#like the piece of right bang I decided I liked it and added it after I was done on every drawing but it emerged in like

[sp0o0kylights]

"I feel him." El insists. "Alive." 

She hasn't said his name since Will first raised them all over the walkie, but every person in the room knows who she means. 

Not that Steve can say his name either.

"But we watched him die." Nancy says gently, before Dustin properly loses it from where he sits in the corner. "Owen's even sent someone back through to check." 

"Yes." El agrees, but it's clear she's frustrated. "He died here. But he's not alive here, he's alive over there." 

"In the Upside Down?" Steve asks, and pretends his voice isn't cracking with desperation and barely concealed hope.

"No!" El snaps, before taking a deep breath and collecting herself to try again. "Through the other gate." 

"Okay." Hopper cuts in, hands waving in some kind of "stay calm" gesture. "El, honey, I think we're all still hung up about the other gate." He pauses, before adding. "And how Creel dying opened it." 

El gives him a thousand yard stare. 

"I'm getting the crayons." Joyce sighs as she stands up. In a mutter she continues, "Should have gotten them to begin with." 

Silently, Steve agrees. 

xXx Eddie xXx

It goes like this.

A bat breaks through the side of the trailer. It swoops low, teeth rattling, but it doesn't attack. 

It emits an odd, echoing screech, before  flying through the gate, to the Rightside-Up. 

"Shit." Dustin curses wildly. "Shit, they're gonna try and invade!" 

"I thought they were guarding the gate!" Eddie protests, as that echoing scream returns tenfold, coming from the mouths of too many demobats. “If they wanted to invade wouldn’t they have done that already!?” 

"No, because Vecna was focused on opening more gates! This must be his plan--to open enough gates to push an army through. We have to lead them away!"

"Dustin-!" Eddie calls out desperately, but finds himself overwhelmed by bats as more and more break through. 

He fights through them, trying to get to Dustin, trying to listen to what the kid’s screaming.

He can’t hear him.

Not over all the screeching, the beating bat wings and the thudding noises as they smack at his head. Their teeth snap, tearing into every piece of him they can reach.

Eddie doesn’t know how long he’s been surrounded, but he hears the trailer door bang open--and shut.

"Dustin!" He screams this time, voice as loud as he can make it.

The kid’s faster than he is.

He’d planned this--or at least, had thought about it long enough to get himself a solid head start, leaving Eddie scrambling after. 

Fighting through the torrents of bats. Abandoning the gate because Hawkins can burn for all he cares--but there are people who don't deserve to go down with it.

People like Henderson, who have bright futures ahead of them.

Eddie tears his way towards Dustin, unthinking, just running.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid-!’ He thinks, but not at Dustin. 

At himself, because he knows the kid. Knows what to expect from how he acts in games. 

Steve even called it--and Eddie’s not stupid enough to think he was talking to both of them when he warned them about not being a hero. He was included purely because Dustin would fuss otherwise and they were short on time.

Dustin’s on the ground when Eddie finds him, and he whips his spear at the few dozen bats that attack him, their bodies circling, teeth biting. 

He gets in two good hits before shit hits the fan. 

To his right something explodes, flames high and reaching, a thunderous boom whipping out so loud that Eddie's ears ring. 

A shockwave nearly takes him off his feet, bandana pulled from his head and freeing his hair. 

Eddie crashes on the ground next to Dustin.

 Sees all the blood and doesn't know what to do. 

"Come on man." Eddie pleads. "Come on!" 

He doesn't get an answer. 

It goes like this.

Vecna’s dead. 

The blast that killed him was from some kind of explosion that took out all of Creel House. 

It fireballed skyward, and the Upside Down rapidly began doing….something, seconds after. 

Returning, Eddie decides, to whatever it was before the asshole got thrown in here. 

Or dying, maybe.

(This is easier to think about than the fact that no one could have survived that blast. That there's a black hole Eddie can see, and it has to wrap miles and miles around the Creel House because he's still near his trailer.

It the trees down the stupid hill didn't make it then Robin, and Nancy, and Steve--

He stops. Shakes his head.

If Eddie thinks about it, it will make it real. 

He can't let it be real.),

The monsters all fall as one, dropping to the ground like puppets with cut strings. 

Eddie had been pummeled by a few demobat bodies before he could get clear, though given how some still occasionally twitch and hop around weakly after, Vecna's death doesn't necessarily equal their own.

Madly, he crushes a few beneath his boots. 

Knows that won't bring his friends back. 

Stomps on a few more because he can't do anything about that, and he can't cry any harder.

It goes like this.

Eddie gets back topside to find Vecna's revenge in action.

 It's an act worthy of a mad god, not that Eddie would ever give him such a title. 

Hawkins wasn't split. It was consumed, with large portions falling deep into the earth that opened under it. Smoke chokes half the town from an outburst of fires, while downed trees and electrical lines make walking a chore. 

The road is a cracked and pitted mess, littered with holes large enough to swallow entire cars. 

Passage is nigh impossible by car, and downright dangerous by foot.

It makes Eddie want to sink to his knees in despair.

There were still people around, that first day. 

There were still people around the second and fifth days too. 

But then the monsters appear. 

They're not the demobats, or demodogs or even the demogorgons that Eddie was told of. 

They're something--else.

Mutated and mutating, taking on appearances that reflect both the Upside Down and the Right-Side Up (a term coined by one of the freshmen--Eddie can't recall which.) 

Actual flowers, great purple and orange looking blooms sprout teeth and attack. Vines stick out of arcade cabinets, carting them around like a hermit crabs shell. 

Some people breathe the falling little pieces of ash and suddenly aren't people anymore.

(It was Erica, who had coined the term. The Right-Side Up. 

Erica who was also deceased, because the fucking explosion didn't just take out the Upside Down version of the Creel house, but the real one too. 

Which meant Max and Lucas and Erica…

But Eddie's not thinking about that.)  

It goes like this.

Wayne's gone.

He'd been at the plant when the Earth had swallowed it, his first day back to work because he'd used all his PTO trying to find Eddie.

The coworker who watched it happen makes sure to tell Eddie his uncle insisted he was innocent. That the old man never stopped looking.

Likewise, the trailer is gone. 

It fell barely a day after Eddie had climbed out of it, one half eaten while the other teetered dangerously on the edge.

There's cops at the borders of the city. 

They’re been commandeered by the military and the feds both, and people in heavy gear prowl around like guard dogs just waiting to be let off leash.

Helicopters fill the air, always circling and searching. Units of men and women begin parading around with guns as they escort tanks and other battle equipment through the streets. 

They're looking for something besides the monsters, and they're happy to cut the phone lines and police the survivors to find it.

No one's allowed in--or out. 

Eddie tries to escape the first few days, after he realizes everyone who knew the truth is gone. 

Thinks maybe he can get to the Byers, and that super powered girl out in California, but keeps getting cut off.

Twice they've nearly caught him, which means twice Eddie has been forced to come to terms with the fact that he's one of the things they're after.

They know him by name.

They know he was involved in Creel's takedown.

Eddie"s not just being hunted by the town now. 

He’s being hunted by the United States as a whole. 

It goes like this.

Eddie doesn't want to die. 

Can't bring himself to take his own life, forever too much of a coward. 

So he berates himself while he hides.

Wonders what the fuck his plan is here. 

Focuses on surviving, stealing food, sleeping in people he loves houses and hoping maybe some of them made it out.

(Given how Gareth's and Jeff's places are both untouched, he doesn't think they did.) 

He’s never prayed before but now he’s praying to every deity he can think of. Hoping, wishing, that if he can’t get out alive, he at least goes down quickly. 

It goes like this.

Steve Harrington walks out of the woods with a nailbat in his hands, like a blood soaked fever dream. 

Eddie doesn't care. 

He hugs him so hard his own ribs hurt and the crazy thing is Steve hugs him back even harder. 

"You're alive." Eddie sobs, face buried in Steve's shoulder.,"You're alive, you're alive…" 

Steve grips him for a moment before whispering back; "And so are you." 

He pulls away and Eddie struggles against him, not ready to let go, fingers grasping at his shirt. 

Steve strokes his hair, his stupid tangled, gross hair and Eddie looks at him, desperately needing the contact to prove that Steve is real. 

That he’s here. 

 "I need you to listen--I'm not your Steve." Steve says, and Eddie’s so desperate for contact that the words don’t register for a moment. 

Not that they make sense when they do. 

"What?" Eddie asks. 

"There’s a--okay.” Steve sighs, before saying; “I am going to absolutely blow the explanation, but I need you to trust me.”

“I do.” Eddie says, even as Steve fulfills his own prophecy, and gives a completely nonsensical explanation.

At the end of it, Eddie can’t bring himself to care. 

As long as he has Steve back--even if it’s not technically his Steve, Eddie will follow him wherever he goes.

#MY COMPUTERS FIXED #HAVE MULTIPLE DIMENSION SHENANGINS #There's a part in Transformers MTMTE where this dudes husband gets murdered in a massacre in one dimension and due to Scientist Shenanigans #his husband gets him back by pulling him from another timeline where everyone ELSE died. #There's a lot of PTSD involved and i wanted that for Steddie so here we are. #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #0o0 fanfics #tw death #tw canonical and non canonical death #but like #they get better #sorta #is stealing someone from another dimension better #pre steddie #one day I will write actual steddie #stranger things fanfic #angst #hurt/comfort #I suppose specific #tw dustin death #though I dont really go into it #or any of them #and again #THEY GET BETTER LOL #sort of #also I need you to know the husbands from TF MTMTE are canonical husbands #thats important lol #they gay

[bbyquokka]

jealousy

pairing: lee minho x fem reader x bang chan

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: minho sees you and chan being too close - so he includes chan into the activities that unfold that night.

warnings: smut, threesome, dom minho, sub reader, exhibitionism, clit play, spit, jealousy, explicit language, squirting, public masturbation (f), cum shot, cum on body, creampie, unprotected sex, blowjob, face fucking, pussy eating, use of toys, mentions of bdsm being used, nipple play, pet names (baby, kitten), masturbation (m), overstimulation, degrading, fingering, choking, possessive

words: 6.2k

a/n: filthy, ha! i felt like it got jumbled at the end, i wanted to get my ideas out quickly that it might seem jumbled i hope not😅  anyways, i hope you all enjoy!

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lmk if i missed anything in the warnings & i hope you all enjoy & like it! 🥰🖤

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sex. you love it. you wouldn't say you're addicted to it as you can go a few days without it, however that being said, having sex with the right person, is what's addicting.

Lee Minho. The man who is the centre of your many wants and desires. You met by accident. He had a day off and decided to visit a cat café – the same café you work at. You was taken away by how beautiful he looks in real life. You was so use to seeing him on your screen due to social media updates posting his many selfies.

You was star struck and wowed. You wanted your shift to end so you could at least get an autograph but sadly, that wasn't going to happen. So you settled on doing your job and serving him. It wasn't until you wasn't looking where you was going and tripped over one of the many cats, that you realised you spilt his drink on his lap.

Flustered, you grabbed napkin after napkin after napkin, dabbing at spilt drink that was soaking through the material of his jeans, whilst continually apologising. You was ashamed and embarrassed that you, of all people, managed to spill a drink on an idol.

Minho laughed it off and reassured you that it was okay. You offered to buy him some new jeans once you realised there was going to be a big stain. You was so busy wiping and dabbing at his thighs, that you didn't notice Minho was watching you with dark eyes. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away before looking you dead in the eyes.

You swallowed, feeling yourself being consumed by him. You felt his eyes undressing you, exposing you as he checked you out, looking at your curves, the tiniest details on your face, how your hair falls past your face. You felt encapsulated by his presence, feeling yourself slowly getting aroused.

Your cheeks flushed pink as Minho licked his lips, smirking for a split second. His aura screamed dominance and you was slowly drowning in it. Many thoughts about how this man can dominate you and use you ran through your mind at speed and with the added pressure from his hand around your wrists, didn't help one bit.

If you could, you would have had sex with him right there and then. You would gladly bounce on his cock, moaning out his name. You'd gladly let him fill you to the brim until you was leaking. You wanted to be his toy, his dirty little cum slut. A smirk and a clear of the throat from Minho brought you back down to reality.

You stood straight once he let go off your wrists, walking back to behind the counter, heart hammering against your chest. You paid for his order and managed to serve to him. He gave you a charming smile, slipping a piece of paper with his contact details on in your pocket before winking at you.

Your legs carried you to the staff bathroom, heart beating fast against your chest, you could hear it in your ears. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you wasn't aroused. You could feel it in your underwear. Your wetness sticking to your pussy.

You've never masturbated in public, let alone your work place, but all that was about to change. You locked yourself in one of the cubicles, putting the toilet seat down. Your skin was hot, breath laboured as your mind was struggling to process what just happened between you and Minho.

The only words you two exchanged was when you was apologising to him, but his aura, his presence held you by the throat and choked you. Oh, to be choked and man handled by that man. To have his veiny hands squeezing the sides of your neck as he fucks you dumb.

You pulled your underwear down, hissing at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt. You sat on the toilet lid, unhooking your panties from one leg and spreading your legs wide. Your fingers wondered down south, lightly stroking your clit. your hips bucked into your hand and you grabbed your work shirt, lifting it up so it was out off the way.

You applied pressure to your clit, rubbing circles whilst occasionally dipping your fingers into your entrance to make your fingers slick. Moans threatening to escape your lips as you rubbed fast. You slouched a little, lifting a leg up in the air. You bit down on your work shirt, your other hand making it way to your entrance.

You stroked up and down your slit, hissing at the feeling. The sounds of customers and staff could be heard outside, further exciting you that someone could walk in at any moment. You slipped your index finger inside until it was knuckle deep, moving it slowly before adding in a second.

