#ive been wanting to make this for a few days now

[1lovewony]

Unseen Angles (Wonyoung x Male Reader)

In the bustling airport, the air was filled with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. It had been three years since IVE debuted, and I, a dedicated fan-site photographer, had been there every step of the way. My camera had captured countless moments of Jang Wonyoung and her members, but Wonyoung held a special place in my heart. Her charisma, talent, and beauty had always drawn me in, and today was no different.

The airport was unusually quiet for an IVE departure, with only a few fan-sites and fans present. This rarity allowed for a closer interaction with the girls, and I took full advantage, snapping photos of Wonyoung from every angle. Her laughter, her smiles, and her playful banter with her members—it was all captured through my lens.

As I focused on Wonyoung, I felt a sudden trip, my foot catching on an uneven surface. I stumbled, my camera flying from my hands as I braced for impact. Pain shot through my knee, and I felt a warm trickle of blood. Wonyoung, ever the quick thinker, rushed to my side, her eyes wide with concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with worry as she helped me up. Her manager, noticing the commotion, hurried over, her expression serious as she assessed the situation.

"I'm fine," I assured them, though the sting in my knee told a different story. Wonyoung's manager called for medical assistance, and before I knew it, I was being escorted to the airport's medical room. Wonyoung followed, her presence a comforting anchor in the chaos.

The medical room was small but well-equipped. A nurse cleaned and bandaged my knee, her efficient movements belied by the gentle touch. Wonyoung and her manager waited outside, their worried expressions visible through the glass door. Once the nurse finished, she left me with a list of instructions and a smile.

Wonyoung and her manager entered, their faces a mix of relief and concern. "How are you feeling?" Wonyoung asked, her voice soft. I assured her I was fine, just a little shaken. Her manager nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "We're glad you're okay. Can we get your contact information? We want to make sure you're alright," she said, handing me a pen and a notepad.

A few days later, I received a text from an anonymous number. It was Wonyoung, checking in on me. I was surprised but touched by her gesture. Our conversation flowed easily, and before I knew it, she was inviting me to their building, Starship.

The day of the visit, I was a bundle of nerves. Wonyoung greeted me at the entrance, her smile warm and inviting. She led me through the bustling halls, her presence commanding respect and admiration from everyone we passed. We reached a private room, and she closed the door behind us, the click echoing in the sudden silence.

"Take a seat," she said, gesturing to a comfortable chair. I complied, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you to take some exclusive photos of me," she said, her voice steady and confident. "But first, let's make sure you're comfortable."

She moved to a small fridge in the corner and pulled out two bottles of water, handing one to me. I took a sip, the cool liquid doing little to calm my nerves. Wonyoung sat across from me, her eyes never leaving mine. "You've been a great fan, and I appreciate your support. Today, I want to give you something special."

I nodded, unsure of what to expect. Wonyoung stood up and moved to a closet, pulling out a camera bag. She handed it to me, and I unzipped it, revealing a professional-grade camera. "This is for you to use today," she said. "I trust you'll take good care of it."

I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as I took the camera out of the bag. Wonyoung smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now, let's get started," she said, turning her back to me. She slowly peeled off her jacket, revealing a simple white tank top underneath. My breath hitched as she turned to face me, her eyes locked on mine.

She reached for the hem of her tank top, pulling it off in one smooth motion. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Her breasts were perfect, round and firm, her nipples hardening under my gaze. She stepped out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black thong. I raised the camera, my hands shaking as I focused on her.

"Take your time," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Get comfortable with the camera first."

I nodded, snapping a few shots as she posed for me. Her confidence was intoxicating, and I found myself relaxing, the camera becoming an extension of my body. I moved around her, capturing every angle, every curve. Her skin glowed under the soft lighting, and I couldn't help but feel honored to be the one behind the lens.

After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Wonyoung stepped closer, her body almost touching mine. "Enough with the photos for now," she whispered, her breath hot on my neck. "I want to feel your touch."

I lowered the camera, my heart pounding in my ears. Wonyoung's hands found their way to my chest, her fingers tracing the contours of my muscles through my shirt. I reached out, tentatively touching her hip, my thumb brushing against the lace of her thong. She shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Emboldened, I let my hands explore her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. Her skin was soft and warm, and I couldn't get enough. Wonyoung's hands moved to my belt, her fingers deftly unbuckling it. She pushed my pants down, my erection springing free, straining against my boxers.

She looked down, a smirk playing on her lips. "Someone's eager," she teased, her hand wrapping around my length through the fabric. I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch. She pushed my boxers down, her eyes never leaving mine as she took me in her hand, stroking me slowly.

I reached out, cupping her breast, my thumb brushing against her nipple. She gasped, her head falling back, exposing the delicate column of her throat. I leaned in, my lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that had been building for years.

Wonyoung's hand continued to stroke me, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Wonyoung," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want you."

She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. "Then take me," she said, her voice a challenge. She turned, bending over the chair, her perfect ass on display. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, rolling it on quickly before positioning myself at her entrance.

I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me. She moaned, her hands gripping the chair for support. I started to move, my hips thrusting against hers, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. Wonyoung met me thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room, spurring me on.

I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She cried out, her body tensing as I brought her to the edge. I increased my pace, my body slamming into hers, chasing my own release. Wonyoung came first, her body convulsing around me, her screams of pleasure music to my ears.

With a final thrust, I followed her over the edge, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. We stayed like that for a moment, our hearts slowing, our bodies cooling.

I pulled out, disposing of the condom before turning to face Wonyoung. She was smiling, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "That was… incredible," I said, my voice hoarse. She laughed, a soft, content sound. "You're not so bad yourself," she replied, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

We stayed like that for a while, our bodies entwined, our breaths syncing. Eventually, Wonyoung sat up, her eyes meeting mine. "We should get cleaned up," she said, her voice gentle. I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yeah, we should."

