#I had a dream I rekindled a relationship with an old friend

[pettypartypooper]

!bang chan fic recommendation

part 2¡

bang chan fic recommendation list part 1

other members fic recommendation lists

s = smut , f = fluff , a = angst

hyunjin + chan & squirting [s] by @comet-falls

drabble [s] by @stvckwithaphobia 

drabble ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by stvckwithaphobia

safe [s] by @subskz

word count: 4.9k

drabble [s] by @sluttywonwoo

host requested: chris bang from one night at the back door series [s] by @cb97percent

word count: 8.2k

angel pussy [s] by @lixiektty

word count: 1.3k

drabble [s] by @hardstraykidshours

drabble [s] by hardstraykidshours

that was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again… [s] by @whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan

word count: 1.3k

summary: channie’s room is live, but you’re bored in the bedroom. good thing he’s already looking at his phone

sunshine and sundress [s] by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

summary: there's just something about the sight of you in a sundress that makes chris lose all of his self-restraint

rainy days [s] by @es-kay-zee

word count: 0.9k

chan + face sitting [s] by @lix-ables

the neighbour [s] by @slightlymore

word count: 14k

be that guy [a,s] by @daizymax

word count: 7k

forgot something? [s] by @writerracha

word count: 1.4k

#3 [s] by @linorachas

insomnia series + lee know [a,s,f] by @j-0ne25

total word count: 64.9k

series summary: another failed attempt of getting into a serious relationship leads you to an unlikely agreement with your roommate. but that’s only the beginning of the real chaos…

I think I like you - i was always alone until you came along [s] by @straylightdream

word count: 10.4k

crying over you - drowning in my tears in my room [a,f] by straylightdream

word count: 1k

good boy [s] by @smoonjis​

call me [s] by @seo--changbin

word count: 2k

summary: jealousy? pft. chan never gets jealous, he believes. but when hyunjin never seems to get the message that you're taken already, chan puts the matter into his own hands, giving hyunjin a reminder he surely wouldn't forget

hyung will teach you (bang chan, yang jeongin) [s] by seo--changbin

word count: 4.5k

"go harder for round two?" [s] by @chanshoesunite

word count: 1k

day 27 ♡ chan/seungmin [s] by @ballelino​ (as a part of kinktober series)

word count: 2.5k

summary: chan lets seungmin have his way with you

HAVEN. [s,f] by @seospicybin

word count: 8.7k

summary: as an old friend of him, bangchan offered you to stay in his apartment for a week for work and to rekindle the sparks you once had for each other

double take ft bang chan, yang jeongin [s] by @seospicybin

between (bang chan, lee know) [s] by @tasteleeknow

word count: 5k

summary: your two roommates are your best friends in the world. you’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. queue tension and smut with feelings

sweet [s] by tasteleeknow

word count: 4.1k

get spotlight (bang chan, seo changbin, han jisung) [s] by @hwajin

word count: 3.8k

mangata [s,f] by hwajin

five-point star [s,a,f] by @therhythmafterthesummer

word count: 6k

summary: with a career like yours, you knew you shouldn’t let yourself fall in love. but honestly, in retrospect, there was no way you wouldn’t have fallen in love with chris. after meeting him, you couldn’t help but hope that he’d be the last person you fell this deeply for–maybe foolishly so…

6:55 pm [s] @bbyquokka

word count: 1.4k

slumber party [s] by @lalal-99

word count: 9k

summary: chan, ash, y/n. the perfect trio. spending so much time together, people usually mistook you for a throuple. not that you were complaining. your best friends were hot, your past sexual encounters with each of them the subject of most of your dreams. all it takes is one fateful night and a bunch of tequila to finally make that dream a reality

hotline ft bang chan, lee minho, han jisung [s] by @planet-dusk​

word count: 1.5k

summary: “not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum”

really f**king like you [s,a] by @jl-micasea-fics

word count: 10.7k

summary: tinder matched and subsequently ghosted by the hot guy that lives across from you, you’re mostly resigned to singleton life, dejected and somewhat fed up. that is, until a screwed up delivery turns things around, in the most unexpected of ways

the first first date [s] by jl-micasea-fics

word count: 5k

summary: a dinner date, a single dad, an almost certainly taboo relationship. a brazen, explicit proposition whispered amongst oblivious teachers and occupied parents. honestly? you never stood a chance of resisting

west side ft bang chan, lee miho [s] by @setsugekka

word count: 6.5k

summary: a very special valentines with your two boyfriends

bang chan fic recommendation list part 1

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[smartycvnt]

True Love

Title: True Love

Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader

Word Count: 767

Randy cackled as he watched a couple of his friends get into a shoving match. Everybody was stuck in some small town because of road work, so Y/n was forced to spend the night in the hotel bar with everybody else. Her roommate for the night had brought someone up to the room and had demanded complete privacy. That meant, Y/n was stuck there until her roommate came down for the night, if she did.

The clock was nearing midnight, and there were no signs that she would come down anytime soon. Y/n didn't want to sleep in the lobby, but it was looking that way. She doubted that Randy would be willing to let her crash with him for the night. He hadn't been in a very giving mood since losing his title.

"You're up late." Y/n grimaced at the sound of a familiarly slurred voice next to her. "Get the sex boot too?"

"Yep," Y/n said as she avoided making eye contact. Randy would absolutely kill Wade if he caught him talking to Y/n. They had been friendly until Wade started hitting on Y/n, asking to rekindle their old relationship. Randy hadn't openly come out and admitted his feelings for Y/n, but he had gotten himself a pretty lengthy suspension for his behavior.

"You can stay in my room if you'd like," Wade offered. Y/n kept her head down as she picked at the label of her drink. "Come on baby, look at me."

"Maybe she would if you didn't look like a damn caveman," Randy said as he slid up next to Y/n. Wade scowled at him as the two men had a staredown over Y/n's head. "Are you tired baby? Come on, I'll take you back to my room. Cody and Ted are gonna be awhile."

"Night Wade," Y/n muttered as Randy pulled her away. Randy made a show of sticking his hand onto Y/n's ass as they walked away for Wade to see. "You're an asshole."

"I hope there's a but coming."

"But I love you," Y/n added. Randy beamed at her words, his guard obviously a bit down from the drinks. Y/n stepped into the elevator and waited for Randy to join her and press the button. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet, but thank you for offering." Randy was smiling like he had just said the funniest thing in the world. Y/n leaned back against the wall as she rolled her eyes at him. She didn't understand how he could go from being the most suave man she had ever met to that dork. It was only bound to get worse the more comfortable that they got around each other, but Y/n was looking forward to seeing the real Randy. She knew that so much of his personality was a facade that was just waiting for the right person to drop around. She knew that he could be the man of her dreams if he stopped trying to be cool for everybody else.

"Just get over here please," Y/n said. Randy hopped into the elevator and stared at the buttons expectantly. "I don't know what floor you're on."

"Oh right. Right." Randy pressed the button and then immediately started jumping up and down. Y/n knew what he was trying to do, but she doubted that he'd succeed in it. It was whenever he got his group of merry idiots to join in that she ever really got worried. Randy could be a little destructive on his own, but it was so much worse with Ted, Cody, and the others.

"I'm pretty tired. Will you carry me to the room?" Y/n asked. She had expected Randy to make some stupid quip, but instead he just scooped her into his arms. He carried her down the hall in his arms bridal style. Y/n's arms clung around his neck, opposite to the side where she had buried her face. Randy carried her all the way into the room and over to the bed, where he dumped her somewhat clumsily onto the mattress.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower. You don't have to be sexy when I get back, Ted took the last of the condoms." Randy had spoken so seriously that all Y/n could do until he was gone was nod. Once she was alone, she busted out laughing. Randy could be a lot of things, but at least he was smart enough not to press Y/n for anything without protection.

#one shot #wwe #wwe x reader #my writing #randy orton x reader #randy orton

[trashmouth-richie]

Series summary: Hawkins Annual Halloween Festival is in town, and this year you and your friends were lucky enough to work the event. But when some of your co-workers are missing, and a trail of blood leads to the woods behind the festival. Your friends work together to find out what’s going on. A killer is on the loose but who could it be? Or is it the town’s spooky secret of what really happened at Hawkins Lab?

ch 2: A SCREAM AND A SLICE

ch 3: THE ROCKSTAR AND THE RED LIGHTS

ch 4: FAMILY VALUES

series trigger warnings: blood, character death, murder, smut, p in v, drinking & smoking pot, themes of misuse of prescription pills, character killer, stranger things canon events, light mentions of domestic abuse, neglect, etc.

BUY TICKETS

PROMO FLYER

part 1 summary: a movie night with friends ends with a very scared Nancy and you and your best friend getting high in your room, when the lights flicker across town— you + Eddie brush it off as nothing— because Hawkins Indiana has always been a little strange.

FLICKER

The popcorn bowl in your lap is nearly empty, only brown kernels left to shift noisily as Eddie’s hand scrapes around the bowl in chase of one last piece of the buttery snack.

Your eyes are glued to the screen, breath hitched in your throat as you watch Michael Myers stalk down the street. Even though you’ve seen it a dozen times, it still gets to you. Something about the rubbery, expressionless mask he dons as he chases and slashes through people's skin just rubs you the wrong way. 

“Ohhh fuck!” Eddie gleams, Michael’s knife cutting through Annie’s throat, “did ya see that?!”

“Trying not to,” Nancy muffles, her face buried into the broad shoulder of Steve, small hand clasped around her eyes, Steve’s arms pulling her closer into him.  

Movie nights in the Wheeler basement were a typical Friday for your group of friends. Something that you weren’t sure would continue to happen after you, Eddie and Steve graduated this past May. Being waitlisted for your dream school put your endeavors on hold and neither one of them had any grand plans of leaving Hawkins, especially since Steve and Nancy had rekindled their on-again-off-again relationship. 

Currently they were on again, and dipping into near pornography whenever they thought no one was watching or listening.

“I gotcha,” Steve purred into Nancy’s mouse brown hair, rubbing her back, “c’mon Munson, turn this shit off.”

“No!” You and Eddie both say at once. 

