#which i'm so sorry btw for people who have been left hanging for days on end last month!! it was an interesting time

[my--moon]

WAIT! why did I jusr figuire out requests are open? If it’s ok with you, can I request Jason x female reader (daughter of Eros) and it’s making up with one another after an argument which was mainly consisting of reader being slightly jealous and was afraid Jason would leave because she has severe abandonment issues? Thank you! (Also, I always love your aesthetics)

❝ A Thousand Times Prettier ❞

Pairing; Jason Grace X Fem!Reader (Child of Eros) Warning; Fluff, Angst, Comfort! So sorry if your name is Maddie :( Y/n's also a little bitch at the start A/N; Aunty Juno's got an idea. . . I LOVE THIS IDEA, sorry if your name is Maddie btw

What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double? (Y/N) thought to herself.

That little bitch Maddie Prescott. Child of Apollo, is she now? So prissy and perfect! With perfect golden locs that shimmered down her back, rosy cheeks and thick glossy lips! Such a... fucking slut!

You couldn't help but hate her... Actually why did you hate her again?

Maddie didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't a bitch, brat or a slut. She was just failing at training and asked Jason to help her out or give her some tips. She wasn't flirting with him or being seductive in any way.

But (Y/N) couldn't help but feel jealous. Was this lady trying to take Jason away? No. No. No. No. No! Too many people have left, she couldn't lose another!

(Y/N) sat in the Zeus cabin. Sitting on a beanbag, flicking through a magazine Piper had given her. Grumbling over how pathetic a certain Apollonian was.

The cabin door opened up, Jason walked in with a bit of dirt on his face from the training grounds. “Hey, hun. Whatcha reading?”

His smile was sweet and gentle, he was never a rude man towards (Y/N). Not ever! But (Y/N) was still mad.

“A magazine.” She replied flatly, keeping her hard gaze on the pictures. Something about the latest scandal on Olympus.

“Ooo, anything interesting, dear?” Jason asked, wiping the dried blood off his chin and taking off his boots.

“No.” A cold reply came out of (Y/N). Jason thought she didn't mean the first cold reply, but a second one? That wasn't like his lover.

“You.. You alright?” He asked, hesitantly walking towards the daughter of Eros. (Y/N)'s cold gaze glanced up from the magazine.

“Oh I'm fine. Maybe you should go and hang out with the Prescott girl, hm? Maybe she'll be nicer than me.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Jason cocked an eyebrow. “Who?” He asked confused. “Wait, Maddie?”

“Yea, considering she's got all your attention lately, just go off and love her! I know you want to.” The child of Eros replied with a icy glare.

“Babe, what?” Jason was dumbfounded. “Why would I love Maddie? She's just been needing help with her training, I don't love her.”

(Y/N) looked him up and down with a glare. “Mhm. And I'm Hera's concubine.” She said sarcastically.

“Don't mention Hera, I've had a long day, I don't want to hear about her.” Jason groaned in annoyance at the mention of her.

“And I don't want to hear about Maddie either. But that's all I hear!” (Y/N) added, with a scowl on her face.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

She didn't want to look at Jason. She wanted to be and at him, but he had done nothing wrong; why was she so upset then?

“No.” A defiant response answered from (Y/N)'s lips.

“Look at me, honey.” Honey, a nickname that made her melt. Especially when it came from a lover of hers.

(Y/N) reluctantly looked up and stared back at Jason, who had a hard expression. “Why are you so mad at Maddie?”

Tears threatened to spill from (Y/N)'s eyes. Her eyes went glassy and her lips turned down in a pout. “She's a bitch, that's why.”

“What's she done to be called a bitch?” Jason asked back. A quirked eyebrow dawned on his face. “(Y/N). Answer me.”

(Y/N) didn't want to answer. “...”

“Honey.”

“...”

“Dear.”

“...”

“Sweetheart.”

“...”

“Babe, c'mon,” Jason sighed. Her defiance was annoying. “Just tell me.”

A tear ran down her cheek and slid down her throat. “She's taking you away I just know it.” Her voice was still angry and her body was curled up in a ball.

“Are you jealous?” The son of Jupiter asked gently.

“No! I'm not jealous! I'm a child of Eros, not a pathetic.. jealous.... mortal.” (Y/N) hissed out.

“Why are you even jealous of her? You're a thousand times prettier than her!” Jason bit back. His words made more tears spill from her eyes.

A silence filled the room, muffled sobs from (Y/N) were the only present sound.

“Do you want a cuddle?”

The Jupiter son asked, which the child of Eros didn't verbally answer to—but she did get up from her seat and bury herself in his chest.

Jason caressed her hair and held her tightly against him. Comforting her as she sobbed. She hated feeling abandoned, and he knew that.

But he was loyal to her, why would he leave a girl that he saw as a goddess?

#jason grace x reader #hoo #jason grace angst #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #jason grace fanart #pjo FANFIC #hoo fanfic #child of Eros #son of Jupiter #thalia grace #thalia pjo #Jason pjo

[gabessquishytum]

Hi Gabe! Hope you're well! This one was inspired by this art

There's a statue in the middle of the woods near the village Morpheus lives in. No one knows from where it came nor for how long it has been there, but everyone knows one thing: sometimes, if you ask and you're lucky enough, it can grant you a wish.

Some people believe the statue grants the wishes based on how worthy you are, some believe it's based on how worthy the wish itself is. Some believe it's pure luck, and some believe it's all a load of bullshit, complete coincidence. Morpheus doesn't know what to believe.

He has seen the statue a few times before, when he was still young - it's a plump man, with thick arms, thighs and chest, a belly that rests confortably on his lap, wavy hair that reaches strong shoulders and frames a face that is so beautiful and serene it has made more than one person cry. The man is sat on a boulder and a single piece of cloth wraps his body in gentle folds, and his position makes it seem like he's offering his hands and a conforting smile to whoever is kneeling before him.

He didn't see the statue for years after he left the village in pursue of a life with Nada - that is, before Nada decided she wanted nothing to do with him. Nor did he see it after Alianora, or Killala, or Thessaly. Even Calliope, the one he believed was his soulmate from the moment they locked eyes, had broken their courting.

Too clingy, they said. Always hovering, always wishing to be close, always offering food and disrupting whatever they were doing, until he himself got lost in his drawings and paintings and they couldn't get a hold of him for days, sometimes weeks. Drawings and paintings in which he poured his love for them, only for them to leave before it was finished - and then Morpheus would throw the canvases and sheets of paper in the fire.

The day after Calliope left, Morpheus came back to the village. He haunted his home for days, and then the grounds when he started feeling too empty. He started going farther and farther from the estate each night, until he happened upon the clearing and the statue. And Morpheus let himself believe, just for a single moment.

He kneled before the statue, placed his hands above the man's, looked into his eyes, and wished for someone who would let him love them, and love him back just as fiercelly.

The next day, Morpheus woke up to a man resting on the settee and smiling at him, a single piece of cloth wraping his golden, furry body in gentle folds.

(is this anything? idk lol Have a good day!)

Hmnnnggg yeH this is something. Still haven't played bg3 btw but I still get very excited when I see Gale art. Esp if he gets to have some tummy.

I absolutely love this. First the idea of Dream kneeling in supplication before the statue and just wishing for someone to love! Someone who will stay! Someone who will understand. He feels a little bit silly but it's actually rather comforting, and he stays a long time with his cheek pressed against the statue's thigh. If nothing else, he's released some pent up emotions.

But the next day his life changes forever. The statue is sitting in his house - except it isn't a statue anymore. Its a real, flesh and blood man. With dimpled cheeks and gentle eyes. Dream can't do anything except stare in complete loss and confusion.

"So sorry to barge in." The man says. "But you did make a wish, didn't you? I heard, and I thought... well, I'm sure I could love you in the way that you're looking for."

Dream sits down heavily, with his mouth still hanging open. He doesn't know what he's supposed to say! This man is too beautiful to be true, he's sure that he must be dreaming. How on earth could a statue come alive, and why would he choose to grant Dream’s wish???

"I'll make some tea. I know it's a lot to take in." The man says kindly. "I'm Hob. In case you were wondering."

And he walks off to put Dream’s kettle on the stove, carelessly allowing his fabric covering to shift over his body as it pleases. Dream gulps, staring at Hob’s soft swaying arse cheeks. If this is a dream, then he never wants to wake up!

#debellatis #the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Five

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of drugs (weed) word count: 3.3k a/n: the italics are a flashback to allie and layla in their gym class btw! love you guys <3

pov: layla

I decided to stay home from school for the rest of the week, I just didn't have the energy to endure the looks people would give me. The whispering during my last two subjects after Matt and I came back at lunch was already too much and it was worse in gym when Allie stuck to her word and paired up with me.

She seemed nice, much nicer than Mia was to me. She talked my ear off the whole lesson but I didn't mind because then I didn't have to talk.

"Don't worry about Mia, by the way. She can be really bitchy at times but she just doesn't like change. I promise she is usually a lot nicer," Allie rambled as we walked around the gym as a warm-up, "It was kinda funny though. No one ever really stands up to her when she gets bitchy because everyone's scared that her dad will arrest them."

Oh, I've met her dad.

"Matt also stood up for you after you left. I trust Matt's opinion on people, he's kinda my scapegoat when it comes to talking to people. I told him to start talking to you like three weeks ago so I could ask you to hang out. I just get nervous talking to people I don't know sometimes."

You don't seem nervous now, motor mouth.

"Sorry if I'm rambling a lot. I'm just really glad you decided to pair up with me because I've been paired with Mia for like the past 2 years. It's nice to have a new friend. It's not like I don't like my friends but Mia is my only girl friend and the guys are such guys sometimes it drives me mad. You get your nails done?"

I shook my head no before she continued, "We should go get our nails done sometime. My shout of course, I'm not gonna force you to get your nails done as well as make you pay."

She was a ray of sunshine and I was sure people were confused as someone as sweet as her was talking to someone like me who looked like they had a constant rain cloud over their head. I found myself amused by her rambling and I decided that it wouldn't be the worst thing to talk to her every now and then.

I spent the rest of my week smoking weed when my father wasn't home and drawing on the last few pages of my sketchbook. The time passed quickly considering I slept for most of the days. Suddenly it was Friday afternoon and I heard a knock at my front door.

I paused my music, frowning when I looked at the clock to see it was 3:30. It was far too early for my dad to be home so I grabbed the metal bat that was lying on the bottom of my underwear drawer, sneaking towards the door silently. Another round of light knocks were placed on the door and I crept up to it before looking through the peephole.

My tense shoulders slumped as I looked at two people with the same face and their familiar brown hair. I unlocked the deadbolt on the door as well as the regular lock before I swung the door open.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning my left hand on the handle of the bat now that the other end was placed on the floor.

"Hi to you too," Chris mumbled as he looked side to side, clearly tense to be in South End as Matt smiled at me.

"I figured you would forget about the game. Decided to come earlier in case you were ready which..." he looked down at my outfit which was my small sleep shorts and an old ratty t-shirt, "I don't think you are?"

"You didn't say it was this Friday!" I frowned and Chris looked down at the bat I was leaning on before shaking his head.

"Good thing I came early then," Matt smirked at me and I chewed at my lip. I tapped the bat on the ground as I thought making Chris look at me again.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna use it on you," I deadpanned to Chris and he just shrugged, looking back out at the street. I felt a nervousness in my chest because they were at my house but I knew if they stayed on the porch or in their car, someone would try something. So I reluctantly said, "Come in."

"We can wait in the ca-"

I cut off Matt quickly, "Get inside now." They looked at each other in surprise before shuffling past me and I closed the door behind them before saying, "Do you have anything valuable in your car? Phone, wallet, laptop?"

They both shook their heads and I locked both of the locks on the door before I spun around to face them again.

"Why?" Chris asked and I tilted my head, giving him an unimpressed look.

"I'll just say you're lucky you drive a fucking soccer mom car or it would be broken into within 15 minutes," I answered blandly and they seemed somewhat shocked but didn't talk, "Come on."

I walked down the hall towards my room, slipping inside and they followed shortly behind me.

"We could've waited on the couch," Matt said as I closed the door of my bedroom and raised my eyebrows.

"If my dad came home and you were sitting on the couch, say goodbye to hockey for the rest of your life," I replied dryly and he pursed his lips, "If he comes home, you will just have to go out my window and jump the fence around the side of the house."

"You don't know when he's coming home?" Chris asked as he leaned against the wall beside my mattress and I shook my head. I was suddenly very conscious that I had the two most loved boys in our school standing in my dirty bedroom. I looked around my room, realising that I looked like I lived in a trap house with my mattress on the floor, empty beer bottles in the corner of my room with cigarettes stuck in them and clothes all over the floor.

"Sorry about the mess. No one ever comes over," I mumbled as I moved a couple clothes off of my mattress, "Sit wherever. Just don't look over here because I'm gonna get changed."

I travelled to the corner of my room where my chest of drawers sat and I saw them both turn to face away from me quickly. After placing the bat beside the drawers, I pulled out black baggy jeans, took off my shorts quickly and slid them on. I then took off my old T-shirt and slid on a baby blue hoodie. I didn't bother putting on a shirt since it would be cold at the game and I wouldn't have to take my hoodie off at any point.

