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bookrat · 1 year
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svltzmans · 7 months
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jealousy, jealousy - h.m.
a/n: this was a request but i switched it up a little to be even more gay i hope anon doesn't mind 😙 enjoy pals
warnings: smut (18+), possessive language, dominant! hope, dirty talk (this is kinda short but so filthy i apologize), hope and reader aren't in an established relationship (but they are in a casual one ofc)
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y/n throws a punch, focusing on the bag in front of her being held by none other than penelope park.
"c'mon, y/n, harder," penelope chants, smirking at the implications of those words.
y/n and penelope had been friendly for some time, even though it had always been clear penelope had more explicit intentions.
it wasn't until the two had started boxing together that their interactions started getting a lot more intimate. penelope's "encouragement" was only a small part of it.
y/n would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the attention. penelope was hot, and she was single. it worked for her.
when her and penelope switch so the dark haired girl can take a few swings, she notices someone standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye.
it's hope mikaelson, and she looks almost irate.
pausing her workout, penelope returns the energy hope radiates.
"what, you need the bag, mikaelson?" she sneers, continuing to jab with her gloved hands.
"don't need the bag when you're standing right there."
"wow, i'm wounded. what did i ever do to you?" penelope's sarcasm gets under hope's skin, as much as she tries to ignore it.
y/n just watches as the two witches argue, debating whether to intervene or not.
penelope had somehow found out that hope and y/n had been hooking up, and ever since she had been making it her mission to make hope seethe with jealousy.
it seemed that she had accomplished her mission, walking out of the room seemingly unbothered, leaving hope angrily standing in the middle of the gym.
"what was that all about?" y/n tries to break the ice, dissolving the awkward silence that had fallen between them.
"sometimes i feel like she's trying to piss me off."
"why's that?"
"because she doesn't like that you're mine, y/n."
"hope, i can train with whoever i wan-"
hope interrupts y/n's sentence by pushing her against the wall of the gym, kissing her roughly and grabbing any part of y/n she can reach.
when hope pulls away, she's already lifted y/n off her feet and started carrying her in the direction of her room.
"lay down, y/n," hope commands, and y/n is quick to oblige. despite the unofficial status of her and hope's relationship, she likes the feeling of belonging to someone. especially when that someone is as intoxicating as hope mikaelson.
hope practically rips y/n's training shorts off, leaving her in her boxers and sports bra.
"such a beautiful girl. and all mine, yeah?" hope teases, running a finger down y/n's bare stomach.
"you'll have to prove that last part," she responds, wanting to push hope to her limit.
"you're just asking for it now," hope whispers, moving her finger from y/n's stomach to the hem of her boxers.
hope is quick to dip her hand underneath, ever so lightly touching y/n.
"more," y/n manages to mewl, pushing her hips upwards in hopes of more contact.
hope withdraws her hand completely.
"if you want me to fuck you, you have to listen. by the time i'm done with you you'll know exactly who you belong to, and it's sure as hell not penelope park. do i make myself clear?" hope snaps, practically growling as she speaks.
y/n simply nods, preparing herself for the desperation she's about to feel.
"good," hope simply replies before continuing, gradually picking up speed and adding pressure.
y/n's a mess, grabbing hold of the sheets and trying to keep herself quiet.
it's then that hope plunges her ring and middle finger into y/n, and all hopes of quiet are quickly abandoned.
"god, fuck," is all she can manage, hope rapidly bringing her to the brink of orgasm.
"h-hope, gonna cum," y/n manages, losing her breath as she speaks.
hope slows down, making eye contact with the writhing girl below her.
"who do you belong to, y/n?"
"what?"
"you heard me. who do you belong to?"
"i-"
"who gets to touch you like this? make you feel good like this?"
"you, hope. always you. please just-"
hope picks up the pace again, and it's not long before y/n falls over the edge, holding back a scream.
coming down from her high, she looks at hope with lovestruck eyes.
"am i really yours? like, your girlfriend?"
hope laughs, running her fingers through y/n's hair.
"i thought i would have to yell at you for you to pick up on how much i like you."
"just wait until penelope hears about this," y/n giggles, earning an affectionate push on the arm from her newly official girlfriend.
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thebellearchives · 8 months
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hi💗 can you do solomon x mc 17/18 prompt in the same fic? maybe about solomon having a nightmare and seeking comfort from mc🫵🏻
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𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌
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~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]
✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : solomon doesn’t have many fears, so what are his nightmares made of?
‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, stablished relationship, fluff and comfort
‧₊˚ a / n : omg writing that nightmare was so much fun!! thank you for the request anon hope you like it 🫶🏻
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It was dark, and Solomon wasn’t quite sure where he was. He remembered holding onto your hand, both of you using magic to go back home, back to your original timeline, and then suddenly the warmth of your touch had disappeared along with the light. A deep and scornful laugh echoed from everywhere, prompting him to quickly stand back on his feet. Remain calm, was what every single one of his senses shouted at him, keep your cool. And yet the panic in his beating heart drummed inside his head like a hammer.
“You look distressed, Solomon. It’s a very nice surprise, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this state. So… vulnerable.”
“Where’s MC?” the sorcerer frowned.
“Oh? You don’t want to know where you are?”
Solomon’s quick thinking started generating a bunch of possibilities and outcomes. Best case scenario: you had returned safely to your timeline and he had been withheld somewhere along the way. He had possibly been knocked out, and was now in deep sleep communicating with the demon behind this stupid trick. The current location of his physical body wasn’t really of concern to him, making his way back home to you had always felt natural. But the idea of you not being safe was terrifying, if something had happened to you…
“I know where I am. Where is MC?”
“Right, you were holding hands weren’t you? Well, you know the consequences of letting go of someone during time travel, Solomon the Wise.”
It’s a trick, he’s lying. He wants to torture you, you can’t trust him. Deal with this first and then you can go back to MC.
“What do you want, Nightbringer?” he started walking out into the infinite darkness, his shoes producing wet sounds as if he was walking on water.
“I had a task for MC, how dare you taking them away like that? This is none of your business sorcerer.”
“You’ve never been more wrong. This is my business, you’re forgetting MC is my apprentice” the veins in his arms became more visible as he closed his hands into fists, his footsteps picking up a faster pace “You’re stupidly full of yourself if you think i’m gonna let you meddle with them like that.”
Nightbringer’s laughter shook the floor in which the white haired magician was standing, making him stop all of a sudden.
“And you’re stupidly full of yourself if you think you can come up against me.”
“I can” he gritted his teeth “you’re forgetting who you’re talking to. I’m the strongest sorcerer known to the realms, I command an army of demons, I’ve gone to war with an entire realm by myself.”
“And how did that turn out for you, huh?” Solomon bit his tongue, his sliver irises searching across the endless darkness “now now, there’s no need to lose your cool like that. Although it is amusing, I’ll admit i’m not interested in you right now. All I want from you is to leave MC in my very capable hands, so go away, I have no use for you.”
“That’s not happening and you know that.”
“What a shame” the demon sighed “have fun trapped in here, I have matters to attend with your apprentice. Goodbye”
“Nightbringer!”
Solomon opened his eyes abruptly, he almost felt like he didn’t have any air in his lungs. There was faint moonlight streaming into the room from the window, but his eyes struggled to adjust. His heart was still quickly kicking in his chest and his hands immediately started searching across the bed until his trembling fingers found you right next to him.
“Sol?” your lovely honey voice called out in concern, slightly raspy and sleepy “what’s wrong?”
The sorcerer sighed loudly in relief, he ran his fingers through his hair in the middle of heavy breathing.
“I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Are you okay?” you moved closer, your fingers pressed against his chest and then moving up to his neck “you’re sweating! calm down, take a deep breath, did you have a nightmare?”
“Yeah” he did as you said and took another deep breath, you moved up closer and hugged him “I’m okay, don’t worry love”
But his arms slithered around your body and hugged you like it was his last day alive. He didn’t need anymore deep breaths, your warmth was enough to get rid of the cold that nightmare had left underneath his skin. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck he inhaled your scent, familiar and heart warming. Your hand caressed his face and forced him to pull back just enough to place a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“Better?”
“Mhmm” he nodded, kissing your lips sweetly and shortly “thanks, I always feel calmer when i’m with you”
The prettiest of smiles shone on your face, making Solomon forget about everything his mind had just fabricated minutes ago.
“Im glad” you kissed him again.
