#im gonna go stand outside and stare at the sun

[yoloyeahhh]

born to stare into the void, forced to pretend to be busy on my phone

[evie-sturns]

𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 - 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

summary: you've been pissing chris off all day, accidentally knocking his stuff over, purposely teasing him in public, to the point where he starts to get seriously mad at you to the point where he has to put you in your place.

warnings: smut, rough!chris, use of safe word, argument, swearing.

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I didn't know that what i was doing was affecting chris this much, I mean, today has just been like any other. I hung out with my boyfriend of 2 months, chris, the whole day with his brothers and friends.

he seem's to be extra on edge today, ever since i broke one of his cologne bottles.

(flashback)

hey chris, im just gonna head downstairs- SMASH

"oh fuck i'm so sorry i'll clean that up now-" i said, getting on my hands and knees and collecting the shards of black glass. "y/n just go downstairs, get out of my room please." chris spoke, glaring down at me. "i'm so sorry chris, i can buy you anothe-" i was cut off by him picking me up and placing me outside of his bedroom.

(present)

me, chris, nathan, nick and matt are sitting on the sturniolos couch as the sun sets through the window to our right, a dim light fills the living room as matt and nick have an argument, god knows what its about.

im cudding up to chris's side, my leg resting over his thigh as he scrolls on his phone aimlessly. ive been sitting here for about an hour, i think chris is still pissed about the cologne bottle incident. i hate to admit it, but chris when hes mad is the hottest version of him.

i move my leg from his thigh up to his lap, using my leg to rub him very softly through his sweatpants. he grabs my leg, pushing it off him "stop that." he whispers, shaking his head at me. "stop what?" i ask, a guilty smile tugging at the corners of my lips as i move my leg back to its original position, applying more pressure on his crotch.

right before he's about to grab my leg again nathan starts - "whos up for top golf!" he says, looking around the room with a smile on his face. "nate its late." matt speaks, leaning back against the couch.

"so you're boring?" nate tuts.

"fine, only if the others go though." nick says, standing up off the couch. "chris, y/n?" he says, looking at us.

im about to agree but chris answers for me "were staying here." he says, his tone angry.

i look at chris with a confused look, but hes back to scrolling on his phone. "well me, matt and nate are going, we'll be a few hours." nick says, grabbing his coat and phone.

matt and nathan follow nick out the door, giving me and chris a small wave before slamming the front door shut.

chris stands up, leaving me on the couch, he faces me "what the fuck is wrong with you!" he yells. "what?" i say defensively, moving back against the couch, my eyes widening from the sudden raise of his voice.

"what!!??" he mocks, before starting

"this whole day you've been on my last nerve, and I'm sick of it. You've ruined half the shit in my room then you start touching up on my dick in front of my brothers?"

my jaw is slack, in pure shock as he flames me, i can't help my attitude start to build up, i scoff "not my fault you've been sensitive and pissy all day, sorry that im clumsy today?" i bite back, rolling my eyes.

chris stares at me "you have no respect for any of my shit, youve gone and shattered my $450 cologne that nick got me and you expect me to be happy? pathetic." he yells.

a few tears drop from my eyes, i don't know why. his words aren't hurting me but he knows i can't deal with people yelling at me. my attitude keeps up though "if you're gonna be so sensitive go cry in your room christopher." i fold my arms.

chris storms out of the living room, slamming the door to the bathroom shut.

i wipe my eyes before standing up, running upstairs into chris's room. its already been decided that im staying the night here by nick, so i decide to get into my pyjamas.

i pull my shirt off over my head, revealing my white lacy bra which i especially wore for chris, i was expecting a different evening with us.

suddenly i hear the bedroom door open behind me, chris storms in before walking up to me, i swing my body around to look at him. he grabs me by my throat, i gasp loudly as he grabs me, throwing me down on the mattress.

i sink my teeth into my bottom lip as i look up at him, before pulling him down into an angry kiss. he pulls away, ripping off his shirt. "built up a bit of an attitude today haven't you?" he mumbles, yanking my shorts and panties off in one motion.

he reaches a hand under me onto my back, flipping me over onto my stomach.

he grabs my ankles, forcing me onto all fours. i whine, desperatly. "so needy aren't you." he says, yanking down his sweatpants. i look over my shoulder at him.

"hand behind your back." he demands, putting his hand out. i put my hands behind my back, chris grabs both of my wrists with one hand. holding them, forcing me to arch.

"chirs.." i groan, squirming slightly, his hand collides with my clit. "fuck!" i yelp, chris shushes me "why do you think you deserve my dick after giving me such an attitude today hm?"

he lines himself up with me, pulling my wrists closer to him, my chest and head are fully off the bed as my back arches more then i knew it ever could.

without warning her slams into me, i let out a loud cry from the sudden stretch. "dont. make. a noise." he says, slamming into me at a brutal pace. i let out pathetic whimpers as i'm held in place by him.

he reaches his spare hand round, shoving two fingers in my mouth.

chris has never been like this in bed, im in total shock as he fucks the attitude out of me.

without warning i clench around him, releasing the knot in my stomach. his thrusts don't slow, i wouldn't be wrong if i said they quickened.

im so sensitive, my vision blurry as he takes what he needs from me.

we've had a safe word established for a while, we made it while we were in a stupid mood, so it has a stupid name. 'dinosaur' , but ive never even thought about using it until now.

"chris.. chris chris." i groan, tears streaming down my face from the intensity. "fuck- d-dinosaur" i cry out, chris stops thrusting instantly, checking to see if he heard right.

"dinosaur.." i whisper.

chris pulls out instantly, he gently releases the painful grip on my wrists, as he collapses down next to me, sitting on the bed, pulling me onto his lap in a cradling me.

"hey hey.. don't cry sweetheart." he whispers into my hair, grabbing his shirt and pulling it onto me. "are you alright baby? too much?" he coos, rubbing my arms. "please speak to me gorgeous."

i nod into his chest, "im fine, just sensitive.." i stammer.

"oh okay i'm so sorry" he says, pure guilt in his voice as he stands up, holding me like a bride.

suddenly i let out a small laugh, he looks down, confusion painted across his face.

"wait.. whats funny?" he questions

"what were we thinking when we came up with that safeword." i laugh into his chest.

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this might be my last fic for a few days cause school is starting up tomorrow.

[foreingersgod]

hi bb!! im glad you’re backkk

could you do reader coloring in emilys tattooos??🥰🥰

Coloring Book . EE

pairing: emily engstler x reader

A/N: this was such a cute idea! i hope i did it justice :)

my masterlist → here

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soft music hummed in the background from your phone. a random playlist shuffling songs as you and your girlfriend, emily, sat atop your shared bed. the sheets were tucked neatly, pillows haphazardly pushed back as emily laid against them. she wasn’t wearing a top, just her sports bra paired with her shorts to display her array of tattoos. you were sat on her lap, your legs straddling her waist.

there was a variety of different markers scattered across the bed. the scent of xylene wafted throughout the room, filling your nose. you had one marker in your hand, its cap lost somewhere beside you as you got to work.

after quite some convincing, emily was finally letting you color in her tattoos. you had seen the trend on social media a while ago and thought it was so cute. for days you begged her, eager to pull out the markers that had been forgotten in your desk, to let you do it. she wasn’t amused by the idea at first, she thought it was silly if she were to be honest. but when you gave her that look, pouted lips and bright beautiful eyes, she knew she couldn’t resist you. so here you were, on a sunday afternoon, finally getting your wish.

the sun poured in through the window with a calming 5 o’clock glow. it illuminated her skin perfectly, allowing the thick lines of ink on her body to stand out. you were leaning forward slightly, neck craning downwards to get a better view of the tattoos on emily’s arm. she propped her arm up for you to give you better access.

“ok ok, i’m done with the blue, what color should i do next?” you asked, blowing away the strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face. you put the cap back on the royal blue marker and placed it neatly back in the box.

“whatever you want, baby” emily smiled at you. she had to admit she was actually enjoying this, seeing you so enthusiastic made her heart flutter “you’re the artist here”

“well in that case” you rummaged through the markers for a moment, trying to find the color you were looking for. as you leaned across the bed, emily’s hands found their way to your hips, gripping them to hold you in place “i think i’m gonna go with red”

“perfect choice”

you grinned, glancing up at her briefly before turning your attention back to her arm. you began to color in the lines with the bright shade of red. emily watched as you colored her skin. she couldn’t seem to get enough of the sight. how your hair kept falling in front of your face, and how you would brush it back behind your ear. how you stuck your tongue out ever so slightly as you tried to concentrate on coloring. even how the ends of your lips pulled into the cutest smile when you were pleased with the work you’d done. she could stare at you all day if she could.

although she loved looking a your gorgeous face, she couldn’t help but feel inclined to take a look at your progress. with one of your hands wrapped around her bicep, the other clutching the marker that ran across her skin, she managed to take a peek. you had already filled in parts of her tattoos with pinks and blues and the occasional yellow. in some spots, you had colored outside the lines, but to emily that just gave it more personality. as she admired the bursts of color you let out a satisfied laugh, catching her attention and causing her to look back up at you.

“all done!” you clasped your hands together “what do you think?”

you seemed so proud of your artwork, biting down on your lip in excitement as you awaited her response.

“it looks so good, babe” she looked at the scribbles on her arm once more “you did such a good job! i love it”

“thank you for letting me do this,” you had now completely disregarded the markers, leaving them as a mess for future you. you had adjusted yourself on emily’s lap and scooted closer to her, placing your hands on either side of her face “you’re such a softie”

she shook her head and chuckled under her breath. god you were gonna be the death of her “only for you”

you let your body lean into her, face inching closer to hers as you pulled her into you. with eyes gently closing, you pressed your lips to hers ever so sweetly. you felt her relax into the kiss as she sighed into you. her lip’s curling into a smile as she kissed you once more.

“this isn’t going to wash off easily, will it?” she murmured against your lips.

“nope”

you both burst into laughter, imagining how long it was going to take for her to scrub the vivid colors off her arm. emily could already see it, her teammates teasing her, reminding her just how whipped she was for you. but she didn’t mind, not one bit, just as long as she got to she her girl happy.

[luvyeni]

❛LOVING THE COMMONER❜ ( k. sunoo )

— authors note. i did it, i finally did another sunoo smut

p. prince!sunoo x commoner!reader w. 2.9k+

— 𖦹 warnings. modern royal au, bully!sunoo but he softens up, angst (gasps luvyeni😱), unprotected sex, fingering, public sex (?)

— 𖦹 ( after seeing you break down sunoo realized he officially crossed the line ) !

The day they intergraded the royal kids and the common kids at the school was an interesting day to say the least — sunoo was a young prince; 8 or 9.

All he could remember was his parents, the king and the queen were not happy ‘why do we have to do this, they aren’t like us’ ‘because we have to show that we are with the times, the outside world thinks we haven’t progressed at all.’ And now at 18, sunoo could say that no, they haven’t progressed at all.

The school was intergraded so the common kids were free to go to a good school and get a good education — but that didn’t mean the royal kids made it easy for them.

Sunoo specifically made it harder for you— he hated you, and he made sure to tell you everyday when he cornered you in the hall; students and teachers walking past— I mean who’s gonna check the king’s son, the future king; besides you were just a commoner, in his eyes you should be glad he's even acknowledging you.

You didn’t want to go to the intergraded school — your mom a seamstress for the queen and your dad working as the cook at the castle, you kind of had no choice but to go, seeing the boy every single day— where he and his friends would subject you to their bullying, making fun of your dresses that were old and worn, or your hair that was sometimes messy from your morning chores at your house.

Sunoo specifically would always talk about how your whole family worked for his— “I don’t know why you’re trying to get a good education, we all know where you’ll end, cleaning my chambers when I become king.” Is what he would always tell you, laughing along with his friends as you picked your falling books off the ground.

“You could poison him.” Kyujin said, taking a bite of the food provided to you by the school. “I mean your dad is the cook.” You stared at her. “yeah, i’ll poison the future king and have my whole family killed.” She shrugged; “just trying to help.” You shook your head, standing up holding your full tray in your hands, not bothering to eat. “just eat your food, im gonna go to the study and get some work done.” You said, stood up with her face food. “wait i’ll come with you, for support.”

