wasn’t your cup of tea//

•Jealousy by: Spotofpaint 》 L and Light have settled into their new lives in the sleepy little upstate NY town. Now all that's left to do is live happilly ever after. That is...unless a woman tries to come between them. (Ch. 34/34)

[It’s really an awesome fanfic, L’s a very little bit OOC though. But never the less, still amazing. ’Cause it’s not all about Jealousy, and the story was more than that. It’s really great.]

• Transient Dreams by: AnotherLostSoul 》 L knows Light is using his love for him to manipulate him. L knows Light does not love him and will write his name down. L knows it will break his heart but he will do what he must to see Kira executed. L wishes he didn't know any of these things. He wishes his Transient dreams could come true. (Ch. 6/6)

[If you want to cry your tears out, if you want your heart clencing and somewhat knives piercing, and If you want someone to look at you—like you’re crazy, this fanfic is for you. All I can say is //kinda spoiler// <The Author is generous at the ending.>PS. I actually forgot I was only reading 6 Chapters XD That’s how long and good this fanfic is!]

•Love On A Tombstone (Sequel to The Last Name) by: A. David 》"I know this is hard for you. I know this isn't what we imagined, but-" "I'm not supposed to be here, Light." (Ch. 28/??)

[If you want an awesome fanfic, but the last update was August 2018, this is for you ;-; Also a Fun Fact, the Title of the Chapters are Song titles ♡ Also idk if my wig got snatched by the plot twist or I’m just dumb. Probably the latter. ]

•Putting It All Together by: Dotti55 》Now that Light and L are back in Japan and Light is on his way to becoming a member of the police force, all they need to do is put it all together in spite of all the outside pressures, will they succeed? Sequal to "Something to Think About". LightxL. (Ch. 45/45)

[Something to Think About (Ch. 5/5) are just L and Light’s Valentines Day—which contains both Fluff and Smut. Anyways, this is really awesome!! I remeber how many times my heart breaking here.]

•Into the Night by: Dottitt55 》After a three month separation, Light finds he has to go undercover to catch a killer, and once again be separated from L. L worries how far he will have to go to catch the killer. Sequel to "Putting it All Together". LightxL. (Ch. 30/30)

[Another Sequel where my Heart breaks 10× more than the last fanfic.]

•I Won’t Say by: angeltrap》Having found out L’s name, Light can finally have everything he wants: the world and, more importantly, L. Convincing L, however, turns out to be more difficult than killing him, especially with a house full of orphans to stir the soup. Christmas fluff balanced by a power struggle between the dynamic duo. (Ch. 16/16)

Warnings: Slash; consent issues; morally questionable actions and ideals; delightfully AU after the end of Yotsuba Arc. Oh, and fluff. Like, cotton candy all around. Grab your xylitol.

Written and originally published on FF net between Jan 2009 and Jan 2012; edited and re-published also on FF net in Jan 2017.

[I remember actually reading this for the first time, and I hate myself for getting bored on the start of the chapter, so I kinda didn’t read it. And month has passed and I tried looking for DN Lawlight fanfics again, I canme across this fanfic again and I was like “Mhh okay, Lets take another shot”—AND NOW THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FANFICTION.]

•I Want You To Believe In Me by: Kir Sirin 》 A kiss from L sends Light into thinking it's all just another game to get him to admit to being Kira. So he decides to play along. But what if L really finds himself falling? And what of Light? LightxL First fanfic. Complete. (Ch. 12/12)

[Idk why but this is on the top of my list, I really love and adore this fanfic. I guess it was somewhat special to me becauss this was the first DN fanfic that I read and somewhat made me cry (‘cus i’m a crybaby), the ending was okay, but still made me cry.]

•Friend or Foe by: Spotofpaint 》 Light and L struggle with their desire to defeat the other, but also at the same time long to be friends. Their conflicted emotions make for a complicated storyline and sometimes can inspire both humor and drama. Contains very mild romance. (Ch. 25/25)

[I freaking love this. Another one of Spotofpaint incredible fanfic. The perfect fanfic for those who wants Enemies to Friends.]