You curled your fingers against your walls, your cunt pulsating and tightening around your fingers. Your moans muffled against the make shift gag from your shirt. Your fingers hit that deep spot inside, making you see stars. You closed your eyes, imagining it was Minho who was doing this. Minho who was filling up your greedy cunt with his long fingers.

You've only had a five second interactions with him, yet here you are, fingering and stroking your clit desperately, like a whore. Your toes curled inside your work shoes, thighs trembling and tensing. Your juices falling and coating your ass, falling onto the lid of the toilet.

You'd do anything to have Minho inside you. You're mind is so consumed by him. His presences frightened you but excited you so much. The second he walked to the counter and looked at you, you was under his spell in an instant.

The familiar knot started to build in the pit of your stomach. Your breathing was laboured as your mind was consumed with thoughts about Minho. You stroked and fingered yourself fast, chasing your high.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You whimpered, your shirt falling out off your mouth. Your body tensed, eyes squeezed shut as you came over your fingers, hard. You felt your juices run down your fingers, onto the seat, the floor and cubical door. Your thighs and body shaking violently as you panted and rode out your high, your cunt pulsating around your fingers.

you took your fingers out off your pussy, planting your feet on the floor and sitting up straight. You looked at the mess you made and bit your lip.

"fuck. how am i going to clean this?"

You dont know why, but you did it. Maybe because you was still horny, even after having an intense orgasm. Maybe because you couldn't stop thinking about him, but you took your phone and the piece of paper out off your pocket. you snapped a quick photo of the mess and before you could register what you was doing, you sent it to Minho.

"I just came thinking about you. 💦"

the interaction between you and Minho happened half a year ago. Since then, you have been inseparable since. He asked you to be his girlfriend and once you said yes, that's when the experimenting began in the bedroom

it started small at first. Minho would either cuff or tie you whilst he drove your senses into overdrive, denying you of your orgasms. It then soon escalated. Various toys were used, rope, vibrators, gags, spanking, spit – with the occasional no nos. Soon, you was having sex in public – changing rooms, a quickie in the unisexual bathrooms, a blowjob here and a fingering there.

Minho started buying you subtle BDSM jewellery to wear. He bought you many rings and necklaces, your favourite being a silver chain with a heart padlock – one that could only be opened and closed with a key that Minho possessed. Unless Minho unlocks it, its around your neck for a lifetime.

Once you became Minho's, he introduced you to his members, all of them greeting you and making you feel wanted. After a few more visits, you and Minho started having sex – mainly in the bedroom.

It became common for the members to walk in on you both. At first, you was shy and embarrassed, but Minho didn't care "Cant you see im busy!" the youngest members would be flustered, whilst the eldest would comment, calling it gross and to keep it down.

Soon, they became immune to it, excusing themselves once they heard your moans. The member who was most likely to walk in on you both so much was Bang Chan.

Chan spent most of his time either at the company or at the dorms, working. He walked in on you both several times, becoming flustered but he soon became immune to it also. He learnt to put on his headphones and block out the constant banging against the wall and the moaning.

Until one day, he came home, stressed and tired. You and Minho was having sex – as always, your moans running through the entire dorm. Chan retreated to his room and went to grab his headphones until he heard your desperate whines and pleads for Minho to put it in.

It was too much for the young man. Maybe it was because he was stressed and needed to relax that he got hard and it wasnt going away any time soon. He pulled down his sweatpants and underwear, slouching in his desk chair. He lazily stroked his hard cock, listening to the sinful sounds coming from Minho's room.

Your moans sounded like heaven to Chan and he wondered what Minho was doing to you. How fast and hard was he pounding into you. How greedy and soaked is your cunt. Chans mind ran away with thoughts, thoughts that you shouldn't about your best friends girlfriend.

Chans cock pulsated, his tip angry and leaking pre-cum. His hand quickened, rotating his wrist. He thrusted his own hips into his hand, low moans escaping his mouth, your delicious moans ringing in his ears. His thighs tensed as his cock throbbed and before he knew it, he was shooting thick ropes of cum onto his own t-shirt.

once his mind was clear, it dawned on him what he had just done. He discarded his t-shirt and focused on getting to work, trying to forget what he just did.

However, whenever he saw you, memories of what he did comes flooding back to him and it only intrigued him more.

You was currently sat on the sofa, dressed in panties and one of Minho's t-shirts. You was having a lazy day and didn't feel the need to dress up completely, plus the members have walked in on you and Minho so many times, that it didn't matter whether you was clothed or not. You was awaiting his return as he went to get some bottles of water and sweets. You yawned, stretching and flicking through the tv channels.

Chan came out off his room, rubbing his eyes from staring at his laptop screen for too long. You looked up, smiling sweetly to him. He plopped himself down beside, putting his feet up on the coffee table.

"Hey, (Y/N)

"hi channie! you finished work?"

"Ugh, no." Chan sighed, rubbing his eyes again. you hummed softly. "there is still so much to do. mixing the track, fixing vocals then send it to Jisung and Changbin to see if anything needs a fix."

"Seems like hard work, i don't know how you manage Channie." Chan laughed softly and shrugged.

"I've been doing this shit for years, I'm use to the sleepless nights." You furrowed your brows, looking at him.

"You shouldn't be use to it Chan! you have to take care of yourself!" Chan looked at you and smiled softly.

"hey, don't worry about little one, I'm fine. i promise." you blushed as he ruffled your hair, laughing. You heard a scoff. Minho had arrived home, bags in one hand, his brow raised as he watched you and Chan.

"Minho.. you're home." Chan removed his hand. Minho placed the bags down on the kitchen counter. The air suddenly became thick, suffocating you. You felt tense as did chan. A simple "Mhm" came from the mans mouth as he got to work putting the shopping away.

"I didn't expect you to be home so soon." you exclaimed, watching him put the shopping away, his back to you.

"Why? Did i interrupt the flirting that was happening between the two of you?" Minho's voice was scarily calm. That terrified you. You knew you Minho wasn't happy about what he just saw. It was only just a matter of time. You swallowed as Chan blinked.

"It wasn't like that! I was telling Chan that he should he looking after himself because he's been working a lot lately." Your voice went quiet as Minho approached you. He smirked, bending over and grabbing your cheeks roughly in his hand, squeezing them together to form a pout.

A whimper left your lips, Chans eyes widen at his friends sudden action. Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you looked Minho in the eyes. His eyes dark with mischief. He wanted to let Chan know who you belonged to, who owned you. How dare he touch you.

"Did you like it, kitten? having another mans hands on you? did it feel good?" You let out a pathetic whimper, your body shivered at Minho's words. Chan placed his hand on Minho's arm.

"C'mon, min. It was nothing like that." Minho gave his friend the side eyes, smirking before looking at you.

"Look at him. He's even defending you. How sweet." Minho cooed mockingly before letting go of your cheeks. You swallowed, watching him walk to a separate single chair. He sat, spreading his legs as he lent back. Your gaze travelled down his body to his jean covered thighs.

Minho laughed, your obvious gaze didn't go unnoticed. He purposefully stroked his thighs, his hands gliding up and down. You watched with eager eyes, heat rushing all over your body.

Minho pointed to his feet without speaking. You stood, getting on your hands and knees and crawling to him on all fours. Minho scoffed at your pathetic actions, as you knelt by his feet, hands placed on your lap.

"So pathetic. Always at my beck and call." You pressed your lips in a thin line, his words running through your body to your core. "Like a dog to its master." He smirked.

"Just a shame i had to find you flirting with another man!" You opened your mouth to speak, closing it instantly once Minho shot you a look. "i know! why don't we put a show on for him!"

Your eyes widened as did Chans. You looked over your shoulder at him to see his cheeks turning pink. He stood up, ready to excuse himself before Minho stopped him.

"I'll leave you to it then." Chan said, flustered.

"No. please stay, chan. i know you will enjoy this very much."

"Huh?" Minho picked you up by your wrist, placing you on his lap, back against his chest, as he spread your legs spread wide open, giving Chan the perfect view of your clothed pussy.

You whimpered, looking at chan. Chan tried, he really tried to avert his gaze but he couldn't. He could see the small wet patch forming on your panties, slowly spreading as your pussy slowly got wet. Chan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, watching Minho.

His fingers danced across your skin, disappearing under the material of his t-shirt. his touch felt like fire on your skin. His fingers approached your nipples, flicking and pinching them. Your body jerked as he squeezed the bud between his fingers.

"I hear you Chan, I also see you. I know what you do when i fuck my cute, lil kitten here." Chans body tensed. Has he been caught? does he play dumb and act like he doesn't know what minho mean?

"I hear you groaning and moaning. You listen to me and (Y/N) fuck whilst jerking off. Is it her moans? do they turn you on?" Minho squeezed your breast roughly, a moan falling past your lips. Chan closed his eyes tightly, hands clasped over his crotch to hide his growing boner.

"aw look kitten. You're turning Chan on with your pathetic moans. You really are a slut, aren't you?"

"N-No. I'm not." You whimpered, Minho's warm and wet tongue darting out, making contact with the skin on your neck. You shifted on his lap, his fingers removing themselves and slowly travelling down south. His free hand making it’s way up to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around the side, squeezing. You moaned, feeling dazed at the action. 

His lips kissed, sucked and bit your delicate skin, marks forming. This is Minho’s way of showing everyone who you belong too and that no one, gets to touch you without his permission. Minho’s jealousy goes as far as no one should even be breathing the same air as you.

Minho’s fingers came into contact with your clothed clit, his fingertips ghosting over it. He feathered small and slow circles around it, your hips bucking on their own, your head landing on his shoulder as it tilted to the side. The pressure around your neck tightened.

"Minho, please.." You choked out. He smirked against your skin.

"Poor poor kitten. I've barely touched you and look at you, begging and whimpered for my touch. So pathetic yet so amusing." He sneered. You bit your bottom lip hard, his words ran straight through your body.

He pressed his fingers against your cloth clit, moving them in agonising slow circles. You groaned, your hooded eyes locking onto chan. He had sat back down and was watching you both. He doesn't know why he did, but he couldn't explain it. He wanted to hear your delicious moans, see the effect Minho has on your body. 

You squirmed on Minho's lap, your ass grinding against his cock. He let out a low growl, applying pressure to your clit.

"M-Minho.."

"What do you want, kitten?" He let go of your neck, faint red marks in the shape of his fingers forming. 

"K-Kiss. i wanna kiss please." You begged. Minho laughed before tilting your head to the side and colliding his lips against yours. The kiss was messy and sloppy. Teeth collided with each other, tongues and spit mixing as Minho swallowed ever moan and whimper that left your mouth.

You wanted more, you need more. Chan was watching the two of you which excited you even more. You wondered what Minho had in mind. There is no way he would allow someone else to sit and watch you both unless he had an idea. He’s just too possessive over you, but , whatever it was, you was up for it.

Minho moved your panties to the side, Chan audibly swallowing at sight of your soaked core. The cold air hitting your cunt caused you to hiss against Minho's mouth. His skilful fingers ran up and down your slit, the sound of wetness echoing in the room as his fingers got slick.

Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing, begging for something to enter. You didnt think you would get this turned on with someone else watching you, but you did. Minho circled your entrance with his slick fingers before inserting his index finger inside. His finger was knuckle deep as you walls contracted around his fingers.

He slowly moved his fingers, your walls stroking them. You let out sinful whimpers against Minho’s lips, shuffling on his lap. His middle finger soon joined his index and he curled them inside you, stroking your insides and hitting your sweet spot that made you see stars. Moans in the form of Minho's name fell out off your mouth in the most desperate way

Minho pulled away from your lips as he pulled his fingers out slowly, lifting them up to your lips.

"Be a good girl and suck them clean." You opened your mouth slowly, grabbing his wrist. Minho put his two fingers in your mouth, your lips instantly wrapping around the digits. You hummed as the taste of yourself coated your tongue. You looked Minho in the eyes, tongue swirling around his digits.

He groaned, watching you suck his fingers dry. praises left the mans lips, encouraging you.

"Such a pretty thing." he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. He pulled his fingers out off your mouth, his eyes glancing towards chan who was uncontrollably hard and palming at his clothed boner.

"Why don't you make him feel good, kitten. Put that whore mouth to good use?" Minho’s thumb stroked your bottom lip as he spoke. You nodded, licking you lips before shuffling off Minho's lap and kneeling in between Chans open legs.

Chan looked at you then at Minho, flustered. "Are you sure? She's your girl, dude."

"Oh, I'm sure Chan, don't worry." Chan nodded slowly, his gaze resuming on you. Your cheeks are pink, lips swollen, eyes glossy with want and desire.

"Channie, let me take care of that" You said sweetly, looking at his painful boner. You grabbed his waistband, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankle, his cock springing free.

You swallowed at the size and girth. It looked delicious, mouth watering. His vein protruding on the side, his tip red and glistening with pre-cum. You whined, shuffling closer to him on your knees, his hot skin making contact with your lips. Chans hips bucked up, hissing at the gentle contact.

you grabbed the base, stroking up and down slowly. You made eye contact with him as you spat on his tip, a string of saliva leaving your lips and landing on his tip. Your saliva sliding down the sides before you used it to rub him.

Chan stroked your cheek gently, watching your every move. you planted a delicate kiss on his tip, making your way to his vein, licking a long and wet strip alongside it. Your tongue made its way up to his tip, licking and sucking gently. the salty pre-cum coating your taste buds.

"Fuck." Chan groaned. You hummed before taking his tip in your mouth, lowering your head until a little over half of him was encapsulated in your hot mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, starting at a steady pace. You hollowed out your cheeks, tongue flat as Chan groaned and whimpered.

