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[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

When the Levee Breaks

pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

tags / warnings: friends to lovers fluff then smut, mutual pining, smoking weed (be responsible irl), high sex, explicit descriptions of oral (f receiving), fem!reader

NSFW notes: A LARGE PORTION OF THIS FIC IS NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS; DO NOT READ IT IF IT ISN'T APPROPRIATE FOR YOU! HOWEVER, because such a long portion (like 2/3) has no sexual material (except for the implication at the very beginning), i have clearly marked where it becomes NSFW in case any age-appropriate readers want to read only up to that point (i know some people just want fluff not smut even if they're of age, and that's so chill); i will say there is drug use before then, so still adult material, but fluffy around that; please please be responsible for your content consumption

random notes: set in the late 70's / early 80's, following canon of when the marauders would've met but the rest of the world building (e.g. au) left ambiguous title inspired by a song on one of the albums mentioned idk why this turned out similar to The Prettiest Star with Sirius Black, but i guess my fantasy is just to listen to music intensely with someone then fuck lovingly lol

word count: 6.4k

hope you enjoy! thank you if you read it! 🫶

You watch as his long fingers, practiced and adept, roll the spliff. You liked this part. You could stare at his hands under the guise of watching the rolling. Remus didn’t have to know how far from pot your mind wandered when you did. He didn’t have to know it made you wonder every time what else he could do with this fingers. Imagine how they would feel on you. In you. 

At the thought, you squirm where you’re seated on his settee next to him. He chuckles in a low tone. 

“Antsy?” 

“No.” 

He can tell you’re lying. You can tell he can tell. But you don’t care. As long as he can’t tell why you’re lying, it doesn’t matter, and you can keep wriggling.

“Whatever you say, jitterbug.” 

Your wringing hands catch his attention, and his eyes fix on them even as his hands continue their work. 

“Next time, you’re rolling it,” he says through a smile. “There’d be nothing left to smoke by the time you finished shaking it everywhere,” he laughs, too amused with himself, giggling as if he were already high. 

“Remus?” you start, and he shakes his head and chuckles, loving how you get when he teases you. 

“What?” he smiles, eyebrows shooting up at you, both a welcome and a challenge for you to say whatever you’re about to. 

“Can you remind me who provided this wonderful gift on this wonderful afternoon?” You shake the baggy you brought to his flat not 15 minutes ago. 

He laughs, now nodding, and concedes, “You’re right, sunshine. I should be so grateful.”

Remus brings the spliff to his mouth to lick the edge of the paper, and your retort gets caught in your throat as you fixate on his tongue. 

A bit too late, a bit too quiet for your usual banter, you say, “You should be, Moons. I can still take it home and smoke by myself.”

“Oh now I’ve rolled it for you, yeah? Didn’t realize you were just here for my services. Should’ve known you were just pretending to love me till you got what you wanted.” He holds up his finished work — a beauty really — in front of you as he finishes his joke. You hum affirmatively, taking it from him and looking it over. 

You inspect it exaggeratedly and with a theatrical sense of casual satisfaction tell him, “Hm, not bad. I was starting to regret the long con, but I think this was worth it.” 

He’s giggling as he gets up, bumping his body against yours before he does, going toward his record collection. He walks over lazily, unhurriedly, his bare feet quiet on the floor, his hand coming up to mess with his hair. His loose, comfy clothes do a lot to hide the muscles you know are lean but strong underneath.

“Come help me choose,” he says over his shoulder as he falls to one knee to scan a lower shelf. Almost a whole wall of his small apartment is covered in shelves, boxes, stacks of records. It looks a mess, but it’s actually meticulously organized by release date.

You follow him, come up just behind him. You crouch, too, not all the way down like him. You lean on him, resting your head atop his, bringing your arms around his shoulders and neck. 

He moans casually, seeming happy, and grabs your arms where they fall across his chest. 

“Oh, Rem. You should know…”

“Hm?” he asks, looking up at you. You look down at him, seeing his warm smile upside down. 

“This is the real reason I’ve pretended to be your friend all these years,” you fake seriousness as you nod toward the records. Remus rolls his eyes, but his smile stretches further across his lovely face. It pulls on a long scar that runs down his cheek. 

“And may I ask how you knew when we were eleven that one day I would own such an epic collection?” 

“Easy. You wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt one of the first days we knew each other.”

He’s taken aback by your giving an actual answer. 

“Did I really?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, smiling down at him. The warmth of reminiscing about those childhood years softening you. 

“I think I remember that shirt,” he smiles nostalgically. “How do you remember that?” He twists in your embrace, coming to sit on the floor and pulling you with him. You’re sitting close to each other, and he’s watching you, rapt. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I remember being so nervous and lonely at the beginning. Wanting to make friends. And you seemed nice, so I noticed you.” You shrug again, look down for a moment, not wanting to express embarrassment at a more honest recollection: you had a crush on him immediately, even back then, even before you were really sure what it was you were feeling — that came with the years that followed. “The day you wore that shirt, it was like something familiar I could latch onto. Someone who liked something I liked.” Remus is smiling adoringly at you. Listening as intently as he is, looking as giddy, he looks like a child at the greatest story time ever from his seat on the floor. 

“I even tried to talk to you about it,” you confess, cringing teasingly at yourself.

“Yeah?” He sits up straighter like a puppy hearing someone at the door. 

“Yeah,” you exhale. 

“I don’t remember that happening.”

“That’s because it didn’t,” you laugh. “I said tried to talk to you. I got too nervous and ran to hide before I could get the words out.” 

He’s shaking his head in disbelief, his smile still plastered on his face.

“I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed you yet.” Remus looks especially contemplative for a moment then hums, biting his lower lip. “It’s crazy. Trying to think of my life before you is like remembering a blank canvas.” 

Your cheeks warm and so does your heart. 

You’re smiling a beaming smile at him but say, “There wasn’t much to notice. I was pretty quiet. And besides, your attention probably couldn’t handle a single thing more given you were getting to know Sirius and James.” He laughs lightly at the good memories but shakes his head at you a little more pronouncedly. 

“I’m sure there was a lot to notice. I was just an idiot. And quiet, too. By comparison to that lot anyway. They spoke enough for the three of us. I probably would’ve wimped out if I’d tried to talk to a pretty girl like you back then.” The edges of his entrancing brown eyes crinkled from his smile. “I mean… to be honest… I’d get nervous for a while, talking to you at first.”

“You didn’t,” you tease but secretly really want to hear more.  

“I did, yeah. Of course I did,” he laughs at himself. “I had a big crush on you. James and Sirius wouldn’t let me live it down for ages.” 

You’re shocked at this news. And maybe your face shows it. What it doesn’t show is how desperately your mind is racing, questioning: “Wait, could things have been otherwise? Did he actually like me as more than a friend at some point? Did I ruin it somehow?”

Remus tenses slightly, his smile no longer reaching his eyes, which are attentive at your reaction. 

“That was a long time ago,” he jokes to fill the silence that is beginning to stretch too long, his tone awkward.

“What happened?” you whisper, unable to help it. 

He takes a second to answer, like he doesn’t know what to say. He’s searching your face, and you’re not sure how much he can read there. 

He shrugs. His face gives an “I don’t know” scowl. He’s trying to escape answering, but you don’t let him.

“Remus,” you laugh and shove him playfully. 

“I don’t know,” he giggles. “I don’t know. Then I got to know you I guess. And we became friends.” 

You give a scoffy laugh. You know he probably didn’t mean it that way, but your stomach sinks at the idea that getting to know you would remedy him of his crush. You’re staring at the floor when his voice breaks you out of your thoughts. 

“Hey, you okay?” He’s trying to keep the playful atmosphere, but you hear true concern in his tone. “Did I say something I shouldn’t’ve?”

You want to say “yes,” but you wouldn’t be able to tell him which part. So, you don’t say anything.

“I didn’t think you’d mind, after all these years,” he says more softly.

“No, Rem. Of course I don’t mind.” You shake your head as if dismissing the idea, attempting a laugh that still comes out strained. “I was just surprised is all.” 

He’s watching you, nodding subtlety, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. 

“Let’s choose something, yeah?” you nod next to you toward the wall, desperate to redirect attention.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” Remus turns toward the records, skimming across his stacks. A thought catches him, and he moves purposefully toward a different shelf.

“What are you thinking?” you notice, your interest piqued. 

“1971,” he says as if it’s an answer. It is to you. 

1971: the year you met. 

He pulls out a well-worn record, and the strain on your smile finally dissipates to easy delight. You come stand next to him, and he hands it to you. 

“Do you remember how much we listened to that then?” he asks. 

“How could I forget,” you smile, your fingers tracing the cover of Led Zeppelin IV. 

It came out November 1971, but neither of you could get it till at least a month later, during Christmas break from school. When you finally did, the two of you listened to it nonstop. You absolutely loved the album, but you knew you listened to it that much because it was an easy excuse to hang out with Remus. You’d been listening to music together, often just the two of you, ever since.

“Fuck, I remember we’d listen to it in my room,” Remus reminisces. “And even Sirius, the biggest Zeppelin fan of us all, couldn’t take it anymore,” he laughs. “He’d turn it off when he found us listening to it, scolding us for ‘abusing a sacred thing.’”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Oh, look at this,” Remus startles you, excited. He pulls another record off the same shelf.

“This is too perfect,” he giggles. “I didn’t remember this came out then,” he muses, looking it over. “Probably didn’t get my hands on it till much later, I guess. But it’s like it was made for us. For you.” He hands you Just As I Am by Bill Withers, but you still don’t get what he’s saying. He sees your confused look and chuckles. “Second track,” he hints. Your eyes land on “Ain’t No Sunshine.” 

“Sunshine”: Remus’s nickname for you for years. You had Sirius to thank for it actually. He’d said you and Remus were like yin and yang. And since you all already called him “Moony,” you had to be “Sunny.” The other three of you cringed at the sound of that, so he tried “sunshine” instead, conceding it was close enough, and it stuck. Over the years, Sirius and James used it less and less, Remus more and more.

“It’s your song,” Remus urges, knocking his shoulder against yours. “There literally can’t be sunshine when you’re gone because you are sunshine.” He sounds too excited, and it’s adorable. 

“You sound like Sirius saying he’s serious,” you tease. He just laughs and takes the record back.

“Whatever, grumpy. It’s an epic song, and you know it, and now it’s yours, and I don’t care if that’s cheesy.”

“I love it,” escapes you, teasing tone gone. His eyes snap to yours, and he looks at you warmly.

“Alright, sunshine,” he whispers. A beat. “Wanna listen to it?” he asks, voice almost normal again. You nod gladly then go back to the sofa as he sets it up.

Remus soon comes back and joins you. He grabs the spliff from between stacks of snacks you’d prepared for the afternoon then looks over at you.

“Ready, sunshine?”

“Mhhm.”

“You do the honours.” He hands it to you and grabs the lighter. Rather than handing that to you too, he lights it for you as it dangles from your parted lips. 

You take a long drag, feeling it enter you and welcoming it. You cough lightly as you exhale slowly. You are no novice but are still always a cougher. Remus still always giggles when you do, but it’s never mocking. He has a glass of water ready for you, knowing you well, always looking after you. You trade him the water for the spliff, which he proceeds to hit with equal enthusiasm and less wheezing.  

You pass it back and forth for a little while. It’s strong stuff and just three hits in, you feel it engulfing you. The settee feels softer; the music sounds better. 

“Ain’t No Sunshine” is playing, and in your dazed state, you’re sure this is going to be the peak of the album even if it doesn’t coincide with the peak of your high. You close your eyes, and you can feel the music on your skin. 

Remus chuckles next to you, and your face turns to him.

“You look so stoned right now,” he explains, giddy. 

“That’s because I am,” you laugh. Once you start laughing it’s hard to stop; once Remus joins, it’s almost impossible. 

You chat easily, observations and jokes from both of you greatly benefitting from the induced assistance. Remus has a revelation about your listening to HI-fi while high. Your mind is blown multiple times at how deep the lyrics are. 

“They’re all talkin’ at him, but he doesn’t hear a word they’re sayin’, Moons! Not a word! I should do that,” you tell him as if it’s the most urgent thing in the world. He cracks up. “He’s so right, you know? Gotta keep the sun shining through the pouring rain, you know?”

“Uh-huh, I know, sunshine, I know,” he just laughs at you.

“You have such a nice smile, Moony,” you observe, dazed just as much from the feelings perambulating through your system than the pot doing the same.

“Yeah?” he asks, exaggerating it till he’s all teeth and squinty eyes. 

“Yeah,” you laugh. “It looked funny upside down over there,” you remember. “Watch!” 

You flip over on the sofa till your feet are up where your neck should rest and your head is dangling off the edge where your knees would normally be. You smile up at him. Remus doubles over laughing with you, bringing his face much closer to yours as he leans into it. 

“You’re right. Looks funny,” he tells you much more softly than you expected after his cackling. He watches you intently then brings a hand to your upside down face. He traces your features lightly, and it’s warm and tingly. His long finger travels down your nose, across your eyebrows. 

“C’mere,” you whisper to him.

“Where?” he whispers back, his voice a gruff chuckle again. 

“Down here!” you whisper-yell. 

You pull his shoulder down and start kicking his legs up as he contorts until you get him in the same position as you. You end up side by side, upside-down on the sofa. 

Each of you giggles at the other as you steal side glances. Your faces, pulled the wrong way by gravity, softened more than normal by the smoking, look even goofier through your incessant giggles and pointless efforts at holding those back.

You listen, and laugh, to at least a whole song like this. You kick each other’s feet throughout. As one of your kicks brings you closer to Remus, he rolls over to tickle you. You laugh so loud you can’t even hear the record over it. 

“Stop, Rem! Stop!” you plead. “I’m already too dizzy.” 

He keeps it up a moment but soon takes pity on you and helps move your body the right way around, his strong hands manipulating you easily. 

“Alright, dizzy. Enough upside-down,” he says as he fixes your now crazy hair. 

You just nod and shift closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he shuffles to a comfortable height for you, laying his own head on yours. 

A primary reason you enjoy getting high with Remus: you both get snuggly. You’re touchy normally, even more than most best friends you’ve seen, but not overly so. When you’re high, it’s overly so. But it somehow doesn’t feel weird. In fact, it feels wonderful. 

So, it feels wonderful, not weird, when you absentmindedly reach over for his hand. He gives it to you easily, and you begin caressing it. 

“Your skin is so soft, Rem.” You pull his hand closer to you, bringing it close to your face, looking it at like you’ve never seen a hand before. Remus takes the opportunity and quickly grabs at your nose playfully. You giggle at this as he responds to your initial comment.

“In between all the scars maybe.” He sounds matter of fact. There’s a lot less pain in his voice now when he talks about them than when he did in your younger years. You look forward to the day when you hear no pain there at all. 

“No, the scars too,” you correct him gently, and you bring your thumb to a scar that runs from the top of his hand up to his forearm. You trace it with reverence, and he shivers at your touch. You know for a fact you’re the only person in the world he allows to touch them. You’re so grateful for his trust, and in this moment, your emotions heightened, your inhibitions lowered, the vibrations of the music moving through you, you feel the need to tell him so. 

“Thank you for letting me touch you, Moony.” 

Remus has been watching where your hands are connected until now, but at your words, he looks into your eyes. He just looks at you for a long moment. You can’t tell how long, time elongated and indeterminable in your current state, but you’re completely comfortable to sit in it through its entirety, looking straight back at him. 

Eventually, the softest grin blossoms on his face. You mirror it. 

“Thank you for not being afraid to,” he whispers. You genuinely don’t understand. 

