#no idea if I'll pour my thoughts out onto Tumblr again

[cherrysandcats]

Am bored

Want to start parody blog

No idea if I need to do some sort of ritual for that

Goodbye! 💕

Here's a diamond turtle my phone's keyboard created

[uglypastels]

okok I've had this idea brewing in my filthy mind for a few days so imagine sanji discovering camgirl! Strawhat reader and becomes kinda obsessed?? Maybe one day she wears something of his(maybe a ring or his shirt) live and he goes absolutely feral and has his way with her??😵😵💫

I took out the camgirl aspect because I just wasn't sure how to incorporate it into the universe?? (I'm still new to it, so trying to figure out the dos and don'ts haha.) but I hope it's still good.

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warning: 18+ content. MDNI. simp sanji. masturbation. suggestive language and actions. light biting.

Laundry Day.

'Can someone remind me again whose brilliant idea it was to fight the giant squid?' You looked down at yourself, stiff as a board, as you felt every inch of your body to be sticky with black ink.

When you looked up again, the rest of the crew had all found a sudden interest in the most mundane parts of the ship, not daring to meet your deadly glare.

'Thought so,' you mumbled. 'I'm gonna go change.' Awkwardly, you made your way downstairs to the bathroom to try and wash off the black goo the sea monster had spewed onto you. You scrubbed for what felt like an hour, with the stains just never seeming to seize. The water poured down your body, slowly turning from a black abyss into a drabby grey until it finally recovered to its natural clear state, and the smell of fish was exchanged for your hair conditioner and body scrub.

stupid. fucking. squid. You kicked around your thoughts as you got out of the shower, nearly falling over in the process.

Too tired to cross the ship to your room, you instead walked to the small laundry cabin that was next to the bathroom and picked up the first pair of shorts you found and a button-up shirt to throw on.

You had thought it was one of yours, always being fond of having some larger piece of attire to throw over a short sleeve, but you soon realised your mistake when you entered the kitchen.

Sanji was in the middle of setting some water to boil, glancing up at you from his work with a soft smile. That smile then quickly froze in what you could only describe as a shock.

'I know I look like a mess,' you sighed, reaching over to the cupboard where the crew kept their hardest liquor. The day just called for a shot. Or three.

'Not the words I would use.' Sanji said, the clicking of the gas stove intercepting him, 'Is that- is that my shirt?'

You glanced down, noticing the blue striped pattern on the material and the actual tailoring of the shirt as opposed to the ones you were used to wearing.

You cursed under your breath. 'Sorry. I'll go change.' You began unrolling the sleeves, already seeing how they started to crease.

'No,' Sanji coughed out. 'It's fine. Honestly.'

'You sure?' You looked up at him apprehensively, but he just shrugged and continued on cooking.

You poured yourself a drink and made yourself comfortable opposite Sanji, enjoying the show that was his meal prep.

'Where's everyone else?' you asked as he began chopping up vegetables.

'Uhm, probably sleeping off the squid,' he chuckled, focused on the ingredients. As he kept going, you realised his answers kept getting shorter and shorter with each question. What usually would be full of quips and flirtatious remarks was cut down, blunt, like the edge of a dull knife.

And at first you had brushed it aside as him concentrating on his craft, but the longer he cooked, the more noticeable it was how he avoided your gaze. Even when talking, he didn't dare look up.

'Are you really ok with me wearing this?' You asked eventually when he was done and washing his hands in the sink.

'Of course, darlin',' he wiped his hands on a towel. He was about to turn around, but you saw the moment as your chance and swiftly slithered by his side. He stumbled back slightly in surprise.

'So why have you been ignoring me for the past hour?'

'I haven't,' he slipped by you elegantly and got to packing up the prepared food into storage boxes.

'But you have-- you didn't even look at me until now.'

'Sorry, sweetheart. I was working.' Usually, his saying something like that would make you think things were back to normal, but he seemed nervous, and before you could say anything else, he excused himself to his cabin.

Confused and a bit flustered at the sudden departure, you stood in the kitchen for a moment. You had planned on going upstairs, to get some fresh air, when Luffy stormed into the room.

'Ah!' he exclaimed, 'glad to see you're back to your ink-free self.'

'Yeah, thanks, Luf.' You took another shot quickly and watched as the captain raided all the cupboards. 'Watcha looking for there?'

'The tangerine cookies that Sanji made yesterday. There should still be some here.' He stretched his arm out to pat around the back of the highest drawer.

'You sure you didn't eat them yet?'

'Nooo,' Luffy looked at you sternly. 'Because I put them there specifically so I wouldn't eat them earlier.'

'Right,' you nodded. 'Well, Sanji had been busy around here, prepping lunch for tomorrow; maybe he moved some things around,' you suggested. 'You could go and ask him.'

'Aaah, I could,' Luffy wavered, 'but I was hoping to do this without Sanji's help.'

'Did he ban you from the kitchen again?' After the last incident of Lufft stuffing himself full of snacks right before dinner, the cook had given him strict orders not to eat an hour before meals. Looking at the clock, you could see it was closing in on dinner time.

Luffy scoffed, which only confirmed your assumptions. With a sigh, you got up. 'Fine, I'll ask him. But he might be asleep, you know.'

'Thanks. You're the best.' Luffy said, arm the length of the room as he opened cupboard after cupboard. You just rolled your eyes and made your way to Sanji's cabin.

'Hey, Sanji,' you knocked softly, unsure if he had maybe decided to take a nap. With no response from the other side of the door, you tried again. You thought to just let it go and leave him be, but then you heard the clashing of the pans in the kitchen, followed by a Luffy 'I'm ok!' and knew that you needed an answer for your captain. These were desperate times.

'Hey, Sanji,' you opened the door. The only thing you had really seen was the shape of his body splayed out on the bed, and it was more of an instinct or a gut reaction that told you that you should not look any further. So, quickly apologising, you shut the door again as Sanji cursed out in shock at the door opening.

'Sorry!' You shouted through the door, simultaneously trying to comprehend the blurs of your vision and trying to forget anything you might have seen. He wasn't... no, that wasn't... no.

There was some stumbling coming from his room, followed by a few more curse words. You didn't know why you were still standing beside his door, but he certainly didn't expect you to have stayed there, and so, when he entered the corridor, your bodies practically collided.

'I didn't see anything!' You blurted out before Sanji could say anything. Both your faces were wide in horror. 'I swear- I just,' you made the mistake of taking his appearance in. His shirt was untucked from his trousers, belt unbuckled and hanging at his sides. Oh god. 'I just... I was wondering where the tangerine cookies were. The ones you made yesterday.'

He was still hard. Most of it was hidden by the layers of clothing, but there was no denying it. You did your best to keep your eyes on his face as he listened to you blurt out words like a maniac, but it sure was difficult as all the puzzle pieces came together.

'They should be in the left cabinet, bottom shelf. Behind the baking ingredients. I hid them so Luffy wouldn't eat them before dinner.'

'Good thinking,' you laughed, probably a bit too loud for the situation, but the nerves were getting worse by the second. 'Well, bye then.' And with that, you ran off to the kitchen, leaving Sanji in all his unspeakable glory behind.

In the kitchen, you were met with Luffy picking up the pans he had dropped and Nami looking at him with what could only be described as disappointment. Without acknowledging them, you walked over to the left cabinet, opened the bottom half of it and searched the bottom shelf for the box of leftover cookies, slamming them onto the counter. Luffy immediately lunged forward to them, oblivious to your shocked state, but the navigator was a bit more perceptive.

'What happened to you?' she asked, declining the offer of a cookie from the captain, who already had two in his mouth.

'Nothing,' you shook your head.

'You look like you've seen a ghost.'

'I didn't! I didn't see anything!' Nope, nothing at all. You definitely did not see that. Or how big it was... or how his hand looked wrapped around it... or his face when he- NO.

'Hey, is that Sanji's shirt?' Now, Luffy decided to be observant. You looked down at your shirt as if you had only now noticed what you were wearing.

'Oh, I guess it is.'

'He must be having a field day with that,' Nami snickered, to which you looked at her confused. She, in turn, rolled her eyes 'Like you haven't seen the way he looks at you on a regular day.'

'I- no?' you blinked, trying to grapple with what she was talking about.

Nami just shrugged before grabbing the last cookie from Luffy's hand and walking out of the room. If you thought he would be aware of anything that you had just talked about, you would have asked the captain if he knew what Nami meant by her comments but instead just contemplated on it all by yourself.

Against all your survival instincts, you walked back in the direction of Sanji's door and knocked again. This time loud and clear. There was shuffling coming from the other side, and a second later, the door opened to reveal Sanji. His lips were pulled in a tight line of a smile as he looked down at you.

'Hey, can I come in?' you asked softly.

'What?' Sanji asked before the initial question properly connected in his mind. 'Uhh, I don't think that's a great idea.'

'Sanj, we should talk about what happened earlier.'

'Do we, though?' His voice raised in pitch nervously, but you just glared up at him, unimpressed.

'Sanji, please just let me come inisde.' You pushed out any thought that just burst through your mind that did not have to do with the current situation, but it was hard to see the images of what you saw in his room before were still very much playing over and over in your head.

In the end, Sanji gave in and opened the door for you. As you walked in, he stayed behind you, hand running nervously through his hair, as he spoke: 'Listen, I'm really sorry about... everything that happened today, really.'

'You have nothing to be sorry for.' You turned to face him. 'I'm the one that stole your shirt and stormed into your room unannounced.' It was his room. He had the right to do whatever he pleased in it.

Sanji laughed awkwardly, looking away to the far side of the room, but even then, you caught how his eyes glanced and slightly lingered over your body. The blue-striped shirt still hanging over it.

You, in the meantime, fought the urge to look at his body, combined with the memory of what you had caught him doing.

Maybe it was the few shots you had taken earlier to forget about the giant squid attack that instead did nothing you had hoped for but only made you bolder as you asked: 'were you thinking about me?'

'What?'

'You know, earlier. When I walked in. Were you... thinking of me?'

'Shit, don't make me say it.' He combed his fingers through his hair. You walked over to him, closing the gap between you lightly.

'Why not?'

'Because I don't want to make things weird between us.' His jaw clenched as you came towards him, and you couldn't help but laugh at what he had to say.

'Oh, it's definitely too late for that now. Things are already weird.'

'Super weird, aren't they?' he asked softly, strangely intensely.

And so, when you responded, your agreeing words were only as hushed as he had been, too focused on each other's proximity. The two of you stood there, frozen between actions, taking each other's bodies in at the new lack of distance until Sanji took the final step over the edge, kissing you with his hands on cupping your cheeks.

You stumbled back at the force, steadying yourself when you caught onto the shirt he was wearing. One of his hands moved down to your waist, guiding you to his bed until the back of your knees hit the wood, and you lightly fell back.

Sanji placed himself over you, and as his weight pressed over you, you could feel his hard-on through his trousers. A curse fell from his lips when you reached for it and your fingertips moved over the material.

'You've been drivin' me insane the whole day, walkin' around in that shirt.' He said as he began leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

'Figured,' you couldn't but be a bit smug about it, which he did not seem to appreciate given the pinch of his teeth you felt on your sensitive skin.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer to you, trying to get some, friction out of the movement as he pressed himself against you.

'Cocky are we?' He smiled into his kisses, and at this point, all you could do was nod in agreement.

Sanji kept himself up over you with one hand as he used the other to unzip your shorts. One-handed and without a clear view, taking them off turned out to be a bit more of a challenge, far more awkward than expected when you tried to shuffle out of them, but his touch on your skin made up for it by tenfold.

You were about to make a start on unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing when Sanji stopped you. 'No, keep it on.' and kissed you before you could make any other snarky remark on his behalf. But when he pulled away again, though slightly dazed by the passion, you still managed to comment.

'If this is the treatment I receive for stealing your clothes, I might just do it more often.'

To this, Sanji groaned through his teeth. 'You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart, I swear.

