#I've disappeared for weeks and nobody seemed to mind

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Javier jumpscare while I was hunting bison (he scared them all away)

#this is the second time javier has come looking for me but the first time was to help with bill because he got taken by bounty hunters #he cares <3 #“Okay! :D” #I doubt dutch was worried he just wanted his workhorse back to bring in money and run errands for him #if dutch was that worried he'd go looking for arthur himself #I was only gone three days too #I've disappeared for weeks and nobody seemed to mind #but alas #I'm getting that good satchel upgrade this time #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan #javier escuella #liveblogging #every time tumblr crunches my videos and pictures I start biting people #honey puff my horse #mick vids

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Without you (Delta Dawn x John Dory 🧡💙)

(ART/IG: @/ burntzbread) [note: hope you don't mind me using you art as reference, I'll take it down if you don't, it's sorta my inspiration while writing this TT]

(WARNING: English is not my first language)

The trolls in the Country Village, Lonesome Flats. Have known Mayor Delta and John Dory's relationship for a year now. No they weren't dating, they're just close, really close. But they can tell that they really like each other, it annoys them why neither one of them confesses yet.

Though not many country trolls really like John Dory. Cause first of all, he's a pop troll, some of his songs made them sick, he's too loud and even too touchy. Most of all, they worried that it might affect their beloved Mayor and Sheriff from his contagious pop troll nature, that'll affect their village as well.

So yeah, nobody really like nor accept John Dory living in Lonesome Flats... or so they thought.

One day, the rumour of John Dory leaving was spread throughout town. Some rejoices while some really misses him, since he has been a very kind and helpful pop troll to them.

Delta was aware that her friend was part of a band, which is his brothers. JD decided to pay his brothers for a visit, cause its almost been a year since the last time he saw them after saving Floyd. Which means that he has to leave from the country village for a week or 2, leaving everything behind here, that includes Delta.

"Are you gonna be okay while I'm gone?" The turquoise-haired troll asked and held her hand, while carrying both his belongings at his back and holding Rhonda's keys to his other palm. Worried about leaving her behind.

"Pfft! I'll be fine sweetie, you're being so dramatic. I'm a grown lady." The red haired lady scoffed. "You go spend time with your brother, you've already helped us long enough here. Go have a vacation to your real home, dear."

Even though she said that, JD knows that she's not gonna be. For the past few months he knew her. Delta may seem like she's a very tough fiesty mayor that kept everyone safe. He can tell that she's lonely, feeling the pressure of holding responsibility for everyone... much like himself for his family...

The man grabbed her warm hands, caressing in reassurance with an anxious expression on his face "Look, I promise... I'll visit as soon as I can to check on you and everyone... then, we'll go on a date! "

The lady snicker at his sudden silliness, breaking the heavy tension  between them. As expected from him, he always know how to cheer her up... that's what she loves about him....

"Hah, darling, I've already taken care of this village for the past what? 10 years? I can handle your disappearance for another 2 weeks, maybe even a year. And for the last time!  Im NOT going on a date with you! " She joked, giving him an evil smirk. Making him play along again, by acting like someone just stabbed his heart.

"Owww my lady that hurts." He giggled,  making Delta's heart felt a little lighter from joy.

JD turned around, about to enter into Rhonda, but then she saw him turn around,  hesitating to do something. 

Before she could even respond,  she was caught by surprise when JD charged at her with a smirk. He suddenly lifted her up with a hug... like, man! He's so strong! (Or did he secretly work out for this moment hehe) After a few moments of embracing her, he placed her down. But little did Delta know that's not his only surprising gesture.  He rested his lips on her cheeks, embracing this moment he gets to have.

JD immediately run to Rhonda and shut the door before Delta could even hit him with her horse shoes. She blushed deep shades of red, very flustered of what he just did.

"Mr. JOHN DORY!  Don't expect a warm welcome once you've come back!  You're gonna be kissing my fist when you returned!" She yelled, actually out of embarrassment.

"Can't wait honey!" He winked, as he sped up Rhonda so she won't be able to chase him to the driver's seats windows.

And with that... JD just disappeared out of thin air. Like how it was before... it suddenly got... quiet . She thought,  holding the light pressure of JD's lips on her cheek. With a sad expression that everyone in Lonesome Flats noticed... she was missing him already...

Delta turned around and saw that everyone staring at her, "What are you guys doing?  Get back to work!"

She scolded,  that everyone got scared and immediately mind their own business.

TIMESKIP

After JDs disappearance. The country trolls went on their usual routine. That includes Delta Dawn's job as Mayor and Sheriff.

Of course it wasn't the same without John Dory. Hanging around with the guys while playing pop-country songs together with their guitar and helping her around while also cracking jokes to make it more fun.  She find it annoying back then, but she never would've thought she was starting to look for it. Now it was quiet, having lunch alone in her office.

When she came home, she saw Clamper looking a little down while doing her homework. It was an unusual sight,  since whenever she came home she immediately runs to JD to get some upsies,  while he plays along and playfully toss her to the air. Now she just gave her aunt a joyful smile and hug "Hey Aunt Delta, welcome home! "

"Hey my sweet baby, ya hungry?"

"Yes ma'am!" She exclaimed, wanting to light up the mood.

Days went on, work, stress here and there.  The usual routine of going to work, checking up the town, and going home to take care of her niece, repeat for the past week. Then it gets more busy that the country trolls started to notice more changes from Delta ever since the blue haired pop troll disappeared.

Before he came to their lives, Delta was already doing just fine, being a workaholic,  while singing songs in her free time about being "Born to Die" , her life feeling like a routine.

When  that pop troll came, the women who seems to be nothing but work become more and more lively.  They keep seeing her smile and even laugh, being more in the moment. That even her songs becomes a bit more lively. She's even more softer than her tough personality that everyone feared whenever she gets angry,  VERY angry with her temper...

Which is actually...  happening when he left. But worse.

"The Delta Dawn" before John Dory, was back . Not only was she back from being a workaholic, even her temper that everyone feared returned. Another few days has passed, especially when the Country Trolls became busy for an upcoming busy event, she's becoming more stressed and hot headed.

Everybody knows that Delta is just being leader, that she has to be tough for her people to listen, without any bad intention of hurting them. In fact everybody knows she's kind and sweet deep down. But her toughness can get scary that her workers won't be in peace when she is angry.

"Hey I told you to clean this area!"

"Why are the bathrooms sink not fixed yet?!"

"The thieves did what?! Where are they?!"

"I didn't waste the village's finances for it to be nothing! Where's the thing i asked for?!"

Eventually Delta realised her roughness towards her village for the past few days and apologises.

Though everyone was starting to worry about her, despite the fact she apologises. The red haired trolls aura is becoming more scary for them to approach their leader.

"Oh goodness!  Our dear Sheriff has been so stress lately!" A villager spoke,  trying to be quiet so she won't hear them.

"She really needs to rest. She's overexerting herself "

"I can't believe I'm saying this, where is that Pop dude she's always around with?!" A guy asked

"That weirdo?  He came home to visit his bros to the pop village. "

"Well dangitty-doodly! We really need this dude back here if we don't want her to explode at us, especially on tomorrow's very special day!"

And with that,  the country trolls are now starting to look for JD's presence. His their only hope for Delta to calm down.

The day came, everything is going really well with the event. The decorations are aesthetically decorated, music played softly and beautifully,  couples dancing around , giving flowers here and there whether they're friends,  family and lovers...  Yes, it's Valentine's Day.

Everyone is having a great time, Delta? She is, she recieve flowers from Clampers and from her villagers, thanking her for all the hardwork she has done, which made her feel a little better.

She wasn't suppose to go out for Valentine's Day,  she even made sure that everything's finish yesterday.  The lights, the heart shape sweets,  the roses and the music. Everything was done,  even her  own people doesn't mind her resting for this event. But as the Mayor, she was needed. She needs to do the speech of the opening event and gets called out whenever there's an emergency. Unfortunately for her, this year's Valentine's Day is torture for her.

TIMESKIP

It's late evening, the Sheriff finally lays down in her office's coach out of exhaustion.  Finally gets to get away from all of those romantic couples cuddling in public and also some quarrelling between lovers or friends. It was very exhausting.  Thankfully the day is finally over. Being Mayor and Sheriff is tiring,  but it was all worth it to see everyone having a great time.

She sigh, decided to get up and grab some wine that she received. Enjoying the peace and breeze of the night, admiring the lights of her village. She felt a hint of sadness in her chest, as she grabbed some roses, loving the scent, absent-mindedly pluck each petals and let some fall from her window.

"Why do you have to leave? ... in such a very special day... John Dory..." She whispered.  Finally admitting that she misses him. Secretly missing his company, his jokes, his romantic gestures, his cheesy romantic songs and even simply his comforting words whenever she felt the stress of being a leader.

Since when did she gets so attach to him? That life's never been the same without him.

"Why? Do you really wanted me to kiss your fist so badly?" She almost choke at the wine she drunk when she heard a very familiar voice that she haven't heard for 2 weeks.

He was not in her room, she looks around and then spotted a turquoise-haired troll at the side of her window, climbing at the walls with a wide teasing grin on his face that she knows too well. "Hey Ms. Mayor, looking like a hottie as always... Miss me?"

He flirted, internally laughing at her reaction. Though he can't help but lovingly admired her, even by just her presence. "But seriously Delta... you're looking beautiful as always... I miss you..."

She was stunned that she can't say anything but stare, when he finally came in through the window. The silence made John Dory a little scared. Is she mad that he returned late? Or from what he had done from the last time they saw each other?!

"Delta... I'm sorry, my brothers and I have a little bit of an issue back in Pop village and-"

He wasn't able to finish it, when he felt arms went around him, embracing him tightly. The red-haired troll hid her face through his chest, holding him close.

"I thought you weren't coming back..." She spoke up. John was stunned as realization hit him.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm coming back, I promise didn't I? Not even in this special day... with my favorite lady here, I'm sorry im a bit late..." He was trying to get her to look up, but she doesn't want to,  but just glued herself to his chest, refusing to show her face of which he understood.

Instead, he just caresses the locks of her and returned her embrace, staying quiet for a few minutes and enjoying the peaceful silence they have together.

When they finally let go, Delta immediately wipe her tears and started to act like she never cried at all. JD just pretended that he never saw her puffy eyes and just smiled, that he finally gets to see her again.

"Here... Happy Valentine's day."  He grabbed a rose from the bouquet he was bringing, then pluck the stem along with its thorns, to place the lovely red rose to behind her ears. While giving her the rest of the bouquet.

With that,  they enjoyed the rest of the evening catching up, as they stargaze and loving the view of the village. Drinking some wine and sweets, with romantic country music playing outside.

The Sheriff felt all the heaviness in her chest was lifted and was refreshed by the peace, simply by having his partner by her side.

Yes, this is got to be her most favorite Valentine's Day night...

BONUS: The next day? Yep! The country village was overjoyed of JDs return, dramatically begging him to not leave, and shockingly even ask him to marry the red-haired troll. Which leave the pop troll REALLY confused of their sudden clinginess.

"Umm did I miss something?..."

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Sedated – Henry Winter x original male character

Pairing: Henry Winter x original male character (Elliot Wood)

Warnings: none

Author's note: I've made something...I don't know. I just love Henry and want him alive.

Elliot visits Henry at his apartments, while Winter has his migraine

There is no other sound in Henry's apartment but deafening silence, so tense that Richard feels physically uncomfortable. This place always feels strange for him, but today is somehow special. The ticking of the clock in the living room, which he had never noticed before, is getting on his nerves.

Richard is awkward. Despite being as close as it possible to Henry, during his next migraine attack Peipen is afraid to move, although Henry has made it clear that he has nothing against his presence in the apartment.

If it was that simple, and Henry didn’t get worse every next time. Once again, he pushes Richard out of the bedroom after his another attempts to help him, muttering that he does not shoo him out of the apartment in this rain.

When Elliot's curly mop of hair appears in the doorway, Richard feels relieved. They don’t know each other well, but this guy from applied philology class is the only person who’s found some sort of special approach to unsociable Henry.

Richard waves him goodbuy one last time, silently wishing good luck, and disappears in a upcoming thunderstorm behind the door.

Elliot exhales, like before diving into the water, and steps into Henry’s bedroom. He tried to prepare himself for a moment of intimacy, whatever that means, but wasn't ready, that it would happen so soon.

The dark curtains are tightly closed as can be expected; in the semi-gloom through palpable air of the room, he distinguishes the silhouette of Winter’s bed. It smells like some kind of medication and loneliness. Elliot, barely grinning at his own thoughts, steps closer.

The fact, that Henry doesn't push him out, gives him confidence, and Elliot comes up to the bed and sits on the edge of it. Doubts that Winter was aware of his presence would never have appeared. He knows, that during his seizures Henry never sleeps.

– Your arrogance knows no bounds.

Elliot restrains himself not to flinch from a hoarse low voice. The voice, that he hasn't heard for more than two weeks.

– Richard is worried, - Henry winces a little. Is it because every spoken word stubs his temples like a sharp needle, or because the two of them dancing around him like he’s on his deathbed ? – He called me.

– I am the last thing Richard needs to worry about.

– That’s why I’m here and not him.

Winter glances at him from under his palm, that covers his sensitive eyes. Elliot is almost surprised at the honor he’s been given. Henry just sighs tiredly and lays his hands down. Any touch hurts him, and blackout curtains don’t seem to help him enough.

Henry really doesn’t understand what Elliot’s doing here. "Here" – is not in his room. "Here" – means next to him. Winter keeps strangers away from himself, so he still wonders how he managed to miss one.

He doesn’t know what to do with this guy. For several months the only thing, that Elliot has been doing is watching. He caught seemingly absent-minded glances in the library, though he knew that he remembered every detail in Henry. Winter does not usually go to the university library, preferring to buy the books he needs.

He himself did not notice the strangeness until Charles noticed the book in Henry’s apartment, which Henry was supposed to read at the beginning of their studying. Henry didn’t answer him, and for the rest of the evening, he tried to remember why he had taken it in the library and why he went there in the first place.

Hampden's library is a common place for all students here, and while nobody comes up to the greek class, when they're here, Henry learns, that Elliot, in his turn, has his own little spot there. Not that others didn't try to assign it to themselves, but after a couple of sullen glances from Wood and they forget about it.

Henry is convinced that Elliot notices every little thing in him. He is sure until he starts noticing the little things about Elliot.

Elliot draws. Between the pages of his textbooks are dozens of drawings of the campus and Henry. Winter is convinced that some of the drawings are there to divert attention from his portraits.

Elliot smells like overripe cherries and tobacco. Good one. Elliot doesn’t smoke, but his father often gets cigars as a gift. His mom grows a backyard garden, and protects it from her son’s attacks on its fruit trees. Henry doesn't know yet, but Elliott's fingers look so fucking good with dark cherry juice on them.

Only once Henry listened to Bunny, when he was chatting with twins, blabbing them everyone's secrets. That was the time, when Winter learned, that Elliot was afraid of cars. He abandons the only thought of even sitting in the car. Though, Henry didn't learn why was that.

Henry Winter and Elliot Wood are completely different. The first of them lost his connection with the family, the second one has family dinners on Wednesdays at seven. Henry may not work a day for the rest of his life, and Elliot is recruiting students to move out of his parents' house after college.

Elliot knows that he will still show up at their house more often than at his own apartment. Wood doesn't know yet that he won't do it alone.

Now in the semidarkness of the bedroom, the guy, carefully but confidently, is moving closer and reaching for Henry. Fingers are easily, as if playing, tracing out his forehead, passing through the temples, going down to the cheekbones. Henry is suffocated by this ineffable arbitrariness, but remains silent, listening to his own sensations. It strangely comforts him, though he will never confess it even to himself.

Elliot puts a little pressure on the area below the temple, where the pain should pass to cheekbones. Gently massages, adding the other hand to the opposite side.

He is suddenly stopped by Henry’s faint, painful groan, Elliot's fingers, shaking a little, halt, breaking contact with skin. Wood is ready to apologize and take his hands off, when his wrist is brutally grabbed.

– No. It's getting better.

Wood nods silently, though Henry does not see this gesture through his closed eyes. Silence envelops the two in the room, that it's not so tense for Elliot anymore.

– What's on your mind?

Seems, that Henry does feel better, if he descends to talk to Wood. From surprise, that Henry does this, the guy’s voice sinks to a whisper.

– Why do you think- ? – Winter’s mocking gaze glides over his face and he stumbles on half a word. Elliott's cheeks rapidly become of a light shade of pink, that is not seen in this light. – Nothing.

– They say, lying – is the greatest human vice.

– I’m surprised you know something about human vices.

An one-sided grin touches Henry’s lips and Elliot can’t help but mirror the gesture. Until he becomes that cold, frowning, withdrawing to himself Henry again, Wood reaches for him again, hastily but cautiously, and touches his dark tangled hair. Not to ease Henry's headache. Just for himself.

Winter shrugs. If he had not been lying without any ability and desire to move, he would surely have woken up.

