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writingmeraki · 11 months

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hot & cold I

READ PART TWO HERE !

a min ho mini series !

summary : Feeling the warm butterflies in your stomach as well as the cold sinking feeling in your heart wasn't the best especially just because of one person nonetheless you think it was worse because that person was none other than the guy you apparently hated with your entire existence.

( or you long crossed the blurry lines of love and hate when it came to Minho and were both just idiotic enough to not realise that until you had to force it out of yourself because of your stupidity.)

genre : angst, fluff, comfort !

pairing : minho x fem!reader, e2l, idiots to lovers.

warnings : mentions of alcohol and underage drinking, kissing and making out, cussing. both being dumb and too high on their ego. kinda blame it on Minho in this one I fear 😨

author's note : and as my obsession goes crazy, I knew I had to write a miniseries on Minho. I honestly have no idea how long it can be this time, it'll mostly depend on your feedback but also how long I make this but expect 2-3 parts more ?? this was written out of nowhere tbh because I had a really different idea for this. anyways enjoy and let me know what you think ! <3 ( not proofread as usual, we die like real men 😀)

based on this request !

word count : 4.3k

"Maybe you should put that down now."

Kitty said, observing the way you tipped down the cocktail, be it a secret yet not secret alcoholic one.

You winced and shook your head as you smashed the glass down after, Kitty having to shoot an apologetic look to the temporary bartender, who wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else but a party of drunk and horny teenagers sneaking in alcohol and downing it as though they were going through all stages of grief at the moment or in moments of classical teenage stupidity.

"Oh- KAY! I think that's more than enough." She pulled your hands away from the other cocktail that was served up,despite this one now being the only non-alcoholic, she felt it was getting a lot and you whined at her, she narrowed her eyes at you.

"Y/N, you've had more than enough."

"Noooo, I'm fine I can handle ittt." Your words slurred and she gave you a blank stare, holding up two fingers, she asked

"Okay then, how many fingers I am holding up?"

You narrowed your eyes, trying to think hard and giggled as you spoke

"Kitty, Katty since when did you have six fingers?" A drunken smile sat on your face as you leaned forward pointing your finger to count the 'six' fingers.

You vision was blurry but you were still able to make out the outline of what was in front of you.

Kitty rolled her eyes and sighed softly "How much did you even have?"

You put up both your hands, all fingers up and her eyes widened almost comically, it only made you giggle at her expressions,

"TEN? please tell me TEN sips!"

"Nooo silly, of course not…it was just three glasses with that sercret ingredient." You whispered to her as you leaned in closer as though you were telling a top secret and in a way it was, your lips were turned upwards, dimples lightly peaking.

"Alright, we have to get you back to the dorms then! Let me call Q and Florian, then we'll go okay? You stay here. Don't move Y/N!" She pointed at you, her words strict but you couldn't think about anything other than how pretty she seemed at the moment, so without much thought you blurted out,

"You look so pretty, Kit, you really do." Your eyes were half closed but you could see her wearing a tight black dress, her hair done down and straight, her black heels only making her figure look leaner.

Kitty, despite knowing you were drunk, couldn't help but laugh at your words, she shook her head and told you one last time before disappearing to find Q and Florian as soon as she could.

Looking up, the ceiling was multicolored, flashes of blue and green danced across it and you looked in awe as if it was a piece of art.

You looked around you, noticing the way the entire place seemed to be overcrowded but people were having fun, either getting shit drunk or dancing as if it was their last time.

Welcome to your life

There's no turning back

Even while we sleep

We will find you

You smiled when you heard the familiar tune and lyrics, having hearing it from your roommate and also ended up falling in love with it, the beat was slightly altered to make it more party pop but it only made it more better.

Standing up and stumbling slightly as you made your way to the dance floor, the world looking like it was moving fast as you also moved your body along to the crowd.

You felt as though you'd been hit so hard when you ended up colliding harshly into the person and you braced yourself for the fall, feeling as if you're flying high to come crashing hard into the ground.

Acting on your best behaviour

Turn your back on mother nature

Everybody wants to rule the world

And as cliche as it could get, you didn't feel the crash instead a stronger grip on your waist pulled you back up as the side face instead hit something soft yet firm.

You looked up and you felt the same awe when you saw the multicolored ceiling as though it was a piece of art, maybe even more, as your eyes scanned his face.

It's my own design

It's my own remorse

Help me to decide

Help me make the most

Colours shone on his face, highlighting his sharp jawline that you felt yourself get lost in, you continued to scan the bridge of his nose and his cupid's bow. You looked into his eyes and only felt your haziness increase as you felt the tug in your heart. They seemed to drink you in as you did him, and your gaze turned to the way one corner of his lips turned upwards.

The arm around your waist felt warmer than it should and you definitely felt the heat on your face, your entire body even. Your knees felt more weaker as you prayed your legs didn't give up on you, and with this the grip on your waist only got tighter.

Minho looked down at you, his gaze never leaving your face as he held you up. Staring at your lips for a little longer than he should have. The fact that he felt as if there were sparks of electricity running through just by the waist around your arm and most of your body weight on his, made him only want more. More than he should be wanting.

And again, letting your intrusive thoughts take the wheel of your actions, you lifted up one hand and brushed it along his jawline.

"Ouch…paper cut." Giggling at your ridiculous joke, you rested your head on his shoulder now, moving your arms around his broad shoulders.

Naturally, his own arms now fully wrapped around your waist and if someone, which more than a few heads turned, saw you in this position, it'd look more intimate than it should. Considering how far down you both go.

Minho smiled unknowingly, the sound of your giggles always making his heart race more than it should.

"I know you're clumsy as fuck, but I didn't think you'd fall for me this soon, I guess it would happen soon anyways considering how intelligent and good looking I am."

Your eyes moved to look up into his, noticing his lips pulled into a smirk that really only did more things unbeknownst to you,and you narrowed them before slurring out,

"You sound exactly like Minho, I actually thought it was almost you." You continued mumbling,

"But I know it's definitely not him, considering he was already busy with that…Madison." You rolled your eyes, slowly shutting them and you pushed your head back down onto his shoulders and moved closer to the crook of his neck, craving the warmth he radiated.

"Plus I'm sure he'd let me fall face first on the ground if I fell on him the way I just did." You mumbled into his neck, he felt himself control the shiver that run down his spine when your lips touched his neck as you mumbled.

Frowning, he spoke up, wanting to defend himself even if it seemed pointless,

"No, he wouldn't." He said firmly and you looked up at him as you thought of his words,

"Considering how we are, I don't think I'm wrong to assume he'd do that." Even though you were drunk, you spoke the words more smoothly as if it was a whole truth.

"Besides I don't even care what he does, he can go kiss that…that girl for all I care, no I definitely don't care if he does this with her, if he looks at her like that way."

Minho's expression turned down, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips pulled into a frown,

"What way?" He asked softly as he could see your eyes tearing up and you gulped sadly and you put on a dejected smile,

"How I wish, I wish he'd look at me, for once." You said more gently, whispering letting your vulnerable feelings speak up.

He only felt his heart sinking the more he took in the sadness and vulnerability showing on your face, he felt his guilt double than it had before as he recalled why he'd even been making out with Madison in the first place.

He'd felt his entire focus zone in on the person who'd just walk in the place.

Even as much as he seemed to hate your mere presence, his eyes always seemed to drift towards you much to his annoyance.

His gaze felt heavy as it dragged from the shoes you'd worn to the hairstyle you'd done. Your outfit consisted of a maroon tight dress that had ended just below your knees, a teasing slit running just a little further up your left side, just enough to make someone want to see more.

Your lips were a similar shade of maroon as you smiled, depths forming on your cheeks that tugged at his heart, your hair done down and resting just below your shoulders.

You looked…you looked better than he could even describe.

Beautiful would be a word, but he thinks it underwhelms you.

Kitty was beside you in her black dress and her hair done down but his eyes couldn't stop drinking you in as if it was not enough for him.

He wanted something he shouldn't. He shouldn't be thinking about you right now the way he is.

He forced himself to look away, searching for someone else in the crowd.

He looked better than he should and you hated the way your eyes moved to the dip between his throat and shirt.

Gosh that's such an ugly fucking colour you thought yet you felt fainter as your eyes scanned the way his hair was parted, something you knew only he could pull off. Some loose strands sat on his forehead and you hated the way you felt your legs almost give up in these tight heels as you took in the way the blazer fit his broad shoulders.

Fuck he looked good.

You looked at him, observing him scanning the crowd as he disappeared away.

"Let's get this party started!" Kitty said excitedly to which you lightly laughed,

"Kitty it's already started, we are already like forty minutes late because of a certain someone but sure! Love the enthusiasm! Woo!" You chuckled as you saw her excitement bubble down and then laughing along with you.

"Let's go then girls! The best place at a party, the bar!" Q threw his arms around both your shoulders as he sloshed himself between you, now pulling you towards the bar.

The bartender served up five mocktails which you thought were too beautiful looking to be drank but you raised a toast,

"Here's to meeting new people and ending our bitchless eras!" You toasted as you giggled which was followed by the rest clinking their respective glasses onto yours as you took a sip.

"Guys,I have something." Florian spoke as he pulled a flask from his blazer and your eyes widened at the sight, knowing what it was.

"Oh My God! No way… now you're the real one for this." You said as he winked at you and opened the flask, the smell already indicating what it was as he poured in a bit into yours and his.

"Ohh me too! Me too!" Kitty said as she pushed her glass towards him and he poured in hers as well.

"The last for the best." Florian spoke as he poured it in Q's drink which made him look away and you smirked as you saw him almost blush.

"Now this is a real toast." You finally clinked your drinks for the last time, now taking in a sip, wincing yet loving the bitter taste that contrasted well with the sweetness of the cocktail.

"By the way, Y/N, I don't think you're ever going to be able to meet new people." Kitty spoke which made you turn to her in confusion.

"I mean come on, you won't be able to meet new people because you already are into someone." She continued and now looked towards Q, him nodding in agreement as you still looked in confusion.

"Oh please, don't look like a lost puppy now, we all saw the way you basically bore your eyes into Min ho as soon as you saw him like a hungry vulture or something." Q said which made Florian chuckle and you only glared at his words as though looks could kill.

"You don't plan a murder out loud now do you?" You defended yourself as Kitty rolled her eyes,

"More like you'd kill anyone who'd dare even hurt a fraction of his hair." Kitty said to which now both Florian and Q nodded, feeling betrayal as you looked at Florian, thinking he'd been on your side to which he only raised his hands in his defense.

"Look, Y/N, maybe you don't see it, but you definitely go past the so called hate line you both have." He said as he knew you surely felt more for him than the passive aggressive persona you showed when he was around.

"After all they do say the lines between love and hate tend to blur." Kitty said as she took a sip of her drink and you only scoffed, ready to reply saying you knew where you stood and you were gladly under the hate side, despising Min ho because of his unbearable personality that would make you so mad.

So mad you'd want to punch his pretty face at times.

"Uh oh." Q said suddenly as his eyes caught a sight that he wished wouldn't have but they quickly widened when he realised you were literally right next to him and probably heard him.

Naturally your eyes moved to where he was looking, and oh how you wished you also didn't see what you just saw but for completely different reasons that you couldn't put a finger on at the time being.

Minho stood next to Madison as he whispered something into her ears, which made her laugh, you saw the way his arm was wrapped around her waist, hiding her close to him.

You felt like throwing up as your stomach recoil and churn, moving your eyes, not wanting to think more of this than you should. But it seemed as though it was impossible as the image replayed in your mind.

You felt the tension in the air when your face twisted bitterly, noticing your friends also tensing up and felt guilty for suddenly changing the cheerful mood.

"Guys come one now, I don't care, now go and have fun!" You reassured them as they looked at you skeptically.

"Listen, he can go and fuck around with whoever he wants, I really don't care. We shouldn't let this ruin our moods. Now go." You bit on your tongue as put on a tight smile, no usual dimples peaking, a sign it was fake.

Hearing the firmer tone at the end, Q and Florian nodded as they held hands "Okay then, find us when you need us okay?"

Q said as you just mindlessly nodded and they also moved into the flow of the crowd.

Kitty still looked at you skeptically but you just smiled at her, now a genuine one telling her to go on and finish her agenda of meeting new people.

At least one of you seemed ready to move on.

"Thank you." You heard a voice suddenly speak up from beside you as you sat nursing the cocktail in your hands, it's coolness relieving the warmth your body felt.

"Oh someone with manners, I like that." You said putting down your drink, deciding that if he can fuck around when he wants, who were you to not as well.

The guy next to you turns towards you, him taking in your figure, a smirk forming on his face as he realised who you were.

"I'm Geon." He said to which you smiled.

"Y/N." You spoke up to which he chuckled which made you a bit confused,

"Oh I know." You raised an eyebrow at his words,

"It's an honor to have the hottest girl here talking to me." He said with a grin as you then lifted your drink to take another sip, after which you giggled at his words, even though you didn't think you would have even been phased if it weren't for the alcohol now slowly flowing in your system.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more." You leaned in closer to him with a smug smile, biting your lip lightly to which you think again, this probably wouldn't be happening right now if it weren't for the liquid courage or your mess of an emotional baggage.

This whole spectacle was being seen by someone who'd otherwise think you were both already together. He rolled his eyes, looking away as he clicked his tongue, folding his arms and a scowl of both disgust and jealousy forming on his face.

Of course.

He thought looking back at the pair of Geon and you.

"I think she's better than all the other girls, even Yuri, people say she's the prettiest but don't realize that they are wrong. And Kitty next to you looks so underwhelming but both of them are nothing but plain next to you."

And despite you starting to feel more tipsy, you controlled the urge to just flip him off.

Instead you leaned in closer, raising one hand and cupping his face, bringing your face near his ear, as though you'd whisper about how he was definitely right, a light smile forming on his face.

That's what he thought at least.

Chuckling lowly, you whispered sweetly,

"You know sweety, what type of men I absolutely despise?"

You briefly made eye contact with him when he looked down at you from the corner of his eye.

"The ones who bring women down in hopes of getting into my pants and thinking that will actually work."

You trailed your hand down his neck, fingers lightly touching, he gulped as he shivered under your touch, the grin forming on his face long gone when he heard the venom lacing your tone.

"Let alone the fact that they are my best friends, and trust me, if I wanted to I'd punch the shit out of you right now but,listen to me carefully."

You rested your hand on his collarbone,

"No girl is meant for your judging pleasure especially not for undeserving dickheads like you and if you dare talk to me again, trust me, I can do much worse than you can think."

You leaned back and patted his chest, grinning widely, but your eyes said a completely different story.

"Now. Fuck off."

And fuck off he did as he swallowed nervously, turning around and moving into the crazy crowd,mumbling something under his breath, you not really caring to pay attention to his words as you sighed out, rubbing your forehead with your fingers.

Men are nothing but disappointment, what did I even expect ?

"Hey guess what!- what happened to you?" Kitty said as she suddenly appeared from your right side making you surprised but you smiled at her reassuringly, not wanting her to know what that jerk said for obvious reasons.