"I'm dressed," I let them know as I grabbed my boots off of the floor, sitting down next to my dresser so I could slide them on easily. I looked up to see both of them sitting on my mattress, looking around my room. Their expressions were unreadable as they looked around my room.

"I like your posters," Chris spoke up and I looked to the wall above my mattress where my Bob Marley, Frank Ocean and Kurt Cobain posters were hung.

"Thanks," I answered, a half-hearted smile being sent his way which he reciprocated, "When do we have to leave by?"

"Four," Matt answered and I nodded, checking the time to see it was 3:40. I hopped off of the floor, walked over to my desk and sat down on the old desk chair.

I scribbled some eyeliner on my eyes before smudging it with my finger and then putting mascara on. I grabbed my lip balm, placing it on my lips before I ran a hand through my curly hair. I grabbed the white beanie that was thrown onto the floor, sliding it onto my head. I jumped up from the seat, grabbed my leather jacket that was hanging over the back of the chair and slid it on.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I asked, having no clue what else to bring to a hockey game.

"Just your team spirit," Chris cheered sarcastically and I tilted my head with an amused look on my face.

"I'm not a cheerleader for a reason," I answered and he shrugged, a small smile on his lips.

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't cheer when we win," he retorted and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm good as long as I'm not expected to start screaming 'Go Bats go!' like an idiot," I did a small jump when I said the slogan that I heard all the cheerleaders say proudly and Matt laughed in response as Chris shook his head with a smile.

"You wanna get food on the way?" Matt asked and I shook my head in response.

"I'm good, I just ate," I explained and he nodded, quickly checking his phone.

"We should probably go," he said, turning his phone to me to see that it was 3:55. I couldn't believe another 15 minutes had passed so quickly but I nodded. Making sure I had my phone, cigarettes, lighter and keys in my pocket, I swung the bedroom door open as Matt and Chris followed behind me. I unlocked the front door swinging it open and motioning for Chris and Matt to go outside.

They walked past me and walked to their car as I turned around to lock the door with my keys. After triple-checking the door, I wandered down the driveway to the minivan. I noticed that Matt was always the one to drive and Chris was seated in the passenger seat, phone already plugged into the aux.

I slid the back door open, jumping inside before I closed the door behind me. As I buckled myself in, Matt started the car and Chris played a song by Lil Skies.

"We good?" Matt asked, looking at me in the rearview mirror and I nodded before he spun around to look at me, "I didn't even have to remind you about your seatbelt, so proud."

"Start driving before I change my mind and go back to the comfort of my bed," I smiled slightly and he beamed back at me before he spun around and we took off down the street.

Within 5 minutes, we were in the parking lot and Chris was wriggling his body along to the beat of the next Lil Skies song. I could take a wild guess as to who his favourite artist is.

Matt turned the music down, earning a glare from Chris but he turned around to look at me ignoring his brother for a moment, "You waiting in the car or coming in?"

"I'm gonna have a smoke first then I'll come in," I explained and he nodded before turning off the car.

"You head in. I'll be there in a sec," Matt told Chris who was clicking away on his phone. With a nod, he jumped out of the car and walked around to the back of the car.

"You want me to take your shit inside?" Chris called from the trunk as I turned around to see Chris lugging his huge duffle bag full of hockey shit.

"Nah I got it," Matt called back to him and Chris raised his eyebrows as he leaned into the trunk again.

"Don't start fuckin in the car or I swear to god," he deadpanned before slamming the trunk closed and I saw him start walking towards the building.

"Sorry about him," Matt mumbled apologetically and I shrugged as I turned to face him.

"It's fine. Wouldn't expect anything less," I told him with an amused smirk making him shake his head, a smile creeping onto his lips, "Are you gonna go inside?"

"I'll wait for you to finish and then I'll show you where to sit inside," he explained and I nodded before hopping out of the car. I closed the door behind me before leaning against the car, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between my lips before lighting it. I heard Matt's door open and close before he rounded the car to get to the trunk.

As I began smoking my cigarette, a car pulled into the space next to Matt's and a few moments passed before Nate and Allie appeared out of the car.

"Hey! Matt told me you were coming," Allie beamed at me and I observed her outfit, feeling strange to see her out of her usual cheer or gym attire. Instead, she had blue jeans, a black puffer jacket with a blue beanie on and black and white vans.

"He failed to mention the game was this Friday," I told her and she rolled her eyes as Nate waved at me. I sent him a wave back with the hand that held my cigarette before I took another puff.

"Is Nick coming?" Nate asked and Matt appeared beside me, duffle bag over his shoulder.

"Nah. He said something about doing homework tonight. Chris is already inside," Matt explained with a shrug as Nate rounded the back of his car and popped the trunk open, grabbing a duffle bag of his own hockey gear.

"You coming in?" Allie asked me and I held the cigarette up.

"When I finish this," I told her, a smile tugging at my lips at her beaming personality.

"See you guys in there!" Nate called as he started walking towards the building with Allie following behind him.

"Is Miss Cheer herself coming?" I asked Matt once Allie and Nate were out of earshot and he shrugged, moving to stand in front of me as he adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"No clue. She usually shows up late if she comes though," he told me honestly and I nodded, noticing my cigarette almost being done. I quickly finished it before dropping it onto the ground and squishing it underneath my foot. I went to push away from the car but Matt stopped me by saying, "Hold up."

"What?" I asked, confusion written on my face. He held his hand up before he dropped his duffle bag to the ground and squatted down to rummage through one of the smaller pockets.

He pulled out a small pot of black face paint and a brush before standing back up, "Move your hair."

"What are you doing?" I squinted at him as he opened the pot of black face paint and he smiled at me.

"Just trust me," he shrugged and I squinted my eyes at him for a moment before I tucked my hair behind my ears. I tilted my head back as I peered up at him and he dipped the brush into the pot before he started painting my right cheek.

"If you're drawing a dick on my face I'll kill you with my bare hands, Matthew," I mumbled, trying not to move my mouth much as his tongue poked out between his lips in concentration.

"If I was gonna do that..." he trailed off before leaning back with a smile, "I'd use a sharpie."

"What did you do?" I asked and he just shrugged as he closed the pot again, sliding it back into his bag before swinging it over his shoulder again. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, opening the front camera to see he had painted the number 81 on my cheek, "What does this mean?"

"You'll see," he shrugged with a smirk and I frowned as he started to walk backwards before he tilted his head towards the building, "Come on. I gotta warm up."

I pushed away from the car, trailing behind him as we walked towards the entrance. He swung the door open, standing behind it as he let me walk in first. We walked through the front area, some of his teammates being gathered around to grab snacks or energy drinks.

"Matty B!" one of the guys called who I recognised as Daniel and he jogged over to us as Matt paused, dapping him up quickly, "Who's this?"

"Layla, Daniel. Daniel, Layla," Matt introduced us and I just nodded at Daniel, not surprised that he didn't know my name.

"No Mia?" he asked Matt and Matt just shrugged in response.

"She's being weird. I don't know dude," Matt answered before he looked towards the rest of their team, "You guys gotta hurry up. We have 45 to warm up."

"Sir, yes, sir," Daniel sent Matt a salute before he started walking backwards and looked at me, "Nice to meet you, princess."

I sent him another nod before Matt started walking towards the doors of the rink, "Ignore Dan. He'll try to fuck anything with legs."

"Don't worry, Captain. I don't do goalies," I smirked and he chuckled in response, holding the door open to the rink for me to enter first again. I walked in, the cold air hitting my cheeks making me shiver.

"Layla!" I heard Allie's chirpy voice call out from the bleachers and I looked to my left to see her sitting front and centre, I sent her a small wave as I started to walk over to her with Matt following behind me.

"I gotta go get ready but are you good to sit with Allie?" Matt asked me and I turned my head to look at him now that he was on my right and I nodded.

"Yeah. Go make sure your hair is nice before you play," I joked as he rolled his eyes, pushing my shoulder slightly before spinning around to walk backwards while I paused at the steps that led up to where Allie was seated, "Break a leg, pretty boy."

"Thanks, pretty girl," he smirked at me and I bit my lip to hide my smile as he spun back around and walked into the locker room at the end of the rink. I shook my head to get rid of my smile as I walked up a few steps before sitting down next to Allie.

She smirked at me and I gave her a confused expression, "What?"

"Nothing," she hummed, her smirk turning into a smile as she looked out onto the ice. She pulled a packet of Sour Patch Kids out from her small handbag that I hadn't even noticed before she pulled open the packet, "You want one?"

"Sure," I shrugged, picking out a couple before throwing them into my mouth and her actions followed mine.

"So you and Matt..." she trailed off and I looked back at her as she smiled at me.

"Me and Matt?" I questioned, waiting for her to continue.

"You guys are cute," she shrugged, a genuine joy spread across her face and I let my mouth fall open.

"Uh... I don't even know if we're friends let alone anything else," I told her honestly and she rolled her eyes playfully before she hummed.

"Matt doesn't talk to just anyone. If he's asking you to come to his games clearly he wants you around," she told me as if it were obvious and I shrugged as I chewed on my lip. A few players from the other team skated onto the ice with their full gear, doing laps around the ice lazily.

"I don't think Chris and Nick like me though. His brothers' opinions probably mean a lot to him," I answered, looking at the players skating in circles. A couple players from Matt's team slid onto the ice as they started doing the same as the opposition.

"Chris is just focused on other shit. Nick tends to stick to himself a lot so just give them both time," she tried to reassure me and I looked back to her before she continued, "Besides, I like you so they're not getting rid of you that easily while I'm around."

"What about Mia?" I asked, genuinely curious as to how heavily Mia's opinion influenced her friends.

Allie sighed as she looked out at the rink, "Mia will figure it out. I don't know why she's being so weird about it. I think it's because she's protective over us."

"Matt's the one that came to me. I don't know why she was acting like I'm tryna break up your entire friend group," I mumbled as I looked out onto the ice to see a couple more players.

Only then did I realise that number 81 with a small C on the chest of his blue and white jersey was skating around the rink and it was none other than Matthew Sturniolo.

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo

[mrs-monaghan]

Give me your theories Shaz. You said you feel something is coming. What change in Jikook behavior do u see and where do you think it leads? I attributed the uptick in jikookery due to Face being out and promos over, so Jimin is just more available and less anxious maybe. Maybe both the album and Seven’s success offered a sense of relief and reinforced their importance/influence to the company. I find JK’s foray into TikTok interesting and wonder why now? Is it about content control? They will enlist by the end of the year so what do you think will happen between then and now? Anyway you said you were nervous and I wondered if u feared something negative was going to happen?

No..nothing negative.

Warning: rambling ahead. 😁

What do we know about JK? 🤔 By his own admission he is a mix of all the members. And we have seen this with our own eyes. That includes being extremely humble and kind and so so thoughtful.

Excuse me for a second while I

Okay so what was I saying? Right. JK is a humble dude. There is no two ways about it. Which is why, if you're any good with reading body language cues you will notice JK laughs alot during this. Everytime he would say something cocky, a laugh would follow

Because he doesn't do this. He doesn't talk like this. Its out of his comfort zone. But thing is, I believe him. I believe he wants to be big...huge...massive. Like his dick 🍆

🤣😂

Sorry. I had to. 🤭🤭

Jimin wants this too btw. Dude was made for pop. Cue this wonderful FACE breakdown by Boracity magazine

So even if JK becomes this huge popstar he won't be the only one. And as we speak there's artists who go back and forth so he won't be the first or only and I'm sure even he knows this. But like afore mentioned I believe he wants to do this. To be this.

I have a point guys. I promise. And that point is No one can touch you when you are at the top.

So for me it is weird that Jikook went from being so quiet to being... not so much. While before I attributed them laying low to MS, that doesn't make sense anymore. MS is blooming and yet here were are, with JK flirting with Jimin while naked. So that can't be it.

So I'm left to explore the other option which is sasaengs or people who downright want to expose their rlship in I'll intentioned ways. All the JK stalking that's been happening and the break in at 9/1. I think due to this they stopped hanging out publicly in daylight.

But we've established laying low wasn't something JK was happy with and he fought against that.

Can we for a second appreciate how Jimin flew to NY to be there for JK and they've somehow managed to make it feel like we imagined all of it??? Like, they're both acting as if they didn't trend for several days over this. 😂😂 JK has come live multiple times since, has been getting asks about it but its been 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗 from him. This is so funny to me 😂🤭

Anyway, do you guys understand what I'm trying to say?

They will enlist by the end of the year so what do you think will happen between then and now?

