#just our bloody baes

[allysunny]

Hiii! Could you do 14+n with Bruce? 🤭 I know it takes a lot of effort to write but the fact that word count is a lot is not only bc he is bae (he’s the only man ever actually) but also bc YOU are suuuper talented. It’s insane. Anyway, than u in advance ❤️

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me” + Pregnancy + Bale!Bruce Wayne

Words: 4.1k words

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, a bit of crack (Bruce is so funny he could be a stand up comedian), Alfred is also hilarious, lots of protective Bruce and Alfred, it's just an overall very fluffy and sweet fic!! Not proofread though, so if I forgot anything, let me know!

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's another entry from my 200 Followers Event! This was so fun to write oh my god!!! I am a firm believer in the fact that Bruce Wayne would be an amazing partner, and a very fun person to be around. I truly think he'd have the most beautiful relationship with his partner, and I tried to convey it here!

So, I hope this was up to your expectations, and that you love it as much as I do!!!!

ᴬˡˢᵒ ᵒᵐᵍ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᴵ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷᵒʳᵏ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿˢ, ᴵ'ᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵉᵃᵈᵉʳˢ ʸᵉᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵛᵉʳʸ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ, ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ!!! ᴰᵃᵐⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗⁱᵃⁿ ᴮᵃˡᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ˡᵒᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ ˡᵒˡ

The first thing you thought as you walked down the stairs of Wayne Manor was “We should get an elevator”, followed by “I’m never walking down these godforsaken stairs again”.

You weren’t lazy, not quite.

It was just extremely hard doing so now that your stomach was as big as a basketball.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and leaned against the marble railing, sighing deeply.

“Look, I love you, I really do. You’re my little bundle of joy, and you’re not even here yet,” you mumbled, placing a small hand on your stomach to support it. “But you need to give your mommy a break, alright? I can barely walk, and your dad wants to put me in a wheelchair. And we’re stubborn, baby, we are. So, we gotta prove to him we’re still capable of doing things on your own. Thing you can do that?”

You were met with a weird sensation; one you’d felt countless times before. Your baby was kicking. You didn’t think that to be a coincidence – you liked to assume your child was replying to whatever you said. You spoke to him quite often, mumbling about your day, telling him about all the things you did at the Manor or whenever you were out and about. Bruce was pretty sure you were already the baby’s favourite since he seemed to calm his kicking fits pretty quickly whenever you spoke to him.

You smiled at your bump and caught your breath, making your way towards the living room.

Alfred was in the kitchen, brewing a small cup of tea. He placed it on top of a silver tray and came out of the room. Once he got a good look at you, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he hurried to place the tray down and rush to your side.

“Madam Wayne, what in the bloody hell are you doing?” he asked, taking your arm. Alfred, just like Bruce, had taken a liking to assuming you weren’t even capable of opening water bottles by yourself. “I thought I told you to let me know once you came downstairs.” His tone was stern, but you could tell apart the layers upon layers of care.

“Alfred, if I take you up on that offer every time you make it, I’ll become spoiled. That’s not a message I want to pass on to my son,” you replied with a soft chuckle.

Alfred led you to the couch, where you sat down and groaned in relief. You were about 8 months pregnant, and absolutely huge, and everything felt terrible and uncomfortable. Bruce doted on you immensely, but you just wanted it to be over, wanted to get this baby out of you and into your arms.

“Your son is the heir to the Wayne name, Madam. I believe he will grow spoiled whether you like it or not.”

“Bruce will not be spoiling our child, Alfred,” you scoffed, “You know I won’t let him.”

“No one said anything about Master Wayne.” Was his reply, paired up with a cheeky grin.

You chuckled and tried leaning over to fetch the cup of tea Alfred had prepared. He of course did not let you, grabbing it before you had a chance to. He handed it to you with a soft “Here you go” and a cheeky smile.

Ever since you’d gotten pregnant, it was like Bruce and Alfred alike had made some sort of devilish deal to take upon themselves every burden and chore of yours. You were no longer allowed to do laundry, help Alfred with the dishes, tend to the garden, you weren’t even allowed to cook dinner for your husband anymore.

Instead, you were told to rest and not worry yourself and not tire yourself out.

It was annoying when Bruce did it, although you knew he had the best intentions at heart, but it was even worse when Alfred did it. Alfred, of all people. Your partner in crime, your close friend, the one who teamed up with you against Bruce, the one who made sure to always keep you in the loop of whatever was going on, the one person you knew you could trust in a sea of snobs and fake smiles (aside from Bruce, of course).

You often joked he’d betrayed you, no longer joining you to prank Bruce or get him to leave his office or his cave. No, now, it was the other way around, and you felt like you’d been stabbed in the back.

“One day you’re going to wake up, and I’m going to be shopping all by myself, far away from the both of you,” you sighed and sipped from your tea. It was your favourite and tasted as lovely as always – Alfred was almost like a magician.

“And risk giving Master Wayne a heart attack? What a loving wife you are.” Alfred replied smugly. “I guess true love really does manifest in the strangest of ways.”

“You’re a viper, Alfred,” you sighed. “A vicious, sneaky little viper.”

“Happy to be of service, Madam.”

You groaned.

That’s another thing you’d lost after the pregnancy – the privilege of having Alfred calling you by your actual name as opposed to any fancy titles. It had taken him a few years and a lot of begging from you; you were far too tired of “Mrs. Wayne” and you considered him more than a butler, but rather a friend, so why couldn’t he just address you by your name? And you’d managed to do it. Little by little, Alfred was calling you by your name, ditching the titles.

That was, until you said you were pregnant.

Now, not only you were back to titles, but you were also Madam.

When you’d asked Alfred why the sudden change, he said, “Not only you are Mrs. Wayne, but you are also carrying on the legacy of this family. You are Master Wayne’s wife, and now the mother of his children. It would be informal to refer to you as anything less than that.”

Safe to say, you were screwed.

You loved your guys, you did. Alfred played a huge role in your life, being friend and confidante and a father figure all at once. And Bruce was the love of your life.

But sometimes, all you wanted to do was strangle both to death.

“If you need anything, Madam, just call.” Alfred said before standing up.

“You know I won’t.”

“I know bloody hell you won’t, but I’ll be here nonetheless.”

You smiled and grabbed the book that was by your side, deciding on some light reading. The sun was shining brightly and casting a warm glow over the vast living room of Wayne Manor. You smiled at the sight. You loved peaceful afternoons like this, where the sun warmed your face and tickled your feet, and you could relax for a bit.

Today though, you were simply trying to pass time until Bruce arrived.

He was taking you out for a stroll in the park later, something you’d been begging for a while now, and you couldn’t wait.

It’s not like he kept you locked up inside the Manor – not at all. You were not a prisoner he held captive. He was just protective. Bruce had lost so much in his life; now that he had you and you were giving him a child, he wanted to do everything in his power to make sure you weren’t taken from him as well. He did not forbid you to go outside or carry on with your usual life – he was simply careful. Ever since you started showing, Alfred was to accompany you anywhere you needed to go, along with a bodyguard Bruce had hired just for you.

Bruce knew how cruel Gotham could be, and how vicious journalists and paparazzi could act just for a scoop, so he made sure to try and keep you safe, even if he wasn’t there to do it himself. And you had to admit, he’d been right. More than once had paparazzi tried to get pictures of your baby bump, or tried to interview you while you ran errands or shopped. It was draining, and you partly understood Bruce’s paranoia with your safety.

When you hit the 7-month mark and your belly had considerably grown in size, he was more alert than ever. You couldn’t leave the house without being accompanied, and if you wanted to go out at night, you had to let him know where and with who in advance. Not to control your every move (well, kind of to control your every move), but just to keep you safe, should he be out as Batman and couldn’t go out with you. And how could you not understand where he came from? Everyone knows poor Bruce Wayne’s story. Losing both his parents at a young age, being away from his own city for so long, leading an extremely lonely life all these years. He was not going to lose the one person that had brought him so much joy and hope for the future.

At first it had annoyed you a bit. “I’m pregnant, Bruce. I can still do things,” you had told him.

But one night, you caught him in your bedroom, shaking and crying. Earlier, you’d been intercepted by a few journalists – fanatics, more accurately – who’d cornered you against a wall and bombarded you with questions, even going as far as touching you, pushing you and pulling you so you’d be near their microphones and answer their questions. Bruce had been fetching your drink from a coffee chop nearby, while you waited for him outside (the line was long and it was bustling with activity, and Bruce did not want you near all the confusion), and he’d only caught sight of you when he came out, drinks in hand, and spotted your teary eyed expression, trying to get away from the reporters. The drinks were forgotten and spilled all over the sidewalk once they hit the floor, and Bruce was by your side in a flash, yelling at them and threatening them repeatedly. You were quick to hold onto him, terrified, and he wrapped his arm around you protectively, a cruel expression on his face.

And later when you got home, you’d caught him crying. You’d walked up to him and asked if everything was alright, and he had begged for your forgiveness. He kept mumbling about what could’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten there on time, about how terrible of a husband he was, leaving you all alone on the street, and about how you didn’t deserve him.

You’d sighed and pulled him up to kiss his lips softly.

“You’re an amazing husband,” you’d whispered in the quietness of your bedroom. “The best I could have ever asked for. And you have nothing to apologize for. It’s fine. We’re fine. Please don’t beat yourself up over it, I beg of you.”

Bruce had taken your face in his hands and kissed you, promising without words to do better, to be better. You kissed him back, assuring him no promises were needed.

The following morning, every news channel was flooded with reports of numerous journalists being fired due to the harassment of Bruce Wayne’s pregnant wife.

You’d looked at Bruce over your coffee, and he’d smugly ignored you.

Bruce had taken the news of your pregnancy extremely well. Of course he’d moped and worried for a while, commenting on how he had a duty as Batman, but also as your husband, nearly trying to figure out a way to split himself into two jus so he was able to take care of both, but a serious talk with Alfred (which you overheard partially by accident) sent him on the right track.

From that moment onward, Batman wasn’t in the picture as much. He did not give the mask up altogether – Bruce wasn’t going to stop trying his best for the city, and he had to make sure the tabloids did not put one and one together (even though no one in the public eye would ever guess the Bruce Wayne to be the Dark Knight) – but his mind was always on you.

And perhaps it was a good thing because Gotham seemed to be flourishing. Crime rates had gone down, and people walked a bit more safely at night. It was a breath of fresh air, knowing that Gotham could be transformed like that. Besides, Bruce did not want to worry you. Worry and stress were terrible for the baby, so he promised he’d do his best to give you none.

So far, it had worked, and your relationship had never been better.

Speaking of the devil, Bruce walked inside the living room, loosening the knot on his tie. His face looked tired, and sported a frown, something that you picked up on almost immediately.

“Good afternoon, handsome.” You smiled at him, and could see the way his shoulders visibly relaxed, how his feet moved towards you like second nature, the way his frown was quickly replaced by a smile.

“Good afternoon, beautiful.” Bruce sat by your feet and took your hands in his, as he usually did. He bent over to kiss you tenderly and place a quick peck on top of your belly before asking, “How’s our little peanut doing?” He rubbed soothing circles on your skin, and you melted into his touch, as you often did.

“Very active, as always. Hasn’t stopped kicking and won’t let me walk two steps without expressing its discontentment.” You huffed, before realising the words that had just left your lips. “But I’m fine,” you were quick to add, “Extremely fine, and we can totally still go for a walk in the park. It’s fine. I’m fine. Honest.”

Bruce eyed you curiously, and you recognised in his eyes the look he always gave you when he was trying to read you. Right now, you assumed he was trying to figure out whether you meant it or not.

“I swear. I’m fine. He’s just active. Come on, help me up. Let’s go.”

“Darling, are you sure?” he asked, lovely brown eyes filled with so much concern it made your stomach churn a bit. You hated seeing him like this. You knew it wasn’t your fault though – neither was it his. He was just a good husband. “If you’re tired, we can stay in. Watch a movie, order some takeout maybe – “

“Bruce, I promise,” you repeated, cupping his jaw. “He’s just active. Takes after his father.”

“Whoever that may be,” he joked, earning a chuckle from you.

“Now, help me up. I’m huge and want to go for a stroll with my husband.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Bruce helped you stand up and wrapped his arms around you. He brought you close and kissed you properly this time, lips trailing over yours as his tongue explored your mouth. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks and you smiled into the kiss, sighing in delight.

“Are you trying to distract me, Mr. Wayne?” you asked, peeking through your lashes.

“Maybe. Is it working?” he replied.

