#time >> 2129

[kitnita]

[resinfossil]

What really gets me is that he knows exactly how many years it's been since Ptolemy's death. With his own age he's just like "ehh, over five thousand" but with Ptolemy's death he's keeping track of exactly how much time has passed down to the year.

It’s always “I love him” and never “It’s two thousand, one hundred and twenty-nine years since Ptolemy died, he was fourteen. Eight world empires have risen up and fallen away since that day, and I still carry his face.”

[msmysticfail]

Pluto in Aquarius

I'll give you a dose But it will never come close To the rage built up inside of me Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

✶November 19, 2024 to January 19, 2044✶

Aquarius/Uranus rules: rebellion, innovation, thinking outside the box, youth, young adults, community, contribution to the community, groups, breaking conventions, dreams, ideas, surprises, accomplishments, social networks, social causes, social problems, dissatisfaction, uniqueness, agitation, fighting for ideals, fighting for ideas, new, future, future plans, technology, artificial intelligence, online groups, internet, unpredictability, rebellion, innovation, revolt, radicalism, chaos, revolution, turbulence, dissatisfaction, future, astrology, astronomy, gender equity, outer space, UFOs, programming, camaraderie, visionary, questioning, recycling, social responsibility.

Maybe we will feel like a new chapter is beginning because it is, however I would like to say that it is not yet the definitive end of an Era, that will only happen when Pluto enters Pisces and then begins its cycle again with Aries (2068–2098). Only then will we have the beginning of a new Era for humanity. That’s why it’s important for us to pay close attention to how we handle the pending social issues of this Era, such as: global warming, water resources, non-renewable energy sources (oil), gender inequality, humanitarian crises, hyperconnection, artificial intelligence, fake news, deep fakes.

I believe with all my being, with all my intuition, that if we do not take care of our planet now, when we are about to feel the force of Pluto in Aquarius acting on the collective (Earth), future generations—my children, your children, our grandchildren—will suffer greatly from the scenario that Pluto in Taurus (2097–2129) will bring. This generation will certainly pay for all the irreversible damage we have caused to the Earth. This is my intuition and my premonition, and I believe in it with my life. We must take care of this planet while there is still time.

Aquarius is also the opposite (opposition) of Leo, so leonine figures, as well as leonine themes, will go through certain challenges—this is a time of change.

When Pluto was last in Aquarius (1777–1798)

Lenormand was alive;

Yes, the creator of the Lenormand tarot was alive when Pluto was last in Aquarius, with the gift of vision running through her veins. Pluto in Aquarius guided this incredible seer through the paths of divination. Moreover, Marie Anne was part of the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Era.

French Revolution;

Declaration of the Rights of Woman and the Female Citizen by Olympe de Gouges;

Creation of the guillotine;

The “fall” of the monarchy;

The “fall” of absolutism;

Creation of the United States of America as an independent country;

The Enlightenment as the “predominant form” of thought.

Predictions

Return of Cicada 3301

This is a more personal prediction. I feel that with Uranus entering Gemini and Pluto in Aquarius, we will see a boom in all matters related to the internet. Pluto rules sects and secret groups, which is exactly what Cicada 3301 is.

More violent protests

Protests will become more violent due to Pluto’s influence, which acts as an “amplifier” (similar to Jupiter), but Pluto intensifies extreme emotions. Therefore, if the collective is very dissatisfied, this dissatisfaction will be tripled, and as a result, the protests will become more intense.

Advancement or colonization of Mars

Elon (Mars in Aquarius in the 8th house) and his team will certainly make great progress when it comes to advancing the colonization of Mars, as outer space is ruled by Uranus, the ruler of Aquarius. Thus, I believe that we, as humanity, will move forward toward space-related achievements.

Changes regarding misogyny in India (Parts of Asia)

There is still a dramatic scenario in 2024 occurring in parts of India and East Asia, where baby girls are abandoned or killed simply for being girls. Korean women still face a great deal of gender disparity in the workplace.

Behavioral shift in South Korea

South Korea still has a social landscape that does not favor gender equality.

New social network emerging

Yes, a new social network (or more) is on the horizon, as Uranus in Gemini (Air) and Pluto in Aquarius (Air) have joined forces to bring many innovations.

Social network ceasing to exist

Pluto speaks about death, and in this case, since it rules the internet, apps, and social networks, a certain social network has a high probability of ceasing to exist.

Change in beauty standards

Pluto in Aquarius will make a direct opposition to Leo, which, like Libra, dictates beauty standards and trends. The Aquarius-Leo axis deals with fashion, trends, individual tastes, and collective style.

Growth of astrology

Aquarius literally rules astrology, predictions, and our starry sky full of planets. With Pluto in Aquarius, the market is likely to see a boom in books, courses, and debates about astrology. Its importance will grow significantly.

Growth in the quality of electronic music

DJs, in particular, will be producing music and melodies that will “touch” the audience on a deeper level. As a result, we will have higher-quality music and new electronic hits emerging.

Hollywood will undergo a drastic transformation

Hollywood is literally one of the biggest symbols of Leo (with a strong influence from Neptune, as Neptune rules cinema and cinematic art). With Pluto in Aquarius making a direct opposition to this sign, we will see major transformations in aspects I can’t yet predict concerning Hollywood and its actors and actresses.

Aquarian figures gaining power and fame

Whether they have personal planets in Aquarius or simply embody this archetype.

Gigantic growth of AI

We will end Pluto in Aquarius with so many innovations and machines compared to what we have now. The question arises: could AI ever gain self-awareness? (...who knows?)

The masses will be more dissatisfied/questioning

We will be unconsciously reevaluating the rules imposed by society. As a result, feelings of dissatisfaction may arise at various times, leading to rebellion, strikes, and protests.

Greater contact with Space

Aquarius rules the starry sky, space, and everything strange to Earth. With Pluto in Aquarius, we will be more inclined to explore space, and we may even finally receive confirmations regarding extraterrestrial life.

Places most affected:

Argentina – Moon in Aquarius 27°03’

São Paulo – Sun in Aquarius 14°51’

China – Ascendant in Aquarius 5°56’

United States – Moon in Aquarius 26°58’

Brazil – Ascendant in Aquarius 28°10’

Cuba – Ascendant in Aquarius 17°30’

India – Midheaven in Aquarius 14°49’

South Korea – Sun in Leo 21°40’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Los Angeles – Midheaven in Leo 1°26’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Tokyo – Moon in Leo 6°06’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

India – Sun in Leo 21°07’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

Mexico City – Sun in Leo 3°11’ (opposition to Pluto in Aquarius)

To conclude, I want to make it very clear that I feel a significant event of large proportions will occur when Pluto in Aquarius, at its final degrees, opposes Uranus in Leo, starting around 2038 or 2039. This movement will greatly impact society.

“Ideas are bulletproof!”

— V for Vendetta

[farfromharry]

Summary: On your way home from the library you were almost robbed, good thing your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman was there to save you.

w/c 2129

Spiderman!OscarPiastri x Reader

a/n - my first blurb of this au!! these parts won’t be posted in order, they’ll probably just come randomly :)

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London wasn’t the safest city in the world, that was pretty common knowledge. During the day it was crowded, busy, and chaotic. At night it was downright dangerous. So you had no idea what went through your mind to think it was okay to walk home from the library by yourself after it went dark.

Your friend had tried to talk you out of it, but you assured them you would be fine.

Lando sighed as you packed up your stuff. “Y/N, come on. Just wait like, 15 more minutes and I’ll come with you.” He only had a couple more paragraphs left to write. He didn’t understand why you were in such a rush.

“I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m going far.”

It was roughly a 10 minute walk back to your flat from here, but a lot could happen in that amount of time. He thought you were being silly. Why risk your safety just to go to bed 15 minutes earlier? Lando was practically sweating. His best friend would kill him if he let anything happen to you. Oscar wasn’t here right now to make sure you got home safe, so the responsibility fell to him. But god were you stubborn.

He ran his hands over his face, sighing deeply. He was sort of hoping you would see his distress over this and take pity on him. You didn’t.

You set your hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine, stop worrying so much. I’ll text you when I’m home.” You smiled at him and he quickly realised there was no convincing you. He was just going to have to hope and pray that everything went smoothly.

You threw your bag over your shoulder and said your goodbyes. He watched with a horrible gut feeling as you left the library.

The dark didn’t bother you all that much. Lando was just being dramatic. You had lived in London for years while doing your degree and so far nothing bad had happened, night or day. You had no reason to believe it would now. If anything since the appearance of Spiderman a few years ago, the city had never been safer. There was always the chance something could happen though. Tonight it looked like it was going to be your turn.

You heard the footsteps, the clinking of a littered beer bottle being kicked down the pavement. Your grip on your bag tightened and your breathing quickened. It felt like your heart was almost pounding out of your chest.

Maybe you were being dramatic. London was a busy place. There was a high chance it was just some stranger also making their way home. They might take the same route.

You chanced a glance over your shoulder; a bad idea. He saw you, locked eyes with you. That was your mistake.

From then, the footsteps grew faster, closer. Your own footsteps picked up the pace out of pure fear.

There was no escaping it when he grabbed you, or more specifically, grabbed the strap of your bag. You gasped, whipping around with pleading eyes that would do nothing for you.

“Give me the bag.”

You frowned, trying to keep it close to you in the hopes he might grow bored and give up. He didn’t need to know what was in it, that your laptop was there. You needed that laptop more than anything else in there. He could take all the money from your purse for all you cared, as long as he left that.

“No, please, I need it.”

Obviously the man didn’t care. “Give me the fucking bag!” You stood there, tears lining your ears as you handed your bag over. All your work was going to be gone. Everything you’d been working on for so long. You didn’t even care that much about the cost of replacing the laptop, but the essays and the work on it was priceless. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do without it.

Luckily for you, your saviour had arrived.

There were flashes of red and blue, ones that you couldn’t make out until you heard a voice.

“I think you should give the lady back her bag.”

He finally landed on his feet just in front of you and you felt your jaw drop. You were pretty sure your robber was just as amazed as you were. Though you couldn’t imagine he was about to have a good experience with the infamous superhero. No one moved for a moment, just staring at him in shock. He glanced between you both. “What, is it something I said?”

You watched as he shot 2 webs in the direction of the robber, effectively pinning both his hands to the nearby wall. Then he shot a 3rd one at his torso just to be safe. The man never stood a chance. You watched as he searched the man’s pockets, pulling out a beaten up old phone. He promptly dialed 999.

“Yeah, hi, this is Spiderman, I’d like to report an attempted robbery.”

You couldn’t even imagine what the operator on the other side of the phone was thinking. After informing the police of your current whereabouts and how the man had tried to steal your stuff, but was now otherwise… tied up, he placed the phone back in his pocket.

Spiderman then grabbed your bag. “I’ll be taking that back, thank you.” He turned to face you, not even giving a second glance to the man he’d just immobilised. He was secure, he couldn’t bother you now, he was confident in that. “I believe this is yours.”

Your hands were shaking as you took your stuff from his outstretched hand. How was this real? You couldn’t wait to tell Oscar about this.

“Thank you so much.”

He put his hands on his hips. “It’s no problem, Miss. Maybe don’t walk alone in the dark next time. Get a friend to come with you.” He couldn’t be there to save you every time something happened, that was what he was implying. This time around was lucky.

You nodded. It wasn’t like you were going to ignore a literal superhero’s advice. What kind of idiot would you be to do that? You would probably do anything he told you to. “Yeah, of course.”

He shot a web up to the top of a neighbouring building. You felt your heart sink a little at the idea of your saviour disappearing so soon. On a whim you stepped forward, grabbing his wrist so he couldn’t quite leave just yet. The eyes of his suit grew bigger and you assumed his eyes were widening. It was actually quite cute.

“Thank you again. Is there someone I can repay you?” Giving Spiderman money probably wasn’t something a lot of people did. You felt like you owed him though.

He laughed, a laugh that sounded oddly familiar. You didn’t question it though, it was probably just the adrenaline of the moment messing with your head. “That’s okay, it’s what I do. Stay safe.” And with that he disappeared, swinging through the rooftops of the city with a joyous yell.

You laughed. “What the fuck just happened?”

The man that had tried to rob you in the first place, still stuck to the wall with webs, spoke up. “You’re telling me.” You would have been more afraid of him getting to you had you not heard the sirens that were echoing around the place.

He groaned and you smiled, glad he was getting what he deserved. “You have fun with that.”

The rest of your walk home was pretty peaceful. Though when you finally made it inside your flat, you did let out a big sigh of relief. Once the door was locked and you were safe, you felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders. No one could get you here. Everything was fine and Oscar would be home soon enough. After shooting a quick text to Lando to let him know you were home, missing out the part where things had gone sideways, you could finally relax.

You flicked on the TV, skimming past the news for any mention of Spiderman tonight.

At the sound of keys in the door, you perked up, quickly changing the channel. Oscar was home. That was arguably your favourite part of the day. You beamed at him as he walked through the door and the smile was quickly returned. He didn’t know if he would ever get over the feeling of coming home to you. He wandered right over to you.

“Hi,” you greeted, kissing him just like you would any other day when he got home. He looked a little sweaty, disheveled, but you didn’t mention it.

He slipped off his backpack and his coat, tossing his bag by the couch and hanging up his coat in its respective spot. “How was the library? Lando okay?”

You shifted shyly, like there was something you weren’t telling him. “Good, yeah. Something happened on the way home, but I’m fine, I swear.” Those words did nothing to stop his worrying. “Just don’t freak out.”

He sat beside you, taking your hands in his and resting them in his lap. “Talk to me.”

You sighed. “A guy tried to steal my laptop,” His eyes widened and his mouth opened, but you carried on talking before he could interrupt. “No, don’t worry ‘cause Spiderman was there and he stopped him. Got it back for me and webbed him up too. It was so cool.” Admittedly it had been terrifying at first, but realising you were in the presence of a literal superhero was breathtaking.