•Friend or Flame by: Spotofpaint 》 Light and L have escaped Japan and have started a new life in America. But their troubles are far from over. In this new land there are much more frightening things than mass murderers and death. After all, what could be more terrifying than feelings? (Ch. 27/27)

[Hmm. Enemies -> Friends. Friends -> ??. The sequel of Friend or Foe ;-)]

•Retribution of a Fallen God by: VampireGRose 》 Three years have past since Kira's downfall, and the Shinigami King wonders if his realm lacks entertainment. Light Yagami awakens in the Shinigami world and is given a choice: spend eternity in nothingness or become the king's champion and win back his name. But who must Light work beside to regain his freedom? (Ch. 21/21)

[I Definitely love this!! I'm so sad that the sequel isn't finish yet ;-;].

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85 Truths Tag!

I was tagged by @applejoon to do this, thank you again sunshine!!

Rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself and then tag 20 people!

LAST

1. drink - water

2. 📱call - my grandpa

3. text - my best friend

4. song you listened to - Blood Sweat and Tears

4. time you 😢- Yestserday? I don’t remeber for sure

HAVE YOU EVER

6. dated someone twice - I’ve never date once lol

7. 😘 someone & regretted it - never kissed anyone

8. been cheated on - no

9. lost someone special - yes

10. been depressed - No, thankfully

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - Almost

FAVORITE COLORS

12. light blue

13. yellow

14. mint green

15. pastel pink

in the last year have you

16. made new friends - Yes! The people I’ve made friends with online are better than the people I met during my first year at college, I love them lots

17. fallen out of love - No, I can’t say I’ve ever been in love

18. 😂 until you 😢- Yeah!

19. found out someone was talking about you - Not to my knowledge, no

20. met someone who changed you - Yes

21. found out who your friends were - Definitely

22. 😘 someone on your facebook friends list - I’ve never had a facebook and I never will

GENERAL

23. how many friends from your facebook friends list do you know irl - refer to the previous answer

24. do you have any pets - Yes, one very old and snuggly cat

25. do you want to change your middle name - No, I’m indifferent towards it

26. what did you do for your last birthday - Literally nothing lol, I was away at school and had no close friends, but my roomate gave me a muffin, made a happy birthday sign, and put up a few balloons like a week after my actual birthday. It sucked tbh

27. what time did you wake up today - Like 11:30 lol I slept in for once

28. what were you doing last night at midnight - Tumblr or ao3, I don’t remeber exactly

29. what is something you can’t wait for - To go on vacation next week

30. what are you listening to right now - My brother talking to his friends on the computer, and the rain outside

31. have you every talked to a person named tom - Yes several (what a weird question lmao)

32. something that gets on your nerves - Stan twitter was the first thing that came to mind ha

33. most visited website - Tumblr

34. hair color - Light brown/blonde

35. long hair or short hair - My hair is right in the middle, but I think I’m gonna get it cut before I go back ot school

36. do you have a crush on someone - No, I haven’t crushed on anyone for a very long time, I miss the feeling

37. what do you like about yourself - I don’t know? My freckles

38. want any piercings - I kind of want to get a second pair of peircings in my ears, but that’s it

39. blood type - Is it bad that I have no idea?

40. nicknames - Lain, Lainey, my mom used to call me Lainey Loo

41. relationship status - Single since birth and probably will be for the rest of my life tbh

42. zodiac - Libra!

43. pronouns - She/her

44. favorite 📺 show - I don’t watch TV at all really, but I did enjoy Stranger Things

45. tattoos - I don’t have any nor do I want them, but I definitely enjoy them on other people when they’re tasteful and well done

46. right handed or left - I’m a righty!

47. ever had surgery - Only dental, I had to get my wisdom teeth out a few years ago

48. piercings - Only one pair of ear piercings

49. sports - I used to play soccer and run track

50. vacation - I’ll be in Florida in like a week, but my favorite place I’ve travelled was Paris. I want to go back to see the rest of France

51. trainers - I’m American so... sneakers. Mine are currently black Nikes lol

MORE GENERAL

52. eating - I just went to Hoopla with my brother and got froyo

53. drinking - water

54. i’m about to watch - my tumblr feed? lol

55. waiting for - myself to finish this tag game

56. want - someone to teach me to properly gif

57. get married - hopefully

58. career - idk bro

WHICH IS BETTER

59. kisses or hugs - hugs

60. 👄 or eyes - eyes

61. shorter or taller - taller

62. older or younger - older or the same age

63. nice arms or stomach - ARMS

64. hookup or relationship - relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant - In the middle

HAVE YOU EVER

66. 😘 a stranger - No

67. drank hard liquor - Ye

68. lost glasses - I don’t wear glasses

69. turned someone down - Yeah

70. sex on a first date - If I’ve already known them for a long time and am cmfortable with them, then sure why not

71. broken someone’s ❤️- I hope not?

