#idk how to tag this but god please somebody stop her

[bluevelvt]

lucinda wright i am outside your house and i just want to have a conversation don’t look at the sword i’m holding just wanna have a little chat

[marauder-level-chaos]

Invisible String Chapter One

I wrote this fic from the point of view of my OC because i just wanted to develop her a little more. Please let me know your feedback and opinions. It is a modern day Marauders fic with my OC x Fabian Prewett, wolfstar and Jily.

Tags: Swearing, roommates ish, idk what else

Despite her trusted Jeep Wrangler, the drive from New York to Boston was hell for Amethyst. The only reason she did it every weekend was because James and Sirius’ apartment had better alcohol than hers did. Also because they were her oldest friends and she missed them, but she would never admit that. Besides, she had never missed a game night and she wasn’t about to start now. It took her five hours and two iced lattes, but she finally made it.

“Right on time, Meth.” James greeted her with a hug. He had been the Black twins’ oldest friend. The three had been inseparable since their first day of boarding school at 11. That was so long ago, but Meth remembered it like it was yesterday. She had been to their apartment enough times by now to comfortably navigate her way around.  

“Where’s my brother?”

“Where do you think he is? The bathroom, as usual. He’s dressing up for Remus.”

“Those two finally decided to shag each other?” Remus was the boys’ next door neighbor. He had become a regular at the Black-Potter game nights when the boys moved into the apartment. Him and his roommate, Lily. Neither James nor Sirius complained about these new additions to their group. Though she often felt like a fifth wheel around them, Meth wasn’t complaining either. She had grown quite fond of both of them.

“We’re not shagging. Yet.” Sirius’ head poked out of the bathroom.

“How come you never dress up for me, then, Pads?” A knock on the boys’ front door cut their conversation short.

“I’LL GET IT!” Sirius yelled from the bathroom, making a beeline for the door. Running his hand through his hair a final time, he opened the door. “Hello, Remus.”

Remus stood there with his mouth slightly open. Sirius’ strategy to blind him with glitter and makeup seemed to be working. While the pair stared at each other for an uncomfortably long amount of time, James and Meth welcomed Lily inside.

“We brought Pictionary! And drinks, once Remus can stop staring at your brother.” The mention of his name snapped Remus back to reality.

“Right. I’ve got some hard lemonade right here.”

“Oh, and I invited a friend. I met him during a swim meet. He’s over at Boston University, wants to be a writer.” James would invite half of Boston into his apartment if he could.

“Is he hot?” James raised an eyebrow at Meth’s question. She simply shrugged. “What? I’m tired of being a fifth wheel around here.”

The games began shortly afterward. The five of them were very competitive as a group, especially Amethyst. She was second to Remus, behind only by one point. All she had to do was not let the Jenga tower in front of her fall and victory would be hers. Just as she was about to make her move, somebody knocked on their front door. In a moment of distraction, Meth accidentally knocked over the tower in front of her.

“That must be Fabian.” James got up to get the door.

“Is that the son of a bitch who cost me this round?”

“Be nice, we have guests. And he brought wine.” Meth rolled her eyes at how quickly her brother was willing to sell himself for a bottle of cheap merlot.

“I also brought a poker set. I wasn’t sure what kind of game night this was.”

“Excellent. Everybody, meet Fabian. Fab, that’s Sirius, Remus, Lily and Meth.” He was tall - six feet, Meth would guess - and well-structured. He was exactly her type.

“Meth? That’s an unusual name.”

“It’s short. Like she is.”

“Sirius, I swear to God-” She cut herself short and turned her attention to the stranger in front of her. “Amethyst. My name is Amethyst.”

He smiled and grabbed the empty seat next to her. “So what are we playing?”

“Now that we have an even number of players, we can play Pictionary.” For as bad an artist as she was, Lily was really excited about Pictionary. The group gave in and played a few rounds before moving on to poker. Sirius’ many requests for turning it into strip poker instead were denied.

“We know you want to see Remus’ dick, Siri,but try and keep it in your pants.”

“As if you don’t want to see James take his shirt off.” Sirius’ comment was directed at Lily but Meth couldn’t stop herself from imagining what Fab might look like under that baggy shirt.

“Is this how these always go?” Fab leaned in closer to Meth’s ear and whispered.

“Usually. This isn’t even the worst of it.”

“At least tell me they’re hot. If they’re going to start stripping, I’d rather know what I’m in for.”

“You do know Sirius is my twin, right?”

“I did not know not. James did not tell me that.” Fab turned nearly as red as his hair. “Identical?”

“Minus the penis, yes. Mine’s bigger.”

Fab laughed and Meth realized she hadn’t heard something so contagiously beautiful in a very long time. Or ever, to be honest. He was as fun as he was handsome. That was going to be trouble for her. As the fatigue and hunger from their days set in, game night was brought to a pause. James offered to order dinner for the group. Lily and Sirius’ bickering had evolved into her braiding his hair in a corner. Meth decided to use this opportunity to stretch her legs. She grabbed her beer and headed for the balcony outside.

“Care to join me? This is one of my favorite views in the city.” Fab was only too quick to take her up on her offer. The night was chillier than either of them expected it to be. It was refreshing. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that Fab was sitting close enough to her for her to be able count the freckles on his face, but he was even prettier in the moonlight. Definitely trouble. They weren’t outside for very long before James called them back inside.

“Food’s here. You can flirt later.”

“We weren’t flirting. We weren’t even talking.”

“Meth, you were looking at him with literal hearts in your eyes so please don’t give me that bullshit.” She hadn’t realized that until James pointed that out. James could be wrong. Meth really wasn’t the type of girl to look at anyone with hearts in her eyes, no matter how handsome they were.

Taglist: @quickbright

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[lucinations]

you – Vivianne Miedema x Reader

prompt: You know maybe a fluff angst imagine ? (Viv ofc)

a/n: okay this is sort of angsty? idk I’m rubbish at angst but here ya’ll go this took forever to write there are SO MANY EMOTIONS 

“Come on girls, my grandmother can run faster than that,” joked our coach, Joe, as I ran to intercept a ball for what felt like the 50th time.

“That’s some fit grandma,” I grumbled under my breath, passing it to Daan, and there was a breathless chuckle to my left.

“Bloody hate running,” Viv grumbled, and I nodded. There was a sharp whistle sound and the players stopped running.

“Alright girls, blue team wins. See you all tomorrow, bright and early for game day,” Joe called, and we stopped running, slowly making our way over to the bench for a drink.

“You alright?” Viv asked me as I panted, reaching for my kitbag.

“Give me a sec,” I said, reaching into the side pocket, pulling out my inhaler and giving it a shake. I took a deep puff, holding my breath.

“That bad huh?” Viv asked, and I nodded, smiling as much as I could with my mouth closed.

Slowly, after a sec I let out my breath.

“You’ve done that a lot lately,” Viv said, raising an eyebrow, “You sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” I said, dropping the inhaler back into my bag and ignoring her worried glance, “Stop worrying, mum,”  

She gave me an unimpressed look. “Excuse me for caring about you,”

I smiled slightly at that, feeling my stomach make a few giddying flips.

“Wow? Is that genuine affection in your voice?” I asked sarcastically, “Didn’t know you were capable of that,”

There was laughter from the other girls, and Viv shook her head, leaning over the kitbag to punch me on the shoulder.

As the rest of the group filed towards the changing room and I followed suit, she sidled up to me.

“I was going to ask,” she said, falling into step next to me, “Did you want to come over this weekend? Lisa’s going up to Scotland to visit her parents, and I want someone to yell at the TV with when football is on,”

I had to fight the urge to smile as my heart thumped in my chest.

“Er. . .I was actually headed into London for a shop and dinner on Saturday,”

“Oh. . .dinner? You got a hot date or something?” she joked, and I smiled.

“Nah, just by myself,” I said, and she raised her eyebrows.

“You go to dinner by yourself?” she asked me, and I nodded.

“Sure,” I said, shrugging, “Not always someone available when I want fish and chips,”

“Look no further,” she said, “You mind if I tag along?” she asked, and I raised my eyebrows, surprised as we went into the changing room.

“I mean. . . sure, yeah,” I said, smiling.

“I’ll pick you up? We both know you can’t drive in London to save your life,” she said with a laugh, and I frowned as I stuffed the remainder of my clothes into my kitbag.

“Sounds good,” I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice, “Malin? Let’s go? See you later, guys,”

There was a chorus of ‘Byes’ as I stepped out of the changing room, bag slung over my shoulder and a smile spread over my face, followed by Malin. Since we lived so close to each other, we tended to carpool to trainings and games.  My heart felt like it had grown wings that were violently fluttering in my chest, and the more I thought about the fact I’d be spending the majority of my weekend with Viv, the more my stomach did giddy flips.

“Be careful,” Malin said from next to me.

“Hm?” I asked, pulled out of my daydream.

“With Viv, I mean,” she said, as we stepped out of the compound and walked towards the car park.

“What do you mean?” I asked with a frown, fishing around for my keys.

“She’s already got someone, Y/N” she said, “Don’t let yourself fall into that trap,”

“What are you talking about?” I asked with a chuckle, unlocking the car and opening the driver’s side door while Malin went around to sit in the passenger’s seat.

“I see the way you look at her, Y/N. I might be new to this team, but I’m not blind. How long have you been in love with her?”

since I met her for the first time last year. 1 year, 20 days, 7 hours and 30 minutes.

“In love?” I asked incredulously, starting the car, “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m not,” Malin said seriously, “You talk about her all the time, and the smile you get on your face when she talks to you Y/N. . .”

She gave me a pitiful look, and I could feel the dread filling me up like a rising tide as we drove.

I let out a sigh. “Is it that obvious?”

“No,” Malin admitted, “But I’ve come to know you pretty well, and I’m pretty observant. So, how long?”

“Long enough,” I said with another sigh, “I’m pretty sick of it if I’m honest,”

“I can imagine,” Malin said, “You’re only hurting yourself though, you know, by hanging around her,”

“Can’t exactly avoid her,” I said, and Malin raised her eyebrows.

“Maybe not, but I don’t think spending your weekend with her is a good idea,” she said, and I bit my lip. I knew she was right.

The truth was, I couldn’t stay away from Viv. I liked her so much it hurt, and watching her love someone else was equally painful, but so far I had consoled myself with the time spent as her friend.

“I’ll be okay. I just have to wait it out, it’ll pass,” I said, and Malin sighed.

“I hope, for your sake, that you’re right,”

* * * * * *

I hated being wrong.

2 years, 120 days, 14 hours and 20 minutes

“Y/N?” Viv’s voice snapped me out of my daydream, “Are you even listening to me?”

“Hm?” I asked, and she smiled as our eyes met.

“Who are you daydreaming about? You’re like a lovesick puppy lately,” she asked me.

You, my brain said.

“No one,” I replied, as the sounds of the restaurant returned to me. We had gone out for dinner with Malin and Lisa, and the four of us were sitting in our favorite sushi restaurant in SoHo.  

Liar, my brain snorted.

“Fine fine, if you won’t tell me I’ll just have to find out on my own,” she said cheekily.

I love you, my brain screamed.

“Please don’t,” I told her semi-seriously, reaching for another piece of sushi.

“We actually invited you both to dinner to tell you something. . .” Lisa said, and Viv smiled so broadly it basically covered half her face.

“What?” I said with a chuckle, and when I looked up from my plate of sushi, Viv was holding out her hand across the table.

There, barely a meter from my face, sitting, glittering on Viv’s finger as if it was taunting me, was an engagement ring.

“Oh my god!” Malin said with an incredulous laugh, as Lisa laughed at the shocked expression on her face, “Congratulations guys,”

I could feel Viv’s eyes on my face, and I looked up to meet her eye. She looked expectant, eyes sparkling with excitement and happiness. Malin glanced over at me worriedly.

It felt like somebody had punched me in the face as my breath left me.

“Y/N! Say something!” Viv said with an anxious chuckle, and I had to shake myself out of my shock.

“Gosh. . .” I said, breathlessly, “Wow. . .guys, congratulations!” I managed to bring out, and Viv smiled brightly, chuckling.

“You froze there for second,” she said, and I gave her a watery smile.

“Yeah,” I said, with a weak chuckle.

“I was going to ask you to be my best man. . .well, best woman,” Viv said, and the fist that was closing around my heart tightened.  

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Malin’s hand squeezed mine under the table.

“I. . .yeah, gosh. . .of course!” I brought out, and my voice was trembling, making Viv frown lightly.

“So when are you planning it for?” Malin asked Lisa, and their conversation fell away as my vision tunnelled. Viv leaned over the table with concern in her eyes.

“Hey, you alright?” she asked, and I nodded. I could feel the tears filling my eyes as I avoided Viv’s gaze.

I desperately tried to control my breath and my facial expressions as my emotions threatened to burst out of me.

“Yeah. . .just hot in here, isn’t it. . .just a sec–”

The sound of my chair grating backwards interrupted my stuttering, and I stood up.

I didn’t even glance back as I headed straight for the bathroom, my heart thumping in my chest and the blood rushing deafeningly in my ears.

I barely made it to the stall and locked the door before the tears spilled from my eyes and my body started to shake with sobs. It felt like every neuron in my body had been set on fire, as white-hot tendrils of pain coursed from my chest, my heart, to the rest of my body. I put a hand on my heaving chest as I started to sob, tears rolling down my cheeks.

She’s engaged.

The words thumped through my brain, like a siren at full volume in my head.

A knock at the stall door made me jump, as I struggled to bring in breaths.

“Y/N?” came Malin’s distinct accent, and I unlocked the door, swinging it open to reveal me sitting on the upturned toilet seat, face red and puffy and wet with tears.

She pulled me up and crushed me into a hug, and a renewed bout of tears steamed down my face.

“I can’t watch her marry someone else, Mal, I just can’t,” I said in between sobs.

“Then don’t,” Malin said quietly, holding me tight.

When we pulled away, I nodded, taking a deep breath and wiping the tears off my face.

“You’re right,”

* * * * *

“Do you think I should wear a suit? I mean, we could both wear a dress but I’m not sure I want the whole hassle of wearing one. . . .what do you think?”

I was sat at Viv and Lisa’s dinner table, staring down at the wedding catalogue open in front of me on the table. I wasn’t looking at it really, and I had tuned out Viv’s question.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Viv’s voice shook me out of my daze, and I looked up at her, eyes focusing on her. She was standing on the opposite side of the islands, hands on her hips and giving me a chastising look. She was wearing her favorite pair of grey sweatpants and plain white t-shirt. Her hair was up in her usual bun, the one I loved so much on her. 

It physically hurt to look at her.

“Hm? A dress? Not very you, is it?” I said, and she frowned.

“Yeah. . .What’s wrong? You’ve been off since the restaurant two weeks ago,” she asked, “You’ve been failing me in your best woman duties,” she joked.

Tell her.  

“I’m alright Viv,” I assured her, and she raised an eyebrow at me.

“You’re still my best friend Y/N, I know when you’re fibbing,” she replied, “Are you okay?”

No.

“No,” I said with a sigh, closing the magazine in front of me. The smiling bride on the cover taunted me.

“Okay. . . Want to tell what’s going on?” she asked, taking a few steps towards me and sitting down on the barstool to my left, so she was facing me.

“I–“

My throat felt like it was closing up. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t tell her.

You have to.  

“Hey,” she said softly, seeing the anxiety in my face and putting a hand on my knee, “Whatever it is, Y/N, you can tell me,”

The sudden contact startled me, and I stood up from the chair, putting some distance between me and her.

“I can’t come to your wedding,” I said hastily, going to stand on the opposite sideof the kitchen island and Viv frowned.

“What?” she asked, stunned, “Why not? Are you busy that day?”

“No–”

“ ‘Cause we could always find a way to–”

“I can’t come to your wedding because I’m in love with you,”

The words were out of my mouth before I could even stop them. It felt like they had been sitting at the back of my throat for a long time, waiting impatiently for the moment they could tumble out. I could feel my heart thumping threefold in my chest, could hear the blood roaring in my ears and the anticipation running through my veins.

The expression on Viv’s face was the equivalent of someone that had just been punched in the face.

“I– What? ” she asked, and the shock in her voice wasn’t hard to miss.

I looked straight at her.

“I have been in love with you for the past 2 years and–”, I steeled myself with another breath. “–I can’t watch you marry someone else, Vivianne, I just can’t,”

When Viv said nothing, I went on.

“It would break me, into a million pieces, and–” I said, my voice catching in my throat as tears welled up in my eyes, “–and I don’t think–. . . I don’t think anybody could put me back together again,”

The silence that followed was deafening. We looked at each other, her blue eyes staring into mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, hoarsely.

