#theres always those fics lying around

[timestillstands]

I searched for your fic on AO3 and like, one fic below in the search results was some deeply unsettling fic I will not talk about. I want to wash my eyes with the scratchy side of a sponge. Help.

WHAT.

(btw if you need the link to it, it should be in the pinned post, I hope someone finds you bleach)

[boywivloveficrecs]

CAN SOMEONE HELP ME FIND THIS DARYL FIC !!

So I don't know if anyone will see this and know where to find this fic or if something happened it it but it's been driving me crazy trying to find it under every tag and searching key details into Google but if anyone knows who the author is please tag me where to find it !!!

So the summary as much as I can remember is PRE APOCALYPSE y/n and her friend go to a party that Daryl and merle are also attending or hosting ? I remember the friend and merle are dating so she drags y/n with her, her friend gets her drunk and she ends up having a one night stand with Daryl and ends up pregnant, when she tells Daryl he is adamant it's not his and shuts the door in her face, and it turns out her friend isnt much of a friend and her and merle are quite rude to y/n and get in Daryl's head that shes sleeping around. She's pretty isolated and ends up making her pregnancy work on her own, feeling pretty hurt by Daryl.

When the outbreak starts Daryl drags merle and friend to y/ns apartment only to find it cleared out and only non essentials are left, but daryl finds a polaroid of y/n and her newborn daughter left, he keeps it because theres a small doubt in his mind that friend was lying and its his kid, hes always felt guilty about how he shut her out when she told him.

Readers "friend" is pretty shitty and her and merle are toxic using most of the time, and y/n was super hurt by her friends abandonment.

SEASON 1

Y/n and daughter who is still a baby find their way to the quarry I think Shane and Lori are the ones to meet her on the highway? And she eventually settles with the camp, and runs into Daryl, her friend isn't with him and merle is on the Atlanta run, there's alot of tension, and Daryl ends up saving her from being locked in a car with baby while walkers attack the camp,

They eventually head to the CDC and y/n asks Jenner if he can do DNA tests with the blood samples and she has proof that daughter is Daryl's kid, but is hesitant to show him, eventually Daryl finds the results before they leave the CDC and he's now confronted that the child is his, there's an argument but also alot of soft angst,

After the CDC the friend ends up making an appearance and that's the last chapter I read, I think the friend is called Stella? Starla? It's something like those names I'm sure

But I've been trying to find this fic on tumblr for ages but I can't find it no matter how hard I look does anyone know which fic I'm talking about ?!?!

[lilibrownlabonita]

hi! can u do xavier and reader being enemies and them and their friends go on like a hotel for winter break, and they have to share a room and theres pillows as a barrier so that they cant fight but xavier cant sleep without hugging something so he hugs reader and they just cuddle and its all fluffy and cute

Sorry for the delay, anyway, I've seen many fics like that already written and completed a long time, I hope you like it.

You couldn't stand him, Xavier always walked around with his sketchbook and made spiders come out of it just to scare you, sometimes they were caterpillars or other venomous bugs.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of such a small bug, y/n."

"I'm not afraid, I'm disgusted, and I'm also disgusted by you."

"Too bad, I don't know if you know, but during the vacations, you and I are going to have to stay in the same room."

"You liar."

It wasn't a lie, according to the principal, you and Xavier needed to get to know each other better because she couldn't stand the fighting between you anymore. No matter what you said, she wouldn't change her mind, Xavier was to blame for that, he always tried to show that he was better than you at art, from the first time you mentioned that you could paint and would like to paint your own mural.

You still remember what he said.

"No need, I have been painting the school murals since I arrived, maybe you can help me in the end, I think you will like my work."

Since that day, he just talked about how he could paint and draw, showed you drawings and said he could teach you, ignoring the fact that you could also paint and draw. Slowly you drifted apart, at some point in this, you and Xavier became enemies, one competing with the other.

The winter vacations had arrived, luckily you got a seat away from Xavier on the bus, by the time you arrived at the hotel, it was evening, everyone had to leave for their own reserved rooms, including you and Xavier.

"Let's split the bed in two, that way we won't have to touch or fight over space in the bed."

"Fine by me."

You reached for all the available pillows and positioned them in the middle of the bed, half an hour later when the lights went out and you both lay in bed, Xavier put his arm around your waist, too sleepy and too tired to stop, you just kept sleeping.

As time passed, Xavier felt more comfortable to hold you, his leg was now around you too, he hugged you tighter and his face was against your neck, his breathing was tickling, but you didn't know how to wake him up, Xavier was beautiful in his sleep.

"Are you admiring me in my sleep?"

"Don't be an idiot, I was just waiting for you to wake up."

"I think you liked my hugs."

"Xavier, I hate you."

"Then why did you let me hug you?"

It was a good question, you hated him, didn't you, he underestimated you several times, there's no way you could like him.

"You didn't answer my question? It's okay, I'm sorry for hugging you, it won't happen again.

"Why did you hug me?

"You smell good, don't laugh me, I like to hug something while I sleep."

The smile on his face was struggling to get out now.

"I told you not to laugh at me, now I'm going to have to punish you."

Xavier placed himself on top of you, started to tickle your entire body without caring about your pleading or loud laughter.

"Stop, Xavier, please."

"Not until you apologize for laughing at me."

"Sorry, I just thought it was funny that you said you like to hug someone in your sleep, in fact the funniest thing is that you hugged me, I thought you hated me."

"Y/n, I could never hate you, I wanted to impress you from the first time I saw you."

"Is that why you acted like an idiot, and ignored that I could also paint like you?"

"Yes, I just wanted to show you what I could do and ended up belittling you, and I'm sorry for scaring you with those critters."

"That's okay, you make it up to me with more hugs."

"I'll hug you my whole life if you want me to."

The rest of the day you and Xavier stayed in bed, just kissing each other lying in bed, hugging to make up for lost time.

[nora-kano-rokii]

Haikaveh where kaveh is pregnant and when they found out about it he freaks out bc he read stories online where husbands wouldn't like the wives as much after postpartum takes over.

For days after the discovery Kaveh wouldn't eat or sleep as much, so far as to not talk to Haitham as much in fear of provoking anything that'll make Haitham "hate" him even more after the delivery

"Why aren't you eating?"

"Oh I'm just... not that hungry. I ate lunch earlier."

"But we always have lunch together??"

"Well something came up and I gotta change my schedule a bit. Sorry about that."

He'll just lie and lie and keeps on lying.

Kaveh isn't the type to wish anything bad happening on his pregnancy period, but he does severely dread the day of delivery. He'd get anxious and nervous (even more than he usually is) around Haitham and is always thinking about his next lie.

He loves the idea of motherhood. He loves the idea of having a child to take care of. He loves the idea of a happy family because that was something he didn't get as a child and is now more than willing to do anything to give it to his child.

What he doesn't like is the fear of Haitham leaving him if he's not good enough to satisfy his needs. The fear where he'll lose his worth as someone pretty and just end up as someone thats already been "used" and is not "perfect" anymore.

Haitham gets wind of what's going on and approaches him one day.

"Sweetheart."

"Yes?"

"Whats wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dont play dumb with me, sunshine. Tell me what's going on."

And then Kaveh will freak out, thinking Haitham already knows about the postpartum fear thing and start crying and begging for Alhaitham to not leave him. He'll do anything, he'll be a good wife and stay with the kids and do all the housechores and stay in shape and-

A simple kiss shut him about for good.

"You don't ever need to be sorry about how you look like after bearing my children."

"But.. I've read stories... and surveys- about how husbands are more displeased with their wives' body image after postpartum-"

"You think I care how you look like?"

Probably not the best thing to say (he should've rephrased it better) as Kaveh starts to tear up again.

"You... you don't think I'm taking care of myself well enough..?"

"No, it's not that. Kaveh, sunshine. I fell in love with you because of your physical image. That was only one of the reasons why."

"You... did not?"

"You thought I would be like some of those freaks that ogles you shamelessly on the side of the road? Of course not."

"But.. you always said that it's absolutely important for me to keep being healthy-"

"Sunshine, healthy does not mean body image. Healthy means you are happy with yourself. Which you are mostly aren't. That's why I told you to be healthier."

Kaveh wells up in tears again as he realizes what Haitham is saying. He kisses Kaveh's forehead and rubs his belly.

"This baby is going to make us a family. Why would I care about how you're going to look like?"

(Again, probably should've rephrased it better)

"Everything will be a marker of your battles. I'd love every stretch mark it'll create. All the cellulites that you worry so much about will be mine to behold." Another kiss to the forehead, "Kaveh, please understand. I love you for just the way you are."

"I did not fall in love with someone who obsesses with their beauty. I fell in love with the Light of Kshahrewar, the person who brights up my day with just a smile. The person who makes me fall in love all over again when they laugh."

"So please. Don't be afraid of our children. I promise that I'll love you no matter how you look"

Kaveh sniffs, "E-even if I were a fungi?"

Haitham sighes and smiles, "You'd be my favorite fungi ever."

-End

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i have not posted in a hot minute GAWD DAYUM anyways hi everyone ive come back with FICS instead of DRAWINGS isnt that COOL theres VARIETY now!! Also this fic was first posted on Twitter as i had a brainrot at 4am so if you're intrested in that please go support me on Twt! Thank you everyone!

[softnoirr]

8,13,19?

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

too many lmao, I hadn't written meaningfully at all since my last mcdrai fic in decemeber last year (jail, I know) and now I have literally four wips.

I'm working on finishing pdd and actually have made good strides on it recently.

I've also started my summer of suffering fic which is lowry/dubois and so extremely rare pair that syd and I more or less invented it. the premise is more or less that after pld is traded/signs in la adam goes to spend part of the summer with him, flavoured by the particular brand of pining and uncertainty I most enjoy. you're always going to want too much and you're always going to end up here with emptying hands etc. I'm also working on another lowry/dubois where after pld signs in la he gets stuck in a time loop starting from his "zero effort" shift in columbus; is destiny real can you ever make a decision on your own are running from the same thing you're running towards etc.

I have one extremely early stages mcdrai wip where they meet in a hostel while backpacking. its about growing up and transience and faux adulthood and fucking in hostel bunk beds! theres a few others I have which I would like to return to but am not actively working on right now

13. How much planning do you do before writing?

it varies wildly between fics! when I was writing mmiyb I had each chapter beat mapped out before I started writing, but none of the details—some of those beats changed shape, but there was an outline for where they had to go and how they were getting to there. pdd has had an insane amount of planning because it has so many iterations, at one point I had a spread sheet with each scene that would be in a chapter, but I didn't find that to be a very effective, or enjoyable, way to write tbh. I also had a lot more scenes written, in a very bare bones way, before anything else.

on average, I start with an idea, which gets flushed into a skeleton of a scene, and then I build a few ideas and scenes around that before going back and plotting it into an actual plan—to me thats gives me the best creative middle ground, because I still find it fun

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

“I think I’m dead,” Connor says, staring at the ceiling.  It's swaying, the grey plaster burning into itself. He thinks he’s going to be sick, but he doesn’t have the energy to move so he’s just going to do it while lying on his back and choke on it and die. Dylan is going to have to tell his parents that his cause of death was two-for-one vodka cranberries. It's going to be on his death certificate. He groans, covering his eyes with his arm. “Shut up,” Dylan grunts.  Something hits Connor in the chest and he uncovers his eyes to glare at Dylan. Dylan just stares at him, sipping a bottle of Gatorade. 

ask me about writing (please)

[alphonseelriic]

Happy almost Christmas Sofia!! Gosh the days go by so fast! I can't believe it's almost here. Probably my last anon msg before reveals 😉 but feel free to continue talking to me after if you want to, it's been lovely to be your Santa!

