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thebirdsandthebats · 11 months

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Tim’s family thinks he can cook really well.

He didn’t mean for this to go so far. It had been a misunderstanding by a well-meaning Dick the last time he was in Gotham and stopped by the boat to visit. Tim had reheated some leftovers in his fridge from the night before, and Dick’s eyes lit up the moment Tim set the plates down.

“Wow, that looks amazing,” he’d commented. Tim, exhausted from a long patrol and preoccupied with dread of having to wake up early, had merely agreed. Of course Bernard’s cooking looked amazing. He was almost as big on presentation as he was on flavor.

“Yeah. Tastes even better.”

What he didn’t realize was that Dick had assumed he made the food. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if not for the fact that Dick loved to brag on his siblings. The next week, Stephanie stopped by unannounced to visit.

“I can’t believe how much you like it here. In a good way, obviously,” she’d grinned while Tim heated up some of the french onion soup that his boyfriend had made him. Tim laughed as he used a terry cloth to handle the hot bowl, placing it down in front of Steph.

He sat next to her with his own bowl. The random visits were odd. But on the bright side, the need to be a good host was kind of forcing him to eat on a more normal schedule. Two birds, one stone he guessed.

“Yeah. I like the marina a lot,” he blew lightly on his spoonful, the soup still steaming hot. “The atmosphere is so different from anywhere I’ve lived. I think being around the marina folk has been good for me—”

“Ohmygod.”

Tim looked over, startled by the outburst. Steph was staring at her soup with wide eyes. Her hand covered her mouth. Tim’s brows drew close together in confusion. “Are you okay? Did you burn your tongue?”

Steph grabbed his shoulder in a firm grip. “You’ve been holding out on us!” She accused.

“Wh—”

“You’ve been sticking to easy foods when you cook at the manor, but here you have the good stuff!” Tim frowned at her words. The realization was beginning to sink in. Did she think he made the soup? He knew how to cook, but he was nowhere near his boyfriend’s level. Bernard was literally in school to be a chef. He liked to practice his assignments at Tim’s boat, suffering through using his poor excuse for a kitchen all so he could leave Tim with the food when it was finished.

Tim opened his mouth to break the news to Steph, but their phones rang out with the high pitched drone that meant someone needed backup. Stephanie sighed. She lifted the bowl and downed all she could in a few swallows before leaping to her feet. “Job never ends, huh?” She offered Tim a hand up, and he took it without hesitation.

“Nope. Let’s suit up.”

After that night, Tim forgot to correct her. He was busy, and his family getting the wrong idea about his cooking abilities just didn’t make the top of his priority list. Bernard kept cooking when he spent nights over, and family kept dropping by on other nights, somehow never crossing paths. Tim’s neighbors seemed perplexed on how he’d gone from only ever letting his boyfriend in to having company every other night. And Tim just…couldn’t find the right moment to set the record straight.

Everything came to a head in the summer, not too long after Tim’s birthday. He was sprawled out on his couch, head resting in Bernard’s lap as the blonde’s fingers scratched lightly at his scalp. It was the lazy kind of day they didn’t often get to spend together, and Tim was feeling warm and drowsy. That was, until his phone dinged with several text notifications, and he dug it out with a grumble to see who needed him.

stop spamming the gc

Dick: it’s august .. here we go

Steph: birthday month babey!!

Duke: my wallet…

Cass: Dami, Jason, Steph, and Duke all get the bday cake in their contact names :)

Steph: Tim I know you’re lurking. for the birthday month we all want you to bring GOOD FOOD TO THE FUNCTION PLS AND TY

Damian: do not forget my dietary restrictions if you do so.

Steph: you text like you’re 84

Tim groaned and let his phone clatter to the floor. Bernard’s fingers paused in his hair. “Bad news?” He asked, concern painting his voice.

Tim shook his head and scrubbed at his face with his hands. “Not really. It’s just—um. You know how you always leave food here for me?” He tilted his head back to look Bernard in the face, and his breath caught for a moment when he saw that his boyfriend was already looking down at him.

He snickered at Tim’s expression. “Yeah? Do you need more?” He asked. Tim was baffled by the question. His fridge hadn’t been empty in ages, and even with his frequent guests, Bernard made such large portions that it took him days to finish a dish. He had more than enough.

“No, it isn’t that. My family…” he hesitated, wondering how dumb this was going to sound. But Bernard was waiting, watching him expectantly, and these days he’d started filling in the gaps himself whenever Tim’s words trailed off thoughtfully. If he didn’t finish speaking quickly, Bernard would have an entirely new problem invented.

“…um, they think I can cook.”

Bernard burst out laughing.

Tim’s face burned pink. “Wh—hey,” he complained at the reaction. “I know how to cook, why are you laughing?”

Bernard wiped the corner of his eye, giggling like a maniac. “Sorry, sorry! You said that like you were coming out to me, and also I’ve seen you sauté,” he managed, and Tim rolled his eyes at the memory. He had sautéed just fine…mostly.

When Bernard was finished laughing at him and had caught his breath again, Tim explained his situation and showed him the texts. He raised an eyebrow. “Jeez. Four August birthdays? And they expect you to cook for all of them?”

Tim sighed. “Yeah. I could just tell them they’ve got the wrong guy, but now it’s birthday month and we’ve gotta plan quick.” It was actually a very rare occurrence that they got together for every birthday in August. Their schedules were so unpredictable. But all 4 was the goal.

Bernard chewed his lip in consideration. “Okay. What if…you give me a list of each of their favorite foods and any restrictions, and I’ll make the food.” He proposed. Tim sat up, turning to face the blonde fully now.

That was way too much work for somebody already cooking for assignments. Plus, Tim didn’t want to pretend he was the one cooking anymore. He said as much to Bernard, who refused to look fazed.

“First off, I can cook 4 meals in my free time. Easy. And second off, I guess you’ll just have to bring me with you to clear up any misunderstandings,” he grinned.

Tim perked up instantly. That was…a perfect solution, actually. Everything would be cleared up, he wouldn’t have to show up without what was expected of him, and the best part, he’d get to bring Bernard with him. He’d been itching to start working his boyfriend into more of his family’s meetups because it was looking like their relationship was pretty serious. He wanted to be able to bring him to their holidays, parties, and dinners. This was a perfect opportunity to start.

He leaned in and kissed Bernard’s cheek. It would never cease to amuse him how a real kiss on the lips was nothing to his boyfriend, but Tim kissing his face always had him turning red.

“Oh.” Bernard touched his face. “You have a crush on me or something?” He teased weakly, and Tim laughed as he settled back down on the couch, his head resting in Bernard’s lap as his fingers found his hair again.

A week later, Tim showed up to the manor with Bernard following close behind, a pan of vegan chili noodles in his arms. Dick opened the door. He beamed once he saw Tim.

“Hey! C’mon, everyone is already inside, so if you brought the food you can…” he trailed off as he finally spotted Bernard behind Tim, who was fighting to keep a straight face. He blinked. “Oh, is this…?”

Bernard carefully balanced the dish in one hand and stretched out the other in greeting. “I’m the chef.” He said with barely contained glee.

The realization seemed to hit Dick all once. His mouth parted in surprise. He glanced back and forth between Tim and Bernard. Finally, he shook his head in disbelief. “You know, this actually makes…so much more sense. Sorry, Tim.”

“Wh—excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?”

#This was meant to just be a silly post but it got away from me #I HAVENT POSTED A FICLET IN. idk. CENTURIES #ficlet #fic #dc comics #batfamily #tim drake #bernard dowd #timber #timbern #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake robin #td:r

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heyybaejjk · 7 months

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - PT. 2

pairing: teen miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary: I suck at writing summaries, js read it man 😞

warnings/notes: smoking?? dk if that counts, profanity, dry fucking humor, no miguel x reader yet

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It was two hours before school started. Meaning, that Miguel had two hours to freshen himself up before meeting Manaia today. He woke up at 5 and brushed his teeth hard. So hard that the bristles were at different angles. He then settled at his friend's house, Sione, and texted him that he was waiting outside.

M.Ohara_99: Open the door.

mahi_sniffer: good morning to you too 😔

M.Ohara_99: Sione, it's six in the morning and it's freezing out here. Open the door.

aluaigioukae: can you not text the gc, you have private msgs for a reason stupid asses

mahi_sniffer: @aluaigioukae fuck up period clot n go back to sleep boi

[ M.Ohara_99: Sione, it's six in the morning and it's freezing out here. Open the door. ]

mahi_sniffer: ^Replied to M.Ohara_99's message^

: does that mean ur nips r hard

M.Ohara_99 is typing...

mahi_sniffer: does that mean ur nips are hard

read by M.Ohara_99

mahi_sniffer: HEY WHYD U LEAVE ME ON SEEN 😞

mahi_sniffer: IM KIDDING ILL OPEN THE DOOR MAN

Sione rushes out of his bed, running to the door and opening it. Laughing to himself as he sees Miguel's 6"9 standing there with his eyebrow raised. Sione's eyes lowering down to Miguel's chest. "So they are hard."

That was half an hour ago, now Miguel and Sione were both at Kiuga's house. Both were sat on his bed, Sione facing the wall with his arms crossed.

"So after Kiuga gets ready, we're going to go to David's house?" Miguel asks Sione, face to face with his back. He watches as Sione shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Don'know," he responds dryly.

Miguels laughs to himself, pushing Sione from the back. "C'mon, it wasn't even that bad."

"What's he sooking about?" Kiuga asks, adjusting his ie lavalava that wrapped around his waist.

"I tapped his cheek because he was looking at my nipples-"

"Wroooong! You slapped me, idiot!" Sione whines, throwing a glare Miguel's way.

Kiuga chuckles, finally finished getting ready. Ruffling Sione's hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "David's meeting us at school, he went early to have a personal fufu hour sesh in the school bathroom with his missus."

(a/n: fufu hour is this discord chat with a bunch of polynesians, its just straight up nudes, cookie calls, and sex☠️)

Miguel's face cringes while Sione pushes him away, "Can you not, cunt? Oh my fuck," He makes a gagging face, trying to shake off the image of one of his best friend's and their girlfriend having a quick root.

It was time. Time has gone by and now the performances were ready to be showcased. Everyone was to sit inside the wide and large hall, face the stage while sitting in a cramped space next to others. This led Miguel to start freaking the absolute fuck out. Where should he sit? Next to her? Behind her? Or should he purposely sit in front of Manaia so she can gawk at his back muscles? Where was she even going to sit?

He pauses at the hall door upon seeing her sit down front row, along with other two girls on each side. Miguel mentally facepalms. Of course, she'd be in front row. She was performing.

Miguel nervously rubbed his sweaty palms and speedwalks outside the hall, making his way to the men's changing room. He sees Kiuga sitting down on one of the benches, huffing out a puff of smoke, throwing away the blunt instantly at the sight of him walking.

"Fuck, I thought you were Mr Smith," he chuckles, standing up to dap up Miguel, "He caught me last term, the rents were not happy with me... You got the thing I told you about?"

Miguel nods, pulling out a small box and showing it to his friend, smiling proudly.

"Okay, how much did this cost you?"

"Like $15 for one, I got another as well, so.. $30 altogether," Miguel smiles innocently, holding a dark red and blue flower and a purple flower together as a father would with a fish after their successful catch.

"The hell? Miguel, what sei shop did you go to?"

( a/n: A sei is a fake flower worn on your ear. Traditionally, if a sei is being worn on your right ear, it means you're single. If it's on the left ear, then it mean you're taken. Or can just be used decoration. I personally wear one for fun!!)

Miguel's smile falters slightly, "The one you told me to go to! Sialei's Boutique."

"Se aikae ia, that's the one I told you not to go to. Sione told you to go to that one. And we've learnt to never listen to Sione," he rolls his eyes at the mention of their friend, "The one I told you to go to only sold sei's for $15, but in a pack of 10. You only have 2."

"Oh fuck- Sorry. I didn't-"

"It doesn't matter now. Just remember the plan, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah! Right, I know."

"And that is?" Kiuga questions the latter, patting his back to comfort his nerves.

"Wait for everything to finish. Ask her if she's free to speak later, and then ask her out on a date?"

"Ia malo lava, great job, now go find us a seat inside, I'll be there soon."

"But where are you going to be?"

"Right beside you, I need to chuck a quick piss before it starts. Now go!"

An hour and a half went by and the main event was coming to a near-end. Miguel sat in his seat uncomfortably, his legs sore from sitting in the same spot for so long, but he held on staying just to see you dance. However, the temptation of walking out the hall doors was getting to him.

"Fuck me," Miguel whispers, annoyed at the bicker he was stuck in between with. He sat in the middle of Sione and Kiuga, who were visibly arguing, spitting all over Miguel's face without care.

"Yeah, but I told you to pack the flag so we can run around with it!"

"No the fuck you didn't, cunt. YOU said you were going to bring it, you never told me to bring it!"

"Sione, I literally remember what you said. You, Miguel, and David were at my bloody house last night! You can ask Miguel. Right, Miguel!?"

Both heads turn to face the poor boy, he ignores them as the crowd around them starts to cheer at the MC walking on stage. "Kia Orana, everybody!" The loud voice echoes through the mic, a tall Kuki boy with slight pale skin held a bright smile, ushering for the audience to quiet down for him to speak. "Before the day ends, we have two more performances to finish us off! A couple dance then that will be followed by a group performance, so don't be afraid to give them a big cheer!"

He walks off the stage as another guy walks onto the middle of it, his head bowed down and muscular arms behind his back, the guy on stage had a similar build to Miguel's; only difference being he had a traditional tattoo run across his shoulder blade and down the right side of his chest.

The song had started and everyone had already started cheering, especially Kiuga. David, who was beside him, took out a big Samoan flag and started waving it around while cheering. Miguel laughs as Sione and Kiuga glare at David.

A minute into the dance, Miguel leans over to his right, "Who's that?" He whispers to Sione, his annoyance gone down as the two other boys had stopped arguing.

Sione goes silent for a while before answer, "The guy dancing?" he asks warily.

"Yeah, him."

The audience grows louder as they watch another figure walk onto the stage, locking hands with the other. His eyes refuse to avert, his breathing heaves at the sight of Manaia making her way on stage, her hand holding the latter. Miguel watches in disbelief as her smile, showing her pearly white teeth, winking at the audience. Her curly hair reached the back of her knees, complimenting the black and blue dress you wore. The sei she wore matching with the guy's ie lavalava.