You soon grew more confident, so you lowered your head further down, until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. You paused, swallowing around him, your throat clenching. Delicious groans fell past the mans lips, running straight to your core, causing you to clench your thighs together and rub to cause some type of friction

Chan grabbed a handful of your hair by your scalp. "Im sorry." You looked at him through your lashes, confused. Chan suddenly thrusted down your throat, your eyes widening before squeezing shut. Chans thrusts were powerful, your gag reflex activating over and over again. Tears falling down your cheeks as saliva fell past your lips and coated your chin.

You let out whimpers as Chan continued to thrust down your throat, his grip on your hair tightening. Your throat soon became sore and tender and you was struggling to breath, but you liked that. you loved being used like this. It was fun and exciting to and it turned you on immensely.

Chan pulled you out off his mouth by your hair, your chin coated in saliva and cheeks tear stained. His cock was pulsating and glistening in your saliva. You whimpered at the lost, wanting nothing more that to feel stuffed to the brim with cock. You're greedy when it comes to cock, it drives your senses into overdrive.

Minho stood up and walked to you, kneeling down and wiping your chin with his thumb. He smirked, proud of the performance you put on.

'Good girl. You're such a good girl for us that you deserve a treat, kitten." You eyes lightened up as Minho stood up. "Strip and lay on the couch."

You nodded, rising to your feet at speed. Chan removed himself from the couch to give you room. You stripped yourself of all clothing, suddenly feeling shy as two sets of eyes are on you, eyes darting from your plump breasts to your soaked cunt and swollen clit.

You lay on the sofa, head resting on the arm. Minho rested between your legs, his eyes looking up at you as you swallowed. He took a deep breath in, breathing in your scent and groaned. He hooked your legs over the bend in his arm, pulling you slightly closer to his face.

"You're so wet, kitten. Did you get like this just from sucking off Chan?" You nodded fast, whimpering. Minho tutted before speaking "Of course you did. You are a desperate whore who would do anything to have her greedy holes stuffed to the brim with cock."

You groaned at his words. Minho wasted no time in licking a long strip from your entrance to your clit. Your juices coating his tongue, causing him to hum. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, your hips bucking against his face. Minho licked and sucked you clit, pleasure coursing through your veins. He nibbled lightly, making you moan out.

He left your clit to lick your entrance, his tongue darting in and out. You bucked your hips, the tip of his nose hitting and rubbing your clit. Minho's name fell past your lips in delicious moans.

Chan walked towards you, standing by your head, his cock hovering over your lips. You looked up and him before opening your mouth wide. Chan inserted his cock in your mouth, your lips closing around him instantly. Chan took the chance and thrusted down your throat again.

You continued to ride Minho's face, your juices coating his chin and lips. You moaned against Chans cock, the vibrations making him groan. He reached down and grabbed a breast in his hand, squeezing it whilst Minho grabbed the other one, squeezing and flicking your nipple.

You was one cloud 9. Pleasure consuming your mind and body, clouding your mind. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, spilling down the side of your face as saliva pooled and spilt from the corners of your lips.

Your thighs began to tremble and tense, your bucking becoming sloppy and desperate. The knot in the pit of your stomach tightening. Minho knew you what was happening and continued to lick, suck and nibble on your cunt.

You pulled away from chan, grabbing a fistful of Minho's hair as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your orgasm hit you hard, you saw stars as your body tensed and shook, juices falling out off you and coating Minho's face. You panted as Minho pulled away, smirking and pleased with work. Chan watched in awe.

"Woah." Was all Chan could say. Minho rubbed your sensitive clit fast, your legs trembling more as your body convulsed.

"W-Wait, Minho, wait!" You tried to push his hand away from your sensitive clit but he pinned your hands above your head in one swift movement.

"Its okay kitten, you can do it." You whimpered, tears filling your eyes once again as you looked up at Minho. Your body grew hot, sweat coating your skin. Your legs trembled and threatened to close and Minho continued to rub your sensitive bud fast.

You felt the knot form in seconds. you gripped onto Minho's wrists, your nails digging into his skin harshly causing him to hiss in pain. Your back arched violently off the couch, your body trembling as you panted hard. Your juices spilling out and down your ass and onto the couch.

Minho removed his hand as you whimpered, clinging onto his t-shirt. He stroked your hair soothingly, hushing you and calming you down. your breathing became normal as you looked at minho

"Good girl, you did so well."

"Minho.." You whispered.

"Mhm?"

"Its not enough. i need more! please Minho." You begged causing him to chuckle.

"Well seeing as you did so well, how's about chan fucks you first and then me?" You nodded fast, the thought of being filled up with cock made you wetter. "Only if chan wants to though."

You both looked at the eldest man. His gaze fixated on what just happened, his mind failing to process it all. He was lazily stroking his cock, glancing at your sweaty body and fucked out face.

"Please channie. Please fill me up with your cock. i want to feel it deep inside me." You whined, giving your best doll eyes at him. Chan swallowed as he listened to your words before stripping completely.

You grinned as you watched him get in position, minho sitting on the separate chair to watch, stripping himself off his clothes.

"Is no protection okay?" Chan asked as he grabbed your thighs, opening them wide. You nodded before looking over at Minho.

"It is, isn't it Minho? Its okay if Channie fucks me raw right?" Minho nodded and hummed, giving his friend permission to fuck you however he liked.

"We all know you want to be fucked raw, kitten. You're greedy like that." You grinned at your boyfriend before your attention was turned to Chan who was lining himself up to your entrance.

"Ready?" you nodded.

"just stick it in me already! i want that fat cock in my greedy pussy, channie!" You whined. Chan groaned, slowly pushing himself inside you tight and wet pussy. You hissed at the stretch, the burn coursing through your body.

"Fuck – so tight!" Chan wasted no time and began to thrust fast and hard. Your eyes widen as silent moans left your mouth. Your pussy clenched around his cock, your velvety walls embracing and welcoming him. Your warmth encapsulated him and with each pull back, his cock became wetter and wetter with your juices.

You soon became got use to his size, pain turned to pleasure as sinful moans left your body. Chans hands gripped your thighs tight, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers on your delicate skin.

Your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, your pussy welcoming him ever time he pushed back in. You gripped onto Chans biceps, smirking in pure bliss.

"So good Chan. You fuck me so well. Keep going!" Groans mixed in with your moans as beads of sweat fell down Chan's temples, his eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts. Your hair was sticking to your forehead as your mouth hung open.

Pleasure was all you could feel and think about. your mind clouded and the ability to form sentences disappeared. You wrapped your legs around Chans waist, pulling him closer and deeper inside.

"Wait, i feel like I could cum." He groaned, his movements becoming sloppy.

"Its okay, let go. fill me up Channie." Chan lost it. His movements halted as his cock throbbed inside of you, emptying himself inside you, coating your walls. You loosened your grip on his legs as he pulled out, tugging his cock and emptying the rest on your chest and stomach

You hummed at the feeling, hot ropes of cum landing on your skin. You watched Minho wall towards you and smirking. He stroked your hair as Chan grunted, riding his high before stepping to the side, taking Minhos place on the separate chair.

"You better be ready, kitten. I'm not holding back."

You mewled at his words, watching him take Chans place between your legs. He gripped your hips and pushed himself deep inside you, Chans cum coating his own cock. Minho bottomed out in you, thrusting fast and powerful inside you as his skin hit your thighs, balls smacking against your ass.

Your back arched off the sofa, loud whimpers left your lips. You gripped Minho's forearms, nails digging into his skin. All it took was one realignment and he was hitting your sweet spot. You felt the tip of his cock in the pit of your stomach.

You couldn't handle it. it was so much pleasure all at once. Your pussy was overstimulated, pleasure running through your veins, your mind focusing on Minho. Background sounds became a blur, your vision blurred as you panted, toes curling.

"Look at you. Look at that face, dirty and laced with pleasure. You've already been fucked dumb, yet here you are, taking my cock so well." Minho tutted, leaning forward and resting his arms on either side of your head.

You was trapped in his warmth, skin coated in sweat as beads of sweat fell down his temples. His hair sticking to his forehead. "Yours such a dirty cum slut, aren't you, kitten?"

You nodded fast, mind not processing what Minho was saying. You just felt so good – too good.

"Good. Minho, so good." Minho hummed, stroking your swollen bottom lip with his thumb.

"Open, kitten." you opened your mouth. Minho spat in your mouth, a string of saliva landing on your tongue, coating it and mixing with your own saliva. "Swallow."

Minho watched you close your mouth and swallow. He hummed in satisfaction. "Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Are you mine, kitten?" You hummed and nodded once again.

"I cant hear you. Who do you belong to?"

"You! i belong to you Minho! i always have and i always will" You cried out. Minho hummed and smirked standing tall. His thrusts became more powerful. His hand coming to the pit of your stomach and pressing down, feeling his cock bulge against it. he grabbed you hand and did the same thing.

"You feel that? that's how deep i am inside you right now and soon, i will be filling you to the brim with my cum that it'll all spill out off you."

You whined at his words, pussy clenching around Minho. He grunted a few times as the knot formed for the third time that night.

"Minho – Cum." You managed to say.

"Cum kitten. Cum around my cock." The knot snapped as you squeezed your eyes shut. You saw stars as your orgasm took over your body. Your juices coating Minho's cock and lower half of his stomach as you let out loud whines and whimpers, body trembling.

Minho paused his movements, stroking your hair and hushing you to help calm you down. Your breathing resumed back to its normal state.

"You okay?" You nodded, slowly. The events of tonight slowly catching up to your body. "Im sorry kitten, but, just hang on, okay."

Minho resumed his powerful thrusts as you whined and whimpered loudly. Your pussy was oversensitive, the pleasure beginning to hurt. A few more thrusts and grunts and Minho soon filled you to the brim with his cum. His and Chan's cum mixing together inside you.

He pulled out once calm. You shivered as you felt it tricking out off you but you was too tired to care. Minho stroked your cheek gently, his soft and loving side showing.

"You okay? Was it too much?" He voice laced with worry. You laughed the best you could.

"No Minho. It was perfect." You closed your eyes. Your muscles felt tired, your mind exhausted as your throat and mouth were dry and sore. Chan rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water. He handed it to minho who opened it and gently lifted your head, supporting the back of it with his hand. He brung the bottle to your lips, tilting it slightly. The cold water coated your tongue and throat.

"You did well, baby."

"Im so tired, minho." You whispered.

"I know baby, i know, but we have to get you cleaned up. Then we can cuddle, watch some anime and order some takeout. jajangmyeon and fried chicken sound good?"

"That sounds perfect Minho." Your stomach growling at the thought of eating fried chicken and jajangmyeon. Your mouth practically watering.

"I'll fill the bath up for you, (Y/N)" Chan said, walking off toward the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks, looking at you "I didn't hurt you did i? i wasn't too rough, i hope. If I was, I'm sorry."

You chuckled, reassuring Chan that he didn't hurt you and that you enjoyed it – a lot. Your attention was turned to Minho when Chan disappeared into the bathroom

"Was you really jealous when you came home?"

Minho looked at you before answering. "I was a little, but i realised i have nothing to be jealous off." He wiped Chans cum off your breasts and stomach with his t-shirt as he spoke "but it was fun, i had a lot of fun and i hope you did too, kitten."

You hummed. "I did Minho. I enjoyed it a lot more than what i thought i would. It was exciting but now, I'm kinda hungry and sore so, takeout and chill sounds nice."

Minho laughed and agreed with you as Chan popped his head around the corner, claiming the bath was ready. Minho stood and picked you up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. You looked at Chan and winked as you passed him.

"You should join us more often, Channie."

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[nostromo13]

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rating: T

Summary: Following the Alvarez war, Natsu has to come to terms with a new reality.

Merry Christmas! I did this one for @endragoneel and I loved their prompts. I wish I'd had more time for it, but other commitments got in the way. I hope you love it regardless, Ever. I definitely want to write more on this topic in the future. Also a big thank you to @allaboutnalu for the mountain of effort that went into organizing the whole gift exchange <3

A little additional info: Cymorth, the title, is a Welsh word that translates to support/aid (thank you to the anonymous person who corrected me on what I previously thought it was! I really appreciated it as I’m rusty on my Welsh)

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Cymorth

“No, dipshit, side K should be on side 296. Wait, that can’t be right.” Gray grumbled, snatching up the instructions to take another look.

Natsu groaned. His hands hadn’t hurt this much since he’d thrown Zeref through the wall of the guildhall. Or maybe since waking up on Tenrou island and the sleep state had preserved not only him but all the cuts and bruises of the fight with Hades too. They’d been at this table and its gibberish instructions for hours, doing their part in the post Alvarez war rebuild by shaping up Magnolia’s library. The whole rebuild process taking way too long for his liking and aching palms were just adding to his impatience.

When Gray began to grumble again, he’d decided he’d had enough. He let the pieces he was holding together at a weird 79 degree angle drop to the floor, creating a loud bang that displeased his entire team and earned him a few choice words as he made his way over to Lucy’s bedroom.

He spied his girlfriend as he poked his head through her doorway, seeing that she was busy sorting through the piles of books torn down from the library shelves in the tremors caused by Acnologia’s attacks. The rest of their teammates had set up base in her living room, arguing through the instructions to build a new book returns table, the noise of which had sent her out to, as she put it, concentrate. He’d sat back from that argument for once, finding more enjoyment in observing since constructing things was not one of his strengths.

Feeling like she was a little too comfortable he readied himself for a sneak attack. Legs set to pounce, fingers ready to poke her relentlessly into annoyance and muscles primed to hold on until she either paid attention to him or Lucy kicked him for pestering her.

He took one step towards her, then another. Her back faced him and with every move closer he could feel the anticipation of how delicious this attack was going to be. Listening to Erza and Gray bark orders at Wendy, Carla and Happy all afternoon had his attention well and truly fried and more importantly his Lucy quota was severely deficient.