“hurry then.” You said, turning on your heel not knowing someone was behind you— not knowing he was behind you. “yn watch–” it was too late, you had crashed into the person, dropping the food all over you, the person in front of you; the tray hitting the floor. “what the fuck.”

You recognized the voice, cursing under your breath. “sun-sunoo im so sorry.” You always kept your eyes on the floor when talking to him— scared of what would happen if you looked at him in the eyes. “i-i wasn’t p-paying attention, it’s my fault.” Ready for one of his berating comments that would make the entire canteen laugh at you— but it never came.

Sunoo watched you smile and talk to your friend, laughing when she told a joke, your nose crinkling up, your smile bright— that’s what he hated, how happy and free you were, how you could always be so happy, despite your living situation, despite he and his friends torment— how he wish he could be like you, not having to please everyone— he wished you could talk to him how you talked to the teachers and other students— no he wanted you to like him how he liked you but hid it from everyone. “She’s leaving.” He sighed getting up, not even wanting to bother you today, but people expected it— and had to give the people what they wanted.

Looking down at your trembling body— he felt a pang at his heart— he did this to you, he instilled this fear into your heart, trying to impress people who he didn’t give a fuck about. He listened to his friends shout curse words at you with disgusted— how could he ever say those things to you, and you just took it, he felt so horrible. “That’s enough.” Hushed voices fell, leaving the canteen silent once again. “Yah.” You were ready for whatever he was gonna give you.

He grabbed your wrist, you felt it tightening. “come.” He dragged you away, leaving everyone with the suspense and your heart thumping out of your chest in fear, unaware on what he was gonna do to you— you two were never alone, his friends always behind him, so it frightened you even more.

He pulled you into the empty art room, closing the door. He turned stepping to you, you took a step back. “im sorry your highness.” Your upper lip trembled. “I don’t have any money to replace it, but my mom is a good cleaner as you know.” You pleaded. “please I didn’t mean any harm.” dropping to your knees, he took a step back, watching as you burst into tears. “please just don’t hurt me.”

He didn’t know what to do; he’s seen you cry, but this was new; you were having a full break down. “stop.” He said, but you didn’t hear him, your cries too loud. “I said stop!” he shouted, you bit your lip trying hold back the noise. “please stand up.” He said. “please.”

You heard his soft voice— something you’ve never heard before, slowly getting up from your kneeling position, standing in front of him, eyes glued to the floor. “look at me.” He said, you didn’t out of fear. “I said look at me.” He grabbed your cheeks, lifting your head, forcing you to look at him, you whimpered at the sudden force. “stop crying.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said. “I promise I won’t hurt you.” Before you could even react, you felt his arms wrap around your body, your eyes widened, body still nonreactive as you listened to his heart beat, surprisingly that calmed you down, your sobs, turning to sniffles— then you were silent, pushing him away. “what are you doing?”

He didn’t know what to say; he couldn’t explain why he hugged you, so he stood there silent. “please if this I just to tease me, just get it over with, I have to get to cook classes.” You said, voice barely a whisper. “I already said im not gonna hurt you.”

He took his handkerchief out his pocket— reaching his hands out. “it’s not a lot, but it’s all I have.” He said. “clean yourself up before you go to class.” He took your hand placing the fabric in your hand, you were so confused right now— what was his game. “wh-what about you?” you still were worried about him, even after all he did. “im going home, I don’t feel good anyway.” You normally wouldn’t think about it, he often left just because he could— who was gonna stop the prince from leaving?

He didn’t say anything else, walking to the door, turning back. “I wont bother you anymore.” He said, before walking out leaving you alone in the class.

That was the last time you seen the prince— he just stopped coming back to school, leaving people wondering what happened in that classroom that day. Many suspected you told on him, which didn’t help your case at all— you almost had to leave school due to the constant bullying from the other students who thought you ran the prince away— yeah it didn’t make sense to you either, but who was gonna think rationally when there’s someone to pick on.

You asked your parents did they see the prince when they went to work, but they just said he was sick and didn’t leave his chambers, so you left it like that, washing his handkerchief, keeping in your skirt pocket, just in case he’d come back to school.

“it’s been three months.” You were being cornered by one of the popular maidens in the school. “he still hasn’t returned.” She pushed you up against the locker. “he-he’s probably just sick.” You said, felling the lock dig into your back. “he’s fine, now I have to go.” You tried to walk away, only to be pushed to the floor, scrapping your elbow, making the arm of your dress tear. “if he was fine, he’d be here no?” she said. “and why are you so secretive about what happened in that room?”

Your silence made them angry, but you yourself couldn’t explain what happened. “answer me you bitch.” Her hand flew up, colliding with your cheek. “what happened in the class?” You looked for help— but was met with nothing but the looks of people who were also waiting for answer. “it’s none of your business.”

You heard him, the voice that you thought about for three months for some mysterious reason. “I was sick.” He said, the girl immediately exchanged her death glare with a soft and submissive one. “can I not be sick?”

She and her friends scrambled. “o-of course your majesty, but were just worried she did something— what could she do? Make me sick.” he looked at you. “stand up.” You don’t know why, but you did what he said, standing up. “apologize.” He said, her eyes widened. “sunoo, she’s a commoner.” He saw you frowning out the corner of his eyes, anger boiling within him. “so, she’s not like us, does that mean treat her like that?” everyone was shocked, this wasn’t the sunoo they knew, stepping to the guy, his eyes low. “now apologize.”

She turned to you. “im sorry.” She said, you could tell she wasn’t sincere, but you were so desperate to get out of there, you shook your head. “now go.” He said, and haul tailed out of there, whispering under their breaths. “everyone go to class, now.” He said, everyone immediately obeying, scurrying along to their schedules. “you stay.” He pointed to you— stopping you in your steps. “come with me.”

Those words felt so familiar, as you followed behind him, until you reached the infirmary. “your highness.” The nurse let you both in. “her arm is bleeding, fix it.” She nodded, ordering you to roll up your sleeve, cleaning up the blood, putting a bandage over it. “keep replacing the bandage until it heals.” She said. “good now leave us.” He said, she bowed, leaving you both. “are you okay?”

You nodded, silently. “that’s good.” He let out a sigh. “oh.” You said softly, reaching into your pocket, pulling out the handkerchief, handing it to him. “i-i w-washed it for you.” He looked down at the fabric, most people probably would’ve threw it away; or kept it as a keepsake from the prince. “I got all the stains out too.” He watched you smile proudly to yourself, smiling to himself. “thanks.”

“Are you okay, being sick for three months must’ve been hard.” He wasn’t really sick— he was embarrassed with himself, after seeing you break down like that, he went home and really thought about what he was doing, he felt like he could only show himself when he was ready to accept what he did and apologize to you. “im sorry.”

You were surprised; he stood in front of you head low, how yours normally was, eyes to the floor, apologizing. “im so sorry, i am such a horrible person, it took me too long to realize it, and I didn’t know until that day in the classroom.” He said. “seeing you break down because of me like that, made me realize how much of a horrible person I am.”

You stood there, letting him ramble. “please forgive me.” You were silent, sighing. “why did you do it?” he looked at you? “what did I do to you that made you treat me like that?” you wanted an answer, why did he treat you like that. “because I was jealous.” He said. “jealous?” you said. “you’re the future king, you said it yourself the only thing im destined for is cleaning your floors, so why would you be jealous of me?” he was silent. “answer me.”

“because you’re you.” He said. “you can be who you want , never having to be someone you’re not to impress people, — you’re nice to everyone and I wanted you to be like that with me, I wanted you to like me the way I like you, and I was afraid because I liked you so much and I was too worried about what people would think.” He confessed, spilling his guts on the floor.

You didn’t know what to say, it was a lot to take in, so you tried to run to the door. “wait.” He grabbed your hand, pulling you back. “please let me go.” You said. “what’s wrong, did I say something wrong.” He said. “yes, yes you did, please let me go.” You tried to pull away , but he was stronger. “what was it?” he said. “everything, you aren’t supposed to like me, all those maidens out there, im sure one of them would like for you to like them, go do that.”

“but I don’t want them to— yn please stop trying to run out the door.” He said. “you hate me that bad?” he said. “I never hated you, it was you who tormented me for years, now you stand in front of me, saying you only did it because you were jealous and liked me.” You said angrily, probably the most angry he’s ever seen you. “you didn’t even bother to ask me if I liked you back or not, because you were too worried about other people would think about the prince liking a common girl.”

You were going on and on— and he couldn’t help it anymore, grabbed the sides of your face, smashing his lips against yours— you grabbed his shoulders, pushing him away. “you’re a bad person kim sunoo.” You said. “I know.” He pulled you into another kiss, a much softer one, since this time you allowed him to kiss you. “im sorry.” He said, breathless, pushing you against the medical table. “im such a bad prince.” He said pushing your legs open, slotting himself in-between.

You shouldn’t let him do this, the way he treated you was unacceptable— but as his hands crept up your skirt, lifting it past your thighs, all your sensibility flew out the window. “sunoo.” You sighed as his fingers rubbed your soft clothed folds. “sun-sunoo.” He said nothing, pulling your undergarments to the side, sliding one of his long slender fingers into your dripping cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned, his forehead pressed against yours. “so warm.”

He slid another finger inside, scissoring you open, curling his fingers up inside you. “fuck sunoo.” You moaned out as his fingers repeatedly hit that spot over and over, making you see stars. “sunoo, im gonna cum.” You threw your head back, you looked so pretty, grinding your pussy down on his fingers, desperate trying to reach your peak. “fuck cum, please cum on my hand, I need to see you cum.” He encouraged. “cum for your prince.” He hit the right spot, that had you cumming all over his hand with a squeak. “fuck.”

You heard the shuffling of his belt of his expensive pants— they felt to his ankles, his hard cock jumping, the perfect size, not to big, not to small, his tip red and dripping with pre-cum— his cock was pretty and ready to fill you up. “ready?” you nodded, his held his cock in his hand, giving himself a few strokes, before pressing it against your hole, both of you letting out a moan of pleasure as he stretched you out perfectly. “fuck so tight.”

“please.” You moaned, as he sunk his cock further into you. “please fuck me, your highness.” that name coming out your mouth like that made his cock twitch. “fuck call me that again.” He groaned, as you repeated it over. “please harder.”

Knowing the nurse would come back, he wasn’t gonna waste time, wrapping your legs around him, fucking into you at a faster. “fuck sunoo!” you yelled, forgetting all about the outside. “we gotta keep it down -fuck- people can still hear your pretty moans from the outside.” He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing all your moans, your cunt clenching tightening around him— he wasn’t gonna last long.

“fuck im gonna cum.” He pulled away, lips swollen. “m-me too.” You moaned. “oh fuck!” he cursed, pulling out stroking himself as he came all over your pussy, bringing his fingers to your clit to finish you off. “sunoo fuck!” you gasped, cumming. “fuck I’m sorry.” He said. “I got too overwhelmed, next time I promise to let you finish first.”

He quickly searched for something to clean you, gently wiping the cum from your cunt and inner thigh. “next time?” you said, he hummed, smiling, something you’ve never seen him to you, it was nice. “but first im gonna get on your good side for good, by apologizing until you really forgive me, then im gonna court you.” He explained. “and what about the people, your dad the king?” you said thinking realistically.

He kissed your lips, pulling your skirt down, helping you to your feet. “he’ll deal with it or he’ll have to look for a new king to rule.”

“and those people out there don’t matter, now that im gonna do what I want for now on.”

©️LUVYENI

[milezyuni]

—-> HERE COMES THE SUN ☀️

; part 2 !!

Tags : happy endinggg// wade wilson is the best wingman (and the most annoying) // logan is a softie // creepy guy alert

[i dont like this one alot cz i rushed it so im sorry if its shit pls b nice !’]

