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sharklemonss · 1 year

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Hello lmk fandom, i bring you food! A fanfic i spent the entirety of a month writing for your enjoyment (my collection of tears) at your disposal :3

It's spicynoodles and it's got mutual pining, angst, fluff, everything you could want in a oneshot!

The link:

And here's a little peek at the story itself!

The night starts with a phone call through blurry tears.

Needless to say, Mk was in pretty rough shape after the past year or so of horrible, near world-ending events, and that followed him in his sleep. They started out few and far between, just a change in tone of a normal dream, and he'd wake up and fall right back asleep after. Slowly but surely, though, the nightmares got worse, and sometimes he needed some support before getting back to sleep again.

Mei was his go to. She was always up at absurd hours of the night, and sometimes she'd even drag him into a phone call to soothe his nerves by distracting him. She was an awesome friend- a much better one than he was, at least. She always had his back, no matter what, even when things looked too difficult or when Mk made an odd choice that would probably lead to their failure. She trusted him with everything. So, in turn, Mk extended that unconditional trust to her as well, and when Mk says "no matter what", he means it.

And then Red Son joined their group and made things a little more complicated.

It was nice to have their duo turn into a trio- Mk was actually very happy to drag him along to their hangouts, especially after they'd gotten closer due to the whole Lady Bone Demon mess. Red Son was hesitant at first, but over time, the trio was basically inseparable, much to the dismay of the demon parents that kind of wanted Mk dead. After saving their respective lives multiple times, though, they let Mk and Mei slide and be friends with their son.

Thankfully. Mk really didn't want to fight the two of them anymore.

One night, however, on one of his and Mei's late night distraction calls, Mk says something he'll probably regret. The thing in question isn't the problem, no, Mei is just horrible at keeping secrets. Also for the fact that saying it out loud makes it real, and he's been trying to keep this thing in particular at the back of his mind with the rest of his troublesome emotions. He should really learn to hold his tongue, but Mei gives him these puppy eyes as she begs him to tell her, and he just can't say no.

"I think I like Red Son," Mk says, like it's his biggest secret in the world, but Mei doesn't really seem to get it.

Her head tilts to the side. She's got her camera on, and she's been carefully painting her nails (and repainting them, because she cannot decide on a colour for the life of her) for the past hour or so. "I mean, I would hope you like him? He is our friend," she says casually, and Mk does a mental facepalm.

"No, like," he groans, hating that he has to explain all these gross feelings and not just say it normally, "like him in a non -friend way."

Mei is silent for a moment. There are a few seconds where Mk thinks she understands, and then she goes, "I'm not following, Mk, you're gonna have to say it to me straight." Before he's even opened his mouth, Mei speaks again. " Don't make a gay joke, you know what I mean!"

He laughs for a bit, and he knows she'd do the exact same thing if their positions were switched at all. "Okay, okay, fine," he takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the reaction he was bound to get, "like him in… a crush kind of way?" Silence follows his words, just as expected, but Mei's voice breaks it in a very level tone.

"If my parents weren't asleep right now I would be screaming into my speaker," Mei responds in the calmest voice he has ever heard from her during talks like these. "Dude, when did this happen ? Like was there a certain moment, or, like, did you just go poof ! Feelings for the fire demon that insults me everyday! You gotta explain everything -"

She rants like this for at least thirty minutes before Mk is able to get another word in.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid mk #lego monkie kid red son #spicynoodleshipping #lmk spicynoodles #i honestly spent so much time on this fic and im really proud of how it turned out #this is my love letter to my favourite ship tbh #I've got a shadowpeach fic in the works as well that takes place at the same time as this one!#no promised that'll get finished but im trying #anyways #the first scene is literally just me going on about my special interest in stars and taking it out on mk and redson #leave me be

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userchappell · 1 year

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putting the core four into some of my favorite tv shows and why I put them in said show (this is just my opinion so don't lose your minds over it, if you guys have other shows you'd see the core four in lmk):

tara: cobra kai

look, hear me out for a second. we've seen what tara can do and this girl is five foot two for crying out loud, she has a lot of rage and trauma and anger. but this girl and cobra kai, she's turning into a fucking menace even MORE of a menace than miguel, hawk or robby when they were all in cobra kai. this girl would be fucking unstoppable and i support it all the way

sam: titans

come on, I've mentioned how she parallels with dick grayson, are you telling me she would not fit in the show? say what you want about this show but the first season was fucking awesome and it be really fucking interesting see sam's trigon nightmare, having a similar one that dick had in season 1 finale like look at the material! now i wanna write this fic so badly, someone stop me. also her and dick would be an unstoppable duo and be absolute menaces together, you can't tell me I'm wrong

chad: outer banks

okay, listen. him and jj would be the ULTIMATE himbo duo, like come on and chad would just so easily fit right in, and this mother fucker would throw hands with rafe and topper in a split SECOND and i support it so much. it would be so satisfying to watch <3

mindy: mtv scream

okay, maybe I'm cheating a bit but with this one but like come on..... horror is this girls thing and also the trio her, noah, and audrey would be would be fucking iconic together as a trio. and people mentioned how badly they want the cast of the scream tv show to be in the movies, I also really would like that but it would be unlikely so we have to stick with crossover fanfic for now. and also the fact i watched the season 1 finale earlier today and it came into my mind

#I'm not wrong and I never will be wrong/lh #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #chad meeks martin #mindy meeks martin #jaiden rants

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mybiasisexo · 2 years

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Entangled - Part 3

Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader

Chapter Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3.8k

Author Notes: Had to post this new part for those who have been waiting so patiently. Please lmk what you think! What will happen next? How we feeling about pcy??? love to know what you all think!!

The throbbing pain behind your closed eyelids pulls you into consciousness.

“Fuck.” You groan, the dull ache a repetitive knock at your noggin. You definitely went a bit overboard last night.

It takes some effort, but you get your eyes to open, squinting against the brightness that shines through the floor to ceiling windows. You roll onto your side and get a good glimpse of your surroundings. The walls are unfamiliar, as is the mattress you rest upon. It’s way nicer than the ridiculously overpriced–and yet still hard as rocks–one in your cramped Seoul bedroom.

What the fuck did you get yourself into last night?!

You shoot right up, ignoring the way your head nearly implodes from the action. You can feel it—panic, regret, fear—begin to settle into your chest. Right before you are about to have a full fledged panic attack, you glance down and see you’re draped in an emerald dress, and the night before comes rushing back to you.

“Oh, thank god,” you say, tumbling back into the cloud-like mattress in relief. You are in a fancy hotel for your friend’s wedding, not some random one-night stands.

Crisis averted.

Your stomach rumbles and that’s your sign to get out of bed. It takes some effort, but you’re able to head over to the bathroom and rid yourself of all the toxicity bubbling up in your gut, shower, brush your teeth, and head out to the living area of the giant suite, feeling and looking less like a zombie.

The curtains that block out the wall of windows are pulled all the way back, revealing your beautiful view of golden sands and calm ocean. You take in the sun, guessing it's around mid-morning. That’s good, you think, you haven’t wasted the day away.

At the kitchenette is the dynamic sister duo. Seulgi is making coffee, while Yerim sits on a stool at the island.

“Look who’s alive,” Seulgi says once she notices you. “We just finished making coffee and I know you need some.”

You merely grunt, gaining giggles from the pair.

You plop beside Yerim, who is already dolled up, nibbling on an orange slice.

“When did you get here?” You ask her. Seulgi sets a mug the color of robin’s eggs in front of you. It’s filled to the brim with sloshing dark coffee. You watch in disdain as a bit spills over the edge of the glass, splattering onto the counter. Internally you sigh. She poured too much, restricting you from adding any sweetener or creamer into it. There is no way to avoid the bitter taste. You fight the urge to glare at your best friend, having a suspicion she is punishing you for something. Whatever the reason is most likely deserved, so instead of complaining, you drop your head to the cup and hesitantly slurp some off the top. Oh, it’s bitter all right. Your jaw smarts as the strong flavor coats your tongue and burns your nose.

Yerim is watching you, judgment clearly written on her pretty face. You think it’s because of your lack of table manners, but then she opens her mouth. “Girl, you were the one who let me in.”

“Huh,” is your smart reply, your mind starts whirling like an ancient computer. Nope, you got nothing. You work up the courage to lift the cursed mug to your lips, taking a few sacrificial gulps.

