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wazzupmrstark · 3 years

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instead of you [part seventeen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol +sex

word count: 1.5k

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The flight from Naples to Tokyo took fourteen hours, not including the two and a half hour layover in Istanbul, meaning you had sixteen and a half hours to sit in awkward tension-filled silence next to Sam. The tension was one-sided, of course, but it was still agonizing to endure.

You had been able to push your anxiety aside during your last day in Italy because it had been so busy. There had been a power outage in the middle of the night, causing everyone to oversleep and miss the ferry for one of your tours that morning. It had been a scramble to get back on schedule and do as much as possible with the time you had left. The boys had been hungover and their parents were tired of wrangling them. You had dozens of photos on your camera roll of Sam and Harry bickering when they were supposed to be posing for a nice picture, and even more of Tom flicking them off.

But now you were stuck alone with your thoughts, unable to use distraction as a means to escape. You tried reading your book, but found yourself unable to concentrate on the words on the page. After staring at the same paragraph for over fifteen minutes Sam noticed and asked if you were okay and you finally decided to call it quits.

You almost wished the Hollands hadn’t scheduled in a day and a half to adjust to the time zone change. You’d rather exhaust yourself with the nonstop tourist bullshit than have to cope with the reality that you had gotten off to thoughts about your best friend’s brother. Not to mention living with the secret that the same best friend’s brother had kissed you not long before that.

If Sam noticed anything was off, he didn’t mention it. He probably chalked it up to lack of sleep, or perhaps was too tired himself to care.

“Which one of us do you think will be randomly selected in customs today?” Harry asked, stretching his arms above his head.

You were standing in the aisle waiting to deplane, placing bets on who’d get searched by border agents this time. Somehow each time you traveled to a new place one of you was always chosen to get pat down or have your carry-on searched. Tom had yet to be the lucky winner, and you suspected it had something to do with his celebrity status.

“Y/n,” Tom answered easily. “She has the U.S. passport.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like England has a squeaky clean record with Japan.”

“At least we didn’t-”

“Bro, you can’t say the b word on a plane,” Harry interrupted.

“Even when the plane’s on the ground?”

Sam shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Whatever,” Tom continued. “It’s definitely going to be y/n.”

“Would you mind stepping out of line, ma’am?”

You sighed, not even bothering to look back at the boys. You already knew they were grinning like idiots and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. The agent ushered you to the side behind a glass partition, but not before you heard another agent repeat the same question to one of the Hollands. You smiled to yourself, happy not to be the only one singled out.

Behind the privacy screen another agent greeted you and asked you to take your sweatshirt off, explaining that it was too baggy and needed to be checked. You saw other people in baggy clothes who weren’t getting pulled out of line, but assumed they didn’t have the red flag of “U.S. Citizen” printed on their identification that would be cause for any additional suspicion. You complied with the agent’s request and pulled your sweatshirt off for them to further inspect.

You were glad you’d worn a sports bra underneath your sweatshirt because you usually didn’t wear anything underneath them. As soon as your head was out of the pullover you immediately met by Tom’s polite smile.

He averted his eyes as soon as he saw you, pausing his conversation with the official to mumble a quiet ‘sorry’ to you as he was shown to the spot next to yours.

You zoned out as they spoke, only aware of him again when he started unbuckling his belt. You caught his eye this time.

“Forgot to take it off,” he explained.

“Sweatshirt’s too loose.”

You both faced forward as the customs officials proceeded through the motions. You were stuck standing there half-naked with your arms wrapped around your chest self-consciously while an agent pat Tom’s legs down.

“Dad said we can meet them at baggage claim,” Tom said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “They went on without us.”

“Okay,” you squeaked back in response.

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still made you nervous to be alone with Tom. Sam was like a safety blanket, or a buffer between you and him and without him you were afraid it would be painfully awkward.

The woman handed you your sweatshirt back and you had to wait for Tom outside of the screening area. He joined you a minute or so later.

“They find any dirt on you?” you asked from where you were leaning against the wall across from the exit.

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, actually I’m in custody right now. Can’t believe you missed the handcuffs.”

“Man, what’d they get you for?”

“Identity theft,” you sighed.

“Damn, that’s a bummer,” Tom replied, false sympathy rolling off his words.

He cocked his head in the direction the rest of his family had went, indicating that you should get going, and held out a hand to pull you upright. You took it hesitantly and let him help you.

“I was actually hoping you could bail me out?” you went on, continuing with the bit.

Tom made a sound through his teeth and grimaced. “I’m kinda broke right now.”

“Aren’t you an actor?”

“Sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re definitely the guy!”

“You’re thinking of Tom Hiddleston,” he insisted.

“Remember that IOU you gave me? I’m cashing it in now.”

“That’s not how it works!”

You laughed. “No, but if I ever actually get arrested I’m using my IOU to get you to bail me out of jail.”

“I don’t think that a kiss and getting bailed out of prison are comparable, but I didn’t put any conditions on that postcard, did I?”

“Nope!” You smiled happily.

“Well that’s on me, so...”

You took the shuttle together to the other side of the airport where the rest of the Hollands were waiting and finally found them with all of your luggage at the furthest carousel from the entrance.

“It’s about time!” Harry yelled over the crowd as soon as he saw you.

Sam grinned when he saw you and you couldn’t help but grin back. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively and you relaxed into his shoulder, relieved to be with him again. It hadn’t dawned on you until that moment just how attached you were, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the other Hollands were all looking at you expectantly.

“Did everything go okay?” Nikki asked.

Tom nodded. “They made y/n strip, but it was uneventful otherwise.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks burning. “It was just my sweatshirt!” you hissed to Sam.

“Yeah, but you never wear anything under your sweatshirts!” Sam hissed back.

“I had a bra on this time.”

“Oh, so it was just another night at the bar for you?” You wrestled yourself out of Sam’s grasp at that and glared. “Am I wrong?”

Sam’s dad cut in before you could respond. He had a habit of calling “family meetings” in the middle of public spaces to finalize plans and get everybody on the same page, which was always an experience.

“Alright, gather up, gang!” he said, beckoning you all closer. “So we’ll be staying at... this hotel,” he explained and turned his phone around to show you the name of it. “And the thing is, we have two rooms to share between the six of us. One for your mother and I, and another for you four.”

“What?” Sam asked. “You’re going to make us stay with them?”

“I thought we were getting three rooms like every other time,” Tom chimed in.

“We were meant to, but I made a mistake when booking it,” Dom clarified.

“How?”

“The entire website was in Japanese, Sam. I don’t know Japanese!”

“Dad, Google has a translate webpage option!” Harry groaned.

“Well no one told me that while I was booking this entire trip by myself!”

You traded a look with Tom, who looked just as panicked as you felt. But it would only be for a week. You would find a way to manage. You didn’t really have any other option.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Sam tried, forcing a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Dom cheered. “We’ll make it work.”

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writer-ish · 3 years

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Lightning

pairing: mason x detective (grace bennett) word count: 1.5K words | rating: T (language) summary: Mason spends some time with Grace in the library.

For Week 3, Day 2 of @wayhavensummer “Warm in Wayhaven”: Cuddling

a.n. honestly this story got away from me to the point where the prompt didn’t come in as early as i’d wanted it to lolol but i think i still managed to slip it in under the wire asdjfljk 😅

“How much longer?” he asks. Not impatiently, but something a bit more than curious. A question with a purpose.

Her answer can be whatever it is; he just wants to know.

“Mmm.” She thinks it over for a moment, looking up from the book she’s been translating.

It takes her brain a second to shift from Armaic back to English, from a centuries-old civilization back to the present-day, and she hums again, rubbing her eyes from behind her glasses.

These are new.

She’d always prided herself on perfect vision - you need a street sign read from half a kilometre away? Grace Bennett’s your girl. - but these days it was yet another unexpected obstacle presented before her, another hurdle that needed to be overcome.

She hates them, not for the aesthetic of it all, but for the fact that there is now another step between her and whatever goal she needs to achieve. And although she can still read that sign in the distance, the issues arise whenever she tries to focus on a page in front of her - the words jumbling and blurring into something unrecognizable.

Words used to be her comfort. The rhythmic undulation of those letters on a page - in whatever language they happened to be in - clicking slowly into place in her mind, like a key turning in a lock, as she deciphers them symbol by symbol.

Needing glasses to see them now isn’t the worst thing in the world. But Grace isn’t in the mood to be pragmatic. She feels restless, annoyed, angry at nothing and everything all at once. She knows it isn’t just about the glasses. But she’ll be damned if she thinks too hard about all the other things it could be.

“Uh—” She recalls there is a question that needs answering. “I don’t know, to be honest. If I do it properly and get through all the info I wanted to get through, I’m gonna say like…” She looks up at him, cringing slightly. “A couple more hours?”

Part of her wants to add “But that’s okay!” and toss the book aside, standing up to go wherever he wants to take her - likely his bedroom, if she’s being honest with herself.

She holds back, though. The truth is - of course she wants to go with him. She wants to be with him in any capacity he’ll have her.

And that’s the crux of it.

This neediness, this desire for someone that trumps all rational thought, all responsibilities, all other interests and activities—it has to stop.

This isn’t her; it’s never been her. Yet, the minute this man, vampire, whatever, set foot into her life, it was like, all of a sudden, her future got placed on a completely different trajectory. And all that she’d once known is now part of another path—the road she didn’t take. And all that she knows now is uncertainty and risk and—fine, adventure, and possibly even love, and maybe, just maybe, all the things she’s ever dreamed of—but! At the core of it all is one prevailing emotion.

Doubt.

So she bites her tongue, watches his expression as he absorbs her answer.

He’s so good-looking she could die. The word “handsome” is on the tip of her tongue, but it’s not that—it’s more than that. Handsome is too pristine, too soulless. Mason is—a bolt of lightning. Waves crashing on the shore. She can’t think of another way to describe the feeling that passes over her when he enters a room - like the air has expelled from her lungs and it takes a moment to recover.

This is why she has to refuse him.

Even when it’s not truly a refusal. Even when he hasn’t even made a request. It’s a line in the sand that Grace is drawing in her own personal desert. An oasis that she steers clear from, for fear of what dangers may lie within.

“I’ll stay,” he says finally, almost begrudgingly. “Maybe I can convince you to leave sooner…” His tone holds a familiar suggestiveness and her stomach swoops at the possibilities that it evokes even as her mind rebels.

“No,” she says sharply. Too sharply. He blinks at her in surprise and she softens her expression. “I really need to get this done. You don’t have to stay.”

His own expression goes from mild shock to a sort of mulish bemusement. He’s not sure why she’s being snippy, she figures, but it seems as though he plans to stick around regardless. She can tell by the way he crosses his arms, the leather of his jacket creaking slightly as he regards her, narrow-eyed.

“I said I’ll stay,” he repeats, his tone brooking no room for further argument. He sits on the worn couch beside her, the Agency library quiet with just the two of them and the creaks and moans of an old couch and nothing else more scintillating than that.

She tries to concentrate on her work and he tries to let her, she can tell, but he bores easily and apparently a century of life has done nothing to teach him patience.

Still, to his credit, he stays quiet. Just fidgets here and there. Takes off his jacket, lies down, sits up, grabs a book, puts it down, grabs another. Sighs heavily. Sniffs quietly. Examines a loose thread on his pants.

Finally Grace looks over at him through her glasses, eyes adjusting to their new subject. “You don’t have to stay if you’re bored. I’m going to be a little while still.”

“I’m not. Bored,” he clarifies, tapping on her upper lip slightly, almost as though he can’t help himself. “Want to make out?”

“No!” She can’t help the laugh that escapes her. “I told you, I want to finish this so we can figure out what we’re dealing with here.” Then, the acquiescence. She’s so weak. “Another half hour. Max.”

He sighs again, looking away and then looking back more intently. “I like those.”

“Hmm?” She had already lost herself in another translation when he’d spoken again and although she’d heard the words, they took a moment to register. “Like what?”

“These.” He taps the bridge of her nose where her glasses rest. “You look cute. Sexy librarian.”

“Oh, god.” She laughs again, this time self deprecation tainting the sound heavily. “You must be joking.”

He looks genuinely surprised at her words. “No? Why would I be?”

“I just—” Grace may not have confidence in spades but she knows enough to not respond in a way that makes it look like she’s fishing for compliments.