“Maybe. But not entirely. Come on. The weather is really nice today, and I really don’t wanna miss it. I’m going to get extremely upset with you if you kiss me out of going for a stroll. And you won’t like me when you’re mad.”

“I already don’t,” Bruce gave you one last peck and took you by the hand, leading you to the garage.

Bruce had to admit, the weather was nice.

The sun was shining, but it wasn’t too hot to scald either of you. Birds were singing (something he had never heard before in Gotham), and flowers were in bloom. It was the perfect afternoon, and he was extremely glad he’d taken it off to be with you.

Speaking of you, you sat next to him, eating strawberries, and admiring the view in front of you. You loved this park – it was where you’d first met Bruce – and came here often, relishing in the pretty scenery and the calmness of it all. Gotham could be bustling with energy and light and noise, and while you’d come to grow fond of it (after all, it was home), you also appreciated those moments of quiet you managed to steal whenever you could.

“What about Benjamin?” you asked, turning to him. You were as radiant as ever, the light of the sun bathing your face in an ethereal glow. Bruce was sure that if angels existed, this is what they would look like. He caught sight of some strawberry juice dripping down your chin and collected it his finger, taking it to his mouth afterwards to lick it clean.

You wrinkled your nose.

“That’s disgusting.”

“Oh now, is it?” Bruce asked, feigning innocence. “Because I’m pretty sure last night, you asked me to – “

“What about Benjamin?” you repeated. Only this time, slightly louder, and with heat spreading across your cheeks.

Bruce chuckled and moved closer to you so he could steal a kiss. You tasted like strawberries and love, and he wanted to freeze this moment forever.

“Benjamin.” He repeated once he pulled away for breath, lips inches away from yours.

“It’s sweet. We could call him Ben.” You said with a soft smile.

“Benjamin when we’re angry.”

“Bruce!”

“You’re going to have my child; do you seriously expect him to be an angel?” He asked with a quirked brow.

“Ah, so now it’s your child.”

“It’ll be yours every time he gets in trouble.”

“With a father like you, I wonder if there’s ever going to be a time where he doesn’t.”

The two of you laughed and Bruce swore his heart was going to burst from all the love he felt. For a long time, he’d led a mostly lonely life, going to parties, and pretending to be a womanizer, a new model or actress on his arm whenever his photo was taken. It was sad, but necessary if he wanted to keep his Batman persona a secret. Only Alfred was allowed in, seeing as Bruce had no living relatives or any close family. He had Rachel, of course, but they didn’t speak as much as they used to, seeing as she was now engaged to Harvey Dent.

And then you came along.

And his lonely, monochrome life was turned upside down and splashed with colour.

Events and galas were now much more enjoyable because he had you by his side to talk to, kiss whenever no one was looking and make fun of all the high society extravagances he did not associate himself with. No longer did he wake up to silky white empty sheets, but a lovely woman who snuggled close and kissed his jaw and made him giggle and laugh and feel loved. So very loved.

“Anyway, I’m not sure I like Benjamin,” he said, tugging a lock of hair behind your ear and taking the opportunity to run his fingers through your radiant face. Up close, he could see the details of your face, the way your lashes framed your pretty eyes, how they sparkled in the sun. You were the loveliest woman he had ever laid eyes upon. “Any other ideas?”

“Theodore? We can call him Theo.”

“Theodore?”

“Nathaniel. Nathan.”

“I am going to divorce you.”

“All it took was bad baby names? Crap, I would’ve done this way sooner if I knew that’s how I got to get rid of you.”

He snorted and stole another kiss, cupping your cheek with his palm. You were man and wife, but most importantly you were friends. You were his best friend, his greatest confidante and partner in crime. There was no awkwardness between the two of you, never had been beside that small nervous feeling on your tummy during the first few dates. After that, you both became inseparable, and all nervousness was out the window. That’s why you could joke around so much – you trusted each other.

But of course, these were all jokes. Bruce worshiped the ground you walked on, and you loved him more than your own life. No matter how many jokes you cracked about situations like this, you were deeply in love with each other. At first, Bruce was a bit unsure about the jokes. He was afraid that deep down, you would mean any of the things you told him. But after a lot of reassuring, he realised it was simply your friendship blossoming even more. You were still friends. Only now, you were married.

After a while of kissing and stealing a taste of the strawberries you’d been eating earlier, he pulled away and smiled.

“Actually…” you started, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Scary stuff.”

You chuckled.

“About a name.”

“Doesn’t make it less scary.”

You pushed him jokingly and he kissed you once more, swiping his tongue over your lower lip and earning a sigh from you.

“I wanted to run it through you first.”

“Alright, hit me with your best shot.”

You took a deep breath and nodded once, before turning to face him again.

“Thomas.”

It took a while for Bruce to react. Thomas. You were thinking about naming your son Thomas. Like his father. He felt a flurry of emotions surge within him. First, he felt melancholy at the reminder that his father wouldn’t be here to watch his grandson grow. Nor would his mother. After that, he felt hurt. His son would grow up without a regular family. And then, all of the pleasant and positive emotions settled into his chest and he found himself smiling. He felt gratitude for you. He was so grateful to have you by his side. And then he felt happiness. Pure, sheer, raw happiness. He was so happy to be your husband. So lucky. So grateful.

“Thomas.” He repeated.

“Thomas. Tom.”

“Tommy.”

“Little Tommy Wayne.”

“Thomas Wayne.”

“Junior.”

“Junior?”

“Yeah, I mean,” you gesticulated, “After your father. Junior. Is that not how it works?”

“I think I would have to be Thomas in order for our son to be Junior.”

“Really? I thought you just added that to whoever. Thomas the second, then.”

“We’re not naming our son Thomas the second.” Bruce scoffed.

“Technically, he’ll be Thomas the second, you know.”

Bruce laughed again, and you smiled. How you loved seeing your husband smile. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Bruce was a beautiful person. Not just a beautiful man. A beautiful person. He was kind and caring, and extremely funny, and even though no one else in Gotham knew, he risked himself nearly every night to keep Gotham City safe. He was perfect. And all you ever wanted was for him to be happy.

The day you told him you were pregnant, you were sure your heart was going to burst with joy at the sight of him. He hugged you tightly, kissed your breath away, opened the windows and screamed out loud that he was going to be a father, wept a little, kneeled in front of you and kissed your stomach – the whole shebang.

And it almost made you weep with joy, because if your beloved husband was happy, what else could you possibly want?

“I love it,” he murmured, and you could spot the vulnerability in his gaze. It made you melt. It made you feel special, because you knew you were one of the only two people who Bruce allowed himself to be vulnerable with. Made you love and treasure everything you’d built together even more. “Thank you. I think it’s beautiful. Thank you so much. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Have I ever told you this?”

“You have. Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it, though,” you smiled and sat up straighter so you could take his jaw in your hand. He turned his face and softly kissed your palm, which sent butterflies flying in your stomach – or perhaps that’s just your son. “I love you too, Bruce. So much. And I love our little family. Even if we haven’t gotten to meet our little Tommy yet.”

“I love our family too,” Bruce replied, before stealing another kiss. “And I’m sure we’ll be immensely happy. I already am.”

“Me too.” Another one.

The two of you remained like that for a while, talking, smiling, giggling, and stealing strawberry kisses from each other (not that you needed to steal – you could take anything from Bruce, and he wouldn’t mind) and watching as the sun slowly set, bathing Gotham in soft twilight.

And you knew, as the breeze blew, and you sat next to the man you loved, that the world could throw just about anything your way. Unknowingly to you, he was thinking the exact same thing. And as you looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, you knew. You knew that as long as you were together, you would be fine.

A/N: And that's it! I know the ending is super cheesy, but I just love happy and cheesy endings... They make me all warm and fuzzy inside, and Bruce definitely deserves one!!!

Alright!!! I'll see you guys on my next drabble!!!

I hope you have a wonderful day ahead!!! <3

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[sabosbabygirl]

The Right Kind Of Medicine

Law x Me (female reader; first person)

NSFW, +18, Blood, Sensual Sex, Period Sex

I wrote this for myself ☺️ Short Read

The sun shines through the curtains as I feel Law’s arms wrap around me and his head buries into my neck. I feel an odd sensation through my body. My hands instinctively go to my stomach, below Law’s arms. I sigh deeply. That time of the month.

I gently try to move him off, but he grips harder and pulls me completely against his body. My ass presses against his semi hard cock.

“You aren’t going anywhere, my love,” he whispers against my neck. “I have to get up,” I protest, “I started..” For a moment there is silence. His soft lips press against my neck, and he moves so that he is half on me and I’m on my back looking up at him.

“Are you feeling cramps?” he asks and kisses my forehead while one of his hands rub just below my belly button softly.

“Not at the moment,” I lied while looked him in his eyes. His “cold” eyes are always filled with warmth when I’m around.

“Hmm, you know, I know what can help with those cramps and your period in general,” he smirks as his slides the hand that was rubbing my stomach down my pj pants and panties. His long fingers encounter my clit, gently massaging my bean in circular motions. Law’s eyes fill with desire and lust as he stares at me. I bite my lip, “But…the blood,” I protest and slightly moan out. His fingers against my clit make my body feel even more sensitive than it already is. He smiles as his fingers continue massaging my clit with a little more pressure that send shock waves up and down my spine.

Law then leans down, with his fingers still massaging my clit, “I’m a doctor remember? Blood, especially yours, would never turn me away,” he presses his soft lips against mine and I feel two of his digits enter my wet, bloody pussy. This causes me to arch my back and moan.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, dancing with my tongue. His two digits in my wet, bloody pussy twirl and slowly start to fuck me. Entering in and out. His motions are slow allowing me to feel every inch of his two fingers being shoved deep into my pussy. His fingers enter again and start to scissoring, causing my pussy walls to clench.

“Law,” I moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away and smiles, “Feels good doesn’t it sweetie,” he asks while his fingers continue scissoring deep inside me. I feel his fingers scrap my walls gently and a bit of wetness comes out.

“Mmm, you are so wet for me,” Law slides his hand out. My pussy already missing him. Law kisses my lips passionately before pulling away, “Let me enter you,” his eyes filled with desire and love.

I press my lips together and nod. He smirks and lowers his pj pants, his cock hard and springing out. His hands gently pull my pj pants and panties lower so that he can enter.

He presses his tip against my entrance, rubbing my clit with his cock. “I will take all those cramps away,” his voice smooth as his entire girth slowly enters my wet, bloody pussy.

Law moans as his girth plunges deep inside me. My back arches and Law wraps his arms around me. “Let me do all the work baby,” he whispers before his lips dive against mine again. This time kissing me slowly and passionately. Our tongues dancing in perfect harmony.

His thrusts were slow and sensual. His cock entering and leaving my pussy gently. He pulls away from my lips, “Damn baby, your pussy is so tight.” He thrusts a little deeper inside my pussy, my walls gripping his cock tightly.

“Law, mmm. Please go faster,” I moan.

“Your so wet, hnng~. Fuck! I’ll go faster for you,” he kisses my neck, and his hips pick up the pace. He smacks his hips against mine as he cock re-enters my pussy. My back arches and I moan loudly as the tip of his cock hits my g spot. “Like that baby?” Law teases as he sees my body react.

“Yesss~ More!!” I toss my head back and moan loud enough for Sanji and Zoro to hear who are in the room over from us.

“Shhh, bae,” he smiles and presses his lips to mine, making out with me hard as his hips thrust faster and faster against mine. His cock stretching my wall and diving deeper and deeper in my pussy.

I whimper in his mouth as my arms wrap around his neck. The only sounds filling the room are his hips crashing into mine, the wetness that’s leaking from my pussy and our moans into each other’s mouth.

Law pulls away quickly, “Fuck, we are both close,” he groans as he feels my pussy contract against his throbbing cock.

With two final pushes, we both release. My cum squirting all over his cock and his seeding pumping into my bloody pussy.

He breathes heavily as he slides his cock out of my pussy. In a swift motion he gets off the bed and picks me up. The mixtures of cum and blood drip down my thighs.

“Let me get you in the shower and I will take care of this mess,” he kisses my forehead and takes me to the bathroom.

He puts me down, undresses me, turns the water on hot and picks me up again and places me in.

He then takes a towel out of the closet and puts it in the towel warmer.

“Clean yourself up and I will clean up out here, baby,” he winks and closes the door.

After some time passes, I come out of the bathroom. On the bed are fresh sheets, his hoodie, sweats, and chocolate. I smile and quickly get dressed. Law comes back in with a tray of breakfast food, pain killers and orange juice.

“How about you lay down and eat and take these,” he hands me the pain killers for my cramps, which have slowly subsided for now.