“Why would I be?”

“You know what I mean,” he tries to explain. He looks down in shyness but back at you before continuing, “Maybe ‘afraid’ isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s ‘disgusted’ or something…” 

His voice is fading to a low whisper by the end, like the louder the words are the truer they’ll be. 

Without hesitating, you tell him the truth: “Remus, you’re the least disgusting person in the world. You’re beautiful.” He grimaces like he can’t believe you, so you go on. “You are.” 

You turn your body even more toward him, bringing your connected hands to your almost shared lap and bringing your other hand to caress his cheek. 

“Silly Moony. You’re so sickeningly beautiful,” you chuckle. Your hand runs up through his hair. “This hair is ridiculous,” you inform him, tousling it. He leans into your touch like a content puppy. “These eyes.” You trace circles around each of them, first skimming his eyebrows then looping around. “They’re the easiest thing in the world to melt into, no pot needed.” You feel them crinkle as they smile into your compliments. “This nose.” You trace it slowly. “These lips,” you say more softly. You feel his gasp when you touch them then feel nothing, his breath held as you trace them. “And your scars,” you say with some finality. You trace a prominent one across his face. He closes his eyes while you do, opens them again when you reach its end. “You beauty isn’t one to be ruined by scars, Remus Lupin. Your beauty is the kind that incorporates the scar and makes that beautiful too.” 

Remus squeezes your interlaced hands. Your faces are so close to each other that you could see his eyes moisten as you tell him all this. He closes them before full tears form and moves his face that tiny bit closer till his forehead rests on yours. You nuzzle his nose, and he nuzzles yours back. 

“It’s so quiet,” you whisper, breaking the silence — noticing the silence. You didn’t notice when the album ended.  Remus just hums in response. 

The silence is loaded but peaceful. You don’t want to pressure him into having to say something back after you let yourself get so intense with him. It wasn’t about what he said back; it was about his understanding how you saw him, how you hoped he would see himself. 

So, with his eyes still closed, you give the scar that runs across his nose a light kiss, do the same to another larger one across his jaw. Then you bring your head back to his shoulder, snuggling into him to mark the end of the moment, no further pressure necessary. 

Remus shifts his body closer, as close to you as possible. He brings his arm around your shoulders without letting go of your hand. He’s holding you close, and your arm crosses your chest to keep your hands intertwined. He kisses the top of your head — new, sweet — then rests his own there again — familiar, warm. Your thumb absentmindedly strokes the back of his hand. 

You sit together in the quiet a long while. You close your eyes, breathe Remus in, let his body, his presence envelop you then just bask in it. Everything feels pleasantly heavy — the air, his body where it touches yours.

You settle into him, and without your noticing you’re doing it, your hand on his stills. 

“Don’t stop,” he whispers. 

“Hm?” you need to ask, unsure what he means. You look up, and he looks down, and your faces are a breadth away from each other. 

“I liked how you were touching me,” he whispers. “I always like how you touch me,” he adds like a secret. 

He brings his hand that’s not holding yours up to your face. First, the backs of his fingers brush lightly over your cheekbone then he rests his hand there. His fingers hold your jaw; his thumb caresses your cheek. Like you tend to do, you lean into his touch. 

His gentle, soothing touch flutters your eyes closed. Your inability to see his face makes it less scary to respond, “I always like how you touch me too.”

“Yeah?” he sighs, his hand holding you a bit more tightly, his thumb coming down to graze your bottom lip. You nod slowly, his hand moving with your head.

“Do you ever think about other ways we could touch each other?” he whispers. Your eyes fly open at this and land on his: lidded, dilated, gazing into your own. 

“Do you?” 

“I asked you first,” he giggles. “And I’ve already told you a secret today. It’s your turn.”

“What secret?” Your voices are still soft, whispering even though there’s no need for quiet other than your intimacy demanding it. 

“About my crush.” 

“I had a crush on you too,” you tell him. “So now we’re even.”

“That’s not fair, sunshine,” he smiles. You smile back. 

Then, after a moment, like he can’t help it, “You did?” 

“Of course I did.” 

“What happened?” he echoes. 

“Nothing,” you confess. 

His eyebrows furrow, unsure how to interpret this. His eyes hold hope and trepidation at once. 

“I got to know you… And we became friends…” you continue. His expression falls, and you’re pretty sure you recognize this look as disappointment. But you go on, “And it made me love you all the more.” 

You’re ready to read his expression closely this time, but you don’t get the chance before he’s kissing you, before you’re kissing back. 

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It’s slow. Deliberate. His lips push on yours; his arms bring you closer. His tongue teases your lips, and though they part in response, his tongue traces them rather than push in. You whimper at the feeling of it, and he moans at your reaction. He breathes you in, covers your whole mouth with his, devouring the sound, devouring you. 

Now his tongue enters your mouth, exploring, playing with yours. You’re not sure whether his movements are slow or whether they just feel slow because you’re still high. You are sure you have no desire to speed any of it up. 

You bring your hands to either side of his face, holding him gently but pulling him to you. He follows easily, and when your chests are almost flush, you trace your hands down to his shirt and pull him on top of you as you lean back, lying down on the sofa.

You keep kissing a deliciously long while then Remus goes beyond your lips, kissing along your jaw leisurely. He mouths at your skin, licking, nipping his way unhurriedly down to your neck. Here he languidly runs his tongue along the length of your neck, kissing your pulse point, nipping behind your ear. 

Everywhere he touches is buzzing, and you shiver at the sensation. When his breath blows cold air on your now wet skin, you shiver even harder, your body shuddering against his above you. He chuckles into the crook of your neck and continues. 

After another while of his working his way down, he has to pull the neck of your shirt down to reach further. You bare your neck to him, loving his exploratory path. 

When his mouth leaves your skin for the first time in several minutes, your impulse is to immediately pull him back to you.

“Let’s take this off,” he whispers sedately, gruffly, tugging at your top. 

You pull it off and don’t waste time unclasping and sliding your bra off as well. Remus looks at you, dopey and delighted, but without further ado, pushes your chest so that you lie back again. His hand stays on you and begins lazily kneading your breast as he brings his mouth back to you.

He kisses the base of your neck and continues his previous ministrations across your collarbones. He seems to be on a mission to trace the entire surface area of your skin with his wandering mouth, and you have every intention of letting him and enjoying every long second of it. 

As he makes his languorous way down your sternum, you arch your back, pushing up into him, and bring your hands to his messy hair, holding him close. You scratch and tug, needing somewhere to release some energy, every part of you he’s touched left humming warm and electric. He groans into your chest, and you’re certain you feel the vibrations move through your skin, across your chest cavity, and into your heart, where they ricochet within it, making it beat faster. 

“Remus,” you whine adoringly. He hums into your skin again in response and speeds up his southward trajectory just the slightest bit. 

His face comes between your breasts, and he runs his teeth down the valley, then licks his tongue up the same path. You shake a little, and his hand squeezes your breast tighter. The other one he mouths across until his tongue traces a slow, wet circle around your nipple. This shoots a hot, jolting current straight from where his mouth is connected to you down to between your legs.

He’s gentle for a while, moving back and forth between your tits, often agonizingly slowly, his hands kneading at your chest all the while. Without your expecting it, though, he bites one of your hard, sensitive nipples and tugs lightly. You squeal and push your chest into his mouth. He keeps going, switching as he fancies between rough and tender. 

At a bite of the side of your breast, you rut up into him, and the movement has you feeling how wet you are. You’ve never been this wet before before direct stimulation. 

Remus holds your hips down to the sofa but moves from your chest to your stomach. His roaming mouth proceeds at its perfect, maddening pace. It meanders to your ribs, down your sides, not following a straight path down. 

Once he eventually reaches the threshold of your pants, he looks up at you. 

Remus looks higher than you’ve ever seen him before. He looks elated, in awe. 

“I want to spend hours and hours on your body like this,” he tells you, nuzzling his face into your lower stomach, kissing it as he detaches from you.

“Remus,” you whimper, running your hand into his hair and inadvertently thrusting your hips up. He chuckles, still sounding high, but his voice is as low as you’ve ever heard it.

He takes your trousers and underwear off in one efficient but slow tug. He pulls his shirt off much faster, and you touch all his skin you can reach before he’s repositioning himself.

Your thighs feel cold now uncovered, but it’s nothing compared to the sensation of fresh air on your soaking cunt. As you adjust your body, you feel a thick wetness drip from your entrance down to where your arse meets the sofa. You feel the coldness of that wetness even more as Remus pushes your legs further apart to position himself between them. 

You’re completely sure you’re wetter than you’ve ever been before, but you’re not sure if you could possibly be as wet as you feel, thinking the high could be heightening your sensation of it. You’re worried it’s too much, worried you’ll put Remus off. 

“I can clean up a little if —“ you start, but you’re cut off by Remus diving in, running his flat tongue slowly, firmly up from the base of your puddle up to your pubic bone. A strangled, prolonged gasp functions as the end of your sentence.

When Remus licks you again, your thighs shake on either side of his head. You feel him laugh into your cunt, and this time you imagine the vibrations shooting all the way up your body, following the chaotic roadmap his mouth left lingering across it.

Remus pulls back from you and rests his chin on your pubic bone, looking up at you. 

He informs you simply, “You taste delicious, darling.” He looks drunk on it. 

“Everything tastes better when you’re high,” you tease.

“Then I’m really going to enjoy this,” he smiles. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll get me high just by letting me do this other times.” 

“Other times?” 

“Well, yeah…” he giggles. His eyes bore into yours even though he’s the length of your torso away. “I though this was a first, not an only…”

“Good.” You sound giddy. “Just checking.”

“Silly,” he shakes his head at you. You thrust your hips up and laugh at the expression he makes when you bump his face, like he’s dazed. He squeezes your thigh harshly where he’s holding you. 

“Behave, sunshine. It’s feeling dangerous down here.” 

“I thought you were enjoying it.” 

“I am.” A bite at your hip. “And I’m seriously getting the munchies, so just…” You don’t understand the end of his sentence, the words muffled against your skin as he starts eating you out.

It’s heavenly. High as you are, in love as you are, you think you’re on cloud nine. This gets you wondering where such an odd expression even comes from. It seems so random. 

“Moony?”

“Hmm?” is grunted into your cunt.

“Why do you think it’s called being on cloud nine?”

He pulls back. The whole lower half of his face shines in your slick. 

“Why are you thinking about that right now? Am I that bad at this?”

“Bad? It’s amazing.” You ruffle his hair in your groping hands. “Which is why I’m on cloud nine, which is why I’m thinking about that right now. Your hair is as soft as clouds, Moons.” 

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am not,” you giggle.

“Are,” he teases.

“Can you keep going now? It felt so good. Your mouth is ridiculous.” You thrust your hips up at him again.

“Ridiculous and bossy,” he complains, but he’s smiling hard, and before you can even think of a retort, he does as you bid. 

His mouth takes its time between your legs. He spends eternities teasing you: mouthing at the tops of your thighs, licking up your bikini line, nipping at your clit without giving it the attention he knows you want from how loud you whine every time he gives it the slightest graze. He loves all over your vulva, not leaving any part untouched, unworshipped. His tongue fucks into your entrance languidly; it swirls there. He licks your labia, sucks on it, gives the same attention to your clit when you moan loud enough. He travels back and forth, seemingly enjoying all of it too much to stick to any one attention too long. The next time he lands on your clit, he prolongs it.

Your legs shake; your back arches; your whines grow loud before turning strangled, and Remus takes his cue to reserve the relaxed approach for later. He picks up his pace, gripping your thighs tightly and shakes his whole face into you, alternating between licking and sucking rhythmically at your clit. You cum hard, and it feels like it goes on for minutes. 

With your eyes closed, you truly feel like you’re floating, your only anchor to the world Remus Lupin where you feel his body attached to yours. 

You’re laughing in pleasure, and the laughs turn to pants as you slowly, slowly come down. You love coming down to an already high baseline, and you giggle at the sensation of relaxing into a still heightened state. 

It suddenly strikes you it feels like it’s been years since you talked to Remus, heard his mellifluous voice, and you startle your eyes open searching for him. 

You see him immediately. He’s gazing at you with equal parts ardor and adoration, but when he sees your expression, his shifts to concern. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, my love?” He rushes to hover just above you. His face is close to yours again, though it’s scanning all over your body. His hand holds your face gently, his other arm holding him up. “Did something feel bad? Does something hurt?” 

“No, no, I’m fine, Moons, I’m fine,” you rush to reassure. “I just missed you,” you explain.

“Missed me?” His eyes shoot to yours. “I’m right here, love; what do you mean you missed me?” He can’t help a subtle giggle, and his adoring expression takes back its rightful place on his beautiful face. 

“I just thought I hadn’t seen you in too long.” Your hands caress his face, thread through his hair. “Or heard your voice…” 

“Hmm,” he hums, leaning into your touch. “I’m right here. What do you want me to say?”

“Anything,” you smile. 

“I love you.” 

You’ve heard them before, but never like this, and they’re the best words in the world, in the universe. 

“Remus,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him. He tastes intensely of you, and you laugh into the kiss. “I’m sorry I got you so… so slicky.”

“I don’t mind,” he chuckles. “Means it was good, right?”

“Beyond. ‘Good’ is like… like one colour out of a whole rainbow for how that just felt.” 

He’s beaming down at you and kisses you again, lingering there. 

When he finally separates from you, his caressing thumb comes to wipe some slick at the corner of your lip. You grab his hand and kiss each of his fingers lightly. Then you lick down his long index finger, your tongue finding and following a scar up his hand to his wrist.

You look into his eyes, and he’s staring at you, transfixed. 

“I was thinking about your fingers when you were rolling the spliff.” 

“Yeah?” His voice is a desperate sigh. 

“Yeah.”

“What were you thinking about?” 

“How beautiful your hands are. How they’d feel touching me… How your fingers would feel inside me…”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You wanna find out?”

“Yes,” you moan. 

“Get them nice and wet for me, and I’ll show you.” They’re already lingering at your lips, but he slowly pushes them in. You welcome them enthusiastically and lazily suck on them, swirl your tongue around them.

“Fuck.” His voice is low. “Fuck, I want to feel everything there is to feel with you.”

“Mmm,” you nod, your mouth still full. 

Remus takes his fingers out, kisses you, and lets his mouth stay on yours as his fingers trace down your chin, your chest, your stomach steadily, leaving a wet path. When they reach between your legs, you squirm in anticipation. 

He rubs a couple of tight, slow circles on your clit. You’re so sensitive, and it feels amazing. You mewl into his mouth where it still hovers just above yours. 

“Ready, my sunshine?” 

“Mmhhmm.”

Remus pushes two fingers into you ever so slowly. You release a low, slow whine the whole time he takes to press in. He gives you gentle kisses, eating it up. When his fingers are in to the hilt, you wonder how you didn’t feel devastatingly empty every moment of your life before this one. When he adds a third, you’re sure you will every moment after.

You clench purposefully around him, and he moans into your mouth. Closing your eyes again, it’s the easiest thing to let yourself be consumed by the sensations, by Remus. 

When he curls his fingers inside you, you clench again, this time automatically. You grip his hair and clutch his back, your arms pulling his body close to yours. 

The spot he starts massaging feels like it’s a blazing fire, but everywhere else you’re connected, your chests, your mouths, is scattered scalding embers.

You’re savouring every second, every sensation, already feeling another high building but relishing in the time it’ll take to get there. 

You run your hands down Remus’s back, feeling the bumps of his scars, the grooves of his defined muscles. For the first time all afternoon, you feel a desire to hurry… 

You start moving your hips to meet his rhythm, eager, even more than for your own climax, for your turn to take your time on him. 