“They’re just taking some getting used to,” she says eventually, clearing her throat and avoiding the urge to push them up the bridge of her nose, already identifying that move as another self-conscious habit to add to the list.

He accepts the answer, though his eyes tell her that he knows there’s more to it. Still, in typical Mason fashion, he doesn’t push. Instead, he drapes his arm over her shoulders and pulls her closer. Instinctively she cuddles into his shoulder, resting heavily against his body.

“Can I make a request?” he says softly against her ear after a beat.

“Yes, I’ll wear the glasses next time we—“

“No.” He laughs. “Well, actually, yes. Please do. But no, what I was going to say was—“ He fidgets again now, but she knows intrinsically it’s not boredom that’s the cause.

“I’ll be quiet and stop moving for your half an hour but you have to stay here,” he says finally, quietly, into her hair - his lips barely moving as though he can pretend the words aren’t coming from his mouth.

But they are and she’s heard them and now she’s confused by his request, because— “Of course I’m staying here, I told you I have to—“

“No,” he says for the second time. “I mean—here.” He squeezes her for emphasis and she finally understands.

He’s asking her to stay where she is, in his arms, snuggled against him while she reads.

It’s the sweetest, most non-sexual request he’s ever made of her and she’s almost at a loss of what to say or do.

Although, of course, once she comes to her senses the answer is a no-brainer.

“Sure,” she says quietly, shifting so that her head rests on his shoulder, and her legs are tucked underneath her. She places her book somewhere between her lap and his thigh and continues to read, this time pointing out words to him, shaping out the sounds and smiling as he carefully repeats them.

“Nate will be so impressed,” she says with a soft smile after one particularly good attempt.

“It’s you who I’m trying to impress, sweetheart.”

The words come out quietly, sincerely, and she knows in that moment, no matter what, she will always be the tree split from the storm.

Struck by lightning.

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all-my-love-for-harry · 4 years

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Watching Twilight with Harry.

summary: y/n forces harry to join her in her Twilight marathon.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none! just tons of fluff

a/n: alright, folks. here’s the result of me going through my Twilight phase again. Enjoy! also, i should turn into a series watching tv with harry lmao

You can find the rest of my masterlist here

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Life was full with guilty pleasures. It could be a movie, a TV show, a food, even a celebrity. Y/N’s guilty pleasure was Twilight. She wasn’t sure why, but there was something about those movies that made her feel all blissful and excited, like she was a teenager all over again. And she enjoyed that.

Enjoyable things was exactly what she needed in order to not lose her mind during lockdown. Two months in and Y/N thought there was nothing else she could do that she hasn’t done already, so it was safe to say she was starting to feel a little trapped

One afternoon, Harry was out getting groceries and some other things they needed for the house and Y/N was just chilling in the living room, waiting for him to come back. As she scrolled down her instagram, she received a message from one of her cousins. It was just an inside joke about how they thought vampires were so cool when they were younger, and as she giggled, her brain clicked.

I wanna watch twilight. She thought.

Without giving it a second thought, Y/N turned on the TV and searched for the movies on Netflix. Deciding she’d watch the first one, she got comfortable on the couch before pressing play.

You see, everybody would agree the first movie of the saga was poorly edited and overall not that great, and although she’d cringe a lot during it, it was hilarious to watch years after it went out.

Y/N was so into the movie, almost drooling over Robert Pattinson, that she didn’t even hear Harry open the front door. “Babe?! I’m home!”

Harry’s voice snapped her out of her focus on the movie. “In the living room!” she answered. The curly-haired man gave her a dimpled smile before running upstairs to take a quick shower. Every time one of them went out of the house, they’d strip out of their clothes and take a shower in one of the guest bathrooms as a precaution.

He came back around twenty minutes later to put the groceries away and after doing so, he went to the couch and left himself fall next to his girlfriend making a ‘plop’ noise. “What are you watching?”

“Twilight.” She said, not taking her eyes off the screen but moving closer to Harry. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, letting her fingers play with his hand without paying much attention.

“The one about the vampires?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, did you ever watch it?” she finally turned to look at him. For a split second he thought about teasing her about watching cringy 2008 cliché movies, but he noticed the way her eyes were light up with excitement, so he decided to shut up.

“I watched the first one, but because of Gemma.” He said. “But never watched the other ones. There’s other ones, right?”

“There’s five of them, and we’re watching them all.”

“Are we now?” He asked, squeezing her a little.

“You just said you’ve never watched the rest, you bet your ass we’ll watch them now.”

“Ugh, fine. Just because I love you.” He cupped her face with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. He planted a sweet kiss on the top of her nose before letting her eyes focus on the screen again.

To be honest, Harry couldn’t care less about what they were watching, but what he did love was the comments Y/N would make during it. She’d throw jokes, make fun of the character’s choices or mannerisms and while some people find it annoying when a person couldn’t shut up during movies, Harry happened to love that about her. He thought that without those little comments here and there, he’d die of boredom.

“Edwards is so cute!” She nearly squealed. “I swear to god he was like, the love of my life when I was fourteen.”

“I think I like the Jacob guy better.” He stated.

“No, you don’t. He gets annoying in the next ones so be prepared.” They kept watching in silence, until Y/N’s favorite scene came out. “God, this was such a cultural reset.”

“Babe, they’re playing… baseball.”

“Iconic.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at the last scene of Bella and Edwards dancing at prom. “Holy shit, that’s awkward babe.”

The first movie ended and Y/N was quick to put the second one and this time, Harry paid a little more attention because he hasn’t seen it before.

“Oh my god, why would he throw her to the freaking wall when he could’ve just pushed the other dude out of the way.” He said.

“Am I right? That was so dramatic.”

They reached the scene where Edward leaves Bella alone in the woods after he told her he didn’t want her anymore. “But he was lying right?”

“Yeah, he did it so she’d forget about him.” She said. “But homegirl was depressed. I swear there’s nothing more Twilight than having life changing conversations in the middle of the woods.”

Y/N cuddled closer to Harry, wrapping one of her arms around his torso. She had to admit New Moon wasn’t her favorite out of the whole saga, but it was just because she didn’t get to see Edward enough, and God knows how much Y/N loves some Edward Cullen screen time. However, Harry was pretty much enjoying himself.

“Of course she went with my man Jacob.” He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows when Y/N looked up at him.

“Oh my god.” She snorted. “I hate that he’s a minor and Bella is already 18.”

“The vampire is like, a hundred years older than her.”

“That’s hot.”

Harry let out a big belly laugh, having a hard time to catch his breath. Now, he couldn’t be jealous of her little teenage crush, and he actually found it quite adorable and hilarious at the same time.

“So she’s trying to get herself killed or something?”

“She’s trying to see Edward.”

“Why?! He felt her alone in the middle of the woods!”

“He thought he was doing the right thing!” She defended. “You know, I actually cried in the theater when I went to watch it. My sister doesn’t let that die.”

“Should I send a video to Molly when you start crying?” He teased.

“Don’t be mean.” She pouted. Harry copied her before pressing his lips on hers gently.

“Look, the vampires are back, yay.”

She giggled but turned back to the television anyway. It was the scene were Alice went back looking for Bella, then there was the scene were Jacob and Bella were alone in the kitchen and the phone rang.

“I hate this part.” She said, clinging into Harry’s arm.

“He made him believe she was dead.” Harry’s lips went into an ‘o’ shape, surprised. “Is he going to kill himself?”

“That’s his plan. Keep watching.” She told him. “God, poor Edward looked so bad.”

“Ooh, I like that car.” Harry pointed at the yellow Ferrari Alice stole in Italy. “Should we get a car like that?”

“To keep it in the garage until we can go out again?”

“I won’t be needing your services after all, gentlemen.” They heard Edward said.

“He says that like he was ordering his own murder on postmates.” Y/N scoffed, making her boyfriend laugh.

“Oh my god, he flies.” Harry said when the vampires started fighting and Edward was sent to the other side of the room.

They were reaching the end of the movie, were Bella made the Cullens vote to see if she’d become a vampire or not.

“If I were a vampire, would you turn into one for me?” Harry asked suddenly.

“Why are you the vampire? I have the most knowledge.”

“Baby, Twilight knowledge is not vampire knowledge.” He pinched her cheek.

“Whatever.” She scoffed. “And of course I’d do it. You’d be a pretty grumpy vampire if I wasn’t with you.” She gave him a playful smile.

“True.”

It was the last scene. Bella, Jacob and Edward were in to woods again, and the two men were going to start a fight.

“… Don’t make me choose, because it’ll be him. Is always been him.”

“Girl, same.” Y/N said.

“Heeeey.” Harry furrowed his eyebrows playfully.

Y/N put her hand on Harry’s thigh, knowing what was coming next.

“He’s gonna do it.” She squealed.

“Do what?”

“I have one condition, if you want me to do it myself. And then forever. Marry me, Bella.”

“Hell yes.”

“It ends like that?” He asked.

“Yep. Imagine having to wait another year to watch the next one.”

“Didn’t you read the books? You knew what’s gonna happen.”

“I mean, yeah. But what’s the fun in it if I can’t see Robert Pattinson’s face?”

“Alright, that’s enough for today.” He took the remote from her hands and hid it behind his back.

“Give it back, we have to watch the next one!”

“All I’m seeing is my girlfriend thirsting over a bloody vampire!”

“C’mon, I’m thirsty over you too.” She rolled her eyes.

“Now we’re talking.” Harry came closer to her so their faces were only inches away. He looked down to her lips then back to her eyes, smirking when he noticed her blushing. “You’re not too bad yourself, love.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He chuckled, giving her back the remote but not without stealing a little kiss from her. He went out of the couch and Y/N protested immediately. “Lemme go to the bathroom first, woman!”

“Don’t take too long, we still have work to do!”

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outerjjbx · 3 years

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Ship: jjpope/mayward

Words: 1.5k (multichap, i’ll be posting the first chapter here and the rest on ao3)

Ao3 link: right here

Summary: library au. pope works at the library, and jj asks for help studying.

Pope likes his job.

He does, really. It’s just- frustrating, sometimes. The stupid teenagers; the mountains of books the owner makes him stay behind to stack; that musty smell that makes him sneeze every three seconds. It can be okay, of course. He’s always loved books, and he’s always dreamed of working at a library. It just isn’t what he expected.

Between college, studying, and taking care of his dumbass roommate, he hardly has enough time for work. After the first week, the ‘wow-I-work-at-a-library-and-this-is-straight-out-of-a-romance-novel’ magic wore off, and was replaced with stress, dust, and piles of unsorted books. And, worst of all, other students from his school come in constantly, and all he can do is keep his head down and pray they don’t see him.

Pope, unfortunately, is not a very lucky person.

He’s just about ready to die when he hears his name get called by someone he definitely recognises. The blonde from his history class is sitting at a table in the corner, waving him over. Pope feels his stomach churn uncomfortably as he approaches, his hands growing sweaty as he take’s JJ’s appearance in. His eyelashes are highlighted by the sun, much like his hair, and his bruised knuckles are flexing as his fingers strum nervously against the table. Pope's mouth is dry. He fucking hates how attracted he is to this guy.

“Hey, P,” JJ smiles- all teeth, no eyes. Fake for the sake of charm. “I didn’t know you work here.”

Pope grimaces. “Enough with the nicknames, please.”

“Isn’t Pope already a nickname?” JJ grins, bringing a beaten up pen to his lips and leaning back in his chair. He lifts his foot up to the table to balance himself, the action striking the other’s blood cold.

“No feet on the table,” Pope almost-sneers, swiping at the blond’s boots. “You aren’t even reading anything. Why are you here?”

JJ holds a hand to his heart. “I’m totally reading.” He reaches across the table, picking up an old-looking textbook for their history class. “Studying, actually. Why don’t you join me?”

Pope narrows his eyes. “Seriously? Bye, JJ.”

“Wait!” the blond calls as Pope turns. “I need help studying, okay? I came here for some quiet, but I can’t concentrate. I just- I’m gonna fail midterms if I don’t get this done. I’m already behind in, like, a bajillion classes. Please, man.”

Pope pauses. “If you wanna pass, you should stop fucking around in class. I see you with John B in the back. You’re super annoying, by the way. Some of us are here to, like, get college degrees, so we can get jobs. We’re not all trust-fund sons here on Daddy’s money.”

“I’m not rich, if that’s what you’re implying,” JJ scoffs, looking almost offended.

Pope shakes his head. “No way you got here on a scholarship.”