Oh! I hope your time at the beach has been eveything you wanted? ☺️ 

Still wanting all of the food you talk highly of haha ❤. Would be really cool to visit south america one day and try some of these authentically! Will keep my eyes out to see if there's any around tho heh. 

And wow your mum is a professional baker! You must be used to the best goods then!! 😵 She must be so flattered you love her pannetone best too. And that's fair about not being into the kitchen lol but good to know you're capable there. ^^ I like cooking/baking but I'm not a fan of the cleaning that comes with it 😆 and these days I'm so tired, it sometimes feels like a lot of work to make a meal beyond basics lol. But when I'm in the mood I really like experiment with new recipes and decorating baked goods is always fun! Do you have a "go-to" meal you cook? 

Oh please do try duck! Theres so many ways to eat it...all delicious ha. Though it has a gamey taste that some people don't like, so I wonder if you prefer those or not too? 👀 Do you like lamb/goat flavors? (Since that has an even more gamey taste haha). Ooo tteokbokki is so good, a food fair sounds fun!  Alsjdkkdd honestly I'm so drawn to hot cocoa during the winter haha so totally valid and cappuccino too!! Yum!! Fresh fruit juices, so refreshing 😍. I love mango smoothies.

Oh no, what did you get to read instead in high school? We had a list of authors and books we could pick from to read during Lit class in high school that was a lot of classics including Jane Austen! It's been so long though, I honestly don't remember much. Do you like any of the jane austen movies too? 

Omg I know the struggle to find the fics that fit what you want to see from your favs lol, it's esp. hard in smaller fandoms or not as popular ships. What kind of ships are you into? 👀 And what kind of fics draw you in most? 

The struggle not to rewatch haikyuu all the time, yes!! 😆 Because it gives so much serotonin lol, but I know if it wait longer and don't remember everything, it'll be better haha. Speaking of MOB, ugh I haven't seen the last episode yet but I'm already sad it's over 😭 but deep in the feels. I'm particularly in love with "exist" ost this time. 🥲

Totally get what your saying and thanks for that bits of information! All the examples you linked are so pleasing to look at 😊 and Mazusu is easily one of my fav editors too. ❤ I can't wait to also see what you'll edit for this event! And hope you'll enjoy my lil gift to you! 🤧 Also thank you for your work with animanga creators, agree their challenges are a lot of fun 😄.

Be back very soon and happiest of holidays to you! ❤💚

- Animanga 🎅 

Omg happy Christmas Eve, secret santa ❤️ yessss!! I'm so excited to find out who you are >:) Awww thank you sm! I'm very glad to have had such a wonderful santa this year :')

Yeah, my time at the beach was v nice! We arrived back home yesterday afternoon. We didn't do much but that's actually what I wanted hahahah I was just so tired.

That's so sweet, I would love it if you visit 🥹 this continent may not be most people's first option for a vacation but it's truly beautiful and has such touristic potential!!

Ohh yes my mom bakes a lot of stuff! It's mostly for orders and we are forbidden from eating anything tho, but she does also bake for us occasionally ^^ I would be lying if I said she wasn't partially responsible for my sweet tooth...

Oh the cleaning, what a struggle LMAO it does indeed suck when you prepare a rather small thing but it leaves a lot of dirty dishes behind 😔 experimenting is really fun indeed!! I guess a meal I tend to "cook" often are different kinds of salads made with whatever is on the fridge, as they're so easy to make! I also like frying eggs and eating them with leftover rice if there's any. Grilled cheese sandwiches are also a classic. Maybe this is cheating bc nothing is actually made out of scratch, but oh well :p

I tend to like stuff with strong flavors so I think I may like duck! I don't remember the last time I ate lamb but I do remember liking it. The food fair was really fun indeed 💕 had a great time even if the weather was terrible that day. Oh I forgot about smoothies, I really like them too! Same with milkshakes.

I honestly don't remember much about what I had to read in high school 🤔 I remember reading Frankenstein, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and The Catcher in the Rye. Also a few books and short tales from Latin American authors. Unfortunately we couldn't choose for ourselves, the teacher decided for us :( but I liked most of what I read thankfully!

Yeah I loooove the pride and prejudice movie from 2005! I also want to watch the 1995 miniseries but I haven't had the time yet. I want to watch the Sense and sensibility movie too after I finish the book to see how faithful it is heheh

Tbh when it comes to ships I tend to like the popular (or canon) choices, like EdWin, TwiYor, RinShi, HanaNene, SasaMiya etc. But for media that has a big cast and doesn't focus on romance (like Haikyuu or Genshin) I tend to multiship and I like less common ships too!! I admit I'm not very creative for finding new ships so usually I end up drawn in by that one artists that is obsessed with a rarepair but has a really cute art style 😅 I'm trying to think about some examples but my mind is blank rn 🤔 maybe this is my sign to go back and consume more hq fanart like I did back in the day lol

Ohh I still haven't watched the last episode either, but idk, it's hard to say goodbye to this series 😭 my excuse is that I usually wait to watch it with my partner but we haven't had the opportunity to watch it together yet. I can't delay it for much longer tho or the entire episode will be spoiled for me sooner or later hahaha

Oww I'm glad my examples were useful for you!! Yeah masuzu's stuff is simply wonderful :') I'll upload my gift as soon as I finish answering this ask so you'll get to see it very soon 😈 I'm 100% sure I'll love what you made for me!! I can't wait to see it 🙈 aww thanks!! I still feel I don't do much despite being a mod but I want to have a more active rol from now on, my friend Roh had such a good idea when she thought about making this network, it's been an awesome experience so far and it reignited my love for this community ❤️❤️❤️ this event was super super fun!!

The happiest holidays to you too 💕 I hope you have a magical time alongside whoever you celebrate with!! Have fun tonight and eat a lot of delicious food ❣️ thank you so much again for being such a great santa! couldn't have asked for more ;)

[theveryfires]

in hindsight | eddie munson x reader

summary: if eddie munson knew two things about his life, it was this. one he was utterly in love with his best friend, two, he was definitely going to die.

a/n: back to my regularly scheduled crushing eddie munson fic. ALSO i have tried a different writing style for this one, so let me know if it works or if theres anything i can do better! as always i hope you enjoy my silly little fic ;)

Eddie Munson knew two things for certain, number one he was undeniably, completely and utterly in love with you. And number two, he was going to die. 

He had fallen in love with you slowly. He had always imagined it being like the movies, that he would see someone and instantly know they were meant to be together. Stupidly, he had been waiting for that moment to happen, completely oblivious to the millions of times a day he fell a little bit more for his best friend. 

You had transferred half way through middle school after your parents broke up. He had watched you trip over your words as you introduced yourself to the class, twirling your hair and staring at the floor rather then facing the room of strangers. You had worn flares, instantly letting him know you maybe weren’t going to be like every other dick in school. The only other empty seat was next to him, and for once someone didn’t wince when they realised they had to put up with him for a semester. You were oblivious to the rumours, the nicknames the endless bullying. He would learn you wouldn’t of cared even if you did, you weren’t like that. 

At lunch he had watched you sit alone, politely declining joining Jason and his idiot friends with a dead look behind your eyes. Eddie had almost snorted chocolate milk when he noticed, the dejected and confused looks on the jocks faces the most entertaining thing since one of the younger kids had dropped spaghetti all over Jason by accident. It had been in the second he had decided you needed, had a god given right to become his right hand man. Eddie hadn’t gone into your friendship head over heels in love with you. It had crept up slowly on him, until it so suddenly had consumed him. 

You were kind. Above all things, the sarcasm and heavy wit, you were kind. He had admired the way you always stopped to help someone, holding doors or being a shoulder to cry on to anyone that needed it. You loved films and music. You were obsessed with Rocky Horror, dressing up as Meatloaf for Halloween and laughing so hard you fell to the floor when he appeared from his trailer as Dr Frankenfurter. You were always humming along to some tune that was playing in your mind, the lyrics of the greats, Elvis, the Stones, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Bowie, Metallica. You weren’t chained down to one genre, you didn’t confine yourself in any box and it made his head spin with how much you just knew about stuff. On every movie night without fail you would chirp in with fun facts, whisper all the lines to the Breakfast Club, hand in the air and crying by the end. You didn’t care about keeping up appearances with him, he could tell you felt comfortable around him. He saw you in no makeup and pyjamas more than he saw you dressed up. Spending whole weekends on the sofa or lying in one another beds, listening to music or watching day time tv. 

He liked that he could just be quiet, not have to constantly spout off about something or show off. With you he wasn’t ‘Eddie Munson’, he was just Eddie. Some nights you would persuade him to take part in your night time routine. Painting his face with a clay face mask, braiding his hair back with a much needed oil treatment. You had introduced him to the wonders of moisturiser, of too hot showers and a good muscle relaxing body wash. You had bought him his first ever expensive shampoo and conditioner, treated him to department store cologne instead of the one he got at the gas station. When you came into his life, Eddie had felt himself become a better version go whoever he had been before. He loved those nights, even subjecting himself to listening to the girlie music you played. His face and turned a beet red when you caught him singing along to ABBA, your jaw dropping as you squealed and pulled him up from his position on your bed. “I knew it! I knew you liked them! It was only a matter of time Eddie, everyone loves ABBA!” He had tackled you to the floor, the pair of you play fighting until he had you pinned and your breathe was mingling. He eyes had been dark, you could hear his heart hammering when he leaned down “Don’t tell a soul, or i’ll tell Gareth and Jeff…” But he couldnt think of a thing, you were an open book and you knew it. Smirking up at him, using that brief second of hesitation to pin him to the floor. “I have no skeletons in my closet, unlike youuu, Fernando.” You had winked and it had sent Eddie into overdrive, not that you noticed. 

You listened to him, all his rants and raves about the dead end town and the life he wanted after graduation. He hadn’t realised he had included you in those dreams. Just assuming you would always be by his side. Stealing his cheesy fries, wiping your greasy hands on him after. Twirling his curls when you were reading, stealing his jumpers on colder days and head banging along to his music on the way to school. He ran through his campaigns with you, grinning when you played along with him. Pretending to be various characters as you paraded around his trailer, face contorting into various expressions, looking to him for approval every now and then as you acted out various scenes. 

Eddie had realised how bad it was one day in the cafeteria. You hadn’t done anything out of the norm, no scene stealing moment that should of set his heart aflame. Everything had just suddenly clicked, it all made sense and it had stopped Eddie’s heart. 

You had your headphones on, trying desperately to finish a essay and block out the noise of the cafeteria. He had been talking to Dustin and Mike about something, whipping himself into a dramatic frenzy when something had caught his attention. He had felt funny the whole day, the weird feeling starting when he had picked you up that morning. You were wearing your usual flares, a long sleeve black crop top that showed a sinful inch of your midriff. Your hair was down, nothing new. Maybe your makeup was different, the eyeliner smokier than usual. Maybe it was your perfume, something he had found increasingly difficult to resist or ignore. You had smiled brightly as always, but it had made his chest hurt, like someone was gripping his heart and forcing it to beat out of rhythm. 

He hadn’t felt it since leaving you for your first classes, but then when he saw you again the feeling had rushed over him all over again. He had watched as you clipped your hair up, several curls falling and framing your face as you scribbled furiously, Whatever Dustin had been babbling about became unimportant. The sound that had distracted him in the first place surrounded him, you were singing. He had heard you sing before, yelling away in the shower, humming lowly as you made breakfast, screaming along with him to the radio in his car. But this felt different, your voice was low, breaking in and out as you tried to focus. Eddie had frozen in his spot, trying desperately to listen to what you were singing along to under a bated breath. It was The Stones, as always. ‘Can’t You Hear me Knocking’ leaking out of your headphones due to the music being turned up so high. 