He smirks at you. The same dimpled closed mouth grin he had given you since you were thirteen years old. He clears his throat, “It’s almost over anyway.”

Eddie’s love for movies and music came at a young age. Anything to keep his mind busy while his parent’s fought. Anything to keep the noise of the screen door slapping shut as his mom fled their trailer again, his dad hot on her heels and swinging a fist through the dark night trying to make contact. Anything to drown out the noise and squeal of her tires kicking up rocks and dead grass against the aluminum trailer as she sped away, this time for the last time— without him.

He was your friend before his mom had left and any of that had started, and he had spent more nights sleeping on your couch than he had his own bed. You were comfortable with Eddie in ways that girls shouldn’t be with their best friends who were boys. But you could care less. It was always, and forever would be, platonic between you and Eddie Munson. 

Reaching over the laps of both Eddie and Steve, you tug Nancy’s shirt until she peeks over Steve’s collar. You mouth bathroom? And she nods, getting up and following you, trying not to trip over a very drunk Robin or passed out Johnathan. 

The light in the bathroom does absolutely nothing for Nancy’s complexion, playing on the peaked look of her skin and illuminating dark circles under her eyes that you normally had not seen. She sits on the sink and holds her arms against her chest as you finish up, washing your hands next to her. 

“How can you guys watch that stuff?” She half whispers and sniffs, rubbing a petite hand under her red nose. 

Drying your hands, you shrug, hanging the towel back up on the hook, looking back at your reflection and fixing your smudged eyeliner,  “it’s just a movie Nance,” you say to her through the mirror, “besides, the possibility of something like that happening in Hawkins, are pretty damn slim.”

She shakes her head of ill thoughts, “yeah, o-‘f course, I just,” a chill runs through her, tickling her spine and making her skin goosebump, “the thought of it is… scary.���

“I think that’s the whole point.”

Opening the door, Steve audibly gasps at the next jump scare, and Eddie claps along hooting and hollering as Michael’s next victim joins the dead. 

“I hate Halloween,”she mutters to herself, hopping down from the sink following you out to your friends. 

-

Nancy spent the remainder of the movie with a lamp on, reading over her English paper for Mrs. Click’s class that was due in a few weeks, huffing in disapproval at either the movie or her paper you weren’t sure. 

Robin wedges her way onto the couch with the four of you, whisper yelling about how stupid the characters are and how none of it makes any sense. 

“You’re ruining it Buckley, shh!” Eddie says, placing a ringed hand over her mouth. And you can’t help but laugh at them both. 

Robin licked the flat of his palm, her signature move, and Eddie squealed in disgust, “fucks sake Robin.” 

“Aww,” Robin says, squeezing his cheeks with her long chip painted fingers, “don’t be jealous Eddie-bear.. you probably won’t know this but that smell is puss— ow!”

Your elbow digs into her ribs, “shh!” you sneer, 

The ending credits roll and Eddie’s on his feet, ejecting the tape and slotting it into the paper protector. “Who’s up for the second one?”

He groans when the entire room yells no. Pouting and shoving the tape into his backpack. “What about you Byers?” he asks, kicking Jonathan’s leg to bring him back to life. 

“Huh?” he asks through a yawn, rubbing his shocking red eyes, “nah man I’m cool, need to get home, mom is working late and Will’s by himself.” 

He tosses the pillow he was using into the arm chair and trudges up the steps, saying see ya laters and thanks as he leaves. 

Eddie shoots you a wink and you stand reaching for the blankets you were cuddling with and fold them neatly onto the couch. 

Robin stumbles up the stairs behind Jonathan, trying to score a ride so she doesn't have to walk the three blocks to her place completely drunk. 

Steve pulls Nancy in his lap. She’s whispering to him with tears brimming her bright blue eyes, but you can’t hear what she’s saying.

“Yeah, c’mon” he whispers against her hairline, holding her up so they can both stand, “still have your toothbrush at mine… hey, we’re going to my place,” he announces to you and Eddie, just turn the lights off and we’ll see you tomorrow for opening day right?”

The Annual Hawkins Halloween Carnival was in town, and after two years of working the county fair in Roane County, you had all been asked to work at the carnival this fall. 

The carnival schedule was the weekend before Halloween to the weekend of Halloween. 

Seven days of thrills and chills. Pumpkin carving, face painting, a corn maze that seemed to go for miles, the best food in the Midwest, and finally the usual carnival rides with a sick twist of Halloween themed frights. 

Orientation was last week Saturday and Sunday a grueling 7am-7pm both days. Mr. Creel went over expectations and rules for you as staff to follow. 

It seemed easy enough. You and Eddie were put on rides just like you had been all summer. Nancy and Argyle were in charge of games, Tina and one of her cheerleader friends were doing the pumpkin carving. 

Steve and Robin would be set up in a small booth sponsored by Scoops Ahoy from morning until 5 pm, later taking over on rides for Eddie while he and Corroded Coffin made their debut on stage at night. 

 Steve was still pissed that they were insistent on him wearing the blue sailor uniform, even though the mall burned down last July— they managed to have Mrs. Sinclair sew the outfit for him.  

Jonathan would help Argyle and Nancy with the nickel and dime games, ones designed to have parents shell out pockets of change to have their kids possibly win a stuffed animal that wasn’t even worth an entire dollar. 

Billy Hargrove— who you were certain fled town after the mall fire, was apparently still in Hawkins and now in charge of the haunted hay ride at night and the corn maze during the day. 

Him and Eddie used to be close during his senior year, but it all fell apart and you weren’t really sure why. When you asked, Eddie would shrug it off, claiming he had changed after graduation, and that was that. 

You were surprised that the staff was minimal even though the festival was bigger and had more events going on than the summer carnival did, but you didn’t want to jinx your chances of working for it next year. Rumor was, Creel paid double for the Halloween event, Eddie called it the chance of a lifetime, and you knew it’d  be stupid to mess it up by asking questions. 

-

“Thanks for letting me stay again,” Eddie mumbles after you toss him the sleeping bag from your closet, “didn’t know he’d be home tonight.” 

After you had drove home from Nancy’s you had barely gotten into your room when your phone rang, it was Eddie and he was at the payphone outside of Benny’s. 

It’s me, can I stay over?

you didn’t think twice, telling Eddie yes and hanging up the phone. 

His dad had been released from county two weeks ago after Eddie finally scraped enough bail money together to get him out. He swore this was the last time he’d do it but you knew better than that.

Eddie was a lot of things but he wouldn’t let his dad rot in some cell. Even though he deserved every single second of being there. 

Al Munson had been in and out of jail since you could remember, petty crimes this and grand theft auto that. He was hardly a stable male figure for Eddie. 

But to the doe eyed boy with brown curly hair— Al hung the moon. 

It nearly killed Wayne Munson to see Eddie stick up for his old man, but he still offered his home to Al whenever he came through town on his next stunt, bleeding Eddie’s pockets dry and taking every emotional spark left in him when he tore out of the driveway, just before the blue and red lights could follow.

“Don’t worry about it,” you shrug tossing him one of your pillows, “you know you’re more than welcome here, anytime.” 

Even though your parents hated the idea, you moved into the old apartments across town the week after graduation. Full of naive wonder and wanting some privacy you worked all the hours you could between Meldvald’s and Bradley’s Big Buy, earning just enough to have a couple hundred dollars left to go into savings after rent. 

The faucets leaked, the paint was chipping and probably poisonous, the front door didn’t even lock properly, but you could care less: it was freedom.

Eddie grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it over his head, revealing his tattooed chest and silver bar nipples, wincing when his shirt grazes the new piercing. His curls tickling his shoulders. 

“I know,” he grunts, unclasping his belt and chain from his jeans, tossing them to the floor beside his makeshift bed, “I just worry one day you’ll get sick of pitying the Munson charity case all the time.” 

He scoffs when you throw a pillow at him, “what I’m serious!”

“Knock it off, Bam Bam, you’re my best friend, I’m never getting sick of you.”

“oh Christ, listen—” he began, shaking his head in disgust and holding up a ringed hand to stop you, “this game only goes one way, babe, and that’s me calling you the same name I have since we were six.” 

You roll your eyes, a sudden heat to your cheeks that lately was becoming more and more prevalent each time Eddie used your nickname or an endearing name someone would use for a girlfriend. 

But that was just how Eddie was, he even called Ms. O’Donnell “honey” once to ace a test but all he got was a big fat ‘F’ and a week’s worth of detentions.  

Eddie reaches into his pocket for the plastic film, “besides, you only keep me around because you can smoke for free,” he says, presenting the pre-rolled joints and his trusty zippo. 

“Ooh, and he brings gifts? you shouldn’t have,” you mock in a terrible accent, fanning yourself with your hand as if you were a true southern bell, “it's not even my birthday, mister.” 

Eddie gets into the bit, sitting cross legged on your bed and dumping the contents of the bag onto your comforter, the skin of your knees touching, “well it’s not every day a lonely feller like me comes across a lady lookin’ as fine as you.”

Giggling he licks the end of the paper to seal it tight and you lick your own lips in greedy anticipation. You loved movie nights with all your friends, but there was always something special about being alone with Eddie. 

It was calming, but maybe it was just having him around that made the stress of bills and everything else just fade away. He had that special way about him. 

Holding the joint and lighter up for you his eyes locked with yours, and you swore his cheeks went pink, “ladies first, princess.” 

—-

Across town, Steve was spending the evening with his lips on Nancy’s neck, huffing when she gasps when the bed creaks from his movement. 

“Sorry— I’m still a little freaked out.”

Steve brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, “there’s nothing to worry about honey— I promise, I’ll keep you safe. You know that right?”

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. “I-I know that, I’m— it’s just this time of year that always gives me the creeps.” 

Nancy Wheeler had gained minor popularity when she struck the fancy of the king of Hawkins High. She wasn’t used to it, finding the glory of being Steve’s girlfriend suffocating. 

“Well I’ve got somethin that isn’t creepy,” he coos into the shell of her ear, “in fact, you always seem to like it.”  

“Steve..”

He shushes her with his lips, and like she always did, Nancy found herself giving in to him. 