In the dim light of the room, Elliot’s strangely shining eyes attract his attention. A strand of grey, cloudy light, passing through the loosely closed curtains, brushes his face whimsically.

– I know more about vices than anyone, Elliot, -

the boy smiles, silly and shy. – Did I say something funny?

He only shrugs his shoulders, bowing his head to his shoulder.

– You called me by my name. For the first time.

Henry forgets about someone else’s hand in his hair. He also forgets about a migraine that tore his head apart an hour ago.

– You are strange.

– Why?

Because. Can’t Wood understand this by himself? It’s obvious to Henry.

There’s Henry Winter. Unsociable, obsessed with Greek and the sanctity of his own personal space. But it’s been thirty minutes, and he hasn’t quoted a single Greek philosopher, he didn't even remembered about one. A stranger, who's sitting in his bedroom on the edge of his bed...he decided not to mention it.

There’s Elliot Wood. Honestly, Henry doesn’t know much about him. He just heard something from Bunny, but decided to ignore it. Elliot is mostly silent. Silent and looks at Henry. It can even be written into Elliot's "special skills" box.

Henry is trying not to be wrong about Elliot. Those people, who are used to watching the others like he does, are scary ones. And according to Richard, that’s Elliot’s normal behavior.

Elliot Wood is the best in his class. He has so many words and their historical variations in his head, necessary and useless facts, that he would compete with Francis. For some reason, Henry thinks they'd get along with each other.

– So why?

It was as if Winter was swimming out of his own thoughts, wondering why he let himself his guard down. His long fingers are still massaging Henry's temples on the side where it’s always been more painful. Seems Elliot feels it intuitively.

Henry slowly grabs the boy's hand without intertwining his fingers, but simply holding his palm.

– You are here.

Wood shrugs his shoulders. This gesture of his will soon be Winter’s favorite one.

– I suppose, I am, - rain is drumming on the windows. The distant echoes of impending thunder are heard. – If between you and the linguistic text analysis I chose you.

It's the first time, when Elliot has noticed that he and Henry are holding hands. He looks down at his own palm in other's one, slowly turns it over. Gently, as if Winter is made of fine porcelain, he swipes his thumb down the young man's wrist, where the veins run like blue rivers through Henry’s pale, thin skin.

Wood wraps his fingers around Henry's wrist, brings it to his lips until his unwitting companion seems to hold his breath from such actions. The soft touch of dry lips on the skin makes Henry gasp. For the first time in his life, his head is deliciously empty.

– If you could see the way they look at you, Henry.

Quiet, but bold whisper. The voice with a slight hoarseness. Winter thinks, he is lost in the senses, not minding the words much.

– You study the Ancient Greek philosophers, but you is a true god they worship.

Henry doesn't need to specify who Elliot means. He knows very well what impression he makes and what motives lie behind his every word and action.

There’s a strange pride in Henry of this boy opposite himself. It took him a few moments and a little effort to notice this, while some of their five students are still wandering in the mist.

– And you?

Elliot turns his eyes away from another one, dark and boring into his head. Winter changes the position of their hands, he caresses the bone on a thin wrist, brushes circles on the cold skin under the sleeve of Wood's sweater.

It’s so weird. After just 40 minutes in one room, Henry feels like he’s known him his whole life.

Elliot raises his glance up, does what he used to do. He's looking. This is not Richard’s look, the puppy-dog like, grateful that they have accepted him into the group, not Charles' one, distasteful or indifferent look that he occasionally throws at Winter. Camille’s and Francis’s glances are somehow similar, calm ones, they only see him as a friend. Henry doesn’t want to talk about Bunny's one.

Elliot looks at Henry as if he's a work of art, not as a slave to his master, but with some special expression inside the dark gray eyes. Wood looks at him as an equal. For him, Henry is not the one who can translate Homer all at once, nor the one Elliot would like to see as a role model of a perfect student.

For Elliot Wood, Henry Winter is the one he once snatched out of the crowd and couldn’t get out of his head. And he didn’t want to.

– So do I.

Elliot leans forward, touching Henry’s bridge pf the nose with his forehead, exhales tiredly, and closes his eyes. Winter, to his own surprise, doesn't even halt from a sudden contact. Only pits his fingers into Elliot's disheveled curls, pressing him closer.

An hour ago, Henry wanted nothing else, but to feel nothing as long as it possible. If only that crushing pain didn’t come back. But now he wants to feel everything. Because with Elliot his migraine is not felt so bad.

Ot fades into the background, while Wood boldly but purposefully, like a cat, lies down beside Henry's side. Elliot banishes his headache away with chatting in a low voice. Winter doesn’t have to answer, but he does sometimes put in a couple of phrases.

When the evening dark grey sky is cut open by a bright flash of lightning, everything around is strangely frozen. In one bedroom, two of them lay still.

#the secret history #the secret history aesthetic #dark academia #tsh #dark academic aesthetic #henry winter #henry winter fanart #henry winter x original character #the secret history fanfiction #the secret history fanfic #henry winter fanfic #henry winter fanfiction

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Chapter 19 - Low

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn’t help but notice how familiar he was.

18+ | 2.6k Words | Third-person omniscient | Dark?fic/Fluff? | AU/AT |

Warnings: Heavy language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma, the effects of this in adulthood, smut mention, death mention, alcohol, missing persons, maybe some typos, some fluff towards the end

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter list 

"Keep it on the lowski, I'm the lowest of the lowest Wanna see if you can keep it like nobody knows shit" -"Low" by SZA

The visitor was unexpected. Simone was getting ready for her next appointment when Stella told her a visitor insisted on speaking to her. She only agreed to see the surprise walk-in because she was down another appointment today and had some time to spare. 

When the woman with curly red hair entered, Simone didn't know who she was or where she came from. When she introduced herself as Carrie, the name clicked immediately. 

"I was wondering if you've heard from a patient of yours. Corey Klein?" She asked, seeming timid regardless of how her Newcastle accent sounded and unsure if she was overstepping by asking. The thing was: Simone had yet to hear from him. Not in weeks.

"I'm sorry, I haven't. Corey hasn't called or shown up to his appointments twice now."

"I figured so. He's been missing, and I've been worried." Carrie advised, letting concern creep into her face and eyes. It was clear the girl was no older than nineteen, just as Corey and Jason said she was. She looked like she was trying to be so strong. 

"Have you reported it?" Simone asked, not sure where else to direct the girl. She nodded slowly,

"Yeah, but they don't seem to care much. You show them a missing person with mental illness, and they just assume they don't wanna be found."

This news stuck with Simone for the rest of her appointments for the day. She wondered what the man could be up to if anything. Just as quickly as she could have concluded that one of his alters had walked off with him, she thought of him lying dead in a ditch. 

God, let's not have another Laura situation. Please. Simone pleaded with the higher power she hardly believed in anymore. She would just as soon lose her mind if another patient died. This prompted a question for her: what could she do to help it?

She knew just the man to call and did just that once she was out of work. 

Jake met Simone at The Waltz, where she was waiting for him in a booth with a glass of añejo tequila in hand and a pour of rum waiting with his name on it on the other end of the table. She looked like she meant business, but this didn't stop him from tipping his hat to her, taking the glass into his hand, and, instead of grabbing the seat in front of her, sliding into the padded upholstered seat next to her. She beamed at this action,

"A bit intimate, you think?" She asked carelessly as his left leg rested against hers. This caused her to automatically pick her leg up and cross it over his thigh. Her closeness and the sensation made it feel like he had rocks in his stomach. Still, he shrugged,

"Didn't think you minded intimate, doll." 

No, I certainly don't. She thought to herself. What a sucker I am for moments like this.

A sly smile formed Simone's lips, and she lifted her glass, inviting him to do the same. "¡Salud!" She offered the cheers. He lifted his own and extended the same gesture, tapping it against hers with a slight clink and rattle of ice cubes. 

"L'chaim!" He offered in return before they knocked the drinks back. Once the liquor was swallowed, Simone couldn't help but giggle to herself.

L'chaim? Why am I surprised?

Jake momentarily stared at the empty glass, recognizing the flavor as a more high-end brand. "Y'know, this was a bit pricier than I woulda splurged on for me." 

"Good thing I'm buying." She replied with a grin, resting her temple on her wrist to look at him. 

And here I thought I offered to buy her a drink. Jake thought before asking the million-dollar question. "So what brings you 'round this time?" 

"You said you're a man who can get information, which I need, Bronx." She clarified. Before he could ask further questions, she stuck her hand into her bag at her other side, retrieving a photo of Corey and his name and age written on a slip of paper. She slipped them in front of him, face down. "He's a patient of mine. Went missing a couple weeks ago, according to his girl, without a trace."

Jake examined the two pieces of paper, remembering what she had said before about another patient of hers being brain-dead and how upset she was. That was an expression he would prefer not to see again.

"Alright, I can help you out," He started, pulling his gaze from the photo and to her, flicking them up and down from her shiny dark hair to her voluptuous lips to the plunge of her cleavage in the top she no doubt pulled down before he arrived. "But, uh, my services ain't free." 

He comfortably brought his left hand down and placed it on the inner thigh of the leg she had resting over his. Simone would find this slimy if she weren't so well acquainted with Jake. Instead, it turned her into a heaping hot mess, and how he looked at her- how they all looked at her- stroked her confidence. She knew how this meeting would end. 

It was helpless. 

"I was counting on that. I can either give you cash or..." She trailed off as she reached down and maneuvered her palm over the crotch of his pants, cupping his slowly waking bulge and finishing her thought with the action. 

There was no way around it, even if Jake wanted to find one. She could ask for his soul, and he would probably give it to her in exchange for the chance to get between her hips again. He swallowed back the saliva pooling in his mouth for fear of drooling on himself.

Dunno what the other two did, but they're a couple schmendricks. He thought, eyeing the scrumptious gal that practically snaked her way into his lap.

"Let's book it, then, hermosa."

The location, Simone's, was mutually agreed upon, mainly due to Jake saying yes to everything she said on a hair-trigger from when they left the bar. She led him into the elevator by hand as if he needed to be told to follow and would have pounced right there if a little old lady wasn't in the lift with them. 

The situation took Simone right back to her third date with Steven and how the same neighbor was also in the elevator with them on the way to her place. It registered in her head that, to the woman, Jake was the same fellow as an awkward silence filled the metal box. 

Yep, all this looks perfectly normal to you, ma'am. 

The pair exited onto Simone's floor first, as the woman was the floor above, rushing to the door at the end of the empty hall with nothing but the sound of their footsteps and key jingles to signal their presence. When they got to the door, however, Simone quietly cursed herself for not only losing the key on the ring once but twice, almost dropping the ring and trying to stick it into the keyhole upside down.

"Shit," She whispered to herself in frustration. Jake could tell the gal was clearly struggling like she'd never unlocked a door before. Though she didn't ask, he enclosed her tiny right hand with his left, helping her grip the key and slide it into the knob. The action steadied her as they twisted their hands and unlocked the door with a soft click.

"Should work on your aim, Chi-town." He growled inches from her ear.

She couldn't tell if she wanted to fall over in embarrassment or impatient desire as a pathetic sound escaped her throat upon exhale. It never seemed to fail: she could be cool and calm, sexy even, but the second she fumbles, it's game over. The ruse is gone. 

Luckily, Simone needed no help opening the door, grabbing Jake's hand, and dragging him inside. His eyes drifted around the space momentarily, thinking it looked far too much like a grandma's house and smelled like someone had just made oatmeal cookies. She noted his casual stance and thought to slow down a bit.

"You- uh..." Simone started, gulping before she continued. "Want something to drink? Maybe a bite to eat?" 

The fuck are you doing, Simone? She thought to herself as she slowly stepped to her bedroom door. You fuck up with the keys, and now you're suddenly not that bitch?

The pace change also confused Jake, but he realized sooner than she did that she was still hung up on the keys. He figured he could get that confidence back up for her. "I'd actually prefer to get a bite a' you." He said, approaching the woman who seemed attentive to his words. Still, her brain replayed the graceless moment. 

The keys! UGH!

"Just relax, doll. It's s'posed to be fun." Jake spoke, pulling her back to reality but tugging her into him by her belt loops. "Loosen up; turn your brain off." His voice sounded like a soft bed of gravel, which did the trick in loosening her up as they stood nose to nose. He closes the gap further by pressing his palms into her back and turning his mouth to her jawline. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as her nerves tingled. 

The sensation stopped as Jake brought his lips up to her ear, "Which one's your room?"

"Right behind me." She whispered. Without warning, he brought his hands to her thighs and hoisted her up, causing her to tightly wrap her legs around him, hold onto his shoulders for dear life, and squeal like it was a carnival ride. 

The pair lay in Simone's bed, satisfied and comfortable, with bare legs intertwined. They both heaved cumbersome breaths, staring at each other in the afterglow. She missed how peaceful it was to just hang out after sex instead of fighting or leaving as Jake traced the lightning bolts on her hips with his middle fingernail. 

She couldn't help but look at this man with the same love she felt for Marc and Steven. It seemed bazaar to her, but she could do nothing to stop it. No matter how mad she was at Marc, she missed him like hell, and the time she spent with Jake and the casual sex could only do so much. What started off as a means to tide her over had become her undoing, falling in love all over again. 

Traitorous heart. Soft, fluffy, disgusting.

Now here she is, enjoying a snuggle with the man himself but with different eyes and a different voice. She caressed his face with her hand and placed delicate kisses on the tip of his nose. It was almost relaxing enough to fall asleep. 

She couldn't let him, though. It would only open the body up for the other two to wake. That was a can of worms she didn't feel like unlocking right then. As for Jake, he wasn't foolish enough to drift off and waste a second with this woman, even if she wore him out. He wanted to know everything about her, down to the nitty-gritty details. 

"I know you got doctor money, doll. Why on earth you live here with a roommate?" He asked, disturbing the peace between them. It was a fair question, one nobody had really asked before. She let out a hefty exhale,

"I hate to be alone." She admitted without much fight. "I don't have to go into all that right now, though." 

She thinks I don't wanna hear it? This is a gal with some skeletons. Jake thought to himself as he watched her eyes pull away from him. He lifted his hand from her hip to her chin, prompting her gaze back. 

Jake wanted to tell her he was open to listening. Wanted to say to her that he adored her and that she wouldn't scare him off. Before he could say anything, a heavy knock at her entrance startled her like she feared being caught. 

As Simone dressed, another knock prompted her. "I'll be right there!" She called out as the elastic band of a pair of sweatpants slid up her legs and over her butt while she hopped to the door. She knew she looked like a disheveled mess, but it was all she was allowed in a rush.

Once Simone opened the door, she was greeted by two police officers. She was initially surprised until she realized they might have been paying her a visit to discuss Corey. 

"Evening, ma'am. We're looking for a Dr. Simone Fredrick?" The shorter cop asked. Simone put on her most polite grin,

"That's me. How can I help you?"

"We were wondering if you'd been contacted by one of your patients- John Walton- recently?" The taller one answered this time. 

Simone was baffled that this wasn't about Corey and was suddenly more glad she recruited Jake to help. It seemed the police would rather deal with the guy behind bars than the innocent man's disappearance. 

"Not since I visited him nearly two months back. Why?" She asked. The short one spoke up again, this time with more sternness. 

"He's escaped. Haven't you seen the news? Been wandering for over two weeks, but due to privilege, we couldn't figure out who else might have contact with him. One of the officers at the prison said you're his psychotherapist."

This news was a punch in the gut for Simone. 

Over two weeks? She thought, knowing how dangerous of a man Walton was from the few instances she could pick his brain. 

Simone, in fact, didn't watch the news. She seldom watched actual television. Now she was mad at Walton's dumbass lawyer for not calling her. 

"Sorry, he hasn't contacted me. I'll let you know if he does, though." She said, stunned and slowly closing the door. "Have a good evening." 

As she hears the door click, she notices Jake enter from her bedroom doorway, fully clothed and ready to go, with a bit of disappointment on his face. 

"Khonshu has something for me to do." He informs. This made Simone remember her reoccurring dream, and she suddenly felt sick. 

"Or you could stay? Where it's safer?" She suggested, meeting him halfway on his walk in her direction and batting her eyelashes. She didn't want him to go, especially for whatever reason the deity was taking him for. 

Though Jake appreciated the concern, he had a job to do. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." He told her, attempting to kiss her goodbye and being met with the corner of her mouth in a swift dodge. Simone stared sharply at him from the corner of her eyelids,

"Until you aren't." She said sternly, commanding him to look her in the eyes. She was dead serious.

Holy shit, she's really worried. He thought. It was almost enough for him to say to hell with it and plant his feet. He knew he couldn't. Instead, he took the sides of her face into his hands and pressed his lips to her forehead, leaving an invisible stamp that she felt even after he pulled them back.

"Te adoro, Chi-town." He said softly before covering the stamp with his own forehead. It was a sweet gesture that made her heart smile, even if all she could do was frown. 

Soft, fluffy, disgusting.