Eddie had felt something powerful hit him. He was convinced there was an arrow in his chest for the rest of the day, his blood leading a trail to you. For the rest of the week he couldnt act normal around you. Suddenly everything that had come so easy felt scripted, forced. He didn’t know how to act around you anymore, every hug or nudge or nap you took against him set his entire body aflame. He hated it, now so intensely vulnerable to someone that appeared oblivious to his fumbling. 

And now here he was. Just two weeks ago he had realised he loved you, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. He didn’t care what he did, if he was famous or just stuck in a dead end job and a trailer. As long as he had you he hadn’t cared. And now, well now none of it mattered. 

Eddie was struggling to breathe, begging Dustin to take you back home, begging you to let him go as your hands scrambled to find purchase on his wound ridden body. He was bleeding and it was bad, you both knew it. Dustin had tried but you had forced his hands off of you, apologies lost in the mad rush back to Eddie. “Please, you need to go Princess.” He had pleaded with you once more, blood spurting out his mouth as he forced himself to talk. His grip on you growing weaker by the second. But you refused to, shaking your head furiously and refusing to let him die alone. “I can’t I…what am i gonna do…i can’t do this without you Eddie.” You couldnt stop crying, an unbearable feeling gripping you, a arrow in your back and a trail of blood leading to him. 

He had closed his eyes when your hands had stroked through his curls, trying to wipe away the grime that coated his face. “Why couldnt you just stick to the plan!” You were furious, yelling at him through broken sobs when he had tried to smile despite the pain. “I never was one for rules.” 

A bittersweet laugh had racked through you, hands holding his jacket tighter and tighter, not ready to go, to let him go. 

But you were running out of time, you needed to get back through the gate and Dustin was yelling at you through his own tears. You had held Eddie tighter, pressing your face into his neck as gently as you could, shaking with grief when he used all his strength to pat your head gently.

“God this sucks.” He had groaned, the pain hitting a steep crescendo. You had held him tighter, wanting to tell him so much without any of the words to say it. “This isn't how i wanted...how i wanted to tell you but...christ...I…I love you. I should of told you sooner…. in hindsight” Eddie Munson’s heart stopped twice that day, all within a few minutes of each other as he willed whatever higher power there was to give him this one blessing. And just as the darkness started to wrap around him, as the image of the girl he loved began to fade away, her screams following as Dustin and Steve dragged her away, he heard her cry out. “I love you too Eddie, I always will.” 

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

hiya, this is my first time requesting smth and i dunno rlly how to go about it but i was wondering if you could do a fic where the s/o leads to bois to Hudson's bluff where theres a projector and a roll up whiteboard thingy set up, blocking the view and they make them sit down and starts to play a film that s/o recorded earlier of the sunrise since the bois cant go out in the sun. sorry if that was too long, i really like your writing and i think youre awesome :))

Thank you so much for the kind words and for the super cute idea!!! I hope you like it!!

One Last Look (Poly!Lost Boys x S/O)

Warnings: angst about being a vampire, angst about their human lives, yearning for a forgotten life, tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 1414

The boys had no idea as to what you'd set up, you'd made sure of that. It was somewhat difficult even convincing them to go somewhere without David's choosing, but you'd promised them a surprise. That was enough to, at least, pique Paul's interest, and the others knew that he wouldn't shut up until the surprise was revealed.

So, you'd taken them up the stairs and all the way up to the cliffs edge. Quickly, confusion dotted some of their faces when they saw the projector screen and the rest of your set up. You'd even gone through the trouble of bringing some beanbags and chairs up for the boys to use, and the blonde twins didn't hesitate to launch themselves into the bean bags you'd put side by side. David sat in one of the more rigid beach chairs, and Dwayne, given a choice between a bean bag and a beach chair, chose a bean bag. You smiled, dodging Dwaynes attempts to pull you into his lap as David asked,

"Now what?" And you tried not to roll your eyes at his tone. Really, he couldn't stand not being in charge for ten minutes? Well, you were sure that you were about to change his attitude. You pressed play, starting the projector, and then hurried to your seat. It was in the middle, between David and Marko, and you watched as your earlier film began.

***

The boys didn't like being kept in the dark, but they waited patiently as the show began. Paul had muttered something about it being a dirty movie, but Marko had immediately given him a glance. A dirty movie showing right on top of Hudson's Bluff? Yeah, no way.

Paul had scoffed, crossing his arms as he thought pointedly. Well, you never know. To the boy besides him. But, when the movie began to roll, they watched in confusion as the horizon right in front of them began to play. And then, the first bit of light peaked over.

The boys flinched out on instinct, with some of them even moving to push themselves out of their seats. But you reached for Markos hand, giving it an assuring squeeze.

"Hey, hey. You're okay." You said, and the boys looked between the screen and the world around them. The sunlight was false, it couldn't hurt them any more than the candles they used to light the cave could. Their eyes turned to the screen once more, fascination on them as the sun breached the skyline.

It'd been eighty years since they'd last seen a sunrise. Even then, some of them couldn't remember it.

Marko had always been an early riser. He'd seen his fair share, but after eighty years of fog? It was like looking at a faded photograph. The colors weren't right or the lines were hazy. Maybe certain parts of his memory were distorted. Or maybe all the memories of sunrises he held had blended together. But there was one thing he always remembered. The orange, yellow glow of the sun. He'd remembered that perfectly, and he stared silently as it climbed up the screen. He gripped the bag under him, kneading it as it climbed. He remembered waking up just to watch it, even sketching it in his young life. His fingers itched for his pencils then, and he bit his thumb to try to suppress the urge. He remembered how expensive pencils and paints used to be. How he'd save a week's wage, as he used to call it, just to buy some. How, even though they never said anything, the others used to stare at his brushes like they wished they were a loaf of bread instead. But he also remembered how his drawings used to brighten up their space, how they'd done the same thing to the cave below. He thumbed at his jacket, thinks about how, even after all these years, even after he'd forgotten why, he was still trying to bring color into their lives.

Paul had seen his fair share of sunrises when they'd been human, but that was usually while he was scrambling out of someone's bed, or scrambling out of his own to try to make it to whatever sorry excuse for a job he called work. He never paid much attention to the sky of the morning, but, in that second, he remembered how much he missed the feeling of the sun on his face. A sun that didn't burn his skin the second it touched it, but a sun that warmed him. He remembered mid-day, a breeze of memories he didn't even know he still retained. He remembered eating lunch inbetween shifts. He remembered being full, remembered the way his muscles used to burn and how good it felt to sit down and relax. Paul relaxed all the time, but he couldn't remember the last time, in his vampire life, it felt like relief. His muscles didn't ache, his brow didn't sweat, and he didn't feel the prickle in his feet after being on them for too long. He never even realized those things had been missing, and a small part of him missed the feeling.

During his human life, Dwayne had always paid more attention to sunsets, to the sight of the sun retreating behind the sky. To the oranges, reds, and deep purples that followed. He was used to the navy blue of the night sky. He'd been under it every night for years. But, seeing his first sunrise in nearly eighty years, he would've traded all of his sunsets for it. He wished he'd appreciated it more. He missed lying under the sun, even if it was just to tan. He missed having to tie his hair back to keep himself from overheating. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt hot, let alone even warm. Memories of him under the sun in the California desert floated in his mind. He thought he'd known what thirst was then. He laughed a little bit to himself, and he glanced over at you when you looked over to find the source of his laughter. He didn't explain, simply letting his eyes flick back to the screen. He stared, watching in silence as the sun rose on the screen.

David didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should say anything. David had never been one for sunrises. He always got up the latest. He was practically nocturnal even when he'd been human, working through the night and spending the rest of the time worrying about the others. The switch to being a vampire hadn't been much of a change in his life, but it was only then that he realized what he'd been missing. Instead of having his thoughts float back to his old life, he glanced over at you. He wished he'd been able to be there with you, watch as it pulled over the horizon. That you didn't need to take a video, and instead you could've nudged him awake. He realized then that there were parts of your life that he'd always miss. Unless you became one of them. But, as he stared at the screen, David had his first inkling of doubt. He'd been so sure of it before. It'd been an obvious choice. As sure as the sun rising above the horizon each day. But now? His fingers itched for a cigarette. Anything to stifle and take his mind away from the thoughts swirling around his head.

***

You looked over at them. The boys had been silent ever since you started the movie, until it ended. When it did, you waited for them to speak. It took a moment, but David finally said,

"That was- You shot that?" He asked, and you nodded. He was quiet for another moment, and it unnerved you. For a moment, you thought that you'd done something wrong. That perhaps you shouldn't have. But Dwayne was quick to say,

"Thank you, y/n. Really." And the others were quick to chorus a mantra of the same.

It took a moment for you and the boys to clean up, but, just before you packed up the set-up, David had walked up to the screen. He reached out for the screen, and the others paused where they stood. It occurred to you then that they were getting one last look, before the five of you packed everything up and went to take it down to the cave.

[angelicmichael]

Oohh, could you please write the nonsexual prompt sharing a dessert for Outpost Michael and reader? Who wouldn't want to share a dessert with him? Thank you so much. You really are an angel 😇

A/N: anon you are too fucking sweet omg 🥺💖 I hope I didnt dissapoint with this, I'm sorry it's so late and unnecessarily long!! Lmfao. The dessert eating is at the end if anyone wants to just skip to that part hehe. I wanted to write some mutual pining so.. that's why this fic is so fucking long lol

Warnings: eating, food, lil bit of sexual tension, very brief mentions of Millory and also Gallant x Michael 👉🏻👈🏻

Living in Outpost three was beyond miserable. Constantly being treated as a second class citizen, as a gray, was definetly doing its number on you.. Every day that you continued to stay alive in this hellhole you swore you slowly descended further and further into madness. Eating gelatin cubes.. being around the same exact people, day in and day out.. with nothing else to do but to clean, with no end in sight was only a recipe for disaster.

And disaster seemed to come with a name; Langdon.

You didnt believe him when he announced that he was going to pick a select few to take with him to the sanctuary; you knew that was fucking bullshit.. but you had to admit - it was amusing watching the other outpost residents finally get a spark of excitament in their eyes. A reason to be alive.

You watched him take interest in mainly Gallant and Mallory; and that's when you felt something.. distant yet familar. Yearning; attraction, and maybe even jealousy.

It reminded and made you nostalgic of old emotions that you used to feel regularly; which now only visited you vaguely whenever you caught Michael stare for a second too long at either of them.. but it wasnt your job to monitor the relationships that were allegedly occurring.

You kept your head down until you begrudgingly got an interview; honestly surprised at first that Langdon seemed to be giving you a shot at salvation at all.

You were even more surprised at how the actual interview seemed to unfold; how disgustingly touch starved you were and the way in which you reacted to him. You were praying that Langdon didnt notice how your entire body was littered with goosebumps the second he touched you - a harmless gesture with his hand lightly touching your back when he walked by. Or the pure exhilaration you felt when he brushed a tear away from your cheek.. It was honestly embarrassing.

Even more embarrassing was how much you craved to see Langdon again as soon as you left the first interview.

The days following the first initial interview were torturous for you. Your days and even nights became infested with thoughts of Langdon; his blonde locks and light blue eyes even started to follow you and become familar in dreams..

You couldnt stop thinking about him.

You knew it was stupid to crave romance; it was utterly irrational. For one, if Venable were to even catch you looking at Langdon for a couple seconds too long - you knew she would want your head on a stick. That's not even to mention how jealous Gallant and the other residents would possibly be, if anything were to happen.

These thoughts were not realistic though  because you knew Langdon never viewed you like that. He treated you just as he did anyone else.. maybe even worse. He always kept his words short with you and rarely made eye contact most days.

For those reasons; you wrote off your newfound romantic thoughts about Langdon as nothing more but dumb daydreams. Just something to keep you occupied in the day while you tried to make the outpost look spotless. You figured it was a result of being beyond bored; your mind trying to find something to make life interesting once more. Anything. 