—

Fingers twirled between the bouncy rings of a telephone cord, Robin waited patiently— well as patiently as she could— for Vickie to pick up. 

Their relationship was secretive, only her closest friends knew of Vickie and Vickie didn’t tell a single soul about the nights spent tangled in the corn powder blue sheets with the pretty freckled faced clarinet player. 

They had a system. Vickie dealt the cards and made the rules, while Robin had a hand of jokers and mismatched suits, only she didn’t—couldn’t— see it for what it was. 

The phone rang and rang, and would continue to ring. Hard to answer the phone when you’re too busy being pressed into the mattress with your feet on your boyfriend's shoulders. 

—

“Yeah mom, I’m home now.” Jonathan answered annoyingly into the phone, “… W—No he’s asleep.. I’m sure he did… yeah, fine..I’ll go check.” 

The phone would have stretched easily into the small bathroom down the hallway of the Byers’ home so he could check that Will had taken his nightly medication, but instead he let the phone slap against the floor in a clankety thud. 

Jonathan Byers had been the man of the house since his dad left in seventh grade. He cooked, he did the laundry, and worked part time wherever he could. His mom was barely able to keep it together since Lonnie had left. And most days, she couldn’t. Somehow the last year she had gotten worse. 

She was rail thin, and never ate a thing. Absent minded. Constantly writing things out and scribbling nonsense onto scraps of paper. Strewn across the living room, the kitchen, any surface available. 

She was always worrying if Will would be okay, but never reciprocating that same kind of love and care to Jonathan. 

Joyce Byers loved her boys equally, but the youngest was given more attention, maybe it was because he was her last baby, or possibly because his father had rarely ever acknowledged his existence. Still, the relationship between mother and son was broken off, string rolling in on itself when it came to Jonathan. 

The pills in the slot marked ‘friday’ were gone, just like Jonathan knew they would be. His brother took his medications religiously, never ever skippinga day, he had it clocked down to the hour,  minute, and second— the same time every single day. 

A routine he had since last year. 

Jonathan looks back at his gaunt expression when he shuts the medicine cabinet, smiling fake and toothy, taking the usual freebie from the hoard of pills his mother was prescribed but never took. 

His lips under the faucet he swallows the white oval pill down. 

Will wasn’t the only one with his own pill routine. 

—

“Eddie, turn the lights off already it’s fuckin 2 am,” 

Without fully waking you throw a pillow down to where he was laying, it wasn’t unusual for him to get high and pass out with the lights still on, but it was annoying beyond belief. 

A muffled groan is heard from beneath the tossed pillow before Eddie wrestled it from his face, “the fuck are you throwing shit at me for?” 

“you left the lights on again.”

Head on a swivel Eddie looks from you, to the ceiling to the switch, “open your eyes Helen Keller, they’re not on.”

the sting of light is still shining bright in your face and when you peel your eyes open you see that he wasn’t lying. Your room was dark, but the street lamp was glowing brighter than usual.  

Your toes curl around the plush fibers of your rug and you pull the cord to open the blinds. Eddie’s weight shifts onto your mattress as a loud yawn escapes his lips, followed by a scratching noise that you’re hoping is his nails against his skull instead of his balls. 

“what the fuck?”

The street lamps up and down your street were buzzing and glowing in an emberred haze. The glow of yellow was straining brighter than could be deemed possible and it was pulsing with an ominous flicker. 

You were tantalized by it’s beauty, like a moth to a flame hypnotized by the menacing doom— you couldn’t look away, and for a split second the welcoming sunshine of the lamp turned blood red, a warning of terror before being blown to bits and shattering to the ground below. 

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie jumps behind your shoulder, “what the hell was that, you saw it right?”

You definitely had, it’s illuminating shadow still glowed bright when you blinked your eyes. You have heard of electric surges, currants going hot when wires were overloaded. But flickering like that then burning red before burning out? It was almost like a fallacy, something Eddie probably would have made up for Hellfire, it simply couldn’t have been true. 

You rubbed at your eyes like a tired child, “told you that second joint smelled funny,” you said sitting on your knees facing him and shoving his shoulder, a look of shock on his face.

He scoffs and shoves your shoulder back, rolling his eyes playfully, “it’s a new strain Rick concocted himself, red…red somethin’…” he lays partly on the bed and stretches his body to the floor fumbling into his jeans pocket in search of the cellophane plastic of the baggy. 

“Ah, here,” he says, shoving the bag into your hand, your thumb rubs over the black sharpie written in boy chicken scratch hand writing.

You read it the same time Eddie says it. 

“Redrum.” 

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♡ part 2: A SLICE & A SCREAM ♡

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[fleurlia]

pairing; seunghan x idol reader

genre; angst, kinda fluff, lovers to exes

note; i hope you guys like this! riize has been really on my mind lately, and it was fun writing about them. i think i'll continue if you enjoy it;

your biggest dream was to debut as an idol. it always had been.

and when you finally made at the age seventeen and after some time of relentless work and effort, you could hear the words "congratulations, you did it" and then make your debut alongside your four closest friends. you felt complete, nothing in the world could take away what you now had.

although you were not paid enough for the hours of effort and the amount you did and all the other thousands of negative points, you never felt so happy in your short life and that was enough for you. the sensation of stepping onto the stage once more always rekindled a sense of fulfillment, filling a void you didn't even realize existed.

the first year was magical, creating a bond with your new four best friends who had essentially become an integral part of your family, revived something within you. the amount of trips, especially for someone who had never left the city, the absurd love that you received from the fans. all the experiences that you might remember for the rest of your life had been in that first year as the main vocalist of your group.

you never experienced emptiness like before; everything was consistently whole and fulfilling. even the various roles and positions you held within the group occupied a significant space within you.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan.

it was obvious that you would fall for him, who wouldn't?

it was like blinking, natural and predictable. you remembered the feeling of simply looking at him and thinking "it's him", nothing like love at first sight or that you were destined to be together – although seunghan sometimes swore to you that you had been made molded for each other. the feeling of falling in love with him was like sleeping and waking up, you didn't notice or remember how you slept but as soon as you opened your eyes in the morning you knew you had slept. you knew you loved seunghan.

your relationship lasted two years. you would remember these years fondly for the rest of your existence.

from his contagious laughter and humor to his sweet voice singing for you to rest in his arms as you both slept. your relationship was filled with love, passion and missing each other, you spent some time in the united states promoting your group and seunghan was preparing for riize's debut since the first months of dating. you more than anyone else hoped for the day he would be on stage with all eyes on him.

the void that was once filled only by stages and fans now also welcomed you with open arms every day as you returned home.

everything started to go wrong just before the group's debut. pictures of seunghan with an old girlfriend began to be uploaded on the internet a few weeks before the official debut day. you knew him, you would recognize his laugh amid thousands, knew exactly what displeased him and even the way he sneezed, so it was obvious that you knew about it and it was never something to bother you because when you two met you were almost adults.

that was the first ugly fight you had, you had never seen him so upset and nervous before that day. you had a stable career, SM had given a preview of your debut as an actress that year and would officially debut you in your fourth year with the group in a drama as the protagonist, you were extremely popular in the eyes of everyone and seunghan was not, he was far from it and would need to try hard to fix the situation, even though it was not a mistake.

you should have broken up, you and him knew that, but it didn't happen. you still don't know how but after practically begging your manager and him compassionately trying to resolve it, your relationship was 'forgotten' and the concern was turned to how to fix the situation.

and then seunghan finally debuted, it was one of the happiest days for both of you and despite all the confusion, the eyes really turned to him. now both shared that feeling of affection to the stage and fans, and at the end of the day returned to each other's arms.

everything seemed fine, but you knew it wasn't deep down, it seemed like a countdown to something neither of you could avoid. around him, he never seemed worried and nervous, always maintaining his sweet smile and calmly passionate eyes for you, but sometimes you could see how he drifted into a worried expression. it was a matter of two months until you broke up.

you didn't see that coming, you never would have.

you had been called to one of those meetings by your manager, it was nothing new. there was always an alignment or agenda adjustments meeting. you left the practice room as if nothing could happen, innocently even smiled at some people on the way. when you opened the door to the meeting room, you could see seunghan and his manager sitting on the other side of your manager's table.

the same boy you woke up that same morning. in his arms.

you can't remember what was said, what was agreed or arranged, but you broke up there, on that silly tuesday, in such a simple and cruel way. two years of your life were erased there in that small room of that big building. seunghan didn't look you in the eyes once or spoke. both of you spent all those minutes in pure silence. while you couldn't take your eyes off the transparent table and then him, he just sat there with no emotions in his face or eyes, it was as if you didn't know him at all. in the end when both of yours managers discussed about the risky relationship and how you and him couldn't keep it for the sake of both careers, he stood up with his manager from the room and then disappeared behind the door.

after that day, you never saw him again.

his hiatus was announced the next day and despite seeing the other members of his group and even interacting with them, you never heard his name or voice again. you didn't return to the apartment that once belonged to both of you until his things disappeared from there and you could move, and even if you had tried to contact him in moments of pure anger at how he could give up on you so easily, he never answered you, and you understood him. you could understand why he had given up, maybe in his place, you would do the same.

a month passed, all the awards and events came, Christmas and New Year also passed, all of them being the first time in two years that you did it without your boyfriend. he was nowhere to be found. the hearts of everyone around you forgot about it, but yours never did. despite all of that, the emptiness you felt was not even filled by fans, projects, or stages, and it continued to haunt you for a while.

until the day you laid your eyes on hong seunghan again, in the winter of the first month of the new year announcing his return to riize.

#riize #riize x reader #riize imagines #seunghan #seunghan x reader #riize fluff #riize fics #seunghan fluff #seunghan angst #fem reader #x reader #riize angst #riize wonbin #seunghan scenarios #hong seunghan

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Aaaaand HELLO! As a special treat for this being the last part of my canon + Charlotte storyline, you get to have it an hour earlier than usual.

Reminder that the poll to vote what I write next should (if I've done my math correctly) have about one hour left, so vote while you still can!

But all that aside, here we go! By the way, was no one going to tell me that there's a damn WHALE PLUSHIE in front of Nimona's memorial wall? I'M GOING TO CRY SOME MORE, DAMN YOU.