[starlostseungmin]

stray kids ─── as one direction songs.

✰ pairing : non-idol!skz x afab!reader

✰ genre : fluff, angst, maybe suggestive?

✰ warnings : subtle mentions of sex and drugs, kissing, mentions of food and profanity. lmk if i missed smth.

✰ notes : uhm i really don't know what i wrote. this has been sitting on my drafts since november and thank god anon reminded me about it (i actually went on hiatus after minho's birthday last year so yeah) the songs i associated with skz members are just strongly my opinion mehehe i hope you guys like it, idk if you agree with me in regards with the songs but DO NOT FORGET TO REBLOG, COMMENT AND LEAVE TAGS after it! thank you so much <33

✰ tags : @notastraykid , @ameliesaysshoo , @l3visbby , @reignessance , @lix-ables , @skzfelixlove , @rachabreathing , @hyunverse , @minluvly

masterlist | taglist.

chan ─── perfect

honorable mention: little things

you already know how fucked up your life is but ever since he came, those days became different. it is always the small gestures that one fails to notice in the blink of an eye. you are just going to be surprised by the time it is done or how you managed to get out of a small inconvenience. he loves you so much that he would put you first before anything else. 

chan is different from everyone else. maybe because he is labeled to be kind and so above average of doing the bare minimum which people seek from their partners. he’s perfect but he doesn’t think of it the same way. 

you tried to convince him a hundred times but all you got in response is him being a blushing mess and his giggle that makes your heart warm every time you hear it. a smile would tug on your lips that would make him stare at you, he’d bounce back on the things you said to him and you think about what did you do in your past life to deserve someone as perfect as him. 

“baby, you’re perfect,” you said for the nth time, “no, i’m not, but i’m perfect for you,” he winked. “that was smooth, chan,”

lee know ─── night changes

he might be the type to not show his feelings immediately but he’s the one who subtly shows them. it started slowly, he reassured you that everything would fall into place once you both could figure out what was going on with this relationship. 

but as long as you’re together, the love you and him shared will never change. although the process of this love story has made things go in different directions, the thought of having to stick together is essential. 

your parents didn’t like him at first, they had someone in mind and that wasn’t him and yet, you didn’t care even if your first date was a disaster and the next one after that, but that didn’t stop you. it took a while for your parents to finally accept him after tons of convincing them that he’s a great guy, but it succeeded later on. 

you had a place on your own and welcomed his cats to live with you when some of them were wild, that’s what you think. minho was a mess when you met him, but thanks to you, it’s not that bad anymore. 

changbin ─── temporary fix

honorable mention: i want to write you a song

changbin is the type to offer himself as someone you can lean on but it’s not always because of this friendship you have, but as a lover who wanted to make you feel better and forget about shit. 

temporary fix is not always meant to be a cover-up of something you’d open up again to allow another train of bullshits in your life. it felt like he was being sent from the heavens to look out for you, an angel whose sole mission is to make you happy, the same feeling like something that keeps you high. 

there’s this thing on changbin’s vibe that you don’t want to share with anybody else and he makes you feel things when you’re with him. even though this relationship sounds like a fling and a guy who sneaks into your dorm late at night to make out with you, well, it used to be. but you know changbin is so much more than that after a while. 

the phrase, “you can call me when you need me, you know?” whenever he sleeps with you is now in the trashbin the moment you settle to be someone to each other.

hyunjin ─── last first kiss 

remember the time when he said that he chose to be the last love instead of the first? exactly. being the last person to love is basically spending the rest of your life with him, even if he’s not your first kiss, not your first love, not your first in everything, it’s fine as long as he’ll be the one you’ll remember as your eternal love. 

hyunjin being fitted into this song is like a message that he wanted to convey to his love, a sentiment that would indicate how much he’d spend time and effort to stay by your side until the end of time. indeed, a hopeless romantic man he is. 

last first kiss is the very first song that reminds you of him, it is part of those memories you made with him. it was that time when he decided to take this relationship to the next level, yes, he did mention that he wanted to be your last, and by what he meant, an everlasting love. 

“let me be your last,” and when you heard him say that, you knew he was the man who fits perfectly into your broken puzzle that would mend the wound forever.

han ─── rock me

honorable mention: midnight memories

rock me suits him as well as midnight memories. but midnight memories have their effects on han, giving him the vibes of being a musician specializing in the rock genre. and as someone who loves to listen to almost every genre in the world, you fell in love with him after watching him busking by the streets. 

you were amazed by how talented he is. his fingers strummed that guitar well, and his voice? like an angel. one could say that he is a free-spirited human being who does whatever he wants and writes songs about some things that piqued his interest. 

then there’s you, a broken melody who longed for him to come back, the same goes for him who let you go. both of you thought that you were too young to be in love and jisung was better off alone but his songs were dedicated to your break up. you rocked his world when you came and left broken notes when it ended.

but he always believed that what you had back then, was real and that you’d always remember the love you had. 

felix ─── why don’t we go there 

honorable mention: kiss you

felix is someone who gets hyped easily whenever you’re with him. his bright smile, his funny reactions, and the unidentified sounds that came out of his mouth made him a fun guy to be with. it started with a fling that turned out to be something you didn’t want to rush but it is slowly beginning to have a label. 

having a relationship with him offered different dynamics. it is the way he grabs your hand when you both start to get caught by the waves crashing by the shore or how he felt when you kissed him for the first time. he is someone who can get dragged with you to whatever your plan is, a great ball of sunshine to your rainy days, someone that you don’t want to be the one that got away. 

he does think the same, especially the fact that he treasures you so much and it became an opportunity to love you more when you spend that one night together somewhere, alone. it was an invitation actually and it made you realize a lot of things. 

it is the way he looked at those stars with those dazzling eyes of his. the constellation plastered on his cheeks glowed along with them, it is what they call freckles, you love them as much as how felix felt for you. having him as a getaway made you don’t want to come back, ever again.

seungmin ─── no control

night changes was the first choice but then no control became the one for him, no control, because he is, a menace. he believed that being in love was something that gullible people would do and get hurt, maybe a few of them proved it to be valid and worth it, yet he isn’t convinced because it is just a waste of time. 

and yet, you came out of nowhere. it is the way he looks at you with those dazzling puppy eyes, the way he obeys the things you wanted him to do, and it gets worse when you share intimate affections. from a gentle puppy to a wild wolf. there’s something about you that drives him crazy every time. 

nothing matters to him when you’re around and he never felt this way before. he’d kiss you out of nowhere when you reached home with your back against the wall as your hands played with his hair. he gets weak and powerless, but gets hyped and rough which you get caught off guard every time. 

and he is very loyal, he always makes sure that no other will ever meet his interest. you don’t want to share, anyway and you got him down bad.

jeongin ─── summer love

honorable mention: fool's gold.

loving jeongin is like a breath of fresh air, the freedom that he finally held in his hands, and the time he can make up for himself to be with you. it was a reckless summer that you spent in your grandma’s place, away from the bustling city and this boy showed up on your doorsteps. 

it didn’t take a while that you immediately had this puppy love type of interest in each other. you started sneaking out in the middle of the night when your grandma was in her deep sleep, swimming together by the river across the small town on a random afternoon, sharing a kiss under an oak tree that tasted like your grandma’s apple pie, it was great. you didn’t want it to end. 

and just like any other summer, it did. you didn’t know if you would still have this continuous conversation when the school year starts since jeongin is miles away from where you live. 

you saw him sitting on one of those branches of the oak tree where you kissed for the first time, and there you promised not to lose each other even if the summer ended. you couldn’t believe that what you did for less than two months was this serious. it was hard to say goodbye, yet you hoped nothing would change after the last summer’s sunset.

©️ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 , 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[bl0odyh3art]

WHAT A SURPRISE.

warnings: incest (uncle/niece), uncle Leon, leon being a freak, non-con, vomit, Leon thinking reader is child until he sees her ??? 😭

this is dead dove/dark content. if are uncomfortable with this kind of content or don't like it, then do not interact.

a/n: ummm idk about this? felt like this was rushed : P

tags ^w^: @bunnyclaire

Leon hasn't seen you since you were around 12, too many missions and meetings to actually pay attention to family. 

Besides, he fucking hated his brother, always stealing his women, but it was Christmas, so why not go see them? He's got nothing better to do than drink his feelings away and pay hookers for a barely good fuck.

He drove all the way down to his brother's house, he got you a coloring book and plushies…but until he knocked on the door, and you answered, in that fucking outfit. 

"Uncle Leon?" you tilted your head. 

Holy shit. That's my fucking niece? He thought

He just nodded, playing it off with the fact he thought you were some hot chick that your mom was friends with, could've almost fucked you right there. 

"Uh, yeah….this is for you." he handed you the three presents, fixing his jacket.

"Wanna come in?" you pointed inside the house. He just nodded. 

Throughout the night, he got more and more touchy with you, his hand on the small of your back, grabbing your hips to move you out the way, but he really just wanted to feel his boner against your ass. 

It was time to open presents. Your other family members got you age appropriate things, underwear, socks, bra's, and just clothes.

It was time to open up your uncle's present! awww, how sweet of him to get you something after all this time!

You unraveled the poorly done wapping paper to find a princess and hello kitty coloring books, a box filled with 25 crayons, and the best yet….an plushie.

You smiled and dryly chuckled while everyone else was laughing their asses off.

Leon was not so proud of himself, rubbing his temple and groaning to himself, walking into the kitchen to get himself some whiskey.

You followed after him. "Leon?" you called out softly to him, hoping he wasn't crying or something. No more 'Uncle Leon! Uncle Leon!' it's just Leon. Just Leon now.

"Yeah, darlin'?" he muttered, leaning against the counter as you sighed and stepped beside him. "You know I'm not a little kid anymore…right?"

He cleared his throat and looked down into his glass "Yeah, yeah….I know"

His brothers walked in. "Hey! Leon!" he threw his arm around Leon's neck and chuckled. "How's my baby brother doing?"

"Fine. I'm good." Leon shook his head and groaned.

"Got yourself a little lady yet?"

"Nope, not yet."

Leon was in the bathroom, wetting his face with water. "Yeah…nice fucking job embarrassing yourself in front of everyone. dumb fuck….. buying your niece kid shit….fuck, fuck, fuck." his mind was a mess.

he wanted to fuck you, but he's your uncle, and he thought you've been a kid for years.

You knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey, you okay in there?"

"Y-yeah…just wait" he grumbled and opened the door.

"Umm…were you talking to yourself?" you tilted your head and slightly squinted your eyes at him.

He wanted to take you in the bathroom right now, bend you over the sink and fuck you like your his and his only.

"No…..uhhh yeah. You got me." he looked at you.He pulled you into the bathroom and just instantly bent you over the sink.

"w-woah…. Leon, wait, wait!" he slapped your ass and lifted the skirt of your dress. "Only sluts wear shit like this…are you a fucking slut?....huh?" he slapped your cheek lightly.

You shook your head "Wh-what?... Leon, what are you….what?"

"No. No. No more Leon….. it's fucking 'uncle'. Got that?" he was in your face, pulling your hair back, so you could look at him.

You quickly nodded as he forced you onto your knees, he struggled to undo his belt and pulled out his dick, smacking the tip on your cheek.

"You're gonna take this like a good girl and there'll be no problems…. understand?" he cooed sternly, slapping the tip against your pouty lips.

He grabbed your jaw to force it open and burry his cock inside your mouth, groaning as he forced your head up and down, making you choke and scratch his thighs. He chuckled and slapped your cheek.

"I said you take this like a good girl." he moaned and hissed a breath in as your teeth scraped his skin slightly

"stupid bitch…." He thrusted too hard, hitting the back of your throat and making you vomit all over his dick, thighs and some even on his bottoms.

"You…..you stupid bitc-!" he stared at you.

On the floor sobbing and hiccuping as you tried to clean him up. Muttering tiny little 'sorries', he sighed and threw you out of the bathroom.

He had to ask his brother for a new pair of pants because he 'accidentally' pissed in his.

You did keep quiet but you wanted more.

So, he fucked you and fucked you until you passed out.

Such an amazing uncle. One of a kind fucked up man.

[heart4reigns]

HELLOO!! (idk if ur taking requests but if you aren’t, you can ignore this) A Cody Rhodes one-shot where it’s the readers b-day and cody is stressing because he doesnt know what to get her. Luckily the reader is very well known and everyone loves her cuz she’s so cool and kind (im sorry im a sucker for a sweet sunshine reader) so everyone starts helping cody plan for gifts and a cute party just for her. Then rhea helps cody get reader like a piece of jewelry she’s always wanted (like a cute hello kitty necklace or something) and y/n freaks tf out. I SUCK AT EXPLAINING THINGS YGHSHHSHW

CAKES AND RINGS, cody rhodes.

gif credits: mxmoth

warnings: curse words, FLUFF FULL FLUFF, kissing

tags: brock lesnar with balloons, i want cody as my bf too, superstar bday bash!!

THE sound of people talking filled the locker room. "okay, let me repeat the errands. everyone's cool with helping right?" they nodded in unison. "of course we are! it's (y/n)'s birthday after all, she always makes all of our birthdays a big deal, we need to do the same for her." bayley said. "right." cody took a second to open up his notes ap. "bianca with the cake, rhea and dom with decorations, brock with balloons-" "shit, now i gotta get balloons?" the big wrestler cut him off. "you wanna bail out?" brock shook his head. "anything for (y/n), i'll get those damn balloons." they laughed. "okay, let me continue."

your birthday was coming up and everyone made sure that it was going to be a big thing, especially for your boyfriend, cody. you were loved by everyone, even the crews. you made sure that everyone was enjoying their time with you, on and off stage. "have you talked to creatives about this?" roman asked. "yeah, they allowed it. we're gonna do it after our match." the black-haired wrestler nodded. "damn, i can't believe you're gonna fight her on her birthday." he added. "well i guess it's really her lucky day."

on the other side of the locker room, you were getting out of your gear. to your surprise, the locker room was empty. it was weird seeing your coworkers not messing around, but you brushed it off. as soon as you were out of your gear, you walked out of the room. "hi todd! you did a good job today!" you saw one of the crews carrying his camera. "thanks, (y/n). as soon as i developed these rolls, i'll email you. got some cool shots of you slamming cody on the table." you chuckled at his sentence.

speaking of your boyfriend, where is he? you thought. you pulled out your phone, calling him. "hey babe, where are you?" you asked. "hey, sweetheart. wait in the parking lot, okay? i'll be right there in a second." he replied. "okay baby, i love you." "and i love you too!" with that, the call ended. you passed several crews, trying your best to keep a positive attitude despite feeling tired after work. there was a sudden commotion near locker room b, you couldn't help but to take a quick peek.

"hello, why is it so crowded here?" your voice caught everyone off-guard. "oh, hi babe!" you said, as soon as you spotted your boyfriend in the middle of the other superstars. "hi babe." the worry from his face disappeared when he realized that you didn't hear the conversation. "we were just talking about how we could differentiate locker room a and b, since it gets kinda confusing." dominik made up an instant lie. cody took a note to buy him coffee for his smooth lie. "i know right! i once walked into montez trying to fix his pants!" "hey, that was embarrassing!" the entire locker room sighed in relief as you had no idea what was going on.

to say the least, cody was stressed out. everything was ready, everything except for your present. he wanted to give you the perfect present and he had no idea what to buy you. you were called by your manager to talk about your future bookings, leaving him alone in the house with your dogs. "you got any idea what we should buy her, p?" pharaoh only wiggled his tail in response. "you're no help." cody sighed.

he groaned in despair, pacing around the house, still looking for ideas. his thoughts were cut-off by his phone ringing. "fuck, thank god you called." cody heard rhea and dominik arguing in the call. "we got the decorations already. where do you want us to put it?" dominik asked. "you can keep it in your trunk, we can bring them inside on d-day." cody replied, still fiddling with his shirt. "alright, then everything's ready." rhea's voice came to the call-line. "wait," cody paused for a second. "i still don't know what to get her."

silence filled the call as cody waited for their answers. "you know, she took an interest in dominik's engagement ring, she almost cried seeing it. does that say anything about her?" then it clicked. it was the perfect timing after all. he was going to propose to you. "god, fuck! rhea, i'm buying you coffee tomorrow. thank you so much!" he immediately got dressed and drove off to the mall.