"Oh it's nothing, it's getting noisy that's all." Kitty didn't seem convinced at all because she did spot you talking to Geon, not wanting to interrupt when he saw you whispering something to him,

Huh so she really was serious about the whole meeting new people thing?

But when he walked away looking a little paler, she figured it was not exactly what it looked like, deciding that she should intervene now.

"Oh-kay but you know what, I just…" You now looked forward your back facing the bar as you placed your elbows on the counter, leaning onto them, raising an eyebrow at her for her to continue,

"I am glad I came here, I'm glad we all did, I'm happy, for once and it feels so…so good to be happy with you guys who I didn't think would even be my friends."

She said smiling at you, her sitting down next to your stool, and you turned your neck, looking at her now,

You smiled, finally a genuine one and it showed when your dimples showed,

"I'm glad I met you guys as well." You told her and just as she was about to say something, her eyes trailed towards your left, narrowing to make sure she was seeing right.

She froze when she saw you look at her, naturally wanting to see what made her look the way she was looking right now.

"Uh! Well look you know I'm happy you…uh well you agreed to come here!" She pulled your shoulders a little forcefully, the rotating barstool moving and making you now face her.

You looked perplexed at her behaviour, especially how she almost knocked you out but she just smiled at you, a little too forcefully.

"I just think you should know you deserve better than you think and even if it's not-"

"Kitty."

You called out to her, stopping her rambling, moving your hands up from off your shoulders.

"What's got you so…so nervous all of a sudden?" You questioned seeing her eyes still fixated behind you, her hand stopping you again from turning around.

"I just don't think you should see this. Really." She swallowed nervously and you waved her off,

"It's not that deep Kitty chill." You said but how you wished you'd listen to her.

You went rigid, seeing the sight now in front of you and clenched your jaw.

There was Minho in all his glory, kissing, no more like passionately making out with none other than Madison.

He had his arms around her waist as she played with his hair, and you could see her smile into the kiss. His mouth moved from her lips to her jawline and you watched her giggle as he seemed to be whispering something that made her laugh only more.

Fuck.

Why did it feel like someone just ripped your heart out and smashed it right in front of you with their bare hands?

You turned towards the bar, squeezing your eyes shut, holding your head in your hands as you felt the pounding in it get harder.

You gulped harshly trying to squeeze the image out of your brain,

"Y/N." Kitty put her hand on your shoulder, her warm touch contrasting the coldness you felt.

"Ah, I should have listened to you." You laughed but it held no humour. You could feel your emotions go all over the place as you replayed everything you'd seen till now.

Both of them laughing together, him looking at her as if she was the only on there, him focusing on her as if she was the only one there, him making out with her as if she'd slip away from his hands.

"You know what maybe I just need a little drink." You raised your hand up calling for the bartender and asking for two cocktails.

You put your hand out to Kitty expectedly, her frowning at the way you tried to act as if it was all right but she could see the unshed tears on your lash line.

Before she could say anything, you asked her quickly,

"Where's that whisky Florian gave you?" Talking about the flask she'd been hiding in her purse that was given to her by Florian.

"Y/N, you can't just drink away your emotions like this, you can't even handle alcohol-"

"Kitty, I'll be fine, just…just give it to me please?"

She sighed, she knew about your tendency to avoid talking about your feelings. She just opened up her purse and removed the flask just as the bartender served the drinks.

You took it from her and poured a questionable amount but you didn't really care at the moment, wanting to feel the high rather than the heaviness you currently felt creeping in your chest.

Raising a toast to yourself, you grinned up at Kitty, a sorrowness that only made her feel more and more sympathic for you.

"Here's to the most unluckiest person at the moment, me!"

That was now half an hour ago, and here you were now wrapped tightly around the very person who'd made you feel miserable in the first place.

"You know it's not even his fault. We don't even like each other. I'm pretty sure he hates me but why the fuck does it hurt so bad?" You whined as you pulled away from the supposed stranger's, attractive one at least, body and stood up on your own.

You pushed his arms away from you and you almost stumbles but held one hand out when he tried to hold you again to prevent you from falling,

"Y/N you'll fall-"

"No, I'm fine, I swear. I don't even know why I just dumped that weird emotional baggage onto you, sorry."

"Thank you anyways, for you know saving me from breaking my own face right there, if you want me to repay you, just come to Chemistry class first period on Monday!"

You stepped away from him and trying to not cry because no matter how drunk you were you didn't want to cry over some stupid boy.

Minho stood there, his eyes downcast as he remembered the look on your face, he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily.

How do I even begin ?

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ⌇ possesive!wandanat headcanons

request: can you do yandere wandnat x kidnapped reader. where wanda and natasha promised you more freedom if you can fuck the living hell out of them. contains: yandere!wandanat, dom!reader, explicit sexual content, strap-on sex, emotional manipulation, mentions of drunk sex, elements of noncon notes: not really comfy with kidnapping, but this was a fun req so i just wrote wandanat as really possesive lmao warning: darker themes and smut, proceed with caution

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ THE BEGINNIGS:

it was supposed to be a one night stand, but when you tried to crawl out of their bed at 6 in the morning, you were forcefully shoved back into bed by the scarlet witch

you were scared at first, this having been the result of a stark party with lots of alcohol. you were only there because bucky was your best friend and he had invited you

but you never expected one thing to lead to another to lead to a passionate few hours in a bed with the scarlet witch and black widow

you were trying to insist that you had to go for work, and it was slightly unnerving how mischievous their eyes were, almost scheming

it was a dangerous game you played last night, much less with two avengers, so of course you were saying that it was just for one night and you had to leave

but then they were giving you sad eyes, begging you to stay just a little while longer, and wrapping you into warm hugs, intentionally shoving your face between their tits, reminding you of last night's escapades

and then your cheeks grew warm again, realizing you couldn't really deny two of the most gorgeous women ever, so you let them pull you back into bed to replicate the previous night's activities

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ THE ENTRAPMENT:

before you knew it, you found yourself in a relationship-but-not-really with wanda and natasha

you really just wanted to consider it a fuck-buddies type situation, but from the way they acted you knew they wanted more than just that

you would be shoving your fingers up wanda's cunt, and you would be grunting at how wet she was, while all the redhead could blabber was "mine" over and over, like you could ever really be hers

then natasha would pull you into a searing kiss through your belt loops, with gentle kisses and much more sensual intimacy than just fuck buddies

looking into their expectant eyes, and feeling butterflies in your chest, that's when you knew you had lost the battle of temptation

the girls get progressively clingier, texting you more often and leaving voice messages of choked moans of your name

telling them lightheartedly to 'stop it, it'll only make me think about you two more', but they would just giggle and send you more, and those were the only things that could get you off those days

you never knew how to say no to them, so whenever they called you over for a quick fuck, you just nodded along and ignored the blaring warning signs

and that's where it started going downhill

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ THE DEAL:

with the recent influx of avengers-level threats, wanda and natasha were gone more often than not

the absence of their presence really took a toll, knowing that you had fostered somewhat of a dependency for the redheads over time spent with them

with the knowing that you had never really officiated a proper relationship with the two, it was probably okay for you to find other partners to quell your sexual desires, right?

wrong.

you hadn't even been able to take the pretty girl's coat off before she was being knocked out by the black widow in your kitchen

all you could do was stare shell-shocked

before you knew it, wanda and natasha were the ones taking you to bed, pulling you into bed and saying that no, you were only allowed to ever be with them

you tried to protest but the sight of wanda kneeling to suck on your strap-on, and natasha putting your hands over her breasts to feel her hardened nipples had your head reeling

"you wanna be with other people, hm? then you better fuck the living hell of us first."

and so you did, pulling wanda in closer by the locks of reddish-brown hair, and she let out a pretty gag, looking at you through lowered lashes and doe eyes

you began fucking her mouth, hearing it hit the back of her throat with each thrust, and you wiped away her pearly tears with your thumb

on the other hand, natasha was kissing you upside down, her nose bumping against your chin

you quickly grew impatient, and soon you had them both laid down and took turns fucking their drenched pussies

when you were done, you were fucking breathless, having been slamming into both of them non-stop for nearly two hours, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled

so as the black widow sat down on your face, with the scarlet witch sinking herself down onto your strap-on, your prior fears and apprehension completely faded away

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xhanisai · 27 days

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hello evil booper 🥘🚿🤩 for the ask game!!

Good evening mah d00d UwU~ I hope you're having a good day so that I can make it better by evil booping when you least expect it again :)

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

I'm really excited to start my AU multichapter fic when I can! It's where Gabriel is the Black Cat holder, Adrien is the Butterfly holder and Marinette is still Ladybug but she's orphaned (a slight life swap between Marinette and Adrien in canon-ish?). It's something I brainstormed about in 2020 and somehow four years have gone past lol...

I really want to write about their team and rival dynamics, the trials and tribulations they'll face and how they take on the villain who is a mysterious Peacock holder. The lovesquare is going to be so fun to write too and it'll be so interesting to see how a more open and honest Adrien interacts with a closed-off, distant Marinette.

Oh, and Gabriel accidentally killed Emilie when Adrien was a kid so the latter has a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge grudge and the former is a wet-cat pathetic man who is genuinely trying to be a better person~

🚿Where do your best ideas seem to strike?

When I'm not writing 💀 I could be trying to focus on drawing, brainstorming, portfolio site managing or music and then suddenly boom. 100K fic idea decides to twerk in my brain as if it's the next Ricardo.

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

Every positive comment I get is so meaningful and makes me happy it's so hard to choose just one! I've been sharing fics online since I was thirteen too and I've received so many!

If I had to think of the few that stand out to me, it has to be the ones that mention how they enjoyed the way I handle really dark topics such as torture, mentality, brutal experiences and so on. Especially if said readers mention that they're usually not one to read topics like that.

In my last fandom, I wrote a fic that focused on the psychology and crumbling mentality of one character because canon really, really fucked up and I was an unsatiated little shit. I didn't expect it to do so well and sometimes I reread the comments and reviews I received on that story.

Comments on my feel-good, happier stories are amazing too! But there's just something about your readers connecting to the vulnerabilities and the suffering you portray in your story and I just LOVE LOVE LOVE it.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK, MWAH MWAH MWAH

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: Daniel Radcliffe is going to be a father at the same time I’m posting this plotline did I manifest that baby into existence??? -Danny

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March—May 2004

"You're joking, right?"

"Why would I be joking?"

"Because you just had Josephine..."

"The sooner we have them all, the better," Erick shrugged.

"Anne," Mel blinked. "How many children are you planning to have?"

"Six!" Anne said. "Or Five. Depends."

"On what?"

"How long it takes to have a boy."

"You keep getting pregnant 'cause you want a boy?" Ginny snorted. "That's mental!"

"I mean, if they want to have a boy then by all means do! But... isn't it easier, like, adopting? Or maybe use magic?" Mel suggested.

"That would be cheating."

"Having children is not a game," Erick stated. "Listen, if it were up to me I'd be happy with the girls we have, but Anne insists on having a boy, so we keep trying."

"Not the worst sacrifice you've had to make, is it?" Mel teased him.

"If my wife wants it so badly, how can I refuse?" He grinned.

"Be careful, you could end up like Mel and Harry," Ron mentioned as he entered the drawing room.

"Very funny," she scowled at him.

"I still can't believe you're having twins!" Hermione shivered. "It's a bit scary to think of two mini Mels running around—"

"They could be mini Harrys!" Mel responded angrily.

"Yeah, but that is so frightening we prefer to ignore it," Erick joked.

"Stop it!" Harry threw a chicken bone at the man across the table.

Mel turned it into a butterfly. "Don't do that in front of the kids!"

"They're not paying attention!" He looked over his shoulder. "They're braiding Padfoot's tail..."

Emily, Elizabeth, Teddy, and Regulus were dressing up the boy's dog like a fairy. The black pet was sleeping soundly, unbothered by the children's game.

"So when is your baby due, anyway?" Mel returned to their former subject.

"December," Anne smiled. "It'll be our Christmas present to the girls."

"Ah, the only thing a rich man can't buy—"

"A baby?" Ron chortled. "Pretty sure he could do it if he asks around..."

"Happiness," Mel kicked his foot under the table. "A real family."

"I had a family already," Erick looked at the group with endearment. "I just wasn't a father."

"Have you seen the babies' room? Ginny and Mel just finished it yesterday," the mention of fathers pushed Harry to talk about his near future. "It's really nice."

"It was loads of fun!" Ginny said blithely. "I bought loads of toys, it's so fun being able to spoil children that aren't mine..."

"You sure are putting to use all of the money you've got," Ron raised a brow. "And you still won't give your poor brother free tickets for your games."

Ginny raised a brow. "Last I checked I had no poor brothers."

"C'mon!" Ron complained. "Not even as a wedding gift?"

"That's supposed to be something for the both of you! Not just the groom—"

"I wouldn't mind free tickets, actually," Hermione announced. "I'd like to see you play."

Ron and Hermione's wedding was approaching, it would be far smaller and more private than Harry and Mel's, but it was still an exciting event for everyone.

"Really?" Ron stared at her in surprise.

"Well, I used to enjoy watching you lot play at school, I just didn't like that you were so intense about it."

"It was the only thing I could do without your help," Ron quipped.

"That's right, you would ask for ours instead," Harry retorted.

Ginny chortled. "If you guys really want tickets, I can give you some. Would you like to go too, Annie? You've never been to a Quidditch game, have you?"

The woman's eyes brightened. "I'd love to!"

"Can I go too?" Erick inquired.

"What about you guys?"

Mel looked down at her growing middle in worry. "As long as it's not in August..."

"Oh don't worry about it, I'm sure the staff will make sure Mel Dumbledore remains comfortable and happy if she goes to watch our games," Ginny smirked. "Would give them a good rep in front of everyone else."

"That without mentioning they would hate to face Harry's rage if she's mistreated," Ron added.

"Look at these!" Mel beamed. "They're so sweet!"

"Are we going to be those parents that dress their twins in the same way?"

"No! That's nonsense," Mel chuckled. "Buying two of everything sounds like a waste, and if they grow as quickly as I did, the clothes won't even last them for a year— if I could, I would just have them wear a diaper all day and then maybe a little coat if it gets cold..."

"That way they would catch pneumonia," Harry raised a brow. "You have been reading the parenting books Erick lend to us, right?"

Mel gave him a look. "I was joking."

Harry smiled a little, he looked back at the small trousers in front of him and sighed. "I never had new clothes after I was sent to my aunt. It feels nice, being able to buy stuff for my kids."

His hand went to Mel's belly in a gentle action, he would do that quite often, as if trying to convince himself that it was real, that their family was about to grow twice as big.

"What do you think?" He asked the babies. "Would you like to spend your first year fully naked?"

Mel waited to see if the babies would kick, but nothing happened. She sighed. "They'll do it soon, hopefully..."

Hermione was ten years older than when the Yule Ball had taken place, but she was just as breathtaking when she stepped into the aisle. Ron's eyes remained on her throughout the whole ceremony.