First, Previous

Golden "Twins" Rebellion AU

Snippets?

Knight Charlotte AU

Whatever else comes next?

"Mom?"

"Yes, Charlotte?"

"Why are things the way that they are?" Minara purses her lips as she thinks, and Charlotte watches her carefully. Her mother looks so very tired, and Charlotte is old enough to know that she has a great deal on her shoulders. Minara Corova is much too young to have seen as much as she has. Finally, she speaks again.

"This kingdom is broken in ways that its people simply don't understand, my love. These cracks have been woven into our society for longer than any of us have been alive. It was always doomed to be this way," she says. Charlotte tilts her head.

"What do you mean?" she asks. Minara hums softly, closing her eyes for a moment as she thinks. Then, she looks down at her daughter.

"Look at how people treat Ballister, dear. Look at the lies we had to tell so that you could join the Institute. Does any of that seem right?" Charlotte shakes her head.

"No."

"But do you know why that's how things are?" Charlotte frowns, casting her eyes down.

"Because we're commoners. They think we're less than them." Her mother sighs.

"Yes, my love." After a few moments, a hand reaches out and gently tilts Charlotte's chin up. "Our ways of life are broken, Charlotte, but they don't have to be. They can be changed and fixed. It may not happen today, nor tomorrow, but one day, you will stand in this kingdom as you are, not as the lie that we've woven for you, and you will be seen for who you are, not by what blood runs through your veins."

"You really think so?"

"Oh, I know so. You will be there to help bring in a new era of this kingdom, one that's better for us all. It will take time, but in the end, it will be beautiful."

The past few weeks (months?) have been like a dream, but the type of dream where you know that something is missing. She knows exactly what (or, rather, who) that missing thing is, but she tries not to linger on it too much. She mourns, but she lets life move forward. The wall had been broken open on that fateful night, and a thousand years worth of knowledge and history had been brought to light and questioned. But they've been healing, rebuilding. Ushering in a new era for their kingdom, just as her mother once said. Things have been getting better every day. People are traveling beyond the wall, and the Institute is being reformed into what it always should've been. The wall itself is no longer simply a structure to protect them, but has been transformed into somewhere lively and beautiful. The cannons are still coming down, but soon, even those will be gone and forgotten. The Knights Betrayed have disbanded, instead turning their attentions on these reforms, and on the new sanctuary. A sanctuary that no longer needs to hide in the shadows. She still heads it, of course, but Ambrosius has been there to back her, financially and otherwise. After he and Ballister had both recovered, the three of them had gotten to work, working to fix not only the kingdom, but their relationships with each other. Ballister and Ambrosius's romance had rekindled as if it had never gone out, and Charlotte has found herself just as close with her two best friends as she once was. And the kingdom knows Ambrosius not only as her friend, but as her brother. He'd been adamant about it, actually.

"They should've always known. I never cared what it might cost me. I just wanted my sister."

And the reception had been mixed, but that's always what she expected. What matters to both of them is that it's not a secret they feel that they have to hide anymore. Maybe things would've been different if the truth had been known sooner, but they'll never really know.

But she has to return to the elephant in the room sometimes. Or, rather, the lack of elephant. Nimona is still gone. The kingdom is finally changing for the better, seeing her for who she truly was rather than what they'd all been brainwashed into seeing since birth. But Nimona isn't here to see it. She's still gone. And Charlotte's very being aches when she thinks about that for too long. Yet here she stands, before the memorial wall made in Nimona's honor. Covered in drawings from the sanctuary's kids and others, gifts lain at its base. Charlotte cradles her bouquet in her arms, staring at the wall for a moment before she looks at the flowers. Paper, made by her own hands, in all of the most beautiful colors.

"I hate the way the real ones make me feel, but I don't know how to tell the kids no."

She's only broken from her thoughts when she feels a gentle nudge against her shoulder, and she lifts her head. Ambrosius smiles softly at her, and she smiles back just as softly, leaning over and nudging his shoulder back. They both look toward the wall again, and they linger in silence. Eventually, she sees him lean down in the corner of her eye, and she looks down at him. He lifts a drawing from the ground and holds it out in front of Ballister, who takes it carefully and looks at it. She watches a small smile appear on his face, then a look of scrunched contemplation. Finally, though, the smile returns and he looks up at the wall. Eventually, he looks over at them.

"There's something I need to do," he says. They smile back at him, and Ambrosius nods in understanding. Ballister's eyes find Charlotte's after a moment, and he tilts his head. "Do you want to come?" Her smile saddens slightly, and she shakes her head.

"You go. That place belonged to you two, not me," she says. She moves around Ambrosius, however, to set her hand on Ballister's shoulder. "But if you need us, need me...Just ask." His smile softens, and he reaches up one hand to place it over the one on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Thank you," he says softly. She smiles back, then leans forward and kisses his cheek. When they step away, she plucks a light pink paper flower from her bouquet and offers it to him.

"These were her favorites," she says. He takes the flower, holding it like a treasure, then gives her a final nod before he turns away and heads off on his own. Charlotte turns away as well, finally walking forward to set her bouquet among the dozens of other gifts. She looks up at all of the artwork lovingly decorating the wall, and her heart aches. A hand settles upon her shoulder, and she rises, turning to look at Ambrosius.

"Let's go home." She nods, settling against his side and slipping her arm around him as his wraps around her shoulders, guiding her away from the memorial.

Although she and Norshe finally have a home of their own, Charlotte admits that Ballister and Ambrosius's place feels a lot more like home to her. She's here a lot, both with and without her fiancée. Being here, with them...It helps.

"Do you think he'll be back soon?" Ambrosius asks, his mug of freshly brewed tea between his hands. Charlotte sips at her own tea for a moment, then finds herself staring down into the mug.

"I think it depends on how he feels now that he's there. It's one thing to be somewhere she never was. It's another to stand where she should be," she says. She had almost broken down when she'd returned to the sanctuary after that night. She had broken down when she'd found Nimona's stash of trinkets and gifts in the small nook she'd once commandeered for herself. She takes a deep breath and lifts her head, looking over at Ambrosius. "But he needed to do it. For himself as much as for her." Ambrosius looks at her with a sad, sympathetic gaze.

"I wish I'd gotten to know her how you and Bal do," he says. She blinks back tears.

"Me too." She can't help but smile a little. "When you weren't fighting on opposite sides, I think you would've really liked her." She lifts her hand to brush away a tear, but she quickly realizes that the tears aren't stopping. Ambrosius takes her mug and sets their tea aside, then tugs her into his arms. The cry isn't as bad as others have been, but she still loses track of time. They might sit there for hours before she finally pulls away, sniffling slightly. Ambrosius gently wipes the remaining tears off her cheeks, shushing her when she tries to apologize for crying.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he says, soft yet firm. It's what he always says when she cries these days. She's tried to argue with him before, but he shuts her down in the way that only he can. Once she's properly calmed down, he reaches over and picks up her mug, handing it back to her. As she takes a long drink, she hears the front door being unlocked, and it opens shortly after. Ballister must be home. She lowers the mug from her lips to call out, but whatever her words might've been die in her throat. She must be dreaming.

"Nimona?" she all but whispers. Nimona smiles softly at her.

"Hey, Chari." Ambrosius takes Charlotte's mug from her before she can drop it, and she rises and rushes around the coffee table, practically tackling Nimona in an embrace.

"Nimona." When she squeezes the shapeshifter, she's squeezed back just as tightly, and the tears begin to flow again. Nimona's alive. She's back. She's home.

Perhaps Ambrosius will get the chance to know her after all.

Fin.

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @madlad06 @xxlunadrawsstuffxx @floxu

#nimona #nimona oc #nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona film #nimona netflix #original character #oc: charlotte swiftheart/corova #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona nimona #nimona ambrosius #nimona ballister #goldenheart #ambrosius x ballister #wooooo reunions and shit

[positivelyholland]

Pleeease write more maverick x daughter!! it’s so cute🥹🥺 or possibly rooster x sister!!!!! loved the maverick one you wrote!

pair: maverick x daughter!reader // rooster x sister!reader

type: fluff

warnings: none but let me know if i missed any

summary: your dad and your brother have a surprise for you, which is always nerve wracking considering how chaotic the two are (sorry i'm the actual worst at summaries)

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You had always wanted to join the navy since the moment you understood what it was. With your dad being who he is, you basically grew up in airplane hangers and naval bases. 

Although it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows growing up as a military kid. It did get super rough for a while in your teenage years when you were constantly moving to new places, but your dad eventually decided to enroll you in online school so you weren't constantly being called the "new kid" everywhere you went.

Lucky for you, there were two people who were always there for you. 

Your dad, and Bradley Bradshaw.

Maverick had always been close with his wingman's son, but after the news of Goose's passing, he took his role as godfather very seriously. 

Although he could never replace goose by any means, he did basically become that kid's father, and he raised him as his own son, which practically made the two of you siblings.

People would always ask you if you found Bradley attractive or if you had a crush on him, but you two were nothing more than siblings and the bestest of friends. He's only a year and a half older than you, but he still calls you his "baby sister."

But now let's go back to the point of  you "always wanting to join the navy." 

Your dad was hesitant at first when you told him about your dreams for the future, but he honestly should've seen it coming with how involved your life was with it.

Your original plan was to be a fighter pilot, just like your dad. But then one day when you found out your dad had barely made it home to you after something went wrong in training that day, you were unsure. And when you found out that your brother was planning on being a fighter pilot too, you ultimately decided that you'd stay on the ground side of things.

You went into the communications side of things, while rooster went into the field of being a fighter pilot, just like he had planned. 

As far as the whole "pulling his papers and setting his career back 4 years" incident, you had nothing to do with it, and because Bradley  (or "Rooster" now), knew this, your guys' relationship stayed strong through the whole thing even after he cut off ties with your father.

But once you got the news of them rekindling their relationship, you were ecstatic. I mean, your family could finally be whole again. It did take some time for the two to be able to get their relationship back to what it was, but with your help it was accomplished. 