His attack progression paused for a moment as he caught himself up in the excitement of it. His partner was in front of him. Alive and safe, busy kneeled in a mountain of books that he was sure to be her happy place. He let out a quiet laugh to himself, foolishly giving the game away and attracting her attention.

Lucy turned her head to pay him a quick glance before returning to her work, speaking to him. “Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help me?”

“I’m bored.” He complained, rather like an impatient child. Or dragon slayer.

He joined her anyway, nudging a space for himself with his foot in the book pile with more carelessness than Lucy would appreciate. “If the table is done you could see what they’re doing at the guildhall. I have a few more hours of work before I’m done here tonight and I’m not sure how much fun you’ll find this, sorry.”

He gave her bedroom a glance for anything to distract himself while she worked, but nothing took his fancy after so many hours of a tedious task. His attention only really fell on who he’d come in here to distract. His girlfriend enjoyed little organisation jobs and appeared entirely content in the little book nest she’d messied the bedroom floor with.

In the few hours he hadn’t seen her Lucy had tied her hair up. It lay in a braid down her back, and pieces were slipping out each time she moved her head from the absentminded attempt to get her hair out of her face while trying to continue working at the same time.

With an audible “Hmph” Natsu sat himself down behind her. He tugged the hair tie gently so it fell into his hand and he got to work combing out any tangles with his fingers.

He felt her tilt her head slightly into his fidgeting, glad she hadn’t put up a protest and possibly gladder that he hadn’t gone through with his first approach of distracting her. As he worked through her hair and began braiding her features released the tense expression that she usually wore when she needed to concentrate. Lucy always looked a little upset when she did that and he could never quite wrap his head around the idea that she was perfectly okay, She had agreed that her resting face was one that did appear quite frowny, but she’d assured him she wasn’t really thinking of anything when she was like that.

“I’m bored.” Her brow creased as she held two books in her hand, looking between them, but she didn’t acknowledge his statement. “And I’m hungry.”

“Gray said he was going on a food run in a bit. Why don’t you go with him?”

“Don’t wanna go with him. He’s smelly.”

She chuckled a little, not wanting to encourage his insult. “I have too much to do. Go get food and I’ll join you when it’s here.”

He tied the end of her new braid off, letting it fall flat against her back and shuffled closer so his chin could rest on her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the fabric of one of his hoodies that lived here. “Take a break with me.”

She smiled, shaking her head.

“C’mon, you’ll strain your eyes.”

With a little huff of her own she began to stretch her legs, leaning against his chest comfortably as she did so. He tucked her head under his chin, meeting her eyes at an angle that made her giggle. “Pizza or Pad see ew?”

“Why do you get to choose?”

He stood as she moved, offering her a hand up off the floor. “Because it’s my turn. And only a few take out places have passed the damage checks.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “I want crepes.”

He hadn’t gathered the heart to tell her nowhere would be open at this time that did them when Gray dropped an agitated f-bomb from the adjoining room. Natsu laughed loudly with Lucy, hoping the ice freak could hear him through the wall.

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With a quick goodbye and collection of orders from their teammates, they set off down the canal streets to the centre of town where more food options were available. Lucy had opted for a jacket as the September air was now turning frigid and Lucy was the sort that if she didn’t have a hundred layers on in the colder months she’d complain until her fingers fell off. Except he’d never let that happen.

Her fingers met his as they walked, her pale hand clasping his tanned one together in an easy swing between them. It was a short walk to the town centre, and a small debate between the two ended them up at a small dumpling place being run out of the back of a pizza restaurant in an agreement made by two neighbourly owners for the time it took for Magnolia to rebuild.

“I’ve got Wendy some mango pudding.” She told him as she joined him standing outside the restaurant for their order to be prepared. “She liked it here last time, but it can be hit and miss.”

Natsu nodded, taking her hand back. Her skin felt cool in his, contrary to her having been inside moments ago, although his warmer temperature made it hard to tell sometimes. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m fine. It’s just chilly.”

She didn’t need to ask. He ran his arms up and down hers, pulling her closer so she could benefit off his body heat.

“It’s only 50 degrees.”

He laughed at her trying to pretend it wasn’t a big deal. It always felt like a big deal to him when she couldn’t handle the winter months as well as him. He hated the way it made her slow in the mornings and shower ten minutes longer each time. It was nice that it made her cuddle up to him more. She was less of a physically affectionate person, whereas he naturally drifted towards it. At least with her anyway. He’d identified a similar thought sometime around her birthday just before the war.

She gave into his warmth, thinking they probably appeared silly to anyone that looked at them both rubbing her arms.

“After the heat from your book everything just feels a bit mediocre in comparison.” She admitted jokingly between them. “Don’t look at me like that, Natsu. I didn’t mean it to worry you.”

“I always worry about you.” His eyes dropped from hers, looking at the thick coat on her shoulders. He’d ceased warming her arms, stopped her biceps.

“Food order for Lucy.” A waiter called out from the restaurant doors, holding out two full paper bags.

Natsu dropped his hold, grabbing the food with a “Thanks” before they set off back.

The roads were quiet this time of night, and the currently displaced citizens temporarily living in Onibus meant the place was even less populated. Magnolia wasn’t meant to be quiet. Natsu was used to there being a hundred different sounds to choose from every time they walked down the main streets. Now all he could hear was the canal beneath their feet under the bridge and Lucy struggling to adjust her hold on the dumplings.

“Give it here.” Liberating the bag, he paused as she protested. She glared, pouting unconscious of where the streetlights managed to shadow the top portion of her face, making it all the more funny to him.

“What?”

He smirked, showing a cheeky canine. “Nothing.”

“Can we go home then. I’m freezing my butt off out here.” She waddled on the spot in a little Lucy-warming-up dance, trying to produce some friction between her hands. He only responded by watching, making a face that didn’t require him to verbalise to call her a weirdo. “Natsu please it’s practically Baltic.”

“I wanna sit for a bit.”

“The food will get cold.”

He ignored her, dumping the bags by the bridge side and sitting on the stone ledge, letting his legs dangle freely. She may have huffed and puffed behind him in annoyance, but knowing if she had would have required him to put in the effort to turn around. “I’ll warm it up later.” He excused when she finally joined him.

They sat for a small while, taking in the pleasures of a calm September night. The rebuild effort was taking a lot out of everyone at the guild and sometimes Natsu just needed a moment. He thought that after the war forced their lives to stop as it raged through everything they called home he could take a few moments to appreciate it occasionally. Even if it meant food would wait five minutes.

Beside him Lucy swung her legs, leaning back to watch the stars, her teeth absentmindedly chewing on her lip. He hadn’t meant to start watching her, but she had a way of capturing his attention sometimes, and it surprised him when she suddenly spoke.

“Do you think about END?” Lucy asked, eyes still buried in the night sky.

He felt himself frown. It was a valid question; he just never knew where she got them from when she came up with stuff like this. Normally it was more along the lines of ‘What do you think sheep count to go to sleep?’ and not the existential sort. He nodded. “Not so much when I’m in the shower, but when I’m hungry I know he needs feeding.”

She smiled. “I get it if you don’t want to talk about it.”

Actually, she really didn’t get it. She’d analysed every bit of her life since they found out her partner was END to see any way she could relate to what he was going through. Finding out something so big so far down the line felt earthshattering to her.

“I guess it answered some questions for me.” He shrugged and she turned, listening with care. “I didn’t know there was a part of me out there in some book, but it doesn’t feel strange.” He paused before he continued with a new thought. “Like when they said I’ve got that dysleck- dyslexic what’s-it.”

“Dyslexia.”

“Yeah. And I didn’t know letters weren’t meant to look like that because that’s all I know. It’s not as if dragons get dyslexia, so how was Igneel supposed to have spotted it when he was teaching me.”

She hummed, understanding better.

“END doesn’t feel separate to me. I just feel a little less tied down.” Natsu corrected himself when worry graced her features. “Not tied down. Just… I think it’s the knowing now that I was tied to that thing, tied to Zeref when he’s the bastard that’s been causing us trouble for so long. I’m happy I got to pound his face into the ground.”

“Without him I never would have met you.” Lucy spoke with a small smile. “I know it’s wrong for me to think about it like that when the whole of Fiore has been affected by what he’s done. I can’t help but want to be a little selfish. Without you I-”

“I get it.” He interrupted accidentally in his eagerness to agree. “I haven’t exactly processed what he did or what he is meant to mean to me. I don’t care about rushing on that. It gave me a chance to meet you, and Happy and everyone else. I wouldn’t be me without ya.”

He gathered her into his hold, her arms holding tight around his neck. She pressed her nose into Natsu’s collar, inhaling his warmth as he stroked her hair. They sat like that for a few minutes. The only presence around them on the cold street whatever wildlife hadn’t been scared off or killed in the war.

Finally, he pulled away. “Did you find the book after you lost it?”

Lucy shook her head. “It disintegrated, Natsu. It shouldn’t be possible for it to turn up again.”

He didn’t like the way her mouth had settled into a sharp line. His skin pricked with anxiety as a wave of stress washed over him. “Does me being END bother you? Like, dating me?”

“What?” She didn’t drop the line, instead directing it more towards him. “Why would you think that? I-” She allowed herself to breathe, refocusing herself on the conversation. “I love you. I love every part of you.”

“Every part?” He grinned into an innuendo, achieving the look of dismay he sought from his girlfriend.

“If I do break up with you it’ll be over you saying stuff like that in public. Maybe I’ll shack up with Cana.” She quickly backtracked. “No actually, she’d be worse.”

“Like you making gooey eyes at my chest when we’re at the guildhall is any different? Besides,” He leaned in closer, his breath meltingly warm against her lips. “We’re not in public. There’s no one here.”

She felt a warm hand place on her thigh, stroking above her jeans, the surprise of it sparking the same feeling Natsu could always elicit from her. Lips pressed to her own, paying particular attention to where she abused the skin frequently as he continued kissing her. Lucy pressed her chest closer to his with a tug on his jacket. His hand came up to stroke her cheek, taking his lips away to smile down at her. She felt herself getting enchanted, and it took a good effort for her to steel herself, brushing his hand off and standing up, too aware of the sharp drop into water 2 inches of a footstep wrong. “If you’re going to do that it’s not going to be where any peeping Tom can get a free show from their curtains. We’ve got food to deliver, come on.”

He followed her off the edge, picking up their food before slinging an arm around her shoulders. Their delay in grabbing dinner had meant a very hangry Gray and several apologies from Lucy, but they did eventually get a Natsu-rewarmed meal.

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Natsu yawned as he shuffled out of bed, stretching his arms over his head as he made his way to the bathroom in the dark. He’d heard the hour beep on Lucy’s bedside alarm clock, and by his guess it was about 2 AM. Erza, Gray, Wendy and the exceeds had left around 10, leaving him to distract Lucy from the hundred more books she insisted needed sorting tonight. He had managed to coax her into another rewatch of How to Train Your Dragon. A movie he insisted was a cinematic marvel and later when Lucy had introduced the books to him a literary marvel too.

Upon leaving the bathroom he glanced over to his girlfriend passed out in the bed. She’d encroached onto his side in the few minutes he had taken to pee and, worrying it might’ve meant she was seeking his heat, he decided on fetching another blanket to throw on top of the small mountain she required.

He opened her chest of drawers first, finding none of the thicker sort she preferred, before opening her wardrobe. He lifted the first of the fluffy ones, gathering the large monstrosity over his shoulder as his eye caught on the object that had sat beneath the blanket.

It was a book. One with worn brown leather bound to a thick manuscript of papers. It had a patiently decorated boarder with a small sun facing down from the top. If he’d analysed it closely he maybe could have seen that it had been read and re-read many times, but his attention lay solely on the front cover, and the black painted-on font that read ‘E.N.D’.

#Nalu #Nalu Gift Exchange #Nalu Gift Exchange 2023 #END #Fairy Tail

[chaoticloving]

talentless

harry styles x actress!reader

summary: harry gets advice on how to deal with criticism from y/n. y/n reflects back to when harry helped her. masterlist

warning: talks of rude people and parents, drinking

word count: 1.4k

a/n: yes, i’m alluding to a matilda fic. I would never forgive myself so not take the opportunity. but before that i’m def gonna build up their relationship more aka angst!! yay!! and like normal this is apart of the SOH universe but you don’t need to read that to understand this fic.

April, 2015

“How do you deal with criticism?”

It was late at night when Harry asked Y/n. They were in her bathroom, doing their nightly skin care routine—more like Y/n actually doing it, and Harry blowing the suds off his hands from his cleanser onto his girlfriend—and looking forward to going to bed after a busy day.

Y/n halted her movements, looking over to her boyfriend who got suspiciously quite a couple seconds ago. She missed his laughter.

She sighed. She wanted to yell at him, ask him why in his five years of in the spotlight he decided to look himself up; it’s the first rule of fame, never look yourself up—especially on twitter. But she knew that yelling wouldn’t help him, it would just make things worse.

“I-I don’t have to.” She tells him. “If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist to me.”

Harry, sitting on the bathroom countertop, looks at his hands laying in his lap. He doesn’t move, it almost looks like he’s not breathing too.

“But I know that’s not what you want to hear.” She lays her hand on his, holding it and rubbing her thumb across his skin soothingly. Harry looks up, eyes watery and soft. “Let’s cuddle.”

She pulls him along behind her. Y/n removed the covers and gestures for Harry to get in which he gladly does. Harry’s love language has always and will forever be touch, nothing sexual, just loving touches make him feel loved and that’s all he really needs right now.

Y/n gets in behind him, being the big spoon tonight as Harry turns to hug Y/n from the front.

“You know I love you right.” She mumbles, her hand going to stroke Harry’s hair. Harry hums and she takes that as the sign to go on. “And you also know I’m not the best at taking criticism.”

