#i randomly thought of this and then couldn't stop thinking abt it

[mulderscully]

7.21 | 8.02

[teddybeartoji]

PHOBIA OF SEAWEED IS AN ACTUAL THING?????????????????? you see i am not afraid of the open waters nor am i scared of the things that live there,, like i regularly spend time watching deep sea videos i think they're so cool but oh my fucking god the idea of KELP IS MAKING ME LIKE ACTUALLY TWITCH EEEEEEEEUUUUUUUGHHH okok actually looking at it is kind of fine but the thought of it touching my feet is genuinely making me wanna throw up😭😭😭😭😭

[nativegirltapes]

birthday girl — rafe cameron

pairing ; toxic!rafe x reader

summary ; rafe acting stupid on your birthday.

warnings / notes ; smut , rafe being mean , i envision season 2 rafe cuz he cray cray, reader regretting sex with rafe while having sex with rafe but not doing anything abt it ¿ not a happy ending 😊

your birthday was one of your favorite days to spend with rafe, it meant that he had to be nice to you, and he couldn't complain or randomly get bitchy with you, like most days.

after successful dinner reservations and ice cream from your favorite shop, things were going really well, rafe was being really sweet.

the minute you got home from dinner, rafe had been all over you. he was only supposed to drop you off, but he never just ��dropped you off’. him walking you up to your apartment and making sure you got in safe always turned into something more. and maybe rafe thought that you’d really wanted it tonight because it was your birthday, but maybe that’s where he was wrong.

"do you fuckin' like that?" rafe slammed into you from behind, your dress was scrunched up at your waist. the dress that you had spent way to much money on just to impress him but he hadn’t even complimented you once on it. he didn't even have the decency to fully undress you, not even on your birthday. "i dont hear ya baby."

"love it." you mumbled out, trying your best to ignore your vision going blurry from the tears falling down into your pillow. rafe's dick didn't even feel good, not like it usually did at least. you felt used and dumb, your boyfriend couldn't even be romantic towards you on your special day.

"so. fucking. tight." rafe paused in between each word, each thrust hitting deeper inside you. your face furrowed from the discomfort. there was nothing more you wanted to do than shove him off you and tell him to never come back, but you couldn't. you loved him too much to do that.

"m'gonna come." rafe slurred out. "are you?"

"yeah." you lied right through your teeth. you felt so fucking stupid. so fucking used. it felt like even if rafe seen the tear stains you were leaving on your pillow it wouldn't even make him stop.

a string of profanities left rafe's mouth as he came inside of you. you followed in his lead, pretending to be out of breath. you watched as he fell right beside you. you made sure to cover your tear stains with your head, not that he’d comfort you even if he did see them.

"my girl just needed some birthday dick, huh?"

"yeah." you fake giggled, looking at rafe with still nothing but love. he didn't even notice your red puffy eyes. was he that fucking stupid? or were you the stupid one for thinking that he'd ask what's wrong?

"love you." rafe kissed you on the head, making you feel okay for a second.

"do you still want to watch that movie?" you questioned, rafe promised you that he'd watch your favorite movie with you tonight.

"maybe another night, i'm really tired." rafe rolled over, covering himself up with your cheetah printed silk comforter.

"oh, okay." you lied there, still facing rafe, nothing but disappointment filling your body. part of you wanted to lay there with him and have him hold you even though he was the one who hurt your feelings. that was the weird part about your relationship with rafe, he could literally rip your heart out, but you’d still want him to hold you like he was god himself. no one made you feel the way rafe did, no one held you the way rafe did.

you made your way to your bathroom, rafe leaving your to clean yourself up after literally cumming inside of you. you hoped that maybe rafe would get out of bed and follow after you, but he didn’t. somethings never change, even on your birthday.

[irishmammonagenda]

hiiii ! ^_^ I love your writing sm

I was listening to music just relax, and randomly I thought of MC with "You're loosing me" AND I HAD TO SHARE IT WITH SOMEONE. Especially from minute 3:00 to the end 😭😭😭😭 imagine a fic inspired in that song with a traumatized mc after their death 🥲

hiya!! i'm so glad 🫶🫶🫶🫶 tbh i dont really listen to taylor so i had to look up this one, but oml it kinda does fit MC sm???!!!

honestly tysm for the ask, i don't normally write seriousish fics so this was a fun change grma <3

ALSO IM SO SORRY THE TITLES SO CRINGE I COULDNT THINK OF A GOOD ONE

Surface Tension- Obey Me x Reader

Summary: MC died 😱 and reincarnated as a demon, only their death affected them more than they thought. Word Count: 2.8k+ Warnings: Mentions of Death, leans more into Lucifer x Reader, especially at the end. (i am so sorry abt that I had no idea where this fic was going myself tbh) Descriptions of drowning. Hurt/Comfort? I have no idea how to write trauma I am so sorry, (this isn't apart of my 'Death is a Debatable thing Au) dividers are a mixmatch of ones by @plum98 @isisjupiter and @cafekitsune bc im indecisive

The thing you missed most were your pact marks. Intricate designs etched into your skin, that shone the colours of the people you loved, a reminder you were someone. You had something. A security blanket of sorts. Now they were gone, clear glass sin, almost poreless, uncanny replaced the lines and marks and humans´ perfect imperfection that provided a canvas for the hues that you were sure had painted your heart.

It hurt.

You fiddle with your hands, trying to contain the urge to just...pop. The horns and the tail had been disorienting to get used to. You still preferred your 'human' form, the only issue was controlling it. It would come with time, or so everyone had told you.

They told you a lot of things would come with time. You weren't so hopeful.

"I....it's just-" you flick your gaze around the room, looking anywhere but the demon in there with you. "...the dying part..."

"The dyin' part..." Mammon sits by your side, ever your first man, his eyes gaze at you, so loving, so adoring, it hurts your heart. "I don't understand the dyin' MC....I couldn't never understand the dyin'...." He brings a hand to rest on yours hesitantly, his false bravado nowhere to be found.

"I know you don't Mams..." You meet his gaze, his eyes as blue as the sky on a summer's day, warmer than the sun, and softer than silk when he looks into yours.

"It doesn' mean I won't try te....understand...I mean." He clears is throat awkwardly. "There's nothin' I wouldn't do for ye...not now not ever."

Your heart feels heavy.

Rushing water beats against porcelain. Steam slowly rose in swirls as the bathtub filled up. You fold your towels and set them by the sink beside the clothes you had set out. Pulling the satin robe that was a gift from a certain Asmodeus, you placed it on one of the hooks on the door, before twisting the taps to a stop. You submerged yourself into the warm water, your tense muscles relaxing as you leaned backwards in the tub from where you were sitting, legs touching the bottom of the porcelain. 

It had been so long. 

So long since you were able to just relax like this. You loved the brothers and the others, but sometimes you needed the solitude of your own thoughts. That wasn’t to say Asmo’s self care nights weren’t relaxing. 

You sighed. 

The water enveloped you, you had leaned back enough to where your head had begun to submerge. All was well. The water was warm, your muscles slowly relaxed, along with the rest of your body. Your eyes slowly blinked closed. 

All was fine. Your relaxed muscles let your head fall back. All was well. Your ears were now submerged. All was fine. 

Except it wasn’t. A switch had flicked. Your eyes shot wide open. You could no longer feel the bottom of the porcelain bathtub, panic and dread tugged at your arteries, squeezing your jugular. You flailed and thrashed your limbs, your head dipped under for a millisecond. 

Clear water turned murky. 

Your arms burnt after another weak attempt, head breaking the stormy surface of the lough for a moment; only a moment. Hardly long enough to draw a breath. Your eyes stung. Your throat ached, desperation choked at your airways. 

You found yourself submerged again. The currents slammed into rocks. Your hair rose upwards, strands sticking to your face like some sort of seaweed, hindering your vision as the waves flung you against hard rock. Your hands clawed at the stone, too slippery to catch a grip. The stormy water slammed you against another rock. You broke the horrid surface of the water, gasping and spluttering. Your throat burned like sinners in the 7th circle of hell. You just barely gasped in a morsel of oxygen before being dragged under by the force of the waves. 

You were slammed mercilessly into another hard wall of stone, your attempts at clawing for a grip so desperate you drew blood at your fingertips. 

You had survived demons, witches, angels. You had survived hell. Yet earth would be the one to take you out, so it seemed. You couldn’t hold your breath any longer, your mouth opened. You inhaled desperately, lungs aching for air. Water filled them instead. 

You gasped and spluttered. The surface of the water too rough to do a dead man’s float without risking your life further. The waves smacked you against hard rock once more, eroding at your hopes for survival. 

This was it. 

You were going to die. You’re drowning. You’ve drowned. 