“Okay, I won’t take any offence from that,” JJ says. “You make a fair point. The dean paid for my tuition. A special, 100% discount. Just for me.”

Pope furrows his eyebrows. “What, did you blackmail her? Did you sell her meth or something?”

“She’s my mom, dude. Chill,” JJ laughs.

Pope tries to ignore the way his stomach flutters when JJ laughs. “So you are rich,” he deadpans.

JJ rolls his eyes. “Nah, she just owes me. I grew up in North Carolina, in the Outer Banks. Right in the shitty part, like the lucky bastard I am.”

Pope can’t help the way that piques his interest. “Really? I grew up on the coast there, I visited the Outer Banks a few times.” He shuffles his feet, his posture relaxing by the tiniest degree. “How is your mom the dean here, though? She’s been at this school, for, like, decades.”

“Fifteen years, actually,” JJ corrects, pointing a finger. “Can you help me study now? I’ll put a good word in with my mom. Then you can, like, be at the top of all your classes and fulfil all your nerdy dreams. What do you even wanna be?”

“A mortician,” Pope replies. “I’m really into forensic scien-“

“A mortician?” JJ interrupts, a laugh strung along with his words. “What the fuck? That’s the grossest shit ever. I thought morticians were people who just, like, failed at being real-people doctors.”

Pope grits his teeth. “Dead people are real people. It’s a respectable and interesting science. You probably wanna be a MacDonald’s worker or something, anyway.”

“A MacDonald’s worker?” JJ scoffs, holding a hand to his chest “Pope, I’m offended! Am I not currently attending this prestigious university? The very same one that you attend?”

Pope raises his eyebrows, his head tilting downwards. “Yeah, but my mom isn’t the dean. I think we got in for vastly different reasons.”

“Vastly different- Pope! Why must you injure me so? My pride, it’s just… falling apart, at your very feet!” JJ exclaims, throwing his head back and rocking in his chair. He pauses, palm resting upwards on his forehead in a dramatic pose. “Will you pick it up for me? It’s just- it’s right over there. I don’t think I could manage.” He motions to the floor, where the sun highlights a soft rainfall of dust.

Pope scowls. “Fuck you, JJ. You can study by yourself.” He turns on his heel, his blood pumping unsteadily in his ears.

He hears a clatter behind him. “Wait, Pope! Shit, one second-” there’s another few crashes, sounds Pope doesn’t want to dignify with his eyes. “Pope, man, come on. Do me a favour.” JJ pauses, the library falling silent for one small, sweet moment. “Please?”

Pope presses his palms to his eyes and exhales sharply before turning around. “Why should I help you? You’re annoying, you’re rude, you don’t care about school-” he looks past JJ’s shoulder, where his chair is tipped over next to a pile of fallen books. “-and you’ve made a mess in my library, that I have to clean up.”

“I’ll clean that up. I promise.” As if to prove it, JJ takes a step back, without actually doing anything to fix the mess.

Pope blinks, unimpressed and growing more frustrated by the second. “Why do you even need help?”

JJ stares for a moment, eyes trailing along the shelf behind Pope’s head, as if avoiding his gaze. “I’m dyslexic.”

Pope nearly laughs. “So? Dysexic people can read. And study. I don’t see the problem.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t-” JJ pauses, motioning vaguely with his hand. “I didn’t, like, learn how to.”

Pope tilts his head. He’s trying his best to look condescending, but he’s afraid he’s failing miserably. “Your mother is the dean. The college has plenty of resources that can help you more than I can. Your old schools should have, too.”

“My old schools?” JJ repeats, eyebrows raised. “Pope, bro, you should know me well enough to know I never went there. And my mom doesn’t know, so I can’t use the ‘resources’ she apparently has anyway.”

Pope scoffs. “Your mom, the dean, doesn’t know that you’re dyslexic? Are you seriously making a learning disorder up just to annoy me?”

“I am not!” JJ exclaims, brow furrowing. A few strands of hair fall in front of his eyes, making Pope’s mouth go dry. “I was diagnosed in, like, the third grade. But my mom doesn’t know. And she can’t know.”

“Why not?” Pope asks. His voice catches, and he’s ready to drop dead if he doesn’t compose himself.

JJ waves his hand. “It doesn’t matter. But I have to pass if I wanna stay here. Can you just- help me out? Just this once?” He interlocks his fingers, twisting them uncomfortably, his purple knuckles flexing as his fingers twist. “I won’t bother you again. I promise.”

Pope considers running away for a moment. Just- running away. Turning on his heel and abandoning his responsibilities. But he’s getting paid minimum wage to be here, in this too-loud, too-messy, too-annoying library, and he’s worked hard for it. To be at this school, to be in this very building.

And JJ, the apparent son of the dean, wouldn’t be a bad person to get behind. Perhaps he’s annoying as he is blonde, and his eyes are prettier than they should be, and his stupid, worn-out boots make Pope want to stomp like a misbehaving child, but he’s the son of the dean, and Pope wouldn’t mind being on her good side.

“Will you put in a good word for me? To your mom?” he asks. He may as well take advantage of the opportunity.

JJ seems taken aback. “Yeah! Yeah, of course, of course. I’ll tell her all about you, put a good word in. And you’ll help me?”

Pope sighs. He clenches his teeth, jaw working as he hesitates to reply. After a considerable silence, he speaks. “Fine. But- don’t be annoying, okay? And stop rocking in your chair, you’ll break it.”

JJ grins, eyes sparkling, and runs a hand through his hair. “Great, man. I have my history book with me now, but if you’re still working I can, like, chill out. Or whatever.” He smiles, properly this time, like he’s been saving it until now.

Pope is definitely going to regret this.

#jjpope #mayward #television #writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #obx #obx2 #obx jj #outer banks #pope #obx pope

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zhuhongs · 3 years

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Since rewatching the guardian drama after reading the novel has made me mad about how bad and good both of them are I am Obligated to write out a list of what I think the perfect merger btw both versions of canon are. This will be in list format otherwise I’ll end up writing like 6k words again.

TLDR: the genre stays as supernatural from the novel and not Sci fi, bc that was rlly not fleshed out well. Shen Wei is a ghost king, and all the dixingren are ghosts or demons like originally intended. The ghost race naturally exists and wasn't born from kunluns shoulder fire or anything. They just exist separate from humans. Not all ghosts are former humans, some people are just born as ghosts, like Shen Wei. Zhao Yunlan has the guardian whip and all the cool stuff that comes with the Guardian order. Overall, i’d keep the novel’s plot and relationship progression and ending without the backstory. Instead the backstory is a merger of both canons. From the drama I’d keep the characterization and themes as well as like half the extra cases and omit the other half.

I’ll be elaborating much further on my ideal backstory and other stuff under the cut bc the rest is 1.5k and I don’t wanna clog the dash

Okay SO In my ideal backstory there are two timelines just like the drama but the mythology of the book. The god Kunlun is actually zyl that went back in time and became a god. But the one that went back isn’t the current Zhao Yunlan. There has to be an original timeline where the god Kunlun never existed. Thus the great seal nor the separation of the three realms don’t exist either. Zhao Yunlan must go back in time to become a god, meet Shen Wei in the past, and create the current timeline where the separation exists but isn’t perfect. The current timeline is the one that the majority of the series takes place in.

In the original timeline, Zhao Yunlan is just some dude living in a world where ghosts, fairies, and all other beings just live in a giant free for all and it's kinda just a mess.

Like there’s government in modern context and all and all races live with each other but there's constant tension. ZYL works at some equivalent of the SID (same staff and side characters, but novel vers. Lin Jing is a monk, CSZ a zombie, etc) to protect people and all that and their job is rather hard. One day encounters the thousands year old ghost king Wei (who isnt shen wei yet bc zyl gave him that name in the future) who works alone as like a rouge cultivator of sorts. He lives on the surface undercover as a professor still bc he’s trying to not catch Yezun’s attention but does all the stuff he normally does as Heipaoshi. The two ally together for a case and bc they both have the same goals of getting all races to live in peace. At current, there are forces working together to decimate the human race, all lead by Yezun

As they work together they become closer and all that. Shen Wei tells him about how he was unable to prevent the great war 5 thousand years ago and neither could the gods so he’s spent the past 5 thousand years trying to make up for it. As they search for ways to stop Yezun, they gather the 4 hallows and learn how to use them to manipulate time so ZYL can go into the past and stop the great war and separate the three realms (living, dead, ghost). Shen Wei wants to go back with him but he can’t because he was alive all those years ago so if he goes back it will create a paradox. ZYL promises he’ll find Shen Wei in the past and create a timeline where they could be together in peace (that is the current timeline)

When goes back he becomes the god kunlun because there needed to be a new god born at the time to prevent the war. Also this time traveller looked promising to Nuwa, Fuxi, and Shennong. And I know in the guardian universe gods are usually born and ppl don’t become gods. EXCEPT this can happen when a god passes on smth from their body onto them bc that did happen in the novel with Kunlun making shen wei a demigod. And since fu you and ma gui are supposed to be gods Nu Wa and Fuxi I think that when they die, they should make ZYL a god and that's how this stuff happens.

So like ZYL explains to the gods the time he came from and how he wants to save everything and they make him a god and he works to save everything just like he did in the drama but this time with the novel plotline. During this time he meets young Shen Wei (he’s still like a hundred or so years old) and they get close and all the stuff from the backstory happens. He gives him his name, all that good stuff. The entire time doesn’t let him know that he’s from the future or that his real name is ZYL. He just poses as kunlun.

The two of them alongside the other gods (who still die at the times they do in the novel) work together to end the war and establish the great seal and set up the cycle of reincarnation, per the current timeline. Although the seal and cycle of reincarnation aren’t perfect. Gods can’t reincarnate, and ghosts still don’t have souls. And just like the novel, doing all of this kills ZYL bc it takes a lot of energy to create the seal even though it isn’t perfect.

Shen Wei of course doesn’t want ZYL to die and zyl says it's alright because he fixed the timeline so there must One day they will meet again and ZYL reveals the truth about the timeline to shen wei before he dies. This becomes the promise that Shen Wei mentions to meet again. Before he dies, ZYL gives him the shoulder fire as a memento ( i still like the candy wrapper necklace deal but i’ll take this too. Maybe both.. The pendant is still just rlly cool.. Gay ppl)

Shen Wei knows gods can’t enter the cycle of reincarnation and still makes the deal with Shennong to strip Kunlun of his godhood and let him reincarnate. This sets us into the novel timeline where isn’t allowed to meet any of zyl’s reincarnations before he becomes zyl otherwise he will die and also fuck up the timeline. The same 5 thousand years of pining still ensue bc Gay Ppl and i love making Shen Wei suffer but he doesn’t have the shrine room thing bc i think thats weird and yea.. Bad.

In the meantime Shen Wei does a lot of things mostly just protecting the great seal and working for Hell to keep the peace but still does other stuff. He still watches out for ZYL’s reincarnations but doesn’t do much besides make sure they don’t die a premature death. They meet again finally at the beginning of the series and the timeline resumes like canon. And that's my master plan that merges both drama logic and novel logic while making a much better timeline. (I hope that makes some sense)

Da Qing is still Kunlun’s pet cat and important. Novel backstory applies to him. And I already mentioned him kinda but as for Yezun (Gui Mian in the novel) his deal is similar as in the drama but just a ghost. And he is a big player in the great war, he thought Shen Wei abandoned him as a kid but they were just separated. Shen Wei doesn’t know it's him till the end of the war and couldn’t stop him in the OG timeline and vows to bring him to justice and make amends. Shen Wei continuously tries to explain things to him but he just won’t listen and is imprisoned in hell bc yk… war criminal stuff and yeah he’s the main antagonist trying to break the great seal bc he’s still made about the past. Idk. Yezun wasn’t well written in the novel OR the drama so like… honestly he just needs to be completely rewritten and I don’t care enough about that. He can just be a weak villain idk

the drama characterization stays the same for everyone else bc found family go brr. However for Lao Chu i… hmm… i think he should still be a zombie but the reason he killed someone should be related to his brother. I like that addition and then shen wei realized his sentence was unjust and exempted him. i like that storyline merger. bc the brother thing and him admiring Heipaoshi was drama only. in the novel lao chu just murdered some kid for a rlly whatever reason.

uhhh in terms of the cases… id make adjustments to most of them. i think the li qian case should be like the drama bc the novel just had her as a murderer and it was boring.