She led me to a small en-suite bathroom, where we took our time washing each other, our touches gentle and exploratory. We dried off, our bodies still humming with residual pleasure. Wonyoung handed me a robe, slipping into one herself. We returned to the main room, our steps slow and lazy.

Wonyoung sat on the chair, patting her lap. I hesitated for a moment before sitting, my back to her chest. She wrapped her arms around me, her chin resting on my shoulder. "You're special to me, you know that?" she said, her voice soft. I leaned into her, a content sigh escaping my lips. "I know," I replied, my voice equally soft.

We stayed like that for a while, our bodies molded together, our breaths syncing. Eventually, Wonyoung's stomach rumbled, breaking the silence. She laughed, a soft, embarrassed sound. "I guess we worked up an appetite," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. I turned to face her, a smirk on my lips. "I could go for some food," I agreed, my stomach rumbling in response.

Wonyoung stood, pulling me up with her. "Let's see what we can find," she said, her hand in mine as she led me out of the room. We ended up in the kitchen, raiding the fridge and cupboards for snacks. We sat at the counter, our plates piled high with food, our conversation flowing easily.

"So, how did you get into photography?" Wonyoung asked, her mouth full of pizza. I swallowed my bite, a small smile playing on my lips. "I've always had an interest in it, but it was seeing IVE perform that really sparked something in me. I wanted to capture your journey, your growth. It's been incredible to watch."

Wonyoung's eyes softened, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad I could inspire you," she said, her voice genuine. "And I'm glad you were there to capture it all."

We continued to talk, our conversation ranging from light and fluffy to deep and meaningful. It was easy, natural, and I found myself opening up to her in a way I never had with anyone else. Wonyoung listened, her eyes never leaving mine, her presence grounding and comforting.

As the night wore on, our conversation turned to more intimate topics. Wonyoung talked about her dreams, her fears, her hopes for the future. I listened, my heart aching for her, my admiration growing with each word. She was more than just a idol to me now; she was a friend, a confidant, a lover.

Eventually, the conversation turned to us, to what this meant for our relationship. Wonyoung took my hand, her fingers tracing patterns on my palm. "I care about you," she said, her voice soft but steady. "More than I can express. But I need you to know that this… us… it's complicated."

I nodded, understanding in her eyes. "I know," I replied, my voice equally soft. "But I also know that what we have is real. And I'm willing to face whatever complications come our way."

Wonyoung's eyes shone with unshed tears, a small smile playing on her lips. "I'm glad to hear you say that," she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Because I feel the same way."

We stayed like that for a while, our hands entwined, our eyes locked on each other. Eventually, Wonyoung stood, pulling me up with her. "Come on," she said, her voice gentle. "Let's get some rest."

She led me back to the room, our steps slow and lazy. We climbed into bed, our bodies molding together, our breaths syncing. I pulled Wonyoung close, my chin resting on her head, my arms wrapped around her. "I'm glad I met you," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion.

Wonyoung looked up at me, a small smile playing on her lips. "Me too," she replied, her voice equally soft. "Me too."

And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies entwined, our hearts full, our futures uncertain but promising. The room was filled with the soft sounds of our breathing, the occasional rustle of sheets, and the distant hum of the city outside. It was a perfect moment, a testament to the connection we shared, and a promise of more to come.

As I lay there, holding Wonyoung in my arms, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and fulfillment. I had started the day as a fan, a photographer, and ended it as so much more. Wonyoung had given me a gift, a memory that I would cherish for the rest of my life. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. AN: I love wonyoung

[sparethedreamer]

CW: medical neglect, death mention, medical trauma, infection, healthcare, pain, please be aware that the sources linked cover cases that may be especially upsetting or triggering to read about)

When I got my poor infected tonsils removed, I was on about day 7 or 8 and in a butt-load of pain. It was to the point where I wasn't able to drink enough liquids and was getting dehydrated and really starting to go downhill pretty quickly. I knew, based on past experiences that have given me a good understanding of my capabilities, that if I could just get rehydrated I'd be able to make it through the rest of the recovery. So I had my sweet mom (who works hard as my caregiver and keeps me alive) call in to the ER to see if they'd be able (read: willing) to give me an IV.

Of course the ER is well equipped to administer IVs, but are they gonna give me one without a fight? As if! I have a chronic illness which is automatically translated by healthcare workers to 'drug seeking malingerer'. The healthcare system isn't set up to support, accommodate, validate, or respect the chronically ill and it would have been really detrimental to my deteriorating health to have spent the little energy I had to show up just to be sent home. Hence the phonecall.

My mom spent probably about 15 minutes on the phone fighting to convince whatever mighty and merciless medical deity working that day and tasked with passing judgement on the wicked and preserving the resources for the worthy that all I needed was an IV. No, I wasn't coming in for any drugs or pain meds (despite having high enough pain that I couldn't swallow water and was Not Doing Well At All). Of course I'll fulfill my allotted time of painful suffering that all those punished with tonsil removal surgery must endure without any extra pain-relieving blessings from the Great Healing Ones. I know I'm unworthy. All I ask is a drop of lifesaving saline. Please.

Eventually they believed us. So I went in, got my saline IV with no special anything in it, felt soooo much better, and went home. After a few more days of now-manageable suffering, I recovered. Huzzah.

It's wild to know that if I needed pain meds (which would have been amazing, given my level of pain at the time despite my high pain tolerance due to being in pain literally all the time), I wouldn't have been given any. If I had even suggested that I wanted any, I most likely wouldn't have been able to get my IV and who knows what would have happened. I know that with my chronic illnesses, I can decline really quickly. Other people with my condition (myalgic encephalomyelitis) have died or nearly died because of healthcare professionals' reluctance to provide timely and adequate basic care (source and source), not to mention trying to get pain management for the chronic pain that is a part of these chronic illnesses and their comorbidies.