“Spiderman?”

You nodded. “Yep. I know it sounds insane, but I swear it happened.”

You seemed so excited about it. “I believe you, it just worried me, baby.” The thought of anyone trying to hurt you for any reason broke his heart. Whether there had been someone there to save you or not, it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. “Why didn’t Lando walk with you?”

“I told him I was fine.”

Oscar sighed. He loved that you were brave and independent, but sometimes he thought you were dying to give him a heart attack. “Well, next time, don’t walk alone in the dark.”

Where had you heard that before?

“Just want you to be safe,” he muttered, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking the skin softly. You leaned forward, brushing your nose against his. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you. You were everything and more to him. “Love you.”

You pressed your lips to his, a slow, tender kiss that showcased just how much you truly did love one another. The first one to pull away was you. You rested your forehead against his, just enjoying the closeness. Sometimes you didn’t need to talk or anything, you just needed to be close to him, to feel him. His presence was grounding, comforting.

“Time for bed?”

The exhaustion hit you as he posed the question. “Time for bed.”

He picked up his bag and let you lead the way, following behind you to your shared bedroom. He basically launched himself onto the bed, more than ready to tuck himself under the covers after a long day. You wandered into the bathroom to take off your makeup, brush your teeth, etc. “How was your day?”

“It was good, had some awkward customers at work but-“ His heart dropped at the sight of the red material peeking out of his backpack. His eyes darted to the bathroom where your voice was coming from and he took his chance. He shot a web towards the zipper, tugging it until it closed and hid the mask he was terrified of you finding. There was only seconds between him retracting the web and you coming out of the bathroom. His heart was pounding.

“But?” You saw the nervous look on his face. It must have had something to do with why he stopped talking mid sentence. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, I just got distracted. It was a pretty good day, not as good as yours though apparently.”

With a smile you climbed into bed beside him and tucked yourself into his side. He winced slightly, hoping you didn’t notice, but you did. You noticed everything when it came to him, well, almost. “What happened, are you in pain?”

“Just sore from work, lifted a box that was a little too heavy for me I guess. I’m okay.”

You nodded. “Good.”

With one last glance towards his backpack, just to check everything looked normal, he reached for the lamp beside his side of the bed and switched it off. “Goodnight, baby.” He kissed your head.

“Goodnight, Osc.”

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[doggoboigaugau]

Omegas' Dystopia

This story is based on this post.

Pairing: Alpha!Male Reader x Omega!Ghost / Submissive top!Male reader x Dominant bottom!Ghost

Tag: A/B/O, world-building, dystopia, historical fiction

Summary: Alphas are the victims of society's hierarchy. Ghost finds the medic of his team in a building and in heat.

Word count: 2129 words

Distant noises of men screaming and shouting were piercing through your brain while continuous explosions almost deafened your ears. You tried to urge your brain to work on recalling what the hell was going on at this very moment, but it was inundated with too many noises for analyzing to make room for another matter. Helplessly, you turned to your body, internally screaming for it to function as you found yourself unable to open your eyes, move your arms, or open your mouth. On top of that, you can feel your whole body burning uncomfortably as if you’re put on a cross and burnt alive like the Omega ‘witches’ in medieval times, and the burn feels the worst in your stomach. 

Your heat arrives. Worst, it arrives in the middle of a gruesome battle, and you are the only medic alive on your team. 

“Fuck.” You mumble. It won’t be too bad if you have your emergency kit containing scent suppressants with you like always, but during the ambush earlier, you dropped it while running for your life. If your enemy finds that kit, they’ll know there is an Alpha somewhere on this battlefield.

That won’t be of the gravest concern for you right now. Because you are in heat, your scent will soon flood this whole compound, and any Omegas that can sense it will blow this place up and search every corner to find you. A weak, lonely, delicious, and especially rare Alpha. It’s scary to even think about what will happen when they find you. Given that only 2,9% of the population now are Alphas, and most Omegas are likely to live their lives without experiencing Alpha scents and intercourse with Alphas until their very death, once you are found, you’ll never be found again. You’ll be kept in a cage, whether it is a room in a military base, a luxurious mansion, or a literal cage, and your only job from then on is to be a pretty little thing for the Omegas to cherish and sexualize.

“I have to think of something…” You mumble to yourself again. But what thing? Without scent suppressants, the Omegas will soon locate you and ‘eat you alive’.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy boots echoes on the first floor of the building whose second floor you’re hiding in. Who is this? You ask yourself. Are they on your side or on the enemy’s side? Either way, if you don’t think of an escape plan right now, your life as a free individual will end abruptly. 

You look outside the window of the room, looking down at the ground below.

“Too high…” Even if you escape from this building, your legs probably won’t be good enough to run from potential predators later.

Much to your horror, you can no longer hear any sound anymore. The sound of the heavy boots just earlier appears to vanish into thin air, since now the only noises your fuzzy head under the influence of the heat can make out of are from gun fires, explosions, and screaming. Where does that person go? The inability to locate the potential enemy and the fear of losing freedom forever, subjected to hungry men’s wishes, makes the burning in your brain and stomach worsens, scared of your own active imagination.

“Doc?”

You jump. It’s a familiar voice, belonging to the person whom even in the middle of a crowd you can always recognize.

“L.t…” You mutter, turning your head back to what is supposed to be the door of this room in this dilapidated building. Ghost is standing there. His expression is hard to tell as always because of his skull mask, but you can easily guess his eyes are widened in surprise.

“You- you are an Alpha???” The massive man exclaims. It’s a piece of information that renders even the most unimpressionable man like Ghost speechless.

*****

Since the first record of humanity on Earth, there have been three genders: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. At the beginning of mankind, according to prehistoric parietal art, drawings on vessels, bowls, or potteries, and earliest writings, Alphas were described as the dominant individuals of the communities, leaders and decision makers of all trades, and the biggest contributors to growth and advancement in every field of the early societies. Betas and Omegas were by no means members of no use, but their roles were rather more passive and behind the scene, and when outright wars threatened, it was the Alphas that were powerful enough to withstand successive tortuous days of fighting and sustaining horrendous injuries. Portraits of Alphas were often men of tall and muscular build and in powerful poses, such as riding on horses with weapons in hands, or standing before a throne and overlooking a kingdom. Archaeological evidence suggested that during the early time, Alphas, Betas, and Omegas lived in harmony and each gender had specific roles to play in society, as Alphas–the gender bestowed with physical advantages–were in charge of diplomatic activities which also included wars; Omegas, with their slender frames, delicate hands, and exceptional reproductive abilities, were creators of the majority of arts, as well as the housekeepers responsible for educating offspring; Betas, who seemed to be the most “ordinary” of all since they were without any exceptional traits, would do anything necessary that Alphas and Omegas didn’t have the time for to keep the society function properly. In short, all genders were important parts of the early society, each represented a strong link in the chain of the prehistoric generations. 

Regarding attraction and reproductive activities, humanity functioned mainly based on scent. Alphas and Omegas, as the most sexually active ones, had very strong and unique scents, and as a result, their scent glands which were located on the back of their neck were more prominent. Betas’ scents were much weaker, so the glands on their necks were not as noticeable. Another notable characteristic of Alphas and Omegas was heat circles. This varied across individuals, but on average, every three weeks or a month, they would experience heat, the time during which their reproductive capacities were greatest, and contrary to popular early belief, both Alphas and Omegas needed gentle care and constant scent reassurance from their mates. In order to mark someone as their “mate”, Alphas or Omegas would bite the scent gland on the back of the mate’s neck and inject their own scents into the individual through it, although historians agreed that Alphas were often the ones to do this kind of gestures due to their more dominant role in the early society.

However, the harmonious relationships among these three genders started to show signs of deterioration when mankind began expeditions to other territories in search of safe trading routes, both on land and at sea, to boost their economy. As trading exploded on various continents, bestowing great wealth and luxury to men, the consumers’ needs also brought about the emergence of new commodities. Omegas were one of those. Slavery became immensely profitable, and Omegas were abducted, captured, and forced to leave their homes. Since then, the value of Omegas was reduced to that of property that Alphas could own.

That part of the dark history was not taught in schools to children nowadays. The details of that time are only known to the historians, and are protected by the governments, which are now mainly run by Omegas. In fact, more than 90% of the people in power now are Omegas. 

What brought about such a chance? The Omegas never accepted their place as slaves. After several generations of slavery, which could amount to some centuries, Omegas had become stronger, larger, and more muscular in build. They secretly connected to each other from all countries, and with the help of many progressive Alphas who opposed slavery, organized revolts against the governments. Victory ensued, and a society of equality was slowly being built again. The progressive people hoped to rebuild the balance of the old societies, but the majority of Omegas in power, who feared that history could repeat itself, had another plan. They slaughtered Alphas in secret, even the ones that used to help them regain their freedom. And when the brutality meted out to the Alpha population could no longer go unnoticed, they continued their quest of complete decimation despite opposition and warnings from the forward-thinking. 

Only until there was no trace of the Alphas did these men stop their barbarity. But then they realized why the so-called forward-thinking were so scared of a future without any Alphas. 

The heat circles.

Both Alphas and Omegas needed care and reassurance from their mates during these times, and an Omega without the scent of an Alpha, just like an Alpha without that of an Omega, would turn into a berserk monster blinded by the instinctive and primal needs. Thousands of men were turned into such a state every month, as the governments were now desperate to find any Alphas that had been lucky enough to hide from their blade, as well as fund projects that could produce remedies to this instinctive desire. Some Alphas were found, hidden away by their Omega and Beta relatives who truly cared for their wellbeing, but these poor boys were vulnerable and subjected to serious health problems, and even death, as they had to care for too many men.

It took the Omegas various decades and millions of deaths of men who craved Alpha scent but could never have it to produce types of suppressants strong enough to prevent further painful deaths. Still, the Alpha scents are what men have always sought after, and since below 3% of the world population now are Alphas, only the wealthiest, most successful men can lay their hands on an Alpha.

Alphas are now treated like Omegas in the old societies, the pretty little things that offer men pleasure and help to show off their status, but obviously, the Omegas are not very proud of what they have done to reach this stage.

*****

“I’ve always thought you’re a Beta…” Ghost says, his voice surprisingly so much softer than usual as he looks at the trembling Alpha in the corner of the room.

“It was…thanks to the scent suppressants…” You stutter.

“Then you’ve hid it well, haven’t you?” The man with the skull mask asks. You hiccup helplessly as you can feel Ghost radiating his strong scent which quickly wraps around your burning body like a warm blanket.

Scotch. His scent smells like Scotch. It’s funny enough because it’s also the man’s favorite drink.

“What are you doing…?” You ask, curling up into a ball in the corner, looking like a weak, newborn wolf pup who has lost his pack, alone and vulnerable in the middle of the vicious wild.

“Helping you to hide your scent, idiot.” The man chuckles, which is even more strange. He kneels down beside you, his strong hands grabs your arm, forcing you to open up before him.

Your self-defense mechanism kicks in as you try to struggle against this unrivaled Omega, “Let me go! What do you want?”

“Shhh…” Ghost whispers to your ear. His eyes narrow as he loosens the collar of your white coat, revealing your swelling, reddened scent gland. The poor little thing is twitching constantly, which is a clear sign of the individual being in heat and desperately needing suppressants or their mates’ care and scent reassurance. 

“Let me mark you.”

“What???” You exclaim, unable to believe in your own ears what the man just says.

“I said, let me mark you.” Ghost patiently repeats, “As in I’ll bite your scent gland and inject my scent into you.”

“What??? No way!!” You protest and struggle again.

Ghost easily suppressed your weak attempt to get away with his strong hands and arms, “This is your only chance to get out of here safely, Doc. If I don’t mark you, your scent will reveal to every man here on this battlefield that you’re the rare Alpha that they’re supposed to have no opportunity to meet during their entire lifetime. You can imagine what happens after that, right? To them, you’re the delicious little prey that they wish to have at least a bite on. But, if you let me mark you, my scent will act like the natural suppressants, and you can go back to the base without fear of being found out and then take care of your heat later. What do you say, huh? Little Alpha?” 

Seeing that you’re still indecisive, Ghost lowers his head to your neck again, “Or if you like, I can help you to take care of your heat as well…”

“I don’t need your help with my heat!!” You exclaim, then try to stay calm despite your furiously blushing face, “F-fine…Mark me…”

To be continued...

New series lmao...Also my surgery was delayed :) There will be smut in this one, but rather with a darker theme because this is a dystopian society after all lmao 👍👍👍

[hihhasotherfixations]

Kinktober Day 16: Bath/Shower sex - Price x Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

CW: fem!reader, shower sex, lube, fingering, p in v

I really need to learn to start making drabbles instead of oneshots cause at this rate I’m never finishing kinktober. Heck, we’re even with days in December now 💀

I’m gonna try to keep up now so that this ca finish this month :)

Word Count: 2129

“Come on.” John ordered as he stood beside the couch, his arms crossed as he looked down at you.

“No, I’m busy.” You replied, making the man narrow his eyes. “I took a shower when I got home last night, I’m fine.”

“You need a shower.” The man argued back and you lifted your head, glaring at him.

“I know you want me to take a break, but this is not the way to do it.” You said pointedly and John looked off to the side, trying to hide the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

For the past half an hour he had tried to get you to take a break, unhappy with how little you took care of yourself and refused to take moments of rest. It started with just asking, then escalated to offering food and drinks, then going a step further to him saying he needed fresh air and wanted you along, until now, where he was just accusing you of reeking when you very much didn’t.

You’d gone right back to work, ignoring his presence while he was standing there, the stern expression on his face which had most men cowering only making you yawn.

It was infuriating.

“Y/N, for the love of god, stop being stubborn.”

“You’re not religious, that phrase holds no power.” You mumbled without looking up and that was the last straw.