Idk. I really don't. But i feel like it's already began 😳

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook theories #jikook theory #jikook #jimin and jungkook #kookmin #minkook #jungkook #jimin #jimin face #jungkook seven

[xjoonchildx]

would you mind making a long post sharing your hobipalooza experience with us, starting from when you got to the venue to when you left?

im sorry for asking for this. of course you don’t have to respond to this ask if it’s too much and too bold of me to ask. i apologize in advance

anon, it's not bold at all!

okay, so. i got to the venue pretty early, just after 8:30 AM 😭

there were already long lines, apparently some people had already been camped out, but security kept shooing people back and making them stand across the street. one security guard was shook because he said he'd never seen that many people arrive that early for lolla and when he found out they were all there for the last person to perform for the night, his mind was truly blown 🤣

anyway, i say it was unnecessary for me personally to get there that early because pretty much when i was in the security line i decided that i wasn't going to try for barricade. those poor people baked in the sun for hours and had to try and limit bathroom breaks and somehow get water and food. once i decided to not worry about that, my experience became about 10,000 times better.

i was lucky to have a VIP ticket, so instead my girl S and i decided to camp out there in the shade. we actually had a chance to get massages and even got our hair done while waiting for hobi's set which was great.

cell service was next to impossible, so finding friends who were messaging about their locations became almost impossible. i was able to hook up with another friend, K, but that was almost by chance and it was WELL before hobi's set. people were passing out by mid-afternoon.

i will say that i feel the lolla staff did a good job of trying to locate people in trouble and even went into the crowd to pass out free waters in order to keep people safe. so we all hung back until charlie XCX came on and that's when we started getting closer to hobi's stage.

she was fantastic BTW -- and i know there were a lot of posts criticizing ARMYs for being there so early and blocking out other fans but i saw a lot of her fans pretty close to the stage and all the ARMYs danced and screamed and turned up for the artists who came before him.

after that was kid laroi (who was great) and same thing with him. ARMYs cheered and danced and screamed for him, too. again, more people passing out in the hot sun, but by his set it was coming down a bit so the situation was improving.

the second he got off the stage, the whole crowd started surging forward but for the most part people were respectful. all the ARMYs around us were pretty amazing -- no shitty people in our vicinity and we had a blast hanging out. the energy got a bit hushed for a minute and then chicago's mayor and the founder of lolla came out to say a few words about the festival and to kind of "introduce" hobi -- who they gave more time to, given the size of the crowd he drew.

lights went down and the place went nuts. i think y'all have seen all the video there is to see by now, but it was seriously bananas in there. every ARMY in that place shook the park cheering and singing along. it was freakin' incredible.

then hobi put on the most amazing show and the rest is history.

anyhoo --here's a polaroid we snapped in the crowd. i HATE to smile because my eyes always disappear but i did it anyway.

hope that answers your questions, anon!

PS i'm the shorty behind the tall gorgeous picture taker lmao. also i have never been so sweaty in my entire LIFE 😭 also we’re two days out and i still sound like a 🐸

#anagrams 💕

[wikiangela]

911 6x04 😍

spoilers ahead

what the hell, the wind just picked the tree back up? that was wild, had no idea this is a thing hahaha

damn Eddie looks so fucking good 🥵 it's been the first five minutes and already I'm just like... damn 🥵😂 I am in love with this man 😂😂

loving Buck trying to get out of his comfort zone or whatever, couldn't be me 😂😂

also, Buckley siblings hanging out!!! need more of that 😂

"the wrong kind of mayo" Chris you're speaking my language 😂 sometimes you just can't get whatever's on sale Eddie 🙄 "you get what you pay for" so true 😂😂😂

"healthy one too. balanced" seriously, is this kid me or what 😂😂😂

oh no, what happened 😳 well, I'm happy to get more Chris and Eddie 😂😂😂

Bobby's back!! "maybe I can call them" omg he's such a dad 😂

YAS Hen needs a break! (Athena needs one too tbh, and I hope they're still gonna go on their trip soon lol)

I get you, Hen, I don't know how to do nothing either 😂 I don't wanna be left alone with just my thoughts, I need some distraction always 😂😂😂

so Hen says no and Buck says yes - I'm so excited for his plotline btw 😂

is this Stella from the Jonas Brothers show on Disney Channel 😂 that was my first thought sns hahaha

no, they're not about to ask what I think they are right - oh of course they did😳😂😂 it's kind of a weird question to just ask so bluntly the first time you see each other in years 😂

for a minute there I forgot Hen was supposed to have time off and didn't even notice she wasn't in uniform lol

btw I just love Eddie's haircut this season 😍🔥

oh shit he drove off with Chim 😳😳 and he's fucking drunk 😳 I'm scared lol

I'm sorry, the bicycle song caught me off guard and I'm laughing now 😂😂😂

oh thank fuck he stopped before hitting Buck, I think I stopped breathing for a minute there 😂😂😂

I'm so happy Chim and Buck are okay, they've already been through too much, don't hurt them anytime soon pls 😂😂😂

Christopher's growing up - oh, I can't wait to see Eddie deal with a moody teenager 😂😂 also, I just love that Eddie's talking to his dad - that whole convo was great, the dad was so right

I'm trying to think whether Buck is gonna say yes or no, but I literally can see it go both ways, I can't read him right now 😂

I always get so stressed when there's some random people who are gonna have some kind of emergency, and there are children involved - like, pls don't hurt the kid 😂😂

oh shit this is so horrible and I feel so scared for the kid 😭 shit is mom hurt 😭

oh thank fuck the girl is fine - what about the mom tho, tell me pls 😂😂

yaaaaas, Lizzo! the soundtrack this season is so good tbh 😂😂

"doing nothing is giving me more anxiety than trying to do everything" ain't that a mood lmao

I love that Buck is talking to Hen about this, I love their dynamic 😂 day-drinking and deep conversations, hell yeah 👌

I still don't know which way this is gonna go for Buck tbh

THANK YOU Noah for telling me the girl's mom is okay, I got invested in that short subplot😂😂😂

oh my god I can't believe for a second I forgot about Doug - Maddie's been through all that, it was probably so hard for her on that call😭😭

I know there's an overdose or whatever, but can we take a moment to appreciate Eddie looking so hot and cool in those sunglasses 🥵 oh my god I think I'm spending 90% of Eddie's screen time just thirsting over him 😂😂

a dog?? i knew there was gonna be a dog bc I accidentally saw a tiktok from 911 but never would I think an OD would include a dog lmao

this is such a ridiculous scene i love it so much 😂😂

Hen's drunk and still able to do math in her head and know what to do - she's fucking amazing 😂😂

Eddie is such a good dad, I'm just... God i love him 😂😂 also, love how he and Chris started to communicate on the issue it's so important to talk to your children about stuff (tho I know that sometimes it can be so difficult)

and now I'm crying because Maddie 😭😭😭 I love that resolution to the story 😢

wait, is this still the same day? did Hen come to talk to the professor while still intoxicated? 😂 I hope not lol

YAS HEN!! I'm so happy she got a second chance, she deserves it so much ❤️

oh my god Bobby kept the dog?? 😂 I mean, it's fitting, at least it won't be "an empty nest" 😂😂

BUCK SAID YES??? wow. I really saw it go either way, but it still surprised me 😂😂

well, now I'm excited to see how his story progresses from here

so, I loved the episode and it flew by - Eddie got more screen time and I'm not complaining because I could just look at him doing whatever the whole time and I wouldn't be bored 👀😂😂 - Buck's story was surprising but I'm invested, I can't wait to see how it develops - and Hen can retake the exam!!! I'm so happy for her haha

#911 spoilers #911 #911 s6 spoilers #911 s6 #911 6x04 #thoughts while watching #long post #episode commentary

[shiningstages]

I’ve kind of been head-empty when it comes to Actually Writing; I’ve literally just been thinking about everything in my head but I just. Can’t type / forgot how in a sense? And I really don’t know how to get out of this specific funk since it’s not my usual bluh or tiredness or anything, so...IDK?????

#;big bubble blowing baby! ( ooc ) #( maybe the tired has evolved??? or maybe my brain is just thinking about too much right now??? #the latter could be totally true since i'm worried about my internship + niji audition + a specific class that is Shaky Grade oooo #that's................probably it fgdgxdhfgj like how i semi-ghosted people because my mind was so focused on classes and niji #which i'm so sorry btw for people who have been left hanging for days on end last month!! it was an interesting time #i think i'm also grappling with the huge desire to actually become a vtuber but the knowing that i won't be able to like #do it all alone; and i guess a self-esteem connection in feeling like people would / do like me but also no one would dhfggfgj #and i only have my laptop........if i even passed the first step i'd be a million times more motivated to clean / write / buy pc #my mind was so committed to niji actually omg.........i've really been narrowsighted; the end of the month needs to get here #so i can know if i get an email or not ( really wish they had an auto email for those not accepted too like unis do ) #my brain has honestly been so foggy outside of that; i need to get my act together.....hopefully with chorus practice; that might help )

[soyouthinkucanwrite]

July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo oneshot

[leviiattacks]

heyyy there, saw your requests are open. and i'm wondering maybe you could do a timeskip where everything is done and levi finally opened his tea shop. then there he met reader, and he treats them differently from other customers. thank you, hope you're having a good day.

author note :: this was kinda rushed as is most of what i post. the reader is a writer just bc i thought it would be cute and also ISTG. i wrote this entire thing thinking leviolas was such a cool name for a tea shop then googled it and saw it’s also the name of a spider so... ++ btw i have not yet double checked or proofread this because i wrote it at 2am but yeah it’s definitely not great :-) word count :: 2.4k??? somehow???

you’re sweet like honey when you first order from leviolas. you’re the same when you ask the owner for extra napkins and you remain exactly the same when you return with the intention to stick around for a writing session with a black tea by your side

something about you is attractive. that’s what levi thinks of you when you first walk into leviolas

you’re just incredibly wholesome poking your head around looking at all of the handmade pastries and confectioneries in admiration

you think the homely decor is cute and reminiscent of cottages in the countryside, the view outside the windows is beautiful and the scent of coffee alongside tea is heavenly

the pastries are beautiful and you find yourself eyeing the macrons pretty frequently. just EVERYTHING about leviolas is cute :-(

but one particular thing is especially adorable to you

and that would be the owner

when you hear his name for the first time you’re a little shocked

levi ackerman to be specific captain levi ackerman, the high ranking official who aided in paradis’ independence and freed the nation from the grip of titans

you read about him a year back in a paper or two and vividly recall the valiant title he held as humanity’s strongest soldier

he still holds the title that’s for sure but now he happens to own a tea shop

it’s slightly unusual it’s not every day you see a soldier retire and live such a plain life but you suppose the simplicity makes levi happy

honestly, if you had been through hell and back like him you too would wish to spend the rest of your days in the company of tea leaves and sweet cakes

today is a day like any other you’re sat by one of the windows and contemplating sitting in the outside seating area

the sun is shining and lands uncomfortably on your face at this angle and you may as well make your way outside

but before you can a shadow looms over you and a broad chest leans over to cover the window with dainty curtains

“you looked bothered by the light.”

oh god.

it’s him.

he’s standing there looking at you with an unreadable expression and all you can do is open and close your mouth not knowing what to say

humanity’s strongest soldier

levi ackerman

also known as the really really really attractive cafe owner you’ve been crushing on for the last few months now

seeing him up close is much more different to looking at him from the comfort of your seat or whilst you order

he’s normally got his back turned whilst collecting orders or another worker collects them as he prepares the beverages

that’s why the unexpected interaction has you nervous

you can always tell when he’s made your drink because he honestly has a way with tea leaves and you kinda want to gush about how much you enjoy it

but, no, no, no.

you’re panicking just looking at him

soft black strands of hair stick to his forehead, his undercut is oddly satisfying to stare at and he smells of pine trees which again is refreshing

“ah hahaha thank you for blocking the sun out!!”

why the fuck did you ha ha????

this is so awkward.

putting on your best front you beam up at him hoping your toothy smile doesn’t look stupid

then again it probably does because who the hell has a good toothy smile

nobody.......

levi’s gaze lingers on you but if he has anything else he wants to say he doesn’t make it known

instead he firmly nods and turns away

you’ve messed up,,

only!!! you manage to mess up even more....?

without thinking your hand latches onto the back of his blue button up and your face burns up realizing what it is you’ve done when he stiffens to a stop

as quick as your hand has grabbed onto his shirt it lets go and you awkwardly laugh again

hahahahaha

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hold onto you so hard i was just...wondering if you could let me in on your secret.”

the random sentence is one you’ve made off the top of your head because you don’t have any real reason for holding onto him

but thankfully for you the saccharine of your voice is enough to sway levi

when he turns to see you with the same smile eagerly awaiting his answer something sparks in him

his chest feels a little funny but he ignores it

“secret?” he questions

“yeah!! your tea!! you’re really good at making it and aaaahhhh” you sigh contently thinking back on it.