“Today you relax and maybe later we can do round 2? Doctor’s orders of course,” he winks and kisses my cheek.

I smile up at him. The only man who has ever made me feel loved and worthy even when I’m on my worse week ever.

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[silent-raven13]

The Punks meet Sunflowers!

Gwen having a conversation with three popular Hobies, the punks!: I'm surprised ya'll come here so often? I thought you hated being part of Spider Society.

Hobie 138c let one of his dreads drip over his face with an amusing chuckle: We do!

Hobie 138d with blond spike shouted out loud being the loud one in the group: Fuck yeah we do! We just tryin' to cause Mayhem!

Hobie 138e the quiet one with box braids and a bandana around his forehead to pull back his braid: And we wanted to see our Sunflower!

Gwen: OHHH! -she thought it was cute at the Hobies all being bashful thinking about Miles-

The three were happily fantasying about hugging Miles or flirting with him. He's just too cute to not too. Gwen giggles: You guys sure do like him! I wonder if Hobie 138b is here.

The three grins wickedly at the idea of pissing off their other variant. Hobie 138d chuckles: Hope so! I wanna piss him off.

Hobie 138b casually walks through the hallway heading to the game room to meet up with his Sunflower. Then, he stop himself spotting Gwen talking to those blokes! Ugh, them, again!: Oye, what are you blokes doing here? Come for mi Sunflower, eh?

Gwen and The punks look over to grin at Hobie 138b. Hobie 138e smirks: Perhaps!

Oh that annoyed Hobie 138b off: You bloody basters. Touch my darling and I will- -Gwen got between the Hobies trying to ease down the tension-

Gwen: Guys, relax! Come on, picking a fight in here? What will Miles think? -they didn't like to pissed off Miles, especially if he can easily turn invisible and ignore them. Trust and believe, he has done it before with his Hobie-

All the Hobies mutters: No, ma'am. -Gwen hold her laughter seeing how they all look like small toddlers with their heads down.-

Just when she was about to speak, her eyes spotted Miles walking around with Miles 42: Oh! Hey, Miles! -Before she can wave hello at her friend, the Punks whipped their heads so fast like they were programmed to follow Miles. Then, they all rush over to him-

Hobie 138b being the first one to shove and push the Punks, he picks up Miles giving him a kiss on the cheek: :Luv!

Miles 1016 let out a small, "Whoa!" As his boyfriend swoop him up into his arms and give him kisses: Hobie! Bae, what's wrong?"

Miles 42 being surprised like a cat being startled by Hobie's sudden movements. He wasn't use to the punk being so affectionate with Miles 1610. He arched his eyebrow at Hobie picking up Miles and kissing his cheek, what in the hell: Ew.

Miles 1610 was aware of his variant being grossed out: Bae, chill! Miles is here!"

Hobie looked confused: Who? -then glance over at Miles 42 then gave a scrunched expression on his face- Oh, him.

Miles 42 scowls: Aye, fuck you, man!

Miles pouts: HOBIE!

Hobie: Sorry, luv... it's just he's a thorn on my sides! -then mutters lowly to his partner- Did you have to bring the bloke here? -Hobie didn't care about anyone, however he had beef with Miles 42. The bloke always like to start arguing with him or tell Miles to find someone else. It bothers him. Not to mention, he would always give him a dirty look-

Miles 42: I heard that. Fuck off, man! Or else I'm- HUH?- -When he raised his hand up ready to get his claws out, a hand grab on his wrist. His green eyes look up to find a Hobie variant aka Hobie 138e got a hold of his hand. Miles 42 never felt so bashful at a handsome Hobie before!-

Hobie 138e with a deep voice: What you got there, kitten? Such pretty claws! -Oh hell that made Miles 42 weak in the knees. A tall black man with a deep voice does things to him!-

The rest of the punks appeared. Hobie 138d happily said: OH fresh meat, sweet!

Miles 1016 laughs getting down from his boyfriend: I'm surprised you haven't met Miles 42! He's an Anti-hero.

Miles 42 yanks his hand away from Hobie 138e before hiding behind Miles 1016 giving dark glares: Don't fucking touch me! I'm a taken man!

Gwen laughs: Your still dating Ganke?

Miles 42 said: Yeah, what's that supposed to me?

Gwen: Nothin'. Anyway these are the Punks! They are rarely around here, but they are fun to hang or go on missions!

Hobie 139e: Gwendey, you make it sound like we're pets?

Gwen: Oh gosh, no! It's just... ya'll are rarely here. When was the last time you guys came?

Hobie 138d picks his ear with his pinky: Ahh, who knows. We don't believe in consistency, mate!

Miles 42 rolled his eyes... oh brother. Miles 1016 smiles at them: That sucks. You guys could make a lot of friends!

Gwen nodded: Yup!

Hobie 138b rolled his eyes.

Then one of the punks lifts Miles chin up being a flirt: Oh yeah? You need a special friend, Sunflower?

Hobie 138e licks his lips: I'm been meaning to taste you.

Hobie 130d: ME TOO!

Hobie 138b quickly snapped his head at them, gave them an angry stare. His mouth turned into a nasty scowl: Aye, back off, fucking twats! He's mine! -he shove Miles 42 at them while he hugs Miles being a protective bear-

Miles 42 stumbles at the punks: Hey, what the fuck!

Miles 1016 sighs: bae, that wasn't very nice. They are just joking. It's not like they are actually gonna sleep with me.

Miles 42 and Hobie 138b saw Hobie 138d holding a condom out while Hobie 138c got fuzzy hands cuffs in his pocket. Hobie 138e merely grins widely as he pulls out a deer headband from Lupe. Hobie 138c spoke at a glaring Hobie 138b and a shocking Miles 42: Yeah, Hobart! Like we would EVER try to take your Sunflower.

Hobie 138e placed the deer headband on Miles 1016: Hey, darling. A present from you.

Miles 1016 being naive: Oh, thanks! I think I already one... a friend gave me one.

Gwen laughs: You mean, Lupe! How she gave you a deer bikini too!

The Punks fantasize about Miles 1016 in a deer bikini being cute: Cuuttteee -they said together-

Miles 42 shoves them away from Miles 1016: Ya'll are fucking perverts! -Then grab the deer headband off Miles 1016's head- Get this dumb shit off, you looking really dummy.

Miles 1016 rubs his head: Ow! Miles that hurt! -Hobie 138b snuggles his boyfriend-

Hobie 138b: Told you, he's a bit of a pain, darling!

Miles 42: I heard that!

Gwen laughs: Well, I didn't expect you two to not like each other -Miles 42 and Hobie were staring at her-

Hobie 138c swiftly hugs Miles 42: Awe, shame. He's a cute lad.

Hobie 138d laughs out loud having to point on Miles 42 cheeks: Hahaha, yeah! Maybe smile more, kitten!

Miles 42 scowls then growls: Stop calling me that!

Miles 1016 saw the Punks picking on his variant, then Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016: Darling, he's so feisty. Perhaps the ole' chap prefer him and I'll have you! -Hobie twisted his head so fast it made Miles 1016 jump, and he glares at his variant-

Gwen giggles: LOL! Miles who knew you were such an eye candy!

Miles 1016: I always thought they were just joking. -He saw how his Hobie was picking a fight with Hobie 138e and the other two punks flirting with Miles 42. Miles 42 was about to claw them being so pissed off-

Miles 42: Miles, you better do something before I fuck these assholes off!

Miles 1016 laughs: Chill man. They are just flirting. What's wrong with that? -he smirks- I think you would like to date Hobie!

Miles 42 became bashful: NO! I have Ganke! That's my man! -fuming-

The Punks sighs: Ugh! Why are the hot ones always taken!

Hobie 138d slouches on Miles 1016 being whiny: Sunflower, forget about those blokes and be with me!

Hobie 138c whines: No me!

Gwen could only watch as Miles 42 fights them back from touching Miles 1016: They are like brothers... -Miles 42 seems to be a protector with Miles 1016, maybe it's because he's a bit naive-

Hobie 138b: Oi! Back off of MY SUNFLOWER! -already about to fight the other two Punks-

Miles 1016: Guys relax! It's not that serious!

Hobie: LUV! They are challenging me and want to take you away.

Miles: Bae, I'm not going anywhere. They are just fooling around. Besides, we don't see them often.

Hobie: I prefer that. -He frowns at the Punks who were grinning from ear to ear and Miles 42 hiding being Miles 1016-

The Punks: Yeah, he's our darling, too, mate. Remember sharing is caring!

Miles 42: Fuck off!

Hobie 138e licks his lips: Maybe i should kiss you to wipe that frown off your face.

Miles 42: Touch me and I will fuck you up, man! -he got his claws out-

Gwen: Yikes!

Miles 1016 to Gwen: Wow, I never seen them so hyper. They're like huskies. -referring to the punks and Miles 42 being a cat hissing at them-

Gwen: Huh, I can see that!

Hobie 138b snuggles with his Sunflower, again: Should we make a run for it -wanting to leave before the Punks act up again with his boo-

Miles 1016 giggles: Come, bae. They are you. Besides, they keep this place lively.

Hobie 138c: We sure do. But a last, we must be gittin' going my darling -he holds Miles 1016's hand to kiss-

Hobie 138b smack his variant's hand away: Watch it, twat.

Hobie 138d hugs Miles 1016's waist: Luv, he's being mean to us!

Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016 then slouch on him: Darling, we must be going before the fascist leader comes and give us orders!

Miles 1016: Really? Leaving so soon?

Gwen: Awe, but you guys should stay longer and meet more of Spider-heroes

The Punks: Nahh!

Hobie 138b whacks all of them off his Miles: Good riddance!

Miles 42: Pfft, maybe you should leave too!

Hobie: Fuck off, mate.

Miles 1016: I'm surprise you guys aren't staying longer. You get free snacks, lunch and games.

Hobie 138e: We like to jump from universe to universe, luv. It's a thing we do.

Miles 1016: Oh, okay! It's just I was hoping you guys would wanna stay since I ask a couple of friends to meet you.

The Punks even Hobie arched his eyebrows: What friends?

Miles 42: You shouldn't them meet THEM! They will be like sex starving freaks!

Miles 1016 rolled his eyes at his variant: What? No they won't, besides they are variants of us!

Gwen: No way you meet your other variants!

Miles 1016: Yup, here they come! -His watch beep showing they were coming down the hallway- Hey guys, over here!

Gwen squeals: Finally more variants of Miles! I was getting tired of see my own variants. Male Gwen was such a flirt!

The Punks and Hobie gawks at three Miles variant each one being extremely different from the other: Hey, Miles 1016 and Miles 42!

Miles 42: Hey, Miles!

The three Miles smiles at the punks having such beautiful smiles. The Punks fell in love.

(Part 2)

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

[strangersunghoon]

Masterlist of my favorite stories

none of these are written by me so credits to all the wonderful authors <3

PART 2

PART 3

My house of the dragon playlist on Spotify

What does everything mean :

Smut ❤️‍🔥

Pregnancy 🤰

Angst 🌧

Fluff 💓

Horror 💀

Personal favorites ⭐️

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Kang Yeosang (ATEEZ)

-> A dying soul by @gaiyofanfiction 🌧💓

-> Prince Charming by @cvpitvno 🌧️

-> friends with benefits by @ kimbappykidding ❤️‍🔥💓🌧️

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Park Sunghoon (ENHYPEN)

-> Breaking me in two (masterlist) with Jake by @wildernessuntothemselves ❤️‍🔥💓🌧

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Ewan Mitchell (actor)

Aemond Targaryen (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON)

-> the missing piece by @heartysworld 🤰🌧️

-> my little ocean by @afro-hispwriter 🤰🌧️⭐️

-> family diner by @ Afro-hispwriter ❤️‍🔥

-> riding a dragon by @ afro-hispwriter ❤️‍🔥

-> the other woman by @bichachonacho 🌧️⭐️

-> an old flame by @b00kdiary 🌧️❤️‍🔥

-> a son for a son by @ikilledjoffery 🌧️⭐️

-> it feels like the very first time by @queers-gambit ❤️‍🔥💓

-> a fair exchange by @mendes-bae 🤰💓🌧️❤️‍🔥

-> the rage of a mother by @insxghtt 🌧️

-> Don’t blame me by @dazaikamo

-> salt the earth behind you @ultralightpoe 🌧️❤️‍🔥

-> bound in fire and blood by @dedicatednotobsessed

-> when pride married prejudice by @ queers-gambit 🤰🌧️❤️‍🔥💓

-> a mother for a son by @targaryenrealnessdarling 🤰🌧️⭐️

-> fool me once by @dulcewrites 🤰🌧️

-> unbearable by @ewanmitchellcrumbs ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> sunshine by @pinkydevil16 ❤️‍🔥🤰🌧️💓