Mel, who still enjoyed taking pictures with her old camera, realized how big her family was now that her friends had started to get married and have children. Everywhere she looked, she saw kids running around and laughing.

Everything they'd achieved during the last few years had done wonders. The recovery of her uncle, his healthy sons, her sturdy relationship with her grandfather, Mel's mother working as a magizoologist next to Newt Scamander's grandson...

"Everyone gather 'round!" She called. "We have ten seconds and not a large lens!"

Mel was pulled into the group and was squeezed next to the bride. Harry, Ron, Hermione and her were at the centre of the picture, and probably the happiest of the whole crowd.

She thought of her parents at James and Lily's wedding, and how different everything had ended for them. She would never be able to repay all of their sacrifices. At least they knew, somehow, that everything had been worth it.

"Now, that's a belly!" Emily exclaimed.

Mel got to her mother's house looking tired, she and Harry had been looking at cars the whole day and she was exhausted, all she wanted was a nap. Sure, being five months pregnant was not much, but it was starting to get uncomfortable.

It was strange, how she was losing her agility. She didn't like it. Mel had always been active and graceful, but now she was clumsy and slow, which was keeping her in a constant bad mood.

"Don't," she walked past her mother and stepped right into the drawing room. "My feet are killing me."

Reggie ran up to her and hugged her, Mel grimaced when he crashed against her stomach. "Let's play outside! I taught Padfoot how to walk on two legs!"

"In a minute, Leggie," she rubbed her lower back. "I've been standing for hours."

"I'm sorry," Harry said guiltily, entering the room after greeting Emily. "You did insist on coming along, though..."

"Going together is fun!" She argued. "I hate this... not the babies, of course," she added quickly, "but the whole..." she gestured vaguely. "I used to climb trees and hit bludgers with a killing aim, and now look at me... running out of breath after a five-minute walk..."

"That's normal," Emily reminded her, "you'll start to get tired more as time goes on, don't be so... you, Mel."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She frowned.

"You're impatient," Regulus was still tightly wrapped around her even now that she'd sat down. "Everything always has to go fast, fast, fast! Otherwise, you get all pissy about it."

"Who taught you that word?" Their mother frowned.

He grinned. "You swear a lot when you're distracted, mum. Mel does too. It's a bit of a miracle how I'm so well-behaved, isn't it, girls?"

"Little prat," Mel pinched his nose.

"Reg, you are too cheeky since you learned to use words," Harry sat next to them, ruffling the young boy's tufts of hair. "You're a lot like your father."

Padfoot rushed into the house then, he was a young dog with a lot of energy that really reminded them of Sirius' animagus form, only that this dog was definitely a dog only. Butt sniffer and all. The pet wriggled his tail with delight as soon as he saw Harry, who was very fond of the animal. The puppy placed his head on the young man's lap and demanded to be petted.

"If I put my ear really close to your stomach, d'you think I'll hear the twins?" Her brother inquired with curiosity, already pressing his head against her.

Mel laughed. "I don't think that's how it works, Paddie."

"But they are there, aren't they?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't see them, so how do you know they're there?" He frowned. "How do you know if they're still alive?"

"Leon, don't say that," Emily replied in disapproval, but Mel waved a hand dismissing it.

"It's alright, it's a fair question," she said calmly, "I don't know if they're okay all the time, I just hope for the best until my next appointment with Daphne."

"And doesn't that scare you?" Reg looked at her with his big grey eyes.

"I'd be very scared if I didn't know I have you looking after me," she ran a hand through his hair lovingly. "Cause you are looking after me, aren't you, Leggie?"

"Don't call me that," he wrinkled his nose, pushing her hand away. "That nickname is plainly terrible."

"Tell me about it," Harry looked at her with mirth.

"That was great, how you handled Reg's question," Harry said to her once they were back home.

"It's nothing," she brushed it off. "The first time he asked about his father, I promised myself I would never lie to him. Regulus won't have to doubt me the way I doubted everyone when I was younger. The truth has never scared him."

"You think so?" Harry hesitated. "There are things I'm not certain he ought to know."

"What things?"

"What happened to us during the war, who is he related to— you know, the Lestranges..."

"Why not?"

"Well... I don't know if a kid can understand that completely. It might just hurt him."

"Harry, whatever happens, he'll face it without flinching. I don't mean he'll bury his feelings or anything like that— he's not like me. Regulus simply has no ounce of fear in his body."

"You are no coward," he replied promptly.

"No," she smiled in her Dumbledorish way, "but I've run away from things many times, I've never seen Reg do that."

"So what I'm hearing," Harry continued, amusement written on his face. "Is that we must pity whoever ends up crossing him?"

"I just hope is not a Malfoy," she chuckled.

Harry was barely waking up when he heard his wife gasping in the kitchen and dropping a plate.

"Mel!" He ran, his heart beating wildly. "What's wrong?"

He reached for his wand on instinct but stopped as soon as he saw her smiling face.

"They're moving!"

"What?" He stammered in confusion.

She gave a start, pulling her nightgown out of the way. "They did it again!"

Her free hand seized his, she snatched his wand away and placed his palm on her belly, now considerably bigger than it was at the start of the year. Harry's heart did a summersault the moment he felt the movement under his touch.

"You felt it?" She asked. "That's them!"

He was speechless, too focused on what he was feeling to form a coherent thought.

"Twins..." was all he managed to say.

Mel's eyes were so bright they might as well have been stars robbed from the sky. "I was just singing to myself, listing the chores I had to do— I think they're responding to my voice!"

Harry could relate to that, Mel's voice had always pulled his attention, even when he was fifteen and trying his best to ignore her, he would constantly catch himself looking for the sound of her in every room he walked past.

"Talk," she encouraged him, "maybe they'll move for you too!"

Harry stared at her belly feeling nervous. Why was it so scary, he couldn't tell.

"Er... hullo?" He tilted his head. "Babies?"

"C'mon, Harry!" She pouted. "Talk like a dad!"

"What's that like?" He frowned. Harry looked down again, he cleared his throat. "Your mother wants me to speak to you."

He stopped, it was the first time he'd referred to Mel as someone's mother. The words rolled out of his tongue easily, he didn't even have to think about it. After he did, his entire world was flipped upside down. Mel would be a mother. He would be a dad.

Mel sat down on the nearest chair and encouraged him to keep talking. He crouched before her and placed one arm on Mel's lap and stroked her silky pants with his fingertips. His other hand moved up and touched her middle, his index finger grazed one of her old scars.

"You know, your mum is the bravest woman I know," he said. "Even before we planned on having you, she did many things hoping she'd get to meet you one day, so you better appreciate her, or I will let her dress you in nothing but diapers until you're three years old."

Mel laughed, and they started moving again.

"There you are!" He exclaimed happily. "You two love Mel's laughter, don't you? You're just like me! Em says I would always pinch Mel's cheeks whenever she laughed when we were little, she never understood why I did that, but my dad thought it was funny. He said that I was trying to figure out if Mel was a mermaid."

Mel watched him ramble for a while, beaming at the way his voice got increasingly more joyful with every story he shared. She could see him five years in the future, telling all kinds of stories to their children.

"They stopped," he looked positively disappointed. "Should I try something else?"

"I think you put them to sleep," she tried not to laugh. "I know who'll be reading them bedtime stories once they're born."

He got up stiffly from his place on the floor, grimacing a little. "Merlin, we need more comfortable kitchen tiles."

Mel bit back a smile. "Don't make me laugh..." she looked at the broken plate beside them. "I should clean that—"

"Let me," Harry quickly got to work, vanishing the broken plate and the ruined eggs. "I'll cook you something else."

The witch stared at her husband adoringly. "I don't know why you keep freaking out about being a bad parent, Glasses, you're already doing a wonderful job."

"You know, one thing wizards did right, was this," Mel sat down happily on the tall bench at the bar and pointed at her clothes. "Robes! Haven't bought a single piece of clothing since I started to get bigger!"

"D'you wear 'em when you go to the muggle town near your house too?" Aberforth asked her with a barely noticeable grin.

"Yeah, most of them think I just have a weird taste," she grinned.

A group of men entered the bar, they stopped when they saw her, but Mel smiled at them and nodded her head as a greeting.

"Maybe you should go upstairs, girl," Aberforth suggested, staring at the strangers with a glare.

"Oh, but I came here to see you!" She pouted. "And Reggie wanted to visit as well, you know he loves you..."

"That boy tells everyone that walks into the bar that he's my grandson! He should stop that, confuses people..."

"Oh, only the idiots get confused," she brushed it aside. "You're the only grandad he knows, Abe! What's the matter with him wanting to adopt you as his family?"

"I'm not his grandad."

"Do you hate my brother?"

The old man grumbled a reply, and she giggled.

"You adore that boy."

Regulus came in from the back door, his pants were stained green and he had a bunch of flowers in his hands. "These are for you!"

Aberforth stood in shock at the bouquet the boy was offering. "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else?" The boy frowned. "They're for the bar!"

"My bar?"

"It's so quiet and sad here, these might cheer things up!"

Mel snorted at her brother's explanation, Aberforth was not amused.

"Take him out of my sight before I turn him into a toad! Wouldn't be that hard... already born with those eyes..."

"The more you push him away, the more he'll follow you around, Abe, I'm warning you..." Mel got to her feet. "Come on, Leon, let's visit Fred!"

"But if it isn't my favourite customer and his rich sister!" Fred welcomed them into the shop with open arms. "Had lunch yet? Jo will get here in five, we can all go to the three broomsticks!"

"Can I have a butterbeer?" Reg asked him.

"Abe didn't let him have any," Mel explained.

"Sure! Go take a look around the shop, mate, I'll give you anything you want with a fifty-percent discount."

"Really?" Reg's eyes went wide.

"As long as you promise to use it on Harry and Ron," he winked at him.

Mel hit his shoulder.

"There you are!"

The young woman looked up and found the teachers from Hogwarts at the entrance of the establishment. Hagrid was the first to get to her, he'd never been as gentle as in that moment, hugging her like she was a porcelain doll.

"Yeh getting quite big, aren't ye?" He beamed. "How're yeh?"

"What are you doing here!" Mel exclaimed delightedly.

"They heard I was having lunch with you and Fred, and they decided to come along," Joseph said with a smile, kissing his boyfriend shortly before taking a seat.

"We've been planning to pay you a visit, but now that you're here, might as well see you now," McGonagall handed her a primly wrapped parcel.

"This is not a broom, is it?" Mel teased her.

The woman laughed, it was weird how friendly she acted now that Mel wasn't a student.

"Open it!" Flitwick urged her. "We all put something in!"

Mel was so intrigued by his statement that she obliged. A small blanket was on display when she finally ripped open the wrapping. It had a faint scent of lavender mixed with something that reminded her of the greenhouses in the castle.

"This is..." she stared at it in awe. "Is beautiful."

"Having twins is a lot of work," Sprout said.

"It's our o'n making," Hagrid said proudly. "I knitted it."

"Pomona mixed some soothing herbs from the greenhouses and washed the fabric with the result, Filius and I put protection and cheering spells in it, that blanket will keep your twins warm and cosy no matter what."

"And if you pay a little visit to the castle, Slughorn will give you something extra to take with you, he's so enthusiastic about the news," Sprout added with a smile.

"Merlin, you're all so sweet!" Mel teared up. "I don't know what to say... this is... don't deserve..."

"Oh, hush dear," McGonagall said sternly. "You were one of the bests students we've had the pleasure to teach. Watching you grow and accomplish things beyond our expectations is more than enough payment for a lifetime."

"If I grow to be smart will you give me presents too?" Reg piped up from his seat, he'd been watching the group attentively.

Mel had a hard time hiding her laughter. McGonagall's face adopted a more serious expression.

"Young man, if we're still around by the time you attend Hogwarts, I assure you we'll do our best to keep that mind of yours as occupied as possible."

"We're home!"

"Brilliant!" Harry's voice came from the kitchen. "We're baking!"

Mel heard her young brother give a short gasp before running out of sight. Harry and Teddy were spending some quality time together. However, when she walked into the kitchen she found the Flint girls also seated at the table.

"We have a lot of guests tonight!" She smiled. "Are we celebrating something?"

"Mummy and daddy went to the baby's appointment," Emily explained shortly. "To see how is our sibling doing, you see."

"I see," Mel said in amusement. "And Harry and Teddy are making dinner?"

"Teddy wanted to use the oven, but I didn't want him to set our house on fire, so I'm helping him," Harry replied.

"I want to help too!" Regulus run straight to the faucet and washed his hands in a hurry.

"You can set the table if you want," Harry offered. "But be careful!"

"I'm always careful," Reg said proudly.

The girls waited patiently in their seats, watching such tiny little witches behaving like royalty was always entertaining, it was obvious Erick and Anne had done their best bringing up their daughters.

In their own home, though, they were very different. Emily continued to be similar to her father, clever and charming, but Elizabeth was all Anne, with light brown hair and green eyes, and freckles spread across her nose and cheeks. She was always running outside in their garden, getting her overalls stained with mud and cat prints. Josie was too young to know precisely what kind of personality she had, but she'd definitely inherited her father's dark curls just like Emily, though her eyes were darker than Erick's.

Since Mel was so entertained, she also took a good look at Teddy: he was a little too short for his age, and his hair at the moment was purple. His eyes were brown like his father's but he was definitely as clumsy as his mother. He seemed uncomfortable when people paid attention to him, and he would give Leon Regulus wary glances whenever he was loud and dramatic.

"What's that you got there?" Harry asked her.

"McGonagall, Sprout and Flitwick went to Hogsmeade with Jo and Hagrid to say hi, they gave me this!"

"It's supposed to help you shut the twins up if they get too whiny," Reg said bluntly, setting a plastic cup in front of Josie and patting her head as he walked past.

"They put soothing stuff in it," Mel gave her brother a mildly annoyed glance before continuing. "It was really nice of them, I went up to the castle to say hi, and you won't believe what Slughorn told me."

"What?"

"McLaggen is thinking of applying for a position as an Auror."

"No!" Harry blurted out. "Not that idiot!"

All the kids stopped and stared at him in shock, some more delighted than others. Harry blushed and apologized briefly, he was always careful not to swear in front of the children.

"Maybe he's not such a pain now, maybe he actually grew up!" Mel said humorously. "Can't be worse than Movak..."

Harry groaned. "Maybe, but if he shows no respect for authority during the trials I'm kicking him out."

Mel laughed. "Since when do you care about respecting authority?"

Harry glanced at the children. "It's not how it used to be when we were their age, Mel."

"That's true," she looked over his shoulder. "Smoke's coming out of the oven, by the way."

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(TW) Heavy Angst With A Happy Ending Masterlist

before/after (ao3) - katesofheaven

Summary: Dan and Phil have a dying daughter and they deal with it in different ways, both before and after she goes.

Butterfly (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Phil Lester, a lonely writer, finds a dying boy with beautiful black wings on a cold, rainy night in a dingy alleyway. He recognizes the boy as one of the winged men hated by human society. They are considered to be wild, ferocious beasts, but Phil's sympathy forces him to help the boy.