"i got the perfect ring for (y/n)." cody's eyes lit up with excitement since he had no idea what ring to buy you. "she came here with bianca for her engagement ring, we talked a bit about her dream ring... i also keep notes on my customers incase their partners ever come here to buy a jewelry for them." he pulled out a notepad filled with names. "(y/n) took an interest in this ring." the man excused himself to get the jewelry.

it was a diamond ring, pure and brilliant–cody could imagine you wearing the ring already. "god, that's perfect." he muttered, examining it. "i mean she will like it, she mentioned something about the thought behind it, so what made you decide that it's time?"

cody knew that you were the one when you first met him. you came back to the industry not long after him, due to your injuries. everyone seemed to talk highly of you, making him interested in meeting you, and they were right. everyone knew that the two of you were going to end up with each other. it didn't surprise them when you started dating him. maybe it was the way you were willing to drop everything for him, or the way you made space on the bed for him every time he came home late, or maybe, no one has ever loved him the way you do.

the man was in love and he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

days went by and you were busy with work. you couldn't wait to go home. it was a tiring day and you just wanted to go home. it was your birthday tomorrow and you couldn't careless. it was just another day, you thought. sure, you were excited, but with work, nothing else mattered. "hi baby, how was your day?" your mood was lifted up as soon as you saw your boyfriend. "HI BABYYYYYYY!" you yelled, leaping into a hug. cody had no choice but to drop his bottled water to catch you. "missed you the entire day, you left me and p alone." cody fake pouted. "sorry, i was doing work stuff. but i'm here now!"

the night went on, you cooked dinner and cody helped with the dishes. you talked about your day and he talked about his day as well. it turned out that he was pretty bored without you, he said he spent the day just laying around, saving up his energy for tomorrow. you couldn’t help but to chuckle as his laziness sometimes. the domestic life of yours was one of the reasons why you loved your day offs. it was just you and him (and pharaoh, your dog), just laying around, not doing anything. today was actually your day off but you got called by your manager–leaving cody alone to his own business.

"i can't wait for tomorrow." you chuckled, petting pharaoh. the two of you were lying on the bed, saving up the energy for tomorrow. "excited for your birthday or excited to beat my ass?" you laughed at his sentence. "i'm excited to be with you, that's all." you replied, earning a smile from him. "i love you so much and i'm thankful that we're together." you mimicked his expression. "god, (y/n). you're such a blessing, i love you too."

the alarm caught you both with a surprise. "happy birthday baby."

"here comes the birthday girl, happy birthday!" your friends greeted you as soon as you stepped inside the arena. "thank you loves." you hugged them all. "how are you feeling today?" dominik asked. "feeling great, i'm beating my boyfriend's ass today!" cody groaned. "i'm letting you beat me because i love you." you couldn't help but to smile at his response. "i'll see you later babe, gotta change to my gear." you kissed his forehead and walked away from the scene.

"ready for tonight?" dominik nudged him. "course i am." cody replied, pulling out the ring box from his pocket. "shit, man. good luck." the wrestler wasn't nervous of his fight tonight, he was nervous with his proposal. of course he was nervous, it was going to be a special moment for the two of you.

you were already in your gear, ready to face your boyfriend. your makeup was also done and you were standing in the sidelines, waiting for your song to play. your boyfriend practically skipped his way to your side. “ready?” he asked. “as ready as i should be.” he couldn’t understand your positivity sometimes. "good luck out there, baby." he gave you a hug and you returned the gesture. "good luck getting your ass beat, baby!" your song started to play and it was time to go out.

the match started and it played off beautifully. you hit him with your signature moves and he did the same. it was quite an irony for you to finish the match with a cross rhodes, but it made the crowd go wild. he slightly nodded at you, wanting you to do the finisher move. "a cross rhodes by (y/n), what an irony!" the commentator yelled. you pinned cody in the middle of the ring, locking his legs with your forearm. the audience counted down and it was official, you were the winner. "here is your winner, (y/n) (l/n)." the crowd went wild as you took the belt and did your signature pose. the cameras went off, the show ended.

all the sudden, the lights went off–causing you to jump a bit. the next thing you knew, your boyfriend was gone. he wasn't in the middle of the ring. you looked around, trying to find him. "we heard it's someone's birthday today!" you heard your boyfriend's voice. you looked up and saw your friends on the other side of the stage. they were all wearing party hats, even the audience was wearing them as well. your heart skipped a beat as you smiled.

"happy birthday, (y/n)." everyone chanted. you couldn't help but to cry. the support you had was overwhelming and you were very thankful to have your friends and your boyfriend on your side. they got inside the ring, with cody carrying the cake. "happy birthday, baby." he smiled. "blow the candle now!" jey commented. "okay, okay." you chuckled. you blew the candles and everyone cheered on you.

your friends gave you a big group hug and brock passed balloons to you. it was quite comical to see such a big man carrying pink balloons, you thought. you had the mic now. "oh my god, everyone..." you stuttered. "thank you so much for this, god... i can't express how thankful i am to be here." you chuckled, still holding the balloons brock gave you. "i don't want to make this a big deal today because it's just another day for me. but hey, i just won the match and it's my birthday!" you smiled, intertwining cody's hands with you.

you made eye-contact with him, giving him the biggest smile that he had ever seen. "i love you." you mouthed. "and i love you too." he replied, like usual. "anddd i love my friends, i love you all too! thank your coming out today." it was true that one of the best wrestling moments happens when the cameras were already off. everyone was having the time of their lives.

"now, now. everyone calm down." cody had the mic. "we'd like to thank your parents for bringing a sunshine to our lives." the crowd cheered. "who here is always excited to see (y/n) wrestler?" cody asked the crowd, earning cheers from the crowd once again. "everyone loves her but i got some news for everyone..."

he breathed out, "today was the last day (y/n) will perform under her (l/n) family name." you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "because the next time she'll be in the ring, it'll be (y/n) rhodes." you were still trying to process what was happening. the next thing you knew, cody was kneeling down in front of you–a ring box in his hand. your eyes widened in surprise as you realized that he was proposing to you.

"(y/n), will you marry me?"

a/n: crying bc im single as hell,,, hope u enjoyed it!!! <3 now excuse me while i go cry

[mollysolo]

Omgg it was so good to see a notification from you!!! thank you so much for tagging me and also CONGRATULATIONS on 3k that's such a big achievement im so proud of you 💖💖💖 so since I'm currently putting together a loki fics recommendation post and I'd love to include your work so maybe you could do from fate of the faithful with the song tangerine from Led Zeppelin with a forbidden romance trope? Idk its been on my mind for a very long time and the 54th prompt from your list made me think of like r having an arranged marriage with thor while she's been secretly dating loki for a very long time and now they're trying to fix this mess they're in ? Perhaps with some heavy angst and a happy ending ? I don't knowww im the worst at making requests😭 anyway im sure id love to read whatever you may write but thats just some ideas. Again congrats can't wait to see what you come up with 💖

How It Used To Be

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X fem!Reader

Summary: You and Loki are heartbroken when you are married off to his brother, Thor.

Warnings: Crying, secret romance, arranged marriage, yelling, kissing, arguing, Thor has a himbo realization moment lol

Word Count: 2.1k

a/n: i kinda went off topic in terms of going along with what that song is about i hope you like this anyways!

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Loki truly considered the day of you and Thor’s wedding to be one of the worst days of his life. He had to stand by his brothers side as his best man and watch him put that ring on your finger. He was silent the whole ceremony, trying to focus on holding back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall down his face.

It was a beautiful summer day the day you and Thor got married but all Loki could think of was the moment you two had shared in this exact spot last summer. You and Loki had been dancing throughout the garden as the sun set, stopping you every once in a while to dip you down, making you smile every time he did.

And when he had brought you up for the last time that evening after dipping you, he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and promised that he would marry you here someday, when the time was right. Now, you had to get married to someone who wasn’t him in the place he had promised to marry you.

Summer used to be so beautiful to Loki but now it all looked grey to him and all it brought was pain. This pain got worse the longer he had to stay at the wedding and watch you and Thor dance together for the first time as a married couple.

And when he was sure that everyone was paying attention to the two of you, he slipped away from the wedding and disappeared to his room in the palace. And once he was in the privacy of his bedroom, he let his tears fall while his chest moved quickly with every breath he took in and let out. Would he ever truly be able to be with you?

While he cried and gazed up at the stars outside his window, Loki cursed himself for falling for you so quickly. But it was so easy to fall in love with you, he couldn’t help it or stop it from happening. And now he had lost all remaining hope that he would get to love you freely without worrying about someone discovering what was going on between the two of you.

He just wished that people thought he was as good of a man as Thor, that way you would’ve never had to marry his brother in the first place and you wouldn’t have to hide your love either.

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Later that night once the wedding had been over for a couple hours, Loki heard someone knock at his door. And he would’ve ignored them and attempted to go back to sleep if it wasn’t for the voice he had heard on the other side, yours.

“Loki? Can I come in? I really need to talk to you.” you whispered to him through the wood of his bedroom door, mentally hoping that you were loud enough and he heard you.

He then let out a soft sigh and got out of his bed, dragging himself over to his door. He quickly opened it and closed it behind you once you had entered, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you here. Especially after you just got married to his brother.

Your relationship and your love seemed years away now, like it was a dream and you never actually loved him. You were all he had and now you were married to his brother instead of him.

But little did Loki know, while he was suffering at your wedding so were you, trying so hard to hold back your tears just like Loki had been. You felt your heart break in your chest as you promised yourself to Thor, saying “I do.” when the priest had prompted you to.

And once you were within the privacy of Loki’s room,— still wearing your wedding dress — you finally let the tears you had been expertly holding back all day fall. You placed your hand over your mouth — trying to silence your cries — and Loki wrapped his arms around you, letting you press your face into his chest. Your makeup had already been taken off for you not long ago but you couldn’t wait any longer to see Loki so you sneaked out of you and Thor’s room when no one was paying attention and came here.

You looked up at him from your spot in his arms a few moments later, “I’m so sorry, Loki. I-If I had any say in this, I wouldn’t have married him, I would’ve married you. I love you and only you, I swear.” you quietly said to him, easily becoming a bit hysteric while you continued to cry and your breathing sped up.

You desperately needed Loki to know that you didn’t love Thor the way everyone had tried to make him believe. And in this moment, while you cried to him, he understood all of the pain you were also feeling.

He had been so wrong about you and your loyalty to him and he kind of hated himself for it if he was being honest. But now wasn’t the time for him to be insecure, he needed to be there for you and love you the way you deserve to be loved.

Loki then placed one of his hands on the back of your head, placing the other one on your back and brought you closer to his chest once more. He slowly rocked the two of you back and forth while he started to speak to you and you slid your face into the crook of his neck, “Shh, Shh, it’ll be okay, my love, I believe you. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” he said, causing your crying and breathing to slow down.

You nodded against his chest and looked up at him again, “Can I stay in here tonight? I don’t want to face my new reality quite yet. I want to pretend that everything is how it used to be, how it should be for a little longer.” you asked him, hoping that he would say yes. You really didn’t want to have to go back to Thor tonight.

He placed his hands on your face and gently tipped your head back, then pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. “Of course, my love.” he answered in between kisses, making you smile against his lips.

Loki then scooped you up into his arms bridal style and held you close to him while he walked back over to his bed. He slowly unzipped your dress for you after he had set you down on his bed — gently pushing it onto the floor — and he slipped the sleep shirt he had been wearing off of himself and onto you.

That night, you fell asleep in Loki’s bed, in his arms, truly happy while you laid there and pretended that it was Loki you had just married that day, not Thor.

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The following morning, you were woken up by the sound of Loki and Thor yelling at each other in the office attached to Loki’s room as well as the cold temperature that had taken over the bed now that Loki had left it. You frowned at the sound of Thor belittling his brother and overall just being cruel to the raven-haired man.

You assumed that Thor had found you in Loki’s bed that morning and Loki had suggested that they talk in his office to avoid waking you up.

Your heart broke again, this time for your lover as you could hear all of the sadness, anger and desperation in his voice every time he yelled back at his Thor. So you swiftly got out of bed and headed over to Loki’s office, the door just slightly ajar.

You quickly pushed the door open then walked into the room, you looked at Thor first then spoke, “What the hell is going on here?” you sternly said,  immediately silencing their argument.

Thor’s eyes narrowed directly at you, prompting Loki to rush to your side, wanting to be close to you in case his brother tried to hurt you for going behind his back. Instead he spoke to you with a sarcastic tone, “Ah, (y/n)! Care to explain what you were doing sleeping in my brothers bed?” Thor asked as he slowly stepped closer to you and waved his hands about while he spoke, making Loki feel more protective of you.

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself before you explained yourself to him, “I have never loved you, Thor, you should know that, my parents chose for us to get married after all. Loki is the person I love, not you,” you said, pointing to Loki while he still stood at your side, “And if I had any say in it, I would’ve married him yesterday. I have loved him for years and I’m tired of hiding it. I’m tired of pretending like he isn’t my soulmate!” you yelled at Thor and he took a step back from you, processing what you had told him.

Thor had been led to believe that you did love him and your marriage had been arranged just because of tradition. But now that he knew the truth, all of the anger in his system quickly left and instead he felt sadness.

“Is this really how you feel, (y/n)?” Thor gently asked you while he furrowed his eyebrows.

You nodded and spoke to him again, “Yes, he’s all I’ve ever wanted. Loki is truly the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” you confidently answered, your words telling Thor what he needed to do now.

Thor looked at you then Loki once again, “I’m so sorry, I’ve been such a fool and neither of you deserve the cruelty I’ve shown you. I’ll go speak to father right away and have our divorce put in place and make sure that your wedding will happen as soon as possible. I will make sure that the two of you get the future you deserve, even if father doesn’t agree.” Thor replied, taking off the weight that had been resting on both of your chests.

Loki then stood behind you and placed his dominant hand on your shoulder, the other resting at his side. “Thank you, brother.” he said and with that, Thor left the room and went straight to Odin. He wanted to make things right between the three of you now, he didn’t want to waste a single minute.

And once you two were completely alone in Loki’s office, you turned to face him and reached up to gingerly take his face in your hands, placing a kiss to his lips. You hoped that this kiss displayed all of the love you have for him and when he kissed you back, he hoped that his kiss would communicate the same thing.

When the two of you pulled away from each others lips a few minutes later, Loki softly rubbed his nose against your own, letting his forehead lightly rest on yours. “I love you, my sweet girl.” he said to you in this special moment like those words were a prisoner that had been set free, not caring anymore if anyone in the palace halls heard what he just said to you.

His sweet words made you softly smile at him, “And I love you, my sweet Loki.” you replied, causing him to smile with you while you both felt yourselves blush.

The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer when you eventually started to talk again, “Dance with me, Loki?” you asked him as you separated your face from his and gazed up into his emerald green eyes.