You grabbed your handbag before double checking you’re not a complete mess in the mirror, you were wearing a short (a little shorter than you would usually wear..) black dress and black heels, you fixed your dark red lipstick before hearing knock at the door

“Open upp !!” Wade said in a singy song voice. Since the whole thing with logan last week youve been a little down, i mean nobodys seen you in 2 weeks, so wade decided to take it into his own hands and invited (forced) you to go out to a bar with him a drink your problems away like a normal adult

“Coming —“ you rushed over to the door and swung it open “well dont you look scrumptious,” wade said as he leaned on the door frame , “and you—.. wade why are you wearing ur super suit.” You looked him up and down “well there was an emergency and i had no time to change so this is the best your gonna get bud” he put his hands under his chin framing his face, rolling your eyes you stepped out the door and made ur way to the bar

“No. Fucking. Way” you walked into the bar and see the last person you wanted to see right now, Logan. You attempt to spin around to leave but wade grabs you and drags u to sit down in a booth which just happened to be right in logans eyeline “wade why the fuck is he here!?”

“ i didnt know he was gonna be here- however this is a great chance to show him what he is missing out onnn, yknow strut your stuff a little here and there” you looked at him with a look that said ‘im gonna punch you’ “whatever im just gonna go toliet real quick..” you stood up and speed walked over to the bathroom before someone stands infront of you “hey beautiful,” it was a random guy who was clearly drunk “hi uhm sorry can i just—“ the man grabbed ur arm “where are yuu goinn’ huh?? I jus’ wanna talk..” he said as he looked you up and down like a predator sizing up their prey “hey— let go!-“ his grip tightened and he opened up his mouth to say something before being interrupted

“You heard the lady.” You knew that voice, it was Logan. The man rolls his eyes “listen here im not interesting in sharin’ so get your own-“ logans stares daggers into the guy “let go, i dont wanna have to make you.” The man finally lets go of your arm before facing logan “or wha-“ before the man could even finish his sentence logan swung at his face knocking him to the ground

“Logan! What the fuck??!” You shouted at him before the bartender kicked you and logan out. Standing outside with logan lingering near,you pulled out ur phone to try and call wade letting him know youve been kicked out the bar but you were sent to voicemail each time “hey,” logan walked up to you avoiding eye contact “im sorry i didnt know you were gonna be in here ill leave you be—“ Logan cuts you off mid sentence “no- no im sorry i uhm..- i pushed you away.” Looking at logan you smiled placing a hand on his cheek, “you’re cute when you’re nervous yknow?” As u gave him a kiss on the cheek “ i found your drawin’ its real good but not sure im that smiley—“ he looked at you “you are to me” you looked into his eyes before slowly shifting focus to his lips and leaning in for a kiss.

[freaksstar]

jay finds out about your little hobby hc (pt 2)!

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pairing: jay x fem!reader

wc: 850

genre: fluff, hc (if you wanna consider it a genre)

warnings: mentions of small cuts, blood

a/n: second installment to this mini series! ill make the master list for it now. im aware this isn't like serious writing, and believe me, i can write seriously, but i thought starting off my account with some laid back, fun hcs would be a good way for me to actually start writing! im gonna start working on a few oneshots (with grammar and everything yes, trust, i cant stand reading oneshots or fics that don't have correct grammar and punctuation, all the things), but if you have any requests please do send! i need motivation to not procrastinate on writing these anyways lol.

↳ m.list for series

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it's a normal day 'n all, but it's special! jay got a day off from practice, and since the rest of the boys are all out meeting family and spending some time alone, he decided to come spend time with you!

nowadays, it's a bit rare to get full days with each other, the two of you only usually getting every other night to spend with each other, which always end in a tangle of limbs, giggles, and finally, sleep.

so this? great news! the two of you have been spending the day outside, arranging flower bouquets together, getting takoyaki, and even spending time at your local playground, peacefully swinging with your taiyaki in hand, the silence not much of a bother. your relationship's reached the point where you can just sit in silence for long periods of time and bask in the other's company, and that's truly heartwarming.

once the sun starts to set though, jay's offering you his hand, and you're both walking away from the barren landscape of the playground, hands swinging and soft words being exchanged.

and once you get home? surprise! on a special day like this, of course jay has to cook for you. the chef would never let such an opportunity like this go to waste. after much insisting from his side, you're sitting at the dining table, discreetly sneaking glances as he cooks. he's such a work of art. and his food, of course.

you think you're being super slick about your little glances, but jay catches them all, of course. he doesn't say anything, just decides to continue cooking, little chuckles leaving his lips every now and then when he catches you staring.

in a few minutes, he's bringing out two plates and handing one to you, before sitting directly next to you with a small smile, deciding it was time to repay you. so while you were leniently carving something from wood, his chin would come to rest on his hand as he watched you, taking note of the way you poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue, focused.

slowly though, his eyes drift to your hands, where he realizes what you're carving. it's a spoon! a pretty one for that matter. you're quietly whittling intricate details into the handle, and he's in awe just from watching you.

"this a hobby of yours?" he asks quietly, not wanting to disturb you while you work. he knows for a matter of fact that when you're seriously working, you prefer to not be disturbed.

you hum in a way that indicates 'yes', and he grins, looking back up at your face again. he can't help but admire how gorgeous you look when you're hard a work after all.

"what're you making baby?" he'd ask again, after a few seconds of silence. you take a moment to respond, putting your knife down and looking at jay with a silly little smile on your face. how he loved that smile of yours.

"a spoon! for you! i've just been really into wood carving 'n stuff lately... and i wanted to carve you things for the kitchen! it was supposed to be a surprise but... i guess i don't mind you knowing about it now." you'd ramble, not noticing how he was staring at you.

god, the way jay stares at you. it's like... it could melt you. he stares at you so intensely, like the brightness of the sun, that you can't ignore it, and you burst out into giggles when you can't take his staring anymore. he never knows why you're laughing though, and just laughs with you. clueless bby.

"i'm honored to be the recipient of your gifts." he says with a small chuckle, looking away for a second. acting as if you hadn't caught the tinge of pink dusting his face. he's so unaware, it's hilarious. "yeah, i can tell." you whisper with a sweet giggle, pressing a small kiss to the side of his face, causing his face to become inevitably redder.

and so you both finish dinner together, catching up on how life's been while the both of you were busy and away from each other. the night ends with the two of you becoming a tangle of limbs, as always.

at least that'll never change with the two of you. somehow, someway, every night will end with you both being in one another's arms.

neither of you would have it any other way.

special side notes:

whenever you'd be carving and accidentally cut yourself, he'd be there in a flash! arms around your waist, and your on the kitchen counter within seconds. he's already got the little band-aid pack and he's wiping the blood away, hushing your confused queries and wrapping the cut up nicely <3 would never let his baby get hurt while pursuing her hobbies.

that's also why he makes sure that you're always carving at home. so if you decide for a change of scenery and wanna carve outside, it's a requirement that you take him with you so he can be there to patch up your cuts.

aka, he's whipped.

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tysm for reading! expect jake next <3 love you guys! gladly taking requests 😋

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[x0x0josephinex0x0]

For the request game!

Fall With Me - The Wild Reeds

SVT

Enemies to lovers

Ahhhhhh omg ok. Since no member was specified im gonna just choose one :) Warnings: a bad kiss is discussed, also they do make out, lawyer!jeonghan and he's a menace as per usual

The annual best friends’ trip would be going much better if it weren’t for the presence of a certain attorney.

The first time you’d met Yoon Jeonghan had been during a dizzying cross-examination of your expert information in a high-profile criminal case. As a forensic speech-pattern analyst, you had taken your job as an expert witness to testify against an almost-certainly guilty extortionist very seriously, but Jeonghan had managed to twist every one of your facts to the advantage of the man, creating just enough reasonable doubt to get the man off with a slap on the wrist.

You had sworn to hate the handsome, smooth-talking defense attorney for as long as you lived -- so imagine your shock when your friend had brought him along with the group as her plus-one because her boyfriend couldn’t make it. As her cousin, and the closest male relative she had, he was more than happy to tag along, he’d said. 

And now you watch him across the room, schmoozing over your friends, unable to break it to them that he was the evil attorney that you’d complained about for weeks after the trial.

What was even worse about it was that he kept catching your eye from where he sat playing cards with your childhood friends, framed in the big windows like an angel wreathed in light, his fine features sly and knowing, more and more aggravating with every glance. You knew he remembered you by the way his eyes lit with recognition as they’d taken in all the faces in the spacious cabin. You groan internally -- this man must be your own personal demon, sent to torture you for some long-forgotten sin. And he just has to look good while doing it, doesn’t he?

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” your friend Seokmin says, suddenly.

“Oh!” you exclaim, turning back toward him with a sheepish look, but he’s grinning at you.

“You aren’t the only one staring at him,” he says. “Look at Juliette.”

Sure enough, your old college roommate is eyeing Jeonghan in interest. You know that look -- she’s going to do something she’ll probably regret later if she doesn’t get distracted soon. A part of you wonders why it always seems to be down to you to prevent disaster as you excuse yourself from Seokmin with a hurried excuse, making your way over to Juliette with a request for some snowshoeing in the newly-fallen snow outside.

But of course, the odds are not in your favor today. Jeonghan stands up, tossing in his cards after what you clock as his third poker win today. “I’d better quit while I’m ahead,” he says, and then looks up at you. “Did you say something about snowshoeing?”

Well, you can’t exactly lie to his face while all your friends are looking at you expectantly, so you give him a curt nod. “Can I come?” he asks, and there is an amused undertone to his voice that brings your already-hot temper to a boiling point.

Juliette answers first. “Of course!” she chirps, and you have no choice but to trudge into the mud room with them, your jaw set in a hard line and your eyes flashing. You suit up wordlessly while the other two make flirty conversation, somehow growing even more peeved as you listen to them. 

Finally, you’re walking out into the calm, quiet forest, the snowshoes keeping your boots from sinking into the deep layer of snow frosted over the ground. You find yourself trailing behind Jeonghan and Juliette, listening to them chatter happily together, for the entirety of the hike, only finding a brief moment of relief from the anger when you pause at an overlook. Here, white-dusted fir trees spill by the thousands down a steep incline that leads to a small valley, and the sun slowly sinking seems to light everything in a pinkish glow. It’s breathtaking. You can’t help but smile.

Except for when you turn and catch a glimpse of Jeonghan staring at you.

His expression is mirroring your own: complete awe, a dumbfounded smile, eyes wide as though afraid he won’t be able to take it all in. Except he’s not looking at the view — he’s looking at you.

Juliette notices and makes a lame excuse for why she needs to head back to the cabin, ignoring your protests and leaving you alone with Jeonghan. “You remember me, don’t you?” he asks instantly when she’s out of earshot. 

“Of course I do,” you say, bristling. “Liar.”

He chuckles, and you hate how cute he is when he’s laughing at you. “It’s actually ‘lawyer’, but that’s an easy mistake,” he says, unbothered by your venom.

“Look,” you say, trying to keep a moderate tone, “in case it wasn’t already clear, I really don’t like you.”

“Why not?” he asks innocently. “Because I’m good at my job?”

“Because you helped a guilty person escape justice!” you say loudly. A raven in a nearby tree takes off in fear.

His face seems to harden a little. “Tell me what you know about the defendant.”

This request takes you aback. “I don’t know anything about him,” you tell Jeonghan. “Other than his speech patterns and what they indicate.”

He looks at your face — seeming to debate with himself for a moment. Then he speaks. “He is the only caretaker for both his elderly mother, who is blind, and a young daughter still undergoing treatments for an aggressive cancer. The company he worked for was scamming its employees out of money, so he pulled a clever scam back and was able to make enough off of it to pay for his daughter to be treated at a top hospital and for his mother to have a seeing-eye dog. If he went to jail, where would they be?”

The information you’re receiving weighs on you heavily as you listen to him, and you feel your face burn with a guilty flush. “I had no idea.”

He nods shortly. “Not everything is as black-and-white as you think.”

He begins to walk away, back toward the cabin, and you have no choice but to follow him. As you enter the mud room again, stripping off your snow clothed and hanging them to dry, Jeonghan gives a soft chuckle. “Were you really that mad?”

“Yeah,” you admit, allowing him a small smile although your ego is still a bit bruised. “You made me sound like an idiot in court. I’m quite good at my job, you know.” You internally cringe at self. Why do you feel the need to justify yourself to him?

He nods in understanding. “I know you are. And you’re cute, too.”