That was.. until Langdon invited you for another interview. One interview quickly turned into another.. and another.. and another until seeing Langdon privately was nearly the new normal.

The more you two continued to meet; the more your feelings for him only grew but you still chose to conceal them - well, to the best of your abilities anyway.. there was only much you could hide. However; if you didnt know Langdon prematurely, you wouldve thought he was a idiot or just purely naive for not picking up on the obvious crush you had.

It had been a couple nights now since you had last seen him.. And yet here you were; having another sleepless night that consisted of thinking of dumbass Langdon.

You stayed awake sleepless in your bed. Or.. the bed that was meant to be yours anyway. Nothing like felt home or like it was truly yours at Outpost Three though. You stared at the ceiling hopelessly; wishing you would be so lucky to feel a wave of drowsiness that could hit you and carry you off to your dreams.

You immeadietly sat up and nearly jolted out of bed when you heard three loud knocks rattle your door. The sound was distinct but haunting.. your immediate thought was Venable.. you could only help but to think what the fuck you had recently done to piss her off.

You swiftly walked through the nearly pitch black room and opened the door absentmindedly; trying to not let your paranoid thoughts control your actions and let you hesitate.. just in case it happened to be Langdon.

You would be lying if you were to say that you werent dissapointed when you found no one there; only a letter lay folded neatly on the floor.. directly in front of you.

Snatching it and opening it within the safety of your room; you had to hold back laughter when it was from Langdon - another invitation to go see him.. but it was marked urgent.

You nearly dropped the letter on the floor immeadietly; it wasnt as if you had anything else to do - you already knew you werent going to be able to sleep tonight anyway. You immeadietly took off, albeit as quietly as possible, off to Langdons office. Trying to keep your thoughts of what the hell he wanted to see you so badly for, at bay.

When you reached his room, you didnt bother knocking. You slipped right inside - knowing that knocking would only possibly wake Venable up or alert other residents of your whereabouts. Shutting the door behind you, you slowly approached him.

He sat at his desk; quickly turning around to face you as you entered. His light, ocean colored eyes were wide in what you could only guess was surprise that you came so soon. His mouth was slightly curved into a subtle smile.

"Hi". You uttered with a airy, soft laugh.

You first stood, knowing he would most likely want you to take a seat but you would rather wait for instructions than to just.. assume. You knew Michael had little to no tolerance but surely enough, he nodded at the seat that was directly across from his at the desk.

"Sit". Michael instructed, his gaze followed you as you steadfastly did as you were told.

You realized how carefully Michael was studying you as you walked over and took your seat.. and maybe it was because of the absolutely horrible lighting but you could swear you could almost see blood rushing to his cheeks..

Was he.. blushing??

You sat, completely puzzled as you watched Michael suddenly act flustered.. His motions changing from smooth and calculated to nearly awkward.. and.. just rather odd in a instant. He looked as if he wanted to say something but no words were spoken, that is - until you made the first move.

"Is something.. wrong"? You asked, trying your hardest to bite back laughter.

Seeing Langdon act so.. not like himself was basically pure comedy to you.  Although you would never admit that outloud of course.

He now looked uncomfortable; licking his lips and clasping his hands together at the table before speaking.

"(Y/n), I have to talk to you about something". Michael admitted.

His expression changed from looking rather nervous to serious again; his mouth in a straight line and the muscles in his face relaxed.

You were quite literally sitting on the edge of your seat, your stomach started to do somersaults as you desperately tried to rationally think of what he wanted to say..

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong"? You prompted, your voice coming across as unsteady.

You tried your hardest to not let your voice shake as you spoke, although you were more than certain it showcased exactly how you felt.

Langdon unfolded his hands; appearing to study his rings momentarily before his blue eyes pierced yours - looking as if they were staring right past you.. Not necessarily at you at all.

"Look; theres nothing wrong. You just need to know that theres no need to be nervous around me anymore". Langdon stated matter of factly.

He maintained eye contact with you; diligently waiting for a response as you actually tried to comprehend what he was saying.. Was he implying that you were going to the sanctuary?? Or.. possibly even something else?? Something more?

Your confusion must've been apparent on your face because before you could say anything, Langdon cut in.

"That's not why I asked you to be here with me tonight though. I wanted to.. reward you". He said.

You felt as if your heart had skipped a beat; nearly feeling woozy as your cheeks heated up. A reward?? Saying you felt speechless was a incredible understatement.

"A reward"?? You echoed your thoughts aloud.

Your words came out slow and strained with pure anticipation for what was to perhaps happen. You thought for a split second this had to be some kind of sick joke, or some kind of sick manipulation game. You wouldnt really be surprised; you overheard from the others he was famous for pulling that kind of shit.

"Yes, For giving me company. Close your eyes". Michael answered.

You immeadietly, and dumbly followed orders. However; as soon as you closed your eyes you felt fear pierce your heart. The uncertainty and possibilities of what could happen was jarring - but you had to admit it was also thrilling.

The past few months had been so fucking predictable and boring, a bit of excitement was well over due and actually.. probably healthy. Even if it was fucking terrifying.

You could hear him moving, and then something being placed on his desk in front of you. You first felt your eyebrows furrow as you opened your eyes unwillingly. Pure surprise forcing you to do so and to disobey Langdon.. oh fuck.

You opened your mouth to utter an apology but.. your gaze first caught onto the object in front of you.. leaving you speechless and with your mouth agape.

You marveled at the small slice of cheesecake was that put in front of you.. It looked entirely to good to be true; this had to be a dream.. or maybe a nightmare??

This last time you had eaten anything with any kind of remote flavour had been eons ago. Those memories served you well and made your horrifically boring days a little less painful.

You continued to blankly stare at it; not daring to move, or breathe but.. to just enjoy the view. You were half expecting for this to be some of torture again; for him to rip it away from you but a part of you reassured you that.. this was different. This was him trying, and being genuine.

You looked up to meet Langdons eyes as they intently studied you. A faint smile gracing the corner of his lips. A beautiful sight you rarely got the priviledge of admiring.

"Have some". Michael said, nodding down in direction of the dessert. "I thought you would appreciate the gesture. I cant imagine the shit Venable gives you is enjoyable". Michael sneered with a hint of laughter.

You couldnt help but to let out a giggle as well, looking down once more and noticing that the plate was also embellished with two forks.

"Thank you, Michael. You should have some too though, I dont want to be selfish-" You started, unfolding your hands from your lap and beginning to push the plate towards him.

He quickly stood up and walked up to you, stopping until he was beside you. He grabbed your wrist, tight enough to make you wince but not enough to cause any actual pain - making eye contact again.

"No.. I want to watch you have the first bite". Langdon said.

In a split second, the chair that was once behind his desk materialized right next to you, directly behind him. He sat down, watching you intently as you started to feel stupidly nervous again.

Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to grab the fork, swiftly taking a piece and then  quickly consuming it. You figured the faster you took the first bite - the less nervous you would be.. but his gaze continued to linger on you; intensely watching.

The pleasure you were momentarily wrapped in was insurmountable to anything you had previously felt in months. You had to ground yourself in order to not let a moan escape your mouth.. The rich flavor tasting so unreal; almost too good to be true.

To be completely honest, you forgot that Langdon was there at all until you noticed him grab a fork as well. Also taking a bite and continuing to watch you - clearly amused with your reaction.

You two continued to eat in silence; meanwhile you momentarily began to get lost in your own thoughts yet again. You knew he didnt have to do this; he very well could've just.. had the dessert with someone else, like Mallory, or even enjoyed it by himself, but he purposefully chose you...

Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of how he seemed to subtly state that he returned your affection. You knew there was no way that he didnt know that you harbored feelings for him; the way in which you acted flustered in his prescience had to be a dead give away.

An hour or so later you walked back to your room; the night slowly cutting into the early hours of the morning but you really couldnt care less. You really didnt care about anything, even if Venable found you. The last thought you had before you took a very shortlived nap, was how much of a sneaky bastard Langdon truly was.

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[weasleymalfoypotter]

i hate you (but not really) pt4

draco malfoy x fem!syltherin! potter reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: fluff, a little angst, cussing

A/N: i am honestly really proud of this chapter and i’m really excited for the next two. i think there are only gonna be six parts but i really hope you enjoy this one. please like and comment suggestions or criticism and feel free to reblog!! also i have a lot of stuff coming out soon so stay updated and i’ll be posting a master list once i post more fics

it’s safe to say that i am in love with draco malfoy. these last few months have been ethereal. we took our time in getting to know every detail about each other, although it wasn’t necessarily by choice. it was a lot more difficult than we thought it would be to spend time together like a normal couple would do while hiding the relationship from everyone we knew and even those we didn’t. we decided very early on that it would be best to keep it a secret for now. if his family found out about us it wouldn’t end well for him and if my brother and godfather found out... it would end very early for him. it was actually fun keeping it a secret, always sneaking around the castle, learning everyone’s routines to keep away from prying eyes, and hiding away from other prefects and filch. we abused our prefect positions to help with the whole secret relationship which is exactly what we aren’t supposed to do as prefects but it’s justified in my mind.

we’ve been together in secret for 6 months now and i think we’re both tired of not being able to sit next to each other in the great hall, walk and in hand to classes, kiss when everyone was watching, and simply go to hogsmeade together like a normal freaking couple.

we went to my dorm room after dinner on thursday night and made sure no one saw him come in. i didn’t have any roommates , thank merlin, so we didn’t have to worry about that. we cuddle up next to each other just talking about anything and everything until he moved from underneath me to sit up, criss crossed, in the middle of my bed and spoke

“i think it’s time” he was being serious and goofy at the same time which was just adorable but i was stubborn and wouldn’t tell him that. i raised my eyebrows at his statement and questioned him.

“what are you talking about?” i tilted my head to the side, voice calm and unwavering. i knew what he was talking about but i was terrified. i also knew he would be right.

“i’m talking about us, about telling people, if it gets back to my parents i’ll just tell them it’s a silly rumor. the only thing we have to do is tell your brother” his voice trailed off at the end of his statement. telling harry was the terrifying part

“i want to tell people, i really do, but harry is going to be so unbelievably upset, you have no idea. not only have i been lying to him for the past 6 months, i’m also in love with his arch nemesis who he’s hated for the past 5 years. it’s not going to go well” i was talking animatedly with my hands.

“i know but we have to get it over with sooner or later, and it’ll only be worse if it’s later” he’s right. and i hate it. i sighed and laid back on my bed and pulled me next to him. “i know you don’t want to but it really won’t be that bad”

“what were the last words my brother said to you?” he chuckled but didn’t say anything and i knew it’s because it would prove my point. “exactly. he’s going to hate me” he was tracing circles on my arm and he kissed the top of my head

“he’s not going to hate you, trust me, i used to and we saw how well that ended” we both laughed, he always made me laugh when i needed it.

“i would say it ended rather nicely” i said with a smile tilting my face to look at his. he was smiling and i loved it. i took in his features and tried to suppress this moment to memory, trying to take a mental picture of him because he was just perfect. he looked down at me laying on his chest, looking at him with my e/c eyes and i just melted.

“it ended better than nicely in my opinion” he was smiling and it was beautiful. he leaned his head down to kiss me and the only words to describe this moment and every other i’d spent with him was perfect.

-

here it goes. time to tell harry. or not. let’s not. dammit i cant, i promised draco i would do it. harry would usually keep me updated on their common room password so i could hang out with them or study away from the slytherins so i made my way to the portrait hole. i said the password and walked in. sure enough harry, hermione, and ron were at a couch, hermione doing homework while harry and ron talked. upon hearing someone come in they lifted their heads and smiled when they saw me.

“y/n! hey i’ve barely seen you all day where have you been?” harry asked. he hadn’t seen me all day because i was so nervous about telling him that i avoided him like the plague.