After being together for three years, Y/n has slowly let Harry into her personal life in bits and pieces. But after a stressful night of work and with an added bit of drinking, Y/n had revealed to never being able to deal with criticism at all due to her extreme perfectionism. It was a real heart to heart conversation, one that will always be important to Y/n.

…

The bottle feels far to light for Y/n’s taste. She needs more vodka, a hard and biting drink is suiting for this situation, but she can’t seem to get the courage to get up.

Her phone has been buzzing a lot too, but like the unopened drink in the cabinet, she can’t seem to get up to answer it.

The ringing stoped for a bit. She didn’t know to feel relieved or saddened. She felt alone—something that always happens when she flies to the States for filming and interviews—even though she has some friends that she was filming with.

Gone Girl was an amazing film to star in. She was happy and successful but she just can’t shake what was going on.

She recently got a call from her parents. Obviously, she let it go to voicemail, but that’s stop her from listening to it.

And that’s why she’s on the floor now, of her New York flat drinking and finishing a bottle of mediocre vodka, wanting to cry but just can’t form the tears.

She hears banging on the door, Y/n’s head snapping over to the sound. The mystery person is all the encouragement she needs for jumping up, throwing the bottle away and getting a price of gum. But her plans are foiled when the door opens, and a familiar British voice fills the room.

“Love?” Harry calls out, holding the keys you gave him to the flat as he walks further in. He sees her, catching her red handed as she dumps the bottle in the trash, face blotchy and her whole body language on edge. Anxiety quickly creeps in. He doesn’t like seeing her like this, and can’t help but be a little scared. “What’s wrong.”

Harry was luckily in New York at the same time as Y/n was there to film some interviews. She didn’t know their time would overlap, but Harry wouldn’t be damned if he couldn’t see her. He had heard nothing from her end which was never a good thing; coupled with Harry’s anxiety, he came as soon as he could.

“Nothing.” She lies. Harry hates the smile she puts on—the one that reserved for interviews and red carpet phots, the fake one.

Harry hugs her, rubbing his hand on his back to sooth her. She lets him. “Please don’t lie.”

“I, I got a call from my parents today.” She hesitates to continue, but a kiss on the head begs her to keep going—to let it all out. “They were ‘critiquing’ me like normal. They said some stuff, about how my skills aren’t as good as they should be. It—“ She took a deep breath, still refusing to let a tear come out. “I just shouldn’t of listened to my voicemail.”

“No, you shouldn’t of.” Harry agrees. He pulls back, still holding onto her. “You know you’re better than them. You know your perfect. You know that you are all you need to be.”

…

“You know you’re better than them, You know you’re perfect. You know you’re all you need to be.” Y/n echoed him. She said it with the same passion and tenderness as her boyfriend said to her. It’s what he needed to hear.

“Oh yeah? Who came up with that.” Harry scoffed, joking, which is always a good sign.

“My boyfriend.” She hummed. “He’s so good with words like that. What ever comes out of his mouth is like some sort of magic.”

“Sound like a catch.” Harry said, arms wrapping around Y/n a little tighter and getting a face full of boob in the process.

“He is.” She agreed. “He’s also really pretty, talented, and the sweetest human ever.”

“Is he sexy?”

“Super sexy.” She told him, giving him a kiss. They sit in silence for a bit, Harry listens to Y/n heartbeat go, and Y/n plays with Harry’s hair.

“Hey H?” Y/n asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

“What did you read?” She said slowly, she needed to specifically know what nonsense was set about her perfect boyfriend now, and in what ways she needs to remind him about how perfect he is.

“They said I was talentless.” A pause. “Going back to only getting through the X-factor with needing a band to only being famous from being with the guys.” He admitted. “They said if I was really talented, that I would leave like Zayn, and start my own music career.”

Y/n gulped. She of course talked to Harry about what Zayn’s departure ment for One Direction, and it was planned that a much deserved break would happen soon. But it was fairly obvious that they weren’t getting back together. Harry was scared to go off on his own, but Y/n had of course floated the idea of writing his own songs and performing alone, just Harry Styles.

“What if I go solo and I fail?” His voice cracked, squeezing Y/n so tight she had scoot squeeze his hand back.

“Harry, can I admit something?” She didn’t wait for a response. “I read your notebook.”

Harry shot up and looked at Y/n like a dear caught in the headlights.

The notebook had songs, personal songs, Harry was writing. And they all had one thing in common: they were about her. Who else could Harry write about love and passion then his girlfriend? The love of his life? He had no other muse then her, she was perfect.

“Those songs, Harry.” She stroked his cheek. “They’re so good Harry.”

He smiles, overjoyed with her praise. “You’re not just saying that?”

“When I run out of road, you bring me home.” She recited, the line unable to leave her head for the past couple of months since she stumbled across the notebook.

“Sweet Creature.” Harry murmured, slowly going back to his previous position. “You like it?”

“Yup.” She assures. “Expect when you call me stubborn. I am not—“

“You are so stubborn, don’t even try.” They both giggled and kissed, happy and content.

“But seriously, you have nothing to worry about my love. You will do amazing things.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She kissed his head, causing a soft groan to come from Harry. “You are going to do amazing things.”

“So are you.”

...

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[ootron]

i also thought i would post some process pics of going from my concept art to the actual doll with aria so i am gonna post some progress shots and some details below the cut! definitely a huge learning curve for me despite all the doll customizers i have watched but will take those lessons into the future... i am hoping to make signet next :^)

so i started with this licca-chan friend head (i don't know her name at all unfortunately, i thought it was a jenny head initially but it's definitely not) and completely rerooted her with some pink nylon hair... i chose nylon because i wanted to make it wavy but i may have picked saran in retrospect (to make the hair wavy and curl the bangs i had my gf braid the hair and wrap the bangs around a straw, then boil washed it! worked great)

then i repainted! or well, repainted some of her face after wiping off parts w acetone... i was hesitant to use mr super clear because it's quite toxic so i used brush on liquitex matte varnish which i am not going to use in the future because it truly gives no grip for pencils, and you can't use anything waterbased like gouache paint or watercolor pencils.... but i redrew her eyebrows, lips, and added some extra eye shine. i thought the face was the perfect retro anime look as is otherwise

then the accessories! i made her a little headset frankenstined out of two different doll headsets (including a very phallic looking mic part LOL) sculpted over a bit with some air dry clay and painted, and her heart shaped guitar which was entirely built from scratch using air dry clay, cardboard, and some string (you can also see the headset pre-painting). she also has some clear sci fi goggles but those were just a barbie piece i brushed some UV resin with glitter over to make it extra sparkly

(thank you kip for demonstrating size)

the arm was sculpted a bit with air dry clay as well, then painted silver... the gold ended up clashing too much w the outfit hence the color change. i also used dye to dye the joints black because paint would not stay on them

i also switched the arm sides someone despite checking SEVERAL times to make sure it was the right side. directions are not my strong point. aria left handed AU.

and finally the outfit! OH my god this was the part that made me almost quit and made it take so long. i had to figure out the jumpsuit pattern from scratch, and the fabric is stretchy which made trying to get the heart cut out to stay in place impossible. you actually can't put the jumpsuit on her without taking her head and arms off because i decided to have it close at the bottom for Some Reason. the boots were fun though! the bottoms are from a pair of jenny boots that i painted blue and then glue the fabric part on to.

and the jacket. WHY did i decide to work with such a crazy material (for aesthetics). it was essentially just slightly flexible fabric and not very good at draping at all, so there was a lot of frustration trying to attach the collar and shoulder pads (i ended up just using some extra strong clear tape haha). the jacket is literally why i stopped working on this for like 2 months. but i conquered it eventually

and thats the overall process! fun and i have learned my lesson in what kinds of materials to use. excited to work on another project soon :) !!

#friends at the table #counter/weight #aria joie #my art #shoutouts to dollightful who i have watched for years and years. so many helpful tutorials lol

[misosick]

dirty little secret - find out games you don't wanna play | bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader, ??? x reader

genre: uni!au, predebut/idol!au, manager!reader, slow burn

chapter warnings: crying, inappropriate times for jokes, massive chat, cliff hanger?!?!?

word count: 1k-ish

author notes: cheeky unannounced hiatus? why not! hope you enjoy this tho <3

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Chan heard someone just outside of the studio. He heard the rustle of clothes before the gentle slide of paper under the door. It wasn’t loud at all, but just enough for him to notice it over the song he was working on. He rolls his chair over to pick up the piece of paper that had appeared and unfolds it carefully to be able to read what it said.

“7pm…” Chan glances over to the corner of his computer screen. 6:37pm. You would be leaving in 23 minutes. He hasn’t showered in days. He smells like shit and looks even worse. But, if he doesn’t talk to you now, he’s not sure he’ll ever get the chance to. Thank god for the emergency supply of baby wipes and deodorant he’s whipping out of his drawer to tidy himself up a bit. He lifts his cap to tidy the hair under it before replacing it and leaving his studio, his heart thumping in his chest.

Chan had started to avoid you after his… discussion with Felix. He didn’t really intend to, but he couldn’t bear facing you after what Felix had told him. It made perfect sense that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings between how he treated you when you were together and how he treated you when you started working at JYP; but he can’t help feeling as heartbroken as he does. He thought he’d finally had the chance to win you back, only to find out you were attracted to his best friend. He loves Felix, but he didn’t really want to hear about your crush on Jisung from him.

He stands in front of the door to your office, his hands trembling as he reaches for the handle. Chan hesitates as thoughts of everything going wrong flood his mind. He can’t do this. He already fucked up. He’s got no right to beg for forgiveness. A sliver of hope remains, though: what if you do forgive him? What if you’ve spoken about it to someone, anyone, and decided it’s worth another try? That thought alone is what pushes him to open the door – at 6:54pm.

“I’m literally just about to leave, this better be importa- Chan… you came.” You’re busy stuffing things into your bag, about to leave, when you hear someone walk in, only lifting your head to give whoever walked in a lecture about professional boundaries. You freeze the moment you meet his eyes. At about 6:45pm, you’d figured he probably wasn’t going to show, and that you were going to have to hand in your resignation sooner rather than later anyway, but here he was.

“You said to come talk to you… I’m so sorry. For everything.” Chan manages to get out out, but his voice is broken, as if he hadn’t used it in a few days – and judging by the fact he was still in the same clothes you had last seen him in, maybe he hadn’t. You have to stifle a laugh.

“God, you sound like shit. Here, drink some water, I can’t have my artist ruining his voice before awards season.” You pull a bottle of water out of the mini fridge under your desk before taking a seat on the couch in your office. The air is thick, your hands are shaking as you pass him the water bottle, and he sits on the edge of the couch as he drinks it.

“So… a lot happened this week, huh?” You open the conversation, running a hand through your hair as Chan clears his throat awkwardly. He can only nod slowly, humming in agreement as he sets the bottle down by the couch.

“Where do I even start… I’m sorry it took me so long.” Neither of you are entirely sure what he’s referring to, but neither of you have the courage to address it.

“Jisung came over the other night, he said you and Felix have been avoiding each other?” You frown at him, knowing how much he loved his younger Australian brother, and how they were avoiding each other because of you. He winced a little at the mention of Jisung.

“Yeah… I kinda snapped at him when… you know… I fucked up.” He sighs, making a mental note to apologise to Felix once he had finished up at the company for the night. You don’t push that topic any further.

“Felix said you have a crush on Jisung? I understand why, he’s kind, he’s funny, he wasn’t a dick to you when you started working for us…” Chan clears the lump from his throat – he knows Jisung well enough to know that you and him would work well together.

“Ah… he really did tell you everything… Felix isn’t entirely right. I actually told Jisung when he was at my place, but he… he rejected me.” You could see Chan’s shoulders relax as the words left your mouth, only to tense up again.

“He… he didn’t upset you, did he?

“He was really nice about it, and I guess he helped me realise something.” Straightening your shoulders, you take Chan’s hands into your own, rubbing the top of them gently.

“You are the biggest asshole I know, Chris. You broke up with me because you didn’t want to be ‘tied down,’ then did the one and only thing I wanted to do with you with whoever she was a month later. The day I started working for JYP, you yelled at me, beat me down, called me useless in three different languages, you refused to even give me the time of day. You were so hellbent on either getting rid of me or keeping me as far away as possible. I should hate you for how many times you’ve hurt me.” Chan’s vision blurs, hot tears threatening to coat his cheeks.

“But if you’re the biggest asshole, I’m the biggest idiot. I’d be lying if I said I don’t still have feelings for you. I never stopped having feelings for you. I’m not saying everything’s okay and we can be all lovey-dovey again, but if you’re willing to put the work in, I’m willing to do the same. I want to give us another chance.”

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[kmze]

Finally decided to do a TVD rewatch now that the 'verse is complete. Since I know how everything ends I thought it would be interesting to see how I react with that knowledge. Curious if my feelings might change about characters, ships, storylines etc. (obviously I am fully aware there's going some bias).

Adding my thoughts after I complete the half-way mark of each season (there is simply too many episodes to do a recap of each one). I am talking to the void mostly here but feel free to leave comments, thoughts on my posts for those who still follow me or just find this post. However, I am not here to argue, I simply DO NOT CARE whatever you think is right totally, please leave me alone.

Recaps tagged with k rewatches tvd

S1 Episodes 1-11

I am loving the dark atmosphere of the first season, feeling so much nostalgia! Nice to go back in time to when vampires were scary on this show. That's not really criticism because every supernatural show goes through this. The big bad must always be upped as it goes on but it was nice when the stakes were lower and the mythos was being developed.

Damon makes me feel so uncomfortable so far... I know he was the 'villian' for most of the beginning of the season but his treatment of Vicki and Caroline is just so predatory and gross. Which brings me to...