"That's Manaia's ex, Seth..."

( a/n: for reference, here's the dance !! )

this chapter is v boring, this was more of a filler im sorry guys

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jaays-moon · 2 months

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ghostbusters👻☎

heeseung x reader (afab) genre: friends to lovers, conducting a seance, spooOooky, friends having fun!! synopsis: what is better than a sleepover after the dreadful exams? a game of calling ghosts at a sleepover! where y/n and her friends play the game of seance with candles. word count: 2.6K 🖤🖤 DISCLAIMER‼️ i do not intend make fun of the practice or anyone who believes in such things. this story is purely for entertainment. continue reading....༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

"dude we are still having the sleepover right?" hearing heeseung's voice over the phone was just the moral boost i needed to protect myself from the eventual bed rot.

"yeah... we do, don't we..." however, nothing could stop me from the self-loathing that ensued after our exam results were published.

"y/n are you still sad about your grades? dude... you literally topped the class. so what jay beat you to rank 1, you know that nerdball is always trying to one up you."

ha...was it that evident in my voice "no, haha no its... ugh you know what, yeah i am upset. LIKE HE LITERALLY TOLD ME HE DIDN'T DO WELL IN PHYSICS, BUT THAT HOE??? this is why i hate toppers."

"oh? is it so?"

JAY??? what- omg did hee just put me on a three way call??

"HEE?" what is this guy doing. gosh way to go. he sure does know how to put me on the spot!

"no bestie it is I. the topper. you know you should actually let me know how crude your true intent is. and here i thought you were a friend."

"oh well good cause i can't be friends with LIARS! i wasn't the one who pretended to not know about the exam and then proceed to get an A! that is actually being an asshole. also that you never told me about getting tutored by jake."

"wait what you were getting tutored by jake? is this how you steal peoples friends jay?"

"WHAT? NO I DIDN'T? THAT LIL SHIT HAS BEEN TELLING EVERYONE THAT? JAKE-"

*the line cuts and the doorbell rings*

who could that be?

"hee?" "yes? who else? its time for the sleepover girl?"

"its 7 o' clock in the evening heeseung, who comes this early anyways-" i mean how does it even matter to scold him cause either ways, he barges into the house.

"well technically i do live here. its like my second home. do you need to take permission to enter your own house love?" of course. the only reason why i am friends with hee. he is unapologetically himself. it puts me at ease to have a person who thinks of me so dearly. or thinks of my home so dearly...

"ok fyi i also sent the invite in the gc"

"oh i know, jay is on the way with jake, maybe after he beats him up tho."

i chuckle at the thought of those two bickering. obviously jake hadn't told me anything about tutoring. it was just fun to watch them bicker after all! "and for you, i also invited leah over." a wicked grin decorates my face as i watch hee's jaw drop and eyes go wide in horror.

"Y/N??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO what? why? how could you do this to me? YOU ARE VERY AWARE OF HOW CLINGY SHE IS WITH ME. she is like obsessed with me or something! please no y/n. i am so sorry!! Y/N"

"hee be nice! she is my friend! and everyone has tiny crushes. she just likes you a bit. as the good friend that i am, i am just helping her out! she also has something planned for the night. she was recommending some game? i don't know."

*bell rings*

"i guess that must be the two actual friends of mine. the ones who TRULY care for me!" i chuckle as i approach the door.

however nobody stands as i open the door. i look outside to check my surroundings but it is as quiet as a night full of mysteries could be. the sudden noise of thunder fills the ambience as it starts pouring heavily. i shriek as i run back into the house, locking the door. "hee...?" i look over the kitchen counter, the sofa, and knock on the bathroom doors he doesn't respond. "ugh where did this kid go? hee, hees- AHHHHHH!

something black just covers my eyes from the back as a scream for my life. "geez, if you didn't know how to defend yourself, you sure can make a serial killer go deaf. you know you should audition for those roles of screamers in the slasher thrillers."

"HEESEUNG! NOT FUNNY. I WAS SO SCARED!" "aww pookie was scared" "ew-" but his warm hug makes up for it. as the cold from the rain starts creeping into the room, heeseung offers me his jacket.

"what about you?" "don't worry. you will be warm and smell nice in it." he adds on with a wink. this guy. my laughs cover how blown out my pupils look. it isn't fair. how he gets to have this effect on me. i mean we are friends but moments like these, make me question otherwise. why can't i reciprocate the flirtations? why am i defeated dumb by this gorgeous guy?

"ok leah justed texted me. jay is picking her up" "you text leah?" "sometimes, when i think my charm is wearing off." "you are such an asshole! i am going to tell her." "no you won't." "and why is that?" "cause you care about me. cause, you like me." a grin of victory. i wave my hand to dismiss the words thrown out in air. is it that simple for him?

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our boisterous laugh fills my apartment. if it weren't for these people i genuinely wouldn't make it through college. but as we talk, as we laugh, heeseung keeps falling all over me.

"HEESEUNG WHY DO YOU HAVE A SERIOUS CASE OF IJBOLITIS YOU WILL SQUISH Y/N." jay's boisterous accusation fills the room when jake ends up becoming a water fountain spitting out the cola he was drinking. "omg y'all!! now i need to get tissues" shaking my head isn't enough for the amount of chaos these people cause.

was i saying something about them saving me throughout college? never mind that, it is in direct proportion to the headache they give me. stealing glance from hee i move towards the kitchen "y/n could you also get...um..five! yes five candles!" "candles? for what leah?" "remember?! i told you we have to play a game. i mean we are done watching a movie. it is raining outside. IT IS 3 AM! this is the perfect time to have a seance!" "ah what now?"

"a seance jake. wouldn't have expected you to know however." "please do explain jAy. wHat is a sEanCe"

"well you see in ancient times-"

"it is a ghost calling game!"

"it is NOT a game leahhh." wow... i have never seen jay pout?

"wellllllll none of us are mediums."

"what would you know baby i could be a medium?"

"BABY??" "BABY?" "you both-"

"what y/n? as if you aren't hiding something?! *giggling* you and hee... aren't you also dating? you may not tell your dear friend-"

"what? no no you have it wrong leah. y/n and i. i would never date her. we can never date. we are friends. right y/n? y/n-"

i rush to the kitchen as soon as possible. i have nothing to do with that conversation. i should have known. it was just heeseung being heeseung. he is just nice to everyone. it shouldn't mean anything that the way he looks at me is any different. it was just my perception. it was my fault i thought that heeseung could love me any more than a friend. it should have been me who answered that. of course. like he said we could never date. why would he date me. why would i date him. why am i hurt-

"y/n? why did you leave like that?"

as i feel my throat burning at the familiar sound. my eyes are about to spill the truth. "didn't leah ask to get the candles though? why are you worried." as i shove past him in my annoyance which almost turned into guilt. reaching up to open the cabinet heeseung comes closer, hovering over me to reach the matchbox. "y/n" oh i know that timbre of his voice. the low, soothing tone, prying to know if i am hurt. i am not. definitely. "what?" "i am supposed to ask you that. i know you have something on your mind. i mean i know you were trying to set me up with your friend-" oh. he wasn't even thinking about me. good lord. this is pathetic. i am pathetic. "no i wasn't worried about that. matter of fact i wasn't worried at all. first you three way call jay to "prank" me. and now you think i am unlovable. pick a side lee heeseung. do you even care or not."

"woah. government name... if i didn't know you better, i would say you are mad right now." "that is the point heeseung. you don't. know. me." "baby-" "DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" as i push him back to the kitchen island i feel his round eyes on me filled with concern and guilt. i am unable to pull him back before he bumps into the glass as it shatters to the floor.

"ayo? what happened-" jake's concerned voice broke both of us from the intense glare we shared.

"DID THE GLASS JUST BREAK? LEAH BABY! ISN'T THIS A BAD OMEN. WE SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS!" "jay.... baby relax it didn't fall on it's own."

"ew, get a room." leah rolls her eyes as she speaks "i guess heeseung bumped into it. right?" "yeah. that is exactly what happened."

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"so that is basically it. we hold each other's hands and ask if any spirit is out there who wants to contact us. and i know how hard it is for us to remain silent, calm and composed we HAVE to. the candles will flicker and we can then start asking questions! only ask yes or no questions. also, no questions about death, money or future! ok y/n babe light the candles in the center please!!"

as leah instructs all of us we get into position. i immediately scurried next to leah's side and held her hand as we all sat down. i could sense heeseung's intense stare on me but for the sake of my sanity, i choose to ignore him like all my problems in life. didn't know he would someday fall on that list. am i being dramatic? maybe. i am just a girl! 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎀

"wow that is cool and everything but, sorry y/n i don't want to hold sweaty ass palms?" "excuse ME-" "i said what i said!" jake dashes of to sit next to jay who was happily seated next to his gf. this jake had one job. heeseung awkwardly shifts to sit next to me. my hands go cold with the tight feeling in the pit of my stomach. i try to be extremely nonchalant about it. but in the shuffle i almost skid on the stupid floor which makes him snort. i look up to squint at him but it elicits only a response of a smirk from him. oh.

"oh also if the candle assigned to each of us flickers then it is a yes and if all the candles remain still. well, a no." "aw babeee you are learning so well!" "the best is teaching me" as jay shoots a wink at his partner we all physically groan with jake audibly gagging. well this is going to be fun...

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as the rounds went by the questions became stupider. you would think that all of us had a collective braincell count of negative 5.

"am I the smartest in this group"

" *cough* nO *cough* "

"shut up jake!"

"whaaaat it wasn't me :("

this is what i missed the most, laughing, having fun with your friends. i also long back started to feel at ease with hee's warm hands melting into mine. i had gone overboard with my feelings and it wasn't fair to hee or me... i just had made assumptions. i wished to clear the air. as my other friends continued to bicker i turned towards hee.

"hee...i am sorry for pushing you earlier. i just... it did sting when you said you would NEVER date me. i mean i am not that bad of a person am i" i laugh trying to cover the underlying connotations of my ask. " *chuckles* im sorry y/n. it was actually on me that i assumed you would be averse to dating ME. i mean who would want to date their friends, right?" his response caught me off guard so did his tone. he ended the question with some unsaid hope. i tried to decipher what he meant while trying to study his eyes. his eyes were locked into mine the similar way. trying to uncover the surface and delve deeper.

"i guess there are two other love birds here!" leah's voice broke us from a trance like state. " ahha leah. so its my turn? ok i would like to ask whether i will be rich- "HEE DO YOU WANT TO DIE LEAH JUST SAID NO QUESTIONS ABOUT MONEY!!!" " well...if it means it will be in your arms-"

"ohh my godddddd"

"i think i just barfed in my mouth-"

"YOU are actually the perpetrator of such CRIME!"

"EXCUSE ME-"

no amount of eye rolls can save the redness that creeps into my face. this guy- but this time i try to play along. "well why are you trying to be like romeo-juliet, when we can be hee-y/n alive and happy." i add on a wink feeling extra feisty.

the silence which fills the room could be cut through with a knife. i was about to back track when hee's jaw dropped like never before and a howling laughter ensued.

"oh heeseung she DEVOURED YOU SO BAD!!"

"damn y/n should flirt more often!!"

hee was just as dumbfounded as i was at my response.

"oh yeah? are you sure y/n. don't make promises you can't keep." his voice dropped to a soothing volume. his head tilted with the slightest smolder in his eyes. not to overpowering. just enough to hypnotize, mesmerize. as he turned towards the the candle circle his voice become bold and clear.

"dear spirit just y/n like me?" is he for real!!?? did he just ask that in front of... at that moment it felt as all the air in the room had left. a chill ran through my spine. i could see my friends start to feel uneasy as it seemed something, or someBODY else had joined our little gathering. i could see leah's face drop as she held my hand's tighter than usual. even jake and jay feel completely silent with the ambience in the air which dropped the temperature.

" ok... um so heeseung your candle isn't flickering-"

"but baby look... y/n's candle is flickering."

it felt like time had stopped. the room felt eerily filled with various other auras. feeling intensified. the tension was rising. as if as an instinct i held onto hee's hand tighter than before. from my periphery i noticed him glance towards me. he reciprocated.

"ok that is enough, thank you spirit for joining us." leah broke the tension as she blew out the candles and all of us sighed. as if everyone was holding their breathe expecting the worse.

all of us looked at each other. "ok... well the spirit didn't have to expose me like that..." everyone started giggling. this experience was something else.

"so you do like me?"

"well we all knew that before you two idiots knew."

"for once I agree with jake. you both are so blind, imagine, a LITERAL SPIRIT had to come and expose y'all."

"wellll THIS WAS FUN. and, i beg you y/n. NEVER second guess MY intuition. mwah mwah. you both are soooo adorbs!!"

and all i and hee could do in laugh and fall in for each other all over again.

omg this was long af😭😭 i had so many doubts and second thoughts with this buttttt, i hope you like it‼️‼️ please do show support and love by reblogging🖤and sending in asks in the mailbox💌thank you ‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡

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soobberries · 1 year

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I want to hear your thoughts on something- ot5! voyeurism. Who do you think would be into it?

I cannot get this image out of my head: one member (bf? fwb? or maybe you're just a groupie(?)) sits behind you, his legs on top of yours to keep your legs wide open. He's got one arm around you to keep you pressed against him, while his free hand is busy stretching you out with his fingers as his four bandmates are stroking their cocks, focused on watching the way your cunt is slick, dripping with your arousal with lust-filled eyes.

One of them will prob whip out his phone and start filming to send it in the gc & rewatch later because they don't want to forget the pretty noises you make, both from your core and your lips, as well as how hot you look with a fucked out expression.

Ofc leads to a very messy sixsome. 👍

LMFAO I am soooo sorry abt the way I wrote this, I am very clearly not a smut writer, but I needed to get this out because my brain is having a meltdown 🥴🫠 accept my sincerest apologies 🤲

POHEW. Not a messy sixome >insert that thirsty emoji since I'm on my laptop and lazy to pull it out<

Please don't apologise for how you wrote this! I'm no true smut write myself so I can't say I'd do a better or worse job hehe~! Either way I'm just excited to share these ideas of course!