The last thing you felt before you succumbed to the wild waves was the dull glow of your pact marks. With the last of your strength, you let out a silent scream, submerged by the water. 

You screamed. Frenzied hands pull your sobbing form out of the clear water of the bath pulling your soaked, sobbing form to their chest. You gasp for air, lungs burning. 

“MC! Y-you’re fine! Don’t worry…you’re okay…you’re okay…!” An uncharacteristically frenzied Beel holds you to his chest, massive arms enveloping you, he cards a gentle hand through your hair as you sob and upheave, your chest tight and your breath running from you. “You’re okay MC….follow my breathing…”

Hardly hearing him, you comply either way. Matching the breaths of the sixth born, your heart rate begins to slow, your breathing begins to even. Eventually, you sit wrapped in the arms of the Avatar of Gluttony, breathing deeply and slowly, your heart rate slowed, your sobs quitened to the occasional sniffle, the tightness in your chest remains. 

You chuckle humourlessly. “I’m sorry Beel….got your clothes all wet.” 

Beel shakes his head seriously, eyes on yours. “It’s never a problem. Not if it’s you MC.” He stands up with you still in his arms. Carefully, the redhead sets you down on your two feet. Strong hands on either side of you, a stabliser. “C’mon…let’s get you dressed MC…can you stand?”

Slowly you nod.

That night you found yourself in the living room, Belphie asleep, head on your shoulder. Mammon splayed across your lap, Asmo’s arm around your waist, Beel was on the other side of his twin, but held your hand, rubbing soothing circles subconsciously into your palm. Levi sat on the ground, switch in hand, cheek leaning against your thigh.  Satan and Lucifer sat on the nearest armchairs though they sat facing opposite each other, Lucifer half reading official documents, half watching the show his brothers and little human demon were watching, Satan doing the exact same, except his reading material was a book. 

You weren't sure how or if they knew what had happened an hour prior, but you were sure they knew this would cheer you up in some capacity.

You squeezed Beel’s hand, the knot in your chest coming undone just enough you feel light.

The transition from Human to Demon was a hard one to get used to, one thing that hadn't changed however; were the balls hosted by Lord Diavolo. The only difference being that now you sported curved horns on the top of your head. You quickly found that Asmo liked to decorate them with little trinkets.

Which he had done today, as well as helping you pick out your outfit for the ball. You gave a twirl in one of his full length mirrors.

"Thanks Asmo I love it." You smile, messing with an ornament on your horn. Those are taking a while to get used to.

Asmodeus laughs gleefully, waving his hand. "It was nothing darling. I'd love to do it again! Oh...~ You look so gorgeous...." He says dreamily before he turns back to his makeup, carefully lining his lips in a dark pink.

You blush at the praise before leaving the room, not wanting to risk being (fashionably) late.

"MC!" Lord Diavolo greets cheerfully, pulling you in for a hug against his bare, tanned chest. The gold in his eyes and horns glow like fire in the light of the ballroom. "I'm so glad you could make it! You look stunning!" He laughs, strong arms wrapping tighter around you.

You smile, "I'm glad to be here, Dia."

"I'm glad..." He says softer now. If the both of your words were an innuendo, neither of you pointed it out.

Barbatos appears silently at the left hand side of the Demon Prince, shaking your hand, you give him a sweet smile.

You barely get to greet him before the Demon Butler swiftly makes his way across the ballroom, and out of the glazed, oak door that led to a short corridor and then led to the kitchens.

After more peasant conversation with Diavolo, another Demon Noble had arrived, the scarlet haired prince pouted at the thought of leaving you before waving and making his way towards one of Hell's Aristocrats.

You wave him goodbye, you scan the Ballroom, eyes locking with violet ones. The seventh born gives a small smirk, lazily making his way toward you.

Belphegor had seen your dreams. He had felt the water pool into your lungs, the air escaping your grasp, the harsh bruising of the rocks you were slammed into.

He saw every dream, tried to stop them from reaching you. Sometimes he failed, your mind wanted to return to that moment. To pick it apart, to relive what it didn't understand itself, to find an impossible answer.

Sometimes your mind, your wonderful, horribly beautiful mind; would be too adamant, would loop back to it.

He didn't protect you. Not when he first betrayed you, not when he crushed your bones in his grip.

He couldn't protect you. Not when you were flung from rock to rock, sharp edges digging into fragile skin. Not when water burnt through your throat like fire.

He couldn't protect you. Not when your dreams bypassed his control. Not when the thin threads of your trauma induced nightmares slipped through the cracks.

The Avatar of Sloth could only do so much, yet, it never felt like enough. He couldn't protect you.

"Hey Belph!" You grin, closing the distance between the two of you. "You seem distracted, whats up?"

Belphegor snaps out of it, lips upturning. "Oh nothing, I just thought of something for the Anti-Lucifer League....What about you, MC, enjoying yourself?"

"For the most part yeah! But I haven't seen Mammon anywhere...." You say thoughtfully before deadpanning. "He's going to be strung up upside down by tomorrow morning, isn't he?"

"Yep."

Hours passed, a sleeping Belphegor had been handed over to Beelzebub, who was currently carrying his twin home. You were tempted to ask to join, but decided against it.

You weren't made of glass, you had agency. You could handle a silly ball.

Standing in one of the corners, beverage in hand, you'd elected to just people watch for a while.

Levi sat semi-hidden by a curtain at the grand window, switch in hand, noise cancelling headphones in, no doubt reaching the end of his social battery.

Satan stood at the other side of the Grand Hall, talking with contacts and connections you couldn't recognise. Golden blond hair perfectly in place. Asmo must've fixed it up for him.

Speaking of Asmo, he was on the dance floor with various succubi, giggling, smiling, and just in general being a social butterfly.

Mammon however, was still no where to be seen. Probably looking for treasure. Classic Mams. You smile to yourself.

Lucifer stood, being entertained by admirorers of all shapes and sizes. You stiffened.

Sometimes you forgot the brothers were Hell's Most Eligible Bachelors. It was easy to forget, seeing as you lived with them, and they were all idiots.

You could feel Levi's worried eyes on you none the less. Your stomach twisted with his sin, orange as a yolk, what came first? the chicken or the egg? You didn’t know nor did you care. Why would Lucifer choose you anyway? A weak human demon who couldn’t even survive a…-

You gripped your drink tightly, knuckles lightening. You took a sip, but with your tense muscles, the liquid burnt its way down the wrong side of your throat.

You spluttered.

Even the droplet. Even the sip. It grew, multiplied even, filling your lungs like goop, you gasped for air. The ballroom flooded a murky green. Stumbling, you pushed through the oak door to the hallway, where it was quieter.

Your heart beat out of your chest, your breathing was laboured, leaning against the wall, you lost your boyancy, dripping down until you sat on the ground, knees to your chest.

You stayed like that for a moment, catching your breath, engaging your senses.

Three things you could hear;

Idle chatter from the ballroom, completely muffled by the heavy wooden door and stone walls. Your own laboured breathing, although it was catching up to you. The blood rushing in your ears, evaporating from a rapid raging river to a small sparkling stream.

Three things you could see;

The stone wall, dark liath limestone blocks and bricks melded together, midievil in their design, they reflected the light of the overheard torches in a subtle, orange glow. The glazed panes of a glass window, the moon shone bright tonight, as it always did in the Devildom. You liked to think it was watching over you. Maybe it was.

If you turnt your head to the left, an archway was visible, a simple one. It dug into the stone wall and ceiling, pushing against the internal structures, standing out whilst holding together.

You continued your listing, smell and taste were ruled out, on account of you not being able to taste, and there not being any real noticable smells.

Three things you could feel;

The fabric of the clothes Asmo chose for you streched on your skin, the seams digging into your thighs where you sat on the ground.

The stone floor, hard and cold, even with the layers you had on, you shivered ever so slightly.

And lastly, you could feel the phantom ache of pact marks long faded, your heart heart, though it had stopped beating out of your chest. You felt calmer, more in control, yet still;

You sniffled.

After all; you didn’t have the best track record for keeping your head above water.

That’s how Lucifer found you. The door hissing open and his signature boots clacking softly along the ground announced his presence.

“MC, my love, are you alright?” He raises an eyebrow, The Avatar if Pride putting his aside and hunkering down so that he was more or less eye level with you, concern pooled in his expression. He reached a gloved hand out and caressed your cheek.

You nod, croaking out an "I'm okay now..."

"Are you sure, my darling?" The first born looks into your tired eyes, before tilting his head, asking for permission. You grant it.

He pulls you in for a hug.

"What upset you, dove?" He asks softly, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"I-...I just feel like I've...like I've lost you all...and myself I guess...It sounds stupid! I know...but I just...-"

Lucifer hushes you, "Nothing you could say could ever sound stupid. He pauses. "Unless you're with Mammon...or planning something with Satan and Belphie."