[oleander-nin]

Smoke and Mirrors(Bakugō Katsuki x Reader)

A/N, not important: Oh wow look, something I forgot to ever post(jk this was written b4 I had a tumblr). Uh, sorry about it, I just felt like y'all needed to suffer too. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: old writing, female hinted(sorry), reader puts on makeup, seriously I wrote this a long time ago, Bakugo being a jerk, rejected confession, badly written sad, not beta read, honestly I haven't read this since I last wrote it like 2ish years ago

Words: 1100

Summary: Yes or No may be the normal answers to a confession, but Bakugō can always find something worse to say.

Just being near Bakugō Katsuki was intoxicating. The way a slight smell of caramel and smoke drifted from him, the way his bright red eyes shined in the light, the way his facial expressions changed as he was thinking things over. Even his brash, can-do attitude enticed you. There were so many factors pulling you into him. Not that any of this mattered to him though.

"Hah! How could I ever love someone as useless as you? You’re worse than Deku, always blabbing on and on about stupid things and being such a crybaby when you get scared." He said, mocking you. The same ruby red eyes that once drew you in were now throwing you out, flashing with anger and disgust at you merely being in his presence. How rude can this guy get? All this hatred for a simple confession? Tears started brimming at your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, not particularly wanting to break down in front of him and have his opinion about you being a crybaby be confirmed.

"I'm sorry if my confession offended you, just thought you'd wanna know." You retorted, turning on your heel as you left the classroom, wiping your eyes as you went. "Sorry for wasting your time Bakugō, it won't happen again".

"It'd better not! Come near me again with any sappy stuff and I'll blast yer brains in!"

Whoever said 'the worst they can say is no' has obviously never met someone like Bakugō. All you could do is hold in your tears as you walked away from class 1A and back into your dorm room. You were so glad you decided to do this at the end of the day and not during lunch like you originally planned. Your pace turned into a borderline run, wanting to go to your dorm room as soon as possible. You open the door to the 1-A dorms as the dam finally breaks, tears running down your face as you walk in.

Fortunately, Tsuyu and Uraraka were the only two people in the dorms at the moment. Unfortunately, they were in the dorms at the moment and witnessed you walk through the dorm like the mess you are. Both of them turn their attention away from the television and onto you, your face red and puffy from holding back the tears now pouring down your face.

***

Tsuyu and Uraraka trying to comfort you was a really sweet gesture, and it was kinda helping. Not really, but it's the thought that counts. You stared at the ceiling as they consoled you about the harsh rejection Bakugo gave you.

"It isn't like his opinion really matters, you'll get over him soon enough! Plus, now you don't have to worry about whether or not he likes you, so that's nice. And you shouldn’t be worrying much about dating anyways, we're just first-years.” Uraraka says cheerfully. You appreciated her trying her best to comfort you, you had no idea what you would do without her here to help. Cry probably, but that's beside the point. You were a bit jealous of Ochako though, not that you’d ever admit it. She never has to worry about Midoryia insulting her when she finally gets the courage to confess to him. 

Tsuyu nods her head in agreement with Ochako. “He was a big jerk, ribbit, but now you know just how big of a jerk he was, so it might be easier to lose the crush on him, ribbit.”. You groaned and turned over, shoving your face into your soft pillow. 

“Maybe you guys are right. I might be able to get over him now. I wish I didn't have to though. Hearing him say all that really hurt.” You said, although your words were a bit muffled as you haven't removed your face from your pillow just yet. Tsuyu nods in agreement to your last statement, rubbing your back comfortingly. Both Ochako and Tsuyu leave, but not before giving you a few more speeches on how amazing you are, and how Bakugou never deserved you anyway. It felt nice to know they cared about you, even if Bakugou didn’t.

Your eyes felt heavy as you thought about the day, silent tears falling down your face as you came to terms with the fact that your crush called you useless. That he thought no more of you than the dirt under his boot. And as much as you hate to admit it, it hurts. It hurts so, so very bad.

When you finally fell asleep, your eyes were red and puffy, your lips swollen from being chewed and bitten so much to try to keep quiet. And if a few sobs escaped despite your valiant efforts last night? Well, nobody has to know.

***

Waking up was hard in the morning. Well, it always was, but today especially. Your alarm went off at a time that felt way too early to be right, your head feels like it’s being crushed in a vice, and your face was still hot and gross looking from all the crying you did last night. All in all, you felt like garbage. You dawdled your way through getting dressed. It isn’t like brushing your teeth a bit longer and more tired than usual really matters. Who really cares if it takes you a few extra minutes to get your tie right, your hands were feeling numb anyway. And so what if your makeup was really only partially done? Not like anyone would notice. You only were using it to cover up your face because it still had some evidence of tears.

The walk to class also took you longer than usual. Who could blame you though, with your headache and heavier than usual limbs? You barely noticed you were moving, and were surprised when you looked up to see the classroom door. You open it begrudgingly and trudge in, happy to have finally made it, but dreading all the schoolwork you have to do today. Iida’s all too loud voice welcomes you, and you know it’s with good intention, but you can’t help but glare at the unwanted sound that's now echoing throughout your head. You deliberately avoid eye-contact with Bakugo, choosing to look around the already familiar room instead. You plop down in your seat behind Midoriya, finding your notebook and a pencil so you can be ready for whatever Aizawa Sensei throws at you. You look at the back of Bakugo’s head one last time and close your eyes. Your friends were right, love really isn’t all that worth it.

[all-might-can-write]

hey guys! this is just a post to let my followers know that this account is officially going on hiatus.

i haven't posted anything here in over a year anyways, but still i felt like i should just make it official that i don't think i will be posting on this account any time soon. i don't want to say i'll never post again because i'm an incredibly impulsive writer and might just get the urge to write again next week. but if anyone wishes to unfollow this account, i completely understand!

i'm gonna go on a bit of a rant from here on out.

i can't believe it's been over four years since i started this blog, time really flies. i was very much into my hero academia at that time and i loved the characters so much that i couldn't stop thinking about them, hence i started a blog to write my thoughts out. sadly, now i just don't feel as engrossed in the story as i did initially and that's why i've lost most, if not all motivation, to write for those characters. i remember when i first started writing headcanons, ideas would just pour out of my brain and onto my computer screen. i had to write so quickly to keep up with the pace of my thoughts!

this blog will always be very special to me, because it was one of the very first times that i put my writing on the internet for anyone to see. and it was definitely the very first time that my writing got attention! i have bettered myself as a writer in the process of writing for this blog, and that will stay with me forever.

i have a ton of unanswered asks in my askbox from as long as four years ago. so if you are one of those people whose ask was never answered by me, i apologize!

safe to say that i will always be on Tumblr, writing for one fandom or another. so you might see my work again, just not for bnha probably. for those who wish to follow me on my main account, it's @joonijune. i won't be writing on there though, it just a blog i use to reblog everything and anything.

who knows what will happen in the future. with the way that the manga seems to be coming to an end, i might get inspired to write for bnha again, as a goodbye to the characters who were such a major part of my teenage years.

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello! Can you do a rfa+minor trio any type of angst with a happy ending? Love your hc!! They are amazing❤❤

RFA + Minor Trio with an angst scenario - happy end

Hey! So, this left so many possibilities open ahahhaha, I didn’t really know what to decide on! Hope you still like it tho! By the way, @annbourbon made me come up with a story. The request I was sent by them/ the story they told me made us agree on a request. Since I suddenly thought this could fit in well in this request, I decided to use their request for Jumin’s story. This was their request:

I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm new relatively new on Tumblr and I didn't know how to submit anything. I'm the girl whose dad almost makes her tortilla because of bad driving in middle of a flood. Can you make a story about Jumin Han driving with MC in middle of a flood? I'm imagining a full Fast and Furious while it's pouring and MC trying to calm down Jumin and he gets lost being so close to home. (?) or in a place they're supposed to know very well. I'm not sure what else to say. But whatever you do it's okay. I'll be just terrified and happy to survive.💀🤣

I hope both of you like the outcoming of all of the stories! Tell me your opinion, please!

Trigger Warnings, this writing contains mention of car accidents, stalking, breakups, fire, hospitals, children’s kidnapping

Jumin

,,Shouldn’t you rather call a taxi to drive you home?’’ Jaehee asked the both of you. The assistant was currently trying to help Jumin out of a situation no one knew of - Jumin Han was not only bad at taking pictures, the young CEO in line was also a bad driver.

He was just about to agree to that idea if you didn’t tell her that you would love to see your handsome husband behind a wheel.

Jumin, overjoyed by your wish, suddenly forgot that he didn’t touch the leather of the wheel for way too much time and instead smiled at you before he walked off with you to the garage of the big company, deciding that he would take a company car.

Jaehee, however, wasn't really sure if this was the best idea and instead decided to plan something on her own…

Jumin opened the door of the black car for you, making sure that you were seated comfortably in your seat before he walked around the car to sit down himself.

,,The seatbelt first,’’ he smiled, making sure that everything was safe for you, the most precious thing he cared for in his life.

,,I’m excited to see how you will drive,’’ you giggled, and suddenly Jumin remembered that he was actually a very bad driver.

Would you leave him for this fact?

Jumin decided to start the motor, just for the car to suddenly move forward and turn off again with a strong shaking movement.

You gasped and Jumin freezed.

,,Did you forget to leave your feet on the pedal?’’ you asked Jumin.

Ah, pedals, he needs the pedals too, true.

,,Sorry, I… I forgot,’’ he said, nodding to himself and stepping on the pedal before starting the car for the second time.

,,Let me bring you home, my love,’’ he said and smiled at you before his face turned all serious again, ready to take off to drive to your shared home.

,,Are you sure that…you know where we’re heading to?’’ you asked him, your voice trembling as you were trying to hold onto something.

The raindrops fell heavily on the black car while the windshield wipers tried to wipe away the water that made it impossible for Jumin to see anything in the darkness.

,,I think we should stop here and call a taxi, Jumin,’’ you gasped, sounding hysterical.

Jumin, however, not really realizing that he was putting your life in danger, kept trying to tell you everything was okay, even though the car broke down again because he stepped on the wrong pedal for the third time in a row.

,,No! We don’t know where the heck we are at the moment. You seem way too unstable to drive and I want you to NOW stop the car!’’ you hissed. For the first time ever, Jumin heard you yell at him and so of course, he had to look over to you with big eyes, while still driving.

A fatal mistake, the next thing you heard was a honk, Jumin drastically turning the car to your right and then an impact before darkness.

,,MC?!’’ Jumin gasped, as soon as he opened his eyes.

He could not move. He felt as if he was trapped.

His heart was beating like crazy as he quickly turned his head to his right.

,,Assistant Kang…?’’ he whispered. You were getting treated by Jaehee, who just put a bandage on your cheek.

,,I am thanking the Lords that I made someone drive behind your car, Mr. Han. Why didn’t you go directly home?’’ she asked the black haired man who was trying to understand the situation.

The both of you were currently stuck and firefighters had to open the car.

Luckily, neither one of you was seriously injured, something no one could really believe.

,,We were driving around in front of our home, Jumin. We…we were just too stupid to realize,’’ you groaned, annoyed.

Jumin was still feeling bad and embarrassed, but more than happy to see later on that you weren’t hurt anywhere.

,,I promise I will never drive again, my love,’’ he gasped.

Zen

,,We installed cameras, we hired Jumin’s bodyguards, we changed the keys, we went on private mode on instagram, and still these things happen! This isn’t normal! Please take care of it!’’ Zen hissed over the phone.

However, the police were still not willing to help either of you.

You were sitting on the couch, your arms around your knees as Jaehee was patting your back.

It was three in the morning, thank God you were still chatting in the chatroom with Jaehee and Seven despite it being way too late for you to be awake.

Only thanks to that, you could hear someone trying to break in and could wake up Zen and alarm the two RFA members in the chatroom, who immediately were on their way to yours and Zen’s place.

Luckily nothing happened, but the sick stalker who was haunting you for over a month now, was still able to leave a letter for you.

,,You look beautiful while you’re sleeping in the white robe. You shouldn’t stay awake this late,’’ the letter said, which was something that gave you chills.

,,Nothing! They won’t come!’’ Zen groaned angrily, tossing his phone to the other side of the couch while Seven was checking the door.