It's so messed up.

"drug-seeking behavior" woah the patient wants u to treat their ailments with medicine ...... thats crazy

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hello!!! Could you write Caine, Kinger and Pomni x Reader who's been there longer than anyone else? Instead of absolutely losing it, they have managed to just become incredibly calm and just generally used to it and Caines shenanigans.

Caine Kinger and Pomni x reader who's been around the longest but isnt insane

i kind of really want chai cookies rn. and vanilla cupcakes. and lemon drizzle cake. not sure if its like a cue or what because ive been CARNALLY wanting sweet stuff lately but... i dont usually have a sweet tooth.. grrgrr... i hate being on a deficit and meds. messes with my hormones but alas i need my meds notes: gn reader, short and sweet, written on computer, youre actually pretty chill to be around all things considered cws: none

CAINE

you... intrigue him... its not that he wants you to abstract- honestly im on the side of "caine doesnt really mean any genuine harm," for the time being- hes got a lot of feelings for you. curious to see how much longer you can last- not that he wants to see you fold-, and a sense of odd admiration. youve seen a lot of stuff

he feels an attachment to you too, youve been around for so so so long now that youve just become a normal part of the circus at this point, youre like... a part of the coding now- even though youre a real person... youre like.. his buddy! his pal! his partner in crime- not that hes committing any crimes! because crimes are.. crimes! as hed say at least

sometimes you can use this to your advantage to tone him down a little when he gets a little into making his adventures. make him... calmer... reasonable. hes still chaotic and a bit all over the place but you anchor him down just a bit. its probably going to get real weird when you do abstract though

KINGER

honestly... seeing him spiral into his current state was hard to watch. youve seen first hand how he went from this kind and intelligent man to this paranoid mess. not that he isnt kind anymore. he still is, and he tries his best but god- that knowledge of what he used to be sits heavy on you

he instinctively clings onto you because he knows youre familiar even if his memories are all jumbled up. in his eyes youre a safe person so of course hes going to seek you out when he can during adventures- and when its just leisure time in the circus

youre calmer demeanor helps him relax a bit, even without being in the pillow fort. if youre patient enough you can convince him to take a break and spend some time with the others on his worse days

POMNI

her introduction to kinger- assuming this is pre halloween episode- made her think you were going to be a bit... scrambled... too... but shes a bit taken aback at how calm and put together you are. and shes silently thanking you for that- its nice having someone she can actually talk to.. ragathas nice... but you know a little more than her thanks to your time here

though... the fact youve been here for so long does make her feel sick. i dont think shes fully given up on escaping- its just not her main focus right now, save her own mental health or whatever... but you being here for so long does dampen her spirits a bit. so she really is just stuck here, huh?

theres only so much you can do to comfort her, but youve seen so many people come and go in the circus that youve probably got a few ideas on how to tackle her and keep her emotionally anchored long enough to change the subject

[lunarxcity]

Why Hide? (Part XII to Why Me?)

Azriel x rhys sister! reader!

angst/eventual comfort (This got really scary real fast! We love some good plot! Also sorry for the short chapter it's been a minute since I've written...)

Summary: When you walk in on Azriel and Elain the mating bond snaps leading you to flee to Autumn with Eris so you can be free of Azriel. Your absence causes Azriel to come to some drastic realisations, but is it already too late and has your time in Autumn led to you moving on?

Parts I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, and XI if you missed them!

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Azriel was yanked out of sleep by a horrifying nightmare, the fourth one this week. They always ended the same, with a dark figure holding an onyx blade emanating an evil magic to your neck and no matter how hard he tries you're always either stabbed, poisoned, or some combination of the two.

For Azriel may have beaten death, but he may have paid the price with his soul. The Mother fought to save his life but the unknown darkness fought harder to claim his soul.

After Eris purged all the darkness from his chest with his fire and he had his outburst, Azriel passed out. You monitored him while he slept and he woke up nearly 2 days later screaming.

You guys have barely spoken, cordial small talk and tense silence filling the gap between you now that everything was out in the open. Azriel can't bear your rejection, so for now he will take your silence.

Footsteps in the hallway snap him out of his trance, everytime he wakes from a nightmare he can hear you hovering by his door. He had had gone from feeling a dull trickle of your feelings to now a roaring waterfall as the bond was formally acknowledged.

He knew he woke you up every night and he could feel your hesitation and desperation in his own chest, the same way you felt his fear.

The first night you had been pacing in your room and had ultimately gone to bed after he had lightly tugged on the bond to let you know he was okay.

The second night you had made it out of the hallway after hearing a crash and pretended to get water and do other mundane tasks until you couldn't hear any movement from his room anymore.

The night after that you slipped one of his shadows a sleeping potion so he could go back to bed without being plagued by nightmares.

This was the fourth night and you had made it to his door. The shadows were telling him that your hand was up, ready to knock, but you had been standing there for nearly 5 minutes and yet nothing.

He decided to put you out of your misery and he opened the door to your shocked figure.

"Can I help you? You're hovering like a vulture." Your expression shifted from surprise to embarrassment.

"I just- I didn't- " You stammered out.

Azriel raised a brow and you took a deep breath, steadying your voice.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I could uhm feel your terror." You mumbled the last part out.

You were tired of beating around the bush with him, he already knew that you knew and you had been dancing around each other for days. It didn't feel right, but again nothing did these days.

Azriel did not expect you to acknowledge the bond so openly. You said nothing about acceptance or rejection, just acknowledged it's existence. Maybe after everything is done with you guys would have that conversation, but for now there were more pressing matters at hand.