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helionpegasus · 10 months
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sweet nothings
Mor x Reader
summary: this was inspired on sweet nothing by taylor swift.
warnings: none
words count: 1035
author's notes: this is for all Mor girlies that requested something (there was a lot of them), hope you like it 💗
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Mor loved how she could sneak into your apartment and feel like she was in a bubble of happiness.
She loved that she didn't have to share you with her chaotic life.
She loved that while the world around her was expecting the greatest things, you were expecting from her nothing at all.
She loved all of this because with you she could be not the Mor of the Inner Circle, or The Morrigan, even less Truth Speaker. Mor was just Mor, the female you fell in love with 5 months ago.
It was near dinner time. The whole day was with meetings to discuss work in the Continent, and Mor was feeling exhausted. When Rhys said the last word, she was quick to vanish the River House.
The smell of the food filled her nostrils as soon as she passed the front door. She could hear your soft hum in the kitchen, a cute trait that you always did while concentrating on doing something.
When you feel her arms wrap around your waist, you don't shift or get scared, a sign of how well your body knows hers.
“A tough day, I presume.” You say while stopping mixing the pan so your arms can rest upon hers.
“You know me that well, don’t you?”
You take the pan out off the stove, and turn around to face her.
“Did something bad happen or is it just too much work?”
“Too much work.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No…” Her thumb caresses your cheekbone. “I want to run away from all of it with you.”
“Well, we can run away this whole night from it. Hide from the world around us to get some peace.”
“Like I always do.”
You feel her change of demeanor. It was not the first time you both had this conversation.
“Mor, I already said to you that we don't have to rush anything you’re not ready to do yet.” You hold her face between your hands.
“I know…”
“You don't have to prove this to anyone, and most importantly, you don't have to prove anything to me. You think I didn't know where I was leading myself to? I choose you and I’m willing to do it again and again if I have to.”
The blond remembered the last time you said exactly the same words to her, after a night with the Inner Circle where they were sharing love experiences. She wanted so badly to talk about you, and how proud she was of loving someone and being loved after so many years, but she got scared.
And all her friends having mates but you both not sharing a mate bond yet, even when she was sure she never loved someone this hard, didn't help with her insecurity.
“I don't care if a mating bond never happens.” You said that night. “I don't care if people say it's a punishment for our love, and this was never supposed to happen at all.”
“The love I feel for you is stronger than any mating bond could ever be, Mor.”
That's the words you said, and it was what she needed.
She also remembered how you kissed every part of her body to seal the words like a prophecy. That night was the first time in her whole life that she really felt at home.
After dinner you were both lying in your bed, sharing caresses and soft kisses in a comfortable silence, the crickets outside the window singing lullabies. Her head in your chest and hands playing with your fingers, while your arms rested around her back.
“I think I want to talk about it.” She says for the first time in an hour.
“Go on, love.”
“It's just…” she took a deep breath. “Everyone seems to be expecting me to always be strong and resilient. To always have a plan in mind and be able to sort out all the situations.”
Her voice was low, a sign that she was sharing a secret never shared between you, and a difficult one.
Your hand starts soothing her blond locks trying to keep her at peace.
“But the truth is that I am not. Not at all.” Her arms around your waist get tighter. “I’m not that strong for all of it.”
“And it’s okay. You don't have to.”
“Not with you.”
“Not with anyone. Mor, if you’re not comfortable doing it anymore, set limits.”
“I’m scared of what they would think.”
“It doesn't matter. Besides, they’re your family, they will understand.”
“Thank you.”
When you looked down at her, she was already looking at you, the amber eyes with shining little dots like the stars in the sky above your head.
“You're so beautiful, you know that?” You put a strand of hair behind her ear, no piercings in sign since she recently bathed.
“Hearing from you always hits differently.” She says closing the space between your lips.
Everytime you two kissed it was like a starstruck. You felt like your lips were made to kiss each other, but it can be your mind drowning in too much love.
Her hands quickly find your hair, tangling her fingers in your locks. Her leg wrapped around your middle.
“You want to meet them?” Mor asked when you stopped to catch a breath.
“You want me to meet them?” You shifted in bed, adjusting your weight in one arm to have a better look on her face.
“Yes… I do.”
You kept looking at her face for any sign of regret, but she didn't show any, and you always read her like an open book.
“We will have our traditional family dinner this weekend.” She said and pressed her lips like she was thinking if she should say the next thing or not.
“And?”
She pressed her eyelids, releasing a breath she didn't even know she was holding.
“I told them that I wanted them to meet someone.”
“Alright.”
“You’re okay with it?”
“Yes, my love. I’ll be there with you.”
And that's what Morrigan loved about you, you were always with her and never for her.
You never expected any reward from being in her life, except her sweet nothings.
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saphscorner · 2 months
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You asked for drabble requests, could we perhaps get some ranchers or gridoc 👉👈
hey hey hey! thanks for the request! honestly i'm so biased here, so i went with ranchers fluff (and had a lot of fun with it)! open to writing gridoc another time though! enjoy, anon :)
word count: 861 words pairing(s): tango/jimmy warnings: none general tags & vibes: fluff and i think technically canon compliant??
Tango couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a day with no plans. Most days he had at least something to do, but there he was on a Wednesday morning, lying wide awake at seven in the morning, gazing aimlessly up at the ceiling. 
His fiance Jimmy was still asleep beside him, one arm draped lazily over Tango’s waist. Ever since season nine of Hermitcraft ended, Tango had moved back in with Jimmy in their own private world. It seemed like a nice way to spend the break between seasons, but without any overarching projects to keep him occupied, some days left him feeling at a loss. 
Tango glanced back over when he felt Jimmy start to stir beside him, yawning as he rolled his head against the pillow in a half-hearted attempt to fall back asleep. He smiled, shifting his hand to softly rub Jimmy’s shoulder. 
“Morning, Jimmy.” 
Tango was met with another yawn in response, and Jimmy finally blinked open his eyes. He hummed tiredly, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips as his gaze landed on Tango. “You’re up early.” 
“Am I?” Tango asked. 
Jimmy rubbed his eyes with one hand. “Or maybe you just slept late yesterday.” 
“Yeah, guess my sleep schedule is still pretty messed up,” Tango admitted. 
With another yawn, Jimmy finally conceded to get up, his hand sliding off Tango’s waist to prop himself up against his elbows.
“Are we doing anything today?” Tango asked, hopeful that Jimmy might have something in mind.
“Not that I can think of. Was thinking we could just hang out here today unless you have something you need to do,” Jimmy suggested.
“I have nothing, no. Wouldn’t mind something to keep busy though.” 
“I feel like you’re always ‘keeping busy’,” Jimmy said. He pushed himself up fully so he could shuffle closer to Tango. Sitting on his knees, he reached one hand into Tango’s hair to finger-comb his bedhead back into place.
Tango couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, letting his eyes fall shut. “I’m not used to slowing down. I was so busy all the time for months, and I don’t really know what to do with myself now. It’s not that I don’t know how to relax–” 
“Except you clearly don’t know how to relax,” Jimmy finished for him. 
“That’s not true!” Tango blinked his eyes back open as the hand in his hair stilled, and found himself face to face with Jimmy who gazed at him expectantly. He stole a quick kiss off Jimmy’s lips. “This feels relaxing.”
Jimmy cracked a smile, resuming fixing Tango’s hair. “It is, you’re right, but can you at least admit you have a hard time with it? Even yesterday you spent hours down in the mines just mining for coal. We’ve got like, what, eight stacks of it now?”
“What, do you want more? I mean that could be my project today,” with a grin, he made a move to get up, but Jimmy promptly grabbed his shoulders to hold him firmly in place. 
“Stop!” Jimmy laughed. “We don’t need more!” 
Tango laughed, letting himself relax against the headboard as he raised his hands in front of his chest in a surrender. “Okay, okay!” 
Jimmy’s hands finally slid off Tango’s shoulders in favor of taking his hands. He raised them to his lips to lay soft kisses over his knuckles. “Look, I’m just saying, what’s wrong with really just taking a break? Here. With me. We’ll do something tomorrow if you really want to, but you can’t just be on the move all the time.” 
“I know, that’s how you get burnt out, right?” 
“Exactly,” said Jimmy. “Why don’t we just make a day of this?” He gestured vaguely between himself and Tango, relaxed in bed as they were. “I’ll make you coffee and breakfast, and we can just stay here for a while.” 
The soft, genuine smile on Jimmy’s expression could soften Tango in a heartbeat. Face to face as they were, Tango realized how much he’d missed Jimmy. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that there was never a better time to do nothing than in these weeks of being with his fiance. It was a rare time of his life with no projects, no deadlines, only the two of them in a remote ranch. Jimmy would eventually go back to Empires, Tango would eventually go back to Hermitcraft. These quiet moments alone were rare, so maybe he didn’t need a way to just fill the time; he could just be with Jimmy for a while. 