#moon knight fan fic #moon knight fanfic #moon knight #marvel smut #marvel mcu #marvel fanfic #marvel #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #mcu #fan fiction #fan fic #fanfic #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #tw: death mention

[petrichoraline]

oh god i feel so much anxiety when i have to rush to watch an episode live i just can't do it! so then when i'm mentally prepared everyone has talked about everything and i get overwhelmed by how many posts there are on the tag... it's a whole thing wish i could be normal about these things but alas

i'm sorry you feel that way too :') it's a very common experience whether you create content, so to say, or not - trying to enjoy things with everyone else but the everyone else in question seems to always be there first. everything that could be said already said and everything that could be created - shared and done with. sometimes it's like going to a party an hour late and realising everyone present had actually been camping in front of the house and entered the second the clock struck 7:00. by the time you arrive everyone has danced to all the best songs, eaten all the good snacks, discussed all the fun gossip and is just chilling while you are standing in the middle of the room bursting with energy.

or something.

other times it feels like a race where you were taking a sip of water and suddenly all the other runners are nowhere to be seen - you start running but they teleport right behind you as they're already on their second lap - then disappear just as quickly. alternatively, you're supposed to be doing a marathon for fun together with the same goal in mind but suddenly you're on the ground. you try to ask for them to wait but all you're doing is breathing in dust.

something along those lines.

the good thing is the content is there for you to enjoy and people are always happy to discuss the things they are passionate about!! i'd recommend focusing on a few blogs whose stuff you like, maybe asking them to tag you when they post if they do this sort of thing or asking for their thoughts on certain things you're curious about. as for the tag, honestly considering most shows release an episode per week, i think going through the tag and scrolling for a bit every day is the easiest way to get as much content in as possible, maybe keep a tab open and scroll from the bottom upwards and open new ones occassionally?

i know it's overwhelming and it's a bit tough to deal with but at the end of the day we consume as much content as we can and with popular shows it's often going to be more than we can take in, especially when following multiple ongoing series at once. don't take it to heart and don't give in to the feeling of missing out - it's not something to stress over, it's supposed to be fun and when you take fandom too seriously to the point it mkes you nervous you should take a step back. i'm currently on tumblr way less, not because i've gotten a life but because the site feels like it's sucking the remaining life out of me. don't rush, watch things when you want to, enjoy however much content you can whenever you feel like it and just fuck it! have fun!!! nobody is paying us, no one is threatening us, prioritize FUN above all else when it comes to fandom, okay? it's not that serious, it never was <3 sending sm love and many hugs 💖

#so sorry for not answering earlier #lots of love hope you get to read this <3 #petri replies

[rocksalt-and-pie]

due to popular demand by a certain someone, here's the story about my little hitchhiker from the other party's pov:

I live in an urban area. Buildings, streets, sidewalks, cars, construction sites, you name it. I fly out of the nest, boom, suburbia. I see humans all the time.

Noctule bat is what they call us, or, in this particular place, small evening sailor. Personally, i think that's adorable. To clarify: i have nothing against humans. They're fine. I don't necessarily want one near me and it's not exactly ideal that they, you know, take away our prey and habitat with their lifestyle, but they're alright i guess.

However, encountering an actual live human in very close proximity was something I could have done without.

That night, just like every night since leaving the nest for the first time about three weeks ago, right after watching the big burning orb settle behind the horizon, my siblings and cousins and myself went out to hunt. We are mighty hunters of the night, if I do say so myself. Nobody else can hear a beetle crawl from nine feet away. And that's just our backup plan, in case our sonar fails.

Momma and all the aunts have warned us about the road and the vehicles on there. They also warned us about humans. Apparently, some of them are not very nice. Sometimes, when we were very little, they used to tell us this old urban legend about a human who literally bit off the head of one of our own! Like, who does that?! that's just sick. That's the scariest story I've ever been told during the daytime.

Tonight, I was about to find out how scary they really can be.

I don't know how and why, i must have not paid enough attention to my flight route, something had distracted me, but i flew too close to the road. Out of thin air one of those human vehicles appears, hits me straight in the face, needless to say i get thrown off course (YOU get hit by a ton of steel at high speed, we'll see if YOU immediately find your way back to your headed direction), i don't know where I'm going, it hits me AGAIN, and now the real horror begins.

I don't know where I am. I find a spot to sit. I usually hang upside down and avoid sitting on the ground, but it's okay. I need a break. I need to find out what happened. I need to make a plan. I need to catch my breath.

There's a lot of weird stuff around me. Most of it feels soft, but there's crinkly stuff too, and it makes rustling noises as I'm crawling through it. Speaking of noise: there is a lot of it. I have very sensitive ears and the noise is deafening. I don't like it. For some reason, the urban legend about the bitten off head comes to mind, and i shudder. That's also when I notice the human.

I've never seen one that up close. It's pretty big, bigger than you can imagine, and it too makes a noise, sounding kind of irritated.

I know for a fact that humans can't fly themselves, that's why they created these vehicles that do it for them, and apparently I'm IN one now. With a human. We're flying through the night at high speed, faster than I've ever flown before in my life, faster than anyone i know can fly. I'm holding on for dear life, praying that I'll make it out alive somehow.

Soon, we come to a stop. I keep very still. Lights flash. I'm not a big fan of lights if I gotta be honest here, it's too bright for my nocturnal eyes, and i frown. The human moves. A second later, another light, the brightest fucking light I've ever seen in my entire life is being pointed directly at me, and the human looks me straight in the eye. It screeches. I've heard them making that sound before, especially the little ones, but i'm not sure what it means. The human seems pretty upset though. It startles backwards, makes a few more of those harsh noises and disappears.

A moment later, i feel a stream of fresh air on my back and i turn around because i can smell the night, i can smell freedom. Unfortunately, the human is there too. I don't know how it got there that fast but i think it's reaching for me and i panic because, nuh uh, not today, no way I'm getting my head bitten off, no thanks. The open space between the human and the vehicle is very narrow, and according to my calculations it's a broad move, but I'm very brave, so i decide to make a run for it.

I fly directly at the human's face. I HAVE to. It's the only direction to go. It doesn't seem to like that, it makes that high noise again and frantically moves it's freakishly large long limbs. I miss it by mere inches. It's not like i TRIED to hit it and it certainly would have made it easier if it hadn't moved but I'm pretty proud of myself for managing to avoid it. It's not like WE bite off anyone's- nevermind. We actually do bite off insects' heads fairly often. But none of us would EVER bite off a human's head, not even our far removed cousins that drink other mammals' blood. What I'm saying is, pull yourself together, human, I'm just a small creature of the night trying to escape from your vehicle of hell.

I've made it. I'm free again. My heart's beating like crazy. I'm heading back East (i know where that is because i watched the big burning orb settle earlier, and as legend has it, it's always set in the West as long as we can remember), to the nest, where the rest of my family is gonna hear one hell of a story.

I've survived an encounter with a human. I'm a fucking hero returning from battle.

0/10 experience, do not recommend.

#bat #bats #story time #Ozzy Osbourne #writing #<< i guess. sure why not #witch-for-ordinary this is your fault. enjoy #for everybody who hasn't read my report‚ context: a bat flew into my car while i was literally listening to black sabbath #mp #halloween #spirit of halloween #the bat story #the bat incident #batman #black sabbath #anyway bye. god the tagging process is so silly why do i cringe so hard everytime i do it. yes i want my post to be seen sorry lmao

[alas-poor-cesario]

Fannish 50 #4 - BTVS, Once More With Feeling

We're at what is potentially my favourite episode of Buffy ever with this one. I quote it regularly and have the soundtrack saved to my phone.

This is the seventh episode of the sixth series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and, more importantly for this Fannish 50 entry, a musical. 

Context

This episode was written and directed by Joss Whedon and originally aired on the 6th November 2001. 

Up to this point in the series Buffy, as the Slayer, has been helped by the "Scooby Gang" in their various end-of-the-world-oh-its-Tuesday-again type scenarios until the end of the fifth season. In this episode (which is another planned Fannish 50 installment), "The Gift", Buffy sacrifices herself instead of Dawn to save the day. The opening of season six brings Buffy back. Willow thought she was rescuing Buffy from Hell, but Buffy was actually in what she believes to be Heaven, something she keeps from her friends.

Plot:

The episode opens with Buffy lamenting how miserable her life has become in "Going Through the Motions" - she's not as inspired as she once was. The next morning everyone meets at the Magic Box and they reveal that they've also been singing. There's a song about what the cause was ("I've Got a Theory").

The gang splits to do some research and go about as normal as they can until they can solve this. Tara has a song with Willow about how much she's improved her life ("Under Your Spell"), Xander and Anya have a duet about the things that irk them about the other ("I'll Never Tell").  Buffy visits Spike who sings about him wanting her to leave him alone if she won't love him ("Rest in Peace"). They realise the songs are bringing out hidden secrets.

Dawn says to Tara she's glad that she's made up with Willow, and not remembering any argument, Tara realises that Willow has used a spell to tamper with her memory. Dawn has a song about lamenting that nobody seems to notice her before being captured by a bunch of minions ("Dawn's Lament") before the song changes into an interpretive dance as she tries to escape ("Dawn's Ballet").  Sweet (monster-of-the-week) says he came to Sunnydale to make her his bride ("What You Feel"). 

Giles realises during his song, "Standing", that he's going to have to step aside and let Buffy take care of Dawn instead of just relying on him. Around the same time Tara finds a picture of the flower Willow used in the spell and they both decide to leave the people they love ("Under Your Spell/Standing (reprise)").  

One of Sweet's minions is captured by Spike and Buffy leaves to rescue Dawn. Initially Giles forbids the Scoobies from going to help before they change their minds and race to catch up. Spike goes between leaving Buffy to her fate is best and helping her is and Sweet says that Buffy is drawn to danger ("Walk Through the Fire"). 

When she gets to the Bronze, Buffy offers to take Dawn's place. She sings here about her take on life now that she's been pulled out of Heaven ("Something to Sing About"), something that's revealed to the others here. Buffy starts dancing quickly and starts to smoke, on the verge of combusting before Spike catches her. 

It's then revealed that it was in fact Xander, not Dawn, who brought Sweet to the town wanting a happy ending. Sweet disappears after releasing Xander from the obligation of being his bride. At this point the Scooby Gang realise that their relationships have been changed too much to go back by the things they've been singing about all episode and they ask "Where Do We Go From Here"). 

Impact:

So the biggest theme and most obvious one to talk about in this is that there's so much miscommunication and lack of communication here and it hurts all of the relationships. You can't just want people to forget things happened and move on, you can't just hide things from your loved ones when it concerns them, you can't just choose to step away without considering the consequences of your actions. 

I really feel like this episode and Hush (the next I'll be covering in the Fannish 50!) are key ones to put together thematically. Here they can't stop singing about their feelings and the truth whereas in Hush they can't speak, forcing them to actually communicate. 

Before I go into detail about the songs themselves from this episode i think this is pretty much the key reason why we have a Grey's Anatomy musical episode, a Scrubs one and the like. It had a massive impact on fans and filmmakers alike. 

Going Through The Motions

This took me by surprise the first time I started watching this episode, I felt off-kilter by the fact that there's suddenly Buffy singing and staking vampires and fighting to music.  I really find it interesting that they say that they can tell she's just "going through the motions" and that essentially her heart isn't in it. Coming back from being dead has changed her and she now wants to feel alive.  It's a "trumpeted version of Where Do We Go From Here", as an "I want" song. The main hero(ine) tells you exactly what it is they're missing from their life. 

I've Got a Theory/Bunnies/If We're Together

I always loved Giles' "eh something isn't right there"  and that he interrupts Xander, firstly.  The Nightmare thing happened already in Buffy and it was great, sadly no singing. But I love that this is what they do, they're relating it to things they know and starting to develop ideas on how they can fix it.  There's this point where Anya starts singing about bunnies not being cute, and it forced me to remember here that Anya isn't human. She is a demon. She has different views to the rest of the Scoobies sometimes and in this case, coming across like a child (again) in that her reasons for disliking bunnies are that they have "twitchy noses" and "hoppy legs" and why do bunnies need good eyesight anyway. Which, looking at it, yes that's a point in favour of bunnies being kind of terrifying, and not just the Monty Python ones.

That Giles and Willow sing about it getting serious before it's passed is one of the standout lines. These are the two members of the gang known for being all researchy and the ones to suggest hitting the books. They also have this slight tone of dissaproval about Anya's bunny-rant which feels important to how they view her as a part of the group - she's not Buffy, the Slayer, Xander the friend who's been around forever basically, or Tara another witch. She's one of the things they're normally working against and I feel like they haven't let that go.

Then Buffy comes in with "I've got a theory it doesn't matter" which works so well as a line with a double meaning. You have that it doesn't matter what caused this, because as she continues to say, they can face anything together. But, on the other hand, you've got to take her last song into account here and wonder is she secretly singing the truth that she's thinking lots of things about life don't really matter in the same way to her anymore. 

 There's another hint of this pessimism when she says "Apocalypse/ we've all been there/ the same old trips/ why should we care" before everyone joins in together and brings it back to a more hopeful tone with "what can't we do if we get in it". Buffy's strength as a Slayer doesn't just come from her powers, it's from her friendships and the loyalty that the Scoobies all have for each other. 

And then Anya comes back in at the end to remind them that she's scared of bunnies and that this is sung, when we know that the enchantment is set to tell the truth, to me, shows just how uncomfortable bunnies make her. And now I want to go through every episode with a fine toothed comb and see if there's other signs of her aversion to them. But, moving on to a shorter song!

The Mustard

Okay I said song, it's more like a couple of lines just saying "they got the mustard out" This gives us a well needed break from heavy hitting musical goodness from the main cast, and shows that this spell is affecting everyone in Sunnydale.  We may be following this main group in this one particular town, but hey guess what? The world is bigger than just them and their problems.

Under Your Spell

"Oh my god I'm cured! I want the boys!" I love this line of Tara's and how she's happy and upbeat here. We see her as being shy and insecure all the time and that line before she says about not being "used to that" hits home that she can be her own person and confident at times.  The special effects here aren't great, I find them so, so cheesy but also it's pretty and magical and fantasy like and I can't fault them for that.  This is also the "magic is gay and here's proof" song which, in a show that didn't really have Willow come out by saying "I'm a lesbian" or any of that. Buffy gets to be physical with the guys she loves but Willow and Tara, to avoid the censors, show their love and affections through magic and spells and clever wordplay in this song.  "The moon to the tide / I can feel you inside" "You make me com-plete" while lying back on the bed etc. 

Tara's family in another episode criticise her use of magic and it reads very much as parents targeting their queer child, making said child shy and fear themselves.  Tara chooses the Scoobies as her true family and grows massively after this (and it includes my favourite Spike moment)

I'll talk more about this in the Standing reprise bit but there's also this joy to their song here that I don't think any of the others get (not counting the mustard here, sorry!). We've had Buffy fighting, the others not knowing what to do, and from this point we get a couple arguing, someone saying to stay away if you can't love them, a child singing about feeling alone, a parental figure realising he has to step away to help his child to grow, a song about coming together to help fight and being unsure of the future. This, when looking at all of those, is potentially the happiest song in the episode and I think that's so important with the magic = gay thing they've got going on

I'll Never Tell

This is one of my least favourite songs from the episode but I also don't really like Anya and Xander as a couple so  Also the musical style isn't really my thing either so I'm a bit biased "The name I made I'll trade for his" is such a powerful line because Anya has spent so long as a vengance demon, she's powerful in her own right but then she's making a massive trade off here to be with a human guy because she loves him.

This song is about not communicating to your partner the little things that will grow and become issues and it shows how important it is. I've actually stopped myself and went "nope I'm not having an I'll Never Tell moment, I'm talking about this" to my partner when there's been something small that's been bugging me that I just can't let go of. I even say that it's a small thing and that it's my issue, but, it's something that if I don't talk about now and deal with, it will become a big problem.  "She thinks I'm ordinary" and here's where we get one of the biggest insecurities for Xander. You have a team with a Slayer, a Witch, an ex-demon, a Vampire, the magical mystical Key, another Witch, the mentor trained about demons since he was a child and ... the guy who knew one of the witches so tagged along. 

Anya interrupts Xander multiple times, which he points out but she just does it again and it's frustrating because it breaks the pace of the song. Then the two of them dance and knowing what we know by the end of the episode that people are dancing themselves into combustion, it makes me wonder if there was a part of it that they were holding back from saying to each other. 

It then gets nicer from this point and they start settling down with each other and actually talking, even if they then go back to saying they'll never tell to each other which is the main problem. 

The Parking Ticket

Speaking of the world is bigger than the Scoobies and their problems ...  This has a comedic moment, it's a nice break away from the Scoobies and it also reminds us that there is a world full of problems outside these few main characters we know and love

Rest in Peace

If Anthony Head hadn't been in this episode then this would have easily been my top song.  Spike is so annoyed by the fact he's actually singing in front of someone and I love that annoyed look at the start of this song so much.  Think about how Buffy is wanting to feel alive now that she's not in Heaven anymore, and how Spike has "died/ but [Buffy] can make [him] feel / like it isn't so". This is a beautiful contrast where Buffy hasn't reached that stage yet but Spike uses his being undead to his advantage, he's comfortable in his role as the big bad scary vampire.  He knows he's being used by Buffy because she doesn't want to talk to the Scoobies and it's hurting him because even though he's a "dead man", he still has feelings. He can't get any peace from her because she's toying with him, he loves her and she doesn't feel the same. 

