#but look this is my space where i am allowed to spill what i need to here

[lenacosse]

In a world of boys, he’s a gentle man

pairings: Jake Peralta x female reader

warnings: Men being men. Angst with happy ending.

word count: 2.6k

summary: You’re having a hard time at work, things are stressing you out and you’re at a crossroad in your relationship with Jake but he’ll always fix his mistakes.

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The blaring of your obnoxious alarm fills your ears. Ripping you from your sleep for another day of work, another day of men undermining you, another day of unsolved crimes.

You reluctantly drag yourself out of your bed and get ready. To make matters worse you and your boyfriend Jake were fighting- you wanted him to move in but his fear of commitment made him laugh the topic off and diminish your feelings. You understood his issues, but it wasn’t fair. So you told him you needed space, and surprisingly he hasn’t contacted you yet. Not that you’re necessarily upset about that, you had mixed feelings.

You arrive to work at 9:12am. And there stands holt an eyebrow raised at you. You sigh and begin.

“I’m sorry sir. I got stuck in traffic.”

“So you’re the only one of my detectives late because of traffic, even though you live closest to the precinct.” Holt gives you a stern look and you just nod and walk into his office. He follows you in and shuts the door, you take a seat.

“I’m sorry captain. I don’t know what you expect me to say.”

“I appreciate the apology. But I’m worried about you (Y/L/N), you’re one of the finest detectives in the precinct yet you cannot unsolve simplest of cases?”

“I know. I just have a lot going on right now.”

“Well I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take your cases and put you onto paperwork tasks. I understand it won’t help but it’s protocol.”

You just nod and exit his room, not looking where you’re going you walk right into Hitchcock who spills his coffee all over you. You take a long breath and look right at him. Violent outbursts weren’t your thing, but the stupidity of the situation is making it hard not to punch him in the face.

“Would you watch where you’re going!” You storm off into the women’s bathroom to dry your shirt off. A worried Amy follows you in.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Amy asks, slowly moving towards you where you stand drying your coffee stained blouse.

You look at Amy and can’t help the tears that are filling your eyes. “I’m sorry i’m fine. It’s not big deal.”

Amy puts a hand on your arm, giving you a reassuring smile. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, and I’m sorry that your cases have been reassigned. But think of it as a break. Now you can have time to think.”

You nod and offer her a smile. Amy was undoubtedly your best friend, she had a way of understanding your feelings and you appreciated that more than you could explain.

“Thank you Ames. you’re amazing.” You and Amy share a hug before she leaves the bathroom. You dry your shirt by which time you’ve collected your thoughts. Allowing you to go back out there with a clear head and better intentions.

Walking back to your desk you get a few reluctant glances, you know it’s bad when people look at your like you’re Rosa. Half way through your first paper work task you get a short tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see Jake. He looks worn down, not as enthusiastic as usual. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little bit bad, your aim was not to upset Jake when you said you wanted space, but to give yourself time to think. Which you haven’t even had a chance to do yet.

“I brought you a coffee.” Jake says, it was strange to see him so… calm? The main reason you agreed to go out with Jake was because he made you laugh. Because being with him was easy, you didn’t have to change yourself to be with him and that was all anyone could ask for. But the last few days he has been indifferent, you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

“Thank you.” You smile and take the coffee from his hands. Jake nods and starts to walk away, he glances back at you. Continues to walk, glances back again then walks back to you.

“Can.. we talk later? I know you want space but I hate this. I feel bad and it’s just..”

You cut him off with a sympathetic look. “Jake..” you begin, your tone flat.

“Yeah. sorry.” He walks away, this time not looking back.

You sigh and look to your left where Charles is sitting shaking his head and wiping his eyes. You furrow your brows at him and he takes that as an invite over. He walks over to your desk, his shoulders slumped.

“Can I help you Charles?”

“God. I’m so worried about you and jake. These last few days have been utter hell. I haven’t felt this helpless since Elenor and I divorced. I’m so upset I can’t even eat my stake tartare.”

“Maybe that’s for the best Charles, sounds absolutely disgusting.” You shake your head in disgust, “as for me and Jake we are grown adults and can sort it ourselves. Don’t stress.”

“That’s impossible! I’ll talk to Jake. I know how to solve the issue, a nurturing shower where he tenderly washes your hair with lavender shampoo.”

“Seriously?! Go back to your desk.” You shoo him away with your hand. Accepting defeat, sometimes you feel bad for dismissing Charles, but not today.

By lunch time you made a reasonable dent in your paperwork. You glance over to Jake, he’s doing paperwork too. But nothing is distracting him, not even the fact that captain Holt cracked a smile, at least someone’s in a good mood.

“Come on get your stuff we’re going to get lunch.” Rosa says standing in front of your desk with her arms crossed. Behind her is Gina.

“This doesn’t mean I care about you by the way girl. I need a break from my endless paperwork.”

You look over to Gina’s desk and roll your eyes, she had two files sitting there. “Wow I couldn’t imagine it. Is Amy coming?”

“It was her idea to bring you to lunch, then she got out her colour coordinated file of conflict resolution to help you lighten up. So I told her the wrong place, being around nerds is not what I need right now. Poor Amy sitting alone with nothing but her folder.” Gina shrugs.

You grab your jacket and go out with Gina and Rosa. You go to a cafe near the precinct, the cafe echoed with small talk and coffee pots brewing. It was peaceful compared to the loud precinct, the constant keyboard clicks and nonsense talk could of easily driven you mad.

“Damn I think you ruined Jake’s life, he’s a serious depresso these days.” Gina starts.

“I did not ruin his life. I needed space.”

“Why? Did his immaturity get the better of you?” Rosa questioned, you were slightly surprised at her input. Usually an outing with Rosa entails complete silence.

You sigh taking a sip of your drink. “I wanted us to move in together. He brushed it off saying there’s no need. So I told him I needed space from him and time to think, I feel bad sure but I don’t know what to do. It feels like he doesn’t love me enough to work through these issues.” You swallow back the lump in your throat.

“Mmkay well not to give you a compliment but Jake does love you.” Gina retorts. Rosa nods in agreement.

“You always try to get me to talk about my feelings, so take your own advice and go talk to him.” Rosa added.

“I don’t know what to say, we’ve been together for almost two years and it feels like we’re capped at the newly established relationship part.”

“I think that’s enough relationship talk. Who do you think we are, Amy Santiago? No.” Gina scoffed, as she did the food arrived. You sit with your friends eating lunch and listening to Gina talk about her upcoming dance competition and her love for Beyoncé.

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“Thanks for lunch.” You smile at Gina and Rosa as you sit back at your desk.

“Yeah whatever you’re welcome.” Rosa shrugs. You continue with your work, peacefully getting through your tasks with your mood peaking by the minute.

“(Y/N) can you give these files down to officer Smith?” Your sarge Terry asks, you get the files off his desk and get into the elevator to go downstairs.

It was no secret that the officers downstairs were dicks. They didn’t like you, especially officer Smith as you rejected him years ago. Ever since then he’s been making remarks about you attempting to piss you off, this has been applied to Jake as well because he is your boyfriend. Right after stepping out of the elevator you hear a wolf whistle coming from officer Smith. you roll your eyes and walk to his desk handing him the files.

“A present for me? You shouldn’t have.”

You ignore his words and explain the contents of the files, he doesn’t seem to be even paying attention but you didn’t care. That was until he piped up.

“How come you’re giving me files and not Gina?” You go to speak and he puts his finger to his mouth silencing you. “Don’t tell me the nine nine’s lousiest detective has been placed on desk duty.”

“It’s absolutely none of your business. But even so desk duty is much better than being stuck as a first rate officer for eight wasteful years.”

“Ah typical (Y/L/N) being a bitch when she gets her feelings hurt.”

“You’re pathetic. Don’t you get bored of being a dick?”

“You’re Goddamn insufferable. Just shut the fuck up and clear off.”

“Gladly. When you get off your ass for the first time today make sure to leave these files back.”

With that you walk away, but the cruel words that he shouted after had you clenching your fists and unwillingly crying in the elevator. That man knew how to get under your skin and you hated him with a burning passion. As you walk out of the elevator you wipe your eyes trying to mask the fact you’ve been embarrassingly crying. And once again you collide with someone. Their hands steady you by grabbing your shoulders. You sigh and look up, seeing Jake with a concerned look plastered on his face.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” You scoff as if you’re offended by the accusation.

“What happened?”

“Just Officer Smith being a dick.” You mumble.

His thumb lightly brushes a stray tear from your eye, you unwillingly melt into his touch, it’s warm and makes you feel safe.

“Whatever he said to you is irrelevant. He’s the biggest jerk ever. Don’t stoop down to his level and listen to what he has to say. You’re worth so much more than that.”

“Thank you Jake.” You run your thumb over his knuckles, a soft smile apparent on your face. Jake squeezed your hand three times, and you return the gesture. His face immediately brightens up, your eyes meet and you find yourself getting lost in his.

You hear a clearing of a throat, you look to your side seeing captain Holt stood with him arms crossed. You immediately drop Jake’s hand and he lets go of your shoulder. You both go back to your own desks. Today has made you realise talking to Jake is the best solution, it was only making you both miserable being apart. So you write him a note reading: ‘want to come over later?’ You throw it at him and it hits him in the head.

You watch his reaction to reading it. He scribbles something back on the page and throws it in your direction, but unluckily it hits Holt right in the face as he walks past your desk. You watch Jake’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights as he quickly looks down and pretends to be writing.

“Who on earth threw that?!” Holt rages. Everyone looks up from their desks yet no one takes accountability. Holt picks up the paper and reads it out. “Want to come over later? As long as we can watch die hard. (Ps. that shirt you’re wearing looks hot af)”

Your face turns a deep crimson as you look down at your desk, refusing eye contact. Everyone is quiet, mostly likely mentally scarred by the note. until Charles pipes up.

“WOOHOO!” He yells. “my dream couple are back. Did take my advice Jakey?”

“No Charles. I did not spoon feed her duck soup!”

“Gosh it’s a miracle things worked out.” Charles replied. You look over to Amy who looks just as disgusted as you from Charles’ statement.

“You two my office. Now.” Holt says whilst walking back to his office.

Jake follows behind you into Holt’s office, you both take a seat as does Holt. He does not look happy, or so you assume. He was difficult to read.

“Today started wonderfully. Everyone had work done. I even cracked a smile.” Holt starts. “However you two acting like teenagers is ridiculous! Throwing notes to each other like you’re in middle school?”

“(Y/L/N) started it.” Jake shakes his head in dismay. “She’s such a child.”

“Shut up Peralta.” You smack his arm, making him pull a classic face at you. You roll your eyes and cross you arms looking back at your captain.

“If you two can’t act mature then I’ll have to come up with a plan to keep you apart.”

You both mutter a sorry and he dismisses you. Of course the second you step out of his office you look at Jake and the both of you burst out laughing.

“What did I just say!” Holt shouts out, you both stop laughing and immediately go back to your desks.

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Your door knocked and you went to answer it. standing there is Jake with flowers, a tiny teddy bear and a bag full of snacks. You smile and let him in, letting him know the pizza is on its way.

“For you my lady.” Jake says in a God awful posh accent. You take the flowers and other things from him. You find yourself blushing at the thought of him buying you these things.

“Well aren’t you just a gentleman.” You kiss his cheek, he takes your chin in his hand and moves your face to look at him. Your foreheads touch and he leans in to kiss you, the kiss is tender and loving. You run your free hand through his hair and slowly pull back.

“I’m sorry for not taking things seriously.”

“It’s okay.”

“No I was being an idiot. I love what we have, and of course I want to move in with you. But that freaked me out and I was unfair. I want you to know that I would do anything for you. I want this for us, I want to come home with you every night, I want to wake up next to you every morning. I’m serious about you, I should have just told you that from the start. but I messed things up and to think that I almost ruined us-“

You shut him up by kissing him, you feel his smile against your lips. His hands go to your hips pulling you closer. You slowly pull away and he pulls you into a hug. The scent his cologne fades all the worries and doubts, it was simple. Jake was the only possible person you ever wanted to be with, and things would work out because you both were dedicated to making it work.

“Thank you.” You slowly pull back and stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Okay I’m glad that worked out because I already sold my apartment.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course you did.” You tease.

The pizza arrives and the two of you lay on your couch together, eating pizza and watching die hard for the thousandth time. At this point you swear you could recite the script. But if it makes Jake happy then it makes you happy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[skzhua]

Episode four.

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: Swearing, mentions of divorce, mentions of deceased parents, arguing. (And Min Ho gets on my nerves in this one.)

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

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"You kicked her out?" you yelled as soon as you stepped in your dorm.

Min Ho frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Kitty. I just walked her to her new dormitory. I thought we agreed you wouldn't call Campus Police."

He got up from the couch and approached you close enough so you had to look up at him. "We agreed I wouldn't call Campus Police on you, which I didn't do. You never said anything about Portland Stalker."

"I wouldn't have minded that much but since her new dorm mate is weird as hell, I am concerned."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Then don't be? I don't get why you all worked up on this."

You groaned and left to barricade yourself in your room. First day of school went on even worse than you expected. You were startled when you phone started to ring.

"Y/N! We just wanted to check on you. So, first day?"

The excitement in your aunt's voice made you feel bad for not enjoying as much as you should. They had been trying to get you the scholarship for a while to give you the best scholar environment and you couldn't be ungrateful to them. Especially not when it was all Principal Lim's doing for allowing you to stay there.

"Great. I met up with Yuri and made some friends. Classes seem fun and I like my roommates."

They smiled through the small screen of your phone. "We're happy to hear that. Tomorrow, you have a class with me. I can't wait to see you there." your uncle said excitedly.

"Me too. I'll go to sleep now. Good night!"

"Good night, Y/N! Take care."

After changing into your pyjamas – that were surely too revealing for some people but you didn't care at this point – you went to the bathroom for your night routine. Min Ho was already there, doing his own skin care. While he didn't talk to you, he still stepped aside to leave you some space. Him checking you out didn't go unnoticed by you but you decided to not say anything about it. You brushed your teeth quickly and then proceeded to apply your primer.

"That's mine." Min Ho pointed out.

"It's not, I just brought it with me."