You were sitting on the counter at your brothers house, laughing and having an overall great time when you heard your phone ring. With a groan, you checked to see who the call was coming from, and saw that it was none other than Pete Mitchell himself. 

"Hello?" you said, putting the phone to your ear.

"Hello my darling daughter! Rooster wouldn't happen to be with you would he?" he replied. 

"Oh I see, you only called me in hopes you could talk to my brother" you teased him, rolling your eyes.

"As much as I love you, dear... yes" his voice had an equal amount of playfulness in it. 

"He has his own phone you know" giving your old man a hard time gives you so much joy, so you take any opprotunity to do so, including this time. 

"Yah Yah I know now are you gonna hand the phone to him or not" he said while laughing.

You rolled your eyes and handed the phone to Bradley, who didn't need much of an explanation since your phone had been on speaker the whole time. 

The two men talked for a total of 2 minutes, before Rooster grabbed his keys and signaled for you to put your shoes on.

"Where are we going" you tried mouthing to him, but he just shook his head in response. You laughed and put your shoes on to leave with a very hesitant look on your face. I mean, you can never guess whats gonna happen when these two drag you somewhere unknown. 

Rooster eventually ended the conversation between him and your dad, and handed you your phone back. 

Throughout the drive, you tried to guess where you were headed, but you were not familiar with the area you guys were driving in, so that made doing so quite difficult.

At one point, when you were stopped at a red light, Rooster blindfolded you which made you even more confused. 

Even less aware of your surroundings now, you eventually felt the car come to a stop, and then you heard roosters seatbelt unbuckle and his car door shut. You tried to unbuckle your own seatbelt, but it was quite the task considering you couldn't see anything. 

After a few short seconds of struggling, you heard your car door open and felt someone do it for you. You would've panicked when this person picked you up, but you could recognize Roosters scent anywhere, so you felt safe in your brothers arms. 

He carried you for a short while before setting you down somewhere and taking off your blindfold. 

And when you finally realized what was going on, you couldn't help but smile and thank your lucky star for your family.

"We both decided that we'd get you a new car since your old one is barely street legal" Rooster joked after a few seconds of silence.

"And since we really appreciate everything you've been doing for both of us lately, we decided that we wanna pay you back for it" your dad added on.

You didn't say anything in response as you were too caught up in their kindness, so instead you just pulled the two into a tight embrace.

As the three of you looked around the car dealership and were eventually able to find the perfect car, you felt so grateful for these two men being in your life.

#maverick x daughter!reader #pete “maverick” mitchell #pete mitchell x daughter!reader #rooster x sister!reader #bradley bradshaw fic #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #positively holland #tgm fic #pete maverick mitchell #x daughter!reader #x sister!reader

[alouris]

One last time. | Belly x Jeremiah

Summary: Isabel Conklin, ‘Belly’, is merely days away from marrying Conrad, so why is it that she can’t seem to get a certain younger brother off her mind?

Warnings: Slight nsfw, CHEATING, and maybe a few swear words here and there.

(A/N: hi! this is kind of weird to be posting on a completely new tumblr account but my main is literally a winx fan page and i think i’ll die of embarrassment if i posted anything like this on main, but i just read book three of tsitp and couldn’t get this out of my head. it’s short, but i hope someone enjoys it anyways).

Isabel Conklin knew that she was absolutely not sure about marrying Conrad Fisher.

It was insane to even vocalize it out-loud.

Conrad had been the one that she’d been dreaming about her entire life. He was the one everyone rooted for her to be with. He was her prince charming. That was the way it always was, and that’s the way it had to stay.

That relationship with Jeremiah was a stint. A momentary lapse in judgement. It was a mistake starting something with him, she knew that now. It was a line the two of them simply shouldn’t of crossed.

At least, that’s what everyone keeps telling her. Belly’s trying to internalize it, she really is, but she can’t when every-time she sees her fiancés younger brother she remembers how good his hands felt around her neck, how he carried her to bed from the couch when she fell asleep after a day of long classes.

Jeremiah was pure. So pure. When he loved he loved hard, which was something his older counterpart severely lacked. Belly never thought she’d miss the embarrassing public make-outs, the aggressive handholding, and the constant hickey hiding, but she did, she missed it so bad.

Isabel was three days from marrying Conrad. She was finally twenty two years old, having graduated from Finch that Summer. She and Jeremiah had broken up after the thing with Lacie, but it was amicable. The two were able to stay friends, although Jeremiah made it clear that wasn’t what he wanted. He never pressed for more, not wanting his former girlfriend to feel pressured into anything, but looking back, belly knew he wishes he did, because three months after her return from Spain, he found out that she and Conrad rekindled their romance, and were a couple yet again.

Jeremiah remained cool about it, but Belly knew he wasn’t. They could read eachother, and Belly could read the longing looks he gave her; the way he touched her when Conrad wasn’t around, the the things he whispered when Conrad wasn’t around —

The funny and ironic part about this whole situation is that Belly hadn’t thought of the younger Fisher brother in that way in months. She had buried those feelings with that relationship deep in the back of her mind — locking them in a box and throwing away the key. She didn’t even feel the urge to think about it either; not when things were going so good with Conrad.

She had been excited about her destination wedding, excited to party on an island and stay in a multi million dollar mansion with her closest friends and family and then get married to the love of her life, and now she was regretting everything; gulping down a nasty bottle of expensive wine in her bridal suite room that was undoubtedly from Conrad’s father.

She could hear music. Everyone was partying. It was like they were in college still, dancing and drinking like they were young. They were young. Twenty two was incredibly young to get married. Most of Belly’s college friends were still in college trying to graduate and playing the catch up game, and yet she spent the last six months of her life deciding what flowers she wanted as her centerpiece.

Briefly she wondered where her fiancé might be, but knew exactly where he was. In his room, sleeping. Probably excused himself after an hour with a headache, which pissed everyone off. Belly could just imagine Jere clenching his jaw and forcing out a, “Good night then, Connie.” And downing a beer.

Jeremiah spent the majority of the week drunk. He tried every liquor in sight, sipped whoever’s glass of wine he could get his hands on, and downed whatever shots were being passed around without fail. The years in the frat house we’re definitely benefiting him, that was clear.

Belly watched him, followed his moves. She watched him flirt with other’s guests, though he came alone. Belly wouldn’t admit it aloud, but she was glad he showed up. It was a victory for her, because that meant that she still owned his heart. Nobody had replaced her yet.

She took a deep swig from the glass bottle, jerking it so hard that some of it spilled onto her maroon cocktail dressed. She grinned, watching the droplets dry and sink into the fabric. This dress was so expensive. Shayla helped her picked it out, and the two of them giggled as they swiped away at Conrad’s American Express.

“That’ll stain.”

Belly’s door was open, and Jeremiah was leaning against the frame, a beer in his right hand. His blazer looked to be long lost, and his white button down was open two spaces down, and she couldn’t help but ogle her former boyfriends bare skin. She wanted to call him a slut, but held her tongue. She missed his beautifully tanned complexion year round. Conrad burnt so easily in the sun, and right now the light from the hallway was illuminating Jeremiah’s skin in a way Belly couldn’t look away from.

This also was the first time they’d been alone together for the entire week. Purposely or not, Conrad always managed to insert himself into whatever conversation the two of them would start to have, which was fine, he was her fiancé, but all the time was excessive. They hadn’t gotten time to catch up with each-other, and there was a lot to catch up on, especially considering that the two of them hadn’t seen eachother since their last family vacation four months ago.

“It’s the same color,” The brunette remarked, lazily. Her cool front remained strong, but she felt it weaken significantly when Jeremiah cracked a smile that felt so familiar. He sipped at his drink and slinked into the room, practically dancing across the floor to get to Belly. She recognized then that he was drunk, but she was also drunk, which meant that the playing field was leveled.

“I missed you, Bells. Best friend is getting married and we haven’t even talked about it!” He huffed, sitting at the edge of her bed.

Belly looked like a princess, sitting upon a thousand fluffed out pillows in a fancy silky dress in the center of her bed, a wine bottle held near her. She rolled her eyes at the mention of the wedding, and then it was her turn to take a drink. “Not much to talk about. Conrad’s acting like it’s any other week, and i’m..” What was she supposed to say?

I’m thinking about you? I want you?

No, because that’d be unfair to Jeremiah. Belly had her chance with Jeremiah, and she decided to end things over a momentary lapse of judgement in Cabo. Now she engaged to Conrad, his older brother whom he was currently in family therapy with —

“Your..?” Jeremiah pressed, scooting closer to Belly just by a few inches. He was playing it safe, Belly could tell, and she really wished he wouldn’t. She wanted him to touch her like before, without any bounds. Right now he couldn’t, he was restricted because of a little metal band around Belly’s finger. “Bells, you can talk to me. You were so excited when you got engaged, but now it’s like you’ve… dropped, and I just wanna make sure everything is okay,” He squeezed her thigh, offering her a smile.

She made eye contact with Jeremiah then; meeting those lovely blue eyes. She always pictured her babies having them. Conrad had blue eyes too, but not the kind you got lost into for hours like Jeremiah’s. When they were dating, sometimes Belly would just stare at him for minutes at a time to really take in his beauty. Memorize where his freckles fell and how his nose crinkled when he laughed.

She started crying.

“I cant. I cant,” She sobbed, head hanging. She made a mess of everything.

Jeremiah was concerned, immediately rubbing circles onto the younger girls back as a method of comfort. “Cant do what? Talk to me, Isabel,” Jeremiah urged, slurring over a few of his words. Even in his inebriated state he still attempted to care for her. Put her first.

“I’m selfish. I’m getting married to your brother, and you’re trying to make me feel better.”

She lifted her head, using her free hand to wipe streaks of mascara and concealer off of her face.

That makeup was cakey anyways.

“Things just aren’t right, Jere. This isn’t right.” She shook her head subconsciously, and Jeremiah returned a confused look, but eventually began nodding his head in faux understanding. He still didn’t know what was going on, and really couldn’t comprehend it in his drunken state, but offered his support anyways. “Bells, If you don’t wanna marry Con yet, you have to tell him. He’ll try to work through it, he’s different now.” Jeremiah urged her, his eyes big and hopeful. Even though he was twenty three now, sometimes he still looked just like the teenage boy Belly was in love with.