-> all mine by @ pinkydevil16 ❤️‍🔥🤰🌧️

-> what have you done by @patheticdarling 🤰🌧️

-> his lady wife by @ slytherdoravenger 🤰🌧️

-> an eye for an eye, a child for a child by @kitkatscabinet 🤰💓🌧️⭐️

-> our little secret by @ rushtoproof🌧️

-> the dragon’s misteress by @misguidedasgardian 🌧️

-> golden & silver, my new colors by @mrsgrwy 🤰🌧️

-> smoke, Fire & ash by @asumofwords 🌧️❤️‍🔥⭐️

-> if looks could kill by @ targaryenrealnessdarling 🤰🌧️💓

-> Forever and always… or maybe never by @multi-fandom-simp 🌧️

-> the lost dragon by @foxee-writes 🤰🌧️❤️‍🔥

-> just like animals by @themotherofhorses ❤️‍🔥🤰

-> little dragon by @ichorai 🤰❤️‍🔥💓

-> could you pretend to be in love by @neptuneiris ⭐️

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Acotar (book)

AZRIEL SHADOWSINGER

-> intertwine by @azsazz ❤️‍🔥

-> ringside by @ azsazz

-> flame & Ash by @ azsazz ❤️‍🔥

-> family dynamic by @ azsazz 🤰💓

-> one more by @ azsazz 🤰❤️‍🔥

-> not me by @ azsazz ❤️‍🔥💓🌧️

-> two is better than one by @ azsazz 🤰

-> the one with the best she ever had by @ azsazz

-> lips of an Angel by @ azsazz 🤰🌧️

-> changing shadows by @illyrian-dreamer ❤️‍🔥💓

-> the joy of parenthood by @fieldofdaisiies ❤️‍🔥

-> shadowsinger baby by @ fieldofdaisiies 🤰❤️‍🔥

-> coming home by @acourtofwhatthefuck ❤️‍🔥🌧️

-> out of reasons to love you by @bubbles-for-all-of-us 🌧️⭐️

-> hear the lonely cry out by @ bubbles-for-all-of-us 🌧️🤰💓⭐️

-> wish things were different by @violet-shadows 🌧️

-> first time by @gothicbabydollz ❤️‍🔥

-> moving on by @ violet-shadows 🌧️

-> an Illyrian baby @llamamamareads 🤰⭐️

-> hurts like hell by @ iamqueenpotato 🌧️

-> lease of life by @ lucysstoryworld 🌧️

-> prettiest girl by @ aroseinvelaris 🌧️

-> soul sick by @ mxigo 🌧️⭐️

-> Glass shards by @ acotar-writing 🌧️❤️‍🔥⭐️

-> falling by @ bookish-whore 🌧️⭐️

-> exile by @ bookish-whore 🌧️🤰

-> always by @ redbleedingrose 🌧️

-> low on hope by @ violet-shadows 🌧️

-> the secrets we hide by @ fieldofdaiisies 🤰🌧️⭐️

-> stories to be told by @ Icey—stars

-> his second choice by @ ellievickstars 🌧️

-> I hate that I love you by @ iamqueenpotato 🌧️⭐️

-> never yours by @ ladylokilaufeyson5 🌧️

-> unrequited by @ mrs-azriel 🌧️⭐️

-> supposed to be together by @ angelshadowsinger ❤️‍🔥🌧️⭐️

-> son of the darkness by @ moonlightazriel ❤️‍🔥

-> pain, pain go away by @ Azriels-angels ❤️‍🔥

-> drowning by @ needed-as-a-grace-note 🌧️

-> lost in a labyrinth by @serpentandlily ❤️‍🔥

-> bloodied bond by @ellievickstar 🌧️

-> control by @cosmic-whispers 🌧️

-> laborious activities by @writingcroissant 🤰

-> it’s a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it by @starryevermore 🤰🌧️⭐️

-> unrequited love by @pit-and-the-pen 🌧️

-> washing his wings by @tadpolesonalgae ⭐️

-> Heather by @purple-writer8 🌧️

-> never yours by @really-fanny-longbottom 🌧️🤰

#masterlist #all of us are dead #park solomon #lee suhyeok #not mine #credits #kpop #enhypen #park sunghoon #kang yeosang #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #chishiya shuntaro #alice in borderland #chishiya #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member disappears after an argument with her favourite unnie part 2

A/N: I got some asks on Wattpad, special mention to ChristinaJerlynAbiva, to do a part 2 of this request and I loved writing it, tysm for the support and for enjoying what I wrote! I hope the anon that gave me this idea likes it! :) (Ik it's angst but it's so good, like?? Ily anon)

The request: can you do a twice 10th member where Y/N gets into an big heavy argument with one of the members which causes her to leave upset for hours without her phone, worrying everyone especially because they have no way of contacting her. When she comes back it's around 3am and she comes back all bloodied, bruised, and disassociated not really speaking. (I know it's angsty sorry) 

Part 2: Can we have a part 2 to this where Y/N tell the member what happens if its okay with you and I really love your story so hopefully you can make this one thanks <3

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the days that followed Y/N's return, TWICE hovered around her, offering unwavering support and comfort. They had all been deeply shaken by what had happened to their youngest member, and their primary concern was her well-being.

It was a quiet evening when TWICE's honey finally mustered the strength to share her ordeal with the group, her family. They had gathered in the living room of their dorm, the soft glow of the evening sun filtering through the curtains. Y/N took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly, as she began to recount the events of that fateful night.

Y/N - I went for a walk... 

Y/N told them, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Y/N - I was so upset, and I needed to clear my head. I didn't go far, just along the riverbank.

Tzuyu wrapped an arm around her only dongsang, offering silent support. The others listened intently, their expressions a mixture of anger and concern.

Y/N - I was walking lost in my thoughts, when I noticed a group of men up ahead. I didn't think much of it at first, but as I got closer, they started taunting me, making nasty comments. I tried to ignore them and walk away, but they followed me.

Mina clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white. Nayeon's eyes blazed with anger, and Jeongyeon's jaw was set firmly.

The maknae's voice trembled as she recalled the fear she had felt that night. 

Y/N - I kept walking faster, trying to get away, but they grabbed me. They... they pushed me down, and I... I fought back as best as I could.

Dahyun, always the cheerful soul, had tears in her eyes. 

Dahyun - Love, I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

Not wanting to begin crying and stop the story, Y/N started talking again without answering.

Y/N - They took my phone and they... they beat me up. I don't even remember how I managed to get away from them. It's all a blur after that.

Sana placed a comforting hand on their girl's shoulder, her eyes filled with sympathy. 

Sana - You're so, so strong, sweet girl, for making it through that.

The younger girl nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. 

Y/N - I stumbled around the streets for hours, not knowing where I was or how to get back. It was only when I saw the sun rising that I realized I needed to go back home.

Jihyo, her heart heavy with guilt, reached out to her child. 

Jihyo - I'm so sorry, babygirl. You're my kid and I can't believe my words led to this.

Y/N looked at Jihyo, her expression a mix of forgiveness and understanding. 

Y/N - It's not your fault, mama. We were both at fault. We let our anger get the best of us. And even after all that, you're always gonna be my Omma. 

Momo, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. 

Momo - We're here for you, bae. You're not alone in this. We'll do everything we can to help you heal.

Jihyo, determined and protective, nodded in agreement as she practically growled her next words. 

Jihyo - First, we need to get the police involved. Those men need to be held accountable for what they did to my child.

With Y/N's consent, they called the police and reported the assault. The officers assured them that they would investigate the incident thoroughly. TWICE provided any information they could, including the location of the attack.

As they waited for the police to arrive, the members enveloped their angel in a warm embrace, reaffirming their unwavering support. Tears flowed freely, but they were tears of solidarity and love.

When the police arrived, they took TWICE's sunshine's statement and promised to do everything in their power to bring the perpetrators to justice. The girl was overwhelmed by the professionalism and kindness of the officers, and it gave her a glimmer of hope that justice would prevail.

In the coming weeks, TWICE became fiercely protective of Y/N. They accompanied her to therapy sessions to help her cope with the trauma, and they ensured that she was never alone when out in public. They also started self-defence classes together, determined to empower themselves and prevent such a horrific incident from happening again. 

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Y/N slowly began to heal, both physically and emotionally. As she looked around at her older sisters, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unbreakable bond they shared. Together, they had overcome darkness, emerging stronger and closer than ever before. And this made them all have only one thought:

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

#kpop imagines #kpop gg #twice fluff #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice #twice 10th member #twice x y/n #twice x you #twice added member #twice addition #nayeon #nayeon x reader #jeongyeon #jeongyeon x reader #momo #momo x reader #sana #sana x reader #jihyo #jihyo x reader #mina #mina x reader #dahyun #dahyun x reader #chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader

[kanmom51]

Run BTS flying yoga part 1

I wasn’t going to write a post.  

I wasn’t really.

Cause everyone has already shared pretty much everything there is to share and said pretty much what there is to say.  

Or maybe not?

In any case, I’m gonna be a little shit, or maybe a big one, haven’t decided yet which one of those it is.  I’m too tired to go through the motions of downloading, editing, giffing or what, so I’m gonna say my big big thanks to @minieggukie for making the bestest of the bestest gifs and I hope that you don’t mind me using them here in my post.  

Where do I start?

Summing up the episode maybe?

What did we have then?

We had JM finding his way onto the floor.  Like, right at the very start of the episode, lol.

We had JM and JK hyping up each other.  Cause what’s new really, eh?

Well, they were kind of right.

Anyways, we got our chaotic ADHD puppy going totally wild, like wild wild.  Like super wild.  He was bloody hilarious.

But even when being the little ADHD chaotic menace that he was (not really, he was absolutely adorable), JK was looking for JM’s reactions, seeking his approval and trying to make him laugh (like he always does, cause nothing makes JK happier than making JM laugh).

I mean, look at that smile.

And then we have JM.

Graceful JM who makes it look so very easy, while all the others are struggling.

JM who when his life partner (yes, I’m sticking with that one) is going all wild and chaotic turns around to the instructor and apologizes for him, all while smiling fondly cause his bae just warms his heart.

But when NJ is standing up on the hammock before they are told to JM has no problem calling him out and telling him, the leader, off for it, lol.

Nor does he have a problem to tell Tae off (jokingly) for doing the exact same thing his JK was doing throughout the whole episode.  Not a word for JK, just fond loving glances and smiles, lol.

JK:

JM - radio silence.

Tae:

JM -

And yes, I am aware it was role play and just having fun, but the distinction was kind of funny. 

And checking up on JK too when it looks like he might have hurt himself.

Also, what you looking at JK?

I get it.  It’s really HARD to miss, but dude...Get a grip.

Oh, and we had this too:

cr./ @km5813love

And to sum the episode up... 

You have JK, and then you have the rest of the members, lol.

cr./ @jeonjkloops

And if it’s JK we’re speaking of, these are starting to drop, lol.

cr./

Can’t wait to see what else they’ll come up with, lol.

To be continued with Part 2.

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #Junkook #JM #JK #Jikook Run BTS #Jikook flying yoga

[deathlessathanasia]

"Kronia were celebrated on Rhodes on the sixth of Metageitnion (text: Pedageitnion). Porphyry (On Abstinence 2.54) tells of humans being sacrificed to Kronos during that festival. Later, a condemned criminal was kept alive until the Kronia, and then taken outside the gates to Aristobule’s statue, given wine to drink and slaughtered. From the date it has been concluded that this typical example of a scapegoat ritual springs from the Artemis cult and became associated with Kronos only later. This may quite well be true, although it is dangerous to build a case on a chance temporal coincidence. Important, however, is the fact that elsewhere as well, Kronos is associated specifically with bloody and cruel human sacrifices; the ancient attitude is summarised by Sophocles (Andr. fr. 126 Radt) as follows: ‘Of old there is a custom among barbarians to sacrifice humans to Kronos.’ Clearly this is about barbarians, as are other testimonia. Best known are the Phoenician-Punic human sacrifices, which are supposed to have been introduced by a former king, El/Kronos. The Carthaginian god in whose huge bronze statue children were burnt to death also was identified with Kronos/Saturnus. It was said that in Italy and Sardinia, too, humans had been sacrificed to Saturnus — probably just as legendary a fact as Istros’ (FGrH 334 F 48) remark about Crete that the Kouretes in ancient times sacrificed children to Kronos, or the later reports by Christian authors about human sacrifices in Greece itself.