He chuckled. "I don't think you did. This is worth $200 and my mom got it for me."

You observed him take it from you. "You do realize I have money too, right?"

"Because of Principal Lim and Yuri? Yeah." he attempted to mock.

You took the primer back. "Because my rich parents died five years ago."

Stunned, he didn't move for an instant. While satisfied with the reaction you got from him, you began to regret spilling out about your parents. You usually kept it to yourself that even Yuri didn't know what happened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." he said, his voice now much softer.

"It's fine."

You went back to your room immediately. You didn't want to discuss it any further, nor did you want Min Ho to be pitying you. You needed sleep, and fast.

A week went by pretty quickly. Your uncle taught your history class and you both agreed to not act like family in class, although most of the students knew you were relatives. You bonded closely with Kitty over that week and rarely ever saw Yuri since she was so busy with everything going on in her life. Plus, Kitty was avoiding her as much as possible.

You, yourself, had avoided Min Ho successfully for most part. The only times you really interacted with him were in chemistry class or in the morning where he would always make you a cup of coffee.

You were walking to the library when Kitty intercepted you.

"Help. Me."

Analyzing her appearance, you took in the bags under her eyes and the hairdo that seemed have been done last minute. You held back a laugh and Kitty simply told you you could laugh at her.

"I'm so sorry, but what is this?" you sneered and gesture her whole figure.

"My roommate is the worst human being on this planet. She eats all day, screams at night, throws tissues at me – used tissues – and I have never smelled such a horrid odor. Get me out of there."

"Have you talked to the dormitory advisors?"

"Yes but they said the girls dorm is full."

You smiled apologetically. "Then there's not much you can do, I'm afraid."

She whined. "I hate this."

"You'll be fine, I'm sure of it."

"Says the one who seems to live the perfect life with the guys. How is that going for you?"

You let out a chuckle. "Q is the sweetest and Dae is pretty respectful of my privacy. But then there's freaking Min Ho who can't seem to give me a break."

She squealed. "Oh, Min Ho! I almost forgot about him." she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

"You're so annoying." you shook your head in despair.

"I know." she snickered. "Ah, by the way. Remember how Q and I found a baby bracelet?"

"Ah, that."

"I wonder how I can find my half-sibling. Do you think they would want to meet me? Do they know our mom has passed?"

You sighed loudly. "Kitty, I love talking to you but we went over the same questions yesterday."

"Sorry." she said in a small voice. "I'm just really excited."

"I know." you gave her a smile.

"We have a watch party tomorrow evening at your dorm, by the way, if you didn't know."

"I didn't know." you frowned.

"It's normal, I just planned it with Q. You can join us. Min Ho's going to participate."

You faked a smile and walked straight to the library. She really was determined when she had a plan in mind...

Q had begged you to join the Outdoors club. While you weren't one for physical exercise, you did love enjoying nature. So you agreed to go to the first hike at least. When you considered having packed everything you needed, meaning sunscreen and a bottle of water, you went to the living area and just had to listen to Min Ho whine like a child.

"I really don't remember giving permission to Y/N to use my custom blend products. She doesn't even need to use them, she has her own stuff!"

Dae zipped up his bag and ran out the door in a second. "Sorry, man. Got to go." he said quickly before closing the door.

"Thanks, great talk!" he yelled back even though Dae couldn't hear him anymore.

He seemed to not have noticed you were in the living room as he slumped on a stool and took out his phone. He looked at it for a bit and then sighed.

"You're always busy, you're never around." he said out loud before dialing to call someone.

"My darling boy!" a female voice spoke.

"Hi, Mom! You're doing good?" he waved at the phone.

"Yeah, just about to head to set." she informed.

"I miss you."

Your heart warmed up from the cute interaction. You were happy to know he had a great relationship with his mother, which you wished you still had.

"But since you're more important, should I tell them to wait?"

He paused for an instant. "No, it's okay. Let's just talk next time."

"Okay, kisses."

He hummed as the call ended. His head down, he folded his phone and breathed out. He kept the same position and you noticed that his jaw clenched.

"Your mom seems sweet."

He turned to look at you and was suddenly alert of his surroundings. "You heard?"

"Not on purpose, I was getting ready for the hike."

"I see. Yeah, my mom's great."

"That's good." you awkwardly went to the front door and put on your shoes while he stood still at the counter, not having moved much. "See you later, Min Ho."

"See you."

When you joined the group outside, you were surprised to see Kitty already stretching out. You walked up to her and asked what she was doing there.

"Q suggested I joined the club so I can have some time with Dae without Yuri around." she explained. "As friends, you know?"

"That's a good idea, yeah." you nodded in agreement.

Q was quick to arrive and encouraged everyone present to do some stretching beforehand. Dae then arrived as well and was surprised to see Kitty there. He joined her the moment he laid eyes on her and she explained to him that she wanted to stay friends. But it was rapidly ruined when Yuri spawned out of nowhere like a character in a video game. She interrupted their conversation and led Dae away from Kitty.

"Do I really have to hear from Min Ho that you're hanging out with Kitty?" you overheard her say.

Just when you thought the man had some sort of feelings behind his pretty face, he had to pull a move like this. Kitty changed spots and, after sending a glare to Yuri's direction, you moved as well and positioned yourself next to Q.

"Alright, who's ready to go on a hike?"

And Min Ho spawned too, and just right next to you. You were about to question him on his presence but Dae was as perplexed as you were and asked him first.

"What? I can't hang out with my best friends?"

You rolled your eyes at his behaviour. If there wasn't anyone else around, you'd definitely be beating the shit out of him. And what annoyed you even more was Madison coming up to him with a flirtatious look on her face. Though he surprised you by not looking so thrilled with her advances. You were thankful that Q started the hike soon later and you stuck with Kitty to avoid having to witness Madison almost drooling over Min Ho. It also allowed Kitty herself to forget about Yuri's presence.

"You guys are making great time. Let's keep with the pace, people!" Q encouraged proudly as you were almost to the top.

Walking behind Yuri, you almost walked into her when she stopped so suddenly and let out a yell. She jumped around trying to get worms off her and Kitty took the opportunity to go see Dae.

"We're in nature, embrace it." Q tried to get some sense into her but she kept on yelling.

"They're just worms, Yuri." you said but in vain, she wasn't hearing you.

"Is it on me? I thought the worm followed me, where is it?" she talked to herself.

"I'm surprised you aren't the one screaming about bugs." Min Ho joked as he joined your side.

You moaned in annoyance. "I'm not talking to you."

"Why not?"

"I think you can answer that yourself." you spat out.

Not looking in front of you properly, you didn't see that Kitty had tripped. Luckily, Dae caught her but as for you, you halted your moves too fast and fell backwards. And again, Min Ho was the one who caught you in time.

"So clumsy." he tsked at you.

You quickly broke away from him and cleared your throat. Meanwhile, Yuri interrupted the duo in front of you and Q went on about safety before walking again. You definitely regretted coming here.

"You still haven't answered my question."

"What question?" you acted clueless.

Min Ho chuckled. "So we're being petty now?"

"I'm always petty with you." you argued.

"You weren't this morning."

You groaned, growing impatient with him. "Can't you leave me alone for a day?"

He didn't know what to respond and you took it as he understood the message. With that being said, you fastened your pace and arrived next to Dae.

"Hey." he smiled at you.

"Not in the mood, just walk."

The poor guy gulped but listened to you and didn't speak to you again. But your hike was halted once again when Kitty and Yuri started to run to the end.

"Just, make sure that you stick together!" Q yelled at them.

"I'm pretty sure they can't hear you." you smiled at him sadly.

"I know." he shrugged.

Min Ho then went to Dae causing you to walk away from them. You hated this, all of it.

"Why did you come?" Dae complained to his friend.

"Because I'm looking out for you, that's why I called Yuri."

"Let me deal with it on my own."

Dae came next to you again, visibly avoiding the man as much as you were.

"So much drama." you heard Madison from behind.

"No one asked." you said loudly for her to hear.

With Kitty running away from the hike, you went on with the watch party without her. After Q set up everything, he sat next to Florian while you sat on the floor to let them have their moment. Focused on the screen, you were disappointed to get interrupted by Min Ho walking out of his room.

"Hey! My mom is in this. She plays the king's second daughter."

"Nice, now shut it." you said rudely but he dismissed your request as Florian asked him about her.

"Does she still act?"

"Oh, yeah. She's absolutely smashing it right now in LA. She's up for a role as a mermaid in the mafia."

"Great, can you go now?" you asked, insistent since you didn't want him to be ruining Q's moment just like he had done with Kitty.

He ignored you again and walked to the couch, asking Florian to scooch over to leave him space to sit.

"Oh, I could give you, guys, the behind-the-scenes dirt on this." he continued and you mentally cursed at him.

"Okay, I love dirt." Florian replied.

He finally shut it for a while and you thanked whoever for it. As per usual, it didn't last long.

"It took that guy twenty takes to nail that."

You threw your head back in disbelief. Was he that clueless to not get a hint? The thousands of glares he got from you and Q weren't enough?"

"Oh, hey, look! It's my mom."

"Oh, wow." Florian commented. "She's gorgeous."

"I know! Thank God I got her bone structure."

"Taking any opportunity to make it about yourself, uh?" you turned to look at him.

The infamous smirk was already there. "Always."

"Wait..." one of the other guys said. "Didn't your mom and dad have that messy divorce?"

"The whole mess was exaggerated to sell magazines." he said in defense right away. "But yeah, they did get divorced."

That part was said which a much calmer tone, it sounded almost sad to you. Determining that it was enough of him ruining Q's evening, you let out a long breath.

"Okay, we get the point." you announced as you got up. "Your mom's an actress, it's great and all but I need to talk with you."

You took him by the arm and forced him up. He tried to stay at his seat but you were stronger than he expected. So he let you forcefully get him off the couch and you dragged him back to his room, not forgetting to close the door.

"Is it the moment that we're supposed to kiss after you reveal you have a crush on me?"

You scoffed. "So you really do think about yourself all the time. I was saving your ass from talking any more about your parents and that's how you thank me?"

He smiled with a knowing look. "So you do care about me."

"I care more about Q. Tonight was for him to make a move on Florian but you couldn't shut it."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that?"

You deadpanned at him. "Really? Ah, you're killing me."

"Fine, maybe I did get the message but I'm looking out for my friend."

"Yeah, just like you're looking out for Dae when it's none of your business."

"Y/N, this isn't your business either."

You huffed. "You're damn right it isn't but for some reason, I get dumped with all of it and it's a hassle to carry so many drama when it doesn't even involve me."

"Just go away then!" he snapped at you. "If it's that hard to deal with."

Your jaw clenched as you stayed still, glaring at one another. You scoffed once more and left his room without adding anything else. It took you aback when you heard him follow you. The other guys had already left so only Q remained in the living room. That made arguing less embarrassing.

"Y/N." You stopped and waited for him to continue. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

You went to hide in your room and you heard him sighed in defeat. You didn't know what was up with him today but it only confirmed to you that you wanted nothing to do with him.

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ok fix-it time hilary you can do this i believe in you

prompt is a classic one--Aziraphale runs after Crowley after the "i forgive you" "don't bother" exchange OR the kiss does magically work like Crowley hoped

no i am not using english grammar and spelling today my feelings are too strong

Aha. Well, I wrote this fic yesterday, but it... might not entirely qualify as fix-it. My bad. To make it up, I offer you this: technically not either of the suggested scenarios, but still something to salve the pain, set at the end of Season 3 or thereabouts.

The late afternoon light is still and weighty: golden, heavy, purposeful, the sort of light that takes up space, that polishes floorboards and sets dust motes drifting, settles on the backs of furniture and the pages of books like a sleeping cat. The sort of light that fills the room almost tangibly, that stripes the bed and spills off it to the floor like too much olive oil poured into an amphora, back in the hot white heat of the Holy Land. Since he is, of course, a being of pure light, Aziraphale can feel it in his sinews, in the core of his soul, but it almost seems... wrong. Not the light itself, but that he's still allowed to touch it. He doesn't know if he's Fallen or not, or if such trite distinctions even matter. He only knows this. Them. Now.

Aware that it is incumbent upon him to start the conversation, he clears his throat and looks at Crowley, sprawled out on the bed with a fair show of his old insouciance, but Aziraphale can sense the fragility behind the flippant smile. Crowley's black-clad legs are jauntily crossed, his shoes kicked off, his hair a particularly vibrant red against the little-used, age-yellowed lace of the pillow cover; this bed, after all, doesn't get much use in the traditional sense. Aziraphale's preferred human vice is food, not sleep, though he knows Crowley is very good at it and might have to teach him a thing or two about that, about rest. He craves it, but he doesn't know where to begin. That seems applicable to any number of things right now, but he has to start somewhere, he supposes. He just doesn't know.

"Er," Aziraphale says at last, to Crowley's increasingly-strained expectant expression. "My dear, I... I am..."

He bites his tongue. He's rarely been in this position before, knowing that he's the one who needs desperately to ask for forgiveness -- real forgiveness -- and not at all certain that it will actually be granted. It's always seemed so slick, so easy, something to toss off as easily and unthinkingly as the humans say bless you when someone sneezes, and carrying about the same spiritual or emotional depth. Aziraphale feels mortifyingly ashamed of it, of himself. He shuffles his feet, twisting the hem of his waistcoat between his fingers. At last, to the carpet, he says, "I'm so very, very sorry. I've been an absolutely dreadful ninny, and I don't... I don't know if you can forgive me, but..."

"Angel." Crowley's voice is rough. "Bloody look at me, would you?"

Half-fearing to be dissolved by infernal hellfire on the spot, but knowing that he deserves it, Aziraphale looks up.

It's hard to read Crowley's expression, even more than usual. The glasses are off, but his slitted amber eyes are opaque, careful, wary, not quite sure what this is or what's going to come of it. The dead-silent moments that follow, as he weighs up his options, are among the very worst of Aziraphale's entire unending life. Then Crowley fractionally shifts his weight, opening up a spot on the bed next to him, a silent invitation. He doesn't say anything. Using their words tends to backfire tremendously, even if they need to get used to it. He just looks. He just waits.