“I couldn’t,” I said sadly, “You were with someone and we both know neither of us are that kind of person,”

“You didn’t even give us a chance,” she said quietly. Her eyes were swimming with tears. “You didn’t even think about the possibility that we could be–”

“Be what?” I asked her, shaking my head, “Lisa makes you so happy, Viv, I see it every day. You are my best friend, and your happiness was so important to me,”

“And what about yours?” Viv said, standing up, “We could’ve been happy, could’ve been something–. . .but you didn’t even try, you. . . you gave up before it even started,”

I gave her a sad smile. “It’s okay, Viv–”

“No, it isn’t!” she shouted, taking several steps forward, and I was startled by the pain in her voice, “You are so important to me, don’t you understand that? I love you, for god’s sake and I–, I can’t lose you,”

Another silence. Her words sunk in, and several tears fell down my face.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, “I really am, but I can’t do this. I can’t be around you right now,”

She sniffed, wiping tears from her face. “I understand,”

Then, in two strides, she was standing in front of me, and she pulled me into a hug. She had done it so many times before, but the emotion in this one made my heart clench. I drank her in, her smell, he warmth, the way her arms felt wrapped around me, holding me. When we pulled away from each other, one of her hands grabbed mine, and we stood facing each other. Her face was inches from mine, breath fanning my face.

“Viv. . .” I said, a she leaned forward.

“Shush,” she said, before her lips met mine.

She kissed me and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be, her hand resting below my ear, thumb caressing my cheek.

When she pulled away, it felt like taking a breath of fresh air. I took a step back, my lips still tingling and the salty taste of tears lingering.

“I really hope you’re happy Viv,” I said sadly, and she smiled through a renewed bout of tears, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

She nodded, and with a a last smile, I turned away from her and strode out of the kitchen, away from her, away from my anguish and my feelings and ready to start over.

[buckybarnesthehotshot]

have you ever heard the song tryin to love you by jason aldean? it’s angsty as hell and i was wondering if you could do a request with that song. idk if you do songfics but if you do, could you please do one with bucky where the reader is trying to love him and he doesn’t believe her, so he ignores her and goes on a mission but when he comes back a few months later she’s dating someone else. it would be so amazing! thank you in advance.

trying to love you (bucky barnes x reader)

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summary: y/n gets tired of trying to love bucky

word count: 1472

warnings: swearing, arguing, angst i guess, bucky’s an asshole in this, and this is not proofread.

A/N: hiiii i haven’t heard the song before this request but i loved writing this omg and i am so sorry it took me a while to get to this request

       Bucky and y/n had a complicated relationship—if you could even call it that. y/n, as much as Bucky wouldn’t admit it, was the light of Bucky’s life. Hell, she was the light of the Avengers. She was great and she was the nicest person on the team. She was a fresh breath of innocence and kindness bestowed upon the team by Nick Fury.

       That’s what alarmed Bucky so much when she decided she wanted to get closer to him; when she tried befriending him. Why would someone so innocent, so bright, want him? Why would she want to associate herself with his blood-stained and darkened soul?

       “Bucky, I made cookies earlier and decided that maybe you want some. So, tell me, do you?” y/n smiled, walking into Bucky’s room. With an annoyed groan, he faced her, an impatient look on his face.

       “No, I don’t. Maybe if you’d stop assuming things and did something worthwhile with your time like training, you’d end up with some improvement in your technique when it comes to your abilities on the field,” Bucky rolled his eyes, pushing the plate of cookies away from himself, accidentally pushing the plate of warm cookies onto the floor.

        “Jeez, you could’ve said no,” y/n muttered, picking the cookies off the carpeted floor, her eyes filling with tears as the batch of cookies she’d just baked went to waste. Bucky, however, didn’t seem to understand why she’d been picking the cookies off the ground.

       “y/n, didn’t your parents ever teach you not to eat food of the floor? God, even your manners are out of place here,” Bucky shook his head in disapproval, trying to hold back his instinct to help y/n pick the cookies off the floor.

       “Sorry, I-I just didn’t want to leave a mess,” y/n bowed her head down, ashamed at how he’d been berating her as her voice broke. Compared to everyone else on the team, something about Bucky drew her closer to him; made him crave his approval. She just wanted to be enough for him. She just wanted him to love her the same way she loved him.

       If she could turn her feelings of with a press of a button, she would have done in without thinking twice. By the gods of Asgard, love was a feeling that had her floating on air. A feeling that filled her with joy. But damn, loving Bucky Barnes was hard. Even after everything he’d put her through, she still found herself trying to love him.

       The moment she’d picked off all the cookies from the floor, she headed into the corner of his room where his trash bin was, and dropped the plate of cookies into the bin, her eyes glossing over with tears. Bucky wanted to make his way across the room and apologize, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

       ‘It’s all an act,’ he’d told himself every time he found himself wanting to comfort y/n. He just knew that past that goody-two-shoes act, something was just too shady about y/n and her façade.

       y/n, ignoring the tears welling up in her eyes, bolted out his room as fast as her legs could take her, into her bedroom—which unfortunately for her—right across from Bucky’s, slamming the door shut behind her.

       She leaned against the wood of the door, sobbing her eyes out as she chastised herself yet again for what she’d just done. Silly her, she should have known better than to be nice to a man as cruel as Bucky. But damn it, she didn’t want to hurt Bucky. Not even after everything he’d put her through.

       Unbeknownst to her, Bucky could hear every sob that tore through her body. It was one of the curses of having enhanced hearing. He somehow convinced himself that it was all a trick; that she was taking advantage of his enhanced hearing with her fake sobs.

       Little did he know, y/n, as she sobbed, was already thinking up ways she could make it up to Bucky, unable to scratch the look of annoyance on his face from her brain. She felt as though she was wrong for trying to do something nice for Bucky. She felt as though she was the one suffocating him.

       To Bucky’s relief, her sobs quieted down and with a sigh, she headed to her bed, telling herself she’d apologize to Bucky the day after that.

       Little did she know, he had to leave extremely early that morning for an undercover mission. One he knew would take a while to accomplish as rushing the mission could put so much on the line.

       Ignoring the pain in his heart when he boarded the quinjet without saying his goodbyes to her. Why would he, though? It wasn’t like she was anyone to him, right?

       “Nat, do you know where Bucky is?” y/n questioned, skipping into the kitchen, seeing Nat sipping on a mug of dark coffee. Nat’s tired green eyes widened in shock at the realization that y/n didn’t know. Yesterday, she’d just assumed y/n baked Bucky a batch of cookies as a way to say goodbye and she broke down in tears knowing she wouldn’t see him in a while. Well, this was definitely one hell of a wrong assumption.

       “Did you forget? He went on that undercover mission earlier today,” Natasha explained, her brows furrowing at the sight of the confusion on y/n’s face.

       “Did I forget? Nat, I didn’t even now!” y/n exclaimed, her eyes welling up with tears. Of course, he wouldn’t tell her. It’s not like she was somebody to him based off the way he’d been repeatedly treating her.

        “Wait, for reals? I really thought he would’ve told you about this mission. I mean seriously, he cares about you. I don’t know how caring about someone works, but I’m pretty sure that if you care about someone, you’d let them know before going to a mission for a couple months!” Nat gasped, wrapping her arms around y/n.

       “Well, he doesn’t care about me. I’ll just have to deal with that, I guess,” y/n chuckled sadly, sobbing into Natasha’s shoulder. Finally, she was able to admit it to herself and someone; Bucky didn’t care about her. There was no point in trying to love him.

       That was the first step for her to finally get over him. She knew that the distance—after she’d thought about it for quite a while—would work in her favor. She didn’t have to try getting Bucky to love her back if he wasn’t there.

       Meanwhile, while working undercover in a luxury hotel in Malta with a handful of SHIELD agents, Bucky found himself laying in bed, unable to sleep, realizing there was no way y/n could have faked those sobs he’d heard from her room the day before he left.

       It was there he realized that he broke her. y/n, the kindest most innocent person he knew, broke down into tears because of him. He’d never seen or heard her cry before that point. Not even during the times she’d been injured while she was out on the field. He fucked up and he knew he had to make it up to her when he got back.

       Those two months, while working on the mission, his thoughts occasionally wandered off to those of y/n. He found himself wondering if she’s missed him or if she’d found someone new. Her smile was the first thing he imagined in the morning, her laugh the last thought on his head before drifting off to sleep; dreams of her filling his head.  

       He’d thought distancing himself from y/n was going to get him to forget the instinct to gravitate closer to her, but it did the exact opposite. He found himself craving for y/n’s presence while he was away.

       That was probably why it stung when he got off the quinjet, a swarm of clapping SHIELD agents surrounding them as he and the SHIELD team got off the aircraft. There were at least a hundred agents surrounding them in the hangar, but none of them were y/n.

       He moved through the multiple floors and rooms of the compound in search for y/n. His mind was finally put at ease the moment he heard it; her beautiful giggle coming from the lounge area of the compound.

       He got closer and closer to y/n before his eyes widened at the sight in front of him; y/n was watching a movie as she usually did on weekends. The only difference was she was now cuddling up to Steve’s side.

       He was too late. She was finally tired of trying to love him and moved on to someone they both knew could return the same love she gave. Though it pained him, that man just wasn’t him.

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[Tales from the Pack] Minghao: Find Our Way (Part Ten)

Characters: Minghao x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, kinda angst??? but not really?????? idk what to call it lmao

Word count: 2,123

Summary: You already knew who you were meant to be with and how your life was supposed to go. The only thing keeping you and the life you were destined to lead apart was the fact you were blind. At least, for now, you could meet him in your dreams.

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Yeji spent the better half of three days trying to get somebody in your stupid pack to follow her. The closest she could get was intriguing Jihoon, who apparently wasn’t supposed to be fond of animals. But no matter how hard she tried, nobody seemed to want to listen to her. So she resorted to trying to get things done on your end. If she could figure out how to break the barrier or undo what the witch had done to block the pack from finding you, then she wouldn’t need to get the wolves’ attention. She could just sit back and wait for you to be rescued. It was just a matter of figuring out what exactly that old hag had done to get rid of the pull.

You were surprised that Yeji stuck around the cottage with you. She normally went off elsewhere, though you never could quite figure out where she had gone. You still weren’t even sure what happened to the witch, but she never showed up. You weren’t entirely sure if she was something you had to worry about still, but you figured that was something you’d only know if she showed up.

Meow.

You looked up from one of the spell books you were reading on the couch to see Yeji perched on one of the shelves of the many bookshelves, her tail flicking off the side.

“What?” you asked.

Over the last few days, you’ve started talking to her more like a regular human rather than in a strange voice that you typically spoke to animals in. You didn’t know it, but Yeji appreciated it.

She stood up and pawed one of the books off the shelf, the book falling to the floor with a thud.

“You want me to read that book instead?” you guessed.

Then she hit off another book. And a third.

“Do you...want me to read all of them?”

She gave a single nod as she sat back down.

“Are we looking for something?”

Yeji jumped down from the shelf and flipped one of the books on the floor over with her paw before she began flipping pages until she reached the front of the book. Then she sat down and began scanning the pages with her eyes.

You got up from the couch with your book that you were only half through reading -- you were very slow with it because you hadn’t read anything since you were a child. You sat on the floor beside her and opened the book in your lap.

“How am I supposed to know what I’m looking for?” you asked.

Yeji could only glance up at you before going back to her book, flipping the page with her paw.

-

The pack was so sure it must’ve been some sort of coincidence that the black cat with green eyes led them to the witch. It couldn’t have been the familiar because they couldn’t figure out why a familiar would want to kill its owner. The familiar was there to help its witch, so it made no sense for the familiar to want her dead.

So they paid it no attention.

While Minghao refused to stop his searches, Soomin was flipping through the large book she’d managed to get back from her old cottage after it burned down. She was desperate for answers for the poor wolf, but the book was big and she was unfamiliar with it. Beom could easily flip to the exact page she needed, but Soomin had to scan every single page to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

“Oh!” she gasped as she read something that seemed like it might be the answer to why Minghao couldn’t feel the pull to you anymore.

“What, love?” Wonwoo asked from beside her.

She pointed to the page, “Would an item to keep werewolves away be able to keep a werewolf away from its mate?”

Wonwoo scanned the page as he hummed in thought, “I’m not sure... Since the pull is strong, I’m not sure what exactly would be able to overpower it.”

“This might be it,” she insisted. “This might be why Minghao can’t sense _____ anymore. Unfortunately, even if it is, we have no way of getting the item she cast the spell on.”

“But we know she might be okay,” Wonwoo shrugged, trying to find the bright side in this. “That’s definitely useful.”

Soomin offered a small smile, “Yeah. I’m sure Minghao will be somewhat happy to hear we might have an answer, even if we don’t have a solution.”

“You did well, love,” Wonwoo smiled before placing a small kiss to her temple.

-

It took the better portion of the day for you to get toward the end of the large book you had been reading. You were concentrating extra hard since Yeji had already gone through three books on her own. She had yet to make any sound, so you assumed she didn’t find anything of use.

Your eyes followed your finger as you tried to read the words, your brows furrowed in concentration. You couldn’t even be worried about Yeji judging you for taking so long -- not that she was -- because you were too focused on trying to find whatever it was that the cat was sure you would find.

“Wait,” you spoke up as you flipped back between the last three pages you’d read, making Yeji’s head snap up, “this section seems to be about werewolves. Is that useful?”

Yeji softly meowed as she wormed her way into your lap. She pressed her front paws on the book, making you drop it to the floor on the page it was on. She began flipping through pages, her green eyes scanning words quickly before she stopped on something and meowed loudly. You leaned forward to read the page she left her paw on.

“How to ward off werewolves,” you read slowly, your head tilting to one side. You continued to read, taking in the information given before the actual ingredients and spell were listed. “So you essentially make some sort of object made out of silver and wolfs bane, place a spell on it to ward them off, and place them all around the place you want protected. So...we have to find all of the ‘talismans’ and destroy them.”

Meow.

Yeji seemed to be confirming your suspicions. She looked up at you with a new look in her eyes that you couldn’t quite read since she was, well, a cat. But you gave her head a pat and smiled.

“We’re getting closer,” you told her, though it was mostly reassurance for yourself. “Let’s get to it, then. This place is small so it can’t be too hard, right?”

But it was very hard. You knew what to look for thanks to the instructions in the book, but the small cottage was still cluttered with things, and it could’ve been hidden anywhere. So after a quick sweep of the place -- in which you came up empty handed -- you began desperately tearing the place apart. Yeji was knocking vases and jars and books off of shelves while you were ripping cushions off the couch and undoing the bedding on the bed in the bedroom. 

But still, you found nothing.

“It can’t be this hard to find wolfs bane encased in silver, can it?” you asked as you looked around at the mess you’d made in the den. From where you stood, you could see that the kitchen was no better with broken plates and silverware all over the floor. As you realized you’d looked literally everywhere in the house, you let out a defeated sigh and sat on the floor. “God, what’re we gonna do? I’m never getting home!”

Meow!

Yeji rushed over to you and began headbutting your side. But it wasn’t like she wanted attention, it was a forceful push like she wanted you to get up, but you weren’t sure why.

“What?” you wondered.

Meeeow!

You shifted over, hearing a slight creak when you got off of your spot on the floor. It was where the large area rug once was, but that had long since been removed and shoved in a heap in the corner of the room when you began looking.

Yeji stepped on the space you had been sitting, hearing the floor creak like she did the first time you sat down on it. But since you weren’t speaking, you heard it this time. She moved her weight off of it and heard it creak before stepping on it again and hearing the same squeak as before.

Meow!

She began pawing at the loose floorboards, looking up at you intently.

You nodded, knowing what she wanted you to do. You scrambled to your feet and went to the kitchen, grabbing a knife off of the floor before rushing back to the room and getting on your knees by the cat. You jammed the knife in between the boards and wiggled it while also trying to push it upward. After a few tries, the board came loose enough that you were able to lift it out of place. Then you managed to pry a few more before Yeji dove into the space, going under the floor of the house.

“Yeji?” you called as she disappeared into darkness.

You tried to peer in but it was far too dark for you to see anything. So you sat back and waited for the cat to appear, your heart hammering in your chest. You hoped this was it because you couldn’t find anything anywhere else and this was your last--

Her tiny head popped up, her teeth holding a wad of melted silver that was holding a few stems of wolfs bane together. She dropped it on the floor in front of you before she ducked back under the house.

“Yeji!” you squealed in praise as you picked the small thing up and examined it. You leaned down to put your head in the hole, asking, “How do we destroy it?”

Her face was suddenly right in front of yours with another tiny talisman in her mouth. You quickly sat up so she could leap up from under the floorboards, watching her trot over to the fireplace and toss it in. Then she walked back to the hole and jumped in again.

You stared at the makeshift talisman, turning it around in your fingers. You weren’t sure why you wanted to examine it before getting rid of it, but you observed it for a few seconds before tossing it into the fire and waiting for Yeji to bring the rest.

-

It wasn’t that Minghao wasn’t grateful for Soomin’s research, he was just bummed that he was no closer to getting you back. Sure, he knew what was causing the problem, but it didn’t mean he had a solution. All he could do was hopelessly try to find you even though he had no leads or hints as to where the witch had taken you.

“Jihoon, have you been outside all day?” Chan asked as he sat down at the table for dinner, the rest of the pack having already taken their seats.

“You should take after me, pup,” Jihoon told him with a dry tone. “Some fresh air might do you some good.”

“It’s not fun if I can only stay in the backyard,” the youngest mumbled.

“He was looking for that cat again,” Danbi ratted him out with a giggle.