That squeezes a giggle out of you. He smiles, tilting his head, a strand of raven hair falling ever so out of place at the movement, crimson eyes stare into yours.

"But that's not all, is it, dear?"

You mumble something unintelligible, but count on Lucifer Morningstar to hear it. "Have I told you yet? That you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, MC?" He asks in all seriousness. You avert your gaze.

He grabs your chin softly, "I'm serious, Darling. You're the best person at this ball, the best thing that has ever happened to my brothers...to me. Sometimes I feel you truly don't realise that...seems I must take care to remind you more often, my love."

You try to speak, but the air swallows up your words, your mouth open and gaping like a fish.

Lucifer's lips quirk up, he pulls you closer to his chest. You lean into him, giving a weak smile, ear pressed against his breast, listening to his heartbeat.

You felt calm; content even,

T he hug wasn't a fix it all. It wasn't some magic wand that had been waved, you weren't suddenly better. You were still traumatised, that emptiness, though dull, still ached in your heart, along with the places on your body the bright beautiful symbols of your pacts had been sketched onto your skin.

The hug was comforting none-the-less. Lucifer was impossibly gentle. He would cradle the ashes until you built yourself back up again in his arms, phoenixes need time to adjust before they can spread their wings, after all.

It would be hard. It would be so so difficult, so taxing, to rise from the ashes once more, to thrive again, but you had an army of idiots that loved you, who would go to the ends of the earth just to see you smile. It wasn't okay yet, you weren't 'fixed', you wouldn't be for a long time but you had years upon years, decades upon decades, centuries upon centuries.

i physically cannot write anything overly angsty bc im a wee softie smh this took me ages i am so sorry abt that </3 also i had another ask that i started planning out halfway through writing this and the contrast in the tone i was going for is so funny🧍‍♂️

[futurewriter2000]

Second Chance

A/N: I don't know how this can end in a happy ending but... I'll try. I didn't even know how to start writing this request but I think I did fairly well and even better than I expected. I think I can do it better though but for now, I'll give you this. Short-ish and sweet. I tried to put everything into one fic.

REQUEST #14 (wattpad) @fredsdeath: HI!! I love all ur books especially the fred weasley book and uhm i was wondering if you could do my request abt how y/n pretends to have amnesia and not remember fred bc fred was her ex and broke her heart in their past relationship like happy emding or not its fine and this is just a suggestion its still okay if you dont do it tho :D

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They say that the first few months always feel like a true honeymoon and then the reality hits but it wasn't like that with you and Fred. It was different because the two of you were friends first before anything and that changed everything. You knew who he was, the good and the bad, as well as he did. The two of you had this undestructable bond, nothing in the world could break. It felt real, it felt true, it felt like a once in a life-time love and you believed that.

You did... until you didn't anymore.

There were moments of Fred acting ditant. Sometimes when you looked into his eyes, he wasn't there and when he smiled, it felt forced. You felt like you were too much for him so you took a step back as well, thinking that space was all that he needed. You were different than him however, you didn't want space, you needed reassurence that he is still the Fred that will hold your hands and kiss them randomly when the two of you are laughing or just sitting together. You believed that the Fred that walked down the hall, nagging you jokingly until you retorded a sarcastic comment back, pretending to be furious with him until he nagged you until you laughed- was still somehow there. You believed that the Fred who made your stomach cramp either from laughter or butterflies will appear soon. It's just a hard transitioning moment, now that the new headmistress is on. He's coming back... he's still Fred.

He wasn't though.

"What do you mean?" your eyes twitched and you couldn't figure out whether you were angry or sad. You kept looking at the ground, not knowing when your hands ripped themselves from his.

"It's not you, I swear, it's just-"

"It's you." you looked at him, your lip trembling but you refused to cry in front of him.

"It is..." he bit his lower lip. "I just don't think that this is it." he said and you refused to look at him. He forced a smile and swayed on his feet. "We can still be friends." he said, touching your shoulder playfully as if all of a sudden you will place a smile on your face, bright and jolly but you turned your head away, wiped the crocodile tear that fell from your eyes and looked at him.

"Who is she?" you said with a sharp cold tone.

"There isn't-"

"You never lied to me, Fred. Don't start now." you glared.

He looked at you and pursed his lips together. He looked away and you let out a laugh from disbelief.

"I had a feeling but I always refused to listen to it. You know why?" you paused. "Because my trust for you was bigger than my insecurities but you just made me believe I was going crazy for such a long time until you grew balls to tell me."

"I just kissed her once-"

"Oh-" you literally heard your heart break inside your chest.

"She KISSED ME-" he mumbled. "I swear, I didn't kiss her first, she just sort of leaned in and I pulled away and I didn't want to say anything, I swear because I thought it was nothing but she just sort of... I don't know... I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"So you want to slag around."

"NO!" he started to get frustrated, shaking his head. "I just- I'm lost right now. I don't know what I want."

"You want her."

"No-" he shook his head. "I don't know... maybe... I don't know."

"Fuck you." you said, slapping him hard on his cheek that it turned red immediatelly. "You just wasted fucking 8 months of my life." and with that you turned around.

----

It's been a long year now since then and you knew her name... not that you truly wanted it but you heard of a short fling between Fred and Angelina Jonson. She was another good friend of his and you wished you figured it out sooner but you haven't.

You've cried. You did. More than just one crocodile tear. You've made a mess from your room and your roommates didn't really mind. They've been patient and graceful with you. They've also been a good distraction from your emotions and you were glad you weren't when Fred made his great parting with fireworks in Hogwarts that year.

You've put yourself together since then. You did and you've heard he's been with that woman, another woman, a few other women and you didn't want to hear none of it. Your friends kept telling you about it, despite you didn't want to. You heard about his shop and all of other things.

Now... well, now you've had your own appartment, which was quite hard with the economy but you wanted your place since you were an early teen. And to think of it, getting an appartment was easier than getting a job that pays well on your education. But it did. You've worked in a small bussiness, grammar checking documents that came in and out. Something close to an accounting. It wasn't what you wanted but it was something.

You haven't seen Fred in a year and a half. He was still on your mind though. He was. It was as if he put a chip into you that keeps rewinding time back to when the two of you were in love.

What you hated more was that you did move on but somehow he was still following you everywhere you went. You didn't see him anywhere and you knew that was a good sign but you were always on the lookout. Close to his shop, you felt anxious and you thought it over what would happen if he came out now and see you. You didn't know. You didn't know anything. Your brain turned off like nothing.

But that never happened and so you were okay with moving on.

---

So how did you end up here?

How did he end up here?

The last thing you told him was that he should have fun with your replacement and he did... for a short time. It really infuriated him that you told him that but Angelina really wasn't the one either. He pushed it as far as he could but something didn't click with her. He didn't feel joy with her, he felt obligated to be with her but he grew tired of being with someone.

He told you he forgets people easily but why did seeing you hurt so much. It was like a sting into his heart- quick but short. He couldn't mumble a word when you stood there and there was no shine in your eyes, no glow on you as he remembered you. There was a smile but not as joyful.

You stood there... still beautiful.

He hated that. He hated that you were still beautiful- more than him... since always.

He turned his head away, not wanting to look at you anymore. He was furious- so darn furious. Why didn't anybody tell him about you?

"There she is!" Remus came over with his hands on your shoulders, gently and formally.

You smiled brightly at him because you adored him as a professor. He was the only professor who made a course feel important and interesting.

"She was my best student and she now works in a small company for accounting- a shame to waste your talents there."

Sirius, he stood up tall and mighty, almost king-like and you felt infatuated by his kingly presence. His eyes were cold blue but his look was warm and safe.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Azkaban or something?" you joked and he laughed.

"Been there, didn't like it much." he retorded back and a few of the group laugh. "She's been working for me too for a bit. Remus recommended her- just for a short time and she turned out to be trustworthy. I bet she went to Hogwarts with you."

Ginny ran to you into a hug immediately and smiled up to you... well not up anymore. She seemed taller than you by a few centimeters. The two of you always had a great friendship, despite Fred. She adored you and you adored her.

"I can't believe you're here!" she exclaimed and you laughed, hugging her tightly.

"Me neither. This man put me through hell."

"I did not." Sirius gasped.

"Don't leave him alone in this house for long ever again."

"We have so much to catch up!"

And you did. With the whole group. You did work with Sirius through Remus. You've never really met him personally, always through some Howlers, letters, some other secret forms of communication and he was always so arrogant through it. He had grumpy and sassy remarks and at first you were professional about it but through time you've had enough and returned the energy. It has mostly been with the documents you've been grammarly correcting. They had been reciepts from big, luxiourious wizard families and you could see in some of those reciepts which were on the bad side, which on the good and which were fleeding and unreliable.

