#for now heres a snippet cuz it made me laugh

[hwangism143]

𓆩♡𓆪 how skz would propose to you. 𓆩♡𓆪

BANG CHAN

he would invite you over (or sneak, i should say) to the studio for a date cuz you both do this all the time

sometimes, he plays you snippets of songs he's working on, other times, you're just talking the night away while getting some work done

anyways, today he's playing you one of his songs

you're just completely immersed in the music and when it ends the lingering feeling of wanting more is left behind

how could it not? the song was about spending an eternity with you

you're about to turn around and profess your love for chan for the millionth time when you see him

he's on one knee and lets out a choked, "i meant everything in that song. i didn't know what love was before i met you, but you have shown me love and so much more. marry me?"

ofc you say yes (i mean, i would) and just end up falling asleep on his couch

LEE MINHO

you guys go to your favorite cat cafe, and bring the kids (cats?) along with you too

suddenly, soonie comes along with a note stuck to her back - "will you be our parent? i mean, for real?"

you look at minho who's playing with the cats on the other side of the room, confused, but he doesn't see you

(actually, he's blushing like crazy and is too scared to make eye contact lmao)

that is until you walk over to him and give him a nudge

he's beaming at you (this boy istg) and gets down on one knee

"we can't let our kids be a part of a dysfunctional family. they another parent, and they love having you around. actually, no, they love you. and they wanna grow old with you. so. will you, uhm, marry me? their father?"

(pls im giggling at this myself)

SEO CHANGBIN

you guys are out on a date at a fancy restaurant and changbin's acting extra giggly

now mind you, this is seo changbin. extra giggly is far more than what you would imagine

you're finally done eating and slump against your chair when the server brings another plate of food

you look at changbin with a "bro. i'm full." but the bro in question is just looking at you.

you look down at the tray placed in front of you.

"will you marry me?" it says with a ring in the middle?

"be my permanent gym partner?" asks changbin hopefully

and you say yes (bcuz who in their right mind wouldn't ???)

HWANG HYUNJIN

we all know how extra this man is, so when he insists that you two go to the bookshop where you first met, you don't protest

you're scanning the bookshelf, reminiscing about how you both bonded over monet and jane austen at this very shop

then you here a little gasp in front of you

naturally, your first instinct is to turn around and check on hyunjin

and he is down on one knee, a sobbing mess (but still cute, y'know)

"you have, and always will be my muse," he says, "so will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of being your husband?"

he slides the ring onto your finger and pulls you into a hug and you're both crying and laughing and

(i'm sorry this is so cute, goodbye)

HAN JISUNG

you had made up your mind - is jisung wasn't going to propose to you, you would propose to him

(get it, queen or king or gender non-identifying reader!)

and so you're on your rooftop building when he goes "i need to tell you something" and funnily enough, so do you

(i wonder what that's about... hehehe)

after a series of 'you first', 'no you'. jisung admits defeat and slides you over the ring box

wordlessly, you slide over your box

the two of you just start laughing because, idiots in love

and then you squish jisung and start peppering him with kisses

LEE FELIX

it's a beach date!

absolutely perfect, all complete with bokkie's brownies

but felix is acting kinda nervous.

(and by nervous i mean his face is beet red and he's stuttering like crazy)

(what can you say, my boy is in love)

you're eating the last brownie when he says "close you eyes"

you do and you hear some shuffling.

you open your eyes to a sniffling felix propped up on one knee. "can I be your personal brownie chef for the rest of forever?"

who can say no to an offer like that?

KIM SEUNGMIN

you both were coming home from one of your numerous dates

it was the perfect night to be walking outside, but seungmin seemed really shifty

he was NOT enjoying himself

"are you cheating on me?" you ask jokingly

"far from it actually," he retorts, suddenly letting go of your hand.

you turn to find him in the middle of the street with a ring in his hand

"marry me. will you? please? i've had this ring with me for months and i didn't know when to propose but now i know, well like i always knew-"

you promptly shut him up with a kiss and a breathless yes

YANG JEONGIN

nothing was going according to plan for innie. you spent too much time picking an ice cream flavor and he knew that he was spending too much time at this clothing store

but they just got a new collection

and so he waits until you both are done so that he can take you to that really drmamtic fountain in front of the mall and propose to you

but watching you pick out your clothes, he realizes he wants to do this for the rest of forever

so this man promptly plops down on one knee in the middle of a department store and screams, "WILL YOU MARRY ME AND BE MY SHOPPING BUDDY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE? WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"

you just look at him confused holding up a t-shirt, "UH OKAY I'LL MARRY YOU AND WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"

you both are so loud that you nearly get kicked

(later he makes you buy him ice cream because he's a baby who's done a good job and deserves a reward)

#skz headcanons #skz scenarios #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids headcanons #skz au #skz angst #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #skz #lee know #felix #i.n #seungmin #chan #han jisung #changbin #hyunjjn #- via's drabbles <3

[mrsquill]

Love U, Dad

Summary: A little snapshot of Joel & Sarah’s life in 2003, as Joel contemplates the fact his daughter is growing up. This story exists thanks to the amazingly fantastic @perotovar and the gorgeous snippet of dialogue in this post (love you 🤍). Short, as always, but hopefully (!) sweet.

Notes: OUTBREAK FREE! I’ll say it again: the outbreak never happens here! In fact, Sarah lives to be 103 years old, because I said so. Lots of love to the wonderfully lovely people who’ve listened to me scream about this, including @macfrog @vanillacene @bastardmandennis & @swiftispunk 🦋

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood (blink and you’ll miss it). Please let me know if I forgot anything!

Joel woke to knocking on his bedroom door, his daughter’s voice floating through from the other side. “Alarm!” Sarah called, and he groaned, rolling over in his sheets, eyes still squeezed shut.

Physically, he felt like a ton of bricks had been dropped on his back; the only thing to take the edge off being the strong coffee he could grab downstairs. ‘Least it was Friday, he reasoned.

One more day hauling ass on site, then the weekend was his own. Joel was hoping to spend time with Sarah; her soccer season had ended, and he wanted to take her out hiking to their favourite spot.

He always packed the picnic, cut her sandwiches the same way he had for years, picked up their favourite juice.

He was conscious of that; her childhood slipping like sand through his hands. He knew he was getting older, but he often forgot she was, too.

Joel tried to master the constant urge he had to keep her around him at all times; it was his natural instinct, just the two of them growing up together since the day she was born. But everyone loved being around Sarah. His little butterfly.

Her energy infectious; smile radiant, like her mothers. Though, he knew she wasn’t smiling now, as she rapped on his bedroom door again. “Alarm!” she huffed, followed by a quieter, “honestly?!” to herself. Joel grinned; he knew she was rolling her eyes.

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The moody strings of Gold Dust Woman faded away into silence, Joel looking over at his daughter with a smile on his face. He was taking her to school, a routine which was becoming more of a rarity as he took on longer and earlier jobs.

“That’s your favourite, isn’t it?” Sarah asked, grinning. “Sure is. Off of this record, anyway. How ‘bout you?” he questioned her.

Sarah paused in thought for a moment, staring out the window of the truck wistfully.

“It’d have to be Silver Springs for me. Stevie’s emotion in that song is like, haunting”, she decided, “but I do love Oh Daddy, too.” Joel nodded in agreement with her choices. “Knew I raised you right, kiddo,” he chuckled at her insightfulness, wise beyond her years.

“Tomorrow, though, we’re listening to Survivor. The whole thing, back to back,” Sarah grinned toothily. Joel knew his daughter to be Destiny’s Child superfan; posters tacked up all over her walls, CDs stuffed in the truck.

He fondly remembered the days when she’d been younger, her and her friends performing their latest dance routines in their garage over and over again.

One time, they’d even created tickets for him and Tommy, scrawling the date and time in jazzy coloured markers and drawn up chairs from the backyard. The thought made Joel smile.

“Fine. You don’t like Fleetwood Mac?” he asked, faking a frown. “Dad! I just told you two of my favourite songs,” she sighed, exasperated with his jokes.

“Good, ‘cuz you know what happened to your Uncle Tommy,” Joel chuckled. “What d’you mean?” Sarah asked, eyebrows raised. “He said somethin’ about Fleetwood Mac bein’ nothin’ but a bunch of hippies with a tambourine,” Joel sighed whilst his daughter laughed.

“Next thing he knew, I’d changed the locks at home. ‘S why he’s got that fancy new apartment,” Joel winked. She giggled, reaching for her backpack as he drove into the parking lot.

Kids were spilling out of cars all around them; flying past on skateboards and yelling out to their friends. “You got the grocery list?” Sarah asked pointedly, knowing Joel had the habit of forgetting.

“Uhuh,” Joel nodded, retrieving an old birthday card that doubled as his notepad from the glovebox.

“Pancake mix, Tampax, apples, peanut butter and shampoo for me. That right?” he asked, and she nodded, satisfied.

“How’d you feel about a hike this weekend?” Joel added, watching his daughter considering it for a moment. “It’d have to be Sunday,” Sarah murmured, eyes on her sneakers in the footwell as her feet did an awkward dance.

“But soccer’s over for the season-,” Joel began, and Sarah nodded. “I know, it’s not that. I’ve been asked to go to the mall on Saturday. On, like, a date,” she said, examining her fingernails.

“Is that so?” Joel chuckled, and she hit him lightly on the arm. “Dad,” she implored, eyes rolling again.“Well, do I know ‘em?” he said hesitantly, hoping she’d feel comfortable - confident, even - in telling him.

“Yeah,” she smiled wryly, throwing a thumb over her shoulder. “Him.” Joel craned his neck and saw Reece Connors, waving at him enthusiastically, if not a little nervously.

His family lived a few blocks away, and Joel’d remodelled their bathroom a few months previously. Sarah had met him at their place after school sometimes, and he’d quietly noticed the way the young man was hanging off his daughter’s every word.

“That’ll be nice, baby,” he said, watching a grin break over her face, a tidal wave of sweetness. God, she reminded him of her mother so much when she did that. “I guess we’ll see,” Sarah murmured, a little bashfully.

“Do you want to go?” Joel pressed a little, trying to rein his protectiveness in, on alert for any discomfort. “Yeah, I do,” she nodded, “He makes me laugh, and he wants to take me to see that new Disney movie? Pirates of the Caribbean?” she shrugged, and Joel scratched his beard thoughtfully.

“Can’t say I know a damn thing about that one, kid,” he laughed. “Yeah, current movie trivia is not your strong suit. Curtis & Viper 2 tonight, old man?” she asked, moving to kiss him on the cheek in farewell.

“Sounds real good to me,” Joel said, watching her go, floating away.

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Joel wiped the sweat off his brow, back aching after a morning on site.

“Tommy!” he called across the bare bones of the house they were working on. “I’m headin’ out for lunch. Comin’?” he asked, and his brother gave him a thumbs up.

A few moments later and Tommy was in his niece’s seat as they drove in search of food. “Somethin’ on your mind?” he asked his older brother, Joel even more stoic than usual. “Oh, uh, not really. Was just thinkin’ - remember the Connors? The bathroom remodel?” Joel asked.

“Oh, hell yeah. Mrs Connors made the best damned lemonade I’d ever had,” Tommy sighed wistfully, shirt stuck to him with sweat.

“Anyway. I remember their boy bein’ sweet on Sarah, and turns out he’s asked her on a date this weekend,” Joel scrubbed a hand over his face as Tommy grinned.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy chuckled softly. “Seems like yesterday we were teachin’ her how to walk in the backyard,” he said, shaking his head.

“Remember that time she knocked her tooth out, fallin’ off her bike? And you fainted, ‘cuz of the blood?” Tommy was laughing now. “I remember,” Joel said quietly with a smile.

“She’ll be fine, Joel” Tommy clapped an arm to his shoulder. “Although, remember what me and Marissa next door use to get up to? Jeez, I-“ Tommy started, before Joel cut him off loudly.

“We ain’t fuckin’ goin’ there, Tommy,” he warned, his brother holding his hand up in defeat. He turned up the radio; The Temptation’s My Girl oozing softly into the cab as Tommy hummed along.

Joel thought back to his 22-year-old self; his daughter nothing but a button nose and mewling cry in his arms. He’d been so fuckin’ scared.

But they made it; she was fifteen now, and it’d gone so fast. It’s true what they say, Joel reasoned with himself. She’d grown up in the blink of an eye.

He liked to think Sarah would always need him in some way; no longer for scraped knees and bedtime stories, but hopefully one day to pack up boxes and move her into college, or visit her in the city when she inevitably became a lawyer, or a judge.

Joel was conscious of not being too overbearing towards her; the last thing he ever wanted to feel was Sarah’s resentment.