“I was not!” he insisted. “It’s just some cat.”

“I wish it would come back,” Junhui frowned. “I bet Jihoon scared it off.”

“It wouldn’t even come close to me or Hansol,” Seungkwan told them as scooped food onto his plate now that the mates had theirs. “It just kept meowing and walking further into the woods whenever we got closer.”

Minghao had drowned out the conversation, much like he had been doing since you went missing. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else anyway, and the pack stopped calling his name to get him to focus because they knew it wouldn’t do any good. They just let him stay in his own little bubble.

But this time, he snapped himself out of his own thoughts as he abruptly stood up, his chair falling back on the floor with a loud crash. The pack looked up at him as he stared wide-eyed at nothing, his mouth slightly open.

“What?” Soonyoung wondered.

“I can feel her,” he said barely above a whisper before he locked eyes with his alpha. “The pull is back!”

And before anybody could say anything, he had turned and run toward the nearest exit and out of the house.

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Everything I Wanted

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: A cute little 1.1k

Summary: You and Tom never fight, but you are right now.

Warning(s): Some swear words, horribly written angst and some fluff, not edited, probably a whole bunch of mistakes

A/N: I ahven’t written in what feels like forever so here we go, something short :) Hopefully the tags work this time, if not, idk what to do anymore ~Thank you Kriti for giving me the ones you would like to read, I love you~

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You and Tom never argued. Ever. It was something that you both took pride in. Most roommates that you knew were down each other's throats at least once a week, if not more often. 

But that wasn’t the case with you. The apartment that you lived in currently had been your shared home with Tom for a little over five years. There were a lot of memories in your humble abode, but not a single one of them had ever contained fighting.

Until this very moment.

You don’t exactly recall how you got here, everything’s a little blurry. 

All you know is that a girl, who you had never seen before, walked out of Tom’s room and it got you into a bad mood.

Which usually wouldn’t matter. Tom knows how to deal with your bad moods. Today, though, it seems as if he’s just as angry as you are. You don’t know why, however. What does he have to be mad at? Nothing happened to him.

And, yeah, one could argue that nothing happened to you either, but really, Tom did. He brought yet another girl home because he’s either oblivious to the fact that you’re madly in love with him, or he just doesn’t care. Either way, seeing her got your blood boiling.

“Why are you being so fucking rude all of a sudden y/n?” Tom screams, making you snap out of your thoughts. Tom had never once raised his voice at you, and it wasn’t something that you liked hearing.

“I’m not being rude, Tom. maybe I’m just over you being so damn inconsiderate.” You snap, not really wanting to answer his question. You were being rude, but it was because you wanted him. And you wanted him bad.

“Me? Inconsiderate?” He scoffs, “Okay, y/n, sure. I’m the inconsiderate one.” 

“You are!” Your voice had raised rapidly since this had started, and you didn’t like it. You hated screaming, especially at Tom. “You bring random girls home and you don’t even bother to be quiet, so all I hear at night is ‘oh, tom! Faster!’ and ‘oh my godddd’. I don’t want to hear you fucking somebody, so either soundproof your room or find somewhere else to do it.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” For a split second, he looks hurt, but then the scowl is set right back onto his face, “Do you want me to leave?”

“No! Of course I don’t want you to leave, that’s not what I meant by that!” Did he really think you wanted him to leave?

“Maybe I should leave, though.” His voice has lowered in volume, and he no longer seems angry, just tired. “Maybe it would be better if I left.”

“No, Tom, please, I don’t want you to leave.” You say, begging him to stay. “We’ll get through this, it's fine.”

“It’s not fine, y/n, and you know that. Even if we don’t fight, there are still the comments thrown my way whenever I mess up. The ‘why can’t you clean up after yourself’ and the ‘i wish i had a better roommate.’” He runs his hand through his hair, messing up the curls he worked so hard to keep in place. “We can’t keep this up, I’m sorry. I think this is better for the both of us. I’ll leave my share of the rent for the next couple months and I’ll keep paying it until the lease is up or until you get a new roommate.”

He turns and starts walking to his room. It only takes you a second to run after him and wedge yourself between his arm and the wall, coming to a stop in front of him.

“No, you can’t leave.” You can feel the tears threatening to fall, and you really don’t want them to, but your heart feels like it’s about to shatter.

“Y/n, please, look, I’m sorry. Really. I’m sorry that I’m not what you signed up for. You deserve a better roommate.” He closes his eyes and turns his head upwards for a moment. When he looks back at you, you can see the unshed tears waiting to fall. “I hope the next one treats you better. Doesn’t leave for months at a time and come back so tired that they can’t function. Really, it’s fine. I’m not what you wanted.”

You laugh, actually laugh at the boy standing in front of you. So he’s really just been oblivious this entire time?

“What’s so funny?” He asks, eyes narrowing.

“You’re so oblivious.” You start. “ And if this were any other time, I probably wouldn’t tell you this, but you’re already threatening to leave, so the worst that you can do is do just that.” You’re the one running your hands through your hair now, making it tangle around your fingers. “You’re everything I wanted, Tom. Everything, and more.” You inhale deeply and then breathe out, quite dramatically, before continuing. “I love you, Tom. and no, not like that. Not in the way we’ve been saying it for the past five years.” You can’t make yourself look at him at this point. “I’m in love with you, I got rude today because I was jealous. I’m sorry.”

You give him a minute to process, still keeping your eyes from meeting his.

After what seems like an eternity, he speaks up, “So, you don’t want me to leave?”

“No, Tom, please don’t.” You beg.

He cups your face in his hands and brings your eyes to meet his own, “I love you too, y/n. And not like that. Not in the way we usually say it. I fell in love with you a while ago.”

He pulls you into him, and you instantly melt into his chest. All of the stress from the prior actions leaving your body.

He lifts a hand from your back to play with your hair and mumbles, “Do you wanna go cuddle?”

You instantly pull away from him and grab his hand, running to his room.

“Slow down, no need to run.” He laughs.

‘Yes there is, I wanna cuddle!” You all but squeal, jumping on his bed.

He climbs in after you, pulling you into his side. You curl into his, resting your head on his chest, legs tangled under the covers.

You fall asleep in his arms, letting the events of the day be forgotten.

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[paintedvanilla]

paintedvanilla’s good omens fic recommendations

here we have something I’ve been too shy to make for a while because. to be straight with you. more than half of these are explicit. and well. yeah.

works listed in escalating rating order (general -> teen -> mature -> explicit)

everything is completed unless otherwise noted.

Title: Bowties

Author: dvldegg ( @caerdroia )

Rating: General

Word Count: 776

Summary: “Newt needs help tying his bowtie. Crowley makes fun of Aziraphale. It's just a typical weekend.”

My Notes: This fic caused me to overdose on domestic cuteness.

Title: anywhere i go you go, my dear

Author: chamaenerion

Rating: General

Word Count: 1,533

Summary: “After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Crowley is reluctant to leave Aziraphale's side.”

My Notes: I will literally die i swear to god this has nervous and protective crowley and he’s clingy and overall I just wanted to scream I love him I love my boy and they’re so in love and they should always be allowed to be together

Title: Getting a Wiggle On

Author: Kedreeva

Rating: General

Word Count: 7,293

Summary: “Crowley's prank to leave Aziraphale with fake eggs to babysit does not go remotely as planned.”

My Notes: You’ve probably seen this concept floating around tumblr but this fic made me GENTLE because i have daddy issues and whenever people are like “crowley and aziraphale as parents” i have a fucking heart attack

Title: Adopt Don’t Shop - A Good Meowmans Fanfic

Author: lucky_spike

Rating: General

Word Count: 12,434

Summary: “Inspired by Chekhov's cat AU comics 'Good Meowmens', here is a fanfic in which Anathema and Newt are humans, and Aziraphale and Crowley are cats. Not disguised as cats, not trapped in cat bodies, just actual elderly cats that are inseparable.”

My Notes: I know some people think au’s like this are kinda weird but this one is so fucking charming to me idk??? I literally ate this shit up I love being gentle and reading about cats who are in love.

Title: Not Alone

Author: superqueerdanvers

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 937

Summary: “Crowley and Anathema are supposed to meet Aziraphale at the movies, but they can't find a parking place, and they have a heart-to-heart about disability.”

My Notes: I experienced feelings and also emotions while reading this and now i’m a different person

Title: bastard child of water

Author: smallredboy ( @smallredb0y )

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 15,622

Summary: “After a grave mistake, Crowley, a merman, is transformed into a human and exiled out of the sea. Issues crop up as he grows used to his new body, to his new friends and to his new job. But when a merman he's seen in passing pokes his head out of the water one afternoon, Crowley will fall for him and look for a way to regain his body.”

My Notes: THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY SHIT i bribed dave with real life money to finish it and every day i’m thankful i made that decision because this fic is SO. FUCKING. GOOD. IT’S TENDER!! IT’S GENTLE!! IT MAKES ME LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND!!!!!

Title: Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach 

Author: Nnm

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 99,423

Summary: “As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

His clothing was expensive and stylish;

He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;

His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”

He looked angry;

He was wearing sunglasses.”

My Notes: OH!!!!!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!!!! THIS FIC DESTROYED ME EMOTIONALLY!!!!!!! IT RIPPED MY FUCKING HEART OUT AND FORCED ME TO DEAL WITH #ISSUES AND JUST OVERALL TURNED ME INTO A DISASTER!!!! I READ THIS SHIT IN ONE SITTING!!! I WAS HOOKED!!!! EVEN NOW JUST THINKING ABOUT IT IS DEALING PSYCHIC DAMAGE!!!!!! PLEASE READ THIS!!!

Title: The Odd One Out

Author: RainyDayDecaf

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,948

Summary: “It takes being thrown into another universe and meeting other versions of himself to make Aziraphale realize there is something wrong with the way his Crowley treats him.”

My Notes: A product of the shit-script, literally had me feeling emotions but also giggling because movie!Aziraphale deserves to be LOVED.

Title: A Single Feather

Author: qwanderer

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2,521

Summary: “Here's the thing. Demons must be good at improv, at hiding reactions, at carrying on no matter what. They can’t show a moment of vulnerability, not to each other, and certainly not to angels. They were supposed to be tough, untrusting, paranoid bastards, or else.

So Crowley had developed a highly honed skill of automatically bullshitting, boasting, and mocking while covering up his true emotions, and it was in full force now.”

My Notes: I’m a simple woman. I see a nesting fic, I click on it. And it makes me emotional and afterwards I have to lay face down on the floor.

Title: Untouched

Author: Etaleah

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,531

Summary: “A demon's life is a lonely one. What Crowley wants is so simple, yet he can never have it.”

My Notes: I will literally fly into the sun if I see the tag “touch starved crowley” i will scream at the top of my lungs. Somebody please hold this demon.

Title: Penance

Author: Blissymbolics

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5,910

Summary: “And for a while, it’s enough.

It’ll happen, Crowley tells himself. This time, it’ll finally happen.”

My Notes: Listen. This fic destroyed me, it made me tender horny and just overall ruined my night in the best way possible. I’m having a crisis over it as we speak. 

Title: Starved

Author: Fyre

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,351

Summary: “The first time the angel touches him, it’s as they descend from the walls of Eden.

It’s nothing, only a hand put out to steady him. A kindness. And yet a thousand memories from life below make Crawly flinch instinctively at the contact. It’s stupid, really, and he’s sure the angel doesn’t notice. He doesn’t stop to consider the fact that the angel’s hand was soft and for a moment, his skin tingled where it touched. Not right away, anyway.”

My Notes: AHH!! Crowley really said “I am touch starved please love me” like!! Imagine craving someone’s touch for SIX THOUSAND YEARS!! I’D GO BONKERS!! THIS FIC MADE ME GO BONKERS!!

Title: can you keep me close (can you love me most)

Author: taizi

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,268

Summary: “When his angel stretches out a hand, cupid’s bow mouth curved into a familiar smile, Crowley knows better. When he’s led to his own bedroom, pushed down amidst the silk sheets and hastily miracled pillows and a sinful duvet, when Aziraphale leans over him and the whole world seems to hang right there in his eyes, Crowley knows that this is not his to keep. It’s not for him to have this.”

My Notes: I can will and must LITERALLY EXPLODE the tension in this one is palatable and I snort hurt/comfort like cocaine.

Title: please, could you be tender?

Author: deadgreeks

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,262

Summary: “The first kiss is only the beginning of a relationship. Crowley and Aziraphale need to talk about things. That is not their strong suit.”

My Notes: I ache and I yearn for this type of content they are literally. They are LITERALLY… I’m going to burst into flames.

Title: The Quiet, Persistent, Gnawing Unease

Author: LillipopCop

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 20,850

Summary: “An exploration of the serious toll Hell's physical and psychological grip has taken on Crowley since his Fall.”

My Notes: Fics where Crowley experiences emotional distress own my ass.

Title: Make a Little Birdhouse in Your Soul

Author: Zolac_no_Miko

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 10,573

Summary: “It was a compulsion that he couldn’t quite define. A burning in his blood, a tingle on the palms of his hands. A restlessness that drove him to art galleries, antique stores, and street markets, seeking some object that would please Aziraphale. Something beautiful, or something useful—something he would want to keep. It started with little things, small tokens that didn’t require a special occasion: an embroidered silk bookmark; a rare and delicate tea from the highlands of China; a steel pen and inkwell to replace Aziraphale’s quill pen, and then a fountain pen to replace that. And then things started to get out of hand.”

My Notes: Another nesting fic that almost wiped me the fuck out.

Title: Crown of Thorns [The Walls, the Wainscot, and the Mouse] 'Verse

Author: irisbleufic ( @irisbleufic )

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 275,000

Summary: ““D’you realize,” [Crowley] said, “that we never tire of things humans get bored with on the regular?” Aziraphale shrugged, lazily basking. “I’ve always assumed it’s that we don’t tire of each other.””

My Notes: Please for the love of god and all that is holy if you have not read this fic, read it. I consider it canon.

Title: fires of the flesh, both literal and figurative

Author: mercuryhatter

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,726

Summary: “Pretty standard "there's a sex curse and Crowley has to have way too many orgasms or be discorporated" stuff.”

My Notes: Yeah this is. Where I’m gonna start to get shy about my notes. It’s funny and it’s hot. Yeah.

Title: The Understanding

Author: Zetared

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 37,918

Summary: “Crowley is untethered. Aziraphale knows how to secure a knot. (He’s read many books on the subject, after all).”

My Notes: In which the underlying plot is a little strange but the overlying porn is very good.

Title: Come Fuck Me Hips

Author: AgentStannerShipper

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,471

Summary: “Crowley has had a fantasy about Aziraphale for centuries now. Too bad the angel would never take him up on it. Except, as it turns out, he absolutely would.”

My Notes: Everybody has read this and if you haven’t then you better because it’s. It’s good.

Title: If I Regard Iniquity

Author: elektratios

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,912

Summary: ““Aziraphale…” Crowley’s mouth worked a bit but no more words would come out. He cleared his throat. “Aziraphale, there’s no,” he gestured vaguely, “iniquity here.” He winced at his choice of words. “No-one is watching, no-one is judging. It’s just us.””

My Notes: I will literally dunk myself in the trash holy shit. It’s. It’s good.

Title: that pulse of my nights and days

Author: Ark

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,694

Summary: “Aziraphale laughs, the delighted, breathy giggle he gives after his second bottle of champagne. “Such a shame we didn’t come to this sooner,” he says, pulling back and—oh, naughty angel!—increasing the length and girth of his cock when he pushes back in. Crowley gasps, and Aziraphale—greedy, too!—tilts in to swallow the sound from his lips, flicks his tongue against Crowley’s as though chasing after the flavor of this elongated pleasure.”

My Notes: This one is uh. This is a dirty one. It’s good but it sure is filthy.

Title: A Home at the Beginning of the World

Author: stereobone

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,867

Summary: “"Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me."”

My Notes: Everyone has read this one too but for good reason because it’s fucking amazing and makes me wanna scream.

Title: The One In Which Crowley Discovers Wanking

Author: for_autumn_i_am

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,784

Summary: “It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin.”

My Notes: It’s what the title says and it’s hot.

Title: Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

Author: thehoyden

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,484

Summary: “He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing.”

My Notes: It’s uhhhhhhh… it’s hot!

Title: A Bolt From The Heavens

Author: coloursflyaway

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11,235

Summary: “Aziraphale is going to show Crowley just how much he is loved. Through touch.”

My Notes: I will LITERALLY collapse on the floor… it’s too much for me

Title: Say Amen

Author: SinningPlumpPrincess

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,967

Summary: “Despite being in a relationship, they still long and yearn for each other.

Despite being in a relationship, Crowley can't get over that Aziraphale loves touching him.”

My Notes: I’m a very simple woman. I see a fic tagged “dry humping” and I click on it.

Title: Praise Be to Crowley

Author: FishingforCrows

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,306

Summary: “A simple comment from Aziraphale gets an unexpected reaction from Crowley. Aziraphale is curious to see what happens if he repeats the same comment in the bedroom.”

My Notes: It has praise kink crowley how am I not supposed to find it hot.