For the mountain river awl one was fine… novel version was funnier and more interesting action wise tbh… rip zyl and his exorbitant flirting. uhhh the whole reveal that shen wei was the soul reaper thing was kinda… ehh in the novel but i did love the comedy of afterwards Shen Wei pretending he went into cardiac arrest when he actually just… has no pulse bc he's a ghost.

ID KEEP THE WORTH IT SCENE AND RAIN SCENE… THOSE FUCK SO HARD… I love the drama for adding those every damn day. the novel version of zyl losing his sight sucked and was sooo boring. Keep the drama version on that.

also id keep dr. cheng. i'm very pro dr. cheng and her friendship with shen wei it adds so much to his character imo. keep the fruit seller man and his wife for the merit brush..omg it adds SO MUCH the way the drama did it.. like the drams build up with the novels pace of that arc.. mwah. it felt like it dragged a bit in the drama but if it went faster and without the hospital ep and with sha ya (sorry sha ya) that would've been so good. tho keep novel version of da qings memory loss and lao li. that was rlly impactful.

id say keep some of the cases like the mirror one, the eyes doctor one, etc. just to like.. yk have more to fill in general.. novel pacing but drama characterization without the bs that wasn't fully realized. and novel ending ofc. And that’s it!!

I hope most of this makes some amount of sense but it probably doesn’t. In my head it all tracks but like ik most of u don’t know anything about the novel so this sounds like gibberish. Also I know this would literally never happen but this is MY ideal merger of the two canons that I feel compelled to expand on for some reason. Anyways, as io said,, we need to rebuild guardian. Like literally let me and the mutuals write Guardian and it will be 500 times better.

#🐌.txt #镇魂 guardian #as always... if anyone wants to ask me any questions abt this or guardian in general... pls do.. my mind goes brrrrrr #guardian meta

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Hidden Gems

James Bond x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: death

Author’s Note: Hi love! Sorry this took so long but I ended up liking it. All it took was some good old fashion angst to make me back in the groove. I hope you like (?) this!

Italics are flashbacks

Requested: by @bbhimbf, hi!!~ I just found your blog and I wanna ask – can you write some angst with Bond x reader?? Like, I want to read something that makes me cry and I really like your style of writing so 👉🏻👈🏻

Summary: the request!

Genre: angst

Song: the way I loved you by selena gomez

I don’t own these characters.

(not my gif)

Meeting James Bond was as everyone expected it to be. He was cold but handsome, witty and skilled. There was nothing that should have surprised you about it but you remember meeting him like it was only yesterday when in truth it had been more like three years.

Your bookshop was small. You didn’t own it or even work at it but you spent enough time there that you were pretty sure when the owners did die they were going to pass it on to you.

James was only out because he was so used to being out. Now that he was on a weird probation period he had to get out and do something. He didn’t usually sight see when he traveled but here he was, in a small looking dusty book store that he had barely even seen before. The dust made the air heavy. It was quite a gloomy day outside, the clouds hanging over the outside buildings making people feel worse than they should.

You were standing near the front, flipping through a book between two close shelves. It was pretty cramped in there and he almost ran into you because he wasn’t paying attention.

“Oh! I’m sorry,” you said, laughing a little bit as you did so. You looked up at his eyes and was nearly knocked down at the sight of them. You had always had a thing for those types of blue eyes. He shook his head.

“No worries, it was my fault. I’ve never been in here before,” he admitted. He wasn’t sure why he had said that but it was already past his lips when he thought about it. You raised your eyebrow.

“It’s a hidden gem. I’m glad you decided to come in.”

He looked at you, holding your book with an air around you that seemed lighter than anything he had seen in quite some time.

“Me too.”

You gave him your number that day and he took it without hesitation which wasn’t really a surprise. You read him as a ladies man and there wasn’t much that you wanted to be done about that so you just let whatever was gonna happen happen.

Your fingers brushed the ring that was around your finger as you looked up at the building. It was glistening in the little sun that managed to peek through the majority of the gloomy clouds. You had heard so much about it, you thought that it would be more than it was.

Just a building.

You and James had been going out for a little over a year now. He had even proposed naively and you accepted just as naively. There wasn’t even a date set because of his work but you knew that it would happen. You wanted it to happen.

You knew most of what he did because he had told you. He trusted you.

You thought he trusted you.

“It’s just another job. You don’t have to worry,” he promised. You were sitting, your legs crossed in front of you, on the bed. He was standing by the dresser, loading a gun and turned away from you.

“I have a bad feeling about it,” you muttered. James turned around just enough to see you and then fully so that he could walk over to where you sat. You looked up at him and he put his hands on your cheeks, a rare smile on his face.

“Do you know who I am?” he teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t do it-”

“Bond.”

“James-”

“James Bond.” You laughed and had to admit he had made you feel a little better but he hadn’t ceased the feeling. You weren’t sure about wherever he was going. You never were but especially now.

“You’ll be safe yeah?” “Of course.” He sat down beside you and you put your head on his chest. He put his head on yours and leaned down to kiss your forehead. You hummed and smiled, moving up to kiss him.

You smiled against the kiss and he did as well, leaning you back slowly on to the bed.

You had gotten a call that morning about James. It wasn’t from James which was red flag number one.

You shook out your hair and took a step forward into the large building the phone call had directed you to go to. You walked to the front desk, your hands nervously playing with each other. She looked up at you and her face fell.

“Bonds girl?” You nodded, trying to keep your face neutral and lacking the worry you were feeling.

“Yes.” Your voice was weaker than you had intended it to be.

“Have a seat, someone will be with you in a moment.”

The look she gave you was obviously reeking of pity. You had wished it would just be dismissive.

You sat done in one of the empty chairs and thought about what James had told you about his job. You just wanted him to be alright. That was all you were allowed to think right then. He was going to come out to surprise you.

Unfortunately when someone came out of the stuffy back rooms it wasn’t James. You perked up but immediately fell back down emotionally.

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“You should come with me.” You nodded and followed you down the hallway. It seemed to last forever. Finally you came to one of the last rooms and wondered if you should have just stayed at home.

“We normally don’t do this but James wanted us to make an exception.” She gestured to the chair and desk in the small lonely room. There was a laptop open there that showed a black screen.

“What is this?” you asked but sat down anyway. She clicked one of the keys on the keyboard and then turned to leave. You hated how secretive it was, how they couldn’t just come at and say it.

The screen lit up and James’ face lit up the screen. He was disheveled more than usual, his suit half undone and a loud commotion going on behind the wall he was sitting in front of.

“Hey!”

You laughed a little and messed with your ring some more.

“Hi,” you muttered. It was clearly a pre recorded video but you felt better saying it, like you were having a conversation.

“I should have listened to you, I know.” He gave you a charming side smile. “I don’t know if I’m gonna make it out of this one princess.” You looked down at the ground and felt the tears well up in your eyes but tried to ignore them as best as you could. “I just wanted to record this because I wanted to tell you to buy that book store because I know you were undecided about it.” You shook your head and every time you tried to look up at him you couldn’t because then you saw his face. “And that I love you. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved.”

You looked him in his eyes as he was silent, looking into the camera as though he could see straight into your soul. You put your hand on the side of the computer and smiled meekly at him through the tears.

“And even if you’re watching this and I’m…” he paused, a shot behind him, “I’m gone. I’ll always love you. Because you were my hidden gem Y/N.”

The camera cut off and you put your head in my hands. You heard the door open but didn’t look up.

“You can’t speak of this to anyone. According to record he didn’t exist.”

You let yourself cry for a moment and just feel it. Really feel it.

“My family knew him. What do I say to them?” you asked, sobbing. The lady looked at you for a minute and then moved forward and put her hand on your shoulder.

“You loved each other and he died.”

You supposed she was right.

You did love each other.

And now he was dead.

Daniel Craig: @records-and-stardust

James Bond: @captured-memory

#James bond x reader #James bond imagines

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way-veee · 4 years

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yān yǔ

rating: m

genre: romance, fluff, comedy, wayv being absolute crackheads

word count: 1.5k +

pairing: reader x wayv

pt. 1

“a week!”

“actually, its two, they’ll be here for one and then you’ll go to china for one.”

“i cant! i have a coverage report due wednesday, not to mention school work. there’s no way i can be following idols around for one-”

“two.”

“two weeks!”

“look y/n, you’re our youngest and best reporter. this could be our breakthrough to younger audiences. please do this for the company.”

you feel guilt pile in your stomach. you knew that you had to do this for them. a news agency having coverage like this could be huge.

“all hotel and travel expenses are covered by us and SM.”

you hold your breath.

“fine, okay, i’ll do it.”

you shake your head as your manager jumps in the air. you cant believe you were going to do something as crazy as this. god you hated celebrities, and now you’re gonna live like one.

“y/n-”

you look up sharply at your manager who is nervously introducing you to wayv’s manager. you spaced out after they started talking about the logistics of your reporting, because you really didnt care.

“yes, its great to meet you sir,”

you bow quickly and give your manager a slight nod as you walk to the car that will take you to wayv. she holds two thumbs up in the air in support. she looks excited but you can tell she’s nervous, you always find a way too mess things up. and she knows that more than most people.

“ so miss, i have your itinerary for our time in osaka, the briefing for bejiing will happen shortly after arrival.”

the uptight manager says more logistical boring things, and you of course tune him out, quickly scanning through the day plan. you weren't looking forward to most of it, even meeting the boys isn’t something you look forward too. you know how snobby celebrities can be, especially to news reporters.

the car pulls up to the big industrial quarters twenty minutes later. you leisurely exit the van into the sunny osaka afternoon, in no rush to meet the idols you had to follow for weeks. you walk into the cool building as a flurry of security checks and beeps go off, scanning everyone. you shake another managers hand as he guides you to the briefing room where the boys are in a meeting.

“i’m so happy for this opportunity. i think the public will really enjoy a look at the boys everyday lives through the eyes of a regular person.”

you’re not sure if he meant that as a backhanded comment, so you try to ignore it.

“yes, i’m also glad that as a reporter, i have such an easy assignment. i expect i wont have much to write about so i look forward to resting.”

he opens up his mouth in shock as you smirk, continuing to walk down the hall. you never were good at keeping quiet.

a door swings open in front of you and you’re now looking into a room full of business men mulling over graphs and data. you were severely under dressed wearing a loose sweater with your hair tied back. but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

“sorry to interrupt,” the same man from the car ride says. “but the reporter for the day in the life project is here.”

he slowly gestures to you as you glide into the room shaking everyone's hands, charming them with a smile as fake as ever.

“i’m so happy to be here, being able to work with such people will be quite and experience.”

you glance over at the boys after you finish reciting the speech you had been practicing in the car. the seven of them sit eerily straight, dressed in suits restricting movement up to their necks. their faces are caked in makeup so expertly and effectively you couldn’t even see their true expressions.

you shudder at the thought of these “boys”. the room stays silent, so you take this as your cue to leave.

you could hear them all laugh after you left and your face reddens at the thought of those men making fun of you.

this was going to be a long two weeks.

“your quarters are going to be right near the boys so you can have quick access to them for any early morning or late night installments. keep in mind that the boys are very busy and need lots of sleep and limited distractions to perform well on the stage.”

you look over at the uptight man that is leading you across the street to your living arrangement. this man probably made choices for wayv that the boys had no say in.

it disgusted you.

but you decided to make today a day where you didnt yell at people, or at least certain people.

the second you got into the room you take a warm shower and sit on the semi hard mattress in your well worn pajamas. you didnt have the energy so late at night to do homework so you watch tv and read one of the books you brought. then you hear a crash outside that startles you.

you didnt know how long you’ve been in here but it must’ve been over two hours. you quietly creep to your door and open it, only to see a yoga ball fly past your door and crash into the plaster wall. then you hear heinous screams and footsteps.

you fling open your door in anger, only to notice wayv staring back at you, mid whatever they were doing.

they looked so different from before that you barely even recognized them. barefaced, with messy hair and baggy pajamas. their body language is so much more relaxed and natural. they look so happy and normal it startles you.

“oh. we’re sorry” kun says just as surprised as you. “we didn’t know anyone else was staying here.”

you stare at them open mouthed. “were you guys just playing… with yoga balls?”

kun’s eyes shift over to a messy utility room filled with gym equipment.

“we call it zhuā zhù, sǐ, “ henderey says excitedly getting up off the ground from where yangyang had pinned him, “it means.”