“Of course. You know how much I adore dancing with you, darling.” he answered, still smiling, reminding you of how he never gave up the chance to dance with you and feel you in his arms.

And while the two of you danced together, happy tears started to fall down to your cheeks, prompting Loki to stop moving right away. He placed one of his large hands on your cheek and lovingly wiped your tears away with his thumb, “What’s wrong?” he urgently asked you, his eyebrows furrowing again.

You simply smiled up at him, “We don’t have to hide anymore. We’re finally free to love each other without fearing what could happen if someone finds out.” you explaining, letting Loki know that these were happy tears on your face.

“We are, darling and I plan on letting everyone know how much I love you every chance I get.” he made known to you, that last bit of his statement making you grin.

You were truly his now and he would finally get the future with you that he had always wanted since the day he first met you six years ago. You two would actually get to spend the rest of your lives together and in love.

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idk if you like this ship, but Nocorro headcanons?

Hi sorry for the delay, I went on a Nocorro tail spin for this

Neteyam hides his feelings for Spider when they're young because he is worried about his moms feelings but has always been gentle with him and secretly enjoyed his company

They got along but just weren't overly close

Spider always was jealous of Neteyam for being everything he couldn't be - Na'vi, loved, strong, respected, etc. But always admired him just as much

Their relationship would start secret - on the downlow for the sake of their own anxieties - and would start due to their common denominator - Lo'ak

As his big brother and his best friend respectively, they always seemed to be the ones at the end of his messes. For Neteyam, it was cleaning them up or talking him out of it and for Spider, it was tagging along before inevitably just trying to keep them both alive

It's my thought that Lo'ak is the one that considers Spider's humanity the least and sees him the most as just Spider, even moreso than Kiri, and so he accidentally gets him hurt a fair amount - hence, Neteyam has to patch him up

This time is where they bond a lot - venting, mocking one another, but also eventually devolving into the fear, insecurity, etc they each feel

They would be the couple that goes through all of the 'new' stuff (i.e the awkward and honeymoon phases) by themselves while no one knows yet about their relationship so that by the time they get together publicly, everyone thinks of them as the old married couple of sorts

They equal one another out in a lot of ways and meet one another's insecurities - each is everything the other wants with the added consequences they didn't see coming

While it takes vulnerability that neither is prepared for, they come to be the same space for one another they each need and become a big part in one another's healing

They're both emotional protectors to the other as no one ever filled the roles for them and for once, they both get to be someone's priority

Its the story of the oldest son and forgotten child

They're two sides of the same beat up coin

Neteyam is protective and takes after his mom in being a guardian but is more reserved and takes social cues into account - he is aware of his mates vulnerability and protects in a lot like how his parents do - meanwhile, Spider is just fucking feral

It takes a long time to teach Spider that he can't just go in like he has nothing to lose - there's a lot of self-worth arguments

However, this comes to head with neither being sure where they stand to announce the relationship. I imagine it wouldn't come out until it had to

in canon, this is the RDA capturing Spider

The RDA taking Spider is what ends with their relationship becoming public

Neteyam has to see his parents as mortal and imperfect while Spider is faced with the doubts on his self-worth and position in the family

Neither knows how to proceed but they fight like hell with something more to fight for than the original canon offers

Neteyam loses it when Spider is taken, he goes feral, fighting with all of Neytiri's spirit, and relies heavily on his parents and the childish belief that they can somehow fix it

I don't think he would realize there's no fixing it until they're with the Metkayina and Ao'nung is courting him

He would lose it, acting more and more like Lo'ak while being lost in his own internal whirlpool of self-doubts and questioning

If war didn't make him grow up then this does

He doesn't think he'll get Spider back until he sees him on the deck but at this point, he's just blindly following Jake - he's unanchored and confused and it is still Lo'ak who ultimately is the reason Spider comes home

As for his fate, I think Spider would have been closer to him. Neteyam would have grabbed him on instinct and been ducking lower to guard the more vulnerable of the two and missed the shot

Them getting home is like recovering from a breakup though

Spider spent the months more convinced than ever that he is unwanted and left astray

But he is also more aware of the emotional manipulation and more at peace with his dynamic with the Sullys so Quaritch doesn't have as much success with him

Despite his doubts festering, it's a sort of resignation that the things they felt for him isn't enough - not that they don't exist

Neteyam would have given him hope that he is a part of the family and made him feel something worth cherishing

Then the RDA comes and it's the resignation that everything is over and he's not going home

He's a lot more grim here

But the upside is that Nocorro is a lot of healing

They're with the Metkayina and helping one another remember their value - Spider in the family and Neteyam as his own person

They both need to be reminded that they're worthy of loving and that's what the months following ATWOW is filled with

Consequently, it's also how the duo become legitimate threats to the RDA

The protective rage they both feel with what was taken from them means they're ruthless - they become a lot more empowered to protect their homes and focus on building some place safe for their family

Ultimately they are a very love and family driven couple with the other slowly becoming their other half, they operate like an extension of themselves with a level of understanding no one else would have

Post-war would take a long time for them to settle but I think they both have similar desires again in just having a loving, safe place for their family to grow and to heal together

Honestly this couple is just very soft and very old married couple, like think the gays from The Last of Us that die together bro

[airenyah]

Get to Know Me Tag :)

was tagged by @telomeke, @ranchthoughts, and @callipigio <3

do you make your bed?

not usually. both in my room at my parent's flat and now in my own flat as well i don't have a couch to hang out on and so i tend to spend a lot of time in my bed during the day bc it's more comfortable there. why make my bed in the morning if i mess it up soon enough anyway? i'll only make my bed when i'm trying to feel/look neat (like for example when people who i don't really know come over)

what's your favourite number?

23! elementary school me was veeery creative in choosing this number.... (my birthday is on a 23rd) anyway this number stuck with me and now it's just part of my personality hahaha

what is your job?

i'm a uni student and i don't have a "fixed" job where i'm employed and get money every month, but i have been working at a specific theater every summer since 2022. this year i'm actually the official assistant director. the rehearsals haven't properly started yet, but i've already one or the other task for it. can't wait for june when we're finally starting with the rehearsals!!!!!!!

if you could go back to school, would you?

depends... compulsory schooling that they make you go through from age 6 to age 15?? HELL NO. adult education? catch me taking 434353 courses on 434353 things

can you parallel park?

i don't have a driver's license

a job you had that would surprise people?

i haven't had many jobs in my life and none of them seem very surprising tbh? if you know me, at least i've worked as a graphic designer before, but i don't see how that would be surprising. also, i'm sure that i've mentioned this a few times in my tag ramblings

do you think aliens are real?

i don't think aliens are real but i also don't think aliens are not real. basically, i don't think aliens exist in the way they are depicted in movies, but if nasa came up to me and told me they found some sort of life somewhere else in the universe i'd be like "yeah i'll believe that". the universe is so vast, so it wouldn't surprise me if there really is something out there, but i don't really think about it tbh

can you drive a manual car?

as i said, i don't have a driver's license. but if i did, the answer would be yes. bc as a european you WILL be taught to drive a manual car at driving school. you could also choose to learn how to drive an automatic car, but that's really the exception to the rool. besides, idk what it's like in other countries, but in austria you're allowed to drive manual cars only if you got your license with a manual car. so getting your license with an automatic car limits your options quite a lot

what's your guilty pleasure?

i don't really feel guilty about my pleasures?? i don't always tell people that i'm really into thai bl, but that's less about feeling guilty and more of a "know your target audience" kind of thing.

tattoos?

nope. my brother has a couple of tattoos and he'd love it if i got one (i think he'd like to have a matching tattoo with me), but i can't do needles. but if i ever did get a tattoo, it would probably be something related to sicily. my brother actually has a tattoo of the trinacria

favorite color?

a really shiny dark blue and a really shiny darker red!

favorite type of music?

uhhhh.... good question?? i grew up listening to classical music and i still really like it, but i don't really listen to it anymore. these days i listen to pop music quite a lot? but that's also a very hit and miss for me, bc i tend to get overwhelmed easily with pop music. idk, just show me a song of any genre of music and i'll tell you if i like this particular song or if i dislike it my playlists tend to be full of song i have some kind of emotional connection too, though! so for example, songs that have been in series/movies that i watched or songs that my loved one's have/had in their playlists and that remind me of them, etc...

do you like puzzles?

i don't dislike puzzles, but it's not something that i would think to spend my time with

any phobias?

spiders!! i've had a phobia of spiders all my life. it's gotten a little better now, and how freaked out i am really depends on the size of the spider, where it is, if it's moving, and also how i'm feeling that day. the worst thing that could happen is a spider touching me in any way, so as long as i have enough distance between me and the spider and the spider is stationary, i'm good. i really dislike spiders right above my head, though i also have a phobia of needles. when i was 12 i had to get my blood drawn when i was sick once and i had a panic attack (or something along those lines). i've tried to avoid needles as best as i could ever since... and as a child i also had a fear of vomit. people vomiting still makes me uncomfortable, but at least i no longer run away and hide behind the door of my room hahaha

favorite childhood sport?

i've never been really athletic but i liked swimming!

do you talk to yourself?

in my own flat when i'm all by myself? yeah!

what movies do you adore?

der schuh des manitu is my problematic fave <3 apart from that, i also adore stardust and tangled and the emperor's new groove and i'm also up for marathoning high school musical, how to train your dragon, pirates of the carribean (1-3), and lord of the rings (extended edition of course) at any given point in time

coffee or tea?

tea!!!!! i LOVE tea!!!!! i had a cup of tea only an hour ago!!!! i'm not big on coffee, apart from a cappucino every once in a while which i also only drink when i'm in italy bc i just don't like it enough to spend 3-4€ on it in austria. coffee flavored things are mostly fine, but coffee as a beverage? not a big fan

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

i don't remember the first thing i wanted to be that wasn't a suggestion by my parents. possibly an actress????

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[joshanniesworld]

Beautiful Mistakes | k.m.g

one | two | three coming soon!

pairing: kim mingyu x reader

summary: You have a crush on Mingyu, but unfortunately, he's your older brother's best friend. Not to mention that he only sees you as a little sister. So you're stuck between confronting your feelings, getting over your crush, or being forever single.

genre: romance, fluff, university au, brother's best friend

tags/warnings: fem! reader, unrequited love, university au, very slow burn, alcohol consumption, hoshi flirting again, like two suggestive comments, pretty sure there is a curse word somewhere, mingyu is an idiot but so is reader, jeonghan is a little shit but we love him, probably has a bunch of mistakes sorry, I suck at proofreading , idk what else

word count: 3.2k words

author’s note: Did it take me a whole month just to write this? yes, it did. honestly, didn't like this part but hopefully next one is better. we finally get some progress between mingyu and reader! Reblog, like or comment if you’d like to support my work! <3

“You’re wearing…that?”

You looked at your outfit, confused. Clearly, you didn’t understand why Seungkwan and Gahyeon were judging your choice of clothes.

“What do you mean? It’s nice and simple.” You argued.

Your friends gave each other a look that probably meant they disagreed. They walked up to your closet without acknowledging you and started rummaging through your clothes.

“Hey! Don’t do that. I already made a mess, and you’ll make it worse.” Complaining, you walked towards them and tried stopping whatever they were doing.

“Look, the outfit is cute. But it’s basically what you wear every other day.” Seungkwan complained. Gahyeon agreed and showed him one of your blouses.

“What about this? Maybe with a skirt?”

“Oh yeah! That’s cute. Wait, let me find a skirt.” Seungkwan enthusiastically agreed with Gahyeon’s choice and started looking for a matching skirt. “Got it!”

He pulled a skirt from the closet and put it next to the blouse to see if it matched.

“Yup, that’s it. Here Y/N, get changed.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed both items and went into the bathroom to get changed. “Hurry up, Jeonghan is probably almost here.”

You quickly changed into the new outfit and went back into the room. Standing expectantly, you waited for their approval.

“10 out 10. You look so cute!” Gahyeon commented, and your other friend agreed. “Maybe it will finally make Mingyu ask you out. God knows it has taken him long enough.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Sure, he will.”

“Babe, have you not seen how he looks at you?” Gahyeon insisted.

“Oh yeah, he looks at her like a lovesick puppy. It’s disgusting but endearing,” Seungkwan agreed.

“Or he’s just trying to be nice.” You grabbed your phone and wallet and put them in your purse. “It doesn’t matter anyways. Can we please finish?”

“Okay, fine, whatever you say.” Gahyeon gave up trying to convince you. “Want me to do your makeup?”

You nodded and sat in front of the mirror. “Something light, though, It’s hot, and I’m going to get sweaty.”

“By the way, why is Jeonghan going with you to the party?” Seungkwan suddenly asked while he was looking through his phone.

“Mingyu said he could come too when telling me about the party.” You told him. “I begged him to say yes, and now I have to buy him coffee for two weeks.”

Seungkwan chuckled. “That sounds like Jeonghan.”

A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. From behind the door, Vernon’s head popped up, “Jeonghan is here.”

“Give me a minute; we’re almost done.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him.” He said and walked away again.

Gahyeon quickly finished the makeup and fixed your hair before sending you off. “Done, now go have fun!”

You grabbed your purse and quickly made your way outside of the room. “Got it. Bye, guys!”

Walking into the living room, you saw Jeonghan waiting with Vernon by the door.

“Hi, sunshine. Ready to go?” Your older friend asked.

“Yup. Bye, Vernon. If you guys order food, save some for me.” You reminded him. He rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Sure, have fun.”

You and Jeonghan walked out to his car and got in.

“Buckle up, kid,” Jeonghan said jokingly.

“Shut up, old man.”

When you finally arrived and the party you could hear the music from outside. A get-together, my ass.

“So, you ready?” Jeonghan asked for the last time. You sighed and gave him a thumbs up.

“Let’s go.”

You had mentally prepared for the next few hours. Loud music, sweaty bodies, lots of alcohol, and Kim Mingyu flirting with someone new.

Jeonghan walked in front of you when you went into the house. Looking around, you spotted a few familiar faces. Two of the most popular heartthrobs on campus, Jeong Jaehyun and Cha Eunwoo, were playing beer pong. By the bar, you saw Xu Minghao, who was in your art class. And tonight’s Dj, Johnny Suh, your lab partner in biology class last semester. Lee Seokmin, one of Mingyu’s closest friends, was the first to spot you. Smiling, he walked up to you.

“Y/N! You made it. Mingyu is around, but he’ll be glad to see you.” He greeted you over the loud music. “You’re Jeonghan, right? We had English class together last semester.”

“Yeah, I remember. You like pizza.” Jeonghan said, grinning.

Seokmin’s eyes widened a little in surprise and then started laughing.

“Yup, that’s me. So, you guys want a drink?” He asked, pointing to the bar.

“I’m good. I’m the designated driver.” Jeonghan passed up the offer looking at you.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m down for a drink.”

Seokmin clapped his hands excitedly and walked us to the bar. A girl was chatting with a few people around the bar while serving drinks. She quickly turned to you when she spotted Seokmin walking to the bar.

“Youngji, this Y/N and Jeonghan. Guys, this is Youngji. The unofficial bartender of the party.”

“It’s nice to finally meet Seungcheol’s sister. I’ve heard a lot from you!” She greeted you.

“My brother seems to talk a lot about me from what I’ve been told.” You said, chuckling a bit awkwardly. She and Seokmin both laughed a bit.

“Honestly, you have no idea.”

“So, drinks?” Youngji asked. You raised a hand. “What do you want?”

Honestly, you weren’t much of a drinker. It didn’t hurt once in a while, though.

“Something fruity?” You asked, unsure.