“oh you know, classes and prefect stuff has been keeping me really busy lately” i nodded fondling with my hands awkwardly

“tell me about it, i’ve been studying nonstop and i think i might fall over at any given moment.” hermione was exhausted and you could hear it in the way she spoke while she scribbled with her quill.

“you alright y/n? you look flustered” ron showed concern on his face and he was right, i am very flustered, but he gave me a segue.

“listen i actually need to tell you three something” this caught their attention and hermione put her quill down as they lifted their heads up

“what’s up?” harry asked

“okay so you have to promise me to be calm...at least at first, and don’t get mad right away because i’ll explain everything” they all looked so worried but i knew they weren’t expecting what i was going to say.

“y/n what’s going on?” harry questioned.

“promise me. all three of you. you have to promise”

“okay we promise” hermione stated and the boys nodded in agreement. i let out a breath and decided to get it over with

“so... i um..” i sighed “i’m dating someone” their faces lit up at this, harry looked excited but concerned at the same time

“who is it?! why didn’t you tell us you liked someone? when did this happened?” ron questioned before anyone else could get a word out. he was happy for me, you could hear it in his voice, and it warmed my heart but in a few seconds he wouldn’t be so warm.

“okay this is the part where you can’t get mad” they nodded, and harry just wanted to know who was dating his sister. “umm, i- uh... okay. it’s draco malfoy” i said the last part quickly and i bit my bottom lip ready for the world to fall apart. hermione’s eyebrows furrowed and her mouth dropped. ron’s eyes were wide and he was blinking as he started daggers into me with his mouth agape, and harry didn’t skip a beat.

“what the hell do you mean ‘it’s draco malfoy’!” he stood as he spoke and he was trying so hard not to completely yell but he was so confused and on the verge of pure rage.

“i mean that i’m dating draco malfoy” i stated simply. he blinked and the other two stayed silent to let him react.

“NO YOURE NOT!!”

“yes i am, now if you let me explain-“

“THERES NOTHING TO EXPLAIN Y/N!” i looked at him with pleading eyes and he took a deep breath. “okay okay there has to be some rationality to this so explain what the hell is going on. explain to me why you’re ‘dating’ the most foul, evil, and terrible person we know. explain to me how you could do this. explain to me how this is supposed to be okay” he said angrily and quite loudly. i took a deep breath and looked away before meeting his eyes again

“he isn’t foul and evil and terrible actually” i stated calmly.

“HA!! right and voldemort didn’t kill our parents. how long has this been going on?” he was flinging his hands around as he talked. i looked at my feet “y/n... how long has this been going on?”

“six months.” i said quietly, but he heard me. his face dropped

“i’m sorry, what?” he blinked hard “you mean to tell me that you’ve been dating draco fucking malfoy behind my back for six months?! you’ve been lying to me for six months?”

“i didn’t know how to tell you. i knew you wouldn’t understand and we wanted to keep it a secret for a while” ron and hermione were listening intently to everything still in shock

“OF COURSE I WOULDNT FUCKING UNDERSTAND!!” he ran a hand through his hair and took another deep breath “y/n how, why would you ever be with him? how could you trust him? how could you trust anything he says? how could you excuse his behavior?” he had a point...but i had an answer. and one that he couldn’t dispute.

“i know he was horrible for the longest time but he never wanted to be. everything he did in the past was because of his father and he has hated himself for it his whole life, he’s wanted nothing more than to apologize. it’s not an excuse and he knows that, especially with everything he’s said to you” i looked at hermione “but that’s not him.” i spoke with a pleading tone trying to get them to understand that draco isn’t terrible and loathsome.

“and how can you believe all of that? how can you trust what he’s telling you?” i looked at all three of them before i answered

“because he took off his ring” their faces showed even more shock than when i initially told them that i was dating draco malfoy behind their backs for six months.

“he what?!” hermione asked.

“back in september he told me he liked me, i asked all the questions you did. i asked him how i could trust him, so he took off his ring. i saw draco for he really is and not what we all though him to be” i sighed while harry sat down took all of this in. knowing that draco was being honest and that he was actually kind is a shock for most at first. ron was still speechless

“i still just- i don’t know how to...process this” harry said after pulling his face out of his hands

“i know and i don’t expect you to understand and be totally excepting at first but once you get to know him for who he really is, you’ll understand.” ron finally spoke up next

“he really has left everyone alone all year, no bullying, pranks, nothing. i guess that makes sense now.”

“this is so weird” hermione said “i honestly can’t imagine him any other way than how we’ve known him”

“he’s actually the biggest dork ever. he’s sweet, and funny, and...just wonderful” i said. now that everything settled down i felt better. their responses were different because there was no lying when i was in someone’s mindscape. they had to believe what i said i saw in his head. i sat down next to harry and he spoke

“don’t go expecting us to be buddies anytime soon, but if you really say that all of this is true and he really is a good person underneath his... facade, i’ll trust you” i hugged him and hermione and ron joined in

“i love you guys” i said and a chorus of i love you too’s surrounded me. this went better than i expected and i knew draco would be happy that tomorrow we could walk into the great hall hand in and hand for the first time.

TAGS: @idkmanicantenglish @dracoswhore007 @lordlodge

[deansawthetvglow]

eternal skyline of a spotless mind- or the one where the first 5 or so minutes of 15x20 are the only minutes i accept. 

in which i ramble a whole ficlet on accident and y’all i need the full fic. yes there’s a tinnnny bit of smut. also spn 15x20 spoilers slightly 

now i want the fic where dean applies to be a mechanic, gets the job, does real good. he and miracle live in the bunker, sam and eileen moved out a year ago now to follow a job opportunity for eileen. it’s a big place to be alone in. he keeps watching over and over all of the movies he has in a file entitled ‘cas’ favourites’ he sips whiskey, a responsible amount, and pets miracles head while his head is on his lap. sometimes he dives into the lore, he’s glad sam isnt here to give him shit about finally doing his research, but he’s trying to find a way to cas. to save him. and one day he tries to mix up a spell thatll open a portal into the dark nothing and his ingredients sputter and spark and he thinks it’s gonna work this is it, and it just doesnt. the smoke clears, the sparks stop popping, and there’s nothing. and so that night he goes into the dungeon draped in one of cas’ old trenchcoats and he sits in that spot he had to sit years ago and he cries, and miracle sits beside him and he cries because he’s trying he’s trying to live for love he’s trying to do right by cas and he just....he cant...cas died thinking dean didnt...didnt love him. and god, does dean love him. so he cries and he whispers iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou and he falls asleep on the concrete, uses miracle as a pillow but dean doesnt think he minds. and he wakes up in the morning, eyes puffy, and he drags himself to work, and he’s back to square one. and this continues for a while, dean doesnt really remember when he tried the spell, but it’s been a while. a month, maybe more. and he goes into work, and there’s a new car for him to work on. it’s old, a classic, but dean kinda thinks she’s more junk than classic, sue him, and he starts working on it, and he opens the trunk to pop a particularly stubborn dent out of it, the client’s not paying for that but he just can’t let the car be driven around all beat up, and there, right in the trunk, is a trenchcoat. bundled up, and tan and big and dean grabs it, he shouldnt but he does and his heart is beating so fast as he brings it to his nose and smells it and it’s cas it has to be and so he rushes to the front office, demands to know who the client is, when are they coming by and as he’s going completely wild wanting to know everything it suddenly goes calm. because there, in a worn flannel and blue jeans, is cas. castiel. and dean just looks for a moment, to convince himself its real, and then hes rushing to a wide eyed cas and saying ‘you stupid son of a bitch’ and crashing his lips into those ones which he has wanted for and then cas isnt really kissing back so dean stops because he...he cant take anything more from cas, he needs to give and he...he stops himself because what if...what if this wasn’t what cas wanted, so he pulls back, lets his hands linger on the soft of the flannel, and then cas is speaking, head quirked, ‘do i...do i know you?’ and fuck. his heart drops right out of his ass. his knees buckles and hes on his way down when castiel catches him, pulls him up, hand on his shoulder, and he holds on to him. and dean lets out a ‘you don’t remember?’ and castiel says, ‘no. i...i dont i’m so sorry.’ and dean thinks all hope is lost until cas asks, ‘i know this is too much to ask but it...appears i know you, and i kind of just, woke up one day in a field and i...i dont really have anywhere to go..and um’ and hes rambling but he’s determined to get his little angel back, all the way back, so he says, ‘you wanna come home with me, angel?’ and cas grins and dean wants to see that grin everyday of his life. so he finishes cas’ car, lets him trail behind as they drive to the bunker. he doesn’t explain it really, just opens the door and says ‘well, heres the place’ and cas walks in and looks at everything with such wonder. and he brushes his fingers across the gold embossing of an angel on one of the books there and dean just watches, listens to cas breathing, aches to touch.

he sets cas up in his old room, cas quirks a head when he sees all the suits and ties in the closet, says something like ‘now i understand why i woke up looking like a tax accountant’ and hes being good old cas, sticking so close to dean and he’s sitting beside him to watch a movie and miracle is sprawled across their legs and cas says, ‘i could get used to this’ and dean says, ‘yeah cas, me too.’ so they sit and they watch and they repeat that day in day out and the bunker isnt so lonely anymore, and he and cas do everything together, and dean researches spells to get cas’ memory back. he thinks it has to do with the fact that his grace got ripped out in the process, theres a small nick on his adams apple that he recognizes as the place it must have left, but he coughs himself out of thinking about that neck and those lips and that hair and those thighs and- he hasnt kissed cas since the first day, he longs to. he sees the way this cas looks at him and he wonders. he wonders if maybe...maybe this castiel can learn to love him again. and it’s going on a year now. cas works down at the local flower shop and has an apiary on the hill above the bunker, deans still in his same routine of life, and they’re not...they’re in the same place they were before cas confessed. just, in this middle ground, this unspoken something, so as he lies beneath a car he decides, the happiness isnt in the having its in just being in just saying it, so he goes home that night, picks up flowers from a competing shop bc he doesnt wanna spoil the surprise, and sets up the table. cas’ name is still carved there, cas had laughed when he first saw it because “what kind of long name is that,” and dean was bursting with fond. and anyways he lays down a table cloth and lights a candle and waits. shaking in his skin just waiting for cas to get home, and then cas is walking in saying ‘hello, dean’ and running down the stairs, groceries in paper bags overflowing in his arms, and his hair is disheveled and dean helps grab a bag and puts it in the kitchen and waits for cas to follow and see...the set up. and cas asks, what’s this about? and dean looks at cas and takes a deep breath and says, ‘someone once told me there’s happiness in just....fuck...in just saying it so here goes. and its okay if you..if you dont but...’ and cas is getting closer, his head quirked and deans heart is beating out of his chest and he says ‘i love you.’ and then cas is rumbling, ‘dean, look at me’ and so he does, looks up into wide blue eyes and cas is smiling. smiling so big and beautiful and dean wants to hear it he needs to hear it he needs- ‘i love you too, dean winchester’ and then theyre kissing again, kissing and holding and deans a little embarrassed but hes crying and then theyre skipping dinner entirely and cas has his hand on deans bare shoulder and hes shivering into the touch its so overwhelming and he fucks himself down onto cas’ cock and cas digs his fingernails into deans thighs and looks up at him blue and beautiful and overwhelming and deans pretty sure he blacks out when he comes except, he doesnt, because his eyes are open and the lights in the room are all busted and cas is lying there under him looking up, dean thinks so at least, he can’t really see him and so he laughs and he laughs and he’s not really registering what happened, a beautifully timed power outage like something divine saying this is how you met and he’s here still and you finally have him and so he climbs off of cas and grabs something to wash them up and a candle or two from the table and when he comes back, and wipes the damp cloth gingerly across cas’ body he notices cas tense and he sees in the candlelight cas is looking very serious and he stops being sweet just asks ‘cas? whats wrong’ and cas says, ‘dean? dean. dean winchester... dean...righteous soul the one i fell for and will always fall for the one i love the one i have always...’ and dean dives back on top of cas and kisses him senseless because now cas remembers everything before and he remembers everything after and everything now and its perfect

and honestly they still arent really sure what happened except that maybe the spell needed angel mojo so it snagged it from cas or maybe the empty curled itself around cas mind and all it needed was the Loud of too many emotions to overflood it but all that matters is that they are here together.