After all this time, after everything, Aziraphale finally doesn't hesitate. In fact, he almost trips over himself as he blunders across the floor, falls onto the squeaking old mattress, and clambers into Crowley's arms. Crowley wraps them both around him with fierce, ferocious, furious strength, pulling Aziraphale down next to him, Aziraphale's softer, rounder corporal form fitting neatly into the hard lines and lean angles of Crowley's. Aziraphale rests his head on the bare triangle of throat where Crowley's shirt is unbuttoned, burrows his face into the sharp cleanness of Crowley's collarbone, and becomes belatedly, embarrassingly aware that he's crying. It seems beneath the dignity of a (possibly-ex?) Principality, but he doesn't think he can stop. He just wants to lie here and clutch onto Crowley for literally dear life, to mourn for all the time they've missed, for the simple, unbearable, shocking, agonizing, perfectly exquisite pleasure of holding his love close. "I'm so sorry," he says again, struggling not to let his voice crack too extravagantly. "Dreadful ninny. Absolutely dreadful."

"You were doing what you thought was right. What you needed to do to stop the Apocalypse, just... differently." Crowley's voice turns distant, his fingers absently stroking Aziraphale's hair. It feels strange and shocking and quite, quite lovely. "Can't really tell you off for that, can I? After all, I'm a demon. What do I know about doing good?"

"Hush," Aziraphale says, primly and a little watery. "Now you know that's not true."

Crowley lifts his head and regards Aziraphale for a long moment. He doesn't answer, just thinks about it. "All right," he allows, at deliberate length. "Maybe a little. I'm still very mad at you, though."

"I do understand." Aziraphale nestles again, and Crowley doesn't stop him. "But perhaps, even if I have no real right to ask it, you can... you might... one day think about... f-forgiving me?"

His voice trembles and squeaks. It takes all the courage in him, even more than when he stood up to the full hosts of Heaven and told them no, no more, not ever again, but he looks Crowley in the eye. He tries not to look too expectant, or too arrogant. He waits.

Crowley, for his part, looks mildly flabbergasted. He makes one of those incoherent nnngh noises that he resorts to whenever he finds himself at a loss for words, and shakes his head. "Idiot," he says, very softly. "Of course I bloody forgive you. Of course. Now if you -- "

He doesn't get to finish his sentence. That's because Aziraphale likewise screws up every drop of courage, takes hold of Crowley's collar, and lowers his head, terrified that he's about to muck it up. But Crowley just looks at him like he's luminous, like the light is still in him and he is the light itself, and tips his head just that bit, in order to settle their lips together.

The kiss is long and slow, soft and sweet. Crowley's hand flutters up to rest in the wild white tufts of Aziraphale's hair, and Aziraphale -- somewhat in terrified awe at his own daring -- nibbles experimentally on Crowley's lip. He's quite bad at it, but neither of them care, or can think about anything else, or do anything but heave short sharp breaths, half-laughs, muffled sobs. When they finally pull apart, Aziraphale says anxiously, "I hope it wasn't very awful?"

"Oh." Crowley's eyes are half-lidded, and in the sunlight, he too looks as if he is burning like a beacon, brighter than his favorite stars. The affection in his voice is greater than the wings of heaven or the reaches of hell, the heights of the sky or the depths of the sea, and his smile outshines them all. "Absolutely terrible."

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[dontfindmerain]

part two of @lillylvjy 's angst ask :)

once again I apologize for how short these are, i always end up getting sad and crying lmfao

Wilbur was freaking out.

He didn’t mean to say what he did, really, he just didn’t know what else he could’ve said. ‘I love you too’? ‘I’ve been in love with you since I saw you in that coffee shop’? He was simply frustrated, he had planned to surprise you back in England and when you showed up here in New York, that ruined the whole thing. 

Why had he said you were like a sister to him? That was a blatant lie! And an awful thought, too. You were so much more than that. For gods’ sake. And now he had no idea where you were, lost somewhere in this busy city for almost thirty minutes now.

His phone buzzed and Mark’s name flashed across the screen. He picked up,

“Hello? Mark? Have you seen-”

“Wilbur, you need to come to the hospital, Y/n was in an accident, I’ve already sent you the address. Just be fuckin quick, alright mate?”

The color drained from Wilbur’s face as he let out a shaky breath, “Yeah, alright.” He hung up the call and immediately waved a taxi, anxious and guilt-ridden the entire ride.

He rushed inside, asking for you immediately. He was told to wait and that visitors weren’t allowed at this time. Mark and Joe walked up to him and brought him over to where they had been sitting. They were speaking, probably giving him the details, but he couldn’t hear them. He waited for what felt like hours before they called for your visitors.

The moment he saw you he was filled with regret. You were bandaged up and looked broken laying in the hospital bed. How did he let this happen?

The band let him be alone with you, giving him space. Wilbur walked to the side of your bed and sat down, gently grabbing your hand.

“Oh darling, I am so so sorry- How did I- I should’ve-” Tears rushed down his face. You never spoke, but you continued to breathe. “I swear to you that I will be here when you wake up. Until you wake up.”

Wilbur felt horrible for not telling you the truth after you had confessed to him. He hoped you would be able to forgive him.

The doctors and nurses all had similar reports when he was finally open to listen. ‘They are in critical condition’, ‘would be a miracle if they made it out’, and Wilbur cried again. He couldn’t lose you, he wanted you with him through everything, the idea of living without you was impossible.

After days of sitting with you, waiting anxiously, you opened your eyes.

“Oh, god! Darling! It’s me, it’s Wilbur, oh love I’m so sorry I-”

“Wilbur?” He looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Yes, my love?”

Your breathing was shallow as you whispered, “I’m so tired, Wil…”

“I know, I know, darling you need to rest.” He held your hand gently, kissing your cheek and sitting next to you. “I love you..”

You exhaled one final time and the machines around you began to freak out. Wilbur panicked, yelling for a nurse but never leaving your side until he was forced away by the nurses.

His heart broke when the doctor left your room shaking his head and apologising.

“No… no no no, no please-” Wilbur rushed into your room and froze.

You were gone…

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[stranded-labyrinth]

Truth be told, he had thought that cooking with Will would be a relaxing experience.

He somehow hadn't anticipated Will's lack of familiarity with his kitchen. Will had only ever seen Hannibal beyond the counter, always remaining politely on the other side, refusing to get in his way.

It was very similar to his old kitchen, because of course, after everything, Hannibal could not give them anything but the best as far as homes went. That meant, however, that Will anticipated some sameness when it came to Hannibal's habits. Mainly, Will expected the kitchen to essentially belong entirely to Hannibal, refusing to encroach on his space unless directly invited.

Touched, Hannibal offered for the two to cook together one night.

It was not going well.

The kitchen felt so much smaller with two moving bodies within it. Will, never quite sure how much space to give himself, never quite sure how much space he took up, was beginning to become very accident prone in the kitchen. Nothing grave, though that was mostly because Hannibal refused to indicate that Will had almost caused him to cut himself. They very much did not need that debacle right now.

But no, the main issues came when heat was involved.

Spills became far more dangerous at this stage, and both men knew it. Will, who was beginning to shy away at that point, distanced himself from the stove despite Hannibal's invitation. Granted, neither men though it was a very good idea for him to be nearby, but Hannibal wouldn't insult him so openly. He would never be so rude.

And yet, somehow still, he was forced to acknowledge with the twitch of his nose, Will was still in the way.

It wasn't his fault, of course. None of it was. It was the natural frustration of two people sharing an enclosed space while trying to perform tasks that usually required more space. Despite the mounting frustration, Hannibal refused to blame him.

This was his invitation, after all. He was capable of taking responsibility for some things, depending on what they were.

The issue lay in where specifically Will was standing. Directly beside where Hannibal needed to pour a portion of the dish that was, in fact, cooked with a form of oil. Oil that was currently scalding.

Clearing his throat, ensuring he could be heard approaching, he stepped forth with the pan.

Will, startled, turned at exactly the wrong time.

Hannibal's hand clapped onto Will's arm before he fully processed what he was doing, and the oil-

He kept his face completely rigid.

Will flinched, both startled from Hannibal's hand and because of some specs of oil flying onto his bare skin. He pulled away, grabbing his arm and inspecting the area. The corners of Hannibal's mouth nearly twisted down at the sight. He wasn't fast enough, so it would seem.

Will began to look up, but before his gaze was fully lifted, his eyes went wide.

"Oh my...Holy shit- Hannibal, your hand..."

Hannibal glanced where Will's eyes were staring off to, his frigid gaze meeting bright red skin that was already beginning to blister.

Second degree, the doctor's mind supplied.

"It will be perfectly fine, Will," he said with a calm gaze towards the other man. It was the first direct lie he had told him in years. "I am only glad that you were not burned." That part, however, was very much true.

Will's eyes met his, and the two remained in complete silence. Hannibal knew very well that he should be treating his wound immediately, but he was equally if not more aware of the cogs of Will's mind.

Between their locked gaze and the pained look on Will's face, it was becoming abundantly clear that some form of realization was taking place. Hannibal had an inclination of what it might be.

It was no secret that Hannibal had caused him pain before. Even so, such things were always dimmed with gentleness somehow. Relying on his lack of consciousness, or drugs that would ensure he remained numb. If not, holding him through it, allowing shock to take over before he would let go. Everything was done as gently as he could, even if it still hurt.

Blows that were not Hannibal's, however, were ones Hannibal would very consciously choose to take the brunt of. He was the one treated like cattle at the Verger estate, and branded accordingly. He stepped in front of the Dragon's bullet, refusing to allow it to hit Will. He pulled the Dragon off of him, nearly being strangled in the process. He pivoted their bodies mid-fall, too late for Will to change their course, and took the brunt of the impact.

He suffered accordingly, but he would not hesitate to do so again.

He'd been burned once, he could handle another.

Some time ago, a darker part of Will would have loved that. If anything, he would have thrown Hannibal into the path of harm to watch it happen. To repeat this act of devotion, again and again and again. He would likely never be satisfied.

Now, with the bliss of their acceptance in one another's lives, he couldn't stand the sight.

Hannibal was the first to move, not wanting to force Will to dwell on it any longer. He attended to his wound in the sink, with cool water and antibacterial soap.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Will move away.

"There's nothing left to spill," Hannibal said as a means of reassurance. He was met with silence for a few moments, and then, something small, something quiet, something hurt.

"I don't want to get in your way."

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[writersuffertwice]

little bit of help

stranger things

robin buckley x reader

"I just think it's ridiculous that my little brother and his girlfriend have better communication skills than Jonathan and I do," Nancy said, turning the wheel of her car down the cement path that led toward the high school.

Ever since Jonathan had called to tell Nancy that he wouldn't be coming back to Indiana for the break, Nancy had been passive-aggressively finding every way she could to discuss how ridiculous it was that he wasn't coming, Out of spite, she refused to go to California to see him, creating this bubble of angst that followed her around wherever she went.

"You could always go to-"

"I'm not going to California!" she shouted, whipping the car into a parking space. Even with the seatbelt, the aggression of her action nearly sent me crashing into the passenger door. "He told me he was coming here and he doesn't even have a good reason for not coming. He just wants to be there for his college letter to come, and it might not even come. Joyce could call him if it did. Even Will. It's not like it wouldn't be there when he got back."

"Maybe he's gotten it already and he doesn't want to disappoint you," I suggested, turning to face her now that the car was in park. "Or he's afraid that this college thing is going to tear you guys apart. Have you ever considered the fact that you guys might go to different colleges next year?"

"Of course I have," Nancy said, turning to the backseat to grab her backpack.

Her answer wasn't a surprise. Anyone that knew Nancy knew that she had developed a tendency to prepare for the worst. Since Barb had been killed in the Demogorgon's invasion of Hawkins a few years ago, Nancy hadn't allowed herself a moment to breathe. If she wasn't pursuing the truth for someone else, she was protecting her family and friends from the monsters threatening to spill into Hawkins from the Upside Down. If it wasn't that, she was preparing for her future. The one that logically included her current boyfriend.

"He should be able to tell me if something isn't working," she said, her voice soft. "I deserve that, don't I?"

"Of course you do, Nance," I sighed, placing a comforting hand over hers. "Maybe he's working his way up to it. If it's not working for you, then you need to do whatever brings you peace of mind."

Nancy gave me a soft smile. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe the distance is still taking its toll and maybe more distance is what we need."

I returned her smile. She turned to look in the mirror on her sun visor, adjusting a few strands of her hair. I watched her for a moment, catching sight of another car turning into the parking lot through her window. Inside, I could see the neat and somehow hasty looking head of hair that belonged to Steve Harrington, and his passenger that I would recognize anywhere.

"Hello," Nancy sang. "Are you listening to me?"

"Hm?"

"I asked if you were ready," she said. "To go in?"

"Uh yeah. Sorry."

Grabbing my backpack from the floor of the front seat, I sat it in my lap, making sure the zippers were closed. Nothing was worse than the wind blowing a stack of paper all across the parking lot at 8 a.m. After chasing them all down, no one even needed gym class.

Nancy looked out of her window and nearly pulled on her door handle to climb out of the car, but paused when she caught sight of the same car I'd noticed a few moments ago. She turned back to me with a knowing smile on her face.

"Ah, now I see why you weren't listening."

"What are you talking about?"

"Robin," she said knowingly. "Is she still avoiding you?"

"Like the plague."

Nancy stifled a laugh. "Have you tried talking to Steve? Maybe he can help."

“By what? Handcuffing her to the chair? No matter where I run into her, no matter what I try to say to her, she says like two words and then runs off. I mean, what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Maybe she’s nervous.”

“Because of me? She runs away from me like all the jocks do when they see Eddie Munson coming down the hall.”

Nancy laughed. “People get nervous when they see someone they like. Robin’s not exactly the most eloquent with words.”

“That’s not true. She’s totally coherent. Really smart too. I mean without her, Steve and Dustin never would’ve cracked that Russian code, and for all we know, we could all be dead. They probably wouldn't have gotten out of there without her and Erica," I said. "Sure, sometimes she rambles and it’s a little hard to understand, but passion makes people sound incoherent sometimes. I think it’s kind of cute how riled up she gets about the weirdest shit,” I trailed off, catching sight of Nancy’s lopsided smile. “Shit, was I doing it again?”