72. had your 💔- No not really

73. been arrested - No I am a law abiding citizen lol

74. 😢 when someone died - Yes

75. fallen for a friend - Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

76. yourself - Most of the time?

77. miracles - Maybe

78. 💛at first sight - Attraction, yes, love, no

79. 🎅- Not since fifth grade

80. 😘on a first date - Sure why not

81. angels - I’m not very religious at all so no, but BTS are angels and so are my mutuals

other

82. best friends name - Jessica

83. eye color - green or blue, it depends on what I’m wearing

84. favorite movie - I like all the marvel movies, but once again I don’t really watch a lot of movies

85. favorite actor/actress - Ryan Reynolds I guess

Twenty people is a lot to tag, so let’s go with 10 instead lol @taeskookiez @kookiesdimple @babybluetae @dove-sope @atomicjoon @piratequeenofbangtan @jbiasedgirl @hobis-last-hope @itstaetaethyme @tschieffer

#tagged

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If you don't mind me asking but if they were to do the deed. What's your take on it happening?

Like do you want me to go into detail?

Ok sooo, Marcus and Chloe are in his house it seems. He probably says some shit that sounds “romantic and sweet” to Chloe’s ears but we know it’s all BS. He stretches out his arms and takes a hold of her face, bringing it closer to his. Their lips touch and then Lucifer comes in all karate kid style, smashing the window glass frame with one powerful kick. Homeless magician to the rescue!! Lucifer threatens to tell Chloe the truth about Cain but not before Lucifer takes a demon blade he was able to snag from Maze before he left and pierce it through his skin (yes pun intended). Cain falls to the floor and Chloe freaks out thinking Lucifer murdered him. To her shock, Cain gets off the floor, pulling the blade out from his chest. Seemingly unaffected by it and points it at Lucifer, threatening to place the blade into his chest. Chloe starts to freak out, she could clearly tell Marcus wasn’t wearing a bulletproof vest, so how could he have survived that attack?

“Lucifer…” She quietly breathes, afraid of what could happen. She hadn’t brought her gun with her because all this time she trusted Pierce and never once thought he was lying about who he was. All this time he had been pushing her away from Lucifer, making it seem he was unstable and not good for her. In her eyes, Marcus seemed like “The One” compared to Lucifer. He always followed the rules, never put suspects into any physical danger, and seemed to actually care about. Now she didn’t know what to think.

“Marcus, what the hell?”

“Hell wouldn’t even begin to describe what I’ve had to live through Decker.”

....

Ok, I don’t know what that was but in all seriousness, I feel as if the promo is misleading a bit and its done on purpose. Like, having sex with Cain seems a bit out of character for Chloe. She doesn’t really know him at all She doesn’t know anything about him! She spent an entire season and a half turning down Lucifer’s question of sex because of that reason. She’s not the girl that is going to jump some guys bones when she doesn’t know who they are, that’s not Chloe. I feel that Marcus might try to push sex to get Chloe to fall more for him so his plan will work. However, Chloe might eventually snap out of her little spell he has put her in and realize things are perhaps moving a bit quickly.

Even though the press release says “takes an interesting turn” it doesn’t necessarily mean go the next step and let them have sex. Remeber, Trixie appears in this upcoming episode and I believe she might give a little insight to Chloe in a way to get Chloe to maybe take a second and really look at this whole relationship. Otherwise, why have Trixie meet Cain at all? I feel like their scene will be important and it will affect Marcno.

Now, yes I think we will get a few kiss scenes between Marcno, and then the whole Lucifer barging in and Chloe saying “he is a good man” thing. Now, bts photos also showed Maze at the house during the evening time when the Homeless Magician makes an appearance. Perhaps she plays a part in that final scene that makes Chloe rethink things for Anything Pierce Can Do I Can Do Better.

Who knows, we will just have to see but don’t necessarily jump to “interesting turn” = “sex”.