Hmm now let me think... I feel as though many of us are to an extent, voyeurs... I mean if you have to just think in simple terms of the consumption of porn and such. Plus if we want to give some level of validation to your scenario, we'd have to assume that they are all voyeurs, so let me discuss the scenario seperately to the general question of who I'd think is into it.

I also mentioned in a different ask that in theory someone can be really into something but in practice, not really. While I won't go into specifics like that other post, realistically, only one of them would be okay with true voyeurism...and i also don't know who it would be... Anyway being too realistic is boring so in a general sense, who's super into it?

I'd say resident weebs Soobin and Huening! Beomgyu closely after. The other two seem more possessive and while they'd be into watching you play with yourself, they don't seem to be into watching someone else play with you, get what I mean?

Now moving on, lets assign who's who in your lovely scenario hehe.

Idk my mind is so set on the person with their fingers being inside you being Taehyun lmao. We all know Taehyun is lowkey beefy so having his muscular arms and legs hold you down? sounds hot. Beomgyu is recording... It could be Kai but I just feel he'd be too focused on watching Taehyun's fingers slipping inside of you, mesmerised by how it seems to disappear so effortlessly, thinking about what it must feel like to have his own fingers inside.

I can't work out the logistics but I'd say it would make most sense to be fwb with Taehyun, and he openly shares your sexual escapades with the other members. And lets say you're friends with all of them to some extent or at least acquainted somehow... You at least have disgustingly obvious sexual tension with two of them (I'm betting on Kai and Beomgyu. Those two are just... intense.) Then of course after hearing about your sexual encounters on the occasion from Taehyun, as well as actually hearing you in the literal sense when Taehyun is fucking the living daylights outta you, the other two can't help but let their minds wonder on occasion. Perhaps one had a lewd dream about and the other secretly masturbated to your sounds one frustrating night lmao.

Either way Taehyun is definitely a little shit, enough to the extent that he'd bask in taunting the other members as well as you by playing with you in front of them.

It's easy to picture him dragging lets say Kai and Soobin (them being the most likely to take part in something like this without their pride getting in the way like Gyu and Yeonjun) to watch you since they were ever so curious. He'd ask you about the ordeal before, and ignoring the awkward glances and scoffs exchanged between you, Kai, and Soobin, unsure about what to do when actually faced with the situation, he'd order you to strip down and get on his lap.

Plus Taehyun manspread>>> ahem, anyway.

Once your situated on his lap, he pulls your legs apart, not really considering how embarrassing the whole thing would be for you, sticking his knees behind yours to secure the position, using his arms to pull you close to his chest, his lips trailing gentle kisses against your neck as he reaches down to rub circles on your clit.

Even if you were embarrassed, with the position and the way it feels to have him touch you, as well as the dazed stares of the other two, you'd be far too gone to really focus in on that feeling.

The other two, both with puzzled expressions, zoning in on your clit initially trying to get a grasp of everything, simultaneously being impressed by how well Taehyun knows your body as well as trying to explain why their pants suddenly feel so fucking tight. Taehyung would tighten one arm around your waist, leaving soft bites on your neck, and whispering all sorts of things to you "Are you extra wet because the others are watching?" "Feels like you're extra sensitive to my touch with an audience. He'd focus on you a lot more than the guys but he won't rule them out in that situation.

He'd probably call out their bulges and call them idiots if they don't plan to take this opportunity to touch themselves. Anyway I'm sure Kai is the first to pull his dick out, absolutely dazed by everything.

Then after some toying, Taehyun gets a second finger in no time,, starting to hit you're favourite spots, causing you to arch into him. Obviously hearing the ruckus the other two would get curious and even if they're taken aback by the site before them: Soobin and Kai touching themselves at the site of you crumbling against Taehyun's fingers, they'd simply lose sense of logic sooner or later, standing by the doorframe feeling themselves get turned on too.

Beomgyu, being first to pop out his camera, Yeonjun being the first to approach you directly kneeling down in front of you, ready to probably eat you out or at least ask Taehyun if he can put his fingers inside you, eager to see if he could also get you to make those same sounds you were just making.

Yeonjun's fingers and mouth busy themselves against you while Taehyun pulls you closer to him while he sucks on your neck and ruts his hips into your back, Beomgyu filming from the doorway as he rubs his bulge with his free hand. Once Soobin sees Yeonjun joining, he wills himself to move forward and attach his lips to your nipple and use his other hand to play with the other. Kai is the only one that remains dazed at the site, happily being satisfied without touching you for now.

I mean your senses at this point... how much will you truly process when there's already three men al up against you, making it their mission to just make you feel good.

it's putting a different meaning to tomorrow x together for sure...

Idk when it happens exactly but once you cum once, Taehyun for sure tells you to move so he can get rid of his pants, and when you stand this is the opportunity that Kai takes to simply come make out with you, maybe he'd take your hand and place it on his dick, hoping you'd help him. Yeonjun is experimenting with you still, basking in the way you squeeze around his fingers, and Soobin is in boob heaven so they're staying busy. Taehyun wouldn't hesitate to pull you back into his lap, shooing Yeonjun away so that he can fuck you like he wants to. Yeonjun doesn't even care much though, he's so fixated on your expressions instead, he may go help Beomgyu out if he's feeling fruity though idk... Beomgyu has been filming but he has to put the phone down at some point to focus purely on getting himself off... Then again when he sees what you look like with Taehyun's cock inside of you, he suddenly has this urge to also want to be inside of you...

Eh... I'm sure they figure out some way to take turns... He may opt to just shove his cock in your mouth though if the position allows for it.

Well as for the rest... I may have to consider actually becoming a smut writer and write the whole thing out hehe!

Thanks for sharing your lovely insights~!^^

#〘taro tea; ask box 〙#txt hard hours #〘pocky sticks; y.en speaking〙#tomorrow x together hard hours #tomorrow x together smut #txt smut #txt hard thoughts

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vonrew · 2 months

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GC OC ANGST

“HOW ABOUT I BUY YOU A NEW PHONE TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HUH? REPLACE THAT FUCK ASS FLIP PHONE YOU GOT?!”

“ZAC— TOO FAR TOO FAR.”

“ZAC SHUT UP FOR ONCE.”

“How bout you mind your own business for once Zac. Sorry, I forgot that- YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO THAT.”

A heavy silence quickly encased the room.

It was just one thing after another for Bo. First, he had to do repo work. It was just his luck that he had to deal with a particularly rowdy client. Then, he had a flat on his way back. That enough was all it took for him to want to crawl into bed for the rest of the day.

But nooooo.

Whatever God that had been getting a kick out of the teen’s morning-to-noon decided that it wanted even more entertainment. So it sent Zac to “greet” him when he opened his front door to a crash.

And there laid Repo’s car models.

They were just for decoration. He had been told. But it would take a fool not to notice how proud the mantis mutant was of the small figurines.

But when his little sister was picking up the broken pieces, telling Zac and Emmie that they were leaving, Emmie started YELLING at her. Asking her “WHAT DID I DO?” and saying, “I DIDN’T DO SHIT.”

Well, Emmie was right.

She DIDN’T do shit.

What she COULD have done was take her brother and leave with no questions after he BROKE something. But noooo…

Melody, bless her soul, being the sweetheart that she is, does her best to defuse the situation with a strong voice but shaky hands.

‘Why would they yell at her? Direct their feelings onto her?’

“Wherever Zac goes I’ll go.”

The nail on the head.

“Yeah, why don't you? Zac. Get the fuck out and take your babysitter with you.”

Bo watched as Emmie’s face twisted and Zac straightened up.

“I don't want to see either of you on this property again.”

“I AM NOT HIS BABYSIT—”

“WELL I HOPE THE FUCK NOT- YOU’D DO A SHITTY JOB! WORSE THAN NOW— DO YOU SEE JUST HOW MANY TANTRUMS HE'S HAVING AT HIS GROWN AGE?! OHHHH BUT HERE COMES THE EXCUSE— “HE DIDN'T GROW UP WITH A LOVING FAM—” OH GO CRY YOURSELF A RIVER AND BUILD A BRIDGE TO GET THE FUCK OVER IT.”

“BO! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.” Melody latched onto his arm. Her claws digging into his skin.

It was a surprisingly good grounder. Even if that wasn't her intention.

“WHATEVER MADE YOU THINK I WANTED TO BE HIS BABYSITTER!?”

Bo’s head snapped up. He was never aware of the fact that he was looking down as Emmie’s face grew red.

“I NEVER ASKED FOR THAT POSITION. I NEVER ASKED TO HAVE TO CONSTANTLY WATCH HIS ASS. I NEVER ASKED TO HAVE TO BE THE ONE TO BAIL HIM OUT OF EVERY SITUATION. I NEVER ASKED TO LEARN FIRST AID BECAUSE MY BIG BROTHER WOULD COME HOME WITH GASHES THE SIZE OF HIS FOREARM. I NEVER ASKED TO BE SWEPT UP IN WHATEVER FUCKERY HE ALWAYS GETS HIMSELF INTO—”

‘Who is him?’ Bo found himself asking as he finally pulled his eyes away from Emmie’s seething form.

‘Whose Mel looking at?’ He tried to look over her only to realize they were now on the floor. ‘When had I-’

“I NEVER ASKED TO BE HIS SISTER!”

That sentence alone seemed enough to snap everyone out of it.

Emmie’s face immediately turned to her brother. A look of shock and regret quickly swamped her features.

Melody’s eyes were wide. She didn't even know what to say. What could she say to both parties that wouldn't hurt the other more than they already are?

“Zac—” Emmie started to walk towards her brother, her voice cracking. “I didn't… I didn't really mean any of that.”

“No, you definitely meant it if you were loud enough to get the fact that you “didn't ask to be my sister” through my “hard head”.”

Was Zac… crying?

“Zac. I didn't mean it. I was angry, upset, and confused.” She tried to place her hand on his shoulder before he jerked away. It looked like he just got burnt, instinctually flinching away from the skillet.

“I won't come back on your property.” Zac quickly wiped at his eyes before he actually let any tears fall. “Emmie you won't have to worry about me anymore either, since that's what you want so bad.”

It wasn't but seconds later that Zac and Emmie left. One just after the other.

Melody rose from the floor first. Picking up what was left of Repo’s models. Bo would probably just say that he bumped into them. Just to save the trouble.

She didn't spare her brother anything but a parting glance before her eyes drooped. “You might want to clean that… before it gets infected.”

Bo knew that her claws had left a mark at the very least, but when he looked down he saw what had caused that stinging feeling to linger. There were small cuts on his arm from when Melody had grabbed onto him harshly after his spill about Zac being childish.

He really was a hypocrite when he did the same thing.

Bo picked himself up off the floor and forced himself to at least grab a few things from the bathroom to disinfect his arm. He didn't look in the mirror.

Bo never even properly bandaged his new wounds before passing out. He barely even made it to his bed. Just spraying his arm and then wiping away the disinfectant.

He slept for roughly thirteen hours.

This was supposed to be a quick one-shot for my oc Bo but uhhhh, I spiraled😋

Bo: belongs to me

Zac: @acey-waceyy123

Melody: @skrapa-doodlzz

Emmie: @star4yarry

Also if you guys wanna see more of these ocs check out our character tumblrs! You can find Bo’s along with the others at @bozo-bo

#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #vonrew ocs #tmnt oc #oc #tmnt x oc #angst #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2018 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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The Love Interest We Wanted.

Cherrygate ends your relationship for the second time. But your best mate is there to pick up your heart.

Tim x MC

Shout out to @justtuesdays for being amazing and sharing my passion to rant about this game and this sweetheart of a character that we wanted to love in every playthrough but couldn’t.

You weren’t sure how this came to happen.

Scratch that. You knew exactly how this came to happen. You’d already forgiven him once, after all.

After leaving Love Island with Mason, the two of you decided that it would be best to keep your own places for a while, get used to being together in the real world before trying to push your relationship that far.

A year after the show ended, you were planning to head over to his place one day, having signed on at the hospital for a double shift and your relief showed a couple hours early and offered to let you go home. When Mason wasn’t answering your texts, you admittedly grew a little worried. He’d given you a key as soon as you left the Villa, saying that just because you weren’t going to live together didn’t mean that you should have to wait for him to open a door, so you didn’t think to knock before you walked in.

If you had, it might’ve stung a little less.

Mason was on the couch, a topless Cherry in his lap as they made out passionately. The shock wore off quickly, they still hadn’t noticed you. You slipped your phone out and snapped a photo of the scene, before working the key off your ring and dropping it noisily on the counter.

The small clanging brought their attention to you, and Cherry immediately made a pitiful attempt to move and cover up, whisper yelling at him that he said you broke up, while Mason tried to say it wasn’t what it looked like, but you ignored him. You wordlessly walked through the apartment, gathering the few things you’d left there as he followed you like a puppy. By the time you made it to the door, he finally said something that made you want to slug him.

“Ya know, this wouldn’t’ve happened if ya weren’t so damn busy all the time! Makin’ me look like a mug in front of my mates.”

Your head snapped over to him, and you could hear Cherry gasp at him but you had a retort ready, “Busy? You mean because I work?? I save lives, Mason! All you do is sit around in your underwear for a camera and live off the days that your band used to be good!” He was gobsmacked, staring at you with wide eyes, but you weren’t done. “This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. But it’s the last you do it to me.” You pulled out your phone, pressing buttons before both of their phones dinged.

Love Island GC: Y/N sent an attachment.

You left before he could try to blame it on you again.

That was three months ago, and every day since your best friend had been there for you. Not physically, Tim was busy on a DJ tour, but he messaged you a million times a day. He had done a huge surprise birthday party for you last year, and Mason had had no idea when your birthday even was. Your mind whirled annoyingly with what Mason had been up to half a year ago when Jen and Tim split up, and you stayed with Tim for a whole week to make sure he was okay. He never really explained the break up to you, saying some vague things about how they both wanted different people than who they really were. It made sense to you, Jen tried to change what fundamentally made Tim himself, and the two of them stayed friends.

For the last week, Tim asked you every day if you’d checked your mail yet, and every time you said yes but that there was nothing exciting, he would change the subject. Today you finally learned why.