Surveying all these data, one is not surprised that in places Kronos stands as a signum for human sacrifice, bloody offering and even cannibalism. Side by side with the above-mentioned text by Sophocles stands, for instance, Euhemerus, view (Ennius Euhemerus 9.5) that Kronos and Rhea and the other people living then used to eat human flesh. A more negative and gruesome picture hardly can be imagined. Therefore, the appearance of another, again utterly contrasting one is all the more striking. According to Empedocles, and in Pythagorean circles generally, Kronos is the very symbol of unbloody sacrifice. The Athenian cake sacrifice is a good illustration of this, and Athenaeus 3,11 OB informs us that by way of offering the Alexandrians used to put loaves of bread in Kronos’ temple, from which everybody was allowed to eat. This peaceful and joyous aspect crops up in an almost hyperbolic form in the Attic celebration of the Kronia.

Apart from a short mention by Demosthenes 24.26, with mention of the date (12 Hekatombaion = ± August), we have two somewhat more detailed reports. Plutarch Moralia 1098B: ‘So too, when slaves hold the Kronia feast or go about celebrating the country Dionysia, you could not endure the jubilation and din.’ Macrobius Saturnalia 1.10.22:Philochorus [FGrH 328 F 97] says that Cecrops was the first to build, in Attica, an altar to Saturn and Ops, worshiping these deities as Jupiter and Earth, and to ordain that, when crops and fruits had been garnered, heads of households everywhere should eat thereof in company with the slaves with whom they had borne the toil of cultivating the land, for it was well pleasing to the god that honour should be paid to the slaves in consideration of their labour. And that is why we follow the practice of a foreign land and offer sacrifice to Saturn with the head uncovered, (tr. P. V. Davies). … Finally, the Roman poet Accius (Ann. fr. 3 M, Bae.; Fr. poet. lat. Morel p. 34) adds that most Greeks, but the Athenians in particular, celebrated this festival: ‘in all fields and towns they feast upon banquets elatedly and everyone waits upon his own servants. From this had been adopted as well our own custom of servants and masters eating together in one and the same place.’"

- H. S. Versnel, Greek Myth and Ritual: The Case of Kronos, in Interpretations of Greek Mythology

#kronos #saturnus #saturn #kronia #saturnalia #quotes #excerpts

[idealisticrealism]

TCL 2x02 recap

Guess who’s back with even more thoughts?? 2x02 time let’s gooo

Ugghhhh the location of this ‘prison’ is gonna haunt me I stg. These damn hills are so familiar to me and yet I cannot pinpoint where the bloody thing is. Looks like this will be on my list to hunt down next year ugh 

Okay all of these security checks seem excessive when there is literally going to be a glass barrier between them anyway?? Also last ep Nadia got to bring in her bag but it seems like Thony didn’t? C'mon show I need consistency here lol. Tbh I’m sad that they don’t get to use the visitation room from 1x10 anymore, bc lbr we all know how much I wanted them to be able to touch their feet together under the table bc they can't hold hands lol

Anyway the important thing is that my boy is back on his feet, which makes me want to know how long has passed since his attack? Like a week? Seems like an appropriate amount of time to recover from multiple stab wounds and to be back in GenPop… tbh it can’t really be longer than a week given the state of his facial swelling. Also I’m gonna assume that he and Thony haven’t spoken since the call last ep, but he’s probably been able to speak to Nadia, and she has passed on updates to both sides?? So Thony knows about the attack, and he knows about Marco, even if neither of them have details?

But oh man the utter dismay on Thony’s face when she sees him, this is what I live forrrr. Did he know that his visitor was her? Or did he assume it was Nadia, and that’s why he looked like he was steeling himself to deal with her drama (lbr, she’s highly-strung lol) when he walked in?? But ugh instead he seems to slump a little and gives a sigh when he sits down across from her; he looks so tired and I love that he doesn’t have to hide that in front of her the way he would for Nadia 

“Look what they did to you”-- omg. This is literally the closest to wearing her heart on her sleeve that Thony has ever gotten and I'm dying?? The emotion in it?? The very not-platonic intensity??? Ngl I also love that her first words are such an inane statement, like she is literally so overwhelmed rn that she can barely even do words. (especially since the words that were probably screaming in her head from the moment she saw him were some very intense ones in Khmer, and I would have died to have heard her speak those aloud lol) 

But wait wtf excuse me how dare the scene cut there??? That better not be all we get or I will riot???

Also ugh Garrett. I don’t caaaare about you. Although it is handy that our baes are still able to go ahead and bribe the judge lol. Wait, Russo is leaving to go to Miami? I wonder if this is a plot thing or a ‘the actor wants out’ thing?? I will actually miss her ugh

Oh thank god we’re back at the prison. (words that people other than me probably never say lol). And okay I love that she literally came to visit Arman the moment he was out of the infirmary, even before Nadia it seems?? And ugh he asks about Luca (again, I’m assuming he already knew about Marco through Nadia, and lbr I’m probably going to do a fill-in fic for the rest of the conversation at some point lol) but anyway oh lord “how are you holding up?” and THEN “I feel like I’ve failed everyone” followed by DIRECT EYE CONTACT and ugghhhhh he knows she’s not just talking about Marco and Luca anymore and god he looks like he wants to hug her so badly (that little head tilt as he leans in?? help??) and he immediately makes it clear that he doesn’t blame her and she shouldn’t blame herself either ughhh. Also I love the choice the writers made here by having him be so soft when reassuring Thony and then only getting sharp/frustrated when talking about Nadia hahaha

“Be careful in here”/“That’s not how you survive”-- Wow, what a great character study in only a handful of words?? Also this feels like it’s going to be one of the themes this season, like the S2 version of “not the right way or the wrong way, but any way you can”. But oh man poor Thony is going to be extra worried about him now… as she watched him walk away, was she suddenly afraid that this might be the last time she'd ever see him alive??

Garrett has a very impressive habit of showing up where he’s not wanted. (Although to be fair, he’s not wanted anywhere, so…). Ngl though it does look kinda bad for her to be visiting Arman at this point in time given that she’s meant to be the grieving widow. Also “I know you had nothing to do with your husband’s death” sure sounds a lot like “I suspect that you had something to do with your husband’s death” lol. But he actually genuinely does seem to want to help her still, which he chooses to do by not shutting up about her staying away from Arman. Good luck with that one, buddy. God I love how pissed she looks when he brushes off Arman’s attack as ‘bad guys taking each other out’ omg. Honestly how was I ever afraid that this show would try to pull a Garrett/Thony/Arman love triangle, she literally cannot stand him like 90% of the time and it’s glorious hahahahaaaaaaa

“I’m here because Arman saved Luca’s life, and he deserves to know that he’s safe”. omg. Thony. That is… that is so incredibly weak?? like at least come up with a better explanation?? She literally basically went with “oh yeah my boss helped get surgery for my son like a two and a half weeks ago so now I am visiting him in prison to tell him that my son is now safe and sound after being abducted by his now-dead father, which was an event that by all accounts he should have had no idea about in the first place.” WHY WOULD THIS CONCERN YOUR TOTALLY PLATONIC ‘BOSS’, THONY? Like god you are doing an amazing job of announcing to Garrett that yours and Arman’s relationship is far more than just professional (though lbr, they all already know this lol.)

Oh hi again, ABQ airport!  I remember you well haha. Also omg Fi’s dad is so little? And her mum is beautiful, wow– though she really doesn’t look much older than Fi herself haha. This is going to irk me a tiny bit but I guess I can roll with the idea she had kids very young?? And damn Thony really is persona non grata with these guys huh? So much for “my mother always loved you more than me” like Fi said in early S1… 

Oh wow it feels weird to get subtitles for the Tagalog?? I’m so used to the show making us just figure it out ourselves. But I guess they were a bit more necessary to follow the plot this time. Also the cheerfulness/excitement of the greeting at home feels a bit weird considering they’re there because of a death in the family, but I guess it is a pretty special reunion/first meeting all the same? Man bereavement is weird.

Okay I am going to need to go back and look at kitchen scenes from S1 bc I stg there wasn’t a door there before. And who has a front door that opens directly into the kitchen anyway?? But I do like the look of this Detective Flores, she seems badass (and that accent is hot), even if her presence is immediately stressful lol. I'll ignore the fact that there's no way it would have taken a detective this long to come and question Thony about Marco though, it's been like a week!! Anyway I love that after the extremely uncomfortable response to her questioning/accidentally starting a family fight she’s like ‘ok yeah I’mma go’ and Thony is immediately like ‘oh god thank you’ lolll 

Okay potentially unpopular opinion here, but I just can’t see Nadia and Robert as being a thing?? I mean I could believe that they were previously together (he’s handsome and rich, and Nadia is very attracted to power, after all), but they don’t have the chemistry of two people who were once in love. He has more the vibe of someone who is looking at something he once possessed and wants to add back to his collection, not someone who actually genuinely cared about her. And tbh I think Naveen is amazing but I just don’t think he was the right casting for this role at all. But idk who knows, maybe he’ll change my mind.  I guess I was just hoping for someone amazing who would really sweep Nadia off her feet and out of the way of Armony lol

I enjoy this guy’s comment about Arman ‘taking the crown’-- feels like a nod to 1x10 (“The Crown” lol). Also lbr I would want to have Arman on my prison crew too lol. But oh shit he’s really gonna go after Hayak??

I don’t even have kids and I’m annoyed on Thony’s behalf at Lolo trying to parent her child for her lol. Shut your face, buddy, you can’t exactly give parenting advice when your son turned out to be an asshole and your daughter moved to another country to be away from you. Also, telling her she spoils Luca? Pot calling the kettle black much??

“Everything I did, I did for my son” man those words are starting to sound almost worn out now, like she’s repeated them so many times by this point– but lbr we all know that that’s not the whole truth Thony. But awww at Fi defending her, I love these sisters-by-choice <3

“You made my son feel like he was not enough” excuse me that sounds like a Marco problem, not a Thony problem??? God why don’t people just go to goddamn therapy and stop blaming everyone else for their own shit?? Also HELL NO you are not taking Luca back to the philippines lol, I legit dare you to try get him away from Thony the Mama Bear without losing a limb lol

Huh Thony’s bed is gone?? Did they move it while the guests are there or has she been sleeping in with Luca now that he doesn’t need the infection control anymore??

Oooh I found this location (where Chris sits on the curb after riding his bike) too! Literally recognised the building from a distance while driving on the interstate haha. Though it's a shame I didn't realise that it was the curb itself that was the important part lol. I also love that there are literally crew in the background of the shot while he was riding the bike lol, I haven’t seen the show have an ‘error’ like that before

Super cool shot with the train going past in the background! Still pissed I can’t figure out where the prison is haha. Also goddamn Arman is badass, casually sitting there bleeding through his shirt while staring Hayak down. We stan a sexy ruthless king lol

Aw, looks like Thony got her buddha necklace back from Garrett in the end! I kind of also love that she’s wearing it too bc I’m certain that Marco and his parents are catholic lol. What a power move/symbol that she follows her own path rather than theirs. Also it’s interesting to learn that Marco was a few years older than Fi– he was such a brat that I assumed he was the younger brother until she referred to him by ‘Kuya” (a term for an older brother/relative) in the last ep...

Nadia’s voice sounds deeper and older on this phone call?? Maybe alll this stress with Arman has aged her lol.  I really do feel for her… but not enough to not be cheering for Armony haha

Damn Thony really is desperate to keep Arman safe if she is risking missing her own husband’s funeral to help get him out?? That’s what you call endgaaaaame lol

I cannot stress enough how much I do not care about Garrett and Maya lol  *mentally fast forwards through scene*

Robert: *brusquely gestures at Thony with a pool cue*  Me: oh I think I hate him? Robert: *makes Thony strip off right in front of him, and even makes her let him help undress her*  Me: oh I definitely 100% hate him IMMEDIATELY AND FOREVER. Honestly, what an absolute bastard. Nadia is way too good for him, how could she ever even consider being with him again?? I’m so incredibly pissed about this moment for many reasons, mostly from the act of emotional violence that it is, and oh man I hope Arman finds out about it and tears Robert apart with his bare hands for disrespecting Thony like that…

Ngl though, I kind of do love that she clearly only went through with it bc it was for Arman. Our girl really is ride or die for him ugh. Also, “No one pays attention to the cleaning lady”-- except Arman did, from the moment he saw you. Ugghh help me. And ugh Robert talking about making her clean stressed me out so much. I hate this creep SO MUCH. 