What happens when the boy, considered to be a wild beast, gets too attached and follows him home with an innocent, dimpled smile?

Can We Just Pretend (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: After being seen cuddling with a childhood friend, Phil thinks Dan is cheating.

Change Will Come (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: Dan’s a depressed university student. Phil’s just a cute coffee shop barista who writes notes on Dan’s hot chocolates.

Choking on My Thoughts of You (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: The first time Phil coughed up a petal, he thought he was seeing things. He blinked, staring at its perfect edges, almost as if to will it out of existence. There was no way something so small and perfect could have come from his lungs. That couldn’t be possible. Yet there it sat, perfect and white as can be, cupped in his hands.

Phil loved Dan so much it was killing him.

dollhouse (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan's parents are fighting, again.

Expectations (ao3) - my_happy_little_bean

Summary: They expect you do well. They expect you to succeed. That's everyone's expectations.

You, however, have different expectations from different people.

And you're tired of them.

helplessly helpless: I’m alive, can you hear me? (ao3) - MANIAvinyl

Summary: Dan’s been in a relatively good place. He’s kept his head screwed on tight recently. So because the worst of the storm has passed he feels like it’s on him to help the world to de-stigmatize talking about mental health. When he mentions this to Phil, though, it’s finally revealed how much the last few years have impacted his best friend, too.

Really, I just wanted to explore Phil’s side of the story regarding Daniel and Depression. Because mental health doesn’t just affect the individual; it also affects those close to them, in ways we can’t imagine until we’re the ones on the other side.

hippo milk is actually pink (ao3) - deletable_bird

Summary: In Which Dan Is Drunk, Phil Is Also Drunk, They Hook Up, And Things Just Kind Of Go From There

Maybe I miss you (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Phil leaves Dan for several months to temporarily live in New York City and work on a movie set.

The distance between them drove them both insane, but neither of them could voice the reason why.

When Dan comes to visit Phil in New York his feelings are threatened to spill after an encounter with one of Phil's new friends, but he keeps lying- to both Phil and himself.

Hopefully he can eventually tell the truth, because Phil gets another long-term job opportunity in California and Dan can't take any more distance.

Maybe It'll Last This Time (But I'm Gonna' Love You) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: “Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back . . . then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.” -- Kill Me Softly, Sarah Cross

You love him, but it's a little complicated.

Missing (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: "So we have a new update on the serial killer running loose around London-" Dan turns the tv off, he didn't want to hear anymore. He just wanted Phil back home, safe and sound.

Seized (ao3) - rainbowchristy

Summary: It started out as a fun day at the park but it ended in terror. Phil takes his little Dan to the park and while Phil is not looking, Dan suddenly gets kidnapped. What will happen to Dan? Will Phil ever see his boyfriend again? Did Phil have something to do with it?

To Love You (ao3) - A_Million_Regrets

Summary: Dan is a rent boy, a male prostitute, a cheap whore, another slut for hire . . . He's heard many more derogatory terms used against him in pointless arguments, regardless of whether it be with friends, family or a random stranger in a dingy pub. He's ashamed of who he's become, but he never says it out loud. He hides things, things like his shame, his pain, and the fact that he's helplessly in love with his bestfriend, Phil Lester.

Unrequited (ao3) - thiccennugget

Summary: Phil doesn't believe in soulmates. Dan's been searching for his for years.

Wonders Never Cease (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Dan and Phil were one of the 'it' couples at their high school until one day, Phil blindsides Dan with a break up. Hurting and seeking comfort, Dan befriends Tyler who helps him get through the first tough few months of the break up, mending his shattered heart. But Dan doesn't want to move on. He wants to be with Phil and maybe, just maybe, in the end, he'll still get to be.

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mazuwii · 2 years

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Playfighting with their S/O

I re-wrote this because the last playfight chapter was shit.

And I'm busy wondering whether I should write a Levi fanfic, a dilf Jean fanfic or a knight Erwin fic... and lowkey I feel like I should quit my Reiner fic

Thank you for the support even though I don't write often! I do write oneshots so if you want a scenario with a character just comment it here- or anywhere lol

Warning! Sexually suggestive

Levi:

-finds it annoying at first, trying to fight back the urge to pounce on you and giggle with you like a shy school boy. After you resort to tickling his sides he gives up and spins around to grab your hands, tumbling on the bed and wrestling with you. He doesn't need any strength to keep you down, you're too busy laughing under him

While wrestling with you made him feel 20 years younger, he had work to complete, so with you held down, he leans down to peck your forehead and leave back to his desk.

Eren:

-Challenging him to a fight isn't the smartest idea, rather than a joke, he saw it as a challenge. Since Eren doesn't see you as a girlfriend/wife he sees you more as... an equal so he is never gentle with you under the assumption you are just as strong as he is.

Immediatily when you initiate the fight, he knocks into you and strangles you weakly but you manage to spring up and roll him onto his back, struggling to lock his palms over his head.

Somehow this excites him so much that he used all his strength. Now you're under him with teary eyes and a twisted arm.

"Holy fuck, I-I'm sorry! Are you okay?! Here let me help you lie down!"

Eren made it up to you by being your slave for the rest of the day, wincing anytime he heard you moan about the pain.

Bertholdt:

Bertholdt has the type of laugh that makes you so happy to hear, like it's not loud but it's hearty and you can tell he's having fun and that's exactly how he laughs when you wrestle him.

Being as tall as he is, he went easy on you, allowing himself to tumble around with you like two cubs until suddenly you pin him down, smirking above him.

He's probably turned on☠ submissive boi- AND HE DOESN'T EVEN TRY FIGHTING, HE ENCOURAGES IT BY SECRETLY USING HIS OWN STRENGTH TO THROW HIMSELF AROUND (to make you think you're stronger than him)

From that angle he's getting butterflies, if men had coochies, his would have a pulse anytime you did that😭😭

Reiner:

King of manhandling your S/O, it's so funny, he loves showing his strength off but he keeps having intrusive thoughts like 'holy fuck I could kill her right now if I go too hard.'

Here he is, hovering over you with one palm pinning both of yours above your head. (Size kink triggered?) Again, he's enjoying it, watching you wriggle and struggle to break free from him

While I did say he manhandles you, I forgot to mention he does it on a soft surface so that you don't get hurt. He's trying very hard to be gentle.

Scooping you up without warning and then effortlessly chucking you on the bed, throwing you into different positions everytime you break free, honestly he's just so fucking suggestive☠

-the only thing that hurts after a playfight with him is your ego.

Jean:

-Isn't bothered at times but when he's in the mood he can have a lot of fun play fighting with you. Like the amount of times you've both fallen in weird and absurd positions makes him laugh so hard, he even takes photos sometimes.

"I won't let you win." He says as your close to grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down. In the end, it'll either end in a tie or him exhaustedly flopping back on top of you with a tummy-aching giggle.

Armin:

He doesn't playfight, he just tackles you and tickles you when you say something to make him flustered

Erwin:

-He reminds me of an affectionate cat. It's amazing at how gentle he is even when he's trying to wrestle you, you can break free anytime but you can't? Does it make sense

With the soft way he's clasping onto your wrist, you'd think you can eadily yank it away but you can't, it's super confusing and makes you panic because now he's tickling you just so that you weaken completely.

Playfights with him never end up with a winner or loser, it ends up with you both kithing 😙😙😙

Zeke:

He seemed a bit down, just reading a book with his glasses hanging lowly on his nose. You pouted at both the lack of attention and how bored he seemed by the book. But then again, Zeke wasn't very expressive.

You gently drummed at his juicy thigh, waiting for a reaction but he only eyed you for a few seconds, as if warning you to stop. Despite his seriousness, you were taking it as a hint to continue, springing up to your knees and lowering his book and replacing it with your cute face.

"Oh no, the monster has lost entertainment, now she has come to me." He jokingly faked a scared expression, "Away, you freak." His finger pressed against your nose, pushing your face away.

"Zeke!" You whined, grabbing his book and chucking it on the floor. He looked at the book and back at you in astonishment, mouth gaping as if he couldn't believe you commited such an act. You had totally offended him.

"You're lucky I know what page I was on, you brat!" He tackled you on your back, "I do nothing but spoil you and this is how you repay me? Hm?"

However you could not respond, how could you when his fingers wriggled into your flesh, forcing a victorious giggle booming from your throat, hands fumbling to catch his own.

"Stop!" You said in between frantic breaths.

"Will you promise to behave yourself?"

"...no."

"THEN SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!"

"AHHHHHH!"

It's always more playful than it is hurtful, as stupid as Zeke is, he has never hurt you during a play/fight.

Porco:

Man he's just trying to solve a math theory that his friends challenged him and Reiner to do and he does not- WILL NOT allow Reiner to get it before him. Infact, he went home straight after they gave him the theory, determined to beat the blonde man that -unbeknownst to him- did not care or even try.

Yet two hours into it, he still could not understand. When you walked in on him, his hair was disheveled, falling to his brows. He fisted a handful of his hair, too frustrated to notice you walk in the room.

"Pock?" You called. But he couldn't hear you, not through the stress. Having the thought of Reiner solving this before him messed with the wires in his brain. What's worse is that Reiner could figure this out any second he wanted to and Porco was nowhere near close!

Before his mind could feed more into his paranoia, he felt a pair of legs at each of his side. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, finding you straddling his lap. "You look like you got into a cat fight."

Your teasing did not help, the only useful thing it did is slightly distract him. "Not now squeak, I have a whole math equation to fucking solve." He huffed, voice so husky he sounded like a villain plotting another evil plan.

"Oh come on! This isn't about the competition between you and Reiner is it?"

His olive green eyes burnt into yours, silently admitting that it indeed was about that issue, without words.

You rolled your eyes. "Really? Reiner thought it was a fricking joke, he's all the way in the arcade with Gabi and her friends. Not studying like he's some sort of evil proffessor."

"You're patronising me babe. Quit it."

"I'm not. But I'm bored and hungry so can we go eat something?"

"You can eat without me"-

"No! Now get up!" He exhaled in frustration all over again as your climbed off his lap and pulled his collar, causing him to stumble after you into the kitchen.

"Stop." He grumbled, but it only encouraged you to turn around and snatch his collar with both palms. "Or what?"

"I swear you make me mad just for your entertainment." He looked down at you, failing to intimidate him due to the little smile lighting up your eyes. "Come on, what will you do if I don't stop? Hm?"

"You know what?" He said, making you excited. "I won't do anything because I know you're getting off from this." He walked past you and grabbed an apple, leaving you dumbfounded.

He decided to fuck the math equation and sit at the couch, not bothering to change the channels. You had left it on a penguin documentary and it was stuck in the explanation of how they mate, constant videos of them dogging each other.

Porco crinkled his nose in disgust and set the apple away, not having an apetite anymore.

"What's this?" By the time he turned to face you it was too late as you crawled on top of him. "Penguin porn? I didn't know you were that weird Pock."

With him leaning back underneath you he raised a brow. "I feel like you're horny."

"Whaaat? Me? That's crazy, nah I just want you to pay more attention to me instead of a penguin dogging a sledge of ice."

"I swear you're so annoying."

"But you love it. Besides, I hate seeing you frustrated all the time, can't you let loose once in a while?" You complained, sitting on his thighs and sighing, "I bet you think about Reiner more than you think of me."

He sprung up, frowning. "Of course not!"

"Show me then, you're always making that stupid 'thinking-of-reiner face where you look like you need to badly take a dump."

Hange:

-She bites.

-Not just your neck, she bites your shoulder, your arm.

you assume she's going insane since she has you pinned against the bed and whispering about how she'd never hurt you

-ಠ_ಠ

Pieck:

When the TV show ended, you stretched, your muscles aching after cuddling Pieck for an hour and a half. "Y/n?" She looked heartbroken that you'd let go of her. Her head was resting on your chest but now it had fallen on your lap.

"Aren't you tired of laying down Piecky? Come on lets do something active before we sleep."

Now she was offended. Something active? She'd much rather have a nap after staring at the bright TV screen for an entire hour. "Nooo." She held onto your arm before you could get up.

"Not this again, Pieck, I swear sometimes I think you're secretly a panda."

"I don't wanna get up- hey! Stay!" She forced you down, the blankie slipping off of her as she pinned you down. "Stop." You laughed at her, "I know what you're going to do, that won't work."

"That's what you always say~ but you never fight back on purpose."

"Okay... maybe I like it... but that doesn't mean I'll nap with you!"

"Mm." She leaned down to kiss your neck, feeling you twitch under her hold only encouraged her to suck. "Pieck." You barely supressed any noises, holding back the urge to tangle your fingers in her hair. She kissed the spot and grinned up at you playfully, "Look at you getting all shy for something so small, do I make you flustered?"

"I... quit teasing me."

"It won't be plain teasing if you stay." She chirped, somehow it made you agree to stay put, letting her go down on you.

Mikasa

-she doesn't have an interest in playfighting you unless it's gentle playful pushing.

-like she puts you into a loving choke hold and leaves kisses all over your face

-doesn't let go unless you kiss her back

Mike:

-Please he's having so much fun, you can hear him laughing from under you as you try twisting his arm behind his back and before you know it your legs are hanging off the wall and he's grinning at you

-Please he doesn't even try to scare you he just leans in to rub his nose against yours

Sasha:

-she's winning no matter the situation, she throws herself on you and you're both tumbling around in your room like two lion cubs

, Sasha plays dirty, she grabs at your pants and pinches your love handles, even bites just to make sure she's winning.

After you seperate your bodies from each other she gives your ass cheek a hard slap.

Annie:

-she doesn't play fight because there's a huge chance she may hurt you

-instead she watches as you try to take her down with a restrained grin, she eventually purses her lips and bursts out laughing at your dumb attempts

Kenny:

-He knows when enough is enough but you sure don't💀

-You're jumping on his back trying to headlock him but his neck won't budge and he's like "Hey kid stop with the crap before I show you a real fight." But in a playful tone.

-Because you're brave, you don't stop and it ends up with him flipping you over his back and almost against the floor, you

launched into his arms and his arms are squeezing your waist so that you're right against him and he whispers in your ear. "What did I tell ya?"

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Headcannons and thoughts on the Tokyo Revengers Guys Pt.1 +18

Synopsis: It's 3 AM... Honestly when I write a story it’s a little more filtered so I’m just gonna freestyle and speak about my ideas on the TR guys! It'll be an endless train of thought just being spewed out. Not much of a story just thoughts ya know. They will be trashy and dirty and yes all aged up with especially boten arc in mind because they are especially fine af more in that arc and Idk why but yes!

Warnings: MINORS DNI! I will block you! These are naughty headcannons! mentions of Daddy/Mommy kinks, sexual activities and can/WILL be very EXPLICIT, make-outs, sex toys, oral, forceful make-outs kinda?, and all the fun times. IF YOU DON'T LIKE EXPLICIT CONTENT LEAVE I'M NOT JOKING

Extra: If you stayed. CONGRATS!! 🥳 you're just as horny as I am lol. I use s.o. and them, they, and theirs as the pronouns in the writing because idk who they are dating lmao. whoever it is... lucky them

Was thinking about who would be best to make out with after writing that last post and honestly it’s a tie between Hanma and Kazutora and how they'd be as lovers overall (sex wise). and honestly, Kazutora might be the best lover... maybe it's just me but let me prove my point first. He's not my main either which is funny.

my 🧠 : But what about rindou and ran?! Sanzu too! I NEED BOTEN TRIO CONTENT!