WHY HAS NO ONE GIVEN CAROLINE A GOD DAMN VERVAIN NECKLACE ALREADY!!! Stefan and Elena both know Damon was using her (and they know damn well he hasn't stopped). Her Mom has the vervain to give her and just has not for no reason!! GET AWAY FROM HER ALREADY! I got so mad when Damon was compelling her AGAIN in the 10th episode. I'm so glad she outlives them all, justice for my baby!

I'm sorry but Stefan is so creepy and self-righteous in the beginning, I remembered this but did not remember how bad it was. Also he did not need to kill Vicki, that pissed me off. I don't think it did as much when I first watch this (mind you that was literally 14+ years ago) but just knowing how freely everyone neck-snaps around here it was bullshit. His one cool moment remains when he told Logan he can't walk in the sun. The manipulative way he used Elena’s adoption to get her to forgive him had me rolling my eyes (then of course she used it against Jenna to get out of trouble lol).

I can't remember who the other vampire is who turned Logan, I'm thinking its Pearl's henchman but yeah I don't remember that part. I also didn't remember the crystal so I like that some of this is like a 'mystery' again.

I did remember that I thought Tyler was such a dick in the first season and yeah confirmed. Though now I remembered his Dad was an abusive piece of shit. Still, fuck Tyler for now.

Alaric looks so different I don't hate him (yet).

I still hate Matt #bias

The progression of Bonnie realizing her powers has been well done, again nice to just see the simple magic again. (Stefan totally wanted to bang Sheila back in the day... maybe they did)

Jeremy just met Anna and I still love them, I wish they got more time. They were the only 'ship I like in this season when it first aired.

The Bonnie, Elena and Caroline friendship is nice but I am annoyed they haven't done more to protect Caro from Damon. Especially when she doesn't know what's going on and they do (though Bonnie only just got all the deets). This might be magnified by my love of Caroline I admit but I hate the prop-y way she's being used so far.

I kinda rolled my eyes at the whole Katherine/Damon/Stefan stuff before Elena knew they were vamps because OMG Stefan is 17(!!!) Does no one thinks it's weird he's like "it was a long time ago" A LONG TIME AGO LIKE WHEN YOU WERE 12?! They should have made him at least 20, just bothers me.

I liked that not every vampire had a daylight ring and it was more of a novelty. That is something that could have stuck more in the later seasons.

Lines that made me laugh:

Caroline: Yeah, Elena wasn't so lucky today. It's only because you missed summer camp. God, I don't know how you're ever going to learn the routines. (Bonnie offers to help her) I guess we can put her in the back. (all right in front of Elena lmao oh Caroline never change)

Caroline: So, Elena...how long do you think this fight with Stefan's gonna last? Is it...like a permanent thing? (eyes on the prize baby! lol)

Stefan: (imitating Damon) Now that the secret society of vampire haters is off our back, I can go back to my routine of how can I destroy Stefan’s life this week. (never gets old!)

Damon: *shoots Logan with wooden bullets* Payback's a bitch, isn't it? (all in the delivery here lmao kudos to Ian)

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[mjlovescm]

Snip, snip, Mike Wheeler

a/n: I've never written for Mike before unsure if I ever will again tbh but here's this ig.

This could go one of two ways, one, Mike gets to keep his long hair and gets to rock a clean set of bangs. Or two, Mike gets left with an attempt at bangs. Either way, this was partially a bad idea, and he was going to remind you every ten seconds that it was. 

“This is a bad idea.” Mike says as you push him into the bathroom. “This is a really bad idea.” 

“Seriously, how many times are you gonna say that, just trust me, okay.” 

“Trust you.” His voice was laced with fear, but he wasn't trying to leave the bathroom. “Have you ever even cut hair before.” 

“Yea.” 

You flashed him a suspicious grin, hoping he wouldn't question you beyond that. But being skeptical Mike, of course he did.

“What, when you were six.” 

“No…” You were quick to respond. “When I was seven.”

Quickly, a concerned expression took over his face. Ignoring it, you ran and got scissors.

“I promise that I'll be careful and that you'll look good.”

You softened your eyes and pulled out a very sad and very fake pout. With a sigh and roll of his eyes, Mike took a seat on the closed toilet. Slowly, he peeled off the 'thinking cap' that he'd stolen from Dustin. His long black hair flowed from the hat like a dark river, immediately overshadowing his pale, lightly freckled skin. You expected it to stop at his cheek bones or at his jaw, but it didn't. Instead, settling at the back of his neck ends touching his shoulders.  

“Woah.” 

It was all you could muster. He'd been growing it out for a while. Unsure what to do with it beyond hats and ponytails that he never let you see. 

“Yea, my dad said I either find something to do with it or it's back to the middle school cut.”

He spat the word “middle school” out as if he wasn't a middle schooler only months ago. 

“I liked the middle school cut.” You said with a false frown as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

Surprisingly, Mike stayed silent, unsure how to react to your compliment. You chuckled at his silence, it was always a win to get Mike to shut up.  

“Ready.” You said, excited, holding the scissors to your chest. 

He stayed silent, so you just decided to take it as a yes. Releasing your braids from the hair tie keeping them together, you parted a triangle section out the front of his hair using a rat tooth comb before tying the rest up. 

“Above or below the eyebrows.” You ask, combing the section flat. 

“What's the difference?” 

“Well, if I cut below, you'll probably have to flat iron it or go to school looking like those big white and gray dogs.” 

Your explanation, although it made perfect sense, was for some reason confusing to Mike, so he settled for above. Already seeing the future dog comparisons from Max. The sound of little snips and the feeling of his hair falling into his lap made Mike's anxiety spike. But as the dark curtains fell, Mike's anxiety seemed to subside.  A light pink blush dusted his cheeks as he watched your changing expression while you continued to cut, smiling at how obviously undecided you were. 

“How bad does it look?” Mike asked, eyes still on you. 

“Not too bad, probably my best work” You gloated as you brushed away the pieces of hair that found themselves stuck to mike. 

“Yea right.” He said, playfully rolling his eyes.

“I'm serious.” You insisted. “You look great.” 

You told him genuinely with a smile that matched, and although he was still skeptical, Mike took a breath and smiled back. After you quickly ran the rat tooth comb through Mike's new bangs, he stood and took a look in the mirror. He opened his mouth, and it hung for a moment, he just needed a minute to take it in, his new look. 

“Do you like it ?” You asked, lips still holding that sweet smile. 

Mikes eyes shifted in the mirror from his bangs to you, and he can't help but put on a fake face as he sees how proud you are of yourself. 

“Yea, it's a- it's good.” He nodded, adding to his lie. 

“Really?” 

“Yea, I love it.” 

You practically jumped for joy, pressing a quick kiss to Mike's darkening cheek. It was obvious he had mixed emotions about it, but it was still thoughtful of him to play along. 

“See, I told you, you'd look good.” 

Masterlist ;)

#black fem reader #mjlovescm #stranger things #he def did his bangs himself #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x black!reader

[sanversandfriends]

Sanvers fans know her from her amazing contributions of art and fic to the Big Bang, but @morganastorm24 is also a multi-talented writer and artist for multiple ships in the DC universe. She also has love of everything Lois Lane. In honor of the Planet's star reporter, we've asked her to share a glimpse into her writing process. Thanks, Morgana!

Tell us a little about yourself. How did you get started writing fic? Have you written for other fandoms? What are your favorite tropes?  

I've been writing for as long as I can remember - even longer according to my mum. I've always loved creating stories and would sit with my teddies and toy horses, reading them stories (even before I could read, because that's what pictures are for, right? Telling a thousand words and all that). For my 6th or 7th birthday, I apparently asked for a "really nice writing set and an even nicer book to write in". I was given a ring binder with plastic pockets, a notebook and a pencil case full of stationery. I still have that ring binder to this day, though it's not filled with all my random childish scribbles like it once was. 

I started writing fanfiction not long after Star Wars: Attack of the Clones came out. That's the earliest fanfic I can remember writing, anyway. I wrote Anakin and Padme's adventures after they got married, and then when rumours started flying about what was going to happen in Episode 3, I wrote my very first "fix it fic" by finding a way to keep Padme alive (as I couldn't bear the thought of my favourite character dying). Most of those very early fics never left the pages of the notebooks they were scrawled in and nobody else ever saw them (thank god!), but it wasn't until I started reading fanfiction online that I realised I could actually do that too - share my ideas with the world. I dabbled a little in fanfic for the tv show Casualty (a British medical drama), had more success with Doctor Who, wrote some more Star Wars, then Merlin and eventually (and most recently) Supergirl (with a dash of other DC). 

What were your inspirations for this particular story? What was it about this/these ships that grabbed you?

This fic was born of a single image - namely Chyler first revealing that she was going to wear a black and blue super suit and become Supergirl for one episode. That image alone was enough to get my mind racing with possibilities and ideas of how it might come to pass. I have to be honest and say I stopped watching the show after the Crisis stuff, so I've never actually seen her episode as Supergirl, but maybe that's a good thing? At least this way I know that my version of her is different and unique.

I am and always will be a huge Sanvers stan, but there's something so appealing about AgentCorp as well, and the show really dropped the ball when they wouldn't let Alex and Lena be together. They're an interesting and dynamic pairing - they share interests, are both huge science nerds and yet so completely different that its great fun writing them both together.

As for Lois and Kara - that one literally came out of nowhere and took me by surprise. I'd never intended for it to happen, and yet now that it has, I'm wondering why I never thought of it sooner!

Has the time spent away from your story changed your outlook or approach to any of the storylines or themes? Have you had any new inspirations or breakthroughs/revelations in the meantime? 

Absolutely. I got to a point with the fic where it had grown stale, and I was constantly hitting up against a wall with no idea how to get around it, or to power through it. So, I walked away from the fic and decided to focus on other WIPs and new creations instead. Coming back to it now, I've been able to see everything with fresh eyes, and I can see not only where I was going wrong before, but also a way to fix it. Changing the villain, adding characters, getting rid of redundant plot threads and adding more relevant pieces has really helped to get this work to a place where finally, I can see the finish line and I know I'm going to make it. That's a huge relief, considering where I was 2 years ago when I first started writing it.

Any advice for new or aspiring fic writers?

Never give up. No matter how hard it might be, just put words on a page. It doesn't matter how rubbish they are, as my BFF always says, "You can't edit a blank page." Let yourself suck, let yourself write horrendously. It's all good practice. Even if those words never leave your notebook or the document on your computer, they've taught you something, they've helped you to improve, so be proud of them.

Writing is also a bit like a painting. Not even Da Vinci or Van Gogh sat at his easel and created a masterpiece on his first try. There's the initial sketches to plan out the idea. That's your plot or summary. Then you add basic blocks of colours. That's your first draft. From then on, you work away slowly, adding details, shading, contouring...those are your second, third, fourth drafts. Keep revising and editing as much as you need - there's no right or wrong number of times you should be doing it. Because each time you do, you're adding more detail to your masterpiece. And what you end up with is a work of art.

One final piece of advice... writing is not a solo event. All those times a writer is depicted sitting along, tapping away at a keyboard or scribbling in a notebook, it's so misleading. Get yourself a writing buddy. DKGwrites and I are best friends, we met through fanfiction (and I'm eternally grateful for that everyday). We have regular writing sessions together, and ok it's 90% messing around, distracting one another, talking utter nonsense or throwing random videos and links to each other, but that 10% when we do actually behave and get down to the task at hand, it's so much more fun writing together than it ever is when we try to write alone. Silliness aside, we help one another, bounce ideas off one another, motivate and encourage one another, and it's the best thing ever. So find yourself a writing buddy, and have a blast!

If you were going to promote this fic with a single line, what would it be? 

What if Supergirl was a badass redhead called Alex Danvers?

We'll have more about her artwork in the coming weeks, but in the meantime, check out her work on A03!

#Supergirl #Finish the Fic #AgentCorp #Kaois #Lois Lane

[beatrice-otter]

questions for fic writers: 7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

Oooh, good question! I love worldbuilding. This is not all the worldbuilding I'm proud of, it's just the ones that popped into my head as I was thinking about this question. (I've been writing fanfic for 20 years or thereabouts, so I don't always remember everything I've written even if I really like it.)

In Juno's Lands. (Stargate SG-1, gen, Daniel & Teal'c) This story comes from two places. One is the artwork it was made for (it's a reverse big bang piece) and the other is my ongoing frustration with how white all people in the Stargate galaxy are. These people are supposedly descended from North Africans kidnapped through the Stargate 10k years ago, why aren't more of them black? Yes, they're Egyptians, and most modern Egyptians are fairly light-skinned; but that's the result of successive waves of conquest from the Greeks to the Romans to the Arabs to the Europeans. So I decided I was going to have Daniel and Teal'c marooned on a planet where the locals were as dark-skinned as they ought to be by rights. I was frustrated by a lack of sources available to me in English in the time I had to write the story, so most of the worldbuilding isn't based on any particular North African tribes, but I was able to get at least the names and some of the language. And the economy and village life and temple functioning were based more on "okay, but how would the sort of stuff we usually see in Goa'uld-owned planets actually work?" and my long-ago history degree than anything else.

From Castle to Palace. Beauty and the Beast/French History RPF. Figuring out how to fit the Beast into real French history was fun, and then figuring out "so what would be going on in the French court at this time, and how would people react to Belle, what would her options be?" was even more fun. I wrote all 17k of it in like a week or so, because the ideas just kept coming. If I'd known more about Revolutionary France, or had more time to research (it was a Yuletide treat), it would have gone longer, I had all these vague ideas for how having the Beast as king instead of the guy who was (in real life) King Louis XVI would change things, especially with Belle there as an advisor.