Belly rolled her eyes. “He wouldn’t work through it. It would just be.. over. It’d be so embarrassing and all of this money would’ve been wasted.” She sniffled. “Conrad just doesn’t care.. He could care less if this wedding happens,”

She kept chugging down wine, ignoring the concerned looks from Jeremiah. Even with his eyebrows furrowed together in distress, he managed to look so good. He always looked good, but this week his outfits had been on another level. The fact that he had bulked up since their college relationship days also didn’t hurt either.

Jeremiah paused. He was stumped. He didn’t know how to counter that, because he knew it was true. Conrad didn’t care about things, and he certainly didn’t fight for things. But certainly he’d fight for Belly, right? “Bells, that’s not true. Connie loves you.” It sounded like he was convincing himself, and belly snorted, laughing harshly.

“If he loves me so much, Jere, explain why we haven’t had any sex in three months?” It slipped out before she could even stop it, and Jeremiah choked on nothing.

“Do you think we should be talking about this?” He asked, ignoring the question.

Belly rolled her eyes. They had always talked about these things before Conrad. Even before they were together. After they grew to be a certain age, sexual experiences were always a topic of conversation, because they were bestfriends and that’s what bestfriends talk about. She wasn’t going to let the fact that this was also her fiancés little brother stop that.

But she would be lying if she said she didn’t like the way Jeremiah was looking at her right now. Those all too familiar blue eyes staring at her with lust and love, they were a little glazed over too, the way they always got when he drank.

“Connie isn’t here. And we’re friends. We can talk about this,” She insisted, sitting up to place her wine bottle on the night stand besides the large bed. Her sadness faded away and was replaced by something much more.. lusftul. Jeremiah watched her crawl across the mattress to do this, belly feeling his eyes on her body. She moved back to the center, and scooted closer to Jeremiah. Their knees just barely touching.

She sat up with her legs tucked beneath her, fixated on Jeremiah’s reactions to her every move. He was trying hard not to stare at Belly’s low cut dress, and it delighted the younger girl. Meanwhile, The older male looked like he was going to explode.

It was horrible. Cruel, really. But Belly loved knowing that she still had control over him like this. It reminded her that he’d always be her’s, and her’s alone.

She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder, and then let her hand fall down to Jeremiah’s thigh. He squirmed, and Belly grinned. “He doesn’t get me going like you do, Jere. I don’t think anyone ever will,” Sincerity dripped from her voice, but Jeremiah was still hesitant to speak, his face flushing a dark red against his tanned skin.

“I miss how you used to touch me. I miss how needy you used to get,” Her words were starting to arouse herself, and she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to get some relief.

It didn’t help.

“Remember how you used to touch me? How I touched you?”

Jeremiah couldn’t take it anymore. His body was moving before his brain could keep up, and he was kissing Belly, moaning as soon as his lips touched hers.

They were soft, just like he remembered. Belly inhaled sharply — like she couldn’t believe that this was actually happening, and then she was moving with muscle memory, kissing him back.

Belly’s hands immediately went to Jeremiah’s hair, tangling into the soft curls on top of his head, tugging at them softly. Jeremiah made a noise when she did this, and Belly groaned. She needed more; pushing him backwards and crawling on him with little resistance from the other.

The kissed deepened this way, and Jeremiah was fast to push Belly’s already riding up dress up her thighs. Belly pushed her crotch up against his bulge, rubbing up against him involuntarily. It was like she had lost all control, and her brain was just going —

Jeremiah, Jeremiah, Jeremiah….

He stopped her when she started biting at his lip, and Belly groaned.

“We…” He panted, licking at his lips. “Y-You’re getting married, to Conrad. We can’t do this,”

Belly pressed her lips into a thin line at the mention of Conrad. She didn’t want to think about Conrad, much less discuss him.

“We’re both drunk, baby.” Was all she said, mumbling and cupping his face. Jeremiah looked confused, but melted anyways as Belly peppered kisses all over and used his special nickname — ‘baby’. Jeremiah died every-time Belly called him that, and she knew it. Just let me take care of you. We need it,”

She licked at his neck, and Jeremiah craned it to the right, a drawled out moan slipping out as his childhood best friend sucked at his skin.

Why did doing horrible things have to feel so good? This was possibly the worse thing Jeremiah had ever done, and yet all he wanted to do was rip that stupid cocktail dress right off Belly’s body, and suck marks all into her skin.

But Belly wasn’t technically wrong. Both of them were drunk, beyond intoxicated. They could do this today, and never again. It would be a tiny slip up. A one time thing, and then Belly would marry Conrad and they would never have to speak of it again.

“You’re not gonna tell Connie, right?” He asked, and Belly groaned.

“Yes, i’m going to tell Conrad that I let his little brother fuck me raw.”

Jeremiah’s cock twitched at the mention of being inside of Belly. “O-One time?” He questioned, and Belly nodded, moving to unbutton his slacks; a grin playing on her features.

“One time.”

#belly x jeremiah #isabel conklin #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #staylor #fanfic #team jelly #team jeremiah #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp s2 #tsitpbookseries #tsitp belly #tsitp imagine #imagine #bellyjere #jelly #belly tsitp #jeremiah and belly #belly and jeremiah #belly and conrad #belly conklin #bellyconrad #oneshot #alternate universe #marriage #cheating

[dreambunnynotes]

daily reflection: nov. 17th ❤︎

whoops, i didn't post my to-do lists or check-ins this week, but that is okay! my usual instinct is to give up and restart when i don't do something perfectly, but the whole point of documenting my self-improvement journey is to break the habits that don't serve me. i'm in the early stages of trying out this blog and it's okay to make mistakes, and i'm going to avoid the perfectionist loop by posting what i wrote up for the 17th of november! 🥰 it was a really successful day for my mental health and so i want to document it. here is what i wrote a few days ago:

accomplishments:

today i primarily focused on my social health, and i absolutely killed it!! it's actually making me tear up writing this reflection. i am currently dipping my toes into meeting new people, rekindling old friendships, and loving myself enough to show up as myself, which is my absolute biggest hurdle in my self-love journey due to my own trauma and life experiences. wonderfully, the successes i have had so far in trying to be myself and pushing through my fear and shame have been SO rewarding, which only encourages me to keep going and reminds me that it is safe to try! one of my most wonderful manifestations right now is manifesting my dream friend group where i feel loved and also have FUN, since i have had very low standards for friendships in the past. i kept receiving the message of "being true to myself" this week, and i set the intention that i was going to try to be my bestest, silliest, most authentically neurodivergent self no matter how hard it was. so many beautiful things have happened since setting that intention, and here are the results from just yesterday:

i hung out with my sister for an hour or two (which doesn't take energy for me, she is my best friend and the person i wish to base all of my future friendships off of!! c':) and even though i was nervous and apprehensive, we went to hang out with her theatre friends before their show that evening. i decided to try being authentically me despite the fear of being judged, and not only were they super lovely and fun, they also laughed at my jokes and made me feel very valued for being there! i felt really grateful to have that experience, and grateful to myself for giving it a try.

i hung out with my friend "ac" at their house for a bit while we got ready for a show, and it was really nice to see them again! i had been feeling a bit bummed about our friendship lately because they had been treating me in a way that felt pretty triggering, but i reconnected with the law of assumption and realized that it was because i expected them to show up that way, which helped me heal my relationship with them a little.

we went to pre-game at their partners house, though i wasn't drinking. i met several new people, and they were all so sweet and nice! instead of feeling lonely that i was a new person being introduced to a very longstanding friend group, i chose to ask those at the house party questions about their friend lore (lol) and was my sweet and silly self. i found myself laughing along to things i didn't find funny and not really enjoying myself, which ended up being helpful; instead of listening to the internal voice that often says "you'll never find your friends," i was able to witness the voice and reply with, "you're trying new things, and you're learning about your preferences; how beautiful is that!" i was really proud of myself for this witnessing and not-shaming, and i did end up having quite a few wonderful conversations after that. i was able to see that the situation was not black and white, and that there can be multiple perspectives per experience!

i had a negative interaction with someone i knew there that made me feel embarrassed because of the way they responded to me. instead of internalizing it, i remembered that real friends wouldn't make me feel that way, which was another win for connecting with my authentic self despite the fear!

i made a new friend who i had never met before which was so, so beautiful! we talked about vocal stims and musical theatre karaoke lmao it was so great, i felt really accepted by them and it was just such a treat to hang out and laugh with them! it's so nice to meet new people you instantly feel connected to, and, again, was proof that by being my purest self, i will meet the people i connect with.

at the venue, i put on my massive ear-protectors because i am very overstimulated by sound, and it was just so comforting to know that none of my friends there in the big friend group were judging me. it was safe to do what i had to do; in fact, it was celebrated!

anyway, i'm feeling really positively about my social experiences today. it was the biggest part of my day and i feel proud of myself for overcoming my biggest fears. it's so funny to me that my body reacts to seeing a friend the same way it would react if i was being attacked by a lion; the nervous system is a funny thing, but i'm glad it wants to keep me safe!

other accomplishments:

i didn't cancel work even though i really, really wanted to. i showed up and did my job, which shows that i can trust myself to get things done when i need to!

improvements to make:

i need to set clear goals so that my days are easier to navigate, because without clarity i wander pretty aimlessly with the time i have. i will improve this by getting specific about my dreams and desires, and planning my days accordingly!

woo! kind of a long and rambly post today, but it's alright, it's important for me to document. hope everyone is doing wonderfully and taking care of themselves the best they can!

[kinktae]

i understand oc not wanting to live in her hometown since there is so much trauma attached to it. but i'm shocked that jimin - who has been carrying a torch for her for 4 years and is deeply in love with her- wouldn't take the chance to follow her. i feel like life is too short to not be with the person you love especially when the characters love each other as much as jimin and oc do. I will say the ending is realistic in that even when there is lots of love, relationships just don't work out.