I'll do them for fun honestly they are the three that people are most horny for and i understand. These are also just my thoughts and ideas on the guys but maybe ya'll might agree too.

Rindou Haitani

He seems like more of a sloppy kisser. He likes it wet. body kisses most def and loves hickeys (receiving more than giving). tongue and out of breath is good but I feel like he’s more of a ‘cuddle me’ person so making out isn’t what he enjoys most you know. His ways of showing affection lie more in touch and small gestures. He likes kisses especially from his s.o. Nothing wrong with that I wanna pat his head but he’s soft and stubborn… plus he’d need to be dommed and needs a top. He's into sounding rods. He can top from time to time but he’s definitely a sub… yeah most definitely. He love’s mommy and daddy tops and is one hell of a bratty bottom. Yes, I believe Rindou is a bottom. Please try to tell me otherwise because I’d like to understand why some of y’all think he’s a top. nipple piercings... he would totally rock them.

Ran Haitani

Is more of a giver and a biter too. He leaves them in more hidden areas because he’s possessive and your body is his and for his eyes only. Body kisses also and more sensual make-outs. He’s got a nice tongue technique and is gentle af till he fucks then it’s a whole other story. Even then he’s more of a watcher during sex and enjoys butterfly and missionary because he can see their entire face while they're a mess beneath him. But he’s not much of a kisser during sex. Into sounding rods. I feel like out of the three he’d be the more gentle one and the one that would be most enjoyable. ran would probably have a jacobs ladder piercing 💀 you can’t tell me I’m wrong. If you don’t know what it is… keep it that way or be prepared for those photos. I believe in sugar daddy ran and love those fanfics if you haven't read them... highly recomended #sugardaddyransupremacy

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Oh lord… this man. Rough af. Probably would force a pill down your throat and he’d be controlling everything. In public it’s a kiss with maybe tongue from time to time but alone… god I’d be frightened. He’s a face sucker and would try to eat you lmaoooo. Honestly his head game is strong tho. He’s messy and sloppy but he can and will eat you out like a five course meal. Kissing is okay but out of all the TR guys his head game is top tier! With piercings I can see him having one for his tongue and on his tip. He'd have the vibrating piece for his tongue... why did I never think of that before.....

NOW WE GET TO THE BETTER PART on why I believe Kazutora and Hanma are make-out gods. Make out sessions are fun, sentimental, sexual, messy and sometimes it’s nice to have a little bit of everything and I believe they would be capable of fulfilling those needs.

Hanma Shuji

He’s. got. game. He smokes so his lung capacity might not be that good but his tongue game is amazing. He would be able to go all the paces and would absolutely please his s.o. and his kiss sends a message. He loves makeouts and his sessions happen during sex and even just for fun. his kisses are just addicting and he has that charisma that would just pull someone in and his hands are huge so when he wraps them around the other person or lifts them up they'll be engulfed in his embrace. He’s an ass grabber too bad whether his s.o. Has one or not and he’s loyal. He’s a ride or die and he is loyal af. When he says he likes you… he likes u he means it. His kisses are deeper than the surface and are A. Dick. Ting. (lol) he also has addictive kisses and can just sit for hours making out. He also likes to overstimulate his lover and drags his kisses out and his breath tickles and his voice changes to a lower octave that just sends chills down your spine. And when he squeezes his lover tighter he loves it when they moan and groan in his mouth because the vibrations turn him on more… gosh this man. will probably fuck them silly if driven to the point. rough and merciless at times but will also be gentle when needed. Mainly rough tho and makes them sit on his dick so they can feel him entirely. Loves when he's got them pressed up against him because he wants to feel every inch of them. Probably has a jacobs ladder and prince albert piercing

Kazutora Hanemiya

This man... so soft and so rough. Looks like a tiger, cute, fluffy, fierce, and acts like one. Definite fluff master on the streets. Shoulder kisses, hand kisses, and treats them like royalty. They slip up? Don't worry he won't get mad at them (he'll blame it on Mikey) and he's sweet. butterfly kisses everywhere and a real gentleman. His kisses are soft and his lips are never chapped. soft and glossy always ready for his s.o. to treat him to kisses. He's the boyfriend who will let them sit on his lap and wrap his arms around them while talking to his friends. but will move his leg to tease them in public. sweet but loves to tease them in public. stressed and want his company? He'll give them head in bed, at their desk, in a private room hidden away at a restaurant or public place. He'll dick them down too with his hand around their mouth to make sure they don't make a peep and so he feels their moans and knows how good he's making them feel. He's a giver and loves to satisfy. Loves it when they tangle their hand in his hair. his kisses are like chocolate and will melt in their mouth and make them melt in his hands too. He is so loving and giving and he is not afraid to praise and also loves it himself. He's not afraid to make noise either and is so shy when receiving... I'm getting off topic but yes Kazu is def a very good lover. His touch is soft and gentle but fucks rough. Will treat their body like a temple and his hands love to roam while they make out and likes the soft moans in his mouth too. Does not mind when they take charge and loves it when they treat him well. He's just a good guy ya know. obedient and loyal. No piercings besides his ears maybe a septum but no dick piercings really. Maybe. He would think about it but not be tempted to. Also a switch. Doesn't mind being a bottom from time to time either and loves receiving but prefers to give and has a toy collection.

someone pass the grass cause i need to touch it. I've spent too much time thinking about this but I hoped you enjoyed it you, filthy sinners! haha who should I write about next?

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Memories 2016: Disc 4

So I asked awhile ago when I said I was going back to watch every memories DVD they have released so far, if you would be interested in commentary from me as I did so. There were a lot of people who said yes, so here we are! I have officially watched BTS Memories of 2016. Here are my thoughts as I went. There were 4 DVDs in this one. The posts over first 3 discs is already up and on my masterlist. Reminder that these aren't going to be smoothly written out thoughts. You get these like I'm live reacting, texting my bestie or live tweeting. Lol it'll be in like bullet point format sort of, just... a commentary post as I go. Lol Hope you enjoy anyway! Let's go!

Disc 4:

On Stage Asia Tour:

They went to 10 cities (Seoul / Taipei / Macau / Nanjing / Osaka / Nagoya / Beijing / Manila / Bangkok / Tokyo) for this tour. It was an extension of their 2015 HYYH tour. The tour kicked off in Seoul on 160507.

Track List:

1. Run

2. Danger

3. Autumn Leaves

4. Tomorrow

5. Butterfly

6. Outro: Love is not Over

7. Outro: House of Cards

8. Intro: What Am I To You?

9. Boy In Luv

10. Save Me

11. Fire

12. WAB pt 2

13. Cypher pt 3: Killer

14. If I Ruled the World

15. Silver Spoon

16. Dope

17. Boyz with Fun

18. Attack on Bangtan

19. No More Dream

20. Epilogue: Young Forever

21. Whalien 52

22. Miss Right

23. I Need U

We start in June with the boys in Taipei. A minute into the video and we have jikook playing games already. Lol little wrestling robots game. Jimin bragging he won too much and JK saying it's only because I let you win (something he started doing with frequency in 2015) and then doing a rematch where he wins super quickly. Lmao poor Jimin.

This was also the same time as rehearsals for this concert that we see jikook practicing their COA performance. And JK mimicking Jimin on his 333 dance and immediately turning to check to see if he made Jimin laugh (he did 😊). Maknae line crazy dance times together in between stages 🥰

In Macau is where we get the iconic Sope skit with the recorder music that Hobi plays with his nose and Suga can't help but giggle over. And they thank their fans for the gift of such a luxurious recorder

I will never understand why they film them eating meals or snacks right up in their faces. I really don't need to see it and dang, let them eat without risk of accidentally inhaling the camera too with how close they get 🤣 the dance party from how good the snacks were though and excitement for the concert was adorable.

In Nanjing (July), Love seeing Jihope help the others perfect the choreo and picking out little things they can do to make the overall performance better. Main dancer things 🥰 and then vmin taking a break between rehearsals and the concert to play basketball together!

Jin dancing to ARMY singing songs before BTS even takes the stage 🥺 I love that they get to feel so much love. RMs inspiring little speeches before they go on to his members, do our best! And then we just got clips of total chaos and I want more please! Lol taekook piggy back ride, everyone hyping Suga up for his verse by patting him all over and jumping, Jimin swinging in between TaeJin, Tae on JKs shoulders, Tae's Boyz with Fun dance... I'm noticing a common factor in this craziness being Taehyung 😂 love him.

Tae2Seok proposing to ARMY during their ending mentions. Lmao dangerous idea to give out my guys. 😂 followed by their talks to the camera at the end with Jin continuously proposing to Jimin (somewhat aggressively lmao) before JinJiKook all ask ARMY to marry them too. What is this?! What was the joke? 😂

In Osaka now! They were all so excited during rehearsals and cutesy teasing Tae about how often he said "now" during his VCR recording. (He did say it a lot lol.) Man, rhey also are making Jimin dance on every show! Either showing parts of Fire and the 333 dance before, but now it's Butterfly 😂 and ahh the way JK looks at him while he sings so Jimin can dance everytime. So fond. Such a big smile. And this time Jin did it too!

Jimin jokingly holding Jin back from giving the camera kisses for the end of show mentions. And then Jikook have been doing so many of their camera talks together lately. Lol "the youngest teased me so much today everyone" lol okay Jimin. They are so cute. Followed by Jin and Jimin reacting to JKs celebrity bromance show, which I have already made a post over here too.

Nagoya concerts! Yoongi being so professional and working with the sound techs over what should be higher/lower for instruments and Members voices. Being so knowledgeable and so cool. And then JK following him around in tiny and mimicking everything he says giggling softly to himself and at the camera 🤣 "suga hyung won't scold me" indeed.

Lmao right before the concert. JK is trying to talk to the camera and Tae is just belting his lungs out across the room everytime he tries to talk 🤣 jin sharing how backstage is like a war zone as they have all 7 members trying to get changed and their hair/makeup freshened up in just 3 minutes but that he always finishes first.

Jikook playing together before rehearsals on day 2 with silly dances 🥺 Jin proposing to ARMY AGAIN and the editors being savage lmfao "Jin became cringeworthy" rude omg 🤣 everyone teasing Joonie for his Day 1 Day 1 chant the day before. Lol and at the very end, Jimin jumping onto JKs back when they are leaving the stage before giving his ending mentions to the camera. 🥺

Beijing concerts. I'm not sure what Jimin was dancing too in the middle of rehearsals but JK was loving it. Jimin was going hard too! Lol during their rehearsal break we saw Jimin cracking up laughing while filming a video of Hope, which he later posted to Twitter for us. And the way they have meetings together before every show to hash out exactly what minor things need to be changed depending on where they are performing and give reminders on how to give the best show. They work so hard it's crazy.

Beijing is where we had RM, Jin and Jimin all take turns dancing part of the Butterfly choreo to either JK or Tae singing acapella. Something they have been doing this whole tour, switching it up. But this was the iconic one where JK was watching Jimin dance with all the love in his eyes while singing

RM ended up suffering from over heating and having trouble breathing and couldn't finish the concert. It was heartbreaking but also very touching watching JK and army fill in for his rap verses and Suga take over for the speeches. They did a really good job though. And they were all so worried and concerned when talking to the camera afterwards, especially Jungkook, who couldn't even really think of anything to say, just kept looking off to the side, like he was wanting to be able to just go check on his hyung. They love each other so much. It's never the same if one isn't there.

Manila shows, end of July finally. Jikook walking to the stage with their arms around each other 🥺 and Jin is always acting the cutest on his way to their stages!

Lmao JK playing around with sunglasses and acting silly while the stylist Noona is trying to shove clothes at him and help him get dressed quickly for the encore stage. He is NOT making her job easy. Lmao these stylists all the patience of saints, I swear! The rapline hyping each other up on stage will never not get to me! And they were all so hype for the NMD dance break too!

Everyone was soooo excited by the crowds reactions. JK saying ARMY was his energizer. The hyungs all smiling super hard and being so thankful. Tae just shouting love you to the camera for army over and over. Jimin crashing his interview and jumping on Tae's back this time. Lol they were all so happy after this show!

Bangkok shows now! (160806 now). The amount of Thai food they had on a spread looked amazing and the short impromptu eat jin video we were gifted as well! Jungkookies smile hearing ARMY screaming before they go on stage 😭 Tae giving using his hand to give flying kisses from Jin and JK both. So cute

Yoongi walking off stage so tired he basically just skips saying anything to the camera. 😭 someone let him take a nap soon! We also see the staff taking JKs mic off and him holding his arm like it hurts. Then when Jimin comes up while he is talking to the camera to give him a back hug, he knocks his arm a bit and JK is obviously in pain. Jimin then practically forgets all about the camera, trying to figure out what happened and what hurts. While JK spends just as much effort trying to pretend he is fine and to distract Jimin from it, including teasing him and when Jimin says he is getting old going, but you are only 22? Lol before they walk off together. I'm sure Jimin did not forget about his arm and wanting to find out what happened either. It was cute the way JK wanted to not worry him over it though.

Toyko tour stop! Hoseok, our dance leader, scolding JK for not properly checking his in ears and sending him off to fetch them again. Lol I love that side of Hobi too. Jimin spent almost this entire video with black hair, and is now back to blond for Toyko! And Yoongi has darker auburn type of hair now!

Hobi dancing to JK singing Tomorrow this time! And TaeJin dancing to Fire! And Jin is letting the whole "Nikonikoni" thing GO. Lmao TaeJin are sitting back stage with their arms around each other and Jin is STILL going on with "Nikonikoni" into the camera and during when he danced Fire. Lmao is this where Tae picked it up from for his iconic line in the middle of Attack on Bangtan that sent Jimin into a laughing fit so hard he missed his lines to sing after that? 🤣🤣

Day 2 shows everyone preparing to get on stage, stretching all serious. Captions "everyone relieves stress in their own ways" cuts to Jin acting a fool and big smiles all silly. Lmfao Jimin walking up behind him watching him with the fondest smile, and trying not to laugh. And JK practicing the choreo the same exaggerated way with Namjoon walking up behind him with a smile and then a nod to the camera 😂

Taes voice during Boys with Fun will always be one of my favorite things! Plus his improvised dance moves that the rest of the group then copies afterwards! And Tae being RMs biggest fanboy during his Save Me verse!

Jin and Tae hanging out under the stage waiting for their cue to enter, Jin blowing kisses to Tae and Tae rapping along with the verses above.

The way that everyone encore stage included Miss Right where they passed out little merch balls from baskets, throwing them into the crowd was adorable. Even more so watching them skip around stage with the baskets and half the time someone ended up wearing said basket on their head when it was empty. Lmao surprisingly, it was usually the rapline who wore the basket hats so proudly!