“Makes sense you don’t remember,” Yerim continues. “You were pretty lit when you came back to your room.”

You wince. “Was I that bad?”

“I don’t think so,” Yerim reassures, overlapping Seulgi’s, “a nightmare.”

You glare at Seulgi. “You’re not draped in death this morning. Which leads me to believe you were faking!”

“Now, Sweetie.” Her back is facing you as she rinses off some dishes, but she stops and slowly turns to face you. She leans her back against the counter, confidence oozing off her. Smirking mischievously, she says, “you know I never fake anything.”

You narrow your eyes accusingly and she laughs before completely changing the subject. “I brought some Morning Care if you need it. You don’t look like you’re doing too well.”

You wave off her offer. “I just need to eat. Are they still serving breakfast?”

“They are.”

You get up, purposely abandoning your coffee as you grab your phone and wallet and head down to the food hall with a wave.

The overwhelming aroma of food has you salivating the moment you exit the elevator, this is truly going to be the cure to your hangover. Food and sun, the best medicine, and you are only one step closer to the beach.

You join the decently sized line and play on your phone to kill time, tuning out everything around you.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Your shoulders stiffen at the sound. You slowly turn around to verify that the person who spoke is who you think it is.

It’s none other than Park Chanyeol.

Why are you being punished like this? Of all the people that could be behind you in this line, it has to be him? He’s grinning boyishly at you, fluffy golden hair sitting flatly across his forehead. The too tight black shirt he’s wearing hugs his firm figure tauntingly, bottom half covered by a pair of old khaki shorts and black sandals.

You process all of this in only a couple seconds. Quickly, you face in front of you again, not even daring to say a word. It’s more for your safety than his. There’s no telling what will happen if you look at him for too long, and you don’t want to risk anything. You really want to be on your best behavior this weekend.

“Ouch,” he says. He misinterprets your silence as you being standoffish instead of what you’re really doing–fighting for your damn life! “That’s cold. Even for you.”

Well, let him think this way about you. It might make it easier to pretend he isn’t here if he thinks you want nothing to do with him anymore.

God, how you wish you actually did.

“We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other in the next few days,” he continues despite speaking to your back. “It’s going to be hard to keep ignoring me like this.”

“Won’t stop me from trying,” you finally crack to say.

“But I’m so charming.”

You roll your eyes. The line moves and you swear he takes a bigger step to be closer to you. His heat at your back is noticeably warmer.

“I’ll wear you down eventually.” The threat is said softly, as though he’s preparing for a personal challenge. It sends a thrill of chills down your back.

You don’t like this.

“And why in god’s name would you want to do that?”

“Because I miss your laugh.”

He says it nonchalantly, casually, as though what just left his mouth isn't as big of a deal as it truly is. You’re bombarded by a bunch of conflicting emotions. Excitement, elation, pleasure. But also dread, shame, and embarrassment. The opposing feelings tear at your center, at your heart, ripping you open agonizingly so.

You refuse to let him see this though. Refuse to give him the power of knowing he still has such a strong effect on you, so you shove your pain into the back of your mind. Ignoring the way your body seems to scream, you straighten your shoulders, feigning pride.

“I don’t think your girlfriend would like that very much.”

There. Hopefully bringing up Yerim will cause him to remember where he is.

“Please,” he replies with a scoff. “We already had this conversation last night.”

“I–what?” That’s enough to have you spinning around to finally face him full on. He is the poster child of unbothered, a little too relaxed for someone who just told a lie.

He takes in your shocked expression incredulously before realization dawns on him. He barks out a joyous laugh that sets your teeth on edge. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember?”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously, what game was this dude playing? His grin grows wicked as he gives you a deliberate once over, eyes raking your form almost primal, and you have to force the shivers his gaze brings to evaporate before they give you away. He notices anyway. At least, you think he does. There’s a glint of pride now sparkling inside his rather large orbs. Then again, he is also a competitive fuck, and knows the he currently has the upper hand over you in the conversation. “You came knocking on my door like the police.”

“Bullshit.”

He gives you a what-can-I-say shrug and shoves his veiny hands deep into the front pockets of his khakis. “You really weren’t too happy about me bringing a date.”

“Now I know you’re lying,” you say, but even you can hear the doubt wobbling your voice. Internally, you are begging your brain to be useful for once. To give you some inside to confirm his outlandish claims. Unfortunately, you tend to black out anything that happens an hour or so before you fall asleep while intoxicated. No matter how much you drink, it all disappears once you doze off. It’s very possible that drunk you might have let the bitterness get the best of her. Nausea rolls your stomach. The mere idea of you crying at Chanyeol’s doorstep due to seeing him with another woman makes you sick.

“You really don’t believe me?” He further instigates.

“What reason would I even have to go to your room?” You question, utterly confused. “I don’t even know where you’re staying!”

He leans in menacingly, attention given solely to your face, eating up your expressions. “Isn’t it obvious, Mel? Because you missed me.”

Your stomach drops to your ass.

You’re stunned into silence. Both from hearing the old nickname, and from what he just said. Did…Did you really say that to him?

Chanyeol gives you a deceivingly innocent look, but you know he’s secretly satisfied with your reaction.

Someone behind Chanyeol clears their throat. You both startle from the sound and glance around. The line has moved quite a bit. You huff in shame and trudge up, already wanting to forget humoring Chanyeol enough to make you feel like this. Even still, you can feel him on your heels, feel the satisfaction radiating off of him, and it’s very annoying. He’s very annoying.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to harass instead of me?” You snap, wanting to be left alone. Why the hell is this line moving so slowly? You have half a mind to just skip breakfast all together.

“You keep bringing her up. Are you jealous?”

One thing you have to give Chanyeol, he sure knows how to gain your attention. You flip around with your arms folded across your chest, facing him again so that you can scoff in his face. “Don’t flatter yourself, Yeol.”

“It’s alright if you are. You don’t have to hide it. I like it on you.”

“Chanyeol.” Your voice is stern, letting him know how serious you are right now. “I am not jealous.” That is a lie. “We haven’t seen each other in years. I’ve had more than enough time to move on from us.” Another lie.

He purses his lips. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

“Hmm.” He tilts his head curiously before reaching out, pulling one of your arms from your chest to run his fingers lightly over the flesh. You gasp from the unexpected contact and try to step away, but he’s quick to snatch your wrist, holding the appendage out so that you both can see the way your skin pimples and hair raises. “That’s a weird way to react to someone you feel nothing for.”

“You surprised me,” you mutter, but you can’t even look him in the eye. Point one for Chanyeol.

He’s all up in your space again, trying to regain the attention he lost.

“I can feel your heartbeat,” he whispers. “It’s racing.”

You go to say something snarky, but your mind goes completely blank when you lock eyes with him. He’s so close, you can feel the breath leaving his parted lips on your own. His hauntingly dark gaze flickers to your mouth and stays there, transfixed, and he swallows hard. You’re holding your breath, anticipating his next move. Your next thought has your face reddening in embarrassment.

You want him to kiss you.

You want him to throw all caution to the wind and devour you. Despite everything you still want him, and that knowledge pains you. You hate that Park Chanyeol still has this hold over you. The second he’s back in your life, it feels as if he never left. And you despise that.

You also hate how he seems to forget that as well.

“You hurt me,” you reveal. Your broken words bring him back from his daze, and he’s blinking rapidly, pulling away slightly to take you in, almost bewildered. “Don’t you understand that? You hurt me.”

“You hurt me too,” he counters, voice surprisingly calm, as if he just told you the time. He lets go of your wrist. “You seem to always forget that part.”

“What are you even doing?” You say. “Why talk to me? Why bring up the past? You have someone new now. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

To your absolute horror, tears begin to form, burning your throat and blurring the image of Chanyeol’s stricken expression.

You don’t want to play his sick game. It’s obvious that he wants to taunt you, mess with you, make you feel some type of way. It was working. Seeing him again is like opening old wounds, leaving you bleeding and alone. All the work you put in for the last three years is gone, and you find yourself back at square one. You need to get as far away from him as possible before you do something you would regret. You didn’t know if it was kissing him or punching him. Shit, maybe both.

There’s regret in his eyes and your name tumbles past his mauve lips almost desperately. Hearing him say it after so long only adds more pressure to your chest. It doesn’t help that he sounds concerned, apologetic even.