This boldness shocks you into silence, and he gives a small giggle that almost undoes you.  “I wanted to talk to you after trial, but the look on your face was…”

“Radiant?” you say, recovering quickly with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, you were certainly radiating something,” he allows. “I was scared you’d bite me.”

You laugh. Time to play his game, you think. “I still haven’t ruled it out.” 

You saunter past him as his jaw drops, taking a seat beside Seokmin and letting out a deep sigh. There’s still a nagging tension in the air though, especially when Jeonghan stations himself across the room from you with his cousin and some other friends, only to meet eyes with you every few minutes with a sparkle of curiosity in his wide eyes.

As night falls, the lights dim. One by one, people start excusing themselves to go to bed, until it’s just a gaggle of you left, you and Jeonghan included. You keep expecting Jeonghan to get up and go to bed -- you noticed on the first night of the trip that he tires easily and usually is in bed earlier than the rest of your friends -- but he never does. Instead, the air gets thicker as Jeonghan moves next to you on the couch, as nonchalant as anything, and you feel your cheeks heating up. Eventually he turns to you as the others become engrossed in their own conversation.

“So, if you knew that today was the last day of your life —“

“Are you serious?” you groan. “I’m disappointed in you.”

He looks indignant and taken aback. “Well, I’m trying to get to know you,” he says defensively.

“Yeah, but you’re asking the manic-pixie-dreamboy questions,” you tell him. “Start with something normal, and then maybe I’ll tell you my hamartia or whatever.”

He bites his bottom lip. “Uh, okay. What made you want to be a speech pathologist?”

“That’s much better,” you commend him. “And I actually have a little brother who grew up with a speech impediment that made him difficult to understand, and I spent my whole childhood translating him for others. So I guess it was something I knew I could do. Plus it was interesting to know how to help similar kids.” 

Jeonghan nods. “I guess that makes sense.”

“What made you want to be a lawyer?” you shoot back.

His response is immediate. “I’m a master manipulator, and I wanted to make a lot of money. It seemed like the logical choice.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s the reddest red flag I’ve ever heard,” you say. “I should be running for the hills.”

“So why aren’t you?” he asks with a sly smile. 

“Must be colorblind,” you say dryly. “But it’s actually because master manipulators usually aren’t so upfront with their gifts.”

He grins. “Well, I really am good at … influencing people, to a degree. But I guess I became a criminal defense attorney to broaden my view on humanity. There are people I’ve represented in court that I would hate to be alone with, and yet somehow I’ve learned that they all have a level of humanity that would surprise most people. They weren’t all good people, but they were all still people. And I think that’s made me a better person overall.”

You grin to hide how impressed you are. “And the money is good too.”

He nods. “Well, obviously.”

This earns a giggle from you, and Jeonghan turns his body to face yours. For the next three hours, you talk about everything, even as the last of the stragglers disappear with tired farewells into their bedroom. Finally, it’s just you and Yoon Jeonghan, sitting at opposite ends of a broad brown couch, laughing about one of your awkward dating stories. 

“And after all that,” you say, wiping a tear of derision and amusement from your eye, “he has the nerve to kiss me!”

Jeonghan’s eyes go wide. “Did he ask first?” he asks. 

“Well, yeah,” you say.

“Why did you say yes?!” he groans through laughter. 

“I was so taken aback! And also, he was pretty hot,” you admit.

He looks at you skeptically. “If I asked you a question, would you answer honestly?”

“Depends on the question.”

“Give me just this one,” he pleads.

“Okay,” you say, giving in easily at the sight of his puppy eyes.

“Was he hotter than me?” he asks.

Your jaw drops. “Yoon Jeonghan.”

“You said you’d answer the question honestly,” he reminds you.

You begrudgingly consider him. “You’re hotter,” you finally answer, glad he probably can’t see you blush in this low light.

He nods, satisfied. “Okay, go on. What happened next?”

You laugh at the nonchalant way he’s handled this news. “Oh, he was a terrible kisser. All of those looks just for him to have no sensitivity at all. Jammed his tongue down my throat and everything.”

“You should’ve told him no,” he says quietly, moving almost imperceptibly closer.

“I really should’ve. Anyway, that was actually the most recent kiss I’ve had, so my experiences with kissing are all being viewed through that lens, and it’s kind of ruined for me now.” You make a face as you remember the date, and the associated kiss. By the time your shudder brings you back down to earth, Jeonghan has moved just one inch closer on the couch. You pretend not to notice.

He pins you with his gaze, though. “Are you being coy on purpose?” he asks through narrowed eyes, making another small move in your direction.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, suddenly nervous.

“We’re alone, and you openly admitted I’m hotter than the last guy you kissed --”

“After you coerced me into telling you,” you interject, amused.

“And now you’re talking about how bad he was at kissing,” Jeonghan finishes, undeterred. “Tell me what kind of conclusion I’m supposed to draw from that.” And with that, he closes the gap between you, moving so close that your thighs are touching.

You look into his eyes. This was a plot twist you didn’t see coming -- you hadn’t been able to figure out why he’d stuck around when everyone started going to bed, but his reasons for doing so were becoming more and more clear, and although you woke up this morning as his sworn enemy, you have a feeling that everything has changed.

So you stare, wanting to fall, but also wanting to stay in this moment, right here, contemplating the risk. Maybe you’ve got it wrong -- it’s certainly possible. But maybe, just maybe, you’ve run out of options for things to say, leaving just the one thought you had when he’d moved closer and asked you to tell him what to think.

“Well, you’re the lawyer,” you finally answer, barely above a soft whisper. “Figure it out.”

You catch a hint of a smile before Jeonghan’s hands are reaching up to cradle your face, bringing your lips gently, but ever so insistently, to his own. 

His lips are soft and light on your own, a massive upgrade from the clumsy kisses of whoever had come before. You can’t remember that man, nor anyone else, for that matter. You barely register the feeling of the coarse couch cushions beneath you, sinking under your combined weight as Jeonghan pulls you onto his lap to continue the kiss. The light brush of his tongue over your bottom lip has you reaching for him hungrily, pulling him closer to you so you can feel his heart beating against your own.

It takes a particularly loud squeak from the couch for the both of you to realize how loud you were being. You both freeze and look at the stairs, terrified that one of your friends has caught you, before you both realize and explode into quiet giggles, pressing your foreheads together.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” you ask him breathlessly.

“I could never fall asleep with you in the same room as me,” he replies with a wicked grin.

[mess-with-legs]

Cupid loves you - Part1 ♡

HEYYYYYYY yes it seems like im not gonna throw away this project the second I started it hell yeahh!! Anywayyyys I hope you enjoy it! Pleassse let me know your thoughts or if you have any questions i would just love to answer them! And I hope you enjoy! Again I am not a profesional writer or anything like that so if it's kind of shitty I deeply apologise

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"Could I borrow your pencil?"

Literature class wasn't one of your favorite subjects, luckly, we were studying some poetry at the moment, and you just so happen to enjoy reading poetry every now and then.

I noticed my classmate sitting next to me, writting something that caught my attention. The teacher wasn't speaking, and I knew for a fact that it couldn't be any project or anything as such. If you who is reading this can make sense of what I managed to catch with a mere glimpse, perhaps you're smarter than myself. It read:

In my tail said the sun On my throat said the moon In the branches of the laurel tree I saw two naked doves One was the other and both were none

Cupid called for me again. "Sorry! yes of course, here you go" I handed over my pencil. I saw how hers was small, it looked as if she sharpenned it one more time it would cease from existence. We were still in the first week of class, how could a pencil be so worn? Perhaps she writes as a hobby...Or maybe she draws!

"What are you writing?" She closed her notebook, in a quick but clean movement. Turning her eyes to me.

"Nothing important. I just like to write."

"Is it a hobby?"

"Yes, writting words in paper has always been easier for me than speaking them outloud." It seems like you were getting closer, maybe she wasn't the mean girl you originally thought she was, maybe she was just shy and didn't know how to interact with others. At least that's what you thought until the class ended...

"Hey Barbie, think I could get your number?" Roman looked like the most stereotypical, one-dimensional, stupid boy you could ever imagine. He was the kind to smoke in the bathrooms, get in fights, sleep during class, disrespect the teachers... It never really bothered you since you had never spoken to him before, and he didn't seem to have any interest in starting a conversation with you either.

"Unluckly for you I still have standards. Why don't you go feed on some other dead meat? I have better things to do than to be seen around with..." She looked at him up and down. "You."

He was furious, yelling, ready to start a fight. She then grabbed my hand and began walking outside the classroom. It took me some minutes to notice it, but people across the hallways were staring at us, some with fear, other's with admiration. I had no idea why she had picked me as her friend, someone like Roman, despite being an asshole, was much more popular than me, surely he was the better option if this was a matter of reputation.

The light of the windows made her hair shine, everything about her seemed too perfect to be human. She was a sculpture, sculpted with precision, patience and adoration.

When I finally came to my senses, we were back at our dorm.

"Y/N?"

"S-Sorry! I had my head in the clouds haha..."

She got close to me, both of us standing in the middle of the room. She placed her hand on my forehead to check the temperature, but she took longer than expected. She stared at me, in silence, her gaze upon me was soft and warm. She moved the hand that was on my forehead to the side of my head, caressing my hair carefully. I didnt dare speak in that situation, something was keeping me from opening my mouth. Then, I saw her smile.

"Your hair is..." She then took a step back. "Sorry. I must get going now"

You were confused, you had questions, you needed answers! Why did she do that? Yet, you were still. Unable to move.

"I must go now. The cheerleader auditions will begin soon." She walked over to her closet and took out some comfortable sport clothes.

"...You are very welcome to come see me if you'd like. I would very much enjoy your presence."

With those words, she left the dorm, leaving me speechless. At least I was able to move now... Moving on, I tried to forget about the strange behaviour of my friend and instead focuss on something else, something like...Ugh, homework.

I took out my book, notebook and pencilcase. I had an assignment that I had to do by hand because certain teacher didn't like computers and simply couldn't stand a project made in a digital format! I decided to first write a draft in pencil, and once I'm satisfied with it, I will write it on a clean paper with pen.

"Wait, where's my pencil?"

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[sunnyfoxsstuff]

Hey sorry couldnt write Yesterday but im writing today the very first chapter! I thought about it way too much lol

Enjoy ;3

Chapter 1:New beginning

After the event at the black water manor and being stripped from his divinity the former wind master has tried his best to get around and survive, xie lian had offered him to stay at puqi shrine 'til he gets back on his feets he had agreed but he only stayed for a day or two he was more fearing hua cheng than living outside, however xie lian adviced him to try and go see at the royal capital knowing there is some beggar's living there he thought that he'll find refuge over there

The former windmaster of course took the advice and went over to the royal capital however he took atleast two good days to get there because of his injuries he was limping and slow

After getting to the capital he found some beggar's just as xie lian had told him they got along pretty well shi qingxuan had always a talent to get along with anyone he'd meet, a day After he started feeling nauseous he tried to ignore it but soon his body made him know that he was gettin too weak to even move, often he would just lay down Somewhere and sleep it was all he could do after all, the beggar's had a kind heart and couldnt bear leaving him on his own so they tried their best at helping them.

It was a morning when shi qingxuan woke up in the halley way he had fallen asleep at he looked around still weak and Saw his beggar friend's still asleep

he looked at the Sky above his head and closed his eyes shut again opening them soon after he somehow felt more..light felt better like as if he wasnt ill anymore

Looking down where his hands are supposed to be he couldnt see them but he could see his beggar friend's waking up,

He ran up to them excited and happy "guy's look! Look! I Can walk! I Can move im feeling better!!" However they walked passed him to where he was sleeping, confused he followed them, soon enough one of them started to cry another pray for some god's and the other one just went on his way to try and find their breakfast,

when the former windmaster took a look at what was going on he gasped almost all of his air out of his lung's and felt nauseous seeing his own body laying there lifeless and gettin more pale.