"I'm fine." An answer so short and unrevealing, how Azriel.

"You've been different since your return." You were trying to get him to talk about it, everyone else was blinded by the joy of having him back but you felt the scars that his soul now beared.

You felt the darkness emanating off of him when he was contaminated with that black magic.

"Yes that tends to happen when you come back from the dead." His response came out a bit harsher than intended, but Azriel's facade has been crumbling.

He has tried these past few days to put on a mask and put away his suffering from his family, but he hasn't slept in days he was exhausted.

You flinched slightly, but you just looked at him and waited patiently. The look in your eyes let him told that you were listening and his resolve was finally crumbling.

"I feel the scars of the darkness on my soul. It was slowly taking over me, eroding who I was until all I knew was pain and the only thing I yearned for was power and revenge."

He took a breath and you grabbed his hand and dragged him to sit down on his bed.

He reached for his chest, where the darkness used to be like he could still feel it eating away at himself and everything he knew the world to be.

"I almost lost myself and if I did, I knew that whatever dark master I would serve would use me and that twisted magic to defeat Prythian so I brought myself to the one person who could save me."

He looked at you with vulnerability and pain and as you looked into his eyes, the same hazel eyes that have plagued your mind for Mother's known how long, you started to feel a seed of fear being planted in your stomach.

The golden flecks in Azriel's eyes, the eyes you knew better than your own, were gone. They were replaced by a darker green, the warmth consumed by this unfamiliar darkness.

Something is wrong with Azriel.

"I swear to the Mother or whatever gods will listen to me, we will get answers and find a way to fix this, Azriel."

You hold both of his hands in your own and look him in the eyes, determination coating your features.

"It makes no difference if the gods turn their backs on us, for you are the only deity that I answer to. For I would forsake all of them and eternally damn myself just to be by your side, whatever you give me will be enough for me. "

Almost dying really changes your priorities, well in Azriel's case at least. He would rather leave knowing that he told you how he was feeling, instead of leaving without telling you once.

He has already died with regrets once and he would worse than a fool to do it again.

You dragged him to the library and started to research.

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The dark figure was out again, the night freed him he could ebb and flow through the darkness as he pleased. The sun was a hideous thing that he abhorred, for light reveals all in its presence. There was no hiding in the light and no room for his sinister schemes in the light of day.

He had been trying to get through to the shadowsinger all week, but the most he could do was plague him with measly nightmares.

Pathetic.

He had once started plagues that took down civilisations, started wars that had broken apart nations, and now he was no more than the boogeyman.

He had corrupted a few others, watching as they gave into madness and took others down with them but it didn't give him the satisfaction he craved.

What he craved was power. He wanted to bring Prythian down to it's knees and mere fae could not do that.

He needed the shadowsinger or the high lord, but Rhysand was so heavily guarded he couldn't even make it within a hundred feet without being slaughtered.

He'd had the shadowsinger in his clutches and he lost him along with is plan to take down Prythian.

First it was Prythian, then Hybern, and finally the mainland until the entire world was consumed by terror and chaos and he would be standing on the ruins.

He hears a song over the horizon. It's a song of enchantment and one that beckons to him, which is strange since he cannot stand the screech of music.

He follows the sound and is met with a white strand of twisted magic that flows through the woods. A trap of some sort, a normal fae would be ensnared, but he is not fae and the magic of this world doesn't effect him the way it should.

He follows the magical strand to the source like it's a stray piece of yarn.

He weaves through the forest until he feels the world slip away from him temporarily. When he comes back he notices that the trees were much taller than they just were and the trunks a deep shade of red as if trying to warn him from coming any closer.

The yarn ball ends up being a lake. While it looks like it should be picturesque with towering trees along the shoreline, there was something eerie that could only be explained by a sinister type of magic.

It's pitch black, even though there was a full moon and the only light source is the unnatural blue glow of the lake.

Welcome follower

The lake whispers to him in a voice that sounds like tar.

He walks up to the lake to see the source of this voice.

"I am no follower of yours."

My how interesting and I was told you had left this world long ago

"You are a child compared to me. I am as old as the dust of this universe."

It appears that your age has caused you to grow weak

Anger roared in him. "I WILL-"

Calm down, I am not trying to insult you, but rather convince you to take a deal of sorts

"I do not make deals with those beneath me."

I have the power you need, and my price is low. I only ask for one simple thing.

The scowl that is normally plastered on his face shifts to intrigue.

When we have the world on it's knees, you give me Prythian once you are finished ravaging it.

That was a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things and while he did not work well with others from the power of this being alone he knew that he could deliver what he was promising.

All you have to do is free me from this lake and we can destroy everything together

He pluges his shadowed arm into the lake and pulls this being through whatever enchantments were holding him there until he breaches the lakes surface.

He now stands in front of him, an evil grin on his face, laughing to himself relishing in his freedom.

"My name is Koschei, it's lovely to meet you in person."

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The winds cry and the shadows retreat back in fear.

It's the middle of the night and you and Azriel, are researching in the library when Azriel's shadows begin to scream.

He falls to the ground, clutching his head screaming out in pain.

You fall to the ground with him, trying to figure out whats wrong when Rhys and Feyre winnow in.

Rhys was in the same state as Azriel, clutching his head and on the floor.

Feyre was running through the stacks, urgently looking for a book.

This continued on for 10 minutes until they both snapped out of it. You looked out the window to see the first light of dawn.

Feyre was adamantly flipping through the large book she had and Rhys and Azriel were catching their breath.

You looked at both of them, "What happened?"

Rhys shuddered. Azriel replied, "I'm not sure it was almost as if Night itself was screaming, my shadows were terrified."

Cassian and Nesta burst through the door.