“That…. I don’t….” He fumbles over his words. Your tears must have startled him. “I didn’t–”

You don’t get to hear what he is about to say. Someone further away calls your name, cutting through his words. It’s grounding, shattering the bubble the two of you have been creating, and you’re finally able to breathe properly. In sync, you both take a step back, gaining some distance between you. You’re both playing off the fact you were mere seconds away from having a long overdue conversation, one you’ve been putting off for years. You surreptitiously wipe your eyes before turning towards where you heard the voice.

Junmyeon speed walks towards you, but his feet slow once he notices Chanyeol beside you, awkwardly scratching behind his ear. He takes you both in, eyes bouncing back and forth in a question, but you subtly shake your head. He nods, knowing now is not the time.

“Have you heard from Sehun?” He asks once he’s in front of you. “I’ve been trying him all morning. He was supposed to meet me an hour ago.”

You wince. “We did get a little too tipsy last night. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s still asleep. I’ll go try his room, I have his spare.”

From the corner of your eye, you catch Chanyeol’s head whip over to you.

You ignore him.

“I’d really appreciate it. There’s a few things we have to go over before we start the rehearsal later.” At the mention of the rehearsal, Junmyeon turns to Chanyeol. “See you then.”

You all bow in farewell and you head off in a hurry, needing to get out of that line immediately.

You don’t bother to knock when you reach Sehun’s suite, just shove the key right in and barge through unceremoniously.

The door bangs against the wall thunderously and it’s enough to have Sehun run out of the bathroom.

When he sees it’s just you, he straightens up and plays off his fear, coolly rolling the Q-tip dangling in his ear. His dark hair is dripping and he’s donning a rather expensive looking deep blue robe.

“I shouldn’t have given you that key?” He states calmly.

“Junmyeon’s looking for you,” you inform, voice just as fried.

Sehun tsks.

“I woke up about an hour ago, but there was no way I was doing anything until I showered.” His eyes roam over you as he explains himself, putting together pieces of yourself only he can solve.

You swallow deeply and walk further into the suite, leaning against the wall across from him with a dejected sigh.

“Something on your mind?” He asks casually. “Or someone?”

His words seem to be the trigger, unleashing that burning sensation in your throat and the wobble of your lips. You have to let it out, release all of the thoughts and emotions whirling around your head, heart, and gut, so that you can put to rest whatever it is that you’re feeling right now.

“Sehun,” you cry, burying your face in your hands. All you see is Chanyeol’s eyes widened in shock at your reaction to his words. “I knew seeing Chanyeol was going to be hard, but fuck, I didn’t expect this.”

Sehun doesn’t say anything, but after a moment he’s pulling you into the comfort of his frame.

The mixture of his warmth with the softness of his robe draws out the tears you have been holding back, and you hold onto your best friend tightly as you sob into his chest.

“Why her?” You wail, voice muffled by the fabric. “Out of everyone in the world, how did he end up with her?”

“Life’s strange like that,” Sehun says, resting his cheek on the top of your head. He rocks you both slowly. “Are you going to tell her?”

You shake your head and sniff. “I don’t even know where to start. It doesn’t help that Chanyeol pretended he didn’t know any of us. This sucks.”

You pull away from Sehun and wipe your face quickly, wanting to hide any evidence of your breakdown. You straighten up, square your shoulders, and shove all thoughts regarding Chanyeol deep into the closet of your mind where they belong.

“This trip isn’t about me and my failed relationship. It’s about Junmyeon. Junmyeon and Nayeon. I won’t let the past ruin their present—their future.”

“I still think you need to talk to Yerim,” Sehun urges, much to your dismay. “It won’t do you any good if you don’t. I’m sure Seulgi can help, and if she won’t, you’ll always have me by your side.”

You throw him a pleading look, but he’s resolute.

“You should also have a chat with Chanyeol as well. Preferably before the ceremony. It’s obvious the two of you haven’t gotten any closure and It’ll eat you alive if you leave without doing so. Who knows how long it will be until you see each other again.”

“Sehun….” You pout. You know he’s right, he’s always right, but you don’t need this reality check right now. What you need is someone who will let you vent and agree with how much of an asshole Chanyeol is. “I should’ve gone to Jongin with this.”

“And he would’ve brushed off everything you told him because he hates confrontation and try to change the subject by showing you pictures of his latest shoots.”

“Maybe that’s what I need! Jongin always looks fine as hell in his shoots!”

“He does,” Sehun relents before narrowing his eyes at you. “But, you know what you really have to do, don’t you?”

“Don’t you have a meeting to go to?” You snap.

He grins victoriously before turning away from you, heading to his room to get dressed. You follow along dejectedly and lean against the back of the couch in his living area, crossing your ankles and arms as you look at the opening of his room.

“Did you at least bring me breakfast?” You hear Sehun yell.

Oh yeah. Food.

Your stomach growls painfully at the mention of food and you groan. In your hurry to be as far away from your ex as possible, you forgot to grab something to eat.

“You can starve, sir!” You yell back. His lack of a response annoys you, so you stick your tongue out at him even though he can’t see it. You hope he can feel it. When your tongue is back in your mouth, you sigh and get back to your feet, stretching dramatically. “Well, since I didn’t find you lying face down in a pool of your own vomit, I’ll take my leave. Please text Jun and let him know I saved your life before he has a mental breakdown.”

“Yeah, yeah. Love you.”

“Love you too, Punk.”

With that you trudge out and slip into your room directly across the hall.

Seulgi and Yerim are still there, but are now wearing swimsuits. You take them in miserably.

“Perfect timing!” Seulgi sings when she sees you, smiling beautifully as she does. “We were just about to head over to the beach! Hurry and change so we can go together!”

“Okay,” you mumble. Despite being in a rather depressing mood, you can’t resist the temptation of soaking in some sun rays. Maybe the warmth will trick your body into believing you’re having a great time.

You trudge over to your room, but pause when something sitting on the counter catches your attention.

You point at it in confusion. “What is that?”

“Oh yeah. Somebody knocked on the door earlier. When I opened it, that plate was sitting in front of the door,” Yerim reveals.

You walk over to the present on the counter. It’s a styrofoam to-go box. Lifting the lid, you see a muffin, orange, and peach yogurt. Something on the inside of the lid catches your eye. Your breath catches at the hastily scribbled: sorry.

“There wasn’t anybody in the hall, but I figured it was yours. What’s the apology for, I wonder?”

Yerim’s words are barely registered as you take the food in with trembling lips. You can’t accept this. Can’t accept the word written on the box, the olive branch dangling in front of you. You reach for the box full of food, intentions are to toss it, but your stomach growls angrily in retaliation.

“Have you still not eaten?” Seulgi questions, voice laced with concern. “I thought that’s why you left.”

You clear your throat, hand falling limply onto the counter. “It was, but then….” You lock eyes with a curious Yerim. “But then Junmyeon caught me while I was in line and had me search for Sehun.”

“Oh, maybe he dropped this off since you weren’t able to eat!” Yerim theorizes.

You stare at the ‘sorry’, knowing full well that the man that wrote it was not the one getting married tomorrow.

“Maybe.”

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cosmicstarlatte · 8 months

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Hi Steph!! I hope you're having a lovely day!

Okay, thank you for tagging me in your card posts!

So of your honorable mentions, I have the Barb one and the Luci sticker one... I can't remember how I even got that one but I don't have the matching Mammon card for some reason? Anyway... they are all so adorable, I fully agree!

I don't have that Diavolo card from your top three, but it sounds so cute! I do have the Levi and Simeon cards, though!! Oh my gosh Levi in demon form is the best, I really love his demon form design. And I remember just being like... this story is so cute he's so precious. And okay there is something special about Simeon lying in a field of flowers... and I loved the Devilgram too it was soooo sweet.

Of the other honorable mentions I only have the pudding card! Which I love, I remember being like this story is hilarious but also I LOVED how Diavolo was just like I'm going to protect you! I am intrigued about the others! I love when Diavolo is geeky, it's easy to forget that part of his personality until he does something like show up to Levi's room in Ruri cosplay lol. And I am so curious about the Solomon card because of your description! The fact that you wouldn't normally choose romantic options but then the story was too cute... like okay now I'm interested!