The now soul of shi qingxuan stood there watching his own body for what felt like minute's but had been atleast 3 hour's

until he'd look at his right side where there was a ominous shadow with what seemed like two golden eyes looking at his body quickly After leaving, it was he xuan.He xuan had came to check on him? But why? Shi qingxuan was more confused by he xuan coming over than his own situation

After some more minute's of standing there he decided that he wanted to make it up to he xuan for what shi wudu had done to him "atleast try" he said to himself determinated,

for the next couple hour's he'd try to manifest his New form but if anybody could see him all they'd see is a little bouncing spirit

"ugh! Why cant i just get my form to manifest already?!" He said pouting 'bout it, even so he still went on his plan and started to move away from where he had died and stayed for the past day's

He decided to make his way to puqi shrine first often stopping to still try and get his New form or to just stare at everything living in the forest the Sun soon started to set down, shi qingxuan isnt used to not sleep at night or even the no breath needed so he setted himself Somewhere and looked at the night Sky with the glowing star's smiling enjoying the cold air and little glowing bugs standing besides him on the grass.

Hey sorry imma stop there for the first chapter i feel like its long enough however i already know what im gonna write in the seccond chapter so do not fear it shouldnt take too long until i post it ;p i rlly Hope u enjoyed it atleast im tryin my best to think this through

[puzzled-pegasus]

Agh I need to get this out so im gonna write out this story I have to the song Waving Through a Window with my one wof OC :)

watch nobody read this lmao but it might be nice to have it written down so

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Durin the song's intro, an adolescent male NightWing named Starshower walks on a muddy path across the rainforest floor. He has large blue eyes and silver scales not only on his wings, but splattered across his snout like freckles. He also has patches of silver freckles in a few places along his back. He stares meekly at the ground as he walks.

the song begins with the first line:

[I've learned to slam on the brakes...]

Having been staring at the ground, Starshower narrowly avoids stepping on another dragon's talons as they cross in front of him. He jumps back, startled and embarrassed.

[before I even turn the key]

He watches the other dragon walk away.

[before I make the mistake]

A different scene, young Starshower speaking to another dragon with a cheerful, excited expression, while the other dragon looks annoyed and uncomfortable.

[before I lead with the worst of me]

The other dragon walks away, leaving young Starshower alone and puzzled as to what the issue was.

"[Give them no reason to stare]!" A young adult Starshower tells himself while standing in a public area among other NightWings and RainWings going about their day. He says it out loud and many surrounding dragons hear, turning to look at him. There is an uncomfortable pause lasting about a second as he notices everyone watching him.

"[No slipping up if you slip away]" He mutters to himself as he leaves the crowded place.

"[So I got nothing to share]" Starshower tells another dragon now that he's older, and has learned that no one wants to hear him speak. The other dragon shrugs and walks away to rejoin their friends, figuring Starshower just wants to be left alone.

[No, I got nothing to say] Starshower briefly watches the dragon talk to their friends, then goes back to staring at the ground.

"[Step out, step out of the sun, if you keep getting burned]," Starshower sings, as if to remind himself to stop trying to socialize if it's never turned out well for him.

"[Step out, step out of the sun, because you've learned]" Starshower sings as he glides and jumps from tree to tree through the thick forest, looking for a safe hiding spot.

"[Because you've learned]" He reaches his favorite tree and perches on the sturdy branch, singing in order to process his frustration.

"[On the outside always looking in, will I]

[Ever be more than I've always been?] ['Cause I'm tap-tap-tapping on the glass] [Waving through a window, oh, I] [Try to speak, but nobody can hear, so I]

[Wait around for an answer to appear]

[While I'm watch-watch-watching people pass] [Waving through a window, oh]

[Can anybody see?]"

He sings out loud, alone in the forest.

"[Is anybody waving]"

Starshower notices a couple of colorful rainforest birds, curiously watching him sing. He loves birds; they are one of his favorite interests. "[Back at me?]"

He smiles excitedly, waving a wing at them as if they understand.

[We start with stars in our eyes]

The next scene is a flashback to when Starshower was younger and smaller. He sits on a woven platform in the Rainforest Kingdom. He is closely observing a cluster of flowers, when a young purple, blue, and gold RainWing, a male named Fabulous who has a crush on him, appears close next to him with a friendly smile.

[We start believing that we belong]

Starshower glances at the RainWing, and the RainWing greets Starshower with flirtatious intent, as implied by a speech bubble with a love heart inside it.

[But every sun doesn't rise]

Starshower doesn't catch Fabulous's meaning and replies with something about flowers, implied by his own speech bubble containing a similar flower to the one he was looking at a second ago.

[And no one tells you where you went wrong]

Starshower turns back to staring at his flowers, ignorant to how made the RainWing feel. The RainWing flushes an embarassed pinkish orange and a sad blue.

[Step out, step out of the sun, if you keep getting burned]

Fabulous steps away from Starshower, believing the NightWing to be hinting that he didn't like him back. He turns and walks to the edge of the platform and takes flight, gliding downward to offscreen. Starshower glances up and notices the RainWing leaving, then lifts his head and turns to watch in confusion.

[Step out, step out of the sun, because you've learned]

Starshower leaves his flowers and scrambles to the edge of the platform, watching Fabulous fly away with a confused frown. He wonders what he could have done wrong this time.

[Because you've learned]

Suddenly, Starshower appears to have realized his mistake. He looks briefly horrified, then smacks his own forhead with his front talon.

[On the outside, always looking in]

Flash forward again. Starshower stands outside of Jade Mountain in a gathering of dragons that are waiting for the tour of the school. He looks at the mountain with an amazed, slightly fearful expression.

[Will I ever be more than I've always been?]

Starshower swallows hard and walks toward the mountain, following the other dragons because the tour has started.

[Cause I'm tap-tap-tapping on the glass]

The scene cuts to Starshower with a focus on his front talons, as he stims by tapping his claws on his desk during a lesson in one of the cave classrooms.

[Waving through a window, oh]

A SandWing dragon growls at him and he stops tapping, folding his talons together, and fliches away from the annoyed dragon.

[I try to speak, but nobody can hear]

Starshower's ears prick up at something the teacher says and he raises his talon excitedly. In doing so, he half climbs up on his desk, and waves his talon at the teacher, desperately wanting to be called on. The teacher calls on someone else who was not paying attention, and frowns at Starshower to tell him to sit back down.

[So I wait around for an answer to appear]

Starshower does sit back down, his head tilts down and his ears droop as he feels rejected and disappointed that he didn't get to speak.

[While I'm watch-watch-watching people pass]

Story cuts to a scene of Starshower in the prey hall, looking a bit lost as dragons move busily around him. He walks carefully, so as not to step on any talons or tails.

[Waving through a window, oh]

Starshower notices the cave entrace from the prey hall that is open to the sky, and disdainfully glances at the splint on his wing that he got a few weeks ago, making him temporarily unable to fly. A fellow NightWing, much smaller than Starshower, swoops through the window into the cave, holding a piece of prey. The NightWing has extremely large, pale yellow eyes.

[Can anybody see?]

The smaller NightWing notices Starshower and points at his damaged wing, with no speech bubble or mouth movement as he is unable to speak. Starshower opens his mouth and appears to explain the origin of the damage, with a speech bubble containing a tree, implying his wing breaking was tree related.

[Is anybody waving...]

The small NightWing looks at Starshower, and then at the window, as if making the connection that Starshower can't hunt by himself. He holds his prey out to Starshower with a nod.

[Back at me?]

Starshower takes the prey after a moment of hesitation, with a shocked and bewildered expression.

[If you're falling in a forest, and there's nobody around]

A flashback to a couple of weeks prior. Starshower is back in the rainforest, looking at the birds that he waved at in the first verse.

[Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?]

Starshower climbs to a higher branch to get a closer look at the birds, but accidentally startles them, and they fly to another tree.

[If you're falling in a forest, and there's nobody around]

Starshower chases after the birds, leaping and gliding from branch to branch through the forest canopy.

[Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?]

Starshower continues chasing the birds.

[If you're falling in a forest]

Starshower begins sneaking up on the birds, closer than ever now.

[and there's nobody around]

Starshower leaps to catch the birds.

[Do you ever really crash]

His wing gets caught on a vine as he extends it to jump, and he is knocked off balance, falling from the tree branch.

[Or even make a sound?]

Starshower falls from the tree.

[If you're falling in a forest, and there's nobody around]

Starshower hits the ground, landing hard on his wing. He shakily sits up and looks around; shocked, embarrassed, in pain, and terrified.

[Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound?]

Starshower covers his face with his front talons as if to start crying.

"[Did I even make a sound?]"

Back at Jade Mountain, Starshower leans close to the cave wall in the prey hall as dragons pass. He looks around with wide eyes, appearing frozen, and breathes heavily in a panicked manner, overstimulated by all the motion and sound of dragons around him.

[Did I even make a sound?]

Starshower continues panicking, flinching as someone brushes past him too closely.

[It's like I never made a sound]

Starshower tears up, he feels like crying.

[Will I ever make a sound?]

He presses his talons over his ears because everyone is too loud.

[On the outside, always looking in]

The beginning of this chorus focuses on the NightWing that Starshower met in the prey hall. He wakes up at night, lifting his head and perking his ears as if he hears something interesting.

[Will I ever be more than I've always been?]

The thin, yellow-eyed NightWing steps out into the tunnel and marches toward the sound.

[Cause I'm tap-tap-tapping on the glass]

The NightWing's talonsteps as he makes his way through the dark cave.

[Waving through a window, oh]

The yellow-eyed NightWing finds the source of the sound: Starshower is by himself in the cave of the underground lake, singing out loud in the middle of the night. His back is turned to the smaller NightWing.

[I try to speak, but nobody can hear, so I wait around for an answer to appear]

Re-focused on Starshower, he is singing while pacing anxiously back and forth along the edge of the lake.

[While I'm watch-watch-watching people pass]

The yellow eyed NightWing sits in the cave entrance, watching and listening.

[Waving through a window, oh]

[Can anybody see?]

[Is anybody waving back at me?]

The yellow eyed NightWing steps closer, approaching behind Starshower.

[Oh, is anybody waving?]

Starshower looks up at the beams of moonlight from the top of the cave as he sings.

[Waving...] [Waving...]

[Woah, ohh]

Starshower turns his head just as he finishes the song, and jumps as he notices the other NightWing next to him. He stares at the yellow eyed NightWing with a surprised and unsure expression.

The yellow-eyed NightWing lifts his front talon and gives Starshower a small, shy wave to say "hello."

[obsidiancreates]

Icewild (Part 1)

The morning comes slowly, the sun creeping up over the horizon and peeking through the ring of stormclouds. The hollow of the storm looms, bright and deceptively cheerful as it shines on the ruins o a once bustling city.

None of that matters, because the peace of the morning is broken by Daisy shaking Jornir awake with a look of panic.

Jornir jolts awake quickly, rubbing both eyes with one hand and getting to his feet. "What is the matter?"

"We found people," Daisy signs. "We don't know- they're strange, like all of you."

"Like us?"

"Not exactly like you. But they aren't human and aren't ogre."

"The others know?"

"They're watching them. They haven't woken up yet."

Jornir follows quickly, Daisy leading him through the former House of Knowledge to the garden Jornir had met that first strangely intelligent bird in. Barnabos is dragging a large red body over to a pile of other bodies of varying sizes as Skrimm and Taishen stand, ready for anything, and Queenie fusses over a large creature curled up by a small green body.

"-ain't never seen one in real life before, Taishy! Look at it, it's just a baby!"

"This is a baby?" Taishen's eyes go wide as he stares at the large creature. "How large do these owlbears get?"

"Oh, they get real big, bigger than them polar bears I think."

"And this one is just laying next to us?!" Skrimm scrambles up Barnabos's shoulders.

"What is happening?" Jornir joins them, looking down at the pile. His eyes trail over to one body in particular, and his expression tightens. "What is that?"

"Fucked up is what it is," Skrimm says, keeping the Brutal Blade pointed at the bugbear with th tubes and machinery embedded into it. "Eugh, it reeks, and that's comin' from me!"

"I didn't wanna say nothing Skrimm but, yeah you could use a bath."

"You all could use a bath," Daisy signs. "But later. Do we think these creatures are dangerous?"

"That thing?" Jornir says, gesturing to the bugbear. "Yes. The things in it's flesh are... unnatural. I have never seen anything like it before. The others..."