"He's out." That's all Nesta managed to say.

Rhys and Azriel froze and you saw a look in their eyes that you haven't seen since the first war. It was fear. Pure, icy fear.

"Who's out?"

Eris came running through the door followed by Lucien and Elain.

"Koschei! He's free, he's trying-" She started swaying on her feet.

"He's trying-" Elain immediately falls unconscious and Lucien catches her.

"She had a vision, she was screaming about Koschei and the lake." Lucien slowly says.

The room was silent,all the air sucked out. The threat to Prythian was greater than they could have imagined.

They say death always has a price and Azriel prayed to the Mother that Prythian was not about to pay it.

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note: Hello my loves long time no see life got pretty chaotic and has prevented me from escaping back to my stories(i know i know). I hope everyone is well and the story has not slipped from anyones mind in the meantime, but personally I believe that suspense only makes the story that much impactful (that's what im using as an excuse for my lack of activity). This chapter is short and a bit darker than usual which I hope is not too out of the blue for anyone but it is pure plot which we have not really seen yet. I'm excited to dust off this story and get right back to it so enjoy and like always until next time my darlings!

note note: One day I will get a beta reader, but until then in the spirit of magic and make believe lets pretend like my grammatical errors and typos don't exist!

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[retireddaddyric]

PAINT STAINS AND ALL

(Painting Palette pt IV)

Synopsis: (last past of 4) Daniel and fem reader give each other longing stares until they’re alone again. Then he becomes the muse of her paintings again and.. it gets cutely messy.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, fluff, flashbacks, unprotected sex.

Notes: this is the ending, not english native speaker, this is all fiction. Feel free to reach out, even in private if you’re shy to comment! I love it!

For two days, we’re perfect actors. I say “morning” with a smile I don’t mean. Daniel pours me coffee without a word. Mick watches us from the kitchen table like he’s trying to solve an equation. We don’t touch, we don’t fight. We don’t speak unless Mick’s in the room.

But god, the silences. Every brush of air between us feels like it could ignite. Every accidental glance is a dare. Every shared breath tastes like the thing we didn’t finish.

I’m painting again, my back is bent over canvas in the living room, headphones in, tank top riding up my spine and then I feel it. That look. I glance up and Daniel’s on the couch across the room, pretending to read. As if he reads. But he isn’t flipping pages.

He’s watching me like he’s starving.

He doesn’t even flinch when I meet his eyes.

He just smirks. Then shifts slightly in his seat, legs spreading lazily, like he knows I’m looking now too.

I roll my eyes. He raises an eyebrow.

Then I dip my brush in red and very deliberately paint a curved line that is, unmistakably, the dip of a collarbone.

His collarbone.

That night, when Mick’s asleep, I find Daniel in the kitchen in just sweatpants and nothing else, eating a slice of cold pizza by the fridge light.

We don’t say anything.

I just walk past him slowly, open the cabinet, and reach for a glass knowing full well he’s watching my ass the whole time.

“Wanna finish what you started the other morning?” he murmurs.

I turn, lean against the counter, and sip water like I’m bored. “Maybe. If you’re good.”

He steps closer. One hand on the fridge door, the other on the counter behind me. His body cages mine in.

“What makes you think I’ve ever been good?”

His voice is low, wicked and his mouth is too close so my breath stops.

But then footsteps creak down the hallway. Mick’s cough from his bedroom.

Daniel swears under his breath and steps back and I smile around the rim of my glass. “Guess you’ll have to wait.”

And I walk away, hips swaying.

Mick leaves on Friday afternoon with an overnight bag and his usual warnings. “Don’t kill each other,” he calls over his shoulder.

“We’ll try,” I say, deadpan.

Daniel just lifts two fingers in a lazy salute.

The second the door closes, the apartment goes quiet. Too quiet.

We spend the first few hours pretending nothing’s changed: he’s on the couch, legs up, flipping through some dumb car documentary. I’m at my easel, trying to sketch with hands that won’t stop trembling. My pencil skids over the paper. Nothing sticks. Every line looks wrong.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “You’re pacing with your hands again.”

“I’m drawing.”

“You’re sulking.”

I sigh and toss the pencil down. “I can’t focus.”

He hums like he already knows why. “You wanna paint me?” He asks.

I blink. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs. “You used to. I figured you might want the real thing this time.”

My mouth opens. Closes. My heart thuds once, low and deep.

“Right now?”

He stands slowly, stretching. “Why not?”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, a challenge maybe. Or maybe it’s surrender.

“I’ve got nothing better to do,” he adds, voice soft.

I swallow hard. “Fine,” I say. “Strip.”

His brows lift but he doesn’t hesitate. He peels off his shirt first, tossing it onto the couch. Then his sweats, leaving just black briefs that do nothing to hide how very ready he is for this. I try not to stare but fail.

“Don’t be shy now,” he says, smirking.

“You’re lucky I don’t blindfold you,” I mutter, grabbing a fresh canvas.

He settles onto the stool in front of me, one leg stretched out, arms relaxed at his sides. His body is shameless: golden tan skin, lean muscle, a little almost invisible scar under one rib I never noticed before.

I start to paint. At first, it’s safe.. shoulders, lines of his throat, the shape of his sternum. But the longer I look, the more I lose the thread of what I’m doing. My hand slows. My breathing doesn’t.

“You’re not painting anymore,” he murmurs.

“No,” I whisper. “I’m not.”

He stands and walks toward me, I don’t move. When he’s close enough, he dips two fingers into my palette, crimson, and drags them gently across my collarbone. Paint streaks my skin like war paint. Like a warning. Or a promise.

“You said you’d make it indecent..” he murmurs.

I drop the brush.