#anon #ask #answered #lucifer #deckerstar #marcno #down with marclo

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the-writer-ofthe-fandoms · 7 years

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Pleasant Child (Oswald Cobblepot)

Pairing: Oswald Cobblepot/Mooney!Reader Words: 800+ Warning(s): None~ A/N: Oh gosh I havent wrote Oswald in a lonngg time. I havent watched gotham since season 2 and I dont remember much of season 2 haha so I hope this isnt garbo. its set a lil bit before season one since I only remeber most of season one. I hope I did this how you wanted! Request: hi! I was wondering if you do this request : what if Oswald were to meet the reader in mooney's club, and she's really nice to him. then he figures out she's fish's daughter...I've always been curious on how he would react

You sigh and set down your cellphone, you had just gotten off the phone with your mother Fish Mooney. She called, saying one of her waitresses called in and she needed a quick fill in for tonight. Fish wasn't your biological mother, your real mother left you on the doorstep of Mooney's club. She took pity and decided to raise you as her own child, and you loved her as a mother regardless of blood.

You grab your purse and head out of your apartment towards her club with a pep in your step. Thankfully the club wasn't too far away.

Oswald sat in a booth, twiddling his fingers as he watched the nightclub scene. He wasn't really into this, but he had to stay in this booth for the night while Mooney handled business upstairs. His cold eyes darted around on the familiar faces working; spotting Matt, Aliyah, and Laurie serving drinks, but then he spotted an unfamiliar face holding two drinks.

He watched her for a half hour, scurrying around the bar and tables with great interest.

You notice a man sitting at a table alone with no drinks or anything. You wondered if he had just got here or had been sitting there the entire time. So, with a smile on your face, you approached the table.

"Hello, would you like anything to drink?" You smile, the man jumps and you take notice of his fidgety body language.

"O-Oh! No thank you, m-miss!" He stuttered with smiled, a really cute smile. You looked over his appearance briefly; notably pale skin, black tuffs of hair stuck out and his piercing, ice blue eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't want any snacks or..."

"I'm-I'm quite alright! I have to ask though, are you a new employee? I’ve never seen you work here before!”

“Oh no, just filling in! Anyways I need to get back to work but, only if you want, we can sit and chat more?"

"I would love to." He grinned and you smiled, giving a little wave before returning to the bar.

Luckily, you only had thirty minutes left of the shift you were covering. You untie the black apron and fold it nicely in the back room. You scurry out and look for that back table that the nervous man was sitting at, easily finding him due to how much he stood out compared to everyone else in your mother's club.

"Hey again!" You greeted, making him jump again.

"Hello!" He smiled as you slid into the booth. "Well I guess I should give you my name. Oswald Cobblepot at your service!" He extended his pale hand.

"The name is (Y/N)." You take his hand and began chatting with him

Oswald was an interesting man to say the least, you found out he works for your mother but he doesn't know who you were. You found him cute in away, very nervous but a gentleman. He seemed very interested to hear about you and that honestly warms your heart.

"I don't know if I told you, (Y/N), but-but you have gorgeous eyes." He smiled and tilted his head.

"Thanks Oswald." You smiled and blushed, giggling a bit. You glance at your phone and notice how late it was. "Crap, I'm sorry, I didn't realize how late it was. I have a cat I need to go feed and college to go to. I'm really sorry."

"No no! Don't apologize, I completely understand."

"It's been fun, Oswald!" You shimmy out of the booth and collect your items.

"Yes, it has! Wait, will I ever see you again?" He asked, leaning forward with wide eyes.

"I have a feeling we will." You grinned and leaned over the table, planting a kiss too his cheek. You give a little wave before scurrying out of the club, leaving him cupping his cheek.

Oswald sat speechless with a goofy, giggity grin on his face. Never had a girl kissed his cheek (other than his mother) before. He felt his chest swarm with warmth every time he thought of (Y/N)'s smile, her laugh or her lips on his cheek.

"Don't get her hopes up, Penguin." Oswalds mood diminished and a scowl appeared on his face as Butch joined him.

"Why Butch?" He asked with crossed arms. He expected him to say she wouldn't actually like him or she was just being nice.

"Because that woman you were talking to," he paused, " is (Y/N) Mooney, Fish's adoptive daughter." Oswald choked on air while Butch laughed, leaving him alone once again.

"Well this puts a damper on plans..." He mumbled to himself. His plans of overthrowing Fish that were slowly developing... might be at jeopardy with (Y/N) thrown in the mix. He shook his head when he heard is name being called from upstairs. He sighed and got up, but kept a hand clutched over his chest as he limped upstairs.

(Y/N) Mooney wouldn't have to go, she could be his queen of Gotham once her mother was out of the picture.

#Oswald Cobblepot #oswald cobblepot preference #oswald copplepot x reader #oswald cobble pot imagine #oswald #Gotham #gotham reader insert #gotham preferences #gotham x reader #gotham preference #gotham imagine #gotham imagines

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