,,I brought some cameras with me. I will install them and then check on them. Whenever something seems off, I will be able to take action,’’ Seven said.

Zen’s eyes went back to you.

You were so frightened that you were even unable to cry.

,,Jagiya…I’m so sorry,’’ he whispered, taking the spot next to you and slowly taking you in his arms, making Jaehee stop comforting you.

You placed your hand on Zen’s before your eyes met his. ,,It isn’t your fault, Hyun,’’ you promised him.

,,I…I just hope that we soon will be able to find out who it is…’’

Days went by after the accident and nothing happened anymore for five days.

Thinking that the CCTV was able to make him give up, both you and Zen felt a bit better now.

However, you were still cautious.

,,I hate going to work on my day off. My work-life-balance is getting harmed!’’ he whined, putting on his pants.

You smirked, observing the skin of your boyfriend. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by Zen.

,,Wait here for me, princess,’’ he chuckled as soon as he saw your lustful eyes.

,,Wait here for me. Let me just take care of this problem,’’ the director said to Zen as soon as he arrived to have a meeting with the director.

The short moment, however, passed by and Zen was already waiting for his boss for half an hour.

Being woken up suddenly by the call, Zen’s eyes felt rather heavy and after blinking three times, he finally gave in, closing his eyes to take a short nap while waiting.

,,HYUN! HYUN, HELP ME! NO!!’’ - ,,MC?!’’ Zen gasped, his eyes wide open, trying to get adjusted to the light in the room he was waiting in.

Zen rubbed his eyes. His heart was still beating like crazy as he tried to check how much time had passed.

,,Half an hour, fuck you, honestly!’’ Zen cussed and took his helmet, dialing Seven’s number on his way out to his bike.

,,The camera has been hacked and off the whole day and I just realized now…!’’ Seven said. Zen could hear the aggressive keyboard hitting as his friend was probably trying to check why nothing was working.

This made Zen feel even worse.

His dream was making him go crazy and the worst was that after he cut the call with Seven, you weren’t picking up either…

,,MC?! MC, WHERE ARE YOU?!’’ Zen called as soon as he got off of his bike, not caring that his beloved bike just fell on the grass.

The door was open and you weren’t to be seen anywhere his eyes could reach at the moment.

He could feel himself not getting enough air to breathe, scared something could have happened while he was gone.

Zen barged into every room of the shared home the both of you had until he finally found you, scared on your bed while this man was standing in front of you.

Zen didn’t hesitate to jump on top of the stranger, crashing to the floor.

,,Hyun!’’ you finally cried out.

,,I got him, Princess, don’t worry,’’ he gasped.

Finally, the police arrived to take care of the stranger and Zen could hold you in his arms again.

,,No one will ever be able to hurt you, Mc. None will ever be able to scare you like that again…I promise, I will protect you.’’

Yoosung

,,This is just…I don’t know what to call it!’’ you said to your husband.

His face was red in anger as he just glared at you.

,,It’s childish, that’s it!’’ you told him, moving your arms up and down.

,,Okay, and what do you want me to do now?’’ Yoosung asked you, annoyed that you were once again so moody.

,,What I want you to do? Yoosung, for God’s sake I am your wife! You need to take my side! You have to sleep with me in bed at the end of the day, not with your mom! It’s not okay that she keeps making decisions for the both of us! It’s our marriage!’’ you repeated.

,,I understand you, Mc, but my mom is a very wise woman. She just wanted to give her advice. You’re my wife, but she’s my mother too! You can’t talk bad about her!’’ Yoosung defended her.

You gasped, as you never ever dared to speak bad about your mother-in-law, not in the past and neither in this discussion.

The reason why you and Yoosung were fighting at the moment was simply over the fact that his mother decided that you would celebrate New Years at her home this year, despite you wanting to have a new year with your family too.

Since it would be too stressful, you then said that they should all just come to your place. However, this wasn’t that good of an idea and that’s how the discussion found its roots.

Your mother-in-law wanted her children at her home and you wanted to see your family for once too.

Since your idea wasn’t welcome, you then said that you and Yoosung would have New Years separated. This however, was the worst you could possibly say.

After you and your mother-in-law got into an argument and Yoosung didn’t even take your side, the both of you kept arguing at home.

Now the both of you were standing angrily in front of each other.

You sighed as you looked away from your husband.

,,I don’t know if I can live with you like that,’’ you said as your voice was trembling.

Yoosung was still way too angry to realize your pain.

,,I…I don’t want to argue with my husband. This is not how I imagined my life,’’ you said as you were fighting your tears.

,,Don’t you realize that I also have a family? I’m neglecting my mother! I didn’t see my father, Yoosung! We never go to my family! It’s making me sad!’’ you hissed, hitting your chest.

,,That’s not true…’’ Yoosung suddenly mumbled. The blond boy looked to the floor as he adjusted the red glasses he was wearing.

He was suddenly all flustered as he realized that you perhaps were right.

,,But you don’t want to understand,’’ you whimpered and before Yoosung could stop you, you were already out the door.

Time passed, minutes turned into hours, Yoosung had enough time to think about the last discussion and all that was left in his heart was sadness.

,,Mc, please, please come home!’’ he whined as once again his phone call wasn’t picked up.

Yoosung, desperate at this point, nervously walked from one door to the other one.

A thousand thoughts haunted him, his eyes met the clock all the time, observing how the seconds passed slowly.

,,Lisa, what have I done…?’’ he asked the cat, slowly tearing up as he went on his knees.

He was scared that something happened, that once again he lost someone he loved. You wouldn’t jump from a cliff like Rika, would you? You were different people after all, but perhaps, what if you too, taken from your sadness, would decide to not return to him? 

Never ever?

His heart skipped a beat, he jumped up and took his jacket, ready to head out, hoping that he could still find you after he let you go in that state.

Suddenly, just when he opened the door, someone else was trying to push it open too.

Yoosung met your eyes, your swollen red eyes while he looked at you with big, surprised eyes.

,,Mc…’’ he whispered, his voice trembling.

,,Yoosung…’’ you hiccuped and hugged him.

Just now, Yoosung saw that a police officer was standing behind you.

It turned out that someone tried to rob your purse.

You fought back, but as soon as the adrenaline left your body, you became a total wreck.

Yoosung could only hold you while the police officer finished a few documents.

,,I’m sorry,’’ he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

What would have happened if the person had a knife? You would be gone from this world and your parents wouldn’t have even had the opportunity to see you one last time because of him.

Luckily, the argument was sorted out. Yoosung totally supported you and in the end, New Years was very fun at your guys’ house with even the RFA joining you…

Jaehee

,,What do you want for dinner?’’ Jaehee asked you while the both of you were cleaning up the coffee shop the both of you owned.

You stopped scrubbing the table and looked at the clock.

It was already so late and honestly, you didn’t really enjoy cooking. Besides, you already felt pretty hungry.

,,Wanna grab some takeout?’’ you asked her, looking over to her again.

Jaehee’s eyebrows went up, smirking at you as she was shaking her head. ,,Listen, who was the person who judged me years ago because of my bad eating habits?’’ she asked you, making you think of the times when you first came into the RFA, asking her to take care of her meals while working under Jumin.

,,Okay, you’re right…Maybe you could grab a pizza at the shop across the street?’’ you asked her.

Jaehee was still thinking of the old days. Back then she never thought that the both of you could come to become such a great couple. Starting a coffee shop with you wasn’t even an option at that time.

But the more Jaehee came to know you better, the more she came to feel attracted to you and the more she wanted to share her dream with you.

And even though she was scared at first, leaving Jumin and starting something totally new on her own, she knew that with your support, nothing would be impossible.

And indeed, years later everything turned out to be more than perfect.

Of course, it was also due to your studies.

,,Okay, then I will bring you a pizza,’’ she smiled and took off the apron.

,,By the way, the candles in the kitchen aren’t blown out yet,’’ she warned you.

Perhaps at the time, she should have blown them out herself.

Perhaps, if Jaehee would have acted differently, the big accident would have never happened.

But no one would ever find out because destiny wasn’t changed, but happened just like it was supposed to happen.

For some reason, you put away her apron, blew out three out of four candles, and put the apron just over the candle which was overseen by you.

Of course you just noticed the fire in the kitchen when it was too late.

And since this shop meant a lot to the both of you, instead of saving your life and running out, you tried to take care of the fire.

,,No no no no, please, this is Jaehee’s dream!’’ you cursed yourself and tried to not lose the whole kitchen into the flames, slowly putting yourself in danger.

You weren’t sure how long you were already trying to take care of the fire. Somehow, you lost track of time.

At some point, you even realized that there was nothing you could do and fell on your knees, crying uncontrollably.

,,So this is how I will die…?’’ you asked yourself, coughing as the smoke was making it harder and harder to breathe, making you slowly lose consciousness…

,,Please! I beg you! My girlfriend is in there!’’ Jaehee begged the fireman, her hands holding onto his jacket, the pizza on the floor, not edible anymore.

By the time she finally paid for the pizza, the fire had already spread too much and of course, the arrival of the firetruck was delayed even more.

There was no way that the men could now enter the building anymore, despite Jaehee telling them that you were probably still in the hot inferno.

Her tears were rolling down her cheeks as she gasped and sobbed louder.

There was no way she would let you die there, alone in that scary place. She promised you to stay by your side as you feared to stay alone one day.

And Jaehee wanted to at least keep her last promise.

,,YOU CAN’T ENTER THERE!’’ a fireman yelled when he noticed that Jaehee was getting ready.

The men were holding her back while Jaehee screamed your name, cried for you, and tried to get away from them.

,,MC!!’’ she yelled a last time, before the building was coming down. Jaehee just watched the building breaking down, her future with you as well.

So maybe her dream was a nightmare?

If she wouldn’t have tried to go for her dreams, would you be still alive now…?

,,A SURVIVOR!’’ a manly voice said, making Jaehee look up again.

Paramedics tried to help that little thing, black from the smoke.

,,Mc…’’ Jaehee gasped.

Perhaps, the dream that just turned into a nightmare, was more like a miracle…

Saeyoung

,,It’s the third day in a row and you are once again running a fever, Mc,’’ he said, the cold towel on your forehead as you tried to calm down.

You were feeling sick. You felt as if you would throw up any minute now and no matter what you did, nothing would help you.

,,Maybe we should visit a doctor,’’ he said and looked at the watch, debating with himself whether to bring you to the hospital or not.

,,Mhh, no, let’s wait for tomorrow,’’ you whispered, closing your eyes as your head was spinning.

You felt weak, sick, and tired.

The only thing you wished for was to sleep, but no matter what you did to get rest, it made you feel even worse.

By now, Saeyoung was worried that it was something severe, but you just didn’t want to visit a doctor yet.

,,Why wait more? You aren’t feeling well!’’ he argued.

,,Saeyoung, the hospital fee will be high,’’ you told him and turned your head to not see his face anymore.

Saeyoung suddenly had the odd feeling that you knew something he still wasn’t aware of.

,,Okay, let me bring you tea,’’ he whispered before he kissed your forehead and quickly headed towards the kitchen to prepare the tea.

However, he quickly noticed that you fell asleep.

Taking the tea back with him, which he wasn’t planning on drinking, he decided to instead reread the old background check he did back then when you first entered the RFA, noticing something odd.

,,What are these?’’ Saeran asked, behind his brother as he watched over the red-haired man’s shoulders.

,,I don’t know, but the data is locked. I can’t access the hospital’s data…’’ he whispered and suddenly, the fear of you being heavily sick just became stronger and stronger.

Whatever information he couldn’t open, it was surely something related to your sickness right now.

Without hesitating, the red-haired man entered your room and took you in his arms, waking you up.

,,What are you doing?’’ you asked him. Your head was still spinning and you just felt worse after sleeping for a few minutes.

You quickly gave up arguing with him and instead tried not to throw up in his care as he silently drove you to the nearest hospital.

Just after the doctor assured you that you were healthy and it was just a normal infection, he could feel rest assured.

,,Why didn’t you trust me when I told you that I was alright? I mean, I’m not going to pay that fee!’’ you hissed, regretting your reaction immediately after you felt a big headache.