You didn't know about the other participants except Remus, Tonks and Sirius. Soon you figured Moody was one as well when he trampled into your office, asking questions and now you've met others.

You've never been much of a leap of faith person but you've always had a strong urge to stand for fairness and justice. You've fired up when you had to, not knowing until you went to bed that night. Remus saw that in you and he knew that all you needed was a little push.

You've always been reliable and when you promised something, you didn't back out, even if you were extremely anxious. He knew you could never back out from this. A bit manipulating but well, that was the push.

You've looked at Moody with your mouth on the ground.

"Turn into Harry?" you looked at all the others, especially at Remus.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to." said Harry.

"No, it's not that." you laughed. "Couldn't we just turn Harry into some random Muggle and transport him?"

The others thought about it as it could be.

"No!" Moody shouted. "Would you think they'd just let some random Muggle with a stick in his boot let into the Ministry?" he growled at you, approaching you. "No- now dress up lil priss." and he shoved clothes at you.

You looked after him than walked to Harry. "Are you comfortable with this? Us... turning into you?"

He gave you a comforting smile. "Not really but a plan is a plan. My comfort is not really in question." he offered you a smile and you returned it, though you felt a bit sad for the boy, espeicially when others made awful comments about them.

What you didn't notice was the little peeps Fred was giving you when you undressed, easily unclasping your bra under your Harry shirt and throwing it in the corner.

George apperead in front of him as Harry, giving him a grin meanwhile Fred just put his glassess on and pretended not to look.

"You're with me little priss." one of the Harry's told you and winked at you.

As you walked behind fake Harry, you passed what you thought was Fred and he called out your name. "Hey, (Y/n)."

You turned around. "What?"

"Stay safe."

You looked at him and nodded, turning back to the fake Harry, feeling your heart beating fast. Not because of Fred... this was pure fear.

---

Fred just turned back into himself, laughing with his father about the trip when Ginny told him about George. He was running into the living room, finding his best friend bloody on the couch.

"Shit, George." he came to his side.

"I'm howy." George whispered.

"What George?" Fred leaned in worriedly.

"I said..." George took a breath. "I'm holy now Fred."

Fred rolled his eyes and laughed from all the relief. "Only you can crack a joke about a blown up ear."

He looked up, smiling joyfully when the others smiled back, hugging him and George. It wasn't until two were missing. He looked around again. "Where are Tonks and (y/n)?" he asked but the others looked around and nobody was around.

"Remus is waiting for them, I'll go out and check." said Arthur but just as he was about to head out the door, Remus came rushing the door with you in his arms. His shirt was soaked in your blood, Tonks' hands as well.

"MOVE!" shouted Remus as Arthur cleared the table so that Remus could place you there gently.

"It came out of nowhere- I don't know who is was but she was blown off our broom and fell hard on the woods. She hit her head pretty hard." Tonks spoke quickly, like your life depended on it.

Ginny and Molly were right by your side, Remus as well. Fred just watched with his eyes wide open. Everything was gone, all the anger, all of it, out of his system. There was no room for anger, only regret and sadness.

"(y/n)- come on little priss, you have to wake up." Remus slapped your cheeks gently.

It was so sudden. You laid there calmly and like you were awaken from the dead, you jumped up and took a deep breath in.

"Where am I?!" you looked around, feeling your head pounding but everything was extremely bloody.

You heard voices around you but none of them were clear.

"You're safe-" you looked around but you recognised that voice anywhere.

"Professor Lupin? Where's Madam Pince my head is-" you were just about to say something when you started choking on your own blood.

Fred fell on the floor, just by George when he saw the sight.

Arthur saw the terror in Fred's eyes and shouted at the other. "GET HIM OUT OF HERE! ALL OF YOU OUT!"

---

Fred had a whole review of your life together back in Hogwarts. Everything turned back- everything. The small things, the big things and he realised that not once did the two of you had a bad memory together. Not one but until he broke things off.

He was pacing up and down outside the living room. Ginny kept trying to calm him down but he was not consolable. Not until you were completely alright. Not until he comes back and you're breathing and smiling at him.

Finally Arthur came to Fred, only to Fred because he knew of their past together. His expression was grim but it wasn't something Fred could read at the moment. He had you in perfect image. Since always.

"How is she?!" he quickly asked and everybody stood up and listened as well.

"She's living and breathing." he said, putting his hand on Fred's shoulder. "Remus is great at taking care of people, so she's resting with George... however... she kept recalling back a few years..." he looked up worriedly. "She kept asking for Dumbledore and... McGonagall..." he continued. "Remus says it could be shock or some short amnesia."

"What does that mean, dad?" Fred asked but his father only looked away. "Dad!"

"I don't know really... only time will tell when she wakes up."

Fred burst through the door and found his two favorite people laying on the couch. It was odd sight becuase you were there moving your lips and looking at your roommate, fist bumping him.

"Samesiess." George shouted weakley. "I've always wanted a girl roommate."

"Ew." you said, laughing.

"Not like that- Merlin." George said. "If moving my eyes wouldn't hurt I'd roll my eyes right now."

"If I could have the strenght to move my hands I'd show you the middle finger."you replied and could hear him laugh, caughing.

Fred smiled from relief and walked confidently into the room. "Hey, you two are on bed rest, stop talking and laughing." he said, sitting at George's side first. He looked at you and you looked at him.

"George?" you said worriedly. "I didn't know you had a sibling?"

"I have eight of them... or seven... six... I really don't know..."

"I didn't know you had one that looks exactly like you." you furrowed your eyebrows and it was only for a joke. You've always wanted to play a joke but something in Fred's eyes.

Something in his eyes made him come towards you and look at you with the same look he did all those years. The same eyes that you prayed for such a long time ago.

"You don't remember me?" he asked.

And you haven't got any clue why you turned your head and mumbled no. You turned it away from him because you felt something hurt inside of you so much by having him looking at you so close. Your heart was tearing up inside of you all over again and you wished, you prayed, you said you never met him because that was what you truly wanted. You wanted that he never existed in your brain because it just... hurts so much.

"Please leave me alone." you said and kept shutting your eyes.

Fred backed away, terror in his eyes, his heart, rage? Perhaps shock- something was in his chest, burning up his throat. He didn't hear the pain in your throat or the tears that fell from your eyes when you turned away. He couldn't function properly.

"Fred..." he heard George but he just stormed outside.

It was as if something was spinning in his head. It was so horrible.

Ginny came after him, calling out his name, asking what is wrong.

"WHAT'S WRONG?!" he turned around, a big forced smile of disbelief, almost wicked-like. "I ALMOST LOST TWO PEOPLE THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME! BESIDES THAT ONE LOST AN EAR, THE OTHER LOST A BLOODY MEMORY OF ME- OF OUR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP!!!"

Ginny stood there. Usually she would shout something back but she just let him yell.

"Ginny- she-" he started to break down, falling onto his knees and pulling his long legs into a hug.

Ginny walked to his side and hugged him around the shoulders. "It could be temporary... she's just in a shock."

"She remembers George."

"How do you know? She just talked to him like she woud with another person."

"She wouldn't talk to me like this..."

"She would." Ginny added and Fred looked at her, letting a laugh.

"Yeah... she would... she was unpredicatable like that." he said.

"Why did the two of you even break up?"

"I don't know really." Fred mumbled. "But I don't know if I can live through her not remembering us... you know?" he looked at Ginny, then laid his head on her shoulder. "We used to have so much fun... when we were together. She was so snarky and confident..."

"She's always so happy and has such a good heart." Ginny added.

"Yeah... she was perfect and... I really didn't know we would work so well together but I don't know... I thought she would be a fling and I wasn't ready to commit- she just... she deserved so much better than me, I always knew that."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... look at her and look at me." he lookd at Ginny.

"Fred, she looked at you as if you were the whole world for her, not because of your looks or it was because of your looks, I doubt that though but she didn't want anybody else. She wanted you." Ginny said and Fred looked at her.

"I don't know Ginny."

"You do know, Fred. You were the one who thought you didn't deserve her and with the way you were acting after the two of you broke up, just told me how much she hurt you." she continued without any filter. "And it wasn't that she hurt you... it was that you were furious that you fucked up a good thing."

Fred looked at his sister with a confused look. She didn't use that kind of language. "I don't know when you grew up so much, Ginny." he said and laid his head back on her shoulder. "But... if she forgot about us... and me... I don't know- she was the only person who really knew me and it was hard for her to trust me in the first place. When she did, it felt like I met the right person to feel safe with..."

"Like I said... we can hope that she does remember."

---

You and George were laying in the darkness, both resting. You were glad the whole thing was over, even though you almost couldn't have made it out alive.