“Yeah,” Nancy grinned. “It’s cute though. I’ve never seen you have heart eyes over anything. Except for Jennifer Beals and Irene Cara, or anything Flashdance related.”

“Hey!” I argued. “If you can have your Tom Cruise obsession, I can have mine.”

Nancy snorted. “Okay, okay. You’re right. I’m not judging, I just think it’s sweet."

She cast a glance out of her window toward Steve’s car. Robin was still seated inside and when Nancy looked over, both Robin and Steve’s heads quickly averted from our direction. Nancy shook her head, eyes finding mine. 

“Yeah,” she sighed. “You’re gonna need some help.”

“Is my only option Steve? Because that doesn’t seem to be going very well.”

Nancy rolled her eyes, climbing out of the car. I followed suit and the two of us met where the hood of her car came to a point. I looked toward Steve’s car, waving at him and Robin. Steve enthusiastically returned my wave and with some goading from Steve, Robin gave me one of her own. Instead of the smile one would hope to have paired with a wave, Robin wore an expression that almost looked like she was going to vomit.

“I think she hates me,” I told Nancy, who only shook her head and laughed.

What I didn’t know was that Robin’s morning hadn’t started much different than mine. Steve spent most of the morning droning on and on about his unsuccessful dating life before turning to focus on Robin’s. When they pulled into the school parking lot, Steve spotted Nancy’s car and the girl that sat beside his ex-girlfriend at the front of the car.

“Have you talked to her yet?” he asked.

Robin scoffed, looking toward the two girls inside Nancy’s car. “Are you kidding? My limbs turn to mush every time she talks to me.”

“Your limbs turn to mush all the time. You’re very uncoordinated.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Thank you for the profound observation, Steve. She just make me–”

“Nervous. I get it,” Steve said. “But if you keep looking like you’re going to vomit whenever she talks to you, she’s going to think you hate her.”

“I couldn’t hate her,” Robin scoffed with wide eyes. Steve knew that as a sign that she was about to start rambling. “She’s the epitome of perfection. Her smile is so bright that I swear I can’t see anything within a ten-foot radius. When she looks at me, I feel like I’m on fire. You know, like that song by The Doors? I only know that because she wore that t-shirt of the band one day and I did like a deep dive into their discography–”

“Robin,” Steve cut in. “You need to talk to her. At the very least, stay still when she talks to you. All you need to do is listen and speak. You’re good at that.”

“Stay still? Listen and speak? That’s your advice?”

Steve nodded, his eyes still focused on Nancy’s car. “I bet Nancy’s telling her the same thing.”

Robin’s eyes went wide. “You think they’re talking about me?” She looked toward the car and after noticing the two were already looking in her and Steve’s direction, she quickly looked toward the school. “Shit. Do you think they saw that?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Do you want to die alone?”

Robin smacked his arm. “Getting girls to go on dates might be easy for you, but some of us are socially awkward. I mean getting along with you at the mall was purely coincidental.”

“You’re not that socially awkward. You’re just nervous around the girl you like. That’s totally normal.”

“Not for you.”

“Not true. Nancy made me nervous. I was shitting bricks before I asked her out.” Steve’s eyes were on the two girls who had now exited the car, walking right past his car. The subject of their conversation waved at them, which he happily returned. He glanced over at Robin, who looked mortified. “Robin. Wave back. It’s rude.”

“I’m trying,” Robin reasoned, despite being motionless. “I’m thinking it in my head but my arms are refusing to move.”

Steve rolled his eyes, lifting the girl’s elbow. Robin wiggled her fingers as much as she could, but she knew the look on her face gave away her discomfort.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed. “You need help.”

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By the time the pep rally rolled around that afternoon, I’d done everything in my power not to think about Robin. All things considered, I’d done pretty well, but that came to an end when the band was forced onto the court to play the music for the athletes to run out to.

Nancy nudged me sharply the moment they began walking toward the bleachers, and not even I had managed to spot Robin yet. Nancy had even gotten there late and somehow managed to find her with ease.

One of the guys in the second row ducked their head to tune their instrument one final time, giving me plenty of time to spot Robin bouncing on her heels behind them. I smiled to myself, noting how miraculous it was that she managed to pull off that horrid band costume. The green of her hat brought out the lightness of her eyes, even from way back here.

A third of the way through, Nancy had to excuse herself to finish the layout for the paper. I decided to stay long enough to see Lucas jog out with the rest of the basketball team and the band to disperse before I got up to go to the bathroom.

Whoever had the idea to have the pep rally right after lunch was an idiot.

After managing to make it off the bleachers without tripping, I practically ran toward the nearest bathroom to relieve my bladder. As I was washing my hands in the sink, I heard someone muttering under their breath in the large stall at the end. It wasn’t until the sink turned off that I could begin to hear what they were saying.

“Even with a shit budget, the least they could have done was gotten a costume with a working zipper.”

I stifled a laugh at the complaint. It came from a voice I knew all too well.

“Robin?”

There was a soft thud from inside the stall. “Uh, hi.”

“Everything okay in there?”

“Yeah,” she said shakily. “These band costumes are just the gift that keeps on giving.”

“I’d say so,” I said with a smile I knew she couldn’t see. “That green really brings out the color of your eyes.”

Another thud. “Uh, thanks.”

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“Yeah,” Robin squeaked out. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” I fumbled around my words. “I can help. If you want me to.”

I waited to hear another thud but it didn’t come.

After a moment, the latch of the stall door squeaked open and Robin’s back was unveiled to me. She had gotten the coat off but the shirt she’d worn underneath had a zipper along the back that was caught in the strap of what I thought was a tank top. My eyes went wide at the sight and I swallowed deeply as I waited for her instruction.

“The uh zipper is caught in my–”

“I see,” I said quickly, Too quickly. “I mean, I can see the zipper stuck to the strap.”

Robin released a giggle that sent my heart into a short game of hopscotch. “I’ve never heard you get so flustered around me,” she said. “Normally that’s me.”

“There’s still time,” I said with a teasing smile. “As long as you don’t run away from me this time.”

Robin groaned. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be. It happens.”

I raised my hands, clasping and unclasping my fingers as I tried to work up the courage to bring them toward her back. “So you want me to–”

“Yeah,” Robin stumbled. “Could you just untangle it? If you’re comfortable.”

I released a shaky breath. “Yeah. I can try.”

My fingers wrapped around the soft black fabric of her shirt, while the fingers of my other hand touched the nude strap of what lay beneath it. In fumbling to grasp the silky strap, my fingertips brushed the skin of her back. Small goosebumps peppered her skin just as I got ready to tug the fabric apart, wary of any potential tears.

“You know,” I began, lightly tugging on the two pieces of fabric. “This isn’t how I imagined seeing your bra for the first time.”

Robin turned her head over her shoulder slightly, but not enough to meet my eyes.

“You’ve thought about this a lot?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

Robin stifled a laugh. “For the record,” she began slowly. “I do like you. I mean, Steve’s been riding my ass about it every day for the past three months. He kept telling me I was going to scare you off.”

“Gave Nancy some good entertainment,” I smiled. “She kept telling me to hang in there but I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Not unless you actually managed to tell me to.”

Robin snorted. “Even if I could’ve talked to you before without wanting to vomit, I wouldn’t have said that.” She laughed to herself. “Who would’ve thought that being half-naked in a bathroom stall would make my shyness go away?”

I joined in with her laughter, exhaling a slight sigh of relief when the two pieces of fabric snapped back to their own spaces. 

“Well, since you’re not running away from me this time and we’re in the perfect place if you need to puke,” I began. “Do you want to go out this weekend? We could go see a movie? Unless you’re sick of that from the video store.”

“No!” Robin said quickly, spinning around with her shirt clutched against her chest. “I love movies. I’d like to go. I don’t work on Sunday but I work Saturday afternoon. Or we could go Friday night–”

“Robin,” I laughed. “Why don’t I come by Saturday when your shift is over? Even if it’s late, we can make a night out of it. Plus, I want to see the expression on Steve’s face when we leave together.”

“Okay,” Robin grinned. “Thanks for helping me. Really glad you had to pee.”

I returned her grin. “Thanks for not running away this time.”

What neither of us knew was that Fred had stopped Robin in the hallway, talking to her about some paper for their history class. Their conversation had made her late for the pep rally, meaning she had to rush to get on her costume. Nancy had coincidentally run into Robin in the bathroom and zipped up her back, making sure that one piece of fabric was caught in the zipper of another.

Nancy was right. I guess I needed a bit of help after all.

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[unmellowyellowfellow]

writer tag game!! <3

tagged by @at-thezenith !!! thank you i loved these questions

1. what was the first piece of writing you did where you thought "wow I'd love to be a writer"? i wrote a silly lil fanfic about my favorite bass player and had more fun doing that than any other hobby i've ever had, and then i started to read pretty avidly to help me escape my reality and that made me finally decide to write; because i wanted to help others escape their own reality.

2. how do you gather inspiration for your works? (pinterest boards, writing prompts, etc) usually either from pinterest or dialogue prompts! but sometimes the right song on the radio will also inspire something:)

3. what genre is easiest to write? what's the hardest? why? fantasy is by far the easiest to me. you can create anything you want for whatever reason you want no matter how historically accurate or downright silly. i think that romance is the hardest to write (personally) because it is really hard to be able to convey a person being in love in words; the feeling exceeds words. also my relationships in the past were all VERY toxic so i keep a lot of my stories platonic so i don't project into my writing lol (which is fine to do! i just don't want to write and relive all my relationship trauma. maybe one day)

4. what does a typical day of writing look like for you? a LOT of pinterest, lots of music, i clean my entire house because i can't write in a dirty environment; i get all stressed about cleaning. i can usually push out 3,000 words per writing session in a pretty quick fashion because i work best without preparedness and just spit whatever comes out of my brain instead.

5. free space! ramble about a character you've most enjoyed writing about. i think that emilio is my current favorite to write about and build around. he is my first diverse character to put up front, and i am loving it. i am doing as much research as i can to be as accurate as possible. i haven't done someone diverse in lots of detail before because i've always felt very uneducated and did not want to risk being offensive or inconsiderate. i do feel like i've grown in my writing enough now though:) he's super goofy and very strong willed and needs to be protected because he is precious to me.

6. if you could pick the brains of one author, who would you pick and why? CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE. her writing is my BIGGEST inspiration. i love her details and her characters (Saturday from tgwcf is my BABY). i was just telling my fiancé last night that i would sell my kidneys to go to a writing class if she offered one. that woman is a god

7. what's one writing tip that has stuck in your head? my answer is pretty vague but LEARN TO WRITE LIKE YOU. writing rules are cool and all but they are made to be broken. there are books out there, BESTSELLERS, with run on sentences that go on for pages. people publish with millions of commas or semicolons. do not let the writing "rules" hold you back. your story deserves to be told the way you want to tell it!!

this is SUPERRR OPEN TAG!! but (no pressure) i'd love to tag @avi-why @anonymousfoz @leisoree @moonlitinks and @daisywords !!!!

here are your questions!!

1. spill. who is your favorite author, and why? and what book is your favorite of theirs?

2. which book have you read that you dislike the most? why?

3. which wip (current or past) is your absolute favorite that you've written/are writing?

4. have you written a series? if no, would you ever consider it?

5. what do you hope your readers will take away from your wips?

6. would you allow a movie adaption of your wip?

7. brag about your current wip!! :) (if no current, brag about your favorite one you've ever done! or both hehe)

#tag game #soooo much fun i love to talk #writing #writeblr #authors #poetry #zoey says shit #writers on tumblr

[bingbongsupremacy]

I'm sorry

Pairing: Brother Steve x child!reader

Type of Story: Brotherly

Warnings: Nothing I can think of

Summary: Big brother Steve has a hard time letting go.

Doesn't really follow the show. Mentions Vecna.

*Not Proof Read*

*****

" Why can't I got with the others! " I frown, glaring at Steve.

" Because you can't. " He snaps, obviously tired of my attitude. " I said no. "

" You're not my dad! " It's always like this! They treat me like a child just because I'm a year younger than the rest! I'm not even the youngest! Erica's younger than me and she's still allowed to do more stuff than me! It's not fair!

Steve's silent. " Just because your parent's don't give a shit about you, doesn't mean I don't. You're staying here. That's final. " Steve ignores my eyes as he walks towards the door, the others silently watching us. " Let's go! " He yells at Dustin and Mike, gesturing for them to get out of the house as he puts on his jacket.

Mike and Dustin hurry out, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Steve's anger.

" Lock the door. " Steve growls as he slams the door. He's pissed.

I didn't mean to hurt his feelings. I was just really frustrated. He always treats me like a little kid! I'm old enough to take care of myself.

I know Steve is just looking out for me. I mean, he is right. My parents don't care. They're too busy trying to find their next fix to take care of me. He's basically my older brother. He's always there for me when my parents aren't. He does what my parents don't.

I lean back into Hopper's couch. I shouldn't have been so mean.

***** Steve's POV *****

" How does she not realize she's going to herself fucking killed? She has no idea what's out there! " I rant to Dustin. " She's a little kid, she's not old enough to deal with this crap. "

" She's barely a year younger than us, Steve. " Dustin points out.

" Yeah but like, she doesn't know how to fight. She barely knows how to take care of herself! I had to teach her how to cook! How on earth does she think she can take on Vecna if she can't fucking scramble some eggs? " Lord knows her parents don't fucking give a crap. When I first met her, she was wearing raggedy clothes that barely fit anymore. They were barely taking care of her, giving her the bare necessities and nothing more. I had to take her shopping so she could go to school looking decent.

" Steve, you're being a little rough on her. " Nancy sighs. " She just wants to help. "

" Yeah well she can't. I won't let her. "

" How is she supposed to learn if you don't give her room to grow? Steve, whether you like it or not, Y/N is part of a world that has things we don't know about. She's going to have to take care of herself someday. "

Nancy's right.

I know I can't keep her safe forever, she just...she's a little kid. " What do you suggest, I just throw her out into this and pray for the best? "

Nancy rolls her eyes. " No of course not. Teach her. Prepare her for what might happen someday. She might end up in a situation where she needs to fight a Demogorgon or something someday. Keeping her in a bubble won't keep her safe forever. "

I know she's right. Maybe I am being too hard on her.