,,I…there was data which was locked…’’ he mumbled, driving home as softly as possible, fearing you could really throw up in his car.

Later on, Saeyoung noticed that he didn’t open your data but Jumin’s, which was locked since he was a very important person…

Saeran

The young boy observed you as you typed something on your laptop, probably answering some emails for the RFA as you were in charge of preparing the next RFA Party.

Saeran, who had the day off, silently observed you.

Somehow he had the feeling that he couldn’t approach you and that you built up a high wall around you.

For the first time ever since he met you, he didn’t have the courage to speak to you, approach you, or ask you to go out with him.

Perhaps he wasn’t afraid of approaching you, but more-so feared the fact that you could possibly reject him.

,,Mc?’’ Saeran called out for you, his voice trembling.

Without looking up you nodded, signaling him to speak, making him even more nervous.

Saeran didn’t say anything, but just observed you as you kept typing on your keyboard.

At some point, you decided to look up.

You sighed as you looked at your boyfriend. ,,Why call me out and stay silent afterward? Say something if you call me,’’ you told him.

Saeran didn’t know how to feel about your words or the way you were talking to him.

Were you annoyed?

Was this the end? Did he somehow annoy you so much that you would now leave him?

Or were you already at the verge of leaving? 

Saeran put his hand on his chest. Everything was feeling so tight around there as his lips began to tremble.

,,No, sorry…nothing,’’ he mumbled.

As soon as you said these words, your eyes were once again down on your display.

Hours went by and Saeran didn’t really know what to do with his free day since you were so distant, so he decided to clean up your shared bedroom.

,,Huh?’’ Saeran gasped, holding a ticket in his hands.

Without thinking, the man approached you with tears in his eyes as he asked you what the meaning of this was.

,,Are you going to leave me, Mc? Is it because I failed to find Saeyoung? Am I annoying? Will you really leave me?’’ he asked you.

You were still kind of perplexed by his sudden rage before you looked closer at the tickets.

,,Saeran, how would I be able to leave? Like, can I even go to the past?’’ you asked your boyfriend who just noticed that the ticket fell just off from your decorated wall in your room.

,,I’m sorry, I should have told you to go on a date… or at least I should have helped you…’’ Saeran whispered when you were sitting in his lap later in the evening, explaining why you were so distant.

The guest you wanted to invite was a rather complicated one and you really needed him to somehow fight against the prime minister.

The two of you luckily sorted out the misunderstanding and at least were able to enjoy the last moments together that evening…

Jihyun

It all happened so quickly.

One moment ago, Lucy was holding Jihyun’s hand while you were looking at some baby clothes for your newborn.

And in the next moment, Lucy let go of her father’s hand.

Jihyun, who just watched you walking off since the baby had to be fed, thought that the little girl was going to walk with her mom.

However, he was wrong.

After you returned from feeding the newborn baby ten minutes later, the two of you noticed that the girl the two of you adopted was gone.

,,Where’s Lucy?’’ you asked your husband, your voice a bit annoyed as you hated it when children were left unattended.

Your eyes quickly searched for the girl with the brown hair as you were holding the mint-haired baby in your arms.

,,Didn’t she walk off with you?’’ Jihyun asked you back.

Just now, the both of you realized what happened.

Your face was filled with horror and panic as you immediately began to call out for Lucy.

,,How could you be so irresponsible?!’’ you hissed, feeling rage.

Your eyes were teary as you called out once again for Lucy.

You began to ask every stranger for the little girl who was with you just a few minutes ago while Jihyun was feeling guilty because of his mistake.

He quickly informed the staff.

People were positioned at all doors so that no one could possibly go without being seen.

However, the possibility that Lucy was already gone was high. Too high.

The panic hit you hard as you began to sob, Jihyun next to you, holding you tightly in his arms as he called Jumin to get some bodyguards to check the surroundings of the building of the mall the both of you were in.

,,What if they kidnapped her? Oh God, they- what if-’’ you didn’t dare to say it out loud, your head filled with worries. The more you thought about it, the more you lost hope.

,,MOMMY!’’ the girl suddenly exclaimed.

You quickly turned around, seeing a young woman walking with Lucy towards you and Jihyun.

,,LUCY!’’ you cried and ran towards the stranger, hugging your daughter, the baby still in your arms as you sobbed harder.

,,I found her with the candies,’’ the stranger explained before you thanked her ten thousand times.

Jihyun made sure to give the young woman a reward before he told everyone that Lucy was back again.

Since then, the two of you made sure to double-check who the children were with and you and Jihyun also apologized to each other…

Vanderwood

,,How does it feel being in love?’’ Yoosung asked out of the blue while you were preparing dinner. Saeyoung and Saeran looked up from their phones, trying to get new software on the RFA chatroom while Vanderwood tried to help you out with the food.

You didn’t say a word to the blond boy who was getting teased by the twins, something your boyfriend took as a warning.

,,Love is just an imagination,’’ you said to Yoosung after he told everyone who he had a crush on lately and how their dates went.

The long-haired man turned his head around to you, his heart beating like crazy as he felt hurt by the words you just said.

Even he himself had the feeling that the both of you were something special, had a special bond, and were deeply in love.

Hearing these harsh words from you, however, made him feel as if his love was one-sided.

And suddenly, the evening was just a horrible way of ending the day.

Vanderwood was in a bad mood and everyone could sense the sudden change of atmosphere.

Even you could sense that your boyfriend was suddenly different.

His facial expression showed you that he felt bugged by something, but you could never imagine that he was in rage by your comment.

You didn’t even realize that your comment hurt his feelings.

Just after the three boys left your apartment to go back home, you and Vanderwood had the chance to talk.

You guys had the chance to talk - he, however, chose a different way.

,,Why are you packing your stuff? I thought you wanted to stay over till Monday,’’ you asked him, putting the plates together.

The two of you still weren’t living together and so Vanderwood often stayed over.

,,I thought,’’ he said as he looked up, looking even angrier now, ,,you might need some time alone,’’ he finished his sentence.

,,Why would I?’’ you asked him, putting the things you had in your hands away, slowly approaching him.

Your heart was pounding very quickly and suddenly your fear of losing someone kicked in.

You were scared of making new bonds, but it was even scarier to let go of that bond, to know that the person you loved left you.

You couldn’t stand the feeling of being left alone, having the feeling that you weren’t good enough.

That you made a mistake, that you made that person go.

And Vanderwood knew well enough.

,,I thought, love is just imagination? This is what you told Yoosung earlier. I…I know that you hate to cut off bonds, that you’re scared, but I can’t live my life like this…’’ he mumbled, putting even more clothes in his bag.

,,Vanderwood, wait…wait!’’ you hiccuped, quickly grabbing his shirt.

Your hands were trembling. You were already crying and Vanderwood was suddenly worried if this was the right way.

,,Don’t leave,’’ you whispered, ,,don’t leave me, I can explain…’’ you groaned.

He stayed and quickly afterwards regretted his words.

In fact, you told him, crying in his lap, that Yoosung already told you separately about the person he was seeing and that the two of you had an argument because you were sure that the person he was seeing was just using him for his kindness.

,,I said these things to him because I wanted to tell him once again that what he feels isn’t true love… but loving the idea of being needed by that person…’’

The misunderstanding was solved quickly, however, Vanderwood felt even worse for causing you such great pain…

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30.04.2022 // 22:36 MEST

[mycelestialtears]

[Hello! Tea anon here! I wanted to request a cute little oneshot of maybe Illinois? Like when he’s all lovey dovey but the reader is busy or doing chores? But then after they’re done Illinois just scoops em’ up and cuddles them? Idk it seemed like a cute idea! - ☕️]

hi lovely! i'm so sorry, i can't directly reply to your ask for some reason!! my tumblr acts so strange sometimes... anyways, i am obsessed with this cute idea and i hope this finds you well. enjoy! <3

Busy

pairing: illinois x gn!reader

After a long day, you walk in to your messy home. It's charmingly messy, though. With Illinois' artifacts scattered here and there and the clutter of your hobbies spread out across the living room. All lit by the warm, ambient lighting that must stay dim for your comfort. You drag into your room, dropping your bags and your clothes of the day. After changing into something more comfortable, you decide it's time to get some chores done. You turn on some music and get to work.

The sun is setting. You're stuffing clothes into the dryer. The smell of fresh clothing puts a gentle smile on your face. That's when you hear the door open and the stomp of boots coming your way. You stand up straight, turning to meet eyes with your lover. "Hellooo Lovey" His deep, raspy voice calls out playfully. He has clearly had a day, by the looks of his dirty clothes and face. He holds out his calloused, overworked hands and you know he's coming in for a hug. You hold your hand in front of you, as if you were stopping traffic. "Waaaiit- not another step." You then point to his clothes. "No hugs until you get cleaned up." He frowns in a silly way. "Are you sure you don't want a hug right this very moment?" He comes closer, but you persist. "Yes, but no." So he backs off defeatedly, leaving to go have a shower.

You told him to leave his dirty clothes outside the bathroom door so that you could wash them. So, now you're standing over the kitchen sink, scrubbing his hat with soap and water, while his clothes tumble in the wash nearby. Using a cleaning brush and circular motions, you're focused, and in full on cleaning mode. The water dripping down into the drain is a burnt orange shade, due to the hat being saturated in dust and dirt. Illinois comes back, this time clean as a whistle. His wet hair dripped onto his broad shoulders and he smelled of something you would describe as "clean rain". The thought alone made you swoon in your mind.

"Now can I get that hug?" He stands close behind you, not to disturb your busy work. You keep scrubbing. "Yesss, go ahead, but only one for now." You lift your elbows to signal the go ahead. He quickly wraps you into a hug from behind, his hair dropped water along your neck, but you didn't mind. You smiled big. "Hey, that's enough, you're gonna make me get soap on the floor." You explain, and he huffs. Illinois let's you go and steps over to the kitchen counter beside you. He leans against it, watching you work. "You know, you don't have to do that. It'll be dirty all over again tomorrow." He tells you. You shake your head. "Well, I want it to be clean tonight." You pour some more soap on your brush and lather it up into suds. Illinois groans. "C'monnn, Teddy, I want a real hug." That nickname always painted your face red for some reason. He always used it when he really wanted to get his way with you. It worked most of the time. "Nuh uh. I'm very busy right now." You say playfully, finally finishing up the hat. You place it on a towel to dry and then wash your hands off. You shake them off to dry and then make your way to the dryer. Illinois follows you, picking you up from behind just enough so that your feet don't touch the floor. You wiggle in protest, but he doesn't budge. He places light kisses along your neck and shoulders. You let out a laugh. "Illinois put me down! The clothes are gonna wrinkle up!" You finally break free and escape to the dryer. "Alright, alright, fine. I'll leave you be. But I will get my love when you're done with all that. Don't think this is over!" He walks backwards into the living room as he talks. "I know you love me..." He finally says. You laugh under a breath, shaking your head. It's true.

After around twenty minutes or so of folding and hanging clothes, you feel accomplished. You make your way into the room where Illinois is examining an artifact. You assume he must have found it today. He sets it down carefully when he sees you standing in the doorway. "You're done?" You smile, nodding and holding your arms out. You know what's coming. Once again, you're met with a big embrace. He walks you to the couch, still holding you, and falls back onto it. He peppers your face with kisses. "I love you so much. So, so much. My Jewel." He gushes and you let him. It feels so good to be loved. "I love you too, Ill'. More than alllll the stars." You sit up, legs on either side of his waist. Your hands intertwine and he kisses the backs of both of yours. He grins a big, goofy grin like he always does. You feel your face getting warm again. God, you were hopelessly in love. "Holding you at the end of every day is the highlight of my life." He pulls you down into yet another embrace, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair. You sigh into him, feeling all of your cares melt away into his warmth. "You're my treasure."

[indimlights]

✨Merry christmas Cille✨

To: @birthdaysentiment 💛

-> From: @indimlights (Rodrigo)

Hi Cille! I guess it's up to me to kick off this "little" surprise but I don't even know where to start...