Title: Tea for One

Author: Kaesa

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,072

Summary: “Crowley doesn't have a lot of complaints about sex with Aziraphale, but he can't help being miffed when Aziraphale stops just to have another sip of tea.”

My Notes: A two for one: funny and sexy

Title: rest yourself with me

Author: sabinelagrande

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,380

Summary: “Crowley has a wonderful invention that he's just dying to try.”

My Notes: It’s funny and it’s hot what more could you ask for?

Title: let the rivers fill

Author: focusfixated

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,996

Summary: ““Darling,” Aziraphale answered. “I’m here.” His hand stroked through Crowley’s hair, teasing out the snarls of red that tangled around his fingers, matted with sweat and knotted where Crowley had thrashed his head against the pillows. “Can you turn over for me, love?” Weakly, Crowley’s eyes flickered down, and he saw the angel blushing, as if now, suddenly, of all things, he had succumbed to reticence. He was sat back on his knees, and the soft accordion folds of him were dewy with sweat and moonlight. His heart constricting somewhere in his useless chest, Crowley turned over, and spread his legs.”

My Notes: I see overstimulation and I fucking floor it. Please never stop writing fics where they have limitless stamina.

Title: sweet just like frustration

Author: teatales

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7,174

Summary: “Crowley danced on the line between self-serving and selfless when it came to Aziraphale. He would do anything, anything for the angel. Anything he asked, anything he suggested, anything he needed but didn’t say aloud. But Crowley was also a terribly, desperately greedy thing. And oh, how he wanted. Wanted Aziraphale with every damned fibre of his infernal being. Wanted to be good for him; so, so good that he would never want to leave. Crowley wanted to be the best, his only, his everything. As much as he wished to lie there in exquisite rapture - he was nothing if not lazy - he needed to at least attempt to communicate all that he felt. To make Aziraphale feel even a quarter of what he experienced. He had to try.”

My Notes: Just LOOK at that summary. How can I read that summary without being expected to fucking faint. Jesus christ!!

Title: The Human Way

Author: battle_cat

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,780

Summary: “They're finally about to fuck on the bookshop couch and Aziraphale wants to know what Crowley wants.”

My Notes: I SEE A FIC WHERE CROWLEY DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE WANTS AND IS JUST TRYING TO MAKE AZIRAPHALE HAPPY AND I BURST INTO FLAMES

Title: We Waited Long Enough

Author: syrupfactory

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,170

Summary: “After a few months of (finally) officially dating, Aziraphale is a little hurt when Crowley seems amused by his eagerness for sex. Why? Because Aziraphale actually wants way, way more. Fortunately, that's a fun problem to solve.”

My Notes: THEY EACH THINK THE OTHER ISN’T AS INTERESTED IN HAVING SEX AS THEY ARE AND THEN THEY HAVE MARATHON SEX AND I’M SWEATING.

Title: As Advertised on TV

Author: Mr_Customs_Man

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,045

Summary: “Everything that Crowley knew about sex, he learned from watching movies. As fun as movies are, they don't provide a comprehensive sex education. Needless to say, he has some misconceptions in regards to the act.”

My Notes: This is NOT a sexy fic!! It is sad and it wrenches my heart and I WORRY. Crowley please communicate your NEEDS.

Title: until you say it out loud

Author: attheborder

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,293

Summary: “And Aziraphale is realizing now, to its fullest, something he’s suspected for nearly as long as he’s known Crowley: the demon is no silver-tongued devil. He is no weaver of words, no smooth talker. It would fit in with his image, certainly— shouldn’t a man-shaped being dressed like an oilslick have speech just as dark and slippery— but there’s very little of either of them that’s as it ought to be, really.”

My Notes: This fic ignited me and I burst into flames. You’re probably starting to see a trend in what I like to read.

Title: Coitus Interruptus with Paperwork

Author: mountagrue

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,780

Summary: “The one where Azira Fell (directly onto Crowley's dick, did not pass go, did not fill out the appropriate forms).”

My Notes: Scream this is funny and horny Aziraphale falls and immediately gets to dicking down his demon while Gabriel suffers the aftermath. 

Title: What Crowley Wants

Author: crookedashes

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 7,022

Summary: “Aziraphale wants to give Crowley what he wants most. It goes a bit sideways.”

My Notes: I die for this content can they communicate like normal people for FIVE MINUTES? Ft. Crowley feeling inadequate and me flying into the sun.

Title: All The Rest

Author: darlingred1

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11,416

Summary: “If it weren’t for Aziraphale’s persistence, they wouldn’t have had a sex life at all, and Crowley was a demon, for goodness sake! Aziraphale didn’t understand it. (Aziraphale has the communication skills of a doorknob. Crowley isn't any better.)”

My Notes: Aziraphale and Crowley are like *has horny communication issues* and i’m like *nuts*

Title: and in this way their love rewrites the universe

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9,503

Summary: “They've been desperately in love for a year since the world didn't end, and they've been making little miracles happen for each other. Crowley's latest? A date outside of London, at a drive-in movie theatre in the South Downs. Yes, they have sex in the Bentley.”

My Notes: IT’S SAPPY IT’S TENDER IT’S HORNY IT’S ROMANTIC THEY INVENTED LOVE!!!

Title: sanctuary

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,779

Summary: “It's about making a home together. It takes some getting used to, to take all this longing and transmute it into love, into something shared, but Aziraphale is here to help him get used to it. Especially on a stormy day in the cottage.

What better way to spend it than making love over and over and over?”

My Notes: I am literally a mess I read fics where they’re madly in love and want to stay close and I explode

Title: The Skin And Bones Of You

Author: entangelednow

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,001

Summary: “In which Crowley has spent six thousand years wanting something he doesn't think he deserves. It's only natural to assume he won't get to keep it.”

My Notes: I swear to god i will SCREAM!! IT’S TOO MUCH!! PLEASE NEVER STOP WRITING CROWLEY AS INSECURE.

Title: love like the dawn

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,755

Summary: “This is sleepy, romantic, domestic morning sex in the South Downs Cottage. Crowley's still getting used to a love this good, the way it remakes him, the way it remakes the world.”

My Notes: I can’t with this like they’re just so in love I’ve lost the ability to breathe this fic stole my lungs and left me for dead

Title: to sleep, perchance to dream

Author: starkhasheart

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,023

Summary: “Crowley has a kink. Of course Aziraphale is going to indulge him.”

My Notes: Uhhhhhh it’s. Uhhh. Consensual somnophilia is uh… yeah.

Title: on the same page

Author: Chekhov

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: ~85,746

Summary: “Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else. So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less... appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age. But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade. That is... until they have to pretend to be married to each other.”

My Notes: THIS ONE ISN’T FINISHED YET BUT IT’S A HUMAN AU AND EVERY UPDATE MAKES ME FOAM AT THE MOUTH

Title: be mine

Author: leaveanote

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4,994

Summary: “It's their first Valentine's Day together, and Crowley is trying to pick out the right present.”

My Notes: I SCREAM I actually did not realize how many of this authors works I had bookmarked and HOLY SHIT!! THEY ARE JUST SO IN LOVE!! AHHHHH!!

Title: do we get what we deserve

Author: Smalls

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 11,064

Summary: “Crowley had not been a particularly good angel.

Unfortunately, Crowley had never been a particularly good demon either.”

My Notes: Cannot lie this had me openly sobbing on a Friday morning and left me emotionally raw

Title: Renting Crowley

Author: Amorous_Flammetta

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8,018

Summary: “Crowley acts out Aziraphale's Victorian-era fantasy of taking a rent boy home for the night. Their little game includes costumes, champagne, dirty talk and explicit sex!”

My Notes: ITS A RENT BOY FANTASY BUT IT’S ALSO TENDER AND LOVING AND IT HAD ME SWEATING AND MADE ME EMOTIONAL

Title: do me right and do me wrong (give it up, give it up)

Author: seashadows

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10,828

Summary: “Crowley copes with attention starvation, tries out some new hobbies, and discovers that asking for what you need is better than the alternative.”

My Notes: I’M GOING TO FUCKING EXPLODE THIS ONE MADE ME SCREAM LIKE I JUST CANNOT HANDLE IT ATTENTION STARVATION WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

Title: For The Longest Time

Author: darlingred1

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20,370

Summary: “Crowley kind of misses the pining when it's gone. Aziraphale comes up with a solution.”

My Notes: It was hot and funny and lasted just long enough to really make me antsy for the conclusion.

Title: Clementine

Author: Mussimm

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 49,073

Summary: “The seaside neighbours AU exactly one person asked for.”

My Notes: HUMAN AU WHERE THEY LIVE BY THE BEACH AND FALL IN LOVE AKA BE STILL MY BEATING HEART

Title: Gentle but Intoxicating, Nervous but Tender 

Author: ShortInsomniac98 ( @devilsss-dyke )

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,868

Summary: “Crowley x vulva-having reader. // It wasn’t what you’d expected when you agreed to come home with him. What you’d expected was a maybe a quick, clumsy fuck, then out the door. Not some nervous but tender man who stammered out an, 'Is this okay then?' This was much nicer, much sweeter.”

My Notes: No comment besides uhhhhhh [sweats]

[love101imagines]

Cross your mind

(osman | imagine)

request: Hey could I pls request something for Osman with prompts 2,13,9,11 from the spring list? Idk it could be something cute where maybe the reader falls and Osman helps her and then one thing leads to another and he finally confesses how he’s in love with her ? Thanks in advance !!

tags: @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

prompts used: 2. Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle.

9. Feel free to admire me.

11. God you idiot, I am in love with you.

13. Your hair is really soft after you wash it.

You weren’t the clumsy type of person. However, when you were late for class and the janitor had cleaned all the floors because of the rain, it was destiny that you would trip.

That’s how you ended in the nursery holding an ice pack to your ankle, relieved that at least no one had seen you fall. You were bored out of your mind, regretting your decision to come to school that day, when Osman bursted through the doors, just as the bells rang and recess started.

“What happened to you?” He asked furrowing his brows at the sight of you slumped on a chair with your leg propped up at another one next to you, careful enough so your skirt wouldn’t rise up.

You shrugged leaving the ice pack on the chair next to you. “I was late and I tripped, but take me out of here. It’s so boring.”

“You didn’t miss much. Let’s go, we have English now.”

You stepped out of the chair and winced slightly as Osman grabbed your bag. You hadn’t twisted your leg, luckily, but your limp was pretty clear as you put your weight on your left side. You only took three steps before Osman was by your side wrapping an arm around your waist. You weren’t sure how he had found you in the nursery but you didn’t mind.

“You had fun without me in Geography?” You teased him as you looped your arm around his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and dug his fingers into your skin as you approached your classroom. “Do you want me to carry you bridal style?”

“Wait until we marry.” You said biting the inside of your cheek. You were too bold sometimes. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle.”

“Because of that sprained ankle I didn’t have your company during class.” He said as you sat down on a chair in the last row of desks.

You moved your leg slightly assessing the damage and sighed as he sat down next to you and passed you your bag. Miss Billy entered the room next to a few of your classmates and as you kept seeing if there were any bruises on your ankle, you noticed Osman watching you carefully as if you would faint in any second.

“Feel free to admire me.” You said sarcastically covering the blush on your cheeks with your hair, which you had nicely brushed into some braids.

He looked away with a small smile as the class started.

“Why were you late?” He asked once the class finished and students left the room.

You were too uncomfortable and took advantage of the fact that no one else was in the room and propped up your leg in his lap being careful with your skirt, just like you had done before in the nursery.

“I just took more time to get ready than usual. I had a shower and brushed my hair and before I knew it, I was running under the rain.” You said as he played with the ends of the bandages covering your ankle.

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it. You should do it more often.”

You laughed and hit him softly in his arm. “You’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“They’re nice though.”

When the day had finished, you were sitting in a bench as somebody Osman knew passed him food through the school gates.

“I could kiss you right now.” You said tearing the paper as you stomach slightly grumbled.

He sat down next to you as you watched the students walk by and you failed to notice the look he was giving you. A few students stared at the two of you and you looked at them with a raised brow.

“I bet they have a crush on you.” You said looking at some younger girls who passed the two of you laughing embarrassed.

Osman shrugged. “I don’t really think about dates and crushes anymore.”

He knew that was a lie but he only wanted to see your reaction.

You shifted uncomfortably on your seat, trying to avoid his gaze as you tried to be even more direct than before.

“Really? Then I guess I’ll have to go out with Burak if you don’t ask me.”

“What?” He asked confused as you continued eating.

“Burak asked me out and I told him we were dating so he would leave me alone. Don’t worry, I’ll tell him in a week that we broke up and I’ll go out with him.” You said chuckling in the end.

He seemed lost with words while you watched the birds far away. “I really should go out with him. I mean, no one else has a crush on me and you don’t like talking about dates either.”

That’s what took him to snap. “God you idiot, I’m in love with you.”

You stopped everything you were doing and he realized what he had done. He was already making up an excuse for what he had said when you interrupted him.

“You should improve your confessions. You just called me an idiot but you’re lucky I like you too.”

As you two finished eating, both blushing but with a grin on your faces, you decided you had made the right choice to go to school today. Even if you had hurt your ankle, it was worth it.

[alicedoessurveys]

Doctor Who Tag

yes im a nerd...

CHILDHOOD

1. Did you like DW as a child?

I was 10 when it came back on telly with Eccleston and the first episode with the autons scared me so much my mom wouldn't let me watch it again until a couple years later, but yeah my teens I was obsessed with DW... still am at age 25

2. Your age at the time of the revival?

10

3. First DW episode you ever saw?

‘Rose’

4. Did you have any of the toys?

I still have the eleventh doctor’s screwdriver... I used to have some of the figures but there in storage now somewhere

5. Which DW character did you play on the playground?

didn't play it on the playground

6. Monster(s) that scared you most as a child?

all of them! the ones that still scare me now are the Cybermen and the Autons... genuinely cant walk past a shop mannequin without being suspicious 

7. Joke/story you didn’t get as a kid?

as a kid, any of the innuendo type jokes

8. DW opinion that has changed since you were a kid?

idk I think I still have the same opinions

9. Who introduced you to DW?

parents

10. Did you like Sarah Jane Adventures as a child?

I LOVED SJA!! I miss that show, and Elizabeth Slade :(

DOCTOR

11. Who is your Doctor?

Ten was the doctor that made me fall in love with Doctor Who 

12. Your favourite Doctor?

omg why not just ask me who my favourite child is... (I don't have kids but you know what I mean) if I had to chose my top three are ten, eleven and thirteen

13. Least favourite Doctor?

purely just because he doesn't have enough episodes... nine...

14. Best regeneration?

none of them I hate regenerations :( they make me sad, im too emotionally invested in every single one

15. Do you like “Doctor-Lite” episodes?

they're not my faves

16. Who is the most human Doctor?

I think nine maybe? or twelve?