And then we’re kissing hard, filthy, urgent. Nothing gentle this time. Nothing patient. His hands are on my waist, lifting me. I wrap my legs around him instinctively, and we crash into the wall, smearing paint between our bodies. I feel it on my thighs, my ribs, his chest.

We’re a mess. We don’t care. He pulls my tank top over my head, smearing blue across my shoulder in the process. My breasts are already flushed, nipples tight, and he groans when he sees me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasps. “You always were.”

I grab his face, drag him into another kiss, deeper this time, more desperate. My hands tug down his briefs and he kicks them off. His cock presses against my stomach, hot and hard and slick at the tip.

“I need—” I gasp.

He lifts me again, carries me across the room, and lays me down right on the drop cloth I’d been using under the easel. Paint streaks across the fabric, and our skin with it.

I reach down and guide him to me and when he slides in, it’s a shock to the system.

We both gasp, I arch my back so much.

“Jesus,” he groans. “You’re—fuck—tight.”

“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Please—don’t you dare stop.” My breath is cut out.

And he doesn’t. He thrusts into me with purpose, messy, rhythmic, real. Our bodies slap together, paint slicking us, drying on our skin and smearing into new colors. He pushes one leg higher, angle deeper, and I cry out, fingers clutching his back, nails raking down to his hips.

“Say it,” he pants against my neck.

“Say what?”

“That you want me.”

“I always wanted you.”

He curses, losing rhythm for a second, hips stuttering. He kisses me again,open-mouthed, ravenous and I’m right there, spiraling.

And when I finally come, it’s like something shatters. Years of pretending, of silence, of fear.. they break all at once.

He follows with a groan so deep it shakes me. He stays inside me, forehead pressed to mine, our bodies a canvas of proof.

We don’t speak for a minute.

Just heavy breathing and the tick of the radiator.

Then, quietly, he says:

“You destroyed me, you know that?”

And I whisper, “Good.”

Mick walks through the door late Sunday afternoon, carrying his overnight bag and the faint scent of his girlfriend’s perfume. He looks relaxed, maybe even happy. For about two seconds. Then he stops cold in the living room. “What the fuck is that?”

Daniel and I are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, very not-touching. I’ve got a mug of tea in my hands like it’s a weapon. Daniel’s flipping through the TV guide like it’s 2006.

But Mick’s staring at the rug. At the giant, irregular, very obvious red paint stain near the corner of the drop cloth.

Right where Daniel had me two nights ago. My stomach drops, Daniel stiffens slightly but keeps his eyes on the screen.

Mick turns slowly, gaze ping-ponging between the stain and the two of us.

“You didn’t use the cloth?” he asks. His voice is deceptively casual.

I open my mouth. Nothing comes out. Daniel clears his throat.

“I mean, technically we started on it,” he mutters.

Mick squints. “Started what?”

I shoot Daniel a look that could kill. He shrugs one shoulder like might as well.

Mick’s eyes narrow. Then widen. Then narrow again.

“Oh my god.” He looks at me. Then at Daniel. Then back at me. “You two—”

“We didn’t plan it,” I say quickly.

“And we definitely tried to hide it,” Daniel adds, not helping.

“Unbelievable,” Mick mutters, throwing his hands in the air. “Is nothing sacred?”

I wince. “It’s not like we were gonna tell you over breakfast!”

“And when were you gonna tell me? After you accidentally conceived a child in my living room?”

Daniel coughs behind his fist. I bury my face in my mug.

Mick runs a hand through his hair, pacing once. Then he stops, facing us again.

“So. You’ve been… what? Hooking up? Behind my back?”

I lift my chin. “Not behind your back. Just… quietly. Around corners.”

Daniel finally looks up, eyes steady. “We didn’t mean to lie to you.”

Mick just stares at him.

“And we’re not planning to stop,” Daniel adds, voice low.

My heart skips. I glance at him. He’s dead serious.

Mick sighs like it physically pains him. “Jesus. Just.. please don’t have sex near my laundry again.”

Daniel grins. “Deal.”

Mick groans and storms off toward his room, muttering about bleach and siblings and betrayal.The door slams.

And Daniel looks at me with a sly smile. “That went better than I expected.”

I laugh, actual, breathless laughter. The kind that bubbles out when the truth is finally out and the world doesn’t burn down.

“I guess we’re official now,” I say.

He leans closer, still smiling. “Then I guess I can do this—”

—and kisses me, right there on the couch, tasting like coffee and freedom.

Paint stain and all.

He kisses me like it’s easy now as if there’s nothing to hide.

But as my eyes flutter shut, I see something else behind them, a flicker of then:

A summer from years ago.

We’re sitting under the tree in my parents’ backyard. I’m sixteen. He’s twenty-two. I’ve stolen one of Mick’s graphic tees, knees scraped from falling off my bike, sketchpad in my lap. Daniel’s stretched out in the grass beside me, one arm behind his curls, sunglasses hidden in that bush of his head. The sun catches the honey color in his hair.

“You’re gonna be trouble someday,” he says casually, watching me doodle.

I smirk, not looking at him. “Someday?”

He laughs, easy and bright. “Shut up.”

I don’t realize I’m in love with him yet.

But he’s already looking at me like it’s dangerous.

I blink back to the present, his mouth still on mine, hands warm on my hips, the air still humming with tension and relief.

And I wonder if he remembers that day too.

If he always knew it would come to this.

Paint stains and all.

The End

( I hope you guys liked it!)