"Do you really not remember Fred?" asked George.

There was silence but you looked to the darkness beside you where George was speaking from. "I wish I didn't." you said.

"Why did you tell him then you didn't?" he asked calmly.

You turned your head back to the dark ceiling. "I just... I actually don't know... it was a joke at first..."

"I gathered that but he just saw two of people he cared about almost die in front of his eyes so I believe him for not catching it."

"Then he just looked at me with those eyes... like that he cares and I just... I don't know I wanted to make sure if he does or not so I just said no."

There was a small laugh from the other side. "Did you get your answer?"

"Kind of." you shrugged.

"(y/N)." he said in a serious tone. "He bloody loved you. You didn't know how he was when you weren't around. First he was furious, then he was frustrated when you didn't catch our fireworks, then he was melancholic for a while and all of a sudden he got an urge to go after every girl that walked into the shop- age appropriate to be clear." he stopped for a moment. "He cared, he really did- he didn't know how much he had lost until months later. Angelina couldn't compare to you. He wasn't as ambitious and happy as he was with you. He was absent and lost..."

There was a loud silence after that and you felt as if you have to say something in return. "I didn't know you could preform such long speeches."

You heard shuffling on the other side and suddenly something soft landed on your stomach. "Owww!"

"Shut up, we're both poor right now." he said and you laughed , throwing the pillow back.

---

George was awake and walking. He was just getting suited for the wedding when Fred was tying his bowtie. He walked into the living room and saw your space empty. He looked around and tried to find any traces of your disappearance.

It wasn't until he heard a grunt from the bathroom and you walked out, pinning something into your hair. "Hey Ginny this bandage is so unnecessary-" you looked up and he was staring at you as you stared back. His hands were at the untied bowtie and yours were stucking a flower somewhere where your bandage was loose around your head.

"You remember Ginny?" he asked and you kept looking at him.

You let your hands fall down to your side and you took a few steps forward. "I do." you said and grabbed his tie and started to throw it around into a bowtie.

"Do you remember me?" he asked softly as he looked down at you but you kept your eyes on his bowtie.

You were silent for a while and started to twist it around to stay on its place. "I can do it better." you said and untied it again.

He smiled at that. "A perfectionist, you remember that." he said and he could see a smile on your lips. "Please, (y/n)..." he said and placed his hands on top of yours.

You finally looked up and found his eyes in such pain. You didn't think eyes so joyful could look that tormented. "I remember you Fred." you smiled softly, then looked back at the bowtie. "Just like I remember how to tie a perfect bowtie." you smiled and fixed it on his collar.

He breathed out a long breath of relief. He saw your hands leave his bowtie and he immedately started to fix your bandage and hair flower. "You're beautiful today." he said as he continued to tuck in the last peaces of the bandage before going to the flower. "You're beautiful every day."

You continued to look up, his slick and gentle hands touching your scalp and spreading warmth, even the memories you forgot existed. "I'm sorry." you said and he raised an eyebrow. "I always knew who you were..." you said and his hands dropped, still holding the flower that was supposed to go into your hair.

"You did?"

"I did." you said. "You were so close and you were just- and it really hurt- you really hurt me." you said, looking into his eyes, knowing yours were filling themselves with tears. "It was the first time I saw you so close after such a long time and everything came back- and it hurt so much I wished to forget you." you said, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't say anything. To be honest, he wasn't furious or in shock. "You could have done worse, really..." he gave an awkward smile and you laughed. He put his hand back up to your head and started placing it into your hair.

You only observed and as you did so, his hand fell to your cheek and brushed it with his thumb. The two of you were looking at each other, felt like a whole century since the two of you were looking at each other like this... and it felt like yesterday.

Time truly is an illusion, isn't it.

"Please, give me a second chance." he said, leaning his forehead onto yours.

"Fred..." you sighed.

"I know it's a lot to ask but please- I promise, I won't run away again like I did last time." he said, pulling back and cupping your cheeks. "We're special. I know you know... I know we are... please..."

You smiled, closing your eyes and feeling all this warmth, safety and love over your body.

Hope.

There's nothing wrong with having hope.

There's nothing wrong with second chances.

You looked up at him. "Second chance then."

[imrllytootiredforthis]

cy i have so many ideas its crazy 😭😭

when i was in high school i hated my chemistry classes 💀💀but now when i think about it... yk in some classrooms especially where biology and chemistry classes are held there is a small room attached to them like a storeroom? where they have all the equipment and supplies ? lmao this is already so long but i just needed to describe it, it gets better i promise

so like yesterday i randomly remembered one of my chemistry classes and suddenly i thought abt soob in those glasses like you know, the black ones ..him in a doctor's coat and..the other students are in class totally unaware of what two new teachers are doing in the storeroom😋😋damn just,, making out w him all while having ur knee between his crotch?? ordering him to be quiet or else everyone will find out what a slut their new chem teacher is (he'd secretly love it, we all know the boy is a slut for degradation and humiliation)😔he'd whimper soso much he wants more and he needs more, he's so riled up,, practically drooling but the fact that he can't have u fuck the brains out of him now makes him practically cry and beg to stop,, the pleasure is too much to handle☹️☹️(u could literally swear at him😭😭i bet he'd let out a couple of moans at that😴)

PLS THIS IS SO LONG,,,i couldn't stop myself cause begging soob>> idk whats gotten into me lately but ig i have a tiny thing for exhibitionism?😩😩no but fr its so hot?

p.s. im glaad ur here for the weekend 😭😭i'll patiently wait for ur official comeback ❣️

i saw this right when i woke up...and jesus, i love you so, so much because😵‍💫😵‍💫

are you, by chance talking abt this soob?...

him in a white lab coat😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay, okay

class started 10 minutes ago. the students are confused, checking the time, emailing their two new teachers to the class, some are even straight-up leaving, muttering about a waste of time

most stay, wondering if they just forgot or got stuff in traffic or something else

completely unaware to the fact that in the little storage closet off to the side of the room...

their pretty professor is shoved up against the wall, pinned with his arms beside his head, lip tugged between his teeth, panting and whining as he grinds down on your knee.

god, he's so needy, trying to quietly beg for more, gasping at the feeling of your teeth grazing his neck

"y'know, this isn't very professional professor choi," you start, pulling away, too composed when all he can do is let out the neediest little mewl, trying to reach his high while tears form in his eyes.

"d-don't care!" he tries to pull his hands away, cup himself and get the stimulation you're just barely giving him but your grip is iron strong, smile all too teasing and all too mean. "just m-make me feel good! please, wan', wan' you to fuck me!"

you press your thigh up against him hard. "right when all of our students are just outside, huh? want them to know that their professor is in here getting fucked like a slut?"

the moan he lets out is nothing less than completely ruined and very, very loud, reverberating through the small room in a way that would've been so hot if not where you were

his hand is free suddenly, as you slap a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide. "shut up, you slut," you hiss,

the tears fall and you can feel drool building up behind your hand, he can't help himself, his head going on overdrive, his free hand gripping the bottom of your leg, fucking himself desperately against it.

"please, please, please," he whimpers, words garbled against your hand. "more, need more!"

[floofymeow]

FujiTowa AgeRe Oneshot

Based upon a one-off post from @towapet abt fujitowa age regression (its actually wild how far of a rabbit hole I went into thinking about agere bc of this).

In like a 2am haze I woke up randomly and couldn't go back to sleep so I wrote a cute little Fujieda x Towa short........... at least I'm pretty happy with it..!!! here's to the tumblr void to commemorate <3

1k words, age regression fujieda + towa, sfw, fluff!

Fujieda shoved down the intense wave of fuzziness breaching boundaries of his mind. The day was a long one—and his clients were particularly difficult. There was no one to tell him “good work”, only suspicious glares and doubtful scoffs.

This was fine. Fujieda didn’t mind. He chose this line of work, and at this point in his life, it was the ideal outcome—the necessary kind of occupation that he was obligated to fulfill. His movements felt sluggish as he turned the car off and stepped into his condo.

The Friday was over. It was a particularly rough week. Three out of five nights of late overtime had been sludged through. Words melted down his throat as he glanced over to a languid Towa, who spoke a simple greeting while setting out the plates for dinner.

Towa.

Watching him, another stronger wave of weightlessness rushed through him—and Fujieda frowned, though he didn’t force it to stop. The last time he did, he was left with a severe weekend migraine and a bad attitude, according to Towa.

Fujieda’s fuzzy mind began to regain clarity somewhat, but all that remained was an absent-minded desire to lounge on the couch and continue playing where he left off on the console. The exhaustion of the last month seemed to drift far away from him, as the thought of playing games grew stronger. It was a good thing he had all weekend.