Without warning, John swiped you up, leaving all your stuff to clatter onto the couch.

“Jonathan!” You cried out in despair but he didn’t care, carrying you with him even as you struggled, his years of military training making it so you stood no choice against the bulging muscles barely hidden underneath his tight turtleneck.

“If you don’t need a shower, then fine. But I do.” He rumbled, keeping a hand firm on your ass as he moved to the bathroom, plopping you down on the bath rug after closing the door.

“John-“ You warned as you tried to step past him only for him to step into the way. “You don’t need me in order to shower!”

“Yes I do.” He smiled back, a cheeky glint in his eye. “How can I ever reach my back after you broke the back scrub?”

At that, you narrowed your eyes. “Your stubborn ass never used that thing. I’ve seen you writhe like a snake to reach and scrub your back with your hands.”

Chuckling lowly, John then stepped up, cupping your face.

It had your eyes softening - especially when he held such a loving gaze as he looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Do this for me?” He asked quietly, almost in a whisper. “You need a break, my love. I don’t care whatever excuse I have to come up with, so long as it gets you to take a moment for yourself.”

At those words, all the fight left your body and you sighed gently, looking up at Price with a soft smile. “You’re a way too loving pain in the ass, you know that?”

Chuckling, John nuzzled his nose against yours. “Good. Now get your pretty ass in the shower before I make you.”

Lovingly rolling your eyes, you started to strip, same as your husband. Though as you did, you noticed his eyes very intently focused on you, making him finish undressing at the same time as you - while he usually finished way faster.

“You’re staring.” You smiled and the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Can you blame me?” He questioned before putting his hand on your lower back, gently guiding you into the two person shower which he’d installed himself.

Stepping in, he closed the shower door before turning you around to face himself, his hands landing on your hips as he looked at your eyes before leaning in, kissing you.

Closing your eyes, your hands reached up to land on his shoulders, smiling against his mouth as he kissed you deep, gently moving his lips in tandem with yours before he broke it - keeping his head right up against yours. “That’s my girl.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, pulling your stomach into his as his right hand left your hip to turn on the shower.

Your breath hitched against his lips as the water rained down, yet John quickly crowded you into the corner of the shower, not particularly keen on having either of you be sprayed with ice cold water as it took a second to warm up.

You softly laughed as he broke the kiss, your voice turning into a hum as he then trailed his lips down your neck.

“Have plans, do you?” You teased, getting a squeeze on the hips in return.

“For you? Always.” He murmured against your jugular before stepping back under the shower head while pulling you with him, letting the now warm water fall down onto you both.

Groaning in delight at the feel of the warmth, you barely had any chance to silently enjoy it as John started back up on your neck, lightly biting at the sweet spot right where your shoulder met your neck, making you softly whine out.

“It’s time you truly relax, darling.” He whispered, his lips still pressed to your skin before he pulled back, the water having soaked his hair and beard, droplets running down his face, to his neck, before travelling down his chest where it tangled in the web of chest hair, running down his body.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.” His deep gravel spoke as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head to face him.

“Can’t I look at the man I married?” You asked and John hummed, one of his hands travelling down to your ass where he lovingly squeezed.

“Not when said man has different plans for you.” He hummed. “All I wanna see from you right now, is your eyes closed in pleasure.”

Smiling cheekily, you ran your hand down his chest, feeling the grooves and dips of his muscles before you reached his happy trail, using your fingers to push right into the middle of it.

Feeling that, all the blood that hadn’t already - rushed to John’s cock as he became achingly hard, a little groan leaving him.

“Are you sure this is to see my eyes closed in pleasure?” You whispered and the man gave your butt another squeeze.

“Don’t see why it can’t be mutually beneficial.” He whispered before grabbing your chin and pulling you into a rough kiss.

Taking in a surprised breath, you felt John’s arms encircle your waist as he pulled you closer, his erection rubbing against your stomach while the water from the shower hit the back of his neck, streaming down on you as he kissed you, swiping his tongue across your lips.

Parting your lips without hesitation, you bucked your hips up into his, feeling him hum out a little groan, his cock twitching.

“You’re going to drive me insane.” He growled against your lips before continuing to kiss you, blindly reaching back to the shampoo rack.

Smiling into the kiss, you let your hands wander up and down his chest, slowly leading down to his aching cock again.

Gently taking hold of it, you angled it down to slide between your thighs and instantly, shots of arousal shot down your spine as you felt him buck his hips into you, his shaft rubbing through your labia, your arousal starting to coat it.

“Fuck, feel how easily I slide through, love.” John chuckled as he broke the kiss, continuing to thrust into your thighs a few times, your bottom lip between your teeth as that made him rub back and forth against your clit.

“John.” You whined softly and he chuckled.

Following your silent plea, you heard the sound of a bottle cap being flipped open, your eyes opening as you looked down, seeing John holding the lubricant in his hand that the both of you placed between the shampoo just for moments like this.

With the shower still raining down on you both, he squirted some onto his middle and ring finger, leading them down and starting to rub your entrance without hesitation.

“Hn-“ Stifling the little noise, you stayed put, feeling him teasingly rub back and forth over your slit, alternating between rubbing your clit and teasing your entrance.

With his cock still between your thighs, he slowly coated you in the lubricant, his fingers finally dipping inside, starting to spread the gel more while beginning to stretch you out.

“So pretty f’me.” He groaned softly against your temple, starting to lean his face down while his fingers moved further and further up inside you, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear right when he shoved his fingers in to the knuckle.

Whining, you held onto his biceps, your hips involuntarily bucking as you felt him curl his fingers inside you, the tips rubbing against your wall before he started to slowly move them.

“John-“ You whined and he let out a low chuckle.

“No, darling. Just sit pretty and take it.” He hummed, leaning in to press kisses to your neck before continuing. “I can’t taste you right now because if I try, I’ll drown, so this will have to do.” As he muttered that, his fingers started speeding up and you gasped, your fingernails digging into his arms.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, bucking your hips and John groaned, the friction to his shaft still buried between your thighs driving him insane.

“That’s it, beautiful.” He praised, lightly biting your neck. “Keep going.” As he said that, his fingers sped up, a third pushing in to stretch you further while his other hand shifted to the front of your hips, his thumb finding your clit.

A bolt of arousal shot through your stomach at the touch and you moaned, earning more praises from John as he steadily kept thrusting his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to release.

“Come on, darling, for me.” He muttered into your ear, his own hips starting to buck, only adding to the sensations for you. “I wanna see you come undone.” He growled, circling your clit in a gentle pressure that drove you insane.

“John!” You moaned, feeling your orgasm coming on.

“Eyes on me.” He whispered, kissing from your ear, down to your chin. “Let go, cum for me.”

Hearing the order, you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as you clung tightly to him, your legs shaking as your orgasm wracked through you.

Moaning, your walls clenched around his fingers as you bucked your hips up, John continuing to rub your clit, making you whimper while you climaxed.

Revelling in the sounds you were making, John kept thrusting his fingers, prolonging your orgasm while you clung to him.

Panting and hot, finally you came down from your high and you shuddered, nearly sinking through your legs had it not been for your husband for you to hold on to. “Fuck.”

Smiling as he saw you, breathing heavily and standing on shaky legs, John wasted not a single second before slamming his lips to yours, pulling his fingers out of you as his arms encircled your waist.

Moaning softly into the kiss, you just closed your eyes, feeling his tongue delve into your mouth as one of his hands came up to the back of your head, his fingers sliding through your hair before he pulled your face even closer, leaving no room for anything but him.

Reaching up, your arms wrapped around his neck, and he groaned softly, his arm around your waist pulling your stomach into his, making your breath hitch as you felt his cock pushed up against your folds.

“I wanna hear you scream my name before we’re done, love.” He whispered as he broke the kiss and grabbed the lube once more, this time to rub onto himself before he positioned the tip at your entrance.

Grabbing his face, you just pulled him into another kiss, the both of you soaked from the shower as slowly you started pushing your hips down.

Groaning as his tip pushed inside, John grabbed your hips to still you as he then wasted no time, sliding in completely.

Feeling your walls clenching around him, John closed his eyes and breathed a little shuddering breath.

Holding you steady, he slowly began pulling out before thrusting back in, the lube doing its job as he moved.

Having been riled up for long enough already, John started up a fast pace, your breath escaping you as you moaned, your arms clinging to him for support as he began fucking you.

Safe to say, you were taking a thorough and lengthy break from work after this.

[luxcuriousao3]

Dove: A Zombie Ghost Story (Chapter Two)

Summary: He shuffled back some, giving her plenty of space. Enough that she could get out of her hiding spot and run away, if she wanted to. He would follow her again if she did, a hidden, monstrous protector. But he didn't want to hide. He wanted to be next to her, to have her ask him more questions, to not be alone, anymore… Word Count: 2129 Warnings: no smut this chapter (this fic is the slowest of burns y'all, strap in for a looooong ride), vague, brief references to unspecified abuse in the OC's backstory, semi-graphic violence, POV switches denoted by line breaks Notes: This is by far the shortest chapter in this fic as it currently stands. I am thinking of doing a double update today to make it up to the few of you who read this, whoever you are XD let me know if that is something y'all would like. AO3, Masterlist

Lelia woke up slowly, sore and confused. She wasn’t in the bed she shared with Andrew, back at the base, stealing precious hours of sleep in the time that he was gone, unable to relax when he was lying next to her. No, she was somewhere else, somewhere that smelled of damp earth and—rot?

Lelia opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was—and then screamed at the nightmarish sight that greeted her.

Milky white eyes stared at her through a dirty, broken skull mask. The zombie’s jaw hung open, bloody, grey flesh peeled away from its sharp teeth and blackened gums, leaving them exposed threateningly. Lelia tried to back away, but she was cornered, stuck in a trap of her own making.

It was then that the events of last night came back to her, and she sucked in a breath as she realized the zombie in front of her, who was now groaning quietly as it—moved away from her? What?—was the same one from last night, the one that had scared off all the others that had left her stranded in a tree. The one that had almost seemed to understand her when she’d begged for help, and then for it to go away…

***

Ghost hadn’t left his little dove’s side all night, standing over her like her very own guard dog. The comparison would’ve bothered him, when he was human—but he was more beast than man, now, so he simply thought it was fitting.

The zombies he’d heard earlier had indeed caught his dove's delicious scent, but one deep, rumbling growl from him had scared them off when they’d gotten too close for comfort. He’d checked afterwards to make sure he hadn’t woken her, but the poor thing hadn’t so much as twitched. Her utter lack of survival instincts dumbfounded him. He had no idea how she’d made it this long. But he was oddly glad for it, even if it concerned him. The end of the world hadn’t taken her softness from her, and he knew it would have been just as intriguing to him when he was alive as it was now. Ghost had never had something soft in his life, and his undeath had stripped him of everything warm, too. She was both. It made him want to curl around her like a shield, and protect her from the horrors of the world. To keep that innocent spirit from breaking. And he could, now, in a way he wouldn't have been able to do before. Because he had no other purpose, anymore. She could give him one, and if only she’d let him stay, maybe she could give him some of that warmth and softness, too…

Hours later, he heard her begin to stir. He took another step back from her little hideout, but crouched down so she could see his face, his stiff knees creaking ominously. He knew it wasn’t exactly a comforting sight, but he hoped that she might be slightly less frightened if she recognized him from last night, the zombie that had saved her and then let her go, rather than thinking he was some random infected.

When she screamed bloody murder upon seeing him, though, he reevaluated. It had been quite a while since he’d seen his own reflection—maybe he looked even worse than he thought…

Ghost automatically raised his hands as if to show he wasn’t a threat. That only made her curl in on herself, though, like she was expecting him to lunge for her. Which, well, of course she was. He was a zombie. A flesh eating monster. And she smelled so good…

He grunted as he shook the thought out of his virus-laden brain. His little dove let out a small, terrified noise, burying her sweet face in her knees, so he stopped. He wished he could tell her that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but every noise or move he made only seemed to scare her further. How was he supposed to explain that he was different from the other walking corpses? That he wanted to protect her, not eat her?

He looked down at the dirt, and he had an idea. He clumsily swiped away the leaves and other debris, then began to drag his fingertips through the clean patch of dirt. He was trying to write a single word—safe—but as he went to draw the first letter, he realized he didn't know what it was.

The thought made him go still. How did he not know how to spell such a simple word? He was no genius, but he wasn’t a bloody idiot, either.

Ghost growled, frustrated and more than a little bit afraid. He didn’t want to admit what he knew to be true—that the virus had destroyed so much of his brain that he was now illiterate. It was maddening. It was terrifying. He’d already known he was just a shell of his former self, barely clinging to his humanity, and yet…

“Wh-why aren’t you trying to e-eat me?”

Ghost looked up so fast that his broken jaw wobbled precariously, almost looking like it was about to fall off. He reached up and tried to put it back into place, to seem just a tad more human, but it simply fell open again as soon as he let go, dangling uselessly. None of that mattered, though, because she was talking to him. For the first time since he’d been infected, he was having a conversation. He would have smiled if he could have, so bright that Johnny would’ve asked him who he was and what he’d done with the real Ghost.

Who’s Johnny?

Ghost didn't know the answer to that question, but he didn’t linger on the wisps of longing and grief that came with it, nearly giddy from his dove’s question. She looked like she didn’t truly expect him to understand her, let alone answer, but the fact that she’d asked at all was enough. This was his chance. He couldn’t fuck this up. He couldn’t.

He shuffled back some, giving her plenty of space. Enough that she could get out of her hiding spot and run away, if she wanted to. He would follow her again if she did, a hidden, monstrous protector. But he didn't want to hide. He wanted to be next to her, to have her ask him more questions, to not be alone, anymore…

He settled down onto the ground fully, and then stiffly patted the spot next to him, inviting her to come sit. He didn't expect her to, even if he hoped she would—he just wanted to show her that he wasn’t a mindless animal, nor a threat. He wished he had food to give her, or even just a blanket. Anything to prove that he came in peace, and that he was useful to have around.