17. Best multi-Doctor story?

the 50th anniversary special 

18. Best Doctor monologue?

“Hello Stonehenge! who takes the pandorica, takes the universe. but bad news everyone, cause guess who? HA! You lot you're all whizzing about- its really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I AM TALKING. Question of the hour is, who's got the pandorica? Answer, I do. Next question, who's coming to take it from me? Come on, look at me! No plan. No backup. No weapons worth a damn. oh and something else, I don't have anything to lose. So, if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you've got any plans on taking the pandorica tonight... just remember who's standing in your way. remember ever black day I ever stopped you and then- AND THEN- do the smart thing... let somebody else try first.”

not copied and pasted, remember that from the top of my head... its always there waiting in my mind incase I ever need an epic monologue :’)

19, What do you think TenToo/MetaCrisis Doctor is doing now?

hopefully living his best life with Rose

20. Best Doctor/companion pairing?

ten and donna 

COMPANIONS

21. Favourite companion?

Donna, Clara, Amy

22. Favourite secondary companion?

is Mickey classed as secondary? idk

23. Least favourite companion?

Ryan

24. Best TARDIS Team?

Doctor, Amy and Rory

25. Most underrated companion?

Graham, but that may just be cause I love Bradders

26. Most overrated companion?

Rose... I like her but idk, I think she gets more hype than she deserves.. don't @ me

27. Favourite companion’s family?

Rose’s mom

28. Who should have been a companion but wasn’t?

idk I cant think of anyone

29. Favourite (canon or non-canon) DW universe relationship?

Amy and Rory

30. Who did you not used to like, but really like now?

wasn't keen on Bill at first but by the end I really liked her, same with Rory

EPISODES

31. Favourite episode ever?

girl in the fireplace

32. Least favourite episode?

most of Chibnall’s episodes tbh sorry not sorry 

33. Which episodes do you skip?

the regeneration episodes

34. Best two-parter?

Human Nature - Family of Blood

35. Historical, present day or futuristic episodes?

I like them all in there own way but I think present is fave, then historical, then future

36. Episode that will always make you smile?

all of them

37. Episode that will always make you cry?

Rory and Amy’s last episode :’(

38. Best run of episodes?

ugh I cant answer this theres too many 

39. Best cliffhanger?

the end of Spyfall part one when the Master reveals who he is... I was SHOOK

40. Favourite Christmas special?

Voyage of the Damned

SERIES

41. Classic Who or New Who?

new who

42. Favourite series?

four or five

43. Least favourite series?

eleven, I just cant with the writing

44. Which series do you skip?

none

45. Favourite series opening?

eleventh hour

46. Favourite series finale?

Doomsday

47. Best series arc?

Bad Wolf

48. Thoughts on series 11/12?

I adore Jodie Whittaker and her doctor, and although I think 3 companions is too many I do love Yaz and Graham (Ryan is hit & miss). I just think theyve been massively let down by the stories/writing... they’ve tried to hard to tick certain boxes and completely missed what Doctor Who is about for a lot of people.. an escape from the real world into these outrageous unbelievable but lovable fun alien adventures 

49. How much of Classic Who have you seen?

not a lot

50. Who should have had another series?

NINE NINE NINE NINE NINE 

MONSTERS

51. Favourite monster/villain?

the master 

52. Most creative monster?

Weeping Angels, whoever came up with monsters that look like statues and only move when you're not looking at them is genius 

53. Monster(s) that scares you most?

Autons, Cybermen, the creepy dolls from Night Terrors, the ones from Waters of Mars, Weeping Angels

54. Monster you think is too easy to defeat?

idk

55. Least favourite monster/villain?

absorbaloff

56. Monster you want to return?

The Master, I really hope that isn't the last we see of Dhawan

57. In your opinion, what makes a monster good?

being genuinely scary, 

58. Daleks, Cybermen or Weeping Angels?

Weeping Angels

59. Best Dalek story?

Daleks in Manhatten

60. Best one time villain/monster?

my brain has gone blank I cant think of an answer right now 

ADDITIONAL MATERIAL

61. Torchwood or Sarah Jane Adventures?

SJA

62. Favourite Torchwood Team member?

I haven't watched it all so I couldn't say 

63. Which Torchwood death made you saddest?

again, not watched it all 

64. Do you rewatch COE or MD?

huh

65. Favourite SJA Team member?

Sarah Jane

66. Mr Smith or K-9?

K-9

67. Maria or Rani?

Rani

68. Do you read the comics/novels or listen to Big Finish?

Nope

69. If you do, your favourite additional stories?

n/a

70. Do you like DW analysis (video essays, fan theories, etc)?

yes

DESIGN/PRODUCTION

71. Favourite piece of alien tech?

the sonic, I love how it is so multipurpose except for when it comes to wood 

72. Favourite piece of Murray Gold music?

I am the Doctor - gets me pumped every time 

73. Favourite TARDIS design?

Ten’s Tardis 

74. Has the 2005 era CGI aged well?

actually yeah, I was rewatching the ‘are you my mummy’ episodes the other day and my God when the gas masks emerged from the faces... ooooooof I was like omg how 

75. Favourite Doctor outfit?

eleven or thirteen

76. Monster with the best design?

not really a design more of a costume.. I live Dhawan master’s costume. that shade of purple, oof he so stylish 

77. Best show runner?

idk

78. Best writer?

Gatiss

79. Best opening titles?

eleven’s titles where the Tardis is flying and being zapped is cool but thirteens music hits different 

80. Will DW age well/stay popular in the future?

I hope so, I feel like its lasted this long surely it can last forever.. if the writers don't fuck it up... 

IF YOU WERE IN THE SHOW

81. Time period you’d want to go with the Doctor?

whatever time means Id get to wear the most beautiful costumes

82. Planet/place you’d want to go with the Doctor?

Galifrey, pre-desctruction

83. Doctor you’d most like to travel with?

any of them, please and thank you

84. Companion you’d most like to travel with?

donna, sceso a good laugh but also I feel like she’d look after me 

85. Monster you’d like to defeat/fight?

The Master 

86. If you could go back on your own history (like Father’s Day), where would you go?

back to when I was a toddler, I wanna see what I was like 

87. If you could ask the Doctor anything, what would you ask?

theres too many to ask 

88. Historical figure you’d like to meet?

Shakespeare

89. How do you think you’d meet the Doctor?

id probably be rescued from doing something stupid and then the doc would be like you know what the bitch clearly needs supervision she's coming with me 

90. Would you travel forwards or backwards in time first?

backwards

IF YOU MADE THE SHOW

91. Historical event would you like to see in DW?

Hamilton

92. Issue you’d like to see addressed in DW?

idk 

93. Who would you completely erase from the DW universe?

Ruth

94. One unanswered DW question you’d love to know the answer to?

where is Clara now?

95. Actor/actress you’d like to see play the Doctor?

Phoebe Waller Bridge (or Lin Manuel Miranda)

96. Actor/actress you’d like to see play a companion?

Andrew Scott (yes I did just basically recast fleabag and hot priest)

97. Is DW “too political”?

series 11 got a bit like that 

98. Which characters fate would you changed?

Danny Pink

99. What about DW could be improved?

I think ive made my options about Chibnall pretty clear... 

100. If you could write an episode of DW, any ideas for what you’d do

bring back Jenny, the Doctor / Daughter adventures they would have. I’m actually writing a fic about it if you wanna read.... here

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 17.) - The Final Problem, Part 3.

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Based on the song All For Us (Labrinth x Zendaya) playing in the last minutes of the end of the season. 

Warnings: One of the main character’s manor injuries, murder, PCP hallucinations, drug usage, smth like cartel wars? Idk.

Word count: 2.2 K

Read the rest here, babe:  PART 1  PART 2  PART 3  PART 4  PART 5  PART 6  PART 7  PART 8  PART 9  PART 10  PART 11  PART 12  PART 13  PART 14  PART 15  PART 16  

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia​

Sometimes, you can acknowledge you were wrong when a long time passes from the moment someone tried to say you that you¦re doing something bad. Especially when you’re going through puberty or when you are an actual teenager. But most of the time, you feel like you are the only one who knows what to do with your life. But usually, you are the most delusional one from all of them.

Everybody is the hero of their story, isn't that right? Even the villains are usually the heroes in their own perception of the world around them. But you do not need to be a villain to do shitty things. 

Something it just fucks up on its own, without you even trying to do something. Some trips can be way worse than the previous ones, sometimes you know that there is nothing that could be done to save you. 

And sometimes it can cost you more than your dignity. It can cost you the ones you love, it can cost you your health and sometimes when the shits really turned out as the biggest shit of your whole life, you can lose your mind or your life. 

It was a game. It always was just a game. A lottery which most of the people had lost. A lottery that can only be played without knowing the rules or predicting the future. Nobody could one hundred percent sure told that you will be alive another day.

It could be applied to everything - every car ride, every shot of booze, every cigarette or every drug trip or operation. Who could promise you that you would be safe? Even you couldn't know. 

And this time, the lottery came to an end for you. This was just a Russian roulette you played and the bullet had to come after you one day.

There was a slight pain as your feet fell down to the ground. Glitter from your morning make-up was moving down off from eyelids with the bright violet color as you cried; you were walking around in a milky white mist and you were scared of it because you couldn't see three feet ahead of you. This trip was bad. Like real bad. You were scared for your dear life, you felt like somebody's watching you and there were moments when you stopped because your feet hurt too much. 

But the spiders were after you, almost breathing on your back.

Your arms felt cold even though the sweater Fez had landed you, your feet trembled more and with every single step you took and the ground was cold and slippery. That night was too dark for you. You tried to call for him, for Rue or for Jules, you tried even Maddy’s and Cassie's name, but no one answered you. You slowly realized that you are all alone in this. You could feel that the thing is coming to an end because the life inside of you started to slowly disappear. 

Meanwhile, Rue ran into Fezco’s apartment and watched him crying, not being able to say a word. Ash had called them just ten minutes prior; and when they had heard what happened, they freaked out and immediately left to Fezco’s place. They didn't ever before try to be faster.

“Fez, Fez, look at me.” - She took his face to her palm and tried to look him in the eyes, meanwhile, Jules found Mouse on the ground. She was one hundred percent sure she was dead, the blood made big circles on the carpet. She jumped in shock and almost threw up, her hand in front of her mouth and her closed because of how watery they became. - “Homeboy, tell me in which direction she went and what did he give her. We need to find her. It is not safe out there this night.” 

Rue took the gun out of his palm and put the fuse back into its place, making sure that it’s safe. As she watched her best friend/drug dealer crying, she felt the urge to cry too. Her lips began to curl into one tight line and her eyes watered. 

“Fez talk to me, I beg you, please.” - She pleaded, but Jules felt Rue's voice trembling and breaking. Rue bugan to cry as well. She was afraid about Y/N. She could be anywhere at that point. 

“PCP. That bastard made her do PCP even when I told him she ain't ready for that kin’ of shit, Rue. She made her do it.” - Fezco cried out and sobbed, slowly cycling his body into a tight, small ball. Fezco was broken - Mouse broke him apart. - “Than she opened up the fuckin’ door, she left and her pupils looked like fuckin’ balloons, he tried to shoot, I shot him and before I could look, she has gon’ out of my sight. I can't leave a fuckin' deadman here.”

"Okay. Okay. Okay..." - Rue was seriously panicking at that point, crying and she was highly disoriented. Jules needed to come to the frame and hold her shoulders to bring her back to reality.

"Go after Y/N - the later will you go, the freezer it becomes outside. I will stay with Fez and we'll call the police. We'll tell them about Mouse drugging an underage kid and Fezco acting in self-defense. Go. Run for her life." - Jules kisser her lips for a long time before pushing Rue or of the door. Rue was really clueless.

Mouse gave you PCP which was a seriously strong drug - so you could only be in a radius of one mile if you weren't used to that shit. She stopped and thought. When you saw the shit you saw on methamphetamines, you were basically done for. You were locked in a world inside your head and you barely saw the world that was real. You would not be walking fast or in one direction, so you had to sit and crawl from time to time.

Rue thanked God she had such a personal experience. She walked within a direct direction from Fezco's house, tried to play what must've happened to you in her head.

The air was getting colder and colder with every passing moment just as the mist got more and more intense.

On the ground, she found a footprint of your Vans shoes - it was not more than twenty minutes older. Maybe even less.

"Y/N?! Y/N, babez, are ya there?" - Rue yelled with a loud sob full of pain, trying to catch any sound you could make in your current state. But it was silent as a graveyard, only the wind whispered in the distance. When she ran down a small hill, she felt like throwing up. There was a road. Cars drove there. And she knew that pavement is something that drugged people ignore completely.

"Y/N?!" - She yelled for the last time. And there you stood in the middle of the road with your make-up smudged, your face bloodless and pale, Fezco's shirt tore apart at some played.

You saw her coming from the mist as a beautiful angel lightened up with heaven's light. Rue had her long curly hair in a bun and she had a long white shirt along with huge wings on. She was offering you her strong palm with a smile full of love and grace. She felt warm and more and more shining with every passing moment. - "Rue..."- Was a single whisper that came from your lips before something push you few meters away and made you fell on the ground. At the moment the reality just turned off and you laid there, completely lifeless, your eyes closed and your body not moving.

Rue was yelling your name, she was offering you her hand, but you ignored. She was afraid to step in the road and you were holding your hand out to a light source somewhere in the darkness. You were whispering her name again and again.

"Yep, baby, it's me, come ’ere." - She begged, but you were mesmerized with something. Rue was afraid of touching you - every time someone touched her, she snapped, the visions turned the person as an intruder and once she almost killed a guy. You were really dangerous at that point. But you continued on walking. - "Please, please, baby girl, come to me. We'll make it work. Come here."

But what happened in the next minute she was not expecting at all. The breaks and car pneumatics made a high pitched noise at the driver tried to stop the car, but it was too late for that. The car hit your fragile body with all of its speed and power and you just flew away for five and more feet.

She was in shock, watching you laying on the ground in an unnatural pose, looking dead. Blood started to concentrate under your head and your eyes were closed, one of your legs was certainly broken.

"Call the ambulance! Hurry up!" - A woman screamed at Rue, she got off the car and went to you, checking on your functions. Rue did call the ambulance, but it was more an automatic pilot then actual Rue talking with the operator.

Then she got onto her knees, she held one of your wrists and kissed it slowly with pain coming through sobs out of her body. She was certain that you're dead. Rue was falling into a hysterical state. Her voice was loud and painful to listen to as she screamed and moved forward and backward. You truly were a part of the family for her and Jules. They loved you like a fucking sister and just moments ago, she saw getting hit by a fucking car.

The emergency came under three minutes, but Rue was afraid that it's too late. She was holding your palm in hers as she watched the lights making your pale face stand out even more. Your skin was dirty, bloody and bruised. The blood under your head was sticky and warm, but your body was colder and paler with each passing minute. 

Men from emergency gave you a machine to help you breathe, they checked on your pulse and the temperature of your body, they measured your pressure as they slowly helped you onto the bed, carefully tying up your body to it. 

They took you to the hospital, letting the hysterical crying Rue not leaving your side all the time, just entwining your fingers with yours in a tight embrace, kissing every one of your knuckles lightly. She almost started yelling when they tried to separate her from you. When you got to the hospital, the lottery was most likely to go pretty bad for you. She called your parents in a quiet, sobbing tone as she watched how they dropped your body onto the second, clean and tried to stop the blood running out of the back your head.

Rue stood there with tears streaming down her cheeks, she had a long brown coat on and just watched the hall in front of her. It was so clean, everyone was dressed so clean, in white and light green; only you lied there with your body covered in mud and blood, with your leg broken and the bone protruding outta your left knee. 

It must've been something similar when they got her to the hospital with her OD. At least you weren't choking on your own vomit, just as Rue was that day. For the very first time in her whole life, she could feel what her mom and her sister were feeling at that moment.

She could feel as the blood was freezing up in her veins because of how scared she was, the surroundings were unnerving with their cleanness and the hall looked like the most neverending one in the whole history. Her eyes slowly started to smart and her head was spinning because of the nerves. 

When your family ran there with the horror written down deeply in their faces, Rue wasn't even able to tell something meaningful to them. She just shuttered, but that was understandable. Her whole body was falling into a deep shock while you fought for your whole life. 

It felt like nobody could say a single word in the sequences of the things that happen, it felt like forever before Fez and Jules finally made it from the police station. There was a long way for them to go through. The police wanted to investigate everything deeper when both Jules and Fezco will be more able to cooperate with them. 

“Don't worry.” - Jules whispered when Rue hugged her, crying into her neck, holding her tightly without the intention to stop. - “I took care of it. They will have nothing on Fezco. We can talk it out.” 

The last sentence Fezco said that night was a one which Rue knew that she'll never forget. It was just impossible to get out of her head. She stood there next to Fez, holding his hand in hers, both of them with a painful look on their faces. They were watching you while you were sleeping, all tubed inside out, the machines around you monitoring every little thing that happened inside of you.

Just as doctors said, you were stabilized - which meant you had equal chances of daying and staying alive.

And Fez looked at Rue, his eyes completely emotionless, flat and cold as he watched her next to him.

"I did 't all for us, ya know, Rue? I did it all for love."

[ellagracehargreeves]

“The Spark” Music Playlist.

Here’s the Playlist on Youtube! The songs are also individually linked below!

I don’t have spotify or any of the other music things because I don’t listen to much music and I am BROKE! 

(PLEASE GOD DON’T MAKE FUN OF MY VIDEOS IF YOU LOOK, I WAS A SMOL DUMBASS CHILD I SWEAR I’M LESS CRINGY NOW OK, I PROMISE.)

Love y’all. And I love these songs, Here’s why:

Lean on me - Bill Withers : Ella’s lullaby. Vanya started singing it to her around the age of 1 when she heard it on the radio at the 7/11 while she was trying to calm a fussy Ella. She began singing along with the song as a last ditch attempt, and it surprisingly worked like a charm. Ever since then, Cara and Vanya, mostly Vanya, sing it to Ella sometimes at bedtime, substituting the words with “Mother” and “daughter” when needed. It always calms Ella down.

Hazy Shade of Winter - Gerard Way (feat. Ray Toro) : …. Duh. Plus this gets me hype for Ella being powerful and happily violent and just being a part of the Hargreeves clusterfuck. ….This just slaps.

Cold Blooded - Khalid (slowed) : So this doesn’t fit entirely, but basically to me this feels like what Vanya feels when she’s empty, sad, and just blank, but then she sees her daughter being happy. It doesn’t erase the deep sadness within her, but it strengthens the resolve that she has. She will give everything she has for her daughter, just to make sure she’s warm and happy. Also this song makes me think of Ella forcibly cuddling Vanya on the couch when she is having a bad day.

(Slowed Down) Elastic Heart - Sia : Just…. V a n y a.

Dancing with your Ghost- Sasha Sloan : This song makes me think of Vanya and Ella and Cara, being happy and dancing together and making memories, but at the same time Vanya struggles with her guilt involving her siblings. She can see them sometimes within her girl, she can see them as she makes the memories. She feels like she doesn’t deserve to be happy, because she never has. She struggles with that feeling when she feels so happy her heart could burst. This song also makes me think of the relationship between Cara and Vanya, it just makes me think of Vanya trying not to cry over something but then Cara pulls her head down to her lap and runs her fingers gently through her hair and Vanya can finally let it out and it’s peaceful and happy.

(Slowed down) I found - Amber Run : Vanya…… If the commission wins.