A decided satisfaction spread through his chest as he nodded to himself and began to quickly eat—faster and sloppier, as if he had a million things to do other than eat.

Towa watched on curiously.

“Fujieda?”

Fujieda frowned, disliking the sound of his last name. It sounded impersonal. As if Towa were a stranger. He really didn’t like that.

“Fujieda sounds weird. Can’t you just call me Ryo?”

The low, yet curtly juvenile tone brought a softened light to Towa’s expression. His lips thinned into a smile, “Sure. Ryo, any plans this weekend?”

Ryo didn’t answer until he polished plate off. He shoved away from the table and dropped his dishes in the sink carelessly.

“Just games this weekend. I…that’s fine right? You’re not gonna be mad?”

“Nope. Sounds good to me.”

“Cool,” Ryo nodded with an awkward pause.

He diverted his eyes from Towa’s smile. It was too pretty—he didn’t know how to react whenever he saw it. It made his heart pound. He tensed as Towa stretched his slender arm up, fingers outstretched—

And rubbed Ryo’s head back and forth with a gentle touch. A wave of comfort washed over Ryo, loosening his shoulders. He always tried to hide his thoughts from Towa. He didn’t want Towa to know he thought that about him. It’d be weird.

Except that…

He glanced up, watching Towa wash dishes. Towa hadn’t done anything to… be weirded out or anything. Besides, they both regressed all the time. It wasn’t a big deal. Towa never cared either—in fact, Ryo always thought the smiles he got were better than when he was an adult.

“Towa…”

“What is it?”

“What do you…plan to do?”

“Paint. Maybe turn on a show to watch. Why?”

Ryo mussed through his own hair, hand fidgeting with his nape.

“Join me? In the same room. I’ll be sitting on the couch.”

“Sounds good. I’ll bring my things over.”

And just like Towa said, he brought his stand over and began to paint—Ryo wasn’t sure what it was. He forgot to ask, distracted the moment he begun playing games.

His mind buzzed with a simple contentment as he progressed the story quest, hacking down enemies and tapping through high-energy dialogue. Only when he couldn’t feel his legs would he stand up, stretch, and grab a glass of water.

That was when he finally realized Towa was still standing nearby in his painting apron, concentrating on his canvas. His eyes shone with an intense focus, one that Ryo didn’t want to interrupt. The outlines of children’s items began to form—toy trains, coloring crayons, and the little stuffed rabbit that now belonged to him.

Ryo watched for a few more seconds, then returned to his own game silently. He loved that he didn’t have to explain himself. That there was just the soft hum of battle music and decent voice acting, as well as the rustle of Towa’s apron and his brushed scraping the canvas. Nothing overwhelmingly abrasive. No one to tell him what to do. Just him and Towa coexisting in the same space.

He zoned out playing games, losing track of minute to hour. Just as he defeated a difficult area’s boss, two fingers hesitantly tugged on his sleeve, and a heavy weight slumped against him. Ryo looked over, and Towa's yawning softened features rubbed against his shoulder.

“Ryo,” he whispered with a childish drawl. He tugged on Ryo’s shoulder again, as if expectant.

Ryo wasn’t bothered at all. He paused the game and brought his arms around Towa. Towa giggled softly in his arms. Ryo indulged in the wispy, contented noises, before spoke up.

“Where’s your friend?”

Towa’s eyes widened. He wiggled out of Ryo’s grasp and tottered to the other room. Ryo moved his gaze back to the screen and hit resume. His fingers hit the console buttons in subconscious order, passing through a decently challenging parkour section.

The clumsy steps alerted Ryo that Towa had returned. And without a word, Ryo scooted over and raised his arms higher, eyes not leaving the screen. Towa carefully nestled himself within, this time, the worn out rabbit plush snugly in his lap. Ryo lowered his arm. Towa put his elbow atop Ryo’s, the movement of him rubbing the somewhat matted fur of the bunny relayed through Towa’s movements.

His head leaned back against Ryo’s chest—and after a few minutes of squirming, he finally settled into the perfect position. Their eyes watched the video game screen, bodies stuck together. Like pieces of a puzzle.

Pieces that, at one point, did not fit into their own story—but now slot perfectly into each other’s.

One younger, one slightly older.

Both perfectly content.

[checkers-dance]

i kinda want to know your thoughts on hwasa's newest song. on the one hand its kinda giving megan trainor... and i do think it could have been longer and they could've gone harder on the sound.

on the other idk its very catchy and i find it very fun. hwasa is such a great singer so i think even if the song is nothing special her voice alone really adds to it. my friend said she really disliked the chorus and i can see why, but i found it fun. all around i think it isnt perfect but its a bit of an earworm.

also somewhat related but she looks so pretty in the music video... man... i've always found her extremely attractive but idk what it is this time, she's just very cute and has so much charisma. i got the song for an ad and i couldnt skip it because i couldn't stop looking at her ksnfnsndj though at that point i think that's just me being obsessed.

U'RE SO RIGHT ABT THE MEGAN TRAINOR VIBES ACTUALLY 😭😭. Also abt this being an earworm. I wouldn't necessarily listen to it on a playlist but if it came up randomly I wouldn't skip it. It has a cute instrumental even tho it's simple. I also just watched the mv and I feel like it kinda had a barbie vibe in terms of the set - bright colors that contrast against each other well, and a sort of plastic-y look. I thought it fit p well. Also her outfits were all v distinct from each other

[thebreakfastgenie]

B, F, O, Q

Tho i am curious about all of these lol so ill come back later with more if i dont see you answer them

(I forget which one of these is the song association one but im tempted to ban you from picking a song for hawkeye. at least gimme one that isnt "everybody loves you now" because while you are right abt that ik it already)

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Piercentyre! I wouldn't say someone specific changed my mind, it's just that at first I only encountered one popular dynamic that I couldn't stand. Eventually I found other dynamics and I was like hey, I like this. Also, @onekisstotakewithme is basically the only reason I gave the BJ/Peg/Hawkeye triad a thought.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

I've been in The West Wing fandom for about 8.5 years, although there was a long hiatus in the middle of that, I did continue thinking about and even working on WIPs in that time, even while not active in the fandom, so I count it.

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

I wasn't going to give you Everybody Loves You Now anyway!!!!!!! I would never default to Everybody Loves You Now!!! How dare you!!!!! ...I was going to give you Tomorrow Is Today, which is on the same album. It's such a Hawkeye song. I made a whole collage about it. I tried to randomly select one using shuffle but the way I listen to music made that not work very well. But I just read a Hawkeye/Margaret smut fic that vibes wise reminded me a lot of Out of the Frying Pan (and Into the Fire) by Meat Loaf, so now I'm associating that song with them. I also have been thinking about She's Always a Woman as a Margaret song which I previously wasn't into because it felt too easy but like now I'm into it on a galaxy brain level. Also like "You might've heard I run with a dangerous crowd, we ain't too pretty we ain't too proud, we might be laughing a bit too loud, oh but that never hurt no one" is piercentyre even though the rest of Only the Good Die Young is not. That's all I got. Idk. I don't feel like I answered the question. If I come across a song randomly that reminds me of a character or ship I'll add it.

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

I got this one twice, and I'm already using the more straightforward answer on the first one, so... This doesn't exactly count, because I never shipped it, but when I started out in M*A*S*H fandom, I was willing to read any pairing as long as it was interesting. Now, I avoid BJ/Hawkeye fics. The reason I stopped reading them was that no matter how highly-recced or well-written, the ship itself simply always reads as OOC to me. I can't find a BJ/Hawkeye fic believable, so I can't enjoy it.

[hydrasaura]

i was recently thinking randomly abt that naruto filler episode where that old dude wanted to blow up the city and all the genins planned against stopping him and inno decided to use his mind transfer on him but immediately had to stop and get out because she couldn't bear the mental torment of a guy that was moments away from dying after a liftime of suffering and i just thought that concept was neat

[queennai714]

Thinking abt the time my oldest brother sent me a text telling me and my other older brother to get ready to go out but wouldn't specify where cause it was a surprise so I put on a black hoodie and jeans even though it was kinda hot out and when he and his girlfriend came to get me he asked if I wanted to change but I said no cause he still hadn't given me any details about where we were going and I thought I was gonna be fine only to finally get to the place and realize he just randomly decided to take us to Busch Gardens and around 30 mins in having to stop and kneel on the ground on a walkway between two sections of the park cause I was having what I still believe to have been some form of a heat stroke (I remember I kept using the fact that I "wasn't even sweating" as an excuse to say I was fine) and I had spots in my vision and was getting dizzy so they took me to one of the rides with water so I could stand on the sidelines and get sprayed which helped a lot (except I kinda got drenched which was really uncomfortable and I couldn't take the hoodie off cuz I didn't have anything on under it) and then they took us to a little cart to get waters and churros and then we went to go see the mini circus thing they have there and I was kinda embarrassed at first cuz I was super wet and my oldest brother had been making fun of me for wearing a hoodie and jeans in Florida summer the whole time (even while I literally could not walk) but I got over it a few minutes in because I freaking adore all things circus and was so excited that I was basically bouncing in my seat the whole time and then on the way home we got Five Guys (one of my favorite burger places EVER) and all we ever said was that I "got a little overheated" when my other brother and I were telling our parents abt our day.