Tango let out a soft exhale, turning his hands in Jimmy’s so their palms were pressed flush and held his hands. “...I can’t say no to that.” 
Jimmy smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “I’ll make sure it’s a good day,” he assured Tango, before stealing another kiss. “By the end of it, you’ll be a professional at relaxing!”
As Tango kissed back, he couldn’t help but think that Jimmy might be right. After all, if this was what it felt like to slow down, it was something he could surely get used to.
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buckybringsviolets · 1 year
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Can I get a letter from 40s Bucky? Like an enemies to lovers one. Where he lists all the things that annoys him about her and then confesses that he actually loves them and her? A little angst to sweet sweet fluff?
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Love>Hate
Hope this is what you had in mind!
40's Bucky X Female Reader
600+ words
No warnings except for lovesick Buck
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  Little troublemaker,
      You asked me why I hate you so I’m gonna tell ya. I’m gonna try to keep my cool and not curse, but dammit doll, no one makes my blood boil like you do. And before you go and call me chicken for not confronting you in person with this, I’m only writin’ you ‘cause I don’t want to catch heck from Steve. 
Okay, here goes, right outta the gate, when we first met, at the age of 8. When Steve introduced you. “Bucky?! What kinda name’s that? Sounds like your ma & pa named you after a dog.” You then started giggling, Stevie joining in with ya. “It’s a nickname, short for Buchanan, my middle name.” I told you, a smirk on my face. And you just smiled at me.
 Even then, so young, but such a know-it-all. The way you talked, like you know everything, rattling off facts left and right, Ol’ Stevie just listening to ya like you’re the smartest person alive or something. “Did you know that horses and cows can sleep standing but only dream when lying down?” you’d look so proud, waiting for me to say something. “Yeah, that’s really something sweetheart.” 
 Speaking of Steve, don’t think I didn’t notice how you worked your way into his heart, by the time we were starting middle school it became Y/N & Steve this, Stevie & Y/N that. Stevie said you always asked about me, wondering why I was around much, but I think you were just looking to tease me about something. 
  That summer, between middle & high school? The trip the 3 of us took to Coney Island? Not only did you chase away Betty McIntosh (she was a real cookie! 😍) but you won that stuffed bear, THEN gave it to me! Jesus, doll, I wanted to win one for you!
  I’m not even going to start in on prom. Every girl I asked, every one, said no way, that I was too hung up on you. “Y/N?! Are you nuts?” then they’d say “Yes, y/n!”  I honestly don’t know what you told them to say that. But you must’ve said something. 
    And now, the way you go out with these guys, active duty men, I nicely warn you about them, ask you where they’re planning on taking ya. And you get all feisty with me “that’s none of your concern Bucky!”  Just me looking out for you, and you’ve gotta get all upset with me. Just being a gentleman and all I catch is flak.
  Doll, I’m gonna be a bit honest here, you kinda stunned me with what you said. “Bucky, why do you hate me?” a look on your face like I ain’t never seen before, something like concern, maybe heartbreak? And me, hate YOU? That is most certainly not something I could ever feel for you. 
  From the first time I saw you, when Stevie said “ this is y/n y/l/n, she’s new in town.” I knew. I was hooked. Doll, you are everything to me and more. But how could I ever tell you just how perfect you are? Not when I’m so… so not perfect. So I pushed you away. For your own good. Convinced myself you were better off without a mess up like myself. 
  So hate is not what I feel towards, for, you. Love, adoration, deep affection, definitely. You are amazing, gorgeous, so amazingly smart, generous to a fault. How could I not adore you, doll face? 
  Now before you start screaming at me, cut me some slack. I know I’m a dope, Stevie lets me know that every chance he gets. I’m crazy ‘bout you sweetheart, so maybe my brains a bit fried. 
 How about you let me take you out? Little dancing, a quick bite to eat, try my damndest to make it up to ya. Because y/n, you are IT for me. The endgame. ‘Till the end of line doll. 
  My love, always
  James Buchanan Barnes
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backtothefanfiction · 1 month
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Please Don't Leave Me | Agent Whiskey x Reader
Summary: The mission goes very wrong.
Warnings: Injuries and angst
Word Count: 1K
A/N: just a quick writing challenge for myself based around the prompt please don't leave me. I put a bunch of characters into a generator and Jack came out and it was honestly the easiest little story to create in 20 minutes. Enjoy.
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There’s a reason you should never mix business with pleasure and it’s because of moments like this that actually remind you why.
It was supposed to be a simple mission. In and out with time for a good night at the hotel after. Just you and Jack doing what you do best. You had been working on and off together for five years now. Screwing each other after missions to let off steam for almost equally as long. Everyone told you not to do it. All the other girls in the office who had ever been seduced by him and left flapping on the shore when the tide went back out; warned you to stay away. But you were sure you could handle it. Told yourself it was just sex and that you wouldn’t fall in love. But he knew how to play the game. Knew how to win you over every time and lull you into a false sense of security to the point you thought, maybe he did care. Maybe he did love you back. But that look in his eye right now as he stood in the doorway, flash drive in hand ready to make a run for it whilst these brutes did everything they could to keep you down.
You hadn’t worried at first, but then you took a bullet to the shoulder and god damn if that didn’t hurt to the point you just wanted to hide in the corner and cry; but you couldn’t. You were a tough badass woman who had trained and worked too damn hard for this job to not keep fighting for the sake of the mission.
You really couldn’t blame him when he gave you that apologetic look and said, “Sorry Darlin’, it’s nothing personal.”
“Don’t leave me!” you had called out desperately. He was your back up after all. Without him there was no barrier between these men and yourself. Who knew what they would do to you. Kill you most likely, but when- and after what torture. “Jack! Please don’t leave me!” But he was gone.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 
Your arm smarted, but you continued to try and punch your way out. 
It was no good. Although some of them had run after Whiskey, many of them continued to gang up on you. You were on the floor now, arms held up protectively to your head, body curled tightly in an attempt to protect your vital organs; but it was no use. They kicked and they kicked- one thud after the other against your body. You should have been focusing, but what was the use. So your mind wandered- back to him. Every tender soft word said between crisp white hotel bed sheets. Every tender kiss. Every “it’s only you kiddo.” And he still left you behind.
There was a resounding bang! Followed by another and another. The kicking stopped. Your body started to relax as you opened your eyes to see him there in the doorway, a smoking gun in each hand. “Now fellas!” He called out into the room and you looked around the room at the men in their shitty black suits, all lying on the floor nursing various shot wounds. None of them instantly fatal, but still deadly enough. All hitting vital organs that would bleed out quickly, but not enough that they wouldn’t be able to listen to his lesson first. “Is that any way to treat a lady?”
You glowered at him when he finally locked his eyes on yours. He quickly holstered his pistols before rushing over to you. “Now you didn’t think I was actually gonna leave ya, did you?” You groaned as his arms reached around your body and lifted you from the floor.
“The drive?” you asked, your voice raspy.
“I handed it off to Ginger.” He said as he carried you from the room.
“Wait? Ginger’s here?” you groaned.
“Hey, rest now. Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out of here.”
That was the last thing you remembered before your vision went black and you went limp in his arms.
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“What happened?” You asked as you woke up in the medical bay two days later. To your surprise, Jack was sat in a chair beside your bed reading some rodeo magazine. 
He quickly closed it, putting it down in his lap, before leaning across the bed, reaching for your hand.
“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. “I thought I would lead them away, but clearly not enough of them.” You remained quiet, both slowly recalling the events that left you feeling black and blue, but also analyzing the pain in his eyes. “I called for evac the moment I left the room. Ginger said she’d seen everything through the glasses and was already on the way. Champ told me to get the drive out first. I had to do it. I couldn’t let on…” his voice trailed off.
“You couldn’t let on what?”
“I know I’m not supposed to do shit like this. You know. I told Champ I wouldn’t- fuck!” he hung his head in shame. “I didn’t think…”
“You didn’t think what? Didn’t think what Jack?!” you pressed him.
“That I’d actually care about you!” He snapped. “That I’d fall in love with you.” His words stunned you. “I compromised the mission today.” he said with shame.
“Yeah, but you got it out. You did the right thing in the end.”
“Yeah, but it should never had come to that.” He grunted. “I saw you in that dress and I just became distracted. It should never have come to that.” He repeated himself. 