Then you get to the part where Spike's voice almost becomes soft. He's singing about how there's a "traitor here beneath my breast / and it hurts me more than you've ever guessed" but Buffy doesn't care, she's not seeing that part of him. And it's this really beautiful thing that he becomes soft when he's talking about this bit of his love for her, that he will do anything for her. 

He changes between the vampire, stalking closer to her, tormenting her and pushing her away and honestly saying his feelings. And then after he admits his feelings he turns back into the monster he knows he always will be, tormenting people at a funeral before he finally ends up in a grave, Buffy on top of him

"So you're not staying then" - this line is funny, but honestly after everything that Spike's just sang about it's kind of heartbreaking at the same time. He admits  that he loves her, that his heart is doing what his brain doesn't want and falling for her and then she just runs away from him

Dawn's Lament / Dawn's Ballet 

Again, not one of my favourite moments or the things I've listened to most from this episode  Dawn has a couple of lines about people not noticing her or caring and I know that the reason behind Dawn's lack of song is that Michelle Trachtenberg asked to not sing as much, just dance. 

What You Feel

This is where we learn about the queen thing and that it's Dawn, the child, who's almost left to work out how to back out of this thing when she feels like nobody's noticing or caring is heartbreaking.  Sweet reveals he knows how Dawn feels, that this is all his doing.  "That's the penalty when life is but a song" - Xander wants his happy ending but wishing for something like this, something that's a fantasy will collapse and crumble around him and not work out well for anyone.  You have to put effort into things, into relationships and getting whatever it is you want. 

Standing

Second favourite song of the episode lets go! This is entirely about Giles being worried about how ready Buffy is to go it on her own but knowing that he's holding her back by always being there as a crutch for her.  He knows she has a lot of things to face, a lot of new experiences to have but he's the one holding her back. He's the reason she's standing still. 

He wants to help her and do it for her; he's the father figure she needed when she was younger but because he was always there for her she's missing out on seeing and experiencing so much. She's reliant on him and he's not always going to be there for her and it's a hard thing for them both to admit.  "Wish I could lay your arms down and let them rest at last / wish I could slay your demons but now that time has passed"  - this is such a sad ballad and this line about wanting to do it for her but she's grown up now was so powerful.

Also, talking about the stuff happening on screen for this bit since it's really important in a way that's such a stand out thing; all the way through this he's sparring with her. He throws knives at her head while she's defending herself. That's all he can do to help teach her, and it's not the normal comforting role of a parent but someone raising their kid to fight and be strong and use weapons and he wishes he could give her peace. 

Under Your Spell / Standing (reprise)

And just like that it's my favourite song I love that Tara's lyrics from earlier about being in love with Willow and being enchanted by her, essentially, end up to be a literal meaning of being under a spell that Willow cast. She's worried about loving Willow while the other witch is playing with dangerous magic.  This is the song where the two (Tara and Giles) fully come to terms with the fact they have to take a step back from their loved ones. They don't want to go at all, but they know it's the best thing for them if they do.

Tara doesn't trust that Willow has not played with her memory before this, or that she won't keep doing it in the future and that's such a betrayal of trust for her.  Giles wants to keep being the leader for Buffy and take all of the suffering but if he does that then she won't grow and become the best she can be. 

Putting Giles and Tara together in this song as the ones secondary to powerful women (slayer and witch) was brilliantly done and it starts to show the sacrifices that others make when their loved ones have important things going on in their lives. 

Walk Through The Fire

Buffy starts this song singing about how she has no other choice but to walk through the fire and let it burn her, but that she can't feel. Spike then joins in to say that the torch he bears (his love for Buffy) is scorching him and that he doesn't care if she dies before almost instantly changing his mind. He's soft, he cares here. She won't learn and she will go back to the fire and let it burn her unless her friends and him do something to help her. 

Giles is unsure about his decision to step back in case Dawn gets hurt. He's wondering if Buffy is too reliant on the others, and isn't as 'there' as she should be for all of this to save them. It's a valid fear, every parent wonders if they're doing the right thing for their kids and he's letting her go to now make her own mistakes.  Xander is worried, Anya insults him but agrees that he's right. Buffy's friends are coming together to help her and Giles realises here, I think, that he can help without taking it all for Buffy. They are there to help her and that is what they will do. 

Buffy doesn't quite understand at first and thinks her friends have all turned from her,  and she's singing about not being able to talk to them when Tara chimes in with the "what can't we face if we're together" line. Tara is looking at a much bigger picture here than just her heartbreak over Willow, she's seeing everyone in trouble and knowing that if they stick together then they can make it through this thing. 

I love that they all hit the nail on the head here in this next part with Anya singing that she came from the grave much graver, Giles singing about striking a spark when Buffy is drawn to the fire but that she can't feel. He's wanting her to have a spark of emotion.  Buffy gets that this is a big flame now, it's more than just a monotonous existence of her going trhough the motions  This is the "folks coming together in a call to battle" song

Something to Sing About

Buffy can't be a normal girl, she's not given the chance and she's just fumbling through her life and making it up like we all do.  Since she can't be in Heaven / perfection anymore then her life feels like Hell. Spike comes in, being the heart in this moment and reminds her to keep on living. That things will get better, but that also life is just this. She's alive and this is life. 

What You Feel (reprise)

"say you're happy now" - Sweet is defeated but this is sort of a knife embedded in your heart in a way. They've been singing and now they're safe from him since he's decided to leave them alone so they should be happy, but also they've gone through a lot of learning about each other and themselves, can they really be happy after all of that? 

Where Do We Go From Here

Giles points out that they kinda won - with what i've just said above about Sweet telling people to say they're happy now when they should be but probably can't be feels really important.  Xander and Anya singng about the path ahead being unclear when they had their life almost figured out, getting married and all that is similarly important. 

Everyone going "hand in hand" but "walk[ing] alone in fear" is one of the best lines from this song. They can come together to defeat the monster of the week but are they really helping each other? Are they really acting like a team? No. They're still not communicating properly and letting things stand in their way. 

Coda

Spike and Buffy singing together here ; she wants to feel and she makes him feel. It's poetic and beautiful but they're unsure of where this will take them. Is that enough? 

So, to sum up, this entire episode was a key one for learning how characters feel and getting them to do it through a song enchantment was brilliant. It felt cheesy and fun but with that darker undertone and that worry that there will be something that causes an unfixable rift in the group.

#btvs #fannish 50 #buffy the vampire slayer #once more with feeling

[literaticat]

Hi. I got feedback that a side character disappears halfway through the book. They do - but they show up at the end and I know the person read all of the book because they commented on other things in the end. Is it that the feedback meant "they disappear halfway through and don't show up again until the end"? Or did they make the note as they were reading and forgot to amend it when they finished it? The character has to disappear and reappear but maybe the MC could mention them more? Confused!

You think you're confused? I'M CONFUSED.

I'm NOT getting snippy at all -- I am saying this with lots of kindness. (so nobody needs to holler at me about what a bitch I am, thanks!):

I haven't read your book, my friend, nor am I a mind-reader as to what the person who gave the feedback might have meant.

Regardless of whether a character "reappears at the end" -- if they DISAPPEAR halfway through the book, then like... that's probably what they meant by "they disappear halfway through the book." Your character. Disappears. Is no longer there. Is not mentioned. We have forgotten about them. Who are they again? When they show up again, are we supposed to remember who they are? DO we, the reader, remember who they are and understand why they went away?

If they aren't important at all or are meant to be "transitory" in nature -- like it's a grocery store clerk, and the MC sees them in the store and has some banter with them but then they leave the store and never go back to the store -- that's fine. We, as readers, don't have any expectation that a random grocery store clerk will keep popping up and color our day-to-day lives; we understand that such interactions are short-lived. But if they ARE important and meant to be a big part of the MC's life -- like it's the MC's best friend who lives next door or something, who WOULD be in their day-to-day life... Well. I'll just say, in most stories, it's good if an important character doesn't just vanish.

If the character HAS TO disappear and reappear, as you say ... well WHY? That seems like their disappearance is important, and something *worth mentioning*, no? Like do they have to vanish, because it's a mystery where the friend vanishes, and the book is about finding them again? If so ... and you don't mention the fact that we are actively trying to solve the mystery of this character's disappearance... then yes, mentioning them more would probably be a good idea. :-)

Or... is it commonplace in the main character's world that her friends vanish and then reappear later? Is it common for this friend character? Maybe also in that case, pointing it out would not go amiss. Like "Yeah, Sonia is my best friend, but she tends to skip school for weeks at a time due to her dad's top-secret job. I've always tried to get more info out of her, but she's a vault! I assume they are spies. Anyway, I'll have to do without her help in planning my winter formal outfit..."

[violetsystems]

#personal

I've been steadily filling out applications and sending out resumes. I would say I average about five or six a week. Seeing as how I've been looking for a job since 2020 after being forcibly retired, there's been enough learning through error to know how to apply. It also helps to have a resume though it seems mine gets ignored more than often. Last night I got hit with a question for the second time that seemed fucked up. They asked my sexual orientation. Incels can rest assured asexual is on there but you would think heterosexuals would love to brag about it. This question came after pronouns which I don't mind answering as he/him/his. But gender is a motherfucker and sexuality is nobody's business when it comes to putting a roof over your head. Neither is a governor in Florida trying to pass a law that targets bloggers with fines for writing about him on the internet. Him and his buddies have a lot of money involved in the Chicago election. There's even no cap for political spending so people can be on TV all days in commercials trashing each other. But growing up in a forgotten generation because Boomers and Zoomers rhyme together makes me feel a little more invisible than usual. You read all this shit in the news about how people who lost their jobs just recently are already bouncing back. And the news in America is largely paid for by special interests. I guess that's what don't say gay guy considers bloggers under his proposed laws. We're lobbyists. Except people like me don't influence anything at all. People like to think I do. Like to think that I'm the closet mastermind of some communist revolution. But I'm just some guy that knows how to read iron clad contracts. I went to a cybersecurity conference last summer to network and the key note was given by a lawyer. Not a tech luminary. A fucking lawyer. It seems you are only represented in America in terms of constitutional rights if you get a lawyer. And nobody really has 20k to defend themselves. Bloggers like me you can guess can't even get a lawyers attention. So good luck proving you are being discriminated against in the job market. If your basic rights are protected by the constitution most of the time, it means you have to defend it. Mostly against lawyers, developers of property, outside shadow pacs that donate infinite money to influence the democratic process your country brags about being superior for on the world stage. All the world's a stage, especially when I lock the gate behind me so the meter reader goes away.

That stage really hasn't got much to do with me. It gets in the way of the things I want to focus on like my career and the people I really deeply care about. But it does seem when you have more reason to counter sue they just pretend you disappeared altogether entirely. They'll focus on dirty tricks they can get away with with no fear of retaliation. Which is why Tumblr blaze I guess makes so much money. I wouldn't know I'm ad free for another year. And I don't really use this site for anything other than to communicate with my friends. I don't think anyone understands my life in reality. They just tiptoe around the perimeter. And for years when I tried to be more combative they probably stalked this blog looking for clues. Which seems to be par for the course going forward in America. Even I think it's gotten to be scary, pathetic and depressing. The guy at the DOJ who was supposed to save women's rights and abortion just took a trip to the Ukraine. Our rights that politicians start wars for around the world have disappeared and they're still tap dancing on the ashes. But really all of that is so far removed from reality on the ground. You never really had any rights to begin with. And I live in a weird gray zone of statement shirt hangovers from a bygone era. Everybody still thinks I'm undercover. And I've aged gracefully into the aesthetic and out of all the movements. I have far less to prove except for the fact I feel I'm being blacklisted in the job market. And even then I wake up and face the grim reality that if I didn't have my friends on here I would go fundamentally insane from all the targeting, hate, and subliminal communication everyone in this city wants to have with me. I did my taxes. And I do have a tax lawyer. So communication lines on that are blocked. But everything else? People seem to think it's alright to haze, roast, and terrorize me because they seem to know more about my relationships than I do. This platform has always been fairly anonymous. It really depends how you use it. And people have spent years comparing their basic ass shit to me without ever interacting with me. And I get why that happens by now. And I get that trying to be part of anything other than a job that pays me in the interim while we figure things out is in my best interest. Nobody else around here seems to.

I guess over time some of the people I share property with have grown to understand the nuance. And even then, we like to think of America as a place that respects your right to your own business. Especially when things are complicated and you aren't being represented by Congress or a lawyer. Strategic ambiguity is always in play on the high seas where countries like to play pirates of the Caribbean. If anything I learned it from watching you dad. But after all these years on the catwalk of the post apocalyptic political landscape I can handle myself out there. I just don't think anyone should really put themselves out there. Even applying for jobs and offering data like who you like to fuck is abused. Your bank information and what stocks you choose. Who has billions of dollars to use that information against you? The people buying our next mayor. Around here pope Francis is more in control and I'm not even Catholic. I've travelled all over the world. Even to China by myself. People act like I never left this block. Like they're so much more informed by the internet than me. And this is where I've had to learn to be ok with tuning out. Just like I've had to be ok with reading between the lines. My life sucks don't get me wrong. But being able to devote the time, energy and love to someone you care about is a great feeling. And it's a feeling people think they have an opinion about. Which is nothing new. All America out here has ever tried to do is bully me like basic training in the army. In fact, I wonder if it's learned abusive behavior from all this military service and chauvinistic attitudes passed down from generation to generation. My dad was a sargeant. A military cop auditor. Like if you armed the IRS. I dislike authority but I never hated my dad. My dad never really imparted on me anything in terms of toxic masculinity. But we lived in a matriarchal household. I am also a child of divorce. I'm not a normal person to compare yourself to if you are looking for some political fight. I don't even have instagram, TikTok or Facebook. Next thing you know they'll be asking for that on your resume. The boundaries of the fourth wall that I maintain are for your protection out there. You may think you know what you are reading but you don't wake up with me in my dash. So if you've read this far looking for a lawsuit? Maybe start with a suit coat for that statement shirt so I don't have to read into your bullshit anymore. For the rest of us? They don't call it a long march for nothing. <3 Tim

[seollenda-moved]

Yo 😎 Could I please request twice x reader? The couple had split up but mutually, reader gets seriously injured and members immediately rush to look after them then they confess that they still love each other and want to try their relationship again

thank you for the submission :) this was an interesting exercise in trying to understand and characterize them the best i can...i hope i've done them justice!

[ my submissions box is currently closed ! ]

nayeon:

the first thing nayeon does when she hears you’re hurt is try to call you, but of course you aren’t able to pick up. she’s at a loss, her mind at once racing and blank, her hands shaking

she’s a whole mess, to be honest. she has to get a ride to the hospital, has to gather herself on the ride because she can’t come into your room crying

but when she finally finds you, the tears come back anyway

she hugs you best she can while you’re on the hospital bed, drowsy with morphine. you end up the one comforting her

“i shouldn’t have said those things,” she babbles. “it was all so stupid…i can’t even remember what it was about, i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry too, love,” you reassure her

neither of you had been fair; it was the heat of twenty unresolved arguments, casting you two apart in what you’d really thought was for good

so serious in the moment, so silly now

“i could’ve lost you.”

the two of you know its true, but nobody wants to acknowledge that.

can we try again?

you’re the one who asks first

and she nods wordlessly, with something between a sob and a laugh, pressing the back of your hand to her cheek

there could never have been any other ending for the two of you.

jeongyeon:

you blink awake to the sight of jeongyeon, looking at once vexed and anxious, your hand clasped in both of hers.

“yah,” she mutters, failing to disguise the shaking in her voice. “what were you thinking? walking around alone…in the dark…”

“what, crossing the street?” you laugh weakly. “am i not allowed to cross the street now?”

“you never pay attention to where you’re going anyways,” she retorts, but there’s no fire behind her words. she swipes tears from her eyes, scooting her chair closer to your bedside

it had been messy until it wasn’t

until jeongyeon had figured it all out and come back to you one day and said “i think this isn’t working”

and the both of you were just too tired to give it another chance. so you let it fade out

well, only for a week. until you were bowled over by a mini cooper at 10:39 pm on a (quite shitty) friday night

and jeongyeon looks like something else is in her eyes now, maybe something new had turned over in that quiet mind

she says she wants to try again. but only if you do, too

and there’s no question about it

so you do

momo:

momo has always been bad at goodbyes

the two of you seemed to mutually agree to disappear from each others lives

you’d found traces of her everywhere anyway–scraps of her favourite chocolate wrappers fallen behind the bedside table, a lost sock here, a scrunchie there

you’d found something bigger that day; her favourite hand cream, stashed in your bedside table. for some reason you’d dropped it in your purse

maybe you were considering finding a reason to find her again, to return it, to see if there was anything left for her like there was for you

but now she’s here next to you

her hands shaking and her tears overflowing and unable to utter anything other than your name

her hands, gentle, sweet, familiar

you nod at your bag hanging at the end of your bed; she hands it to you immediately

you retrieve the hand cream, hold it up to her and she can only laugh

“i was gonna give it back, i promise”

“i love you.”

she usually says these words always in a rush; always bursting forth from her in earnestness

but this time she’s hung onto it for a long time, and says it carefully so you understand.