The utter CHAOS that broke out right after Hobis ending mentions to ARMY and Otsukare started playing and everyone went crazy on stage dancing and jumping around to it. Lol just for RM to bring it back down after a bit with being the last to give his greetings and making everyone cry saying "we would have no most beautiful moment in life without you." And Jimim giving his backup dancer friend a big hug when they all came out before everyone joined hands for the final bow😭

Hobi ending the DVD off with a super sweet speech about the tour admist all the staff cheering like crazy for the members so sweetly.

And that wraps up Memories 2016! This was amazing and their hardwork, as always, is so highlighted and soooo admirable. One of my favorite things was seeing Namjoon greet ARMYs in their language everywhere they went. The dedication he has in making everyone geel welcomed and special is so beautiful. In conclusion, I love them. Thanks for letting me share my thoughts! 💜

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#my thoughts over memories 2016 #my thoughts over memories dvds

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The Dark Past | E.P

part 4 of the series

You can check out other parts here and even something more on Edmund!

This is not a stand-alone part , so I'd recommend you to read the other parts first .

Warnings : Arranged marriage , changing POV's , time skip , English is not my first language . anything else?

Pairing : Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader , Lucy Pevensie x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary : After an alliance marriage with King Edmund , y/n begins the new chapter of her life only to be welcomed by her worst fears - thunder and lightning . But the thing to be noted was the fearless princess- y/n had a fear as such ..

Age : Edmund is 18 , reader is 17. (Golden age)

Third person POV

Not delaying much , y/n and Edmund leave behind the walls of cair paravel to spend time together , after a breakfast which had some awkward glances shared between Edmund and y/n and some funny glances between the other siblings .

Nothing to lie , Ed and y/n both knew that the other one knows that there's no scandal going on and that y/n was simply gone to Lucy's room yesterday night . But the uncomfortable silence was something that was disturbing the couple who walked towards the stable to get themselves a horse for long travels , as they both clicked together while answering the question on how to travel ?

"Ah ! Kind Edmund and Queen Y/N ! What a pleasure to have your highness here !" A white horse , Dorcas as they called her , greeted the couple .

King Edmund greeted her back and asked her "Dorcas , would you mind giving our new Queen a lift ?" .

"Not at all my king !" Dorcas came forward rather proudly , but just as y/n was about to climb , a sweet voice spoke up .

"Whatt?! Y/n , you and Edmund should go on the same horse !" Lucy stuck the idea out , wait .. they both didn't notice her presence until now !

Both y/n and Edmund wiped their heads towards her , who was smiling teasingly .

Edmund , if would've been honest in here , really wanted y/n to sit in front of him while he rode the horse , he didn't know why , he just wanted her to , but he waited for y/n to make a move . Where as y/n wanted the same , but wasn't too comfortable asking for Edmund to do it . Not knowing why , Edmund thought she wasn't comfortable with the idea and popped up with an excuse quite easily

"Lu , we are gonna race on the horses , we had a talk about it already , right y/n ?" Edmund asked her for cover up.

"Yeah Lucy" y/n timidly replied .

Lucy wasn't that convinced but agreed and took farewell . Edmund let out a breath he didn't knew he held .

Y/n concentrated back on mounting the horse and did it as easily as one ever could . Edmund smiled rather proudly at that , the feeling that 'this girl' is my wife warmed his heart ... And slowly his cheeks , as he realised y/n was staring at her , while he was being dumbfounded .

He cleared his throat and mounted Philips , his horse.. and both the horses slowly walked swaying their tails .

Y/n's POV

Holy . Aslan.

Was Edmund staring at me with pride ?

Wait.

He was staring at me . He was staring at me !!!! Oh my my-

Wow I can't believe I'm reacting so much on a simple thing as this. He might be staring proudly at Dorcas , you know narnian horses .. like they are something to be proud of . The way the horses look is nothing less than beautiful .. oh by the way , did I mention to myself on how handsome Edmund was looking today ? His messy hairs , twinkling eyes and his dark green clothes .. oh and the crown on his head just made him more enchanting , just a king right out of someone's dreams . Okay I've been trying to stop these embarrassing thoughts but...it's been tough to not get attracted to this king ... Anyways , as my horse , Dorcas began moving , I tried my best to look at everything except Edmund .

Also hoping it doesn't rain today .

Edmund's POV

She caught me staring at her .. eww that's so embarrassing . I hope she doesn't think of me as creepy or something . I've been trying to not react to these strange butterflies in my stomach , but .. it's tough . Ofcourse I know what those butterflies are for , I maybe took an liking to my wife ... No I have to get over with constantly calling her my wife.. what's wrong with me ? I know I'm actually starting to like her in a romantic way , but I can't just start claiming her , right ? As Philip began moving , I looked ahead , making sure to make this time that I got to spend with her , a memorable one.

Time skip..

Still Edmund's POV

"They're beautiful" Y/n spoke softly , as if trying not to disturb the peaceful environment .

I watched her fingers delicately touch the petal of the beautiful flower as the horses slowed down a bit for us to take a look . We were in the forest of Narnia , roaming around and smiling .. well atleast I was smiling like a foolish everytime she looked in my direction out of surprise for the beauty of the forest . The sun shone gracefully , making it warm , but not hot , which I was grateful for ofcourse .

"Yeah , Narnia has tons of beautiful views ." I wanted to add the line 'even queens' but .. it felt too soon to flirt .. and I don't even think that's a good line .

She smiled warmly at me as her Dorcas moved to the end of the forest. Finally , we could sit somewhere and I could concentrate on something else than my wife- y/n's beauty . As soon as the view in front of me cleared , I noticed we were near a cliff as soon as we exited the forest . The air was in full force , but gentle at the same time . It felt nice to see a whole bunch of Narnia from somewhere top . I slowly slid down of my horse and saw y/n doing the same . Could I be more thankful to aslan ? No , because I know I'm not that gentlemanly when it comes to it . I wouldn't have offered y/n any help and that would've been such a bad impression , good that she's independent . I looked at her to indicate that I was going to the cliff . Noticing my looks , she followed me .

With our legs dangling in free air and our hands mere inches apart , we admired the view in front of us .

I didn't want to think of work , I felt so relaxed at the moment . With that , I closed my eyes to feel everything around me .

Y/n's POV

Throughout the ride in the forest , I felt Edmund's eyes on me . Maybe ? Or was he looking at the other things in my direction? Ugh .. I could've atleast looked back into his eyes at that time to know .. but I didn't . I don't even know why I begin to blush as soon as my eyes meet his today .

At the moment , I could feel his body heat as our hands laid mere inches apart , on the floor , supporting our lean and relaxed posture . I looked at him , his side face looked at pretty as he was . His eyes were closed as he took in the warmth and positivity .. maybe he was happy that he got a day off , and I felt like he was enjoying how relaxed he felt . But the quietness didn't feel right ... I wanted to enjoy and make sure I don't waste a second with him .. because I know how busy a king could be . I don't know how just some attraction for him can change me from an unhappy bride to a curious one . I wanted to know him ....

Before my brain could stop , my mouth threw up the words "So , Tell me about yourself Edmund "

Edmund peeled open his eyes and those intense eyes met mine , infinite number of emotions in them ..

"Hello , my highness . My name is Edmund . Edmund Pevensie from Narnia . I'm the King Just and it's a pleasure to meet you" he spoke with a small smile/smirk tugged at his lips .

I let out a small laugh and spoke "Oh ! It's a pleasure to meet you , King Just . I'm Y/N . Y/N Y/L/N-" I stopped myself as I realised that I was no more a Y/L/N .

"Oh , I'm really sorry . My name is Y/n Pevensie and I'm a Queen of Narnia , The King Just's Wife ."

Edmund smiled a bit (and maybe , according to my eyes , he even blushed ?) at me and spoke "Come on , y/n . Tell me about you , I've heard a lot about you from your people but it'll be better to know it from you "

"Your wish is my command" I laughed with him and began telling him about me , without realising how easily we both conversed .

Time skip

Edmund's POV

"Really ?!" Y/n let out a snort when she heard how I defeated Peter so badly in chess

"Yeah , and then Peter gave me his classic look.." I made Peter's face , earning another beautiful laugh from her .

"Oh my god , you all are so fun and amazing to be with ! Just like a real family would be !" She remarked , but I couldn't quite understand what she said .

"I didn't get it " I spoke up .

"Oh , what I mean is , that you all are a family , right ? But in many kingdoms , family is full of wrath and jealousy . I haven't ever met a family like yours . It's really such a fun to hear your stories . I like it when you don't have to be king , I like it when you are Edmund , just Edmund " she spoke .

"I'm glad you liked my stories !" I exclaimed , deciding not to comment on the last part of her sentence .

"So , you're really good at chess and horse riding , huh?" She questioned .

I cockily replied "I'm good at other things too , but since you highlighted these , yeah I'm good at them !"

"and has anybody managed to defeat you ?" She questioned

"Not a soul !" I answered back , smirking .

"Then , King Edmund , I'd request you to be prepared for your very first defeat in the above stated fields .." y/n replied , a playful smile stretched on her face

"Oh really ?" I question playfully

"Yes , really .." she smiled at me childishly

"And who's gonna do that?"

"Me , your beloved wife !" She exclaimed proudly

I smiled at her , and she smiled back , but our eyes could shake off from each other . A silence encircled us as our eyes refused to leave each other's . Involuntarily , my eyes shifted from her eyes to her lips , and back to her eyes . The classic move before kissing .

And she leaned in . But the twinkle in her eye told me something was off . As soon as I began leaning in and we were close , she got up and ran towards Dorcas .

Mounting her horse , she yelled "The first one to reach the castle , wins the race !!"

I got up and ran towards my horse , even though we didn't kiss , my heart was hammering in my heart and blood was rushing furiously throughout my body . I , soon reached Philip and we raced towards the castle .

Time skip

Third person POV

"Haha , Edmund , you loose !!" Y/n teased Edmund as she waited on her horse while Edmund made his way to her ."I didn't expect you to be fooled so easily !" Y/n laughed as she dismounted Dorcas and patted her .

"Hey ! I'd rather blame it on your beauty ... It hypnotised me .. as it does everytime !" He clearly flirted . Like , yeah he did. Edmund's heartbeat had escalated to an alarming level as soon as he flirted . But.. y/n couldn't stop her blush . The positive response from y/n made edmund's heart swell with happiness . Tucking some hair behind her ear , she slowly made my way away from her horse and towards the castle , Edmund following her behind .

Let's say that the evening continued with the same romantic spirit as young love blossomed . But as known , nothing lasts forever . Unaware of the upcoming trouble , the couple happily strolled into the castle .

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Love like the movies // Bucky Barnes // 6

SIX - GHOST

Trigger warning: Alcohol, food, mention of sex (nothing graphic and no actual smut)

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Summary: This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Bucky Barnes, finds himself thrown into a world that seems so different from everything he’s ever known. The girl, (Y/N) knows entirely too much about rom-coms and is quite particular about the way she eats her popcorn. Bucky meets (Y/N) a few months after returning to NYC. He knows almost immediately that becoming her friend is inevitable. This is a story of boy meets girl. This is a story about love. (Bucky Barnes x female!Reader // a few spoilers for TFATWS)

"You held hands?"

"Mmh."

"And then you cuddled."

"We didn't cuddle, I was just kind of - leaning into him. Sort of."

"So you cuddled!"

"Sure. If that's what you wanna call it. We cuddled."

"Then what?" Robin inquires. Smirking at (Y/N) over the rim of her wine glass, like a giddy pre-teen waiting for the kissing scene to come up in a romance movie.

"And nothing. That's it."

"Oh come oooon. You cozied up to each other and then just what - acted like it never happened?"

"Essentially. But that's okay. It's not a big deal. And don't say it like that."

"Like what?" Robin continues to poke and by this point, it's not so much her wanting information than her trying to rile up (Y/N). Though she's very well aware of this, (Y/N) falls for it anyway.

"Cozied up to each other," (Y/N) says and scrunches her nose up in distaste. "Like we had dirty sex or something."

"Do you want to have dirty sex with him? Oh man, imagine what that arm can do."

Holding her hand out to stop her best friend from talking, (Y/N) takes a big gulp of white wine, emptying her glass. This is a conversation that can't be held entirely sober. "First of all, don't say those things about his arm. It's- I don't know. It doesn't sit right with me."

"Sorry yeah that was … not cool" Robin apologizes and by the tone of her voice (Y/N) can tell she means it.

"I'm the first to admit that Bucky is insanely handsome and if things were different, sure. But we're friends and I really enjoy the time spent together and our friendship. I don't wanna do anything to jeopardize it or ruin it by adding unnecessary feelings to it."

"Feelings aren't unnecessary," Robin replies, combing her fingers through her fiery red curls.

"Sometimes they are. The last thing Bucky and I need is broken hearts and ruined friendships."

"What if it doesn't end that way?"

"Relationships never work out well for me, you know that."

Robin places her glass on the countertop. It means whatever talk is gonna follow, it'll be a serious one. There's been very little need for a serious talk between the girls over the time they've been friends but neither of them has ever been afraid to start those conversations and say things as they are. Sometimes that's what friendship is, being blunt even if it's not what your friend wants to hear.

"Look I'm not saying you have to take the relationship to another level. If this is making you happy the way it is, then that's all that matters to me. I just don't want you to give up on something that could be great, because you're scared and because some stupid assholes in the past didn't realize what they had in you."

Where she's only had shit luck with relationships, (Y/N) thinks she's really lucked out in the friend department. Robin is as wonderful as they come. Even if she drives her crazy sometimes.

"They weren't all assholes." (Y/N) chimes up weakly though there's not even enough determination in her voice to convince herself.

"Weren't they? Let's see ...I'm not even gonna talk about Russel. He doesn't count. Who else was there? Pete liked to show you off but he didn't like you. Did he?"

"Not really."

"See? Asshole! Kylie only wanted to be with you so she could be the cool girl who's fucked another girl once and use that as something to brag to the guys about."

"She was figuring herself out."

"She was straight, babe. She was using you and your sexuality as some kind of badge of honor so guys would think she's cool. She only wanted to make out with you at parties and when there were men around to ogle you. I’m the last person to blame anyone for trying to figure out who they are and who they like but that wasn’t the case here. She used you, and what does that make her?"

“ An asshole? “

“ An asshole!”

“ What about Ricky, he wasn’t an asshole! “ (Y/N) chimes in, filling her glass up once more.

“ Okay sure but he was your High School sweetheart and that rarely lasts. I’m not gonna count him. What about Mike —“

“— Okay, you’ve made your point. I have a bad taste in romantic partners, I get it. Doesn’t change anything. Me and Bucky we’re — we’re good as we are. No romance needed.”

“ Just don’t want you to miss out on something great.”