Anyway, thank you for sharing and thank you for asking the question to begin with! It was fun to think about and I loved hearing your thoughts, too! <3

iirc the anniversary cards had to be done via pulls in nightmare(?) Bc I also don't have the mammon one but I love the art regardless, it's one of my faves XD

I hope you get to read my fave Dia one day! (Or just lmk I can always send you a vid or screenshots 😎) I remember looking at the Levi one like "Look at him all sweaty, I want him. 😐" LMAO;; I can stare at the simeon one all day ♡

The pudding one always makes me crazy, thoughts run wild with that one 😭 and yeah I LOVE GEEKY DIA like yes pls gimme more silly shenanigans normal guy Dia, gimme cosplayer Dia, otaku duo Levi and Dia, they're so precious!! Also if you wanna see the Solomon one too lmk 😌❤️

lol ty for asking/answering too tho I was curious about everyones!! :D

#✩ — the star: cc!

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cyberp-1-nk · 2 years

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hi again, nightmare! thank you for answering my prev ask (the one about the matchups guidelines) and with that, i'd like to ask for a male arcane matchup if that's okay, either sfw or nsfw will do ☺️

for starters, i'm an she/her enfj libra hehe as for looks, i have wavy medium-length dyed brown hair, dark brown eyes, i'm v short but curvy, and i wear glasses (they're only reading glasses but i wear them nearly everyday, especially when i'm reading or using my gadgets).

personality wise, i'm an ambivert, though being more extroverted though. i'm v motivated and i strive hard to achieve my goals. i take risks and often go out of my comfort zone for my goals just so i can get some experience and to build my way up. i'm nice (too nice sometimes), friendly, and v loving, especially to my loved ones, hence why my friends would identify me as the "motherly" or "sisterly" type. i love to make friends, often being the first one to approach people or one of the loudest in a group but i can have my quiet moments, especially when people don't match my energy. i adjust well to crowds and can make friends easily. for the negative side of my personality, i am too nice that i sometimes am oblivious when people are taking advantage of me and i often think i'm the problem. i care too much for others that i forget to focus on myself.

for hobbies, i loveeee art and i love to create it (paintings/sketches, theatre, music, literature, architecture, film, and photography). i write a lot too, either stories or essays and letters for school and my inside school organizations. i also love to read and collect books, and play sports!

i'm someone who has the love language of quality time, so i look for a partner who can provide that. even if we aren't doing anything or i'm just looking at them working or vice versa, i'm fine, as long as i can feel their presence. i love a partner who can listen to me ramble about anything and everything since i tend to talk a lot, especially on a topic that i'm passionate about or have a lot of knowledge in (rip to my mom who had to listen to me explain why the sky is blue and after learning it in physics 😭). i also love a partner who has the same interests in me and is as nerdy as me (big yes to nerdy guys 🤤 ALSO reading/book date? YES 😍) or at least someone who is supportive of my endeavors. i wouldn't want a partner who is too much like me and is extroverted or popular HAHAHAHAA idk how to explain it but i really don't go for popular guys even fictional ones 😭

i hope this isn't too long for you HAHAHAHA lmk if you need some more information and so, especially if you're going to go for a nsfw matchup though!! thank you so much, nightmare and have a great day 😋❤️

— 📐 anon

I match you with...Viktor!

𝐓𝐖 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞!

→ ❝ At first, he didn't really pick you out from the crowd. He just saw you as another civilian- and he focused on his more significant goals in life. You spoke to him occasionally, but that was about it. To be honest, you're probably the one who carried most of the 'conversations' together, he's DRY. ❞

→ ❝ It was when you finally had a proper conversation with him, that he noticed just how dedicated and optimistic you were, especially towards your goals. Despite how dedicated he already was, you managed to motivate him even more. Your optimism had more effect on him than he initially thought, nice going you! ❞

→ ❝ Your motherly mannerisms forced him to get some sleep when he needed it, though he still occasionally pulled an all-nighter (without you knowing, of course.) Viktor was the quiet type, but he listened intently when you rambled about your day, or your passion. He only spoke when he felt it was necessary. You were a sweet duo, opposites do attract after all. ❞

→ ❝ The yellow of his eyes glimmered as you stood up from your position. You had been tending to your work, one of the many moments where the both of you sat in comfortable silence amongst each other. ❞

→ ❝ The scientist smiled endearingly as the sun highlighted your hair a glowing brown, he had truly never seen such a beautiful woman in his life. A smudge of paint stained your cheek, and he was almost tempted to clean it himself. As soon as he realized what he had been thinking about, he self diagnosed. Saying he was almost perplexed was an understatement. ❞

→ ❝ Then of course, he started to avoid you. He didn't want you to get in the way of his studies- he thought it was just a small crush, and it would eventually subside once he buried himself deep within his work, and left you alone to attend to your family and own interests. ❞

→ ❝ It, however did the very opposite. Instead, he started to think about you even more as if to make up for you not being by his side. It caused him to be so disorderly with his duties- even Jayce was confused at this. Viktor? Not buried in his work? Weird. ❞

→ ❝ He eventually found his way back to you, and the both of you talked it out. It was sweet, the both of you aren't dating (yet), but give him some time <3 I promise this nerd is worth it. ❞

→ BONUS: ❝ His calloused hands, rough and tired and aching from tweaking and adjusting the hextech, takes a hold of his doorknob and gives it a turn. Lily-livered hues struggle to adjust to the blearing light he was sure he had turned off, until he finds you in his bed, arms covered in the fabric of your sweater waving out at the sight of him. You seemed as tired as he was- with pictures you took and portraits surrounding you. But despite your slightly disheveled brown hair, the same amount of passion you held for your hobbies was still there. Something he admired all too well. ❞

❝ Usually, you were the one who cherished watching him work- but this time, he seemed to be relishing in your presence. You were adorable- your glasses slightly tilted near the edge of your nose and your lids just barely closing. You yawned, and greeted him heartily, while he continued to take pleasure in watching you be tired for once. (You always seemed incredibly energetic, it was astonishing.) ❞

#arcane #arcane matchups #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n #arcane x you #viktor x reader #viktor x you #viktor x y/n

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cherrybracelets · 4 years

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Ghost Girl

intro // gg masterlist

spencer reid x bau!reader

word count: 2.5k // warnings: typical cm violence, nothing too graphic in this part!

summary: before your time in the bau, you worked on a very secretive and dangerous task force. you thought that life was in your past, almost four years later without a word of who you used to be. that was until today, when everything came back to haunt you.

an: this is just a small lil intro to this fic!! obvi this is regurgitating the emily story line i know they sound similar but once we get into details it will be different! lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters!

There were days where you could forget. Days where the memories somehow faded to the back of your mind. You were able to pretend you were okay.

Today was not one of those days.

You were with the team in Seattle this week, working on a suspected serial killer couple. The case was one of the more open and shut ones; not many twists and turns, the duo made it quite easy to find them. Sometimes there were cases like that, played right by the book, making the jobs of you and your fellow profilers quite easy.

So as you stood in the conference room of the Seattle Field Office, taking down photos from the boards as the team prepared to leave, having no idea how the next 24 hours of your life would unfold.

“Hey, did you remember to call Casey and let her know we’re on our way home?” Spencer asked you, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek. You could feel Derek rolling his eyes behind you, a habit you had gotten used to since Spencer was not shy with PDA.

“Um, yeah, she said she’d stay until we landed so she can make sure they all get dinner,” you responded, assuring Spencer that your plethora of pets were being well taken care of by your pet sitter.

Spencer smiled happily, taking his warmth away and heading out to the hall. You watched him leave, your boyfriend of two years now, the room feeling so much emptier without his presence.

You felt your cell vibrating in your back pocket, taking your mind away from already missing your boyfriend, even though he literally walked out of the room ten seconds ago. You pulled your phone out cautiously, hoping it wasn’t an emergency.

You didn’t recognize the number, but you instantly knew the area code. Boston.

You felt sick to your stomach as you continued to watch the call go unanswered. Who the hell would be calling you from Boston?

You finally answered after what seemed like hours, carefully closing the door to the conference room and locking it so you could be alone. Whoever was calling, it couldn’t be good news. And you couldn’t let anyone else hear.

“Who is this?” You whispered into the phone, your voice shaky and harsh.

“It’s me.”

The voice held the same nervous tone that yours did. You felt your heart stopped as you heard his voice, a sound you thought you would never hear for the rest of your life.