So yea, moral of the story: stay hydrated, check the weather before you decide on an outfit, dont wear black hoodies in Florida heat, and if you're gonna surprise somebody with a trip somewhere, at least give them a basic idea of what to wear/what precautions to take before everybody is ready to go

[kyojurokoibito]

Such A Brat

Pairing(s): mikey x reader

Genre: fluff

Synopsis: mikey tags along with you to go grocery shopping, and he will get dorayaki outta you one way or another

Warning(s): mikey's a brat and we all know it

Kao's Notes: just a bit of your everyday bratty mikey, nothin more

alright, i'm just gonna say it

mikey's a helluva brat

and hella petty

it takes a special kind of person to be able to deal with the level of childish entitlement that is maniiro "mikey" sano. draken warned you...emma warned you

...everybody warned you

it took a minute, but you've gotten used to mikey's childish antics eventually. after a while, you found them more adorable rather than annoying.

the way he'd randomly plop down in front of you so you can tie up his hair, or to simply run your fingers through it. or, whenever you two are cuddling or sleeping, his first instinct is to tighten his hold on you whenever he thinks you're trying to leave

when he'd cross his arms and jut out his bottom lip in pout whenever you're busy doing homework, you couldn't help but smile, "oh good lord, stop pouting," you laughed, "it won't take that long."

and that's when you'd receive the petty silent treatment

it'd go on long enough to where you'd eventually stop what you're doing in order to lay his head in your lap while you finished the assignment you're working on

but even that wasn't enough

mikey would grow increasingly irritated with your divided attention though. like you have the mikey in your apartment and as your boyfriend, and you've still got the AUDACITY to focus on something else?

nuh uh. absolutely unacceptable.

he's supposed to have your attention, not some stupid assignment that won't matter in a few days. focus on him, he matters all the time damnit!

eventually, mikey chucks your notebook across the room with huff.

you sighed in defeat and looked down at him, running your fingers through his knot-filled hair, "whaddya want?"

more often than not, he never gave you an answer. he just shut his eyes, smiling in content

so yeah, mikey's a brat. but he's your brat

clearly, he can be incredibly whiny. one time, you had to get up to use the bathroom, and his voice went up an octave "y/n," his grip tightened around your waist, "you're moving too much!"

"mikey," you tried to pry his arms off of you, "let me up. i gotta pee."

"no," he shoved his face into your stomach, "you should've worn a diaper like i said."

"absolutely not," you shoved him off, "now move." and he's pouting and signing dramatically until you come back from the bathroom

y'all remember that scene from shrek when donkey's singing, "i am aloneeee, there's no one here beside meeee,"

if ya don't know what I'm talkin abt, look it up. it's worth it I promise

but anyways, that's what mikey's doing until you come back

spontaneous visits to your apartment, or him already being their, eating your food whenever you're at school became a regular occurrence too

while you're gone to school, or staying after for tutoring, he'll raid your fridge and your cabinets, searching for the dorayaki you usually kept in stock specially for him

he pouts until you get home because he can't find any

how dare YOU not keep food stocked for HIM in YOUR own home! *huff* you've got some nerve y/n

that, that right there, is his thought process

so if you can't keep food stocked for him, his only choice left is to eat the food you already have, right?

survival of the fittest

he'll lounge on your couch, munching on your box of cookies, deplenishing the boxes on top of your fridge of the cereal inside

then he found your shopping list on the fridge attached with a small magnet

and he took it upon himself to add whatever he saw fit onto it: dorayaki(of course), your cereal he ate, your cookies he ate, tiny flags to in the home-cooked meals you make from time to time

mikey heard the doorknob to the front jiggle, and he's already at the door, waiting for you to open it

when you stuck your key in the door, your guard was up slightly when you realized the door was already unlocked. but once you heard the tv blasting on the other side, you relaxed.

'oh, it's just mikey.' you thought to yourself

although now, it was less frightening to come home with your kitchen ransacked when mikey actually had a key

for the longest, whenever mikey wanted access to your apartment he'd crawl through the window, which was rather difficult when you lived on the fourth floor.

but he did it anyway

although he played it off well, mikey wanted was crying on the inside when you gave him a key to your apartment

but, when you finally came home, mikey nearly knocked you both over with a hug

as soon as you stepped into the room, mikey shoved the cookie into his mouth before wrapping his arms around your waist, nearly knocking you over, "shit! mikey," you laughed while regaining your balance

smoothing out his hair, you kissed the crown of his head, "how long have you been here?" and he just leisurely shrugs before going to flop back down on your couch, " 'dunno. few hours i guess."

taking off your shoes, you set your bag down and headed off to your kitchen for a snack.

only to find all if your pantries close to empty

and you nearly beat mikey's ass

you searched for any sort of food, as you were extremely hungry from an after school tutoring session, but came up short

there was nothing left in your kitchen, except for herbs, spices, and seasonings, nothing that could possibly be used as a meal alone

letting out a heavy sigh, you blindly grabbed the list off of your fridge, you made a u-turn, put your shoes back on, and grabbed your back

mikey was quick to stand up, "where ya goin?" he didn't even let you respond before he was walking out the door with you, "i wanna go."

the trip to the grocery store was a lively one, as traveling with mikey was always fun.

you were planned on walking there, but mikey took the liberty of dragging you to his cb250t and speeding, popping a wheeling on the way and damn near knocked you off as he drove you both the the grocery store.

once you got there, you pulled mikey along to the line of shopping carts. remembering the few items on your list, you grabbed the smallest cart, but later did a double take once you pulled out your list.

□ dorayaki(x8 boxes)

□ tiny flags

□ boxes of cookies

□ cereal

...and so on. your once small list was now front and back.

"uh, mikey," a small drop of sweat slid down your forehead, giving him and exasperated look as you held up the list. "what the hell is all this?" the blonde lifted an eyebrow.

"everythin you need," he casually put your small cart back and traded it for the largest cart.

mikey wordlessly clambered into the largest part of the shopping cart, and you leaned against the handle so the cart doesn't roll away while mikey climbs into it.

"mikey," you questioned, still looking down at the revised list. "you don't need eight boxes of dorayaki..." you shook your head, only wanting to get what you needed in order to save money.

mikey gaped at you, and his expression began to change.

his eyebrows furrowed in an annoyed glare, arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. crossing his legs inside the cart, mikey puffed his cheeks out and turned his nose up at you as you began pushing him around the store.

most people in the store knew this was a common occurrence between the two of you, paying you no mind. but there are still some newcomers who gave you two curious and confusing stares.

a teenage girl pushing a teenage boy around in a shopping cart; definitely not something they see on a daily basis.

you let out an exasperated sigh as mikey's brat mode, as you called it, made it's appearance.

"mikey, it's not the end of the–"

he angrily knocked down one of the boxes of cereal that you passed, glaring at you in his bratty nature.

your eyebrow twitched, "mikey–"

he knocks down another box.

"mike–"

down goes another box.

"ya know what–"

he knocks down another box.

"i'm not dealing–"

and another.

"with this–"

and another.

"shit today."

and another.

tossing your hands up in surrender, you pivoted on your heels and walked away from mikey, leaving him in the shopping cart in the middle of the cereal aisle.

many bystanders looked to you with sympathy, others your own age were trying to stiffle their laughs or looked at the situation with amusing gazes. others, mainly the parents, shook their heads at mikey and prayed for your sanity.

unbeknownst to mikey, you'd gone up to the front of the store, simply grabbing another shopping cart, and you were going to continue the shopping on your own.

you started on the other side of the store, furthest from mikey to give yourself a breather, and began to cross things off of your list.

you found yourself in the produce section, knowing damn well mikey wouldn't follow you into the healthy food section. hell, you knew he wouldn't follow you at all until he got what he wanted.

but, he had a trick to get your attention back to him.

as you were scanning over the tubs of strawberries, observing them to see which ones would taste the best. someone cleared their throat beside you, and you turned to them.

"oh i'm sorry," you turned the stranger, who happened to be a middle aged woman. "am i in your way?" you went to move out of her way, but she stopped you with a kind smile.

"no, no, you're fine," she gentle coaxed you back. she began to laugh. "i saw your mishap with the little blonde boy earlier. he's quote the character, i must say. he your little brother?" you nervously scratched at your cheek.