***

“You… you want me to sit with you?”

Lelia could hardly believe the words coming from her mouth, or the sight in front of her. A zombie, staring at her rather than eating her, inviting her to come sit next to it. A zombie that bobbed its head at her question and let out a soft groan, like it was trying to say why yes, yes I do.

Lelia was officially insane.

“Are you going to eat me?”

She was crazy, and she was going even crazier for entertaining the notion that a walking corpse could understand her, could communicate with her. All the survivors on the base had said the infected ceased to be human the second they turned. The second they were bitten, in some of the more ruthless soldiers’ opinions.

She shivered at the memory. She didn't like soldiers. She didn’t trust them, not anymore. Not after what they’d done to her. And as she really looked at the zombie, she realized something terrible—he was one of them. Or he had been. It was all so confusing…

The zombie shook its head stiffly, broken, hanging jaw clacking as it jerked back and forth at the movement. It was incredibly disturbing. She looked away.

“I don’t know what to do,” she confessed in a whisper after a long moment, still not looking at the undead soldier. She didn't know why she was still talking to it. She should stop. She shouldn’t play into whatever delusion this was. But she couldn’t seem to control herself. “I don’t know how to survive out here. But I won’t go back. I won’t.”

The zombie made what could have been considered a questioning noise, if Lelia was insane. She turned to glare at its terrifying, rotting face and its black, bloody, ragged tactical gear.

“The military base,” she answered, like it had actually asked. Her narrowed eyes were haunted as she stared at it angrily, tears threatening to fall. “I know what evils you soldiers are capable of. And I won’t suffer them, not anymore. I’d rather be torn apart.”

The zombie groaned quietly, lowering its head, almost as if it was ashamed. Of what, she didn't know. Being military? Or its fellow soldiers’ cruelty? No. Lelia was just projecting. It was probably a groan of hunger.

She swallowed nervously at the thought, shifting like she was going to try and make a run for it, because she was. But the zombie’s gaze darted back up, and she froze. But when it didn’t move, she slowly began crawling out of her little tree hollow again, until she was standing over it’s crouched form, staring down into empty white eyes. Gathering her scraps of bravery, she turned her back on it and began walking away from it as quickly as she could, still too sore and tired to run like she wanted to.

She looked over her shoulder so many times during that first hour, she lost count. The zombie had followed her once already—what was to say he wouldn’t do it again?

That was, if it was even real. She had begun to convince herself it wasn’t, at least not this second time. It had to have been real last night, there was no other explanation as to how she was still alive. But today? There was just no way. It had seemed far too intelligent to be real, today. She’d practically had a conversation with it!

She shook her head, letting out a huff of disbelieving laughter. No. Last night had been an anomaly, a fluke, some sort of strange zombie infighting, maybe some territorial hierarchical dominance ritual…

Lelia was definitely losing it.

Finally, she felt confident enough that no zombie soldier, figment of her imagination or not, was following her, and she stopped bothering to check. She was on a mission to find… something. Something to eat, something to drink, somewhere safe and warm to rest. Just… something. Anything to help her live another day.

After several more hours, in which Lelia had truly begun to flag, fate took pity on her, and brought her to a run down cabin in the middle of the woods. She quickened her steps, stumbling through the door, desperate to get out of the cold.

She barely had a second to notice the infected waiting inside before it was upon her.

Lelia screamed, trying to get away, but the woman’s stumbling corpse held on tight, jaws snapping in her face. Lelia barely managed to keep it from biting her, using all her strength to hold it back. But her arms were already trembling, and with every second, the gnashing teeth were getting closer.

This is it, she thought, terrified. This is how I die.

Suddenly, the zombie was ripped off of her, and Lelia fell to the ground, watching with wide eyes as her zombie—the one she’d seen last night and hallucinated this morning—slammed the other against the wall, over and over again until it finally stopped moving. A dark patch of black blood stained the wood where its head had been after the undead soldier dropped it, and Lelia stared at it, dazed and confused.

Suddenly, she felt gloved hands on her body, quickly running up and down her limbs. She shrieked, kicking out as she tried to scramble away. Her foot connected with something hard, but it didn’t move. It just let out a familiar grunt and released her.

Lelia froze, her panic clearing enough to register her zombie standing over her, taking a step back as it let out a gurgling noise. It had touched her. It had killed the undead that was trying to eat her, and it had touched her. She’d felt it.

It wasn’t a hallucination. “You’re real,” she breathed, feeling dizzy at the realization. “You’re real, and you’re not eating me, and you’re— you’re protecting me. How? Why?”

[sirwadewilsonfromimgur]

Deadpool and Wolverine: KCAU

Author: I've sat on this forever. Forgive any errors and weirdness, but i need it out there. Thanks to @nuggetpool-hi for making the art for it

The Winter of Discontent.

Freezing glacial cold... the kind of winter people think of as a stereotype of the midwest... the kind that made locals ask, "Why do I live where it makes my face hurt?" The tall tower looms over Pinn Valley Park and the west bottoms as it had for the last 167 years... an antique and the best preserved example of mid century modern architecture in the city. Thanks in the most part due to Wade and Logan Howlett-Wilson it's most infamous residents who've lived there the last 103 years...

700 W 31st Street, Kansas City, Missouri

(aka The Tower)

Christmas Eve 2130...

"Last christmas (you broke my heart)"

The last year had possibly been the worst of Wade's life...

James had passed away... James, bless his heart had held on and made it to the Christmas of 2129... a day later, things went downhill... he was in hospice care. Logan and Wade spent their 104th wedding anniversary at their childs deathbed. They didn't celebrate that year. On January first, James passed away. Gregory, James's best friend and husband, passed away shortly after... both of their ashes were interred at Union Hill cemetery in the same urn in the same níche together forever mere blocks away from the home where James was born and grew up....

Born... Wade remembered the day his son was born...

He remembers it being the happiest day of his life. He'd read an article while Vanessa was pregnant about the importance of skin to skin contact. Moments after entering this world, he was in his father's arms gently, held close to his chest... close to his heart... he left this world embracing his father.

Logan and Wade were both deep in grief.

In their grief, they stepped away from the company and work. Letting Ellie take control of the company in an interim capacity.... Wade just wanted his children to be happy. Ellie had proven herself time and time again in the feild, she was every bit the mercenary her father was and more... she had a head for business and ran the wetworks/ black ops department of MFM successfully for years... He got Logan to agree to relinquish control in August... back to school season...

Sending James off to his first day of school was heartbreaking for Wade,

Wade and Logan, were retired.

So Neither of his biological children would be ther this year.

Laura his adopted daughter wouldn't come until New Years Eve, it was the best she could manage, the work of a Xman didn't stop just because It was Xmas. Still it was nice to have her there to celebrate and it was his and Logans 105th anniversary... he's pretty certain the traditional gift for that one was palliative drugs and coffins.

Logan had gone out to pick up some last minute things for dinner tomorrow. Just the 2 of them so nothing extravagant.

Dickens always portrayed the ghost of Christmas future as the scary one... not for Wade, Wade was always haunting by Christmas past. He thought about it a lot.

He missed his kids.

As James entered his last weeks, Gregory was there... he'd actually passed away shortly after James...

Wade liked him, he faked his death once, had a perchant for drama and was a consummate smart ass...

Wade remembers the day the two stubborn men finally made it official... Wade didn't have the heart to make the obvious pop psychology joke to his face, but he thought it. James... men marry their mothers.

Wade and Gregory House had a lot of shared personality traits...

Thinking about James made Wade sad... his son, his Kitten... because he made him with Wolverine... the only child that was Biologically both of theirs... the only child they'd ever have like that. He was special.

Logan... this house is too big for Just us... the city, dosn't need saving... and Ellie has the company handled.

You know that land up in Banff we bought.

Yeah darl'n what about it?

... let's sell the Condo, at a loss if we have too. Unload it and build a log cabin, retire for a few hundred years we've got the money. Lord knows we got the time.

Bub, you love this Condo. You made it your life... what's wrong?

Truth be told Logan had grown attached to the condo and the city after 100 years... but he was also still mourning the loss of James... His greatest achievement in life was watching the sweet, kind, thoughtful boy he'd raised graduate from med school... he saved lives and took none... he was a compassionate and ethical doctor who prioritized patient care. He was one of the best things they ever made together... so when Wade came to him in his grief and said he wanted to move. He didn't fight, but Merely asked why... why did he want to leave this house this life they built together in Kansas City?

Honeybadger... I loved this house... past tense. Tears start forming in the corner of his eyes. He stairs at the Christmas tree lit up... I haven't been able to walk by much less set foot in James's old room in two years. The only person who's opened Ellie's door is the cleaning lady... and Altheas room has become a storage closet...

I've spent the happiest 100 years of my life in this house but now the silence, the emptiness. It's a cathedral to loss... Logan had started talking but wade couldn't hear him as he flashed back to that terrible day....

A wound still fresh on Wade's heart it was almost a year ago, but it was yesterday for Wade...

Loss... Death herself bent the rules so he could tell his son goodbye... but it was cold comfort... that January day was cloudy and frigid... the cemetery was quiet. Wade gently cradled the urn that contained James's earthly remains, most of James's ashes were in there. A small portion was taken to New York and scattered on the grave of his cousin Randall Parker... they'd been inseparable as kid's, best friends... Wade felt it was right to reunite the cousins that called each other, brother... if only in a small way.

Wade hoped that if there was an afterlife where we get to see our loved ones again, James, Gregory, and Randall were there waiting for Wade... Peter, too... Wade lost his best friend in 2079 shortly after Randall passed... he barely held himself together then... today, today he'd have no such dignity after he gently placed the urn in the níche he stepped back, collapsed on the ground, and ugly cried for what seemed like an eternity to him. Logan and Laura gently picked him up and comforted him as best they could. The cemetery workers had closed the níche and placed its cover on it.

A black granite slab with his sons name on it. In a bold serif font, it simply reads James Evan Wilson no years..

Wade hated the tradition of putting years on a tombstone. It was reductive, his son was more than 97 years old, and a name... but people see the name and immediately do math. They say something like "Oh 97, that's a decent life. "... it was decent but Wade would be god damned if anyone even in passing thought that was a "good run" or "long enough" it wasn't fucking long enough! It wasn't enough time!

More time... a phrase he repeated into Logans chest as he cried and his husband held him... More time... More time... More time...

He was dragged out of his wretched memory into the present moment... Logan had put his arms around him shortly after he froze, standing there with tears running down his face...

I'm... I'm here... what did I miss.

I was saying that if this place is making you sad, then I'm ok with leaving... If you really feel that way, sweetheart... then yeah, We can go, if that's what you want. I told you in New York that we'd have each other... some day it's may be all we have darli'n.

We can pack after Laura visits.

Ok...

-A week later-

Foot falls ecco on the sealed granite floors.

Wade had left the blinds on the windows open the night before. The grand room was empty. The dim early light of a winter morning was all that was illuminating it. Marry Puppens in one arm and holding Logans hand with the other, wade walked out the double doors the last time, turned around. Let out a deep sigh they each grabbed a door handle and closed the door one last time. Locked it and walked down the hall to the elevator...

Let's go Penut, party's over... the jet is waiting for us.

Epilogue:

There will likely be more stories in Kansas city we got 100ish years. But this is how it ends, panoramic shots of the city covered in snow. Wade reflecting on memories, good and bad... Bitter sweet as they say. Wade reaches over and grips Logans hand as the jet takes off...

They hold hands as the book closes on this chapter of their long life together. A single tear falls from both of thier eyes.

The following songs plays as we fade to black and the credits roll.

There is no post credit scene

The parting glass is a song sung at the end of parties and gatherings in Scotland, and at Wakes and funerals in Ireland...

[augustjoy]

I Almost do

Sneak Peek: Song Fic using “I Almost Do” by Taylor Swift.  Aaron and you had broken up some time ago but, after months alone, you’re beginning to wonder if that was a mistake. There's a flashback as well as thoughts and feelings over your relationship with Aaron, as you reflect on the way things were.

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Angst

Word count: 2129

Warnings: No use of y/n, Implied age gap, mention of food and eating, mention of your past relationship, mention of an unhealthy relationship, brief mention of Haley, no mention of Jack, mention of canon typical case work, reader struggles emotionally throughout the fic. Let me know if I missed any others.

Not edited - please be kind.

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Part 2

1:00 am, it was one in the morning, and you couldn’t sleep. You thought about what you used to do when you couldn’t sleep and that had you reaching for your phone. Scrolling through your texts, your thumb ghosted over his name. The last text having been from him, a simple “I miss you”. That was 2 weeks ago.

Aaron and you had broken things off about five months ago now. This had been the longest five months of your life. The breakup had kind of been mutual, you both had just come to the realization that things weren’t working anymore. You sat there thinking about that night:

**You were sitting in your bed, movie long forgotten, checking your phone for the hundredth time. Still nothing. No texts or calls to inform you of Aaron’s return. A tear had made its way down your cheek and dripped off your jaw onto the screen of your phone. When did you even start crying? Why were you crying? Things had been like this for the last two months; Aaron would get called away on a case and leave while you were sat at home to continue on with work like everything is normal. And while that may seem like it would be your normal, things had shifted two months ago. Aaron used to call, text and even facetime you when he could while on a case, but those things started to dwindle down to nothing. Which brings you back to tonight, it had been six days since you had heard from Aaron, he could be dead for all you know. But you do know thanks to Penelope, she had a habit of texting the respective partners to inform them of the teams’ safe arrivals and returns. You decided that enough was enough, you needed to go and talk to him – it couldn’t wait any longer.