“i remember when i ordered rose tea one time. you made it beautifully and the taste was infused so delicately it was incredibly soothing.”

hearing you ramble passionately about what he loves to do makes his chest feel funny again

he doesn’t know what the hell is going on exactly

but the only way he can explain it is his heart somersaulting and flipping despite him not wanting it to

despite that, it’s quite enjoyable

it’s probably got something to do with your kindhearted demeanor or the way you always manage to give him a smile when you waltz in

but levi finds himself fighting to touch you more and more as the days pass

your collar is always haphazardly done and he wants to lean in and fix it

sometimes you’ll have an eyelash on your face and he wants to lean in to swipe it away with his thumb

occasionally he stares at your hair and wants to sort it out. half the time it’s all over the place from the wind

he wants to lean in and smooth it out.

all he wants to do is LEAN IN but he sees no valid reason to

he’s lucky he’s always able to catch himself before his thumb reaches your cheek (you’re very oblivious and never notice how close he really gets)

ever since your first encounter at leviolas a few months back he’s been dragged into your world of books and lively stories

it doesn’t take you long to break out of your shell and you’re always telling levi something new

he doesn’t speak as much as you but when you coax out a story or two out of him he’s always earnest

you’ve learnt a lot through the conversations

you’ve learnt about his lost comrades, the horrible things he had to see on the battlefield, how he hopes he’ll live happy with what he has left

there are certain conversation topics he skips entirely and you respect his boundaries

you and levi are sat by a window and a comfortable silence floats between you two

it’s been four months

four months since you asked what his secret was

come to think of it he never told you what it was

he’s intently staring at you as you drink the lemon tea he’s just made you and his stare is a little too intense

feeling nervous you pick up your cup hoping for something to occupy yourself

recently the butterflies in your stomach have been increasing in number but you know it’s wrong to fancy levi

you don’t know why you think that but it’s the fact that you’re sure you’re not his type

he probably likes organised people, dependable people, funny people

not you.

you’re just an irksome author who spends your days writing in his shop

honestly he finds you annoying he has to. you’re always hanging around here

however, you do remember the one day you did choose to write in the park he thought you had died or something. that made you feel a little sad because he can’t really help but automatically worry if his routine is broken and you happen to have accidentally become part of his schedule

no, like levi’s literally said he has your name in his planner and whenever he thinks of a new thing to make you he’ll write it down with your name next to it

but still,, you’re convinced he has to find you annoying

there’s no reason for thinking it but you DEFINITELY think it’s correct

absentmindedly you haven’t even noticed levi still staring at you

“y/n?”

looking up at levi he’s clearly worried about something

humming in response telling him to continue he does

“i like someone.”

oh.

“...i’m not sure they’d return my feelings, that’s why i mentioned it.”

you smile at him warmly and you feel your heart sink, obviously he has to like someone. it’s probably someone in the corps, someone strong, someone capable. you’re not any of those things.

“well, you need not worry. if a man as good as you fancied me i’d be over the moon. i’m sure they would too!”

keep optimistic, don’t let him see you upset.

levi’s cheeks grow bright red and he bashfully tries to hide his embarrassment by covering his face with his hands

you laugh when he doesn’t budge and stays in the same position 

“c’mon levi, confess they’ll accept you have nothing to fear.” you coo persuasively

finally letting up after a few seconds he lets his arms drop to his sides.

“would you date me?”

the question takes you aback and you stare at him startled

soon realizing the idiocy laced in the inquiry he quickly retracts his statement

“nevermind, that was stupid.”

ignoring him you still want to answer

“uh well, i would. i have thought about it on occasion.”

he’s blinking rapidly trying to process what you’ve just admitted.

“you’ve thought about...?”

“dating you. yes i have.”

“and why the hell would you do that?” you can’t tell if he’s mad at you

“you’re capable, respectful. you’re considerate and quiet. i mean it you’re an amazing man really. also your tea!! imagine getting to drink it every day.”

you really have to add in the part about his tea because you know he loves it when you compliment it :-)

“ok, you drink my tea every day already.”

his short uninterested response stings and the dam of regret bursts open 

you shouldn’t have said all of that.

you and levi sit in an awkward silence for what feels like an eternity. you don’t dare look at him and your course of action is too drink your tea as quick as possible before dismissing yourself.

but before you can set your plan in motion levi breaks the ice.

“let’s date.”

you freeze and your eyes grow to the size of saucers

what did he just say???

he has to be losing his mind

“but levi what about the person you like?”

his eyebrow cocks upwards and an amused expression stretches across his face.

“i was talking about you.” he confesses boldly

this is a fever dream, nope, nope nope. you can not comprehend that this is your reality.

pinching your arm you hiss a little when you feel the pain

okay so, you’re definitely not dreaming...

“i, you, me. you...you like me?” the sentence is a jumble of words but you manage to sputter out something that makes sense

“yes. i like you.”

he’s being so blunt you can’t tell if he’s being serious but when you remind yourself that this is levi you relax, a blunt straightforward confession is meaningful coming from him 

BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT

HELLO???? HE LIKES YOU BACK?%^%^”*

you get all blushy and flustered and you let out another one of your awkward hahahahaha’s but it’s a good hahahahaha

cautiously testing the waters he grabs your hand from across the table intertwining his fingers with yours

the gesture is adorable. the buzzing sensation that travels through your laced fingers makes you giggle to yourself giddily

“leviolas suddenly a matchmaking agency now? ;-)” your joke is dry and unfunny and levi rolls his eyes at it 

“you’re not funny.”

“but you still like me.” you tease

“yes. i still like you.” he admits

a few days have passed since then

you and levi have been the talk of the town 

humanity’s strongest soldier finally found his flame???

the chatter and rumors spread like wildfire, both you and levi aren’t fans of being in the spotlight but nothing negative has been said so there’s no complaints so far

levi places a cup of tea in front of you, it’s a herbal kind because you’ve been complaining about a headache

today you’re explaining why you dislike the plot of beauty and the beast and how there’s so much wrong with it. from the weirdly toxic relationship to the power imbalance. levi stands listening attentively whilst waiting for you to take a sip of the tea

just as you’ve paused to take a large breathe and prepare yourself to continue explaining how unbearable that book is levi uses it as his chance to say what he’s been wanting to 

“drink up before it’s ice cold.”

following his instructions you interrupt yourself and take a gulp of the herbal tea

your eyes glimmer in approval. it tastes of strawberries and you’re delighted already feeling your mood slightly raise in response

“it’s GREAT?? what did you put in it?? it doesn’t even taste medicinal.” once again, you’re fawning over his tea

“so levi ackerman, what really is the secret to all these perfect cups of tea?”

and without a seconds hesitation he responds.

“i was making the tea for you. that’s the secret.”

it takes a while for the gravity of his words to sink it but when the meaning does you cup his face in your palms and peck him everywhere. he whines a little but you can tell he enjoys the attention

you find that you’re more than happy you’ve found a home in levi and his shop

and levi’s more than happy he’s found a home in you and your books

:-)

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[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

🕯Anon said: hi sweetheart 🕊 can you write about armin having a quiet night with the reader? something like wearing comfy pajamas, fairy lights, cute little candles, incense, soft songs and maybe some reading? and they just cuddling? 🥺 i think about that whenever i go to sleep and do all of the above, but i'm just by myself lmao anyways, thank you so much 🌸 (btw i'm the anon who asked you about the armin x painter!reader 🥺 hello 🥺 i just love how you write can we be friends please) 🕯

Quiet night with Armin

{ Armin x Reader | tw:none | sleep help, comfort, fluff | modern }

{ "Twilight, Valley of the Genesee" 1865 by Samuel Colman 1832 - 1920 }

Shimmering golden hues weaved across pastel blue walls in the form of strings, crossing the bookshelf before making a turn at the plants corner, illuminating the room with a soft warm glow.

Your head rested against the satin pillow, just right above Armin's shoulder, close enough that you can see the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. The ends of his hair ghosting over your cheek whenever he leaned to tell a particular clever line of the book he's been reading to you.

You can't exactly remember the name of it, but you can clearly recall his excited smile this morning when showing it to you.

"It's one of my favourites" he said, "the last time i got to reread it was in high-school, has it really been that long?" And that's all you can remember from the conversation before it got sidetracked by him asking if you had lunch yet.

There's definitely something to be said about rereading a book over and over again, a sense of familiarity, an attachment to the characters, plot and world setting. It's almost magic how quickly your comfort book, show or movie can turn a horrible day into a nice one, making it the silver lining.

Looking at the way Armin would pause for a second after some lines, or chuckle at random scenes, like it's an inside joke between him and his mind, you can tell he's definitely recalling some good memories.

Just like how he's adding to his list of comfort memories by sharing this experience with you, he wants you to be a part of this silly book he once picked up as a child and continued to revisit every few years.

You glance at the remaining pages, just as he flips another one to start anew. You've already finished a third of the book, only a quarter remaining.

It's not that you're getting impatient, but it's more that the soft blanket draped over you, the warmth of Armin's body pressed next to yours and the sound of his voice, are all luring you into a hazy cloudy state where your eyelids feel too heavy and turning your head to check the clock seems too exhausting.

How long has it been? since you curled up against him right after you went to put your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink.

You don't have the heart to tell him that your brain stopped registering the words he's saying and instead listens to the tone of his soft-spoken voice and reacts accordingly. Stealing another glance at the remaining pages, you notice a few missing, okay good, just a few more. You can hold on right?

Right?

Forcing your eyes open, you suppress a yawn threatening to rise before curling even closer to his shoulder, face against his neck, hand over his chest.

Instead of focusing on his calming heartbeat, you try to focus your attention on different things, like the smell of snowdrops flowers filling the room from the scented incense sitting on the nightstand. 

Snowdrops, the milky bell-like flowers who befriended the cold harsh snow herself.

An ancient German tale that Armin told you, on one early spring morning. When the universe was just in bloom, as the earth shaped its form and the plants dressed themselves, when the god in the heavens above just created snow, she was told to go seek her colours from the flowers below.

She came with her request, but the flowers turned their heads, refusing to acknowledge her for she is the reason for the harsh weather, deeming their life spans short, overzealous and jealous, protecting their colours from the merciless lady snow. 

She was left all alone, friendliness, colourless with no love or sympathy from a soul.

Except for one, came knocking on her door, head bowed down and humbly offered to share. Snowdrops were the flowers that warmed the snow's heart, and so white was the colour in which snow was known.

Snow made a vow, to always protect her one and only friend, even from her own self. Under her watchful gaze, snowdrops were gifted with warmth that let them be the first flowers to bloom when winter bid her goodbyes as spring was arriving soon.

You've never seen snowdrops the same since, their delicate and shy nature standing out between all the proud flowers, you even suggested planting some to Armin.

"...but sweetheart" you remember him saying with a frown, " snowdrops are poisonous."

…

Yeah, and so getting their scented incense was the second best option available.

You hear the sound of another page being turned, fewer left to go, just hold on a bit longer.

Wondering the room with your eyes, your gaze fell on the straw sunhat hanging from the on the back of a chair. It's Armin's favourite, he'd always wear it when the sun was particularly bright that day.

you remember him saying it was a gift from his grandpa when he was a child.

His grandpa...didn't you visit his farm a few months ago?

...yeah you did, you can recall clearly, how you were:

Squinting your eyes to avoid the bright sun, you wiped the sweat collecting on your forehead before leaning your head back against the wooden wall. The occasional passing cool breeze distracting you from the dryness in your throat, even after moving to sit in the shade your skin still felt too hot.

The grassy fields in front stretched wide before ending in white pained fences, where the crops patches for vegetables started.

The sudden gentle waves of cool air against your skin made you glance to the side, where Armin was fanning you with his hat, while holding a tray with two ice filled lemonades in his other hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go inside?" He said, sitting next to you before handing you the cold drink, "you've already done a lot, I'll do take care of the rest."

You've been helping Armin with the farm work since sunrise, feeding the animals together and watering the crops, saying you're exhausted from the scorching hot sun was an underestimation.

And yet, somehow Armin seems unaffected. Not a sign of being bothered as he sat there next to you with his rolled up sleeves and cuffed pants, the slight flushing to his face was the only thing he got from the sun.

"Yeah, I need to lay down a bit." You remember saying, after emptying your drink in one go.

"If that's the case then-" setting the tray aside, Armin patted his lap while looking at you, "Come here."

Too tired to protest, you layed your head on his thigh, feeling your back stretching and the cool air from his fanning was already making you feel better.

"You know, there's a story my grandpa used to tell me about the sun."

An Australian folklore, about a time when the earth was merged in absolute Darkness, when even the stars refused to light up the sky.

Eternal darkness was the fate of humanity, as people were spent their lives carrying torches to light up their way.

Gnowee was an alone mother in a forsaken world, left to fend for her little son. Each day while he slept safely, she'd venture into the the fields in search for plants or seeds. Knowing very well that's it's a matter of life and death if she couldn't come back with something edible.

Each day she'd come with whatever she could find, feeding it to her son even if it meant sleeping on an empty stomach.

But with food scarce and the abyss looming at every corner, things were harder each day.

One day after rocking her child to sleep, she quietly left with her torch to dig for yams she saw on her way last time. Retracting her footsteps, it was a long journey but she knew it'd be worth it.

And so she walked and walked till she reached the place, began digging the ground but dirt and mud was all that she could find. But she couldn't just go back to her son empty handed, and so she wandered far.

She wandered so far in fact that she reached the end, not the end of her journey but the end of the earth itself.

Somehow, in someway she managed to pass from under it, her will for her son to live another day far greater that anything, and so she emerged from the other side.

The void.

Where nothingness lived.

Looking at the vast empty space, she didn't know where she was, the line between the ground and walls was so blurred that she thought she's floating.

Panic and dread filled her mind as she raised her torch higher and higher, attempting to clear a path for her to see. For she had to go back to her son, all alone sleeping by himself.