A bit of green scale catches his eye, and he rolls the purple-suited body over. "Oh, no."

Barnabos's eyes widen. "Aye, it's an alligator folk! The lad'll be freezin' half to death already, even without the snow! Mr. Fireblossom, warm 'im up!"

Taishen startles a bit, but does as he's told. "Alligator folk?"

"Aye, good sailors along the waterways inland, but I've never worked wi' one outside of the most temperate of seas. They're cold-blooded, Mr. Fireblossom. Too hot or too cold and the lad could die faster than any o' us." Barnabos chews his pipe. "How'd someone li' 'im end up here?"

"They just appeared overnight." Daisy eyes the unconscious group warily. "No-one knows how they got here, except that there was a flash of that color." She gestures at the glowing canisters in the bugbear's back.

"W-well..." Skrimm looks around. "Are any of us gonna wake them up and ask what's going on, or are we just waiting for them to do it?"

"Aye, I've got this, Mr. Stabbaskotch." Barnabos picks up the unconscious goblin and shakes him. "RISE AND SHINE, LAD!"

The goblin shrieks as he's woken up, and the rest of the figures bolt upright as well! The alligator-folk smacks his face right into Taishen's hands, burning his snout! Taishen reels back as the alligator shouts and curses and flings out with a cane and another creature, a small woman with wings, screams and throws a small pig at Taishen!

"ENOUGH!" Jornir hits his walking stick against the ground, and everything freezes. The big red guy has his fists raised, chains hanging down from them as he glares between Taishen and Barnabos. The alligator has his cane raised, looking oddly unsurprised and very tired. The small fairy woman climbs up the back of the bugbear even as the bugbear shrinks back, confused and frightened, and she glares at anyone who looks their way. A tabaxi stares at Barnabos as the goblin dangles from his hands, the owlbear standing and ready to swipe at the Triton.

"Who are you?" Jornir asks, voice sinking back to it's usual volume. "Where did you come from?"

"Is this a fuckin' dream?" the alligator says, eyeing the world around him.

"Nah, feels too cold, man. Hey, uh, big blue guy, can you put Gricko down before he fuckin' dies?"

The goblin in question, Gricko, is not looking well after his awakening by shaking. "Ooooh, little girallons... hello..."

"Gricko! Do ya smell burnin' feathers?!"

Gricko sniffs deeply. "Um... no! No. But I do smell..." he sniffs again and wrinkles his nose. "Kremy, didn't we hire an ogre once?"

"To climb the Harris Wheel before Tobek, yeah."

"I smell that."

"There's fuckin' ogres here?!" Kremy grabs at his top hat and looks around wildly. "Oh gods!"

The bugbear at the edge of the group makes a sort of groan/whine noise. "Ooooooh, Torbek doesn't like this, this is worse than the hag!"

"Hag?!" Skrimm looks around now with an equal paranoia to Kremy. "What the fuck do you mean, hag?!"

"I think perhaps-!" Taishen calls out, "-perhaps we could all use a moment to calm down over some tea!"

"That would be... appreciated." The tabaxi eyes Barnabos. "As soon as he sets Gricko down."

"Oh, aye. Sorry abou' that, lad, forgot I was holdin' ya." Barnabos sets Gricko down, and the owlbear immediately bounds over and begins nuzzling the goblin.

"Oh, daddy's alright Hootsie! You're such a good girl, not going in to gut them! Yes, who's such a good girl?" Gricko kisses Hootsie's forehead and scratches under her beak.

"You've got a tame owlbear?" Queenie watches Gricko and Hootsie with wide eyes as Taishen begins setting up for tea. "How the hells did you manage that?"

"Oh, well, she's my daughter!" Gricko grins at Queenie. "Hootsie! Show them one of your lovely stylish jigs!"

And, to the amazement of all but the newcomers, Hootsie stands on her hind legs and does a little dance.

"... We've got some fuckin' weirdos here, Jornir," Skirmm says, looking up.

Jornir nods just as Taishen announces that the tea is ready.

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"So you were actually in the Feywild?" Queenie looks almost dreamily at the newcomers. "I've been plannin' to retire there my whole life."

"Well, maybe pick somewhere other than Prismeer, if ya can," Kremy advises, wincing. "It's kinda a shitshow."

"Yeah," Gideon says, downing his tea in one go. "I mean, not like you're in paradise right now, but, least there's no fuckin' hags here."

"Just horrible brains and cannibal spirits, oh yeah, much better," Skrimm mutters. He peers at Gricko. "You're not from the moors, are you?"

"Oh, no," Gricko says with a smack of his mouth. "No, no. I'm from a swamp, like Kremy!"

"Well, not exactly like me," Kremy says, brushing off his lapel.

"What? They're very similar, but mine had a college and rock bands and yours had gambling and voodoo men."

"And gumbo," Frost points out as he sips tea.

"Oh!" Gricko slumps a little, looking thoughtful. "Yeah, we didn't have gumbo. Gosh, I wish we had."

"What is gumbo?" Jornir asks. Had been keeping mostly quiet as introductions and explaining had gone on, and now he mostly watches the newcomers as they interact with the others.

Kremy leans over a bit, shocked. "Y'all never had gumbo before?!"

"I've heard o' it," Barnabos says, "Never 'ad it though."

"Well, then, in the spirit of uh, good relations and y'all not killin' us or tossin' us into that snowstorm to die, how about I cook up some gumbo for everyone?"

"Sounds great!"

"Alright." Kremy stands and pulls out a small bag, reaches far deeper into it than should be possible, and pulls out a bundle of clothes.

"Oooh! Can I be your sous chef again, Kremy?" Twig bounces to her feet from the end of the table where she'd been showing Torbek how to hold his pinkie out while drinking tea.

"I appreciate the offer, Twig, but I wanna make sure everythin's cooked this time. No offense."

"I did what you told me to!"

"You did! From a certain point of view, you did. But uh, I'll just do it myself I think."

"Well now, I'm this here groups cook," Barnabos says, getting up. "I'll not be havin' a stranger cookin' us anything without my watching, if you don't mind."

"Oh, uh... well, I don't see why not. Hey, Gid?"

"Yeah?"

"Mind comin' and startin' the fires for me?"

"Alright man." Gideon stands up and walks over, and the three head somewhere to get cooking.

There's some silence at the table.

Torbek looks at Frost and appears to strain in some way. Frost sighs, and turns to Jornir. "Excuse me, but, you've been looking at Torbek strangely since we arrived and it's making him uncomfortable."

"You understood that from a look?" Queenie looks at Torbek. "I thought the poor fella just had to use the shitter."

"Oh, no, Torbek will just go to the rubble if he needs to do that."

"There's bathrooms here."

"Ooooh! Even better!"

Frost sighs again. "Thank goodness. Anyway, it would be appreciated if you didn't look at Torbek that way. We would like to avoid stressing him too much if we can, he has... issues."

"He has an unnatural affliction, implanted in his being." Jornir looks down at Frost. "Are those his issues?"

Frost glances at the canisters. "They're... related, yes."

"We have just fought creatures of unnatural origin. A terrible creature, that intended to... warp, and... corrupt, all of us. All of this land."

"Well, Torbek has no intent to do that. None of us do, we're uh, we're stuck here by chance! We went to sleep after a cooking competition and woke up here, it's all very strange."

Jornir and Frost stare at each other for a few moments, trying to figure the other out. Finally, Jornir nods.

"Alright. But I will keeping an eye on you all."

"I understand. ... Keep an eye on Gricko the most, just in case the strange magics of the Feywild have followed us here. He-he tends to be um..."

"To go cookoo-bananas?" Torbek says slowly, leaning as close to Frost as he can (which is disturbing should-be-possible-if-his-body-wasn't-warped amounts of close).

"I wasn't going to phrase it that way, but yes. If he begins talking about frozen peas or uh- suddenly turns into a clown, just tie him up I think. That usually goes poorly."

"I'm going to go warn the other vassals about these people," Daisy signs to Jornir.

Jornir nods, watching Torbek break his teacup, Twig pull a frog out of her apron and lick it, Gricko pull a dead rat out of his pack and toss it to Hootsie, and Frost use an invisible force of magic to snag some honey from the dish Queenie has set out. "I think that would be wise."

Clearly, these people are going to have to be watched for however long they're here for.

[kaizsche]

You are such an incredible writer, but you’re also an amazing gif maker! So, what’s your favourite gif set that you’ve made this year? Also, what is the fic that you’re most excited to write in the new year? Thanks for being such an incredible friend Kai 🥰

(literally me seeing your ask and am i copying q's answer to her own ask? the answer is yaaaaaaaaas.)

i don't really see myself as an AMAZING gif maker and an INCREDIBLE writer so to hear all these compliments from you is just straight up melting my goddamn heart vis. *teary-eyed emoji cos im in pc*

so to ask your... well... ask, i haven't been kind of productive this year, both in writing and editing stuff so i can't say i have a wide selection to choose from, but here's my ultimate fav gifset. like fr.

which predictably is a gifset from your fic which i've gotten so much interaction on and just having you message me about this was just... it honestly made me cry so yeah...

the freaking 'i know you have a lot of fic planned this year' just cracked me tf up. like... you and q know i go all ramble kai on anything resembling my fic ideas so you know what i already have in store next year...

first off, i am sooo excited to finally enter the spuffy writing fandom so there's that. i already have like 20+ spuffy wips in my docs rn but the most excited i am for next year are these two, i think: (and i'll be letting y'all take a lil peek of them)

sun and moon

“Who are you?” The Slayer demanded. Buffy could hear the restless fear simulating his heart and the cautious steps he took to back away from her. Smart Slayer. So he has honed his skills then? Knew she was different from the other vampires he dealt around the small town. Buffy grinned wickedly. It’ll be fun to dance with this one. “I kill your kind for sport, Slayer.” She let her words stew in the air, watched him put the pieces together—inch by agonizing inch.

spuffy dark fic (warning has possible incest!)

Joyce's heart stopped completely. Because standing at the door, a boy, her son she hadn't seen in years stood before her. Joyce had wanted to believe he changed—hair longer and tied at the back of his neck, still dressed in his boarding school's uniform but a few sizes bigger than she had first seen him—it was his eyes that gave him away.  It was cold and unfeeling. He regarded her as if she wasn't his mother, as if she was nothing to him at all. "Joyce."  "William—" She watched his gaze snap over her shoulder and at once, the piercing cold melted into warm fondness as did the trembling tension in his body. "Hello, cutie." "Will!"  Buffy barrelled past her, leaping in his arms and she wasn't afraid, she trusted him to catch her. William staggered a few feet back from the impact, wrapping one arm across her waist and the other held her bottom to prevent her from falling. "You're here. You're really here."  William held Joyce's gaze, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if to dare her to scold him—to remove him once more out of his Buffy's life.  "Never gonna happen, love. I'll be here forever. I promise."  Buffy sighed happily, enjoying the feel of his warmth, his hands on her. Joyce sighed in resignation, turning away from the challenge in his eyes.  "It's cold outside. Come in." At this, William grinned. "Thanks, mum."

last but not least, how could i forget tvd?

take my breath rewrite (kolena + klena) i mean how can i ever resist kolena theyre like my main otp. i go batshit crazy for them.