***** A few hours later, Y/N POV *****

I'm woken up by the sound of shuffling feet. A groan catches my attention.

I sit up and glance at Eddie as he and Jonathan help carry a passed out Steve into the house. Blood covers the entire front of his torn up shirt.

" Steve! " I run towards them, worry filling my body. " What happened? Steve are you okay?! "

The guys set Steve on the couch and I try to get closer, tears spilling.

" Hey, let's go outside. " Nancy stops me before I get to Steve. " Let's give them some space. "

" I need water and a towel! " Jonathan shouts to Mike as he rips open the rest of Steve's shirt. " Fuck he lost a lot of blood. "

" No! I want to stay with Steve! " I protest.

" Dustin. " Nancy glances at the boy, nodding at him.

Dustin grabs me and leads me out.

I try to shake off his hands, trying to run back inside. " Let me go, Henderson! " Tears stream down my cheeks. " I want to see Steve! "

" Not right now, Y/N. Let them help him, okay? We need to be patient. " Dustin tries to reason with me. " Come on, let's go. You can see him when he's better. "

I don't want to fight with him. I just want to cry.

I follow Dustin out of the house and onto the porch. We sit with our backs against the wall in silence.

I sob silently, curling up into a ball. This has to be a bad dream.

*****

" Hey, Y/N. Wake up. "

My head hurts so bad. I open my eyes to see Nancy shaking me slightly. " Where's Steve? "

" He's inside. He's asking for you. Come on. " She holds out her hand to help me up.

" Where are the others? " I ask.

" Jonathan took them home. "

I nod and quietly follow Nancy into the house, wishing this was just a bad dream. Steve got hurt and it's all my fault. Maybe if I hadn't been such a brat earlier, he would be okay. Why do I have to be so difficult?

Nancy pats my shoulder as we walk closer to Steve.

He smiles up at me. " Hey kiddo. " He says, exhaustion clear in his voice.

" I'll give you guys some space. " Nancy heads to the bathroom.

" Hi. " I whisper quietly, avoiding his gaze. " I'm sorry. "

Steve shifts slightly. " What? Why? "

" If I hadn't been so bad earlier, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. " Tears threaten to spill. " I should've just listened to you. "

" Hey, hey, come here. " Steve gestures me over. " You didn't do anything wrong, kid. You were right. I need to give you more freedom. I'm not your dad. " Steve and I make eye contact. " I'm sorry kiddo, I shouldn't have been so rough on you. I shouldn't have said what I said. "

I still feel guilty.

" This, " He gestures to himself. " is not your fault. I was being stupid, okay? It's my fault. "

" Are you sure? "

Steve laughs. " Yes, Y/N. I'm sure. " He grunts in pain as he sits up. " I'm going to be okay, Y/N. "

I smile slightly, feeling a little better. " Can I give you a hug? "

" Sure, kiddo. "

I slowly hug Steve, careful not to hurt him. " Can you teach me how to make a Molotov cocktail now?

" Don't push your luck, kiddo. "

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #x reader #x child reader #big brother #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things

[deadhumourist]

YSC: A Game of Realities

It’s only fitting that the month of love is dedicated to the man who chooses love instead of choosing sides, right?  This is a dramedy to make up for the dark January fic. Thank you to @just-here-for-the-moment for encouraging my nonsense.

Summary: An unexpected turn in a battle with The Mountain has Prince Oberyn end up in a situation that he couldn't have imagined, and you have to help him through it. The ride is bumpy until you discover something that will change your perception of yourself, of Oberyn and of reality, forever. This is part 1, more to follow!

Part of the wonderful @yearofcreation2023 challenge!

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x F!Reader

Rating: Mature - language, later chapters will be explicit. 

WC: 1835

Warnings: Language, battle scenes, mention of death and burial, shaky boundary lines between sci-fi and fantasy, smells and Olympic-level sass because I'm three raccoons in a trenchcoat. Reader has no physical description, and uses she/her pronouns. Whole fic not beta’d.

Author Masterlist | Taglist in bio.

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Doran is seated in the centre of the plush sofa in his receiving room. The intricate patterns and warm, rich colours sit beautifully with the high-ceilinged space, giving it an air of grandeur, fitting for the royal family of Dorne. In the corner a lush palm sways in the light breeze, in stark contrast to the tense atmosphere between the dark-haired brothers. 

“I have been more than fair, Oberyn. You have visited the capital, said your piece - this unquenchable thirst for retribution will drag the people of Dorne into the fire if it does not end with you.” 

Oberyn scoffs at his older brother, bitterness simmering in his words. “Words alone will not bring Elia back.” 

“Neither will violence.” Doran snaps. 

He is tired. His younger brother has always been fiery, passionate to a fault. With vengeance blowing this kindling into an open flame, he has little hope of discouraging the man from his course of action. But he has to try. 

“Reconsider, Oberyn. It will not change what happened in the past, and you could lose your life in the process. Will you have me put both of my siblings into the ground?” he intones softer. 

His brother continues to pace the floor like a caged viper, seething with a rage so deep-seated that he himself doesn’t know where to go with it. His beloved sister had died at the hands of the Lannisters and it seemed like his brother was ready to break bread with them. 

“I am not retracting my challenge to the Mountain. I will spill his blood the way he did hers.” 

With one last look at Doran’s pained expression, he flings the door open and starts down the hall to his quarters. 

Concealed behind a corner close to Doran’s rooms, Ellaria stands stock still. She had stopped to listen in, having heard the loud exchange from the hallway. The Mountain’s reputation as a killer is known far and wide, and she is worried. She trusts Oberyn’s skill in a fight, but with the Lannisters you never know what surprises are hiding in the wings. 

“I won't allow you to leave me alone in this world, lover.” she whispers into the darkness before she turns on her heel and makes for the Maester’s chambers.

When she exits hours later, she is holding a black elixir which promises that Oberyn will come out of the fight unscathed. 

As she stalks to her private room, the glass vial burns in her hand - is new, otherworldly and unseen by anyone outside of the inner circle of Maesters. Oberyn will see it as a betrayal but she will keep him alive no matter the cost. 

The Maester had warned her several times during the consultation. 

“You are absolutely sure you want to play with dark magic, dear?” 

Ellaria nodded, watching him take down different bottles from his shelves. 

When he started pouring the contents of one into a mixing bowl, she gripped his arm hard. 

“A mere potion will not do, Maester, it needs to ensure that Oberyn stays alive.” 

He simply raised an eyebrow at her, continued and then swung round to heave a large grey grimoire off the same shelves. 

“And so it will.” 

Ellaria now clutches the vial closer to her as she increases her speed. She can’t help feeling unsettled about the liquid in her possession, even though she requested it. The Maester was insistent with his instructions. 

“Stand clear of the arena, and when the time is right, throw the vial onto the ground, so it breaks near the opponent. He will be transported by magic to a place where he can never harm anyone."

She regards him carefully, and he answers the question she doesn't ask. 

"It is dark magic, and the price will be exacted for such a request."

She knows he does not mean coin. 

Reaching her chambers, she closes the door behind her and places the vial among her jewels. 

As she hides the glass object, she hears the clanging of spears outside her window and a growling laugh from Oberyn, who seems to have bested his opponent, undoubtedly not for the first time. 

She closes her eyes and fervently hopes that this will work. 

—-

The Dornish procession proudly walks into the arena, parting like a golden, shimmering sea to allow their second-born prince to move to his place. Ellaria is already waiting for him there, where he fastens the last of his armour. He kisses her passionately before gripping his spear, and although there are tears in her eyes, she can’t bring herself to utter any words of warning or apology. 

He enters into the fight, spear twirling in the air, a fanciful prince intent on taking what was taken from him. Oberyn taunts the man, goading him into admitting to his crimes, while the clanging of metal echoes into the surrounding mountains. 

Ellaria knows Oberyn, she sees the minute gritting of his teeth while The Mountain fights the man she loves with sheer strength; he does not give an inch between them and does not give Oberyn the satisfaction of responding either.

She recognises her lover’s white-hot anger, unspooling like a tethered ball of thread dropped into an abyss, making him reckless.

The mountain’s spear catches the edge of Oberyn’s and with a sickening crackle of wood, the tip is snapped off. 

Ellaria gasps out loud, panic rising in her throat and stealing her breath before she can take it. 

She reaches into her thin mustard-coloured cloak, retrieves the vial and…throws. 

Her throw causes the vial to sail briefly on a gust of wind, and instead of hitting The Mountain, the vial crashes in front of Oberyn’s feet, creating a vortex of black smoke in front of him. It fizzes and crackles like sparklers set alight.

The vortex lurches sickeningly towards him and the next moment Oberyn is gone. 

As the black smoke dissipates rapidly the only sound heard is Ellaria’s anguished screams.

—-

With your chin resting on the heel of your hand, you marvel how it can feel like 19 hours have passed, when in reality you just cracked hour 5 of your shift. 

You are in a bad mood to boot. An earlier table had given you the run around and then didn't tip on a huge bill. Now you just want to get the hell out of the place, put on some pajamas and watch a series. 

You're about to get up when a loud clanging sound comes from outside the restaurant. The open area behind the restaurant is known to attract some troublemakers so this isn't exactly a surprise. 

Pete, the smarmy manager on duty stops in front of you."Go tell those kids to stop messing around here or we'll call the authorities."

Heaving a deep sigh, you get up and walk to the back of the restaurant, throwing the metal door open in front of you. 

You listlessly stomp to the dumpster, and stop, hands perched on your hips. 

"Okay dillholes, enough fun for today, get a move on."

You hear a plastic ruffling inside the dumpster.

Rolling your eyes, you check your watch. Good lord, the last 30 minutes of your shift is starting to feel like several lifetimes. 

When you look up, you see a leg swung over the side of the dumpster, followed by a brownish thing, which materializes into a human as it climbs out of the big metal container. 

The man shouts at you, looking around. He's clearly aggravated, his hair sticking up in all directions. 

"Where is The Mountain?"

You stare a long time before your brain manages to make your tongue move. 

"You're in the city buddy, there are no mountains here."

The man, seemingly satisfied that the geographical feature isn't close by, sniffs himself and pulls a face. 

"This place smells like week-old waste" he yells at you from where he stands, somehow managing to make the statement drip with distaste.  

The cheek of this guy is unbelievable and you feel your hackles rising at how rude he is. 

"Yeah? We'll that's rich coming from someone who looks like a fancy fuckin' armadillo!"

For a moment Oberyn is speechless. He's no shrinking violet but no one has ever dared speak to Dornish royalty like that. When he finds his tongue again, his hands automatically go to his hips and he cocks his chin out at you. 

“Come over here in your peasant clothes and say that to my face."

“I can see your damn face from here, and these are not..” 

You look down, taking in the uniform and apron with a few food splatters.

“...okay I’ll give you the clothes. What….were you dumpster diving then?” 

Finally taking a moment, he looks around, but everything seems wrong. Out of place. 

"This does not look like King's Landing, even if it smells the same” he says, now a little more subdued than when he first yelled at you. 

"Ummm…no. You're at the back of a restaurant and you were in the trash a minute ago. Listen, I don’t know what your deal is but you gotta go.”

Oberyn spins on his heel, looking around. "I would gladly, but it would appear I am not in any recognisable part of Westeros."

The name sounds like something you’ve heard before but you shake it off, trying to focus on the man in front of you instead.

“What’s your name?”

The man seems to be thinking about something for a while, then replies.

“Oberyn, Prince of Dorne.” 

“Okay, Oberyn, Prince of Dorne, as the song goes - you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. My shift is pretty much over, is there someone I can call to come get you?” 

He looks at you blankly. The man cuts a ridiculous sight standing next to the dumpster in his leather outfit, just staring at you like he’s trying to work out some impossible math problem.

You sigh, throwing your hands up. With this one it seems to have devolved into a process of elimination when it comes to getting any information, because he’s either coming off some insane drug-induced bender or he has memory loss. Either way he’ll need to be checked out, or at the very least take a goddamned shower. 

“Look, are you dangerous? Are you going to try to kill me if I take you somewhere in my car?” 

The man’s expression morphs from blank curiosity to disgusted.

“We do not hurt women and children in Dorne. You will be safe in my company, but where are we going?”

“Home, my home. You can’t stand around out here like you just came from Comic Con or a Leather Daddy convention, and you don’t seem to have a clue where you are so…unless you have a better idea…” you jerk a thumb over your shoulder and start turning around to clock out. 

As you walk back to the restaurant, you hear the crunch of his books on the gravel  behind you and idly wonder if this is how those true crime episodes start. Finding a mildly threatening guy and loading him into your car. 

This might be a huge mistake. 

#oberyn martell fic #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell fanfiction #oberyn martell x reader #prince oberyn #oberyn martell x female reader #game of thrones fanfiction #oberyn martell #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #year of science fiction #year of creation

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Heaven and Hellfire

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Female Reader 

Warnings: blood, gore, typical Stranger Things critters, small angst 

A/N: So this is my dabble into Eddie Munson and Stranger Things because “plot bunnies.” Whether I continue will depend on how fickle my muse will be. 

***

Dread narrowed the space around your heart until every beat was painful. 

The sky boiled with angry black clouds over Hawkins, adding to your sense of urgency as you headed for the trailer park at a dead run. All day the drive to hurry, go, don't stop, had driven you forward like a mad woman, but it wasn't until you reached the town that the horrible feeling you would be too late set in. 

It rose to choke your throat on every mission, but this one was the worst. This time, you knew the personal stakes involved. This time, failure was not an option. 

As you approached the rundown trailer, you could sense the wrongness that clung to it. There was an evil inside no one in their right mind would go toward. 

You never slowed down. 

Up the porch stairs and through the door, barreling in like Hell Hounds nipped at your heels, you stumbled into the living room, searching for the way through to the Upside Down.

There! Practically pulsing in the ceiling, the dark vortex spread, black lines of residual ooze spilling over into this world. 

You slowed down only long enough to throw a handful of powder into the air, causing the creeping lines to freeze and slowly begin to retreat. It wouldn't close the portal but would stop it from spreading beyond the room. Then, you threw yourself upward with strength greater than that of a human, tumbled once and landed in The Upside Down on your feet. 

The smell gagged you. You would never get over the stench of this hideous otherworld. 