In the silence that fell, you finally realised what he had said. “You love me?” you questioned tentatively.
He looked at you confused. “After all that, that’s the thing that you take away.” He paused for a moment, if only to gauge your reaction. “Of course I do. Knew it the first moment I met you. All smart mouth and attitude and…” his voice trailed off as he got lost in you. You squeezed his hand encouragingly. “I promise I’ll never actually leave you, okay? I’ll always come back for you.”
And he always did. Until the Poppy Adams case. Until he would never come back to you again.
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Chapter 1: Adventure of a Life Time》
The only thing I can feel is the vibrating of the floor I'm lying on and an ear splitting rumble.
I jolt up in a panic, I can barley see in the dim light but my eyes adjust.
Fear feels icy in my veins, I'm in a cage, I'm rocketing towards a roof with red lights and there are crates and boxes scattered around me.
My head pounds when I brace for impact, not knowing if I'm going to die or live.
I huddle into a corner, my eye shut so tight it makes them throb and my head wedged between my knees with my arms over my head.
i felt no crash like I was expecting, I could only hear the painful screech of metal scraping on metal.
It made my ears and brain sting, my body's natural instinct was to scream as loud as possible. So I did.
Bright lights pooled over my closed lids and a burning heat erupted over every inch of my skin.
I didn't want to open my eyes, I wanted to close them to protect myself from whatever the fuck was happening.
I almost threw up when I heard a voice.
"It's a girl."
I can feel the vomit in the back of my throat when I peak open my eyes from under my arms and through my knees.
Men. That's all I could see when I lifted my head, my eyes scaned them over, all men, staring at me with wide eyes and limp jaws.
"Absolutely not." Was my first and only though other than pure panic and terror.
One of the men, a blond boy was quick to jump down into the cage with me.
"Get away from me."
I clenched my teeth together and pushed my back into the corner even harder than before, I'm sure a mark would be noticeable later.
"Aye, it's alright. None of us are going to hurt you. I promise." He was crouched down to my level, a hand extended for me to hold.
His hands were large and filthy looking, his nails were drowning in dirt and his palms had specks of soil and sweat covering them.
I eyed him, I don't really have any other choice, I can't get out on my own and even then, how would I get through the large crowd of ogling men?
I grit my teeth and clasped my hand around his.
His eyes grew lit and he smiled sweetly, I still felt vomit in my throat but held it down.
He carefully pulled me to my feet, good thing he was there, I would have fallen straight on my face if his grip on me didn't tighten when I began tilting from side to side.
"Woah, careful. I know, the box is a bit intense." His light hearted tone and cheerful smile almost made me think that I will be okay.
But im still suspicious. I don't know these people, nor where I am or who I can trust.
So I'll keep my guard up, know my surroundings and find a way to get out of here.
He guided me towards the boxes that sat at the front of the crate, he helped me up until another man took my hands and lifted me up onto the grass.
"Give her some space boys, don't crowd her." The man spoke as if he ran the place, everyone followed his instructions and took a few steps backwards.
"Hey, there is nothing to worry about, I'm Alby."
"I, don't remember my name... I don't remember anything. What the fuck, why can't I remember anything!?" My chest heaved, up and down as I racked my brain for anything about myself, anything before the box at all but all I could think of were scenarios and possible solutions to my predicament.
"Hey, hey, don't stress. It's normal, none of us remember anything but our names, yours will come back in a day or two. I promise."
I nodded, it's the only thing I can do. My throat was to dry to form words and my brain was going too fast to find the words to answer.
"I know this is all confusing, trust me. We've all been through it, each and every single one of us came up through the box, we know just how it feels."
I swallowed a dry lump as the Alby man spoke, what the fuck is this place.
"What the fuck is this place?" I recited from my thoughts.
"Sorry, this is the glade, our home." Alby spread his arms wide and I looked around.
Ivy covered walls surrounded us, forming a square of lush, grassy land. In the middle of every wall on every side, a gap was opened.
"What are the walls for?" I asked, when no one answered I looked around. Everywhere I looked the men averted their eyes until I looked back Alby.
"We have a few rules here; first off, do your part, we don't have any time for people to sit on their asses. Second, never ever harm another glader, were all about trust here, and nothing works unless we know that everyone else has got your back. And lastly, this is the most important one, never go beyond those walls."
He points out and my eyes follow.
"First off, glader is a stupid name. Second, you didn't answer my question. What are the walls for?" I asked again, my tone was impatient and demanding.
"It's to keep us in, out there is called the maze. No one goes in, because once you do, you don't come back."
It was the blond boy that answered, his eyes were narrowed at the entrance to the maze, his nose was scrunched until he looked back towards me.
"Fucking delightful." I sighed, rolling my eyes and giving the place a good look.
There were a few huts here and there as well as a huge pile of wood which was placed to look like a triangle.
A garden like area was behind the boys and a some work shop looking huts littered the place.
How the actual fuck am I supposed to escape this shit hole?
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moonbxbiee · 2 days
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Contrasting hearts- Yang Jungwon
Ch-1 | Weird ass man | Prologue
A/n- Ahh..long awaited post. I know I took longer than I thought I would take but school is being a pain in my ass recently and my mind was not in the right places to write anything. this chapter was written in early February as i haven't written anything in this month- i know it's a shame😭 and I really really need to come back on track. I can't promise to post regularly for now but I will try to be as consistent as i can and for the next couple of chapters I have already written so I'll post them in upcoming days. But I really really want to know how people are posting 10+ pics in one post, like I really want to know because idk how to post and because of that i struggle a lot in this ch🥲. It will be great if anyone help me with this.
★ None of my characters or stories represent any enhypen members in real life, this story is purely fictional Made up by my own characters!
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Moon's pov
"oh my god" i screamed from the top of my lungs making my parents flinched on their spots and my father worriedly asked
"What, what happened" he panicked standing up from the couch where he was sitting earlier with my mother.
"Chill honey and sit down, she probably just booked her flight ticket" my mother assumed knowing me so well, eyes still on the big screen in front of her with nothing special expression on her face.
"This Friday" I announced having a big smile on my face eyes still looking at my macbook then my mother looked at me and she questioned
"Why so early?" her eyes widened on my sudden announcement
"Sorry there was no flight after that... for a week" i lied casually without any hesitation. Little did she know I was lying but still chose to stay silent and not cause any useless arguments because she knows I am a little stubborn and i admit that.
"Oh my dear I'm gonna miss you" my dad said as he pulled into his arms hugging me tightly
"Me too, dad. But this was my dream" i pulled away and looked at him softened my gaze, realising how much my dad adored me
"We know, and we won't stop you" my mother said as she lightly patted my head while caressing my hair, i turned my head to look at her and smiled sweetly, while she passed me a weak smile. I know it's hard for them to say goodbye to me for a long while,
"It's late you should go and sleep, we have so much to prepare before your departure" dad said and I nodded my head.
"good night" I said as I gave a quick hug to my mother and picked up my macbook from where I was sitting i walked into my bedroom which was a few steps away from the living room, as i entered the room I Jumping on the bed quickly grabbing my phone from the side table and opened our group chat as I rushed text my best friends.
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Their reactions were so honest as always, we've been best friends ever since we don't know how to walk or speak properly and growing up together in the same neighborhood makes our bond more like sisters. Though my family had to move out from korea to Seattle six years ago because of my dad's job.
I've waited for six long freakin years to go back to korea and meet them again, to live with them again....and now it's happening and I'm so happy and I'm so relieved. Although I have the guilt of leaving my parents here alone but they understand me and want the best for me, so..it's time to go to Seoul. I giggled rolling through my bed only to fall on the ground with a loud sound and then yelped in pain while caressing my head 'it hurts so bad' , i guess i should keep my happiness inside of me otherwise I wasn't able to go back to Seoul in good condition.
I got up from the floor, i turned off the lights of my room and laid on my bed covering myself with a blanket and i tried to sleep but I clearly can't. My mind just doesn't want to sleep because of all the good and bad things I'm assuming about going back to korea, and an hour passed like this, me being worried and anxious that I'm starting to feel frustrated now.
I stretched my arm out from the blanket to grab my phone from the side table of the bed, i opened Instagram and started scrolling through the app. then a notification popped in the screen, that someone whose I'd is 'clingycat_slay' wants to follow me on my other account. I made that account with no purpose or should I say 'influenced by my friend' and her saying to me I should talked to more people, so yeah it's a fake account, i guess.