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

ive decided if no one is going to make my guilty pleasure, imma have to do it myself. sighs… here are some headcanons about dating robert chase… (in no specific order)

(side note: someone has probably already done this, but its always fem/girl reader and im tired of that)

First off, hes always late to fucking everything even tho he tries soooo desperately to be on time :( doctor duties

once yall get serious n he spends majority time at your place, the team finds out and breaks in. They grill you on your relationship and like. its the shovel talk. Youre very confused.

hes always really hot (temp wise and otherwise) so hes not a big fan of cuddling. but!! Theres a solution!! He starfishes and turns the fan up to 100 while u lay underneath him and cuddle like an octopus. (Sorry people who run hot this is for the cold people. aka me)

he’s really reluctant to date again after the whole cameron leaving bcz of the dibala thing, so at first it was really hard to gain his trust. Like a shy shelter kitten. but he eventually warmed up, even if u still feel that he’s keeping something heavy to himself.

he loves baking, so during the holidays yall make and decorate cookies together. You suggest he takes some to work, but he says something about his coworkers being assholes and not deserving it, especially his boss. Whatever that means.

he’s also reluctant to share much about his job. Youve been to the ppth hospital once, before you knew him, for like a broken finger or smth; since you started dating you havent been to his work once, even if he’s been to yours once or twice.

He had short hair when yall started dating, but you found a few pictures of his longer hair and begged him to grow it out again. He obliged and its so beautiful again.

One sunday after an especially hard case at work he asks if you want to go to church with him. He explains its not really all that important, and you dont have to if you dont want to, but you grab his hand and reassure him that you will. and you do. You dont know exactly what solace he finds but youre glad he asked you to come with him to find it.

he always gets so mad at medical inaccuracies in the shows you watch (canon doctor event)

he lays his head in your lap lets u just admire him and run ur fingers thru his hair

every once in a while you’ll be having a conversation and youll say something and he just makes this face. And he just sits there for a moment. And then he rushes out of the apartment to go save someones life or something. By now when he makes that face u just grab his coat and kiss him on the cheek.

some days he just gets sad and starts crying (the crying is usually after a few drinks). You dont know why but you comfort him nonetheless.

you beg him to adopt a cat with you and this is when he realizes its serious. He withdraws a bit. Asks you really weird questions about the morality of the death penalty and genocide. you answer honestly. You dont know exactly what happened but you have an idea. You ponder a bit but eventually settle on telling him that you trust him to do the right thing. that night he cries a little while you cuddle. You comfort him as best you can. in the morning you reiterate that you trust him to do the right thing. he smiles. Then he asks if you still want that cat. you do. You adopt a little white fluffball who screeches like the devil when she doesnt get food.

Okay thats it for now. This post was powered by pure rage towards the fact that there practically no robert chase x male reader fics out there. So these headcanons are specifically robert chase x me. And you too ig.

[bowxs]

BOWXS’S 150 (+4) FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!!

I want to start by saying I genuinely could not be any more grateful than I am for all of my followers, my mutuals, or even people who just liked or reblogged my work!! I love you all so much and you’ve made my dreams come true (which i never thought could happen). I cant say thank you enough💕💕💕 I know im still a beginner writer and i have so many ways i can improve, and all of you have been so patient and kind to me :) I love every single request, reblog, comment, or like i get! I genuinely smile so big when I see you guys like what ive written!!

Now I don’t really know how this is supposed to work, but heres what im gonna do: Below, there will be a numbered list of sfw & nsfw prompts that you can give me + ask for any character I write for (i will make a list incase you dont know! please remember the list is always changing so dont be afraid to ask).

when submitting an ask, please just give me the number of the prompt and the character. feel free to mix and match the prompts!!

full disclaimer- i did get all of these off of pinterest

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, I LOVE YOU!! XOXO

characters i will write for:

Billy Butcher

Soldier Boy

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Percy Jackson

SFW PROMPTS -

1. “not everyone is going to hurt you”

2. “can you just kiss me? one last time? thats all i ask.”

3. “thats not what i meant and you know it”

4. “I’ll be here to keep you safe”

5. “of course i noticed. i notice everything about you”

6. "you ever think that we are meant to be? like in every universe?”

7. “i dont think im ready to let go yet”

8. “just a few more minutes. please.”

9. “stop crying, please. it hurts me”

10. “im so proud of you”

11. “i dont think ive ever seen you wear that before”

12. “im not used to being.. taken care of”

13. “what are you staring at?”

14. “what are we?”

15. “tell me how you fell in love with me, again. i forgot”

16. “i want to have a family with you”

17. “come here, baby. i gotcha”

18. “i’ve never done this before.”

19. "breathe, I got you."

20. “my girl looks so good”

21. “just shut up and kiss me already”

22. "i have to pee so bad please get up."

23. “"were not going to bring this up ever again."

24. “you smell so good”

25. “i waited for you”

26. “you didnt have to do that”

27. “ill do it because i love you. thats it.”

28. “i dont deserve this. you.”

29. “poor thing, had a long day?”

30. “i want it to be us. together.”

31. “its you. its always been you”

32. “i wont let you go out there and kill yourself”

33. “you look stupid”

34. “you know you love me”

35. “tell me i look pretty”

36. “this is forever”

37. “i cant do this without you”

38. “i never thought youd care”

39. “talk to me”

40. “you look good in my clothes”

41. “come sit on my lap”

42. “your lips might kill me”

43. “say it again”

44. “i love you”

45. “please, dont leave”

NSFW PROMPTS -

46. "be good for me and spread your legs”

47. "don't worry ill take good care of you."

48. "i know a workout you might actually enjoy."

49. "i had no idea you were into this kinda thing."

50. "don't tempt me."

51. "i want it to hurt."

52. "i've never done this before."

53. "don't be afraid. it's just me.”

54. "wanna join?"

55. "mind if I join?"

56. "i'm either joining or watching, you pick."

57. "don't make me take you home and punish you."

58. “stop it were in public.”

59. “ill fuck you in the bathroom stall if you dont stop”

60. “stop teasing me”

61. “people will see”

62. “do you think they can hear us?”