“catch or die?”

you respond, confused on why seven grown men would throw yoga balls around while tackling each other to the ground.

they’re confused on why you look so upset and mad.

“you know chinese?”

henderey responds even more shocked then before. you shake your head slowly.

it stays silent for a while until kun ushers to their quarters and says,

“well we should get going, we have a busy schedule tomorrow-”

“but we have to do the finals still!” you hear yangyang whisper into the leaders ear.

lucas then proceeds to punch yangyang in the lower back. that shuts him up really fast.

“umm yes sure, i’ll see you guys tomorrow then,” you say before closing your door to one of the weirdest displays you’ve seen so far.

how could the boys switch from being so manufactured to so normal? it scared you and made you mad. you have no idea how you’re gonna write a report on wayv without making SM look bad.

you didnt worry about it for long though, because a well deserved sleep washes over you. you would’t think about that until far into tomorrow.

the boys decided not to sleep just yet, instead they stayed up discussing the weird female reporter that would be following them around for two weeks.

“why do you think she was so mad at us?” yangyang questions.

“mad? that was just disgust.” xiaojun quips back.

“maybe she was just overwhelmed,”

kun offers, though the boys don’t believe that and they keep bickering about you.

“how is she a reporter? she looks like she hasn’t even graduated yet!”

“yangyang you haven’t either!”

winwin says while punching yangyang in the shoulder. yangyang growls in response and tries to grab winwin until kun pulls them apart.

“she might be acting weird because we’re famous,” ten says, easily making his conspiracy seem like the truth.

“she could be in love with us, or a super fan. maybe she’s never been around famous people before!”

they talk for a while longer, discussing the anomaly that is you. but soon they also fall asleep too, tired from today’s advertising meeting.

neither you nor the boys knew how tomorrow would play out, and how different the both of you will seem.

pt 2

#wayv #wayv smut #wayv kun #wayv lucas #wayv winwin #wayv xiaojun #wayv ten #wayv yangyang #wayv hendery #wayv x reader

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jupiterjunebug · 5 years

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heyyyyyy you said to ask you bout them hcs about the councils war crimes.... and this is me..... asking away.... blease give me the hcs.... blease...

i was going to write like 200 words but here I am. here i am with a 1.5k word fuckin. Essay with multiple citations. Under cut because I Apologize For Being Like This.

Alright buckle in motherfuckers it’s time for my long andprobably fuckin’ stupid waxing poetic abt the political ramifications ofsylvains current…everything.

“But the worse that things got in Sylvain, because of thehumans, the stricter their laws got. And today they got some pretty draconianlaws in effect governing who can and can’t live there. And the outcasts, wellthey don’t really got anywhere to go.” That’s Mama, in the third episode ofAmnesty, talking about how sylphs ended up at Amnesty in the first place.

We never get an answer as to what EXACTLY “draconian” means. @transagentstern theorizes it’s in the form of a one child policy (hence whydani’s on earth, she has a brother), someone else said it might be a form ofsubspecies racism, my person hc both joking and serious is everyone got ousted forshit like jaywalking and littering. Either way, we’re first introduced to thelaws of sylvain as “they’ll take any opportunity to throw someone off the boatif it means it sinks slower.”

Then we meet Janelle and Vincent, who are NICE, and we meetwoodbridge who’s an ass, and we meet Alexandra who thinks Aubrey should go die.Woodbridge and Alexandra both Don’t Like Humans, but Woodbridge is so goddamnforgettable I deadass forgot he was a character until I started reading ficwhere he got brought up, and Alexandra’s the “im eleven so shut the fuck up”meme and also never onscreen.

The ones onscreen are Janelle and Vincent! Who are nice!Janelle mentor-figures Aubrey despite not having time, and Vincent asks forDVDs of human shut cuz he likes them, and it’s all good. It’s all jokes.

They’ve got some pretty draconian laws in effect.

It would be easy to blame all those laws on Woodbridge, whohates humans, and whose title as “Minister of Preservation” could be taken as“guy in charge of this awful triage situation.” You could blame it on Alexandraor the past Interpreters, and say that whatever they’re interpreting boileddown to “tell all the people that snowboard without a license that they have toleave.” You could say that “today” doesn’t mean they passed the WORST of thelaws recently, but that 200 years ago the laws were shit and they just got MOREshit recently (I do say this, actually, more on that later). That would meanit’s not even the current ministers faults! I mean, except maybeeee Woodbridge cuzhe’s a ghost and his “business” to finish before passing on might deadass besitting at sylvains sickbed until it dies or a miracle cure comes in.

Even if they didn’t make all the laws, even if they didn’tmake ANY of the laws, they still enforce them. Vincent might have a good funconvo with Aubrey about Shrek, but he and Woodbridge and the Interpreter andHell probably Indrid when he was around to some degree, and Janelle who isn’tblameless even if she was too busy reading her books to really pay attention atthe trials. They all still enforce them.

Like I said, this is an awful triage situation. It’s hard,living on a planet that’s in its death throes. They have to do something to keep people alive as longas possible, even if they AND all of the people on sylvain KNOW that it’sfutile you can’t just give up. But, you know, establishing a dictatorship whereyou can get exiled for reasons Mama considers “draconian,” well that’s. That’skinda. It’s not QUITE a war crime, and I’m not sure how else they would’vesolved the issue, but that’s the backdrop of this situation. Sure, Janelle andVincent are nice, but they or one of vincent’s subordinates were probablypersonally responsible for jake coolice getting ousted from sylvain, or atleast they didn’t stop woodbridge from doing it.

OK so step one is “we’re kicking half of our population out,we need to do this, this is the lesser of two evils.” Step two is “where do wesend them?”

The only option other than Earth or execution that I canthink of would be The Corrupted Lands. Now, kneejerk reaction is Earth soundscomparatively awesome for the exiles, yeah? Death is death, and The CorruptedLands would be WORSE than death cuz you end up infected with the Quell and allthat junk. At least on Earth you don’t end up, like, losing your entirepersonality and goi-

Barclay: Anotherday or so and we’re gonna start losing the stuff that we know and love aboutour friends Dani and Jake and Moira and the whole team here. So, as quick aspossible would be better.

Ned: What do youmean “losing stuff”? Are they gonna start dyin’!?

Barclay:Eventually, but before that happens they’re gonna start going a little bit…well, I guess, feral is the word.

Wow thanks for that reminder, this convo from Amnesty ep. 10that just started playing in the room all by itself. That’s right! Sylphs thatdon’t have crystals (like Indrid does, and Barclay is shown holding in thefirst ep, and we know do SOMETHING bc Indrid’s fine and Barclay doesn’t includehimself when talking about ppl going feral. So either that or somethingsomething Indrid and Barclay aren’t sylphs that’d be a whole ‘nother hc post imstopping that here) spend days slowly losing their will to live, then becomeuncontrollably violent, and then die!

But that won’t happen and the council knows that becauseAmnesty Lodge exi-

“-And the outcasts, well they don’t really got anywhere togo.” Thanks Mama. The Lodge wasn’t built on Sylvain’s orders. Every gateprobably DOESN’T have a convenient hotspring that prevents people from losingtheir goddamn minds, because look at that phrasing. They don’t have anywhere togo. The Council had no PLAN for where the exiles would end up, and in Kepler itjust so happens somebody else decided to MAKE a plan.

Techniiiically, before Kepler all the sylphs that weren’tgiven crystals could’ve been executed or sent to the CL. But I don’t think so.And the reasons why the councilmight’ve chosen to send people to earth instead of the other two optionsdepends on your interpretation.

It could be that they didn’t like the idea of having toactually square up and kill people like big kids, so they decided to exilethem. It could be that, while the thought of someone going feral on earth mightSUCK, there’s a CHANCE exiles might stumble on someplace like Amnesty, whereasthe CL WILL make you bonkers, and not the Dr. Harris kind, 100% of the time.More pragmatically, they might’ve been worried about executed people turning upas ghosts, and people in the CL coming to attack the wall.

Or it could be, yanno. War crimes.

Woodbridge hates humans. Granted, it seems like he hateseveryone. But his introduction to the show is literally him looking at the PGand saying “Hi, yes. I ensure the survival of our kind in the wake of yourworld’s countless ruthless assaults.” Alexandra’s not fond either, as herthoughts say: “I wish [Aubrey] would stop coming here. It’s her world’s faultthat Sylvain is dying in the first place.”

How recently did they start exiling people? Was it less thanthirty years? More than thirty years? I like to think it was more. In episode6, Dani says that her type of sylph gets a bad rap because some of her kind hasdrunk peoples’ blood to get more energy. The perception that vampires drinkblood has been around……….a long time.

Sure, that idea could’ve been around during/before theassault on sylvain when some dipshit sylphs just left of their own accord andthen decided to drink people for yolos. Or it could mean that people have beenexiled for a WHILE, and the fact that the laws got more “draconian” just meansMORE people have been exiled now.

A lot of non-violent cryptid sightings happening a long timeago could be chalked down to sylph that WEREN’T exiled goin’ and doin’ stuff,but killing someone to feed smacks of desperation OR being the sort of personthat hated humans so much that the first solution to “im hungry” was “im goingto eat a person.”

Either way. Picture this. Thirty-five years ago, the gate toKepler isn’t open. The gate to NYC is open.A sylph gets pushed out of it. There’s no springs, or if there is there’s noMama to guide them there. No Mama to help them fit in. They go feral in the middle of New York, or in the middleof where the gate before New York was, or the gate before that, or the gatebefore-

You get stories about monsters like the Jersey Devil,monsters that kill midwives and children. La Llorona, who drowns little kids,might look like Dani up close.

Sylvain is dying, and they’re at the rationing stage. TheCouncil has to know what happens tosylphs that don’t eat. The Councilhas to know they’re pushing people that might try to murder and eat humans intoa populated space. The Council has to know that they’re pushing people thatmight try to murder and eat humans into a space populated by a race thatdestroyed their planet.

Killing two birds with one stone.

#taz amnesty #the adventure zone #the adventure zone: amnesty #me at fae: arrest this twelve year old for WAR CRIMES #anyway even if it wasnt intentional acts of sabotage #against a group of people they were pissed at releasing a buncha ur own ppl in a place you know might make them go on a murder spree #sure is fuckin SOMETHING

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froggydarren · 5 years

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Risky Business

Dylan/Tyler | 1.5k | PG | AO3

Summary: There’s one person whom Tyler wants to hang out with at any given moment in time. He’s also the one with whom there’s a higher risk of being recognized and swarmed by fans. Still, they’re going to be only a few hours apart and with a little time on their hands. Tyler wonders if it’s worth the risk.

A/N: Written (late) for the @fullmoonficlet challenge - prompt #324: recognize

Tyler knows how to hide in a crowd. It's not easy, but it's easier than it was a few years ago, when all the cameras were pointed at anyone who looked even a little like one of his cast mates. These days, he just knows to avoid those of them who seek out the spotlight, who like to revel in it and know that it gets them the attention necessary to keep having success when it comes to their careers. He does hang out with them still, but it's in private settings and with the explicit wish to not take or post photos on their public accounts. Those who do like his company—and whose company he enjoys—are good at doing, or rather not doing what they usually do: documenting the majority of their movements online.

But then there's Dylan. The one person from the cast who doesn't need to drum up attention, the one person who gets recognized no matter where he goes and how much he works on keeping a low profile. The one person who would blow any cover that Tyler has without meaning to.

And yet he's the one person with whom Tyler likes to stay in touch. They just can't do it anywhere in public, because the chance of being spotted is too high. And it matters too much to keep their friendship solid.

It matters more then Tyler likes to admit because that admission is likely to lead to others, ones that he's not sure Dylan would appreciate.

It was towards the end of Teen Wolf's run on TV that he recognized the signs for what they were. He knew by the final days on set that his eagerness to keep talking to Dylan, to spend time in his presence was beyond his usual friendships. It's different than when it's Colton, different than Ian or JR. With those, he doesn't mind if they don't see each other for weeks or months, when their work takes them places in distant time zones and countries. He likes to have them around but unless it's been months, he doesn't feel the craving to hear their voices or see their faces.

"Man, I missed your face," Dylan says when Tyler answers a FaceTime just before he's due to fly out to Australia.

Me too, Tyler thinks and then says it, careful not to pour all his feelings into the two innocuous words.