It was hard, playing both mom and dad. He sometimes felt he struck the balance just right, that they were an unbreakable team; other times, he felt like he was drowning in boundaries and hormones.

He shoved his worries aside for later as they pulled up at the Farmer’s Market. Joel reached for his beaten-up old Nokia to shove in his back pocket, and it beeped with a text.

He paused momentarily; telling Tommy to go on ahead, he’d catch up.

It was from Sarah, and it simply read: ‘Love u, Dad.’

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I TOLD y’all I’d make it up to you after last time 🥰 Sarah and Joel live forever! Everybody wins!

#joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel and sarah #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #sarah miller #sarah miller fanfic #sarah miller tlou #sarah miller the last of us #tlou fluff #tommy miller #tommy miller fluff #tlou fic #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #the last of us #the last of us fanfic #the last of us fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #nico parker

[yorshie]

Battered - TMNT snippet

Bayverse leo x GNreader

SFW little blurb cuz I couldn't sleep. It's bascially injured reader, Leo's trying to be a good s/o. Mention of reader not wearing pants but it's the 'injured: had to take one pair off, can't get the other pair on' situation.

Your hip twinged, and you leaned heavily against the tiled wall, panic a sharp lance through your ribs. The floor swayed under your spotty vision.

“Leo?”

He was there in an instant, hand on your arm, the appendage sliding to your back when you didn’t move.

You heard the creak of his gear as he shifted, looked you over, and you fought the nausea in your throat to voice what was wrong.

“I can’t- see.” You blinked, fingers digging into the groove between cold ceramic as the movement only worsened your condition, your heartbeat picking up until it added to the pain in your ribs.

His hand gripped your far elbow, plastron an edge against your side as he moved closer. His other hand slipped over your features, wiping away your hair, tilting your head back to bring your face into view.

“Look at me.” He ordered softly, and you turned to where his voice was, trusting he would keep you upright.

His thumb slid over each eye, and your lids fluttered at the contact, the digit merely a grey smudge amid the darker floating puddles. He lifted one lid, and you felt his breath as he leaned closer, studied the way your eyes reacted to the light.

“Let’s go to Donnie.” He decided, but you wavered, uncertain.

“Leo.” You caught at his hand when he tried to pull you from the wall, your hip giving a painful reminder at the movement. “Leo. I don’t have on any pants.”

He made some small noise at that reminder, hand still curled around your bicep to keep you steady, and you knew from the sway of body heat that he was looking for the spare change of clothes that you were already suppose to be in.

“Got it. Here, lift your leg.” He set your hand back on the wall, stooped to tap your nearest ankle.

You pulled in a whistle of air with a hiss, trying to do as he asked, leaning more against the wall and dipping your torso when your hip refused to bend.

He made another noise, some concerned warble deep in his chest, and you felt his hand curl around the back of your knee before he slowly forced your leg to rise.

You started shaking at the effort, but he tucked your foot into the correct opening quickly, repeated the process with your other leg before you could protest. His knuckles were a rough point of contact as he pulled the sleep shorts quickly up your thighs.

“Alright.” You could feel him fiddling with the draw strings, pulling them tight to keep the too large fabric from falling. “Alright. Pants on.” His arms slid around your waist, pulled you from the wall again. “Let’s go see Don now.”

You hissed out a cry, hobbling in his grip, and you could feel him hesitate, shifting back and forth, concern and worry bleeding out before he could reel the emotions in.

He wanted to carry you. There was no way your battered body would let him. The bruises were settling fast, every joint practically crying out at the prolonged torture of staying upright.

You felt tears start tracking down your face, and the dark grey smudge that was Leo disappeared even more.

“Hold on.” His arms banded across your back, your thighs, pulled you upright against him. Any other time you would have laughed at the image of him carrying you like a fence post through the lair, but every muscle hurt so badly you seized up, stiff in his grip.

Your head arched back automatically, knocked against his jaw, but he didn’t pause. Through the darkness of your vision and the spike of pressure in your veins you could hear him calling frantically for Donnie as he shoved through the Lab’s door.

#my writing snippets #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse tmnt #bayverse leonardo

[findafight]

Hi! Absolutely loved your pjo stranger things post!!!! Do you have any more headcanons about that verse you’d be willing to share? (Especially about Steve ;))

Not headcanons but little snippets just for you, anon <3

Dionysius has never made it anything other than crystal clear that he hates his job. He dislikes teenagers (their ability to throw Bacchanalia aside) and to be surrounded by them and expected to care about their petty squabbles is just...eugh. The boss man really chose a terrible punishment.

But (and somehow there is a but to working with all his godly peers snot nosed brats) he doesn't...mind young children. They are free of inhibition, look at the world in wonder, are unafraid to taste and try mysteries, and are capable of gluttony to rival a gorged king.

Which is how the youngest camper he's ever had has somehow weedled his way into sitting on his lap as he plays pinochle with Chiron. Dionysius slaps his hands, gently, away from the cards, pulls him a bit farther from the table.

"Mr. D," the kid says "are you my dad?"

He splutters, knocks his (depressingly virgin) cocktail all over the table, gets a chuckle from Chiron (the traitor), and has to grip the kid by the waist to ensure he doesn't tumble to the floor. The kid giggles.

"What makes you say that?" He says after he's finished cursing.

Tiny shoulders shrug. "I dunno. Other campers were talking about their parents, and, Uhm." He squirms "They said I don't got one. Like. God-y or not, cuz I didn't run away but I live here all the time. So I thought maybe camp's my home cuz yer my dad?"

Well, shit. How's he, an immortal being who's own father banished him here and can hardly remember being actually mortal let alone a child, supposed to tell a kid that not only did he get dumped in the woods as a baby, and his godly parent hasn't let anyone know who they are, but the weird guy making sure he doesnt die and knows how to read isn't his dad. Whoever his parents are owe Dionysius so much.

"Well. No. I'm not your dad."

He kicks his feet. "But you help take care-a me?"

"Yes. Because you are little."

"They said that's what their normal parents do."

"Well. I'm a god. So."

"But I'm little. And I don't got one." Godsdammit. Now he sounds sad. "They said sometimes kids don't ever get claimed."

Dionysius shifts him so he can look at his face properly.

"Listen, kid. I'm not your dad. I'd tell you if I was your dad. Promise." He can't believe he just said promise. Gods.

"Okay." He says, satisfied, turning back to the table. "Chiron is for sure not my dad, 'cause I'm not a horse."

Dionysius laughs. Yeah. He's got a soft spot for the little ones.

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Steve holds his plate in front of him, cup balancing precariously on top of it. Cindy, the head camper of the Hermes cabin where he's lived ever since he can remember, said they scraped off part of their food as an offering to the gods, and specifically their godly parent. Steve has rotated through all the gods this week, since the older campers decided he's old enough to understand why they do it. He's even offered some to Dionysius, as a thank you even though he knows he's not his dad.

The only god he hasn't yet is Hestia, but he's going to tonight. No one really talks about her, even less than Hera and Artemis, but he figures he can try. Some of the Hunters of Artemis, who visited a while ago, told him about Hestia and how she tended the home fires of the gods. How she got a portion of every burnt offering, even if it wasn't directed to her.

He thinks that she might appreciate something special, so he decides to dedicate his burnt offering to her, and offer what some kids called libations. He'll scrape some food into the fire, and then pour some of his juice over it too. The Hunters told him it was special, so he'll try it. Maybe because she's the goddess of home, she'll know who his parents are.

He steps up, slides half his bun and a pile of mashed potatoes with an asparagus on-top that Cindy helped him divide up before they left the table, into the fire, thinking as loudly as he can for you, Hestia. He places his plate down and picks up his cup, the older kids behind him huffing impatiently. He pours a splash, then a second one because he wasn't sure how much a libation was supposed to be, and thinks again for Hestia and our home as it fizzles to nothing on the bricks of the fire.

Picking up his plate, he smiles to himself. His first week of real offerings is going well, he thinks.

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Once, when Steve was sixteen, the magic goblets of the dinner tables filled up with wine. Or at least his did. He took his cup with him, poured his libation for Hestia, one of the only two gods he felt remotely any respect for, and paused. He poured a second, for Dionysius.

After the meal, he was summoned. Mr. D raised his eyebrows at him when he walked in and clamped his hand on his shoulder. He'd long since stopped being intimidated by the god, probably sometime around being promised that he wasn't his son, but couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Kid. You can't do that."

"Why not?"

Mr. D sighed."because I'm dry for the next century. My old man hates loopholes, alright?"

"Oh. Sorry."

"Alright, get out of here. We had a late arrival, a nervous one. Get her settled in Hermes cabin with your gaggle of misfits." He waved Steve out, but before he got off the porch steps, he called out. "And Steve?" He waited until he turned back around, then shrugged. "Thanks for trying."

Steve grinned.

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There was gonna be a little hint of steddie here but the app keeps crashing so it's not meant to be

#steve harrington #stranger thing #pjo stranger things #finda writes stuff #pjo stranger things au #anonasaurus #findaanswers #stranger things fic

[destinyc1020]

My Movie Review: "Madame Web"

Whew....LAWWWWWDDDD..... Y'all where do I even begin? 😭😭

Y'all.....

Y'ALL........

This movie was SO bad y'all.... Like.... I'm almost in shock at how bad it was lol... 😓

It takes a LOT for me to label a movie just plain BAD, so this is really saying something. It was awful... 😭

Like, you know a movie is bad when you and other people in the audience are laughing at how BAD the film and the acting is lol. 😅🤣 Seriously! My friend and I and a couple sitting beside us were laughing the ENTIRE movie at how bad the acting was.

You guys, the acting was so criiiiiiinge! 🙈 I seriously have not seen acting this bad by an ENTIRE cast EVER lol. It was so bad, I was literally sitting there laughing at the dialog and the delivery. The only people who were decent were Adam Scott, the other side characters, and the three younger girls who were playing teenagers (Sydney Sweeney included). Everyone else sucked wind so bad. I swear, I don't think I've seen a movie where not only the LEAD was doing bad acting, but even the VILLIAN in the film was such a baaad actor, omg. 😭 His voice was so robotic. He was so WOODEN. He sounded like he was just reading his lines. Half the time, I wasn't sure if he was really talking to someone in the room like that lol. His voice sounded so unnatural.

This movie made me appreciate DECENT acting lol. I never realized how just your VOICE and your delivery of your lines can make the entire difference btwn someone who's a good actor, vs someone who's a bad actor. 🥴

Dakota Johnson.... Okay.... I gotta talk about her cuz lol..... 👀 This was actually my FIRST time seeing one of her films, so I went in with an open mind ykwim? But CHILE! That woman cannot act. 😭 At least, not in this film! Half the time, her character was talking out loud to herself. 👀 Her line delivery was so bad, and her voice was so monotone and didn't fit some of the scenes she was in. It was so cringe to the point where the couple of people beside us were LAUGHING at how bad her acting was. 😭 I know Dakota is another NepoBaby, but I thought that surely her acting must be better than this since she's had quite a few lead films under her belt by now. But nope! I was legit shocked by how bad her acting was in this. 🥴

Not only was the acting bad, but the WRITING of this film was horrendous also! Stuff that should have been conveyed by a look, a glance, a facial expression, etc. was all SPOKEN OUT LOUD by Dakota's character Cassie smh.

🤦🏾‍♀️

Like, what on earth kind of writing is that?? I haven't seen writing and editing of a film THIS bad in a very long time.

It took forever for the real action of the film to even begin. It took over an hour and a half to even get to the "meat" of the film, and when you finally get there, it's like: "this was it???" 🥴

Sony Sony Sony!!! What is you doing??? Y'all know I try to defend Sony on here. I have a soft spot for them. But geez.... I'm sorry Sony, I cannot defend this movie lol. 🤦🏾‍♀️

What on earth??

What sucked the most though, is that we didn't even get to see anybody suit up in their costumes/uniforms/suits because we only got snippets of them in the future in costume.

Soooo basically, it really wasn't a "superhero" film to me. Like, it was all this buildup and buildup to NOTHING in the end.

At the end, my friend said that the movie was so bad that she liked it lol. 😅

I'm not going to try to sway anybody's decision....Go see it if you wish. All I know is it was so bad to the point of laughter out loud for me all throughout the movie lol. 😅🤣

You know how some actors OVER-act and it's so cringe?? Yea, it was THAT level bad in some scenes lol. Maybe not on THIS level bad like the film "Showgirls" ROTFL, but it was still pretty bad...

😅🤣

The Pros:

The three "teenage" girls and Adam Scott were probably the best parts of this movie tbh lol

It was so bad, that it was pure comedy for us after a while lol😅

The Cons:

The writing was HORRENDOUS in this film

Dakota's acting and voice was just awful lol

Most of the acting SUCKED in this movie lol

The Villain was awful and sounded like a robot. Most of the time, it sounded like he was literally just reading his lines off of a script rotfl 😅🤣

The editing was horrible also!