(Her mouth is open in a silent scream as she cradles the small body towards her, this can’t be happening, no no no nonononono not her baby-

Why aren’t they helping her- Please, she’s hurt, can’t you see-?- She can’t tell the difference between her tears and those of the heavens, between the tears on her face and the blood on her hands-)

(She is no longer herself, she is a steadily growing drum-beat of pure pain and grief and power and she is not thinking but the very earth shall pay for the blood that has spilled, HER FLESH AND BLOOD-)

Somebody That I Used To Know (slowed down) - Gotye (ft. Kimbra) : The Hargreeves siblings and Vanya, after her betrayal is revealed. They feel like they should’ve been told about Ella, even if they weren’t close to Vanya at all, which is valid. But Vanya remembers them as being cold and shitty to her and tbh she’s only telling them for Ella’s sake. Plus this song is just melodramatic and I feel like it would fit the Hargreeves in any situation. Like, I can see Klaus or Diego stubbing their toe and then having this song playing in their head. They’re all extra as hell and this song works for any betrayal.

( slowed down ) lovely - Billie Eilish (ft. Khalid) : This is honestly one of my favorite songs, especially slowed down. I just listen to it while writing because it’s beautiful. But it also kinda reminds me of Vanya and her glass wall, constantly struggling with the feeling of being trapped and being stuck within her childhood abuse. She fights against it for Ella, her beautiful Ella, who gives her hope no matter how trapped she feels. This song is just a sad bop tho. Good shit.

Night Bus (Slowed) - Gabrielle Aplin : A happier sounding bop, but still slow and chill. I know it’s about lovers, but we ain't gonna take it that way okay. 

“I’m on my way home to you for the last time” obviously doesn’t fit, because Vanya wouldn’t leave her daughter alone, ever, but this song kinda makes me think of Vanya gradually letting Ella go and letting her be her own person. Like, she’s still her mom, and this song also makes me think of the love between them. It makes me imagine Vanya watching Ella play in the park, or maybe watching her interact with the other girls at Gym, and thinking to herself “She’s got this. She’ll be okay. I don’t have to stay so close, she’ll still come back to me in the end even if I let her go.” 

Also, this song is calming but happy, instead of most of these which are calming and sad. I needed a happier song, one that made me think of hugs and playing outside and having snowball fights and happy squeals and playing tag with wide involuntary smiles and flushed cheeks. In short: ‘Tis a bop. A happy bop. Happy times.

revenge (slowed & reverb) - xxxTentacion : Makes me think of Vanya, disillusioned, believing that her siblings have known about her powers this entire time. Makes me think about her thirst for revenge, to make them feel the soul-deep infraction against her. Makes me think of Vanya being torn between keeping her daughter safe, keeping her terrified daughter comforted, and her revenge. Torn between holding the one she loves most and punishing those who were supposed to love her. It makes me think of agonizing indecision.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I don’t know if this scenario will happen in the fic! I’m not sure how things will go down, and how Vanya will find out and react to her powers. I’m making this shit up as I go! But this song made me think, “What if?”

Dollar For Your Sadness - Unlike Pluto : (They hurt her daughter, her world, her Ella, She will DESTROY them, ALL OF THEM-)

JOLT - Unlike Pluto : The lyrics perfectly describe Vanya’s eternally growing resentment, her struggle of trying to forget her childhood, her trauma, her siblings, while raising her daughter. Trying to leave the past behind so she can move on with her Ella and Cara, her real family. They’re all she has now. Aren’t they?

(Also, Jolt. Electricity. Sparks. Heh heh heh. I’m so clever.)

Villain of My Own Story - Unlike Pluto : I’m unsure of this one, not sure if it fits. Vanya getting fed up with her siblings’ muttered remarks and snide comments? (*unconvincing cough* Diego and possibly Luther) Her just going “yknow what fuck all y’all you can suck a cattapilla dick” and being angery and pissed off? Tbh I just put this song in here because I discovered Unlike Pluto yesterday and went feral. 

Maybe Vanya during the explanation, or her when she snapped at Diego? (The first time) or maybe it’s just her feeling so put down and invalidated and such a failure that she just goes “fuck this.” Vanya when Ella got bullied? It makes me think of the moments where she’s ticked off and her powers show up but just barely bc she eventually calms herself.

It makes me envision a young girl, possibly Vanya, idk, in tattered, dirty clothes, running down an alleyway in slow motion, and all I can see is the back of her hair flowing in the wind as she runs, the bottoms of her feet as she takes another step. I can see her checking behind her to see if she’s being followed, her hair whipping on her face so she can hardly see. It makes me think of frustrated anger, just an overall feeling of “FUCK THIS SHIT.”

Whatever. I listen to it when I write. It’s in the playlist.

Stay and Decay - Unlike Pluto : (Cartoon masks and gunshots. Flashing lights, ears covered tight, eyes squeezed shut, tears staining her cheeks, fear-)

(Mommy? Mommy! Mommy, no, nonono-) 

(There’s dark blood staining her small, small hands- they hurt Mommy, they hurt her, she’ll hurt them- Mommy’s blood dripping- spilling, flowing- onto the wood floor and why won’t it stop-)

(-MommyMommyMommy- Please Mommy, I’m scared-!)

(She’s running after them, her feet hitting the ground, her mother’s blood splattering behind her, Mommy yelling garbled, broken protests- ringing ears, pounding heart, eyes sparking green, r a g e- )

(-she’ll get them, she’ll hurt them, she has to, THEY HURT HER MOTHER-)

Rocky Mountain High - John Denver : :) this is Cara’s favorite song, and my mother likes it as well :) Cara hums it a lot, and sometimes she sings it to Ella. Vanya’s not approving of it, because the song is about WEED, but she doesn’t do anything to stop it. Cara finds the hidden meaning hilarious when she sings it to the child.

everything i wanted (slowed + reverb) - Billie Eilish : Vanya has everything she needs, but she’s still drowning inside herself. Vanya has everything, yet she still feels so so dead. But Cara holds her, smelling like forest leaves, and Ella smiles at her, looking like beautiful starlight, and they make it better. They will always make it better, and she loves them.

The Phoenix - Lindsey Sterling : Ella. Ella, dancing in the air. Ella, hugging her mother tightly. Ella, sweet, gentle Ella- bright as the sun itself, Ella, powerful Ella. Ella, her happy light infecting everyone she meets, Ella, her excitement emerging in response to every new thing she encounters. Beautiful, beautiful, chaotic Ella- adjusting reality with a twitch of her finger. Ella, summoning a tornado full of destructive everyday things with a single tantrum. Ethereal Ella, dancing and laughing and smiling and hugging and throwing and yanking and crushing and destroying Ella. Just… Ella. Loving, Obliterating Ella.

That’s all I have for now! I gotta admit, writing all that out kind of drained me. I might reblog this with additions as I add them, if you guys want! Thanks for checking out this glance inside my process.

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x11 Commentary (special)

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giu)

1 2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10

14x11 Damaged Gods

Giu: Ugh fuck off nick

Zee: I’m the cage

Nat: bleugh

Giu : Pardon me but M losing it, is kinky

Giu: I wanna know whats in that fucking book tho

Kat: So kinky

-Nick being an idiot sandwich

Zee: So sick of Nick

Nat : so Nick is hunting now

-Demon scum: Never been caught by a human.

-I wouldn’t call Nick a human at this point honestly.

Giu: Also how did he got hold of an angel blade, Like seriously ..... Tfw 2.0 sucks at keeping “prisoners”

Nick : Abraxas.

Oooooh my god that again. I get that he has nothing left to do, but still.

Zee: She ded

- Nick:” I don’t know, where’s the fun in that?” (about letting the demon go)

 *MMBLEGH ! STABS EYE*

[looks in the camera like in the office]

Nat: omg

- Welp that was violent.

- “Maria Prophetissima, Historia Achengeli.” Trying really hard to think that’s not supposed to be italian......because I’d have some complaints.

Giu : RED SHIRT

Zee: Giuls do I need to say it?

Nat: THE RED SHIRT OF SEX

Kat: Barely alive

- LEATHER GLOOOOOVES. YAAAAAS. also....Dean....what the fuck are you thinking uh? Ooooooh right the welding episode

Nat: Oh.. here comes the heart break

Giu: All the fucking hurt.

-Sam: “How are you feeling”

-Dean, completely dribbling around that question like a champ “Whatcha reading?”

- Sam : “We’ll find a way “  ( #369)

- Dean: “Actually I wanna go for a drive”

uh uh Don’t like the sound of that.

Zee: Always in need of his mom

- Dean : “One-on-one time with mom”

Giu : DO NOT LIKE

Kat: Sam fucking face

-Sam is us.

-Sam: “Whatever you need”

- Fuck you Dean. Don’t look like you are almost crying...fuck you

Nat: OMG THE HUG

-dEAN FUCKING FACE, DEAN FUCKING HESITANT HAND WHAT THE FUCK

Zee: Take care Sammy?

Giu : AAAAAAH THE FUCK. NO

-Sam startled face tho.

- HE KNOWS SOMETHING IS UP

Giu: THE FUCK CABIN

Zee: Still don’t like Mary, I always think she doesn’t give a fuck

- Mary: “I’ll take any excuse for a visit”

THEN WHY DON’T YOU FUCKING VISIT . YOU KNOW WHAT’S UP . THE FUCK.

Kat: She’s the worst

Nat : Sammy calls up his mom to tell her about THE HUG

Giu : “That’s sweet” WOW. BITCH HE HAS THE ARCHANGEL MICHAEL STOMPING ABOUT IN HIS MIND. 

- Sam: “ We don’t hug” .... well...only if it’s literally the end of the world.  SO HEALTHY.

Mary : “We have to respect that” 

 fuck oOOOOOFF you are his mom you don’t have to respect shit when your son has an archangel in his mind.

-Sam paranoia rising up because some books are missing.

-Ok but I love this shot, it’s so pretty.

[Food Splatter] Dean: “OH MY GOd”

-Oh my god indeed

Zee & Nat : DONNAAAAAA

- She’s so pretty!!! I love her so much.

[Dean licking his finger] ..... DOOOON’T STAPH IT

Nat : Dean has a big mouth

Giu: KINK!

Zee : Nat really…

Nat : have you seen the bite he took?!

Giu: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- The place is called “The hungry beaver” 

yeah ok come on.

- AAAAh so great to hear from the girls tho.

Also Dean’s avoiding all the questions he knows that are coming like a pro Winchester.

- Donna: “Last month, we took down a Vetala nest”

Dean’s impressed face.

- Dean:” Get out of town......Good for her”

- Awww the question about Dough tho. He’s avoiding questions ok but he’s so cute asking about that

Zee & Nat : Freaking news letter

Giu : I swear they have a what’s up chat like us.

Kat : No doubt

- Lol also I think Jensen has a runny nose while shooting these scene, lol the tissue.

- Dean: “ - without seeing my D-Train”

Nat: SO DEAN'S A HUGGER NOW

Kat: farewell tour

Giu : OH SHUT UP WHAT IS THIS NOW?!? THE MEMORY LANE BEFORE TUNING OUT? DEAN!

- HIS FUCKING FACE SHUT THE FUCK UP I CAN’T

-God do I ship them tho. I need some DonnaxDean asap ok ( tag me people)

Nat : I hate this so much. Can I burn this episode already?

Giu: Yes *hands the matches*

- way to ruin perfectly good pumpkins Mary . I guess you wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway....like....idk....pumpkin pie or some shit for your son....who loves pies....remember.....whatever I don’t even know why I’m trying anymore.

Nat : "We could call Sam over" and have a freaking party

- Dean: “I don’t wanna Sam here”

- RUDE

Giu: “EVerYtHinG aLrIghT?”

- Dean: “ I’m HANGRY “ lol 

Giu: Not much of a cook

Zee: You’re not much of an anything

Giu: WELL NOT SHIT

- WINCHESTER SURPRISE . THE FUCK IS THAAAAAT

- Mary :”I can’t believe you remember that”

- I can’t believe you remember you have kids.

Nat: YOU CAN'T REMEMBER A LOT OF THINGS BITCH. DEAN REMEMBERS EVERYTHING, ALRIGHT.

Kat: He really does

Nat: Can I cry now

Giu: MY HEART IS POUNDING

Zee: ...in my ears

- Dean: “Delicious heart-attack on a plate. I would like mine with extra cheese”

- Extra cheese horny face

- ...AND PIE!

-The P O S T E R S

Giu: OMFG..... I’m already dreading the meta on that poster

 ( in a positive way  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  )

- [ M still trashing around ]

Kat: This song. Damn it

- *The Guess Who’s “No Time” playing*

Giu: OH COME ON, A LEATHER APRON, AND LEATHER GLOVES.

Zee: Fuck me sideways

Kat : All the damn ways

Nat: I AM AROUSED . IN THE MORNING. WHY AM I AROUSED (08:46 a.m )

- “I found myself some wings”  

Are *claps* you *claps* fucking *claps* kiddin’ *claps* me?

-when he tilt his head to make the mask falls down.

- the jacket popped collar....YAAAS

Giu: Fucking hell.

- I can’t deal with that poster and the sparks....I CAN’T

I CAAAAAAN’T

Nat: EVEN HIS LEGS ARE SEXY…..OK BUT FUCK ME

Giu: NO FUCK ME

Kat: HE’S THE ENERGIZER BUNNY HE CAN FUCK US ALL

Kat: SO MUCH WELDER!DEAN

Zee: Somebody write that shit

- And tag us thank

Giu: “ that’s new...YOU BUYING FOOD” wow…...WOOOOW. How the fuck does she live.

- whiskey, pumpkins and crosswords puzzles. WOW Mary living the life.

*Nick appears*

Giu & Nat : NO

Zee: Oh hello

Giu &Nat : FUCK OFF

- Nick: “Thanks for nothing , pal”

well Nick...ya creepy van doesn’t really scream FRIENDLY NEIGHBOR FORMER SATAN

Nat: Oh, Donna's going to show up

Zee: My girl stepping in

Kat: THIS BITCH BETTER NOT TOUCH MY GIRL…..Why am I yelling, I already know what happens

Giu: *john’s Mulaney Trump voice* OH IF HE SO MUCH TOUCH ONE FUCKING HAIR ON HER. I want him to do it , I want- I dare him to do it, I fucking swear , I’m fucking crazy.

- Nick picking up the clip.... * STREET SMARTS*

- Don’t- don’t try to outsmart my girl , it’s pathetic

- Donna:”What’s your name”

  Nick: “Nunya” 

oh....OH WOW do ya want to make the nun ya business joke to Donna...? WOW

 Nick: “ First name: eat. Last name: Me”

Oh wow that’s- that’s just sad.

Zee: Can I say that I love her pushing him like that?

Giu: OOFTA

Nat: of course this happens

Giu: YASP ( YAS + GASP )

Kat&Zee&Nat : NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Nat: Just how long had Mary been away that it's already so late

Giu: She needed to remember how food work

- Mary smile is the only thing we have in common right now

Nat: That SMILE

Giu: Dean is the better mom. LOOK AT HIM. DOMESTIC NESTING DEAN KINK!

Zee: Oven mittens. Ya think?

Nat: "Something is going on" YA THINK?

- Sam is already on his way , no surprises there.

- Dean: “ he’s soaking wet, he’s pulling bologna, and sliced cheese out of his pants. So me, being the big brother, I’m the cook. I took all that bologna, all that sliced cheese and I put it onto a hot plate.It stunk up that room so bad. Dad comes home and he’s so mad, he picks up everything, chunks it into the trash, probably remained him of you....”

Giu: JOHN A + parenting, but also....I love the glimpses on their past, I really do.

Giu: What he made?

Nat: the winchester special? winchester surprise

Giu:Looks nasty..... I WANT IT 

- Mary trying to talk about how much she had missed.... yeah yeah you were dead it’s not that it’s your fault. 

- AND HERE ...look I don’t like Mary but Samantha did an amazing job, like....good lord

- Dean:”But you are here now”.

....well....in the fuck cabin , yes she is.

- Dean: “ Mom that meant everything to me” 

- Dean: “ There is no clouds on the horizon”  fucKING LIAR

*SOBS*

- Mary:”Whatever you are going through , you can talk to me”

Dean : *DIMPLES OF DISCONTENT* 

Zee: I don’t wanna talk about it

Giu: Please

- The Winchester motto

Dean *snores*

us : AAAAAAAAAAAW PRECIOUS

- I’m mary’s face 

Nat: She didn't even offer him a bed tho

Giu: I don’t think Dean wanted the fuck bed tho

-Mary snooping around, yes thank you, do something right.

- Mary: “Oh..no...no no no “ WHAAAAAAT

Dean smacking mouth while sleeping is giving me ex ptsd

Giu: OH FUCK PFF

Kat: Freaking creep

Giu: My cereal are soggy af. I can’t even eat. Also....WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT DISGUSTING LAMP.

- This shot is beautifuuuuul 

- [ 007 theme music plays ]

Nat: SAMMEEHHHHH

- Sam: “Hey Woah EASY”

Giu: CREEPY RAPE VAN

Zee: Come in. I’ve got candy

- Of course the demons keep track of the Winchesters. Are you kidding? they need to get the fuck out before they get to them lol, pussies.