When i opened their I'd, they had no followers without any following and no posts, and neither did I have any of them so we are even I guess, but I don't wanna accept their request but at the same time her stupid influence is still roaming in my brain and I'm bored and I need something fun so why not. without thinking much I accepted and sent them a follow back but then I got a DM from him and of course I replied. I'm scared i might regret it though.
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WOAH, WHAT JUST HAPPENED!??
I accepted his request without thinking about anything but now I was left with so many unanswered questions, what the hell.
he turned out to be a total psychopath- oh well at least a weirdo. That's not like I haven't talked to any stranger earlier, but the usual conversation ends with me blocking them because of their so called thing 'do you wanna have one night stand?' Huh hell no, my body is not free for anyone, but he seems totally different. I mean different in that way he kinda makes me giggle but he's depressed about what? and I don't know now if i should block him now or just- oh my god it frustrates me even more now.
I just spent twenty minutes sitting in the same position still looking at the chat I had earlier and rereading it again and again, wait-what? Why am I thinking this much? When i should be sleeping by now, it's almost four in the morning.
I put my phone back on the table and covered my whole body and face with the blanket and pushing out all the thoughts I have in my brain, in a few minutes I felt my eyes getting heavier and then I drifted off.
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Finally managing to do some more writing for Bristlecone (Honey POV) @concealeddarkness13 @pen-of-roses
During Honey's first morning with the Aristata.
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Viper noticed us first, looking up sharply from her conversation with Winter. She met my eyes, blank and unreadable, and gave a single nod of acknowledgement before turning back to Winter. I sighed softly once the pressure of her gaze was gone, sinking into an open stool Stark had nudged me towards. He reached over by the fire and passed me a still-warm bowl of oatmeal and a spoon. 
I took a mouthful, warm, soft, and lightly sweetened and seasoned with flecks of cinnamon. Beside me Annie watched, one knee crossed over the other comfortably and casually.  
She snorted, “boy, seeing you in full daylight you really are just a baby aren’t you?” 
My stomach tightened, and I froze. She saw right through me, didn’t she? I knew it wouldn’t last. 
I cleared my throat, hoping she didn’t notice the way I stiffened. “I, um,” Damn it. She’d never believe me now. “I’m actually twenty.”  
Cecil would have been disappointed I was lying to her, especially one so far-fetched. Annie was right to question it. I turned sixteen half a year ago and certainly didn’t look much older than that. A weight sat heavy on my chest. Cecil still teased me about the baby fat on my cheeks he insisted was still there.  
“Really?” She raised both eyebrows, then shrugged. “Wouldn’t have guessed.”  
“Could be true.” Theo shrugged, looking me up and down. “Seems the type who hasn’t had to do a lot of hard labour, especially not out in the sun. That right? Would certainly keep you looking younger longer.”  
I nodded half hiding behind rounded shoulders. “That’s about right, yeah.” Should I tell them I was an apprentice mortician mage? They would figure it out soon enough on their own anyway, the chain around my neck, around my wrists and ankles, they would give me away likely sooner than later. 
Should I wear them even now? After what I’d done? The odds of ever getting to complete my training now were next to none but something kept me from touching the chains just yet. 
“I am, or I guess was, training as a mortician mage.” I ran a hand over one of the bracelets, warm and ever-present, and managed a small smile. “So not a lot of chances to burn in the sun or get scratched up from heavy lifting.”  
Theo grinned, his smile missing a handful of teeth here and there. “See, told you so.” 
Annie scoffed. “I believed you Theo, I just wasn’t sure what the fuck he was doing all the way out here that’s all.” She rolled her eyes at him before turning back to me. “Which leads me to ask you, what the fuck are you doing all the way out here instead of training?” 
I flinched at her question, my jaw tightening. What was I supposed to tell them? The sun suddenly felt too hot, too dry and too bright in my eyes and I ducked my head. Pressure coiled tight around my throat, hard and suffocating. I’d killed five people, most no older than myself. How was I supposed to explain that? That I’d shot her without thinking, that I shot her from so close she had no chance? That I didn’t even stick around long enough to send her off before fleeing? 
A series of short whistles jolted my head back up, straight across the fire pit to Viper, faced by the others now instead of everyone watching me. A hint of pressure eased from my chest. She leaned over and whispered in Winter’s ear. 
“She says to cut the kid some slack,” Winter reported, “lest he decide to lay a curse on the two of you.” 
Viper grinned, crooked and mischievous under the shade of her hat. Her eyes wrinkled at the edges as she caught my gaze and gave a quick wink before I ducked my head once more. I swallowed as my cheeks warmed. She’d taken the attention off of me but I didn’t know what she meant by the wink. 
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facetsofthecloset · 9 months
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15 Questions 15 Mutuals
Was tagged by @meteor--shards​, but tumblr tumblred and didn’t notify me at all! I just happened to see the post while scrolling luckily lol
(idk why this keeps happening even when people tag my main blog. should probably contact support about that >_>)
Were you named after anyone?
Yes, my first name came from my dad’s tai chi teacher’s wife. Which sounds like a weird random connection, but they were practically his second set of parents so, yeah.
When was the last time you cried?
Yesterday. This morning? idk man i’m on an emergency trip back home at my parent’s place for mental health reasons i am not at my most resilient rn
Do you have kids?
As in actual kids I birthed myself, hell fucking no, but considering the age gap between me and my brothers I half-consider them my own kids in some ways.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Why no, never. Not at all. Not even the tiniest slightest bit. Perish the thought.
[^i’m lying for the bit] What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Uhh, never really thought about it, but if we’re meeting in person, probably their height?? Just because most people are taller than me so the first thing I have to do is crane my neck lol
If we’re talking about online, I only ever use tumblr, so probably their tags
What’s your eye color?
Brown. Pretty much black though.
Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings, usually, because for a long time I was too wimpy for any kind of horror. In recent years I’ve really started getting into it but I still tend to go to media for happy endings because real life generates enough horror for me most days MY GOD what is happening with the chickens!?!
Sorry our flock of chicks was being really loud just now because one got separated by a thin concrete wall that was very echo-y lol (they’re fine now)
Any special talents?
Eh, dunno about that. My party trick used to be leaning over backwards really low (think, like, for playing limbo or Matrix bullet-dodging) without falling over or touching the ground, but the pandemic nuked my stamina and all physical ability, so I’ve just been in mild but constant pain for the past year or so.
I guess I’m decently quick at picking up the very basics of new creative mediums (paints or embroidery or whatever), maybe that counts.
Where were you born?
Japan. Oh dear that chick got separated again hang on
nvm it was a second chick that got separated earlier as well and was hanging around the kitchen door, which was why it was so loud. It’s fine and much quieter now.
What are your hobbies?
Writing and drawing mainly, but I’m the kind of person who has five million hobbies because I need to rotate between them to keep myself interested. So auxiliary hobbies include costume making (covers a lot of different hobbies honestly), swimming (in the ocean. and not like, proper forms and all that. just being in the water basically), parkour (can’t at present for physical condition), roller/ice skating (once again, not atm), started woodcarving the other day (kinda falls under costume making because i’m trying to make a wizard staff lol) and whatever else I feel like taking a stab at for one day and then maybe never again (I should try fencing. maybe when my back isn’t in constant pain)
Have any pets?
At my parent’s place, there’s a cat, a dog (both fairly elderly), bunch of half-wild chickens, various fish, and a tortoise (the kind that get big). Don’t keep any pets at my place because I travel back and forth too much and it wouldn’t work logistically.
What sports do you play/have you played?
Like on an official team/club? None, aside from parkour briefly. Otherwise it’s stuff I mentioned in hobbies that I learned either on my own or had a friend casually give me tips or something. My parents have been teaching me tai chi on and off through the years? Does that count it’s a martial art isn’t it I mean
How tall are you?
5′2″ is what I tell people. Technically I’m just a hair too short for that but it sounds defensive to say 5′1.8″ when I don’t actually care that much lol
Favorite subject in school?
Art, enjoyed the marine biology course I got to take in hs. Was good at English but never loved the way any of my teachers taught it. Technically my hs history class was my favorite but that was bc of the teacher and not the subject matter.
Dream job?
I’ve always wanted to be a fantasy writer, but I figure that can be a long term goal. For now, for a job that would sustain me? I would LOVE to be involved in theater costuming or even just grunt work in a production company. Something creative and silly. I’m considering applying to work at Tokyo Disneyland despite grievances with the company overall just because being in a themed environment every day and getting to see “behind the scenes” does sound fun. Even though I’m sure the work culture is probably horrible. idk something to do with costumes or practical effects would be amazing.