“i love you too, momoring.”

sana:

“why didn’t you call me?”

she’s already in your house, the spare key hanging off the pink fluffy keychain in her hand, a big bag of takeout food in the other

you’re on your couch, properly incapacitated anyway. she sets everything down, throws her coat down on the chair she always dropped her clothes on, hurries to your side

tries to make sense of you, of what’s happened

“i got home last night,” you reply. “i could barely call my parents…how did you…?”

“your mom,” she says, propping your pillow higher against your head. “they should’ve kept you longer at the hospital”

she’s trying to hide it, but she’s hurt, maybe not by you, certainly not blaming you

but maybe this was too close for comfort

a week out and the universe seemed to have reminded her that things weren’t as permanent as she’d thought

maybe you two holding out on a friendly split was too optimistic; it was always going to be all or nothing with the two of you

maybe it was a clue that you never erased her from your phone or photo roll, that you procrastinated asking for the key back, that you’d kept her toothbrush on the sink just a little longer

“sana,” you start, not knowing where it’s going before you finish

“shush,” she says, wiping her tears, turning to get the food she brought you and set you up properly. “it’s not about that right now”

“can it be, for a second? sana?” and she’s quiet, and you’re afraid you’ve pushed it too far

“i can’t lose you, okay? i don’t know on what terms this will be…i don’t know what you want, but i can’t let go of this”

“me neither, sana.”

and maybe something has always stuck around after all

jihyo:

“jihyo?”

you’re in a painkiller haze, but it’s definitely your ex-girlfriend hurrying into your hospital room, her brows set in concern and determination

you begin to sit up

“lie back,” she snaps, and you resist the old urge to defy her bossiness

because you could see the tears threatening to spill already

she comes to an awkward stop by your side, suddenly at a loss

there’s nothing she can do, and park jihyo can’t stand feeling helpless, out of options

but that was what had ended it all, right? when you’d thought there was more, but jihyo felt like it was a rehash every time

“what are you doing here?”

“i’m still listed as an emergency contact apparently.”

oh.

of course, that doesn’t explain why she came, a month after it was resolved, a month of pretending it didn’t hurt to hear about how she was doing just fine through mutual friends, of avoiding her because you were afraid that you would be the one unraveling while she stood firm, always park jihyo in the face of it all

she pulls up a chair, takes your hand, her eyes traveling up your body which is definitely worse for wear

the concern in her eyes feels familiar, immediately safe, you’re already compromised by whatever pharmaceutical concoction is in your veins, but for the first time, you feel like your guard is finally coming down

“jihyo, i miss you.”

“i’m right here”

she smiles, a small sorrow tinged expression that reaches her eyes. you shake your head gently against the pillow.

“no, i missed you. and i kept missing you…”

and in the warmth of her gaze, you have no fear again

“i still love you.”

something falls into place in her expression.

“i still love you too.”

let’s still try again.

mina:

she’s never been good at crises, really

but the moments when it’s for someone else, your minari was there, shaking but unmoveable

stubborn in her principles, even when she withstood everything else in her that told her to let go

you couldn’t be sure if those principles were what drew her away or what kept her from leaving, but when she said she realised something, you knew she was right

she never claimed to know what she didn’t know

but what had changed now?

“y/n, i don’t know what should have happened, but it wasn’t this,” she whispers next to you

she thinks you’re asleep but the sound of her voice filters through the haze of pain and numbness

“i’m sorry,” she continues, “you always said it was you but i never wanted to say that it was me, it was everything i had taken for granted”

“it might’ve been both of us,” you finally rasp, and she jolts up in silent surprise, her dark eyes round, lined with tear smudged makeup

she almost can’t believe you’re lucid

“was the doctor that grim about it?” you crack, but she can’t seem to smile at your feeble joke

“no, i…” she trails off, shaking her head.

“should i pretend i’m asleep again? i didn’t mean to cut you off.”

and she finally laughs because you always make her laugh, it’s something she can’t help and neither can you

“can you stick around a little longer?” you ask, but the both of you know what the question is meant to be

and she nods and kisses you

you fall in love all over again

dahyun:

your dahyunie gets so serious that it is almost frightening

not because she’s angry or mean, but because the usual reliably humor-natured dahyun disappears

and in her place is a sign that things are dire

the last time you’d seen that was when a fight burned hot and then cooled fast

and left the two of you frozen in place, once molten and now wrought into ugly shapes

she saw it for what it was, and you feared that finally she saw who you were for who you are

and she was never cruel, but it was over

but now here she is standing next to you two weeks later, so still and so careful a second time, her eyes betraying little

“you didn’t have to come,” you say, but she doesn’t want to hear it,

she isn’t here for you to push her away with false reasons

“if you want me to leave, tell me, y/n” she says. “but i can’t stop thinking about you, and now i can’t stop worrying about you.”

“sorry”

and though it’s an attempt at levity it only springs tears to her eyes

her hug is the same as it always has been when she gave them, warm and fierce

whatever she’s decided between now and the last time you saw her, you know she’s made up her mind

and trusting her is of second nature

chaeyoung:

when son chaeyoung departed your life with affectionate but honest goodbyes, you thought you’d lost hold of a fairy, one who came and went and left all wanting in her wake

a long year passed, and you knew she was well and you knew that whatever life you could have without her, you were leading it

so your health downturn was a literal and metaphorical slowdown, a shock in the road

a week into managing on your own, she appears on your doorstep, just herself, in her little well worn sneakers and favourite hoodie

smiling like nothing has changed, like she’s sent here on the same mission she had arrived in your life with

because she always knows what you need, sometimes better than you do

and in this moment you need her

as if your soul had cried out in secret and she’s answered

except this time she looks at you with all the frankness of her being and tells you that she was here to stay, that her roots were always set here

you can only ever believe your chaengie, when she returns to you with another piece that fit the puzzle, and she says this time she knows, and whatever little big pieces of the world she figures out, it’s usually right

how did you know? you ask her after that evening’s dinner, over tea and the quiet drone of a tv rerun

she’d only winks and squeezes your hand

how could she not?

tzuyu:

you don’t have to, you didn’t have to

that’s what you’d said, but she’d brushed you off every time, because of course she did–it’s what made sense

couldn’t you see?

maybe you couldn’t.

so you’d broken apart mutually, and you couldn’t tell if she’d felt the same way you did, stepping away from each other

because she’d pointed out that you two had tried it all, what was left?

but when she finds her way back to you, she says that you were right

when she stays by your side the first night at the hospital, receives news that you’re able to return home

she gathers everything together and looks you in the eyes and smiles that gentle dependable smile again

we’ll rebuild, she tells you, helping you to your feet

finding all the bits and pieces of your life that had fallen off when she’d left it

and when you hold the center of the matter, and she all the other parts, you know that it'll work

#twice imagines #nayeon imagines #jeongyeon imagines #momo imagines #sana imagines #jihyo imagines #mina imagines #dahyun imagines #chaeyoung imagines #tzuyu imagines #twice #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #submission

[ackermelon]

Some Haikyuu Men as Lovers: The Good and The Bad

Bokuto: He's extremely energetic, and will shower you with love and affection. He tongue knows nothing but praise when it comes to you, and he will not rest until he sees you smile on a rough day. However, he himself is moody, and even though it may seem cute at first, it does get frustrating as a single word could make him upset. You end up feeling like you're walking on eggshells around him, afraid to say something that would upset him. Your conversations will soon become dry as you feel like anything you say will ruin his mood.

Tsukishima: Once he gets comfortable with you, he will slowly start opening up and will want to be around you all the time. Watching him get flustered is absolutely adorable considering this almost-2-metre-giant is blushing and fidgeting after hearing that his hair looked nice. However, his struggle with communication and expressing his feelings gets extremely frustrating at times. He will hide behind his snarky remarks, and the comfortable balance between banter and romance will disappear, to the point where his words will soon become plainly mean and hurtful.

Oikawa: He is a master at flirting, and will leave you hot and bothered with only a few words. He has the best date ideas and will shower you with love whenever you're together. He is very clingy and will text you all throughout the day whenever he is unable to see you. Oikawa is surprisingly mature when he needs to be, but still has a playful side whenever he wants your attention. However, he is very stubborn, and will hold on to his opinion until you give in. He can also be very petty. He may even mention previous arguments every now and then, and he will appear manipulative as he tries to convince you of his opinion.

Kuroo: He loves you. And he will do anything to make you happy. Whatever you want, Kuroo will try his best to make it happen. He offers to take you on dates at least once a week, and will give you all the cuddles you want. He is very respectful of your boundaries and will make sure you remain comfortable with him. However, this also means that he will not say anything if something you do upsets him. He will bottle it up and pretend to be okay with it, smiling whenever you go out with your male friend, but feeling jealous and uneasy on the inside. Eventually, these feelings will make him lash out, and it will lead to a big fight. (Nothing a little healthy communication cannot fix).

Atsumu: Clingy. He cannot go on without being near you, holding your hand, or simply breathing the same air as you. It's not suffocating, but rather comfortable. When it comes to complimenting you, his tongue has no filter, and he will recite a 4k essay about how stunning you are. However, he can get quite jealous, and it often borders on immature. His possessiveness becomes suffocating, and you end up feeling like a prisoner with him as he voices his disapproval about the relationships you have with different people. It's normal to be possessive of the person you love, but you would want that person to have a life outside your relationship too.

I've been racking my brain for the past few days to write about a few more characters but I think I've successfully created perfect partners out of all the rest in my head. Everyone has flaws - some are manageable, while others aren't. Maybe the some of you can find flaws in other characters which I wouldn't mind as much and thus didn't feel they were major enough to write about. Always remember that nobody is perfect, not even anime characters! :)

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu ships #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa toru #hq oikawa #bokuto #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo imagine #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #writers on tumblr #writing #anime #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fic

[bruhstories]

Fate

Summary: The Abduction of Persephone or how Levi couldn’t get you of his head.

Pairing: Hades!Levi x Persephone!Reader

Warnings & Content: nsfw, mentions of rape & incest (cause, you know, Zeus is a fucking entitled asshole and nobody fucking likes him), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, language, loss of virginity

Word Count: 5.1 k

A/N: literally the only thing I have to say is that for the purpose of this fic, Hanji has she/her pronouns, and the first few paragraphs are written in third person xD happy reading!

Help me...

Please...

Help... me...

Sweat drips from his forehead and his eyes shoot open. That damned dream again. That sweet voice again. Levi Hades can't comprehend why he was dreaming. Gods don'tdream. His bed seems empty, but he never needed anyone in it. For some reason, now he feels like someone is missing. He gets up, naked body and blank eyes watching over his realm from the balcony of his castle. Empty. Other than the souls of the dead that quietly dance around like little flames, it's empty. Other than Cerberus sleeping peacefully, it's empty. And so damn cold. Mortals mistaken the Underworld for a scorching hot place, but in reality, it's as cold as Levi Hades' heart. If he even has a heart.

He wraps his toga around his sculpted body, a wreath of laurels on his coal-black hair, donning his arms with silver bracelets and rings. Time doesn't exist in the world of the dead, but Levi Hades sticks to a strict schedule. He waves his hand and a scroll and quill magically appear on his marble desk. He can't trust Hermes with this message, and so he gives it to one of his dogs to deliver it to Hanji Hecate. Who better to interpret the meaning of his dream than the goddess of witchcraft herself? LeviHades surrounds himself in thick, grey smoke before he disappears from his bedroom.

Somewhere on Earth, Y/N Persephone is being watched by Zeus. The powerful god cannot resist such a beauty, and he is known for having his way with anyone, even his own daughter. But it's not her time, he thinks, not just yet. She knows this, she knows what will happen to her when she reaches the age of marriage, and at night, when not a soul is awake, she sobs and prays that someone will find her and help her. She is willing to do anything to escape her father's clutches and her dark future. And every night she cries, it rains — it pours.

At the outskirts of the Underworld, Hanji Hecate receives a message. She reads it carefully, and a knot forms in her stomach. The goddess heard the pleas of a girl, whom she believed to be a mortal, but if Levi Hades heard her, too, then it could only be another deity. HanjiHecate closes her eyes and performs a spell in the hopes of locating the desperate girl. It doesn't work. It doesn't work because, unbeknownst to her, Demeter is hiding her daughter from the preying eyes of Zeus.

They searched for weeks, mortal weeks, for the crying goddess, but none of them had any luck. Y/N Persephone is somewhere in the shadows of Demeter, but even she knows her mother can't protect her forever. Zeus gets what Zeus wants eventually. The sun rises over the meadow, but Y/N Persephone doesn't know that because she's stuck weaving in a cave, sweat dripping down her forehead, hairs sticking to her face. The drakons Demeter placed at the entrance of the cave followed Y/N Persephone outside, guarding her as she washes herself in a nearby stream. He isn't supposed to be there. Levi Hades isn't supposed to peer at her naked body and the way she splashes the crystal-clear water. He was supposed to meet with Hanji Hecate and take a walk. He was supposed to go back to the Underworld after that. Yet here he is, spellbound by her gestures, her face, her eyes. And then, she sings. Y/N Persephone begins to sing and all the flowers around him bloom. Levi Hades goes into a shocked state, eyes wide open, brows raised. He knows that voice. He knows it because he's been dreaming it. His scent is picked up by the drakons and he disappears, leaving behind a trail of smoke.

"I found her, Hecate. I found her, but I can't get close to her."

"What do you mean you found her? Just like that?" Hanji Hecate's fingers trace the bark of a tree.

"It was fate. It must be." Levi Hades is desperate now.

"Calm down, Hades. I've never seen you so... twitchy." She laughs, kneeling in the grass. The witch plays with some fallen leaves, brown hair flowing in the wind.

"That's because you didn't see what I did. She started singing and flowers bloomed! I don't know what kind of nymph she is, but she is beautiful. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

"Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the day Hades falls in love." Hanji Hecate laughs again. "So why didn't you approach her?"

"Tch, because she was surrounded by drakons. I don't understand why a mere nymph would need so much protection."

The goddess gasps, all traces of happiness gone from her face, replaced by disappointment and anxiety. Levi Hades takes notice of this and places his cold hand on the witch's shoulder, but she flinches.

"You can't have her."

"You knowher?" His voice is condescending, offended that his good friend hid something like this from him.

"Hades, she's Demeter's daughter, Persephone. She's not just some nymph, but the goddess of spring." Hanji Hecate brings her palms together, forming a triangle. "We can't talk here."

Levi Hades nods and lets himself transported to the Underworld, back to the familiar souls lingering in the air.

"Talk, Hecate." He is impatient and demanding, arms folded across his chest.

"Zeus wants her, and Demeter and I are keeping her hidden." The deity explains with pain in her voice.

"Yes, well, you're not doing a very good job, now, are you?"

"Oi, the drakons noticed you. You don't think they would notice Zeus?" She snaps back, traces of arrogance in her voice.

"Hecate... it's Zeus. What would stop that brat from turning into a drakon fool her?"

The goddess shivers, shifting her weight from side to side.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I do, actually. I'll bring Persephone here." LeviHades proudly states, but his face is still blank, not once betraying his true feelings.

"You'll... what?" Her mouth is slightly open, bewildered by the god.

"It's the only place Zeus doesn't have access without an invitation. Face it, Hecate, it's a good plan. Better than yours, anyway."

Hanji Hecate is speechless, completely at a loss for words. She ponders over the idea, a hand brought to her chin to think better.

"Alright, but what makes you think she'll just stroll through the gates of the Underworld without a complaint?"

"Oh, you've mistaken my words. I'll forcefully bring her here." He tilts his head, a semblance of a smirk on his lips.

"For fuck's sake, Hades, she's not what you'd expect. And what about me? I promised Demeter I would protect her!" HanjiHecate throws her hands in the air, her shadow taking the form of a raging dog.

"Do notchallenge me, witch. You know I can destroy you in the blink of an eye." LeviHades growls and her shadow restores itself to its natural shape. "Besides, you would still protect her. The Underworld is where you abide."

She knows she shouldn't carelessly be out in the open one hour before her coming of age. But Y/N Persephone, with tears streaming down her beautiful face, embraced her future. She knows Zeus will come for her, and so she willingly gives herself to him. With poppy seeds, she put the drakons to sleep and left the cave, clad in a sheer toga, her body visible through the transparent fabric.

"If you want me, come and get me, father!" Y/N Persephone screams at the skies, the flora surrounding her slowly turning a dark shade of brown and dying, just like her innocence would die tonight. The earth shatters behind her, marigold flames and ashy smoke cracking open the soil. Shadowy figures emerge, grasping the young goddess' limbs and they drag her down, down, down to the Underworld. She is afraid, her heart beats faster as the moonlight disappears, and all she can see is darkness.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be gentler, but I didn't want Zeus to get the wrong idea."