We didn't really see the protagonists become "superheroes"

OVERALL SCORE: 3/10

Just plain bad!! I seriously haven't seen a movie THIS bad in a VERY long time. 😩 Thank goodness I have a movie membership and didn't have to pay full price for this, cuz I'd be PISSED! LOL

#my film review #Destiny's Film Reviews #madame web #destiny reviews movies #my movie review #Youtube

[raptorjules]

saw a cowboy as i was leaving work last night. i am not entirely unconvinced that it was your cowboy ghost. you’ve doomed us all.

i would be entirely surprised if this guy followed me all the way across the sea but you know, whats a little Yee-Haunt to end your work night, amiright?

for context i did a panel at a convention recently here telling stories about my experience on the overnight shifts from when i lived in texas, ofc you're bound to run into some cowboy ghosts. so heres a snippet from my little talk about my time working in a restaurant on the late shift.

'cuz see I've had experiences before, when i was younger, at my first hotel job. (yeah i'm old and I've worked in hotels basically my whole life.) I used to work in a hotel restaurant in a swanky Holiday Inn in a my hometown (listen i know there's no such thing as a Swanky Holiday Inn but my boss tried very hard to make it so.) i didn't work the overnights, but i did work the closing shift, so sometimes i would be there past midnight cleaning up. one of my first nights there alone i was cleaning the ice machine, and this thing had a huge metal scoop and a pick. and the cook and i were chatting and laughing about something, and suddenly this ice pick flings itself off the counter so hard it embeds itself in the wall right beside my elbow. needless to say we were shocked. musta slipped right? now my restaurant was above a basement, and in that basement was a bar. i could see the entrance to the bar because one of the walls of my restaurant was made of glass and looked down on the entry. it was all enclosed inside the hotel, nothing was outside. so one day the bar has closed early and i'm looking down in the dark and watching the entrance and i see an old man walk into the bar and im thinking, huh. thats weird cuz i saw Al leave and i know he locked up. so i goes out the side entrance of my restaurant dining area that leads to a staircase that goes right down to the bar, and i go down to see whats up and i look through the glass door and i see a cowboy sitting at the bar. its dark. no ones there, i try the door and its locked. i take out my walkie and i call security. and two seconds before he gets there, i knock on the glass, you know the tune, classic shave and a haircut, and the cowboy looks up. he makes eyecontact with me and he has these blue blue eyes. and he gives me this grin, like he knows what hes up too, knocks twice and i blink and hes gone. someone tells me later a scorned woman murdered her lover there by throwing a knife so hard it embedded him to the wall. to be frank that sounds like a pretty convenient story to scare me, but after that i made sure to talk to the noises i heard around the place at night. just in case.'

next time you see my ol' cowboy with his blue blue eyes and haunting (ha) grin, tell 'em i said hello. and remember to talk to the noises you here when youre alone. you never know.

#rj rambles #ask me stuff #ghost cowboy #ghost stories #the talk was about what influenced my comics #specifically caro and their nightshift adventures #i fee like i should do something more with it so others can see cuz its pretty fun

[hangmanbradshaw]

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

💖 What made you start writing?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

omg you hit me with a challenge, I love it! Okay.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? So many. Throwing in humor is my fave thing, but recently I was re-reading IWTBY and laughing at the scene where Bradley and Jake are spying on Mav and Ice's date like the worst spies in history.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? I do not! I have to have total quiet to write, but I listen to so much music as inspo for when I am writing later. Right now I'm listening to TS as always (current song I'm obsessed with is I Almost Do) and Got Me Started by Troye Sivan thanks to ABY.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? A couple. Started an ABY themed fic a few months ago that I might rework. A witch one. The baseball/football philly one that turned into IWTBY instead.

💖 What made you start writing?

I've always LOVED stories, like annoyingly good at guessing movies/books cuz I love how they're crafted and I just have an eye for it I guess? Anyways I never thought I could write, but my therapist recommended art therapy in some form and I thought, well, I'll try? And I wrote my mummy AU so fast and fell in love with it immediately. Here I am.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

unhappy ending, major character death

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

hehehehhee here you go:

His heart jumped into his throat, but he forced a smirk and said, “Me? I’m not the one torpedo-ing through a damn crowded bar.” He gave the man a long, hard look. He was just as hot as he remembered, maybe even more. He had on some ridiculous jorts and sneakers, and draped over his torso was the ugliest palm tree hawaiian shirt he’d ever seen. He raised an eyebrow as he asked, “What, gotta get to the Hawaii Five-O Convention?”

“Funny.”

“Bloody.”

The guy furrowed his eyebrows and said, “No, I said funny.”

“No.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he gestured at the side of the hawaiian monstrosity where a deep red was spreading. “You’re bleeding. What did you do, get attacked by a shark?”

“Oh.” Brown eyes blinked down at his side like he was just now realizing he was bleeding. He lifted the edge of his shirt up, and Jake tried not to salivate over the sliver of toned abs and happy trail that poked out, instead focusing his attention on the gash on the man’s side, over the cut of his hip. “Well, look at that.”

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

I very intentionally connect my worlds lmao but I realized recently I unintentionally use the phrase 'takes one to know one' in like....most of them lmao.

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

That's the dream, isn't it? Imposter syndrome still says I can't, but hell maybe I should try? Won't know if I don't. (If I could write all day I'd be in literal heaven. It's seriously my fave thing)

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

in little ways. my twister au when they're getting divorced hurt ugh. parts of iwtby or even tree farm when they're broken up.

#ask games #woo that was long sorry! haha

[stillthe1]

9 AND 26. VERSAINZ. I AM VIBRATING OUT OF MY BODY i’ll give you my firstborn

these prompts 🩷🌼🩷

9. “you haven’t changed at all.” + 26. “you used to have feelings for me. admit it.”

just a snippet cuz i'm posting the entire fic on ao3. i'll link it here as it comes out. 🐝🐝🐝

(but the second prompt was a bit ignored. just a bit. love ya.)

The return of Max’s smile melted all the indecision off of Carlos, and he gave him another quick hug before letting go. He still didn’t understand what Max was doing in Spain, of all the places in the world. 

Shouldn’t he be in Saint-Barthélemy, sunbathing with his friends? Shouldn’t he be somewhere else, far away from Carlos’ touch, far away from Carlos’ feelings?

“How are you, C? Charles told me what happened with Isa… I’m so sorry, that must be hard…” Max was looking straight into Carlos’ eyes, and it took all his strength to not pulverize into ashes at the sight of it. Fucking Verstappen, with his pretty eyes, soft words and pretty lips. “You know you can tell me anything, Carlos, I’m here for you, even if we’ve been a bit distant lately, I really care about you.”

Those words were a balm to Carlos’ overworked brain. Max cares about me, Max cares about me, Max cares about me. A mantra that he let go of when he left Red Bull, back when everything felt too much, seeing him laughing around Daniel way too much, enjoying the company of a real Formula One driver, not a rookie like him. 

Back when Carlos felt like he was swallowing fire, every fucking time he saw Max win, or crash, or both. He left it all behind, all the inside jokes, all the nicknames intertwined into their conversations, all the soft looks exchanged between closed doors. He thought it was done, done and dead, gone. But now, seeing Max in front of him, with those beautiful blue eyes that always made Carlos’ feel alive, everything felt too much again.

“Sí, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, really.” He forced a laugh down his scratchy throat, praying that it sounded more believable to Max. “It’s not like I got dumped or anything like that, it just… fizzled. It happens, especially to long relationships, or so Mamá says.”

“You broke up with Isa?” Max lips are open into a perfect o, and Carlos fights the urge to bite them. “Charles said…”

(Charles, Charles, Charles. It was annoying. He wanted Max to himself.)

“What did Charles tell you, piolín? Did he say I got dumped? Or better, that I was crying on my bed?” He rolls his eyes, and waits for the tale that Charles fabricated about him, as he always did.

#versainz #sashiewrites.jpg #snippet

[whyispotatoheadalreadytaken]

Something I wrote in January before the great rage. I shared snippets of thoughts along the way but this was what I had:

One of the hardest parts about not being a part of your life, as it is right now, is Rory. It is one of the deepest wells of grief that I carry. I never imagined that I'd not be a part of your children's lives. Rory is a part of you, and a part of you I'll never know, and that is so painful. I try to imagine what he is like based on your Spotify and snippets that I see. Suppose you'll allow me to be honest without having your brain go 0 to 60 in never sharing anything about him again. If you'll let and sit with me in this moment, a small part of me resents him because he changed everything. It is not fair to put that blame on a child who had nothing to do with anything, and I know that, but sometimes it feels like he's just another boy who stole you from me. Which, as I'm writing, is putting tears in my eyes. I had an outright mental breakdown when I made that connection. It's a tremendous amount of cognitive dissonance that has nothing to do with him; it's me. Hi. I'm the problem. And everything that I messed up. It gets worse when I cycle through my grief or you disappear. It's almost made me go back to therapy several times. It's all of the unresolved feelings I carry and experience. And he brings you so much joy, which is a joy I could never give you, which is also very painful. Please keep sharing, though, as much as you feel comfortable sharing. He makes me smile when I see a little video of him and his cuteness. There was one, and I can't remember which one, that had me laughing so hard I cried. It was related to you asking him to say different words like dada and then asked him to say mama, and he just made the cutest angry face and went NOOOOOOO. It was awesome. Kids are so funny, but I never know what to do with them. I love babies, though once they start toddling, my skills run out. He's the image of you, which can also be painful.

Thoughts I had about lil baby:

The hardest day was honestly the day you told me. Tried to play that cool, but I was kinda angry about it. Not because of the pregnancy, okay, well…maybe a little. But mostly because it was the first thing I saw when I landed in Hawaii on my anniversary. My brain saw it in the airport and went, “Nope.” I was so mad at your timing, which as consistently been a thing to make me angry in the past. I didn’t know at the time that you had just had your first ultrasound that same day, but I still was like, “Bruh, are you for real right now??? Today is my ANNIVERSARY. I just landed in HAWAII. On VACATION. And this is not the first time I’ve been given hard information or something from you while I’m in Hawaii and supposed to be living it up. So, that wasn’t great. I didn’t want to lose you or make you feel bad so I played it cool even though I was pretty upset.

The thing that upsets me the most about new baby is that it solidifies that I will not be around probably ever and it sucks that I have zero control over that. One was just one. It happened. But now two? And I’m also sitting here wondering if new baby was an accident or if that is what you wanted. And if it was what you wanted then that is okay!!!! You’ve always wanted to be a mom and I understand that. But I was left to process this in a very black and white way. Like, maybe Zoë and I should start planning for kids because I can’t just stop my life. That’s now been made very clear to me. I know Zoë wants a kiddo or two before she dies. Another piece of this that I am so very afraid to talk about or ask about is the John piece of it. And I’ll stop there because I really don’t want to say the wrong thing and make you think I’m being judgmental or shitty or something. I just worry about you and I want you to be okay. I know you’ll make this work cuz that’s what you do. You make things work always. You have always been the one to find a way to make it work. I’m just very afraid for a hypothetical day in which you can’t make it work. Not because you haven’t tried or you give up, but because you just can’t make it work. And by it, I mean everything. All of it. “It” isn’t just one thing. I don’t want that to happen, but it is a real concern that I have. And the worst part about that is that I can’t be there to help you and support you. I just have to be like lalalala I have no idea what’s happening!!!!!! I want you to be happy and to find that. I don’t want you to get to the end of your life and say, “Welp! I made it work!” famous last words. I know it isn’t that simple. Don’t worry, I can hear you. But as far as hearing updates about baby and Rory, it doesn’t upset me. I love getting snippets of them but I understand and respect your hesitancy. It isn’t a requirement and I know this is an area we don’t have that connection. I’m not there. I don’t know what’s going on or how all of this has really been for you. I have snippets, but that’s it. Any boundaries you want around that, I respect, and I don’t push. I get it. I still appreciate how generous you’ve been and the concerns you have had around the tone when communicating about this area. It’s very thoughtful. I wasn’t angry or upset. It’s just an added layer of complex grief, you know? One I’ll never stop feeling. It’s just how it is.