As if you could feel grains of time trickling down your spine, you threw yourself out the door, down the stairs and ran again toward the pair in the distance.

Surrounded by dead and dying bats, the boy you knew as Dustin held onto the one you'd come to save.

"I didn't run away this time, right?" Eddie murmured.

Dustin shook his head. "No. You didn't run."

You fell to your knees beside them, causing Dustin to gasp and grip Eddie tighter. 

"The fuck! Where did you come from!" the boy demanded, but you couldn't take your eyes off Eddie. 

His face was beloved, though the blood on it made yours boil. How dare the foul creatures of The Upside Down do this to him!

"If you want me to save your friend, move away now," you said, finally turning to look at Dustin. 

Whatever he saw in your eyes had him scrambling backward, allowing you to gather Eddie close and cradle him in your arms as you longed for.

You smiled down at him and cupped his cheek. "You are braver than you think."

"I know you," he whispered, a shaking hand rising toward your face. 

Warm blood smeared across your skin, but you'd had blood on you before.

"Yes, as I know you," you agreed. "Take what you need from me and live."

He smiled sadly. "Too late."

Gently, you shushed him and lightly stroked his cheek. "Never. Not for me."

You pressed your lips to his, ignoring the copper taste of blood, seeking past it for the heady taste of Eddie. The taste you knew in your soul.

His tongue met yours, and you sighed, letting your power unfold as you poured your life force into him.

Dustin gasped and raised his hand to shield his eyes when the glow around you went supernova, gleaming ever brighter as what you hid from the world unfolded from your back.

Big and broad, the soft grey wings speared high behind you as they materialized and slowly spread, coming to rest over you like a warm cape.

Eddie's ability to participate grew stronger as the worst of his wounds healed until his hand gripped the back of your neck and pulled you tightly to him.

At that point, you gentled your kiss until you could draw away and smile at him. "There you are."

He stared in awe. "Angel… am I dead?"

"If you're dead, so am I, 'cause I can see her too," Dustin murmured, also starring.

"You're not dead. It was close, though. You did a courageous but idiotic thing today," you chided softly. "And people call me Dove."

"Dove…" Eddie whispered. "I dream of you."

You smiled and pressed your forehead to his. "I dream of you, too."

"That's great and all, but can you discuss dreams and make goo-goo eyes at each other somewhere not here!" Dustin asked, frantically pointing at the sky.

You looked up and found the swarms of bats regrouping, drawn to your light. 

"Help Eddie up," you commanded as you let him slip from your grasp. 

Dustin scrambled to follow your order, but Eddie grabbed your hand. 

"You can't fight them."

Fear filled his eyes, but you only smiled gently. "Sweet of you to worry, but I'll be fine."

He wasn't strong enough to keep you in his grasp, and you pulled away, rising to face the fluttering darkness. 

The bats chattered and shrieked, filling the sky with noise and the scent of death.

They came on a wave, rushing toward you, but you weren't afraid. Bats were no match for the power you wielded. 

They dove shrieking. 

You spread your wings, shielding Eddie and Dustin as the glow around you intensified until you unleashed it with a scream.

The blast tore through the swarm, shredding and killing each one. They fell smouldering out of the sky to drop like rags on the ground.

You turned back to Eddie and Dustin. Their gaping mouths would typically make you chuckle, but you were in dangerous territory, and your light would draw worse things than bats to you. 

"We have to go now."

They didn't move. 

"What the hell are you?" Dustin finally managed to spit out. 

Eddie said nothing. He was on his feet but teetering, strength waning with each passing second. 

"I will explain everything, but if we don't go now, we're not getting out-"

Something roared too close for comfort. 

Both jolted toward you as you vanished your wings and hurried to set yourself under Eddie's other arm.

With the two of them hobbling as fast as possible, you made it back to the trailer and inside.

You turned toward Dustin and grabbed him by the jacket.

"Hey, what-"

You grinned pleasantly. "Sorry about this."

Before he could speak, you chucked him upward through the portal. 

He yelled and landed on his face, but luckily the mattress broke his fall. 

You turned to Eddie. 

"You first."

"I can get myself through; you can't," you insisted.

"I can't leave you here alone."

You sighed and grabbed him by the leather jacket. "Stubborn. Always so stubborn. This will likely hurt."

Before he could ask for clarification, you leapt upward, managed to haul both of you through the portal, and flipped to take the fall on your back.

Eddie landed on you, stealing your breath but not from pain. His warmth was everything right in your world.

Then, the clock began to chime.

"Shit!"

You scrambled to your feet, hauled Eddie up and pushed Dustin toward the door.

"No, that means-" Dustin didn't finish.

He didn't need to. 

Seconds later, the world fell to chaos as the ground split open and The Upside Down began to break through.

You dragged Eddie and pushed Dustin, forcing him to run on his injured leg, but you couldn't stop.

Not until a few minutes later when the world stopped shaking.

Of one mind, the three of you collapsed to catch your breath as fire made the sky over Hawkins glow red.

"Oh, god, Max," Dustin whimpered, suddenly starting to cry. 

"She's not dead," you assured him quietly.

"What?" He stared at you before shaking his head. "How do you know that? How do you know anything? Who the hell are you?"

You glanced at Eddie and sighed. Wary suspicion had hardened his features. 

"I know because if Max were dead, the world would still be ending, and we would still be running. How she is still alive, I don't know. I won't know until I can talk to Eleven."

"You know Elle?"

"Of her. We've never met in person."

Dustin instantly grew suspicious. "What's that mean? Who do you work for?"

"Henderson," Eddie murmured, speaking for the first time. "Pretty sure she kissed me back to life. From what you've told me about Elle, I think we can trust Dove isn't a bad guy."

The sound of your name from his lips caused your heart to flutter. 

"I didn't kiss you back to life; I shared my life force with you," you murmured, watching him watch you.

"Why?" he asked, subconsciously scrubbing at the blood on his rings. 

The small glimmer of silver in the night drew your notice, and you sat mesmerized by the movement, wondering if those hands would feel as good on you as they appeared. 

"Dove?"

You glanced up, realized you'd been staring and looked away quickly. "Because I had to."

Eddie scooted closer until your thighs touched. "Why?"

That single point of contact made you shiver. "Because I had to," you whispered, finding his dark eyes in the night. 

Orange and red lit the sky, sirens screamed, but all was silent and dazzling when you looked at him. Unable to help yourself, you reached up and pulled the dirty bandana from his hair, desperate to get your hands on his curls.

"Why?" he whispered, his fingers brushing the dried blood on your cheek. 

"Because." You drifted closer. Closing the distance between his lips and yours, you whispered, "You're mine, Eddie Munson. In this life, in every life. I will always find you."

Dustin gasped, but you didn't hear a sound as you pressed your mouth to Eddie's. 

No longer did he taste like copper. The sands of time weren't trickling down your spine. Here in this quiet clearing, as the world burned around you, you were home. Everything was right and perfect.

His rings were hard but smooth against your neck as his hand came up to rest against your jaw. It was his touch that burned, filling your soul with fire. 

Your free hand slipped inside his jacket to trace down his chest as he pressed forward, kissing you fervently. 

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and your world expanded. In every life, he remembered that move, and in every life, it made you wet. 

"Um… yeah, still here."

You broke apart to look at Dustin, having forgotten the kid for a minute.

"I think we need to find somewhere to crash," Eddie murmured. 

"We've got a place. Hot water, food, security," you promised, getting to your feet. 

"We?" Dustin muttered.

"You'll see."

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem reader #Heaven and Hellfire

[lilac-holmes]

you wouldn't — sherlock x reader

TW: implications of suicide, suicidal ideation, hospitalization

boyfriend!sherlock comforts you through a depressive episode

♡

Rain misted through the air, your glasses smudged with dew and your vision blurry. 

You were sat on the roof of your flat, a spot where your bedroom window exited to, and a space you only used when things got bad.

And things were bad again.

Your legs hung over the side of the building, shoulders slouched and palms flat on the concrete.

You had a support system, but you knew that they could only do so much, and that the help you needed was beginning to surpass their abilities. Everything felt dark. Dull. Hopeless.

You chuckled softly. Ten stories above the earth, one push and you could end it all.

You hated thinking that. You wouldn’t do it. You could never.

You wanted to, but you wouldn’t.

Would you?

“You wouldn’t,” a voice spoke, a deep voice, a familiar voice.

You turned, and there stood Sherlock, facing you, his hand grasping the frame of your bedroom window. He pushed the pane open further, and climbed over, groaning in ease as he sat down beside you.

“No,” you spoke, but he put his finger to his lips, looking out over the city with you.

“You wouldn’t jump.”

“You don’t know.”

“I do know,” he said softly. “And I know you wouldn’t leave me.”

He placed his hand on top of yours, taking it and turning it over, pressing his thumb into your palm and grasping your hand with his other.

“Would you?”

His voice sounded weak, broken. Tears filled your eyes, rendering your vision absolutely useless. 

“What am I doing wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing -”

“Don’t say ‘nothing.’” He closed his eyes in frustration. “If I was doing anything right, you wouldn’t be sitting out here, alone, avoiding me.”

“I’m not avoiding you, love,” you speak again, but the words come out quietly, and you both know they’re not true.

Sherlock takes a deep inhale, and squeezes your hand gently.

“I’ve never loved the way I love you,” he whispers, and you face him, his eyes red-rimmed and full of worry. “And I love you immensely. I cannot stand to see you in such agony.”

“I’m okay -”

“No, you’re not,” he interrupted, and you could sense he was refraining from shouting at you. “You’re not okay, and I need you to get the help you need.”

You were sobbing by this point, grasping his hand with all your strength and pulling him towards you, your body begging for a hug. 

But he didn’t lean towards you.

His body radiated warmth and you were desperate to feel it against your skin, to inhale his scent, to breathe in all the love you didn’t deserve. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, and you watched them fill with tears, knowing he’d never be so vulnerable with anyone else. 

Only you.

“Promise me,” he spoke, his voice hoarse. “Promise me that tomorrow, you’ll allow me to take you to the hospital.”

You were quiet. 

“Promise me.”

You closed your eyes as tears spilled down your cheeks. “I promise, my love.”

You felt him pull you into a tight hug, finally, finally, and you clutched onto him, your hands grasping the fabric of his shirt on his back.

Sherlock was crying, silent sobs into your shoulder, and you held him, never wanting to let go again. It hurt, watching him cry for you, the one person he loved above all else.

The person who was breaking his heart relentlessly and carelessly.

“I’ll go right now if you’d like,” you whispered, trying to ease his pain, but he shook his head. 

“No, no,” he said quietly, his breath warm against your ear. “I want to spend tonight with you.”

You knew what that meant. He’d be up all night, wide awake, his eyes on you as you slept.

But he didn’t need sleep like you did, and you didn’t want to disappoint him, so you nodded, and he helped you up from where you were sitting.

And you let your body relax, tension disappearing, as Sherlock Holmes tucked you into bed.

#sherlockholmes #sherlock #johnwatson #johnlock #sherlock x reader

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

A/N: This fic is cross-posted on Wattpad and Ao3

Chapter 3

“You don’t have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

First period had started ten minutes before as I rushed into the building. The halls were void of students and staff, and the only sound was the squeaking of my coffee-sodden shoes on the white tiles. 

Every head in the classroom shot up from their phone as I burst through the door, setting my bag down and taking out the soaked papers to dry. “I am so sorry, guys!”

“Miss Foster,” one kid said. “Is that coffee on you?”

I paused and stared at them like a deer in headlights. “Um–uhh…yeah.” I began to set up my desk–booting up my computer, filing away papers, trying my best to not cry at the feeling of wet socks–while simultaneously trying my best to form a coherent response. “Little accident at the Weathervane. I ended up spilling all of my latte on me…and another customer.”

I took a deep breath and fixed my shirt, sighing as I tried to gather my thoughts, but something–her–she lingered in the back of my head. Larissa. Not even ten minutes together and her eyes, her smile, her very person was already imprinted in my mind. “Okay–uh…what class is this again? First period? Right, okay. Where’d we leave off yesterday?”

“The intro to the Russian Revolution of 1917,” a girl in the back answered.

“Right!” I moved to the white board and took a marker, drawing a long line with dashes here and there. When the timeline was built, I began to lecture the students, smiling to myself when turned away from them, knowing that they had no clue I had first hand experience with the subject at hand.

“Okay, the Russian Revolution…” I started. “As we learned yesterday, the revolution was initiated in February of 1917. The first revolt was centered around the capital at the time, Petrograd. This would later become Saint Petersburg. Tsar Nicholas II eventually stepped down from the throne after being convinced by the high ranking military officials that in doing so, the mutinies and turmoil would subside. This would allow the new government, led by the Russian Duma, to take over, and this becomes the Russian Provisional Government.” 

I looked across the sea of students all looking at the board, some taking notes, and one trying to not fall asleep. “Can anyone tell me what was a major contributing factor to the 1917 revolution?”

A girl in the back shot her hand up quickly. “Oh! The Russian Revolution of 1905.”

“Good!” To know that at least one of my students was paying attention and that I wasn’t talking to the wall always filled me with hope–especially in a town like this. “As we learned last week, the events of Bloody Sunday caused a lot of upheaval. If you turn to page 276 of your textbook you can see a primary source image of propaganda from 1905, and if you turn to page 301 you can also see a comparison of the multiple revolutions Russia had pre-World War One and throughout…”

The soft glow of lamplight encases the living room as the TV plays quietly in the background. I scan over tests, marking each incorrect answer and unfortunately recording more D’s than A’s. 

I glance at my phone. It had been an entire day since I spilled coffee on Larissa. I had no idea who she was or what she did for a living, but scenarios crossed my mind as to why she hadn’t reached out yet.

What if she was just being polite?

What if she wants nothing to do with me?

I barely know this woman and I’m already craving her approval and attention.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I don’t even know her last name and I’m already clinging to her.

It had been three days since the incident and now I was convinced Larissa wanted nothing to do with me. I stood in line at the Weathervane, staring off into space. As I stepped up to the counter, I smiled and placed my order before moving off to the side to wait. But once again I was a complete idiot.

“Wow, I really need to start looking where I’m going,” I huffed after running straight into her.

The softest smile from her sent butterflies through my chest. It was incredible, the effect this woman had on me. “Well, at least there was no coffee this time.” 