The Genetics Factory. Criminal Minds/SG-1, Derek Morgan. So this one started with me watching that CM episode where Derek holds little Henry (I think it was Henry? idek, it was years ago) and deciding that he would be a great dad, and how could we accomplish that, and my main fandom was SG-1 at the time, so this melded with some Thoughts I was having re: the Trust/Evil NID. To wit: getting people with the Ancient Gene is really fricking important for the safety of the planet and the ability to exploit Ancient technology, and the Trust/Evil NID has already demonstrated their willingness to do Evil Mad Science on humans. How might these two facts combine? If the Trust/Evil NID were going to make a baby factory to produce people with the Ancient gene, how would that work? And then once I had that answer, I added Derek Morgan, and voila!

Keshta'shivau. Star Trek AOS, Spock/Nyota. This was inspired by me reading a lot of stories about Spock and what the Vulcans were doing and how that would affect his relationships, and getting annoyed because none of the worldbuilding fit with my ideas of Vulcans. So I did my own! This is heavily influenced by the Star Trek TOS novels of the 80s and 90s, especially the ones by Diane Duane. (Spock's World was formative, for me.) So I extrapolated from that to "what does that mean for Vulcans after their homeworld has been destroyed?"

#ask meme #fanfic #fanfiction #star trek #criminal minds #stargate

[regallibellbright]

[ID: Five pictures of a crocheted amigurumi doll of Namine from Kingdom Hearts. The first shows her full body. The second shows a closeup of her face, while the third and fourth show embroidered and crocheted four-pointed stars on the straps of her sandals. The fifth shows her sitting on a bookcase next to matching dolls of Lea and Xion, in their outfits from the ending sequence of Kingdom Hearts 3. End ID]

All right, I like doing full writeups, so even though I detailed a lot of how I made Namine already, I wanted to put it all in one place and include some detail shots I took. I'd decided back at the start of this project somewhere between February 2019 and summer 2020 that I wanted to make a doll of Namine as part of the set, which is why my standard tag is "Twilight Town Amigurumi" instead of something ice cream-related. I didn't think too much about when I would do her - Roxas's difficulty intimidated me, so he'd be towards the end, Xion I knew would be first because she's my absolute favorite (by which I mean, I made her IMMEDIATELY after we finished 3 and planned the rest after,) and Isa would go last because I don't have as strong feelings about him, but Lea and Namine were both sort of nebulous timing-wise.* Well, I ended up doing Lea second, and then I got tendonitis for the next two years and couldn't crochet nearly as much as I had before. But I wanted and fully intended to get back to this project eventually. And finally, last year, the time felt right. Semi-technical details under the cut!

* Sorry to Hayner, Pence, and Olette, but I only have so much space and these dolls take MONTHS to make since I'm doing their patterns from scratch, so I have to feel REALLY strongly about a character or their design to commit to it. Honestly I'm probably going to do some other stuff between Roxas and Isa just for variety.

I completely understand the desire for Namine to have a new outfit that's not a very simple sundress which she's been wearing since 2004, but also, this was very fortunate to me specifically, getting back into the swing of things. Her design is so simple that I could get used to making things again and then decide to get more complex as I went - her sandals, for example, were originally flat, before deciding midway through that no, heels would be doable, and I wanted the challenge. I completed one version of her hair entirely before getting a better idea that I wanted to test out before trying on Roxas and his VERY nice yarn. I knew going in that they'd be the hardest parts - the only question with her dress was how I'd attach it, really - so I let myself do a lot more experimenting as I felt up to it.

Both of those also include a LOT of sewing. For her sandals, for example, the sole of the shoe is actually the base of her foot, with a color change after the first few rounds done in back loops only. Once the legs were done, I added a border around the front loops to cover that they're all one piece, and that ended up being my attachment point for the three straps, each of which had its own yarn ends to weave in at the end. Plus two more for the heel, attached via the same method and surface crochet. And THEN, finally, you get to the stars. The crocheted pair were made with a very small hook and embroidery floss, and then the same embroidery floss was used to make the embroidered stars on the straps.

Her hair's made up of something like eight different sections sewn overtop a circular yellow "cap" sewn to her head. Each of the long sections (the one behind her back and the one over her shoulder) is its own distinct piece, and then the three central strands of her bangs are another, but virtually everything else is a separate piece from the others. It was a lot of work to make and even more to assemble, but I'm glad I did - it looks fantastic, with much more depth and messiness than it would have as a single piece, and I'm going to be using the same strategy for Roxas's spikes not too far down the line. Good to know it works. Also, in the process I picked up half-treble and treble crochet firmly.

I'd noticed some oddities when I was making her body and legs with how many rounds things were taking relative to the old notes I'd taken on the first two dolls, and the shape of Namine's shoulders in particular, but I figured it was a side effect of me taking VERY makeshift notes on Xion (as I hadn't planned on setting the project aside for two years and had only vaguely planned on making other dolls at all) and Lea's proportions being a bit taller and thinner. It wasn't until I tried to make ears, followed the pattern exactly, and realized they didn't look right that I realized what had happened - I'd been making Namine on a 4 mm hook, when the past two dolls were made on a 3.5, and this difference in gauge changed the size and shaping by extension. This made for a little trouble with the dress - what I'd planned for a more rounded body was trickier with the teardrop-shaped body I had. Fortunately, this proved to be a fairly easy adjustment in the end. Were I not telling people on the internet, no one would know that that dress gets wider a few rows in, and then widens again towards the bottom.

The dress is also where one of the coolest ideas I had paid off, and where the only real idea I had for detailing didn't quite work. I'd vaguely been hoping I could do picots to add further scalloping to the shell stitches at the bottom, which didn't work at the scale I was doing given it would be my first time trying picot. In the end, looking at it, it wouldn't have gotten me the proper shape, either, so I skipped that one.

On the other hand, I'd had a couple ideas from the start about how simple that dress is, and wondered if I couldn't attach the main part AFTER I'd sewn her arms on, and then use the straps so I wouldn't have to sew the dress to her. (For those reading a "how the sausage gets made" post who don't crochet, most amigurumi - the others included - have the clothes on the body attached before attaching the arms and any sleeves overtop, rather than having to account for armholes and the like.) What I ended up doing wasn't QUITE the same, but it was very close - I essentially sewed it partway so I could get her into it, since the top is narrower than the lower portion of her body, then sewed her in the rest of the way and the width difference kept the dress on. Then I made the first strap over her shoulder the same way I had for the sandals, crocheted across her back because the back of her dress is higher in-game than the front (look this thing's so simple that even the seam placement is a detail,) and did the same process with the other.

This took an oddly large amount of trial and error, but it was late when I realized I could be done if I could get the straps tonight, and things like "how many stitches will it take to go from the front of her body to her back" are always a little bit guesswork. In short, despite being a simple-loooking design, there's a surprising amount of work that went into this particular doll. But I'm happy with the end result, and realized the scaling issue just in time to account for it in her arm length and ears - while she's still a bit larger than Xion and Lea on the whole, it's not so noticeable that's unintentional.

As is standard for this group, she has a wire skeleton in her legs, arms, and up and down the back of her torso, in an attempt to make her head a bit less floppy with that hair weighing down a pretty flimsy neck. In the end, that's reasonably successful, and she can sit up with her arms pushed back same as the others without being propped up further. (Their heads are just the nature of the beast, especially with hair like that.) She also has eyebrows, though they're hard to see under the bangs, made of two shades of light yellow embroidery floss to approximate her hair color. It looks good, for all that it's a minor detail that doesn't photograph well.

In all, I'm super happy with how she did. Going to finish my first knitting project (I'm currently trying to figure out purl stitch) before moving on to the one they've all been waiting for for quite some time.

The good news is, changing my phone background today for reference material, I officially feel I have Ideas for how I'm going to do Roxas. I'm still going to be nervous doing some of the detailing - it's going to be tricky ensuring those checkerboard patterns show up at the scale I'll be working at - but while he's going to be a VERY intensive project, I now feel pretty ready to take him on. SOON.

#long post #crafting with Regalli #Twilight town amigurumi #Twilight Town Amigurumi: Namine edition #last post for that tag! #at least until and unless she gets a new outfit I suppose

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Bangs- Kili Durin x OC

Kili Durin x Nessa Thorn

Description: Kili makes a horrible mistake during a game of truth or dare, now he has to go to Nessa to help him fix it.

Word Count: 1.9k

“Kili, truth or dare?”

Thorin’s Company had decided to stop in a town to restock and rest for a bit before continuing their journey to the Lonely Mountains. Thankfully, an inn had enough rooms (and kindness) for everyone to pair up for a few nights relatively cheaply. Almost instantly everyone went to their designated rooms and settled down for the night. After all they had to leave early in the morning to cover as much ground as they could the next day, they’d need all the sleep they could get. The two princes, Celeste, Bofur, Gemma, Bilbo and Pandora weren’t tired though, and had decided to entertain themselves by playing a game of truth or dare.

So far everyone had gone their turn except for Kili. Pandora had to sneak downstairs and steal some ale for everyone from the pub next door, Bofur had to drink a strange concoction made by Fili, Kili and Gemma, Fili had to jump into a lake just outside the inn fully clothed, Gemma had to steal one of Nori’s possessions (a form of payback from the thief), and Bilbo was forced to jump over a small fire that the others had set up outside.

Kili was the only one who hadn’t accepted a dare yet. It was his older brother that asked the dreaded question, but the younger Durin was never a quitter, nor would he allow himself to be considered one. Truth would be too easy of an answer at this point, so he had to say the obvious answer.

“Dare,” he responded with a proud look. The elder Durin wasn’t surprised by his answer, but he did take a minute to look around their room, trying to figure out how to get him. Finally he looked at his brother with a smirk.

“Cut yourself some pretty bangs.” Everyone was obviously surprised by his dare, and Celeste, Bilbo and Pandora glanced at the Prince nervously. Kili, however, would rather dishonor himself than turn down such a dare. He didn’t even think twice about it. Without a word he stood and walked over to his bag, grabbing a small knife from it.

“Kili, you don’t have to do this,” Bilbo called nervously.

“No one would blame you umraiê (my friend),” Gemma added in the same tone. Kili disregarded his friends’ words as he grabbed the front pieces of his hair.

Everyone watched with bated breath as he lifted the knife under the hair in his hand and, with several choppy slices, cut almost all of it off. The hair fell to the ground with finality as everyone watched, then they looked up at the youngest dwarf. He seemed to be realizing what he had just done because he was looking in a nearby mirror, examining the hair that now fell over his forehead, reaching just past his eyebrows. It was a hack job to say the least, the hair was uneven and awkwardly placed.

“Oh Aule (dwarvish ‘god’), what have I done,” he breathed out, staring at his reflection with wide eyes. Gods, the dwarves would never let him live this down he continued looking like this. No one knew what to say. Some of them (namely Gemma, Celeste, Bilbo and Pandora) were still in shock and others (namely Fili and Bofur) were trying not to show their amusement.

“Uh… Ki, do you want me to try and fix it?” Fili offered, using all his strength to not let a smile slip. His younger brother shook his head, still refusing to look at anyone.

“What room is Nessa in?” He questioned, voice wavering just enough for them to notice it. Fili looked at his fiance, as she was the elf’s roommate for the time being, and she offered Kili a sympathetic smile.

“Three doors to the right, do you want a key?” The boy shook his head and walked to the bedroom door.

“No, I’ll just knock. Hopefully she’ll still be awake,” he responded, opening the door before anyone could say anything and walking out. Just faintly, he could hear Bofu and Fili burst out laughing, finally succumbing to their amusement with the whole situation. He smiled internally as he heard Celeste and Gemma scolding them while he walked three doors down. It wasn’t until he was in front of her door that he paused. What if she was asleep? He didn’t want to wake her up? What if she said no to helping him? His thoughts were interrupted as he heard rustling around in the room. She was awake, thank Mahal (dwarves’ heaven basically). Before more doubts could enter his mind he lifted his hand and knocked softly on the door.

The rustling immediately stopped at the sound, then just a moment later the door opened. Nessa stood there, eyes widening as she attempted to process the sight before her. Kili couldn’t exactly blame her though. It was late and he showed up out of nowhere with a new and very choppy hairstyle and a desperate look on his face. He finally spoke up when she opened her mouth to question him.

“Fili dared me,” he explained miserably, fidgeting with his hands in front of him. “Can you help? Please?” The elf opened her mouth, then closed it, still in shock about the situation.

“Uh, are you sure Kili?” She questioned nervously. “I don’t want you to make a mistake asking me.”

Obviously after living with fifteen dwarves over the last few months, Nessa was bound to learn a few things. Dwarves, like elves, had courting customs that included dealing with hair. They both had the custom of braiding the person they’re courting’s hair as a sign of commitment to one another. Dwarves are a bit more severe about it. They don’t allow anyone who they aren’t kin nor courting/married to them to cut, style, or do anything to their hair, including fixing a mistake. And yes, technically they were courting already. They’d braided each other’s hair and Kili was working on courting beads for Nessa, but neither of them had the need to do something like this. Nessa wanted to make sure that he was 100% sure with his decision, not wanting either of them to face the wrath of the other dwarves in case he wasn’t.

“I would rather you do it than anyone else,” he responded earnestly. Nessa’s cheeks were dusted with a scarlet blush at his confession, and she nodded as she opened the door wider for him to step in.

“Come in and take a seat on the bed. I think I saw some shears in the bedside drawers,” she said, rifling through said drawers. Kili did as she said, closing the doors behind him and sitting on the edge of what he assumed was her bed.

“I hope I didn’t wake you,” he said, though he had heard her rustling around earlier.

“Oh, you didn’t,” she responded immediately, shooting him a reassuring grin. “I don’t need a lot of sleep.

“Ah, right, elf,” he mumbled as if just remembering that they were in fact different races while she continued to look. After a minute she finally found what she had been searching for and walked over to him.