“Wade… what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry to have to call you about this, (Y/N). But you need to know.”

“What’s going on?”

“Zack Philips escaped from prison last night.”

There was silence, for what seemed like an eternity. Your brain flipped over the words, not sure how to handle the information that was just shared.

“How is that possible?” You finally managed to get out, shaking your head in disbelief.

“We believe he may have had someone helping him on the inside. Me and Alicia are trying to figure it out.”

“This can’t be happening. He was supposed to rot in there,” you gasped, your eyes swelling with tears as horrible memories of him came flooding back to your reality.

The sound of Hotch shaking the locked door handle, trying to enter the room you had barricaded yourself in. You quickly hung up the phone, trying your best to compose yourself as you unlocked the door and let your supervisor in.

Apparently you aren’t as good of a liar as you thought, because he could immediately sense the tension clung to the air. He closed the door behind him, assuming the sensitive nature of your worries.

Aaron Hotchner was one of two people that knew about your past before you came to the BAU. You were hoping that you would never have to tell another soul outside of the task force you worked with, but it seemed that Aaron would have to know if you were to work in his Unit.

“Wade Jefferies just called me,” you admitted, still shaking your head in denial.

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)?” You had a sense that he somehow already knew what you were going to say, a certain look in his eye as if he knew it was only a matter of time before your past came back to bite you all.

“He escaped prison.”

“How long ago?”

“Last night, sometime. I’m not sure when, exactly.”

The two of you shared a glance, a mutual look of ‘Oh, shit.’

“Do we need to involve the team?”

The team. You couldn’t even imagine them involved in this. It was your battle before you came here, and you promised yourself you would never let them get wrapped up in it. Especially Spencer. It was hard lying to him every day about who you were, where you had been… but you had no choice. And you still had no choice. There was no way you could involve them.

“I don’t think we need to do that yet, Hotch. We don’t even know where he is. There’s a chance he could just go into hiding.”

“You know Zack Philips better than anyone. Do you believe that’s what he will do?”

No. He would come look for you. There was no doubt in your mind.

“I’m not sure. But it’s not this team’s responsibility either way. Wade is getting together with the other members of the task force. I’m sure we’ll be able to track him down.” You avoided his eyes, knowing if he caught a glimpse at your face, you wouldn’t be able to lie for much longer. Hotch nodded cautiously at you, not entirely believing your story, but knowing better than to press the conversation any further.

Although Hotch knew details of the case, there were still many things he was in the dark about. If he knew just who this man was, there wasn’t a chance in hell he would let you handle things on your own. Part of you was glad there were parts of this you kept hidden, all to yourself. Only you knew what he was truly capable off, which was why it was extremely dire that you found him.

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Spencer knew there was something off with you. He had been dating you for two years, and you’d been living together for almost one. There was no way he wouldn’t notice a dramatic shift in your demeanor. It was even more suspicious watching Hotch glance over at you every few minutes on the plane, a look of concern pasted on his face.

Something was wrong, something that you were refusing to share with Spencer.

He tried to get you to talk, begging and pleading for you to share whatever was on your mind. But all you would give him is a slight smile, assuring him you just weren’t feeling well.

“The time change, it always makes me feel yucky,” you assured him as you walked into your house, letting him know you just needed a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

Spencer kissed you before you headed up the stairs, watching you closely as you ascended into your bedroom and walked anxiously into the bathroom. He heard the water turn on, and he felt a little better, trying to convince himself that there wasn’t some big secret you were hiding.

What Spencer didn’t hear was the quiet phone call you tried to make as the steam from the shower filled up your master bathroom. You dialed Wade’s number anxiously, tapping your foot on the tiled floor as the phone rang.

“Are you someplace private?” He asked, no time for kind greetings or small talk.

“Yeah, I’m alone. What have you found out?”

“According to a trusted source, Zack got on a plane this morning that’s headed for Washington.”

“He’s coming to us. Should be easier to find him,” you said, trying to convince yourself you all had a chance. You brought him down once before, it was possible you could do it again, right?

“I talked to the Director. He wants all of us back together, working non stop until we find him.”

“I can’t disappear, Wade. What am I supposed to tell the team?” You looked around nervously, hoping to god you were quiet enough so Spencer couldn’t hear.

“I actually think you should stay right where you are. Chances are he will stake us out, and if he sees you…” Wade trailed off, not wanting to say what he was afraid of, but you knew. If he saw you, if he knew the truth… none of you would make it out alive.

“Is there any indicator that he knows who I am? That I’m alive?”

“As far as we’re concerned, he believes that Lindsey Grimes died in prison.”

You flinched when he said her name, the person that you once were so long ago. You had laid her to rest when you joined the BAU, convinced there was no way she could come back to haunt you.

“(Y/N)... we won’t let him hurt you,” your former boss assured, his voice sounded confident enough to make you calm down a little bit.

“Call me if anything happens.”

“I will. I need you to take care of yourself, okay? Be cautious, but don’t be suspicious. I’ll talk to you soon.”

He ended the call, allowing you to set your phone down and shut your eyes. All of this had seemed like one continuous nightmare, your brain unable to believe any part of this was real. You had to trust Wade and your former team, though. They kept you safe all those years ago, you were sure they could do it again. They had too.

There was so much more at stake, now. You weren’t some 22 year old agent begging to make a name for yourself, all alone in the world and willing to take on any project that came your way. You had a family, somebody you loved. You couldn’t let Spencer get hurt, you would die before you’d let Zack near him.

A part of you wondered if you should tell him, let him in on that part of your life. Maybe he could help. Maybe they all could…

But if something happened to any of them, you would never forgive yourself. You had to protect them first.

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Two days had gone by without another word. Somehow, you were working a case that kept you in DC, which made you even more nervous. You were hoping that if you got out of the city, you and the whole team would be much safer. If Zack really was in DC, you were better off as far away as possible.

But you couldn’t control where the BAU was needed. And besides, two days without a word was good, right? If you were in danger, if something was wrong, they would tell you. At least that’s what you spent the last 48 hours trying to convince yourself.

You had almost pushed it out of your mind, able to do your job without distraction. That was until you received a text from Wade that made your heart stop.

‘We need to meet, now. I’ll text you coordinates. Be there in 10.’

You looked around at your team, carefully chipping away at your current case, no idea of the impending doom you faced. You looked around for Hotch, needing to at least explain to him why you needed to leave.

Once securing his approval, you snuck out of the office, texting Spencer that you were making an emergency coffee run and would be back soon. He responded with a quick, ‘Ok, love you!’ that made you feel nauseous as you drove away from the team and to the location Wade provided.

When you arrived at the small park, you found a bench not too far from your car and sat down, eagerly awaiting your fate. You looked around for Wade, unsure if you would even recognize him after four years.

After a few minutes of waiting, you started to feel uneasy. He was late. Wade was never late, especially to things he planned.

Something was wrong about this. You looked around nervously, not another soul in sight. You started to slowly stand up from the bench, hoping to make a quick path to your car and get out of here before anyone noticed.

But it was too late. You felt a strong hand grip your shoulder as you began to stand up, fingers digging into your flesh as they pushed you back down onto the bench.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.”

You turned towards the hidden man, confirming your suspicions. You could tell it was him, just by his touch. It was rough, not an ounce of kindness seeped through him.

“Zack…” you whispered, refusing to look him in the face.

“Lindsey… oh, that’s not right, is it?” He chuckled, walking around the bench and taking a seat next to you.

“How did you find me, Zack? You’ve been out less than a week…”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he smiled, turning towards you and cupping a cold hand on your face. “I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

“How long have you known?”

“Well, I’ll be honest, you had me fooled for quite some time. Most of the evidence could’ve come from anyone… but one day, my lawyer was going over something with me, and there it was. So small, I should’ve missed it. Hell, I probably had, a hundred times. But that day… that day I was thinking about you. Because that was the day they told me you’d died.”

He looked up at you, a hint of real pain shimmering in his evil eyes. It felt genuine, a part of you so badly wanting to believe there was still a piece of humanity in him. But you knew how capable he was of faking emotion, how he could break you down with just a small glance…

“My lawyer looked at me and said, ‘They know about Buffalo.’ And that’s when I knew. Because you, my sweet (Y/N)... you were the only person that knew about that.”