“You remind me of [Marco]”-- not the compliment you think it is, Lola. Poor Chris is having a Bad Time lol

Feeling super annoyed that this incredibly unrealistic prison infirmary setup is preventing me from enjoying shirtless Arman undisturbed lol (because holy hell, Thony needs to burn all of this man’s shirts so we get treated to this view all the time haha). But yeah, as someone who has worked (admittedly, only briefly) in a prison infirmary in the past, this setup is legit ridiculous lol. But then again, it is the US, so maybe that's just how things are done over there haha

“No one can pin me down” / “Unfortunately, neither could your wife” okay dude I don’t want Russo to leave, the only good part of Garrett’s scenes are when she (or Thony) is absolutely dragging him lol

Nadia speaks French?? That’s hot. (As is everything she does, lbr.)

Wait, is Garrett at the funeral bc he suspects Thony has something to do with the money? Or with Marco’s death? Or did he come intending to pay his respects but then got a weird vibe? Like dude why do you keep showing up everywhere, I’m sick of your face

That’s one very expensive orchid.

Okay I cannot believe that this show not only gave us shirtless Arman being patched up (ps dear prison doctor, I will trade places with you any time), but it also gave us an entire shirtless fight scene in the showers??? The TCL writers are benevolent gods and I am their most grateful subject lol. Ngl I may have paused this scene quite a bit… for, uh, science. Also bless you wonderful gifmakers for already taking care of this lol. Tbh I'm slightly upset about the fact that this ep gave us the gloriousness that is both Thony and Arman half-naked, and yet it was in totally separate (and somewhat unfortunate) scenes lol. A goddamn tragedy tbh. And ok ngl I now have a sudden desperate need for Thony to see Arman shirtless.... c'mon writers you know you wanna do it

Anyway, respect to Hayak for actually taking on Arman himself, though we all know he wouldn’t have dared if Arman wasn’t already significantly wounded lol. He knows he’s outmatched otherwise. Also daaamn, the knot on this freaking towel is the strongest thing in the universe apparently?? lol. Another tragedy haha. And okay I know I’m going on and on about this, but literally HOW was he so unsupervised in the infirmary that he could possibly get hold of something like that??  (What is it supposed to be, anyway?? Bc I know what medications are likely to be stored in a cupboard like that and I know what medications could conceivably kill that fast and there is not a whole lot of crossover there lol) 

But anyway yeah the whole syringe thing is ridiculous but I will roll with it lol. Just as i will ignore the even more ridiculous “I always loved you more than my own son” hahahaha. (Tbh there’s been a little bit of cliched dialogue in this ep but I will overlook it out of love).  But damn, “It won’t be long now. Your heart will seize and it’ll be done” actually does sound pretty badass?? Moral of the story, DO NOT FUCK WITH ARMAN MORALES lol 

(although ok I gotta question how he’s not going to get caught for this murder? Any death in custody gets an automatic autopsy, and they’ll find the injection site, and surely there’s cameras around the infirmary that show he was just there earlier, soooo? But nvm it’s fiction so *shrug*)

Man the dynamic between Chris and Luca is going to be so fascinating now. And imagine like an 18 year old Luca finding out that his cousin-brother killed his father? Tho lbr by that point Arman will be the only father he remembers :P

 I like Fi’s mum and I love that Fi finally got to hear that she’s proud of her, but tbh I still can’t excuse the terrible parenting for Fi’s whole life. “We thought that you were stronger” BRO SHE WAS A CHILD??? Good lord.  

The dad though??? Like I know all too well the impact that grief and loss can have, but damn the entitlement of him wanting to basically steal Luca to use him as a do-over of Marco? Gross. And acting like Luca’s connection to him through Marco gives him more of a right to have Luca than Luca’s own mother???? C’mon now. So glad Thony called him out on it and put her foot down, even if the issue didn’t actually get clearly resolved….   

Okay EXCUSE ME WHAT. Are the writers kidding me with this imagery of Arman leaving his prison and walking free out into the light, overlaid with Thony reciting a sacrament so fitting that it could have been written solely for him???? I feel like I fucking ascended to a higher plane during this scene, bc jesus christ I have been to some of the most famous places of worship in the world and yet none of them felt as holy as my couch did while I experienced this moment. Not only did it have that sense of connected-even-at-a-distance that the ‘Someone To Watch Over Me’ scene in 1x07 evoked, but it took it even further, because even though this scene very clearly involved them engaging with their respective spouses (indirectly in Thony’s case of course), it was undeniably an Armony scene, and I’m sorry but I am going to be an utter mess about this forever?? And the fact that the writers chose to have Nadia remove his sunglasses– symbolically removing a ‘mask’ and letting him see the light– rather than showing the two of them kissing (even though I’m sure they probably did kiss, only moments later, though I’m grateful we didn’t have to see it lol) was legit incredible and have I mentioned I’m in love with this entire writers’ room or??????

Ugh okay that's all for now, but I guess I'll see you all next week for more of this show sending me literally insane. Help.

#The Cleaning Lady #Armony #TCL recaps #help me god

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.20--Episodes 20-21

I have watched through S2E21; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—Nailed it! Lo and behold, there is drama about the beans.

—Snow White telling a random stranger *wink wink* about how Regina saved her as a kid is terribly sad. I despise Regina for making that lovely woman so unhappy.

—Has Snow been vibing with Robin Hood? I hope we get to see some of that eventually. Maybe Marion and Snow were friends.

—The Maleficent beast is disgusting. I hate it *truly hateful* *horrified* *screaming in the corner*

—The teardrop potion! Gosh that’s freaky.

—Wendy is a fink. She promised Bae she wouldn’t open the window, and then what did she do? SHE OPENED THE FRICKIN WINDOW!

—This is possibly the most appropriate level of malevolence ever attributed to Peter Pan. He’s creepy. He steals children. He uses them as child soldiers to fight pirates. Also, I’m pretty sure he kills Lost Boys every now and then (but don’t quote me on that one, because I don’t know if it’s from the source material or from an adaptation). Either way, Peter Pan is one of the most disturbing mothertruckers to ever exist in a fairy tale.

—Lol they put an army hat on the dog :)

—I hate both Tamara and Owen. I’m supposed to; I’m supposed to see them as fanatics, and I do. They must be among the most boring, soulless people walking the planet, because for many of us the idea of magic is a beautiful thing. Now, granted, I don’t know what I would actually do with a world of magic, but it’s not like humans never do evil things with the world as it is. Magic is the escapist fantasy of many. It’s an idea that brings a spark of otherworldly joy into our lives. Magical or fantasy worlds have brought me a lot of comfort and inspiration over the years. I can’t even comprehend despising the idea of magic so much that I would be willing to snuff out every single piece of it that showed up.

—Also, that’s another thing. Keeping magic out of our world at the gate would be one thing. Wiping it out when it already exists is a different one entirely. Especially considering this means killing a whole town’s worth of people. No matter your opinion on magic, what Tamara and Owen are doing just isn’t right.

—Lacey is so trashy. She disgusts me.

—But I think I understand now why Mr. Gold is with her. He can’t have Belle, but he can have the woman who looks exactly like her. And, I’d like to believe, he’s still holding out a tiny bit of hope that she could be Belle again someday. His turn back to darkness is both displaced anger about his situation with Belle/Lacey, and the fact that this is the last guy who needs an enabler. Darkness is frankly easier, and Mr. Gold is still afraid of the hard work it would take to be a good person again. He does alright when he has loved ones to keep him on the right track (although he still has the occasional slip-up) but with an enabler, with someone who actively encourages him to be his worst self, of course he’s not going to choose good. Not to mention, he’s so desperate for any remnant of Belle, he wouldn’t risk losing Lacey by trying to be good, even if he wanted to.

—I’m also pretty sure Rumbelle can’t be endgame at this point. Even if Belle does get her memories back, she’s going to be appalled with herself and disappointed in Mr. Gold. Or maybe, just maybe, her getting memories back will involved Mr. Gold doing something genuinely heroic, and that would make them a bit more plausible as a couple. Either way, they’re gonna have a lot of work to do.

—On the bright side, this lil romantic misadventure has given me proof that Mr. Gold is factually the kind of man to help his lady put a necklace on. That is quality boyfriending right there.

—I refuse to believe that Bae is dead. It just can’t go down like that.

—At least he and Emma finally got honest about their feelings. It took them bloody long enough.

—Emma still isn’t being honest with Henry though. I get that it’s a complicated situation, but she promised him a couple of episodes that she wasn’t going to keep him in the dark anymore, and now she’s trying to do exactly that.

—Charming is being a great father/husband right now. He’s there for Emma in her heartbreak, and he’s there to support Snow in her troubles with/about Regina.

—I think I may have to apply the rule of “hoes mad” to anyone who’s still acting like what Snow did was cold-blooded murder. Looking at you, Regina. Cora was ready to kill Emma, Charming, Mr. Gold, Snow, or Bae. Several of those people had swords pointed directly at Cora at varying times. It was a very twisted form of self-defense.

—I appreciate how hard Snow is trying to fix her heart. Maybe saving Regina will help…but then where would the drama be?

—Regina is getting worse. Trying to kill everyone and abduct Henry to the fairytale world is intense even for her. Although, maybe she’ll do better now. At the end of episode 21, she seemed a little more tame.

—You know what, I don’t think it would even surprise me if Lacey stabbed Mr. Gold with the *magic dagger*. And now I get to panic about that for a while. YAY!

#once upon a time #ouat #Snow White #regina mills #Robin Hood #wendy darling #baelfire #Peter Pan #tamara #Owen #Emma swan #Henry #lacey #prince David charming #belle #mr. gold #rumbelle #anti laceygold or whatever #martianbugsbunny reviews

[wastingstarsss]

Just come back, please: a rumbelle fic

A/N: this was posted on my previous account but then the account was terminated… don’t bloody know why. So I’m re-writing it up here. There’s gonna be more rumbelle fics on this account in the future sooo maybe stick around if you like?

Warnings: none. It’s just angsty, set when Belle was in hospital in s2.

Word count: 803

Prompt: 98. “You don’t even remember me” from @emswritingprompts

Disinfectant invaded Gold’s nose as he sat in the cold, abandoned hospital room. Belle had had barely any other visitors besides himself, Ruby stopping by occasionally- which he greatly appreciated. The woman he loved shouldn’t be alone at this time, a time where her memories had fallen out her head and she didn’t even recognise her reflection. The quiet beeping of the machine told him she was alive though, and that he was incredibly grateful for. He had to keep repeating it to himself, Belle is alive. She was living and breathing and even if she didn’t know who he was, that was something. It was better than nothing.

For now though, she was quietly sleeping besides his seat. How, Gold didn’t know. The beds in this place were incredibly uncomfortable compared to their extravagant one at home. She didn’t even have more than two pillows. But still she slept and Gold did not. He hadn’t since the accident two days ago. How could he when she was in here suffering? The pawnbroker couldn’t imagine how lost Belle must’ve been feeling in that moment. Mind you, he had felt lost too. He had felt lost when he returned home from the war and faced that disappointment in Milah’s eyes, the eyes that wished him dead. He had felt lost as he laid at Captain Jones’ feet, his walking stick having been knocked from his hands. He had felt lost when his son asked for him to give up the powers of the dark one, his one and only source of strength. He had felt lost when Baelfire had fallen through that dammed portal and he couldn’t find the courage to follow him. There were countless times when Rumplestiltskin had felt lost, but even with Time chasing him he had never lost himself- not entirely. His need to find Bae kept him safe from Time’s influence. His face may have changed, his voice may have changed, but his want to apologise and make things right stayed the same. In his heart, Rumplestiltskin was still the spinner who wanted to protect his family. Meanwhile Belle, oh sweet Belle, her reflection and personality had turned into a stranger. It was a feeling the pawnbroker was unable to recognise, and so sat besides her the weakness within him came crawling back. He was suddenly helpless again, and not even his magic could fix it this time.

He needed to talk to her, to hear her advice. In every situation as of yet, Belle was always right. Her unwavering hope kept him on his toes and kept the darkness at bay. But that hope had been forgotten and he quickly found the shadows caving in on his mind again. God, he needed to hear her voice. More importantly, he needed to hear recognition in her voice. Belle would know what to do at a time like this.

“Belle,” he spoke quietly, whispering into the room. She didn’t even stir, he doubted she’d ever stir at his voice again. The thought of her never remembering him pained Gold to the depth of his soul- or what was left of it. “Belle, I-“ what was he trying to say? The words died on his tongue, every thought left his mind empty. He just needed to talk to her as if she was still her. “We still haven’t had our picnic. The strawberries are out of date and the cupcakes have gone dry. I haven’t unpacked the basket with the blanket in though…” Gold wrung his hands together as he spoke, leaning atop his cane. He had screwed his eyes shut and there was a slight quiver to his chin. A deep sigh rattled his bones and the sudden weight of age hit him like a freight train.