I also love bugs and animals but I have a harder time visualizing myself working in related fields there
I don’t have 15 active mutuals, but: @mariegoos, @vonlipvig​, or anyone else who wants to play, feel free! No pressure tho
Thanks for the tag! It was fun :)
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Part Six: One-on-One
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The first week of school went by as a success in my eyes. Today is Friday, the day that Orochimaru and I go up against each other, to see who gets the bell from the other first. The students have been overly excited, placing bets on who would win, and saying why they chose that person. Six favor myself, while the other six, vote for Orochimaru.
He’s a very powerful man. His skills are nothing that I have ever seen before. Let alone his scent. It’s his most heightened sense, making it damn near impossible to fully get away from him, unless you go miles away, but even then, I’m pretty sure he’d track you. I have speed on my side, as well as my hiding capabilities. He has his strength and sense of smell on his. If one of doesn’t win, it’ll be equally matched.
A draw.
Kakashi and the Hokage will be attending this little match, both just as curious as the students are. We both agreed not to use our full power, especially my Sharingan.
I stand patiently inside the classroom, waiting for my partner and students to file in. I take this time to meditate, center and channel what power I will be using today. Letting my body relax fully so that none of my muscles tense up when I need them loose. Even if we just touch the bell on the other person, I’d call that a victory.
“Good morning.”
Speaks Orochimaru as he enters, the twelve students at his heels. I simply nod in reply to his everyday comment. He knows I would of been verbal if alone, but I know with the eagerness of the children, that’ll be impossible until afterwards.
Orochimaru does his usual morning greetings with the children. I can see all of them waiting to bolt from the room.
“Alright, everybody outside.”
Says Orochimaru.
I was right. The kids flew from their seats and out of the classroom altogether. I can hear the pitter patter of their shoes hitting the tile floor as they race down the halls.
“Are you ready?”
He asks, now at my side. His tone sounding…worried?
“Are you?”
I question him, turning the attention to himself. I’m always up for a little friendly competition. This is the one I’ve been the most excited about.
“Always.”
He replies back, sounding a bit more smug than his tone a moment ago.
Outside I spot Kakashi and Naruto. Both trying to keep the students at bay, and at a distance from where Orochimaru and I will be.
“As you very well know. Your two sensei’s are going up against each other. They will each have a single bell in their possession, tied to their belt. Which ever gets the bell from the other first, will be declared winner. Y/n, Orochimaru, take your positions.”
Says Kakashi.
I stand at one end of the field, while Orochimaru stands at the other. I watch as he licks his lips, almost drooling at his own excitement. I know that I’m one of the most intriguing people he’s ever met, especially since I’ve never feared him, unlike everybody else.
We both begin circling the dirt patch, keeping at the same distance. I watch as Orochimaru lowers himself to the ground, almost lying completely flat on his stomach. My one visible eye widens as I watch a head come from Orochimaru’s mouth. Followed by shoulders, and an entire torso. Looking like a long grey worm.
Memories of conversations that I’ve heard about his abilities replay in my mind. He’s widely known because of his snakes. I begin to wonder if he’ll show them…
“I’ll have that bell.”
He hisses as he approaches my hip. Both my feet push off from the ground, sending me high into the air. My Kunai sits comfortably in my hand. I throw my arm out, sending my blade soaring in his direction. I smile as it cuts through his shirt, causing him to stop abruptly. Pinning him to the ground. He lets out a groan. Frustration that I’ve caught him so quick I suppose. But of course I won’t charge for the bell right away, he’d be expecting that. I need to toy with him a little more, get even the slightest bit of his guard down before I proceed. I land on the ground, hitting the floor with no sound. His body is shrinking, going back to its usual size. He pulls my Kunai from the ground, chucking it back in my direction, as well as two Shuriken’s. His aim seems to have been off, as my Kunai enters the tree, becoming lodged in the trunk. His shuriken’s on the other hand are barreling right at me. I move a foot to my right, extending my arm out. The children gasp when they see I have both stars on my fingers like rings.
I taunt Orochimaru by approaching him. Standing a mere ten feet away from each other.
“Tired yet?”
He teases.
“You wish. I’m just getting bored.”
I say, imitating a yawn.
“Oh you shouldn’t of said that.”
Says Orochimaru. Beginning to back away from me.
Now, at twenty feet away, he charges at me. Full speed. I wait until he’s close before jumping, aiming for a nearby tree to launch my next move.
“Y/n Sensei!”
I hear the kids cry out. Orochimaru extended his neck, becoming another serpent like being. But this time, a long silver blade shoots from his throat. I feel it hit my chest, getting stuck in my spare forehead protector I keep in my Flak’s upper pocket. I couldn’t help but smile at his poor attempt to win. I know we’re holding so much back because of the kids but one day…I want to use it all…
Within a blink of an eye, both my arms slip from the vest. Hitting the floor with a thud. Not because I’m injured, but I will admit, that attack did knock the wind right out of me. I need to catch my breath before he attacks again, or I’ll surely be defeated.
Orochimaru must of sensed the worry and dread coming from the children as he races towards me.
“Y/n!”
I hear him shout. I inhale deeply as I push myself up, exhaling when I see Orochimaru nearing in on me.
A moment later I stand behind him, Kunai resting a few centimeters from his throat. My left hand on his hip, right on the bell.
“DRAW!”
Shouts Kakashi.
I look down and see Orochimaru’s hand on my hip, also gripping the small silver bell. My hearts races more as I process his touch. He lets out a faint laugh. Must be feeling the difference in my heart rate.
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She almost had me. The little minx.
I listen as her heart rate changes, speeding up, and becoming a little irregular. Unknowingly to her, she releases the grip on the bell, and grips my belt. A second later she lets go. My hand follows, also letting go of the bell attached to her.
“Good match you two. We truly didn’t know who would of won.”
Says Naruto.
As everybody enters the building, the Hokage and Kakashi say farewell. Heading to the stairs that lead to the Hokage’s office.
Inside the classroom, y/n pulled an empty chair up to where she normally stands. The children sit and start raising their arms to ask questions. I take one final look at y/n, and call on the first student.
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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 35a
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*Warning Adult Content*
Liam
The hot water was cascading down my hair and back, running into my face as I stared blankly at the white tile of the hospital bathroom.
I was just going to take a quick shower and go right back to Aiden but once I got in I couldn't move.
I felt sluggish and sore.
I knew it was from being cooped up in the white room with the nauseating smell of bleach and the smell of sick patients.
I hadn't went out for a run in a month.
But none of that was going to bother me not with Aiden still stuck in his coma.
When was he going to wake up?
I've asked the doctors a million times and they all gave me the same answer.
"All we can do is wait and see."
What if he never woke up?
My wolf didn't like my negativity and reprimanded me for doing so but what else was I supposed to think when I saw Aiden lying there every day, in the same damn position I found him in a month ago.
A rapid increase of rage and despair built in my body and I slammed my fist in the tile causing a large crack to sliver up the wall.
"Dammit."
I pulled my fist from the hole, my blood seeping through the cuts in my hand before they closed.
I turned the shower off and quickly dried myself, throwing on my pants and clean t-shirt.
I looked up in the mirror and saw the shell of my former self.
There was no me anymore without Aiden.
The bags under my eyes were dark and my eyes were dull and desolate.
My skin was pale but not as pale in comparison to Aiden's.
Walking out of the bathroom my eyes were directly to Aiden.
Still beautiful as ever even hooked with all the wire and tubes.
"Hey baby," I said taking a seat on the bed.
My hand found his arm and caressed it up and down.
I could feel the sparks shooting through my fingers, he had to be feeling it too.
I noticed the feel of his bones as I ran my hand up his arm.
My eyes fell on him and over looked his body.
I gritted my teeth at the sight.
I know he could only take substance through a feeding tube but he had lost so much weight it was starting to scare me.
His cheeks were starting to sink in and his pale skin was making him look really sick.
"Do you feel me Aiden?" I whispered to him.
"I miss you so much. We all do," my voice began to quiver.
"My life is dull without you here to brighten it. I need you Aiden. Do you hear me. I need you. So please, please wake up come back to me."
The familiar tears were streaming down my face but I paid no mind to them.
I bent down to him my face inches from his.
"Please," I whisper, cupping his cheek and leaning my forehead against his.
"How is he? Is there any change?" Dom asked, coming in cautiously, keeping an eye on me and I narrowed my eyes on him.
"What do you think? Does he look awake to you?" I snap and Dom raises his hands up in surrender.
"Whoa. Okay, I'm sorry," he apologizes, walking further in the room and takes a seat by the bed.