and then one day, at the dinner table, cas looks at dean and he says ‘dean, will you....’ and he shuffles inside his pocket and presses a box into deans hand and its- ‘will you marry me?’ and dean is practically leaping over the table to kiss cas and saying “yes yes yes of course of course i wanna grow old with you i wanna be with you always in life and death in everything always together”

and cas is crying because he could have what he wanted, he has the one thing he wants most and dean wants him most too.

and then dean is pulling back and cas is looking pensive and he says, ‘there is one thing, dean.’ and dean looks worried so he places his hand on his knee and he says, ‘i want to be human, all the way human.’ and dean looks like he wants to protest or cry and hes not sure which it is but then dean is crying and saying ‘ill help’ and then the next day theyre out with the bees, because cas thinks his grace will do them good, and dean holds cas’ hand in his tightly and follows that little nick on his throat and opens it ever so slightly with the angel blade and tries not to think about how hes hurting the person he loves and he loves and he loves and then the grace is flowing away and dean captures it in a bottle, hands it to cas, who later pats it down in the ground so they can grow a new tree, and dean gives cas two little stitches on his throat and kisses all around them and washes cas hair for him in the shower and then

when the day comes, they go together, they get to live with one another and watch the sunsets on their front porch with miracle and jack and sam and eileen all looking out over an eternal skyline.

[tetsustation]

APPRECIATION POST !!

in another words, lina loves her friends a little too much & doesn’t necessarily know the right means of expressing it </3

cass [ @misutv ] — uh im in a sappy mood so if you’re not rockin with the sap please scroll! epic, okay. hi... lol hey. thanks for pushing me to do this. now i know you know that i love you, with my chest! from when we first started talking to all these months later, that feeling hasn’t changed (even though you took two months ALLEGEDLY to warm up). i think our friendship is unique in the sense that i really never expect anything from you, when we’re on the phone or texting it feels natural and when i think of you my first thought is that i want whats best for you. isn’t that crazy? i don’t think i say it enough, but i care a lot about you—about all of you, whatever your feeling at any given moment or whatever project you chose to pursue at the time just know i’m there to back it and never expect anything from you, besides just that—you. i hope this is making some sense, knowing me this might be a bit of a mess, a ramble even. still, i think your exceptional—inside out, i’m really glad to be your best friend even if its just through some silly little app. i appreciate everything you do for me, even if i’m shit at saying so, because its baffling that you feel so inclined to dedicate some time in your day to me—i could melt i think. fair warning, i’m gonna crush your lungs at the airport. all my love loser >:)

hesther [ @hesthermay ] — how many months has it been now? hesther, you are such a solid constant in my life and i literally cannot thank you enough. from our strangely comparative music taste to the oldest sister bonding, i really feel like your the one person i can really resonate with that i haven���t met in person (yet). even if it’s weird to say, i love reading your marvel drabbles and personal pieces because it’s oddly intimate in personal in a way that implies a lot of trust. i know i can rely on you if i need anything, and vice versa. every week i pull you into my world, and the next week you pull me into yours—it’s an entertaining constant that remains me i’m not alone in my silly little struggles. i’m really glad i met you, and i’m so grateful i get to call you my friends (and i get butterflies when you call me butterfly). not to be gross but please don’t stop being you, it makes me smile, thanks hes <3 love you. 

selene [ @hajigumi ] — hey whore (lovingly). we’re coming onto two months now and it doesn’t really feel like it but i guess i’ll take it. honestly, it feels like we’ve known each other for a really long time—maybe its the same timezone thing but you just feel so familiar. i get a little skippy when you tell me that i’m stuck with you because i really love being your friend, its such a comforting experience and i’ve grown such a fondness for you i don’t think will fade. you suck, frankly, for being so welcoming. i love hearing about your day, boring or not—and i’m grateful your always willing to be about mine. despite what anyone says, your a great cat mom and an even better friend... giggles... love you mwah.  

ly [ @kyotarou ] — i almost typed out the govt name help... babe i love you so much. it’s impressive how you put your heart into everything you do, and it’s really shocking to me when you yourself don’t realize just how much of yourself you put into the things you do. just today when you were making those little polaroids, the dedication that you had to finish them and package them all pretty was truly heartwarming. that, among many other things—including your work which is always quality despite the seemingly mass production of it. i know your younger than me, but i aspire to be like you in that respect. your wit never ceases to amaze me and i think you were one of the first people i felt comfortable thirsting with because our taste is so similar (daishou fucker solidarity i think). i have such a strong appreciation for you as a friend and i hope it stays like that for a long time. 

angela [ @oikirstein ] — i think i’m gonna take a step in the right direction and try to be civil (kidding) but bestie when you’re sending audio messages of you scream sobbing about manhwa i can’t help but giggle. something that drew me into you was your humor, because honestly, i couldn’t help but feel really comfortable with you? even one on one, its just easy to talk with you because theres always so much on your mind—so much so that it’d be impossible to be bored. NO YOU KNOW WHAT SIDETRACKING BECAUSE YOU JUST CALLED ME THE EVIL TWIN UM. angela please never change, i don’t think i could bare it. i tolerate (love) you... ig....stay swag. 

violetta [ @hikariakaashi ] — once again i am tempted to pull out the govt name HELP. that’s just how comfortable we are with each other, i think. you were one of the first people to interact with me on hq tumblr, so far back that you probably remember my red/black alyssa layout lol—but thats really shocking to me because our friendship has grown so much sense then. it makes me giggle to think that i can just text you about stupid stuff and you’d tolerate it. you’re another person i feel as though i know in real life, its just so easy talking to each other, and my only hope is that we get even closer. mwah mwah!

rissie [ @levbug ] —rissie rissie rissie! i don’t care how much we slander and tease you, i love you to bits. please because you’re so funny and easy to talk to i feel like we’re besties. i could listen to you ramble for like an hour i just wanna hug you bae, thank you for being the only armin lover in the room—it makes me feel very seen. we gotta stick together >:)

rheya [ @diorpieck ] — hey rheya twirls hair...i really have a lot to thank you for because without hq radio i wouldn’t have met over half the people on this list and it baffles me how close we’ve become since. you are such a natural leader and i feel so honored i get to talk to you (the fact that you handle me is just as surprising). thanks for looking out for me and everyone else, because i don’t think we’d be where we are without you. thank you :>

jade [ @iwaizoom ] — jade i honestly do not know how to say this but apparently i’ve followed you since like last july (this is news to me too) and i’ll spare you the speech—but in short there was some fan behavior. i truly love talking to you, its so smooth and your energy is beyond welcoming. laughing at stupid shit with you makes me giggle like crazy and i’m so glad i get to call you a friend. stay in school mwah!

issy [ @cafemiya ] — hey pissie <3 i don’t know what it is but your presence is so comforting i love just talking to you, being around you, interacting—it feels like spring if that makes sense. you’ve written a lot of my comfort fics on this hellsite and for that i am permanently indebted to you. please consider this the start of my reparations and just know your existence in and of itself makes me all bubbly (lovingly) KISS! 

nayru [ @luvoratomi ] — i feel like we’ve known each other forever even though it’s only been a few months. still, you’re so consistent which is something i really admire about you, your messages to ask me about my day or hanging out in the discord is so grounding because i know i can count on you—which sounds silly but just know despite the teasing i love you a lot <3

cal [ @lovekags ] — don’t tell anyone but you’re my favorite epic gamer cal, i know we just started getting close but you’re so incredibly cool and talking to you feels so natural! your raw skill in so many different areas is baffling to me and makes me all blushy lol, thanks for rockin with me and i can’t wait to see how that powerpoint turns out >:)!!  

[lovieebby]

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a/n: i know this isn’t the oneshot/fic i promised but here’s something i whipped up! i thought since i’ve imagined for a hot minute that id just spit it out. thank you @viking-raider for rereading this for me 😂 ily & also i apologize again bc im posting this thru my phone so im sorry if the formats funky!!

summary: you thought you could be a big girl, instead its sassy and rude and daddy is fed tf up.

word count: 2.2k (wowza)

pairing: henry cavill x reader (y/n)

warnings: um henry himself? implyed smut, sub!reader, daddy henry is fed up, description of readers pussee, i made a bad pun, that cursed blue tank top

tag list: @hell1129-blog 😘

you and henry have been dating for some time now and your sex life was off the charts, but about six months ago you both had started dabbling in the bdsm dynamics as a couple. henry already knew what he was doing, you, not so much. you had an idea but you never really completely understood how to be a submissive, you where naturally that way in the bedroom but anywhere else outside of that felt off to you and plus you never had a dom that was as strict and as serious in this lifestyle as henry, your past partners just in it for the hype of the kinky sex.

you loved being his submissive but it was hard at first, you had always looked out for yourself and so it became a habit to take things into your own control and set up walls. but after time and love henry slowly took down those walls and you where able to trust him with your whole being. after a while, you really loved being taken care of and being able to hand the control over to someone else, it feeling like you could finally breathe.

you felt like you where a genuine good submissive, theres never really a right or wrong way either, henry had told you, easing your mind when you had gotten concerned. most days you listened, wanting to please him and get praised for it. you lived to be a good girl for him, but some days where more rough than normal. some days you just wanted to be independent and in charge of yourself, doing what you please, and more often than not, henry caught on to it fast and put you back into your place.

you stood in the kitchen, standing by the fridge trying to figure out what to drink. you rubbed your ass, stinging still from the spankings you got earlier. ten hard swats on each cheek and you didn’t get to orgasm once the first punishment was over, no orgasm was your second punishment.

bummer.

henry sat in the living room, on his laptop replying to an email. he wore his blue tank top with his sweat pants, feet perched up on the ottoman. he had started an email once he had given you the much needed aftercare and reassurance. you both had cleaned up taking a shower together and getting into your lazy day clothes.

henry heard the fridge being closed roughly and the shelves within it shaking. he had talked about this with you time and time again, you used to do it at your own home, but now you two lived together, so that meant respecting your surroundings. what was so hard about that?

“don’t slam it, please.” he had said, making eye contact with you when you spun around to look at him.

“i didn’t! it was the suction from the door!” you explained, getting a little snappy with him, not wanting to get caught that you did, in fact, do it again. you turned around, not wanting to be called out, and made yourself busy looking in another cabinet for something to snack on.

henry looked at you questionably that quickly turned into a stern disapproving glare, “don’t talk back to me,” he sighed out, turning back to his email. he thought your attitude dissolved, clearly it just doubled.

“i’m not, im just defending myself,” you sassed out quietly, making a mocking face while you searched in the cabnet.

“excuse me?” his voice boomed out. he pressed hard on the send button, sending the email, he didn’t bother double checking if everything was typed out correctly. henry moved the laptop over to the empty seat. he crossed his arms, frowning at you, surprised at your returned attitude.

“did you fart?” you sassed again, closing the cabinets, you spun around and crossed your arms. coping him while leaning on the counter arching your eyebrow, biting the inside of your cheek.

bad move, bad move (y/n).

henry was baffled, you just got done with a punishment not even an hour ago. he had beaten your ass pretty well, and he rarely had to do that. he thought if you wanted a challenge, you would quickly lose. he stood up from the couch, and slowly walked to you, once he got the the kitchen island he put his hands down, spreading his fingers out. he towered over you even if it was a couple feet away, his eyes piercing into you, daring you to continue your attitude.

he’s never had to punish you multiple times in one day, but if it was needed, he was going to.