The envelope was a clash of bright colors that no one other than Tim would think was a good idea, and you felt a fondness squeeze your heart before you shoved it away. Tim was the one person you still felt so strongly for after your time on the show, you best friend. You weren’t going to let the idea that there could be more ruin what there was. You focused instead on the envelope as you leaned on your kitchen counter, carefully cutting it open to save the envelope that was so inherently Tim. What slid out had your brow furrowing, reading the words on it over and over again as you dialed his number and listened to the rings, “Yo! Did you-“

“Yes, Timye! I checked my mail! How could you not tell me??”

“Ayeee!” He cheered, and you couldn’t keep the grin off your face, “I wanted it to be a surprise! Am I gonna see you there?”

“Are you gonna see me? You think I’m missing your first headlining rap show?”

“Yes! That’s my girl! You’re coming to the after party with me, too! No getting out of it. I’m making-“

“Pineapple Shaddies?”

“Yeah! My signature drink!”

“From the bottom of my heart, I can’t wait, Tim.”

“I thought you said no heart jokes after what Levi said on day one?” You could hear the grin in his tone, the teasing. And you snorted at him.

“You are god awful. I’m hanging up now. Love you, Timye.”

“Love you, Y/N!”

The day of the show arrived unnervingly quick. You’d done double shifts at the hospital for weeks to ensure you could enjoy the night to the fullest, and properly nurse the Pineapple Shaddy induced hangover you were sure to get when you woke up at Tim’s flat the next day. Why it took you hours to decide on torn up jean shorts and a crop top, you had no idea. Tim had seen you in literally all forms of dress at this point- even naked thanks to his inability to knock on a closed bathroom door.

Arriving, you showed them your ticket and was immediately ushered into a VIP area where a few familiar faces were waiting, “There she is! I told you guys she’d be here!” Rohan ran over immediately, scooping you up and spinning around before Jake engulfed the both of you in his huge arms. As you separated, Rohan beamed, “I told these losers there was no way you’d miss your boy’s performance.”

“If I missed this, you could just assume I was dead. That’s the only excuse I would accept from myself.” You laughed, “I slept for a good nineteen hours after working my butt off to be free tonight.”

Jake let out a low whistle, saying all he needed to do was set the menu and let his second in command be in charge for the night. Rohan agreed, “Yeah, I just took the night off from studying, but unlike us, someone else came here to work.”

He pointed behind you where Talia was watching the three of you with a nostalgic smile. “It’s good to see the three of you together where Rohan isn’t trying to give handstand lessons.” You cackled as you ran over and gave her a tight hug, she lowered her voice as you pulled away, “How are you doing after…?”

You shook your head, bright smile on your face, “Let’s be honest, I don’t think any of us thought it was going to work long term. And Tim has been keeping me very busy and distracted.”

Talia smirked, “I bet he is.”

Odd, but you moved on as soon as a stage worker appeared to usher you into a roped off portion of the front row. Tim appeared on stage before any of you could say anything else, and you had to admit, strictly to yourself, that he looked damn good up there.

The show was everything you knew Tim could achieve. Not only was the venue packed, but the audience was going crazy. At what should’ve been the last song, Tim grinned at the four of you before turning to the audience, “I have a very special surprise for you all tonight! One that I hope my mates won’t kill me for. In the house tonight, we have Jake ‘Sweetcheeks’ Wilson!” He let the audience go crazy for a moment before settling them down, “And Rohan the Handwalker!”

“I don’t remember signing off on that nickname.” Rohan laughed beside you.

“Clearly you don’t get an option.” You grinned before looking back at Tim.

“Last, but absolutely in no universe least, we have the Heartthrob of the Villa! The one and only, Y/N! Let’s get the rap crew together for one last song guys!”

The attendant appeared again, taking the three of you onstage whether you wanted to go or not. You and Rohan erupted in laughter, and you had to lean heavily on Tim as Jake’s face exploded in a blush. You were handed a microphone, and the reality of what you were about to do landed on you, but you just beamed at your best friend as you raised it to speak, “This is for Timye everybody! The backbone of the Villa, the one that kept everybody laughing through the drama.”

The three of you nodded to him, and the four of you started rapping together, just like old times.

Tim hugged you as the song ended, planting a kiss on your cheek that you lit a fire in all of your nerves.

Shoving the feelings away wasn’t working. Tim was so unapologetically himself, and that was only one of the things you loved about him so much. But you figured the after party was the best place to be to help you. Your solution? Drink Pineapple Shaddies until you couldn’t remember you had these feelings.

That might’ve worked. If you hadn’t stumbled to sit down at the bar top next to Rohan and he asked why you were drinking so much.

“Ya ever have feelings for a mate that you think are feelings just because they’re your mate, but then you don’t want them to just be your mate cause you realize you fancy them but you don’t have a way to say it where they don’t think you’re crazy?”

You watched his blurry face blink- at least you think he was blinking- before he finally spoke, “You fancy someone?”

You groaned, dropping your head on the surface in front of you, “Yes. I do. And I hate it. He’s supposed to be my best mate. Why can’t these stupid feelings go away?”

“Your best mate…Tim?” You nodded instead of answering, your face still pressed to counter. You heard him snort, “Why don’t you just tell him?”

You blearily looked up, “Why would I tell him? He’s not into me like that. I’d rather preserve this friendship, thank you.”

“So you’d rather try to help him find a new bird rather than just offer yourself?”

Your eyes narrowed at Rohan, did he usually say bird? You couldn’t remember now. Shoving the thought away, you nodded. “At this point, it’s either he somehow makes the first move, or he has no idea that fancied him since he jokingly fanned himself and walked into Miles on the first day.”

You were having trouble keeping your eyes open, vaguely registering your conversation partner telling you it was time for bed.

When you woke up, you immediately buried your head under the pillow, before you realized you never went to sleep. Jerking upright, you braced yourself against the pounding headache and wave of nausea, looking around to see Tim’s guest bedroom. Not only that, but you were missing the clothes you’d had on that were replaced by a t-shirt you know you’ve seen before in his closet. You groaned, forcing yourself to your feet and out into the hallway. Music was playing softly, and you followed it down the hall, where you found Tim bustling around the kitchen with Jake on a video call, “Are you sure this is all you need to do? It doesn’t seem like enough.”

“Believe me, this is exactly what she needs when she wakes up. You called me because I’m a professional, you gonna trust me or not, mate?”

Tim waved his hand, “You’re right, you’re right. I’m still not sure who she thought I was last night.” Jake caught a glimpse of you behind Tim, trying to get his attention to get him to shut up. “I mean, I don’t want to hurt you, Jake. You’re like a brother, but her- I mean, she’s the girl that I’ve dreamed of. If you guys hadn’t met her, too, I might’ve thought I imagined someone that perfect.”

You were stuck, eyes blown wide and headache long forgotten, as Tim finally noticed Jake pointing and turned around. It was eerily silent as the two of you stared at each other before Jake cleared his throat, “Right, well, uh, best of luck to you both. I want an invite to the wedding.” And then he hung up before either of you could say a word.

You teetered on your feet for a moment, “I, uh, I was talking to you? I really, really thought it was Rohan.”

“It was me.” Tim was so quiet. So unlike his usual self, it bothered you. Nerves took over and you startled fiddling with the hem of your shirt- his shirt. He gestured at it, “You got sick on the way home. Talia was driving us, so she helped you change clothes when we got back. Don’t want ya thinking I was tryna-“

“I know, Tim.” You snorted, “You aren’t that type of guy.” It was still quiet, but it was more comfortable now that you laughed. “Do we- Should we-“ You sighed, “I don’t know how to talk about what I said.”

Tim laughed softly, just a little exhale of breath as he smiled and shook his head, “How about I just be honest then? Y/N, you were my best mate in the villa. You are my best mate now. But there’s no rule that says my best mate can’t be the love of my life, right? Isn’t that what people say? That their spouse is their best friend?”

You were blown away. Sure, Tim had flirted in the Villa. You both had. But doing it then, and saying this now…

You didn’t a spare another thought. With your hangover, you’re not sure you could’ve. You surged across the space between you, pressing your lips to his like you’d wanted to do all this time. And he pressed back just as fiercely.

It took a while for you to realize air was still important, and you pulled away with your head spinning. Without a word, Tim ushered you into a chair, setting what he deemed ‘Jake’s Monster Hangover Cure’ in front of you, and patiently waited while you worked through it. When you were finished, you took his hand, “If we do this, I need you to promise that we’re friends first. We talk to each other about everything right now. I don’t want to lose that.”

“Absolutely.” He squeezed your fingers.

“And…if you want us to casually see each other first, then we can, you can keep-“

“No!” He cut you off, “We live five hours from each other right now, there’s nothing casual about that. And I was content being your best mate, but if I have the chance to be with you? I don’t need anybody else. I don’t want anybody else. I’ll put all my eggs in your basket, babe.”

Your eyes welled up with tears without your consent, but the smile that took over your face was given full permission. “Okay then, Timye. We’re doing this.”

A year later, you sat in your living room watching the new contestants of Love Island as they were told there was going to be a special guest. Warmth filled you from head to toe, watching the Islanders lose their mind as your boyfriend entered the lounge. “Pause it!” A voice called out from the kitchen, and you quickly pressed the button. A minute later you watched as he came bustling around the corner, setting the snacks you wanted on the coffee table and letting you settle against him once he sat down.

“Good now?”

Tim pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Great now.”

You pressed play, watching the Islanders do the Macarena, gasping at the on screen drama when Rafi announced he’d rather leave than break up a couple, but nothing prepared you for the snippets it showed from the Hideaway.

The couple front running for first place followed Tim to the ‘VIP Lounge’, and you watched as he was asked about Jen.

“We, uh, we broke up. But that’s okay, cause now I’m with the love of my life, and she’s been there the whole time.”

You melted into him as his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Murmuring that this was embarrassing and he had no idea they had put cameras there. You just smiled, wiggling to grab the present you’d had ready for him since the day he actually confessed, knowing now more than ever that you were sure about this.

Masterlist

#love island the game #litg #litg season 1 #litg tim #litg tim x mc

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kyeomyun · 10 months

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— My Unlucky Number is THIRTEEN ; AU

— EPISODE 2. (MINGYU) sticks 'nd stones can't break my bones, but stairs can.

pairings: none.

genre: crack, thriller/horror, this one has more thriller. just a tiny bit 🤏🏽

warnings: vulgar language, implications of death (ghosts), paranoia(?), mingyu... yeah.

word count: 777

synopsis: mingyu was (not) brave. extremely. especially when it came to dashing down the hallway in the dark where anything can be hidden in the shadows.

sn: DOUBLE POST. WHAT?

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everybody knows of the universal running gag. running up the stairs after closing the lights before whatever entity could consume you forever, it's every kid's nightmare and every joke cracked before everybody goes to bed.

mingyu was not god's strongest soldier. everybody knows that too.

even if that was the case, he never had to run up the stairs like something would jump out at the foot of it! because obviously, that was just a story. it's like santa (he used to believe in santa).

but he couldn't admit that he still listens very closely after shutting off the lights, and walking rather speedily compared to when the hallway lights on. (reflexes, he always tried to ration with himself).

one night specifically though, mingyu got hit with the 3AM dehydration that was almost unbearable to sleep with. the taste of sleep was sickening, and his perched throat caught the oxygen before it even made it down.

almost suffocating if you will.

sluggish, he began his journey to the kitchen to fetch himself a nice and refreshing bottle of cold water from the refrigerator. his fingers were rapid, bending in all kinds of different angles, tracing along the wall while trying to locate where the switch was because he was not going to continue his walk forward until the lights were on.

so after his 'much needed' search for the light switch, he was down the hall and finally in his safe haven (most of the time), the kitchen.

only a few more steps and he was right in front of the refrigerator. with anticipation seeing the savory drink, mingyu swung the refrigerator open, goosebumps coating his skin. whether or not it was caused by the fridge or the impending doom he felt, he didn't know.

and in there, the bottles were beholden to him, standing at their full icy glory. they were practically begging mingyu to drink them down until he was satisfied and giving into their metaphorical pleas, mingyu snatched one. then he thought a bit to himself before snatching just one more for safe measures.

after closing the refrigerator, his brain already had the timer on deck, analyzing to formulate a plan.

"okay..." he murmured to himself. "if i take a wide turn, maybe-" a pause. "no, i couldn't, because i have a possibility of stubbing my pinkie toe…"

his mutters filled the silence alongside the humming of the air conditioning unit. with narrowed eyes looking for the quickest way out, mingyu found himself moving along to the light switch, his plan changing with every new angle.

maybe it was because of how early (late?) it was, but he could have sworn that he heard something following him. a second pair of feet, acting as his shadow and matching up with him like they had the right. it was because of this that the ravenette felt the need to leave.

immediately.

the quickest way up was quick steps forward, a sharp turn, and a mad dash up the stairs. not the most unfamiliar path, but still a path nonetheless. and wise guy was ready to run the fuck away from whatever was planning to snap his neck.

and the moment the switch was flipped, he followed his plan. his plan was going well, it was a great plan, it's always been a great plan (this is in fact his thought process as he's running). he can still see the light of day tomorrow morning! he can still text the gc and tell joshua that he didn't die just because he just came on a couple minutes late! he can sti-

mingyu let out a shriek, akin to that of… a bird. he'd only been grabbed after all.

wait what-

at least it wasn't that bad of a fall and the floors of his room were carpeted, but something had grabbed his ankle. the bottles were still closed and he could still drink them when he got back up. though that didn't solve the problem of what the hell had grabbed this poor man's ankle, like- ??? what the fuck?

mingyu was on his stomach, so he rolled over, just to see if it was just a stray piece of small furniture (which wouldn't make sense) or laundry he'd dropped somehow (which would make sense).

nothing was there. but as he'd faced his door now, too, mingyu was able to catch a glimpse of a figure. just the mere sight of it prompted his very soul to leave his body, but it wasn't enough to meet whoever had decided to pull this little trick on him.

i really don't think he'd want to.

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n1cholaswang · 2 years

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HOW JUST B WOULD REACT TO

NIPPLE PIERCINGS

description: basically you got your nips pierced and you're showing them off to your bf

cw: suggestive , violence ??? , stupidity , pervy just b , corruption & mommy kink mention , tit jobs , a lil crack

a/n: only did this cause i got my nipples pierced last week lmao

LIMJI

• wide eyes

• like eyes boutta pop outta his head wide

• "did it hurt?"