I was ready to growl at him to leave but then I got a good look at his face.
"What's wrong?" I asked but he just shakes his head, looking at Aiden and refusing to meet my gaze but I knew they were filled with pain.
"What's wrong, Dom?" I pushed.
"It's nothing," his voice was low and scratchy.
"Tell me," I demanded, my concern getting the better of me.
He was silent for a long time before looking up at me with tears in his eyes.
"I told her," he said his voice tight with oncoming tears.
"I know this wasn't the right time... I should have waited... waited for Aiden to get better but I don't know when that will be."
I growled a warning at him and he lowered his head.
"I'm sorry but it's the truth."
I didn't say anything as the tightening in my chest weighed me down with more grief.
"She rejected me, Liam," he cried putting his head in hands.
"I don't know what to do man... I feel like my hearts been ripped out and stomped on... ugh... I'm so stupid," he exclaimed ripping himself from the chair as it fell to the floor.
He began pacing, his hands fisted at his sides.
"Why couldn't I have waited?" he was talking to himself now.
"I knew it wasn't the right time to spring something like this on my 'human' mate. Now she won't pick up my phone calls, yells at me to leave her alone when we're at school. She even screamed when I showed her my wolf. It's killing me, Liam."
Dom turned back to me his eye red as tears fell from his eyes.
"It's killing us," he added referring to his wolf.
Closing my eyes, I rubbed my forehead in exhaustion before looking back at Dom.
"I'm the last person to come to for this Dom. My mate is lying in a hospital bed and he might never wake up. It's killing me also, to know that I might never be able to talk to him without it being one sided. Never see his beautiful eyes again staring at me with emotions I could only hope was love the last I saw them," I sounded drained and depressed.
I let out a shaky breath and I looked him in the eyes.
"Give her time... she's having trouble coping with her best friend being in the hospital. I know this won't be easy... nothing is easy these days but if need be I can talk to her if you want... not now but later," I said and Dom gave me a small smile.
"Thank you Liam. I would greatly appreciate that."
I nodded.
"I know this is a stupid question but how are you doing?" he asked softly and I gave out a humorless laugh.
"What's it look like."
He picked up the chair he knocked over and sat back down.
"The teachers gave me the homework assignments for you since you've been absent," he told me and I scoffed.
"I don't care."
I heard him sigh.
"Liam I think its best if you get out... take a run. Being cooped in here just torturing yourself isn't good for you," he said.
I glared at him and he shrank from the intensity of it.
"I'm not leaving him, ever again," I growled.
"I left him once and this is what happened."
I looked down at Aiden and noticed his lips were becoming chapped.
"You are not to blame for this Liam, it was an accident. And accidents happen every day. Even if you were here, you can't be around Aiden twenty four seven."
I shook my head, tightening my lips to stop the shaking.
"I don't believe that."
He sighed again turning his head from me.
"I understand that you're hurting..." I cut him off.
"No you don't understand, Dom. You don't know the pain I'm going through right now... you might have been rejected but at least you know your mate's healthy and well. I can't leave... my wolf won't let me leave and I don't want to leave. I have a hole in my heart whenever I look at his beautiful face so still. He is my soul and my life. The reason I'm on this earth is for him. I never had enough time with him and the doctors keep telling me we'll just have to wait and see if he wakes up. He's been like for a month Dom and I am worried sick that he won't come back to me," I began to sob softly.
"I just want him to come back. I would give anything for that."
"I'm truly sorry this happened to you, Liam," his voice full of sorrow.
I never took my eyes from Aiden.
"Can you please leave."
Not even taking the time to wipe my tears, knowing they would just come back fast and hard once he left.
He stood and placed a card by Aiden's bedside table next to the flowers and other cards.
I heard the door close softly behind him listening for his footsteps to disappear before I broke down onto Aiden's chest.
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dumb-diary-shit · 11 months
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i can't write. i can't draw. i can't read. it's strange how the few things i am actually useful in are rendered useless beyond my control because my vision's been swimming and colors on a canvas no longer make sense and words on a paper can't add up and my pencil is untouched gathering dust on my cluttered desk. everything is cluttered. my bed. my floor. my room. my house. my parents, my siblings, my life. clutter everywhere. i don't know what to do. i still can't write. my notebooks are empty. i still can't draw. my paint is drying. i can't read. books are everywhere, stacked three feet tall, but none are ever opened beyond the 3rd page. i can't. isn't that strange. these are the only things i'm good for and i can't do them.
if i were a robot, could someone do a quick fix, update me, and let me get back to work? if i were a machine, could someone oil my rusted parts, and bring me back to efficiency? if i were anything but myself, could someone learn to love it enough to really fix it?
i want to be fixed. i want to be helped. someone please help me get back on my feet. someone please help me sit down. i'm tired. i haven't done anything. thinking tires me. that makes me quite stupid, doesn't it.
i've been sleeping. i've been lying down. i haven't been resting, don't worry.
i've been staring at a screen. i've been staring at a pen. i haven't been working, don't worry.
it's suddenly hard to live. it's suddenly a struggle to look my siblings in the eye. everything in my head is blocked out. i'm out of touch. things i want to do are suddenly tedious. inspiration, i covet, i grasp, it dissolves. ideas fizz out, and i'm tired again. the day goes by, scroll, try to do something useful, try not to break down when nothing happens, and scroll. then from all the nothing i'm doing i tell myself i've done too much for today and go to sleep, only to do the same thing tomorrow. i should try something else.
my brother calls me simple minded.
my sister still thinks i'm the brightest person in the world.
they ask me so many questions that i can never keep up with to answer. they need me for so many things they need me to help them hold to the ground as it keeps shifting and my head is up in the clouds and i can't tell them that i have the answers. i can't tell them that everything will be okay. i was good at lying before. i was good with words before. they're asking me how longer it's going to take for me to get it together. i say nothing. i say nothing because i don't think i ever will.
i don't see my brother too much anymore. i know i'm still his favorite sibling. i know that i'm still the only person in this house he ever wants to talk to. he's changing. he's seeing me for who i really am and he doesn't look at me like i'm his big sister. he used to look up and reach for my hand. he stares me in the eyes. i know this was coming. i know he's going to grow up. i know he already is. he doesn't come into my room anymore. i start coming into his.
my sister still has to look up to see me. my sister is small enough to fit between both of my hands. when i hold her, she feels like water slipping through my fingers, and i find myself desperate to close the gaps between the crevices, hoping that at least a few drops would still remain. she thinks i am the biggest person in the world and that i can do anything i want. i don't. she's going to grow up too. she still comes into my room. she still likes to play video games on my bed. sometimes i'm aware enough to tell her what games she is and she isn't allowed to play. sometimes, i'm aware enough to realize that she's growing up, because she doesn't always listen.
i can't write. i can't draw. i can't read.
my siblings knock on my door.
let's watch a movie together.
i put my things away and join them.
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susustudio · 2 years
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Silhouttes of girls in first place
by: amanda pu
Where is a place that brings peace? I’m someone whose always been incredibly attached to home, not in a physical sense but rather home in the sense of where my family is at. I’m not sure if I’m ever really at peace, I’ve lately come to the realisation that anxiety and stress are things that often come much too easily on me. I would say however that there’s something particularly comforting about lying in your bed at home, knowing your family is just outside your door, and that your biggest supporters in the world are so close to you. So perhaps the moment, rather than the place, that brings me the most peace lies in those weekend mornings where my parents have made breakfast and I get woken up by my mom and dad bickering over their next piece of gossip. 
What is something you would tell your younger self? I would advise my younger self not to be so quick to judge others. I think even now, but especially so when I was younger I had this mindset that everything was permanent and set in stone, whether it be decisions we make in life or relationships we have with others and between other people. Obviously there’s many things we all might wish to change about out past but I’m grateful for all my past mistakes because they’ve essentially made me who I am today. However I think that something my younger self would have really benefitted from was a genuine open-mindedness to open up to others, you never know who might become one of your closest friends in the future. You’ll never meet the best people in your life if you don’t try. But that also works in the opposite way, just as out relationships with others change, people might naturally drift away from you. That’s fine, we grow up and become different people – but there’s always going to be that special place in our hearts for that person you’ve spent your entire childhood with. There’s nothing wrong with change, embrace it and in turn, grow with it. 