 Aaron and you didn’t even argue, there was no yelling, no accusations, no throwing of things, nothing. The two of you spoke about how your communication had disintegrated and you rarely saw one another. Aaron explained that it was his job and there wasn’t a whole lot he could do, he apologized for the lack of texts but clarified that his job was very important and that it was his priority when he was away. How could you be mad at that, he was right, his job was very important. Which is exactly what you told him. You let him know that you understood the importance of his job but that you were having a hard time being with someone who wasn’t present. There was a silence and a knowing look before you both stood, exchanged a hug and a final kiss and nodded at one another. As you went to leave, you turned around and told Aaron that you would always love him and that you were sorry that you couldn’t handle his job. To which he shook his head and replied that he loved you too and he was sorry that his job was as time-consuming as it was. He walked over and sat in his favorite chair, the one that you had dragged over by the window on a rainy day to read in, the one that he never moved back, and that’s when you left.**

I bet this time of night you're still up I bet you're tired from a long hard week I bet you’re sittin’ in your chair by the window Looking out at the city and I bet Sometimes you wonder about me

Thinking about your breakup had you wondering about Aaron. Was he awake right now? Had he just gotten back from a case? Had he moved the chair back, or was it still by the window? Was he thinking about you? You locked your phone and tossed it on your bed, heading into the kitchen to make some tea. You stood there in a trance still battling with yourself on if you should just give up and call him. A quiet “ding” had you snapping out of your thoughts and racing to your room. Had he felt it too? Was he thinking about you?

The “ding” had that you had desperately hoped was Aaron reaching back out ended up being a notification from Gopuff, letting you know they had some late-night deals on ben and jerry’s ice cream. Your heart sunk, maybe you should just call him. You scrolled through your contacts and stopped at his name, you shook your head at yourself, it wasn’t a good idea. But how easy would it be to just click his name and call him, tell him how much you missed him and that it has been so incredibly hard to ignore his messages – but at the time you had thought it was the right thing to do. You wanted to tell him that you still loved him and that you wanted to be with him. You were going out of your mind trying to navigate these thoughts on your own. You needed to talk to him…

And I just want to tell you It takes everything in me Not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that Every time I don't, I almost do I almost do

It took everything in you, but ultimately you decided not to call him. You continued scrolling through your contacts and clicked Penelope’s name, she and you had remained friends despite your breakup with Aaron, she had been your shoulder to cry on when you questioned whether or not you had made the right choice. She remained neutral and supported you.

She answered on the third ring, you apologized for waking her up but quickly explained that you needed her. Penelope listened to you as you explained how you had been feeling. That you had wanted so badly to call Aaron and try again. Penelope had expressed a little bit of shock at your confession. She explained to you that there had been a rumor amongst the team that Aaron was convinced that you were officially done with him.

You were quick to dispel this and went on a long rant about how he had reached out and you couldn’t bring yourself to reply because if he wasn’t 100% in then you’d be crushed all over again and that wasn’t a risk you could take given the current state of your heart. You had asked Penelope to elaborate, and she had simply explained that JJ may have overheard Aaron talking to Dave about having texted you and not hearing back, so he figured you were done with him. This only broke your heart more. You had been in hysterics, telling Penelope that you had been a mess over all this for the last month or so. You had thought you had moved on, but there was a part of you that was hung up on Aaron.

I bet you think I either moved on or hate you Cause each time you reach out, there's no reply I bet it never, ever occurred to you That I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye

Getting off the phone with Penelope left you shocked; how could he think that you had moved on? You had done nothing but put all of your energy into every other aspect of your life to try and keep your mind off of the Aaron sized hole in your heart. Maybe ending things had been a mistake, maybe the two of you just needed to put more effort into your communication and maybe you were simply being too codependent, needing him around all the time.

You knew what you had signed up for when getting into a relationship with him. You knew that his work had been the downfall of him and his ex-wife, you had told him that you would be different, that his work wouldn’t drive you away. You had broken that promise…his work had driven you away as well. But was it his job? Was it the fact that he had stopped putting in any effort to talk to you while away? Was it that even when he was here, he wasn’t really present? You were overanalyzing every aspect of your relationship because you needed to pinpoint where it all went wrong. What you really needed was to sleep and sort this all out once you had rested and had time to process all these emotions running through your brain.

Oh, we made quite a mess, babe It's probably better off this way And I confess, baby In my dreams you're touching my face And asking me if I’d want to try again with you And I almost do

Your alarm had you jolting awake, disappointment immediately settling in your gut. It hadn’t been real, Aaron hadn’t been there reaching for you, his hand gently resting on your jaw, looking into your eyes, telling you that it had all been a mistake. He said he wanted to try again. Only he hadn’t said that, your dream version of him had said that. You thought that rest was going to give your mind a chance to clear up, only now you were more confused than before. Your subconscious brain had brought you back to Aaron, but you still weren’t sure if that was a wise decision. You had the past five months to be on your own and process these feelings and truly become yourself again, would it benefit you to turn back and try again? You got yourself ready to go to work and figured you could come back to these thoughts later.

It was late when you were finally heading home after work. You were exhausted both emotionally and physically. You were driving mindlessly, deciding that it would be good to stop and get something to eat. You hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of food on your break, but now your stomach was growling, and you couldn’t neglect it any longer. Driving through the closest place, you thought about all the times Aaron would come home late with food for you both, knowing that you’d have forgotten to eat, too busy with work and then too tired to cook once you got home. You weren’t sure what to do really, your mind and heart were working against each other and the friends you had spoken to had all said the same thing “you need to do what is best for you”. Things with Aaron had been so amazing in the beginning, and you tried to pinpoint where things went wrong but you couldn’t. At some point it just stopped being amazing. You thought of him again, wondering if he had been thinking about you since that last text.

I bet this time of night you're still up I bet you're tired from a long hard week I bet you're sittin’ in your chair by the window Looking out at the city and I hope Sometimes you wonder about me

Aaron had been driving home, it seemed like he had hit every single red light, his typical 13-minute drive becoming nearly 25 minutes. He was almost home when he hit yet another red light, he huffed out a sigh and looked down to check the time – 10:47 p.m. The team had just returned from a case, and he couldn’t wait to go to sleep. He glanced around and had to do a double take at the vehicle to his left. There you were, you were eating French fries and singing to whatever song was playing through your stereo. He sat there, willing you to look his way, even for just a moment. He thought that maybe if you saw him then it would spark something in you to return his messages, maybe you could meet up for coffee and agree that this breakup was a huge mistake and that you could try again. Only, you didn’t look his way. The light turned and so did you, heading left down the main road the led to your place. The car behind him honked signaling him to go. He made the rest of the drive home in a haze – clouded by images of you. He picked up his phone and typed out a short message…

Aaron: I can’t stop thinking about you.

Aaron was ready to surrender all hope and go to bed when the three little dots appeared. He was anxious to see what you’d reply, but glad that you’d actually return his message this time around. He was quick to check his phone when it alerted him to a new message. A small smile broke out on his face when he read your reply…

Should I write a part 2?

[heartsmadeofbooks]

Through Crooked Aim [1.5/?]

Summary:

After his father's death, Kurt took over the family business, a diner that was Burt Hummel's pride and joy. He never thought he could be happy in Lima, but five years later he can't picture himself anywhere else. His husband does not understand his sudden love for the small town he was once desperate to leave behind. Blaine Anderson never had much, but he loves the diner. His entire life revolves around it ever since he met Burt when he was still a kid and he took Blaine under his wing. Now that Burt's gone, it looks like Blaine doesn't have a reason to stay around… except for one he's not willing to admit to anyone, sometimes not even himself.

Chapter wordcount: 2129.

He was wiping at the counter, making sure the surface was spotless, no lingering drops of syrup making it sticky, no grains of salt or sugar left behind, when the little bell above the door announced that someone was coming in. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was: his son came by every day at the same time, so Burt smiled and made sure his favorite smoothie was ready.

Kurt was a moody teenager, but he guessed that was normal. Burt was currently dating Carole Hudson, and it seemed like she was having a very similar experience with Finn. But Burt knew his son had it a little more difficult than Finn, being the quarterback and mostly a popular guy, ever did. Kurt couldn’t find a place where he truly belonged and there were nights when Burt lied awake, staring at the ceiling, praying, even though he wasn’t a very spiritual guy, that his son would eventually be happy, that he would know what it was to walk into a room without hunching in on himself like he didn’t want to be noticed. Burt kept telling him that no one pushed Hummels around, but he guessed he could repeat it until his voice went hoarse, but until Kurt learned how to stand tall, it wouldn’t make any difference.

His son wasn’t happy. That wasn’t an easy thing to digest for any father.

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[chasseusedetoiles]

he must like me for me

twisted wonderland

rookvil

first/third year rookvil

2129 words

did a little thing with them, couldn't help but imagine how Vil felt during the time Rook decided to transfer to Pomefiore, and especially how he felt seeing Rook with his new hairstyle!! I love headcanoning Vil as the one who actually gave Rook the haircut...let's see if you like this! many thanks to @oncloudatlas for beta-ing this fic and for the lovely banner!💘💘💘

english is not my first language, please remember to be kind!❤️‍🩹

and lastly, enjoy!

It happened so fast his body registered it even before his mind.

There was a sudden breeze, the window opening, and the unmistakable sound of his feet touching the ground. It didn’t matter if there were many saying his steps didn’t produce any sound, saying he resembled more a ghost than a person. Vil heard his footsteps. Vil learnt to recognize the creak sound of Rook’s worn-out boots on the marble, the dull thud of his soles on the refined carpets of Pomefiore’s dorm. Vil learnt to perceive him, maybe in a way that was solely fabricated by his mind.

He still felt Rook was there.

“I wonder if you’re some kind of an expert in the art of cutting someone’s hair.”

Rook jumped in his room passing through the window, and Vil thought on how much he was lucky, that none of his roommates were present at the moment. If the dorm discovered the presence of a Savanaclaw student between its wall, little time would have passed for the entirety of Pomefiore to cease its existence. Not that Vil cared. After all, Rook didn’t possess a single pound of the arrogance of that dorm’s members. There was no need for his dormmates to lose their minds over Rook. 

Vil turned a little, abandoning his studies. If his roommates had plenty of time to adjust to magic, as their powers awakened at an early stage, Vil discovered them later. That world, for him, was completely new, and vast somehow. He struggled a bit in not falling behind, but luckily enough he didn’t have to sacrifice precious hours of sleep to study. He seemed, according to the professors, that magic came natural to him as it was breathing. 

However, Vil didn’t intend to slack off because of their praises, otherwise his reputation would’ve been affected in an irreparable way.

“I’m not an expert to the point I would trust myself with my own hair” Vil started saying. He moved the chair a little to look at Rook. Even thought the colors of the Savanaclaw uniform were so bright and warm in comparison to Pomefiore’s furniture, Rook seemed to him more at ease in the dorm than Pomefiore’s student directly selected by the Dark Mirror. Rook didn’t posses a single trace of fear in his eyes. There was only pure audacity, and maybe a bit of recklessness. Could there be someone without any glimpse of fear in his heart?

“But I’m quite good at cutting other’s hair for sure.”

“Merveilleux!” 

Rook got closer to him, and Vil caught him unrolling the page of a magazine hidden in his jeans’ pocket. But Vil got distracted by Rook’s scent. It was strong and stinging. Rook wasn’t really accustomed to perfumes, yet his scent seemed to mingle with the environment he immersed himself in. Rook smelled of musk, now. Of earth. Of rain. Which was bizarre, as in the campus rain wasn’t frequent. Especially in Savanaclaw. Vil came to know that the weather was controlled by a special barrier placed all around the school; rain, as snow too, was annoying to many, but the headmaster didn’t want them to forget the natural course of seasons, or something similar.

Vil would never forget that scent. Rook seemed to bathe in those perfumes who knew where, even if his dorm was known for the dry climate typical of the savanna.

Maybe it was, again, a joke of his own mind.

“How do you believe I would look with this haircut?”

Rook showed him the model’s profile printed in the page. The model’s hair was styled in a short bob, the effect simple but elegant. Near the main photo there was another one, with the haircut before the bob; the model had been completely transformed, as if he was under some kind of spell.

Vil’s eyes moved from the magazine to Rook, his mind trying to capture how the young man would’ve looked like with the new style.

How unfortunate, he caught himself thinking. Vil had, at least, the decency to not speaking his mind out loud. Rook’s hair was a disaster, burnt because of the sun and the lack of care. This didn’t mean his hair was ugly, though.  Rook’s hair was the color of the mature wheat, of the sun; it exuded warmth and strength together, even though everything appeared to the eye as a messy nest made by a distracted bird. Vil didn’t have any doubt; with the right care, Rook’s hair would’ve shined more than a diamond.

So, when Rook had proposed the new cut to him, Vil couldn’t help but thinking it.

How unfortunate. 

Thinking it, not saying it out loud. Not allowing his thoughts to gain a voice.

“I believe it would work fine” Vil found himself answering, in a cautious tone. Not to ruin Rook’s excitement, no. It seemed it was more to handle himself, actually.

“But it’s a very radical change. Are you sure?”

Rook was about to start jumping from joy. It was as if Vil’s next words missed his mind completely. Rook focused on his approval only, and Vil didn’t quite grasp why that excitement of Rook made him feel uncomfortable. He thought…no, it wasn’t a matter of importance. Vil silenced those words in his head, and came back to Rook.

“However, we will need a private space for the haircut. I can’t do it here, nor we can’t in your dorm. Only the Seven know how those beasts of your dormmates would react. I’m going to book the alchemy lab. You’re kindly requested to not being late.”

But he didn’t even have time to finish his sentences that Rook already vanished from the window, the door opening only to reveal one his roommates coming in. In the place once stood Rook, there was now a freshly picked rose. Vil collected the flower before someone could see it.