Giu: “Nick what are u doing” ….we are whispering that since day fucking 1

Nat: Can we just burn that van? with them inside?

Kat: As long as they’re both in it

Nat: Dean'd hate us tho

Giu: ooooh he’ll get over it , *bad italo-american accent*  don’t worry about it

- Mary:” You could’ve just ask me” 

she’s not wrong.

- Mary : I took a demon and put it in a box and then I put that box into another box and then I put that box into a bigger box and then-

HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK OK.

Giu: I swear Nick’s story is stale af. Like...Mark is soooo good and he’s the reason lucifer arch stayed that long , i’m sad if he go out spn but lucifer needs to end.

Nat: Mark is really good tho, But yes, it's enough.  Sam's hair is fucking great.

Zee: True story

- Can Sam stop taking blame for other people bullshit already?

- oooh a storage room with traps like John

- Well that was a weak ass locket

- Mary’s storage : A pickled head, some creepy ass doll, mother instincts, a powerful demon trapped inside an enochian box.

Giu: Ok but...honestly who fucking cares tho...just give him the damn demon so he can fuck off. And shut the fuck up the both of ya.

Kat: Okay but if he’d just think about the answer to his question it’s so fucking obvious

Zee: A demon needs a host

Giu: put it in a fucking mice whatever

- Dean: “ Nick is not a project. He’s not a freaking puppet “

WE’VE BEEN KNEW

- Sam: “Since when do we give up on people?”  aaaw Sam never did but Dean needs to be there to balance ok. And anyway they saved Jack so , but yeah, some people are past the point of saving, even more when they don’t want to be saved. OOOOH IS THIS FORESHADOW????

- That poor man tho.

Zee: She dum

Kat : THEY BOTH ARE

Giu: Even Jack is smarter

Nat: Mary and Nick would make a good couple

Zee: NO DON’T

Kat: Ew

Giu: After all those years can’t he read enochian? I mean….I’d pick up one thing or two like….

- Can’t they use that box for Michael?

*Nick drills a hole in it*

welp....never fucking mind

Giu: WELL THAT WAS STUPID. the fuck, one could think that a damn enochian box would be more resilient. Nope...just ...drill into it

Zee: You just read what you wrote right??

Giu: Yep. Your dirty minds do the rest

Kat: I like this demon

- [lucifer is dead] Abraxy “ Is he?...cool”

Nat: I love this demon too

Nat :Stop the whining

Giu: Omg Mark your acting tho

- Sam’s commander voice : GeT aWaY frOm her

- oompf

Kat: Damn it, she’s saved

- Goddamn it Nick

- Abraxy :” Lucifer planned the whole thing”

[us looking at Nick like we are in the office] 

- This cracks me up so much...I couldn’t stop laughing while making this gif. The more you look at it , the funnier it gets.

Giu: Oh that was ...kinda hot. DEAN NAUGHTY

Nat : DEAN'S SEXY WHEN HE SPEAKS LATIN. a new kink i never knew I had

Giu : *hearing some italian sounding words* DAMN RIGHT. Welcome to my world Nat.

Zee: Sam pant

Nat: Never not sexy

Giu: H.O.T.

- Nick killing who killed his family and getting his “revenge”

Giu: is Nick finished being a fucking twat.

- Donna saves the day like the badass bitch that she is

Sam: “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, I’m sorry I didn’t know how “

Nick: “It’s not about you Sam, It’s never about you. You couldn’t fix me ‘cause I don’t want to be fixed. I was never broken”

Zee&Nat&Giu : I was never broken

Giu: Oh shut up all of you

- Sam:”Yes Nick, you are. I don’t feel sorry for you, Nick. I feel sorry for the people you hurt, the people you murdered, the people whose faces will hunt you, everynight, for the rest of your life.”

Nat&Kat: You can burn

Giu : That was hot and painful Sam, thank

- Mary: “I know what have you been building, planning. And we are gonna talk about that. We are all three of us,gonna talk about that. So if you don’t tell Sam....I will

Giu: OH WOW FOR ONCE SHE DONE RIGHT

- Dean: “It’s a Mal’ak box”

-COOL....I DON’T LIKE IT

Nat :FUCK. WHAT.WHAT?

Zee: A CAGE OF SORTS

Giu: IS HE GONNA FUCKING. NO. FUCK

Kat : MY SMART BABY

Giu: No ...no smart….that is masochist. THAT’S TERRIBLE

Nat: Does he want to buried alive, oh yeah, Sam just said it. NO

Kat: Worse.

Giu: WHAT THE FUCK

Zee: DROP HIM IN THE PACIFIC??

Nat: HE WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF

Giu: HE WILL NOT DIE THO. THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE, IM NOT EVEN GONNA GET OFF CAPS.

Nat: WELL, HE WILL SOONER OR LATER

Giu: BUT WOULDN’T M KEEP HIM ALIVE THO

- Sam: “You and Michael, trapped...for eternity?”

- Dean: “It’s the only sane play I’ve got”

- Dean:” The door is giving. I can feel it giving”

Kat: NO DEAN WINCHESTER YOU SHUT YOUR FACE. I LOVE YOU FOR TRYING

Nat: SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

- Dean banging a fist on the box is like he just punched my heart ok

-We all are Sam

- Sam:”Since when do we believe in fate?”

 Yall literally met her

Giu: DID HE JUST…...FUCK U

Nat:: I DON'T WANNA WATCH. BURN THIS EPISODE.BURN IT

- Dean: “ Sam you are the last person I could tell, the last person that I could be around. ‘Cause you are the only one that could’ve talked me out of it. And I won’t be talked out of it. I won’t. I’m doing this”

Zee: IM SCARED

Kat :OMG IM CRYING AGAIN

Nat: SAMMY'S HURTING SO BAD. DEAN AVOIDS SAM CUZ SAM IS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD STOP HIM.

Giu: I FEEL SICK

Kat: OUR BOYS

yeah great this feels like the soul bomb and Amara bullshit, FUCKING GREAT.

Giu: THE MUSIC. FUCK THIS MUSIC.

- Sam starting to understand that Dean is “right”

- Dean:” You could let me do it alone, or you could help me” 

ARE YOU FUCKING KID-

- Sam: “All right”

me: *splutters*

Zee :REALLY??!!!

Zee : All right??!!! ALL RIGHT??

Nat:  FUCK I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING

Kat : The end.

Giu: Of my life , the end ….

Nat: WHAT THE FUCK. YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.

Giu: *scrambles to see the next promo*

Zee: Yeets behind you

Nat: I'M NOT OK. SOMEONE HOLD ME.

Kat: Always talk about how good Jensen is. Jared fucking killed me here

                                [After the 14x12 promo]

Giu: ...OK WHAT THE FUCK

Nat: NO, YEAH.. STILL NOT OK AFTER THE PREVIEW

Kat: Okay so preview. I think they are just trying out the box

Giu: what the fuuuuck. That’s horrible

Zee: Did he do it for real??

Giu: It’s Dean...he was deadly serious

Zee: Yeah!! Next episode. Don’t want that

Kat: I don’t think they’ll dump him yet,but something obviously goes wrong. I don’t want to wait a week but also don’t really want it to come

Giu: Did Dean seriously asked Sam to stay on the fucking phone until what?!

Zee: He ded? Sank? Dropped?

Kat : STOP IT

Giu: Anyway I’m still positive that M grace will keep Dean alive

Zee: In the box??

Giu: I mean he did tell Jack they would have been together for eons. His body at least. I mean dean’s mind can get shoved somewhere . But since M is a sadistic motherfucker , I bet he would make Dean feel everything. While keeping his vessel alive.

Kat: Of course he would. He made him drown inside his own head

Zee: We need the body too. Not sorry. Yeah but for how long ?

Giu: Well he can’t get out. I doubt Micheal would kill himself.

Zee: True. But also stay trapped for ever?

Giu: M is patient

Kat: I feel like that would be a fate worse than death for him. But he is patient af

Giu: I need to go have a jog because my whole body is wired up in tension

Zee: I need to crumble in a corner and slowly die

Kat: I can’t sleep, I’m all riled up again

Nat: * is trying to clock in at work*

. Well well WHAT A FUCKING RIDE.

WE HATED IT.

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[kpoptionate]

skz ➾ boyfriend!hyunjin

stray kids masterlist // official masterlist

07.19.18

requested: anon + anon + anon

a/n: thank y’all for requesting <333 (anon #3 i’m writing this at midnight and i’m crying i love you) (also i’ll get the minho one up soon !!)

a/n2.0: this got really long dammit lmao i’m so in love with him

woojin // bangchan // minho // changbin // hyunjin // jisung // felix // seungmin // jeongin

h w a n g  h y u n j i n

y’all

this is my boyfriend right here mkay

but if he were yours

wOw do i wish i were you

he was at the park with his dog kkami one morning

and he was just chillin on the bench bc his dog is chill too

but then she (he ? idk someone inform me please) sprinted over to this girl on a nearby bench and started barkin at her (it’s you !)

hyunjin goes to collect his dog and apologizes and you tell him it’s fine, your dog does that too sometimes

and he doesn’t really know what to do so he just kinda apologizes again

you think he’s hella cute and adorable so you pat the bench beside you and motion for him to sit

he was lowkey hoping for you to do that bc he thinks you’re super cute

so y’all’s dogs run around and play while you and hyunjin talk and get to know each other

time flies by and the sun’s starting to set wow

kkami is asleep on your lap and to hyunjin that’s literally like the best thing ever

the prettiest boy/girl ever getting along with his dog, what else could a guy want am i right

he thinks you’re pretty cool and all so he gets your number as the two of you separate

y’all hang out a lotttt

definitely waits a few months to ask you out just to make sure

he eventually does when y’all have a picnic at the park late at night

he brought flowers and a necklace :’)

the first time he brings you over to the dorm to meet the guys they’re freaking out

like wow one of us actually managed to get a girlfriend

i mean everybody thought the first one would be hyunjin tho bc like

he’s hyunjin

he’s also kinda cliché but it’s so cute

your first official date as a couple he takes you to the amusement park

the rest of skz follows y’all but they make it so obvious

like dressed in all black and everything

he wins you a stuffed animal and gets you ice cream and goes on all the rides you wanna go on even if he's scared

when it's dark you he takes you on the ferris wheel

the guys def know what’s going on, cue them spaced out around the area with binoculars and walkie-talkies

when y’all get to the top

he takes his finger under your chin and makes you look at him

he gives a small smile with a little huff and

leans in

and

kisses you

sweetly

when he pulls back he’s got that grin™ on his face

the guys on the ground are screaming and cheering and hyunjin gets superr shy but doesn’t let you know they’re there

okay

so

y’all don’t argue a lot

he hates making you feel bad

boy has a little temper on him but he knows how to control it

until he gets jealous

he is one jealous boi™

around his members he might get jealous every once in a while but it’s not enough to bother him too much

with other people tho ?

watch out hun he’s coming for you

when he sees you talking to a friend and it’s going a little too far he’ll invite himself into the conversation

but the other person just doesn’t stop and you’re too naïve to notice they’re flirting with you

so he’ll pull the other party over to the side for a conversation with his hand tightly around their wrist

“look, i’m not trying to interrupt or anything but that’s exactly what i’m doing, keep that shit up or i swear to fucking god”

i’m not experienced with aggressive dialogue i’m sorry lmao

however, on the occassion you do argue he can get kinda out of hand

might accidentally yell something you’re self-conscious about in the heat of the moment

he’ll hate himself when you storm out crying

very stubborn, but not when it comes to you, no sir

he’ll give you two or three hours to rest and calm down

then he’ll show up at your door with flowers and snacks and little gifts to apologize

his eyes’ll be all red and puffy from crying

if you still close the door on him he’ll probably just burst into tears and not leave bc he just feels so bad and doesn’t want you to be mad and possibly leave him over something so trivial

always tries to make you smile

your laugh is literally like the best thing he’s ever heard

you guys goof around so much

he has so many pictures of you on his phone

he probably sets up a personal insta just so he can put up photos of the two of you together

they’re usually while you’re eating or sleeping (you asleep on his lap is his wallpaper)

or while y’all are on dates

expect lots of those btw

lots

if he’s feeling like the aesthetic boyfriend he is he’ll take you on small ones like the dog / amusement park or ice cream or to a little outdoor café or bike rides through seoul and stuff like that

but he also loves fun ones like laser tag or go-karting

if you guys haven’t seen each other in a while though he’ll take you to something a little more fancy

he always makes sure you look good he always thinks you do tho

like if y’all are going out and you look kinda dumb

he refuses to leave until you fix yourself

he does it in a playful and loving way though

if he can’t find anything for you to wear he’ll buy you something to

he definitely takes you shopping a lot

mostly for clothes

likes you wearing leather jackets and a tshirt

especially his leather jacket

or his sweatshirts

any of his clothes really

you just look so cute and soft and cuddly and fhsjfhjkds you bust all his uwus

it makes him want to cuddle and squeeze you to death

especially if you’re just in your underwear and one of his white shirts to bed

waking up with him is the best bc he’s all up against you with his face nuzzled in your neck

whines when you try to get up and he’ll grab your hand and pout and you just can’t resist bc who can say no to a pouty hyunjin

i feel like crying imagining it :’)

likes cooking with you

even if it doesn’t turn out so great

y’all are always just messing around in the kitchen

likes finding recipes so when you fall asleep or something he can have something for you to eat when you wake up

always makes sure you eat too

oh you just woke up ? i’ll get breakfast

you haven’t eaten since lunch and it’s been four hours ? let’s get a snack

jUst finished pizza ? you need more hun

you need to make sure he eats and rests enough too though

bc he practices a lottt and often forgets to grab lunch so please please please bring him something to eat

he absolutely loves when you do that

it makes him feel loved and cared for and important

likes to be babied, but also likes babying you

love love love loves showing you off

like he’s constantly talking about you to everyone

cool with pda only if you are

if you are then that’s gREAT

he likes to drape his arm around your shoulder when you guys walk

especially around people

loves hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your head

cuddling 24/7

cooking ? he’s back hugging you and waiting for you to feed him

dancing ? he’s changing the song so y’all can slow dance

watching netflix ? he’s all up on you, legs tangled in yours with your head on his chest and his fingers in your hair

really good at kissing

like have you seen them lips boiiii

does it all the time

especially little pecks on your lips

doesn’t care if there’s people around, he’s your boyfriend he can do what he wants

he doesn’t go past that when people are present

but when they’re not

bitchhhhh

okay so

he might be legal in america however he’s not in korea so i’m gonna keep it appropriate for his age, lmk if there’s a problem please

okay so everything usually starts with cuddling

which’ll lead to him giving you little kisses on your forehead or cheek

which moves to your lips

and he’ll peck you some times before giving you a longer kiss

he’ll gradually move from your lips to your jaw to your neck to your collarbones

leaving marks all the way down

then back up again

he’ll teasingly drag his tongue up and across your lips before finally locking his with yours

pulling you onto his lap with a hand at your jaw around your ear

his other on your waist

when it comes to kissing he’s definitely not rough at all with it, very slow and passionate

lotsss of open-mouthed kisses with tongue

probably groans a lot

especially if you bite his bottom lip oh lord

he loves it

also bites and pulls yours while looking at you with dark, hooded eyes

somebody stop me please this is too much for my heart

runs his hands up and down your body

like he’ll start from your neck and slowly travel down to your waist and thighs before going right back up

will also slip his hands under your shirt when he comes back

loves it when you roam your hands around his body too

especially his chest and collarbone area

however he also loves your body pressed all the way up against his to where y’all can feel each others heartbeats

probably won’t go farther than pushing your hips down against him

bc even tho he’s a confident boy he respects you and doesn’t want to do anything you don’t

even if he did i’m not writing past that dammit

#stopsexualizingminors2k18

so he’ll end it off by dragging his hands up to cup your face

and he’ll slow down the kissing until it gets to soft little pecks again

then he’ll kiss you all over your face and lay down facing each other with your legs tangled

smiling with red and swollen lips

facing each other with your legs tangled and your arms around his torso, his draped across your waist

bc he just loves looking at you

he’ll kiss you again bc he just can’t help himself

he loves the feeling of your lips on his

then he’ll pull away and settle his face in your neck and fall asleep

wow i’m in love :’)

overall someone who just loves you so so so so much and loves to take care of you

but you need to take care of him as well bc he’s busy and forgetful

you’re truthfully the best thing that’s ever happened to him, nothing makes him happier than being able to see and touch you

it’s not possible to love him more than he loves you

okay i’m soft

i’ll stop now goodbye

[bitchsexuality]