“Coming right up!” She announced as she started working on the drink.

You looked at Jeonghan, who you knew was judging you.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“I’m not dealing with puke, so if you get wasted, I’m leaving you in the street.”

You laughed a little and hit him in the arm playfully.

“Relax, I’m only going to have one drink.” You tried to reassure him, but he didn’t seem convinced.

“Here you go, one fruity drink for you,” Youngji said, giving you the drink. You took a sip and tasted orange juice with a bit of alcohol. Youngji was starting as if waiting for your approval, so you gave her a thumbs up. “Glad you like it, have fun, by the way. I’m going to dance for a bit; see you around!”

“Do you guys play pool?” Seokmin asked once Youngji was gone.

“I can play. Not sure if Y/N can,” Jeonghan answered.

You shook your head, smiling a bit embarrassed. The memory of Seungcheol trying to teach you how to play last summer popped up in your head. It was better if you stayed as a viewer.

“I’ll watch.”

“Great! Hey Minghao, want to play pool?” Seokmin called for his friend.

Minghao stopped doing whatever he was doing and agreed to his friend’s request.

“Sure, I’ll get Jun to play in pairs.”

“Cool. Come on! The pool table is in the other room,” Seokmin called us to follow him.

You weren’t sure of how you ended up back at the bar. Or when one drink turned into a third drink. One moment you were watching the guys play pool, and the next, Seokmin was dragging them somewhere to do God knows what.

“Hey! You’re Cheol’s sister!” Interrupting your thoughts, you hear someone say excitedly. Turning to look for the culprit, you find Vernon’s coworker, Hoshi.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, surprised.

He laughs a little and takes the empty spot beside you.

“One of my friends invited me,” he explained. “I wasn’t planning on coming, but I’m glad I did.”

You had to admit that he was hot but endearingly cute at the same time. Last time he was wearing the coffee shop’s uniform. But this time, he wore loose jeans, a tight black tank, and a gold chain around his neck. His piercings and dyed blonde hair gave him a cool, almost punk vibe. He caught you staring at him and gave you a charming smile. Flustered, you shifted your eyes to the drink in your hands.

“So, why are you on your own?”

“Uh, well, I came with a friend. Somewhere along the way, we separated, and now I’m here.”

“Ah, I see. Mind if I keep you company?”

You chuckled and looked at him. “Isn’t it a little late to ask? You’re already sitting next to me.”

“Okay, fair enough.” He agreed, laughing.

“So, do you go here?” you ask, trying to make small talk.

“Yup, I’m a dance major. Usually, I’m in the practice rooms.”

Ah, that explained why you hadn’t seen him before.

“You know, I’ve heard a lot about you. But, I mean, to be honest, who hasn’t?”

Thank you, big brother.

“I’m going to start taking a shot every time I hear that.”

He laughed again, and you noticed his eye smile. It was so cute that it made you smile too.

“Sorry, that’s all Cheol’s fault. He’s basically the campus celebrity, so word gets around quickly.” He explained. “You two are pretty close, huh?”

“Yeah, we’re close. Our Dad wanted us to have a strong relationship despite the age difference, so he always made us spend time together.” You said, remembering how it was growing up with Seungcheol. “Don’t get me wrong, we fight about ninety-nine percent of the time. But he’s always the first person to be there for me.”

“That’s cute. It’s like my older sister and me.” You noticed he brightened up when speaking about his sister. “We fight a lot, but she’s always caring for me.”

“That’s it!” You exclaimed, clapping excitedly. Hoshi seemed confused by your sudden outburst. “Sorry, I was trying to figure out your vibes. You definitely give off little brother energy. It totally makes sense you have an older sister.”

“Ouch, did you just brother-zoned me even before I made a move?” He whined, placing a hand on his chest as if he was hurt.

You looked at him surprised but tried to play it cool by clearing your throat.

“So, what does Hoshi mean? I haven’t heard it before.”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked. It means gaze of a tiger.” He explained excitedly. “Can you guess why that’s my nickname?”

You looked at him and took a guess. “Is it because you look like a tiger?”

“Yes! I do look like a tiger, right?” He exclaimed. “You know what you just earned?”

“What?” You asked skeptically.

Smiling, he raised his hand and did a claw. “Horanghae!”

You burst laughing, and he joins you, covering his face in embarrassment.

“You’re funny, you know that?”

“You’re cute, you know that?” He asked rhetorically. You huffed, rolling your eyes, but it only made him smile more. “Do you want to dance?”

You stared at him for a minute, weighing your options. He was cute and definitely fun to be around. Plus, it was a given that he was a good dancer. But you were completely aware that by now, you were tipsy. That didn’t matter, though, because Hoshi was probably drunker than you. Why not? Jeonghan was probably having fun with some girl, and so was your crush. Sitting here for the rest of the night was a waste.

“Lead the way, tiger.”

Hoshi was indeed a good dancer. You were in the middle of the dance floor swaying to the beat of the music. Your back was pressed against his chest, and his hands were around your waist. The room felt hot, but you weren’t sure if it was due to the crowd or Hoshi’s proximity.

“Should I be concerned for my well-being?” Hoshi whispered into your ear.

Frowning, confused, you look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Kim Mingyu is staring at me like he wants to bury me.”

You follow Hoshi’s gaze. There, Mingyu stood away from the crowd with some girl. He didn’t seem interested in whatever she was saying; he was too busy staring at you and Hoshi. For a moment, your eyes crossed, but he quickly looked away. What the hell is wrong with him? Ignoring the awkward situation, you bring your attention back to Hoshi.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Right, he was clearly not planning my murder.” Hoshi scoffed. “So, you like him?”

“Hoshi,” You said, warning him about whatever he would say next. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it.”

“I’m just asking. He didn’t seem happy to see us dancing the night away. And for a moment, you seemed almost hopeful when I said he was staring.”

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t let it be.

“I have a crush on him, but he’s my brother’s friend. That’s it, end of the story.”

“I knew it!” Hoshi grinned. “I admit, though, I’m a bit disappointed that you like him. But now I’m curious.”

You looked at him skeptically. “What do you mean curious?” “Let’s try something.”

Hoshi’s lips were on yours before you could ask what he meant. You grabbed onto his shoulder to balance yourself. The kiss was sloppy—probably because of the alcohol—but surprisingly good. Instead of pushing him off, you decided to follow his lead. You had to admit Hoshi was a hell of a kisser. Sadly, the kiss was cut off by someone pulling you away.

“Time to go home.”

You looked up at Mingyu, surprised. Before you could say anything, the taller man dragged you away from the crowd. In the middle of the chaos, you could only catch a glimpse of Hoshi grinning and giving you a thumbs up.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You snapped at Mingyu. “I was dancing!”

He scoffed and kept walking ahead. “You seemed to be doing a lot more than dancing.”

“So what? It was just a kiss.”

He suddenly stopped and turned to look at you, annoyed. He was frowning so much you were sure he was about to pop a vain. Not that it was important. But why did he lowkey look hot when mad?

“Just a kiss? Please, you don’t just kiss people; Kwon Soonyoung doesn’t either.”

Oh, so that was his real name. Yeah, no. He looked more like a Hoshi.

“And what would you know about me kissing people?” you argued. “More than you think. Now get in. I’m taking you home.”

You were too caught up in the discussion. You hadn’t even realized you were in front of his car.

“I came with Jeonghan. I can’t leave just because you say so.”

“Jeonghan left with a girl earlier. He told me because his battery died, and he couldn’t find you.”

That little traitor. You were definitely going to kill him.

“I’ll walk, thanks.”

You held onto your purse stubbornly and started walking away.

“Y/N, get in the car,” he demanded.

“No, leave me alone!”

“Oh my God, why are you acting like a child?!”

“Because you’re treating me like one!”

You heard him take a deep breath, and for a moment, you felt guilty. But you remember he acted like an ass, and the guilt disappeared.

“Y/N, please get in the car. You’re drunk, and I want to make sure you get home safe,” he pleaded for the last time.

By the way his tone changed from agitated to concerned, you could tell he was tired of arguing.

"Fine," you murmured.

Begrudgingly, you went back to the car and got into the passenger seat without waiting for him. A few seconds later, he got in and started the car.

You both stayed quiet for a while until he broke the silence.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act like that earlier,” he apologized.

You played with your hand and nodded.

“I’m sorry too. I wasn’t thinking straight,” You apologize back. “I’m still mad at you, though. You didn’t have to do that.”

He looked at you briefly from the corner of his eyes and turned back to look at the road.

“I know. I just got worried, okay?” He clarified.

“You don’t have to worry about me. That’s not your job.” He scoffed unamused.

“It is, though, remember? Your brother was clear on the "take care of Y/N" talk.”

“Yeah, I know. But, still doesn’t mean you can tell me who to kiss or not.” You argued back.

“Look, I know that. But it's Kwon Soonyoung. His reputation precedes him.” You must have looked at him like he had grown a second head because he quickly clarified. “Mine does too, but that’s different. I’m not trying to get into your pants.”

Yeah, that’s the problem.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.” He insisted. “You deserve a nice guy. Not some douchebag that will break your heart.”

The car stopped at a red light, and he turned to look at you. You stared at him for a little too long. Awkwardly looking away, you hoped he didn’t notice. If only he knew you wished that your nice guy was him. For the rest of the ride, you decided the buildings outside were far more entertaining than him.

Despite sharing a class together, you hadn’t seen Mingyu after he dropped you at your place. In a way, you were glad you didn’t have to deal with the Soonyoung conversation. But at the same time, you felt down not seeing him around.

“Why are you sulking?”

Startled, you looked up from your food. Kwon Soonyoung is standing in front of you, looking at you quizzingly.

“When did you even get here?” you asked, confused. “And I’m not sulking.”

Soonyoung chuckled and took the empty spot in front of yours. He grabbed the open bag of chips and shamelessly started eating them.

“So, how did it go with Mingyu?”

“To sum it up, he basically told me to stay away from you,” you explained. “Apparently, you have a reputation.”

Soonyoung looked offended by your words.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” he complained. “I never lie about my intentions!”

“And what exactly are your intentions with me?”

“Originally, I was going to ask you out. Now, I’m invested in the Mingyu situation. Oh, look, Seungkwan!" He pointed at your other friend walking your way.

Seungkwan walked to your table and sat next to Soonyoung.

“What are you doing here?” Seungkwan questioned Hoshi.

“Me? I’m here for the chips.”

“I can see that,” Seungkwan mumbled. “So, Y/N, have you seen Mingyu yet?”

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way for a while.”

“Uh, that might be a problem then,” Hoshi noted.

“What? Why?” You asked.

“He’s walking this way.” Seungkwan announced.

Had there been more time, you would’ve made a run for it.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?”

You looked at Seungkwan, and Soonyoung, who were busy pretending they weren’t there.

“Mingyu, hi,” you greet him. “Um, you know Seungkwan, right? And Soonyoung?”

“Yeah, hi,” Mingyu greeted them quickly. “So, can we talk?”

Both of the boys greeted Mingyu and went back to pretending.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him.

“Um, here?” Mingyu asked, glancing at Seungkwan and Hoshi.

“Uh, yeah. Why not?”

“Okay, I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. You know?”

“Oh, I know.” Hoshi chimed in. Mingyu rolled his eyes. Seungkwan quickly covered his mouth and smiled apologetically.

“Ignore him. Carry on.”

“Mingyu, don’t worry about it. You already apologized.” You reminded him.

“Yeah, I know. I still felt bad, though.” He insisted.

“It’s fine. Really.”

“Okay, then. That’s it. I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you around.” You waved goodbye as he started to walk away. Suddenly, he stopped and turned back in your direction. “Wait! Are you doing the class presentation alone?”

“Oh, I was going to ask Jeonghan.”

“Can’t. I already have a partner.”

You got startled by Jeonghan’s voice, who was standing right next to you. Apparently, today was the day for everyone to sneak up on you. You frowned, confused.

“Since when? We always partner up in class?”

Jeonghan shrugged his shoulders.

“Great! We can partner up.” Mingyu cheered. “I’ll text you later so we can meet. Bye!”

And just like that, he was gone again. Crossing your arms, you stare at Jeonghan.

“Who’s this partner of yours?”

Jeonghan smirks and sits next to you. “Just someone I know from the class.”

“I bet.” You scoff.

“Can we please talk about Mingyu asking Y/N out?” Seungkwan interrupted.

“Seungkwan, he asked me to work on the presentation. How is that a date?”

“Oh, Y/N. The presentation is just an excuse to hang out.” Soonyoung explained.

“No, it’s not,” you complained.

"It is," Seungkwan and Jeonghan agreed.

“Okay, whatever. I’ve got a class in five minutes. I’ll see you later.” You say, grabbing your bag and heading for your class.

[eddiediazes]

temptation tuesday

okay i’m trying my hand at this this week for the first time! since i didn’t get in on the fun last week bc i was klmasdf Suffering. so i got tagged by @diazass for temptation tuesday, so here are some wips i have that i’m considering getting back into and/or possibly writing for the big bang?? in part i may be using this to decide what i’m writing for the big bang if any of y’all like any of these.

1. 118 ghost hunters au - i’ve shared from this verse a couple of times but it’s actually a wacky little thing i’ve dreamed up where the 118 (minus eddie bc he just moved to la) are LA’s only official team of ghost hunters, and they’re state/city funded just like other emergency workers but for ghosts. so ghosts are kind of a known entity but not everyone believes in them - but the supernatural is real, eddie’s house is actually haunted, and buck has a messed up trauma backstory relating to his own personal supernatural experience :) also. ghosts so i get to indulge my own interest in Spooky

2. action star buck / fight coordinator eddie - i have also posted excerpts from this like a thousand years ago now but. basically buck is an actor and the star of a popular action franchise (something like a blend between mission impossible and john wick) and he keeps insisting on doing his own stunts, and bobby and chim, who work with him, are genuinely concerned about him and think he isn’t coming at it from a healthy place. enter eddie, a mostly retired stunt coordinator who now runs a gym with lena bosko, who gets Pulled Back In For One Last Job by chim, because bobby thinks he could help out with buck. cue resentment and distance slowly building into friendship and then they fall in love :) also you know. movie sets and fight scenes and dangerous stunts and buck having Issues with thinking he’s expendable.

3. buck is a mind reader - i still don’t have much of this, but i like what i wrote - so it’s that fic based on the concept that buck actually can read minds like we all joked about but. i ended up going with him always having been able to instead of getting it from the lightning - with the one hitch that he cannot read eddie’s mind, kind of like how edward can’t read bella’s mind in twilight???? i’m a cornball i know i get it

4. hunter eddie au - this is also more vague and could maybe be combined with the above idea depending on how i handled it all but basically one night i spent like kasmdlf an hour or something spiraling in kaitlin @iinryer‘s dms over the concept of eddie being raised as a hunter (yes like supernatural style) and like. feeling very trapped by the system of violence and like the only thing he’s good for is hunting but then he meets buck who is some kind of supernatural creature and eddie doesn’t realize at first and he’s doing a lot of hard work on his own to rise above the way he was raised and the kind of things his dad said about “monsters” and then eventually he finds out about buck and - well. you know. you get it

5. eddie goes back to el paso - this fic has no real plot but it is like. my baby my cinnamon apple. originally i started it after 5b after hero complex and i was like. what if eddie stayed in el paso for a while to fix things with his family and then he invited buck to join him. and then instead it eventually became actually what if frank encouraged eddie to go back to el paso to really fully confront things instead of just taking a quick visit and he suggested eddie also take like. a safe person for himself and eddie was like well obviously that would be buck so then they go to el paso together and eddie walks buck through like. all his childhood memories and all the places he grew up and like. idk that’s the whole fic. but i think about her a lot sdkalfm

SORRY I’VE NEVER SHUT UP ONE DAY IN MY LIFE this is so many words about my silly little ideas. i’ll tag @spaceprincessem @comaboybuck @buckactuallys @iinryer @gayeddieagenda @fallingthorns @colonoscopys and anybody else who sees this and wants to do it please feel free to say i tagged you!

thank you to anyone who reads klmasdf any of this. please do tell me if they sound interesting. thanks bye <3

[maythearo]

Hi, I saw your drawings of JamiKali Spider-Man AU, and I LOVED IT!!