Climbing the sky was her only solution, as she wondered the world, unknowingly lighting up a path with her as she went.

"And so the Sun Goddess wonders the sky above, in search for her son." Armin told you that day, before offering you his own lemonade to drink because he was still worried about you.

...

You can't recall how that day ended, you think you might have fell asleep on his lap right after.

The fairylights on the wall reminded you of the clear stars sky you've seen while on the farm, his grandfather was a really sweet guy too.

With your mind still coulded in drowsiness, your hearing was also delayed apparently, since you just noticed the book in Armin's hold was closed with him staring at you with a smile instead.

Moving so he could set the book on the nightstand, Armin turned towards you before pulling you closer to him, making sure the covers don't slip off of you. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with love in his eyes.

"I'm sorry baby, did I take too long?" He said, glancing at the clock behind you answered his question. 

You shook your head, murmuring a slurred "it's alright." 

Posture visibly relaxing, he gave your cheek a small kiss before resting too on the pillow next to you, a yawn escaping him.

With half closed eyes, you saw him cuddling close to your chest, features softening as he bid you goodnight. Your hand moved to stroke his hair just like he always liked, lacing your fingers through the soft strands you closed your eyes too. 

Warmth took over you, the feeling of his soft breath near your neck, the comfortable weight of his arms around you, the slow ticking of the clock, it all rocked you to sleep as you happily gave in.

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[beautifulterriblequeen]

B2:S - Chapter 5

Much of this series will be about the differences and additions in the novel version, and how they contribute to my understanding of story canon. But there will be character appreciation, the odd theory and headcanon, and suchlike as well.

Here be lots of Viren deets, Best Boy Soren deets, some writing/continuity stuff, worldbuilding appreciation and half of a theory, Detective Rayla, Moon Temple geeking, Claudium and dark magic, and more!

Spoilers for Book Two: Sky below.

(I know for darn sure that I wrote up a post for chapter 4, but I can't find it anywhere so I guess Tumblr ate it and I'll have to redo it at some point, but today is not that day)

Viren, my evil dude, my bad guy, coming in clutch with the worldbuilding and backstory again! If you want to know decades of information, you gotta talk to Viren. Or read his scenes, at least. Here, he seems to not sleep much when he has a big problem to analyze his way through. Solutions trump pretty much everything else in this guy's life, and he's had a really hard week with a lot of new and complicated problems. Of course he's getting sleep-deprived trying to find his way through them all.

Harrow put so much trust in Viren when he made him High Mage! He just threw himself extra hard at that Lady Justice blindfold, didn't he? Didn't really want to see what Viren was doing in his magic study, so he left Viren to his devices. And Viren has a lot of devices.

Also, this is fascinating: Viren made the secret passage to his "less official study" in Katolis Castle! And he was inspired to do so by the way his own mentor kept the Puzzle House. What else could a Puzzle House be, except a place with secret passages? Yay! secret headcanon that "the Puzzle House" is just "Katolis Castle" from Kid Viren's perspective tho

So either Viren built all of those passageways, or at least the ones to his dungeon. Which means he has to have, or know where to get, a stash of those glowing blue Moonshadow crystals. Hmmm.

I can't wait to learn more about Kpp'Ar and young Viren, btw. From this description of Viren and all his literal secret ways, it feels like another parallel between Viren and Runaan, with the whole "secretive paths, members only, insider knowledge" type stuff. Only the really cool members of this cult club get to know the secrets, and guess what, kid, you're cool now but you can never tell anyone, okay? Our secret.

Yeahhh, that'll never backfire in any way for either of them.

Kpp'Ar calling puzzles and secrets "man-made magic," though. Yes sir, knowledge is indeed power.

This chapter mentions Runaan by name, from Viren's perspective. Generally that would imply that Viren knows his name, even though assassins do not share their names, and Runaan didn't seem to give his to Viren in the first book. However, there was a scene in book one where the last paragraph switched perspective from Viren to Runaan - a technique that's very common in visual media like movies and shows and gives you that "ohoho they left the room and didn't notice this, but you do!" vibe. Using Runaan's name there in book one, where Viren couldn't see it but readers could, helps them keep track of the assassin's story arc while maintaining Viren's racism.

So in book two, in which Runaan has no onscreen scenes (alas), using his name in a scene that calls back to the events in book one helps us remember what happened in that dungeon cell. It would be a bit muddier to recall the specifics if Viren kept thinking about Runaan as "Elf." So I'm cool with the perspective nudge because it serves a narrative purpose: clarity. But I'm also enjoying the angst of considering that, somehow, Viren learned Runaan's name either during or after the coining spell. Mwa ha ha haaa. (Obligatory "Keep my pretty name outta your mouth" goes here)

Okay, back to Viren's scheming! He took the mirror because it was human-sized in a dragon lair. He knew it didn't really fit there, and that made it interesting, so he stole it. But he realized it was really powerful when Runaan wouldn't tell him squat about it - the assassin's instinct to protect Xadian secrets from human hands meant that Viren was holding a very powerful Xadian secret. And that just made him want it all the more. Ah, Runaan, if only your relationship with lying was, like, the exact opposite of what it is. Nyx could've spun Viren a believable tale in 2 minutes flat.

Also of interest: Viren considers his cursed coins to be a final fate. He expects Runaan to remain in his coin forever. With the Chekhov's coins still extant in the storyline, we can assume that they'll come up again eventually, but Viren has no current plans to do anything with his elf money except carry it around.

It's worth noting that Viren admits that he got impatient when he trapped Runaan in the coin. Runaan's first fate in Katolis was supposed to be death at Soren's hands, but Claudia "saved" him from that. His next fate was to become spell components, but Viren's frustration with his stubbornness "saved" him from that fate, too. So now he's in a coin, where no one can chop him up at all. Yay? No, boo!

We get one last line about Runaan before Viren shifts gears: he makes a point of noting for us that Runaan's shackles are still locked shut. However much of Runaan made it into that coin - body, soul, hair care products - he was magicked there, pulled right out of his restraints.

The creepy black liquid that Viren pours right into his eyes is the last of a powerful potion he got from Kpp'Ar, and its recipe is ancient! Humans used it back in the age of Elarion to see through the illusions of the world. And we get a delightfully creepy bit of description about the preparation of this serum, which makes it abundantly clear that it's a Moon magic-based concoction, harvested from eyeless vipers on a moonless night, with the threat of irrevocable madness ("madness" by whose definition, though) if it's done wrong-

Hang on. Hold up. This is a Plato's Cave reference. OH MY GOD.

No no I'm fine, this is brilliant. Sorry, sorry, I couldn't figure why there was so much description for a potion prep that Viren didn't even have to perform himself. But now I get it. I see the light. HA. I should make a separate post for this, it's amazing.

Anyway, for reference, the humans who used this serum were called the Oracles of Ophidia, and Ophidia is a taxonomy group that includes all modern snakes. Can you say "creepy ancient snake rites"? I can! Woo!

Viren activates the serum with a spell, but apparently he's never done it before. He's not sure if it's supposed to be hot and bubbly, and he worries that it's been tainted by moonlight.

Oh, I do hope so.

The magic potion hurts, a lot. Viren will do just about anything, to himself or anyone, to do what he believes is necessary. He just risked madness and blindness to find out what this mirror does! Viren. Can you just. Take a nap or something. Have a Snickers.

This chapter gives us a fun clue that I don't remember from the show: when Viren's vision clears and he can see, his reflection has white pupils and the room reflected in the mirror has inverted colors. You know where else has inverted colors?

You know who else got white pupils for a hot second?

Okay, now it makes sense! Viren and Lujanne were both seeing into the realm beyond life and death. Him with his moon magic potion, and her with her moon powers on a full moon night at the Moon Nexus. Which is Very Interesting! Is it a direct hint about Aaravos's location, or just a separate cool detail? Orrr, does it look like a direct hint because Aaravos is actually trapped in the world beyond life and death, but it's actually separate and we'll see something about white pupils again later on?

Viren really does have self-esteem issues, we all picked up on it with his rant at his reflection. He throws a fit when he catches himself wondering if he's actually worthless. In the book version of his tantrum, he shoves the mirror and hurls a candelabra instead of flipping a table. He didn't need to shove the mirror to set the fire, but it's in here. Foreshadowing that perhaps, if push comes to shove, Viren will choose himself over Aaravos? Giving Aaravos time to peek through and see that the coast is clear?

Soren, my boyyyyy. He has a rough night at the Moon Nexus because two sides of him are fighting with each other. He struggles to understand Callum's friendship with Rayla, and he also fantasizes about chopping off Rayla's head. One of these is a pretty ordinary thing to do. The other is Soren's internalization of what he needs to do to gain his father's approval. If he brought his dad a chopped off elf head every week, he'd probably feel a lot more confident because Viren would praise him a lot more.

Okay, okay, omg, is it just me, or does the "Moonshadow Madness" story, as it's told in the book, seem like Soren just doesn't know what a monsterfucker is? He thinks an elf bite puts humans under a spell. But vampires are sexy, and some people want them to do more to them than just bite them. A passionate kiss under the moonlight could look very bitey, especially if one of the participants has horns and you're already culturally trained to hate them. No yeah, I'm already headcanoning an actual human-elf kiss that got misunderstood by an observer long ago.

it's Lujanne isn't it, we all know, because what is a love spell but a sweet soft illusion, I mean how else does she get supplies for her Caldera, I ask you, and also Corvus was totally sent to investigate once and he told Soren at camp what he saw

And then back to magefam angst: Soren pretending that his sister's nose-tapping is stupid, even though he actually thinks it's cool, just because their dad thinks it's stupid. Viren, istg. Let your kids like harmless things. It's so cute that Soren taps his nose back at her, though! Like they have their own sibling code. I hope we get to see the nose tap again, especially now that they've chosen different sides. It could mean so much, that they're not too far apart yet.

Rayla knows what buttery pancakes smell like. I love this. Do Moonshadow elves have butter and pancakes, does Rayla eat a stack of eight giant pancakes in the morning? Orrrr it is just illusion food? I don't care, let Rayla have pancakes! Everyone loves pancakes. Pancakes will save the world. this message brought to you by the fact that I can't eat pancakes rn, send help

I love that Rayla is both sus of the pancakes and hungry, and that combines into a very motivated "I will get to the bottom of this" attitude. She kind of goes into Poirot Mode when she inserts herself into Soren and Ellis's conversation about Ava, explaining about the wolf's illusion leg and segueing into her claim that the pancakes taste sus. Claudia confirms she used dark magic, and Rayla is furious. It's different than the show's version in that it puts Rayla in detective mode, as the only Moonshadow elf in the scene, and boy does she take that role seriously. Also, she doesn't actually swallow the dark magic pancake bite. It ends up on the ground just like Lujanne's grubs from that earlier meal. These poor kids are so nutrient-starved. You guys gotta eat!!

Rayla's determination and prejudices and the fact that she super knows Harrow is dead all dovetail to make her try repeatedly to persuade Callum that Soren and Claudia are Not To Be Trusted. It's nice that the book keeps taking the time to point out that Rayla is Well Intentioned But Flawed, just like Callum and pretty much every other character in the show. No one is Right All The Time, no one Knows More Than Everyone Else.

Callum loving the sound of Claudia's unique voice is so wholesome. When you like someone, it only makes sense that you like all the things about them that they can't change - like the sound of Claudia's voice. Her choices with dark magic, not so much!

Claudia seems to have the same concerns Soren does about Callum's relationship with Rayla, but she comes out and asks him. The inherent possession implied in "your elf" is interesting, though. Elves are not people to Claudia. They're enemies who can be disassembled for the magic inside them. So maybe more like robots than living beings, if she knew what a robot was. Maybe she heard Soren's "Moonshadow Madness" story and realized he totally missed the kissing implications - but she didn't, and now she's genuinely worried that Rayla could kiss Callum under a full moon and enchant him to do her will. Good thing it's only a half moon, then!

Okay, Callum nervously making a puppet hand and then not knowing what to do with his hands and freaking out about itching and moving and pointy elbows is such a ND mood. The sudden stress of knowing that someone else is noticing your existence and maybe you're Not Existing Right, amirite? Ugh, poor Callum.

The Moon Temple! Omg it's so pretty in the description! Made to be beautiful and useful, full of knowledge but also allowing light and life inside (butterflies and vines). Lujanne, when can I move in, please? Also, it's all the more angsty because Lujanne is the only one who gets to see this beautiful place, but it has lots of chairs and shelves and tables, and it was meant to be used by lots of people. :(((

Claudia knows some of the runes on the walls. She isn't in a hurry to copy the rest of them down or anything, either. Her spellwriting is very precise, and she's a skilled mage. Her father would have made sure she was aware of the dangers of drawing sloppy runes, as much as he made her aware of the dangers of doing dark magic wrong. And the whole point of dark magic is that it's easier to learn than primal magic. Claudia supports her dad and their shared knowledge and life path. She's not gonna go nuts over an elf library she can't translate.