“Now, bear in mind that I’ve never cut hair,” she started slowly, carding her free hand through his bangs absentmindedly. Kili tried not to sigh contentedly at the action and instead offered her a reassuring smile.

“I trust you Nessa,” he retorted, moving her hand away from his hair and holding it gently in his. With one more nod, the elf sighed and gingerly pulled away, bringing a section of his bangs between her index and middle fingers. She brought the shears up to his hair slowly, just in case the Prince ended up changing his mind. He didn’t though, and she finally began snipping off the uneven parts. Her movements were careful and vigilant, making sure that she wouldn’t make anything worse. Despite her slow speed, she finished rather quickly then brushed all the hair off his lap.

“It’s not the best, but I’d say it looks better than before,” she muttered softly as he stood and walked over to a mirror that looked exactly the same as the one in his room. He examined his new appearance, pursing his lips in thought. She was right, this was much better than before. To be fair though, the bar was pretty low. Either way he thought it looked amazing because she was the one to do it.

“It looks great, ibrizinlêkhê (my sunshine). What do you think?” He asked, finally looking at her once again. Nessa, who had been attempting to sweep the hair up with her hands to throw away, looked at him once more. She offered him a kind smile then reached for his hands, which he gladly held out for her to take.

“I think you look very handsome, elen nîn (my star),” she answered without a hint of hesitation in her tone. Kili smiled brightly then offered her a chaste kiss in thanks.

“Do you think it’ll be noticeable to the others?” He asked worriedly once they pulled away. The elf was once again there to calm his nerves.

“I doubt it. The only ones who will notice are the ones you were playing truth or dare with.” The dwarf sighed in relief then nodded with a small smile.

“Well, would you like to join our game?” He offered, gesturing to the door. Nessa hummed in thought, internally debating her options before ultimately nodding.

“Lead the way, elen nîn (my star).”

Kili, Nessa, Fili, Celeste, Bofur, Gemma, Bilbo and Pandora awoke the next morning in various places in Fili and Kili’s room. Kili and Nessa were in Kili’s bed, Fili and Celeste were in Fili’s bed and Bilbo, Pandora, Bofur and Gemma were all on the floor when Thorin knocked on the door, stating that they would be leaving the inn within the hour.

They had almost forgotten what happened the night before. The only clues they had to go off of were the tankards that previously had ale, Gemma hiding Nori’s pocket knife in her husband’s coat, the burnt hairs on Bilbo’s feet, Fili’s still wet clothes and, of course, Kili’s new bangs. He had to beg the others not to say anything about them just yet, and by some sort of miracle, they agreed. Nessa, Celeste, Bilbo and Pandora obviously had no problem with it, Kili was more worried about his brother and Bofur. Thankfully they kept their promise as everyone gathered in the lobby of the inn.

“Hey, has anyone seen my knife?” Nori questioned as Thorin took a headcount. Kili and Nessa snickered as Gemma subtly moved behind Bofur.

“Alright, everyone’s here,” Thorin announced, ignoring Nori’s question. “Move out, we have a long journey ahead of us.” The Company nodded and did as he said, filing out one by one (or two by two in Bilbo and Pandora’s case). Kili and Nessa were near the back of the line, but just as they reached the doorway Thorin put a hand out to stop them.

“Is something the matter, Uncle?” Kili questioned curiously, feeling Nessa, Fili, Celeste, Bofur and Gemma’s confused gazes on Thorin. Rather than answer at first, the King took a good long look at his youngest nephew, brows furrowing in thought.

“Have you always had bangs?” He finally asked. That made the group from last night all but burst into laughter as Kili stared at his uncle in horror.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #kili durin #kili imagine #kili durin x oc

[leecherish]

1, 2, 3, 6, 9, 10, 12 15, 17, 20 from the deep writer asks <3

1. what's the fic youre most proud of?

hmm, right now? might be "the price of growth", it went through a lot of iterations, and i'm really satisfied with the end result! the entire fugo zine was such a nice and pleasant experience, i think i gained a lot from it <3

2. what's a fic that took you to an emotional/dark/hard place?

"a brand new doomsday" is a fairly old fic by now, but it was a very mentally exhausting process to write that one. i needed to dissect my own relationship with grief pretty thoroughly, which is why it remains probably my rawest fic (even though i'm not that proud of it anymore). more recently probably "if not in this life then maybe in the next", although i would rather phrase it as me writing it as a result of being in a dark place emotionally. same with "the eyes deceive". there's a lot of unspoken parts of myself in those ones haha.

3. what fic are you emotionally attached to?

oh, all of them! but if i had to pick just one, it would probably be "the eyes deceive". like i just mentioned, i wrote that after the hardest winter of my life, and it can be seen on a lot of its aspects. ofc it's still a fanfiction, not a vent post, but let's just say bruno's "i want to escape from this body... or at least make it my own" came from. a Place

6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?

editing hell. i've become pretty proficient at banging out loose first, second and third drafts, but the process of making it consistent and flow well is always a lot of painful and hard work >_< i need to somehow improve myself when it comes to this, because right now, the aspect of having to edit anything over 10k just feels... literally impossible haha.

9. what's your writing process like?

that’s a difficult question to answer. it really depends on various things, such as my mental state, how much time i have, etc... but if i had to simplify and generalize it as much as possible:

get the idea for a fic

write a loose draft of what i want it to contain, maybe some scene fragments or pieces of dialogue that appeared in my head

sleep on it, sit down to refine it, continously adding new details. minimizing the research at this stage, as well as looking for the perfect synonyms. that can come at the editing phase

connect the standalone scenes one way or another. finish draft,

enter editing hell. put on a three-hour piano/post-rock/lofi hip-hop/whatever helps me focus in that moment. suffer. take breaks.

once finished, bask in the euphoria then sleep on it.

proofread it one last time then if i decide to post it, forward it to my beta and then post it to ao3. experience the greatest high of life.

idk if this is useful for anyone sgdshdg if you have any specific questions about my writing process then idk. shoot

10. how has writing positively impacted your mental health or overall mood?

oh, it’s a great outlet for various things! it helps me to express things i struggled expressing, gives me a place to put the emotions that are difficult to deal with. in other words, it’s cathartic, even if i don’t end up posting it. and most of all, it’s connecting with people. knowing that people read my fics and get something out of it, be that a smile or perhaps even a tear, it’s unimaginable and insanely flattering, not to mention getting comments or fanart! it really made me feel like i left some sort of mark on the fandom and in this world, as sappy as it sounds.

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

hmm i can write basically anywhere tbh. but i do really like having a hot drink nearby at all times!

15. How do you think your writing as improved over time?

hard to say! but i think my unsage of the language improves with every piece i write. i think i particularly improved a lot when it comes to descriptive text and metaphors, i used to be shy with those. and i think i’m better with pacing lately too, although that part is always difficult to estimate!

17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?

WHEW how could i mention just one. receiving fanart blows my mind every time, it’s like, you mean the words i wrote, projected an image into your head??? AND you drew it?? it’s bonkers!! same with people writing comments, i don’t get a lot of them (i doubt any writer my scale does), but i save all of them and occasionally reread them when i need a little pick-me-up <3 but the most memorable interactions i possibly had is when one time i would mention a fic of mine on twitter, and people would go “YOU WROTE THAT??”. it really made me feel like i have reached the people i wanted to reach, and that is such a precious feeling!

20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?

believe it or not, i can actually feel my writing abilities paying off whenever i’m writing assignments for school LOL. i just do the same thing as i would do with a fic, first i bang out the draft, and then continously refine it... i’m grateful for all the experience i accumulated thanks to writing, it really helps me out in these cases! but most of all, like i mentioned before, it’s the connection that i establish with it, with my friends and everyone who reads my fics. it’s a teeny-tiny community of its own! posting my fics online and having people read them makes me feel heard and understood, and most of all, accepted. sappy again i know, but i wasn’t always given these things during some of my life stages! but it was good to learn that those never last, and ultimately, all of us deserve to make their voice heard etc. cheese cheese cheese

#[booming voice] it's oversharing time #thank you for the asks <3 #my writing #<- idk feels right to put it into this tag. might change my mind abt it tho #if you see any mistakes here no you don't. #<- burnt out and exhausted and kinda beyond caring abt grammar and english isnt a real language anyway

[lady-wallace]

Time In a Bottle Chap 7 (JJBA)

It’s time for a beach episode!

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Read on Ao3

Read on FF.net

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He was soon distracted by searching for shells after finding a pretty nice one and soon had a handful of nice specimens at his disposal.

It was then that he realized that the noise from the others had faded and he had actually gotten pretty far down the beach. He decided it was probably a good idea to go back and made his way toward the striped umbrella with his shell and rock haul.

He passed the others bodysurfing in the waves and allowed the water to lap at his toes as he crouched to wash off some of the shells.

"Woah! That was a good one, Mista!" Narancia shouted as the two rolled onto the sand and leapt back into the water.

Bruno laughed and ran toward the shore. "Nice one! I'll be right back," he called, and started toward Giorno.

"Hey, what did you find?" the dark-haired boy asked, crouching next to Giorno as he pushed his dripping bangs back from his forehead.

"Just a few shells. I actually found a conch that was pretty intact and some scallops."

"Oh, and you found some seaglass as well," Bruno said with excitement, pointing toward the blue and green pieces Giorno held in his palm.

"I love going beach combing, I have a collection of stuff back home—I'll have to show it to you sometime," Bruno told him, then cocked his head. "You know, I didn't even ask if you had a bathing suit before inviting you to the beach. If you want to swim I think I have an extra pair of swim shorts back home. It wouldn't take that long to head over there."

"Oh, no, it's fine," Giorno reassured him quickly, trying to stay as nonchalant as possible. "I…don't really like swimming all that much to be honest. But I do enjoy the beach," he added quickly so Bruno wouldn't feel like he was here against his will or anything.

The other boy seemed as understanding as ever though and smiled. "To be honest, I prefer sailing or beachcombing to actually swimming as well, but it is fun with friends, so if you change your mind, just let me know."

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #fanfiction #time in a bottle #giorno giovanna #trish una #bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #giorno's stepfather #abuse #beach episode #not all angst #this time

[kookiemonster123]

What are the odds? Enhypen FF

As crazy as it might seem, everyone has their own problems no matter where they come from, how much money their families have, or how they are viewed by the rest of the world. I Y/N L/N should know better than anyone; I am what people call the “ Therapist” friend. Being that friend has some benefits because you can listen to your friends and help them through the hard times but at the same time, you learn many horrible things about that person's life and the people that have caused those horrible things. Also, no one listens to your problem as that friend. Anyways, I have come to realize this because of the friends that I have made in the past year at the new school I went to; well more like the new school, and the country I ran to with my family. I guess I should reintroduce myself and get on with the story.

Hello, my name is Y/N L/N, I am 17 years old, and I have two siblings, I am the youngest and I have made it where my family had no choice but to move to South Korea to live with my Aunt. You might be wondering how I made that happen but we will get into that a little bit later. As of now let’s start with my first day of school.

“  Y/N M/N L/N IF YOU DO NOT GET YOUR ASS UP RIGHT NOW I WILL COME UP THERE AND BEAT YOUR ASS” My dad yelled. I let out a sigh and got up out of bed. I made my way to my shared bathroom with my siblings and did my daily morning routine. Someone banged on the door. “ That better be you in there Y/N,” My Dad said. “ It is,” I replied. There was no response; I just heard footsteps walk away from the door. I just shook my head and finished up in the bathroom and made my way back to my room. I walked into my room and went straight to my closet to get my school uniform. “ One thing I am going to miss about the States is not having to wear a uniform,” I said to myself. Oh just so everyone knows my family and I all know how to speak Korean. We actually lived here when I was 2-6 years old and then we moved back to the States and lived there until now. I finished getting ready and walked downstairs just to see my Aunt and my Dad in the dining room. “ Well well look who finally decided to get up.” My Dad said. My Aunt just shook her head and said “ Y/N-ah have some breakfast before you leave.” I smiled at her. “ Thank you but eating breakfast makes me feel sick. Sorry, Auntie.” I said. She just nodded her head. I grabbed my backpack and said, “ I am leaving now.” No one answered me so I just walked out the door and started walking towards the bus stop. I put my headphones in as I started walking and start listening to Melanie Martinez. I get to the bus stop and sit down while waiting for the bus. Other people and students show up and some give me weird looks and whisper to their friends while pointing at me. After 10 minutes of waiting the bus arrives and I get on and use my bus card. I then find a seat and sit down. I enjoyed the view as the bus made its way to my school. The bus finally arrives at the stop at my school; I get off and make my way inside. It seemed like a lot of students were surprised and confused on why a foreigner was at their school. I was able to find my way to the principal's office and knocked on the door. “ Come in,” I heard. I opened the door and saw a middle-aged man in a chair behind a desk and then a male student standing beside his desk. The principal stood up; I walked over to him and bowed. “ Ahh, you must be the new transfer student.” He said in English and shook my hand. I smiled a little and said, “ Sir if you don’t feel comfortable talking in English, you can speak in Korean.” Both of them seemed surprised that I could speak Korean. “ Ahh good to know……” The principal paused. “ Oh my apologies, I am Principal Ok Taec-yeon and I am so happy that you are here at our school. Here is your class schedule and this young man right here will show you around” He added while he handed me a piece of paper and pointed at the student next to him. “ Thank you so much, sir.” I said with a smile and bowed. The student next to him walked over to me and bowed while introducing himself “ Hello I am Cha Eun-woo, I am the class president of our class.” I was kinda surprised that a handsome man like him was a class president. I then bowed and also introduced myself “ Hello my name is Y/N L/N.” Eun-woo just nodded his head. “ Follow me” He said and then we both bowed to the principal and left. 

#fanfic #enhypen #imagines