I remember really well the first time I saw a post of yours, I was still lurking back then and the moment I read it I felt so many things, things I don't know how to describe and that I never thought words could make me feel and I knew, I just knew that I had to see more. Fast-forward a couple of hours I knew your blog by heart, I had looked at so many of your posts and every single one was as amazing as the first one, as touching as the first one and as deep as the first one.

The meaning you put on words still gets to me every single day, you have such a way into them and don't even get me started on your music analysis. The moment I read the first one I was mind-blown! The things you catch, the connections you make between the music and the scene, the way you describe the scenes, it makes me go back, relive the moment and feel everything I felt the first time I watched it and all this just by... reading your words! If that doesn't tell me how amazing you are with them I don't know what will.

From that day I always wished I could talk to you, get to know the person behind the words, behind the masterpieces, behind the blog because you seemed like such a sweet person and now... After some time, I got that chance and I'm so happy I got it. You are everything I thought you would be and 1000x more, you are sweet, caring, smart, loving, wise, joyful and so supportive to me and to everyone in this community! You always spread love and that's so important and so nice of you to do, the way you write essays in the tags for everyone's posts just shows that! It's such a simple thing but means so much.

And I'm not even mentioning how talented you are with non-written posts because those are on another level aswell, I mean you always surprise me with your ideas and creativity and just knowing that whenever I come here I will have some sort of attack waiting for me just keeps me going and I love everything you do so much.

I'll never be able to thank you enough for being so welcoming when I barely knew anyone and for making me feel so much more comfortable here! Getting to know you better and to share this experience with someone like you has been a blessing and I wouldn't change any second of it, thank you for everything you have done and for always being so sweet to me. I don't understand what I did to deserve all that but that just shows again how wonderful you are.

I'm wishing you a merry christmas! Surrounded by everyone you love and that makes you happy because you deserve that and so much more, please never change, never stop being like this, a special and wonderful person. I hope you enjoy this surprise :) Have a wonderful day Cille 💛

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-> From: @remy3010 (Remy)

Hihi Cille��� I love your blog so much especially music analysis! I just fall in love with your music analysis since your first posts.

For me whose mother tongue is not English, it takes a while to read but I'd love to. Because these articles deserve more people to see (including me)！

I have read every article of yours, the content touches me all the time. (Sometimes I have a lot of words want to tell you, But I don’t know how to speak in English..sorry🥺so I give❤ and reblog)

Anyway, thank you for writing beautiful words and sharing with us! I hope you can keep this passion forever, and everything go well. May you have wonderful days my friend ❤

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-> From: @franboos (Francine)

hi bb cille,

wanted to tell u that i love u blog and the time u put into analyzing stuff is shhshdhdhdhd. queen shit. u seen so genuine to talk to idk, i get those nice, non judgmental, relaxed and cool vibes from u. lmao. pls stay on tumblr for as long as u can cuz i love ur posts. u notice such little things in clips from wtfock, like u have a very detailed eye miss hehe. i really want to get to know u more cuz i really think we could vibe v well together, and that’s on perioood 😌. i hope u have a great great day while reading this queen. never stop what you’re doing cuz ur great at it. i love you !!

many kusjes and knuffels*,

fran

(*knuffels means hugs but also stuffed animal in dutch, did u know that? otherwise now u do, nice isn’t it)

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-> From: @dagcutie (Pauline)

hey hey cille!!

I must admit i’m very much a fan of you and your blog

first of all, your posts? chefs kiss!! i mean your music analysis are amazing and so on point, your photo edits are always perfect and the colorings are so beautiful, your long text posts 'drabble/headcanon style' are so cute and always makes me so soft and emotional...

your love for black and white? that’s a big yes!! anyways everything you do is perfect!!

also can we take a moment to appreciate your person? i think we can and we must do it..

you’re always so supportive and kind, all the nice tags you let under peoples creations are so sweet!! I also could cry about how cute you are always leaving lovely messages to people inbox or coming randomly to them to say something nice.. you’re the most beautiful soul and a blessing for this fandom!! please never stop being you!! ily a lot, sending you all my love and i wish you an amazing day<3

knus og kys til dig💛✨

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-> From: @allee-sander (Tanya)

Cille, you are an amazing person. you are so kind and loving. every time i see you on my dash, my face lights up. you are a literal angel. you are loved and appreciated, never forget that.

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-> From: @tsjernobyl (Emma)

Cille, you are a genuinely kind and loving soul who's just on this site to talk about the things you love and spread a little joy and everyone can tell that the moment they go onto your blog. i've seen you be nothing but lovely to everyone you interact with and it's a real honor to be mutuals with you and interact from time to time. You are always one of the sweetest and most supportive people here, and i hope you feel that love flowing back to you at all times because you always have my warmest wishes and love!!!!!

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-> From: @dreamaur (Ann)

How does it feel to be so cool and sweet and supportive??? I love you and your mind and how you see so many details and capture them so well with words,,,queen keep going with your top tier analysis and text posts that make me emotional everything single time

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-> From: @annonymannonym (Alice)

Where do I even begin ummm ... well words may not be enough to describe such angelic human being that Cille is but today is about her *about you Cille* !♡! Honestly I’m so so happy and honoured and so grateful to have meet and know you and come along your blog and your amazing posts and edits , let’s s not forget about the masterpiece that your analysis is cuz I live for every single one of them ! Always so on point and touchy and so so emotionally, they give you a whole new perspective and point of view and helps you connect with the person that goes throught those feelings , helping you understand so much deeper the feelings and the emotions he experience in that right moment( so thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking your time and writing these it really shows how much passion and love you put on making these! they absolute helped me to understand and feel much more the meaning behind all these little moments you captured so so well and wonderful ! ) You’re always such a blessing here so lovely friendly so goodhearted and sooo on ... < insert here all the good compliments in the world > cuz they all applies to you ! Know that you’re so special and such a light a sunshine wherever you are and go , you always spread so much positivity and good energy and love and compassion and you support every single people your way comes along with and you shown so much respect and love and understanding ! Always with a wise and thoughtful mind and with the right words at you using them with so much care and mining fullness ! And your blog i love love love it the b&w aesthetic and your love for it owns my heart !! I adore your posts so much ( or ramblings or thoughts as you may call them but know they are so so much more than that its a way of yours to express yourself and open up and pour every feeling you experience and many people found themselves and feel with you , I find myself in them and resonate with them every time ! ahh and your tags that you write in every post are sooo sweet and cute i could read them all day long just coming on your blog and read them makes my day so much better ) they are such a good way to brighten your day and they put a smile on my face whenever i see you on my dash truly a blessing to have you here! Never forget how unique and special human being you are and every one who has you in their lives are very blessed to have you ! Never change being this beautiful inside and out but most importantly inside ! literally a tresure your soul is and must be protected at all cost so take very good care of it ! Don’t forget to always do what makes you happy and gives joy and peace and just you know that good feeling you have in your chest and heart whenever you do something you love and like with passion and joy. I could say so much more but maybe I’ll repeat myself cuz there are never enough compliments to say about how wonderful person you are! you deserve every single one of them ! I really meant every word i said from the bottom of my heart and know that i really apreciate and love all you do and I’ll be here to support you anytime! You deserve the absolute world and more!! love you Cille! ♡ Okey bye✿

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-> From: @robbesdriesen (Bianca)

Cille ~ such a lovely presence to see on my dash always!! Your support towards everyone in the fandom is more than appreciated and so is your love that you continuously aim to spread <3

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-> From: @happilyinsane (Dharaa)

Hey Cille 💕

Just wanted to say that I think you are really sweet and lovely. I see you everywhere on the tumblr. Wanna thank you for keeping this fandom alive during the drought and keep us entertained. I see your tags on people's posts and I always feel like you are so kind and sweet to spend your time appreciating people's work. Doesn't matter if its a photo or an edit or whatever. You are so nice to pay attention to everyone individually. You are such a good friend/mutual, always appreciating and sliding into their asks and just making their day a lil bit better. You definitely bring so many smiles on our faces. I am sure everyone is very thankful to have you in this fandom, I know I am.

I know we haven't interacted that much but thank you for sliding into my asks and giving me an opportunity to interact with you. You are the sweetest, baby. And I hope you like this whole thing that Rodrigo is doing, because you definitely deserve it. Keep lighting up our dashes with your posts, pls. Ilysm 💕

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-> From: @alwaysaneverland (Sarah)

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-> From: @theflowerisblue (Lola)

Cille! You’re such a present part of the tag! You’re always interacting and posting and I love reading what you have to say. Your music analysis are so interesting and I also think you’re really funny! I love your black and white aesthetic and most of all I love how supportive and positive you’re towards everyone!

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-> From: @fvae (Fae)

hi cille!! I'm really glad to have met you through this fandom and I hope you like the surprise!! I loved to read your song analysis because they're always on point and well thought of👌 💯  and your edits!! *chef's kiss*

sending you lots of love and hugs 💕💖💫

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-> From: @embeddedinmybrain (Tasfia)

Hi Cille! You are just a ray of sunshine!! And you are the sweetest and kindest person here. I loved following through with your wtfock music analysis posts bc everything you felt is exactly what I felt. They made me really emotional!! And of course I (and Sarah and Fae) appreciate your tags for moyo season so much. We wait for them and we read them to each other and we just love seeing your reactions to it. Your edits are incredibly amazing too and I love the colouring in them. You are just an amazing sweetheart and I’m so glad to know you 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

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-> From: @veerledejaegers (Soph)

Cille, you are very friendly and sweet, always insightful and seem like an incredibly lovely person that i hope i can get to know better ❤️(also love the black and white aesthetic)

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-> From: @sanderxrobbee (Semri)

Cilleeeeeeeeeeee loml!!!! Merry Christmas to you! I genuinely wish you all the best and I hope you get to spend all the holidays in the best way possible! You’re such a blessing to this fandom because you’re talented in every single way, whether it’s your writing or your godly Photoshop skills, oh and let’s not forget your dedication because you’re there all the time to brighten our days and make us smile. I haven’t known you for long, but I truly love and appreciate all you do and I’m grateful that you always take the time to compliment everything and everyone. You have no idea how much it makes me smile when you say my gifs are good because I’ve yet to learn a lot, but you are seriously one of the biggest reasons I haven’t given up the second something got too complicated. Where am I going with this? No idea. Anyway, I adore the fuck out of you and I’m happy to take part in this “project” because you really deserve all the love in the world. Once again, happy holidays!

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-> From: @hopelessromanticvirgo (Elene)

Talking about you Cille is making me always so emotional but I will try my best not to burst out from love and emotions. You’re one of the sweetest person here and I will never get tired of saying that.

We haven’t talked that much directly but I don’t need that to know you’re one of the greatest person here, I just know that for sure. I’m also sure about it because I can see the way you treat people? Even speaking about your tags? Like you take the time out of your day to make sure everybody gets love and everybody gets attention. You make all of us smile and I adore your tags on my stories. You can’t even imagine how many times I have reread your posts about it, like I crave it, I’m in love with it, it makes me feel so happy and so loved and I’m certain that everybody else feels the same way too. You always know how to make everybody’s day better and how to make them feel special.

And please, don’t even get me started on your posts! Your song analysis. Like I know I’ve told you this thousands of times before but I don’t care, I’m saying it again! The way you pictured and described all those songs and scenes!!! Like wow! I’d always reread your posts about that one specific scene after rewatching the season countless of times. (And you also did so many scenes!! I’m in awe and I’m emo from just thinking about it)

Watching clips were different but reading them with lyrics were a whole other thing. I just felt so connected with the whole story and scenes when I’d ready your posts. And connect scenes with the music and it was the best thing ever. Sometimes I still go back and reread some of my favorite posts of yours. I never get tired of it.

And you’re so kind and so sweet that I could write essays about it! Such a blessing to this world! I just love you a lot okay? Everybody needs somebody like you, somebody who shines from kindness and love and people around you must be so lucky who get to meet you everyday and talk to you!

Thank you so much for everything you do, for being you and for making my day better and making me smile every time you reblog my posts or every time I just see your username on my dashboard! It’s such a small gesture but means so much!