"You're heading down under for a while, aren't you? Posey said you guys have booked events here," Dylan says a few minutes into their conversation.

"Yeah, we are. Two conventions in two weekends, so we're gonna hang around instead of flying back and forth," Tyler replies.

He knows where this is going and he's not sure how to explain that he can't do what he thinks Dylan will ask him for. That he can't meet up for dinner even though they'll be only hours apart. That he's already seen the photos of Dylan over there and that people know where he is.

That it's been too long since he had Dylan's arms wrapped around his shoulders and felt the closeness that they used to show indiscriminately when they were on set. That he doesn't think he can be that close to Dylan physically and keep his feelings hidden. It's too much of a risk of not only them being spotted, but also of his secret being revealed.

Dylan might figure it out. He's always been way too good at reading Tyler, knowing what bothers him and what he's thinking.

"Posey's coming over in the week between," Dylan says, surprising Tyler.

"Is he? He didn't say."

"I only just talked to him, like, an hour ago. He sorted out the plans with his team."

"Good for him. You guys gonna go out?" Tyler asks, pushing down the green-eyed monster that's rising in his chest.

"For a bit, yeah," Dylan confirms what Tyler figured out. "He's driving, you know. Or well, getting someone to drive him."

"Oh?"

"You could tag along."

There it is, the suggestion that's really a request, the one that Tyler knows rationally he should decline. The one that holds enough danger but could still be perfectly safe if they choose it to be. Because sometimes, for as much as he gets noticed, Dylan knows how to carve that little slice of privacy that doesn't seem to exist in his life.

Tyler should say no.

"Do you want me to?"

His voice trembles as he asks. Maybe a little too much. Dylan's face lights up when he realizes that Tyler hasn't immediately shut down the possibility.

"Dude, always."

He doesn't say that he'd love to see them both and that's something that Tyler's mind zeroes in on.

"You could stay at my place. Posey and I will head out for a while when he gets here, but you could..." Dylan's voice fades like there is something else he wants to say but doesn't know how to.

Tyler knows how to read him too, maybe not as well as Dylan reads him but enough. There's an offer there to hang out without company, to spend alone time together. An offer that hasn't happened in a long time.

"I could," he says quietly. "I'd need to run it by my people, see what the arrangements are."

"Do. Let me know? Call me when you're in a closer time zone?"

They go back to small talk then, letting the offer hang in the air without a resolution. Unlike other unresolved things, this one doesn't make Tyler cringe or want to run away. He still doesn't think it would be a good idea to be anywhere near Dylan when they're both already in places that people know about. Normally he doesn't check social media other than whatever he catches sight of when he's posting something necessary for work, but this time he had a glance and he knows that people are well aware of the fact that he'll be close enough to Dylan for a visit. As will Posey, though he's way less concerned with being recognized. In fact, he's one of the people who thrive on it.

Tyler does call Dylan when they touch down in Australia though—it's not quite the same timezone, but close enough—even if it's only to tell him that he doesn't think he'll be able to make it.

"You know you really could just hide in the back of Posey's ride, right?" Dylan asks, visibly disappointed.

"I know. But you know I like to roam places by myself and I have a whole week," Tyler tells him.

It's an excuse, but it's one that he knows Dylan will accept because it's been true for years.

"I'll see if I make my way to your area," Tyler adds because he doesn't like the expression on Dylan's face.

"You know I'm lying low when I'm here, right? Especially now that we're in the prep stage."

"I know."

"I'd really love to see you, Hoech. At this rate, next time we're in the same room, I don't know if I'll recognize you at all," Dylan says and there's something in his voice that makes Tyler's stomach flip.

"You can see me right now," he says instead, trying to ignore the butterflies inside him.

"Not the same thing. Cameras lie."

"I'll try."

They don't talk about the possibility of Tyler visiting again, not during that call or when they talk the next time—Posey included—during breaks at the convention. Tyler shakes his head when Posey tries to suggest that they go together and Dylan's face falls for a fraction of a moment, but then he nods in understanding.

It takes another few days—almost too many because Tyler does have commitments—for him to make up his mind. Posey's already back from his visit, glowing with happiness as he always does after seeing Dylan. Tyler also knows about them being spotted by fans, which is precisely why he didn't want to go. He's too old for that shit and for the potential for drama that comes with it.

Instead, he rents a car two days before the next convention and drives to where Dylan told him he was. He walks into the hotel with his hat pulled deep into his face, shoulders slumped, but trying not to look like he's about to rob the place. When he finds the room number that Dylan gave him—no doubt in the hopes that Tyler would do just what he's doing now—he hesitates.

Maybe he's not here, he thinks.

But then he figures he's got nothing to lose and knocks.

"I didn't order room--" Dylan starts saying as he's opening the door, but the words die on his tongue when he recognizes Tyler. "You ass!"

"Hi to you too," Tyler tells him with a smug grin.

Instead of returning the greeting, he finds himself tugged into the room and he has Dylan's arms wrapped around him before the door slams shut.

Worth it, he thinks, hugging Dylan back with a smile on his lips and warmth spreading in his chest. Absolutely worth the risk of getting spotted.

#jen's attempts at words #otp: tension and the spark #hobrien #eternalhobrien

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haechanhearts · 5 years

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cliche love story: donghyuck

synopsis: childhood best friends turned lovers for lack of a better word, also you’re neighbors

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

masterlist

“do you want to hang out on friday? midterms will be over and honestly i need to have some fun. this week is super stressful.” you ask donghyuck over the phone as you lay down on your bed.

“y/n! look out your window!” you hear someone say outside. standing up you walk towards your window to see donghyuck holding his phone near his ear while peering at you through his own bedroom window.

“you know you could just yell and we can talk, right? you don’t need to call me,” donghyuck says while endings the call.

“well yeah, but i like being able to talk while laying in bed,” you say while leaning your arms against the windowsill.

“so, let’s hang out then! we can go wherever you want!” hyuck says after a few seconds of quiet.

“i’ve been meaning on buying this book for a while, maybe we can go to the bookstore.” you offer, already knowing what donghyuck will say.

“boring! y/n, i thought you wanted to take a break from school! let’s do something fun instead!” he says while slowly climbing over the ledge of his window and walking across the small plank of wood that you both placed there years ago.

“hyuck, stop doing that! it’s dangerous!” you say once he almost slipped and fell. he climbed through your window and plopped down on your bed.

“since when has that ever stopped me?” he brought up. chuckling a bit, you push him slightly to the side of your bed, causing him to exaggerate and roll over to the small corner of your bed. you lay down next to him, both of you staring at your ceiling.

“we can get froyo after we go to the bookstore. i’ll even pay.” you tell him.

“pfft. when have i ever let you pay for my food. or your food, for that matter.” he says.

shrugging your shoulders, you say, “well this time i’ll pay.”

“go pay for jeno’s food, but i’m not letting you pay for me. and i guess the bookstore is fine. i can check out the records they have.” donghyuck rants before rolling over to face you. feeling his movement, you arch your neck to the side to look at him, too.

“then it’s settled! i’ll see you on friday,”

“can i stay here for a little bit? i’ll help you study.” hyuck offers.

“yes idiot, when do i not let you stay?” you respond while chuckling. sitting up, you walk to your desk to pull out some textbooks. you felt donghyuck’s gaze on you, but you didn’t think too much of it.

two days later, you were in class, with donghyuck sitting a few seats behind you. midterms were officially over and you were as happy as can be. you were doodling in your notebook when you felt a paper ball hit your head.

turning around, you see donghyuck sticking his tongue out at you.

“what are you, five?” you say before grabbing the piece of paper he threw and chucking it at his face

“wHaT aRe YoU, FiVe?” he mocks you afterwards. “you were supposed to read the paper, ugly” he tells you after he tossed it onto your table once more.

opening the crumpled paper, you read, who’s ready to have some fun later today?!

turning around to face him, you see that he’s smiling with this stupid smile that, for some reason, you love so much. smiling as well, you nod your head before turning forward to focus on the teacher.

after school, you told hyuck to meet you at his house, but while you were walking home, you noticed him to be a few yards in front of you with his headphones in his ears. you run up to him and jump onto his back quickly. he let out a shriek and fell on the ground, bringing you along with him. he quickly look up to see you crouched down laughing your butt off.

ripping off his headphones, he shouts, “what the hell, y/n? I thought I was going to DIE! you can’t do that to me!”

still recovering from your laughter, you reach towards donghyuck and ruffle his hair, reaching out a hand for him to grab.

“let’s just head straight to the book store! i’ll buy you a book if you want,” you say with a bright smile, after donghyuck finally stood up. you leaned into his arm and linked it with yours as your strides became larger to match his.

“ppft, i’ll pass.” he says with a little bit of attitude. he suddenly felt a blush creep on his cheeks, so he turned his head the opposite way so you wouldn’t see. donghyuck realized that this happened quite often when he spent time with you he was, at first completely oblivious to the fact that he, indeed had a crush on you. but a quick chat about the subject with jeno, they both came to the conclusion that hyuck most definitely, 100% had the biggest crush on you. the realization went kind of like this:

“dude, I don’t know why, but like every time y/n does something cute, my face feels hot and I have to hold in a squeal.” donghyuck says to jeno while sitting at the desk in his room.

“ok, wow you definitely like her.” jeno blatantly says.

“where did you get that idea from?” donghyuck asks, confused.

“well, we were literally talking about jellybeans two seconds ago, and then you switched the conversation to be about y/n. also you said that she does cute things. you also said that you blush around her. and you fight the urge to squeal. it’s pretty obvious to me.” jeno says while shrugging his shoulders.

“I see the way you look at her. you like y/n”

ever since then, hyuck loved it when you would hug him or text him or call him or even sat next to him. he had a little plan to let you know about his feelings.

you both arrived at the book store, and you scurried to whatever aisle with donghyuck trailing behind you. he took a peek at the records they had and noted to visit this place again in the future.

you had two books you wanted to buy, and you didn’t know what to choose. you also noticed donghyuck fidgeting with his fingers, but you didn’t think too much of it.

“which book should i get?” you ask hyuck while holding up the two books towards his direction.

“the one on the left, it has a nicer cover,” he responds. you jokingly roll your eyes at his method of elimination but ultimately decide to listen to him.

you take a look around the aisles, reading the synopsis of different books for about 10 more minutes.

“alright, hyuck! let’s go!” you tell him, thinking that he must be bored.

“i’ll pay for your book so you can look around more.” donghyuck offers.

“no thanks, i’ll pay!” you say.

“okay, you pay for my ice cream and i’ll pay for your book.” he says. you reluctantly agree, and hand him the book. you walk through the aisles once again, now looking at the art on the covers.

donghyuck walked to the cash register and quickly paid for the book.

“excuse me, do you have a pen that i can borrow for a second?” donghyuck asks the cashier. she handed him a pen to which he grabbed and opened to the inside of the cover of the book.

taking a glance up, donghyuck noticed that you were coming down the stairs. he quickly scribbled something into the book and shut it closed, making sure that you didn't see his actions. you finally meet with donghyuck, and he hands you a bag with your book in it.

“and now I get to buy you ice cream!” you say while wrapping your arm around his waist. you felt him stiffen up just slightly, causing you to drop your hands.

“um, yeah, sure. we’ll see about that” donghyuck says nervously after.

later on that night, you both walked home together. as you were ready to go to bed, you picked up your book from your nightstand for the first time that night. you open the book, but blue ink in the cover catches your eye. you turn your eyes to that to see a small message written in messy handwriting.

dear y/n,

I like you. I like like you. just thought you should know. :)

-hyuck

after reading it, and then rereading it about 10 more times, you finally processed what is happening in your head. you quickly scurry to your window, almost tripping on your backpack on the floor. you got ready to yell out donghyuck’s name, but as you peered out your window, you see donghyuck peeking through his own window.

he slowly stood in front of his window while you did the same with yours. you both looked at each other for a few seconds before donghyuck lets out, “so you got my note?”

you nod your head quickly.

“I like you too.” before you even finished your sentence, donghyuck started to climb out of his window, once again, almost falling off.

“donghyuck, I like you!” you tell him once again.

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winchesters-imagine · 6 years

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Dean Winchester X Reader - Paradise

Request: hiya!! can you please do a Dean x reader request where Dean is caught by a djinn on a hunt and the reader goes to help him break out of his dream but his paradise is where you both have a normal family and it’s exactly the same as the paradise the reader has?? End w/ lots of fluff pls and thank you so much you talented toaster!

Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: angsty, sorta - not much, as much fluff as I could slide in, Djinns Estimated Reading Time: 5 mins A/N: Thanks so much for requesting, my love! I had to tweak this a little bit, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

“When do you think he’ll be back?” You ask Sam, as he looks up from his book.

Dean had been mad about you going on a hunt alone, even though you were fine, and not telling him or Sam. He stormed out the Bunker ‘to blow off some steam’. With a machete. Yeah, it’s not hard to figure out how he decided to do so.

“Honestly? From five minutes to next week. He’s done this a few times before, and he’s always fine.” Sam tries to reassure you, though it sounds more like he’s convincing himself more than you.

“Yeah...” You trail off uncertainly.

But after what seemed like hours of biting your finger, rereading the same meaningless words on the page over and over again, and tapping the wooden table in an irregular beat, you stand up with a huff, drawing Sam’s attention to you once again.

“I’m going after him, bring him home, apologise, possibly make him a pie,” You ramble running a hand through your hair. “Can you start up his GPS?”

Sam thinks for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing and then not. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“It was because of me that he left, might as well bring him back,” You shrug with a light smile.

Sam tracks Dean’s phone on his laptop, but the puzzled expression that falls on his face concerns you. “What?”

“He’s in the middle of pretty much nowhere, not moving.”

Following the directions, you take a spare car from the Bunker’s garage and drive. Fast. Really testing the speed limit.

Of course, when you find the Impala pulled over, you breathe a sigh of relief, hoping that Dean is just sulking with Metallica on full blast.

Not today.

You groan into your hands when you see that the car is empty, meaning that you have to haul your duffel bag through the trees and whatever kind of structure the unknown monster is residing in. You were not in the mood today.

So, you throw it over your shoulder and move on, seeing a house in ruins after about ten minutes of walking. You stand for a moment, not sure what you should take with you to be prepared. Instead, you shoot Sam a text asking what monster takes up residence in a ruined house.

His response was ‘Vengeful spirit, or a Djinn.’

If it was a Djinn, you might just scream into your pillow tonight. Still, can’t hurt to be prepared.

You take some lamb’s blood, a silver blade, and start looking for some salt rounds that could fit inside a pistol rather than a shotgun. While rustling through your bag, you also find some leftover African Dream root, from whenever you used it last. Did it have an expiry date at all?

Might as well.

You aren’t sure how you’re going to carry everything, but after stuffing what you can into your waistband and pockets, all you have to carry is the dream root and a water bottle. As it was only sunset, you figured it would be best to leave the flashlight, get in and get out as fast as possible.

Making your way in, you listen out for anything that could give away the position of a Djinn. So far, nothing.

Quietly as you can, you look through the downstairs kitchen, dining room, and living room, a chill making its way up your spine slowly.

You pay extra attention on the stairs, as there could end up being that one super creaky one. Your jaw drops and your heart stops when you see Dean’s machete and duffel dropped carelessly on the landing, making your heart speed up again to put you on extra alert. Ruins, hiding places everywhere.

Maybe they’ve headed out for a party?

Yeah, wishful thinking, Y/N.

You slowly turn into the first room on your right, heart in your mouth. Your stomach drops when you do see Dean, tied to a chair, knocked out.

Oh, did it feel good to be prepared.

“Dean? Hey, Dean?” You hold his head up in hopes that he could still be awake, but as you assumed, you probably needed to use the dream root.

You mix some in the water, and pull out a strand or two of Dean’s hair, cringing as you did so. “Sorry, De.”

You look around the room for a safe place to hide, and find a small nook behind an old closet. Swallowing your disgust for dusty places strewn with cobwebs, you slide behind it and take a large mouthful of water.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself in a normal master bedroom, with an almost golden tint to the air. You smell pancakes, causing you to make a beeline to the kitchen.

Your heart skips a beat when you see him serving pancakes onto three plates, and you smile brightly. He seems so happy.

When he spots you, he jokingly looks you up and down to check you out, before his expression brightens even more, and you almost feel happy tears behind your eyes. You almost can’t bring yourself to ruin this for him, but if you don’t, he’ll die.

“Hi, honey,” Dean puts the pan onto the stove and wraps you into his arms. You laugh lightly, before - honey? Were you two married?

You suddenly feel giddy - you and Dean weren’t an official thing, but - you wanted to be. So, so bad. And this is what it’d be like.

You hug him back, and smile when you both pull away. The sparkle in his eyes, freckles dusted over his nose. You really did love him.

“Are you alright?” He asks, eyes showing concern. “Yeah, yeah. I just need to tell you something,” You state, as a little girl stumbles into the room, giggling uncontrollably whilst clutching a worn out teddy bear.

“Daddy!” She squeals happily. Dean picks her up and swirls her around once before setting her on the table. “How’s my princess?” He says in what you suppose is his ‘Dad’ voice, as your - daughter? - laughs when he boops her nose.

“Dean,” You sigh. The more time he spends here, the less he’d believe you about having to leave.

You pull him into the next room as your daughter eats her pancakes, taking a deep breath as you decide where to begin.

“Have you heard from Sam lately?” You ask, immediately regretting it, as his face drops. “Are you sure you’re okay? Don’t you remember that-” “Ohhhkay, I think I see where this is going.”

Dean furrows his eyebrows.

“Do you remember when I was bored, and decided to go on that vampire hunt alone? You got really mad at me, remember? And you left the Bunker to calm down by killing some monster. Do you remember any of that?” You ask seriously.

Recognition flashes behind his eyes, but it leaves as soon as it comes, and he shakes his head.

“What do you mean? We stopped that ever since Sa- We don’t hunt anymore, Y/N.” “Yes, we do, Dean. You, me, and Sammy. Us against the world with our angel best friend. Your best friend. Castiel?”

You can just tell that he’s on the edge, but what else could you possibly tell him?

“Right now, you’re in an old, ruined house. Mad at me for going on a hunt by myself, but when you did, you got hurt! A Djinn got you and I’m trying so, so, hard to bring you back, but you gotta listen to me! Okay? Please. Don’t you remember?” Your eyes tear up. You’re mad at yourself, at this situation, at the freaking Djinn itself. You just wanna go home.

“Yeah, I do.”

You breath a shaky, yet heavy sigh of relief through your tears, as Dean pulls you into his chest. “It’s kinda nice here, don’t you think?”

You wipe away your tears and pull back. “It’s paradise. Our paradise. When we know that the world is safe and that we’ve done our jobs, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life like this with you, Dean. But we gotta save the world first. How does that sound?” You’re aware that you’ve pretty much just asked him to be your boyfriend, but your fear of rejection logic was that you could say it was just in the dream.

“Sounds like a plan,” Dean places a soft kiss on your forehead. “How do I get outta here?”

“You either will yourself to wake up... or if I recall, I think you have to-” “I remember now. Stay here. Close your eyes. When you wake up, it’ll be in the real world.” Dean turns back into the kitchen and you close your eyes, hearing Dean tell your ‘daughter’ to go upstairs followed by a knife being pulled from somewhere.

You wake up with a cough, back to reality, and recoiling at your dirty surroundings. You slide out and rush over to Dean, lifting his head up as you did before. But this time, his eyes open.

“Hi, honey,” He jokes. You smile and slice the ropes on his forearms before standing up with him.

“Okay. I’m going to kill this Djinn, and you are going to wait by Baby,” You smile, shoving your pistol into his hands.

“What, are you crazy?” “Maybe. But I know how to not get warped into fantasyland.” You quip. “Oh yeah?” “First one to kill the Djinn wins pie.” “Oh, you’re on.”

#spn #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #supernatural family #SPN FANDOM #SPNFamily #spn fanfiction #SPN Family

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trollhunter94 · 7 years

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Heroes And Villains

Pairing: Metatron x Reader

O/Cs: Sam and Dean Winchester

Warnings: Swearing, Slight Tension and Restraint, Creepy Metatron, Unwanted Advance.

Words: 1.5K

A/N: Here it is @uselessace, apologies for the long wait. It’s a kinda angsty/ romance that portrays the love/hate relationship we all have with Metatron. Hope you enjoy it!

Summary: You and the Brothers had been put on ‘babysitting duty’ after Castiel recruited Metatron in the fight against Lucifer. A simple debate quickly turns into a heated discussion.

This was Metatron’s first visit to the bunker. You could tell that Sam and Dean were already struggling against their better nature of punching him. He did nothing but follow them around, travelling from one room to another, talking incessantly just for the sake of being heard.

As he trailed the brothers from the kitchen to the map room, you noticed the increased level of tension they brought with them. Dean walked past the table where you sat with a pile of open Lore books, shooting you a look of desperation.

In an attempt to alleviate their suffering, you decided to distract him with a debate. “Hey Marv” you called, gaining his attention. “Sit down for a minute. I want to ask you a question”.

His countenance changed with interest, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth. “Ooh, I’m happy to oblige” he confessed, quickly pulling out a chair to sit opposite you. “Fire away”.

“You’ve read a mountain-load of books, right?”

“Oh yeah” he nodded viscerally, happy with where this was going. “So, who do you think makes for a better character, a hero or a villain?”

He gave you a creepy smile and a low cackle. “Ooh, now this is my forte. Well, it solely depends upon the context of the story". You eyed him sceptically. “What do you mean?”

“Well, yes, the hero uses his force for goodness, saving the people or the damsel from danger”. He stopped to look at you more intensely, shifting his eyebrows suggestively. You scoffed at his flirtatious words. Sam and Dean took this opportunity to slip out of the room, practically tiptoeing behind Metatron in fear of being noticed.

“But the villain” he continued, giving a pleasing grin whilst rubbing his hands together. “They challenge the norm; the expected behaviours of society. Rebellious acts of defiance to get people’s attention and challenge the law. That’s how social change is made, you know”.

“So, you think villains such as Norman Bates or Hannibal Lecter, are similar to social change advocates, like Gandhi or Martin Luther King?” He scoffed at your words, shaking his head disapprovingly at your cynicism.

“They’re flawed, but they have goals, you see. A set of morals or beliefs that they fight for”. The tone of his voice lightened as his train of thought broke away. "You know, the persistence and style of a villain is something to behold. The way that they overcome their tragic backstories, healing their wounds and finding a higher purpose in life”.

You shook your head, still unconvinced. “You’re acting like they’re justified in the chaos that they create. How is it fair when people die and cities are brought to ruins by an individual’s struggle for power?”

He placed his palms on the table. “Yes, they may take lives and cause destruction. But you see, without a villain in the story, there can never be a hero”.

You began to close the books on the table. “You may be right. But in this story, there’s enough evil to go around. With Demons, Vampires, Werewolves and Spirits in the equation, why did you make yourself a villain? There was no need for it. You made yourself an unnecessary evil, and what did that achieve, really?”

He stood from his chair and moved around the table, head tilted as his hands glided along the wooden surface. “You know, I don’t think you really mean that. Do you?”

“Uh, yeah” you spat with seriousness. “I mean come on. How many people did you kill?” You began to count on your fingers. “There’s Dean, Kevin, Naomi”. He interrupted you, “Ah, no. Kevin’s death was not by my hands”.

“But it was your fault. It was, so don’t even deny it”. You stared him down until he took responsibility with a nod of his head. You continued, “And not to mention kicking the Angels to earth and taking Castiel’s grace”.

He reached your side and proceeded to grab the arms of your chair, pulling and sliding it away from the table so you were facing him. Leaning close and keeping eye contact he sternly justified his actions. “I did that with the sole intention of fixing the broken ranks of Heaven. It was for the greater good of everyone”.

His close proximity made you feel defensive, leaning backwards slightly you warned him with a pointed finger. “If you dare touch me, I’ll be forced to stab you. Or worse, tie you up and read you Sam’s diary”.

He noticed your stiff demeanour and took a sidestep away, perching on the edge of the table with a smirk on his face. “Ha. We all know that you wouldn’t harm me. Last time you threatened me, you choked on that pie. Do you remember?”

You spat your reply at him. “I did not choke, Marv! Anyway, at least I didn’t alienate myself from my entire family by being a douchebag”. He chuckled before giving you a look of encouragement. “Come on. Is that really the best insult you’ve got?”

You shifted in your seat, feeling motivated. “No, it’s not. You’re a manipulative, deviant, self-serving asshole who creates chaos for your own gain. You make stupid decisions that get people… innocent people killed".