Aside from being crazy busy with school, I put breaks on sharing thoughts about kiddos after I shared that I was really scared about the alcohol piece. I dunno. I was sharing as a like “yo I’m scared about this being a thing, but I won't really know until the end of the semester,” so I could hold myself accountable because I didn’t want to become that thing. But when you share something like that, I can sometimes change how people see you, sometimes even unconsciously. Felt weird to share about baby stuff when I had shared what I had shared about myself. I am doing a lot better with that, though. Mattie’s first night with us was May 1st, and then I had a ciderboys on Sunday, like I said yesterday. I’ve been really intentional with the liquor piece, and I’m okay. I just can never ever let that happen again. I can never ever binge drink like that again. Now that school is done, it feels like something has clicked in my brain, which is terrific. I also feel like a person again, so that’s nice. I have been able to feel real joy since graduating, so I hope that’s a good sign that I won’t fall into that again. I won’t put myself in a position to wrestle with it again because there might not be a next time. Either I enact boundaries or become an alcoholic. The latter isn’t an option. Anyway. So, there were layers to my hesitancy in sharing, and I understand that not communicating about that would cause you anxiety, so I apologize for that. Just wanted to follow through after you shared your post.

[gay-salt-amber]

How about a ask based off a mall trip? Weird I know, but I'm craving that 7/11 rn and reading your Valentines Day fic sparked the idea somewhat The prompt basically is everyone in the dorms minus the some are separated during a break and that's not sitting right with everyone so they all set up a plan to take a day in the city! (All while "abducting" Riddle and Idia from their parents home, Floyd says it's not abducting it's saving). They go to the biggest mall in Twisted Wonderland and spend time there, dares were made and they shopped until they can't hold their things that much, but before that they spend some time and watched a film in the movie theater (I see some shippy moments of Kalim holding onto Jamil and Floyd being a smart ass giving him a thumbs up before Riddle or Azul smacks him, also I can't get the image of Trey and Jade behind Riddle who's between Cater and Floyd both getting popcorn and snacks from his lap and he's just RED like O////o "help") and the gang eats in the food court and they all just have a fun ol time.

It has nothing to do with the next gen of my previous ask but ye!

Also, I have a solution of your multishipper heart that I suffer with as well; Mixing

For me I like Riddle x Floyd and I also like Trey x Jade but also like Trey x Riddle and Trey x Cater, so I made them into kind of one big poly ship or wrote them as neighbors

Because of that when I saw Epel x Savanaclaw but also First Years as Poly I was like, "Oh, perfect mixing opportunity!" So, for me at least how I see it up to you, it'd be Epel, Deuce, Sebek, Jack, Leona, and Ruggie as one large relationship. I'd add Ace too but I like KalJamAce so I literally only see-

Ace: "You two are just jealous I'm dating two second years"

Epel: "Bitch we're dating each other, a second year, a third year, AND all our boyfriends can easily kick your boyfriend's asses!"

Nothing to do with that, just wanted to let you know and hope it amuses you. I'm awkward in ask since I'm a sly blob who thinks I'm weird, so hi. Shy blob here and shy blob is gonna start drawing some art based off your helpful headcanons, hope you're having a awesome day. - Raven/Rae (she/they)

So, I already did the first one a little bit but, I will write about the foot court and theater one! This wont be a full fanfic but it'll be snippets since ig that's my thing now! Also im putting Epel x Savanaclaw and Floyd x Cater x Riddle x Che'nya in here cuz this is my blog and I can :/

The film they go see is prolly a comedy, Rook and Vil wanted to go to a romance movie but were outvoted -w-

They over-do the butter on the popcorn but who's complaining? Certainty not them

Ruggie was gonna bring in his own candy but Leona bought him as much as he (and Epel) wanted when they got there... No matter how much Ruggie may have protested

Ruggie has his head on Leona's shoulder the whole time since there's a tall guy infront of them (One of the Leech twins prolly) and can't see the screen otherwise

Rook and Vil would be talking about the filming job and Vil would be like, "Thank goodness I didn't take this movie offer" and the movies worth like 1M with like a bunch of older and richer actors and it weirds everyone else out

So, Kalim cries from laughing very easily so he just has his arms around Jamil while crying-laughing into his shoulder

Riddle def is the one who smacks Floyd for laughing

Che'nya pops up next to Floyd, Riddle and Cater and they all quietly gasped, gave him kisses and hugs then went back to watching the movie with their other bf

Epel is trying so hard to not laugh at the dirty jokes cuz he knows Vil will flick him over the head for it (Rook is trying to hold back too dw) so he goes and sits with Leoruggie and just dies laughing at the next joke

So, Jack is sitting right on Leona's left side and Leona is whispering spoilers to him, bonus is that he's never seen the movie, hes just whispering random shit to him like, "He ends up dating her" or, "They get their head blown off"

During one of the final songs of the movie, Idia hacks into the speakers are Rick Rolls everyone

Floyd, Lilia, Kalim and Cater don't stay for the after credit scene because "We wanna be surprised for the next one!"

When they go to the food court, Che'nya wanted to do the Lady and the Tramp pasta thingy and Riddle goes, "Well how are we gonna do it? We don't have a four-way pasta noodle." And Floyd, being the dirty minded boy he is the second he heard four-way he started dying laughing, the other two joined in and it took Riddle 5 seconds to get it and he turned beat red

Jade and Trey get pastries and Cater films them reviewing them like their fucking Gordan Ramsey

"we drink boba tea to satisfy our ancient & innate urge to slurp up tadpoles from a puddle through a reed"-Ace Trappola 2xxx

They went clothing shopping and Epel and Kalim were trying on some things and asking their partners opinions, only one out of four of them gave any feedback and that was Leona since for some reason he wasn't overly flustered by how pretty Epel looked

Riddle wants help to look more androgynous and the minute that was said Che'nya was ALL over that shit like what did Riddle want? Shoes? Skirts? Pants? Hair stuff? He didn't care if it made Riddle happy so be it

Epel gets nervous when it comes to holding Leona's hand until Leona just sighs and initiates it and says, "If you wanna do it, just fucking do it."

Floyd gets them onto the roof somehow and they go up there and chill despite Riddles protest about it at first

They gave Rook the aux cord on the way back, big mistake

Leona buys them all alcohol afterwards and they all go to the Ramshackle dorm to enjoy themselves for the night

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Ik this is like super short but y'know ;-; also good luck with the fanart im really excited to see it :D -Amber

#jamil x kalim #Riddle x Floyd x Cater x Che'nya #Epel x Savanaclaw #Ask #TWST #gay #headcanons #rookvil #trey x jade

[darkomoth]

Grief and Longing 4/4

TASM!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You and Peter deal with the fallout of your memories resurfacing

Notes: Last part! Thanks for reading, please let me know what you thought

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Angst

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You were twitching in your sleep, Peter noticed. Your eyes moved rapidly beneath your eyelids and your breath was quick. An hour ago, you were fine. Peter watched as you fell asleep with a small smile on your lips, your arms wrapped securely around him, legs tangled with his. Now it wasn’t quite so peaceful and he wasn’t sure whether to wake you up or not. It didn’t matter because in the next few seconds you jerk yourself up in a sweat. The sudden movement made Peter flinch, “Hey, hey, Y/N are you okay?” He asks, more than a little concerned now.

You feel Peter’s hand on your back and hear his worried voice, but all you can do is try to catch your breath. Your head was dizzy and your heart was beating fast. “Yeah…” You breath out shakily. “Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” You glance at him and you can tell he doesn’t believe you.

“What was that?” Peter asks. “Did you have a nightmare, cuz you know I get those too and I know it can be stressful-”

“No, n-not really. I think it was a… memory?” You say, mostly to yourself. “It was of you.”

Peter understood, then. “Oh… What was it about?” He sat up with you now, a comforting hand rubbing small circles into your lower back.

You shake your head, trying your hardest to form it into words. “We were at school. I think we were dating cuz you held my hand, led me up to the roof, kissed me.”

Peter was starting to feel a little jealous of himself. Which, granted, is ridiculous, but that didn’t stop him. “And then?”

“Umm, nothing, I just woke up. That wasn’t really you… was it?” You asked, facing Peter now. You scooted closer to him, your hand reaching towards his. “I mean, it was. It was you just not this you.”

“Yeah, it seems you might be getting pieces of your memory back.” Peter said barely above a whisper, his lips brushing against your cheek. You could only nod back happily. “We must be doing something right, then.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Apparently…” The two of you were slowly leaning into each other. Peter pulled his hand from yours so that he could cup it around your jaw gently. You let yourself get pulled towards him, his lips finding yours instantly. It was slow and sweet and you wanted to melt into this moment, become one with it. The smell of Peter’s cologne wrapped around you and your mind was blank, the only thought in your head was that of the boy in your arms.

“You know,” Peter says when you finally manage to pull away, “you are so beautiful.” He’s looking at you so sweetly it makes your heart ache.

Heat rises in your cheeks and all you can do in response is mumble a “thank you” and kiss him again.

-

Days passed by quickly after that. Soon weeks had gone by. Peter was able to set up an interview for you at the Bugle which went well. Now you actually had an income, a little stability besides Peter that made you feel like maybe this could work.

The two of you working together as Spider-Man and Spider-Woman was amazing. The paper you both worked for now didn’t feel the same way though. They called you a menace and a vigilante with no morals. It was very similar to what you experienced back home, except now you actually had some back up. No major threats popped up for a while, making it actually manageable to start living your new life.

The dreams of your Peter increased. At first, it was just here and there that you’d get a snippet of your life with him. You’d see him in a kitchen with a woman whom he called Aunt May or him sticking to the ceiling of your bedroom after just discovering his new-found power, lots of little things like that. But soon they become full-fledged memories.

You’d dreamt of your first encounter with Peter in elementary school. He was being chased by some other kids so you stuck your foot out and tripped one of them. The others all crowded around, making sure he was okay, but you went to Peter and introduced yourself. “I’m Y/N.” You said, hand sticking out for the boy to grab. He gave you a big, toothy grin and shook your hand fast, “Peter.” You two were practically inseparable from that point on.

You dreamt of the secret handshake the two of you created, one boring day in the middle of Spanish class. “No! You messed it up again, Parker.” You said, feigning annoyance that quickly turned to laughter.

“Well if you hadn’t made this so complicated…” He said with a roll of his eyes. You smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

“It’s like 3 steps, pull yourself together.”

The dreams started seeping into the daytime and you were starting to remember things while awake. Sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of your Peter while in mid-conversation with this Peter. It boggled your mind just how similar they were. Nearly indistinguishable. The only real difference being that this Peter was alive. He’d smile at you and you’d get a flashback of being back home, sixteen years old, lying on your bed doing homework while Peter tried to distract you.

One morning while you and Peter were eating breakfast, a memory hit you so hard that you felt physically nauseous. Leaning on the counter for support, you could hear a muffled worried voice asking if you were okay in the background. You couldn’t pay attention enough to answer, not after what just came back to you.

It was Peter, fully dressed in his Spider-Man attire. But he wasn’t swinging around, cracking jokes like you were used to. His mask was removed, blood was gushing from his nose, one of his eyes was swollen shut. There was the Green Goblin, Harry Osborn, gripping his neck and saying something to him that you couldn’t hear because you were too far away. You were half-hanging over the side of a bridge, holding onto your web for dear life because on the other end of it was a busload of children. They were screaming and your muscles tensed in protest as you pulled with all your strength. Your eyes flicked between the kids whose lives depended on you and Peter. He looked pale, half-dead. Dread rippled through you when your eyes met his for the briefest of seconds before he started falling.

“Peter!” You screamed, but stayed completely still. Your feet were glued to the ground while you watched your best friend and love of your life hurdle towards the concrete. All you could do was scream. Pulling harder than you could’ve imagined yourself capable, the bus was slowly being lifted back on stable ground. The people around you stood in awe as you tugged one last time, all of the wheels now touching the bridge. Kids trampled over one another in an attempt to leave the vehicle, most crying, others in shock. The second they were all out, you took off.

Your feet hit the pavement with unbelievable speed before you swung yourself the rest of the way towards Peter. You stopped in front of his body, too afraid to make another move for a solid ten seconds. A chill settled deep in your bones.

“Peter?” You whispered. Kneeling down next to him now, you placed a shaking hand on his shoulder and shook it lightly. “Peter, it’s time to get up.” He was still. Eyes closed, not even a twitch of muscle to indicate life. “Peter!” You broke, finally. Sobs wracked your body as your hands caressed his face. You repeated his name over and over mixed in with bouts of “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…”

Time was at a stand-still and you couldn’t find your breath. You felt hands on your shoulders and someone calling your name. “Y/N! Y/N! Hey, answer me please, you’re really starting to freak me out, here.”

You blinked slowly, coming back to yourself. Your vision refocused and there, like a miracle, was Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pulled down in a devastating frown, but he was alive.