Elena gravitates towards the lake, stares at her reflection in the water. Hates her face and her blood more than she realizes. She loved her face and her body once upon a time. Now, all it ever does is haunt her every step and shadow surrounded by men who knew every crevice of her body. They knew her better than she ever did. (It is the face that launched a thousand year curse, damning the girls that carried it. Reduced to nothing but objects in a man’s eyes. Katherine was right. I am always right. She hears her taunting giggle and sees her twin’s knowing smirk. I told you so. Nothing could ever bring more joy to her evil doppelganger than proving that she was right.)

kolena roommates au (this was actually inspired by a spuffy fic i read LOL)

"Okay, 20 questions." "Go." "Who's your favorite?" "Favorite who?" Kol groaned. "Favorite Mikaelson sibling," and looked at her bashfully, like he was expecting her to… say his name? "Rebekah." He yelled out an indignant cry, "What a load of bollocks! You're telling me, after everything we've been through, I'm still—" "You are a favorite," She cut him off.  "Really?" He gaped at her, astonished.  "My least favorite." She bit hard on her tongue, seeing the sheer disappointment and anguish encroaching on his face. And somehow, his voice had gotten louder, belting out at a higher register than Mariah Carey. "I rank lower than even bloody Niklaus?!"

i do hope to be as productive as i was in 2022 when it comes to publishing fics cause i'll really wither and die if i don't manage to publish these four.

special fic mentions:

the song of wandering aengus

banish air from air

only, helen (tentative title)

and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

& special user mentions for just being there for me (listening, suggesting, reading) when i was going batshit crazy over my fic ideas. you're all wonderful ppl and i'm glad to have you in my life <3

@katherineholmes @qvnthesia @finnismyoriginalsin

thank you so much for this ask, vis <3 love ya 5ever

[legendarybelmont]

i guess its wip saturday? apparently? @beevean tagged me but i cant name many writer mutuals off the top of my head... maybe @oopsalltes? anyway uhhh lemme find a usable chunk of writing... since i have no idea if im actually gonna finish it anytime soon, heres a chunk of chapter 3 for the scorpion and the frog

The sun was out today. The weather was fine, not too hot or too cold; the sunlight warmed his skin when he stood under it, and there was a faint breeze that tousled his hair and brushed against his face. He felt a few strands get caught in his mouth and reached to pull them away, holding the fiery red locks between his fingers. Old age had hardly done anything to his hair colour, for one thing. He almost never found any greys. His joints were also mostly fine, or so he assumed. He never got the complaints about aches and pains that everyone always went on about, aside from a twinge in the muscles here or there.

Simon huffed out a breath, leaning back against the wall of his house. From his position on the porch, just next to his door where there wasn't any shade, the light was getting in his eyes. He squinted. 79 years old, and he still wasn't used to the daytime. He could barely see a damn thing, but that didn’t stop him from being hyper-aware that people were staring at him. This was a common occurrence. He didn't particularly care, aside from the fact that it was frustrating. If people had a problem, they could just speak to him. He wasn't going to bite. He focused on his peripherals. His neighbours were watching him with tense shoulders and tight expressions, like they were waiting for him to strike. Ridiculous. As if he'd ever hurt a human before. They were going to strain themselves for no reason, going around like that. He turned his head and shot them a look, eyes piercing, which got him a mixed response of general fright and halfhearted apologetic glances as they shuffled away.

Working his jaw, Simon directed his gaze up to the sky instead, noting the position of the sun before he had to avert his eyes. Afternoon. He'd been out here for hours already, and nothing. Just like the last time, and the time before that. He growled, and then deflated slightly, exasperated, as he heard a muffled squeak of surprise from somewhere off to his left. What, was he an attraction now? He was sure there were more interesting things to be looking at than an old man waiting on a visit. Juste had been demanding he get a clock for telling the time, because the light made his eyes sting and looking to the sun whenever he needed to check the hour didn't help. Frankly, Simon didn't see the issue. Only so much damage the sun could still do to someone his age.

He'd take more of the fussing yet, if it meant an end to three months of nothing. It had been three months, and his grandson hadn't shown up once. Not to the village, or to his house, or anywhere in the area at all. The last time Simon had seen him, he was practically vibrating with joy, because his friend Maxim was due to return soon from his training expedition, and Juste had missed him more than a man would miss water in the desert. He'd sent the boy off on his way, if only so his gushing wouldn't rupture his eardrums. And now, there was a complete and total absence where Juste should be. His friends, too. The swordsman, Maxim, and Lydie, their mediator. Simon hadn't seen hide nor hair of any of the three since his last chat with Juste, no matter how hard or how far he looked, and he was starting to worry.

Maybe not just starting. Waiting around outside on his porch for half the day, every day, for weeks on end, hoping that Juste would finally come by was probably the start of it. Simon grunted, pushing himself away from the warm bricks. He felt stiff from all the standing, but that wouldn't be what everyone meant when they complained about their body failing them as they got old. As far as Simon was concerned, he was still in top form, for fighting and otherwise. Death didn't come with any warning for Belmonts. He recalled that his own great grandfather had been in perfect health the entire time Simon had known him, before suddenly dropping one day and never getting up again. He guessed that his life would end like that, too. Death was a bastard, and petty. That didn’t mean he wasn’t on the lookout for any sudden ailments, though.

He stretched to get his body working again, flexing his fingers. No matter how healthy you were, sitting in one spot for hours on end wouldn't make you very flexible. Simon stepped off of his porch, raising a hand to cover his face with. Still too sunny. His eyes were watering, but at least the temperature was okay. Nothing worse than a day that was blinding and sweltering all at once; made him feel like a piece of cooked meat. He heard scuttling noises someplace around him, and took them for the villagers scattering after he’d begun to move. They thought they were being subtle. That was not the case. Speaking of the villagers... scanning the area, he saw one of the men who lived further off from him tending to his garden. Joseph, if Simon remembered right. He started to walk towards him, since the man wasn't looking and Simon couldn't wave him over. The grass crunched beneath his feet, and the wind was getting stronger, now battering away at his elbow like it was an enemy. The chill wasn’t unpleasant.

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@thefleetsfinest -> i am not sorry at all to anyone, i am going to be obsessed and binging these two -> no seriously im gonna lovingly be a menace to mel about them forever -> [continued]

The nerves are NOT FOR THE DATE; or well, they were about it, but had nothing about the gentleman she would be meeting. He was fine, and wasn't too weird about setting up a date. Linda hates idea of ratings and scales, but he was maybe a five or a six. Not very high, but it was the internet and she couldn't judge through a phone. So she was giving it a shot.

There are NERVES, but they come from the fact she still has NO IDEA what she's doing with herself. Why DID she ever let the Sorcerer Supreme and Jane Foster, Asgardian goddess or whatever she was these days, TALK HER into dating at all?

SHE LIKED HER LIFE ⸻ most of her days and nights spent in a nurse's uniform in her private clinic, most of the friends she did have being the superheroes she treated, and she liked that. AND OKAY ⸻ some days were more lonely than others when she went home and rough days could be draining. THAT WAS NORMAL.

Her social life was fine, and she had Leonard! He's been incredible. Helping with the clinic itself as a doctor, to being company around this place and a fast friend; to bringing in sweet tea and letting her get little lost in his eyes as she sipped tea and listened. Everyone loved his dog, Luna, coming into the clinic and hanging out. He works well with supers and powered alike. You had to be a special kind of caring, along with vaguely threatening and tough when a patient need a nudge. The Hawkeyes and a handful more come to mind.

He's incredible.

There's a lot more about Leonard. . . . SIGH.

SHE FEELS SILLY GOING ON THIS DATE. Her second since she broke up with Stephen years again, and now she does see the problem in that. THERE'S WHERE THE NERVES ARE COMING FROM. Linda feels silly even presenting herself, she knows she looks good or fine; Linda knows she was a beautiful woman in her forties and dresses were fitting on her, always liked being soft and feminine.

YET ⸻ now she was standing in front of Leonard, in her sundress, shoulders exposed and hair down. HE DOESN'T SAY ANYTHING ⸻ AND THAT GIVES HER BUTTERFLIES. Linda can't help the involuntary urge to brush part of her hair back, tuck behind her ear and over her shoulder. To which she does do.

It's the fact that he was staring at her, HIM LOOKING AT HER. Oh, those were the jitters she was suppose to be having. BEING SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME. Take someone's breath away, and than it's Leonard, he's looking at her. Her smile on her face is genuine, a real smile because those were feelings one gets when they want to be seen, to be noticed. Jitters, because she wants to be pretty for her date and she's FEELING THEM NOW.

She's applied sunscreen, but maybe she should have gone with a sunhat or covered shoulders. . . . YOU LOOK DOWN RIGHT STUNNIN' ⸻She laughs soft, fluttery and she is a little nervous. feeling shy, ❝ Hush, maybe I should have gone with a sun hat if we are outside; it'd be rude to wear sunglasses and I put on sunscreen. . . . But. . . . ❞ Like she was actually worried about skin cancer. She's stalling.

LOOK PERFECT JUST THE WAY YER ARE ⸻ She knows she was stalling, rambling on herself with fussing about the sun, the dress, hat or not hat. She did her hair half up for this. ⸻ Who was she seeing again? And why wasn't it Leonard?

He really had been an amazing additional to the Network and specifically her clinic. There had been worry he was slowly burning himself at both ends, two jobs with one being paid and than this free private clinic being all volunteer, but she really didn't have time to voice that concern with him; as if Linda didn't burn at her ends either.

LET'S FACE IT I'M A LOST CAUSE A' THIS POINT.

Now hold on, ❝ No, no you aren't. ❞ That was silly, and no way was one date equating to a social life. OH! That should have been one of her counter arguments when Stephen had been teasing her about having less of a social life than he had ("well, that's because you're a man-whore" had really been the sentiment she wanted to respond). ❝ You aren't a lost cause at all, you'll be next ⸻ you're still finding your feet here. You'll find them and get there. ❞ Her gaze softens as she looks at him, a smile offer and Linda does mean that. Just don't go too far away when you do.

Leonard was in no way a lost cause, and Linda had seen a lot in her life that could have been. He was no way near that, and maybe he was a little lost but who hasn't been? There's plenty of days she doesn't feel enough and then on that thought; Leonard would find his way. They were friends now, and she believed in him. Had she mentioned she thought he was handsome and incredible?

Linda's short heels click on the linoleum floor, crossing over to where Leonard was standing behind their front desk counter. GO ON GET GOING ⸻ Linda goes to pull him into a half hug as her goodbye and thank you. Those butterflies still there, inhale and exhale, oh gosh. ❝ For the record, your prattling on is always welcome. ⸺ Okay, okay, I'm going and I'll talk to you later, alright? ❞

She'll definitely text him after the date, tell him all about it if it went as horrible as her last one or if it went well enough. Linda doesn't really predict it going anywhere, but she'd try getting back out there at the very least. It'd be good for her well being. SHE'LL BRING HIM BACK SOMETHING. Treat him to some good food picked up on her way back, it really was the least she could do until she could figure out more she could do FOR HIM.

❝ Thank you, Leonard. ❞ And she was out the door for her date. That thank you for him meant a lot; and Linda had never envisioned her being Night Nurse going on to become what it was today. He was invaluable addition to that. The clinic was in safe hands, his hands.

Mhh, his hands.

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wet - j. jaehyun

-> jeong jaehyun x gf! reader

-> filth. absolute fucking filth.

-> era! sticker

-> w: unprotected sex (please make sure you practice safe sex to protect yourself and others!), cursing, blood, shower sex, overstim, squirting lol (some is consumed hahahaha), creampie (i don't even think that's surprising anymore i have a breeding kink so i'm FINE with it), slight exposure of jae's masochistic tendencies (not major AT ALL), oral (fem), fingering, masturbation (not sure if it counts cause he's doing it as he eat you out lol but i'm putting it anyways)

-> a/n: i would like to thank nct life in gapyeong episode 6 for the inspiration- this was originally supposed to be for haechan but i saw this picture (the centre one) and i wanted to cry so here you are.

jaehyun goes a bit mad in this one... i don't quite know what set him off and neither do you but he's fucking like a horny teenage boy.

also send me feedback! im always willing to make my smut (or just my works in general) more enjoyable for the readers :)

You stared at his slim figure as he fell back into his position as the outside hitter, glaring at the black swim shirt that clung to his body like latex. It was only until he called your name that you realized he had moved to the edge of the pool in front of you.

“You sure you don’t want to come in?” He said with a smug smirk.

You shook your head with an innocent look on your face, “My body hurts too much from standing all day.”

“What if I carried you?” The offer was too tempting to turn down, and at the sight of your nod, Jaehyun pushed out of the pool and made his way towards you. “Arms up babe.” He stared down at you, helping you to pull off the sun dress you had over your swimsuit.

“You’re gonna make me wet.” a small frown etched into your face, the droplets of water dropping on your arms. You were nose to nose with your boyfriend when he turned his head to look at you; you thought he was leaning in for a kiss when he whispered in your ear.