“Belle.” He began again. “I miss you. I miss everything about you. Your eyes, and your laugh, your voice. I just miss it. And this feels as if you had died again, but you’re here. You’re alive, but you don’t even remember me. Or yourself, for that matter. And God Belle, you’re so- so-“ his voice cracked as the anxiety muddled grief numbed his mind. “You’re perfect and I feel like I’m losing you again. Just come back. Please.” Rumplestiltskin bent his face downwards, biting his knuckles to quieten his sobs. “Please.” His voice was strangled, hoarse, but desperation gripped him and the only thing he had left to do was beg.

“Please.” God he needed to hear her voice. He needed her to recognise him.

“Please.” He needed her to feel safe again, to know herself again.

“Please.” He needed her.

Disinfectant evaded the hospital room space still, but Gold was unfocused on it. His mind had turned to the sleeping angel next to him, and had not wandered from it since.

#rumbelle fic #my rumbelle fics #rumbelle #Rumplestiltskin x Belle French #rumplestiltskin #belle french #ouat fic

[musingsofmum]

Okay the end of the day..

I sit on the front step with the sounds of insects humming in the background.

It's 8:55pm. The littles are tucked away for the night and I am here now alone. Alone with my thoughts. ..

I've been taking my SSRIs as prescribed but I've been failing at halting my alcohol intake.

I don't know why I had to share that, but for some reason it was in the front of mind.. so out it plopped! Lolz. Anyway..for transparencies sake I shall leave it where it lay.

Today was a good day. I had "the baby" for the day as her ma & pa had a chance at a good days work.. so I stepped up for the wee ones sake. She was dropped at 5:45am mind you.. so now at 8:58pm I am knackered. She comes again tomorrow and then I have a weekend without ANY liitleones . Even our 2 baes head off for the weekend with their dad. It'll just be me rumbling around the little shack for the weekend! I do hope to make it productive. Mind you, I am also in the midst of rebuilding the black stateO.. so .. between that and the house I shall do my best. It's quite tempting to go black market and find some kind of chemical assistance.. but I won't! I shall just acknowledge the temptation, laugh at it and crank the music until motivation comes naturally!...lol..

At the very least some of both shall get done!

Well. I did say I'd be honest and this is now a diary of sorts.. so be it.. muahahahaaa..

Okay. So it's bloody cold here in Great Southern WA...but the sky is clear as! You should see the amazing star show above me!

I shall admire the stars for a bit longer..then prep for bed. Baby comes at 5:45 tomorrow!

[silent-raven13]

Stay in my arms

Miles giggles seeing his boyfriend playing Whitney Huston as he sways to the song, "'Cause I'll never change..." This time Hobie looking at his boyfriend turning pink then all the other colors. "All my colors for you!"

"Hobie..." His boyfriend giggling, again. "You really love Whitney, huh?" Going up to him, as they listen to the song.

"She's bloody talented." Hobie hold his hand out as he dances to the music, "Awe, luv. This part!"

"Don't make me close one more door!" Hobie sang along with his own twist, but he slowly changes having an R&B tone. "I don't wanna hurt anymore. Stay in my arms if you dare!" He wrap his arms around his Sunflower's waist as they slow dance to the music.

Miles giggles, "Your so good at singing. I think you would've been very popular as an R&B singer, bae."

"You see through right to the heart of me,"

"Oh yeah?" Hobie asked as he sways his body very slowly to the music.

"You break down my walls with the strength of your love, mm."

"Yeah." Honey-brown eyes meeting inky dark eyes, Miles letting out a small smile. "I love you, Hobie."

"I love you, too." He let his boyfriend wrap his arms around his neck, they pressed their foreheads together. "Should this be our wedding dance?"

"Mmm," Miles thought for the moment, "I dunno. She has other great songs and my Uncle Aaron got an amazing R&B collection.."

"I won't hold it back again!"

"He does. It's just this song touches me." Hobie softly whispered, "Your my everything, Sunflower." This time they held their hands as they slow dances together. Their engagement rings sparkling in the living room lights. "No second thoughts before we book the venue?"

"This passion inside, I can't run from myself...."

"Hobie, we been together for thirteen years." Miles smiles widely, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He gave his fiancee a kiss on the lips.

"There's nowhere to hide..."

"Oh my favorite part is coming, love." Hobie pulls away to sing to his Sunflower, "Your love I'll remember forever!"

Miles smiles at his partner, they been together for this long. He loves him even more. Especially when he sings to him.

"Stay in my arms if you dare," His fiancee hugs him, "Or must I imagine you there!"

"Don't walk away from me!" Hobie being more emotional to the song as he sings, "No, don't walk away from me!"

Miles twirls around as their bodies pressed together. Hobie continues to sing to him, "Don't you dare walk away from me! I have nothing, nothing, nothing!"

"Whoa! Go baby!" He cheers his punker on.

"If I don't have you!" Hobie added his own pitches, then dip his fiancee.

"WHOO! Hobie!" His Sunflower squeals at his sudden movement.

Hobie chuckles before he kisses his fiancee before pulling away, "We have six months left till you're my husband."

"Hehehe, six months and five days left, bae. Till your Mr. Morales." Miles smiles at his partner. "Excited?"

"Very!" The two kisses again as their engagement rings continues to sparkle.

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Kick his ass (Part 2) | JJ Maybank x reader

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It’s been a few days since the incident and because of the amount of bruising, you decided to stay inside and hidden away in John B’s house.

“You can’t do that!” You pout, watching JJ lay down multiple uno cards.

“I just did.” He smirks, “uno!”

You groan, tossing your hand of cards on the pile, “You win again.” You mumble under your breath.

“You didn’t think I would go easy on you, did you?” He begins gathering the cards in his hands.

“I mean..” You gently knock the deck of cards out of his hands and crawl over to him, “I figured you’d let your girlfriendwin at least once.”

He hums in response, pulling you on top of him and hands on your hips, “When have I ever gone easy on you?” He leans up a little and brushes his lips against yours, “Just because you’re my girlfriend now, doesn’t automatically mean I’m going to let you win each time.” He slowly moves his lips across your jaw line, “I’m too competitive for that.”

~

He kept his promise to himself. The next night after the incident, he came clean about his feelings. Even if you already knew and vice versa, he knew about yours. But the two of you finally made it official. There was no hiding or pushing away feelings anymore.

“Y/n, the thought of you being with someone else it makes me sick. I want you. I want all of you and I always have.” JJ follows you out of the Chateau, “We can’t keep running away from these feelings!”

You stop and face him, “What if we get together and find out we actually hate each other? Not only would I be losing my boyfriend, but I would be losing my best friend too!”

“I don’t plan on leaving you, y/n. That’s how much I love you and want to be with you.” He closes the gap between the two of you, “I can’t see myself with anyone but you!”

Tears prick your eyes as you stare at the determined blonde in front of you, “JJ…”

He shakes his head, “No. Listen to me.” His hands gently cup your cheeks, eyes focused on yours, “When I see myself standing at the altar, it’s you in a white dress I see walking down the aisle to me. When I see myself becoming a father, it’s you I see standing by my side, holding that baby. I see you and me old and grey sitting on a porch with our grandkids running around the front yard. I see you wiping my ass when I get old.” He chuckles and you let out a heartfelt laugh. He gently wipes a stray tear from your eyes, “I don’t see anyone else. You are the one standing by my side. You are my future, y/n.”

Your head tilts into his hand as you stare up into his piercing blue eyes, “So, this is it, we’re finally going to be together?”

“Finally.” He whispers and his lips meet yours.

~

When your bruises had finally faded, you and the pogues were seated at the Wreck eating lunch when he walked in. JJ was the first to spot him and he immediately tensed up, fist clenched.

“JJ…” You whispered, taking a hold of his hand, “Calm down.”

“I am calm.” He says through clenched teeth.

It’s when he walks up to the bar and glances your way, sending you a wink, that JJ snaps. He’s out of the chair in seconds, sending it sliding back.

“JJ-”

“He’s not worth it, JJ.” Pope tries to reason.

JJ doesn’t see anything but red when he makes his way to your ex.

“What’s up Maybank? I see you’re picking up my scraps?” Your ex smirks, peering passed JJ to you.

JJ doesn’t answer and instead punches him as hard as he can, sending the boy staggering back into his friends.

“JJ!” You gasp.

Your ex laughs darkly, wiping the bit of blood from his nose, “Oh you’re dead, Maybank.” He swings and hits JJ back.

“Not if I don’t kill you first.” JJ tackles your ex, sending them both into a table and it breaks into pieces. It took Pope, John B and another by stander to pull JJ off him. Your ex was left a bloody mess to the point you really didn’t know if he was alive or not.

~

“I can’t believe you did that.” You say wetting a cloth before turning to the injured JJ sitting on the edge of the tub.

“I couldn’t hold back.” He winces as you wipe the blood from his nose.

“You shouldn’t have done that though. You could have got into some serious trouble.”

“Yeah I should have killed him for what he did to you.” He mutters, looking up at you.

You stop your motions and look down at him, “JJ.. don’t talk like that.”

His hands rub the back of your legs, “He hurt you, y/n. I wasn’t going to let him get away with it.”

You sigh and continue cleaning the wounds.

“I was ready to kill him that night it happened. Then you woke up and begged me not to leave you alone. So, it was just a matter of time before it was going to happen.” His hand lifts up to your cheek and he caresses the faded bruise on your cheek with the back of his fingers, “He hurt my girl.” He says softly.

“I wasn’t your girl at the time.”

“You’ve always been my girl, even when someone else called you theirs.”

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mel week: magic / arcana | mel's sorting

The Medardas are wizards of great renown. Most of them attend Durmstrang as few in Noxus take Hogwarts as an institution of magical learning seriously. It’s considered too soft.

“That Heimerdinger is a bloody fool,” Mother’s said on several occasions. “He would rather breed a generation of sentimental, soft-spined idealists than warriors adequately prepared to confront the harsh realities of our world.”

The few that do deign to attend Hogwarts, all make their mark first in Slytherin or Gryffindor. Even Kino, who has just as little interest in following the Medarda legacy as she does, made the cut.

Mel tells herself again and again that she has nothing to be nervous about. She’ll sit down in that old chair; the dusty hat will say something cryptic and announce that she’s Gryffindor-bound and that’ll be the end of it. Still, she cringes a bit when her name is called to come to the front, and her heart clatters in her chest in a way that’s really uncomfortable.

Hm, a heart of courage, to be sure, but still, a spirit of true individuality sits at your core. Brains, beauty and loyalty in you abound, a cunning spirit could make you Slytherin-bound. But no… hidden in there's the yearning for home and hearth, I do believe Hufflepuff is where you’ll make your mark—

Medarda, Mel, Hufflepuff!

I wasn't able to finish anything in time for this prompt so thought I'd just share a snippet of something that may one day be a full Harry Potter AU, who knows. Also wanted to play with one of my sorting canons that Mel is an oppressed Hufflepuff because everyone automatically puts her in Slytherin, and I love Slytherin baes and would read 100k about that re: Mel. BUT it's often the choice for her because some people see her as a character whose only defining traits are cunning, manipulation and borderline villainy. Rather than a character who yearns for family because she was banished from her own, and is deeply receptive to sincerity, love, companionship when it's offered to her from a place of truth even while she's cunning, smart and all the rest of it. Also, her signature colour is GOLD, so hello?!? SHE CONTAINS MULTITUDES! Give me Mel sorted into every house and bonus to send her to Beauxbatons Academy because she'd probably thrive there too, lol.

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[onlyfreds]

TRP Prologue - Welcome to the Story of Y/N L/N

Summary: To others, being princess is living the dream. To Y/N, it’s a living nightmare. But, that was until the day that she received the letter that changed her life and met the people who love her for her true self.

Warning/s: use of the word “damn”

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Anybody else would think that being the first-born Princess is literally living the dream.

Let me tell you, it’s not.

“Y/N, put down the book and head downstairs for the Family portrait.” My mother, Queen Ahnica, snapped as she entered my room.

I sighed, placing a bookmark on the page I was currently reading, “Do we honestly have to do this mother? We already did this last year.”

She glared at me, “Do you always have to ask? Now stop this nonsense and give them a smile when we get down. We don’t want the press giving a bad image, don’t we?”

I mentally rolled my eyes as I followed her out of the room, “Yes mother.”

We headed down to the lounge where the royal photographer, my father (King Michael), and my younger sister (Princess Christel) were waiting for us.