“Peter?” His name came out as a sob. You fell into him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. He rocked you both gently, shushing you and running his fingers through your hair.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He said, trying his best to comfort you. Peter didn’t know exactly what had just happened, but he could fathom a guess. He was aware of your returning memories and tried his best to be there for you through it, but none of them have affected you like this. None of them had you hyperventilating and shaking like you were doing now in his arms. His heart broke, knowing the only thing that could have made you react in such a way. It was the same for him when Gwen died in his arms. The night terrors ate away at him for months.

“Why…” You mumbled into Peter’s neck. Your crying had subsided for the most part, but you still felt dizzy and a little bit numb.

“Hm?” Peter hummed in response.

“Why didn’t you t-tell me?” You asked, voice hoarse and laced with sadness.

“Tell you what, sweetheart?”

You pulled away from him then so you could look into his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me that it was my fault he died?”

Peter sighed heavily. He knew this was coming and he wasn't looking forward to it at all. “You know why.” You shook your head and opened your mouth to say something else, but Peter cut you off before you had the chance. “It wasn’t your fault. We’ve talked about this before, back in the other universe. Being the cause of someone’s death and not being able to save someone are two very, very, different things.” He said as gently as he could, his hands cupping your face while you looked at him with disbelief.

You shook your head again and reached your hands around his wrists to push them away, not being able to handle his touch right now. “You lied to me. I thought- I don’t know what I thought…”

“Hey, I never lied to you, okay? I swear that wasn’t what I was trying to do-”

“Lying and not telling the full truth is the same thing.”

Peter looked at you with such sad eyes that you had to break away. You bit your lip and thought of what to say. What could be said? You know the full story now. Your life with Peter, how beautiful and generous and good he was. How the two of you fell in love. How you were too weak to save him. How could you even allow yourself to be happy after what you’d done?

Peter interrupted your thoughts by slipping his hand into yours once again and pulling you slowly towards the couch. He sat you down and went into the kitchen where he grabbed a glass and filled it up with water. When he returned, your eyes were still downcast, unable to look at him. His chest aches at the thought of you remaining this way. So guilt-ridden and broken that you wouldn't be able to stand the sight of him. Peter sits down next to you, handing you the glass. You sip on it slowly, unsure where to go from here.

“He was so close.” You say after a couple minutes. “I mean, he was right there. I could’ve gotten to him… but there were kids.”

Peter’s listening, trying his best to give you space, but wanting nothing more than to pull you into his side and keep you there. His hands twitched at his sides as he watched you.

“I had a decision to make and I made it.” You sound far away and simultaneously devastated. “Now I’ll have to live with that decision for the rest of my life.���

Peter’s eyes sting with unshed tears as he listens. Tentatively, he reaches out a hand towards yours. You don’t pull away which is a good sign, he thinks. He grabs it and then gives it a firm squeeze before he says, “Not alone, you don’t.”

You look up at him now. Peter feels like he can breathe again when your eyes finally make contact. “I don’t know what I would have done without you,” you admit. “I never would have remembered… I would’ve just gone home with no idea of what I lost… These past few weeks have been the best of my life.”

“For me too,” He says honestly, cracking the smallest of smiles. “I-” Peter chokes on his words. This isn’t something he’s said to anyone. Not since Gwen. But time has passed since then. He rediscovered those feelings he once thought he’d never get to experience again. Joy, comfort, and… “I love you.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. Your heart beats loudly in your chest as you struggle with your words, “You… you love me.” It wasn’t a question, Peter knew, but he still nodded. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t anxious about your response, but it was all put to ease when he saw the edges of your lips turn up in a brilliant smile. “I’m in love with you, Peter Parker. I’ve literally never not been in love with you.”

Peter smiles wide, pulling you close so that his mouth could reach yours. He kissed you with more passion than you thought possible. It made your head dizzy in a good way.

“I promise I’ll never lie to you again.” Peter says between ragged breaths, his forehead resting on yours.

“I understand why you did it.” You say. “But if you do it again, I will web you to the ceiling and leave you there.”

Peter laughs, throwing his head back. “I would expect nothing less.”

The rest of the day is filled with long conversations and tender kisses. The two of you stay on the couch, holding one another and whispering sweet nothings until the sun lowers in the sky. Eventually, Peter and you drift off, covered in a warm blanket, limbs tangled together with the comfort of knowing you were both safe, in the arms of the person you loved.

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[littlemisspascal]

Death and an Angel part 14.5

Death!Din x Cupid F!Reader

Summary:  And it’s unbelievable, truly, that he’s found someone who makes him feel as though he’s flying and falling simultaneously. 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,701

Warnings: angst, dialogue heavy, language, angst, Violence, plot plot plot, did I mention angst? Cuz it’s here

Author Note: Texas weather is no laughing matter and never have I hated snow more than these last few days. This is definitely more of a transition segment so I wrote shorter snippets as a result, but there is some serious plot development nevertheless. The response to last chapter was so amazing I can’t thank everyone enough for all the love and support 💖💖💖

Links to Part 1 and Part 14 and Part 15

Cross-posted on AO3.

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Ahsoka hijacks the Razor Crest as soon as Din teleports her aboard the ship. She pushes Din out of the cockpit, refusing to let him so much as glimpse the coordinates of the destination she inputs into the nav computer. The Oracle hadn’t been kidding when she said she didn’t trust him going alone to rescue his soulmate.

Bo-Katan hadn’t been phased by Ahsoka’s arrival, adapting to her presence with the same ease as a duck to water. However, Din couldn’t help noticing the moment her mask of cool indifference slipped when Ahsoka asked the reaper to stay in the cockpit with her, claiming they had important matters to discuss. 

Din climbs down the ladder into the hull, recognizing that the conversation about to ensue is not one he needs to be involved in. Fingers twitching restlessly, he commits himself to checking each of the weapons in his armory, sharpening his vibroblades and loading a set of whistling birds into his vambrace. He’d made a promise to Ahsoka against killing Moff Gideon, but he’d made no vow against scarring the Seraph beyond recognition.

When Din’s finished with him, Gideon will be a warning to the rest of the galaxy what happens if you steal from Death. 

He stills at the thrum of satisfaction that runs through his body at the thought of pressing Gideon’s eyeballs out with his thumbs. The darkness within him has grown stronger since he killed Hess and it’s becoming an increasingly harder challenge denying its craving for bloodshed. If not for Ahsoka’s intervention, he would have reaped Xi’an’s soul, breaking another sacred rule. He should feel grateful, but the darkness expresses annoyance instead, upset to have been denied its kill. 

There is a thought that has been plaguing the back of his mind, shackled in the same corner as his other doubts and regrets. He once had iron control over his powers and emotions, but now he’s holding onto his human façade by a mere thread. So slowly he hadn’t even been aware it was happening, his darkness has usurped his morality. 

He’s meant to be a neutral entity, but when he looks at his reflection in the fresher mirror all he sees is a weapon. 

Obsidian orbs have replaced brown eyes. Flawless tan skin has become dissected by lines of ink that once were blue veins. 

Darkness is corrupting him from the inside out, making him a slave to the power he once mastered.

And he doesn’t have a fucking clue how to stop it. 

~~

Bo-Katan joins him in the hull an hour later. She doesn’t say anything , just leans against the wall across from him, and Din continues cleaning the barrel of his amban rifle as if he doesn’t see her. 

The silence isn’t tense or uncomfortable, but he feels her gaze trying to penetrate his helmet. He knows the reaper well-enough to tell there is a question on her mind, but her hesitance to voice it unsettles him. Bo-Katan rarely holds her tongue around him, preferring blunt honesty over sugarcoating, which means whatever is on her mind must be serious. 

He bites back a sigh when she starts restlessly shifting in place and pauses his task. “Ahsoka told you,” he says at last.

“That Moff Gideon fucked with our lives?” Bo-Katan snorts humorlessly. “Yeah, she showed me everything.”

“I’m sorry about your sister.”

“Me too. But it’s...good not being in the dark anymore. I needed to hear the truth,” she replies stoically, but the pointless adjustment of her headband betrays her internal strife. There is a moment of pause before she looks at him again. “I heard about your promise,” she says, and it’s not really a question, except that it is.

Din’s fingers tighten around the rifle. “Did she make you swear the same one?”

“No.” Bo-Katan shakes her head. “No, she didn’t.”

He’s not surprised by the answer. He actually thinks he should have expected it, considering the universe has always held him to a stricter standard than other entities. 

“Ahsoka made it clear to me that this is something between you, Gideon, and your angel alone. I cannot interfere just like you cannot kill him.”

There is bitter resignation in her tone. He recognizes it because he felt the same when he made his promise to Ahsoka. No one likes being told no when they want something. But this—knowing with absolute certainty Gideon is the one responsible for hurting their loved ones and being told you can’t do anything to avenge them? This is the kind of pain that will linger for years to come as an ache in their bones and a scar over their hearts.

It isn’t fair. But Din’s lived long enough to know the universe never intended life to be that way.

“Can I ask you a favor?” Bo-Katan asks, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He blinks at her, realizing this is the question she’d been withholding since she came down the ladder. Never has she asked him a request before. “What is it?”

“You must separate Gideon from the Darksaber,” she answers, expression one of absolute seriousness. “The Armorer warned my people if the Lightsaber was ever mishandled, it would turn against the wielder by transforming into the Darksaber. Instead of empowering you, it deceives you. Fills your head with delusions until you lose your grip on reality entirely.”

“And you want to spare Gideon’s sanity?” Din asks slowly.

“Of course not. The son of a bitch deserves to be punished for his crimes. Even if I did want to,” her lips curl into a snarl at the thought, “there’s no way of undoing the damage done to his mind. What I want is for the weapon to be returned to the Armorer. She’s the only one who can properly dispose of it.”

“Right,” he agrees quietly. Anything that comes out of the Armorer’s forge is built to last the length of eternity. He could toss the Darksaber into the center of a sun and it’d remain whole and unaffected, waiting to twist the mind of the next wielder. Nodding his head, he assures her, “I’ll take care of it, even if I have to cut off his hands.”

“Good.”

~~

Din paces the length of the hull, each thud of his boots making contact with the metal floor blends with the low hum of the engines. Usually he’d ignore the creaks and groans of his home, but the metallic symphony is the only thing capable of drowning out the thoughts in his head urging him to storm the cockpit and retake control from Ahsoka.

“Pacing isn’t going to make us arrive any quicker,” Bo-Katan tells him, not even bothering to open her eyes as she lounges atop one of his storage crates. “Ahsoka said it will be another hour at least.”

He has a retort ready on his tongue when a voice calls out his name from somewhere beyond the Razor Crest.

“Din!”

Din freezes in place as unexpected, heart-wrenching hope slices through his chest. He knows that voice. It’s his favorite in all the galaxy.

“Death?” Bo-Katan asks, concerned by his stillness. “What’s wrong?”

He tentatively reaches out towards the bond, giving it the slightest of tugs. When he feels the distant flicker of a reaction on the other end from his angel he nearly forgets how to breathe.

“The bond,” he murmurs, voice thick with awe and relief. “I can feel it again.”

Longing fills his chest where the hollowness used to reside now that the invisible block separating them is gone. It wraps around his heart, squeezing so tightly he nearly falls to his knees. Din pulls at the bond again on impulse, possessed by the all-consuming need to see her, to have her at his side where she’ll be safe.

The bond protests the harsh treatment, too weak to physically bring them together across the vast distance separating them. He snarls a curse under his breath, hating being helpless to protect her. It’s unfair, he finds himself thinking for a second time. Unfair how it hurts more now being able to feel her presence compared to when he couldn’t at all.

A paper airplane flickers into existence on the horizon of his mind, flying straight into his hand when he reaches out for it. I can’t leave this place. Not yet, the note says. The words themselves are unsettling, but it’s the strength of the emotions she’s attached that has him reeling with shock. For one crazy, electrifying moment he thinks he’s passed onto the afterlife. 

Another note arrives. I miss you, Din. I want to see you so much it hurts. And it’s unbelievable, truly, that he’s found someone who makes him feel as though he’s flying and falling simultaneously. 

As he sends a message of his own, never has he been more certain that if anyone can put an end to the darkness inside of him—it’s her.

~~

“The Moff is an expert when it comes to defensive warding,” Ahsoka says as the three of them stand looking up at a canyon wall that extends in either direction as far as their eyes can see. “But even he can’t hide from my sight.”

Din scuffs at the salt-covered ground with his boot, still coming to terms with the fact all this time Gideon’s been hiding out on Crait of all planets. As much as he wants to believe Ahsoka’s right, his powers can’t detect even the barest hint of the Seraph’s presence.  

Bo-Katan’s eyebrows arch with skepticism. “You’re sure this is the right place? It’s kind of remote.”

“Perfect for building an army,” Ahsoka replies without missing a beat.

Din exchanges a look with his reaper, realizing this is the first time either of them are hearing about this. 