How is this AU? And what do you think of JamiKali's Shipp?

OH you just reminded me to add the tag for this AU on other previous posts where I was chatting about it with ppl who sent me asks! The general tag for my blog is ".twst into the spider verse" if you want to check mine and other people's ideas on it in more detail over there!

Second question first: I'm not really into shipping im general, so idk, I don't think about JamiKali much tbh skdndwknd 🏃

And for the first question I'll take this ask as an opportunity to sum up some hcs I have for this AU 👍 but some important notes first:

I personally rather imagine this AU as a magicless/not-so-magic-central kinda world just for simplicity sake, but the rest of twst og lore pretty much remains the same.

I just talk abt scarabia here bcs they are my faves!

Since what inspired me to ramble about this AU was across the spider-verse, I do make a brief mention canon events and a bit of multiverse stuff

Also there is major character death here 🧍

Scarabia into the spider-verse, headcanons under the cut!

Earth 2506 - Kalim as the spider-man of his dimension. Can also be referred to as the desert-spider!

uhh (making up an origin story on the spot right now) considering he comes from a family of influential merchants, maybe they got a great deal to partner up with some sort of scientific corporation, to deal with the business side of their new technologies. Kalim was for the first time invited to one of the meetings, as the heir to the family business, it was about time for him to check in person how things worked on this field. In short, it did not end well. As they walked around the corporation's main labs, one spider subject went loose, and Kalim stood right under its web.

he's very fitting to be a spidey, considering his happy-go-lucky personality, he'd be the type of spider-man to mess around and have a lot of fun playing the role of a hero

(Fight goes silent)

Kalim: well! that was another easy adventure for spider ma-

(Big explosion)

Jamil is the first one to know about this secret identity of course. He covers up any potential slips, as to not reveal this secret to anyone else

One notable thing about spider-man!Kalim is that he can afford whatever hero gadgets he needs. Gotta fix his web shooters? Want a nice improvement on his hero constume? No problem. He got a fair share of contacts from people who'd easily do all of these for him. Even though it is Jamil the one who usually runs after this stuff in his place...

Canon event stuff being losing a best friend? Jamil in this universe actually becomes Venom (maybe he found a symbiote from the same lab the spider came from) and yeah they had to fight. Jamil probably snapped for the same reasons he got his overblot. And this is the part where Kalim learns that with great powers comes great responsibility...

What would happen next? Does he move on eventually after the fight? Will there be other villains for spider-man to stop? How will he keep the secret identity now that Jamil's gone? Well, these are great questions, because- (runs away)

Earth 1209 - Jamil as the spider-man of his dimension. Idk if he'd go by any other variant of a spider-man name

Now that I think about it, his own universe is probably an accidental breach from Kalim's. As in "what if Kalim didn't get bitten at the lab, and instead brought the radioactive spider back home by accident?" then when Jamil took Kalim's backpack he was the one to get bitten instead

Ace happened to be the first one to find out about Jamil's powers after an incident on a basketball game. Their dynamic is funny. It's not like Ace wants to be the "guy in the chair" but if Jamil's secret identity is ever at risk, he'd volunteer to help, no questions asked. And aside from him, Najma is the only other person who knows about this as well. The very moment spider-man made his first appearance in public she knew! She says it's a "sister instinct", or something like that. She'd even offer to help him and make him a proper hero uniform... but ONLY if he agrees to do all the house chores for her for a month.

Najma: you gotta say it first :)

Jamil: (sigh) callforbackup

Najma: what? :)

Jamil: .......callforbackup

Najma: come onn :)

Jamil: PLEASE just call for-

Najma: yeah I already called it :)

Perhaps spider-man!Jamil has a puppeteer-like skill that he can use to control a small number of people with his webs!

Leona could be a mentor type of character in this universe. Like Jamil already kinda looks up to him in canon, but this time they are a little nicer to each other loll and I only bring this up because there is no "uncle Ben" for Jamil to lose, but Leona is the closest thing he could have to one, so...... canon event. That also ties up to that spider-man story trope of the hero finding himself in the wrong place wrong time, by the side of the person they just lost, only for a third party to walk in and assume it was spider-man the one who killed them. Having people assume this masked man to have killed a person as prestigious as Leona immediately makes spider-man public enemy #1

And edit: just remembered the point abouve could be Kalim alternatively. Which would be even more tragic to think both Jamil and Kalim lose each other in their respective universes

But what do we do after that? How does Jamil redeem himself after this misunderstanding? What if he just gives up being spider-man? Well, uhhh these are also good questions.... look over there! (runs away again)

[xiaosenthusiast]

14. i need to fix my mistake

“okay so! since bella got covid, yn will be filling in for her!”

the theater teacher explained how you were gonna take her place as the lead, but you were too focused on the scenes you would have to play with xiao.

you looked over at him and he looked like he didn’t care.

you frowned a little and started thinking about it.

‘does he really not care that he’s going to dance with me? i mean- i’m over here panicking and he…looks like he has better things to do.’

“yn, don’t you think so?”

“yeah, sure…”

you looked back at your teacher and she was already conversing with diluc about whatever.

“hey xiao, are you okay with doing the scenes with me?”

he looked at you confused.

“what? what are you talking about?”

“well i mean i’m the understudy…don’t i have to play the part with you now?”

“you just agreed with the teacher that you would feel more comfortable with diluc.”

“WHAT?!”

he looked a bit taken aback by your outburst, and just raised a brow at you.

“yn were you paying attention to what the teacher was saying? she said ‘maybe yn would feel more comfortable with diluc since they practiced together more.’ “

although you wouldn’t mind playing the role with diluc, you would much rather do it with xiao.

“where is she? i need to fix my mistake.”

he pointed over to her, and you walked over.

“ms-“

“yn! hi!”

you turned around and saw lumine, what was she doing here?

“hi lumine, what are you doing here?”

“oh well, i had some time to kill so i brought you a snack!���

she smiled at you, and you couldn’t help smiling back.

oh right! you still had to talk to the teacher!

you turned back to the teacher and talked to her about your mistake, while lumine went over to xiao to talk to him.

“okay, so do you want to work with xiao or diluc?”

“xiao, please. no offense diluc!”

“none taken, the prince doesn’t get much lines anyway.”

he walked away and you smiled to yourself.

you turned back around to find lumine gone.

you looked around and saw she was talking to xiao, his ears were red and he had a sheepish smile on his face.

you slowly walked over to them, and lumine was the first to notice your presence.

“yn, what were you talking about with the teacher?”

“nothing important it’s okay!”

you looked over at xiao but he looked like he was in a trance, he was only focused on lumine.

“oh…i have to go now. if i’m out any longer my parents will suspect something haha! bye yn! bye xiao!”

she waved at both of you and she walked out.

you looked back at xiao but he looked like he was in his own world.

you grabbed your water and put it against the back of his neck.

“ah that’s cold! what the hell yn?!”

“hey we have to start practicing, okay? cant have you messing up your lines tomorrow.”

he started muttering to himself and walked off, you gave yourself a wry smile.

‘it’s so hard to get his attention when shes here.’

nonetheless, you still trailed after him and practiced your lines.

fun facts !

can you guess who got the role of the fairy godmother? surprise surprise, venti! although, he never shows up to rehearsals…says something about how he’s able to practice his lines better by himself?

albedo was going to audition with lumine but he had work, and lumine’s parents didn’t allow her so they just didn’t do it

ganyu wanted to audition too, but she had stagefright so she didn’t do it :(

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[deadqueernoldor]

End of Year Fic Recs!

I got tagged by @camille-lachenille for this, and boy I havent had time to read fic in a hot minute but this was literally the perfect opportunity to go through my ao3 and tumblr bookmarks again! Also I feel really bad that I couldnt get 5 for the first 3 categories, so pls dont take it personal if I forgot. My tagging system is a mess and idk if it works but if you want more tumblr writing recs go into the "writing that has me foaming out the mouth like a rabid dog" tag I have at the top of my account.! There's so many good drabbles and ficlets i couldnt possibly name them all! Also i likely could have tagged other author's tumblr accs but i didn't feel like looking bc I'm exhausted. I love these all sm

Also I cheated with the self rec bc one is from 2022 but I didnt want to rec only my OC lol

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Beneath a Boundless Sky by @runawaymun — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Elrond’s two new wards both struggle to feel at home in Rivendell. The wounds from their slavery in King Frumgar’s court are still fresh, and the scars are deep -- and they’re not the only ones. Maglor is home at last, but each day he lives he is haunted by guilt and grief. Elrond is nothing if not patient, and he is certain that given enough time in Rivendell, all three will heal.

I am always frothing at the mouth at OCs and world building and this work *and the prev work/part 1 of the series* is SO good

dare you see a soul at the white heat? by millyfaraway — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Lómion is reembodied, but struggles to cope. His uncles try to help.

BABY BOY GETS FAMILY THERAPY ABBY BOY SLOWLY GETS CONFIDENCE AND PUPPY LOVE SOBBIG ITS WHAT HE DESERVES anyway go read

The Last Heir of Fëanor - Part Two by Astrance — 87k — Rating (T)

Summary: This is the second part of the tale of the surviving child of Celebrimbor of Eregion and how she fared through the Ages of the world. From the Fall of Ost-in-Edhil to Imladris and the vastness of Second Age Eriador, the fight against Sauron seems never ending. Plans have been set in motion across the Misty Mountains, but, in Lindon, many tasks await.

Have I mentioned how much I love OCs? This is literally one of the best OCs I've read, flaws and all, and the way the whole thing is written is chefs kiss. Cant decide if I'm sweating from the amount of sobbing I've done with this work *and the previous/first part* or because of the delicious angst.

and rain will make the flowers grow by @swanmaids — 800 — Rating (G)

Summary: Glorfindel and Idril; on the Helcaraxë, in Nevrast, in Gondolin.

THEM. THEM. THEM. That's all I have to say. bUT THEM!

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

your veins are empty of dust by @echo-bleu — 1.7k — Rating (G)

Summary: Anairë finds her late one day in her workshop, surrounded by slabs of stone larger than her. Nerdanel is hammering forcefully at one of them, the barest hints of an elven shape already taking form in the marble. Bitter, stinging tears run down her cheeks and into her collar, and her arms ache with exhaustion.

The body is only barely sketched, but the face is already chiselled, smooth curves and angular cheekbones.

Fëanáro emerges out of the marble, looking like he’s about to take life.

(Across the sea, her sons lead a funeral.)

Frothing. Gnawing. I love the writing. The angst. Fucking mourning. Gimme all and then hurt me some more.

Babysitting #01 by @lordgrimwing — more chaps likely, atm oneshot

Excerpt: "She brought her children."

"Who did?”

"That Elwing woman, the pro bono case Celegorm talked me into."

Modern!scenario fix with Exhausted!lawyer!maedhros. He's tired and that's very sexy of him. Maglor is secy. They all are. Idiots. But very sexy. Elrond and Elros best boys. No argument.

Dreams of Doom by @camille-lachenille — 3.8k — Rating (M)

Summary: “She runs in the dark, alone. Where her feet carry her, she knows not, and her heart is heavy with dread. Someone - something - is watching her.”

Niënor from the moment she arrives in Brethil to her death.

THE ANGST THE LOVE THE TENDERNES THE FORESHADOWING I AM BITING THIS BC I CANT FIND GLASS TO CHEW.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies.)

Those Peaceful Hours by SpaceWall — 3.9k — Rating (T)

Summary: At the end of the Third Age, faced with her impending return to the home she left before the sun, Galadriel seeks out the one person who will understand her fears and grief.

It's so well written and the premise as a whole is so great!. Compelling and Galadriel characterisation is just so very sexy to me.

Their oath will drive them, and yet betray them by musing_and_writing — 2.2k — Rating (G)

Summary: Elrond had hours to spare, and if Maglor wished to spend the short time they had together reminiscing, he would not blame him for it. As Maglor began singing, Elrond settled himself across the clearing in his own bed of autumn flowers. Maglor’s voice resounded in the clearing, clear and powerful, just as it had upon his fortress’s ramparts as he pushed back Morgoth’s forces with a Song, just as Elrond assumed it must have echoed before the poisoning of the Trees in his family’s halls as Feanor crafted his cursed jewels.

Hehehehehe cryptid mf with a heart I love it the angst the tenderness it's just so *holds gently* while also *bodychecks maglor*

Double The Baggins, Twice The Took by fogisbeautiful — 138.5k — Rating (T)

Summary: The Baggins twins, Briallen and Bilbo, have spent their whole lives taking care of each other. So when the world outside makes an (uninvited) appearance, only one thing is certain. Not for wizard or king or mountain or dragon will the two of them part. Not if they have one word to say about it.

And besides, as Gandalf points out: It never hurts to have a spare burglar on hand.

I'm a sucker for Thorin x hobbit, and you give me a fic with bilbo's sister who's so lovely characterized? I'll kiss you sloppy style

The One With All The Birds by clothonono — 46.5k — Rating (G)

Summary: Would it never end? Would there always be one more mother standing on the shore, looking out to sea, full of a grief made more terrible by hope?

Elwing and Nerdanel in Valinor in the Fourth Age; a story about children coming home.

I think swanmaids recc'd this to me once upon the time when it hadn't been finished and I want to kiss their forehead for it. It's so good! Go read bc I lick my screen every time I re-read it.

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Bitter end — 6.4k — Rating (T)

Summary: Maglor has one brother left.

Both have one more fight in them.

The ghost you dress up as (knows how to haunt) — ongoing — Rating (M)

Summary: Maedhros was not the first Finwëan to be captured and taken to Angband, nor did he remain there the longest. Ranyatinwë, twin of Caranthir, was the first.

She escapes.

(Series) Old Maggie Took — 7 works — 402k — all Rating (G)

Summary: The headcanon about Maglor, second son of Fëanor, lives hidden in the Shire? Yes.

[shywhumpauthor]

can i get a little of a grumpy whumpee (haha rhymes) who isn't used to kindness with a kind caretaker pretty please

Of course! Sorry this took so long, it got buried under whumptober.

If there’s errors, just know I write this in about twenty minutes during my free and barely edited

Cw: conditioned Whumpee, mentioned torture, refusal to eat, past torture and abuse, emotional manipulation, Whumpee’s mental state is just really bad here. Idk what else to tag. Kinda recovered pet whump? Not really. Borderline abusive whumpee

“Whumpee,” Caretaker sighed, their voice betraying their exhaustion as they glanced down at the food splattered across the kitchen floor, shards of the porcelain bowl that had once homed a bowl of stew they had spent all morning preparing decorating the mess. “Did you not like the recipe? That’s alright, is there something else I can make you?”

Whumpee, who’s lips had finally begun to twitch up at the small flicker of emotion, deflated when Caretaker’s words turned kind instead of the cruel shouts they had been anticipating. Goddamn it.

“No.” Whumpee glared back, their head shaking as they straightened up in their seat. “I don’t want your stupid food.”