HEHEHE I LOVE HEARINF UR THOUGHTS THANK U SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

I guess I’ll speak on behalf of novocaine jimin since I wrote him!!! Because what ur saying definitely has weight like… if he loved her so much why didn’t he just follow her?? And to that I say that, Jimin absolutely loved the piss out of y/n. but he also mourned the idea of her for four years. At some point, he had to learn how to live without her and probably already rewrote and came to terms with his future without her. And then she comes back and ahhhhh all these feelings come back and he’s like omg!!! Everything can be like it used to !! he can go back to the future with her like he thought he’d have before she left all those years ago… except things don’t go back to the way they did before she left. Not really. And the more time spent together, the more he realized his dreams for the future couldn’t exist with her in this town.

So he has two options: 1) hop on that bus with her and spontaneously go after a future that he has no idea what will look like and just live city to city like she doesn’t OR 2) to reaccept the future he saw for himself after you first left. The future that for four years he had accepted as his.

I guess what I really wanted to drive home was, at their core, jimin and y/n are different. Jimin craves a small life and familiarity (aka why starting a new relationship proved unsuccessful while he could pick up an old one easily). He doesn’t see this town as having taken his brother but rather that his family is this town. Y/N knows that Jimin always planned on renovating and one day making a family in his family home. And then there’s Y/N, who because of her trauma (but also even before that) is the exact opposite. Things that are familiar are bittersweet. Every bit of her town is linked to a memory and she feels “ghosts” of her past haunting her as she says in ch 4. She finds joy in the unknown and in spontaneity and always wondered what else the world had to offer. She has no desire to build “roots” like Jimin seems to find comfort in.

It made him happy to see Y/N back in her hometown hanging out with her old friends because it was familiar. But he recognizes that she are a shell of her old self and i think that scares him because it means he cannot ignore the fact that you can’t be happy with him here. And it’s finally boils over in ch 4.

No matter how much they loved each other, no matter how much interests and memories they shared, the things that at their core defined them weren’t the same. Both of them knew it was a temporary rekindling but I really don’t think either fully understood what they were agreeing to by getting back together. They were just so in love and probably were both hoping that that could be enough :(

#ask #EHEHEH I LOVE DISCUSSING MY FICS WITH YALL I MISSED THIS

[the-darklings]

Hello hello i hope you're having a great day! I just finished reading COA yesterday (read it in Ao3 and binged it for 3 days straight), i figured i would finally read them since i was busy when it first came out, and while waiting for tibyim finale. And holy shit it's amazing literally the best fanfiction I've ever read and the longest thing I've read since middle school (attention span got fucked up when i got older). The way you weave your OCs/ reader inserts in stories is absolutely amazing, so amazing in fact i keep forgetting they're not canon. Everytime I would read a chapter, either coa or tibyim, i get motivated to write myself, in fact I have written multiple chapters of my own story because your writing had inspired/ motivated me so much. So thank you do much for sharing your wonderful works with us. Can't wait for the continuation of coa ( no pressure! I will literally wait for however long it takes) and the finale for tibyim. And if you're gonna post your original stories here I will definitely be reading it. Again thank you so much, you have definitely rekindled my love for reading.

Ps: you made me love Santino even though i couldn't care less about him in the movies. You just have that way of making me love characters throughout the story (ie: hector, step and cori too lmao) s/v forever and wanderer/ dream endgame.

Sorry this was so long, i just realized this is like a love letter lmaoo

-🥭

It’s been so fascinating seeing the crossover of some tibyim readers going back to coa. I really appreciate it. In all honesty coa could def use an edit to tighten it up (younger me loooooved to over-describe!!! everything!!! and my writing style is already descriptive) but I love coa lots and don’t worry it’s not cancelled or anything. She’s just taking a nap while I work on other things.

But have I got great news for you!!! You know how you said you love coa OCs? Well guess what that original novel I keep mentioning is about? This entire collab universe im making with a friend? : )

V? Why she’s going to be her own person, with her own arc and agency. Hector, Step, Lucien, Julian, Dario? All going to be major characters working as a team with V, or Clara now. You know how Marvel was too cowardly to give us that 2012 Avengers All Live Together And Are Friends And Do Domestic ThingsTM story we deserved? Well, I’m giving it to you. Do you love deep friendships/relationships? It got that. Do you love a torturously slow burn with heavy doze of sexual tension? It got that. Do you love a dark academia inspired setting, a mystery, power games, and a cast centred around ‘antagonists’? That’s the first novel. Do you enjoy a diverse group of misfits with their own demons all banding together for a heist/rescue/revenge mission? Good old found family and healing? Lovers to enemies? Why that’s the second novel : )

#every time you guys say tibyim/coa makes you want to write again my heart swells 3 sizes #one day if i’m very very very lucky you’ll get to read my original novel and I hope some of that love translates 😭 #thank you dear 🥭 you’re the sweetest #I really made a fic and said ‘huh….wait hold these characters are pretty cool. what if-‘ #all fun and games until wanderer gets that same treatment- #asks

[lovecatsys]

Maddy!

Okay I'm going to give this my best but I still haven't finished her major history yet so these might be a little off because of that.

I think the person she was closest to and trusted the most on the X-Men, besides Alex, was Storm. She went to Ororo after Nathan was born to bring up her issues with Scott, and they seemed pretty close during outback era to me. Honestly I feel like Ororo would be a good person for Maddy to rekindle her friendship with now that she's been redeemed, because I feel like it's possible for Ororo to see behind the personality she's put on since Inferno. Also with Ororo's connection to magic it could be a really fun thing to explore.

I don't think what she feels for Alex is romantic love. Their relationship never comes off that way to me. Honestly it comes off a lot like she Thinks that she should love him like that, because he clearly loves her and she sort of needs a Prince for her act, but she doesn't really have a deep romantic bond with him. She definitely loves him in a way, but it doesn't really seem romantic to me and I think that the next part of her arc should be leaving him, but retaining their friendship and setting out to make new connections, people who can be a support network for her.

After her "dream" with S'ym it was Really easy for her to pretend like she hadn't changed at all in front of the group. She had to wake up and clean up the mess she had made after that, and it kind of infuriated her that no one had found her and thought to help, even though she knew they were away on a mission. But at first, switching back and forth between her old personality and her new persona was really easy. She didn't even really feel anything about it, no guilt or anything for misleading her friends, just an easy deception.

On Krakoa, she had thought she might connect to Kwannon with their kind of similar experiences and traumas related to identity, so when she found out that Kwannon was dating John, it disappointed her.

I think she really wants people to like her, she craves attention because of the trauma she experienced being neglected by Scott. But she also doesn't know how to go about it in a good way, and she doesn't necessarily want to leave behind this new path she's carved for herself. I think exploring that would be a really good next big arc for her, figuring out where she goes from here and how she maintains her identity while also trying to heal and get what she really needs emotionally.

I realized some of these are more like theories and meta than headcanons but... frankly I'm kind of terrible at coming up with random headcanons lmao. And I love theories and meta.

Send me a character or a ship and I'll share 5 headcanons!

#kwxnnxn #madelyne pryor #tysm for the ask! #x men #fav: not so much resurrected from the dead… as reborn

[herequeerexitentialfear]

Three-song playlist

Rules: Compile three-song playlists for as many OCs as you can/would like to

thank you @dujour13 for the tag!!

under a read more bc I'm doing all of them<3 and taking a leaf out of your book and doing three for Celia and Cecios sibling relationship too!

if anyone hasn't been tagged and wants to do it, take this as a tag!

Mura

Dangerous

Are you dangerous? With your measure of proof Thoughts are slivers of gold Abscond with the truth

How does it feel To be your own deceiver? Signals raised Then lost to the aether

Los Ageless

In Los Ageless, the winter never comes In Los Ageless, the mothers milk their young But I can keep running No, I can keep running The Los Ageless hang out by the bar Burn the pages of unwritten memoirs But I can keep running No, I can keep running

Red Right Hand

He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul, but there won't be a single thing that you can do

Georgie

I Chose the Road

i dont ask for riches to furnish my days, when ive got the dawn and the soft evening haze so i chose the road, oh for me a life of being born to be slow, the green hills in the distance are calling me home, oh for me a life, of being born to be slow under the open sky

my convictions are strong and my vision i true, ive bowed to no man and i'll not kneel to you a life in your pocket is a life behind bars, but out here by my fire you can see all the stars

If I Ever Found Love

[i haven't transcribed this song yet]

Winter Mist

among the silent oaks a ragged army of free hearted folk stand against you armed only with what is true your power is obsolete no more of you need come through

traitors! how dare you come here to break this place? you'll die alone with your empty eyes your kids will leave you as you left them with the end of times

Celia

Insight

Guess your dreams always end. They don't rise up just descend, But I don't care anymore, I've lost the will to want more, I'm not afraid not at all, I watch them all as they fall, But I remember when we were young.

Training Montage

I'm doing this for revenge I am doing this to try and stay true I'm doing this for the ones We had to leave behind, I'm doing this for you I'm doing this for you

Volatile Times

I drove through countries like a marching funeral In the search of fools and utopias Along the lonely roads with all the empty human souls Filling their heavy hearts With slum religion and Coca-Cola Every book is read and I'm paralyzed Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired

Goodbye my friends Goodbye to the money Adieu to the fuckers that think that it's funny I just want to turn the lights on in these volatile times

Cecio

Adam Raised a Cain

All of the old faces Ask you why you're back They fit you with position And the keys to your daddy's Cadillac

You're born into this life paying For the sins of somebody else's past

Now he walks these empty rooms looking for something to blame But you inherit the sins, you inherit the flames

Open the Gate

So open the gates I'm here to prove I'm better than my father was And where he came from too Open the gates I'm here to ride To Hell I Go With daddy by my side

And I ain't never feared nothing That was four-legged and bucking Throw me on a hurricane And I'll ride it to the coast You'll never know that your son Came to do what you should've done On a summer day a long time ago Top a bull named To Hell I Go

Good Boy

I never promised affection Don't tell me what this is I've got so much to give I've got so much to give

'Cause I'm a good boy I'm here to help you out out of your clothes and into self doubt

Celia & Cecio

Children's Work

But I've learned how to paint my face How to earn my keep How to clean my kill Some nights I still can't sleep The past rolls back, I can see us still You've learned how to hold your own How to stack your stones But the history's thick Children aren't as simple As we'd like to think

Adam Raised a Cain

We were prisoners of love, a love in chains He was standin' in the door I was standin' in the rain With the same hot blood burning in our veins

Insight

Yeah we wasted our time, We didn't really have time, But we remember when we were young.