How are you like who you were 5 years ago? and how are you different now? I am not of the opinion that people ever change in a sense, I believe that once the foundations of how we think and interact with others becomes set in our formative years in childhood, the changes we undergo afterwards are all superficial in nature. There’s the obvious surface level changes, my interests are different, there’s different people in my life now but fundamentally, I don’t think I’m much different. I guess the big change though is I’ve become a lot more comfortable in my own skin. I’ve basically come to the realisation that none of this matters, not in the nihilistic sense but rather that I shouldn’t take myself so seriously. Life is meant to be enjoyed so why should I be worrying so much about little things? That mindset is honestly the best thing that’s happened to me, things are only embarrassing if you find them embarrassing. Otherwise, they become funny little stories you get to tell later on, they get to build your character and ultimately make you a more interesting person.
What is an object that matters a lot to you? I know it’s a bit materialistic but the object that matters the most is probably my phone. I love my phone, it’s something I can’t be parted with, it stores all my memories and is a place I can reach out to others. However recently my phone has really been though a lot, I smashed the screen and got permanently locked out of it so I had to wipe the whole phone. I ended up losing all of my photos, which I’m still incredibly sad about but at the end of the day, the phone is just a medium, it’s not the actual object that matters but rather what it means. I see my phone as a crucial way to connect, and to keep in touch with all my friends and family. 
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hotch-stufff · 3 years
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Surprise, Surprise
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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!reader
Warnings!: there are no warnings, im not telling you a single thing. It's a surprise. Just read and find out ;)
Also, as much as I love him, Jack does not exist in this story, wasn't really sure how to write him in.
Author's Note: I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a while, I have had no inspiration and my bf dumped me so... ya'know that was nice. Anyways, finally getting some inspo, hopefully I will be writing more. Hope you guys enjoy this one :) Also, the mood board is mine, but the images are all from pintrest.
Word count: 1.4 k words
This is an emotional roller coaster
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You couldn't breathe.
You couldn't move, or speak.
Your knees gave out as you fell to the floor, sobs racking your body.
You felt arms wrap around you, but it didn't help. You were suffocating. He was your air, and he had just been ripped from your lungs. 
He was gone, dead.
Your husband.
The love of your life.
Aaron Hotchner was dead
* * *
You don't remember anything after the doctor uttered those words. You don't remember Rossi picking you up and holding you. You don't remember the sad glances, the tears shed by your teammates. You don't remember the car ride to your now empty shared apartment. You don't remember lying down and sobbing into the pillow for hours.
No, you only remember the pain. The unbearable pain of loss.
He was gone. Really gone.
You cried and cried for hours on end. Until you had no tears left to shed. 
Then you just lied there, staring at the wall, gripping his favorite shirt in your arms, remembering every little moment with him.
And it hurt like hell just thinking of everything you did with him. The day you met. Your first kiss, your first date. The day he proposed. Your wedding. Every little thing. 
And you wouldn't be able to do anything else. You wouldn't have kids with him. You guys had just talked about having a baby just the other day. He wanted one so bad. 
You shouldn't have waited.
Because now, now he was gone.
* * *
The next few days were a blur. You found yourself with home-cooked meals overflowing your fridge. A team member at your house every night. But it was all a blur.
All meaningless without Aaron.
The funeral was coming up. You didn't make any arrangements, you asked Rossi if he could handle it and he quickly agreed. 
He had taken care of finding the casket, picking a place, and finding a burial site. Everything. 
The only thing you had asked for was a closed casket.
You couldn't handle looking at him.
* * *
On the day of the funeral, the girls all came over to help you get ready. 
"Alright y/n, do you have a dress?" Penny asked as she walked out of kitchen.
"In the closet." You croaked. Your voice being hoarse from the crying and lack of speaking for the past two weeks.
"Okay I'll grab that, and shoes. Jj is going to make you breakfast and Em is going to do your hair okay?" You gave her a sad smile and a small okay.
Penny quickly walked back your hallway as Em began pulling your hair back in a low ponytail. You felt the tears begin slipping down your face once again.
Jj saw as she walked back in the room with a bagel and coffee.
"Oh sweetheart." And the dam broke. They comforted you the best they could. But they couldn't even imagine what you were going through, because he was gone.
* * *
The funeral was a blur. It seemed like everything was these days. 
It was a beautiful service. You don't remember much. Lots of hugs and 'sorry for your loss's.
It had gone quickly, and soon you found yourself in Rossi's living room. Everyone but the team had left, you sat alone. The rest were in the kitchen cleaning up.
You didn't move from your spot, sipping your wine.
Everyone walked in, and found spots around you.
It was silent. Not a single word was spoken.
"I'm taking a leave of absence." You spoke.
6 pairs of eyes shot to you, but they couldn't say they were surprised.
"It's just too much. I'm not ready to come back." Your voice was quiet. Rossi was the first to say anything.
"Take all the time you need." 
* * *
And you did. You spent about 3 months in that apartment, alone and sad and heartbroken. 
But you realized that Aaron would never want you to live like this. And you really needed to be able to pay the bills.
So after those 3 months, you gave Rossi a call. He had become until chief since you had left, and he instantly accepted you back to the team.
You were slowly getting better. 
Each passing case a distraction. 
Each one fixing you just a bit more. 
Each one giving your life a purpose, a meaning again.
And you felt better. You stopped crying yourself to sleep. You stopped sitting in silence for hours on end. You stopped crying every time you thought about him.
But you still visited him every week. You still thought about him everyday. You still wore your wedding rings, refusing to take them off.
But you were better. 
* * *
A few more months went by and you started going out with the team again. You spent more time with them. Almost every weekend. And you were somewhat okay.
And it wasn't until about 8 months after his death did your world come to another crashing halt.
You had been called in to the BAU, not entirely sure why, but you came in none the less. 
You figured it was a case, but Jj hadn't specified on the phone, which was strange.
You had walked up to the conference room, and were surprised to see the whole team sitting there ready to go. 
"Hey guys, do we have a case?" You asked, but Jj sent you a sad look causing you to grow worried.
"Y/n, you should sit down for this." You had no idea what was going on. What on earth was happening. "Peter Raymond recently resurfaced, and was taken into custody this morning about an hour ago. He resisted arrest and pulled a gun on an officer. He was shot and killed." Your heart hammered in your chest. He was gone. The bastard who killed your husband was gone. Rossi stood walking towards Jj.
A pit grew in your stomach, there was more, something you didn't know.
"8 months ago I made a decision that greatly affected this team. Aaron Hotchner received substantial injuries from the wounds he endured, but his surgery was a success and he was airlifted to an unknown location. His identity was changed in order to keep him safe. But he is alive." 
You couldn't believe your ears. He was alive. Alive? 
Your eyes shot to the door and there he stood. 
Aaron Hotchner. 
You couldn't breathe. 
You couldn't move or speak. 
He was alive, you should be ecstatic.
But you only felt anger.
Your eyes shot to Rossi.
"How dare you." You whispered out, surprising the team. You weren't an angry person, you never yelled at your teammates. But you, you were seething. "How could you do that. You knew he was alive and yet you let me suffer. You watched as I cried day and night. You watched as I let myself go, as I lost myself." You shook your head in anger.
Aaron stepped forward reaching out for you, but you shook your head.
"Dont touch me. Don't fucking touch me." You felt the tears fall down your face. Again. "You left me. You're dead. You're gone. Y-you left." You were shaking and crying and once again Aaron reached out for you, but this time you let him.
He brought you into a crushing hug, holding you like you had begged to be held for months. 
He was here, really here. You could smell and feel and see him. He was really here.
"Y-you bastard. You left me." You whispered desperately as you cried into his shirt. 
The team was quick to disperse. They too were mad at Rossi, and they wanted to reunite with Hotch. But they left you be, at least for now.
Aaron pulled back slightly, looking down at you.
"Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I wish I didn't have to. But he would have killed you and then he would have killed me." He had tears running down his face as well now. But you were so angry at him.
You pushed him away.
"I could have gone with you Aaron. You could have gone into witsec. You didn't need to fake your fucking death Aaron!" You yelled at him. you couldn't even believe you were eating this conversation.
"Y/n please, I'm so sorry." You were mad yeah, but you were so overwhelmingly relieved that it overpowered your anger. "I missed you sweetheart." He whispered out and you broke just a little bit more.
"You bastard. Y-you stupid man." You pulled him back to you and slammed your lips together. "You stupid, stupid man." You gasped out between kisses. 
"I know, I'm so sorry. I love you." He stated after you pulled away.
"I-I love you too." You were sobbing at this point.. "Don't ever do that to me again." He nodded, leaning in to kiss you again.
And you kissed your husband.
Because he wasn't gone. 
He was right here.
And god did it feel amazing to have him back
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