“Oh” he snided sarcastically. “Because you’re so sensible. What great decisions you make". Folding his arms, he continued. “In fact, I recall a time where Dumb and Dumber had to rescue you from a solo mission to kill the Alpha Vampire. I think there was over two hundred Vampires in that warehouse. It’s like you were asking to be killed".

Your eyes squinted with contempt. “Well, for your information, I had the Colt and the vamps only showed up after I got inside. And if I wanted to get myself killed, I’d be a Ghostfacers intern”.

His brows furrowed with confusion. “Who are the Ghostfacers?” You waved your hands dismissively. “Never mind about that. Look, you’re missing the point here. What we do, it’s for the good of others. What you do, is for the selfishness of your own gain”.

Metatron moved off the table and approached you again, entering your personal space. “Selfish? You think I’m selfish, do you?” You quickly reacted, using your right leg to push against his thigh.

He instantly grabbed your ankle and pulled both you and your chair forward, closing whatever distance remained between you. “Stop it” you warned, clutching at the arm rests and squirming your foot from his hold.

He released your ankle and moved closer, positioning his feet either side of yours to restrain them and clutching at your hands. You were now trapped in your chair, unable to free your hands and watched as he leant in close.

“I know that you like me, little Hunter. Would it be selfish if I kissed you right now? Or would it be for the good of both of us?” Your eyes grew wide, heartbeat increasing as he towered over you.

“Have you kissed an Angel before?” You stumbled over your words, unable to form a coherent sentence. “I, um. You... That’s” …

He teased you with a sneaky grin on his face. “I bet you’re curious, aren’t you?” Just say the word, and I’ll leave you be”. He slowly inched his face closer to yours. Conflicting emotions were running through your mind.

One of God’s beloved creations was trying to kiss you. This was the most interest anyone had shown you in months, but on the other hand, this was Metatron. A power grabbing, narcissistic being that hurt the people closest to you.

Dean now strolled back into the room and saw Metatron leaning over you. He immediately thought that you were being harassed, so warned the scribe to back off. “Hey! You’d better move back now, unless you wanna stay in the dungeon until Cas gets here".

Metatron quickly stood up straight, raising his hands defensively and flashing Dean a look of innocence. “What? We were just talking”. Dean remained unconvinced. “If that was just talking, then I’m the queen of Sheba”.

You hastily rose from your chair, feeling concerned and a little bit angry. Looking Metatron dead in the eyes, you lifted your leg and kneed him in the balls. He immediately keeled over and winced in pain. "Ouch! That was so uncalled for". You moved past him and warned him in a calm and threatening tone. "Touch me again, and I will end you".

You walked past Dean, who was now looking at you, stunned and speechless. A sense of admiration prompted him to smirk. Looking over to Metatron, who was holding the table for balance, you flashed him your middle finger before leaving the room.

Dean grabbed a chair, spinning it round and sitting down opposite him. "Serves you right Dude. You were being an asshole". As he took a sip of his beer, Metatron sat on your chair and thought about what you said.

Was he really the villain? He just wanted to return Heaven to its former glory. Before God took off and the Angels became divided. He realized that now is the time to switch sides and step up to the plate.

It's a chance to stop a real evil; to stop the apocalypse and do his father proud.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.

#metatron x reader #supernatural reader insert

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callunavulgari · 4 years

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Scrapbook 2019 | Pt III

I can’t fucking edit my post because this website is crap, so we get a part three even though there’s only two more months to 2019. But whatever, I’m not bitter or anything.

Reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read one hundred books this year (finished!), finish five video games (finished!), write something novel-length (not so much, does it count if I wrote a novel’s worth of short stories in October?) and write something original (technically done? don’t know if I want to count a snippet that didn’t even hit 1k). These last two goals CAN be combined (I might try NaNo this year, so we will see).

Part I: January-July Part II: August-October

MOVIES

November

The King

(V For Vendetta)

(Avengers: Endgame)

(Beauty and the Beast: Enchanted Christmas)

Frozen 2

(Winnie the Pooh)

Journey to the Sun

December

Klaus

(Aladdin: Return of Jafar)

Hotel Artemis

(The Santa Claus)

(Star Wars: A New Hope)

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

(Love Actually)

BOOKS

November

The Gilded Wolves | Roshani Chokshi [Fin]

Words of Radiance | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

Oathbringer | Brandon Sanderson

The Hating Game | Sally Thorne [Fin]

Again, But Better | Christine Riccio [Fin]

The Queen of Nothing | Holly Black [Fin]

North and South | Elizabeth Gaskell

December

Oathbringer | Brandon Sanderson [Fin]

Snow, Glass, Apples | Neil Gaiman, Colleen Doran [Fin]

North and South | Elizabeth Gaskell [Fin]

The Starless Sea | Erin Morgenstern [Fin]

There There | Tommy Orange [Fin]

The Secret Commonwealth | Philip Pullman

The Library of the Unwritten | A.J. Hackwith [Fin]

PODCASTS

November

The Penumbra Podcast s3, Eps 2-3

The Magnus Archives Eps 160

King Falls AM Eps 11-30

Adventure Zone Moonlighting Pt 1

(Zero Hours: When the Beat Drops)

December

The Magnus Archives Q&A

Outliers s1, ep 1

King Falls AM Eps 31-34

TV SHOWS

November

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural, s6

His Dark Materials, s1

She-Ra, s4

(Gargoyles, s1)

South Park

Rick & Morty, s4

Star vs the Forces of Evil s1, s2

The Flash, s4

The Dragon Prince, s4

The Mandalorian

Star Wars: Rebels, s1

December

His Dark Materials, s1

The Mandalorian

The Dragon Prince, s4

The Untamed

The Good Place, s3

The Witcher, s1***

The Great British Bake Off, s7

VIDEO GAMES

November

Assassin’s Creed: Origins (10 hours)

Death Stranding (10 hours)

Pokemon: Shield (20 hours)

December

Pokemon: Shield (20 hours)

Red Dead Redemption 2 (2 hours)

DELIGHTFUL FIC

November

The Sun Dog by ambiguously | Star Wars | Finn/Ren/Rey | 5k | Finn and Rey, with their semi-prisoner Kylo Ren, attempt to meet up with the Resistance on a planet that has been taken over by monsters.

Seeing Ghosts by blacktofade | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 4.5k | Ryan blames the entire thing on temporary insanity.

silver in our lungs by taywen | Spinning Silver | Miryem/The Staryk Lord | 3.6k | The marks had been with Miryem for as long as she could remember.

sing all your questions to sleep by Wildehack (tyleet) | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jon | 1.5k | Jon, Martin, and Basira take a breath.

as ordinary things often do by lymricks | Stranger Things | Harringrove | 4k | Max is yelling out the window, “She means like, two weeks--” before they’re turning around the corner and--And Steve is standing on the front steps of Billy Hargrove’s house, keys jingling in his palm, thinking what the fuck?

on hairpins by Lirazel | The Queen’s Thief | Attolia/Gen | 3k | When the citizens of Attolia complain that the Thief of Eddis is a terrible influence on their queen, they have no way of knowing the truth of their own words.

the umbrella by Wildehack (tyleet) | The Magnus Archives | Martin/Jon | 4.6k | "And to think—all of Jonah Magnus’ carefully laid plans, the centuries of scheming, the murders, the sacrifices, all of that work could have been completely undone if Martin Blackwood had gone back for an umbrella"

you got me begging, begging, i'm on my knees by plalligator | The Queen’s Thief | Attolia/Eugenides/Costis | 5k | (or, that struggle when you're a guard who's in love with your rulers and it turns out you would kind of like it if they bossed you around a little)

rumour has it by plalligator | The Queen’s Thief | Attolia/Eugenides/Costis | 1.5k | “Costis, what in the name of the gods happened? I have heard from five separate people that you have a secret sweetheart who you went to meet on your day off.”

Home Was A Dream by impertinence | Attolia/Eugenides/Costis | 3k | Lunch, a mysterious fruit, revelations, and sex. In that order.

Well Loved by SerenadeStrong (ninja_orange) | Attolia/Eugenides/Costis | 3.5k | Gen finally convinces Costis to sleep with his wife.

and so begins by romanoff | Marvel | Steve/Tony | 8k | After Tony's death, Steve is adrift. He carries Tony's body, and thinks: I never said thank you.

something more alive than silence by pageleaf | The Queen’s Thief | Costis/Attolia/Eugenides | 21k | It was a good thing that six months after the king had promised to halve the guard, he still hadn’t done it, because since then, there had been two attempts on the king’s life.

Covenant by liesmyth | Stormlight Archive | Kaladin/Adolin | 9k | Adolin had never imagined he’d meet his match like this, on the dusty streets of Sadeas’s warcamp - or that it would be a bridgeman of all people, defiance clear in his dark brown eyes.

How Do You Catch a Storm and Pull It Down? by liadan14 | Stormlight Archive | Kaladin/Adolin/Shallan | 4k | It takes Shallan approximately two months after the wedding to realize that she is an idiot.

Keep It In Your Sights Now by LuckyDiceKirby | Shades of Magic | 9k | Holland travels with Lila and Kell. Somewhere along the way, they reach an equilibrium.

waiting for the sunlight by sarcasticfishes | Buzzfeed Unsolved | 18k | Sara had always known, growing up as both an only child and a princess, that she would likely not marry for love.

Fifty Shades of Gold by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 21k | That’s his official position: he’s over Ricky Goldsworth.Shane’s unofficial position, regrettably, is that he’d rather be under Ricky Goldsworth.

(these things take time by sonhoedesrazao | Les Mis | Enjolras/Grantaire | 63k | He’s always wary of making assumptions; even more so when Grantaire is concerned. He knows he’s not the easiest person to deal with. People either like him or can’t stand him, and it’s easy to respond to those reactions, but Grantaire—Grantaire is hostile and mocking, Grantaire scorns his beliefs, and Grantaire stays.)

December

Begin the Begin, Over and Over by beethechange | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 33k | Shane only agrees to be handcuffed to Ryan for a video because he can put up with anything for twenty-four hours. That’s the funny thing about time loops, though—they don’t always adhere to the parameters set by clickbait videos.

When I Fall to Rise by lc2l | Thor | Loki/Thor | 41k | Loki wakes up to ship alarms blaring, the air full of ash and Valkyrie saying she brought him back because she needs his help. She's captaining a small emergency vessel containing the last handful of Asgardians desperately looking for a place to call home. And she's having to do it sober.

From Orbit by astolat | Star Wars | Leia/Han/Luke | 4k | “You’ve got to quit doing this,” Han said.

Charioteer by petrichoral | The Queen’s Thief | Attolia/Eugenides/Costis | 14k | Captured in battle and stuck in the Mede capital, Costis has given up all hope of seeing his country again. But Eugenides has a habit of turning up where he's least expected.

ready if it happens with you by sarcasticfishes | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 4k | It’s not a thing. Ryan’s just a little… touch-starved. Intimacy-starved.

I fancied you’d return the way you said by ambiguously | Star Wars | Reylo | 3k | No one else can see him. Rey is used to that.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

November

MARVEL/DC - Runnin

THE WITCHER | MAIN TRAILER | NETFLIX

(GoT) Daenerys Targaryen | Meant To Fall

Game of Thrones | Never Wanted to Leave

young god.. (multifandom)

Poison & Wine | Ben and Rey

Multifandom ][ Glitter & Gold

rules of nature [multifandom amv]

December

what's up danger [Death Stranding]

Kylo Ren || Destiny

star wars || blue monday

K[L]AUS | High Enough

2019 Movie Trailer Mashup

Reylo | My Love Will Never Die [tros spoilers] Rey & Ben

Reylo | Dusk Till Dawn [+TROS Spoilers]

REYLO || SOMEBODY TO DIE FOR (+tros)

Multifandom Mashup 2019

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

November

Frozen 2 Soundtrack

Les Mis Soundtrack

December

Spotify Unwrapped 2019

Reylo Playlist

POSTED FIC

November

open the walls, play with your dolls | Coraline | Coraline/Wybie | 2,886 words | Halloween at the Pink Palace is a lot like any other time of year.

December

yule gift #2 - 4,639 words [fin]

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

November

December

yule gift #1 - 1,267 words [unfinished]

yule gift #2 - 4,639 words [fin]

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

November

Havoc

December

Somebody to Die For - a Reylo playlist

#heather says what #heather writes #scrapbook

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