“I already did, didn’t I?” Your cheeks heated up and by the way his eyes narrowed deviously, you knew exactly what he had planned.

Pulling away with the same smirk from earlier, Jaehyun turned to his friends with you very much still in his arms.

“We’re going inside so she can lay down, the sun’s making her a bit tired.” The eight others groaned, wanting you to join in on the fun, but sent their best wishes as you neared the back door of the house.

It didn’t take long for you to reach the top floor, and it took even less time for Jaehyun to crash his lips against yours once he’d set you down.

His now dry hands were warm against you as they roamed your body, running down your sides, massaging your back, groping your ass. Your moans were swallowed by your boyfriend as he sucked on your tongue.

“Jump.” he ordered before catching you in his arms again. As soon as your legs wrapped around his hips, Jaehyun pushed open the glass door of the shower with a hand, slamming your back against the wall.

The impact made you bite down on Jaehyun’s lip, a metallic taste filling both your mouths. Your boyfriend let out a loud groan, pulling back with his bottom lip still in between your teeth.

“I’m so sorry.” you wiped the small drip of blood with your thumb.

“It’s okay baby, I like a little bit of pain.” he winked, pecking you on the lips as his right hand reached for the handle, hot water beginning to rain down on top of you. Jaehyun ground into your covered core, the friction putting him in a trance- only making him move faster. “Gotta put you down.” he muttered, placing you on the bench that was conveniently to your right.

The boy almost ripped your bikini bottom off, tossing it behind him before lowering himself on to his knees. Without warning, he brought his tongue to your folds, finally getting a taste of you. The muscle worked magic on you, plunging as far as it could get into your hole.

Your hands found his soaking locks, gripping them tightly when Jaehyun removed his tongue and substituted it for his fingers.

Each time you moaned his name, the strain in Jaehyun’s trunks grew more and more uncomfortable, so with a free hand, he grabbed out his cock and began to jerk it. With a groan against your cunt, Jaehyun curled his fingers inside of you when his hand began feeling a little too good and began sucking your clit even harder than before.

“Cumming- fuck, Jaehyun I’m cumming.” you repeated his name right until you reached your high, thighs almost closing around his head- keeping him from moving away. You let out one of the most neediest whines Jaehyun had ever heard when he pulled out of you, but that was quickly replaced with a scream when Jaehyun brought the shower head to your hole.

“Shit, wrong setting.” he mumbled to himself and took it away from you, letting you catch your breath in big gasps. “There we go.” he said with a small smile, his eyes glowing when they met yours before he placed the water jet centimeters away from your clit.

“Holy fuck, Jae-” your words cut off into a moan when two fingers entered inside you once again. Your hips wiggled in a way to escape the overbearing pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you- but it only made it worse when your movements caused him to hit your sweet spot.

“Just like that, Jae- shit, just like that.” you hummed as the water beat against your sensitive bud, bringing you closer to your second orgasm- but this time, something felt different. Like there was more pressure that was building up.

Sloppy wet noises filled the tiled shower and even after your warning, Jaehyun continued ramming his inside of you until he felt you clench around him. Your boyfriend laughed as he stuck his tongue out, savouring the juices that came squirting out of you.

The sight was so hot that Jaehyun didn’t even need to continue to touch himself after he had stopped a few minutes ago. With a moan as he sucked on your nub a bit more, he came as he drank up your juices.

Picking up your body as if you were as light as a feather, your back was once again plastered against the wall with Jaehyun’s tip prodding at your entrance. “P-please, last time, okay?” you begged, shaking your head.

“That’s all I need, baby.” and just like that he entered you. “I just fingered the shit out of you, how are you still so fucking tight?” your boyfriend’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to adjust to you.

“I don’t fucking know, but you feel so good. So, fucking, good.” you drawled, making Jaehyun smile. “God, Yuno just fuck me. Hard.” You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to speed up as per your request.

“Like it when I use you like a fucking doll?” he growled in your ear. “When I fuck you numb? You like that baby?” Just like his fingers, his length was hitting the perfect, most sensitive spot- forming that familiar coil that could snap at any minute.

“Yes, Jaehyun, fuck yes I do. I love it.” you mewled. “So close Jae.”

At this point, your whimpers were like a drug to him- and an addict only ever wants more, so that’s what he got. “Come for me baby, cum all over my fucking cock like a good girl- show me how much you love it when I use you.”

With the effect of his words and the fact that he fucked you stupid, the coil that had been winding up finally broke, shattering into a million little pieces as you came on him.

For Jaehyun, you were tight enough as is- so when you clenched around his cock as you came, his own orgasm came barreling down at him, emptying himself inside you.

Once you two caught your breath, Jaehyun knew better than to just set you down and clean yourself up.

“Went a little overboard there, didn’t I?” he blushed as he stared down at your current state.

“Ya think?”

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50% Off (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

Anon Request: on a rare day off, reader and Rick go to a staff only pool, reader almost regrets it because she can't stop checking out Rick getting out of the pool all wet in his twin trunks. Rick is oblivious because he thinks his love for her is unrequited and doesn't wanna ruin their close work friendship

Author's Note: FOR A DC MOVIE I WAS SUPER SHOCKED (im a marvel girl through and through) BUT GODDAMN THIS MAN FINE AS FUCK

Warning: Language, smut, semi public sex, vaginal penetration,

The hot Louisiana sun beat down against your neck as the grip on your rifle lessened with every drop of sweat. You loved your job… when you were working inside. When you had to watch the prisoners “enjoy” their time outside of their cells it was hell. Fortunately for you, you had your close friend who was also sharing in your agony.

“Shit like this makes me miss DC,” Rick complained as you let out a huff of breath, glancing over to the colonel and watching the way the sweat rolled down his tan face. It was hot. He was hot. Though you would never admit that outloud.

“Mmmm, not as much as I’m missing Boston right now. Did you know there was a staff only pool?” You asked as he turned his head, hazel eyes piercing yours. Shifting onto his right leg, he glanced back to the courtyard, keeping his eyes on Harley, who was provocatively walking around the other members of the squad in a modified prison uniform meant to enhance her body. A pang of jealousy shot through you as you watched his eyes follow her form.

“Yeah, no one uses it though.”

“Why not?”

“No one cares to,” he mentioned as you nodded your head, watching Harley wave at the both of you.

“I don’t understand how she can strut around like that.”

“Is that jealousy I’m hearing?” Rick asked with an amused smile as you scoffed and walked away.

“No way in hell, Flag. Shift is over. I am going to use that pool, it’s way too hot out here. Wanna join?”

“Nah.”

“Come on,” you begged, tugging at the sleeve of his uniform, “we have the rest of the day off and it’s hot, let’s go for a swim.”

“Alright, meet me there in 20.”

“Yes sir,” you mocked saluted him as he scoffed, gently shoving your arm before stalking off.

You ran back to your small little office and practically threw off your uniform in a haste, digging through a bag you had packed especially for this. Pulling out a black one piece, you quickly tossed it on before fixing up your hair a little. Yeah you were going to a pool, but that doesn’t mean that you didn’t want to be presentable. Walking to the pool, you ignored inmates' looks and jests towards you as you swung open the door that led to the outside and quickly shut it.

“Wondered if you were gonna make it,” Rick commented, grabbing your attention as you turned to face him, body immediately shutting down. You eyed the way the water dripped off his toned chest as he pulled himself out of the pool. Your gaze dropped down lower to his trunks that clinged to his body, outlining every muscle and then some. It just got 1000% hotter, you thought to yourself as you pulled your mind out of it’s trace before he could notice the way you stared at him. Setting your towel on the bench, you moved to dip your foot in the pool and moaned at the temperature.

“You alright there?” He asked, suddenly standing next to you, causing you to slightly stumble until his arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Concern lacing his voice as he lowered his head, checking you over, noting the flush in your cheeks but dismissing it for the heat.

“Yeah, I’m just hot,” you replied, quickly slipping into the pool and dipping your head underwater, relishing in the feeling of the cold water against your warm skin. Shrugging his shoulders, he hopped into the pool creating a splash that further drenched you. Swimming to the edge, you propped yourself up on the ledge, letting your legs dangle in the water as Rick came up next to you.

“Ya know, this was a good idea. The water is feeling so good,” groaning a little at the contrast of tempts. What he didn’t know though was that his little groan added to the heat.

“I’m just glad I had a swimsuit,” you lied, acting as if you didn’t intentionally plan the swimsuit out.

“Me too, but it looks good on you.”

“Thanks, I got it for 50 percent off,” you mentioned, closing your eyes and not noticing the way his eyes trailed down your body and focused on your erect nipples.

“I’d prefer it 100 percent off,” he mumbled out loud before his eyes shot open in slight panic. Yours shot open as you looked over at him, shocked by his words.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, I said nothing. Must’ve heard something,” lying through his teeth, he looked anywhere except where you were.

“If I’m not mistaken Colonel, I think I heard you say you wanted it ‘100 percent off’,” you mentioned, slightly moving over to him as his dick twitched when you said his rank.

“(Y/N),” he warned slightly, “what are you doing?” You casually placed a hand on his chest before running it down, stopping right above the waistband of his trunks and feeling the way his muscles tensed up underneath your touch.

“What we both want,” your admission caught him by surprise, because for all he knew, he was the only one interested in you and not the other way around.

“We can’t, we’re coworkers,” he groaned slightly as you sucked on his neck, nails raking down his toned abdomen. Pulling away, you locked eyes with him.

“Rick, I don’t give a fuck. I’m tired of waiting around for you to notice,” you were cut off by his lips pressing against yours. It wasn’t how you imagined your first kiss with Rick would go, but the desperation and lust behind it made all coherent thoughts leave your brain. Wrapping your arms around him, you opened up your mouth to allow his tongue to enter. Groaning against the kiss, you felt Rick’s hands coming to wrap around your waist and bring you closer to him, causing you to accidentally rub against his growing erection.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he whispered, kissing along your neck before finding your sweet spot. Moaning, your hands went up in his hair as you tilted your head to the side to allow him better access to your neck. Grinding down against him, you tugged his hair as his mouth returned to yours, hands moving to your ass and squeezing it. Breaking away, you looked into his lust filled eyes before moving your hands down to his trunks and palming his hard member.

“Should we really do this here?” He asked softly, breathing quickly and hissing as your hand glazed over the tip of his shaft.

“I don’t care if someone sees us, let them,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, nibbling the skin that was there. Turning you around, Rick pushed you up against the wall of the pool as he shoved his pants down enough for his erection to spring free.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Nodding your head, he moved one hand down between your legs and pulled the part of the bathing suit out of the way as the other hand lined his manhood up with your vaginal entrance. With one last look of confirmation, Rick quickly snapped his hips upwards causing the both of you to moan at the sensation of one another.

“You can move,” you noted, feeling accustomed to his size. Slightly pulling out of you, Rick thrusted back in a second later and leaned his head against your shoulder.

“God you’re so tight baby, you feel so good around my cock,” you moaned at his words as he continued to thrust up into you. Pivoting his hips, he began to hit a new angle that made your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck Flag, harder,” you commanded as he sucked on your pulse point and thrusted into you with more force that had your back scratching up against the wall. Suddenly, you felt the tip of his cock graze against your cervix, hitting that hidden spot that had you seeing stars.

“Right there,” you managed to moan out as Rick could tell you were close. Moving one of your hands down, you start to rub your clit as he continued to hit that spot.

“Fuck,” your eyes rolled back into your head as waves convulsed through you, your walls contracting around his dick as he coaxed you through your climax. After feeling your walls clench around him, Rick’s thrusts started to become more irregular as his abdomen muscles flexed continuously. Seeing that he was close to coming, you wrapped your legs tighter around him.

“Fuck Rick, cum inside of me. Let me make you feel good,” you continued to dirty talk, loving the way he was so concentrated on getting his high, “cum inside my pussy, please Colonel,” and that sent him over. You both moaned as hot ribbons of cum coated your walls as he lazily thrusted inside of you a few more times before pulling out.

“Damn kitten, you felt so good,” pulling you in for another kiss, you happily sighed against his lips, knowing that he was yours.

Author’s Note: So I am obviously not the best at dirty talk and I apologize, but enjoy!!!