Thank you for existing, babe! I hope you’re gonna have a wonderful day! And I’m sending you the biggest hug and my positive vibes! I hope a smile never leaves your face! And I only wish the best things up onto you! I love you! ❤️❤️❤️

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-> From: @itubainaretro (Esther)

Cille, my queen!!! Hi, sweetheart! Just dropping by to say that I hope you’re having a good day, despite the situation that the world is in, and that you’re feeling happy, loved, cherished and warm today, because you’re you and you deserve to feel all the best feelings in the world! I wish you all the happiness in the world and that all your wishes come true too, because you sure deserve it! Thank you for being this amazing, inspiring, talented and sweet person that you are and that I’ve come to know a little bit in the past few months! I know we don’t exactly talk that much, but I want you to know that I love seeing you, your beautiful edits and your extremely heart warming “moments that live in my head rent free” posts on my dash daily! They all really make my days! Thank you for sharing your posts with us and making this fandom (and the world, honestly) a better place! You’re amazing and I’m really glad I pressed the follow button the day I did when I started following you! I hope this little message makes you smile today, babe! Best wishes and lots and lots of love,

Esther (itubainaretro) ♥️

PS: don’t forget to hydrate yourself, wear a mask and stay safe haha xxxx.

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-> From: @driesendotkom (Marie)

Dear cille,

the reason i‘m writing this is to simply say thank you. thank you for being such a stable part of the fandom. every time i go into the tag i know i will see you there and it makes me smile every time. i can’t tell you how many hours i spent reading every one of your song analysis. even now a year after season 3 ended i find myself going back to them now and then to reminisce and relive those moments all over again.

i also want to say thank you for being such a kind and welcoming person. you care so much about the people you are close to. you are so easy to talk to and you make the people around you feel comfortable instantly. you brought a little bit of hygge into my life and one more time i want to say thank you 💛

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-> From: @driesenrobbe (Becca)

my dear, sweet, cille! you never fail to make me smile and im beyond happy that we became mutuals! im sure i’ve already said this a million times before but you really do have the biggest heart and i couldn’t thank you enough for all the love and support you constantly share to everybody in the wtfock fandom. plus the talent you possess... girllllll i love seeing your edits and reading your posts (honestly your mind is just wowowowow, it’s on a whole other level of incredible and i hope you know just how wonderful you are). also the way you always write entire essays in the tags of other posts... like you really do take the time to make everyone feel so welcomed and loved, and I’m sending you an infinite amount of love and appreciation in return! you really are the sweetest, most caring person who deserves all the happiness in the world, an actual ray of sunshine! i hope you know how loved and cherished you are, and that good vibes are always being sent your way. Many hugs and kusjes, ilysm!!!! <3

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-> From: @mijnlief (Eline)

Dear Cille,

This year has been a weird one, but I do know that it has also been one of the best because of meeting you. In such a short time we became so close, and I am so grateful to have met you during these weird times. We are so alike in many ways and I love that so much. Our Skype conversations are my favorite and the essays you send me about my writing and just about me being me always make me feel happy and loved. You are the kindest and most generous person ever. I hope you know how special you are. I am so proud of you for everything you have achieved this year and for choosing yourself in situations where it got hard to make a choice in the first place. I know I tell you that everyday, but it doesn’t hurt to say it again right here. I hope this post makes you smile, because you deserve that so much for just being who you are. You bring happiness to all of my days and I can’t wait to hug you one day soon when everything in the world calms down again. I love you lots! 🧡 Eline

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-> From: @onzeziggy (Laurien)

My sweetest Cille, where do I even begin? I suggest we should just begin from the very beginning and I’m sorry in advance if this is going to be a long, sappy text! But now that I have the chance (shout out to Rodrigo) for saying everything I want, I’m not able to tell you how long this will take.

So Cille, I still remember very clearly the first time I saw your account appearing on my dash. It was a music analysis from one of the songs from season 3. I was so amazed by it, because I could imagine how much time it takes to make it and observe every little detail in a single clip. I immediately fell in love with the concept of it and one week later, when you posted another one, my mouth dropped to the floor. Another music analysis? From the same person? Who is she and how do I become her friend? After that second post, I immediately started following you and became your little fangirl. I don’t lie when I say I was waiting every week for a new update of your incredible music analysis nor when I say I loved every single one of them (and still do). I know I already said this a million times, but your words of telling what was going on in every clip, about the emotions present in them, and how the music blended all of it together… No one, and I mean no one could have done it any better! I will forever be grateful for those posts and I want to thank you once again for wanting to share them and your talent with us!

After the music analysis adventure, your picture edits catched my eye. I love them so so much and I also took some creation of it for making some myself. Still, I was this little fangirl, knowing your name is Cille, but also wanting to know so much more about the person behind one of my favorite blogs. And now, during this hiatus, I can say I’ve got to know you and I couldn’t be any happier about it! Starting with little comments in each other’s tags, having little chats in the comment sections to screaming about a possible drawing of Robbe from Sander on their one year anniversary. And look at us now, reblogging almost every post and writing essays in each other’s tags hahah! Honestly, it keeps me alive during these times and I’m so glad I can do this together with you! I live for your attacks! Aaaah now that I’m talking about an attack, the fact that you have a dimples post ready is making me so excited and I think about it every day! We both know what’s important in love and life and that’s Robbe’s dimples! But this right here shows once again what an amazing sweet person you are! No one on here has ever done anything like this for me before, so I can’t thank you enough for this and all the other things you did and still do for me! And the privilege I have to be able to call you my friend warms my heart <33

I’m going to end this with a little quote Robbe wrote in one of his Instagram posts. When I read it again a couple of days ago, I immediately thought of you and what we’ve been through together the last few weeks :’)) Once again, thank you so much for everything you do for me and for everyone here in this fandom and being the amazing person you are! You deserve the whole world for it!

“Sometimes it’s like we just met yesterday, but other days it seems like I already know you my whole life, I love you Cille!” <33

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I hope you enjoyed this💛 If you didn't know this community loved you yet (and I don't think that was possible), now you definetly do.

Extra: I'd like to thank once again everyone that took part it this surprise, you are all the sweetest for taking some time to write this and to help me with it! Thank you so so much✨

[chosenkeepersworld]

The Curses We Inherit - Chapter 6

Original Work

Date Posted: June 30, 2021 (Tumblr)

Word count: 1, 757 words

A/N: Work is unbeta'd but I do hope you'll still enjoy reading it. Comments are always appreciated! And if you can't wait to read what happens next, this story is also up on Wattpad (under username ChosenKeeper0971) but with way more chapters, I appreciate your support there too!

Thank you so much and happy reading :) Masterlist / Part 5

Sunlight streamed through the slit between the curtains, stretching toward the bed.

Danika groaned and squeezed her eyes shut tighter when the light hit her face, whining the blonde lifted the blanket over her head as she turned on her other side. Her head was pounding and the young woman could feel all her muscles ache. Her mouth felt so dry it was like there was sand in her mouth. Danika stretched her arm but froze when she felt a warm body next to her.

Panic coursed through her and the young blonde yelped and tried to scramble off the bed, but tripped when her feet got tangled up with the sheets.

"What are you doing?" a sleepy voice asked

The young O'Brien twisted until she could face her bedmate, she knew that voice well enough seeing as she spent an entire day yesterday with her.

"What am I doing?" Danika exclaimed "What about you? Why are you in my bed?"

Jacqueline sat up and yawned "The drinks last night really did a number on you didn't they"

"What?" it was not often that Danika would drink so much that she would get a hangover and forget the events of the night before.

Jac sighed "Alright let's start from after we left Krysa's shop"

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The sky was darkening when Jacqueline offered to drive Danika back to her aunt's house. Aileen had called her niece earlier to inform her that there was a business emergency and needed to return home. The blue eyed woman, overhearing the conversation and concerned for Danika's safety, volunteered to bring her back.

"You really don't need to bring me all the way home" Danika said, fidgeting in her seat.

Jacqueline backed out onto the main road "Absolutely not! You are my friend and I should at least make sure you get home alright"

Danika fell silent.

Friends. Majority of the blonde's life was propriety and phoney smiles, friendships were never easy or sincere. There was always a motive to someone's actions, it was exhausting to a child.

But now, there was this stranger with an easy smile and open expression offering friendship. A true and real friendship.

Maybe it was the exhaustion or the overwhelming feeling of loneliness that's been present since her childhood but Danika could only feel something light settle in her chest. She quieted, smiling in her seat as her new friend drove on.

They arrived at Aileen's home by dinner to which the older O'Brien invited Jac to, insisting all the while that the brunette should have something in her stomach before she went home. With that Aileen left them to rest and wash up before the meal, Jac was too stunned to make any protest.

The events of the day had been exhausting and Danika was in need of a good wine on days like this.

Much to the youngest O'Brien's relief her aunt felt the same way, or just took a look at her niece's face and thought she could use a drink.

Once the wine was poured Danika snatched up the glass and brought it closer to her face, sniffed delicately at the pale lemon colored drink then sipped. Danika closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure.

At the sound Jac and Aileen exchanged smiles before drinking the wine from their glasses.

Time and wine flowed as the moon rose higher and higher in the sky. The youngest O'Brien resisted, insisting on drinking more, trying her hardest to drown her emotions.

It wasn't difficult getting the glass and the fourth bottle of wine away from the drunken girl but Jacqueline, just as drunk or arguably more, had difficulty moving her limbs properly.

The two burst into Danika's bedroom with Aileen behind them, tipsy but still aware enough to get two young women into bed before collapsing into her own.

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It was officially day three of the young heiress' trip but she still had no leads and she was losing time. Danika was restless, during breakfast she was constantly fidgeting, playing with her food and refilling her water every time she took a small sip.

"Do you want me to talk to her or do you want to do it?" Jac whispered

Aileen sighed "I'll talk to her. I have an idea on what might be bothering her."

As the older woman stood up a ringing could be heard from from the entrance. "I'll get it" Jacqueline hopped out from her seat and headed to the front door, allowing the O'Brien women to have some privacy.

Danika lifted her head when she heard the taller girl speak but Jacqueline was already out of the room.

Silently, Aileen went over to her niece and set down two sets of cups and a steaming pot of tea.

Aileen poured the tea in both cups and pushed one toward the younger woman.

"Whenever I was feeling...off, my mother could always tell and would make tea to comfort me" she lifted the cup to sip at the hot drink "After dinner, and after you went up to your room, Jacqueline and I had a few drinks and she mentioned that you're looking for a 'very fancy necklace'"

Danika froze, her eyes were wide as she stared up at her aunt's face. The younger O'Brien had always kept her reasons for coming to the island to herself. Danika knew that the reason would be considered ridiculous to a lot of people.

"My mother told me the story too, Mo stoirín" Aileen reminded her gently. "She told the story every chance she could, during bedtime, dinners, family gatherings. It's impossible to forget. A prince makes a choice, the woman who loves him dies because of those choices and a friend who loved her curses him and his descendants' loved ones to die, forcing his entire line to feel the same way she did. Now that I think about it, it is not an appropriate story for children" she said thoughtfully, a sad, far away look entered her eyes.

Danika looked away, turning to watch the trees sway in the light breeze. She had forgotten that it wasn't just her who had lost someone important, everyone in her father's family had lost someone too. Her mind drifted back to Sean and Cara starting their own family and shivered.

The young woman turned back to her aunt "Do you believe it?"

Aileen took a long sip of her tea "Why does my opinion matter?"

"Don't you think I'm being ridiculous? Still believing in fairy tales after all these years" Danika asked

Aileen sighed "There are times when I do believe and there are times when I don't, but my opinion shouldn't matter. What's important is what this little quest means for you. Will you finally find peace after everything?"

Danika fell silent again, there were still things she had to think about.

Loud footsteps could be heard racing down the hallway and Jacqueline was back, panting "Hey, uh Danika you need to come with us right now. We might find a potential lead to that fancy necklace you're looking for"

The blonde could only blink "We?"

Outside, Danika was surprised to find Krysanthe standing by Jacqueline's car, the short blonde smiled shyly at the two as they came closer.