Why wouldn’t they get mad?! Whumpee’s mind was screaming as they watched Caretaker simply walk to the sink and grab a hand towel, crouching down to begin to clean the mess. It had been weeks, so it felt, and Caretaker hadn’t done anything. Hadn’t hit them once, hadn’t raised their voice, each day felt like an added strap around Whumpee’s chest, the pressure growing until it was about to pop and the illusion of comfort would shatter just like the bowl to reveal the truth Whumpee knew was there all along and they knew that drawing it out was only a cruel game used to hide the demon Whumpee was sure was lurking behind a layer of gentle touches and soft words. It would only be worse if they fell to the trick, despite what Whumper had said they weren’t stupid enough to fall for it again. They weren’t stupid, this time they were sure. They wouldn’t let it catch them off guard, no they wouldn’t. Not again. They weren’t that stupid-

“That’s okay, would you like take out instead? I still have that brochure of all the places-“

They droned on in that same tone, that light tone that was full of sticky, sickening sweetness that was so obviously fake it made Whumpee want to scream. They felt a fire creeping up their chest, burning their neck and their ears, room filling with a buzz so loud they couldn’t hear anything over it, couldn’t hear Caretaker’s useless words or their useless rambling about the different restaurants in town.

“I don’t want any of that shit.”

The chair scraped across the kitchen tiles with an uncomfortable sound as Whumpee stood up, their flurry of movement nearly knocking the old piece of wood over. With Whumper, that would have earned them a beating itself, how dare they mess up their good floors, do they have any idea how long it would take to buffer these out?! The curse would have cost them a slap or two, a night in the basement for sure. Maybe a belting if Whumper was already in a bad mood. God, they hated it, they hated it so much. Everything was so much easier then, and fuck was it messed up that they thought this way, but when they had the cold crack of a whip against their back to teach them what was right and what was wrong or when they felt the bite of a blade against their skin for every mistake they could accept it. They could know what was wrong, and they could know how to fix it. What cruel game was caretaker playing, with their kindness and their smiles, their wordless promises that they would never hurt Whumpee which would only rub salt to the wounds whenever the inevitable could not longer be delayed. Better get it over with, that was Whumpee’s thinking. They’d take the torture and the pain and the tears in exchange for the certainty that they were fixing their mistakes, the ability to know what they did was right or wrong. They’d give anything for that clarity, the one they were so desperately trying to drive from Caretaker now.

“I don’t want anything from you. Let me leave.”

And go where, Whumpee wasn’t sure. Whumper was gone. Dead or in jail, they didn’t know. They could have just as easily moved to a different house, across the city or across the country. Where they were didn’t matter, because Whumpee stopped caring. They hated the bastard, for everything they’d done to them, all the pain and torment. But for everything Whumpee could blame them for, they had to admit. Whumper made it easy. They didn’t have to struggle through troubles beyond their comprehension or their control any longer. It was simple. They were given tasks, and they’d do them. Do them right, they’d get rewarded. Do them wrong, they’d get punished. It was complicated, but not. After a while they grew to know Whumper. They would tell them exactly what they wanted, exactly what needed to happen. Why the hell wouldn’t caretaker tell them?!

“We can go for a walk later, if you’d like, but right now I have to finish cleaning up, alright?” Caretaker offered them a soft smile, and Whumpee wanted to scream.

No. No no no no no, it wasn’t alright. It wasn’t fucking alright. They didn’t want to go for a walk, they didn’t want to get take out from that little diner up the road, they didn’t want anything. Whumper had been clear when telling them they weren’t allowed to have wants. They’d get what they were given and they’d be grateful regardless, that’s how it worked. Why didn’t caretaker understand that?!

“I want to leave,” Whumpee spat, emotion leaking into their tone as tears stung their eyes. Their throat bobbed as a lump swelled, they wanted to scratch and claw at their neck until the tension was relieved that way. If Whumpee was there, they would have been so mad, mad and disappointed. Whumpee knew better than to misbehave like this. Whumper would remind them and punish them and then it would be in the past. They could move on and never think about it again, do better in the future. Why wouldn’t caretaker do that?!

“I know, Whumpee, we can go out in a few minutes. I need to finish in here first though, okay?”

God, why didn’t they understand? They didn’t understand, and it was driving Whumpee mad. No one understood them, not caretaker, not anyone. Whumper had understood them, only Whumper. Caretaker said they did, promised they did but they didn’t. They couldn’t possibly understand.

“Fuck you.” Whumpee’s voice cracked, fear and anticipation weighing in their empty stomach like a brick. For a moment, just a moment they saw a flash in caretaker’s eyes, and they clung onto the hope that this had finally been the thing to push them over the edge-

No.

“What’s wrong, Whumpee?” Caretaker rolled back to sit on their heels, their attention abandoning the task at hand. Whumpee’s entire body flooded cold, this wasn’t right. They were standing and caretaker was sitting, it was all wrong. No they should have been the one on the ground, kicked to their stomach or forced to kneel on the shards of the bowl they broke. Caretaker should be the one towering over them, holding a knife or a cane or whatever else they chose to use. Not this way around. “I can tell you’re upset. Would you like to talk about anything?”

That was not the response they wanted. No, no no it wasn’t! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! Why wouldn’t they just get mad?! Why wouldn’t they hurt them already?!

Whumpee turned and fled the room before the tears could fall.

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Ew I don’t like this but needed some content, sorry anon.

Also could you maybe send in some more sortish specific requests that I can work on? I know I’ve been asking a lot and I’ve gotten some really good ones but they’re just not what I’m looking to write rn

[tcfactory]

I need to straighten out my tags, but if people haven't noticed yet: hi, I'm falling pretty hard into a danmei rabbit hole.

Still loving ffxiv! Never abandoning those blorbos, they give me so much joy you wouldn't believe it. But most of my faves have been phased out of the MSQ (don't get me to start talking about Zenos because I'm still angry about how he was handled), I have mixed feelings about EW (the emotional beats hit, for the most part, but when I got thinking about it, some parts of the story really didn't work well for me, especially gestures at everything Hydaelyn and her bullshit) and right now we are facing like a half-year content drought so like...

...yeah. Interests wander. And I want to be more active about posting stuff. Maybe ramble once in a while. Share ideas that I don't have the spoons to write right now, maybe they end up inspiring someone or just entertain them in case I ever get around to writing them. That sort of thing.

I have some interest in BG3 stuff too, but my interests there are like. 300% tied up in this very self-indulgent reincarnation into time travel fix-it AU Emperor/Ansur fic I'm working on and the fandom as a whole really didn't endear itself to me, so I probably not going to make much noise about that save for reblogging some art. Idk

Anyway, I'm kind of rereading SVSSS because it's one of the few books I have on my e-reader, so it's perfect to read in-between classes and I got infected with all the brainrot - QiJiu, MoShang, I would sell Tianlang Jun for a cornchip and listen to him whine about it for the next century, that sort of thing. I'm still warming up to Bingmei, currently kinda lukewarm on the guy. I have a kind of embarrassingly long outline for a potential fic I might share if I ever work up the courage to it, it has literally everyone in it shadjfjsahfgds.

And I really need to read Devil Venerable again. And yell about it. And maybe draw for it, like a lot. I heard before I picked it up that Cyan Wings writes really good funny books and like, hell yes, 200% can confirm. Also this is the most ace xianxia novel I have read - admittedly haven't read that many yet, but still, damn, hats off to the author. Peak "Wtf is this romance shit?" "Idk, but you can't stab it so it's not my problem." vibes. Someone please give Zhongli Qian a raise, my guy is doing so much work to be the one sane, rational person in this mess.

[hoodie-buck]

idk if anyone’s started this yet, but i’m really excited about this wip, so here’s more from my wedding au 😌 💍🤵🏼🤵🏽

“Now tell me, what’s going on in that big head of yours?”

Buck huffed out a small laugh. “That’s what Eddie always says.” There was something like adoration mixed with sadness in his voice, Maddie wishing she could take the last part away.

“Well, we both know how stubborn you are, that’s for sure.” Maddie wanted to lighten the mood, Buck letting out a half smile.

“I—I really need him right now Mads.”

Ok, that was something she could easily fix. Maddie began to stand then, telling him just so.

“Let me go get him then. I’m sure he’s around here somewhere,” Maddie said with a playful raise of her brows. Buck quickly yanked her back down, shaking his head firmly.

“No! I can’t see him Mads. Its’s—it’s bad luck.”

It was just an old myth as far as Maddie was concerned, but she understood all the same.

“Ok, no Eddie then. Is there something else I can do for you then?”

She would do anything for her brother, especially on his big day.

“I—” Buck started, then stopped, shaking his head before dropping it into his hands.

“It’s stupid.”

Her brother had made many stupid decisions in his life, but he was not a stupid man; ok, maybe sometimes.

Maddie reached a hand out to place over his wrist, tugging until she gained his attention.

“Whatever is on your mind isn’t stupid. I’ll still love you and so will Eddie.”

That got another smile tugging at his lips, Maddie smiling triumphantly.

Buck sat up again, letting out a weighted sigh as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“It’s just—I feel so…overwhelmed? I just love him so much Mads, and I—I don’t wanna mess anything up.”

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[akielzx]

are you able to do multiple characters?? eo uhh maybe the life makeover bois react to female reader being like they needed to organize their shoes until they pull out a box abt to propose? :D thankss

bro i gotchu, i gotchu, i just recovered from my wirters block so this miht be roughy :sob: i wrtoe this at 12am so i dont know what im thinking at this hour, also english inst my first lnaguaneg so its a bit rusty in terms of grammar

you're the one i want ！✦

＃；headcanons, gerald x reader, roy x reader, larry x reader, shawn x reader

tags // bro might be ooc to larry cause idk i havent done much analysis with him im so sorry pooks, female proposes first, slight crack, rough writing, also it's short since this is supposed to be hcs not a oneshot susan, [yeah i see you complaining on my shawn x reader hcs post, you know who you are]

ok so hear me out

the two of them decided to propose at the same time.

the atmosphere was slightly weird.

she was giddy, yet fidgeted from time to time, but she managed.

he, on the other hand. was nervous. i mean, sure she was too, but he was more nervous than she was.

his hands were slightly clammy and would be embraced by the cold sweat if they weren't occupied by her hand.

they were out on a balcony from a restaurant, and she and he decided it would be great timing.

since she wore a slightly oversized cardigan since it matched her outfit. it had pockets inside, so it was also the perfect thing to wear so she can hide the box.

"hold on for a second ger, my shoe seems a bit messed up-"

[name] slightly grunted before bending down in her seat. due to physics, the side of the cardigan went down together. she then 'dusted' her shoe and fixed her shoelaces while the other hand went in and grabbed the box.

she slid the box into her sleeve and sat up straight again. "so-"

"can you hear me out for onee second?"

gerald couldn't help but the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile. he always liked hearing his dearest out even if it's a silly thing. he then proceeded to nod and was caught off-guard when [name] took his drinking glass.

she giggled and stood up close to his seat. she then put the glass back down and proceeded to, 'slightly trip'. "oh. woops sorry.." [name] then looked down and got on one knee.

"ehem- gerald. will you, accept this, uh. lustrous- okay. that-"

[name] coughs in her sleeve and shakes her head, "nevermind. gerald, will you marry me..?"

...

...

..?

"..pft.."

"hey.. i didn't know how to do this in a not so awkward way.."

"..well if that was the case, thank you."

"huh?"

"for making this not too awkward. i think we both know the answer to this."

gerald stands up and gently pushes the chair beside and kneeled down. "will you also marry me?"

~ yes. of course i will! ~ wedding/engagement rings

both of them were probably in an amusement park.

[name] she has the ring on a necklace so that way it could be prepared.

it was nothing too extravagant, just a simple ring

as they got their ice cream, they both decided to sit down near a tree shade.

mf, [name] had a skort on, but whatever you do you [anything you're comfy with]. had a jacket on that had pockets on the inside once again lol.

[name] leaned on roy's shoulders. he tensed at first and relaxed before turning his head in [name]'s direction and pecking her cheek before looking away.

lmaoaoaooaoa he;s so babygirl

"hey roy?" roy hummed, indicating he was listening to her. [name] stood up and walked over to where roy was facing at. she squeezed his free hand and cheek, grinning.

roy's face softened, grumbling slightly. "is that all dearest?" [name] shook her head and engulfed him in a hug. he slightly melted at the contact before wrapping his free arm.

[name] pulled back and she pecked roy's lips. "love you." his lips tugged into a smile. "i love you too.." [name] grinned childishly before crouching and totally arranging her shoelaces,

she knelt down for a bit, making roy curious why she just knelt down when she was arranging her shoelaces. she said,

"roy. let me be your forever, and i promise, i'll be here with you."

{ huh.. i was wondering when, but you beat me to it then. you'll be mine, and i'll be yours. } wedding/engagement rings

teehee

so. both he and [name] were outside, exchanging next novel ideas.

and sipping mmm caffeine yeahh

larry would most of the time steal glances at [name] whilst she gave him her opinions.

oh no! a cat splashed mud on [name]'s shoe, seems like she has to wipe it off

operation fake getting your shoe dirty, failed.

operation going to wipe the 'dirt' off, successfully failed..??

operation proposing, on going-

"and then-" [name] then get cuts off by a cat meowing. "aww.. cat!-"

...

the cat jumped on a muddle and specks of it got onto [name]'s shoe. she irked a bit before sighing, slightly relieved she didn't have to lie much having imaginary dirt on her shoe so she has to wipe it off.

larry coughed to hide his amusement. [name] glared at him before pinching his thigh. "ow-" he slightly 'winced' wanting to give [name] his 'pained' reaction to amuse her.

"don't larry. don't." [name] rolled her eyes before slouching and brought her foot close to her and wiped the specks of mud. she then wiped her hand and got up.

this action caused larry to raise one of his eyebrows. "hey.. where you going?" [name] replied, "i just wanted to stretch, we've been sitting here all day longg."

he chuckled as she exaggerated some words. [name] then knelt down and fixed her shoes before looking at larry and fixed her position making it seem like she was gonna propose.

haha.

right??

"larry. will you be the one who'll stay by my side thru everything?"

( he stayed silent. not expecting this. "ha.. will i? ..of course." ) wedding/engagement rings.

hey bb shawn mendez

he probably had this paper ring he tried to make to give you

mf failed, it looked like a shitty crumpled-up paper just shaped into a circle.

would deffo hide his face when [name] brings it up

[name] and shawn were behind a building just sitting beside each other since there was this lobby i guess

he's clinging onto [name] much.

like, really much.

he's sitting on her lap and resting his head on [name]'s shoulder.

[name] was caressing shawn's back with one of her hands while the other was on shawn's hair. she spoke in a soft tone, "love? can you get off me for a bit?"

shawn grumbled, not really wanting to get off his childhood friend, now partner. "..i don't want to." he embraced [name] tightly. "love, please? my shoes look disorganized."

he pouted and [name] could practically feel it. "..please?"

"fine." shawn groggily got off [name] and she thanked him silently; mouthing thank you. she fixed her clothes before slouching forward to fix her shoe.

[name] carefully; subtly got off where she was seated and said something random to get shawn off-guard for a second. "bananas are considered as berries you know?

"..what?" [name] then quickly knelt down in front of him and got a box out of her pocket. "shawn, this is risky, i know. but, will you marry me..?"

| he tensed up, not knowing what to do. "i.. maybe..? i-" he took a sharp breath, "if it's with you.. then i'm willing to risk my career for you." | wedding/engagement rings..?

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omg. im done. FINALLY.. YES. also, will do another two[?] requests in my inbox; fandom: saint spells [also its been a month help sorry]