Side note: Between Claudia knowing some Moon runes and Viren building a secret passageway and a dungeon and lighting it with the same blue crystals that Lujanne and Ethari use for light--and Claudia exclaiming that she loves ruins--I wonder once more if there are really Moonshadow ruins somewhere in Katolis, which Viren has found and looted. Father-daughter relic hunting trip, maybe while Soren is away at camp? Omgsh that would be so wild!

Callum out here having a Viren moment with his "I feel powerless unless I've got magic that lets me help" vibes. God. I love their complicated mirroring. One of the hard differences between them is that Callum is very sure dark magic is bad because you have to kill stuff and take its power to cast spells, and he doesn't want to be a person who kills and takes like that. The line he walks to be nice to Claudia on their tour of the Cursed Caldera because he likes her, while telling her that he doesn't want to do her magic, like, ever, is so fine that it might as well be a shifting shadow on the ground. It's a very fitting conversation to be having during the half moon, with its tricks and little white lies.

Callum being out of the castle and his comfort zone, having to deal with the fact that the Claudia he loves is not quite the Claudia who's chasing him down across the kingdom, but of the two of them, he's the only one with a problem with this.

They say that if you really want to get to know someone, you should spend time with them outside their comfort zone - in heavy traffic, with a small baby, taking care of a new pet, trying a new skill, following unfamiliar directions, etc. While the castle is familiar territory for them both, Callum's never really found his comfort zone yet, while Claudia is pretty comfortable with her growing skill set. The creepy part starts to kick in when Callum begins to realize that Claudia's comfort zone encompasses a whole bunch of stuff that seems like it should make her uncomfortable... but it doesn't. But that'll be for a future chapter!

#book two: sky spoilers #book two: sky #b2:s #tdp spoilers #viren #harrow #rayla #runaan #callum #claudia #soren #lujanne #moonshadow elves #aaravos

[bumblesimagines]

The Oldest Pogue

Request: Yes or No

Heads up for most of these Outer Banks fic I'll probably do the mini intro lol they're fun. Btw timelines a lil weird. Takes place in ep 1 but have the party the day after they find the boat and all that. Idk Shoupe's first name so imma just call him Shoupe or dad. Idk what grade everyone is in but imma assume that the Pogues and Sarah (+ Topper) are sophomores/juniors since they're 16

~

"Then there's (Y/N) Shoupe, better known as Mama Pogue or (N/N). We got lucky with (Y/N) since he's the deputy's son. He's the definition of a mom friend, always taking care of us. We'd probably starve to death without his meals. Though we would never admit it, we all had crushes on him when we first met him."

(Y/N) entered the house, glancing at a passed out JJ. He chuckled, shaking his head as John B stepped out of his room.

"Morning, sweetie." (Y/N) greeted playfully, setting down groceries.

"Sorry I couldn't join you guys yesterday." (Y/N) started putting the things away and began making some lunch for the boys. John B shrugged.

"It's fine, you'll make it up to us with food." John B replied with a grin. (Y/N) chuckled, nodding.

"Where'd you go?" (Y/N) asked. John B sat at the table, glancing at JJ.

"Motel.. Found a sunken boat and a key in it so we went to the motel. Had to dodge your dad. He took money from a potential crime scene." John B told him. (Y/N) sighed.

"What do you want me to do? He already says half of our conversations are 'political'. He doesn't like that I'm hanging out with a bunch of idiots." (Y/N) said as Kiara and Pope entered.

"Ouch." Kiara grinned, glancing at JJ as he stirred. "Did you tell him about the gun and money?"

"Gun?"

"I was getting to that, Kie." John B sighed. "JJ took the gun."

"Jesus.. A gun? Underaged with an unregistered gun and no license?" (Y/N) stared at them. "Do you know how much trouble you'll get into?!"

"I tried to tell them, (N/N)." Pope said. (Y/N) pinched the bridge of his nose, putting the two plates of burgers before approaching the half asleep male.

"JJ, a gun? Really? Of all things?" (Y/N) stared at him. "Huh?" JJ looked at him, drool coming out the side of his mouth. A swift smack to the back of his head woke him up.

"Jesus, what the fuck?" JJ huffed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Come eat breakfast, JJ." John B called.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you four?" (Y/N) asked, sighing softly. JJ stood, chuckling.

"Love us." He replied, going to the table and sitting down.

"Please don't play with a gun." (Y/N) looked at him. JJ nodded, raising his hands. "Promise, Mama Pogue."

"Swear on Cheesecake?" (Y/N) cocked a brow.

"Cheesecake?" Kiara furrowed her brows.

"I swear.. I swear on Cheesecake that I won't play with the gun." JJ gave a nod. (Y/N) nodded, crossing his arms.

"Who's Cheescake?" Pope asked. "A fish we caught." JJ replied, mouth full.

"Gross." Kiara cringed, giggling.

"Eat with your mouth closed." (Y/N) called. JJ swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, mom." JJ replied, grinning. (Y/N) shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"How's everyone after Agatha?" Pope asked.

"I mean.. People have been calling the department left and right. The power will probably be out for a while." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Bet those kooks will have power in no time." JJ mumbled, shaking his head.

"Can't believe the one day I don't hang out with you guys, JJ gets a fucking gun." (Y/N) sighed, shaking his head.

"Also! John B and Pope surfed the surge." Kiara said.

"You did what?!"

"Way to snitch on us, Kie." Pope mumbled. Kiara shrugged.

"It's called payback." Kiara replied with a chuckle.

"If it took down a boat, it probably could've taken you along with it." (Y/N) placed his hands on his hips. JJ mimicked him, earning another smack on the head.

"Come on, we're having a party at the boneyard." John B said.

(Y/N) laughed as he won the drinking competition. JJ laughed, high fiving him. Kiara noticed the JJ held onto (Y/N)'s hand for a little longer than needed.

"What would daddy say if he saw you drinking?" JJ asked, getting another cup. The two headed over to John B. (Y/N) laughed.

"What's he gonna do? Ground me? Lock me up for drinking?" (Y/N) questioned. JJ shrugged, grinning as he offered John B a cup but noticed Sarah Cameron and offered it to her instead.

"Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milawaukee beverage?" JJ asked. (Y/N) shot him a look, glancing at Topper.

"No, thanks." Sarah smiled, shaking her head.

"Come on. Is it not fancy enough for you?" JJ asked.

"No, we were just leaving-"

"You know what? I'll take it." Topper cut in. (Y/N) and John B shared a look.

"Let it go, JJ-"

"No, no, I'll have it." Topper cut (Y/N) off.

"That's nice, Topper but I didn't ask you. Now, if you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn't. So, Sarah-" Topper knocked the drink out of JJ's hands which in turn made JJ grab him by the shirt.

"JJ!" (Y/N) grabbed him as John B and Pope came in, pushing him away as well.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper shouted. (Y/N) looked at John B.

"John B, don't you dare-" John B turned around, shoving Topper back. Sarah tried to cut in but Topper punched John B. The fight caught the attention of everyone else. Topper kicked John B while he was on the ground.

"Hey, John B, don't make me down you like your old man, alright?" Topper said.

"This dumb fucking blonde." (Y/N) whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. A fight quickly broke out, the two fighting in the waves and sand as the crowd chanted. (Y/N) watched them, trying to get them to stop.

"Topper, stop!" Sarah shouted, trying to stop her boyfriend from drowning John B. (Y/N) quickly stepped in, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him back, punching him. John B coughed behind him, head spinning.

"You wanna go, Shoupe?" Topper asked. (Y/N) went to respond but a gun was pressed to the side of Topper's head, the safety clicking.

"JJ-"

"Your move, broski." JJ stared at Topper. Most of the teens on the beach ran while Sarah and the other Pogues tried to get JJ to put the gun away.

"We're good! We're good!" Topper repeated.

"(N/N), Kie, check your psycho friend!" Sarah watched, panicked and worried for her boyfriends life.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted, shooting two rounds into the air. Pope and Kiara shouted at JJ while (Y/N) quickly rushed to John B's side as he collapsed.

"My dad's gonna kill me." (Y/N) whispered, dragging John B out of the water.

"Help me!" (Y/N) called, getting the others attention. JJ and Pope rushed over, helping (Y/N) carry John B to the van.

"Is he okay?" Kiara asked as she drove.

"Yeah, he's breathing." (Y/N) replied, staring down at the male. John B coughed but didn't open his eyes.

"He might have a killer headache tomorrow but other than that, he should be fine." (Y/N) said.

"I can't believe you were so stupid! Taking the gun out on a kook?!" Pope stared at JJ. The two got into an argument, Kiara jumping in as well.

"Enough! JJ did it to help stop Topper from hurting me and John B. Yes, he could've done it another way and handled it better but at the end of the day, he was trying to help." (Y/N) looked at them.

"You always take his side." Pope mumbled.

"It's cause he loves me." JJ grinned.

"You're my least favourite child." (Y/N) mumbled. JJ chuckled. "Admit it. I'm your favourite." JJ cooed. (Y/N) flipped him off. They got to John B's place, getting him in bed. (Y/N) got on his dirt bike and rode off, heading home.

"Can't wait to hear this lecture." (Y/N) mumbled, parking his bike and heading inside. He entered the kitchen, starting up dinner. (Y/N) made his dad's favourite, hoping it would please him. (Y/N) heard the door open and clothes, his dad entering in uniform.

"Hey, dad." (Y/N) greeted, placing the plates of food down. He sat, shooting his dad a smile.

"Got a call not long ago. Some kid had a gun." Shoupe said, sitting down. (Y/N) hummed.

"Did you find out who it was?" (Y/N) asked. Shoupe shook his head.

"No.. But from eyewitnesses, there was a fight and I heard you were involved." Shoupe said.

"Dad, you know I'm not the violent type." (Y/N) continued to eat. "But I did punch Topper for trying to drown John B." (Y/N) said quickly.

"Thank you for being honest." Shoupe said, sighing deeply. He put his fork down and looked at his son.

"(Y/N).. I don't want these kids to ruin the possibility of you going to culinary school." Shoupe said. (Y/N) sighed, looking away. "And they will if you keep running with them."

"Dad, I'm gonna be a senior next year. I have my whole life ahead. I could enter culinary school whenever I want or feel like it." (Y/N) said. Shoupe sighed and nodded.

"I know.. I just don't want you getting stuck here. I want you to have an early start." Shoupe said. "I'll be accepting of you.. No matter what." Shoupe assured.

"Thanks, dad. Anything new today?" (Y/N) asked. He thought back onto what John B told him.

"Nope." Shoupe shook his head. (Y/N) hummed, nodding. He stood, washing the plates and heading off to bed. He hoped the following days would be better.

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #outerbanks #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks x male!reader #outer banks x you #outer banks x y/n #john b x reader #john b x male reader #Pope Heyward x reader #Pope Heyward x male reader #Kiara Carrera x reader #Kiara Carrera x male reader #JJ Maybank x reader #JJ Maybank x male reader

[alchemist-shizun]

You're a system right? I know this may be quite a bit weird but i really don't know what to do. So i? I think i might be a system, but i never interacted with alters or, anything. Is...switching feeling like someone else? I think i might but this feels so weird and i don't know if i'm me or not and this is kinda terrifying. I greatly apologize for the rushed feeling of this ask, but i really don't follow any other systems and i don't how i would even explain this to someone else. I genuinely feel crazy and like i shouldn't be dealing with these things and people, and my ""own"" name feels so. Wrong. Is this...normal

Hi! Yes I am and don’t worry about asking, I know this is a very tricky and confusing topic so I’m glad you decided to reach out.

I wanna make a premise that DID/OSDD system experiences tend to be very unique and different from one another, so when something can apply to you, it may not apply to someone else and vice versa. (Pointing this out cause denial about faking is very very very common) So don’t worry if you don’t relate to everything you search or I say.

About not interacting with alters, I want to also point out that that is normal, I didn’t talk to them before finding out I was a system, I thought they were kintypes actually, so they left small messages on notes that I could answer to and they would answer when they “shifted”. (Still don’t talk that much to some of them) DID/OSDD are disorders that tend to be imperceptible from the external people because it’s kind of like a protective shell, you feel me? And the alters might not talk to you cause they’re kind of “hiding” from you since it “needs to be a secret” both from you and others, they can keep things from you (like memories of trauma/emotional amnesia), it’s all a “we need to not be noticed and blend in” type of deal, which makes it really difficult to diagnose as well unless it’s very obvious. (in fact, alters may act like you in front of others to preserve the secret)

As for switching, this again is something personal to everybody, for example I saw a system who would yawn everytime they switched, other types are very imperceptible where you wouldn’t even know if they switched unless they told you. Now as of feeling, I for example often kinda feel this push and pull feeling in my stomach, as though someone is telling me they want to or are going to take over for me. I might get light headed as well and usually a headache follows. I have to say ever since I realized I was a system, it’s been a little more clear understanding who is around, I kinda feel their presence closer to front until they straight up talk to me. What you described sounds a lot like that one time I really didn’t know who was fronting, it gets really frustrating and I imagine you got scared, cause you’re like “okay who the heck is here? I can’t understand.”