“little girl,” he started, his voice dropping an octave, “drop the attitude, i won’t tell you again.”

“fine.” you snapped, you where definitely not going to. “but i didn’t slam the door.”

“(y/n), i don’t care,” he punctuated each word, leaning forward.

“i didn’t though! i’m not lying!” you threw your hands down, almost stomping your foot on the floor.

you where acting out, you knew he was getting back in his dominant role, but you where serious too! you didn’t want to be dominated at the moment. you didn’t want to say your safe word, it wasn’t needed, you were just being a brat. you just wanted to be you for two seconds, not henry’s baby, you felt big.

“alright, get over here.” he stood up straight, walking away from the counter, clinching his jaw. he was fed up, you had no reason to act this way and he was quickly going to put you in your place.

you suddenly realized that you became a big mean brat more than a big girl, now you wanted the floor to eat you whole, like right now. utterly embarrassed that you thought you where so confident about yourself and your actions. you didn’t want to move, frozen under his glare, you where already thinking of what he was going to do, and you where praying he wasn’t going to swat your ass again, his spanks weren’t light and your ass was as rosey as ever.

“move it missy,” he said, snapping his finger down in front of him where he wanted you, “now.”

you slowly moved to him, your confidence completely leaving your body as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat. you stood in front of him, not making eye contact, his eyes too intimidating. if you looked at him, you’d beg for forgiveness, but at the moment you where still trying to hold on to a useless lie.

henry breathed in deep and let it out slow through his nose, he knows its hard for you sometimes to comply and completely listen but you both agreed to the rules henry had set. he let you stand there, making you think. it also gave him a moment to calm down, he didn’t want to just lash out and show his frustration, but he still wants you to know who’s the boss.

he honestly just wanted to sit down with you and junk out after getting his business done, but clearly he needed to punish you again because apparently you didn’t get the memo the first time.

“we agreed on the rules, did we not?” he questioned you, crossing his arms. he looked out at you, you looked anywhere but him.

you nodded your head, agreeing with him.

“oh, now you have nothing to say?” he taunted, ticking his jaw. “you had so much to say earlier.”

“we did.” you whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

“look at me when i’m talking to you,” henry gripped your chin, tilting your face up to him. you whimpered dropping your hands to your side, his grip making your bottom lip jut out.

“if you don’t agree with the rules, you know what to say, if not, shut it,” he sternly watched you, waiting for you to say something, putting a little more pressure into his grip, shaking your face a bit, waiting for you to say the word. when you didn’t, he continued, “now i don’t know what got into you, to think you can speak to me like that, but that needs to end. quit your shit and stand in the corner, hands behind your back.”

you frowned, opening your mouth in disbelief, now you where upset all over again, the submission leaving your body. you’ve been put in time out a couple times but right now you weren’t feeling it, this is dumb!

“like a kid?!” you loudly questioned.

“yes! because you’re acting like one!” he let go of your face and with one hand he pushed you to the corner by the breakfast table with his other, he pointed to the known corner.

you picked up your feet and scoffed, this was unfair, you weren’t a child! you clinched your jaw when you got the corner, so frustrated you screamed in your mouth.

once henry heard you whining and carrying on he walked up behind you and smacked you ass, harder than he intended but it worked, he needed to make a point. you gasped and jolted forwards, bracing your hands on the wall, your ass was still tinder. he stood behind you, putting his hands up on the wall caging you in. he put his mouth right next to your ear.

“you did this to yourself, so take your punishment like a big girl and shut up. i don’t want to hear you.” he said, leaning into you, making himself known, “you don’t run shit here missy, and i’m here to remind you of that.”

he pushed off the wall, backing up from you and smacked your stinging ass again, giving a warning. you held your whine in and closed your eyes tight.

he turned around and stood by the counter, he looked down at his watch and set a timer for twenty minutes, he could probably get some small chores done, so he could waste time waiting on you. he didn’t want to stand there and watch you because you’d notice and probably say something and he just didn’t want to hear it. you where always so good, but when you got bratty and sassy, he nipped that shit quick, not wanting it to happen again. as he was leaving the room and gave kal a quick pat to follow him, he doesn’t need you petting him while you’re in your corner.

you were embarrassed to say the least, you were in a corner with your hands behind you, flustered in an uncomfortable wetness from your arousal. henry made you flustered on any given day but when he became daddy, it was so much more worse. you where still soaked from the first spanking and from the rough sex you just had earlier.

you moved side to side discretely, you only wore an over sized cotton tee with your soft sleep shorts with no panties, not wanting any extra material on your bum, the shorts already a little scratchy on your bruised cheeks.

regretting your attitude, you wanted to apologize, but you knew if you spoke up, you would get reprimanded from henry. so you stood there, trying to pass the time by trying to find shapes on the textured wall.

after some time you noticed you haven’t heard henry, you perked up and peeked over your shoulder, you didn’t see henry anywhere not even kal. usually if you tapped the wall kal would come over and you could at least have some type of company. you tapped the wall a couple times, but no response from the pup. you turned back around to the corner, trying to patently wait, wanting to be good for your daddy.

what felt like hours, you finally heard henry come back into the kitchen, pulling a chair out from the breakfast table and assuming, sitting down in said chair. you wanted to apologize so bad, you weren’t ever bad like this before, you felt terrible for being snappy and bratty at him. but you stayed and waited for him to tell you, you could come out.

“come here baby,” he said, patting his thigh.

you looked over your shoulder, shrinking into yourself a little apprehensive about moving, “you sure daddy?” you softly asked, you didn’t even know if you wanted to leave the corner, you where rude.

he chuckled softly, he patted his thigh again, “yes i’m sure baby, come on.”

you turned around and stood between his legs, you put your left hand over your shoulder, messing with the hem of your tee shirt. “i’m sorry daddy, i was rude and i really did close the fridge hard.” you said as you rose your head to look at him.

“i know, you don’t lie very well,” he smirked, rubbing the back of your thigh, loving the feeling of your warm skin. “you know why you went into your corner, right?”

you breathed in, sighing, “because i got snappy with you,” you said, henry blinked and gave you a knowing look, waiting for you to continue, “and that i lied.” you quickly said the rest.

he hummed, nodding his head, “good job baby, you did good.” he squeezed your thigh, as you relaxed and put both of your hands on his thighs leaning into him.

you smiled sheepishly and leaned all the way down to give him a kiss. when henry kissed back, he put his other hand on the back of your head, softly intertwining his fingers to massage your scalp.

he pulled back, looking at you intently, “don’t lie again, i like having my good baby.” you nodded your head and gave gave him another kiss.

a/n: thank you guys for reading, feedback is always nice so dont be afraid to say something 🥰

[catgrump]

“You’re a terrible liar.” ShinSai if i may i loved your other shinsai one i saw and theres so little content for them

Always happy to supply some juice for those who need it. 💛

This is a Non-Despair Hope’s Peak AU!

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It was quiet. Too quiet.

Shuichi could sense every change to his environment.

He was incredibly nervous, and was trying to focus his attention on anything but his anxiety.

He looked up from the book in his lap, against his better judgement.

There sat Korekiyo at his desk, skimming through his copy of the same textbook.

Shuichi was still amazed Kiyo invited him to study. Alone. Together. In his room.

Sure, they’re in the same class, but Shuichi looks at Kiyo and wonders why and how someone so refined, mysterious, and sophisticated would want to spend time with him

Kiyo is an intimidating person. He’s not just intimidating because of his intelligence and manner of speaking, either. He has a beautiful face. Shuichi softly sighed as he looked at Kiyo, who was nose-deep in the text. He’s so uniquely pretty. Shuichi could stare and admire all day if getting caught didn’t embarrass him so much

And when Kiyo picked his head up to speak with Shuichi, Shuichi worried he had just been found out. “Shuichi?” Kiyo practically beckoned him, “What did you get for question 5?”

Kiyo’s citrine eyes pierced into Shuichi, flustering him. He wasn’t used to seeing Kiyo’s lips, either. In the comfort of his room, Kiyo was able to remove his signature mask. The lower half of his face is just as remarkable as the top half. Kiyo had the appearance of the subject of a historical painting.

“Um...” Shuichi looked down at his textbook, “I haven’t gotten there yet. I’m about to start.”

Math wasn’t one of Shuichi’s strong suits. That was just another reason he felt so tense sitting on the floor, his back pressed against Kiyo’s bed. He doesn’t want Kiyo to think he’s an idiot. If only they were working on work for literature, or science. Then Shuichi might be able to impress him.

Kiyo’s lips curled into a smile. “Let me know if you get 3 over pi.”

“Oh god; I have to use pi?” Shuichi complained, but then he was kicking himself internally. So much for not wanting to look stupid.

“So you struggle, too?” Kiyo asked. Shuichi was expecting a harsh judgement, but Kiyo sounded just as collected as ever, “I think I’m starting to understand the equations. Let me help.”

Kiyo got out of his chair, took hold of the open textbook, and moved to sit next to Shuichi on the floor.

A new kind of intimidation set in. Pretty boy sit close. Pretty boy is tall and looms over. Does pretty boy know their arms are touching?

Shuichi wasnt entirely sure what Kiyo was saying. Math goes in one ear and out the other. But Kiyo was reaching into Shuichi’s book to point out things. Their heads were so close. Shuichi was having trouble controlling his heartbeat.

He knew Kiyo was talking; explaining how he figured out how to solve the problem. But Shuichi couldn’t help studying something totally different: the someone who was talking to him.

“Is there something on my face?” Kiyo moved his eyes to look at Shuichi

“N-no! Sorry, I guess I was just staring into space,” Shuichi quickly came up with an excuse, laughing nervously

“Then is there some particular reason you’re staring at me?”

Shuichi felt a lump in his throat. Had he just ruined everything? Kiyo continued as Shuichi’s palms began to sweat, “I’ve been stared at plenty in my life, but I expected more from you, Shuichi.”

His words were temperate, but they scathed Shuichi. He was quick to defend himself. “No, that’s not it! I wasn’t staring at you because you’re weird or anything like that—“

“You’re a terrible liar.”

That stung most of all. “I’m not lying!” Shuichi insisted, feeling his frustration bubble inside him.

“The Strange Kid Who Wears a Mask all the Time invites you to his room and you get to see him without the mask so now you have to find out what’s wrong with him; is that it?” Kiyo was losing his composure. And it was making it difficult for Shuichi to keep calm himself.

Sensing Kiyo’s distress was making Shuichi’s eyes start to water and his throat tighten. He had to do something. “I just like looking at you; I’m sorry!” was what came out of his mouth, whether that’s what he wanted to say or not.

After a few moments of silence, Kiyo was able to look at Shuichi again. He could see Shuichi’s quivering lip that he was desperately trying to control. “You... like? Looking at me?”

Shuichi sniffled and nodded his head. He managed to say “I swear I’m not lying.”

Kiyo chuckled. “Beauty recognizes beauty, I suppose.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened. “Huh?”

The eye contact they made was strong, but somehow relaxing. Kiyo used a finger to delicately wipe a tear from Shuichi’s cheek. And Shuichi’s hands were trembling. When he felt Kiyo’s hand rest against his jaw, he shivered.

And when Kiyo softly smiled, Shuichi couldn’t take it anymore. He took control of his trembling hands to bring Kiyo’s face to him, kissing the lips he only recently got the priveledge to see.

To his surprise, Kiyo reciprocated, leaning in to deepen their movements, allowing Shucihi to wrap his arms around the back of Kiyo’s neck.

It was passionate and warm, but soft and gentle, accompanied by the golden light of the sun embracing them through the window.

This was not how Shuichi expected his evening to go. But he would be lying if he said he hadn’t daydreamed about this possibility.