“What do you want, Zack?”

“Well, I’m feeling exceptionally generous today, so I’d like to give you some options.” He smiled devilishly at you, any semblance of humanity you thought he had drained in that moment.

“You can come with me. We can chat for a bit, you can own up to every lie you ever told from that beautiful place of yours. And then, I’ll kill you of course.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making you flinch as he touched you. “If that doesn’t sound good, I can kill every single member of your little team one by one until you give in. And I’ll start with that pretty little boy of yours… what’s his name, Spencer?”

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you right now,” you snapped, the thought of him anywhere near Spencer making you shake.

“Do you think I don’t have people on my side, (Y/N)? If you hurt me, there are fifty men ready to finish this job.”

You wanted so desperately to not believe him, to think you could end this all with one bullet in his head. But you knew the power he had over people, the influx of his followers willing to give their life to him. He was right. If you touched him, you’d be facing an army of unknowns trying to harm all of you.

There was no choice. You had to protect your team. You had to protect Spencer.

“I’ll go with you. Just promise you won’t hurt them.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #Criminal Minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic

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apollostears · 3 years

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BUTTERFLY KISSES [finn]

movie: star wars [TFA-TROS]

pairing: finn x black!reader

warning(s): swearing

plot: hcs on some fluffy moments with finn as your boyfriend.

also, be sure to checkout the name masterpost here and lmk how you like it!! xxx

*photo not mine*

finn was so happy to be with a black sister. like, soooooo happy.

mans had no idea what he was missing out on until he met you.

i don’t think racism against black people was much of a thing in the star wars universe [given that there were literally millions of different species that had their own differences] but i do think there were some social differences in certain areas of the galaxy.

finn felt like he could connect with you on a spiritual level than he could with anyone else.

you were the first person to know about his force ability. you totes geeked out about it with him, but were also there to help him decide what to do about it.

he left rey in the dust for you. any feelings he thought he had for her, ✨gone✨ a shout into the void. rey who? honestly, he didn’t mean to but he definitely spent less time with the trio once he got with you.

you reminded him that he had other people who wanted to spend time with him but he literally did not care.

finn knows you’re capable of handling yourself, but he loves to be your strong man. i think it’s because he’s around a lot of abled bodied people that sometimes he feels inadequate so when you notice this, you’ll just conveniently struggle with opening a lid. or coincidentally forget how to work the controls on the landing deck.

stares at you at any given moment. poe could be talking to him about an upcoming mission and you’re across the room conversing, you’ll feel his eyes on you just burning into your skin. poe deliberately makes sure that you are not in the vicinity anytime he needs to talk to finn.

this man will do everything in his power to find you some good shit for your hair. finn adores the styles you manage to do and how you upkeep them, especially being rebels with barely any personal funds. he loves when you cornrow his hair and he gets to sit in between your legs 🥺

has signals for the both of you for any type of situation you may be in. you feeling antsy and just want to lay down? there’s a signal for that. finn starts feeling overwhelmed? signalsssssss. y’all are that couple.

you guys train together really well and it’s mainly because finn does not want to jeopardize your chances of survival because of his own love sickness. the both of you make a dangerous duo on the field.

bb8 loves you more than him 🤷🏾‍♀️

poe and chewy always try to get you to monitor their games because poe claims finn cheats and chewy claims poe cheats. they all cheat.

as social as he is, finn really just enjoys the time he spends alone with you.

cuddling is a huge part of finn’s love language that you guys do a lot of it at any given moment. he’ll back hug you, side hug you, front hug etc. in bed, he prefers being able to hold you like a stuffed animal or a comfort item, closes and under him.

he gets nightmares frequently. they’ll be about a lot of things; you, his friends, his time as a stormtrooper, anything. what you do to help him is to give him butterfly kisses. it’s a little weird, but it works for you guys and one of the main way you show love.

finn really does adore you wholeheartedly. there’s no other person in the galaxy he would rather be with than you. he looks at you and sees his entire world laid out before him. mans is whipped.

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platonicteenwolf · 4 years

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Wolf Moon (S1E1) Part II

Teen Wolf x Reader Series Rewrite

A/N: Let me know if any of the links are wacky or if I mess up on any of the pronouns cause posting three versions is sometimes a bit confusing so I can fix it if needed. Also lmk if there’s a misspelling or grammar issue too :)

They/Them Pronouns Version

He/Him Pronouns Version

Next Part / Masterlist

Warnings: dead body, swearing

Lacrosse stick strapped to his backpack, Scott pedals into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School among the swarm of students. Skateboarders jump steps, potheads take barely concealed tokes, girls and guys hold hands, guys and guys hold hands, (yes it’s California.)

As Scott pulls his bike to one of the racks to lock it up, a pristine BMW with a license plate that reads: JCKSN37, blazes into the lot and stops in the space next to the racks. Scott, still kneeling, gets bumped in the back when the driver’s side door opens.

Jackson Whittemore, exceptionally good-looking and usually oblivious to anyone not within his social or financial circle, steps out to notice that Scott hit his car by being near it.

“Dude. Watch the paint job.”

He’s completely unaware of hitting Scott as he grabs his own lacrosse equipment.

“Yo Jackson!”

Hearing his favorite word, Jackson looks up and heads over to meet his friends. All good looking jocks with big smiles and expensive cars, pretty girls coming up to say hello.

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A school bell rings outside a brick building swarming with students.

“Alright let’s see this thing,” Stiles says, a little too eagerly. Now standing in front of the school, Scott takes off his backpack and pulls his shirt up a few inches to show Stiles and I the bandage on his lower back.

“Oh damn that looks bad!” I reach out to touch it and Scott flinches back. “Oops, sorry”

“It was too dark to see much but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

Scoffing, Stiles countered “A wolf bit you? No, not a chance.”

“I heard a wolf howling.”

”No, you didn’t.”

“What do you mean ‘No, I didn’t?’ How do you know what I heard?”

Jumping in, I explained, “California doesn’t have wolves. Not for the last sixty years. The animals were almost hunted to extinction in the 1920s California Gold Rush.” Both boys looked at me in surprise. “What,” I questioned, “I like history.”

Seemingly accepting that answer Scott continued on. “Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I saw the body.”

“Holy shit!” This was amazing!

“You what? Are you kidding me!?” He almost looked like a kid who just found the hidden candy cabinet.

“I wish. I’m going to have nightmares about it for a month.”

There was still one thing I’ve been wondering about though, “Which half of the body was it?”

“Oh- it was the top half. I saw her dead eyes staring back at me. It was scary.” Scott shuddered, thinking about her lifeless body laying in the forrest.

“Well I think that’s freaking awesome,” Stiles concluded. “This is seriously the best thing that’s happened to this town since...”

Stiles suddenly got very distracted by something behind Scott. I turned around to see what it is and you’ll never guess.

“...since the birth of Lydia Martin who’s walking toward us right now.”

A drop-dead gorgeous junior named Lydia Martin was walking towards the school doors like it was a fashion show runway in Milan. Stiles has had the biggest crush on Lydia ever since we were kids.

“Hey Lydia, how are you? You look--” She walks right past him not even giving him a second glance. “...like you’re going to ignore me.”

Scott chuckled at his failed attempt in flirting with the girl as I pat him on his shoulder.

“You’ll get her next time champ.” Stiles shot me an unappreciative glare as I held my hands up in defense and he started grumbling about how unfair everything was.

“You guys are the cause of this, you know. Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-nerded by you.”

As we reach the steps of the school I get ready to part with the dynamic duo to get to my class. “Alright boys, I’ve got first with Harris so I’ll see y’all later.” Mentions of good luck were lost behind me as I entered the thick crowd ready to start the day.

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First period English. Scott takes the desk next to Stiles as the teacher, Mr. Curtis starts writing instructions on the chalkboard.

“As you all know by now, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night. I’m sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened but I’ve been told that the police have a suspect in custody.”

Scott looks to Stiles who shrugs, news to him as well.

“Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus on your desk outlining the semester. Read it now. And by read I don’t mean skim.”

As the students begin reading a cell phone starts ringing out of nowhere. Scott glances up and looks around. The other students quietly read the syllabus, seemingly not hearing the noise. Gazing about, he can’t seem to find the source until his eyes fall on the windows of the classroom...