"You're Hades, aren't you?"

"Yes, but please, call me Levi. Persephone, I presume." Levi doesn't smile, but his voice is warm, contrasting the cold that surrounded your body.

"Don't call me that." You spit back, confused as to why you were in his realm in the first place.

"You should be a little more grateful that I saved you, brat." He narrows his eyes down at you.

"Saved me? You abductedme. You're no better than him."

Hanji Hecate was right, you had fire in your soul, and an attitude that would drive Levi over the edge.

"Tch, don't compare me to that pretentious cock." The god scoffs and your expression softens.

"Zeus is a... cock? With a beak and feathers?" You giggle and he almost wants punch himself. How could he forget how innocent you are? Clearly, he's been spending too much time with Minthe.

"That's one way to put it."

"Is there another way?" You ask with your index finger brought to your lips, pure curiosity in your eyes.

"Forget that, you said you didn't want me to call you Persephone. How else should I address you?"

"Y/N." You tell him, eyes peering to the balcony of his castle and you skip to it. "Oh, this place is huge! What are those?" You point at the colourful flames dancing in the air.

"Souls." Levi joins you, resting his arms on the marble railing.

"They're beautiful!" You are in awe, and he is just as mesmerised by your beauty. Not one sane god or goddess would consider the souls of the dead beautiful.

"Look, Y/N, I heard you. In my dreams, I mean. I'm not going to hurt you, I brought you here to rescue you." He lies through his teeth. Levi did want to save you, he still does, but he can't deny the fact that he wanted you all to himself. "I'm gonna mind my own business, you mind yours. Try not to break anything. And don't, under any circumstances, make a mess out of my castle, or my realm."

You lean on the railing, nose scrunched and a hand on your hip.

"What am I supposed to do, then? And what about my mother? What about when spring comes and I have to bring it? What about Zeus?"

Levi grits his teeth, almost regretting his decision of saving you.

"Tch, I'll deal with Demeter. I'll tell Zeus I'm marrying you. You can go bring spring when it's due. Happy?" He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"And you won't taint my innocence?"

Oh, he will taint it, alright. But not just yet.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do."

"You still didn't answer my first question. What am I supposed to do?" You shift your weight from one leg to the other, impatiently waiting for a proper answer from your captor.

"Anything you want, just don't get in my way when I'm dealing with the dead."

"You're an aggressive little man, you know that?"

Levi can feel a blood vessel bursting on his forehead. You were truly annoying, but he couldn't just sit around and wait for Zeus to have his way with you.

"Anyway, I suppose it is safer to be here." You rolled your eyes. "Got any books?"

"What, you read?" He snorts, a condescending brow arched.

"Don't patronise me. You're the one who abducted me, you could at least try to be nice to me."

Levi sighs. This wasn't how he imagined things would go. He imagined you'd make the perfect housewife and keep him some company.

"First floor. Just stay out of the restricted section."

"Why?"

"Because I said so. Zeus' beard, are you always this irritating?"

"Are you?" You chuckle, a hand hiding your smile.

With another sigh, Levi disappears, leaving you alone. "Great job, Y/N, you made the only person who took a crumb of pity on you to go away." You say to yourself, a pout on your lips.

The Underworld wasn't as bad as you thought. Sure, there was the occasional fire popping from the ground here and there, and you had to be careful not to burn yourself, but overall, it was serene. Some parts of it were scorching hot, but mostly it was cold, and you always brought an extra cloak with you when exploring the realm. Levi wasn't always with you, in fact you haven't seen him in days, but you met his three-headed puppy. Well, puppy wasn't the best word to describe the creature, and it did try to eat you the first time, but you stood your ground and tamed the beast with your singing and eager belly rubs.

"This is a sight I never thought I'd live to see." Levi is shocked, watching his raging dog so calm. "Cerberus never lets anyone but me touch him." He gives the dog a few pats on his back.

"Well, Cerberus likes me better, don't you? Who's a good boy? You are, yes, you are!" You kiss all three muzzles and hug the gigantic beast, the heat of its fuzzy body warming you up.

"Oi, don't get ahead of yourself. Come here, Cerberus." Levi extends his arms and the creature is confused. "I said, come here."

The dog stops wagging its tail and plops next to you with a groan, one head resting in your arms. The shit-eating grin on your face is enough to make Levi sigh.

"See? I told you he likes me better." You poke your tongue out in triumph. You wave your hands and the god watches how you place three daffodil wreaths on each of Cerberus' heads. "Much better!"

"Y/N, he looks silly."

"No, he looks adorable! Here, I made you one, too."

Levi takes the flower crown and inspects it, careful not to crumble the petals.

"What is this?" He asks, marvelling at the beauty of the ice-blue colour of the plant.

"Uh, a flower crown?"

"Yeah, no shit. I meant what flower is this?"

"Oh, it's a blue poppy. One of the rarest plants in the world." You smile. "I think it suits you."

"You're an oddball."

You sit in a lavish chair, all kinds of foods displayed on the table in front of you. Saliva pools in your mouth, but you decide to wait for Levi anyway. It's bad manners to start eating without the host, Demeter taught you that. Gods and goddess don't eat mortal foods, but sometimes they indulge in it, and tonight was one of those nights.

"Here, try this." Levi offers you a strange fruit, something humans have on earth, but different.

"What is it?" You poke your finger at the juicy fruit, sucking the sweetness from your digit.

"It's a pomegranate that only grows in the Underworld."

You pick at the seeds, popping one in your mouth. You couldn't believe something so good could grow in a cold place like this.

"So, what's the occasion?" You ask Levi as you eat three more seeds, the crimson juice staining your lips.

"Our wedding."

You accidentally swallow, choking on saliva and the pomegranate seeds, your fist hammering your chest as you gasp for air.

"What?"

"I told Zeus I'm marrying you and now he wants proof." Levi bluntly states, a chalice of nectar in his hand.

"No."

"You don't have a choice, unfortunately."

"But… I'm supposed to be a virgin. Marriage implies consumption of it." You slam your fists on the table. "My mother-"

"Your mother lied to you. You're a goddess of fertility for fuck's sake." He shrugs and you're shocked by how chilling his voice sounds. Sure, Levi was always brooding and silent, but now he was just inconsiderate. "However, I'm not a man who breaks his promises. I told you I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"Oh, how niceof you. I'm leaving." You stand up, pushing the chair away.

"And go where? Demeter can't protect you forever, and you don't stand a chance against Zeus."

"You know why I hate my name so much, Levi?" You growl, fingernails digging into the wooden table.

"Do, tell."

"Because it means destruction. A fitting name for a goddess of ‘fertility’, don't you think?" The table splits open and all the plates fall to the ground. Your normal, bubbly aura changes suddenly and there's a hint of red in your Y/E/C eyes. "You think I don't stand a chance against Zeus? I'm his offspring." You snap, and instead of flowers falling out of your hair, there's thorns, spikes and rusty leaves all over the place. The uglies, most poisonous plants sprout from the ground and you're no longer the goddess of spring, but the bringer of slaughter, and Levi is impressed. Now he really knows it was faith that brought you together, he knows your place is with him — with the dead.

"Marry me." He says, unmoved by your little show. Unmoved on the outside, because on the inside he wants to bend you over and fuck you silly. His words shouldfuel your rage, but you're too surprised by the fact that he still wants to marry you, despite your outburst.

"Why? Because Zeus wants that?" Vines protrude from your skin and your fingernails turn black. You were completely different than the helpless little girl he rescued that night. You were terrifying. But not to Levi — to him you were fascinating.

"Because I want that."

It was safe to say you had fallen in love with Levi in those nine months since you came to the Underworld. He accepted you the way you were, he accepted your darkness, something not even your mother could do, and that's what triggered your feelings for the god of the dead. You still didn't allow him to call you Persephone, because you still hadn't fully embraced that part of you. Spring was almost due, but you promised Levi you'd go to earth after your wedding. Everyone would be there, including Demeter, which you haven't seen in a long time.

A soft knock interrupts your thoughts.

"Y/N, are you ready?"

"In a second, Hanji!"

"Oh, thank the gods for calling me that. I keep telling everyone I'm tired of Hecate but they don't care." The witch scoffs from the other side of the door.

"Has my mother arrived?" You ask, concern visible in your voice.

"Yes. And she's not happy."

"Hey," you open the door, "thanks for taking the blame and explaining things to her." You hug the goddess and she holds you tight.

"Don't worry about it, kid. It's me who should thank you. I don't know what you did to Levi, but he seems happier. He won't show it because he's a prick, but I can feel it."

You flash Hanji a genuine smile and ask her to fix your veil, to which she gladly accepts before escorting you to the castle grounds. Your mother should do this, but she hated her future groom, or your father, but he was a sick man who only decided to leave you alone because he respected Levi.

Every god and goddess of Olympus is here, even your uncle Poseidon. You emerge from the castle, arm looped around Hanji's and you smirk at Levi's shock. He never thought you could be more beautiful, yet here you are, dressed in silk, flowers on your hand and a thin veil clinging from the peony crown on your head. You catch a glimpse of Demeter before drifting your eyes to your future husband.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gods and goddesses, we have gathered here today to witness and bless the union between Levi, god of the Underworld, and Y/N, goddess of spring." Hanji proudly declares. The ceremony doesn't last too long, and when Levi's lips crush yours in what is your first kiss, thousands upon thousands of plants sprout from the soil, colourful flowers blooming and letting out the sweetest smells known to mankind. Love, he thinks, that's what love smells like.

You're tired from the party, tired from all the talking and mingling, tired from your mother's lecture, and tired from avoiding your father. At least Hera was nice enough to wish you a happy marriage. You pace around your bedroom, sitting on the bed, then standing up again. Levi went to his chamber after the party, but you were expecting, no, you wanted to consume the marriage. You walk to his room, a toga lazily draped over your shoulders, and open the door without a single knock. He's in bed, the only light source being the colourful souls levitating outside his windows. You carefully push the covers and climb into the bed, gently scooching closer to him.

"Psst, husband, are you sleeping?" You poke his shoulder.

"Tch, not anymore." He sighs, not bothering to open his eyes and look at you. "What do you want?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! Seeing as we're married now, I thought it's only natural for a wife to sleep with her husband." You roll on your side, propping yourself on your elbow. Tentatively, you tug on the fabric of the toga, exposing your shoulders and part of your breasts.

"So sleep." Levi finally lolls his head to the side, facing you. He did not expect to see you sprawled on his bed like that, in a lewd position and a playful smile on your soft lips. "You don't have to do this just because we're married.

"I'm doing it because I want to. And I know you want it, too, Levi." You purr, your fingers grazing over your collarbone.

"It's going to hurt." He warns you, but his hand is already on your thigh.

"I know. But you'll take good care of me, won't you?"

Levi has no idea which one of you is talking — Y/N, goddess of spring, or Y/N, goddess of destruction — and frankly he doesn't even care at this point. As long as he has your approval, he knows he can do whatever he wants. You pull him into a sloppy kiss, obviously inexperienced, but he likes it that way. He likes that you have no idea what you're doing because he can be in control. His hand runs up and down your thigh and you can feel heat building in your core.

"Tingles..." You mumble in his lips with a hazy smile.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Levi pulls away and you nod. "Show me."

You feel embarrassed and small, but obey nonetheless. Your hand travels between your legs and your fingers touch your already swollen clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Levi watches you with hungry eyes, wanting very hard to abstain, but he can't, and so he takes your nipple in his hot mouth. You whimper at the new sensation, electricity shooting through your body as he snakes a hand between your thighs, two fingers diving into your cunt.

"Ah! L-Levi! So big!" You mewl and he throws his head back, releasing your poor nipple.

"That's nothing compared to what you'll get, you needy brat." He curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot, and you buck your hips. Despite being a virgin, your body naturally knows what to do. Your spongy walls clench around his digits and Levi can already feel how tight you'll be around his cock. "You're so wet."

"Is t-that a good thing?" You're innocent and pure and you rock your hips back and forth, pathetic moans escaping your lips.

"Fuck, yes." Levi kisses you, and it's nothing like the kiss from your wedding. It's desperate and greedy, and he wants you all to himself. The pace quickens, he's pumping his fingers in and out of you faster and you don't know what to do, so you keep rubbing your clit and the familiar heat of your orgasm flushes through your body. You come undone on his hand, the sinful, squelching sound echoing in the bedroom.

"It didn't hurt at all!" You look at your husband, but there's a hint of mischief in your voice, a playful glisten in your eyes. Levi clicks his tongue, because the worst — and best — is yet to come, and you know it — you're no saint.

"Come here." Levi orders and yanks you by the hair, his aggressive gesture sending a shiver down your spine and into your cunt. "Be a good girl and open that pretty mouth for me."

You obey and part your luscious lips and then you see his cock for the first time — thick and veiny, it slaps your face as it pops out of his undergarments, the tip grazing over your cheeks.

"Levi that's... that's too big." You chew your lower lip and lean back.

"You'll be fine. You said it yourself, I'll take good care of you." He cups your face with one hand, thumb caressing your chin. "Now suck it. Make sure to use lots of spit."

You feel your cheeks hot and test the waters by giving the glistening tip a few licks, tongue swirling around it. It tastes salty, and you find yourself liking this. Levi pats your head, but you feel him tensing with each movement of your tongue.

"Shit." He curses under his breath and when you look up at him with doe eyes, his heart pounds into his chest. You courageously take the tip into your mouth, and with hollowed cheeks, you move further. "Yeah, just like that. Take it all."

Bobbing your head up and down, you try to take it all, but the girth and length is just too much, and tears pool at your eyes from the lack of air, but also from how good it feels to have a fat cock in your mouth. Muffled moans reverberate in your throat, and Levi can feel the vibrations tickling him. He firmly grabs your nape and holds your head in place.

"Trust me and relax, can you do that for me?"

You half-nod, anxious and somewhat excited for what is about to happen. Your husband rocks his hips back and forth slowly before aggressively fucking your poor throat, and you feel the arousal building in your core again. So much for promising your mother you'd always stay a virgin. You want to touch yourself again, but Levi slaps your hand away and thrusts into your mouth, holding your head still until you choke, your fingernails digging into his arm. The god pulls out and you gasp for air, and he almost feels sorry when he sees your pathetic state.

"A-again!" You flash him your pearls in a sultry smile, spit dripping down your chin. Who knew you liked asphyxiation?

"Needy brat."

"Please!"

"Tch, later. Right now, I want to fuck you." Levi growls and he already has you pinned on the bed, arms above your head and legs spread open for him. His cock presses against your slick slit and you brace yourself for the incoming pain. "If you want me to stop, tell me."

You don't have the time to nod when you feel a burning sensation between your legs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bury the back of your head into the pillow and grip the sheets so tight your knuckles begin to lose their colour. Levi slowly pushes further, another inch buried in your cunt, and you bite on your lower lip. But you don't tell him to stop, instead your spongy walls clench around his cock and another inch gets lost in you.

You never thought gods could feel such immense pain, yet here you are, with a bloody lip from digging your teeth into it and a sore pussy. But the worst thing faded bit by bit when Levi bottomed out into your cunt. The two of you sit still, your husband allowing you to get used to his girth.

"Do you think I bled?" You ask, eyes filled with tears.

"Probably, but I promise it will never hurt like this from now on." He comforts you before licking the blood from your lips. The gesture makes your cunt flutter and Levi takes it as a sign to go on. Slowly, he rocks his hips back and forth, and the molten pain is replaced by tingles and arousal.

"You good?"

"Y-yes, oh, f- yes!"

"You can say fuck, you know?" Levi thrusts once, and it's so deep you feel his cock brush over your cervix.

"Fuck!" You cry out, legs wrapping around his waist to make sure he doesn't pull out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Good girl."

There's no more room for gentle touches and soothing words when your husband fucks you raw. Your hips buck against his to feel that sweet pressure you never knew you longed for. In and out, his cock makes you feel sore and hazy, and you want more. The sound of his balls slapping your ass makes your mouth water and your eyes glossy, and Levi feels selfish. He pulls out, turns you over and takes you from behind, like a rabid dog fucking a bitch in heat. And you are in heat — you love the way his thrusts make you feel dumb, the way his cock stretches you, the way he uses and abuses your tight little cunt. Everything is so new to you and you adore every bit of it.

"Shit, I'm close." Levi warns you, his fingers digging into your hips, and you want to be good for him, so you drag your hand between your thighs and rub your swollen clit in frantic motions.

"L-Leeevi! I think I'm-"

"Fuck!"

When you feel a hot liquid shooting into you, your legs begin to tremble and you come on his cock, head falling onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. He pulls out and you already miss the feeling of being full, your juices mixed with his own dripping down out of you, down your thigh. You curl up next to your husband, hand holding his arm before you drift to sleep.

A sweet smell fills Levi's nostrils and when he looks at your tired body, there’s flowers in your messy hair. He still can't get used to the way your divine, disorganised powers work, but at least now he knows what's been missing from his life, and the corners of his mouth slightly twist upwards into a genuine smile. The god of the dead, in love with and married to the goddess of spring. Order and chaos blending together in one beautiful, perfectly arranged mess.