Larissa’s giggle was the sweetest sound to grace my ears. 

“Oh, by the way,” she continued. “I just wanted to apologize for not messaging you sooner. I’ve been quite busy recently.”

I smiled back, relieved it was all in my head. “That’s fine! I completely understand. I’m a history teacher at Jericho High School, so I’m well acquainted with ‘busy’.”

Larissa paused for a moment. “Would you want to sit down with me? I have some free time so I didn’t order my coffee as takeaway.”

“I would love that,” I said after taking a second to think. “But, unfortunately, I have to be at work in fifteen minutes.”

I could’ve sworn there was a look of disappointment in Larissa’s eyes. The blue hue grew ever so slightly darker and her smile faltered briefly before widening. “That’s quite alright. Your students come first.”

“Well,” I chuckled. “More like my need to pay the bills comes first. The students can be a pain in the rear, but you do have a point. The students are our future. And to have a better future they need a good education.”

The entire day I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It got so bad to the point where I actually had to give one of the classes a free period. “I need to catch up on grading,” I told them. 

What a lie.

I spent the entire time thinking about Larissa. How her hips swayed when she walked. How her perfect red lips would curve into the sweetest smile. And how her eyes could tell you every emotion she ever had. 

“Miss Foster?” 

“Miss Foster?”

A voice brought me from my trance and I looked up at the girl. How long had she been standing there? “Oh god. I’m sorry, Macy. What can I help you with?”

“Well, I just had a question about this section of the assignment you gave us yesterday…”

As she explained her problem it was hard to focus. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my phone screen light up with a text. My heart practically burst at the unknown number and suddenly, for the time ever, I didn’t want to help a student. 

But, I did. I answered her questions, and I helped her answer an essay prompt about the early civilization lesson we were going over. As soon as she sat back down I picked up my phone, and sure enough it was Larissa.

‘I was just wondering if you’d be available to go to dinner tomorrow night? A new restaurant opened up in the square, and I’ve been meaning to try it.’

Dinner. She does want to go to dinner. 

‘And what about the dry cleaning?’

‘The lady said she couldn’t do anything about it. The fabric was too light.’

Figures. 

‘I’m available anytime after 4.’

‘Is 5:30 okay?’

‘Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.’

I don’t think I had ever been so impatient in my life until then. It was less than a day away and my heart was already fluttering uncontrollably, and it felt like years before the final bell of day had rung, dismissing the students from class.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #gwendoline christie

[nirvanawrites111]

Enemy Situation

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Black Fem OC

Genre: Paranormal Dark Romance

Trigger Warnings: Explicit name calling, rough sex, choking, belt play, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex, blood, vampire shit, death, oral sex fem receiving, enemies to lovers

Word Count: 2738

"You have exactly twenty-four hours to kill her, or you will die," My boss slid the picture of my ex-girlfriend in front of me.

I scanned the picture of her and gently touched the photo. I never expected her to get caught up in my work life. This wasn't something I wanted for her, but she's a dangerous woman that needs to be handled.

"I will do this easily," I said.

"Perfect, Monique is fucking with the wrong organization if she thinks what she did won't cost her... her life," Hongjoong reminded me of the big mistake that she made.

I put on my leather gloves and stood up from the table. It's my job to make an example out of her. Now, her organization will crumble and I can move on with my life.

"I'll see you soon," I said.

I headed towards her apartment with a bouquet of white Lillies. This was going to be a joy to kill her slowly and watch her die. Love can make you do some crazy things, but it will push you to an unfortunate end.

I arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. She didn't know that I knew where she moved to. She called herself escaping from me after she stole from my organization.

Monique opened the door her front door with a slick smile on her face. She leaned her body on the side of the door.

Even though the glass that separated us, I could still take in every detail of my former lover. She fluffed her thick full hair that was straightened and styled into voluminous jet black curls.

My eyes trailed down to her red painted lip that matched her lacy bra and panties. Why did she have on a lacy housecoat if I could see everything?

Her whole appearance made it obvious that she'd been warned about my arrival.

She's always embodied a sex kitten that utilizes her sexual appeal to whip me into submission. But, today I will use it to my upper hand.

"Park Seonghwa," My name rolled off her tongue easily and effortlessly. I remembered a time when I adored hearing my name fall from her lips.

"What brings you.." Her words were cut off and her big round sepia eyes traveled down my clothes like I'm being  eye fucked. Her lips curled again into a seductive grin. "To my necks of the woods.

She wet her lips slightly over her red lipstick. She was definitely up to something, and I am going to find out soon enough.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I said. "Would you mind if I stepped into your home?" I asked politely. I have always been a man with manners.

"Of course," she adorned a very sinister smile that only Monique could wear. I watched her opened the screen door to allow me into her space.

I stepped into her home and looked around. I closed my eyes for a moment, and I didn't hear anyone else in her home.

Perfect.

I opened my eyes to see Monique stood before me. "Now, you said you wanted to talk, Seonghwa?" She folded her arms across her chest and threw all her weight to one side.

"Yes," I said. "These are for you," I handed her the flowers. She grabbed them and held them to her chest.

"Awe, you brought me Lillies. You know these are my favorite," She smiled. She walked over to her kitchen island and  placed them there and came back over to me.

"So, did you come over to do the job?" Monique removed her robe, and I watched it dropped down to the ground in a pool around her feet.

Her breasts spilled out of her bra and her thighs looked perfect and shapely. Why does her body have to look even better than before?

"Absolutely," I took off my coat and tossed it on the couch.

"So, let me guess they sent you over here to kill me?" Monique has always been one step ahead of everyone else. That's how she was able to attack my organization from the inside out.

"Why would I kill you, Moni?" I raised my brow at her accusation. She's going to make this process a lot harder than it needs to be.

"I mean, I did steal product from your organization, kill one of your shooters, and tricked you into falling in love with me all at the same time," Moni reminded me of how cold-hearted she was.

"Those are minor details, and now you are a queen pin of your own organization," I complimented.

"I know, and you taught me everything that I know. I observed you and took notes on everything. I mean, you could have joined my organization, but your loyalty to Hongjoong is too strong," Moni walked over to me and pulled on my tie.

"That is true. But, Hongjoong can be trusted."

"But, Hongjoong could never make you feel the way that I do," Moni pulled me close to her face and brushed her lips against mine. "I know you miss how I always made you feel," Moni reminded me.

"Moni," I pulled back. I stepped back and straightened out my clothes. I couldn't be patient with her because she's always one step ahead of me. I grabbed her by her neck and picked her up off the ground.

"You aren't going to make me fall for your shit this time," I laughed, while I watched her feet dangle and the realization that she's not as strong as me. I loved to see her struggle to breathe.

Moni cocked her head to the side. "Mmm... choke....me ....harder daddy," Moni managed to breathe out. I couldn't believe how her freaky ass is being sexual at a time like this.

"And this is the reason why we were a perfect match. You always allowed me to embrace my darkness," I said.

She nodded. I hated the fact that she's enjoying this too much.

"Feed me," I said. I licked my tongue across my fangs because I wanted to taste her sweet blood for the last time before I kill her.

Moni had a dark look in her eyes. "Gladly... take me to the bed..." Moni struggled to get out of her words.

I let go of her throat and allowed her body to fall bride style into my arms. I watched her bite her lips as we walked to the bedroom.

"You know if you kill me, then you will never get to taste me again," Moni said, trying to entice me because she knows how much I love to taste her.

I threw her forcefully on the bed. "Shut up bitch," I turned her onto her back. I pulled her down to the end of the bed. I kneeled before and carefully pulled her panties down.

"Mmm... you are speaking my love language tonight," Moni grinned. Her sexual energy was calling out to me.

I slipped my middle finger into her wet pussy and worked it into her. I watched her grind against my finger and her back arch. "You might have fallen for my bullshit, but I am really a whole simp for you. I miss this," Moni cried out.

One thing that makes her vulnerable is sex.

That's where she allows herself to be comfortable and free. This is how I can get her.

"Mm... really? You miss this. How much? Tell daddy how much you have missed this," I said. I watched her as I drilled my finger inside of her and feeling her clench around my finger.

"So much... I have tried to fuck other people. I have even tried to fuck other vampires.. and none of them are like you," Moni worked her hips in a circular motion.

She still was holding back, so I inserted my pointer finger inside of her wet nest. She always easily reacts to my body, and that's one thing she can't fake.

"Other vampires like who?"I questioned. It didn't matter, but I was curious who she allowed into her.

"Jooheon, Changkyun, Jinyoung, Jaebeom, and Kai," Moni rattled off the names of other vampires in my coven, but that only turned me even more.

"A whore always craves her first fix," I pulled her close to my face and devoured her pussy. My tongue skillfully lapped her sensitive folds to retrieve all of her juices that dripped down from our short finger session.

"I do. I masturbate every single day thinking about you. Even when I was with them, I thought about you... Seonghwa," When she said my name, I jammed my tongue deep inside of her pussy.

My finger found the top of her clit stroked it while I gave her what she desired since I showed up on her porch.

"Every single day?" I asked. "Tell me how you do it," I asked.

"I lay here on my bed, and I close my eyes. I pictured you between my legs eating me just like you are doing. One hand I have on my breast and the other I am playing with my clit. I think about how you make me feel like I am floating on a cloud," Moni said.

I take my tongue out of her pussy and quickly licked her clit.

"Fuck... you are so much better than my toys. And faster," Moni cried out.

"Of course I am... you are fucking with a vampire.. you love danger. You always have," I stopped to remind her.

Moni sat up and pushed my head back between her thighs. "Please... baby. Do not stop! I am going to cum," Moni gave me the motivation to prove to her once again there is no man better than me.

"Then cum for me," I fingered her pussy while sucking on her clit. I felt her squirt in my mouth and slurped it out of her pussy.

"Fuck... Seonghwa... I am going to cum," Her body raised off the bed, and I watched her.

That's when I knew it was time for me to strike when the iron is hot. I looked right into her eyes and bit the inside of her thigh.

"Shit!!!!" Moni said, with clenched teeth and while her body spasmed to the pleasure I gave her. She came so hard, almost drowning me in her juice.

I punctured her thigh to give me what I came for a taste of her blood.

I drank from her thigh and watched her eyes roll back as she rode the intensive wave of her orgasm.

She's always been a whore for me and will allow me to do anything I want. I don't mind giving her pleasure as long as I get to receive from her as well.

I missed the taste of her blood, and just like she was dick hopping to replace me, I was bouncing between many women to find someone who tasted just like her.

I watched her rubbed her clit while I drink her blood.

I moved from between her thighs and stood over her. Her blood dripped down from my mouth. I licked her blood from my lips.

"No one has ever made me feel like that," Moni panted and watched me. I unbuckled my pants. Now, it was time to go in for the kill.

Moni crawled to the end of the bed and pulled me closer to her. She removed my belt from my pants.

She pulled my pants down. I stepped out of my shoes and pants. I pushed her back against the bed.

I grabbed her legs and pulled her over to me. I held her legs together in the air and plowed into her pussy. I wasn't going to waste any time because she's already soaking wet from me, making her cum.

"Did you have fun fucking the other vampires?" I asked.

"Not as much as I enjoy you fucking me right now," Moni whined.

I watched her as I stroked into her dripping cunt. I swear this woman is my weakness, and I am going to miss giving her this.

"Good little girl... always tell daddy what he wants to hear," I told her. I leaned back a bit and gave her slow passionate strokes. The sounds of her wet pussy drove me insane.

"It's the truth!" Moni moaned out. I fucked her harder and bent her legs forward over her chest. I loved her flexible she is.

"So, why did you double-cross me then?" I asked.

"I saw an opportunity for power, but we can still work together. Just like how we are working together right now," Moni pushed her body forward and got on top of me. She worked her body while she rode my dick.

"Mmmm... let me enjoy this then," I said. We made eye contact, and she rode slowly, and I slapped her ass to make her speed up.

She sped up by simple request, and I held onto her ass. "You always were good at riding dick," I said.

"I know," she grabbed me by my neck and pulled me into a kiss. Her kisses were always passionate.

I grabbed her by her neck while she worked my dick. She moaned out and grabbed my hand with both of her hands. "Mmm... choke me harder... I love this," Moni requested.

"Be careful about what you ask for," I grabbed the belt next to me. I wrapped it around her neck. I gave her a moment to turn it down if she didn't want it.

"Push my limits... I like this side of you better," Moni said. I pushed her against her back.

"Wrap your legs around daddy's waist so I can cum inside of you," I said.

Moni nodded.

I pounded her tight wet cunt while I watched her. "Mmm... take daddy's dick just like that," I said.

"Yasss..." she cried out. Her moans excited me and made me fuck her faster. This felt so good to be inside of her again. To experience this type of ecstasy with her.

"Yes.. baby I love it when you are whimpering for my dick," I told her.

"I needed this so bad," she said. I pulled on the belt tighter and watched her body rise again. She was just as dark as me. She loved pain so much that it was a pleasure for her.

I watched her with a sick grin on her face. "Yesss!!!" She cried out and came hard on my dick. I continued to work into her and felt my orgasm approaching.

"Fuck, Moni!" I groaned and exploded inside of her. The feeling of release felt so damn good, and I laid on top of her. I unhooked the belt from around her neck.

"Wow," she said.

I laid on top of her and watched her for a moment. I kissed her slowly. "Thank you for everything," I said.

"Goodbye, Seonghwa," Moni said.

She closed her eyes, and I licked my fangs. I bit her viciously on her neck. She gasps, but this time I wasn't going to stop. I am going to drain her completely. The moment was instant, and I didn't hold back.

Quick.

To the point.

I sat back and watched her lifeless body on the bed. I had done exactly what my boss asked me to. I killed the one woman I loved.

I moved from on top of her and sat on the side of the bed. I went over to the end of the bed and swiped my pants. I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

Me: She's dead...

Hongjoong: Good job you will be rewarded for your succession

I went into the kitchen and grabbed the Lillies. I needed to place them on her so that her organization gets the message.

It was a bittersweet moment because she was the best fuck I have ever experienced in my entire life.

Also, the only woman I have ever loved. I went back to the bed, but when I looked over at the bed, she wasn't there.