“Gideon has an army?” he asks. “Who—”

“Mercenaries,” she interrupts, turning around to face them. Her blue eyes are distant and cloudy, entranced by a vision. “When I break the warding, all but one will meet the end of their mortal lives attempting to overpower us.”

“All but one? I don’t think so.” Bo-Katan rests her hands deliberately on her blaster pistols. “Anyone who works for Gideon is an enemy in my book.”

“Migs Mayfeld is not to be harmed.” There is steel in Ahsoka’s voice as she blinks back into the present moment.

Din nudges Bo-Katan with his arm when it looks like she wants to continue arguing. The reaper huffs a quiet breath of annoyance, but eventually jerks her head in the tiniest nod of compliance. 

Ahsoka grabs her twin sabers from her belt and ignites their blue blades. She handles her weapons with deadly grace, altering her appearance from peaceful Oracle to fierce and cunning warrior. Turning back to the canyon wall, her gaze trails over the red-brown rocks only to pause and narrow at seemingly random points.

Bo-Katan tries and fails to follow her line of vision. “What are you—”

The Oracle leaps into the air with surprising agility, lashing out with her sabers against the rock. Blinding light bursts forth from the point of collision followed by a flickering glimpse of a gigantic metal door. 

“—looking at,” Bo-Katan finishes quietly, watching Ahsoka swing herself higher to attack another portion of the canyon wall where the next segment of warding is hidden. 

There is something undeniably satisfying about seeing the door materialize as the wardings cloaking it are destroyed. Every precise strike of Ahsoka’s sabers brings Din one step closer to reuniting with his soulmate.

As if spurred by the mere thought of her, fear ripples across the bond like a gust of icy wind, stopping his heart cold. His angel is terrified. Din reaches out as far as the bond will allow in its fragile state, trying to get her attention by pulling at it and shouting her name, but none of his attempts breach the storm of panic. 

“She needs me,” he mutters to himself, stepping forward with clenched fists. His vision narrows until all he can see is the door in front of him, an obstacle that must be dealt with. “She needs my help.”

“Wait,” Bo-Katan calls out, but her voice sounds as if it’s coming from thousands of miles away. “Ahsoka isn’t finished with the warding yet!”

If he were capable of rational thought in that moment, he would have heeded her warning. As it is, he summons his power into the palm of his hand, the darkness inside of him crowing in wicked delight. He winds his arm back, preparing to slam his fist against the door, only for a whipcord to wrap around his wrist with an audible zip. 

He’s pulled backwards onto the ground, breath knocked from his lungs as he lands with a heavy thud. Bo-Katan appears not a second later and pins him in place by straddling his waist. The darkness is demanding he push her aside, knowing with absolute certainty the reaper is no match against him, and it takes all his strength to wrestle the urge under control. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” She glares at him, eyes resembling green flames eager to incinerate him.

“I—” he rasps, breathing heavily. His hand starts trembling, a burning itch under his skin. “I can feel her fear. She needs me.”

Bo-Katan blows out a long, frustrated breath. “Well, shit.” She jostles him then, forcing his head to momentarily clear as his helmet smacks the ground. “Look, soulmates are soulmates for a reason, right? I heard it’s like being two halves of the same whole. So if your soulmate is anything like you, she’s not going to give up without a fight. You have to trust she can take care of herself right now. That she’ll be fine.”

Din bristles. Trust is not the issue here. There is no one he trusts more than his angel—not Bo-Katan, not Ahsoka, not even Kuiil. The issue is he’s being asked to deny the instinct to shield her from danger which is woven into every cell of his being.

“She’ll be fine.” The words come out sounding sharp around the edges, cutting his tongue like shrapnel. “Everything will be fine.”

Bo-Katan disconnects the whipcord and rises to full height, apparently satisfied by his agreement. Din pushes himself onto his feet at a slower pace, his hand still shaking as if it's electric. He looks down at it, noticing for the first time the flesh is gone, replaced entirely by shadow. His expression tightens as he observes the change, realizing the black tendrils are slowly creeping up towards his wrist. 

An alarm rings out, reverberating off the canyon walls like an explosion. Din’s gaze snaps up just as Ahsoka lands on the ground in a defensive crouch. Now that it's been fully unveiled, the door bears a striking resemblance to ones he’s seen at military fortresses across the galaxy, ridiculously massive to intimidate enemies and impenetrable from outside attacks. It makes sense, he thinks with a scoff, someone as power-hungry as Gideon claiming an abandoned base as their lair. Without the wardings, Din is able to detect the massive number of souls gathering on the other side, resembling vermin crawling over one another in their haste to arm themselves. 

He searches for his angel’s soul, even just a glimpse of her bright light, only for his powers to instead encounter a massive cloud of dark, negatively-charged energy within a distant corner of the underground tunnel system. It fills an entire room, prohibiting him from sensing if anyone is inside. There is something strangely familiar about the energy, like he’s encountered its essence before, but he can’t recall the specifics of when or where. 

“It’s time.” 

Ahsoka’s voice reels his focus back to his physical surroundings. He notices the way her grip on her sabers tightens in anticipation and out of the corner of his eye Bo-Katan withdraws her blasters from their holsters.

The bottom of the door begins to raise with an earsplitting groan, but the mercenaries only wait the minimum amount of time it takes to pass under without hitting their heads to start charging forward. 

Every mortal has a beginning and an end just like everything else in the galaxy. These mercenaries are no exceptions, having long sealed their fates when they agreed to accept Gideon’s payment. So when Din’s shadowy hand phases through a man’s chest and tears his heart out of its cavity, staining the white salt under their feet crimson as blood bursts from the vacant hole, Din tells himself he’s simply fulfilling destiny. 

He repeats it when he discharges an assault of whistling birds, each one puncturing the throats of each target they encounter with a shrill warcry. And also when he rips a devaronian’s horn out of his head, a fragment of skull and bits of brain matter still gruesomely attached. 

Again and again, with each permanently silenced voice and every shattered fragile bone, destiny is fulfilled. 

~~

Din would be lying if he said he’s never wondered what it would be like to die. To pass on from this world into a new realm for him to explore. He’s imagined the idyllic afterlife mortals have written poems and novels about, describing it as a blissful safe haven where sorrow and tragedy have no definition because they do not exist. He’s familiar with their opinions of damnation’s appearance, too, as an infernal place of fire and brimstone and screaming.

They were wrong about that.

Damnation is not a distant hell. It is found in an underground lair on Crait. 

Instead of flames and sulfur, a Cupid’s blood is split and a soulmate bond is snapped in half. 

Instead of screaming, a madman laughs.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Gideon says through his chuckles, hauling himself onto his feet. His voice is an abrasive rasp, as if he’s shredded his vocal cords by screaming. “I’ve had to be patient, wait to find your weakness so I could catch your attention. It’s a shame, really, she had to be the one you fell for. She was quite the little spitfire.”

Din stares at his soulmate’s motionless body, frozen in place. Please, he pulls at his severed half of the bond, resolutely ignoring how cold it feels. Open your eyes, angel. Don’t leave me. Please.

There is no response. Just heartbreaking silence.

“I sense your anger, your hurt, and grief. Those are mortal emotions.” The Seraph grimaces in disgust, then lets out a low hiss when he agitates the wounds on his face. “By living amongst their kind you’ve forgotten your true potential. You are not their equal, Death. You are their superior. Immortals are meant to be better than them. To rule over every aspect of their pitiful lives.”

“I don’t want to rule anyone,” Din says, dragging his eyes away from his angel to glare at Gideon. Both his hands begin to shake as his mind plunges into a gaping abyss of remorse and despair. “I just want a life with her.”

“Even dead, she continues to blind you.”

Din snarls viciously in response. His control is pushed closer to the brink, holding on by mere fingertips, and darkness engulfs the entire room as a result. 

The glow of the Darksaber persists, reflecting off his beskar and Gideon’s armor. It reminds him of moonlight, and he thinks for all that Bo-Katan warned him about the weapon’s sinful qualities, she did not mention its beauty. Even Ahsoka’s vision had failed to truly capture its radiance, just as a holovid can never compete with a face-to-face conversation. 

His powers are drawn to the Darksaber. The energy it emits matches the one encountered earlier when searching the tunnels for his angel’s aura. This close, there is no ignoring its familiarity, not when his brain feels seconds away from exploding. 

“I used to believe love conquers all,” Gideon prattles on, seemingly oblivious to Din’s torment. “I chose it as the Cupid motto because I thought there was nothing mortals cared more about than the health and happiness of their loved ones. Only after our fateful encounter did the Lightsaber reveal to me the truth.”

Lightsaber? Din’s head jerks up to stare at him, biting back a wince when the throbbing in the back of his mind intensifies at the movement. Does Gideon not realize the weapon has transformed? 

By connecting Ahsoka’s claim that Gideon didn’t fully understand the consequence of corrupting the Lightsaber with Bo-Katan’s explanation that the Darksaber deceives its wielder, the answer is an obvious one: he doesn’t.

Gideon mistakes Din’s confusion for interest and his lips slowly curl into a smile. “Mors aeterna. It means—”

“Death is eternal.” The translation slips unbiddenly from Din’s lips before he even realizes his mouth has opened.

“There is no one more feared or respected than you. But for what reason? What have you done to earn your reputation?” Gideon demands, spit flying as his anger flares. “You are no more than the universe’s favorite puppet. Mindlessly obedient to its every demand.” 

Hearing the truth always hurts, but hearing it from Gideon is especially torturous. Din’s creed to the universe has dictated his actions the entirety of his existence. He never fought against its orders, never thought of his own desires as more important than what it wanted.

Until he matched with his soulmate. She changed his priorities and shifted the center of his entire world by revealing to him even Death could experience love. 

There had been no hesitation when he broke his creed for her.

And he doesn’t hesitate breaking Ahsoka’s promise now.

“I just murdered your soulmate right in front of you and you do nothing. Did you ever love her at all?”

“I do.”

Din summons every trace of power and darkness he possesses and combines them together within his core—a volatile, pulsating mass of pure chaos. His beskar armor starts to crack and chip away, unable to withstand the increasing pressure. 

He thinks of his angel’s smiling face, the sound of her laughter, how bright her soul shines, and he thinks all those things are gone now. Not even a chance to say goodbye.

“More than anything.”

And Death lets go.

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[blushie14]

Sleepy Muffin [Skephalo]

Bad needs more sleep nuff said >:v

It is now eleven o’clock at night. Darryl stares at his computer screen for a while until he sighs a bit in frustration. He's got a lot of work done, except for a video that he's been planning to upload today. 

Hours of editing was spent, but unfortunately Darryl has been unlucky lately. The editing software has been acting up and he would sometimes lose a little bit of progress. He was truly exhausted and it was getting harder to focus, but he wanted to get this video out asap. 

Maybe he should take another coffee break. 

He got up and walked out of his room. As he went into the kitchen, Zak was also there eating leftover take out and scrolling through twitter. "Oh hey! How's the video coming along?" 

Darryl grabbed a mug while waiting for the coffee to brew. "Ah, well… it's coming along. Hopefully, I won't lose my progress again though." 

Zak nodded but also had a look of slight concern. "Uhhh dude? Isn't that like your third cup of coffee?"

Darryl stayed silent holding the empty coffee mug, staring blankly at the wall.

"Darryl?... Darryl… Darryl!" 

"H-Huh? Sorry what? I-I blanked out for a moment!" He poured the coffee in his mug and started to drink.

"Jesus Christ, how tired are you?!" 

Darryl's mug was already almost empty as he put it down. "I'm really tired, but I'll go to sleep once I'm done. Promise." He yawned out.

Zak stared at him as he finished his coffee and walked back to his room. He has lived with Darryl for a while. He already knows that he pushes himself to work for hours on end until he gets it done. 

He also knows all too well that a sleep deprived Darryl has unpredictable results. Zak ponders for a moment before he eventually decided to go into Darryl's room. It is probably a good idea to check up on him. 

Zak opens the door and sees Darryl at his desk. He walked over and hugged Darryl from behind while resting his head on top of his head.

Darryl whined a little bit. "Geppyyy I'm still editing. What do you want?" 

Zak chuckled. "Just wanna watch you edit Darry. Something wrong with that?" 

"N-No I guess not.." Darryl blushed a bit before continuing to edit. 

Zak observed him while silently taking note of a few things. Darryl's eyes could barely stay up and he was barely making any progress editing this video. A little time passed by before Zak asked a question. "Soooo how many cups of coffee did you drink?" 

Darryl massaged his temples and yawned as he tried to think about his answer. "Uh… let's see…"

"Oh my god, it shouldn't take you this long to remember how many cups you drank."

"No! No, it's not that. I-It's just that.." Darryl nervously giggled, starting to feel loopy. "Are you talking about how much I had today or?" 