63. “i havent even touched you yet”

64. “just a bit more”

65. “you like that? god your a slut”

66. “dont talk like that then cry when i fuck you too hard”

67. “where do you want it?”

68. “stop whining, i got you”

69. “i know you can take it”

70. “atta girl”

71. “stay still, i wanna take a picture”

72. “smile for the camera”

73. “whatever you want baby”

74. “were gonna get caught”

75. “your making a mess everywhere”

76. “do you feel how deep i am?”

77. “are you that excited to have me back?”

78. “keep your eyes on me”

79. “touch yourself- but only cum when i let you”

80. “round two?”

81. “just shut up and fuck me”

82. “im gonna be late since someone cant keep it down for 5 minutes”

83. “move your hand for me”

84. “im not done”

85. “keep talking, baby”

86. “your cute begging for forgiveness now”

87. “i should fill your mouth up, maybe youll be quiet then”

88. “you feel so fucking good”

89. “is that the best you can do?”

90. “use your words”

[pvffinsdaisies]

Ship development ask game 💕

Ahhh, I know, these have been done 10 million times, but i noticed i was struggling to find ones specifically designed to help develop a ship. Which is what I use these for. So here's an ask game specifically designed to help you develop a new ship or get back in touch with an old ship.

Whilst this is an ask game, you dont have to treat it perfectly like one. Feel free to copy and paste these and fill them in on your notes app or take turns filling these in in dms with your friends. :)

What appeals you to the ship? Is it based off of canon interaction, personal headcanons, or are you not sure?

What are the character's usual types? Is it one another or are they taking a chance on smth new?

What do they like about one another? Include both physical and personality traits, anything they like.

In what areas would they help one another grow?

What type of dynamic do you see them having? Are they fluffy or steamy? Are they soulmates or doomed to fail?

Which character developed feelings first? And is there a specific moment or way this could've happened?

Which character confessed their feelings first? And how was it? What did they do? How were they feeling?

What was their first date like?

What are their love languages?

Do they have anything they dont like about one another? Any annoying habits or bad incidents in the past?

How would they deal with those things? Do they have open communication or do they just bottle it up?

What interests/hobbies would they have in common?

What interests/hobbies would they try and get the other into? Would they succeed or not?

What are their core values?

Would they adopt pets together? How many? What animal(s)? Did they disagree on the animal(s)?

What would they do to surprise one another?

Is there a couple from another piece of media you could use as a reference?

How fast do they each tend to move in relationships? Does one rush into things whilst the other takes their time? How would they find a compromise?

Do they have any fears or set backs in terms of relationships?

Leave the ship behind for a moment, what are some headcanons you have for them as individuals in relationships? Silly quirks, or any tendencies they need to quit? Are they selfish or a people-pleaser?

Would they get into fights? What over, and how do they move forward?

What would their friends and family think of their relationship? Are they supportive or not too keen?

Is marriage something thats in their future? Do they want to get married? Do they not want to get married? Do they break up before it happens?

Would they want to have kids at some point? Or do they already have them?

Try and think of either 3 silly or angsty headcanons for them as a couple? Depending on the dynamic of the ship, could be anything at all. If you cant think of 3, thats fine.

How would they celebrate things like birthdays, valentines day, anniversaries, etc..? Do they even celebrate them at all?

BONUS OPTIONAL QUESTIONS!

For steamy pairs, how compatible are they in the bed room?

For toxic pairs, would they ever break up? Why or why not?

For immortal pairs, have they known one another throughout history? Were they always able to be together?

For cross-species pairs, what are some ways their different species traits impact their relationship? What silly inconveniences or mishaps happen when a vampire & a werewolf date? Or a fairy and a mermaid? Etc..

For fictional celebrity pairs, what was the public's response to them dating? Were their fans happy?

[salmonlyster]

i had such a bad day i had to draw puptrick to calm myself down

[cozylittleartblog]

9th annual nick valentines day (ft. soup again) + doodle i made last year that i forgot about, from when bethesda gave us that free update

[oiblackestsheep]

MBTI Observations 2: Observe Harder

○ xxTPs often make great teachers because their high Ti lends itself useful to explaining something in logical ways, and their lower Fe (if developed enough) can be used to figure out what their student doesn't understand, and how they might need the information rephrased so that it is easier to understand.

● ExxJs are REALLY good at predicting the endings of movies or shows - probably something to do with their dominant function being an objective judging function (Fe or Te), making it easy to spot the purpose of a story, and the easiest way to convey the message through the climax & resolution.

□ INxJs often get (reasonable) flack for not having very good kinesthetic abilities, but they often have approximately one (1) sensory ability that comes super naturally because the sheer willpower of dom Ni overrides the flaws of inferior Se. A common example I see is always knowing where the car is parked, even if they don't consciously remember or know where it is. They borderline let their eyes roll into the back of their head and their dom Ni leads them to the car's exact location in a fashion that is technically unexplainable.

■ Every INFP is "just a girl" (even if they aren't. they are.)

♤ ISxPs listen to conversations around them and passively choose not to speak because they are simply not compelled to do so. ISxJs listen to conversations around them and actively choose not to speak because they've heard enough to decide it's not worth it.

[marblerose-rue]

silly doodle for my fursona since i made her 11 years ago today :-)

[elfy-art]

take two of yesterdays little doodle, using the ref this time

[crystalpallette]

I finally got a full lineup of these losers(affectionate)

(a ppq fanseries of mine, the royal advisors)

[unnonexistence]

everything happens so much

[haysaprocky]

a key to getting really rooted in your solar plexus chakra (besides wearing a lot of yellow lolol) is coming to terms with the fact that you have nothing to prove to anyone but yourself. you can move through this world with such confidence and presence when you free yourself in that way