"Real bitches never die, Seonghwa," Moni said, from behind me. I turned around to see her and when I looked at her. Her eyes were glowing red. So, that's meant one thing.

I just turned my ex-girlfriend into a monster.

"Fuck," I dropped my phone.

#ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez au #kpop fanfic #kpop bg #black kpop stans #kpop smut #kpopidol #dom!idol #vampire fanfiction #paranormal

[makingspiritualityreal]

Emotional Maturity means Letting Go

I was worried for a long time if what I'm about to describe is not me bypassing something emotionally so I hesitated to share it, especially if someone were to take it as advice, which would make me feel responsible. But after days of study I think it's safe to share my impressions as having some degree of accuracy.

Now what I'm about to say is going to sound easier than it was in reality, and it took me so much pain and so many years to get to this point. There is no other way around it, you have to feel it all to understand it inside yourself, truly. Understanding it conceptually without feeling it is not the same thing.

My observations concern the eternal question of all people, who feel like they have been fundamentally hurt at one point or another in life..."Will I be in pain forever?" The answer is no, even if you asking yourself this means you will be in pain for a very long time. It ends at some point.

The healthy resolution to such a process is when you spend these years conscious of how painful situations made you feel and you allow yourself to go through these emotions, then over time it stings less and less...until you notice you have grown so much from the person who has experienced these situations, it no longer feels like anything even if you remember what has taken place.

If any part of you still hurts regarding any pattern in your life, it simply points to unresolved parts of yourself, that others have triggered. Something hurts you not necessarily because you still care so much about that particular person or event, but because this side of you that has been wounded is still dealing with whatever your wound is pointing towards. You can feel like you are obsessing about the way you've been bullied 20 years ago as a 4th grader, but quite simply you have just created a pattern then, that has most probably spilled into your adult relationships also. So this wounded part of you still burns at the 4th grade memory, because this part of you didn't heal the emotional pattern responsible for that event.

It is however completely possible to arrive at a place in your life, where you no longer carry attachment to this particular sequence of events, which gives you a feeling of incredible peace.

To give you an example of how that may look, I will describe my moment of enlightenment, so that you can compare it to yours.

I used to hold a very strong attachment to who, how and in what circumstances "should love me and care for me". It came from a very bad model in my family (they always came from the presumption that caring was an obligation even if it went against one's personal happiness) but also in a way from desperation or loneliness. Naturally, we all need and desire love, and that is something that stays with us fundamentally. We also obviously remember if in some ways we were denied that love in our early upbringing, and early family life is a breeding ground for all sorts of toxic emotional patterns on this planet.

As aware as I am of that fact, and as conscious as I am of the cause consequence chain of the psychological influence my early life had on me, or that it led me to recreating certain patterns in relationships even after my childhood was over, I no longer care. I don't even have time or willingness to be angry or hurt about it. As long as I can have peace and can care for myself, knowing I am doing my best being in the right place, nothing else matters. Long term, these events don't deserve my time and energy anymore, and I don't want to bring them into my life, and since I have made sure I understand them so well, I simply don't have to deal with certain people or situations any longer. The narrow circle of equally narrow minded mistakes I was thrown into since birth has offered me enough wisdom to last a lifetime, and I just don't want to be in this kind of space anymore. I just want to do my best to keep my energy clean, as much as I can. I feel mostly bad for the people on my path, all so twisted, broken and suffering, unable to transcend their own shortcomings, their own lives miserable for it, their lack of inner peace, to the point I don't even want to think of their existence. Grudges come at too high a cost sometimes, and they easily turn into dead weight we're carrying around. When you’re ready, you have the power to place a boundary and decide you no longer want to invite certain energies in without wasting your life on investing in any feelings of latent anger.

#personal #spiritual journey #spiritual awakening #spiritual growth #spiritual development

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

"Crys where have you been?"

Drafting another series pls send help I need to at least finish ONE of them before publishing this one but what the hell have a little snippet

I've also shared a little bit of this [here].

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The ballroom was grand and the music was overwhelming. You'd been passed around like a toy the entire night into the hands of greedy nobles and desperate commoners. But could you blame them? No, you were certain that if you were one of them you too would be grappling at the chance to meet the new "Saintess."

You nearly choked on your water. As soon as the Bishop had explained your responsibilities and abilities you'd felt like you were about to throw up. How did you get in this situation? At least you were able to slink out on to the balcony for some fresh air.

The chatterings of the gala were muted now, and you were on your own.

"Isn't it far too dangerous for the Saintess to be on her own out here?" Someone asked behind you. You turned quickly, the water in your glass threatening to spill out. You looked for a place to set it down. "Don't worry about that, I'm not here to beg of your powers," he says. "Although, do you mind the company?"

"No, I don't mind." For some reason, you couldn't tell him otherwise. He took the spot next to you, the glass of champagne in his hand hanging loosely from his fingers.

"This must be all overwhelming for you, huh?" He asks.

"You have no idea, just yesterday I was working in my brother's flower shop, and suddenly I'm supposed to be this lauded savior, I don't think I can do it," you confided. He hummed.

"Pressure, much?" He chuckles.

"An insane amount... I still think they got the wrong girl," you shook your head. "I just want to get away from it all for a moment, even for a couple of days. You know, they haven't even let me talk to my family," you mumbled.

"That's horrible!"

"Isn't it? You get it, sir," you grumbled. You looked up at the moon, then to him. "I'm (Y/N), by the way." A smile appears on his face.

"Xiao Dejun," he introduces. His eyes narrow toward the brightness of the party. "Shall we return? I'm sure people will worry when they realize the woman of the hour is missing," he offers his hand to you. You felt compelled to take it, and so you did. He presses a light kiss against your knuckle. "My Saintess, I am in your debt," he says smoothly.

"Don't think much on it," you ignored the rising warmth in your face as you allowed him to lead you into the gala.

Maybe you were imagining it, but you could've sworn you felt someone watching you. No, not someone, multiple people. Sure, you were the "woman of the hour" but these felt different. Obsessive, maybe, or perhaps suffocating was the right word. But, for what ever reason, the man who held your hand so gently seemed to be a safe space from those others.

#crys talks #wips #the crystal crown

[baezdylan]

trying to compile all the Amy lyrics in Pretty.Odd....dangerously close to a post.....so far I've got:

Nine In The Afternoon - "Into a place where thoughts can bloom, into a room where it's nine in the afternoon" - Amy's room with the crack being a separate pocket of the universe than the rest of the house, timeless and chaotic

She's A Handsome - The nonsensical imagery is reminiscent of Amy's fairytale madness theme but I can't think of any specific parallels

Do You Know What I'm Seeing - "I know it's mad but if I go to hell, will you come with me, or just leave?" - "You'll be there to the end of me"......or possible the idea that amy following rory to the 50's is comparable to going to hell.....(it's also very 12clara + Orpheus and Eurydice)

That Green Gentleman - "So it seems I'm someone I've never met" Amy changing herself / denying her own wants and needs to fit what people expect of her, "I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her"....that deleted dialogue that suggested 11 didn't want Amy to get married without him ever actually saying it.....

I Have Friends In Holy Spaces - "You remind me of a former love" the people at the wedding reception reminding amy of 11, also the song's sun and moon imagery.....

NORTHERN DOWNPOUR (my dearly beloved) - "diamonds to appear to be, just like broken glass to me" the wedding ring....the hesitation....."the ink is running toward the page, it's chasing off the days" clinging to the past by immortalising it in written word, whether it's healthy or not...also, the song being partly about missing a lover that you're not currently with....I can't not wait for you.....

Pas de Cheval - not very Amy but it's got 11 on an ego trip vibes....

The Piano Knows... - "It grows like fancy flowers, but it grows nowhere" her house and wedding dress, "I can't prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does, perhaps I was born with curiosity" not being able to communicate effectively is very amy, also being born with curiosity is very amy+pandora stuff

BEHIND THE SEA (I love you behind the sea) - "a daydream spills from my corked head" the universe spilling into your head....the dream and the dreamer..."we're all too small / smart to talk to God" Amy calling the dr the voice of god in an act of rejection.... "sprouting suns and ageless daughters" my earlier note about Amy's bedroom being almost timeless + sprouting sun feels very 11. Another note about this song is that the imagery is very reminiscent of Rimbaud and Yeats (specifically The Stolen Child, with it's water imagery)

Folkin' Around (probably my underrated pick, not sure what it is about it) - "allow me to exaggerate a memory or two ... but in time, we all forgot and we all grew" calls to mind a lot of stuff about Amy's 12yrs, her memory of the dr and then her rejection of that memory...I grew up...."your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung" 11 remarking that the people of Starship UK will sing songs about them (about Amy, really) "you've never been more divine in accepting your defeat, and I've never been more scared to be alone" the graveyard scene in TATM...Amy resolute in her decision, but still scared and in pain, 11 begging her not to leave.......

SHE HAD THE WORLD (so so so much stuff, it's THE Amy Pond song) - "she held the world upon a string ... spun the stars on her fingernails ... when I look in her eyes, I just see the sky ... the sun was always in her eyes ... that girl had so much love ... she won the world at a carnival" all of these are SO 11 describing Amy / Amy describing 11, the idea that both of them believes that the other can't have them for various reasons, "I don't love you, I'm just passing the time" I don't love you, I just need people to think I'm normal again, I don't love you, but you love me and that's enough, I don't love you, but I'm sick of waiting for the person I do....Amy/Rory core....."who could love me, I am out of my mind, throwing a line out to sea, to see if I can catch a dream" AMY!!!! Also, I like to read the two vocal sections of this song as a conversation, the verse being someone describing a dreamer that's "fallen in love" with them, and lamenting the tragedy of it, the chorus being the dreamer's response, sort of "she couldn't ever hold me" "I don't love you, I'm just passing the time"

From A Mountain... - Pond Divorce, nuff said, "a storm with the car keys" "wound relentlessly around the words we used to sling"

Mad As Rabbits (kissing the song on the forehead) - Not very Amy, I relate it more to 11, but the Rimbaud ref in the outro, we must reinvent love, feel like Amy would subscribe to that belief

ALL OF THIS!!!!! (more under the cut because I have trouble posting this otherwise *challenges tumblr to a duel*)

I love the idea of Amy’s room being timeless because it’s so true! She can never make peace with anything (Two parts of space and time that should never have touched, pressed together right here in the wall of your bedroom) not only because she grew up in a pocket universe, but because she is the embodiment of a pocket universe… if you place entire realities within her bedroom, the crack in the wall and the bedroom itself function as the inflationary universe and Amy plays the role of the time pocket it produces. But then s5 reverses that by the end and Amy is the inflationary universe... her mind builds realities, 11 becomes a pocket universe she created … to Amy the past, the present and the future aren’t rigidly separated (her curious "can you run away from that?" when 11 mentions running away from the future, in his case River, and says something along the lines of "time is not the boss of me"... imagine how that must sound like to Amy) they exist simultaneously. She is in the eye of the storm and she is the eye of the storm. There’s this omniscient feel to it, you’re there, but you’re not really there… Also how the room doesn’t significantly change in appearance over the course of time, but the significant detail that keeps expending is Amy’s art because she keeps making it, even in a Doctor free universe.

And your eyes are the size of the moon has that specific surrealism vibe that is so Amy… expression of the unconscious world… celestial imagery. Amy!!!!

She's a Handsome Woman is PEAK Rimbaud; mind the literal reference dhrjrjrj (all of it, the entire album is literally parade sauvage) Film the world before it happens can be taken out of context (especially with this album) and assigned to Amy, I feel? Loosely reminiscent of the Weeping Angels and how intertwined Amy's story is with them. Hmph Thoughts Are Being Cooked And Ironed . + the nature of it in that line, the general allusions to the end of the world in this album -> s5 finale, the Silence...

GAHHHHH with Do You Know What I'm Seeing, I also read that as Twelve/Clara initially, but with TATM in mind... sick.

Little deaths in musical beds/song of your sadness :(

I HAVE FRIENDS IN HOLY SPACES!!!!! Literally in my top three... Ok (slightly?) unrelated, but I have Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the Beatles on vinyl (Pretty. Odd. reminds me of that album in sound in general) and this song especially makes me feel the way that record does because it's a second-hand record and there's that thing where the vintage aspect of something doesn't make you feel disconnected at all, but does the exact opposite. Radio my beloved <3 (oh this logic goes for classic lit too, you learn you relate, what cool union)

NORTHERN DOWNPOUR!!!! This album is Amy Pond immortalised... I love the placement of this song because it's such a rich album in an instrumental sense (stereo effect <3) and this one is... so powerful and more acoustic... unraveled words like moths upon old scarves I have a whole thing about Amy's scarf... Eleven and Amy and their signature clothes. I'm dizzy. <3

ELEVEN ON AN EGO TRIP DJDJDJDJDKKDKDKDKKDKDKDKD Legitimately though, Pas de Cheval is his favourite song, I know it because he told me. 🥰 (that emoji's got murder in its features, just to be clear)

I was born with curiosity  Peak Amy Lyric (also yeah... communication issues...) Amy Pond Is Relatable Hours 😔

SHE HAD THE WORLD MY BELOVED (DESTROYER) The sun was always in her eyes, she didn't even see me -> I'm just a madman in a box.... just made her more interesting, I'm sure I didn't ruin her... The song really works best as a  conversation, but I think we need a separate post for that alone sbdjdjdjjdd + the medivial/troubadour sentiment in the music alone... Amy Pond/Joan of Arc thoughts resurfacing once again

spark you heels up against the picket fence i built 👀

Mad as Rabbits is SO Eleven (COME SAVE ME FROM WALKING OFF A WINDOWSILL), but I have so many thoughts on Amy and reinvention of common concepts (hellooooooo Rimbaud) because that's HER. And how she loves everything that provides her with a narrative [her "anybody need me? anybody?" in 5x04 :((((((], but also feels ashamed of feeling that way in the first place. The Big Who could love me, I am out of my mind? vs Wants/Needs vs Doing Things For The Sake Of A Good Story (TM) Amy Conflict...

#💌restless wind inside a letter box💌 #amy pond unrelated media universe #amy pond meets pretty. odd. #thank you for this experience!!!! what an adventure of an album dhdjdjjdjr #didn't touch on the dress because i need a separate post for it hdhdjdjd