"Good morning Danika." she greeted "I hope you're well this morning"

"I'm..." Danika paused, trying to find the right word "fine-ish" she then frowned "Why don't you come inside to talk. Jac said you had a lead"

"Actually, I need you to come with me. The lead is back at the Antique Shop"

A little later the trio arrived at the store. Krysanthe quickly unlocked the door and went in, Jacqueline and Danika followed her inside.

The store was actually quite large inside, the first thing people would see upon entering the establishment was the counter and register, the rest of the store were the different items displayed for customers. There were two other doors in the store, one on the other side of the store and one behind the counter.

"What made you change your mind?" Danika asked taking in the contents of the store, there were a variety of items, and while the young heiress couldn't be sure of the details she could tell by the quality of some items that they should be more expensive than the price displayed.

"Jacqueline forwarded a picture of the necklace and honestly I have personal interest in the necklace." Krysanthe admitted "The necklace has been in this shop since I was a child, when I saw it something just came over me. I kept going back to look at it whenever I could even though I was prohibited from going anywhere near it.

"One day the owner of the store found me really close to touching it and essentially locked me out of the store for almost a week. By the time she let me back in here, the necklace was gone." Krysanthe continued as she went behind the counter to unlock the door behind it.

"Follow me." Krysanthe took a step forward before stopping to face Jacqueline.

"Touch. Nothing." the shorter girl said with a hard glare.

Jacqueline gasped dramatically, putting her hand on her chest "How dare you assume I would cause any damage just by touching-"

Krysanthe raised an eyebrow "You caused almost eighteen thousand euros worth of damages in my flower shop just by touching the display"

Pink stained the brunette's cheeks, she laughed sheepishly "Oh right, I forgot about that"

Behind the counter was a small office, the room itself had minimal decor but there was a desk at the center of the room with four metal cabinets behind it. On the desk was a computer and a few personal items.

Krysanthe made quick work going through the drawers of the cabinet before pulling out a folder, she sifted through the papers before pulling one from the pile.

"Alright, so there was a meeting set up earlier this month for the necklace, the buyer came and they discussed the terms of the sale" Krysanthe's face fell as she read through the page

"Does that mean we can't get it now?"

The shorter woman flipped through the pages and her face brightened "The buyer wanted the necklace for an auction" the dark blonde grinned "We still have a chance"

Danika moved closer, peeking over the woman's shoulder "When's the auction?"

"It's..." her green eyes scanned the paper, her eyes widened and her face twisted in distress "Three days from now" Taglist: @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @dustylovelyrun @woodhousejay

[sam-moose]

This is a random blurb I made when I shifted to SPN for the first time, so yay!

Was this a request?: Yes!

Person who requested it: @constanza1000 hope you enjoy!

I groaned and made my way down the hallway. I just woken up from a bad hangover not to long ago and my head is KILLING me. Basically what happened was me and the boys went out to drink and we drunk a little to much. Dean went off with this Blondie while Sam and I were stuck together. I'm just praying to Chuck that he didn't do anything bad. Or I'm going to go die, again.

"Good morning R-A-C-H-E-L!" Dean yelled while I walked into the kitchen. Sam was probably getting dressed or something because he wasn't in here. "Before Moose gets in here, what the hell happened last night?" I groaned and stood beside Dean. He shrugged, "Sam was caught doing something. Um, kissing another girl. We had an argument while Castiel flew over and took you back here." He said and my eyes went wide.

So that's why me and Sam wasn't together in bed when I woke up. While I stood there and thought, everything was coming back to me, harder than before. Sam was caught kissing Ruby while I stood there shocked. Dean came over and pushed him, yelling at him while Castiel grabbed me and teleported me here. He wiped my fucking memory. What in the Lucifer's cage.

"Oh." Was all I said while I walked quietly back into my room. There was no way that I could face Sam after what he has done. To be honest, I don't want to face him, ever. A knock was heard at my door and my heart sped up, thinking it was Sam. "Rachel, are you awake?" Jack asked softly. I smiled, "Yeah! Come in if you want!" He peeped his head into the opened door and closed it back.

"How are you feeling?" He asked innocently and touched my head, probably making sure I didn't have a fever. "I'm alright, Jackie! It's just something happened last night and I don't wanna think about it." I answered and hugged him. He smiled and hugged me back gracefully, smiling like he never did before. "What happened if I can ask?" I nodded and sighed, "Sam cheated on me last night. With Ruby."

Jack's eyes went glowing yellow, ya know when he's angry. I gasped and put my hand on his shoulder. Jack was my best friend, and that's probably why you see us together 24/7. Hell, we even cuddle together when Sam doesn't want to, which I now know why. "It's alright, Jack! Please, don't get angry." I hugged him to get him to calm down and it worked. He sunk his head into my shoulder and hugged my tightly, never letting go.

"I'm sorry that he did this to you. I'm going to hurt him. What will make you feel better?" Jack asked and pulled back from the hug, looking into my eyes. I thought for a moment, "Umm, maybe you can get me some breakfast that Dean made and bring it in here? I'm a little hungry. And maybe we can go to the store and get your favorite candy." I said, wiggling my eyebrows. "Nougat?!" He exclaimed and I nodded.

Within a second, Jack ran out of my room and towards the kitchen. I giggled at his antics and laid back down onto my bed, scrolling through Tumblr. Jack walked into the kitchen and got a plate, piling eggs and pancakes onto it. "Wow, Jack. You're gonna eat all that?" Dean said and shoved an egg into his mouth. Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head, "No. It's for Rachel. Then we're going to go get some nougats!" He smiled and grabbed a fork, then pouring some syrup onto the pancakes.

Sam looked up, eyes burning red. "W-what?" He asked and Dean coughed, trying not to get Jack to hear him. "Run along. Tell Rachel to bring me some pie too!" He yelled while Jack zoomed back towards my room. "I will!" He yelled. Sam sighed and looked back down at his plate. Dean shook his head and looked at his brother. "Why the hell did you kiss the bitch?!" He asked. "She isn't a bitch, she's a demon and is pretty." Sam scoffed. Dean rolled his eyes, "Demons are a bitch. Even Crowley says it." He said and got up from his seat. "Well, me and Rachel are done anyway. It doesn't matter anymore." Sam replied. Dean again rolled his eyes and continued to eat.

"I'm back!" Jack exclaimed and handed me my plate. "Wow Jack! I love it!" I giggled and took the giant plate, sitting it on the table next to me. He handed me a fork and I grabbed it, taking a huge bite of the pancakes and eggs. "Oh my Chuck. This is freaking HEAVEN IN MY MOUTH!" I yelled and took even a larger bite. Jack chuckled and grabbed his fork, sinking it into the pancakes and eggs too. Even his eyes went wide at the taste of it.

"Hold on, let me do something real quick. Wanna record it?" I asked Jack and he nodded. "Sure. What are you going to do?" I smiled and gave him my phone, "Something graceful. I don't want to think about what happened last night so I want you to record this and post it on my Snapchat story." I smiled and walked down the hall, with Jack right on my tail.

I signalled Jack to set the phone up, then I told him what we're going to yell at Dean. "Alright, so, as soon as we press record, we're going to run into the library and yell, 'CAS AND DEAN ARE A CANNON!' and then laugh while running towards the dungeon with the phone still recording, and just laugh. Then keep recording when Dean starts beating on the metal door. Then we hang up." I whispered to Jack and he giggled.

"Wait, are Cas and Dean actually together?" He asked and I shook my head. "No, but I can tell that they are in love." I teased and Jack laughed. "Let's do it." He said and I ran over to set up the phone. We nodded to each other, ready to set up the prank. "3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . ." I lip synced and we ran into the library, jump scaring Dean. "CAS AND DEAN ARE A CANNON!!" Me and Jack screamed and ran out.

I could hear Dean curse to himself and yell at us, about to catch us. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled and Jack grabbed the camera, sprinting towards the dungeon. "WE'RE SO FUCKED!" He yelled towards the camera and I laughed, running into a wall. Dean fell onto the floor, sliding across and hitting his head on a table. "BAHAHAHAHA-" We both got back up and finally made it into the room, slamming the metal door.

"OH MY CHUCK!! I CAN'T-" I wheezed and fell onto the floor, clutching my stomach as I rolled around. Jack set up the camera but soon fell over, doing the same thing. "I c-can't breathe-" I was saying before I was interrupted by Dean banging on the door. "OPEN THE MOTHER FUCKING DOOR!" He yelled and banged on the door. "Well uh, *cough cough* that's it. I'll update you guys if you want. Other than that. Me and Jack, peace out!" I said and ended the video.

"Alright. How the heck are we going to get out of here?" Jack asked and wiped his eyes. I shrugged and yelled, "DEAN, IT WAS A JOKE! DON'T KILL US!" but Dean wouldn't listen. "NO. I'M GOING TO STAND HERE UNTIL YOU OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!" He said and kept standing in front of the door. "You're going to give up here in an hour!" I yelled. I could hear Dean yell no but suddenly, Jack had an idea.

"How about I teleport us back to your room?" Jack whispered and I nodded and giggled. "Sure." I replied and we where back into my room within a blink. "Wow." I said and smiled at him. Jack took a deep breath for what he was about to ask. "Um, Rachel? Can I tell you something?" He asked me and I nodded. He took another deep breath and said, "I, uh, I like you. And I was wondering if you would go out with me? I understand if you don't, I was just-" I interrupted him by placing my lips onto his.

For a split second, he didn't kiss back, but he then did. His lips felt like feathers, they were really soft. 30 seconds later, we let go and I could see pink rise up to his pale cheeks. "Yes. I would love to go out with you, Jack." I whispered and hugged him. Soon after this moment, we began dating and Sam was jealous. I didn't care about what he thought, as long as I was happy, nothing could change that.

[spookysanta]

Clouded in Anger. (g.d.) 1 of 3

Summary: they’ve been fighting a lot lately and today, she’s decided that she wants things to go in a “different” direction. let’s see how that turns out.

Pairing: Grayson DolanxReader

WARNINGS: swearing, angry!Grayson, SMUT,

dom!grayson, other nasty shit i can’t remember.

so i’m gonna be completely honest—this is TRASH. i wrote this like three years ago and was like “why didn’t i put this on tumblr?” so this is me. putting it on tumblr. :/ enjoy i guess.

UNEDITED BC IT’S SO BAD IT’S FUNNY

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"Good morning," I mumbled in his ear. He looked so good when he was sleeping.

He responded incoherent words and shifted his body as he continued to snore. His eyebrows furrowed and then his eyes open. He glanced above him and cleared his throat. "Uh, [Y/N].."

"Yes?" I replied innocently.

"I'm tied to the headboard."

"Are you?"

He grabbed the belt between his fingertips and yanked at the belt that held his wrists together above his head. "Yes, I am." He groaned.

"Oh well." I shrugged. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"No the hell you aren't," he scolded. "you're gonna untie me." His eyes narrowed and his voice was stern.

I glanced back at him as I continued to walk towards the bathroom door, towel and washcloth in hand. "No. I'm not."

And then I closed the door to begin my day.

~

When I told Grayson that there will be times in which my kinkyness gets the best of me and there may be days in which I take the form of a vampire on his skin, he thought I was kidding.

Wrong.

Yes, I've come to love the mere idea of him submitting to me. And I'm starting to think that he loves me dominating him.

Well, somehow, we dominate each other. Those are the nights I enjoy the most—loud screams, followed by quiet snores.

I smirked and exited the bathroom, hair wet and dripping onto my silk pajamas. I looked towards the bed and expected him to be waiting patiently in his confinements practically begging for me to untie his wrists and pounce onto his body like a lion, only—

He was gone.

The belt he was once trapped undee was now torn and thrown onto the floor.

He submits to me. But there are times in which he wants to dominate. And when he dominates, he dominates. To the point where I'd have to call in sick for the next couple of days and work from home solely because the feeling has been fucked out of my lower half.

And it's fun. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

But what I don’t enjoy, are nights like last night when things got out of hand with our arguing, bickering, yelling, and fighting until three in the morning.

Long story short: he was in the right and was mad that I wouldn't apologize.

But what can I say? I'm stubborn. And I'll be damned if I'll give into his pitiful attitude just because he was in the right.