So yeah obviously I can’t be the one to tell you if you’re a system or not, because that’s up to you understanding whether or not you relate, researching and stuff. What I can tell you is kinda my experience when someone else is fronting, they don’t feel me present at all, they tend to say I’m “having a nap” or I’m resting or I’m far in the back, so not really in control. What’s tricky is that we’re all constantly in co-consciousness (i.e. everybody knows what’s happening in front even if they’re not fronting, we don’t have amnesia between switches), so it’s harder to really be sure whether I’m there around or not if I don’t know who’s fronting. In fact, it can happen that you’re co-fronting sometimes, you can be there in control with someone else.

A small note about the co-consciousness, in case you are an OSDD-1b system like me, when someone else is fronting and then I come back, I do remember everything that happened, but it’s more like when you remember something that someone else told you. Like it’s clear that it didn’t happen to me specifically, but to my alter, but I still know exactly what happened. So the memory could affect my alter more than me. 

The name thing does sound accurate, it can be similar to depersonalization where you don’t really feel like it’s you and if you look in the mirror, you’re like “that’s not me?? what”, or I would look at my hands and it starts feeling so very very weird. Alters have different names, ages, looks and pronouns, so if someone were to call me by one of my alters’ names I’d be like “what wait a minute no I’m Purp/Edric”, and on the same way they would say they aren’t Purp/Edric, they don’t feel my physical appearance to be theirs etc. One thing that may help: often alters have different demeanours from the host and their voice tones may change, so in case you start feeling like that again, you can check for these things. For example I have an alter called Logan, his voice is probably the deepest so far between the ones who have fronted, he usually starts looking more serious as well and uses a little bit of a different vocabulary and accent too (look out for the way of speaking and accent as well other than voice tone change, those are other clear signs).

I’m sorry you felt like that but I can assure you you’re not crazy and these things can definitely happen, you’re not alone in this and you can always reach out to people! So I hope this was somewhat insightful and I want to advise a few things only to help with this: do research, look up DID and OSDD-1b or OSDD-1a to see which one you really relate to and then you can try to go deeper and see if they make sense to your experience. (In case they don’t make sense to you, try looking up depersonalization as well, cause what you described does sound like that kind of dissociation. You also can both be a system and deal with depersonalization btw)

I didn’t think I could ever possibly have an identity disorder cause I thought DID was the only one and I didn’t have amnesia at all, but when I found out about OSDD-1b it was kinda like something had clicked and I was like “wait that’s a thing??”. I’m still in denial sometimes but I work through it, so in case you do realize you’re a system, initial hard denial about faking is totally normal, you can come to me in case you need help with that and I will do my best to validate you!

As for the other piece of advice, I’d say to try and just welcome it, if you feel like you might be switching. Don’t be afraid of it, let it happen, I know it sounds easier said than done but if you think about something too much you end up focusing too much on it and it just doesn’t happen, it is also very dangerous to force it, cause forced switches end up in feeling physically sick (like very painful headaches). Take a deep breath, maybe close your eyes a second and just go “okay, I can sit back for a second”. Finding positive triggers is also a good way to tell alters they’re welcome to come out and hang around if they want.

Sorry for the lengthy answer, I have never really given advice about this before so I didn’t want to say the wrong stuff, I’m not used to it ;w;. I hope this helped in any way and in case you have more questions you can hit me up and I will do my best to answer, my DMs are also always open (might take a while cause my phone’s broken currently) and yeah, whatever answer you find, remember you’re always very very valid, okay? Hope you have a fantastic day!

#purp and anons #long post #dissociative identity disorder #osdd #purp pls stop

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey. How are you?

Well this is not really an ask but I just wanted to share something. If we're talking about jkk Or tkk then let's for once forget about romance and just focus on friendship.

IMO I believe that jk and tae are good friends but they are not really best friends. Meanwhile jkk are close and we all know that both jm and jk are very private, so just because they don't share it on SM doesn't mean they're not close. There were a lot of instances where if we wouldn't have got a picture then we would never know that it even happened.

Now what I wanted to share :

Okay so I have two college friends. And I have one best friend who isn't in the same college. So I am with my two college friends almost during the whole college time obviously, I hangout with them a lot too. But my best friend has been busy for the past few months but that's coz she's preparing for an entrance exam. Now I only hangout with my college friends and me and my best friend rarely hangout these days( we still talk obv)

But even though I hangout with those two friends, I still wouldn't say that they're my best friends. Everyone in our college thinks we're bsf but I know that we're not. It just doesn't feel like that, like I don't actually feel the connection with them but I still hangout with them because it's cool we don't have to be best of friends with everyone yk.

While my bsf, though we rarely hang out these days but whenever we meet it's like nothing has changed. We vibe perfectly well together. It's like she understands the real me and I understand her and the distance has done nothing to ruin our friendship. We don't meet regularly these days but when we do, it's just like old times.

And that's what I'm trying to say, let's keep the romantic ships aside for now. But we all have seen that jm and jk are very emotionally connected to each other and these types of bonds doesn't fade away that easily unless they had a huge fight which we can clearly see is not the case.

I'm not saying tkk are not close, they are. But imo their relationship is different from jkk. Like it's not even a comparison. Tkk are like those buddy friendships where they hangout, play games and all. But jkk has that deep emotional type of friendship where they can have those heart to hearts and a deeper conversation.

I think the reason why jikookers are insecure about tkk is not because they actually see something in them both but because of the way the whole fandom overhypes literally the smallest thing that tkk do. Tae and jk both have done much more things with other members but nobody even bat an eye but the moment tkk even stands next to each other everyone goes psycho like what's even the big deal?

Anyways everyone is entitled to their own opinion but I just wanted to share mine.

Btw love your blog. <333

Let's for once forget about romance and just focus on friendship.

Lets keep romantic ships aside for now.

Ngl anon... thats gonna be hard for me

Forgive me anon but I wanna use your ask to say something then I'll go back to your ask. If you're new u will notice when I talk about Jikook, it sounds like their relationship has been confirmed. I, believe Jikook is real. They are a couple. They kiss, they fuck, they do everything under the sun that couples do. I, believe this to be fact. I, will not be using words like if Jikook are real when I talk about them. I, will not be saying things like; assuming Jikook are a couple bla bla bla. Nah, fam. I, believe they are a couple and have been a couple for a long long time. I, do not have a 1% doubt left for just incase. In my eyes Jikook are together 110%. No, ifs, no maybes, no buts. In future if they come out dating other people, I will read that as them having broken up (God forbid) not that they've never been together. I'm sorry but any other alternatives don't make sense to me. Not when they do shit like this. Alright? We together? Good ☺☺☺

Back to anon. I agree with every single thing that you said. 1000%

-Just because we don't see it, doesn't mean it ain't happening. Facts.

- Tkk are definitely not closer than Jkk. True.

-Jkk didn't see each other as often as they used to when Jimin was working on his album. But when they reunited it's like they were never apart. True

-Tkk is overrated. Agreed.

Thanks for sharing Anon. I'm glad u like it here 😘

#bts ask #ask shaz #if jikook isn't real then neither am i #jikook is real #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #Taekook is not real

[make-me-imagine]

Hi my name is Andrea I am a straight black female with curly shoulder length brown hair. I would like a Criminal Minds and Sherlock ship please. I am smart like above-average but definitely not genius. I am funny in like to make people laugh. My friends mean the world to me and I would do anything for them. Sometimes I struggle to pay attention but when I do I'm freaking awesome. I have really bad anxiety and I really like to do art to calm myself down.(1/2)✊🏾

Ships are now closed!

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I hope you like then Andrea! Sorry they took so long~

Criminal Minds:

I ship you with Derek. Not only would he think you are very intelligent and caring, but he would find you beautiful and trustworthy to no end. He admires your strength and loyalty to your friends. He doesn’t mind your anxiety and is really good at making you feel safe, and is really patient and caring and would never force you to be in a situation you don’t feel comfortable in (he’s also kind of protective). He loves that you do art and admires your work. Also, he def calls you baby-girl like he does with Garcia and this has lead to funny situations in which he’ll say “hey baby girl” and you both turn around. Or times when you are annoyed at him and he’s trying to get your attention calling you baby-girl, and he finally appears in front of you like ?!??! and you’re just like “Oh sorry, I thought you were talking to Penelope” and he’s just like “...bro”. Both Penelope and Reid think this is hilarious btw

Prompt 6: Fake Boyfriend/Girlfriend 

It was no secret to the rest of the team that you had a crush on Derek. And unbeknownst to you, it was no secret to them that he also had a crush on you. They knew you two would figure it out eventually, but they were getting a bit impatient as well. Which is exactly how you got into this situation. 

You had all gone out together for some food and karaoke, afterwards you walked around downtown, as everyone slowly went home. Eventually leaving you and Derek alone. 

Yawning as you continued down the streets you stared up at the darkening sky “This was fun” you commented out loud.

“Yeah it was” Derek agreed as he watched you momentarily, before you stopped, watching a nearby street performer.

Derek looked around, spotting a nearby cafe that you and the others had frequented “Want a hot chocolate or something before they close?”

Following his pointed finger towards the cafe you smile before enthusiastically answering “Yeah”

He chuckled “Cool, I’ll go get some, you hang out here and watch the show” he commented towards the performer.

You smiled at him as he walked away before getting a little closer to the performer. After watching for a few moments you were surprised by a tap on your shoulder and a “Hey”

Turning to look behind you, you were met by a tall man who was smiling at you “Uh, hi? Do I know you?” you questioned, curious as to why he would approach you at all.

“No, no, I just saw you watching the performance, and thought you were cute. I thought I’d say hi” he leaned down slightly as he spoke, making you lean back slightly, as you felt your discomfort grow. 

“Well that’s nice of you” you smiled politely.

His grin grew as he continued “So, you wanna go get a drink or something?”

“Oh, sorry no, uh, I’m here with someone, he just went to go get me a drink actually” you replied honestly.

“Oh yeah, who is he? Your boyfriend?”

“Yeah actually, I am” 

You and the man turned at the same time to see Derek approaching, two drinks in his hand as he stopped next to you, glaring at the man suspiciously “And who are you?”

The man was clearly caught off guard and intimidated by Derek, he stuttered out “Oh, no don’t worry dude, I’m no one” he chuckled nervously before backing up “Enjoy your night”

“Yeah, you too” Derek said emotionless before turning fully towards you “Are you alright?” 

You nodded “Yeah I’m alright, thanks” you smiled at him, taking the drink from him as he handed it too you. 

“No problem” Derek looked off towards the direction the man went making sure he was gone “What did he want anyway?” 

“He told me I was cute and then asked if I wanted to get a drink, that was when I said I was here with someone, how did you know he was referring to you anyways? When he asked if you were my boyfriend, and also, why did you say you were?” 

“I heard you say you were here with someone, and then I heard him. And I said I was your boyfriend because I knew it would intimidate him more than thinking I was just your friend. I’m sorry if that bothered you”

“Oh, no it didn’t” you said quickly “I appreciated it” you smiled.

He returned the smile “I will pretend to be your boyfriend anytime you need”

“Thanks, I’d like that” you laughed, amused

“Unless you don’t want me to pretend, I’d be okay with that too” he commented smoothly before putting out his arm for you to take. 

You looked at his arm and then his eyes before you smiled lightly and linked your arm into his “I’d like that too actually”

“Good. Me too” he smiled as you continued your walk.

Sherlock:

I ship you with Sherlock himself. I think he would notice your intelligence. And though he also agrees that you are not a genius, he does admit, and tell you, that you are smarter than many people he has had to deal with and that you are a breath of fresh air sometimes. Especially since you actually help in on cases, unlike some people *cough* Anderson *cough*. And even though he is not the best at understanding anxiety sometimes, he does try to help you in his own way. Whether that be setting tea and biscuits outside of your room when you shut yourself away to relax, or playing you soothing music on his violin.

Prompt 12: First ‘I love you’

After a stressful day involving some not-so nice people, you needed to relax. So after shutting yourself away in your room you worked on some unfinished art, trying your best to not look back on the days events. 

Sherlock sat in his chair, trying to decide if he should go talk to you or not, if he should apologize now or later. Because he did need to apologize. He had gone off on a tangent earlier, getting you involved in a case, and causing trouble. 

And after you already had a stressful morning, you did not need him snapping at you like he did. He didn’t really mean too, he was angry at himself for doing so.

He didn’t want you to think that he didn’t appreciate everything you do to help him. Or that he doesn’t want to be with you. Hell, he was ecstatic when you moved into the apartment with him after John left to live with Mary. Though he didn’t really show it. Finally deciding he needed to apologize now, he rose from his chair and made his way to your room. 

You sat on the bed in silence before hearing a knock at the door. Looking up, you expected the door to swing open, but instead you heard another gentle knock. “Who is it?”

“Sherlock” he said gently.

You squinted in confusion, you figured it was him when he knocked, but he usually knocks and then comes in immediatley. He must still think you were mad at him. You were a little annoyed still, but you had gotten over it. You were still stressed from other events however.

“What do you need Sherlock?” you questioned.

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again “I wanted to apologize”

You were slightly shocked at this. He almost never apologizes, at least not verbally. “About?” you questioned, wondering how far he’d go.