And all God's angels beware, And all you judges beware, Sons of chance, take good care, For all the people not there, I'm not afraid anymore

#thank you again for the tag Dujour!! #this was a fun lil exercise! #<3 #celia #gold & silver #mura hagdaughter #cecio #georgie heartwood

[iamfrankie99]

Surprise reunions and childhood rekindlings

by ladyofsnails

90k 16ch

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki were childhood best friends, attached at the hips…until Izuku had to move cities and they lost touch. Imagine their surprise when they meet again without notice one day in college. And suddenly it’s like no time at all has passed and that piece missing in their lives is back where it belongs. Between inside jokes, kid games and friendship handshakes, old and new memories intermingle and a crush thought lost sparks up again tenfold.

Frankie’s comment: This is honestly a big pile of fluff and giggles and I’m fucking living for it. This is like the teenage dream of falling in love with your childhood best friend. It’s the healthiest relationship I’ve ever seen and they are so cute I could die. They are sweethearts. I love them.

READ HERE

#bkdk #love #no quirks au #childhood best friends #inside jokes #fluff #flirting #tooth rotting fluff #so much fluff #crack #college au #dating #favourite

[fickleminder]

If you’d like to write or talk about your Demons Will Be Demons au and swapping mcs I’m all ears! I feel like Kirana being plopped in that world would be an unfairly convenient situation for the brothers, and au kirana’s lower demon friends would be the ones largely hurt! They lose a friend, and depending on how things play out they very well might be completely sidelined. Au Kirana in canon timeline could be fun for letting out some hard truths at the brothers, but a relationship with her old friends or even purgatory hall will be harder. The brothers are pretty possessive and protective, not only is it an issue of control over Kirana but it’s also about the safety of those outside the household and how in the canon timeline no large specific effort has been put into pushing against class divides?

Anon— Anon you and your big brain— There are so many layers to your ask I am DELIGHTED to talk about AAHHHH THANK YOU FOR THIS!

(demons will be demons AU here and here)

Okay so, a big factor in how things after the swap play out is where exactly in the DWBD timeline Kirana is. I’m assuming you’re coming from when the brothers are in the “groveling” stage trying to make amends with her so let’s start there:

Kirana in DWBD!AU

Hoo boy, the poor lesser demons. So much confusion on both sides when Kirana doesn’t seem to recognize them at all, and maybe they start to think the Avatars have something to do with it, finally having had enough of playing nice and resorting to using magic to forcibly “repair” their relationship with the human they mistreated. They definitely wouldn’t put it past them, but throwing around accusations like that is a sure-fire way to get maimed so they go to Purgatory hall for help.

Solomon can be a good actor when he wants to and I feel like he’ll have no problems getting close to Kirana to determine if she’s under a spell. All he can discern are faint traces of Barbatos’ magic on her (my working idea is that Barbatos fell sick and somehow switched the two Kiranas during a sneezing bout) but other than that she’s acting completely of her own free will.

Kirana’s pretty chill and open-minded by nature though, and while it sucks having to start over from scratch since she doesn’t have all those precious memories of them, the lesser demons have a good chance of rekindling a friendship with her (if they can get her away from the Avatars to begin with).

Speaking of, this is the brothers’ dream come true! The human they’ve had a change of heart about, whose good books they’re desperately trying to get into, suddenly treating them like family? It’s free real estate Sign them the fuck up! And if Kirana and Satan are already together in canon, DWBD!Satan will be over the moon. They know, they know this isn’t the same human who’s learnt to maintain a polite distance from them, but they’re not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and swear to treat this new Kirana like royalty.

Meanwhile, Kirana would be so confused at the brothers falling all over themselves for her (more so than usual anyway) and she can definitely tell something’s off. Lesser demons she’s never met claiming to be her friends (vouched for by the Purgatory hall gang), the brothers not familiar with her habits and tastes, Barbatos down with some strange illness that turns seedlings into trees when he coughs… She’s jumped timelines before so the idea of alternate realities isn’t that far-fetched, but the problem is whether or not she can go home.

And don’t get me started on the pacts oh good lord. Maybe the brothers are being rowdy, maybe Kirana finds herself threatened at RAD, or maybe the Avatars pick a fight with the lesser demons who insist on spending time with her—

Kirana single-handedly brings the seven demon lords to heel and suddenly no one is sure how to feel about this super-powered version of her anymore.

DWBD!Kirana in canon

Mom can you pick me up I’m scared This Kirana’s support system is just gone. The brothers are nice to her, too nice, and she can’t help but think they’ve been replaced by clones again. Satan is an absolute gentleman, speaking to her softly and treating her so delicately, and it’s something from a fantasy she’d abandoned long ago ever since he made her cough up blood from putting Devildom spices in her food.

While the Purgatory hall gang are more than happy to have her over whenever she wants, it’s hard to get away from the brothers who constantly compete for her time and attention. Poor girl is so not used to this and is absolutely confused. She’s too suspicious of their intentions to buy into their sincerity and let her guard down, and at the same time they don’t trust her to associate with people outside their household.

Anon you made a fantastic point about class divides and relationships outside those with the brothers because the idea of Kirana preferring to hang out with lesser demons is simply preposterous! How dare she have other demon friends, they’re not safe to be around unlike us hypocrites so just be a good girl and listen, okay? And even if they could be friends in canon, the brothers don’t give her a chance to try.

Maybe this is the point where DWBD!Kirana finally snaps. She has a mental breakdown over how everything is just wrong and how she wants her old friends back and the audacity of the brothers to cozy up to her when all they did was make her life miserable—

Satan’s pact with her is dormant, and that is the moment he is certain this is not his Kirana. He’s had his suspicions of course, she’s been acting strange ever since she visited the castle to deliver some homemade soup to Barbatos, but now she’s spitting out things that never happened between them and is practically inconsolable.

Pactless and alone in this new world, DWBD!Kirana is straight up not having a good time. The brothers are also horrified at how their alternate selves treated their favorite human so poorly, and even though DWBD!Kirana has no power over them, they do their best to loosen their hold on her and let her seek out her own comfort and safety.

Even if it isn’t with them.

(The swap happening early on in the DWBD timeline is a whole other can of worms asdfghjkl but I’ll save that for another time)

#ask #writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me oc #dwbd au

[analudsilva]

[ camila queiroz, cis woman, she/her ] - was that ANA-LUIZA SEVERO DA SILVA i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-NINE year old who has been in nightrest for TWO MONTHS and works  as a TRAVEL AGENT has a reputation of being CURIOUS, but also UNPREDICTABLE. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with OVERFILLED PASSPORTS, COLLECTIONS OF STASHED AWAY PHOTOS, FORGOTTEN DREAMS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 …

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:  ana-luiza severo da silva

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒):  analu; lizi

𝐀𝐆𝐄:  twenty-nine years old

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:  cis woman

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒:  she/her

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  bisexual

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒:  camila queiroz

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘…

she was born in nightrest to a big family, two girls and two boys made for a lively and very loud household. they were happy, healthy and that's what mattered the most. the siblings were close and spend a good portion of their time together even when they had the choice of being with somebody else.

when analu was fourteen the dynamic in the family shifted. her parents weren't getting along and it was obvious to the kids. what shattered their hearts though was the moment they announced their divorce and their mother's decision to move back to brazil. her siblings didn't want to leave their father, and although analu didn't want to see her family fall apart she chose their mother and went with her.

junior year of high school analu came back to nightrest. her siblings had grown colder to her, their father tried everything to fix what was broken, but it was impossible.

the second ana-luiza graduated high school she left nightrest for college, but her plans changed and instead received opportunity to travel.

through the years she came back to nightrest several times, making it her permanent residence two months ago when word came her father was sick and someone had to look after him.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒…

somehow analu scored the jackpot when she uploaded a video to youtube and it received quite a bit of traction. that's when she left college and turned her attention to full time travel vlogging.

about two years ago she uploaded her last video on youtube, focusing more on her instagram, but she doesn't do any vlogging these days.

to earn her own keep analu started working as a travel agent when she came back two months ago.

𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒…

i'd be more than happy if anyone decides on a silva sibling! there's her baby sister, analu and her two older brothers.

throw me some angst with a relationship from town, or honestly anywhere because she travelled a lot, that completely failed, because she's very unpredictable sometimes, and especially when she was vlogging, she didn't stick to one place too long.

also friendships that could of gone cold for the same reason!

one night stands, fwb, exes good and bad terms.

maybe an old relationship with rekindling feelings, who knows?

give me everything

best friend/ride or die

maybe your muse tagged to one of her adventures!

#nightrest:intro

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fallen - park seonghwa angst, smut, non!idolau, romance, college au, whole lotta heartache

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captain - kim hongjoong romance, yandere!joong, mafia(?)au, slight angst, kinda fantasy au

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i wanna be yours - park seonghwa (literally just like harley and joker except…not as toxic? idk, you’ll see), non!idol au, angst, heartache, romance, smut, some sensitive topics

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cosmos - choi san romance, angst, fluff, non!idol au, college au

“i’ll meet you in the cosmos!” it was corny and you couldn’t stand it, but deep down, you loved it. you loved the boy who was obsessed with stars and astrology, who loved stargazing and pointing out constellations. god, you missed him. what went wrong? you two fell off going into college, but now you two were older, you could rekindle your relationship! which you thought before you found out he had moved on. “i guess we didn’t meet in the cosmos.”

dream - choi jongho slight angst, smut, idol!au

he’s been weird dreams ever since the tour started and he doesn’t know the cause of it. when his friends ask what the dreams are about, he explains he keeps seeing you in every single one. of course, his friends thought he was joking, and he laughed to hide his embarrassment knowing he’d never see you. that is, until he saw you in the crowd of his groups concert.