It’s not that the thought has never crossed her mind. In fact, when she’s being really honest to herself, it swirls around her head a lot. When he grants her one of his smiles. The rare ones that make his eyes crinkle. Or when he comes to see her and brings dog treats for Lady, just because he’s that thoughtful. Or when she noticed he put a popcorn and a sun emoji next to her name in his phone. The popcorn, as he said because she liked movies and the sun because she’s always happy and smiling. Or when he held her hand throughout the entire movie. Those are moments when (Y/N) thinks about what it would be like to be more than friends.

“ It’s great as it is now. He’s great.”

“ Then that’s all that matters to me.” Robin smiles. She has one of those smiles that makes you feel at home. Comfortable and soft. Like warm milk with honey a mom makes their child when they can’t sleep.

It’s a while later, when (Y/N) strolls back into the room, another bottle of wine in hand, that a knock sounds on her front door. Her eyes wander to Robin then to the door then back. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

“ Oh, that’s Bucky.” Robin, who’s by now migrated over to (Y/N)’s huge fluffy couch, Lady cuddled onto her lap, says with the most casual of tones (Y/N) has ever heard. As if Bucky and her have been lifelong friends. As if there is nothing strange or peculiar about this situation.

“ How do you know?”

Robin shrugs and goes back to petting Lady’s curly fur. “ He texted you when you were getting the wine. Said he was around and had food. I told him to come join us for movie night. What’s the big deal? “

“ I uh — it’s not I just — you could’ve told me. “

“ That was literally 5 minutes ago babe. I had no time to tell you yet. By the way, this man uses entirely too many emojis.”

A smile pulls on the corners of (Y/N)’s lips. She’s asked him once why he never used any emojis, or smileys as he called them (all of them — even the ones that aren’t faces). He told her he didn’t really understand when to use most of them, like the shrimp or the Hockey stick. (Y/N) told him it’s because they’re fun. Ever since then he uses all kinds of emojis with her. None really relating to his messages. It’s quite endearing if she’s being honest.

“ Are you gonna let him in? “ Robin asks, shaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

The smell of Chinese food floods into the apartment as (Y/N) opens her door to Bucky. He looks so effortlessly cool in his leather jacket and boots. With his hair a little longer now, all swoopy and quiffed. Like the bad boy straight from a romance novel. The one with a heart of gold. The one that gets the girl.

(Y/N) is not that girl, the one from the novels, the Hallmark movies. The one that’s quirky but never weird. The one that makes all the boys fall for her. She’s not the main character, at least according to herself. She’s the side character that shows up like twice. The one that helps the main character on their quest to self-discovery or true love. That’s who she is. Not more, not less.

“ I brought food!” Bucky exclaims as he steps inside, waving the bag around before placing it on the kitchen counter, to which Lady jumps up from her position on Robin’s lap.

Lady, (Y/N) has realized a while ago, has somehow fallen head over paws in love with Bucky. Always following him, looking up at him with her big brown puppy eyes. Always looking to be close to him. Maybe, (Y/N) thinks, it’s the treats he always carries around. But maybe it’s Bucky too and his patience and his affection and the way he greets the little dog like she’s the main reason he’s come around.

Moments like this, they come with those little flutters around the heart. People always compare them to butterflies. (Y/N) thinks that’s wrong. Butterflies are gentle, graceful, and soft. This feels like a swarm of bees. Chaotic. Overwhelming. A little bit scary.

“ Man, did you plan on coming here, or did you buy all this for yourself?” Robin asks, eyes wide in surprise at the sheer amount of styrofoam containers Bucky keeps pulling from the bags.

“ I kind of bought it with the intention of sharing, yeah. “

Robin’s eyes meet (Y/N)’s across the room and there's a silent secret there, hidden in her teasing smirk. One shared only with a friend. No words. No sounds. Just the truth and two knowing hearts connecting.

“ Am I intruding? If you guys want me to leave, I can leave. “

While he tries to keep his voice casual, the sad tint doesn’t get lost on (Y/N).

“ Absolutely not, don’t be silly. We’re just drinking wine and watching a movie and you are free to join us in both.”

While he shakes his head at her offer of wine, Bucky helps (Y/N) bring the food over to the couch and plops down in the middle of the couch, Robin to his right and (Y/N) on his left.

“ What are we watching? “ he asks, a dumpling already on the way into his mouth.

“ Well, “ Robin responds filling her glass up once more, “ it was (Y/N)’s turn to chose so —”

“ A rom-com”

“ A rom-com. “

Something about seeing these two interact and joke around inspires a fuzzy feeling to wrap itself around (Y/N)’s heart. Even if they’re making fun of her.

The way Bucky fits in here, as if it’s where he’s always belonged. The way he’s not a stranger imposing but a friend added to the mix. It’s a nice feeling. She hopes he feels it too.

“ Okay, whatever. This isn’t your usual rom-com though, there are ghosts in this one. “

“ Is it ghosts falling in love?” Robin asks and lets her laugh get swallowed by her wine glass.

“ No. Well — uh kinda but not really. They fall in love be — you know what, just start the damn movie! “

There’s an undeniable intimacy in watching your favorite movies with other people. It’s like giving away little pieces of yourself and sharing them with others. No matter how insignificant it may seem to anyone else but you. These are the things that make us who we are. Our passions. For art. For music. For books. For movies. And opening up is always scary. Even if it’s just a teeny tiny bit.

Through the corner of her eye (Y/N) glances at Bucky and Robin, trying to judge their reactions. See if they’re enjoying themselves or not. Bucky displays his ever-present scowl. It’s the default setting. Sometimes she wonders if that has always been the case. If that's just what he looks like or if years of abuse, horror, pain have left their marks on him, on not only his heart but also his face.

Maybe this can be his safe place, she thinks. Maybe she can be. Not someone to fix him, because he’s not broken, just lost. Not to fix but to hold his hand while he heals. Slowly but surely.

For a while, the three sit in comfortable silence. The kind that fills you with this inexplicable calm. Where no words are needed.

And then the beginning chords of unchained melody spill from the tv speakers. It’s a touch there, a kiss here, hands covered in clay. Bodies covered in clay. Gasps and heavy breathing. Hands grasping skin, wandering, loving.

Robin’s presence falls completely to the back of (Y/N)’s mind. Bucky’s however...

“Do you want to have dirty sex with him? “ her friend's words ghost through her head like a particularly annoying jingle for some tv ad. The room feels warm all of a sudden. Not warm — boiling. There’s a heat radiating from her right, from Bucky. So what if he’s attractive. So what if she sometimes lets her mind wander and think about how his hands would feel on her skin or his lips on hers or his — yeah okay you get the point. So what?

Bucky slumps down into the couch a little more with every second of steamy pottery sex that’s fluttering across the tv screen. Is he — nervous? Uncomfortable ? No, she must be imagining it. Projecting, that’s what this is. She’s projecting her own chaotic emotional state onto him. There’s nothing there. (Y/N) has to remind herself. Just secret little thoughts that have to be kept between her and her. As long as no one knows, no one gets hurt. It’s the easy way out. The safe way. The right way.

Right?

“ Sooo, what did you guys think?” (Y/N) asks, turning her body towards her friends and sitting criss-cross on the couch.

“ Didn’t expect all the murder. “ Bucky replies as he takes a sip from his beer. “ And the — “

“ The messy sex! I know.” a visibly intoxicated Robin cuts in.

“ Not where I was going but okay.”

She doesn’t pay his words any attention, instead of launching herself backwards over the arm of the couch, dramatically fanning herself with her perfectly manicured hand. “ I am not going to lie, oh boy that was some hot stuff. Wouldn’t say no to that.”

“Oh please,” (Y/N) chimes in, wine glass clutched in hand and smile on her face. She can clearly feel the alcohol washing through her system bringing her to the place between sober and drunk where everything feels light and your confidence seems to get a little extra boost. “ What do you have to complain about? You’re getting married in two weeks! I’m sure you get enough action as it is. “

Robin doesn’t answer right away, just throws (Y/N) a giddy, boozed-up smile. Though in her eyes, there’s a loved-up glimmer of someone about to marry the love of their life.

“ Yeah, that’s true.”

“See, so you’re not the one that should be complaining. Us, however…”

Her red curls swing around her like a spark of fire as Robin sits up again, pointing her finger at (Y/N).

“ And whose fault is that? You could be getting some if you didn’t get so lost in your romantic fantasies. And him — “ the red-haired girl exclaims before pointing her finger towards Bucky “ don’t even tell me he ain’t getting some. Look at him! Are you sexually active, Bucky? “

“ You don’t have to answer that. Robin, come on.”

“ No, you don’t have to but you should. I’m trying to prove a point. Help me prove a point, Bucky. “

“ You’re making him uncomfortable. “

“ Am I making him uncomfortable or you? “

“ Ooookay, I think it’s time for you to go to bed. “

“ Nooo, we’re having a conversation. “

“ Would you look at that, my drink is empty. I’m just gonna — I’m gonna get another one. Okay? Okay.”

Bucky doesn’t wait for an answer before getting up and rushing out of the living room and into the kitchen, clearly uncomfortable. Clearly embarrassed.

“ See what you did? You scared him off. “

“ I couldn’t scare that man off if I tried. Trust me. “ Robin murmurs, a loud yawn cutting through her argument. There’s a certain determination in her words though. Some truth hidden in there that (Y/N) can’t quite put her finger on. It’s like Robin knows something she doesn’t. And maybe it’s good this way. Maybe she doesn’t need to know.

“ Alright, whatever that’s supposed to mean, Tipsy. I’ll go see what he’s up to. You go the fuck to sleep.”

“ Whatever mom, “ Robin bickers and cuddles closer into the soft couch anyway. “ Oh, don’t forget to invite him! I like him. We’re friends now. “

“ Go to sleep! “ (Y/N) orders again, earning herself a salute from her best friend who starts snoring no more than 2 seconds later.

He feels like a 13-year-old. Actually — no. Things were easier at 13. Situations like this one were easier at 13. Being horny was easier at 13.

It was all new to him then, yes, but it was new for everyone at 13. He’s 106 now, a grown man. He should be able to talk or at least think about these things without turning into a full-blown mess. His hand is clammy, his face is probably the same shade of bright red as Robin’s hair. And by god, his thoughts are a jumbled mess, swirling around all over the place.

Truth be told, he hasn’t had a lot of time to actually think about anything even remotely physical. It was never very high on his list of things to figure out and the opportunity hasn’t really presented itself to him either. Not since the 1940s at least.

Have things changed? Surely not, right? Maybe people got a bit more experimental and for sure they talk more openly about it now but the fundamentals must have stayed the same. He sure hopes so at least.

His thoughts get interrupted as (Y/N) steps into the kitchen. Her eyes are slightly glassed over from the wine though she’s nowhere near as drunk as Robin. She seems happy, then again she always does. For a little moment, he feels jealousy wash over him. About being able to get drunk. It’s damn stupid, he’s well aware. But that doesn’t make his feelings less valid. To just drink and let go and forget, that sounds really nice.

But that’s just one of the things the serum has taken from him. By far not the worst aspect of it all but unpleasant either way.

“ Hey uh — you okay? “ she asks leaning against the kitchen island across from him.

“ Sure. Are you? “

“ I uh — might be a little drunk, “ (Y/N) confesses as she lifts her hand and indicates a tiny space with her fingers.

“ Yeah, I think you might be.” Bucky laughs. Actually laughing comes naturally when she’s around and quite honestly, at first, it made him feel guilty. Guilty about the fact that he got to laugh along with a pretty girl while so many people had to die through his hands.

He tries to push those thoughts away. They aren’t doing anyone any good. Not him and not those people either.

“ Hey, I’m sorry she was making you uncomfortable. She gets — well she has no filter when drunk. Or ever really.”

Bucky shakes his head. His finger nervously trails along the grain of the stone countertop. There are conversations he needs to have, sooner or later, if he wants to live his life. Not just coast along but actually live. But it doesn’t mean those come easy. Not for someone who’s been through all he’s been through. Not for someone who’s grown up the way he has, who’s been raised the way he has.

“ Ah, no. Don’t worry. I uh — I just. It’s been a long time since I had talks like this. “

“ Like what? “

“ Between friends, you know. About — stuff. “

“ About sex? “

“ Mmh. “

“ You don’t have to talk about it with us if you don’t want to. It’s fine. “

“ No, but I do want to talk about sex with you. I mean — not you, you. You both. But not in a weird way. I mean — with friends. “

“ Okay. “

“ It’s just that I was raised in different times and the last time I had a real actual friend that I talked to about intimate things was so long ago. Steve and I talked about everything and even then there used to be reservations. One because I don’t think Steve really wanted details and two because Steve wasn’t — he didn’t have the most experience when it came to women so it was a very one-sided conversation. And I’ve never talked about any of this with a girl. It’s all new to me but I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you. “

(Y/N) regards him with a glimmer of amusement and mischief in her eyes as she munches away on some cold leftover spring rolls.

“ You don’t have to justify yourself to me, Buck. I know you trust me, I hope you know I trust you. “

He does. And he doesn’t hate how it sounds when she calls him Buck.

“ So, Robin and Charlie are getting married in two weeks. I was wondering if you’d like to be my plus one. Back when they announced it I was under the impression Russel and I would be a thing by then but uh — clearly that didn’t happen. It’s in upstate New York. We’re all gonna stay at this gorgeous Inn and well there’s a spot open if you want it.”

“ As a plus one? “

No matter how much he wants to deny it to himself, his heart does a little flutter as she says those words. A plus one sounds like something. He’s not sure what but something, surely.

“ Yeah, as a friend, obviously. “

“ Obviously. “

There goes the flutter.

“ Robin is okay with it by the way. She explicitly told me to ask you.”

“ So Robin wants me there, not you. “

“ No! I want you there! I love spending time with you. Also, Robin’s family is crazy. I need you by my side. I need you there. I want you there. “

“The need to be needed is an individual’s sense of significance rooted in the sense of being part of a community or cause beyond themselves. The need to be needed is one of our fundamental desires. We want to feel significant in the eyes of others, even if it is only one other person. “

Bucky has read those words in one of the many magazines stacked on the little side table in the waiting room of Dr. Raynor's office. They didn’t really make much sense to him then. He always thought he’d be fine by himself.

In that moment he realizes that was all a big pile of absolute bullshit.

The feeling of being wanted, of being needed, even if it’s just one person that needs him, that means everything.

“ Okay, I’ll come. “

“ Yeah? “

And there it is again, the smile that reminds him of the sun. The smile that he’s sure could bring a thousand men to their knees, including himself.

“ Cool. I’m — I’m really happy about that. “

“ Mmh. Me too. “

For a moment they just look at each other, words unspoken swirling in the air between them, neither brave enough to let them slip from their tongue.

It’s not until a particularly loud snore coming from the living room pops the bubble and breaks the spell.

Both of them fall into giggles before Bucky speaks up again.

“ It's late I should probably go. “

“ Yeah and I should go to bed. I’ll have a hangover tomorrow for sure.”

Bucky slips into his leather jacket and places a soft kiss goodbye on Lady’s head before turning back to (Y/N).