"...What do you mean?" Zak had a bad feeling in his stomach.

"I've been awake for like.. I think it's been 38 hours?"

"Wh- … Ah-..." Zak stood up in shock while Darryl laughed a little more and hid his face. 

"Oh no, I should've kept my mouth shut. Zak, just pretend you didn't hear that okay?"

"NO! Are you- you've been up more than 24 hours?! Are you crazy?!

"Nooo just leave me aloneeee don't worry about it!"

"Darryl I'm- I'm not leaving until you go to bed." 

"I am gonna go to bed, just give me five more minutes to edit this clip.."

"No, you need to go to bed! You've been replaying that snippet for like ten years and still didn't change anything."

Zak refused to let him stay up any longer than he had to. He kept insisting that he should go to bed now while Darryl was still being too stubborn to give in. Eventually, Darryl closed the editing software after saving his progress.

"Okay fine, I'll go to bed now. Are you happy you muffin head?" Darryl pouted, making Zak giggle a bit.

"Yes, now go to your bed."

"I will! Just say goodnight and go!"

"Ah ah ah! I said I'm not leaving until you go to bed."

Darryl groaned "Seriously?… Oh my goodness, fine!" He walked over and sat on his bed. "Better?" 

Zak smiled. "Yup! Now get some rest, okay?" Darryl nodded while Zak left his room. He closed the door and was about to walk away before he stopped himself.

He had a strong feeling in his stomach. He had a hunch that he needed to check if Darryl was actually going to bed. Lo and behold, the moment he opened the door, he saw him back in his chair staring at his monitor.

"Darryl, I swear to god." He facepalmed and laughed while the other let out a small scream before quickly standing up. 

"Wait, Zak it's not what it looks like! Look, I'm going to bed for real." He walked over, sitting on his bed again. "Okay, you can leave now." 

Zak rolled his eyes before sitting right next to him. "Nah, I think I'll stay right here." He smiled while Darryl started to protest.

"Wait you're not leaving? No, come on I promised I'd go to bed."

Zak crossed his arms. "I know, but you didn't promise you would go to sleep. So I'll just wait here until you fall asleep." He smirked, not falling for this again. 

Darryl went quiet for a moment. "...Nooo why would you do that, you're being ridiculous." 

Zak giggled, and the other being loopy couldn't help but giggle along. "You and I both know that the minute I walk out that door, you're just going to go back to your computer desk!"

"Nooooo! I wouldn't! Skeppy, leave my roooooom!" 

"Maybe, and this is just a thought, just maybe I'll leave once you go to sleep." 

"You go to sleep, you dunderhead!" 

"No! You first!" 

They bickered back and forth for a few more minutes until Zak had an idea to make up a "deal" for the both of them. 

"Okay, okay look. How about this. Let's say if I fall asleep before you do, you can get back on your computer and do whatever you want for as long as you want. And I'll never bother you about sleeping ever again."

Darryl's eyes lit up for a bit. "Wait really? So I don't have to sleep right now? And I can finish editing my video."

"That is only if you can stay up longer than me." He chuckled. There was no way he's going to fall asleep before he does.

"Hmm… you sure you wanna do this?" Darryl was confident he could stay up a little longer. He's made it this long, there's no way he was gonna fall asleep now.

"I mean, either way there's no way I'd be able to stop you if I fell asleep before you do. So yeah."

"Okay then, deal!" Darryl laughed. "You made a huge mistake, you muffin. I've had a few cups of coffee and I'm going to stay up so that I can finally finish editing!"

Zak giggled, "Whatever you say Darry. Whatever you say." 

Time went by as Darryl rambled on about random topics as a way to keep himself awake. Darryl was yawning every now and then while Zak stayed silent, wide awake.

"Dude, stop yawning. You're going to make me tired."

Darryl let out a devious laugh. "Hmmm maybe this is my plan all along Zak!" 

Zak covered his mouth with his sleeves as he had a mini giggle fit. 

More time went by and Darryl resorted to making up a story in song format. 

"🎶 Ohhhh there once was a little ducky boy, who was planning something for his ducklings. He wanted to make his little ducklings happy cuz he loves each and every single one! Buuuut then his own ducky, who he loves very much, wanted to be a big meanie pants. He forced the little ducky to stop and nowww, the little ducky is sad! 🎶"

Zak couldn't help but laugh at how adorable that was. He decided to go along with the analogies. 

"The ducky loves his little ducky too, which is why the ducky wants his one and only to take a break." He cupped Darryl's red face in his hands. "The ducklings will be patient and understand that the little ducky is tired." 

Darryl let out a flustered whine. "But I promised them a new videoooo!" Zak only sighed in response.

Even MORE time goes by. Darryl was laying on Zak's shoulder, struggling to keep his eyes open. Zak was also a little tired, but he was definitely wide awake compared to Darryl. 

"Hey… Zak? Have you- have you ever noticed that the word 'fridge' has the letter 'd' in it, yet the word refrigerator doesn't have a 'd' in it?" 

At that moment, Zak wheezed and lost it at this point, covering his face as he laughed head off. Darryl was giggling as he continued to talk.

"Whahat? It doesn't mahake any sehehense!" 

"BAHAHAD PLEHEAHEASE GO TO SLEHEEHEEP!" 

"Nooooooo!" 

It took a while, but Zak finally calmed down. He put one arm around Darryl and gently started playing with his hair, just because he felt like it. 

Darryl had his eyes shut for a moment before jolting awake again. "Zak noo…. quit making me tired, you.. you muffin…"

Zak smiled and wrapped both his arms around him, snuggling against him now, still playing with his hair. 

Darryl could feel himself drifting to sleep. "Gep..py..no.." Zak could barely hear him mutter his words. Despite his mumbling protests, Darryl started to hug Zak on instinct.

"You were saying Darryl?" Zak giggled as he heard him mumbling more words. Darryl's mumbling started to get slower and slower, until it eventually came to a stop.

"Are youuu finally asleep?" Zak heard nothing in response. He lightly gasped when he heard light snoring. 

"Awww.." He giggled as he hugged him a little tighter. Zak didn't want to leave his side. "It took you long enough.." He slowly closes his eyes.

"Good night, I love you.." 

[End] 

#skephalo #skeppy #badboyhalo #fanfiction #my writing

[kaider-is-my-otp]

Late Night Doubts

Just a random Kaider fluff, cuz you can never have too much of those. 

P.S.  For the purpose of this fic, I ignored the proposal that happened in Stars Above. Cinder and Kai are just dating, not engaged.

Cinder sneaked into emperor's room as quietly as possible. Kai was sleeping safely tucked in his sheets, breathing deeply. He must have had an exhausting day. Cinder knew what kind of a day he had simply by hearing his breathing pattern.

She took off her shoes and made her way to the bathroom. She just got back to New Beijing after three weeks spent on Luna. Lunars were choosing new government, and as former queen, her attendance was expected.

After a quick shower she came back to the room to find something to sleep in. She found Kai’s old shirt and put it on. It had that sweet musky scent like it’s been worn all day, but still managed to stay fresh. While she quietly changed, Kai stirred in bed. He blinked slowly, his eyes widening when he saw a person in the dark of his room. It took him two seconds to recognize her.

He reached up and grabbed Cinder’s wrist, pulling her to the bed next to him. “Hey,” he said, his voice scratchy from sleep, and kissed her temple.

Cinder nuzzled her nose in his neck, inhaling deeply. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“I’m not,” he said, grabbing her face in his hands and kissing her on the lips. “Did you just come back?”

Cinder nodded, shifting deeper into the covers and wrapping her arms around his waist. She felt completely in peace for the first time in weeks.

This, she thought as she cuddled with her boyfriend, this is what I want.

“It’s been a long three weeks,” she said into his neck.

“Actually, it’s been twenty three days and eight hours,” Kai corrected, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Cinder scoffed. “You hadn’t counted the minutes.”

Kai laughed and his chest vibrated with movement. “Sadly, I don’t have a computer in my head telling me how long exactly it’s been since I’ve seen the love of my life. It would make my lonely nights much more bearable.”

Cinder tried not to grin. She lifted her face from his chest and kissed him, long and soft. When they both ran out of breath, she pulled away. She traced his lips with her metal finger, imagining she could feel the softness with her fingertips. “I missed you.”

Kai gently stroked her face with his knuckles. “I’m pretty sure I missed you more. Just ask Torin. He’ll gladly inform you what a miserable and distracted leader I’ve been in your absence.”

She rolled her eyes, not surprised at all. “If only your people knew what a sap their emperor is.”

Kai shifted on his back and pulled Cinder on top of him. “I’m pretty sure they all suspect. After all, I’ve always been told I don’t know how to conceal my feelings.”

They fell in comfortable silence, listening each other breathe. Despite the calmness she felt, Cinder couldn’t stop invading thoughts that always appear when she was in emperor’s suite.

Kai felt the tension in her shoulders as he drew lazy circles on her back. “Something’s bothering you. Tell me.”

She hesitated for a second, but Kai’s touch worked like magic and she started talking, pressing her face deeper in his chest. “This is emperor’s suite.”

Kai stayed silent for a second, not sure how to react to such a basic fact. “As an emperor, I am well aware.”

Every time they would come close to this topic, Kai basically mocked her for being ridiculous. He could never understand why she was so bothered by staying in his room. She lifted her head and moved to a more comfortable position. She was careful not to put whole weight of her metal leg on Kai as she lay on top of him. When she looked down, his face was nothing short of serious.

“Yes, well…” She stumbled over her words, not able to express her thoughts properly. “You’re an emperor and this is your room, but I don’t really have any business doing here. You do know I have my own set of rooms in the guest wing?”

Kai’s eyebrows furrowed. He untangled his arm from Cinder’s waist and ran a hand through his silky black hair. “What do you mean? You’re the only one that should be here. Except for me, of course.”

“But not legally.” Cinder bit her bottom lip. “Only emperor and empress should stay here, and I--,”

Kai let out a small laugh. “Is that what’s bothering you? That you’re not an empress, so you can’t stay here? If that’s the case, I can easily solve that problem. In fact, I actually have it here somewhere…”

He sat up in bed, pulling Cinder with him, and opened his nightstand drawer, searching for something. Snippets of their conversation on the balcony right after the revolution few years back flashed in Cinder’s mind. He had the same spark in his eyes that he had right in that moment. She grabbed his hand and stopped him before he could do something stupid. Like propose to her.

“No, no,” she said, trying to close the drawer. He wasn’t that willing to be stopped in his mission. “Kai, that’s not what I meant.”

He gave up, his face falling a bit. He laid back down on bed. Cinder stayed above, legs on both sides of his hips. She still felt flustered with what he had potentially almost done.

“Every time I try to propose, you stop me,” Kai said, pouting a bit. He tried to look angry, but corners of his lips were turned upward. “I don’t know how you expect me to do it if you don’t let me even try.”

Cinder shook her head and placed her hands on his stomach. “I don’t want you to do it in the middle of serious conversation. You’re just avoiding the topic. Besides, do you actually expect me to believe you have a ring in your nightstand right now?”

Kai raised his eyebrow, giving her the same charming smile he gave her the first time they met on the market. It was her favorite smile of his, reserved only for her. “You know me well enough to know I absolutely have a ring in there.”

Cinder rolled her eyes, trying to turn the conversation back to the beginning. “Can we go back to the fact that I shouldn’t be here? It just seems a bit inappropriate. You know I don’t really care that much about tradition, but I don’t want to put you in uncomfortable position.”

“Cinder, we’ve been together for five years. Believe me, everyone knows you’re here.”

Cinder fidgeted with her fingers. “That doesn’t make it any better.”

Kai exhaled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to lay back on him. “There’s no law that says that person other that emperor or empress can’t stay in imperial suite. And if there was that law, I would change it.”

With his arms holding her and his lips pressed to the crown of her head, she felt a bit better. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Believe me, there’s nothing to worry about. No one is judging you.” His lips turned into a smile on her forehead, as if he remembered a fond memory. “I once overheard maids referring to you as future empress.”

“Stars above,” Cinder mumbled into his chest.

Kai found a great fun in her embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure when we are together people are just waiting for me to get down on one knee and propose.”

“Stop talking.” Cinder pinched his arm, but couldn’t stop the smile spreading on her face. No matter how much she pretended otherwise, the prospect of Kai proposing evoked a certain warm feeling in her chest.

“I’m telling you, during every Peace Ball people are staring at me, giving me these weird looks.” He sighed. “I feel bad for disappointing them.”

“Don’t think even for a second of proposing publically,” Cinder warned him. Their lives were already under magnifying glass, with media and basically whole world knowing every detail. She wished they could keep at least something to themselves.