"haha n-no," you laughed slightly as you went back to observing the tubs of strawberries. "boyfriend, actually. a bratty one too." the woman let out a pleasantly surprised gasp.

"is that right," she began scanning the fruits along side you. "i had a boyfriend just like that when i was your age."

"oh, really" you asked with a little interested lift to your tone, finally picking out the tub of strawberries you wanted. they're a handful, aren't they?" the woman smiled with a nod, laughing.

"most definitely," she picked up her own fruit, before turning back to you. "i remember this one time where–" she was cut off by a loud voice coming over the entercom of the store.

MAY THE CUSTOMER, L/N Y/N COME TO THE FRONT PLEASE, WE HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU!

"oh god," you groaned aloud, already knowing who the call was about... "what the hell did he do?" the woman next you simply laughed, waving you off, gently urging you to go.

"well i'm assuming that's you, dear," she began to wheel her own shopping cart away. "you and your boyfriend take care, now."

your head dropped back as you released an irritated groan, taking your cart with you towards the front of the store. people who witnessed the cereal box fiasco looked to you with amusement, as they watched you heave out a sigh.

"oh my god..."

at the front of the store, mikey was in front standing with many employees. crocodile tears cascaded down mikey's cheeks as the store associates tried to console him.

"she's coming soon," one of the associaties tried to reason gently. "no need to cry."

"um," you decided to make your presence known. "what exact–" mikey quickly ran to you.

"Y/N," he screamed with joy, sprinting over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "i thought you left me!" you playfully rolled your eyes at his childish antics.

"you're such a," you sighed, not bothering to finish your sentence. running your fingers through his hair, you laughed slightly as mikey nuzzled his face into your chest. "well, i'm here now. i'd never leave you, so quit causing trouble for these people."

mikey gave a soft hum, tightening his grip on you. pressing his chin into your chest, mikey looked up at you with expectancy. you groaned, knowing what he was wanting.

"fine," after giving the workers a bow in apology before turning away. pulling away, you tugged mikey along with you, hand wrapped gently around his wrist. "come on. i'll get your stupid dorayaki." mikey pumped his fist in the air, knowing he'd won, before wrapping an arm around your waist as he walked along side you.

"yay! love youuu~" you rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you mumbled under your breath in a loving tone,

"yeah yeah...yer such a brat."

[aiden-gd]

Mourning for a wildflower

After a bad exam, I assured myself, it's okay. This happens. I just didn't prepare well enough. I'll do it better next time.

And after i heard my dad won't be able walk for some months, I assured my mother, it was bad luck. Such things happen. Accidents happen everyday in the life we're living. As mere humans, I don't think we have the right to complain abt things that can't be controlled.

When dad told me he was scared of the surgery, I gave him reassurance again, that it'll be over before he could realize. So no need to worry about it so much bc manifesting worries are bad for his mental health.

Such things happen. It was just luck. There had to be one family going through such troubles and we just happened to be the one this time. These hard times, will soon pass. I continued cooking meals for the family, doing house chores and watering the plants Dad used to take care of. I'll just get used to this new normal or so I thought. I listened to songs and sketch anything that came in my mind.

Tried to hang on, like I told many people to do so, I was barely hanging on a thin thread with my whole weight pulled down. But it's okay.

This suffocating feeling will go away soon.

Listening to my mother's sarcastic comments on me, listening to her gossip became my new normal thing since I didn't want to leave her alone in this kind of time. I just thought I'll give her the "company" even if it was to listen to things that's got my ears bleeding. As I was barely making it, I read the new chapter and my favorite character died.. I tried to convince myself it's just a character. After all these time, I had already gotten used to the habit of writing his name down randomly almost everywhere I go, everytime I got a chance to write, and now I'm already used to it. How am I supposed to go through this again? Sigh.

It'll be okay.

Then, slowly days went by. I went up to the roof again to water my plants. And I noticed something different. The wildflower that used to grow at corner was stepped on by someone. I sat down to examine it. It was smashed, broken, torn into pieces.

Suddenly, my face felt so hot.

I hugged my knees tightly and mend my eyes on it. I couldn't help it anymore.

I can't take this.

Please. Why can't stop my tears from falling down?

I graze my fingers on the tarnished petals.

I cried. In agony. In pain.

I wept just like baby as I held onto myself again. I mourned just like how I would do for a friend.

I first met her in the corner trying to live the best of her life. I felt pity so I had started to water her everyday. I felt like it was just yesterday when it's flower bloomed and beamed across my face. Now I just hold onto her sorrowful nonexistence.

And then all the questions that I buried came ringing in my head.

Why? Just why? Why? Why is this happening? Why do I have to "unlucky"? Why can't I live normally. I don't need to be happier. I just want to my normal things, live normally, and struggle with my usual things. Why? Why do all these things happen to me? To us? To anyone who doesn't interfere with anything and is barely hanging on their life. What part of me deserves this?

As river flows, as fire fluids erupts from a volcano, my tears came running down. I cried loud. As loud as I can, I screamed biting my knees because my heart felt so heavy. So heavy I didn't find the courage to get up from mourning for my wildflower. Why am I like this? Why do I keep on going? Why? Why ? Why can't I give up?

I knew she might bloom again. Someday. Another day.

But will she remember me ?

Why?

Why.?

Why..

[virtuangel]

ohhhh yeah, i get it. i only rewatch like,,,, two/three perfs from kingdom with one being on repeat just bc there's no studio version and i like the song but !!! the rest is kinda,,,, alright but not something i rlly need to watch :// but what are your favourite performances from both show btw !!! i didn't even ask :o also,,,, a strawberry, i love it <3

im sorry for always replying so late skdjjkjbkdsnjs BUT hm faves... (this ended up being ridiculously long for some reason so im putting it under a read more)

for rtk: heroine, reveal (catching fire), be mine, it's raining, the we must love, quasi una fantasia, photo!!!!! also tbz and i think? onf's intro perfs!!! maybe golchas too? it was either onf or golcha or both honestly i can't remember but i remember there being smth i rlly liked in there!! i really liked come back home & basquiat & new world but more as songs than . the perfs (or ok i liked the perfs in the mvs more than on the show). lit perf gets bonus points for having rapper seoho. i literally listen to this version more than the original song because of that verse. it makes me go a bit insane. it's ranked like 2 or 3 songs higher than the original version in my oneus song ranking i think. yeah.

heroine makes me cry to this day i really genuinely love it so much it's insane. like. everything about it. like if u wanted my commentary i would just pause literally every 2 seconds to point out smth i like or just to cry about it all? ALSO CHANGMIN'S SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sighs ok moving on, reveal is iconic it doesn't need an explanation i think. i think we all get it. i was rewatching it recently nd i noticed that literally every time i see the moment when hyunjae runs up to the . things they lift whatever. if i'm watching the show cut w the others' reactions i literally have this a bit insane hehehhehehehe laugh like. am i ok. like hehehehe ure not ready for this (and neither am i). also i literally can't listen to the original version of reveal since this came out and i wish i was kidding but i'm really not like i literally just listen to this one. be mine is just beautiful to look at also romeo youngjo that's all thank u. also seoho during the last chorus (i think? im literally doing this from memory im sorrykdsfk) ..... yeah ... idk it's really nice and i think choosing romeo & juliet as the concept for this song was a great idea (nd i literally don't know how u come up with that. but it's so great). i like the storytelling in this one i rlly do <3 it's raining is the queen of performances no one does it like them!!!!!!!! like i genuinely thought i wouldn't be that attached to this perf when i first saw it? like funnily enough i was just like yea it's nice but whatever. but then it would randomly play in my head and i just couldn't stop it? and then i became obsessed. it's so fun...it's a little festival...also they literally made it's raining their song it's so. god it's so good. i'm going to lose my mind if i keep going. as for we must love well 1) [at the time it was] my fave onf title track? and the concept they chose for the performance just was like .... they literally did it for me it's so insanely just .. exactly what i would have wanted it's everything i love ?? ... it's so . i still kinda can't believe that performance exists like . i forgot to mention it at first because i keep forgetting about it because like . it can't be real???

for kingdom: love poem, i'll be your man, back door, move. i also remember being rlly excited for o sole mio (the red wedding) but i genuinely can't remember if i ended up liking it or not?

love poem is absolutely legendary i'm not gonna write a whole essay abt that, i'll be your man gave me everything i wanted (fave btob song, skz beloveds, those outfits were rlly pretty, blue hair jisung again!!!!!!!!!! nd neck tattoo..), and btob are so powerful that they made me appreciate back door how did they do that. i dont like back door. how did they do that. what did they do. how. and finally sf9 doing move was . . . everything i think we all get it i dont think anyone would dare to disagree