• glaring at him cause ... ???

• "duh it hurt"

• always tries to tell you to not wear a shirt

• "let them breathe"

• he really just wants to see them all the goddamn time

• cupping your chest constantly

• "just keeping them safe" he says with a sweet and innocent smile

• innocent my ass

• just wants to feel them without hurting you

GEONU

• surprised™️

• mouth open

• cannot believe his eyes

• "did it hurt" pt 2

• ????

• duh geonu.

• makes sure to remind you to clean them

• careful not to let anything or anyone, including himself, bump into them

• kisses around them

• like to take polaroid or film pics of you without a shirt

• "you look so pretty with those in"

SANGWOO

• wide eyes pt 2

• immediately threw you over his shoulder cause you showed him while the members were in the other room

• confused ™️

• "why?"

• "why not? 🤭"

• thinks you look slutty

• but in a good way

• wants to corrupt tf outta you

• and he does.

• beggin for tit jobs

• squeezin your tits without hurting you legit all the time

• they show through your shirts

• but he don't care

• he can fight

• legit geonu would be like "yeah uhm ???? since when did [name] have their nips pierced ??????"

• "since none of your business, why you lookin 🤨"

DOYUM

• wide eyes pt 3

• snapped a pic with his phone

• you were confused

• "for... reference"

• he wasn't lying tho

• he did end up drawing them LMAO

• used to lay on your chest every night

• but now lays on your stomach with his hands cupping the piercings

• cleans them for you

• if he sees a member staring, especially sangwoo, he goes off

• "quit looking kim sangwoo before i put my foot so far up your ass, you'll be puking out your insides for weeks"

• yeah. psychotic.

• can't wait to put them in his mouth

• "they done healing yet?"

• no bitch wait another year

CHUJI

• wide eyes pt 4

• mouth open pt 2

• cannot believe his eyes pt 2

• "did it hurt?" pt 3

• god why are they so stupid

• ofc it hurt

• takes pictures and sends them to the gc

• "look at my baby's nips 😋"

• bain cannot look at you the same anymore.

• neither can beomgyu

• can't wait to put them in his mouth pt 2

• googles how long he should wait before sucking on them LMAO

• "im tiddy deprived, hurry up and heal" he says directly to the piercings

• developed a mommy kink after a couple months

• don't ask why or how

• it just happened

BAIN

• confused pt 2

• "why?" pt 2

• "my body my choice 😁"

• "fair enough"

• literally could not care less

• at least that's how he acts on the outside

• on the inside, he is freaking tf out

• immediately goes to limji and asks what to do

• gives you jackets to cover them if they're showing through your clothes

• makes you hide behind him

• a goddamn bodyguard

• stares down anybody who looks even for just a millisecond

• almost got arrested for staring down a cop LMAO

• "babe wtf ????"

• "hey! in my defense, he was looking"

• helps with the healing process by cleaning them for you

• and basically forcing you to go shirtless everywhere

• even in public

• but he just wants you to be comfortable and the piercings to heal properly

• so that he can suck on your tits 🙄

#kpop hard thoughts #kpop hard hours #just b #justb hard hours #lee geonu #lim jimin #just b bain #song byeonghee #chu jimin #kim sangwoo #just b smut

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ninjnerd-anaklusmos · 11 months

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16 for for dia and luci? Either ship or platonic, it doesn't matter

You got it! Thanks for being my first ask <3. I hope you like it! (It can be read as platonic or romantic, so whichever you prefer to envision!)

If wanna participate in the drabbles, click here!

The wine was spectacular, expected from such a lavish establishment, but it was that much sweeter without six annoying siblings vying for his attention. Or doing something stupid and making themselves look like fools in his presence.

Audacity

Lucifer sighed as the tension of the past month finally started to bleed free from his posture, allowing him a brief reprieve from the chaos. The atmosphere of the restaurant was wonderful as well, soft lighting and streamlined service.

Although, that could be attributed to the Prince of the Devildom sitting across from him, swirling his own glass of wine in hand, smiling with delight. Lucifer took a sip from his glass, setting it down.

"I cannot begin to thank you for taking me out this evening," he said, a bit embarrassed recalling how Diavolo had managed to get him to leave his work for a few hours. He still didn't have all the details, but Barbatos had apparently claimed the paperwork for the next week had been completed already.

Lucifer knew when he was being played, but the idea of a few hours of relaxation had been far too good to pass up, especially when he didn't have to worry about falling behind.

Clearing his throat, Lucifer continued. "I didn't realize how badly I needed a break."

Diavolo waved his free hand dismissively, setting his glass down as well. "Of course. It certainly isn't healthy to overwork. I thought this would be nice for the both of us."

He smiled as he finished the sentence, and Lucifer returned the expression. It was a lovely way to spend an evening, with nothing to interrupt and ruin the relaxing atmosphere.

Buzz. Buzz.

Lucifer frowned, glancing down to the edge of the table, where he had set his D.D.D when he had sat down. He glanced between it and Diavolo, who looked amused, not annoyed. "I'll just look at it," Lucifer murmured, slowly grabbing the device.

He steadfastly ignored Diavolo's snickering. It was probably nothing anyway, just a quick check-in from Beel, perhaps.

HoL GC

[8:01 pm]

Mammoney: HOLY FUCK

L3V1: lmao

KittyDestroyer (fuck u amso): STOP PINGING THE GC. LUCIFER CAN SEE IT YOU MORONS

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, half-tempted to ask what was going on, but no. He had promised Diavolo that he wouldn't allow himself to be distracted by his siblings being fools. He was a better man than that, going back on a promise.

Clearly, they were all goofing around and nothing of consequence was going on. Although Satan’s message was concerning, Lucifer chose to refocus himself on dinner with Diavolo.

Setting his phone down, he opened his mouth to apologize, only to find Doavolo staring wide-eyed at his own D.D.D.'s screen.

"What?" Lucifer asked, fingers itching to grab the phone and read what it read. "What is it?"

Diavolo sighed loudly, wordlessly handing his device to Lucifer. He looked disappointed. Who had the audacity to disappoint the Prince of Hell?

Time Man

I am so sorry, My Lord, but Mammon is in the hospital. (8:03 PM.)

I would have sent this to Lucifer, but I didn't want to stress him. (8:03 PM.)

Lucifer gaped at the device, slowly looking up at Diavolo, who was torn between laughing and shaking his head in disappointment. "I… how?"

Diavolo shrugged helplessly, waving one of the waitstaff over. "I suppose we should go and yell at him for whatever idiotic accident caused the injury?"

"No wonder Leviathan was laughing at him," Lucifer fumed, angrily sending a quick message of his own to his family's group chat. They owed him another night.

#answered ask #anon asks #thanks for the ask!#obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me dialuci #platonic or romantic #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #my writing #my drabbles

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bebepac · 2 years

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A Piece of Heaven on Earth: Part 5

The Book: TRR (no royals) Series: A Piece of Heaven on Earth Pairing: Liam x Riley Word Count: 3485 Warnings and Ratings: Profanity, punching, character death: Teen Summary: Liam heads to the hospital with reinforcements to get Riley out before life support is terminated. Song Inspiration 1: I Try by Macy Gray Song Inspiration 2: Don’t you Remember by Adele Movie Inspiration: Just Like Heaven

Original Post: 04/16/22 at 11:31PM EST.

A/N: Here I go again, This chapter 5 was over 4800 words and I was still not done, so I decided to cut it into two chapters so it wasn’t so much. So now, there will be six parts + a epilogue This really does seem to write itself for me.

A/N: This is very special to me. So please be kind. I’m writing this as a tribute story to my Riley FC, the late Cheslie Kryst, in a way to deal with my grief which has almost been consuming my life. I started following her in 2019 when I was watching the Miss USA pageant. I rooted for her immediately. Not only was she from my home state, but she was just this bright twinkling light on stage, she was a minority, like me. So when I came to the fandom in January 2020 and started writing stories for TRR I picked her as my Riley FC because she embodied what I wanted my “Riley” character to be. Even in her untimely passing, I am still finding out more about her life and I have written her pretty accurately, even down to having depression. So I will say it again. If you need help please reach out.

"Are you guys sure you want to do this for me?"

"I'm sure Riley."

"No Liam, ask him again. You could get arrested or go to jail for what we are about to try to do. And he is your brother, he doesn't even know me."

Liam turned to Leo.

"Are you sure you want to help me with this?"

"Is she making you ask me again?"

“You can understand why, right? If things go wrong…” Liam started.

"Look Ghost Chick, I get it, and I'm calling you Ghost Chick so you know, that no one is the boss of me. I've made some stupid mistakes in my life that wound me up in jail overnight and arrested before over something meaningless. If I'm going down now, I want it to mean something. To be for something important. Do you understand that? And you really mean something to my brother. I haven't seen him so invested in someone's well being…since…..

It's just been a long time. And I want to help him fight for that. So don't worry, I got my big boy underoos on today. I’m going into this with my eyes wide open!!! GC are you with me?”

“Why does everyone feel like they can make up nicknames for me?” Riley laughed. “But I get it and tell him Thank you.”

"She says thank you Leo. I also told her about Olivia."

"Well! Alrighty then! Guess we should get this party started?"

Liam locked the apartment and they all headed out front to Drake’s van.

"Wow…. No wonder you called his van a serial killer murder van. It really is, complete with a person-sized dent on the side."

Liam laughed.

"What did she say?" Leo asked.

"She's talking about how Drake's van looks like something a serial killer would drive."

"Man…Riley let me tell you, Drake is harmless, the most serial that guy is gonna get is the corn flakes he eats in the morning." Leo did air quotes when he said the word “serial.”

"Okay that's not helping his case, and that is not real cereal. Nobody eats corn flakes willingly for breakfast.

Somebody was definitely murdered in this van, multiple someones! You can’t convince me, that dude isn’t hiding people in the floorboards at his house, and at least one person has not been hit by this van."

Liam told Leo what Riley had said and Leo laughed even harder.

"God I love you Riley. You're a really funny chick."

Riley instructed them where to park; It was the easiest place they would be able to get to.

"First, we'll need to get you guys in scrubs and lab coats so you blend in. I know where to go."

Riley led Liam and Leo to the intern lockers where there were always extra scrubs.

Both quickly got dressed.

"Leo take your sunglasses off."

"Actually no, you look like interns; they will think you're trying to be cool. But just Leo."

"Okay how do we look?"

"Like you fit in."

"It's a beautiful day for saving lives, here at Seattle Grace."

“Did you really just pull out a Grey’s Anatomy reference? Shut up Leo, this is serious."

Liam’s nerves were definitely getting the best of him.

"No, cockiness is working for Leo. Liam you have got to relax. You have to look like you belong here Liam or security will be all over you."

Liam took a few deep breaths.

"I'm okay. What do we need to do next?"

"We need supplies and a travel gurney. Let’s go.”

Riley took them to the supply room and picked up all the supplies Riley specified that they would need to sustain her health while she was in the coma.

"Anything else we need? Liam asked.

"Just me. It's time to go get me."

"We can do this. You're not going to die today Riley."

"I believe you." Riley's eyes teared up.

"Let's go Leo."

They walked down the hall of the hospital. Leo smiled at a couple of the nurses tipping his glasses, looking a few of them over.

"Leo… stop.."

"No, it's working! Let him be him."

As they neared Riley's room, they heard a bark. Liam looked up seeing Taylor walk out of a small waiting room, with Chance in tow. Chance jumped in Riley's direction.

"ZIP IT Chance! SIT!"

Chance immediately obeyed sitting at Taylor's feet.

Taylor glanced down at Chance and back up at him, her eyes widened when she realized it was Liam. Both their eyes landed on the empty gurney Liam was pushing and the hospital scrubs Liam was wearing. Liam put his finger to his lips. Taylor nodded her eyes welling with tears.

Wordless at that moment, Taylor knew Liam was trying to save Riley’s life.

“Save her please.” Taylor whispered.

Someone behind her got her attention. Taylor quickly whirled around, blocking them from leaving the room.

"Dad! Can you just stay with me a few more minutes before we go say goodbye?"

Taylor pulled her father back in the room with her and Chance closing the door.

All sighed in relief continuing on to Riley's hospital room.

"I'll go in first to make sure I'm alone."

Riley peeked in the room first and called for Liam.

"Are you sure about this Leo?"

"Kind of too late to turn back now, don't you think?"

They walked into the room. Riley quickly instructed Liam how to switch her to the portable respirator. Though Liam was incredibly nervous and had no medical training, he followed instructions perfectly.

"You would make a good doctor Liam."

"Thank you, but I am doing this for you Riley."

Leo finally had the chance to take a glimpse at the woman who had his brother on the verge of risking prison for her. He was stunned.

“Wow. Liam, she’s so beautiful.”

“She is, but there is so much more to her than physical beauty. She is everything, that’s why we have to get her out of here.”

“Let’s roll out then!”

Liam and Leo gently transferred Riley over to the travel gurney. Liam gently touched her cheek, which she felt.

The door opened, and a doctor walked in, who looked surprised at the scene.

Riley groaned.

“Of course they would send Dr. Olsen to do this. No one else wanted to, I'm sure. I hate him. Of course he’d be the one to be preparing to pull the plug on me.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Dr. Olsen….” Liam stammered.

Leo jumped into action with every lie he could think of starting with their names. Leo flashed his pearly whites at Dr. Olsen and laid on the professional charm.

“Good morning Dr. Olsen, I’m Doctor Alex Shepherd,

my associate here, Doctor Dre….. Flowerman and we’re here to take the patient for one last scan to make sure there are no changes to Dr. Brooks brain activity, before heroic measures are discontinued for her.”

“I wasn’t aware this was supposed to be done.”

“Well you apparently haven’t been keeping up with her chart. And for legal reasons, as Dr. Brooks was an integral staff member at this very hospital, we want to be certain this is the right course of action for her. Everyone is watching how we handle this, and it needs to be handled with kid gloves, wouldn’t you agree, Dr. Olsen?”

When Liam glanced at Riley, she was flabbergasted at Leo. Liam knew though that Leo had always been great at thinking on his feet in a tight spot. Utter chaos was when Leo shined brightest.

“That makes perfect sense, Dr. Shepherd. I will still need to confirm with Dr. Ramsey though.”