It’s fate. It must be fate that brought you together — but it’s love that will keep you together.

tagging @starrynightlys @stolemyheart12

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[jenohi]

double take

PAIRING ▸ park jeongwoo x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ mutual pining, best friends-to-read it to find out, high school au, lacrosse au,

WARNINGS ▸ foul language, mild aggression(???)

SUMMARY ▸ when two friends start questioning the feelings they have for each other.

PLAYLIST ▸ double take by dhruv

WORD COUNT ▸ 4541 words

A/N ▸ Honestly, I'm not totally satisfied with this piece but I've been sitting on it for awhile and I would just rather publish it. I had many thoughts as I wrote this piece and at some point as I wrote I started to question if I picked the right member for this story. But I stand by my decision with the member I chose.

I could say I never dare

To think about you in that way

But, I would be lying

Jeongwoo was lost in thought as he walked back home from school. It was something he wasn’t used to doing alone but lately it was something that had been happening more and more often. But still he wasn’t able to shake the feeling and get used to it. Without your presence around, without his favorite person to bicker with, Jeongwoo found he had more time to think.

“Jeongwoo-ya!” Jaehyuk yelled. When Jeongwoo got home he was still lost deep in his thoughts, so lost that he hadn’t heard his brother call out to him at all. “Jeongwoo!” Jaehyuck yelled again, this time right into Jeongwoo’s ear. Jeongwoo flinched and poked his ear a few times to make sure he could still hear before he turned around to glare at his brother.

“What?”

“Are you good? I said hello when you came home and you just walked right past me in zombie-mode, I even offered you oreos.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Jaehyuk gave his little brother a strange look, his eyes wide and mouth gaping open. He was surprised. “You’re even apologizing now? What’s gotten into you? Are you good?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I think.”

To anyone other than Jeongwoo, it was obvious that Jeongwoo was indeed not fine. “Cut the shit. Something’s on your mind, what’s wrong? Also where’s Y/N? I haven’t seen her in awhile, I feel like she used to always come back here with you.”

“Aish, I’m fine. Y/N? Well… I think she’s doing okay. Honestly, I haven’t seen her in like a few weeks. One day she told me not to wait up for her and so that day I didn’t. But the next day I did and the next day and the next day…” Jeongwoo said. He hadn’t realized that each day he had waited for you until he said it aloud. Why did he wait for you?

As if he could read Jeongwoo’s mind, Jaehyuk asked “why did you wait for her? Did she tell you to?”

“No, but we used to walk back together every day.” Jeongwoo paused, “I guess I just got used to it and expected things would go back to normal. She lives next door, we’ve been walking back together for years now.”

“How do you feel about it?” Jaehyuk asked, doing his best to contain his excitement and to stop himself from cheering like he was watching a soccer match. He’d been watching this budding relationship develop for years now. It seemed like his bone-headed baby brother was finally pulling his head out of his ass. His ship was taking off. Finally.

Jeongwoo paused. “I don’t know. How am I supposed to feel? We’re just friends right?”

“Right.” Jeongwoo could hear the snark in his brother’s voice as he turned around and walked into his room. “Maybe you should think about it a little bit more.”

“Think about what?” Jeongwoo asked, exasperated, now it felt like his own brother was acting weird too. Jeongwoo wanted to pull his hair out. He wanted his brother to stop asking him such cryptic questions, he wanted to ask his friend why she had suddenly stopped walking home with him, and he just wanted...he just wanted to go back to when things were normal.

“Jeongwoo. Tell me, have you ever thought of Y/N as anything other than a friend?” Jaehyuk said. Then he pondered it for a second. “Actually, you don’t even have to tell me. Tell yourself. Be totally honest.”

With that Jaehyuk disappeared behind the door to his room and Jeongwoo stood there once again in thought. He thought about the times you had spent walking back together, sharing stories, sharing secrets, and sharing songs. He thought about how vibrant and lovely you looked when you told him what crazy things had happened to you that day. The walks back home were so much more quiet without you.

To say he had never thought about you that way was...a lie.

And I pretend I'm happy for you

When you find some dude to take home

The next day of school Jeongwoo made up his mind to confront you about it. Okay, maybe not confront you about it but ask you if everything was okay. He found you sitting in your seat in the homeroom chatting away with your friends. Jeongwoo did his best to wipe his hands on his thighs as discreetly as possible before tapping on your shoulder.

You turned around, you could feel your eyebrows shoot up when you saw Jeongwoo standing there behind you. “Hey.”

“Hi, would you mind if I had a word with you really quickly?” Jeongwoo asked.

“No, not at all. Let’s go out in the hallway.” You said, getting up from your seat and smiling at your friends before walking out of the classroom, you spun around once you were a reasonable distance from the classroom door. “What’s up?”

“I just, I was just wondering why I haven’t seen you outside the school. So you know, we can walk home together. I’ve been waiting for you.”

You felt your heart flip-flop but you didn’t let it show. “Oh, well I joined the school’s ambassador program right? The foreign exchange students arrived. They asked us to stay after to help them get accustomed to the school’s culture and to answer any questions they have. It’s actually so much fun, my student is this guy from Japan! His name is Haruto! Jeongwoo, he’s so attractive.”

Before you could continue or Jeongwoo could respond, the bell rang. You tossed an apologetic smile over your shoulder before walking into the classroom and taking a seat. Jeongwoo made his way over to his own classroom and sat down for class. But he couldn’t focus at all.

‘Haruto? Who was Haruto?’ he thought. ‘How attractive could he be? There’s no way this Haruto guy was more attractive than he was right?’

Jeongwoo pulled out his phone to check his appearance. He felt his phone ring, he glanced up to see that the teacher wasn’t looking so he clicked on the notification to read the message he just received. His chest felt weird for a quick second when he saw the notification was from you.

Y/N: Was there anything else you needed? I’m sorry you’ve been waiting for me, you don’t have to do that now. I should have told you earlier but Haruto’s been walking me home after our program.

Jeongwoo: No, that’s all I was curious about. Thanks for the heads up. Haruto sounds like a cool guy. I’m glad.

Jeongwoo was not glad.

But, I won't deny that

In the midst of the crowds

In the shapes in the clouds

I don't see nobody but you

And suddenly, it was like Jeongwoo couldn’t not see you. You were everywhere. He started to take new routes home, he visited shops, studied in cafes, sometimes he even considered joining a school club just to stay after. But everywhere he went, everything he did he thought of you. He saw something in a shop that would remind him of you, he wondered what kind of drink you’d get at the cafes he visited, and even in the most crowded streets sometimes he swore he saw your face.

You were everywhere yet nowhere at the same time.

In my rose-tinted dreams

Wrinkled silk on my sheets

I don't see nobody but you

But Jeongwoo acknowledged he was truly and utterly screwed when he started to see your pretty face in his dreams. Your face wasn’t ever the problem. It was missing you. It was wondering if you had replaced him. It was wondering if you were with that new guy Haruto now.

At the end of two weeks of utterly horrible sleep, Jeongwoo thought to himself. He needed to do something about the situation and he needed to do it fast. The best person to consult? His hopeless romantic of a brother.

you got me hooked on to something

Who could say that they saw us coming?

Tell me, do you feel the love?

“Jaehyuk-hyung. Help me.” Jeongwoo asked, slamming his brother’s door open and barging into the room.

Jaehyuk paused his game, muttered something into the microphone and then took off his headset. “What’s up?”

“I like Y/N. What do I do?”

“Awww Jeongwoo has a crush! My baby brother has finally opened his eyes and is admitting his feelings to himself.” Jaehyuk teased.

“Yeah yeah. You get to jab at me this one time and then never again. You may be older than me but I’ve grown 8 cm in the last year. I’m just as tall as you now!” Jeongwoo threatened.

“I feel like I should be able to tease you about it for a little longer than just this once. It’s so obvious between the two of you. You both are such dummies.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Jeongwoo asked. “Nevermind, I don’t think I want to know. Just help me, what do I do? She’s been spending the last few weeks after school with another guy. I have to act fast and I want to impress her.”

“Well, there’s a long weekend coming up. What do you guys like in common?”

“We talk about music a lot. She and I have similar taste in music.”

“Why don’t you take her to a concert or see live music or something?”

Jeongwoo thought about it. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how good of an idea it was and it was possible, he saw an ad for his and your favorite artist that was coming to town soon. He rushed out of Jaehyuk’s room.

“Thanks hyung!”

The first thing Jeongwoo did once he got back to his room was search the concert details. To his relief, there were still tickets available and he snatched two as quickly as he could. He breathed a sigh of relief once he found the confirmation in his email.

His mind wandered over to what Jaehyuk had said earlier ‘it’s so obvious between the two of you’. What was so obvious? Was there something he wasn’t seeing? Did you feel the way he felt about you? Did everybody else see something between the two of you that neither of you had seen yourselves?

Who else saw them coming? Did you feel the love? Was it love? Whatever. Jeongwoo just prayed you would be available this weekend.

Spend the summer of a lifetime with me

Let me take you to the place of your dreams

Tell me, do you feel the love?

Jeongwoo: Are you free this weekend? I got tickets to Big Bang’s concert. We should go.

Y/N: I’m so down to go to Big Bang. Haruto is actually a huge fan as well. He got me a ticket! We should all go together. Haruto is really cool! I think you guys would get along amazing.

Jeongwoo could feel his insides curling up on each other and the expression on his face souring. But he sucked up his pride and answered.

Jeongwoo: Awesome.

Jeongwoo had to admit, Haruto was cool. The two boys had exchanged conversations about music, sports, and clothes. Everything under the sun. Except for you. He wanted to ask but he also didn’t want to ask. He was afraid of the answer.

He tried to keep his cool when he saw you interact with Haruto. His mind was clouded with questions, worries. Was he too late in chasing your affections?

About halfway through the concert you had started to get fed up by the way Jeongwoo was acting. Bang Bang Bang came on and you were not going to let Jeongwoo’s prissy attitude ruin this experience so you grabbed his hand and started jumping. Thankfully, the sour expression on your best friend’s face started to disappear. At the sight of Jeongwoo’s goofy grin, you felt a strangely warm feeling spread through your body and the warmth flowed up into your face. You tried your best not to think too much about it.

By the end of the song, Jeongwoo had his arm thrown over your shoulder and yours was loosely wrapped around his waist as the two of you jumped to the beat. At the very end of the song as you went to land the last jump, there was a sharp pain that shot up your ankle as you landed.

Jeongwoo felt his heart lurch as he realized you were about to slip. Without even thinking, he wrapped his other arm around you and held you before you could topple over. And then all of sudden it was like the world had paused. For the first time in a few weeks, Jeongwoo really looked at his best friend for the first time.

He looked into your eyes and asked the question that he was too afraid to say aloud. ‘Do you feel the love?’

And I could say I never answered

Those believers inside my head

But that's far from the truth

For the rest of the concert, Jeongwoo held you in his arms as the two of you swayed from side to side. You hadn’t realized how much Jeongwoo had grown in the past few weeks. You were thankful that you were facing the band and that Jeongwoo stood behind you with his head resting on yours. His arms were wrapped around your shoulders.

Truthfully, the last few weeks had been both torture and a sweet relief. You knew there were feelings simmering for Jeongwoo for a long time, but lately you couldn’t put a finger on it. He had grown up and he had grown up well. And then all of a sudden the feelings exploded and they became hard to tame and hide. So when you saw the flyer for the foreign exchange students program a few weeks ago, which would run after school, you snatched up the opportunity.

The time away from Jeongwoo did help you clear up your mind a bit. And you did make a new friend from it. Haruto. And Haruto was handsome. But there was no romantic chemistry. Haruto had his own romantic issues.

But this concert wasn’t what you were expecting. It wasn’t weird for you and Jeongwoo to exchange the occasional hug. But this felt like more affection than usual and it felt good. When Jeongwoo had caught you from the fall and looked into your eyes as he held you, your head started to spin, your thoughts and feelings started to run wild again. It was harder and harder to run from the truth, that you had fallen for your best friend, Jeongwoo.

To admit that was scary. To wonder what would happen to your relationship if things changed. What if he didn’t feel the same way about you? What if he became awkward and the relationship irrevocably fell apart? But what if he did return your feelings? But then what if it didn’t work out and it all fell apart? Suddenly, this didn’t feel so good anymore.

Jeongwoo wanted to hold you and never let you go. Unaware of the many thoughts flying through your head, he wished you’d turn around and look at him again. He wished he was braver, he wished. He wished for so many things but he was scared. But for now he was so happy, so content, holding you in his arms.

Don't know what's come over me

It seems like yesterday when I said

“We'll be friends forever”

“Y/N? Can we grab food after this?” Jeongwoo asked into your ear. A sudden storm of butterflies stormed into your stomach and you pretended not to hear him as you pulled his arms off of your shoulders and stepped out of his embrace.

Jeongwoo could feel his body heat in frustration. He had never had to fight for your attention, there was never any competition for it before. But now that he had to, he hated it.

“Where’s Haruto?” you asked, looking around for your friend, avoiding eye contact with Jeongwoo. Thankfully before it became too awkward you felt your phone vibrate. You tapped on the notification to see that it was a message from Haruto.

‘Haruto was great, but was he really so great he could undo the years of growing up together?’ Jeongwoo fumed silently as you read the message on your phone. He tried his best to compose himself.

Haruto: I had to go, sorry. I saw someone I used to know.

Shit.

“Y/N? What’s up?”

“Uh, Haruto dipped. He caught up with a friend.” you said. Jeongwoo did all that he could to keep the smile off of his face.

“So...you wanna grab food?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you hungry? Let’s go to McDonald’s! We should catch up. I feel like-”

“Actually, it’s kind of late Jeongwoo. And I’m kind of tired. Would you mind taking me home?”

This time, you did see the smile slide right off of Jeongwoo’s face. “Oh. Yeah of course.”

“Thanks Jeongwoo. You’re such an amazing friend to me.”

Constellations of stars

Murals on city walls

I don't see nobody but you

If Jeongwoo thought the two weeks leading up to the concert were bad, then the next two were absolute hell. Instead of moving forward, it was like your relationship had shot backwards.

‘Friend?’ Jeongwoo fumed. He was absolutely pissed every time he thought about it. He didn't want to be your friend. That much was obvious now.

Now it wasn’t just that the two of you didn’t walk back home together. Now you didn’t answer his texts. Now you didn’t even look at him in school. Now you didn’t even show up to support him at his sporting events. Now it sucked. Jeongwoo felt like a kid who had done something wrong and had been sent to time out. But what had he done wrong?

Had he overstepped his boundaries? Had he said something wrong? He hadn’t said anything other than ‘do you want to get food?’

But still Jeongwoo couldn’t get you out of his mind.

You're my vice, you're my muse

You're a nineteenth floor view

I don't see nobody but you

Jeongwoo thought he was being rational. He figured you needed space but he couldn’t figure out why. But when Jaehyuk dropped him off at lacrosse tryouts in the spring and he saw that you were in the stands chatting with Haruto he was absolutely livid. He could feel his heart face and his blood boil. Jeongwoo’s regular pleasant demeanor had evaporated in an instant.

But to be fair, all his pent up aggression seemed to work to his benefit as he exerted all of it on the field. And at the end of the day, his coach had told him that he’d done so well he might get a spot on the varsity team. That was an amazing opportunity as a Sophomore.

If Jeongwoo was livid seeing you at tryouts the first day. He was absolutely furious when he saw Haruto run up to you during breaks to chat. When he saw you hand Haruto a bottle of water with such a pretty smile on your face he wanted to punch something. Or someone.

At the end of the second day of tryouts, the coach called Jeongwoo into his office.

“I don’t know what they feed you kids over in Japan. But all four of you are good.” Jeongwoo heard once he was within hearing distance of the office. Japan? Jeongwoo’s mood soured when he saw a familiar lanky figure. He knocked on the doorframe to make his presence known to the coach.

Haruto smirked when he saw Jeongwoo standing at the door with a darkened expression on his face. But it was gone the second he turned back to face the coach.

“The two of you have demonstrated amazing capabilities and I am considering pulling one of you up to the varsity team. Take this opportunity seriously. Tomorrow is the last day of tryouts.”

On the third and final day of tryouts, Jeongwoo was relieved that he didn’t see you. He cringed when he realized how horrible that thought was but he wanted to be laser focused today. He wanted to do his absolute best. No, he wanted to be the absolute best.

But his game was off, Jeongwoo was antsy and his mind kept straying. During each break he didn’t realize his eyes were wandering everywhere just to get a glimpse of you. It was infuriating to see you here for Haruto but it was unsettling not to see you here at all. And it showed.

On the field during the last game of tryouts, it was Haruto and Jeongwoo facing off against each other. Face to face, right in front of each other, just before the whistle blew Haruto taunted his opponent. “You’re gonna lose your girl to me and now you’re gonna lose your spot on the team to me?”

If there was one redeeming moment of today’s tryouts it was this last game. Jeongwoo played as hard as he could, as ferocious as he could. But just for a second he lost control and played a bit dirty. The game ended when he was called for an illegal body check.