Professor Crewel was always delighted to leave the laboratory in the hand of a capable Pomefiore student, but he seemed even more pleased if Vil was the one asking for it. If that was for Vil’s reputation as a model or for his brilliant talent in alchemy, the boy couldn’t tell. He didn’t even care about it, actually. Vil only wanted to find a place to complete his task without interruptions.

Now, Rook sat diligently in front of a mirror, waiting patiently for Vil to start his work. They left the magazine’s photo on a stand so Vil could check it whenever he needed to. 

Vil felt agitated, but he knew he needed to calm himself, or Rook would’ve noticed it. Rook would notice his tension, that indecision of his, as if it was Vil the one under the scissors’ razors, and not Rook that was happy enough to sing a little tune.

“Why this decision so suddenly?��� Vil asked in order to distract himself, to cover the sound of the scissors cutting the first lock. A bunch of frizzy hair fell to the ground, and Vil was almost scared to look at it. Why was he behaving in a such odd manner?

“Is it perhaps related to that scrappy idea of yours to change dorm?”

Rook talked about it to Vil before winter break. It had been a surreal conversation, ended in Rook filling the air with his laugh. 

Wouldn’t you love to have me as one of your dormmates? he asked with eyes shining fearless, eyes who belonged to someone who knew what he wanted, who knew how to obtain it even if it meant fighting an ancient magical artifact like the Dark Mirror.

No, Vil had answered, perplexed by Rook’s idea of following him in Pomefiore.

Rook then laughed, laughed against Vil’s eyes becoming more confuse, lost. For what reason you want to transfer to Pomefiore? Vil tormented himself with that question day and night long. You won’t like being too much near me.

That, he had never said it. Vil didn’t dare giving that thought a voice not even in his own dreams. Rook was the first person after a long time with whom created a sort of bond, if their talking, looking out for each other could’ve been defined like that. Rook was the first peer that didn’t stutter in his own words while talking to him, or that didn’t look at him with haughtiness, as if to protect himself from a light Vil was unable to see. 

Damn, even Pomefiore prefect seemed uneasy every time Vil talked to him. Rook had never had any problems with him.

But they knew each other so little-Vil didn’t know every thing about Rook, and Rook didn’t know every thing about Vil- and Vil thought, subconsciously, that it was supposed to be like that, to stay like that. That if Rook would dare to get too much closer to Vil, he would’ve discovered Vil’s light was actually an enormous expanse of darkness. Vil felt uncomfortable because Rook’s unpredictability made him uncomfortable. In a world where he managed to contain himself and his emotions, Rook made him derail from his tracks without leaving Vil the time to collect himself again. 

“That is not the only reason, I must admit it” that was Rook’s answer. The young man lowered his head without protesting when Vil pushed it abruptly.

“I believe I need a change of style. To hunt better, to enjoy the landscape during my walks, to change dorm. For myself.”

“For yourself” Vil echoed, perplexed. He doubted Rook was doing it solely for himself, but decided to not stress it.

“I honestly fail to imagine how my prefect would react” Vil kept going, in that plan of his to make Rook desist on his transfer. The headmaster, despite the initial shock, gave his approval, and Savanaclaw seemed ready to launch a party anytime soon after the news. Vil was left alone in that battle of persuading Rook to simply give up. To let Rook know that Vil wasn’t very enthusiastic about his transfer.

However, Rook was able to read Vil’s heart more than Vil was.

“These are not problems that concern me” Rook commented with eyes closed as Vil was fixing his bangs. They would turn out shorter than they were in the magazine, but time would’ve helped in letting them grow at the wanted length.

“They’re gonna hate you a lot” Vil kept saying.

You’re gonna hate me a lot, were the words stuck in his throat.

“I’ll survive” Rook laughed. For a brief moment, Vil felt that the sound of the scissors stopped burdening his heart.

-third year

A lot of time had passed since the day Vil fixed Rook’s hair. His overblot, then S.T.Y.X., and then again the Malleus’s thing got in between their ritual, and Vil felt the desperate need to resume that. Vil cancelled the club’s activities -it was a Friday, and the weather was nice enough to organize a little trip to the beach- and then called Rook in his own room to have him all for himself. 

Rook now sat in front of his desk mirror, with Vil checking for the haircut to turn out correctly.

From the balcony they came sounds of birds chipping, and the soft warmth of summer approaching.

“If we continue like that, you won’t be able to see a thing” Vil said. Rook kept himself still under Vil’s expert movements in the bangs fixing. They were now so long they  passed the line of Rook’s eyebrows.

Rook cared about his hair.

Rook cared in particular about that cut, but in the last months they let theirselves go a bit too much, and that was now the time to react.

When Vil finished his work, they stared at each other from the mirror. 

He reminisced the first time he saw Rook’s face becoming so light because of the new haircut. It had been a strange feeling. Rook had always been beautiful, but something, in Vil, suggested him that was wrong, that Rook wasn’t the one he came to know in a bench near Sam’s store. Now, the mirror reflection returned to him an image of Rook Vil learnt to know, to love. An image of Rook that belonged to him, to his daily life like the sound of Rook’s light footsteps, or the sound of his kisses.

Vil dived his face in Rook’s hair, and hugged Rook from behind.

“Mon amour” Rook laughed, clinging to his hands.

“Is everything okay?”

Vil found himself slowly nodding, breathing in the scent of Rook’s hair, of Rook. He still smelled of musk, earth, and rain. How did he do without using perfumes was still a mystery to Vil. Perhaps, Vil simply associated those scents to Rook.

“Can we stay like this a little bit longer?” Vil asked. Maybe it was stupid, but he didn’t want to move. Not from that nice place, not from that hold, not from his room in where Rook sat on a stool and looked at him with a gentle smile.

The emerald eyes looking at him were the same of that day.

“As long as you wish, my beautiful Vil.”

Those eyes had always loved him. 

[creative-author]

Inbetween Time

A time travel story, that I once dreamed about. Please don't judge it

Settings:

A past with a secret science lab, researching the future

A future in which an AI tries to gain control over every land

Jace lives in the year 2137. Most parts of the country are controlled by an AI and even if it seems perfect on the outside, it really isn't. Jace's uncle suddenly disappeared after saying something against the AI, many lost their jobs, almost everything is tracked. Jace became part of an underground group, trying to sabotage the AI latest plan - gaining control over the other countries. Unfortunately, their cover blew up, leaving Jace and Nicolas running for their lives.

A bit of the city, they stumble into a forest and finding a building, that seems to be completely unknown and abandoned. Using it as an escape, they find documents and ... a time machine?

Being found, they use the time machine to escape, even though time travel is almost as unknown as the edge of the universe.

In the year 2129, some scientists are conducting research in a secret facility. Chaos breaks out when suddenly two guys are standing in a room that outsiders are never allowed to enter. They insist on talking to a "Malia".

Malia, being one of the scientists to know the time travel experiment, is shocked. What should she do, in the middle of the night, knowing that she cannot leave them without supervision in a building full of life changing technology?

After a few days, she and her roommate Ella realize, that both Jace and Nicolas are no risk. They even decide to help them, after hearing about the AI.

But a time travel incident is now excuse for free time. Malia tries to study the time travelers, while a few others analyze documents and information from Jace and Nicolas. Then, Malia has to travel one week into the future herself. Knowing, that Jace and Nicolas came to her time without side effects, she doesn't overthinks it.

Will they find a way to stop the AI in the future? Are there really no side effects to time travel? What happened to the scientists in the eight years? Why did I dream of this?

Here is a little moodboard! ☺️ (Pics are from Pinterest)

[katnisspeetaprim]

Slice Of Life Part 3

Summary: After the birth of your daughter, you had hoped you could have a peaceful few weeks, but the universe has other plans.

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, swearing, fighting, bad relationship with parents, idol!au, baby, breastfeeding.

Word Count: 2129 M.list

Ever since you returned home from the hospital, all you wanted to do was sleep. As soon as you stepped foot in your home, it was like every ounce of energy had escaped you. Jungkook had happily told you to go rest, eager to spend time with his little girl. Plus, his parents had come down and were staying close by, just in case you needed help in the first couple weeks. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

‘Y/N? Jagi...’ You were awoken a few hours later to Jungkook gently shaking your shoulder. He was stood over you with your fussing daughter in his arms. ‘I’m sorry to wake you, but I’ve tried everything and I think she’s hungry.’ He smiled apologetically as he sat beside you.

‘I should probably get up anyway. Can’t sleep forever.’ You smiled softly as you sat up, reaching for your daughter.

Jungkook helped you to rearrange your shirt so you could move So-Hee into position and help her latch.

They’d shown you at the hospital what to do when it came to breastfeeding and lucky for you, So-Hee wasn’t a fussy one when it came to latching.

‘Do- Do you want privacy?’ Jungkook asked, suddenly unsure of himself sitting next to you. You chuckled and shook your head.

‘Don’t be silly. This is perfectly natural, plus it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.’ He seemed to relax after your reassurance and situated himself next to you, leaning against the head board.

Both of you looked down to the baby in your arms. She was perfect. Jungkook gently stroked her head as she fed, playing with the fine tufts of hair on her head.

‘The guys have been texting, asking when they can come visit.’ You let out a breathy laugh.

‘Maybe give it a few days.’ Jungkook also laughed and nodded in agreement.

‘Yeah they can be loud when excited.’

The boys had ended up coming to visit in pairs over the next few days. Each of them had been wonderful and understanding that you didn’t want to be overwhelmed by all of them at once.  They did bring lot’s of gifts with them though, more than you knew what to do with in your small apartment. But you guessed it was your own fault for skipping the baby shower.

Namjoon and Jin were the last two to visit.

You were all sat around the living room. Jin was currently cooing down at So-Hee in his arms and she was laughing up at him.

‘So, how you two holding up?’  Namjoon asked kindly.

‘I mean, I think we’re doing good, all things considered.’ You nodded to yourself, knowing you were doing the best you could do.

‘Yeah, plus my parents have been a huge help. I think I would have had a breakdown if I couldn’t call my mom.’ Jungkook laughed, but it was true.

There had been a few times when So-Hee was crying and neither of you could figure out why. At first you felt like a failure for calling his parents for help. If you couldn’t figure out what your child wanted, didn’t that make you a bad mom? No, o course not. It just meant you still needed time and practice.

You were all disturbed by a sudden loud knocking at the door. You looked over to Jungkook in confusion.

‘Did you invite someone else?’

‘No. I’ll see who it is.’ You nodded as he got up and disappeared down the hall. You continued your conversation with Jin and Namjoon, thinking nothing of the situation, until Jungkook didn’t come back right away.

‘I should probably see what’s keeping him.’ When you turned the corner, you saw Jungkook stood in the doorway, blocking whoever was here from view.

‘Jungkook? Who is it? He shot you a look over his shoulder, eyes hard.

‘Jagi, go back inside. I’ll sort it!’ this made your brows scrunch up and question what was happening. You stepped closer and were about to talk, when Jungkook was suddenly and roughly shoved out of the way, so much so that he stumbled slightly. Before you even knew what was happening, two people were grabbing at you.

‘Y/N! I can’t believe it!’

‘We’ve missed you so much!’ Your mouth was dry as you stared at the two people you had hoped to never see again.

‘Mom, dad. H-how did you find my address?’

‘You both need to leave.’ Jungkook was now stood behind you, glaring at your mom and step dad.

‘Oh don’t be silly! We want to see our granddaughter!.’ Your mother said in a way too cheery tone. ‘Giving birth is the only decent thing you’ve achieved recently anyway.’ Your eyes widened when she tried to walk round you. Quickly, both you and Jungkook moved to stop them from moving any further into your home.

‘You don’t get to show up here and start making demands like nothing ever happened!’ You began yelling, now enraged that they thought they had any right to see your daughter.

‘Get the hell out of my home!’ You shoved your mother back as your shouts got louder, causing Namjoon to come running and see what was happening.

‘How dare you lay hands on your mother!’ Your step dad had now also raised his voice and raised his hand as he took a step towards you. Jungkook was quick to get between the two of you and push him back.

‘That’s far enough.’

‘I just want to see my granddaughter.’ Your mother mumbled again.

‘You’ll never meet my daughter! Now get out and never contact me again!’ They both went to argue again when Namjoon stepped forward.

‘I believe they asked you to leave. If you don’t, we can always  get the police involved.’ Namjoon was talking calmly. He knew just from the short interaction that both you and Jungkook were upset, so he needed to be the one to keep a level head right now.

Your parents were silent and looked between all three of you, before backing off. Your mom looked you up and down before scoffing.

‘I’m shocked you even managed to get pregnant in the first place just looking at you. Wouldn’t be surprised if you got him drunk first.'  You saw red. Her condescending voice and words were enough to tip the scales. You lunged forwards, but Jungkook was quick to catch you and stop you from doing something you would regret, though he didn’t stop you from screaming at her.

‘Get the fuck out! OUT! NOW!’

‘Calm down.’ Jungkook whispered in your ear as you shrugged against him. Namjoon stepped past the two of you to usher your parents out of the house. He quickly locked the door behind them.

By now, your anger has subsided and turned into sobs as you buried your head into Jungkook’s chest.

‘How did they find me Kook?’

‘I really don’t know baby...’ He stroked your hair as he looked over to Namjoon, not really sure what to do now.

So-Hee’s cry suddenly started up, probably from being scared by the loud shouting. You pulled away and jogged back to the living room.

‘So-Hee...’ You called out, wanting nothing more than to hold your baby in that moment. You made a mental note to thank Jin later for having enough initiative to keep your daughter away from the situation.

Jungkook and Namjoon stayed back, both leaning against the walls as they composed themselves.

‘What’s going on?’ Namjoon broke the silence. Jungkook looked up to him and sighed, frustrated.

‘Y/N hasn’t spoke to her parent’s in years. I have no clue how they found our address.

‘Do you think they’ll come back?

‘I don’t know but they seemed determined.’ He trailed off. Both men just stared at each other for a moment.