“You can’t let him make that call.” Riley said softly. “He’ll call security when he finds out it’s not legit.”

Liam walked up to Dr. Olsen.

“Dr. Flowerman?”

“We don’t have time for this.”

He punched Dr. Olsen square in the face, and he fell to the floor unconscious.

“Damn Liam, I mean Doctor Dre.”

“I’ve always wanted to do that to him.” Riley said.

“Can we talk about the names you come up with on the fly Leo?”

“There’s no time for that, We got to go now.”

When they got out the door, they followed Riley’s directions.

“Make a left up here, try to keep me as still as you can Liam. Now another right.”

It was clear sailing at first. Liam actually thought for a moment they would get out unscaved.

“What the hell is going on?!?!?!?! Someone call security now, he has my daughter!!!!!”

Liam and Leo picked up the pace, trying to maneuver the gurney at the accelerated speed, but keeping Riley as still as possible.

The first two security guards started chasing them.

Liam followed Riley’s commands, and Leo followed Liam.

“Make a right and then immediately another left!!!!” Riley screamed.

They were seamlessly working their way towards the elevator that would get them to the van.

As they passed by the door another security came running down the hall.

“I got him! When you get out, just keep going Liam.”

The security guard made a grab for Riley.

Leo charged that security guard, tackling him, the two of them falling through the open patient room door. Liam kept running pushing the gurney with Riley in it, Riley kept pace at his side.

“Oh no…..Liam….”

He immediately stopped. The sound of Riley's voice scared him.

"What's wrong?"

“One of them grabbed my breathing tube by accident.”

“Riley, what do I do?”

“There’s nothing you can do. I'm dying. I can feel it happening.”

“Fight it please… Don’t leave me.”

Liam’s attention fell to the heart monitor, as Riley’s heartbeat slowed, the appearance of her spirit was also fading before his eyes.

Riley felt herself slipping away. She could see it finally. That white light everyone talked about at the moment of death. Riley wasn't afraid of it anymore. She was almost entranced by it, and it was the most soothing thing she had ever known, but she felt bad for Liam. Moments flooded her heart of the two of them together and what they could have been.

“I can’t… It's too strong. I’m sorry….”

“I’ll breathe for you!!!!” Liam screamed.

Liam rushed forward, to gently touch her face, trying to breathe life back into Riley’s lungs.

But it was too late. Riley’s heart stopped beating and the monitor flatlined.

Liam was tackled to the floor by security guards.

Riley was touching her lips as her spirit faded away.

"RILEY!!!!!!! SOMEBODY HELP HER!!!! PLEASE HELP HER!!!!"

Leo came running down the hallway with the security guard on his heels still carrying the breathing tube. He stopped in his tracks realizing there was nothing but silence in the hallway and the sound of a flat lined monitor. The security guard dropped the breathing tube in shock when he realized his part in what had just happened.

Leo looked down at his brother still being held by security guards. “Liam…..”

Taylor began to cry, "She's really gone?"

Taylor picked up Chance and put him on the gurney with Riley.

"You didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her either boy. I waited, because I didn't think we'd have to."

Chance gingerly licked Riley's fingers, and tried to nuzzle his nose under her hand so that it cupped his snout. He rested his body in the empty space on the gurney wedged next to her whimpering softly.

“I shouldn’t have waited.” Taylor began to cry harder. No one moved for what felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, Chance sat up in attention, his tail starting to wag, looking at Riley.

"What is it, Chance?"

There was a beep on the monitor. Followed by another, and another.

"That's impossible." Dr. Ramsey said.

“What’s happening?” Jason asked as he neared the gurney to stand by Taylor’s side.

Riley's heartbeat began to strengthen on the monitor. Jaiden gasped as Riley began to cough and opened her eyes.

Riley's family crowded her hugging her and crying but Liam was still being held on the floor by two security guards.

"Let him go. This wouldn't be happening without him." Taylor responded.

"I'm so glad you're okay, Rye. I would be lost without you here. Don't EVER scare me like this ever again."

Liam jumped up to rush to Riley's side.

"Hey Riley."

"Hello."

Riley looked away from him back to Taylor.

"Riley, it's Liam. You know Liam."

Riley looked at him again. Liam reached out his hand to take Riley's but instead, she immediately pulled away from him.

Taylor glanced at Liam, he was beginning to see she didn’t know him.

"Riley it's Liam! You don't remember him?"

Riley looked at Liam for a third time. His eyes were almost begging for some kind of recollection of their time together. Her obnoxious singing, their flirting. The smiles, even the emotional moments in tears.

"Riley…." Liam whispered.

But there was nothing inviting in her eyes for him anymore; he was indeed a stranger to her now.

Whatever had happened in the process of putting her back together, made her forget the last several weeks that she and Liam had spent together. She actually forgot him, and how much they meant to each other.

Riley shook her head no again. "I don't remember you. Are we friends?"

Liam’s heart broke.

He wanted so much more from her than friendship, and he felt that she had wanted more too, before.

Taylor looked at Liam staring at Riley, and it was painstakingly clear to her that he loved her; In the short amount of time the two had spent together Liam had fallen desperately in love with her older sister. His actions proved it. He had acted like a madman trying to save her that day. And he succeeded.

"Liam, I'm so sorry."

"I'm just glad she's alright."

Liam took a step back away from her.

“Are you alright Riley?”

“Just a little confused, and my head hurts a little. I think I bumped it.”

Nico came running up the hall.

"RB1! You're okay!!!!"

Her attention left Liam and she focused on Nico. She smiled at him.

"You know I hate you calling me that."

"You can hate me all you want because you're still here."

"You were here… everyday. I heard you talking to me."

When Nico took Riley's hand, she didn't pull away.

"I was, because I care about you. More than I knew how to express before the accident, and I want to make my intentions clear for you.”

He kissed Riley in front of all of them, and she responded to him.

"Riley no…." Taylor whispered. Taylor regretted looking to see Liam’s response. The look on his face made her heart hurt. Liam was devastated.

“Let’s go Leo.”

"But Liam…the way you…."

"She doesn't remember me! Let's just go."

"She will though. You have to give her the chance. She'll remember. It can't end like this Liam. It can't."

Riley was smiling at Nico while he talked to her.

"Please let's go."

Liam and Leo headed back to the apartment.

"I can stay, if you want me to stay, Li."

"I'd rather be alone right now."

That night, Liam laid wide awake that night in bed waiting, looking at Riley's picture he had taken from the hospital.

It was all he had left of her. His alarm went off exactly at 2:24am. Twenty four hours ago to the second he had promised Riley, he would do everything he could to ensure that she would still be alive at this time today. Liam had kept his promise to her. Riley was still alive.

Liam and Taylor

Liam had started to pack his things up. The Brooks' family was honoring the month to month lease by letting him stay in the apartment until the current months' end. Earlier in the day he had gone by the Bodega and picked up several Tahitian Treats.

He wasn't just humoring Riley when he said he liked the robust drink. Liam really did enjoy the bold fruitiness of the fruit punch flavored soda. Not to mention it reminded him of Riley. He had put two bottles in the freezer chilling as he waited for his pizza delivery. He knew it was silly, but it almost made him feel like Riley was there with him waiting on the delivery too. She did say pizza was one of her favorite foods.

There was a knock to the door, thinking it was the pizza guy, instead it was Taylor and Chance.

"Hi Liam."

"Taylor! Come in!"

Chance walked up to Liam then collapsed rolling at his feet. Liam crouched down to scratch Chance's belly. Chance wagged his tail.

"He likes you Liam. He knows you."

"He's a good boy."

“I think he understands what you did for her, and he’s grateful too. Just like me.”

There was an uncomfortable silence between them.

"You should have stayed Liam. You should come visit her in the hospital."

"She doesn't remember me, Taylor. It's like the price to be paid for her still being here. It hurts, but it's so much better than the alternative. Seeing her not knowing me hurts Taylor."

"That's why you need to be around her, Liam, to give her the chance to remember you. Her soul hasn't forgotten about you. I look at her and I know. She knows something…someone is missing from her life, but she doesn’t know it’s you."

There was another knock on the door.

"Hold on a sec Taylor, that's the pizza guy."

Liam came back with a piping hot pizza.

"Taylor, have you eaten? Would you like some pizza?"

"Um, you are asking a pregnant woman if she wants food? The heartburn is so going to be worth it. Hell yes I could eat!!!"

Before he could even start in that direction, Taylor was already in the kitchen grabbing plates from the cabinet.

"I'm sorry, I just know where everything is. I'm kind of used to just coming in and making myself at home."

"It's alright, I don't mind. Would you grab my drink out of the freezer?"

"Sure."

She opened the freezer and giggled.

"She got you too with them?"

"She did."

"Mind if I have the other one then?"

"Sure you can."

Now he was glad he put two bottles in the freezer.

"It's been a while since I have had one of these. We would have burping contests, me and Riley." Taylor admitted.

"Who won?"

"Riley always, though I think I could give her a run for her money now. This kid has all my bodily functions amped!"

Liam smiled. He had to ask, he couldn't wait any longer.

"So how is Riley?"

"She's up on her feet walking around, talking a lot. Her energy level is really coming back. They are talking about discharging her soon. She is going to stay with me and Max until….."

"Until I move out. I'm looking for a new place now. Going by a few properties tomorrow."

"You should come by to see her, Liam."

"He'll be there, and I can’t see what I saw him do the last time, knowing that should be me.”

"He's not you. If it makes you feel any better, Chance hates Nico. But look at him with you. He loves you."

Liam glanced down at the floor, and Chance was sitting at his feet, looking up at him.

"Don't let him fool you, he's begging for a slice of pizza. Chance loves everyone momentarily when food is involved. Go ahead Liam, I know you want to."

Liam gave Chance a few of the meatballs off of his pizza which he gobbled up quickly.

“Will you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“About the weeks you spent with Riley. That made you willing to risk going to jail in an attempt to save her life?”

Liam nodded and recounted the weeks Riley had been a part of his life, and how he thought they felt about each other. When Liam was done, Taylor was in tears.

“You love her, and it sounds like she loves you. Go see her Liam, you have to.”

“Okay Taylor, I’ll go.”

What he had been willing to do for Riley to save her life, didn’t make him as scared as what he was about to do. Liam had finally gotten the courage to go see Riley. He got a small bouquet of wildflowers for her and her favorite drink. Hana saw him walk down the hall towards Riley’s room and she followed him.

Liam was crestfallen when he saw the empty bed, and all of Riley’s things gone. He felt like it was that night all over again, now almost five months ago, standing out in the rain, ironically still holding a bouquet of flowers for someone he hoped might mean something to him, and he missed his chance again. He had missed HER yet again.

“We discharged her about two hours ago.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry she doesn’t remember you. But you really don’t know how she was with Nico. I think she should explore this with him. They could be more than just friends, and he really cares about her.”

‘He’ wasn’t the only one. Liam handed the flowers to Hana.

“Can you give these to someone that might need them to brighten their day?”

Hana nodded. She noticed he was carrying a bag, and the color red of the bottles in the bag was unmistakable.

“Thanks.” Liam walked away.

He had to have known her pretty well, Hana thought. He had brought Riley her favorite drink. Even though she wanted Riley to give things a go with Nico as she always secretly shipped them together, now she understood there was truly something about Liam that felt different.

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njmverse · 2 years

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strike a chord: profiles #2

the bros // the besties ♪ next + m.list

a lot had changed over the course of the summer, as for whether they were for the better or for the worse? we’ll just have to find out...

starjaem: aka dear august 🍃, na jaemin, son of the sleeping beauty (From The Sleeping Beauty) he's done a lot of thinking over the summer, about his true feelings for his best friend, especially after his birthday party bash. jaemin has started to come to terms with his chronic narcolepsy tendencies and has even found a loophole around it, seeing how he can still clearly hear stuff from around five miles away in his asleep state, he's still practically awake. as long as he doesn't feel things too intensely, he’ll be wide awake—and it seemed to work out for him, that is until he's face to face with the one person he can't hide away his obvious affections from back in campus. still the life of each party, perhaps even more than before and has certainly found his way to working his charms and mingling around. he returns to ever after high with a heartthrob smile and a mission on his mind.

applejun: aka huang renjun, as apple white, he's the son of snow white (From Snow White and The Seven Dwarves) he's still the apple of everyone's eye but probably a lot less tolerable of his friend’s bullshit now. can, will and does question his best friends decision making skills and tries to look out for them. he's close with jaemin, knew him since his childhood and is basically a brother from another mother to him. but that doesn't mean he stops his and hyuck’s bickering, it is something that gives him free entertainment in the gc. just wants his best friend, jaemin, to get his shit together and realise his strong obviously romantic feelings for his so called “just friend”, melody.

goldenhyuck: aka lee donghyuck, as blondielocks, son of Goldielocks (From Goldielocks and The Three Bears) they say love changes people but Hyuck is thriving ever than before. he's still the best source of gossip and news around ever after high as the resident news reporter and he's still the one who never fails to get on jaemin's nerves and get into petty bickering and arguments with him. though, now he has also taken the role to tame and put jaemin in line when the latter gets too far with his newfound charms and flirting skills. doesn't understand why jaemin won't just confess to melody already, it's too obvious anyway but he respects his best friend's decisions (well, for the most part anyways)

charmchenle: aka zhong chenle, as daring charming, son of the Prince Charming. some things never change and neither does chenle’s ever growing love for seeing his best friends act like fools on the tl. he'll still support them, that's for sure but maybe from the sidelines for purposes unknown. he loves his friends and his brothers, but he doesn't understand why they do the stuff they do cause it's tiring and unbearable to see them suffer at times (regardless of his personal amusement) still, he's looking out for them in his own way <3 just wants jaemin to confess because he's had enough of lovesickness already.

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mcdceamy · 2 years

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Do you ever roll your eyes when you hear someone claim something happened ‘so fast’ or ‘my life flashed before my eyes’. It’s not a cliche. It’s the truth. One minute you’re sat behind the wheel of your car, the next you’re remembering every aspect of your life before you black out. I saw my father’s death, my first marriage, meeting Meredith, the post-it and our children. This wasn’t the first time that had happened. When Mr Clark pointed his gun at my heart, the plane crash. It all happened quickly and the recovery was so long. This is how I hoped this would be though. That their would be a recovery to experience and not just an end. I longed to see Meredith, Zola, Bailey. I wanted them all. Amelia, my Mom - even Kathleen, Nancy and Liz. I wanted them all because I was scared. Fear will make you long for the things you once had.