I was slightly timid now. It doesn't help that he woke up angry and I've been teasing and taunting him for the past few days. He was lurking somewhere, I knew; and once he finds me I'd instantly become his prey.

Not that I necesarily minded.

I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was watching my back because not only was he angry at me, but he was horny, too. And there's no telling what he'll do.

I hummed a random tune as I poured myself a glass of orange juice. I gulped it down and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. My thoughts of my upcoming meetings during the week were interrupted as the front door flew open and then slammed shut.

He grumbled words quietly to himself and set his keys, a plastic bag and his wallet on the dining table.

I remained silent.

He trotted into the kitchen, my heartbeat accelerating. He yanked the refrigerator door open and peeked his head in and grabbed his leftovers from dinner at the Cheesecake Factory a couple nights ago. His hands fumbled with the container as he roughly put his food in the microwave and slammed the fridge door closed again. He leaned his back against the kitchen counter and folded his arms with a stare in my direction that could strike anyone dead if he looked at them for too long.

I tugged at my curly hair, suddenly interested in my split ends.

The microwave beeped. "So you can't speak?"

I continued my silence.

"Oh, okay," he rubbed the hair on his chin and chuckled halfheartedly. "Not talking would be the last thing I'd do if I were you."

"I don't know what to say." I mumbled.

"How about 'Grayson you were right'? Or, let’s try this one—‘I’m sorry for tying you up at 8 a.m. when you had to pee’?"

"No." I shook my head.

"You know I was right. All I'm asking for is a simple apology."

"No."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Listen, we can do this the easy way or my way." He shrugged. "And if we do it my way, you won't enjoy it."

I rolled my eyes. "No."

His eyes widened and his one of his arched eyebrows raised. "Oh, so we're doing things my way?" he nodded slowly. "Okay." he curled his index finger towards me. "Come here."

"No." I hopped from my seat at the kitchen table and waltzed in the direction of the stairs. I had a feeling he was going to be extra animalistic today. Also known as extra annoying.

"No. I didn't say go over there, I said come here. To me." His heavy footsteps pounded onto the tile of the kitchen floor as he began to approach me.

I backed slowly out of the kitchen.

"Come here!" He bellowed in a rasped voice. "Now."

He wasn't just mad, he was fuming. At what, though? The fact that I won’t apologize? It doesn’t matter honestly; because either way, I know he’ll beat my ass regardless.

I shook my head and turned to run upstairs and into my bedroom before he could get his hands on me. "Get back here!" His voice rang in my ears as I sprinted up the stairs and into our shared bathroom's towel closet.

I was actually kinda scared.

He pushed open the bedroom door with his Doc Marten boots being silenced by the fluffy carpet he stood on. There was no way he could find me. Even though I was hiding in one of the most obvious of places, I knew he wouldn't think to look there because he's so clouded by his anger.

"[Y/N]!" He exclaimed. "Get your ass out here before I really get angry."

My breath hitched. I knew for a sure fact he wouldn't hurt me too bad, but I was still scared because sometimes he went too far. I'm just not sure where the line of 'too far' is to be drawn.

He yanked the bathroom door open and stepped through, walking swiftly past the closet like I knew he would.

He stood still and his eyes darted in different directions before they locked on the closet door. He smirked.

"You think you can hide?" He spoke gruffly. "I don't think so." The door flew open and his devious grin grew larger.

"There you are." He continued. "I've got somethings in store for you."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me into our bedroom and threw me onto the bed. I fearfully scurried away from his towering form and he dragged me back to where he was standing. I whimpered quietly. Reaching into the bag he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, a vibrator and something else I couldn't quite place. He cuffed my wrists to the headboard. "Now I'll say this once, so you better listen and listen good." He glared at me. "You deserve this. All of it. I'm not gonna go easy on you and don't think that a simple safe word is gonna stop me. This is your punishment. Understood?"

I nodded.

“Use your words.”

"Yes." I said obediently and nodded again. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Good girl. Now open your mouth wide for me."

[wotinspntarnation]

A Night By The Fireplace

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1738 cue the Fetty Wap music

Warnings: language, oral sex

Summary: You tried to deny your love for Sam Winchester, but found out he felt the same for you

A/N: Another entry for @ravenangel33 writing challenge!! This is my first Sam x Reader fic and all I imagine from Sam is his want to make you cum without penetration (hes a sweet boy ya know). Once again thank you to my lovely beta @mrs-meghan-winchester because this was a shit show at first y’all but she turned it into a masterpiece.

MAYBE TUMBLR MOBILE WILL ACTUALLY LET ME FUCKING POST THIS.

S/N: let me know if you want to be added to my forever list or the list for my Dean x Reader series (which I'll be continuing soon)

You had always been drawn to Sam but never ever would you react on it. You saw the way hunting had torn apart the Winchester’s, Ellen's, and Bobby's families. No way in hell would you put yourself through that because of a crush. A crush that you might have had for about 5 years, but nonetheless. And there was no way he was interested in you since you were 10 years younger than him. Women his age were more mature, had more money, and were all around sexier. While their daily outfits included pencil skirts with stiletto heels, you wore fitted jeans and cowboy boots.

Your evenings had generally consisted of hanging out at the roadhouse, bartending when Ellen was socializing. As you began stacking cups you heard the shifting of two stools followed by your name. You recognized that voice, it was Sam's. You sucked in a quick breath to calm yourself. You turned around, leaning over to place your elbows on the bar and to expose your chest. “Hey Sam, Dean. What can I get ya boys?”

Dean smiled, “Hey sweetheart, I'll take some whiskey.” As you turned around, you felt his eyes burning into your bottom. With a loud groan and an “Ow", you were sure that Sam had kicked Dean for eyeing you like a piece of meat. Turning back around and pouring Dean some whiskey on the rocks, you turned to Sam. Pushing strands of your Y/C/H hair behind your ear to let your eyes wander over Sam's shoulders and face.

“How about you Sammy, what can I get ya?” you purred, letting your lip set between your teeth.

What the hell were you doing?! Not even this morning did you have to pull yourself from your thoughts because you didn't want to have a nomad lifestyle. But you couldn't fucking help yourself. The way the looked, the way he smelled, and the way he spoke. You couldn't help but think about how amazing he would taste...

Sam looked over at Dean, your eyes following. He had already downed his whiskey and was now chatting it up with some girl who looked to be barely 21.

You began to giggle watching the interaction, and Sam couldn't help but admire you. Admire the way you looked when you smiled and your adorable laugh. Fuck, and the way you smelled made him so hard. A perfect mix between flowers and whiskey.

Feeling Sam's hand against your arm snapped you back to reality. He chuckled to himself, “I'd love some of you. Something I should've got the first time I met you.”

Your heart began to flutter. No way this was actually happening. Sam Winchester has wanted you for as long as you've wanted him?!

You had no idea what had gotten into you, but you leaned in. Letting your lips ghost over his, you whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Then take me Sammy.. I'm all yours.”

You heard his breath catch and his gentle touch on your arm became a firm grip. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that.” he groaned just before pressing his lips against yours.

He stood up and began towards the door, turning around and making eye contact just before leaving the doorway. Throwing the towel onto the counter you popped your head into the back room, “Hey Elle, I'm gonna take a break for the night!” she turned around and met you with a smile, “Sounds good sweetheart.”

Immediately after emerging from the door, you were pulled to the side and instantly had a warm set of lips against yours, Sam’s tongue begging to have entrance to your mouth. Sam pulled away, your face between his hands “Fuck Y/N you're perfect.” and his lips crashed into yours again, tongue sliding against yours as soon as you granted his request.

“Gonna make you feel so good tonight baby. Make you all mine.”

Your breathing was labored at the thought of Samuel Winchester touching you in all the right places.

“Let's go, I cant wait any longer.”

On the way there you couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him. He and Dean had to have just gotten into town so he wouldn't have had any alcohol. Unless, was he just using you as a stress reliever? It was like he could read your mind because his hand found yours, squeezing it. “You know, I've had a crush on you for so long but I never thought you'd go for me." your eyes widened as they met his, “What do you mean?! You are easily the most attractive man I've ever seen.” he chuckled “I'm old baby.” your eyes met your feet “Yeah...I like it" you whispered under your breath, assuming he didn't hear you as he had no response.

Locking your front door behind you, you led Sam through the house to the living room. Lighting up the fireplace you brought out blankets and pillows to make a pallet. Within seconds Sam had his hands all over you, making figure eight shapes. He sat on the arm of the couch, pulling you between his legs and latching his lips to your throat. In between each breath he praised you, telling you how beautiful you were and how long he's waited for this. You pulled off his shirt, and he pulled off yours. Both of you doing an equal exchange of removing clothes until there was nothing on your bodies.

He moved to your makeshift bed and laid back, stroking his hard on and beckoning you with a finger, “Come take a seat on my face pretty girl. Let me show you what you've been missing.”

That stupid knot in your stomach grew along with the company of butterflies. The things that this man did to you were so confusing but without a second thought, you were crawling up his body. You had barely gotten your thighs at either side of his head before his hands were pulling your wet core down to his mouth. “Been wanting to taste you for so long baby. Wanna show you how bad I've needed you the past 5 years.”

“S-Sam...fuck yes" you choked out.

Sure you've had other guys go down on you and make you orgasm, but that was with your help. No one had ever given you such a euphoric feeling as Sam was right now. He sucked on your clit, gentle enough to not hurt you but hard enough to make it more sensitive every time. He darted his tongue in and out of your entrance with the occasional lick up and down your throbbing lips. You leaned back, just enough to get a firm hold on his cock and began pumping. For fucks sake, this man was huge. You wished you could turn to look at it but as soon as your hand made contact with his shaft, the grip on your thighs tightened and he let out and delicious groan. “Fuck baby, your hand feels so good, can’t wait to feel your pussy.”

By then you were a moaning mess. Sam keeping his rhythm of sucking, darting his tongue in and out, and licking were bringing you to the absolute edge but he kept stopping for a few moments every single time. “Want my baby to come when I do.” he breathed as he swatted your hand away from his cock, guiding it to his hair. You pulled your hands away, turning so you could lean down his body and take him into your mouth. “Mmmm. What a good girl. Sucking my dick while I eat her pussy.” he smirked as he smacked your ass. “Sam.. your mouth feels so fucking good on my pussy.” you moaned. Taking his shaft into your hands once more you circled his head with your tongue, then pushed it past your lips and began bobbing your head.

“Fuuuuuck baby girl," Sam groaned as he grabbed a fistful of your Y/C/H hair into his hand and pushed your head farther down, forcing his swollen tip to hit the back of your throat with every bob.

With his free hand he wet two fingers with his mouth and began flicking back and forth against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt.

He let out a guttural moan and you began to feel him twitch, unsure of whether or not you could take any more of him in your mouth, and again it was like Sam read your mind. He thrusted farther down your throat and just as you began to gag, he spilled into you. He tasted just as amazing as you had imagined; a perfect mix between sweet and salty. Feeling him moan your name against your pussy while hearing it sent you jumping off a cliff to chase your orgasm. As the waves began to take over, Sam firmly grabbed your hips and transitioned to focusing on your clit. Kissing and flicking his tongue over it as he helped you ride out your climax.

You tumbled off of him, finally taking note of how dim the fire had gotten and sighing while simultaneously trying to catch your breath. Sam propped himself on his left elbow, dragging his calloused fingers against your back and with a gravelly tone to his voice he said to you, “Don't worry babygirl, we’ll have plenty of nights we can spend right here.”

You sat up, grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. You turned your head and focused your attention on the small embers still glowing, “Hey Sam...?”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“I love you...”

There was silence. Both of you stopped breathing and all you could hear was the crackle of the dying fire. With tears swelling in your eyes from what you feared most, Sam pulled you from the thoughts.

As a large hand touched your cheek, he pulled your head to look at him.

Confusion struck when you saw tears streaming down his face as he began to speak, “I have waited so long for this moment. Waited so long to hear you tell me you loved me and to be able to say it back. Baby, I love you too..”

Your big, burly lumberjack was such a softy and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

Forever tags:

@ravenangel33 @mrs-meghan-winchester @shellydemon