Outside - across the quad, Scott sees a girl sitting on a bench who he will come to know as Allison Argent. Sixteen and radiating with an innocent beauty. When she puts the cell phone to her ear, it becomes obvious that, despite the closed windows and the distance, this is the ringing Scott is somehow able to hear.

More astonishingly, Scott can hear both Allison and her caller.

“Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it,” Allison teased.

“Just making sure you’re there okay and you’ve got everything you need.” But Allison digs through her bag, becoming alarmed.

“Everything except a pen. Oh my God, I didn’t actually forget a pen.”

“Don’t panic. I’m sure you can borrow one from another student.”

“Okay, okay, I gotta’ go. Love ya.”

Unable to take his eyes off the extraordinary girl, Scott watches the school’s principal join her on the steps.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” The Principal guides her across the quad, their conversation becoming clearer to Scott with every step.

“So you were saying San Francisco isn’t where you grew up?”

“No, but we stayed for more than a year which is unusual in my family.”

Even when Allison and the Principal disappear from view, Scott hears the clatter of the building door opening, the clicking of their heels on the tile floor of the hall.

“Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills is your last stop for a while.” The door to the classroom opened, causing the rest of the class to look up.

The principle turns to address the room. “Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.”

Scott barely breathes as Allison heads for the one empty desk left in the room. Right behind him. She puts her notebook down, then glances up to see Scott turned toward her. Holding out a pen. With a relieved but curious smile, she takes it from him.

“Thanks.”

Scott gives her a nod, turning around with a proud expression. Looking up at the front of the room, Mr. Curtis stands up to start the lesson.

“We’ll begin with Kafka’s metamorphosis on page 133...”

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The school bell rings throughout the halls indicating its time to move to your next class. As I walked out of my classroom I spotted Stiles coming out of his. Jogging towards him to catch up, I shout his name to grab his attention. Whipping his head around he greets me with the classic, dopey, Stilinski smile. “Hey bub, what’s up?” I ask.

Rolling his eyes at the nickname, he grumbles all about how boring his English class was. “...oh! And there’s a new girl at school today!”

Interesting, I thought. Spotting Scott in the distance we both quicken our pace to meet with him at his locker.

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As he grabs his lock to open the door, Scott hears Allison just down the corridor. Looking towards where she stands they connect eyes. She starts to smile, recognizing the cute guy who gave her the pen. But then Lydia Martin swoops in front of her.

“That jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?”

“My Mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco,” Allison explains.

Suddenly Jackson, Lydia’s boyfriend, walks up to the pair and puts his arm around Lydia and she greets him with a kiss.

Turning back towards his locker, Scott spotted Y/N and Stiles walking up to him.

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Looking at the Alpha Male and his arm candy across the hall, I turn towards the boys with a confused look on my face.

“Can someone tell me how the new girl is here all of five minutes and she’s already hanging with Lydia’s clique?”

“Because she’s hot. Beautiful people herd together,” Stiles answers. He’s got a point. He steps up to open his own locker next to Scott’s.

“Is that why Lydia isn’t herding with you?”

“Lydia’s a long term project, okay? And trust me, I’ve got all the patience in the world for a high yield investment like her.”

You’ve got to give him credit. He’s committed.

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Head cocked slightly, Scott tunes into the conversation from the other end of the corridor, voices coming into focus.

“So,” Lydia exclaims, “this weekend there’s a party.”

“A party?”

Jackson leaned on the lockers next to him, arm now wrapped around Lydias torso. “Yeah, Friday night. You should come.”

“I can’t. It’s Family Night this Friday. But thanks for asking.”

“You sure? Everyone’s going after the scrimmage”

“You mean like football?”

“Football is a joke at Beacon. The sport here is Lacrosse. We won the state championship the last three years--“

Cutting in Lydia praises, “Because of a certain team captain.”

“We have practice in a few minutes,” Jackson explains. “You don’t have to be anywhere, do you?”

“Well, no, I was just going--“

Lydia claps her hands in excitement, “Perfect! You’re coming.”

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A whistle blowing echoes across the field. The Lacrosse Team’s Coach gathers the team on the field, Stiles and Scott lagging behind.

“But if you play I’ll have no one to talk to on the bench! You really gonna’ do that to your best friend?”

“Hey! No fair.” I look toward Stiles pouting when he gives me an obnoxious look.

“You don’t count.” I shoved him sticking my tongue out and watched as Stiles accidentally collided with Scott.

“Oops sorry Scott,” I apologize.

With an amused smile after watching our banter Scott continued his argument. “I can’t sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season, I make first line.” He heads for the field, pausing to see Lydia climbing the bleachers. And stepping right behind her... Allison.

I look towards the boy and follow his gaze behind me where I see the girls sitting. “Hey,” I nudged Stiles who was busy putting all his gear down around him in a destructive manner. “I think Scott’s got a crush on the new girl.”

“What? What makes you say that?”

“Look!” I point towards where Scott stands, still starring dreamily at Allison, but he’s suddenly interrupted when a lacrosse stick hits him in the chest.

“McCall! You’re in the goal.”

Scott turns to Coach Bobby Finstock, a man with little comprehension of the difficulties of teenage life. He tosses Scott the bundle of goalie equipment.

“But I’ve never played goal.”

“I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It’s a first day back thing. Get them energized, fired up!”

“What about me?”

“Try not to take any in the face.”

This is not gonna end well, I think to myself.

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Stepping into the net, Scott glances to the bleachers where Allison watches with Lydia, eyes focusing on them.

“Who is that,” Allison questions.

Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?”

“He’s in my English class.”

Scott looks up, shocked to hear Allison asking about him. But with his hearing momentarily turned up, he flinches at the whistle blow, sound ringing through his skull.

One of the bigger players charges forward as the Assistant Coach passes the ball to him. Catching it, he whips his stick forward, hurling the ball toward the goal.

Still reeling from the whistle, Scott looks up too late to see the ball soaring toward him. It bounces right off his helmet and into the net. The team laughs wickedly. Even Coach snickers.

Cheeks burning under his mask, Scott readies himself for the next player. When the whistle blows again, he’s ready. The Assistant Coach passes the ball to the next player who catches it and fires it right at the goal.

Scott moves startlingly fast, almost an instantaneous reaction. Then he notices the player staring at him with a mixture of disappointment and surprise. Scott has the ball.

“Yeah!” Stiles shouts from the sideline, impressed with his friends newfound luck. “See I told you he was practicing,” I brag to Stiles.

When the next player takes the shot, Scott catches the ball again. And then again. And again. Nothing can get past him.

In the bleachers, Allison and Lydia sit forward.

“He seems like he’s pretty good,” Allison continues to stare at Scott practicing on the field

“Very good.” Intrigued, Lydia keeps her gaze locked on Scott who now stands with a far more confident posture. Until he sees that Jackson is next in line. Glaring at Scott, he practically strangles the lacrosse stick with his gloves.

“Oh God...” Scott croaks with fear.

The Assistant Coach tosses the ball up. Jackson launches forward, catching the ball and spinning around to fire it at the goal. But Scott moves with supernatural precision. The ball lands right in the pocket of the goalie stick.

Stiles and I let out hollers of excitement, jumping up from the bench. In the bleachers, Lydia stands and cheers as well causing Jackson to throw a look at her. She returns his glare with a sly smile, a warning to step up his game.

Grinning, Scott gives the goalie stick a whirl, spinning it with a flick of his wrist and sending the ball soaring right into the pocket of the stunned Assistant Coach’s stick.

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In the woods, Scott retraces his steps from last night with Stiles and I following behind him.

“I don’t know what it was. It was like, I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.”

Walking towards a bank we came to a river we had to cross. I hope Scott knows where he’s going. After seeing nowhere to cross we trudged through the river soaking our feet in the water. If my shoes smell after this I’m gonna kill him.

Reaching the other side, Scott continued with his worries. “And that’s not the only weird thing. I mean I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear. And I can smell things.”

“Smell things? Like what,” Stiles questions.

“Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.”

“I don’t have any...” Stiles pulls out a lint-covered piece of wrapped gum.

Looking up at Scott in shock, he just shrugged, continuing his walk into the woods. Double checking, I ask him, “so all this started with the bite?”

“What if it’s an infection? What if my body is flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?”

“I’ve actually heard of this,” Stiles starts, “It’s a specific kind of infection.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I think it’s called... Lycanthropy.”