“John Doe broadsided by a semitruck. Blunt force trauma to the head, chest and abdomen. Persistent hypotension after two litres of saline. Pulse is thready at 130.” All Derek could do was talk to himself. His voice wasn’t working and even if it was, he wouldn’t be loud enough. The doctor who had accepted him from the paramedics had been fighting over whether he should have been accepted at all. He remembered him saying they had ‘that lady with her kid, the girl with the guts and then the dude with the head injury’. What kind of place are they running here? His voice echoed inside his head. “I need four units of blood.” Scalp lac. Probably multiple fractures. Try to hold still. “John Doe. Bad MVA. Had to be extricated. Positive loss of consciousness at the scene. He’s poorly responsive. GCS of 10. What’s your name sir, can you hear me?” The voices were blurring into one. Were there two people? He looked at the voice, a red head, her hand on his shoulder. Yes. Yes. I can hear you. Loss of verbal skills. Possible bleeding in the brain. “His pupils are equal and reactive.” Good sign. Still should get a CT. “He’s got a flail chest in the right. I need a 36 French tube, now. Sir, can you tell me your name?” He was trying. Trying so hard. Noises came out of his mouth but no coherent words. “He’s still hypotensive and tachycardic after two fluid boluses.” The snap of gloves. “He could be bleeding in his chest. Hang two units of blood on the infuser. I need a trauma panel and X-Ray and cross him for four. And someone page surgery again. She’s smart I like her. She gave him a warning before she inserted the chest tube, but it didn’t make it any easier. The pain woke him up, a sharp intake of breath, his eyes wide open. His lip trembled as he looked around, he could hear her talking to him. She seemed kind, like she would stick by him. He tried to talk. The words died on his lips, his mouth opening and closing but nothing. A new face. A man. Bearded. He could still hear the woman’s voice. “I’m ordering a head CT. We don’t know the extent of his head injury.” She’s right. You don’t. “Look at the ultrasound. He’s bleeding into his belly. We don’t have time for a CT.” Arrogant. Because she’s younger than you. And probably because she’s a woman. “I just think that -” “We don’t have time for a CT. He needs to go straight to the OR.” You have this. Come on. Don’t back down. “But I don’t think we have a handle on-” “His GCS hasn’t changed since he got here. The CT can wait.” “C-Spine, chest and pelvis films are up.”

A new voice. A sadder voice. A smaller voice. Winnie. You shouldn’t be in here. It threw him back to his family. To Zola and Bailey. They were so young. Like he and Amelia were. Like Meredith was. They can’t loose their father. Her hand against his wrist. “You’re not dead. I know you’re not dead. You know how I know? Cause I can feel your pulse. Which means your heart is beating. Your heart is beating. Which means you’re not dead, okay? Hey. Eyes on me. You stay not dead okay? It’s a beautiful day to save lives, right? So you stay not dead.” Commotion, raised voices. Then she was gone. I’m not dead. I’m not dead.

The collar was gone. He could breath a bit better now. My head. Look at my head. Pain radiated through him, his body curling away from the bed, pain registering on his face. “Sedation please.” He felt a strong hand on his arm, holding him down. “You need to calm down, buddy.” The curtain ripping back. “He’s a surgeon.” “Lets get a...” The machines continued to beep. “He’s a surgeon and he just saved everyone from the car accident that just came through.” He felt a hand on his arm again. “Doctor, we’re going to sedate you now so we can secure your airway. You’re gunna be fine.” No I’m not. You need to wait.

The past few weeks had been hard. Meredith had committed fraud. Again. The tension in the house was impenetrable and Derek couldn’t hide his anger. When the kids were around, he hid it. He played with them, pretended to be a happy couple whilst they got the kids ready for bed but as soon as their bedroom doors closed, the silence was deafening. They hadn’t hashed it out yet. He had so much to say but whenever he wanted to, the children were around. It was giving him headaches, making him feel so sick. His only break was when he was at work. Despite his accident, he was still able to work. Sure, his case load was a little less and that was thanks to Amelia, but other than that. He just took it a day at a time.

He was in a consult when his pager went off. 911, Meredith. He frowned and excused himself, heading down to the lobby. There stood Meredith and Zola. He looked around and headed quickly towards them. “Meredith, you know you shouldn’t be here.” He mumbled, noticing the look on Zola’s face. He lowered himself to his knee and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. “Hey lovebug.” He greeted, forcing a smile onto his face before he looked up at Meredith. “She’s running a fever. What happened?” Was Zola too old to be carried? Probably but that wouldn’t stop him. He lifted his daughter into his arms, resting her on one, his face softening as she rested her head against his. She hadn’t said a word. “What’s going on, Meredith?”

closed / plotted starter ━━ @mctwcsty

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vrishchikawrites · 3 years

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Are you still taking prompts?

Cause if so, I'd love to see a time travel fic where post-canon WWX and LWJ get yeeted back into their younger bodies, and land just before the GC transfer. And Post-Canon WWX - who's had some years of being a part of a loving, supportive family, in a non-toxic, non-abusive environment; and therefore no longer has any misconceptions about how much the Jiangs were not his family - takes one look at JC lying there on the table in the cave after WQ knocked him out (and is now in the middle of prepping for surgery); and just goes, "LOL, yeah; nope.😆 Been there, done that; 10/10, would not recommend.😝 Hey, WQ - change of plans!😎"

(Except, you know, not written like crack. 😉)

Not necessary to include, but a fun idea:

JC gets dragged along to the past as well because he has WWX's GC; so whatever sent them back mistook him for part of WWX and brought him along.

So when he wakes up from the anaesthesia, he freaks out about not having a GC anymore. And WWX has this whole story ready to tell young JC about how, "Oops, sorry; you can't have a new GC after all" - but this is Post-Canon JC; so he knows about the transfer, and knows that this means that WWX decided not to do it again.

Which means he ends up screaming at WWX about, "How dare you not give me your GC!"

So WWX feels exactly zero sympathy.

(Before that happened he was maybe feeling a little bit bad for young JC; because that JC hadn't done anything too bad yet - but he already knew how it would turn out if he went through with it. And he was not giving up his chance to cultivate to immortality with his hubby; just so that JC could Feel Like A Real Man, and go on to murder his way through life again.)

What would be really, really great about this, is if WWX had brought JC to Qinghe or Gusu; or somewhere the other cultivation sects involved in the SSC had gathered, before JC woke up. Planning to leave him there where he would be safe. So when JC wakes up and starts screaming, everybody hears him.

And they're all like, "...WUT."🤤

"You expected him to do what?!?"😲😨😱

So instead of all the sympathy and compassion, etc, that he would have gotten over what happened at LP (that he probably did get the first time), or for losing his GC; basically the entire allied cultivation world as a whole is collectively side-eyeing him.

IDK; I just think it would be really funny.

But mainly, I just want to see WWX a few years post-canon; having the chance to do it all again, and choosing not to go through with the GC transfer. LWJ going with him is because the thought of post-canon LWJ losing his WWX makes me sad; and I want them to stay together. 😋

Post-Canon JC going back and getting stuck with the coreless body he deserved is just for my own catharsis.

(The rest of that idea is simply for the lulz.) 😉

(I decided not to include JC traveling back in time. Hope this works and satisfies you!)

“No, I don’t.” Wei Wuxian sees Wen Qing blink and stare at him while Wen Ning stills in the process of making Jiang Cheng comfortable.

“What?” Wen Qing asks but rethinks it immediately, “No, no need to answer that.” She starts packing away her instruments immediately like she’s glad that Wei Wuxian has changed his mind. He looks at her and feels aching fondness rise in his chest. She must be frustrated that he made her go through all of that trouble and yet she still chooses to move before he can change his mind again.

“What… are we going to tell Jiang-gongzi?” Wen Ning asks tentatively but Wei Wuxian notes the faint look of relief in the boy’s eyes.

“We’ll tell him the treatment wasn't possible,” He says, glancing at his… former shidi. It isn’t an easy decision to make, because he knows Jiang Cheng would suffer for it. A part of him feels like he’s being unnecessarily cruel by denying Jiang Cheng his core.

But he has already paid his debt and it cost countless people their lives. Jiang Cheng’s actions didn’t just lead to the death of the Wens. Lan Zhan had told him about the numerous ‘demonic cultivators’ Jiang Cheng had pursued relentlessly. Even his love wasn’t certain how many people died or were tormented to insanity because of Jiang Cheng’s persistence.

While Wei Wuxian doesn’t intend to let the situation get so out of hand, it is apparent that Jiang Cheng can’t be trusted with power.

He is worried about how Jiang Cheng would react. Wei Wuxian had promised him a core, after all. But whatever happens, a powerless Jiang Cheng is safer for everyone.

“We’ll tell him that rebuilding the core is impossible because Wen Zhuliu destroyed his meridians as well.”

“He has,” Wen Qing points out, “I was about to repair them.”

Wei Wuxian frowns, “And can you repair them still? Without transferring the core?” That would certainly help Jiang Cheng heal faster and accept some spiritual energy transfusions. Wen Qing looks at Jiang Cheng with a frown and nods.

“Wei-gongzi… what changed your mind?” Wen Ning asks as Wen Qing goes to work immediately. Wei Wuxian knows that if he has to help the Wens, he needs to tell them the truth. While Wen Ning would trust him and accept his explanation without too many questions, Wen Qing wouldn’t be so easy.

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, getting his thoughts in order. When he opens them again, both of the Wens are looking at him with frowns.

He grins wryly and spreads his hands, "I have a tale for you, my dear friends."

Jin Guangyao needed to have his last 'hurrah'. He just couldn't leave them be, even as he died. Whatever he did, whatever tool he used, it sent a shockwave of Resentful Energy that would've killed them all.

As always, Wei Wuxian stepped forward to protect people. As always, Lan Wangji stepped forward to protect him.

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and changed his plan at the last moment. At first, he wanted to absorb the energy and channel it somewhere else. But with so many people just lingering instead of running, he needed a different solution.

His mind flashed, he saw Jiang Cheng, and decided.

A forbidden array formed.

"I needed something that would use up all of the Resentful Energy and protect everyone, including Lan Zhan."

"So, at the last moment and on the verge of dying, you chose something as improbable as time travel." Wen Qing deadpans. Wen Ning is looking at him with wide eyes. Strangely enough, both look like they believe him. Well, he did mention a few things, personal incidents, that he had no way of knowing if the Wens hadn't told him.

Still.

"I'm not the one for regrets," He says softly as he looks at Jiang Cheng, "But I thought that array was the safest solution. It doesn't harm the current timeline so everyone is safe. Lan Zhan, I know, wouldn't mind following my lead in this." He did regret taking Zewu-jun's brother away from him after such a traumatic event but there really was no other option. Not with Jin Ling so close and so many innocent people in the vicinity.

Wei Wuxian is quite certain that the blast would've destroyed everything around them, including the innocent people around the Guanyin Temple complex.

The siblings exchange glances before Wen Qing returns to Jiang Cheng's side, preparing to work on his meridians, "You're going to change things." She observes, "Save people?"

"Save you and Wen Ning. Save Jiang Yanli. Save innocents, yes."

Wen Qing freezes.

---

Lan Wangji doesn't know what Wei Ying did but he trusts his beloved. When he finds himself in the past, just before the Sunshot Campaign begins and shortly after the fall of the Lotus Pier, he doesn't hesitate.

He knows that his brother is safe and his uncle is managing things at Cloud Recesses. But he also knows that somewhere out there, his beloved is preparing himself for a risky, painful procedure.

Wangji can't let that happen. He thinks back on everything Wen Ning shared with him about the incident, particularly the location of where it occurred. He's probably too late to stop the transfer but perhaps not late enough to stop the Wens from finding Wei Ying.

It takes him days to reach Yiling without the aid of Bichen but he manages and immediately heads towards the approximate location Wen Ning had mentioned.

"Wei Ying," He breathes softly when he spots his beloved shopping for some supplies. He hadn't anticipated finding him so soon but is grateful nonetheless.

Wei Ying is dressed like a peasant and blends in well with the people around him but Wangji can recognize him anywhere.

Dressed discreetly and without his forehead ribbon, Wangji too is inconspicuous. He moves swiftly towards Wei Ying and catches his elbow, eyeing the people in red and white uniform at the far end of the street warily.

"Come." He whispers.

Wei Ying doesn't say a word, just paying the vendor and following Wangji into a more discreet location.

Wangji looks at his beloved's face, drinking in his bright silver eyes and sharp features with acute relief.

"Wei Ying, you… you look well." Strangely so, for someone who has just given up his Golden Core.

Hope stirs in his chest and Wangji reaches for Wei Ying's wrist.

His love's lips quirk in amusement, but Wangji ignores him, focusing on sending his spiritual energy through Wei Ying's meridians.

A strong core pulses in response.

"Wei Ying," Something bright and triumphant burns in his chest and he resists the urge to pull his beloved into a crushing embrace.

He would've supported Wei Ying's decision to give up his core and cultivate with resentful energy again. He knew it wasn't evil or harmful now.

But Wei Ying chose himself. His beloved had finally chosen to save himself.

"Aiya, Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying laughs, "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll do something quite shameless and embarra-"

Wangji kisses him.

He cups that precious face, pulls him close, and slides his lips over soft flesh in a tender expression of love he can't contain.

Wei Ying chose himself.

---

Jiang Cheng returns from his trip to the mountain with a thunderous expression on his face.

He disregards Lan Zhan and grabs Wei Wuxian's arm in a tough grip, dragging him away from the crowded tea house. Lan Zhan follows without a word, his expression frosty and eyes on Jiang Cheng.

"Your Grandmaster," He spits, "Is just as useless and worthless as you. All she could do is repair my meridians! My body was too damaged for anything else, she said!"

Wei Wuxian knows Wen Qing wrote the note they left by Jiang Cheng's side but he hadn't known what she had written.

It must've been reasonably convincing for Jiang Cheng to be convinced.

"That's-" He searches his mind to find words that would be appropriately sympathetic. Saying 'that's too bad' would be just rubbing salt on an open wound.