‘I could help you and Y/N find a new apartment?’ Namjoon piped up with a suggestion. ‘Plus I’m sure manager Sejin could get you some security in the mean time.’ Jungkook thought it over before nodding, glum look on his face.

‘I’d have to talk to Y/N, but thank you hyung.’ Namjoon smiled and patted him on the back.

‘Anytime Kook.’ The two of them made their way back into the living room, to find Jin alone.

‘Y/N took So-Hee to your room. She looked really upset.’ Jin was confused since he didn’t know what was happening. You had just ran back in and scooped up your daughter, ignoring him when he tried to comfort you.

‘We should go hyung. I’ll explain later.’ Jungkook saw them both out, before immediately gong to find you.

‘Jagi?’ He pushed open the bedroom door and saw you sitting on the bed with your back to him, cradling your daughter. Without another word, he sat next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

‘Are you ok?’ He knew it was a silly question, but he wanted you to know he cared.

‘No. Not really.’ You spoke so quietly that he could barely hear you. He just nodded and stroked across your shoulders.

‘Hyung said he could help us find a new apartment.’ You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

‘But... I like it here...’

‘Well... Maybe it’s for the best? I mean So-Hee can’t even have a nursery here because of the space.’ It was true. You and Jungkook never moved out of your small apartment. When you started getting serious, he moved right in with you so he could get out of the dorms. It was just the two of you, so neither of you felt the need to have more space, despite having the means to do so.

‘I just don’t understand why they would turn up now.’ Jungkook didn’t have an answer for you. He’s always had a good and supportive relationship with his parents, so he can’t claim to understand your feelings.

‘If you decide you want to talk to them-‘

‘No!’ You cut him off abruptly. ‘I want them no where near our daughter!’ You came off as more harsh than you intended, but Jungkook understood.

‘Ok.’ You both sat in comfortable silence as you rocked So-Hee.

‘Can I have my own office in our new place?’ You suddenly asked, causing Jungkook to laugh.

‘Sure jagi, whatever you want.’

It had only been a few days since the incident, but your parents had made no further attempts to contact you, yet.

Namjoon had also made good on his word, and got you in to view a pretty exclusive place in a gated community. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited to see your possible forever home.

‘She’ll be fine! Don’t worry!’ Jungkook’s mom laughed as she watched the two of you linger in the doorway.

Jungkook’s mom had gladly agreed to babysit So-Hee, whilst you both went to see your potential new apartment. This would be the first time both of you would be leaving since her birth and you were more than a little apprehensive.

‘Are you sure one of us shouldn’t stay?’ You blurted out, flustered.

‘Don’t be silly! I know how to look after a baby!’ She laughed before becoming serious. ‘And if you know who show up again, I’ll be right onto the police. The nerve of them...’ You relaxed a little, knowing that So-Hee was in good hands, but there would always be that lingering anxiety in the back of your mind.

‘Kook... This place is huge!’ You stood in the middle of the empty apartment, looking round in amazement. The real estate agent was standing to the side, looking quite pleased with herself.

‘A lot bigger than your cramped place anyway.’ He jabbed with a smirk.

‘Hey! You chose to move in with ME!’

‘It was either that or you move into the dorms!’ he retorted with a grin, knowing you would have no comeback. You loved the boys, but the thought of living with them was a grim one .

‘Sorry to interrupt, but what are we thinking?’ The real estate agent smiled over at the two of you.

You smiled softly at Jungkook and grabbed his hand.

‘I really like it.’

‘That settles it then!’ He grinned widely to you, before spinning back to the other woman, ‘We’ll take it!’

Moving in was a fast process, considering you both wanted to be out of your place ASAP. The guys had all helped you, and even the boys of TXT had extended their hand in assistance too.

You had decided that it was probably time to get new furniture, rather than moving your old beat up stuff, fresh start and all.

Now all that was left was to decorate.

A.N – So I have no idea when Jungkook moved into his current place, but this new place they have moved into is that place. The one he is currently living in as of 2023!

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Closing Time - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Summary: Leaving your phone at Molly’s leads to a surprising turn of events

Word Count: 2129

Warnings: female!reader, strong language, smut -[ dirty talk, roughness, hair pulling, teasing, dominating behaviour ]

A/N: I’m not very experienced with writing smut so I’m sorry if this sucks! also sorry if it’s long i sometimes can’t stop myself when it comes to details

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You didn’t want to have to return to Molly’s after you left, not when you knew it was Otis’s turn to close up. You two had never really gotten along since you joined fifty-one, you always seemed to know just how to push each other's buttons which usually led to someone getting pissed and storming off.

It’s not like you joined fifty-one looking to get yourself an enemy, it just happened that one day the two of you got into a rather heated argument, about something that you couldn’t even remember now, and from that day forth, whenever you both found yourselves alone together, it never usually went as smooth as you might have hoped.

You would never say it out loud but sometimes, when things got so heated between the two of you, it kind of turned you on. Let’s face it, Otis was an attractive guy and you always did have a thing for moustaches but when he got so passionate, so angry that you thought his jaw might snap in half, you couldn’t deny that you secretly wanted him to bend you over the table and focus all that rage on something a lot more pleasurable than arguing.

And it was for that reason that you weren’t overly excited about going back to Molly’s after closing, especially after the dream you’d had about Otis last night… One that may have been a little bit not safe for work. But you had no choice, you’d left your phone in the bar somewhere and it’s not like you could wait until tomorrow night to get it back. So you just had to suck it up and deal with it.

It would take five minutes tops to find your phone, you could manage to be around him for that long with doing something you’d regret later. Maybe… You weren’t exactly known for doing what you were supposed to as most of the time you went completely off course. A bit like tonight. Only tonight… You went way, way off course.

“We’re closed.” Otis’s voice sent a chill down your spine as you stepped into the warmth of Molly’s, your eyes taking a second to adjust to the lights that still twinkled brightly across the ceiling. The door shut behind you as Otis turned, his face falling when he saw it was you and you could have swore you saw him roll his eyes. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“And how lovely it is to see you too, Otis.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your own eyes before you began to scan each surface of the bar for the phone you now hated as it made you have to come and see him again so soon.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Otis sighed, throwing his rag atop the bar as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Relax, I just left my phone here… I’ll be out of your hair in no time.” You told him, your tone as annoyed as he seemed to look as he watched you search for your phone. You couldn’t help but glimpse at him out of the corner of your eye, watching as his own gaze trailed up your bare legs and traced the curve of waist before landing on your chest, where it lingered for a lot longer than you’d have expected, his tongue running subtly over his bottom lip before his eyes finally landed on yours.

You raised your eyebrow, your hand landing on your hip as you cocked your head a little, finding amusement in the way he seemed to flush with embarrassment having been caught staring at you. Hell, he’d practically undressed you with his eyes and by the way his jeans strained a little over the cock you’d so frequently thought about, it appeared as though he liked what he’d imagined.

No matter how much he wanted to deny that he hadn’t been staring at you, Otis knew he’d been caught and there was no way he’d get himself out of this one.

“Like what you see?” You teased, biting gently at your lip as he scoffed softly to himself, his gaze shifting as he turned his head away from you, unable to see the way your attention moved downwards as you undressed him with your eyes. And just like Otis, you very much liked what you saw.

“You wish, Y/N.” He breathed out, shaking his head at your brazen attitude before he grabbed his rag and continued to wipe down the bar top, ignoring the feeling he currently felt below his belt.

“Oh, baby.” You chuckled, his shoulders stiffening of the mere tone of your velvety smooth voice mixed with that of a pet name. You tiptoed closer to him, your body pressing firmly against his back before you leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Screw you, Y/N.” He spat out, turning against you and pushing you lightly away from him. His nostrils flared clearly at the way you laughed, your fingers running through your hair before you trailed them down your neck and across your chest.

You wouldn’t deny that you enjoyed teasing him, especially when it got a rise like this from him. One that showed if you kept it up then he’d have no choice but to punish you for it.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You teased, leaning your elbows back against the table behind you as you purposely pushed your chest a little further out. Your little game seemed to work as the second you did so, Otis’s eyes shot down to the low cut top which clung tightly to your body, emphasising your curves in all the right ways.

Otis gulped rather harshly, his heart hammering furiously beneath his chest over the way you were acting. The flirting, the teasing. The way you so clearly wanted him to stare at your chest, which with one as hot as yours, how could he not? He’d always had a slight underlining crush on you, despite how often you seemed to be at each other's throats. And if you kept this up, then he could not be held liable for what happened next.

“Tell me, Brian...” You said flirtatiously, his name rolling off your tongue in a way that had him sweating beneath his shirt. You pushed off the table, ending up so close to him he could feel your breath puff out across his lips as you spoke. “How many times have you thought about fucking me?”

That was it. That had done it. The darkness you saw flash across his eyes as he threw his rag aside lit a fire inside you, one that extended all the way down to between your legs. An equally hot fire ignited within Otis as his arm slinked around your waist pulling you firmly against his body, certain parts of which you could feel more clearly than others as they twitched at your touch.

“Too damn many.” He breathed out before his lips crashed against yours in a way that was not at all gentle. In fact, it was a lot rougher than you would have thought he had in him as he all but devoured you. As he tasted every single flavour present on your tongue with his own.

His free hand worked its way up the curve of your spine, spreading goosebumps across your entire body. His fingers began to thread through your hair, gripping it with enough strength that it balanced between pain and pleasure, making you hum softly into his mouth, something you could tell he liked as it only made him that more vigorous in kissing you.

Another quiet hum escaped your lips as Otis spun you both around, pushing you up against the bar that he’d thought about fucking on you plenty of times. His knee parted your legs, settling gently between them as you lowered yourself down a little, desperate to feel a little friction against your pussy which had never throbbed harder.

Your lungs soon began to beg for air and as much as you wanted to keep going, you knew you had to pull back before you suffocated. You leaned your forehead against his, taking deep, ragged breaths to try and get some oxygen back into your burning lungs. Only, Otis didn’t seem too pleased that you had stopped, or that you’d decided to use his forehead to lean against as the second your sweaty skin touched his, he pulled your head back by your hair.

“You know…” He exhaled, clearly as out of breath as you were but trying to hide it a little more. He brought his other hand up, trailing his knuckle down the front of your throat which he could feel move beneath his touch as you swallowed. “…You’ve been a real pain in my ass ever since you joined fifty-one.”

“Oh yeah?” You replied, voice a little strained as he yanked, semi-gently at your hair, making you grind against his knee from how turned on you were getting. You never expected him to be as in control as he was appearing but it’s safe to say that you’d never found him more attractive than you did right now. “Why don’t you punish me for it?”

Letting go of your hair with enough force that he threw your head back with it, Otis grabbed you by the waist, flipping you round and pinning you to the bar. Your hands came to rest upon the newly cleaned surface as he pressed the entire length of his body against you, allowing you to feel just how hard he was for you.

You could feel the groan that rattled up his chest as you pushed out your ass, moaning softly at the mere firmness of him against you. His fingers brushed your hair aside as he began to place fiery kisses along the back of your neck, his fingers trailing down over your hips until they reached the hem of your skirt, which he pulled up with so much strength you were surprised he didn’t rip it.

“You want me to punish you?” He whispered into your ear, his teeth sinking gently into the lobe which had you swear under your breath. His hand slid around your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder after you failed to answer him. “I said… Do you want me to punish you?”

“I want you to punish me…” You panted, barely able to think let alone speak over just how badly you wanted him. “Want you to punish me real good, baby.” You added, satisfying him enough that he let go of your neck and placed a soft kiss where his fingers had dug a little hard into your flesh.

He began to slowly trail his tongue up over your skin, edging closer to your ear, where he placed what you could only have described as a loving kiss below before he whispered into it.

“If I go too far… Just tell me and I’ll stop.” You nodded your head, barely even speaking the word ‘okay’ as you were struggling to breath over how hot you felt right now. But it was enough of a response that allowed him to keep going and when his palm slid over your clothed pussy, fingertips teasing the throbbing nub beneath your panties, it’s safe to say you almost fell to your knees.

As you steadied yourself against the bar, surprised you had come already from the mere dominating side Otis seemed to have, you relished in the feeling of his fingers on your skin as they gripped the waistband of your panties. His knuckles brushed along your outer legs as he dragged the soaked material down, surprised to see just how wet you were because of him.

He almost couldn’t wait to feel you around his fingers. Around his cock. To feel how you felt when you so tightly clenched around him as he brought you to the very height of your pleasure. And it appeared as though you couldn’t wait either as he was fairly certain he’d just heard what sounded like a beg coming from your lips.

“What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch that.” He said smugly, making you bite your tongue over the idea of having to beg him to fuck you. But at this point you were all but desperate and you couldn’t give two fucks about your reputation.

“Please… Please fuck me, Brian.” You whined out throwing your head back against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your front, his hands working their way up your t-shirt to slowly caress the hardened buds of your breasts.

“Well, I suppose… Since you asked so nicely.”

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(Un-) Lucky coincidence – 10

Jenna Ortega x Fem reader

Summary: Two friends, Y/N and Jenna, unexpectedly meet Y/N's classmate Clarissa, who recognizes Jenna as a famous actress, leading to an amusing interaction. Later, Jenna and Y/N share a passionate moment in secret, navigating the challenges of their public lives together.