You heard him sigh from the other side of the door “For snapping at you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I knew you had been having a stressful day, and that you didn’t deserve me to make it worse. I don’t want you to be angry with me” 

“You’ve never really cared before if I was angry, so why now?”

A moment of silence passed before you heard his voice, even quieter than it was before “Because I’ve realized something recently” 

You waited for him to continue but heard nothing, you rolled your eyes “And that would be??”

“That I love you” his voice was quiet, but you heard his words like a gunshot.

You stared at the door in shock for a moment before you rose and walked quietly to the door, pulling it open.

Sherlock stood on the other side, his face cautious as he observed yours. Shock, confusion, doubt, happiness.

“You love me?” you asked

He nodded lightly “Yes. I love you”

You stared at him for a moment, trying to process his words, wondering if he truly did mean them. Part of you knew he did. And that was the part you were going to listen too.

Quickly pulling Sherlock into a hug, he slowly wrapped his own arms around you as he felt your quickened heartbeat. “I forgive you Sherlock. And I love you too”

#ship #ship request #ships #5k ships #5k ship event #special ships #sherlock #drabble #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes x reader #criminal minds #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #andreasworlsboring101 #ask

[castleofclouds]

7 Days A Week.

Genre ; Fluff, Friendship, Slice of life, Drama.

Warnings ; possible of fourth wall breakers ( for the comedy purpose ) I dunno cringe maybe? Some cursing.

Summary ; A Story about You and Your 7 dorks ( possible another nct unit )

Part 2 ; Importance.

It's not a new news about how your boys are a totally heartthrob.

I mean, do you ever see them? You are not blind, of course you notice it.

But sometimes it's becoming too devastated actually, like do you ever imagined how bothersome is their admirers?

Let's talk about Karen.

No, not that.

Choi Hyena, basically Karen in a human form.

She chased every each one of your boy, even the minor one, well technically Jisung is a 20 years old and adult but you don't think he's old enough to be near her.

"Jisungie.." She called, Jisung who are walking right next to you stopped abruptly, he knows what's coming but he doesn't want to admit it.

Not gonna lie, Hyena is pretty.

She's totally would be a perfect girl if she got a bit of calmness within her.

".. Hmm do I know you?" Jisung said, completely irritated.

"How can you forget about me? I'm your partner in algebra class back when we still in high school!" She yelped clinging to his arm like a snake would do.

Jisung being the socially awkward he is trying his best to make Hyena grip loosened.

But he can't be harsh, he doesn't want to seem impolite, he wants to be a great person, and want to leave that impression on someone heart, unfortunately it's Hyena.

That is until he finally gave up and see you with his puppy eyes, giving you a signal to make Hyena go.

You sighed.

"Hyena, can you please leave him? He feels uncomfortable." You entreat.

They are in college Hyena acting is too much, she's like a girl who are desperate for affection, and she needs all the spotlight that she can get.

She loosened her grip on Jisung arm, Jisung went straight hiding behind you, his hand holding your arm tight like a child.

"You should calm down a little bit, and do you see? We are not a high school student anymore." You explained, she scoffed.

"You are just jealous because you don't want your boys liking me more than you." She stated.

Tired of her drama you left, with Jisung still having his arm cling to your left arm, you looked down, giving him an expression of 'she's gone now'

"No, what if she's still here? You will never know!"

You sighed leaving the babie do whatever he wants with your hands.

You go to your class, in which Jisung didn't attend, he give you last goodbye

That's more like a hug, and a pray for your luck because he knows how Miss Lucy can be a little headache.

You sit right next to Chenle, after he offered you an empty seat right next to him.

"What happened?" He asked, judging by your long face expression.

"Hyena."

Hearing her name making him shiver, the fact that girl ever become his crush back in middle school.

"Yeah, I'm not going to questioned it any further." He commented.

The class taking a lot of your time and your energy, luckily Chenle bought a chocolate, he give you one when he saw you looked like an undead monster.

Not actually, but you literally are dying.

Math is difficult, but due to your major in college, you take it, same reason as Chenle that boy will become the future CEO of a really famous Entertainment Company, so he needs to know how to be sly.

"I hate math." You stated.

"Aren't we all? I mean who likes math?" Chenle responded.

The both of you sit at the usual table the 8 of you mostly hang in cafeteria, waiting for the 6 other showing the back of their head and shining faces.

This time, not Hyena but another girl approaching the both of you.

"Hey.." She greeted, she almost sit when Chenle give a warning about how the seat is already taken.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, btw can I talk with you for a moment Chenle?" The girl asked while playing with her own dress nervously.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

Her eyes are sparkling hearing the answer, the thing that she's had been dyings wanting to talk about and had been bugging her this whole semester.

But she stopped when she saw you sitting there with your chocolate muffins stuffed onto your mouth literally savoring the taste of greatest chocolate ever.

"Do you mind?" She asked you, looking straight to you with annoyance on her face.

"Owh sorry!" You said, taking your muffins away with you to sit at another table that you found, you sit right next to Jungwoo who are flustered by the sudden entrance.

"Can I sit in here? I need to eat while sitting." You asked their permission.

"Aren't you usually sit with them?" Jaehyun asked, you point towards the girl and Chenle who are talking about something.

"Must have been annoying, I mean all you want was to enjoy your muffins how dare they interrupted your free time?" Ten scoffed, you don't know the reason behind his grudge, from your perspective Chenle is a social butterfly completely different from someone you know, he can have and making mew friends any time he sees someone who had potential and criteria.

That's another reason why you befriended him, he's kind and a totally sweetheart.

"Nah, she just want to talk, beside I love sitting here, you guys want some? I have a lot." You offered them a whole bag of muffins.

They gladly take it.

NctU is a band, your friends Mark and Haechan are a part of it, even they have other subgroups like WayV and Nct127.

The groups filled with fun people, Jungwoo, Jaehyun and Ten is one of the member, they are your seniors to!

They knew how you love your time with your friends, but sometimes some girls and some guys just can't leave them alone, so you always ended up hanging out with one of the band members.

Johnny is your best friend from the group and probably one of the best senior ever in your university.

But sadly he still have class so he can't be present at the time, you sit there talking about some stuff with them.

"So I told my mom that I would love to have more muffins." You explained eagerly how you can have a muffins everyday as your dessert.

Thanks to your mother, who are best friend with Jaemin mother, who are very kind and already take you as her own daughter, sometimes she makes you muffins, she said you can take any cake or cupcake as much as you want, she doesn't mind.

"This is why I want to have a rich friend." Jaehyun commented, Ten rolling his eyes hearing it.

"Maybe instead of searching for it, you can be one of it?" Ten said, but then Jaehyun argued back then they starting a debate competition.

You and Jungwoo just seeing the mess unfold, it's a normal day in your college, so you never really mind of it, like you knew how chaotic it can be if Renjun and Haechan meet each other.

The next thing you know, they are already at each other throat, strangled each other, even choking each other if one of them aren't done yet they start throwing fist.

It's Renjun instinct, you to sometimes bickering with Haechan, that boy just love to get a fist up his throat.

So yeah..

"You want to order a strawberry smoothie?" Jungwoo asked, you nodded he then went straight to the counter to order it.

Jaemin are finally finished his class, he went straight to the cafeteria, accompanied by Jeno, Haechan and Renjun that he met at the corridor.

He then saw you at Nct127 table, it's unusual, for you to be ended up there, but then he saw the reason, there's another girl at their usual table.

"Hello Chenle." He went straight to him, ready to scold Chenle for leaving you alone.

Haechan, Jeno and Renjun already stuffed their ears with an earphone bud.

They knew what coming, and they don't want to hear Jaemin ultrasonic nagging skill.

He glance at the girl, she smile innocently.

"I'm sorry who are you?" He start with his enrage expression, he folded his hand and put it in front of his chest, his chin are slightly up.

"Hmm.. I'm Jimin?" She said, absolutely oblivious what's coming for her.

"Well Jimin, I'm Jaemin, I'm sorry but what could be the problem you had or business with Chenle?"

"I want to talk to him, am I not allowed?"

"You are allowed of course but for what reason is it?"

"I just want to talk with him?"

Jaemin sighed, he put the colliding both of his palm making a wish gesture pointing it towards an empty seat right next to Chenle, where you were supposed to sit.

"I'm sorry but where is YN?"

She pointed at Nct127 table, you waved happily.

"See? She's happy there, now can you leave me alone? I want to talk with Chenle only." She gabble.

"Well I'm sorry miss, you are at my seat, and YN is a part of this seat, why can't she be here? She doesn't need to talk with you, and pretty sure she wasn't interested in any of your story so don't worry about eaves dropping." He complained.

"I just want to talk with Chenle only, and only him, doesn't need that friend of yours called YN or anything." She talked back, Chenle is taken aback by the sudden outburst.

"Why? Your friends is fun to, why don't you hang out with them?" Jaemin asked patiently, he doesn't like the way Jimin sudden blabbering.

"Because.. They're boring? Who likes to be friend with them anyway." She said, without much thought.

Boom, Jaemin was right, and he's filled with rage, how can Jimin act like that isn't important.

"Wait what?" Chenle finally speak up, noticing how obnoxious she is.

"What? I'm right, wasn't I?" She said again.

"No you weren't."

Her friends seeing that unfold, they felt betrayed, they knew it will come, but still they befriended her.

"Ooh.. Tea." Haechan mumble, whispering to himself.

She saw it, her friends leaving her, she followed them while angrily stomping her feet to the ground.

Drama.

"You guys can sit.." Chenle talk again after some long minute of silence, offered an empty seat right next to him.

But Jaemin having enough of it.

"Today, at YN house, we need to discuss about something."

Chenle gulped in nervousness, he know if he's going to get scolded, after they are done with college.

A few hours later.

Everyone was done with their classes, cramped their way, sitting down at YN living room, no one are brave enough to speak even Haechan, everyone know how scary Jaemin can be.

"Nana?" Mark called, Jaemin focus move slowly towards him, and glared.

"Okay, I want to talk to you guys about what's importance, I knew we can have friend outside of our group I knew it, but we can't just ignored the other other one and turn blind eye to the other." Jaemin said giving his piece of mind.

"Wait who's ignoring who?" Jisung asked getting everyone attention, the boy doesn't know anything and out of nowhere there's a discussion.

"One of us, are too busy talking too the other and forget that we shouldn't have left the other on hanging."

"What do you mean? I'm not leaving her, I would never!" Chenle declares, Jisung who finally getting the hang of the situation became silent.

"I guess it's not Chenle fault." Jeno said backing Chenle's back.

"Are you sure? He looked very happy though talking with that beautiful girl." Renjun said sarcastically.

"Yeah, you should see how sad YN was." Haechan argued.

"Come on guys, it's not a big problem." You said.

Everyone went silent, how can you be so fine of it? It's a big thing, and yet you don't mind of it even just a bit?

"I mean, she's just asking me if she can have a talk with Lele, so I just nodded and leave, it's not like we must always hanging with only our group of friends, do you guys realize how we can still be friends without having to hang out and giving time for each other 24/7? No right? We can befriended anybody talk to anybody instead of making a fuss about some of us are being ignorant with the other I prefer to not having any discussion about things like this."

Chenle who heard that sobbing, he stand and make his way to sit next to you while pushing haechan out of his way, then hugging you tight.

"You know how I always say I love you? I love you more today." He said while still hugging you tightly, everyone who heard your smart brain cells argument are crying to.

Even Mark, he give you a thumbs up for your great understanding, you don't understand what's happening but you guess they are just being a great friend, they care for you and never want you to feel left out, Jaemin smiles, Jeno laugh it off, Renjun eyes becomes soft, he hugged Jisung who are waiting for your hug, but Chenle doesn't want to leave you your side he's so busy hanging around you like a baby koala.

They care so much for you they don't want you felt lonely and left out.

You are glad they are your friend, there's nothing that can describe this warm feeling you felt right now.

It's much better, even though you still feel sad about Jimin's friends, you just hope they can make up with each other or at least trying to make Jimin apologize for the misunderstood.

Any other way, you loved your friends you hope the bond between the 8 of you are getting stronger day by day.

May I get my hug to?

"No!"

Dang it.

Narrator felt attacked once again, then leave the room, your living room are just full by the sight of you and your friends hugging each other and Haechan who are bothering the shit out of Renjun.

The next thing you know Renjun and Haechan are playing the tag game, if Haechan get caught he's dead.

Chenle and Renjun already make up, they become buddy-buddy again, everyone are happy again, the big TV are showing the we bare bears.

Who cares if you are 20 or anything, cartoon is great, besides there are no specific age to watch a cartoon.

One day is done, narrator are waiting for the tray to pull down.

But it's never come. Heck.

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A/N ;

This is trash thank you 😃

I dunno, it's just weird, but I need to upload it anyway, I'm short in ideas, I was thinking to write something but my hands don't want to make me do it 😒

This is cringe too.. I don't know? There's a lot of wasteful humor, I know how the drama is just too much but I'm desperate for some drama to unfold.

Anyway, thank you for all the like :" I just want to say how much I feel appreciated :" I love you guys thank you soo much.

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#haechan #mark lee #nct dream #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #zhong chenle #park jisung #nct fluff #nct fanfic