Some daydreams can come true.

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Tae's Guardian Angel

Merry Christmas everyone! Have a blessed day listening to Christmas Love and Snow Flower.

 Sometime back, someone asked me about Tae’s friendship with Bogum and if it had anything to do with Jin, so here’s the very delayed answer. 

It’s not the first time I’ve been asked this but this is the first time I bothered to look further into it and with the help of some people from the cc, managed to compile this. 

Disclaimer: This is a little compilation of TaexBogum from information readily found on the internet for those curious about their friendship and in no way meant to probe into his circle of friends unnecessarily. I don't know and don't claim to know more than what they have chosen to show publicly. 

The question that started this whole thing:

“Do u think there was a Love triangle going on between Taejin & Park Bogum back in 2016-2017?”

And the comments/thoughts by various people on this matter:

- Different anon but now i'm intrigued as to why some ARMYs think there was anything going on btwn Tae & Park Bogum. Can some anons list down any suspicions they have about them? 😅 Seems like it'll be good fic material lol

- I personally never had any doubts. It seems really similar to what Tae does with his wooga squad. But because Bogum is just one person, people immediately joked about dating. At least I always took it as a joke. I never knew there was serious dating claims going around. And Jin and Tae seemed comfortable when Bogum came backstage after LY concert. https://twitter.com/rainbootae/status/1026410350256607232?s=19 This is what I could find after a search of their dating history.

- Diff anon. Taejinnies also think he had smth with the guy from shinee, with seojoon, with jk, with jimin...lmao. All are a stretch. I could better believe he had dated girls instead of any of these men. I only believe in taejin, really. If tae has ever hooked up with anyone else, my bet is on a non celeb, since he doesn't seem very interested in idols.

- Well, kinda yes coz TaejinBogum had a BB concertdate before BurnThe Stagefight. TaeBogum went on a trip alone & next day Tae posted a pic with Jin. Jin commented "let's breakup".

- another different anon - the jeju island trip was the most intriguing part to me when speaking of bogum and tae. also the pics and videos seem very domestic and romantic. however, the fact taehyung recently said he wants to go on a 10 days vacation to jeju island with the members kind of changed my mind about it - i think he really likes the place, and when you like a place why not visit it with your friends? bogum and tae are very close, i think its adorable they traveled there together. also he just got back to korea and missed him and its nice they did something fun together. i must say that i do think theres a possibility tae had a crush on him back then, but i dont think there was something more between them. also, i think its important to state that a crush can coexist with unrequited feelings, so i dont think his feelings for jin were any less. ITS ALL MY SPECULATIONS THOUGH. we dont know what happened and whats real, and im not claiming to know anything or that anything i said is the truth!

- Tae's a beautiful social butterfly i'm sure he's had many dates with alot of his friends lol (like how jin teased him in the SOOP & the latest Run episode) so it's impossible to detect if any of his other dates are romantic or just friendly dates. All this will just stay under the speculation/imagination territory since there's no way to verify them. 😂😂😂

- Now that you mention it this way, Jin's word choice of 'Let's break up/Let's end this relationship' is rather peculiar. And even though Jin always teases the boys about dates, like that 'hoe-ing' tweet. But he has never put himself in that kind of joke with anyone. Hmmm. Or, seeing as how Taejin went together matchy matchy with Bogum to the concert and how Bogum was praising Jin after the LY concert, to me, there seems to be no hard feelings. Maybe Jin was slightly jealous that his boyfriend was going on a trip alone with his friend leaving him at home. Tae posted the selfie to tease Jin and Jin joked about it. 😂😂😂 So many possibilities.

- Different anon but i simply thought that the taejin tweet photo with the caption "thx❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️" was to thank the fans that came to the Bangkok concert. But now knowing the chronology of events that happened: 15-21 April - Tae & Bogum trip to Jeju 22 & 23 April - Wings concert in Bangkok 24 April - Taejin wearing matching hoodies at the Airport For Tae to tweet a selca of just him & Jin (Jin's unflattering photo lol 🤣), now it has made me "???????" okay guys thanks for making me curious for no reason 😂 Also i have a question since the reply to that tweet was "No... that's too much" & "Let's break up" https://mobile.twitter.com/BTS_twt/status/856113742731333632 , how do the fans know it was Jin who tweeted that? Or do we all just assumed it was Jin by the assumption of Jin didn't like how he looked in that photo? 😅

🐻 In summary, most of you who replied thinks they're just great friends, at most, some are curious about that Twitter post by Tae after he came back from the Jeju Island trip with Bogum.

Here's a little timeline of what we know of Tae and Bogum and Jin gathered by all of you.

Refer to this useful thread for a more comprehensive view of their friendship- https://twitter.com/tetemeIon/status/1324961793987366918

Since most of you already know about their friendship and how close they are, I'll just insert my comments under each event.

They met back in 2015, hosting Music Bank together.

07 Jan 2017

Tae went to Big Bang's concert with Bogum, and is joined by Jin. Widespread, most people know that Tae and Bogum went to watch Big Bang's concert together, I'm not sure if they also know that Jin was present as well and there are photos of the trio together.

?? April 2017

Tae and Bogum went on a trip to Jeju island. This trip took place (if my date sources are correct) around 3 weeks after their burn the stage fight. 2 weeks after Taejin made up. I know some people feel that these photos feel very 'colourful' and seem more than friendly, though as one anon pointed out, he loves going on trips with his friends and this seems no different than how he is with Wooga gang, the only difference being Bogum is one person while Wooga is a group. Also, Tae is a social butterfly and loves making friends. That said, I don't think there is anything remotely ‘suspicious’ about this trip.

23 April 2017

Here comes the most debatable part of Taejin x Bogum, despite the fact that Bogum is not even in this selca and this is supposedly linked to Taejin's fight in burn the stage. This is here only because Tae tweeted this (again, if my sources are correct) 2-3 days after Tae got back from his trip.

(https://twitter.com/bts_twt/status/856112657073451008)

Personally, there are a few things which stand out in this tweet: 1. The use of red hearts. 2. 5 of those red hearts. 3. The captions being 'thx'. 4. Jin's reply to this tweet. 5. Tae deleting his reply to Jin's reply.

The rest are just a whole web of speculations and assumptions.

If I recall correctly, Tae was the only one who used purple hearts before 2018? And he only used purple hearts when he posted about Jin. So this here, 5 red hearts on their selca after their fight and right before they wore matching brown hoodies sort of stands out. Not that it's wrong, but makes me wonder if something happened to trigger this caption. The captions, obviously- thanks for? An anon pointed out that they initially thought it's meant for Army, which maybe true, though due to the reasons listed above, I personally think it’s more than that. Another thinks it could be related to Bogum, reason being- "thanks for letting me go on a trip with my friend alone, you're the best boyfriend" - a tease to Jin. Who knows? 

Reminder that all these are wild speculations, nothing more. It could also be nothing related to Tae's trip with Bogum.

Jin replying 'let's break up' (to the anon who asked how do we know it's Jin, it's likely him, I don't see the other members interrupting their interactions especially since this is after they had a fight) I assume is due to the 'unflattering' expression that Tae chose to post.

So, despite the questionable captions, there is nothing concrete or substantial to show that this is indeed linked to Bogum or this is just Taejin being Taejin. Just a reminder- this is the final selca Tae posted of the both of them and we never had any more photos from him since, except for the heart shaped hand shadow photo in 2018. (Not counting videos of Jin that he posted, of course)

'thx ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️'

To which Jin replied "Let's break up" and Tae replied "Sorry" but it got deleted. 

24 April 2017 

The very next day Taejin wears couple hoodies to the airport back home. 

?? Jul 2018

They shot Coca Cola CF together, Jin and Bogum took a selca.

18 Feb 2019

Bogum posted a selca of the both of them. Right now, Bogum has enlisted, I don't doubt that their friendship is ongoing and strong. Perhaps we'll see more selcas of them in the future.

20 Mar 2019

Bogum came to LY concert in HK

He met them backstage, without telling Tae or any of them. And there's a Bangtan bomb of him meeting them after the concert:

He complimented Jin because he sang so well. I know there's a bunch of analysis videos on this depicting jealousy but I personally saw none, everyone was jolly and there was no awkwardness. I also feel that Jin and Bogum may be closer in real life, Jin being someone who keeps his friend network largely private, we'll never know and so can't verify unless he chooses to reveal them. I wonder if Bogum is one of the friends Tae requested a ‘Happy Birthday’ video from to compile to send to Jin. Considering how tight they are, Jin probably received one from him as well.

Finally, to answer the anon's question- no, I do not think there was any love triangle between the three of them. I do agree with that one anon who thinks Tae may have been star struck by Bogum back in 2015, who is an accomplished and well known actor. There could have been a little crush, who knows, nothing close to what he had for Jin, if I were to make a comparison, perhaps he sees Bogum similar to the way he sees J-Hope, full of trust and admiration and someone he feels comfortable being with and have deep conversations. Also, Jin and Bogum are most probably close friends as well. 

I hope you read this with a grain of salt and have an amazing Christmas!

[ourstarscollided]

THERES TOO MANY I CANT CHOOSE - so can i choose two?? 🥺

reincarnation juke & 5+1 proposals willex

wip game

I’ve been called out by you for having double your list (which, to be honest, I didn’t even REALIZE), so it only makes sense for you to be able to choose at least two 😅

Under the cut since it’s gonna get a little long!

So for the Reincarnation fic, I really haven’t gotten anywhere with it since I had the idea in like December. It’s super overwhelming to think about all the possible storylines, so I’m gonna let Rosie deal with that chaos... This scene happens after what I shared for JATP Fanworks Appreciation Week:

Did he mention that it always happens the year before she turns 21?

So yeah, he ran. Because it was the only thing he could do. She would be gone from his life no matter what, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. The longer she was in his presence, the harder it would be for him to not give into the urge to want to get to know whichever version of Julie existed in this timeline.

“I don’t get it, why was this time so much sooner than the other times?” Alex’s face scrunches up in thought as he counts counts the timeline in his head. “It’s only been like what, 25 years? That’s like the shortest time between meetings.” 

He shrugs, because he’s been asking himself the same thing. They really didn’t expect to meet her again so soon. It’s as if the universe needed them to be together again, pushing its own agenda onto the two of them. Like there was a bigger plan in place that he wasn’t privy to nor could ever figure out. 

The last time was in early 1994. They were 16, on the cusp of 17, and just gaining traction as a mildly popular rock band called Sunset Curve. They were playing local venues in and around Los Angeles, most of them just dodgy bars that they weren’t even really old enough to be in, but there was one they always frequented - Kismet Proportions. He hadn’t met Julie in that timeline yet, he never usually knew until he saw or heard her. 

From his knowledge, their meetings all seemed completely random. His last meeting before this was when he was on his death bed at age 67, lying in a hospital where 19 year old Julie was a nurse. Another time before that, at a little village market where 21 year old Luke was selling handmade instruments, and a 3 year old Julie had run up to him asking if she could try. He can only really remember a handful of times when they had met where they were around the same age.

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For the 5+1 Willex Proposals fic, I don’t have anything worth sharing yet, but it’s basically what it says in the title. I just have a bunch of scenes of them proposing to each other, but I’m still debating on how to piece them together, which are below:

5 times Alex tries to propose to Willie + 1 time that Willie beats him to it

5 times they try to propose to each other + 1 time they accidentally do it at the same time

5 times Willie jokingly proposes + 1 time he actually does

5 times Alex doesn’t believe in love (kind of like a character study I guess into his past?) + 1 time he does (it’s Willie, if it wasn’t obvious)

And yes, there are way too many proposals that involve hotdogs and skateboards... I never knew I had so many ideas about how to propose with those two items, but I surprise myself every day.

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Thanks for asking my friend 🧡