I sat down beside my sister, who gave me a sympathetic smile as she placed her hand on top of mine.

“Don’t worry.” She reassured, “This’ll all be over in a minute.”

And boy did that minute feel like an hour.

When we had finished, Clark, our chief of staff approached us.

“Your highnesses,” he greeted, giving a small bow, “There is someone wanting to see you.”

My mother and father exchanged a confused look, before we followed Clark into the guest lounge.

Standing there was a middle-aged woman, her hair in a tight bun and a stern but gentle look on her face.

“Good day Mr. and Mrs. L/N, or should I say your highnesses.” She said, giving a curtsy,

My father smiled, “Good day Ma’am. What assistance could we offer you?”

The woman chuckled, “My name is McGonagall and I’m just here to give your daughter, Princess Y/N, a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

I looked up at her, meeting her eyes for the first time, “Me?”

My sister looked at me excitedly.

The woman nodded, handing me an envelope with the words, Princess Y/N L/N, Montenaro Palace.

Christel nudged my shoulder, “Go on, open it.” She encouraged.

I opened it and pulled out the letter inside.

Dear Mr/Ms. L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I looked up again at the woman, my parents were both stunned into silence, “Am I really going to learn magic?”

McGongall nodded, “Indeed dear, and at the best wizarding school Britain has to offer.”

“But magic isn’t real.” My mother interjected.

McGonagall brought out a thin, stick and with a small wave of her hand, bubbles erupted from it. She then pointed to a teacup on a nearby table, turning it into a teapot.

“So magic is real?” Christel asked in awe.

McGonagall nodded, “It is.”

I turned to my parents as I gave them a pleading look, “Please mum, dad. Can I go.”

My parents exchanged a silent argument before my father said, “You may go. But if this is some sort of scam. You will regret dragging my daughter into this.”

The woman nodded, “You will regret nothing your highness.”

She then turned to me, “I’ll be meeting up with you next week to get your school supplies.”

As soon as she left, my mother turned to my father, “How could you let her? She’s ten! She should be attending finishing school, not some sort of magic school with a bunch of idiots!”

My father sighed, “We’ve taught her everything that she could be taught in finishing school ever since she was five. She’ll be fine.”

--

When September first rolled around, McGonagall brought me to King’s Cross Station and she had instructed me how to board on to Platform 9 and 3/4. Thankfully, I was able to leave before my parents realized that I was wearing “normal” clothes. Because if they did, I would’ve received a full lecture about maintaining an image for the press.

To be honest, jeans and a shirt were a lot more comfortable than a corset and a gown.

At first, I thought it was absurd. But after seeing the serious look on her face, I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and run into the barrier in between Platforms 9 and 10.

I closed my eyes, braced myself for impact. But a cold chill came over me before I heard the chatter of a lively crowd, I opened my eyes, seeing a red and black train with a sign that said, Hogwarts Express.

A hopped onto the train, looking for a spare compartment. I didn’t expect anyone to recognize me as the princess, and I wish they wouldn’t.

I found a compartment that was occupied by two identical looking gingers.

I gently knocked on the compartment door, sliding it open a bit before asking, “Excuse me, but is it okay if I sat here? Everywhere else was full.”

One of them nodded, “Of course you may. I’m George by the way.” He said, offering his hand with I shook, giving him a small smile.

He then nodded to the boy sitting opposite of him, “That’s my twin brother, Fred.”

Fred stared at me, his mouth slightly agape, “Bloody hell, you’re gorgeous.”

I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks heat up as Fred was snapped out of his trance by George laughing.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized, grinning sheepishly.

I giggled, “It’s fine.”

The three of us bonded over the train ride and became fast friends.

Despite the fact that Fred and George were identical twins, I had absolutely no trouble telling them apart, though something about Fred made my heart race a bit faster and the butterflies to rise up to my stomach.

--

It’s been three years since I first met the twins. I was now in my fourth year at Hogwarts.

Before I headed down to the Great Hall for Lunch, I adjusted the necklace I was wearing.

Once I arrived, I immediately slipped into the seat between the twins.

Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice, looking up from her book, “Where did you get that?”

I looked at her, slightly confused, “Where did I get what?”

“That necklace.”

I looked down and realized that I wasn’t able to hide my necklace in my blouse properly.

“My mum gave it to me.” I managed to stutter out.

“Why? What’s wrong with her necklace?” Ginny asked, “It seems alright to me.”

Everyone in our group was watching me and Hermione, obviously interested in the exchange.

“Well, it’s not just any necklace.” Hermione stated, “There’s only one necklace like that.”

Fred chuckled, “Hermione, I’m sure that necklace is one of billions.”

“No.” She insisted, “There is only one necklace like that and it belongs to the first-born princess of Montenaro.”

She stared at me intently, I could almost see the gears turning in her brain. Besides, she was called the “brightest witch of her age” for a reason.

“Oh Godric!” She gasped and I knew she had come to her conclusion, “What was your last name again?” She asked.

I sighed, “L/N.”

“How did I not notice it before?” She said, most likely to herself, “It makes so much sense now.”

“Hermione, not all of us are geniuses here. So, mind catching us up on what exactly makes sense?” Harry joked.

“The reason why Y/N has that necklace, even though it’s super rare, is because she is the first-born princess of Montenaro. She’s part of the L/N family, she’s basically royalty.” Hermione explained excitedly.

The group looked at me for confirmation.

“Is it true love?” Fred asked softly, “You’re a princess?”

I nodded, letting out a quiet, “yes.”

Everyone was dead silent; you would have thought that someone had just dropped dead in front of us.

Angelina was the first one to break the silence, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

I sighed, “I didn’t want you guys to treat me differently. Because when your royalty and others see you, all people can think about is: she’s the princess, she’s next in line for the throne. And being princess, I’m never free. Every decision is made for me, every word, every moved has to be supervised because there’s always some sort of protocol that’s against it. You guys love me and care about me not because I’m the princess. But because you see the real me. You don’t see me as ‘Princess Y/N’, you guys see me as just Y/N.”

I felt Fred hold my hand under the table as I continued, “Here, I am able to be myself, without having to worry about the damn rules or the press. That’s why I spend every holiday I could at the Burrow. Because I like being free. Because I’ve felt more at home there that when I’ve spent a portion of my life at the palace. That’s why I kept my identity a secret. I feared that when you guys learned the truth, you would treat me differently.”

Fred and George encased me in a “Weasley twin hug” as the former kissed the top of my head.

“We’ll always love you darling.” He whispered, “Whether you’re royalty or not.”

I smiled, “Really? You’re not mad that I kept all of this a secret?”

George chuckled, “Of course we’re not.”

“Fred’s right. To us, your being a princess is just a title, but what matters is the side of Y/N that you want to show us.” Ginny added.

I laughed as all of them wrapped me in a group hug, “What did I do to deserve friends like you guys.”

Fred laughed, running a hand through my hair, “What did we do to deserve being friends with an actual princess?”

“Way to ruin the moment, Freddie!”

“Did you have to bring it up now?”

The rest of the group chimed as they playfully scolded Fred.

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Can you write for irene? When fem reader girlfriend runs away from her?

This is the best I could come up with. I hope you enjoy, feel free to give feedback!

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She's a keeper

I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop it. I had to run away from my girlfriend. I ran away from something that once nurtured and comforted me.

I ran away from irene.

She's just been off lately and it's scared me. I've tried to have civil conversations with her but she always avoids the main point. Every time I go to confront her she dodges it like it's some stray bullet.

I can feel my heart, heavy like molten iron as I walk the streets alone. 

As much as I miss those times, the ones where I'd hold her hand all the way through it, I must push on…

Just this time, I'm helping myself.

It was just this morning when it all happened, the yelling, the accusations.. the argument. I could tell something was coming, she was extremely odd a few weeks ago. Guess she finally stood up to confront me.

It was all fine the night before, so what happened in those six eventful hours? How did she flip a switch and do a 360? Bae Irene is one mysterious woman but nothing can compare to the secrets she's been keeping from me.

"Y/n, what is this?" Irene murmurs, smiling sadly at the sly news paper in her hands. They've caught me doing something, dispatch have clearly got something to pin against me. Those sly bastards.

She hurriedly hands me the paper, a picture of myself holding someone's hand in the middle of a field. Our faces are just about visible, well mine is at least.

The massive bold words 'caught in a scandal' are printed at the top, "Is this what I get after committing to this relationship, to us?" 

"I-Irene I-"

"No y/n, you're clearly just not devoting enough of your time to me, nor our love. How could I have your love if someone else already has it?" Her voice comes out unstable yet fierce.

"You don't know the whole story" I try to squeeze in between her rushed comments that just seem to fly out of her mouth, one after another.

"I clearly don't need it, that picture, that article, it says it all for me. It saves you from speaking" 

"That article is fake! When have dispatch ever caught anything true!"

"Often y/n, bloody often" her chest heaves up and down as her rough breaths are dragged out of her mouth.

"I don't want this, nor do I need this right now" she pauses, and looks down at me, her eyes gleaming with a glass lake of salty water.

Before she can even go any further she breaks down, a perfect machine that's malfunctioned.. malfunctioned real bad.

I know it's stupid and irresponsible, but my instincts were telling me to run. And so I did..

And now I'm here, sitting at a window with Jisoo asleep on my right shoulder, staring at the drenched streets as the rain surges down like an endless storm. The weather represents my thoughts right now, all gloomy.

I did the right thing. I'm giving her space and time… that's what she was going to ask for, I could see it in her eyes..

I'm thankful to have friends like jisoo and Lisa, I'd be lost without them two caring crackheads.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Lisa's voice travels to my ears. She's standing at the door, a drink in her hand.

"Yeah, I'll text her at some point…"

"This is how your past three relationships ended. I like this one, please don't screw this up, Irene is perfect for you… promise you'll fix things y/n.. please?"

I look into Lisa's soft eyes, directing all my attention to her.

"Thank you Lisa, but I have to think about it. And so does Irene. I'd have to know if she'll forgive me first" I sigh out loud.

"But it was just me, you and Jisoo out on a nice day out! Jisoo had only ran off!"

"Lisa, you were scared. You're scared of jisoo and only God knows why"

"No I was not!" Lisa gets all defensive "either way, at the end of the day, I need you to talk to her. Irene is the best you'll ever get-"

"Ouch-"

"No offence, but you know it's true. It's not everyday that you find out some super famous idol like yourself has feelings for you, romantic ones at that.. and definitely someone that is that beautiful" Lisa pauses and smiles.

"She's a keeper, don't let go of her now y/n"

"Yeah, you're right this time Lisa.. no offence-" Lisa punches my shoulder, taking a seat beside me to watch the endless rain.

"How's jisoo, she's really passed out" Lisa asks, leaning forwards to get a better look at her roommate, who's STILL asleep on me.

"As heavy as ever" I joke, not minding the light pressure on my side. I listen to Lisa chuckle. 

"Mhm, I know how that feels. She's constantly on my back, wanting to fly like some annoying mosquito" I laugh, keeping the volume down.

"Yeah, but it's funny so~" Lisa rolls her eyes.

I fell asleep right after that. This morning Lisa kicked me out, refusing to allow me to stay there any longer. 

She's pushing me towards Irene, towards our next encounter. 

I can understand Lisa, she does act like I'm her little sister anyways, but I can't go back. I'd lie as much as I'd need to inorder to stay away from her, at least for now.

I still have the image of her crying face engraved into my mind and it breaks my heart everytime I think back to it.

If I go back right now, it's only going to cause more destruction than healing. I may seem like a coward but I'm doing something smart.. I think.

"Y/n will call you.. trust me" Joy smiles at me warmly, gripping onto my shoulder.

"Yeah she will!" Yeri cheerfully yells, throwing her fists into the air.

"No, no she won't, I know y/n. There's no way she's coming back for me. I yelled at her without knowing everything I needed to know. I misjudged her and her day to day life"

"Calm down, don't go too hard on yourself. Your our leader and since you take care of us, we'll do the same for you.. right girls?" Wendy smiles as everyone chimes in with positive comments to lift my mood.

"I guess..?"

"Don't even worry, before you even know it, y/n will be back here and everything will go back to normal. I'm sure there's some reasonable explanation for all of this" seulgi smiles warmly, her chin in her palm.

I'm lucky to have been put in this group with these girls, they mean so much to me. They make everything out of nothing and have their way all the time.

"Care for some mysterious SM water?" Yeri jokes, making us all crack a laugh.

"Of course I would, it's a literal potion" she hands me the cup filled with water.

"Shhh, people could be listening. We can't reveal anything about it, not now, not ever" Wendy hushes me, trying to keep it a secret.

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