Kai kissed her lips, looking at her eyes with so much intensity and care it made her feel small and delicate right there in his arms. “Believe me, it will only be the two of us. Our wedding will be huge event, so I thought we could at least have a private engagement.”

Cinder hummed in agreement. “I think that’s enough of engagement and wedding talk for one night. Let’s go to sleep.”

She rolled off of Kai, curling on her side next to him. He wrapped his arms around her in an instant, pulling her closer to him. His nose was buried in her hair, his breathing deep like he was ready to fall asleep right that second.

A minute later, when dreams were already overtaking her, Kai spoke softly, “Empress Selene. It glides nicely.”

Cinder didn’t bother to answer, only kicked him in the leg. Kai laughed one last time, and soon they both fell in deep slumber.

#kaider #linh cinder #kai #i love them so much #i had a horrible day so i cope with writing #emperor kaito #emperor kai #fluff #the lunar chronicles #prince kai #otp #my babies

[meltwonu]

| caffeine |     [chapter 1]

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x female!reader

this chapter’s notes;  some smut, mild degradation. (some art history bs cuz I, in actuality, am a nerd) can I get a yeehaw! we’re finally kickin’ this off~ this is mostly just the lead up with some mild touchin’ but you know how it is~ thank you all for being so patient! can't wait to get the next chapter out 💕 

chapters; 1 - x - x - x - x

It’s 10:48am when Mingyu all but begs you to return his art history books on Dadaism back to the campus library. You give him 4 sentences to explain why you should be the one to do it; the tall male whining that he’s already late for his exam on Baroque art.

“Can you not be a bitch for 4 seconds, please? I’m literally begging you and I know for a fact you need to get books on that fuckin’ art and gender course so don’t play me like you’re not heading there anyway!” Mingyu shoves his books into your arms, adjusting the messenger bag on his shoulder.

“I swear after the rager on friday, I’ll take you out to get those mochi donuts on saturday, okay? I gotta go!”

He gives you no time to respond, jetting off to his already-late exam. You roll your eyes, adjusting the books in your arms as you begin the trek to the library. Mingyu was a friend that you’d met in your Intro to Photography class with Minghao, another mutual friend of yours. Both of them were no-doubt handsome and insanely educated when it came to art and art history but both of them were also part of the SVT House; one of the most notorious frat houses on Greek Row. They threw parties every other week, inviting the entire campus to show up if the cops didn’t show up first. Mingyu had invited you to a few in the past but you’d always decline; citing that you rather not be around when the cops showed up. You always wondered how Minghao dealt with being in a frat house knowing he typically hated loud parties and huge crowds of strangers.

When you finally get to the library, you struggle with the door, the damned books making it difficult for you to pull the handle open. A kind soul helps you out, a small ‘thank you’ leaving your lips before you make a beeline for the receptionist desk to return Mingyu’s books. Noticing a different male there than the usual librarian, you quirk a brow.

“Um, hello?” He spares you a glance, closing a few windows on the computer he was working on before he walks over to your side of the table. You take in his features; sharp eyes, silvery blue hair, wire frame glasses, pressed white shirt under an argyle printed sweater vest tucked into beige pressed chinos. He looked like a stereotypical version of what most people would think a librarian looked like but also had the features of a high class model. You were sure you’d seen him around, probably when you’d run into Mingyu or Minghao between classes.

“Yes, can I help you?” Fuck, you think, his voice is hot too. You can feel your body heating up just from his voice alone and you take a second to recover, stuttering as you set the books down on the counter.

“Y-yeah, um, I--uh, just wanted to return these books? That’s all.”

Cursing under your breath for stuttering, you miss the way his lips quirk up into a small smile.

“Sure, let me just scan these in.” You opt to just nod, saving yourself from any further fuck ups with talking as you watch him grab the scanner.

“Hmm, it says Mingyu borrowed these books. Can I ask why you’re returning these and not himself?”

“O-oh, we’re friends. He was late to his art exam and I needed to do some work here so… figured I’d just return them for him since he’s already suffering.” He laughs, sliding the books off the counter and placing them on the return cart for later.

“I don’t see why he didn’t just give them to me this morning but I guess the beer pong from last night must’ve been the reason for him being late.” You sigh, “I knew there’d be a stupid reason he’d be late for his exam. Anyway, thanks for helping me…?” You leave the question open ended, wanting to get his name before you disappeared to one of the empty study rooms. He smiles at you again, dusting off his hands on his neatly pressed pants.

“Hi, my name’s Wonwoo. I volunteer here at the campus library every day from 10am to about 2pm. If you need anything, just let me know!” He shakes your hand, eyes twinkling as he gives you a quick up and down from behind the receptionist desk. You give him your name; watching him as he whispers it under his breath, lips tilting up into a warm and inviting smile.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hope we’ll get along well.”

You hate the way the image of Wonwoo smiling at you is embedding into your eyelids while you try to work; the stupid essay sitting in front of you still blank even when you get up to look for materials on the course an hour and a half later. Checking the kiosk to find out where the said art and gender books were, you make your way through the bookshelves, not finding any of the books you were looking for. You contemplate for a second, wondering if you really want to go visit Wonwoo at the receptionist desk. Fuck it, you think, I’ll get my books and I swear I’ll finish this damn essay before I leave, it’s not just eye candy.

“Hey, Wonwoo?” He turns away from the return cart, adjusting his glasses as he walks over to you at the counter. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“Um, I… it said the art and gender books were on the shelves but they weren’t, uh, there? Can you… check for me please?” He nods, sitting down at the computer while you recite the necessary info to him. Wonwoo jots down a few notes on a notepad, getting up and gesturing for you to follow him as he tears the sheet off.

“Sorry, I’m new here so we might get lost but I think they might’ve accidentally been shelved in the wrong section of the library.” He threads through different bookshelves, taking you deeper and deeper into the library until there’s hardly anyone around.

When he finally stops, you’re in a section of the library you don’t recognize, the emptiness mildly eerie as Wonwoo searches for the said books.

“Wanna give me a little snippet of what these books are about while we’re here?” He didn’t strike you as a small talk kind of person but you shrug behind him; you were already there, might as well.

“Um, it’s just, kind of how different genders consume and interpret the human form in art. Lots of it is old and outdated but it’s for an art course I’m taking right now. Y’kno, things like the ‘male gaze’ and stuff. I’m sure it’d bore you to death.” Wonwoo hums in acknowledgement, turning to face you as he slowly backs you up against the bookshelf. It takes you off guard as you hold your breath, eyes boring into the argyle print on his sweater vest.

“Interesting course you’re taking. I don’t think it’d bore me though, I’m quite enamoured with the female form.” You’re convinced if you breathed wrong, he’d feel it with how close he was. But he whispers a small ‘ah-hah’, his hand resting on the shelf next to your head as he pulls out a singular book. Wonwoo steps back, placing the book in your trembling hands.

“That’s one book, 3 more to find.”

He continues like that, his body in close proximity to yours the entire time you stand there, unsure of what to do. Wonwoo finds two more of your books, setting them on an empty shelf nearby as he checks his note for the last one. You mentally curse yourself for wearing a sundress to the library because you can feel the back of his hand grazing your thigh when he kneels on the floor next to you, hand placed on the shelf and eyes scanning for the damned book you don’t even care about anymore.

“Hmm, I can’t seem to find this last one. Weird. Maybe someone checked it out already and it got misscanned.”

“Oh, um, that’s fine, this should be g-good. I can check the shelf myself or something!”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping you out back here. I wouldn’t want you to do it alone, you know. Joshua should have already come in for his shift already anyway.” Wonwoo stands back up, his face close to your body as he towers above you. “Don’t you want my help? I don’t really offer it very often.” The suggestive tone in his voice has you clenching around nothing, already embarrassingly wet. You hope to a higher power that he can’t tell but something inside of you already knows that he’s aware of his affect on you.

“O-okay, please… please help me.”

You swear you’ll finish your essay.

Right after Wonwoo finishes getting you off.

He touches you underneath your dress, fingers pressed firmly against the wet patch on your panties as you bite your lip to keep in your moans.

“You’ve only met me today and you’re already this wet for me? You’re such an easy little thing. Do you get this turned on just for anyone or am I doing that much damage to you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but Wonwoo waits patiently; wanting to hear your reply anyway. Under any other circumstances, you’d probably punch a guy that called you easy, but for some reason the way Wonwoo says it has you getting even wetter.

“I, mmh, don’t normally… d-do this I swear.” He has you pressed against the bookshelf, a leg slotted in between yours as he braces his other hand next to your head. Wonwoo’s thumb presses hard against your clit, the fabric of your panties adding extra friction as you grind down onto his hand. “Oh? So I am just that special, huh? Lucky me, I’ve got such a cute girl cumming in the palm of my hand.” He chuckles at his own joke, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose ever so slightly.

Your hands dig into the fabric of his sweater vest, wanting nothing more than to just cum so you can go back to working on your essay and simultaneously dying of embarrassment that you got that turned on from a guy you’d just met a couple hours ago and he made you cum in some back part of the library.

“Wonwoo, can you… touch me harder, I’m really close...” You whisper. He hums, his fingertips grazing the hem of your panties.

“Harder? Or would you want my fingers instead? I wonder how many of them you could take before you’re begging me to just fuck you?” The juxtaposition of his words and his gentle touch is enough to send you over the edge, biting your lip to keep in any sounds that threaten to escape. He lets you ride out your orgasm before his hand is slipping from underneath your dress and he’s pulling away. Your dress slides back down into place, not a hair on your head looking disheveled other than the fact your face is redder than a tomato.

Wonwoo adjusts his glasses, hands immediately smoothing down any wrinkles on his clothes after.

“My shift is almost up here and I need to get to my archeology class afterwards but if you’re ever curious about the male form, I’m a willing subject.” 

#fratboy!wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo

[rein-ette]

2, 3 and 5 please!

2: Do you focus on attention to detail when you read fics? Are you more or less attention to detail focused when you write fics?

For reading...I guess I appreciate detail? As much as anyone would, at least. I mean, I think the amount of detail should match the message being conveyed. If there's too much detail, the reader will automatically gloss over it anyways, so it's really more a matter of "does this need to be said" and "can i make the reader interested in what i'm saying" than "i appreciate x amount of detail." Having said that though...I don't really think about those things when I write, ahahahahaha. Maybe I should. For me, fic writing is really...instinctual, I guess? I don't think about how much detail I want, I just write words until I feel like I've said what I set out to say. Like, musicians often talk about the "colour" of a note. To a note with a certain colour, you need to hear it in your mind first. The same things goes for writing, I guess. You see the scene -- it exists for you -- and then you write what you need to to make other people see it too.

3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them?

Fics I definitely will finish at some point

1. That Fraport one I teased here — 40% complete

2. A collection of various small scenes centred around a single day in England during WWII — 5% complete, 95% complete in my head

3. Iacta aléa est, with remaining chapters dealing with Spain and France, France and Portugal, and Franc and England (and Portugal) — whole thing is 35% complete

4. The finale of 5 times engport died, I wanted this one to be long enough to stand alone as a fic so like, it’s gonna take a little longer — series is 85% complete, last scene 10%

5. The second part of the Tokyo ghoul au — 0% complete, 70% in my head (do you see a pattern here)

Fics I haven’t started/may never finish

1. This one bit of dialogue I wrote between Seychelles and Kenya, but I’m too lazy to write around it so it has a context

2. This one bit of dialogue I wrote between France and England in the 70s when England’s dating America, and they discuss the status of their relationship

3. This idea I had for Engport reunion in the 80s that I wrote in my head but...idk it has to get in line I guess

4. Not a fic but I wanted to make a timeline like the one I made for England’s relationships through history, but for France? Cuz that seemed really popular but idk if I have the time to do the research for it

5: Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

hhHhhH ok

———

The quiet of the evening is startling. Bella wipes the kitchen counter idly as she looks out the window, watching the reds bleed into the peaches bleed into the blues as the sun sets over London’s rooftops. It’s beautiful, terribly beautiful, oppressive. She thinks about how the sky is already painted with the colours of each plane, each pinprick of light, that will meet its God there tonight. She thinks about Matthew, pulling on his flight suit in some dark barrack. She thinks of Arthur, lying in his bed upstairs, porcelain pale.

She thinks of her own people, watching the same sunset as day slips into night.

Waiting.

Life is terrible right now, so Bella makes tea. While it boils, she rummages through Arthur’s cupboards until she finds his best teacups, the whole set, with the little white cranes flying across little pink clouds on each delicately lacquered side. She smiles as she traces a fingertip across their tiny wings — recalls a lost summer day when she drank sweet sweet darjeeling from these same cups, laughed, and was in love.

#it’s reining again #hws Belgium #fic snippet #ask #needcake