@doveemoji tagged me to do a 15 questions/15 mutuals tag game (i’m more or less copying your description of it because i don’t know how else to explain it JSDFGDFGDFS) thank u!!!!!!! 😊 i Can and Will take any excuse to talk about myself

are you named after someone? my middle name is the same as my oldest cousin’s, but from what i’ve been told i wasn’t actually named AFTER her, my parents just thought it worked well as a middle name for me too

last time i cried? today :( i went to the hospital because i was still a bit feverish yesterday night, and i had to get a lot of tests done + i was feeling like shit, so at a certain point i just started getting really nervous and upset and ended up like. having a fucking breakdown in the bathroom and crying my eyes out from the stress KJSDFGBJKDSG

do i use sarcasm? yeah, but i’m not sure i actually use it right most of the time because i’m Autism and i didn’t start doing 100% naturally i don’t think - i just happened to be around very sarcastic people all the time and i kind of picked it up to Look Normal, so to speak (which doesn’t always work out very well because sometimes i get it wrong/misinterpret somebody as being sarcastic when they aren’t and vice versa 😬)

first thing i notice abt a person? depends on the person...? like what their most immediately noticeable/identifying characteristics are. if someone has knee-length blue hair or is 2 meters tall or something i’ll Probably notice that first. same when it comes to personality - there aren’t specific things i always notice, it’s more of “what about this person makes them memorable”, which could be anything really. uh i don’t think i understood this question very well dkjfgbsd

what’s your eye color? dark brown. love it

scary movie or happy endings? uh. wait. scary movies are a genre and endings (happy or otherwise) aren’t, they’re elements of a story, so i don’t see the like. criterion here jsdfgbsdj but idk, again it depends. i’m not really a big fan of scary movies but some can be good. and i do like happy endings as a general rule but sometimes what the author considers a “happy” ending is just corny + boring bullshit, or it’s done poorly and leaves you kinda unsatisfied... Depends. Depends.

special talent? hmm. i was gonna say “none” because i’m depreshion but you know what? i’m gonna be nice to myself. i can read VERY quickly + i learned how to read when i was 3 years old and i did it pretty much on my own!

birthplace? buenos aires, argentina

hobbies? sdfgdsf when i’m asked about my hobbies i end up feeling like a deer in the headlights because like i Know i have hobbies i just can’t think of any. uh i like reading, writing, drawing, playing videogames (F), making OCs and then not doing anything with them. i swear to god there are more things i just can’t think of any rn

do/have u played any sports? i’m not playing any right now, but i have played -or “played” more like- several in the past, though most of the time it either wasn’t my choice or i stopped playing them like one week after starting dlkfngsjd

pets? none atm :(

height? Unfortunate (1.60m/5′2)

fave subject in school? hm... literature and english were always my faves, partly because i liked them (most of the time...) but mostly because i did well at them, not gonna lie. though to be fair i DID like several other subjects -biology/science and psychology in high school come to mind- it’s just that i hate the, um, the way education is structured in schools, if that makes sense? so i never got to enjoy them as much as i could’ve because the way they were taught wasn’t good for me, especially regarding my mental health and stuff (high school was PARTICULARLY bad) :/

dream job? i’ve always wanted to be a writer (but like a famous one kjsdfb), but as for more hypothetical/This Will Never Happen kind of dream job: astronaut!

god sorry this is so long SDKJGB i always answer these questions in too much detail...

as for tagging i had a really exhausting day so i have no Energy right now... let’s just say that if you want to do this then please feel free to say i tagged you + to mention me in your own post! 💖

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Wonwoo: Protector (Part Six)

Characters: Wonwoo x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, a lil crack at the end, smut (idk it’s pretty vanilla, biting/marking, cockwarming)

Word count: 3,068

Summary: If there’s one thing Wonwoo hates, it’s feeling helpless; like there’s nothing he can do to stop somebody he loves from getting hurts. It’s happened to him once before, and he swears it’ll never happen again. Especially not after he meets you.

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Everybody was trying to forget about the banshee. They hadn’t heard anything from it since that night, and a few weeks had gone by. Wonwoo kept his focus on keeping your mind off of the events that happened with your home, and making sure you were safe. He still hadn’t spoken to you about what Jia insisted he tell you, but he figured it wasn’t the best time with everything going on.

Wonwoo also had to stay inside for a while. It wasn’t like he couldn’t go out to stretch his legs, but the alphas were nervous about him, Chan, or you going outside and running into a werewolf hunter that may be in the area thanks to Donghae. So he was sitting inside with you a lot, which was making him antsy. He couldn’t sit still and often became fidgety. He paced the house, and he even kept himself moving when he was sitting down. His fingers would drum against his thighs, the couch, the table, even against your skin when he pulled you to sit in his lap with him. The boy could not sit still for the life of him, but you couldn’t really blame him. Still, it could get a little distracting sometimes.

“Are you going to calm down anytime soon?” you giggled as you felt Wonwoo’s fingertips tapping against the outside of your thighs.

You were sitting between his legs on his bed, a book shoved in your face as your mate scanned the pages from behind you. But his constant fidgeting, his soft hums, and the grumbles of content coming from him were becoming a bit distracting. It wasn’t the bad kind of distracting where it was annoying, it was just something you were paying more attention to than your book.

“No,” he replied honestly, his fingers still tapping up a storm on your bare thighs. “I don’t think you understand how bored I am, _____. I literally can’t sit still.”

“I think you need to get that energy out,” you decided, closing your book and putting it off to the side.

You noticed that Wonwoo at least didn’t seem as stressed and distracted as he was back at your house, and you thought maybe it was because he was back in the same house with his sister -- and with you always with him, he couldn’t go out of his way to argue with her. He could focus on other things now – things that his instincts told him to do a while ago, but he couldn’t because he was too depressed over his sister. Now, those things were at the forefront of his mind, and he also knew that they’d be a great way for getting out this energy you were talking about.

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, his fingers starting to tap their way toward the inside of your thighs. “What’re my options?”

“Some of the boys are outside running around, I think,” you noted, hearing playful barking every now and then. “Probably to keep Chan entertained while he’s on lock down.”

“Is that it?” Wonwoo wondered, his voice lower and closer to your ear now, causing tingles to rush over your body. “You just want to go outside and watch me ‘run around’?”

“Well…did you have something else in mind?”

He hummed softly, pretending to think about it before he spoke, his fingertips softly caressing up your thigh, “I think I could show you better than I could explain it, but I’d like to have permission first.”

“Permission?”

“_____, I don’t think you know how long I’ve been pushing down these instincts because of everything else happening. I want you completely, and I want your permission for that.”

You snorted, turning in his lap to playfully whack his shoulder, “Jeon Wonwoo, that is the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said!”

“What?” he laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “You should’ve heard the story of how Josh asked Lilly if he could mark her. He asked if she was into biting.”

You let out a laugh, your head dropping to Wonwoo’s shoulder, “God, he’s more embarrassing than I remember.”

“Don’t start talking about your memories of Joshua,” he whined, his arms snaking around your waist to pull your body flush against his. “It’ll ruin the mood.”

“What mood?” you scoffed, figuring the mood had already shifted from what it was, to playful and giggly. “You brought it up in the first place, anyway!”

Before you could even get out another laugh, you were pinned flat on your back, Wonwoo’s hands holding your wrists down. He was leaning above you, his golden eyes spotting red already as he eyed you.

“Tell me if you want me to stop...” he told you lowly.

Slowly, you nodded, trying to process just how Wonwoo was able to shift the mood back so easily. But you didn’t have any intention of telling him to stop. Truthfully, you’d been wanting this as long as he had.

Wonwoo leaned down, his lips pressing softly against yours. He hummed into the kiss, and you could just feel how happy he was. His lips started moving from yours, down to your jaw, and down to your neck. His kisses were soft but eager as he tried to kiss every inch of your exposed skin that he could.

You felt his hands release your wrists to grab the hem of your shirt, tugging it up to expose more of your skin. A soft growl emitted from his chest as he looked you over, his lips moving lower toward your breasts.

“I really wanted to do something romantic for our first time,” he mused, his hands holding your waist and rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs, “but I just held everything in for so long…”

You opened your mouth to reply, but you words were cut off as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around. Your eyes fell shut as you let out a sigh, your hands moving to his hair and carding through it. One of his hands moved up to your other breast, toying with your nipple with his thumb and forefinger. 

His hips impatiently rolled into yours, and you could feel him getting harder through his pants. He groaned against your skin at the feeling, thrusting into your clothed core. You let out a gasp at the sudden movement, causing him to smirk and glance up at you.

His lips moved elsewhere, moving down to your stomach and leaving open mouthed kisses there. They went lower and lower to your hips where he stopped to suck a mark right above the waistband of your shorts. You let out a soft whimper as his teeth nipped at your skin, your hips raising to him as your arousal pooled between your legs.

For someone who claimed to have been waiting so long, he really wanted to tease you beforehand.

Wonwoo chuckled at your eagerness, letting his tongue run over the forming red mark on your skin as his fingers pulled your shorts down. You lifted your hips to help him, your heart beating quickly in anticipation – and Wonwoo could hear it. He took his time slipping the clothing down your legs, raising his eyebrows almost mockingly as he watched you biting your lip as you waited.

Your mate hummed as his eyes drifted over the wet spot in your underwear, his red eyes darkening as his fingers slipped down between your legs, “Love, you’re already so wet for me. I didn’t think I’d have this much of an affect on you.”

One finger slid into your heat while his thumb rubbed circles into your clit. You let out soft moans as you reached up to cling to Wonwoo, hiding your face in his neck. Once he had you worked up enough, he added a second finger and began to scissor them inside you, stretching you out for him. You whined out his name, and he pulled away a bit to look at you.

“What is it, love?” he murmured.

“I need you,” you told him, causing him to grin almost evilly at how desperate you sounded, “I’m ready Wonwoo. Please, just I need you inside me.”

“What I wouldn’t give to hear you keep begging,” he sighed happily as he took his fingers out of your underwear. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, locking eyes with yours as he sucked them clean. “Or to keep tasting you.”

“Wonwoo…” you whined as your cheeks turned a deep pink.

“But I can’t wait either,” he decided, finally taking off your panties as he sat up.

You sat up as soon as you were completely naked, reaching for Wonwoo’s button-up that had the first two or three buttons undone already. You managed to get them undone despite your sweaty hands and shaky fingers. He smiled as he watched you, licking his lips as how badly you seemed to want him. His erection was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in his trousers but he couldn’t move away from you yet; he just wanted to watch his beautiful mate.

Once his shirt was undone, your fingers moved to the buttons of his pants. He slid his shirt off, dropping it to the floor where he’d left your clothes. When his button and zipper were undone, he stood to shove his pants off and let them pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them and knelt between your legs, stroking his hardened member as he stared down at you, laying on your back as you waited for him.

“God, you’re so beautiful, _____,” he mumbled, his deep red eyes scanning your body before coming back to your face with your hair splayed out around like a halo. “I’ve never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as you.”

Heat rushed to your face, but you didn’t move to cover the blush. Instead, you reached out to grab Wonwoo’s hands and pull him down for a kiss. He laughed against your lips, kissing you sweetly to distract you as he let go of one of your hands to line himself up with your entrance. You felt his tip rubbing up and down your slit, making you gasp at the feeling. He took that opportunity to deepen the kiss right as he slowly slid inside you. He could feel your body tense, probably from the stretch, so he paused his movements to let you adjust.

You felt his chest vibrating against yours from how good it felt to just finally do this. You knew as a werewolf, mating and marking was a huge priority for him. Both of you knew that you both were completely okay with it, but you both also had things to worry about. You never pressed Wonwoo to do anything because you knew how worried he was about Danbi, and even you were worried for their relationship. He didn’t want to do anything since your house was burned down, but you were doing your best to come to terms with the situation, and try to see the bright side of things: at least you could always stay with Wonwoo now.

As he waited for you to adjust to his size, he moved his hand to your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles to bring you some pleasure. You moaned into the kiss, your hands weaving through his soft locks.

“I-I’m okay,” you said with a shaky breath.

You didn’t know why you felt nervous. Wonwoo was somebody you loved and trusted – more than anybody, actually – so why were you so nervous about this? Maybe because it was your first time together and you wanted it to be perfect? Or maybe just because sex just made some people nervous?

Slowly, Wonwoo pulled his hips back before moving them forward at the same pace. He groaned, his face dropping into your shoulder, “God, you feel so good. You’re amazing.”

The speed of his hips picked up gradually, his lips wandering the expanse of your neck and chest. He tried to stay quiet, wanting to hear your moans and sighs and mewls as his hips snapped into yours with more and more intensity, but the growls and snarls that bubbled in his chest were hard to contain. 

His fingers sped up with his hips, his ministrations on your clit keeping pace with however hard and fast he decided to go with his thrusts. It wasn’t long until you were clinging to Wonwoo while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, trying to get you closer to your release, as he wasn’t going to last long, either.

“Are you going to cum for me, love?” he asked lowly, one hand holding himself up while the other continued to rub quick circles into your clit.

You nodded, whimpers coming from your mouth as you bit your lower lip, “I-I’m so–”

“I know, baby,” he cooed as his fangs elongated, grazing the skin of your shoulder. “Close your eyes and say my name nice and loud. I promise you’ll hardly feel a thing.”

Your hips bucked up, moving with his until your orgasm finally hit. You were unable to keep your eyes open as pleasure washed over you, and Wonwoo’s name fell from your lips. That was when you felt the slight sharpness in your shoulder, somehow intensifying the feeling of your orgasm.

“Oh god, Wonwoo!” you gasped, stars exploding behind your eyes as warmth filled you, and you heard Wonwoo let out a loud moan as his hips thrust messily through both your orgasms.

You came down slowly as Wonwoo’s fangs were removed from your shoulder. He laid on top of you while his tongue swiped over the mark, healing it faster. His weight was comfortable even though he was heavier than you, and you enjoyed playing with the soft locks of his hair. His hands held your hips, comfortingly rubbing your skin with his thumbs. He was even too tired to pull out of you, but neither of you seemed to mind.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his cheek resting on your shoulder as he looked up at you with his now-golden eyes.

You nodded, your eyelids starting to droop, “Better than okay.”

He chuckled quietly, starting to trace meaningless patterns on your skin. Outside, you could still hear the pack playing and running around to pass the time until they got tired out or bored -- whichever came first. You could also see the sun was starting to go down outside your window.

“Did you want me to get up?” Wonwoo wondered in a murmur. “Like…do you want to go clean up or something?”

“Can we nap first?” you asked, letting out a sleepy sigh. “This is comfortable.”

“I agree,” he decided with a smile, letting his own eyes close. “I love you so much, _____. Things are going to start getting better.”

“I know they will,” you agreed, starting to slowly drift off to sleep. “Things will always be okay as long as we’re together. I love you.”

“I love you more, my beautiful, marked mate.”

-

The only reason either of you woke up was because of the clap of thunder you heard. You jolted up, causing Wonwoo to roll off of you. He fell on the floor, but he was more concerned with covering his ears than caring about where he landed. The sound shook the whole house from how close it was, and it was followed by a bright flash of lightning that shone through the curtains. You let out a little scream from the surprise.

Wonwoo looked up from the floor, immediately going to you to comfort you, “Are you okay?”

You removed your hands from your ears, looking around, “What the fuck was that?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Soonyoung shouted as his door hit the wall when he slammed it open.

The wolves gathered in the hallway again. Wonwoo and you joined them once you were covered and decent. The pack had obviously heard the thunder before, but they wanted to get to the bottom of who was doing it now. This was the third time it had woken them up.

“Which one of you fuckers is doing that?” Soonyoung demanded, looking around angrily at the pack – though it was hard for you to take the alpha seriously with his bad case of bedhead that caused his dark hair to stick out in all directions.

“The lightning?” Seokmin wondered.

“No, the slight wind outside,” Josh replied sarcastically.

“Yes! I wanna know who the fuck is striking the house with lightening!” Soonyoung demanded.

“Well,” you spoke up, knowing a bit about this thanks to Beom, “we can rule out Seungcheol, Joshua, Soonyoung, Jihoon, Minghao, and Chan. They already have powers, and they can’t have more than one.”

Suddenly, Seungcheol’s door opened, and out walked Jooyeon with a pocket knife. She looked more pissed off than afraid like she had before, but also like she had barely slept, if at all, “Whoever it is, can they stop?”

Junhui frowned, “Jooyeon, why do you have a knife?”

Seungcheol walked up behind her, his torso bare as he yawned and plucked the knife from her hand, “I told you to stop sleeping with this under your pillow.”

While the mated couple retreated back to their room -- the other mated couple hadn’t even come out since Jiwoo was crying again -- the rest of the pack continued to stand in their respective doorways, wanting to know who had the obnoxious power that was startling the pack and shaking the house.

“We’re not going to get anywhere with this!” Jihoon called over everybody’s bickering. “Let’s just go back to sleep. I don’t want to be awake longer than I need to be.”

“Amen,” Jeonghan scoffed before swiftly shutting his door.

“Besides, we shouldn’t ruin the night after Wonwoo finally marked _____,” Hansol smirked.

Heat crept up to your cheeks as your hand went to your neck where Wonwoo’s mark was now. The pack all looked at you, realizing that they did sense Wonwoo on you more strongly than before. They just hadn’t noticed sooner because of the situation.

“Wait, you fucked when we were all home?” Soonyoung gasped.

Seungkwan made a face, “Don’t call it that!”

“Yeah, goodnight, Soonyoung,” Joshua said as he walked over, pushed the alpha into the bedroom, and closed the door on him.