“Dude what’s your problem?” Haruto asked.

Jeongwoo turned around and got up in his face. “No, what’s your problem? Your comment back there? Absolutely uncalled for.”

“Please. Pull your head out of your ass. You’re hurting your friend. Talk to her.”

“Boys! Over here, now!” the coach hollered before Jeongwoo could ask for an explanation.

As soon as the two boys entered the office, he asked “Jeongwoo, how do you think you played today?”

“Not the best I could have sir, something was on my mind. I apologize, it won’t happen again.”

“Damn right, it better not. After seeing you play today I was about ready to cut you from the team entirely.”

Jeongwoo felt his heart drop to his stomach. Haruto felt awkward. He wasn’t sure why he had to be here for this.

“Haruto. I saw you say something to Jeongwoo before the last game. I don’t condone foul play. Whatever petty drama you both got going on between the two of you get it sorted out, fast. Because for now, you’re teammates. Junior Varsity. Here’s the deal, if the two of you prove yourself in the first few games I’ll pull you up. But instead of competing against each other for the spot, it’s either you both get a spot or neither of you will get pulled up.”

Jeongwoo stormed out of the office. He was so angry he hadn’t even noticed that he’d nearly trampled you.

You recognized the expression on Jeongwoo’s face. It was the worst-case-scenario face. It was rare, but when it was there that meant things were bad. You turned to see Haruto exit the office, he saw you look back at Jeongwoo then back at him. Haruto jutted his chin out towards Jeongwoo and gave you a nod, to which you smiled back in relief before running off after Jeongwoo.

Do you feel the love?

Feel the love

“Jeongwoo! Jeongwoo!” You yelled. He barely heard you or he ignored you, he was so pissed that he honestly didn’t know. But right now he needed to find a way to deal with the anger. He needed to go home.

But he couldn’t run away from you, not when you had caught up to him. He saw you standing in front of his path home, he looked over and saw that you had taken a shortcut that the two of you had found together years ago.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

Jeongwoo rolled his eyes and made a move to step around you. But you stepped over so that you were in his way again. And when he stepped again. You stepped again as well.

“Move. Seriously.”

“No, not until you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

You felt a chill run down your spine. This wasn’t Jeongwoo. Your Jeongwoo would never speak to you like this. Your Jeongwoo? Was he even yours? He was still your friend though, right? “We’re friends. Right?”

Jeongwoo scoffed. He knew he was being rude but right now it felt like the entire world was giving him a giant middle finger.

“I don’t know. Are we?”

“Why wouldn’t we be? Friends are there for each other in times of need. You’re obviously mad and you need a friend right now. And I’m your friend right?” you felt yourself get smaller and smaller the more you spoke.

“Are you really my friend? Because honestly, lately, you’ve been a really shitty friend.”

“I-”

“For years we’ve walked home from school together, for years we’ve hung out together, supported each other, we talked to each other, about everything. Then one day you stop meeting me in front of the school, then the next day you don’t tell me what’s going on or why or even to let me know not to wait up for you, then one week then one week turns into many weeks then all of a sudden. I feel like I’ve lost my best friend.”

“Jeongwoo, I’m sorry-”

“I was so upset at the thought of not being close to you that I made plans for us to spend time together. Just us. And you go and invite someone else. Then just when I feel like things are starting to get better at the concert, you iced me out. Completely. You don’t answer my texts. You don’t talk to me, hell you don’t even look at me anymore!”

You could feel the tears streaming down your face. Everything Jeongwoo had said was true. In being scared of your own feelings for Jeongwoo, you had severed your friendship with him bit by bit. And now you weren’t even sure if it was still hanging by a thread.

“I have spent weeks. Going over what I did wrong in my head. I have tried so hard to talk to you, to just talk to you. I had something I wanted to say to you. But I don’t think it should be so hard to just speak to my friend. But I’ve just come to the conclusion that I haven’t done anything wrong. I wasn’t the one who was being a shit friend. That was you. So let me ask you again. Are you really my friend?”

“I-” you paused for a second to swallow. “I don’t know.”

“Yeah. I don’t know either. And honestly right now, I don’t even think I want you to be my friend. Bye Y/N.” Jeongwoo said, stepping around you. This time you didn’t stop him.

You turned around and watched his back get smaller and smaller as he walked away from you, down the path that led you home. The path the two of you had walked along together for years. You sniffled as you wiped the tears from your face.

But what you didn't see were the tears that streamed down Jeongwoo’s face.

#park jeongwoo #yg treasure #treasure #treasure angst #treasure fics #treasure scenarios #watanabe haruto #haruto #yoon jaehyuk #kpop scenarios #kpop writers #yg family #high school #lacrosse #yg #treasure fluff #treasure smut #jeongwoo angst #jeongwoo fluff #best friends

[purble-turble]

Nobody’s seen you in days for the Dad Macaque AU where Mac has kidnapped Wukong with plans to later nab MK to complete his 'happy family' with them?

"Monkey King?!!"

MK waited, listening patiently for a response, but the only one that came was the echo of his own shout reverberating around the empty Water Curtain Cave.

This was unusual. The Monkey King hardly ever left the mountain, and he knew they had a training session every Friday. He even reminded him last week... where could he have gone?

His first instinct was to assume it was some sort of game, like maybe Monkey King was testing him by hiding on purpose. So MK set about on his search, turning the house and cave upside down, checking even the little ants crawling nearby for a monkey tail in case he was pulling that kind of trick. But no, nothing turned up.

Next he moved on to the mountain outside and the jungle path... still nothing. And also so unfair! How was he supposed to find his mentor in all this brush and brambles if he wasn't even going to give him a hint?

At long last, MK gave up. Having reached the beach and finding nothing to show for it except a few annoyed monkeys (none of them a disguised Monkey King, he had checked) he collapsed into the sand and stared up at the blinding bright sky.

Maybe the Monkey King went on an errand and forgot to tell him? To be fair, that totally seemed like something he would do. His mentor pretended to be on top of things and unshakeable, but after the months of really getting to know him and seeing him in action, MK knew that was just an air he put on. He could be lazy and forget things and even make mistakes just as much as... ok, well, not just as much as MK. MK still made a lot of mistakes, but the Monkey King sure wasn't perfect. He had his faults and weaknesses just like anyone.

Still, it was just really frustrating. Seems like everyone was disappointing him lately. He was supposed to train with Macaque earlier in the week, but his other mentor (or dad, actually... Macaque didn't seem to mind when MK called him that) had bailed on him too. At least he had left a note on his dojo door telling MK he'd be gone. Didn't explain anything, but MK hadn't wasted hours looking for him either.

Still laying in the sand, MK reached up and took out the staff from his ear. No sense wasting any more time here if Monkey King wasn't around. He was really hoping for some training; he could practically feel his skill level stagnating every day that went by that he didn't get some instruction... but it was no use. He would just have to come back tomorrow and try then.

Before he could stand and pole vault out of there, a figure came into his vision. He couldn't make out the details with the brightness of the sun shining from behind them, but he recognized that silhouette!

"Monkey King!" MK sat up and whipped his head around to see... someone else.

"Not quite, kid." Macaque was there, standing over him with a wide grin. "Sorry to disappoint."

For a second MK didn't react, just out of sheer surprise. Once it seemed to fully register who he was looking at, he scrambled to his feet, dropping the staff in the sand in favor of leaping at the dark furred monkey and wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

"Macaque!!! I haven't seen you in days," he shouted, "I've missed you!"

"Oh, well that's nice to hear," Macaque responded with a chuckle, "sorry I disappeared for a bit there. I had some errands to run... been getting some stuff ready. Y'know. Monkey business."

MK laughed at the pun but then his smile faded as he remembered where they were right now.

"Wait, hold on," he pulled away from the hug, "what are you doing here? I thought you and Monkey King still weren't getting along."

"Yeah, not exactly... I'm working on that, though," Macaque said, placing a hand on MK's shoulder reassuringly, "I actually came here to talk to him about you."

MK paused for a moment before responding, "Uh, I haven't told him, by the way... that you're still training me."

"I know, I know. We talked about some other stuff too... it got a little heated for a minute there, but I think I've got him calmed down now." Macaque's grin widened, "I can take you to him, if you want."

"Yes please!" MK didn't hesitate at all in his excited response.

He'd wanted for so long now to have his two monkey dads to get along. Monkey King said he didn't trust Macaque, but MK had no idea why... sure Macaque could push him a little harder in training than Monkey King would, but that didn't mean he was bad. It just meant he knew MK could do better! And he knew that too. He trusted Macaque. So when the shadow monkey took smiled down at him and gripped both his shoulders, a little tight, and they both started to fade into the shadows together, MK let it happen.

He didn't realize until it was too late that he'd forgotten the staff on the beach

#prompt fill #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #dad macaque #Anonymous #my fanfiction

[love-hatred-stuff]

Villain's girl } Im Changkyun [monsta x]

genre: royal/soldier au, vampire au

warning(s): mentions of war(indirect), kind of kidnapping

word count: 1.9k

He, he was perfect, but I just wasn't ready to get involved with him.

I knew I would regret it because we needed each other. But he just hurt me too much. No, actually I really didn't care about myself. Still, I ran away from him again, probably the most unnecessary decision of my life. The only thing that stood in my way was my fear of the gilding of his life. I simply wasn't worth it, was I?

before:...

I was lying on a green meadow that was on a mountain. Hundreds of Lisianthus flowers had grown next to me. I loved them, their scent, their colors and also their sizes. They had a calm effect on me because I had known them since my short childhood.

I've been looking after myself since I was ten years old. My parents? Probably dead. They had left me for a reason unknown to me, but I hadn't thought about it for a long time, because it had racked my mind for the next thirteen years after they disappeared.

Now I was lying here and as far as I knew it was my birthday that day. I couldn't exactly remember that date, but I had celebrated it over and over again on the same day for a long time.

It wasn't a big deal to me as it wouldn't change anything in my life but I was finally eighteen.

The sun had just started to rise, but I wanted to start the day like this, with a quiet hour on my favorite meadow in the morning sun that smiled at me. Unfortunately she was the only one who did that.

Often times I would lie there all night and watch the stars. I was more than lonely, for many years I hadn't met anyone except soldiers who attacked and burned villages, as well as my house eight years ago.

I lost my parents, my house, my food and everything else I owned. Even if it wasn't much, my already small property shrunk even more. But I had to take it for what I was, what I was trying to do.

Despite my health, which had kept up well, I had thoughts of suicide several times. Jumping off a cliff is, eating any branches and herbs. And after a few temptations, I gave up. I couldn't do that to myself yet.

As slowly as possible, I got up to look for something to eat. I didn't really liked to go hunting because I was very fond of animals and hated to hurt them, so I mostly ate berries or mushrooms.

Except once a week, I took my bow with arrow to get me a hearty meal.

When I finally got up on my two legs, I ran and went to my hut, which I had built a long time ago from branches and bushes.

I was there in no time, but something bothered me. Everything was still in its place, but I could make out a musty smell of smoke, which made me cringe.

I looked around silently and indeed, about half a mile away, a huge gray cloud was making its way through the trees.

My heart pounded alarm and without thinking twice, I sprinted in the opposite direction from which the possible fire was coming.

At the moment I didn't care about my growling stomach, nor my hut.

After a while of running I could hear voices in the direction I was walking towards.

I slowly walked slowly in order to be able to listen to every sound, no matter how small. But suddenly a soldier was standing in front of me who looked at me with a grin. I was wearing only a thin, white, yet dirty dress that hung airily up to my knees.

Uncomfortable, that's how I felt. I had never had closer contact with men, how could I (?).

"Well, who do we have here?" The soldier mockingly said.

I just widened my eyes, not to mention my mouth, which had been open since I saw him.

After a short time, more and more soldiers came and looked at me, but I was frozen. People were so fascinating but at the same time so nauseating. The soldier, who was still grinning stupidly at me, stepped closer and grabbed my hand.

"The little one must have forgotten how to speak. But she is breathtakingly beautiful. Take a look at her, guys!" He asked his men to examine me too, which is why they all took a few steps closer.

"Hey!" I heard it from not far away, in the woods.

The one whose voice it was now also ran towards me, which made me take some steps back.

"Don't touch her! She's an innocent one!" The soldier who was now standing in my immediate vicinity.

Fortunately for me, he now attracted the attention that had been on me. He pushed the others away from me, who then stumbled backwards. Then he grabbed my wrist and I felt a heat rise in me instantly, it was a completely new feeling.

I looked into a prominent face with defined cheekbones, which made him look very masculine to me. He looked like someone that could be royal, naturally beautiful.

He looked at me out of his intense brown eyes in which I could have lost myself in, in a matter of seconds.

He raised his hand, pushed a strand of hair out of my face and touched my cheek in the process. All I could do was to stay still like a statue and admire his figure.

His dark black hair that was a little messed up and some strands also graced his face.

A cold but pleasant shiver ran down my spine from his touch. I was fascinated by his looks, it seemed like he looked like a friendly devil. Although his features seemed absolutely flawless, he radiated a dark aura. I couldn't see it but I could sense it. He also had broad shoulders from which two muscular arms protruded. He was looking like a God next to me.

"She really is quite acceptable. Nevertheless, she has to come with me." He pulled me by the arm to the horses, which were not far away at a campsite.

Damn. I should have run faster, now I have to go with them if I don't get a chance to get out of here. I blamed myself silently.

The men were in the majority and clearly superior to me.

The Soldier's grin was quite strong and even when we were already in one of the tents, he was still holding onto my arm tightly. After we I hissed in pain.

Besides all that, I was still totally in shock as it was my first close contact with people in many years.

Suddenly he stopped and took a close look at my body, me not really thinking anything, because I first had to get used to people's behavior and body language.

With his gaze he stopped where he had gripped me tightly to probably prevent me from running away, but slowly the pressure got too big and hurt. Immediately he let go, but he took a closer look at the now yellow spots that adorned my arm.

They weren't the only wounds I had, I kept getting injured and accordingly had blood wounds or scratches all over the place. We were alone in the tent and he finally broke the silence.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, pointing to my wounds, like the blood stain on my dress, over my stomach. At first I didn't know what he meant but then I understood. He meant if I had been hurt by someone else.

"Nobody." I answered clearly and looked up into his wonderful eyes that flashed at me.

"What's your name?" Was his next question.

"Y/n. I think." I guessed to myself.

My name had never been relevant, but I still had vague memories from my childhood and how I was often addressed by that name back then. In the other moment, his gaze softened. He put a strand behind my ear again, as he had earlier. My attention went to his full lips which he twisted into a small grin.

“You are beautiful, Y/n. You will be mine I promise it. Nobody's going to get you." He said with determination.

What did he say? Was that just a compliment? If so, then they sound really nice, but actually I didn't really know what they meant to me. Although I could speak his language fluently and had a good vocabulary to choose from, I wasn't up to date.

"What do you mean?" I was taught to ask when you didn't understand someone, so I did just that.

"Means that we will take you to the palace where you can be sold." He suddenly changed his face and removed his hand from my cheek where it had lingered for a moment.

He had just changed his mind from one second to the other. He wanted me to be his and complimented me, so what now? Now he just wanted to drag me along and let me get sold? Great, I probably wouldn't find a way out on all these soldiers.

"But, to whom should I be sold?" If it was to my advantage I would accept it, then I would no longer be alone and would finally be among people who were equal to me.

"To some rich snob." He simply replied.

I was surprised at his sudden change of heart, but it was the chance for me to finally escape this hole. It had made me sink deeper and deeper until that point. I was redeemed.

"You have to change. We'll stay here one more night before we leave." He stepped away from me and took a white dress down from a kind of drawer, to give it to me afterwards.

A little baffled, I stood there and took the soft fabric towards me. It was soft and embroidered with small flowers.

"Thanks, where should I change and where should I sleep?" I asked briefly.

"Change here. There's a bed back there, behind the curtain. You will sleep with me, I don’t want you to run away." He answered less summarily.

Only after a short moment I could understand what he wanted from me. He was still standing right in front of my feet and looking down at me.

"So I'm supposed to change here and now?" I asked with disbelief in my voice.

"Yes, you should." He persisted.

I suspected he wouldn't give in, so I told him to at least turn around. Then he innocently raised his hands to shoulder height and obeyed my request. When he let his hands fall again, I pushed my dirty dress off my body, which meant that I stood in front of him, completely bare for a moment. Fortunately, he was standing with his back turned to me. But even if not, I would probably have obeyed, because I didn't know whether I corresponded to the typical image of women and had never had unpleasant situations like this before. That's why I never had a reason to be ashamed of my body. But as I stood in front of him I realized how important it actually was to be able to see someone like that.

I quickly slipped into the fresh dress, which clung to my thin body and my delicate curves. It actually looked very pretty, but I could hardly judge it because I still had no taste for fashion.

"You can turn around." I wanted to point out, but my words got stuck in my throat when I noticed that he had already turned around.

I had focused on my dress the whole time and trusted it. Obviously this was a mistake.

-to be continued-

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