Warnings: Fluff

Words:2129

It was my one of my closer Classmates Clarissa or better said a friend of mine. Clarissa's eyes widened with surprise as she finally recognized Jenna. "Oh my gosh, you're Jenna Ortega, the actress! I'm such a huge fan of yours!" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable. Jenna smiled warmly, her fame clearly not affecting her down-to-earth demeanor. "It's nice to meet you, Clarissa," she said graciously, extending her hand. Clarissa shook it eagerly, a wide grin spreading across her face. I couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. "I guess the secret's out, huh?" I said, glancing between Jenna and Clarissa, so the first person is at least one person in my nursing school circle, whom I know I can trust and it didn't seem to bother her, well of course not she’s part of the LGBTQ+ community herself. Jenna as a famous actress, isn’t easy to sneak in or out anywhere. Clarissa than said, “And you how were you abled to sleep at night, as the famous DJ you are, without telling me, we are friends. I would have liked it way more if you’d have told me yourself and not the media” she sulked.. Jenna just giggled and seemed genuinely happy to meet one of my classmates. "So, Y/N, you're friends with Jenna Ortega?" Clarissa asked, still slightly starstruck. I nodded, feeling a mixture of pride and relief. "Yes, Jenna and I have become really close lately," I said, deciding to be honest with Clarissa. "In fact, we're kind of...well we need to talk about our Situation ship later." I glanced at Jenna, silently seeking her approval to share our connection with Clarissa. Jenna smiled affectionately, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. Clarissa's eyes widened even further, and she let out a small gasp of surprise. "Wow, that's amazing! You two would make such a cute couple," she said, her excitement evident in her voice. "I'd be happy for you both!" "Thank you, Clarissa," Jenna said warmly, a genuine appreciation in her eyes. "It means a lot to have your support” I added.

The three of us spent the rest of the break chatting and laughing, with Clarissa enthusiastically asking Jenna about her acting career and me sharing some stories about my DJing experiences. Despite the initial shock, Clarissa handled the revelation with grace, and it felt good to have someone in my nursing school circle who knew about Jenna and me. “Jenna would you like to go outside for a cigarette with me, you know before break’s over?” I asked Jenna, hoping she’d say yes. “Of course, I’d like nothing more than that” she smiled. As soon as we got outside, I looked around myself to see if someone’s there, but there wasn’t so I pulled Jenna onto my lap. As our lips touched in that gentle, pure kiss, time seemed to suspend around us. It was a moment filled with tenderness and vulnerability, a reflection of the still unspoken feelings we had kept hidden. I could feel the warmth of Jenna's body pressed against mine as she sat on my lap, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders. The softness of her lips against mine sent electric shocks through my entire being, igniting a flame of desire that I had tried to suppress for far too long. As the kiss continued, it got a lot more passionate when Jenna slipped her tongue inside, you could all this a little make out session. My hand gently rushed down from her Jaw down her body, hand rested on her chest. A gentle rain began to fall, the soft drops creating a poetic backdrop to our hidden embrace. It was as if the universe itself was acknowledging and celebrating the love between us, washing away any doubts or uncertainties.

Yet, as our lips remained locked, I couldn't help but be mindful of our surroundings. The last thing we needed was another interruption, especially with our identities now exposed to Clarissa. With a sense of caution, I pulled back slightly before this will art out, breaking the kiss but keeping Jenna close in my arms. Her eyes searched mine, filled with a mix of emotions. There was a vulnerability in her gaze, a rawness that mirrored my own feelings. And in that shared vulnerability, an unspoken understanding passed between us, reassuring each other that what we had experienced was something truly special.

Y/N: (whispers) We should probably head back inside before someone comes looking for us.

Jenna: (nods) Yeah, you're right. I don't think we're quite ready to face the paparazzi just yet.

Y/N: (smiles) Definitely not. We need some time to process all of this ourselves.

Jenna: (takes a deep breath) Can I be honest with you?

Y/N: (softly) Of course, Jenna. You can always be honest with me.

Jenna: (looks down, blushing) I've had feelings for you from the day we’ve met, Y/N. I just never thought it was possible for us to be together, especially with our careers and everything you know working together, especially, playing sisters.

Y/N: (touches her cheek gently) I know what you mean. I've felt the same way. But being with you, kissing you... it felt so right, Jenna. I don't want to hide this anymore, well at least not to our Privat environment.

Jenna: (looks up, her eyes searching Y/N's) Neither do I. It's scary, though, isn't it? The thought of being in a relationship, especially with all the attention and scrutiny that comes with our public lives.

Y/N: (nods) It is scary, but I think it's worth it. I care about you so much, Jenna, and I want to see where this could go so Jenna I know we are moving really fast but would you like to be my Girlfriend?

Jenna: (softly) I care about you too, Y/N. More than I can put into words. And I want to be with you, I really do. So yes I’d love to be your girlfriend.

Y/N: (smiles back) I'm so glad to hear that. And I promise, no matter what happens, I'll be right there by your side.

Jenna: (leans in for a gentle kiss) I know you will. And I'll be there for you too.

Y/N: (cupping her face) So, where do we go from here?

Jenna: (resting her forehead against Y/N's) I think we should take it one step at a time. Let's keep our relationship private for now and see how things develop.

Y/N: (nods) That sounds like a good plan. And we can figure out how to navigate our public lives together.

Jenna: (smiles) Agreed. And you know what? I'm actually excited about this. No more hiding, no more secrets. Just us, being honest with each other and the people who matter.

Y/N: (grinning) I'm excited too. It feels like a weight has been lifted off our shoulders.

Jenna: (leans in to rest her head on Y/N's shoulder) It really does. I think this is the start of something beautiful, Y/N.

Y/N: (wraps her arms around Jenna) I believe it is, Jenna.

I gave Jenna a quick peck on the Lips, when she got back into the Library. I went up to my classroom and sat down next to Clarissa. “Heeyy…” I just awkwardly said. “Oh hi there so spill the tea are you guys dating now?” she asked as nosey as possible. “Well. Yes we are. But still, please don’t tell anyone. “Oh my gosh, that's amazing! I can't believe it. You two are really dating now?" she asked in hushed tones, trying not to draw attention from other classmates nearby. I nodded, blushing slightly at her enthusiasm. "Yes, and we want to keep it private for now, especially with both of us being in the public eye." Clarissa gasped playfully, covering her mouth with her hand as if she had just heard the juiciest gossip. "Oh, I totally understand! I won't breathe a word of it to anyone. But, oh my goodness, you two are just so perfect together!"

I couldn't help but smile at her excitement. "Thank you, Clarissa. Your support means a lot to us. We're really happy together, and it feels like we've known each other forever." Clarissa grinned mischievously. "So, how did it all happen? Spill the details!" I chuckled, knowing she wouldn't let it go without some juicy tidbits. "Well, it started when Jenna basically fell for my, nah she tripped and hit her head you know it best, as a nursing student I couldn’t look away and helped her one came to another and her hotel got cancelled so she stays at my place , so we just spend some time together, getting to know each other better. But the more we hung out, the more we realized there was something more there, something we couldn't ignore." "Ooh, a slow-burning romance, I like it!" Clarissa teased. "Yeah, I guess you could say that," I replied with a laugh. "It took us a actually not too long to realize our feelings for each other, but I think that’s normal we’ve been staying in my apartment now nearly a week together we saw each other every day so yeah” Clarissa clasped her hands together, eyes shining with excitement. "This is like a movie plot, you know? Two famous individuals, one a talented actress, and the other a `undercover` DJ, finding love in the most unexpected place." "It does sound like something out of a romantic movie," I agreed. "But it's real, and that's what makes it so special." Clarissa's playful demeanor softened into a genuine smile. "I'm really happy for you both. You make such a cute couple. And I promise, I won't say a word to anyone." Thank you, Clarissa. We really appreciate it," I said gratefully. "It's nice to have someone in the nursing school circle who knows and supports us." "I've got your back," she said, winking. "And hey, if you ever need help keeping your secret, just let me know. I can be the best secret-keeper! „I chuckled, feeling grateful for her friendship „I know I can always count on you, Clarissa. Your secret-keeping skills will definitely come in handy," I said with a smile, grateful to have a friend like her in this whirlwind of a situation. The afternoon class passed by in a blur, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Jenna and the exciting opportunities ahead in my acting career. Once the class was over, I hurriedly made my way to the library to meet Jenna. As she greeted me with a warm smile, my heart skipped a beat. We decided to head to my car, and as I opened the door for her, I couldn't resist pulling her close for a passionate kiss. The world seemed to fade away in that moment, and all that mattered was the connection between us. With Jenna now in possession of my hoodie to ward off the chilly garage, we climbed into the car. But as we glanced around, we noticed some people lingering nearby, holding out their phones.

Panic surged through me, and I worried that we might have been spotted by paparazzi. My mind raced with questions about what to do next. Jenna sensed my anxiety and gently placed her hand on mine, a comforting gesture that instantly calmed my nerves. "It's inevitable that our relationship will draw attention," she said softly. "But we'll face it together, just like we will always do." Her words of reassurance brought a sense of relief, and I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of courage. As we stepped out of the car, the flashes of cameras assaulted us, but we stood tall, holding onto each other for support. It was an overwhelming experience, but knowing that Jenna was by my side made it easier to navigate through the crowd. We made our way through the curious onlookers, the intrusive questions barely registering in our minds. Finally finding a moment of peace, we took a deep breath, grateful for the chance to be together amidst the chaos. As the day came to a close, Jenna turned to me with a soft smile. "There's one thing I want to do," she said, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I want to call my parents and tell them about us before they hear it from the media. And if you're up for it, I'd love for you to meet them." Her sincerity touched my heart, and I couldn't help but smile back at her. "I'd be honored to meet your parents," I replied, my heart swelling with affection for this incredible woman by my side. With our fingers entwined and the future full of uncertainties, we knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we had each other to lean on.

A/N: First time getting caught by paparazzi. Let’s see how this goes on. FYI English is not my first language but I still hope you’ll like it.

[kannequi]

Slam Dunk Ship Ranking on Korean Portal Postype [As of October 22 2023]

Ranking according to # of search results on Postype.

This type of stuff interests me so I did my research and decided to post it here.

Postype (포스타입) is a website for creators to upload any type of digital content. Think of it like AO3, Pixiv or Wattpad. Works can also be monetized by the creators. I myself have bought hundreds of fanfic and fanart….

Since top/bottom (left/right) positions matter here, I decided to separate them. It should be noted that tags can overlap. One post could include multiple pairings at a time, especially for popular “groupings”.

Please keep in mind that there are many factors that can affect the numbers, and this website alone doesn’t 100% indicate a ship’s popularity in South Korea. Sometimes they abbreviate the names, or the japanese name is more used, so I included those alternate names' numbers as well. But they mostly usually use both tags, if not the more dominant one. So please do not add the numbers for each ship's alternate names.

Ranking

I started my search on 12:17 AM October 23, 2023.

1. Sawakita X Fukatsu  우성명헌 5771  2. Yohei X Sakuragi 호열백호 4573 (호백 1956 요하나 1888) 3. Ryota X Mitsui 태섭대만 4416 (태대 1362) 4. Rukawa X Mitsui 태웅대만 3805 (탱댐 2730) 5. Sendoh X Rukawa (��협태웅 3448) 센루 3803 6. Fukatsu X Ryota 명헌태섭 3194 (명태 1146) 7. Mitsui X Ryota 대만태섭 2804 (대태 741) 8. Rukawa X Sakuragi 태웅백호 2724 (루하나 2129) 9. Sawakita X Ryota 우성태섭 2645 (우태 1048) 10. Yohei X Mitsui 호열대만 1476 (호댐 809) 11. Fukatsu X Sawakita 명헌우성 1347 (명우 664) 12. Sakuragi X Yohei (백호호열 532) 백호열 1337 13. Mitsui X Kogure 대만준호 1180 (댐준 230) 14. Rukawa X Ryota 태웅태섭 1147 (탱태 424) 15. Tetsuo X Mitsui 철대만 1108 (철댐 159) 16. Sawakita X Rukawa 우성태웅 1022 (사와루 831) 17. Ryota X Ayako 태섭한나 823 18. Kawata X Fukatsu 현철명헌 757 (철뿅 570) 19. Matsumoto X Mitsui 동오대만 714 (동댐 664) 20. Sakuragi X Rukawa 백호태웅 641 (하나루 556) 21. Matsumoto X Ichinokura 동오낙수 627 (동낙 322) 22. Sota X Ryota 준섭태섭 566 (준태 276) 21. Fukatsu X Mitsui 명헌대만 560 (뿅댐 330) 22. Sendoh X Mitsui 대협대만 404 (댛댐 208) 23. Maki X Sendoh 정환대협 364 (마키센 307) 24. Sendoh X Sakuragi 대협백호 336 (센하��� 191) 25. Matsumoto X Fukatsu 동오명헌 310 26. Kogure X Mitsui 준호대만 308 (준댐 175) 27. Mitsui X Rukawa 대만태웅 305 (댐탱 121) 28. Rukawa X Sendoh (태웅대협 260) 루센 303 29. Sakuragi X Haruko 백호소연 301 30. Maki X Kiyota 정환호장 272 31. Kishimoto X Minori 동준남훈 199 32. Ryota X Sakuragi 태섭백호 198 33. Maki X Fujima 정환수겸 186 34. Hanagata X Fujima 현준수겸 178 35. Sendoh X Maki 대협정환 172  36. Rukawa X Haruko 태웅소연 163 37. Kawata X Sawakita 현철우성 161 38. Mitsui X Sakuragi 대만백호 156 39. Sendoh X Yayoi 대협하진 150 40. Sendoh X Ryota 대협태섭 136 41. Sawakita X Mitsui 우성대만 119 42. Sakuragi X Ryota 백호태섭 112 43. Sawakita X Sakuragi 우성백호 106 44. Jin X Kiyota 준섭호장 104 45. Fukatsu X Rukawa 명헌태웅 101

Finished searching at 1:55 AM October 23, 2023.

I used "Ryota" here instead of "Miyagi" because Sota is also in the list.

I didn't include the abbreviated name for sawafuka because the word is a common word in korean.

I tried to look for ships that had at least 100 results. There may have been some ships I didn't consider and may have overlooked, especially in the other school teams, but so far this is what I found!

I might do this again with other platforms like pixiv and ao3.