He may dislike Jiang Cheng, but some of the childhood affection still lingers. He doesn't wish to hurt his former shidi.

"I didn't know," He says finally, his heart throbbing in sympathy at Jiang Cheng's devastated expression. He briefly reconsiders his decision but Lan Zhan shifts discreetly by his side and Wei Wuxian remembers why he made that decision in the first place.

Jiang Cheng had been unworthy of the gift he had been given.

His shidi snarls and turns to Lan Zhan, "What are you doing here, Lan er-gonzi," He snarls, "Coming to triumph in our misery?"

Lan Zhan looks at him flatly, "I came to assist Wei Ying."

"Came to assist Wei Ying," Jiang Cheng mocks, his expression tight and furious, "Well, you're welcome to take him away! There's nothing left for him to destroy. Everything is gone. He invited the wrath of the Wens on our heads to protect you and that led to the destruction of my sect. He couldn't even repay that debt. His Grandmaster failed."

Jiang Cheng turns hate-filled eyes towards him, "You are a curse. My father should have left you to rot on the streets!"

"Jiang Wanyin!" Lan Zhan warns but Wei Wuxian places a hand on the Second Jade's arm to halt him.

"I'm taking you to Meishan to be with shijie." Wei Wuxian says calmly, "And then I'll go join the war efforts."

Jiang Cheng sneers before turning his head away, silent.

Wei Wuxian does as he says. He leaves Jiang Cheng in Jiang Yanli's care and heads to Qinghe with Lan Zhan. The war goes differently than before. He manages to kill Wen Zhuliu and Wen Chao early, which gives them a big morale boost. But that's the only thing that goes their way for a long time.

"I'm going to use it," He tells Lan Zhan once, when the scales tip dangerously in the Wen's favor.

Lan Zhan studies him before nodding gracefully, "I will help."

There's no way to avoid using his cultivation method, not if he wants to keep people safe. He's more careful and restrained this time and he doesn't create the Yīn Hǔ Fú. But Mo Dao is Mo Dao. It attracts disapproval from people regardless.

Wei Wuxian doesn't care and Lan Zhan stays by his side without paying any heed to the grumblings of his clan. He goes to sleep every night with Lan Zhan's guqin notes in his ear and meditates every morning with the Cleansing purging the Resentful Energy from his body.

With a powerful and active Golden Core, Wei Wuxian can't use Mo Dao liberally without risking Qi Deviation. But he uses enough to help them win the war.

Wei Wuxian successfully retakes Lotus Pier and Yunmeng from the Wens. Jiang Cheng's hatred doesn't diminish and even Jiang Yanli grows distant after a while. Jiang Cheng's suffering and downfall hardens something in his soft shijie.

Wei Wuxian accepts that consequence quietly.

He hands Lotus Pier back to Jiang Cheng and stays on the front lines, leaving most of the freshly recruited disciples behind to protect his former martial siblings. When the war ends, argues to keep the Wen cultivators in better conditions. He makes sure everyone knows how much the Jiangs owe the Wen siblings, and saves the children and elderly.

With Jiang Cheng out of the Cultivation World and Wei Wuxian's reputation as a war hero, saving the Wen remnants is easier than it had been before.

---

Everyone is baffled when Jiang Wanyin names a new head disciple and Wei Wuxian never returns to Yunmeng. People gossip, sect leaders question, and new Jiang disciple flounder.

Neither Jiang Wanyin nor Wei Wuxian confirms it but it is clear to everyone that the Jiang Sect has, foolishly, kicked out its most powerful disciple. YunmengJiang remains wealthy but the Sect's influence diminishes significantly once Wei Wuxian leaves.

Other Sects, big and small, scramble to find Wei Wuxian, ready to offer him a place and get a powerful cultivator in their ranks. Letters pour in promising wealth and prestige.

Wei Wuxian ignores them all and settles in Cloud Recesses. He's content to teach a group of eye-wide Lan ducklings now to deal with resentful energy and limit the risk of Qi Deviation. He takes them on Nighthunts, teaches them real-life lessons, encourages creativity, and becomes a well-loved senior.

New YunmengJiang disciples aren't near as strong as their predecessors without someone to teach them properly.

People gossip and speculate as the years pass. They hint that he is wrong to leave his former sect behind but he doesn't care.

Wei Wuxian has Lan Zhan and Lan Sizhui. Wen Qing and Wen Ning live happily in a small farming village not far from Gusu. They intervene before Jin Guangyao kills Nie Mingjue. They save Lan Xichen from heartache. Jin Ling is born and has both of his parents.

That's all he needs to be happy.

YunmengJiang is no longer his responsibility.

#short prompts #time travel au #wei wuxian #lan wangji #no golden core transfer #anti jiang cheng

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realcube · 3 years

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video games + blowjob 🎮

characters: bakugo, kirishima, sero & kaminari

tw// oral (giving), swearing, fem!reader, nsfw - minors dni

all aged up!

katsuki bakugo

♡ bakugo only finds the time to play video games once every millennia

♡ most of the time, he’s working, training or spending time with you

♡ also he only plays when the bakusquad arrange a time + date on the gc bc - he’ll never admit it - but he misses talking to them and playing like he used to, so the occasional Battlefield call they have really triggers a sense of nostalgia for all of them

♡ but the calls usually last a good while though lol - minimum 5 hours

♡ usually you let him be and don’t bother him during his calls bc you know how rarely he gets to call his pals but one day, he had been teasing you so much leading up to his call - leaving you extra needy - and you couldn’t really help yourself

♡ so you snuck into the study room while he was playing, starting off by giving him a light massage which he enjoyed but the problem arose when you slowly got to your knees and began pawing at his sweatpants

♡ that’s when he noticed that you dressed up in your best lace for him too, which made him hard lol

♡ at first he looked pissed off and tried to ignore you but he kept losing focus on the game, his mind brimming with all the things he wanted to do with you

♡ eventually, he gave in and briefly muted his mic to hiss in your ear, ‘fine. but if you make a single fuckin’ sound or try to tease me, i’ll fuck you for all of them to hear, kay?’

♡ you simply hum in agreement before pulling both his boxer and sweatpants down without hesitation, then getting to work

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bakugo growled deeply, at both your expert mouth movements around his hard member and at the shitty orders kirishima gave. “ ‘over here’ ? where the fuck is that?” it took an embarrassing amount of effort to suppress his moans while said that.

but he wasn’t all to blame. as you made it a point to deep-throat him as soon as you thought he was going to open his mouth to say something.

“what happened to you, bakugo? you’re so quiet! is everything okay?” mina offhandedly pointed out while heading to the ‘over here’ that kirishima described. although you couldn’t hear what mina said since bakugo was wearing a headset, his reaction was enough to amuse you.

bakugo snarled, immediately barking profanities at her, “shut it, pinkie! nothing’s fucking wrong! now get back to shoot-” he realised he was on the verge of climaxing so he desperately went to mute is mic before letting a moan escape his lips as he slumped back into his chair in pure bliss, his eyes rolling back into his head slightly as faint pops could be heard from his sweaty palms.

something about the pleasure you worked so hard to bring him an shot an indescribable sense of euphoria through his body, hence he reached down to ruffle your hair without averting his eyes from the screen. “good girl. now scram.”

eijiro kirishima

♡ again, he doesn’t really have time for video games; his main priorities are work, training & you

♡ but sometimes video games can fall into the ‘you’ category bc occasionally he asks you to play super mario cart, animal crossing, wii sports etc with him

♡ the only time he plays video games without you is when he plays with the bakusquad on the arranged date they planned

♡ but before the call starts, you can tell he is really tense by the way he is biting his nails so you inquire about it and he kinda just gestures to your new - rather revealing - pyjama set then at his throbbing erection

♡ and ofc being the supportive gf you are, you offered to give him a blowie

♡he loved the idea but at first, he was kinda worried that he might get caught since he is usually very vocal during sex so obviously it’d be hard to just...stop

♡ however you reassured him that he’s manliest guy you’ve ever met so he’d definitely be able to resist a few moans

♡ so he came around quite quickly lol

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“come over here quickly!” kirishima commanded proudly into the mic, a wide grin spread across his face at not only how good you were making him feel, but also at how well he was repressing his moans and the praise he so desperately wanted to give you for sucking so skilfully.

he had to say though, the amount of energy it was talking him to do all of the above was enough to leave him exhausted to the point that the game was just a blur of background noise. and the bakusquad could tell something was wrong as usually kirishima has the best aim out of them all but he has yet to make a single headshot.

although his eyes were glued to the screen, his mind was fixated on only you and how good you made him feel. as he approached his orgasm, he simply let his eyelids flutter shut as he focussed on the little movements you made; your tongue rubbing the underside of his cock, your occasional desperate attempts to deepthroat him, the way your lips wrapped perfectly around his girth, how you resorted to using your hands to take care of the parts of his length that your mouth couldn’t fit.

“good job.” he hummed his praise for you as he felt you helplessly try to take him into your throat once more before he was ready to cum but the moments leading up to his high were interrupted by a “thanks, man!” from denki which made kirishima’s eyes widen before he hastily muted his mic, allowing himself to orgasm in your mouth from there and let out all the loud moans he had been hiding.

“thanks, baby.” he said, slowly feeling the post-cum ecstasy fade as he leaned over to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, proceeding to slap his hand over your mouth as he noticed you were about to head in the direction of the bin. “swallow it.”

hanta sero

♡ since sero became a pro-hero he definitely plays way less video games than he did before but he didn’t quit

♡ but whenever he does play, you’re either on his lap or giving him a blowie

♡ so needless to say, this wouldn’t be your first time sucking him off while he played

♡ anyway, y’all were getting ✨spicy ✨ one day until he realised that he had a call + battlefield scheduled with the bakusquad

♡ deadass he was kissin’ down your neck while rubbing circles on your clothed clit until he just faltered like ‘oh shit i’ve got a call with ‘em today, don’t i?’

♡ DFRGTHYJU you were livid >:((

♡ bc he had got you all riled up and now he was just gonna leave 😩

♡ you asked him if he could skip the call just this once to finish what he started but he was like ‘bros before hoes’ while putting on his headset

♡ but being the generous king he is, he unzipped to allow you to give him a blowie while he played

♡ at first you were all pouty bc he should be the one giving you oral but once you realised that it was his offer or nothing, you begrudgingly got to your knees and began

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“eijiro, cover-- eijiro! kirishima!” he yelled into his mic, clearly getting riled up from the high action of the game and the matching high action of your mouth. “hellooo? you there, man? oi, i think kiri ‘s afk.” sero reasoned, looking at the frozen figure of his teammate.

he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat so he couldn’t help but look down at you, shooting you a cocky smirk instead of the moan you were expecting. he knew what you were trying to do but he wanted to make it clear that it wasn’t going to work on him.

sero had lots of practise at choking back moans and hiding orgasms so it was going to take much more than deepthroating to catch him off-guard.

he momentarily muted his mic so he could instruct you to go deeper while simultaneously grabbing fistful of your hair to force you to deepthroat him once more, bringing him much closer to his orgasm.

eventually, he suddenly reached his climax but you didn’t allow him to mute himself; you wanted to see him struggle. but unfortunately for you, it was hardly an issue as by now, he was used to cumming silently. but you forgive him as the faces he mada are enough to make you wet as hell.

“alright, mr tough guy.” you purred in his ear, muting his mic for your sake, “let me ride you. let’s see how quiet you can be then, hm?”

challenge accepted.

denki kaminari

♡ probably still plays video games a lot - even when he gets a job as a pro-hero

♡ but mans still got his priorities straight so if you ever approach him while he’s playing, saying that you’re feeling a bit horny, he’ll quit real quick lmao

♡ and a video games session with the bakusquad is no exception

♡ you’re feeling horny just thinking about the way he ate you out last night so you told him you want to return the favour as you watch him put on his headset

♡ you knew this was a special time with his friends though so you would’ve been too hurt if he said no but ofc he gladly accepted your offer

♡ but he still wanted to play though so he was a bit conflicted for a moment or two until an idea struck him

♡ ‘just blow me while i play, babe!’

♡ to say you were confused and a little concerned would be accurate, so you inquired further to make sure that he was 100% comfortable with it and he’d deal with the repercussions of a slipped moan

♡ he seemed confident that it wouldn’t happen though - a little too confident. but this stemmed from the fact sero had told him that he lets his girl suck him off while he plays video games and nobody ever notices. but kaminari didn’t realise that sero’s impressive ability came from years of practise.

♡ you obliged though, happily setting yourself on your knees in front of him and taking his length into your mouth

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“thanks, man!” kaminari exclaimed cheerily, a bright smile spread across his face; partially due to his teammate’s praise but mostly how he’s made it so long into the call without a single moan despite the fact you were making him feel so good down there.

however, as you looked up at him and observed his cocky smirk, something snapped inside you - as it reminded you of the grin he wore last night that you got to see when he’d occasionally pull away from your soaking cunt for air. hence, you recalled how much of a tease he was yesterday and how it pissed you off to no end.

so now that he was sitting submissive to your touch in front of you, why not take your revenge?

your neck slowly retreated backwards to the point where the only thing connecting you to kaminari’s cock was a string of saliva, to which he instinctively whined, “hey! w-why’d ya stop?” completely disregarding the fact he forgot to turn his mic of so mina replied, “who stopped what?” out of confusion.

kaminari’s eyes widened and his face flushed in a way that brought you great amounts of satisfaction, so for being good entertainment, you rewarded him by unhurriedly enveloping his cock with your mouth once more.

“oh, nothing!” kaminari choked back a moan, realising that his high was fast approaching so he acted accordingly, going to mute his mic, “one second gu-- ah~” the front is cock was finally - and suddenly - welcomed into the walls of your throat, followed by rapid thrusts which was enough to result in an irrepressible groan escaping his lips.

luckily, his finger found the mute button before the bakusquad was forced to listen to the rest of kaminari’s orgasm. “fuck, baby~” he groaned, tossing his head back in pleasure as his hips jerked back and forth and before he knew it, he was at his climax. out of habit, he yanked his dick away to cum all over your face and chest, barley able to see the masterpiece he created through his heavy lids.

once he finished, he looked down at you with a proud smile, drool staining the corner of his lip, “always so pretty for me~”

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