“Oh my god.” I roll my eyes at his accusation. He can’t be serious.

“No I’m serious! This is important!”

“What’s that? Is it bad? It sounds bad.”

“It is. But only once a month.”

“Once a month?”

“On the night of a full moon. Awroooo”

Scott looks at him. And then it clicks. Giving him a push, we continued walking.

“Stiles you’re such a dumbass sometimes,” I chide.

“Hey, he’s the one who heard a wolf howling.”

“There could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott looks back at Stiles with a look of fear.

“I know! You’re a werewolf! Grrr!” He slashes his hands through the air in a claw motion and I take this opportunity to stick my leg out in front of him and watch as he trips.

As Stiles falls to the forrest floor Scott and I laugh at his stupidity. “Okay, obviously, I’m kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting down all the silver I can find it’s because Friday’s a full moon.”

We seemed to reach the destination because Scott started to look around the area.

“I swear this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler...”

“Maybe the killer moved the body.”

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks.”

As the boys thought of different theories I looked towards the woods and saw someone walking towards us. Is that.. Derek Hale?

“Hello,” I greet, waving to the man.

Stiles looks up at me and then to the man and taps Scott on the arm, pulling him to his feet. Derek Hale. Nineteen and unquestionably handsome, he has a rougher look than the cleanly shaven Beacon Hills boys.

“What are you doing here?”

Both Scott and Stiles are too stunned to speak at first “This is private property.”

“Sorry, we didn’t know,” Stiles assures.

Derek stares at Scott, barely noticing Stiles or I.

Scott opens his mouth to speak to the man but then closes it, at a loss for words.

I take this as an opportunity explain. “We were just looking for something but we’ll leave. Sorry to bother you.”

As we’re turning to go, Derek tosses an object to Scott. His inhaler. When he looks up, Derek is already walking away.

Now finding his voice, Scott mutters, “Aight, come on. I’ve gotta get to work.”

“Dude, that was Derek Hale, “Stiles exclaims. “You remember, right? He’s only a few years older than us.”

“Remember what?”

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago.”

We used to have a class together in school. “I remember the cops pulling him out of class to tell him,” I tell the boys. “I wonder what he’s doing back.”

Scott eyes the inhaler in his hand, closing his fist over it. “Come on,” he says again.

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Best singles of 2018

As long as I can find inane novelty songs to play on loop a billion times, there is hope in the world.

1. Cardi B, Bad Bunny & J Balvin, “I Like It”

The problem with Invasion of Privacy, Cardi B’s whirlwind tour of every current hip-hop radio style, is that she’s simply better at some styles than others--fewer Chance duets, more Latin trap, please! She peaks with “I Like It”, a trap-salsa monster that earned its coronation as song of the summer; it was a pleasure to hear, overhear, and over-hear everywhere. By sampling Pete Rodriguez’s old-school boogaloo hit, she and her Spanglophone buddies imagine a diaspora-wide block party that stretches across dimensions of space and time. When the snare drum imitates the dizzy spin of the salsa horn (initially, at 0:07), “I Like It” demonstrates that certain rhythms can cross instrumental, stylistic, and cultural boundaries. Globalization is scary but genre-fucking is fantastic.

2. Rae Sremmurd & Juicy J, “Powerglide”

While the blankly pretty Swae Lee murmurs through his boyish Auto-Tune filter, Mike Will fashions a smooth, acrobatic beat, replete with key changes. The synthesized strings evoke a slow-motion car chase in the rain, parkour at night, an ideal of perfect stylized motion. It takes years of practice to achieve such athletic precision.

3. Doja Cat, “Mooo!”

To claim “Bitch I’m a cow/bitch I’m a cow/I’m not a cat, I don’t say meow” is to express a desire for one figurative sexual boast to replace another in hip-hop’s complex metaphor system, and the laid-back neosoul beat suits Doja Cat’s insouciance.

4. iLoveFriday, “Mia Khalifa”

Here’s the backstory behind this: a fake Twitter account impersonating Mia Khalifa, the retired porn star, dissed Smoke Hijabi, one half of the emo-rap duo iLoveFriday, previously best known for their successful vlog series. Unaware that the account did not represent the real Mia Khalifa, she and Auto-Tuned moaner Xeno Carr recorded a diss track in which they accuse her of various obscenities, although none as egregious as the needling whine of their voices. The amateurish flatness of Smoke Hijabi’s delivery in the second verse was the most obnoxious and glorious noise I heard all year. When people talk about the radical potential of the internet to change life and art, this is what they mean.

5. Fromis_9, “Love Bomb”

The plinky arpeggios, the sampled vocal sputter, the candied synth confetti, the constantly accelerating drum machine, and the giant chorus zooming irrepressibly into the sky render the kind of rush that is immediate and visceral. I aspire to have feelings as intense as those evidently experienced by Korean girl-group singers. Infatuation--who are you?

6. Khalid, Ty Dolla $ign & 6lack, “OTW”

Internet acronyms in pop songs imply distance, from Kelela’s “LMK” to Khalid’s “OTW”. The abstraction of language suggests an underlying anxiety about communication, especially when mediated by virtual/digital reality; the feints and dodges that proliferate when two people are trying to figure out what the other is thinking, already an essential pop subject, are thus heightened by yet another layer of technological distance. “OTW” is a musical rendition of Zeno’s paradox, a car song that doubles as a communication song: Khalid promises, in his sweet murmured baritone, that he’s on the way, but he never arrives, as the song keeps him frozen in perpetual transition. The bouncy shimmery beat mirrors the melancholy in his voice and the smoothness of his ride, as he roams the city looking for his beloved in the streetlights. If they don’t connect, it’s okay--he likes to drive.

7. DJ Snake, Cardi B, Ozuna & Selena Gomez, “Taki Taki”

In the eight or so years that he’s been a pop presence, I’ve seen no evidence that DJ Snake is a real person, rather than the anthropomorphized EDM zeitgeist--he’s gone from stupid headbanger drops to diluted reggaeton to moist trophouse gush as if engaged in the Billboard Hot 100 equivalent of insider trading. Now he’s apparently a Latin trap producer. Cool! “Taki Taki” kicks into gear with a whistled synth hook so pleasurably and painfully squeaky you long for it to repeat throughout the entire song, and indeed it does, as the cadre of stars, brought together by a shared fondness for harsh synthesizers, compete to outswagger each other. Each hears the hook and imagines a different song--Ozuna’s is lithe and chirpy, Cardi’s jumpy and aggressive, Selena’s whispered and sensual. The sum of such parts is a multivalent contraption that unites and celebrates a plethora of sensibilities. Ozuna is the glue, but Cardi is the firebomb.

8. Karol G, “Mi Cama”

Bed spring sound effects were apparently a thing this year--Karol G’s “Mi Cama” and EXO’s “Tempo” were two excellent pop hits in which creaky beds give the singers away, recorded on opposite sides of the globe. While the pingponging keyboards that accompany the creaking in “Mi Cama” are supposed to be erotic, they also sound creepy, like music that might play when a bunch of cackling munchkins in clown makeup scare you in a haunted house. I’ve hummed this song in nightmares.

9. Kylie Minogue, “Stop Me From Falling”

Kylie Minogue does country-disco right because she understands that all the best country-disco hits elongate the English high back rounded vowel. It’s quite simply the best vowel to belt, to exclaim, to sing along with (imagine if Taylor Swift had instead been twenty-threeeeeeee-eeee-eeee). “Stop me from falling,” she begs, but it’s too late, the soaring chorus has already taken off: the sweetly inevitable “for youuuuuuuuu,” over rosy keyboards and synthetic banjo. In a year when much of the best country cultivated a sense of displacement, of being a sparrow uprooted from the nest, I treasured Kylie’s playful crossover moves for the tension between traditionalism and novelty.

10. Da Pump, “USA”

Here’s the backstory behind this: an aging Japanese boy band, not having recorded for four years, decided to score a modest comeback single by covering an obscure Italian Eurobeat song from 1992, and were promptly shocked when the song became a massive hit and the song of the summer in Japan. They should have known better: you can’t just release a song with the hook “Come on baby, America”, punctuated by skittering retro synthesizers and braggadocious chants of “USA! USA!”, and expect people not to notice, now can you?

#favorite songs #best of 2018 #cardi b #rae sremmurd #doja cat

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