“ For the record, I’m not getting any. “

“ I uh — okay. Good. Well not good, “ (Y/N) stumbles over her words “ not good for you. Good for me. I mean. Not that I don’t want you to have sex. But I mean, Robin was taking the piss, and if I don’t get laid it makes me feel better to know you aren’t either. Oh god, this sounds horrible. I’m just gonna stop talking now. “

Bucky smiles the brightest smile she’s ever seen him smile, it almost breaks his face in two. And even though she wants the ground to swallow her whole right then, if it puts a smile like that on his face, she’ll gratefully embarrass herself again.

“ Have a good night, (Y/N). “

“ You too, Bucky”

And with a kiss to her head, he leaves the flat, a smile staying on his lips the entire way home.

“ Why did I have to come again? This is a bachelorette party, I thought men aren’t allowed. “ Bucky grumbles as (Y/N) parks her truck in the parking lot of the convenience store. The pink and blue neon lights reflect on the wet asphalt.

“ It’s a shared party. We’re all friends so it makes sense for the couple to celebrate together. Stop moaning. “ (Y/N) exclaims as her heels create a click-clack sound.

The store is empty as they enter except for the bored-looking teenager leaning against the counter by the cash register.

There’s something about empty stores at night that makes it feel like time stands still. Like for a moment, reality is altered. There’s only you and the outdated music coming from the speakers and the hum of the refrigerators holding the soda cans.

“ I can’t believe Hannah forgot to bake the cake. It’s all she had to do. I did everything else, everything. She had one job. “

Bucky’s learned by now to just let her rant about this topic. It’s all she’s talked about for the last hours since Hannah, public enemy number one that day, has called her to inform her she’s forgotten about the cake. Why there needs to be a cake at this party, Bucky doesn’t know but hey, who is he to question it.

(Y/N) walks straight over to the counter that holds the bakery items only to be met with disappointment.

“ Well great. We can choose between one single cupcake, a box of stale donuts, and a croissant. “

“ What about this one? “ Bucky asks and points towards a bright pink cake decorated with candy roses and white icing.

“ It says Happy Birthday. “

“ Ah, don’t worry we can fix that.”

(Y/N) raises her eyebrows in doubt. “ You sure? “

“ 100%. Trust me. “

She regards him for a moment, uncertainty shining through, before granting him a little smile and a nod. “ Okay then. You get the cake, I’ll be over there for a second. “

Looking through the fridges, (Y/N)’s eyes fall onto a pack of popsicles in the shape of Captain America’s shield.

Ripping open the fridge door she calls out “ Hey Grumpy, would you like thes— “

All she hears is a smack and then Bucky’s voice exclaiming a loud “Fuck!”

And in that moment she doesn’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that she just slammed the door right into his face or hearing him swear.

“ Are you okay? I’m so sorry. “

“ I’ll be fine.”

“ We gotta put ice on it. “

“ No (Y/N) I — “

She’s already on her way to get a pack of frozen peas. And if Bucky is being real honest, his cheek does hurt quite a bit. Super Soldier Serum and all …

“ I am genuinely so sorry. “

Bucky sits on the bed of (Y/N)’s truck, frozen peas pressed to his face and a chuckle falling from his lips as (Y/N) sends yet another apology his way.

“ It’s okay, (Y/N). I told you, I’m fine. “

He pulls the peas away from his face and places them next to him, before picking up the cake and lifting the plastic lid off of the container.

“ Alright, let’s see if I can fix this. “

“ You have a bruise on your cheek. “

Bucky looks up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes of his, that (Y/N) sometimes finds herself drowning in. Calm and story all at once. Like oceans.

“ Does it make me look rough and handsome? “

“ You’re always handsome. But yes, it gives you a roguish charm. “

“ Good. “

(Y/N) feels a heat rush to her face as Bucky focuses back on the cake.

“ Mmmkay. Let me see. What if we — “ Bucky murmurs, more to himself than to (Y/N). He swipes his finger, sans glove, over the white icing letters and while there’s a good intention there, when he lifts his finger back up the cake looks like a downright mess.

“ Ta-da “ he exclaims and turns the cake towards her.

“ It says Happy day now “

“ Is it not a happy day? “ Bucky asks, eyebrows raised in question.

“ Let me rephrase that. It says ‘Happy messy white stain Day’ “

Bucky pulls his lips into a grimace, eyes wandering from (Y/N) down to the cake and back to her. “ Yeah, we can’t bring that “.

Laughter fills the air as they regard the sad mess of a cake before them. If this was a movie, (Y/N) thinks, this would be their moment. The one where they realize. The one that feels like time stops and all that matters is them.

Something wet and sticky against her cheek pulls her from her daydream.

“ What the hell? “

Bucky only grins at her. There’s the boyish charm again. It’s so insanely endearing to see these little moments flare up and push through the perpetual gloom he seems to carry with him. He doesn't hold the weight of 90 years of fighting on his shoulders right then.

“ Oh you didn’t “

Before Bucky can react she grabs a handful of the cake and smashes it against the uninjured side of his face.

“ Is that how you wanna play it? Okay. Fine. “

Cake flies through the air as their laughter rings through the night. Not a thought wasted on pain, on worries, on heartbreak.

The rooftop bar (Y/N) booked specifically for this night is covered in fairy lights and glitter decor. There’s a karaoke machine in one corner and an open bar in the other.

A loud cheer sounds from the crowd as Robin steps out into the open, fingers intertwined with those of a petite brunette with big square glasses sitting on her nose.

They get swallowed by a tidal wave of people, pulled from one hug into another, and while his eyes stay with them, Bucky feels a touch against his metal arm. (Y/N) wraps herself around him leans her head against his shoulder and stares lovingly at the couple before them.

“ I’m so glad she’s happy. I love her so much. “

“ She loves you too. “ he says.

And really how could anyone not?

A little while later, when the crowd has allowed them to breathe again, Robin and the brunette wander towards Bucky and (Y/N), matching smiles on their faces.

“ Buck, this is Charlie, Robin’s fiancee. Charlie, this is my friend Bucky. “

“ It’s so nice to meet you,” Charlie exclaims, a strong English accent dripping from her words. “ What in the world happened to your face? Are you okay? “

While Bucky smirks, (Y/N) flinches at those words and shrinks into herself a little.

“ Oh you know, funny story. Someone here was a little too excited about some red white and blue popsicles. “

Robin lets out a loud laugh “ Now that sounds like someone I know very well. “

“ They were shaped like Cap’s shield, okay. I thought it was funny and fitting. “

Charlie’s eyes move between the 3, a look of confusion settling on her features.

“ Why fitting? “

“ Oh babe, let me catch you up,” Robin says and steers Charlie in the direction of the bar.

The night flies by and for the first time in so long, Bucky doesn’t feel out of place. Not for a single moment. Even being surrounded by people he doesn’t know and while listening to music he doesn’t get. It’s nice, feeling like you belong.

Robin and Charlie have just finished their karaoke rendition of Don’t Stop Believing when a familiar voice echoes from the speakers.

“ Hello guys, my name is (Y/N). You may know me, I’m the maid of honor. I am responsible for this party — you’re welcome. Anyway, I guess it’s my turn to sing tonight but I can’t do this one alone. I’m gonna require my friend, Mr. James Buchanan Barnes up on this very stage with me. “

Oh no. Definitely no. Not in a million years. No w—

“ Because this one’s a duett. “

Her eyes meet his across the way, shining with amusement, mischief, affection. Even across the dimly lit roof, her sunshine smile seems to light up the entire night.

“ I’m not doing it, “ Bucky says and shakes his head as Robin slides up to his side.

“ C’moooon. “

“ Nope. I probably don’t even know the song. “

It’s like the universe wants to make a fool of him as in just that moment Bill Medley’s voice sounds through the night.

“ I know you know this song. “ Robin says and nudges his side “ come on don’t make her do this by herself. “

“ I — “ he looks at (Y/N) again, with her sunshine smile and those expressive eyes and the buttercream stain on her shirt. And he doesn’t see fear or pain or regret. All he ever sees when he looks at her is happiness and fun and laughter.

“ Ugh. Okay. Alright. “

Cheers follow him as he steps on stage and (Y/N) hands him the second mic. Though it’s supposed to be a duett, (Y/N) doesn’t really care and sings both parts with unfiltered joy and unapologetic passion. And while it takes a moment for him to warm up to it, Bucky can’t help but let her enthusiasm light a spark in him too and by the time the pre-chorus hits he joins her in singing their hearts out.

“ You're the one thing I can't get enough of. So I'll tell you something. This could be looooooove “

New York comes alive with the promise of a better tomorrow. One where Bucky feels like he belongs. To a place or a group of friends or a person. A tomorrow where he can laugh with a pretty girl, have food fights in a parking lot, and sing some silly song at the top of his lungs.

Maybe the song isn’t all wrong. Maybe he’s having the time of his life. And maybe, just maybe, he owes it to (Y/N).

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Sisters

Warnings- Blood, Domestic Abuse, slight mention of suicide (not my choice criminal minds made the story for rosalyn)

Jennifer Jareau x OC Jareau

Having an older sister was sometimes a blessing and a curse. There was absolutely nothing you wouldn't do for her, after everything she had done for you. It annoyed you how quickly you guys would make up after a fight, but she was your best friend.

Both of your childhoods were incredibly different, having grown up in the same house but with totally different atmospheres. When you were two and JJ was 11, your 15 year old sister Rosalyn took her own life.

After that things changed in your house, you don't really remember it too much but Jj would tell you stories about that time. Especially at night when you were supposed to be sleeping, trying to remember a sister you don't actually remember is very difficult.

Of course you've seen pictures of all three of you but she is still a stranger to you. But to Jj it affects her deeply, Ros was her idol.

Sometimes in the back of your mind you wonder if Jj even likes you or is just using you to replace Ros. After all your 9 years younger than her? But she is still your big sister and you can't think of her like that for long.

It doesn't surprise you as you grew up that Jj is everywhere. Anything that happened she was there, when Ricky that snot nose kid from 1st grade punched you in the face, she spent hours in the garage showing you how to block your face.

At 14 years old she had much better things to do but she stayed with you. Cleaned your nose and made sure you didn't tell mom. Your mom was probably more of an absentee parent, like she was there in body but not in mind too much. Jj says Ros took a part of her, but sometimes you feel jipped.

Mom apparently used to laugh and smile, plan fun things for them all to do. But you can't remember any of this. You only remember Jj. She was the only one who looked after you, kept you safe it was almost like she was your mom at times, but you always remember her.

Remembering sharing a bed with her during storms, playing in makeup singing stupid songs, sharing secrets and just plain missing her.

She would be so disappointed if she could see you now. Not really having a choice anymore anyways, telling her is essential but your still scared what if your big sister can't help?

Shivering in the cool breeze taking into account your still bleeding a little you decide it's time to leave. Wiping the blood out of your face as best you can, the gash above your eye stings.

The fight you just had was nothing new, the bruises on you back would testify to that. Even through all this you still don't know how to even tell Jj.

It's not an easy conversation, she is either going to be so mad at you she won't speak to you or so over protective she's gonna kill him.

Your phone on your lap feels heavy, but the nerves in your stomach feel like a lead weight. Opening your messaging app you text her

Aj- Hey jayge Are you busy, can I call?

A couple minutes ago by and she texts you back

Jj- Abs! Hey hun yeah we're almost done with this case, give me a couple hours I'll text before we head to the airport ok? Love you💜

You don't want to be disappointed but you guess it'll have to do. Grabbing your phone making your way into the house stopping briefly to grab a couple changes of clothes and your memory box which has everything important in it including you birth certificate.

Making a split decision you also leave your phone but write down all the important numbers just in case. Knowing by the time Jj texts, you'll either be in the hospital or with her.

Nothing else in this house is important . Feeling like the worst thing possible is being stuck here, you leave and make your way home to Jj.

Getting behind the wheel planning to make such a long drive from Pennsylvania all the way to Quantico or at least as close as you can get.

First things first she needs a Dr, so she decides to take care of that first pulling out of the driveway and driving putting a hospital search in her GPS, locating one two towns over that she won't be recognized in she proceeds there.

Sitting in her car fiddling her humbs working up the courage to move. Finally making the decision you walk in and start a new life.

A nurse approaches you and escorts you to the back, answering questions left and right

Name Abigail Jaraeu

Age 20

What happened... Your not exactly sure how to answer this so you don't answer.

Getting changed into the stupid gown you realize how alone you are. Butterflies fly in your stomach making you almost nauseous.

The Dr, has a knowing look in his eye as he looks over your injuries, noticing more than you realize.

The gash above your eye takes 8 stitches, your nose is not broken but two black eyes are in your future, didn't even notice the split lip until the dr goes to stitch it 3 more there.

Feeling absolutely terrible it's not done, the rest of the body check shows more injuries none of them too serious just painful.

The broken wrist being the worst, mystified that you could drive all the way there without so much as a twinge of pain.

Apparently adrenaline is a real thing.

Shocked as the Dr starts applying the cast, absently shocked and numb to how you you must look.

You just want Jj.

To hug you, to hold your hand, to kiss your forehead, your scared and you want your big sister, but she is at work.

Surprisingly no broke ribs just jarred heavily, and of course the bruises, you are given a prescription for pain and instructions for the cast, and you sign yourself out against what they recommend but you know you are just ready to be with Jj.

The drive from this place to Jj is roughly 5 hours so you get started.

The phone you left at the house has to be found by now. Memories of the fight flash as your merge on the interstate, setting cruise control you let yourself relax.

The shoving, the broken mirror the outrage that you didn't do anything wrong. It made no sense to you, Johnny was supposed to be a good guy, but he ended up being the scariest thing you've ever encountered.

As your driving you remember Jj is on a case so no one is at her house. Your nephews would be with Wills Mom. Maybe you could stay there till they got back you had a key?

In this situation you didn't think she'd mind.

God you were scared, what If she yelled at you? If she did your pretty sure you would crumble.

Driving is incredibly hard with a cast but you have to make due, you have to get there. Once there everything will work out.

Feeling incredibly guilty now, you think should you even bother Jj? She literally has children what if Johnny came there?

You don't think he's that stupid but you never know. Jj would kill him.

Stopping to fill up with gas using most of the cash you have, you keep driving closer and closer to safety.

For probably the quietest drive your ever made in your life you finally make it to Jj's neighborhood.

Concerned now because it's 2 am and the street is completely deserted, you make up your mind to park farther down the road from her house just in case she's actually already home.

The upstairs light is on, and your basically a nervous wreck. All you want is her, but scared in how she's gonna react .

Slowly getting out of your car, you make your way to Jj's porch and knock softly.

Hearing the footsteps, turns the butterflies in your stomach turn to rocks.

Will opens the door angry someone knocked on the door at 2 am. The second he sees your face his jaw drops, and concern fills his eyes.

Your arms are grabbed into a hug, tears finally fall from your eyes as he calls for your sister to come down the stairs.

Obviously Jj took that offensively, as it's 2 am and she only just got home.

Upon seeing you stitched casted and crying in her husband's arms, all composure is gone.

The next couple of minutes are a blur, feeling yourself be transferred into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, but strangely you feel better.

Her hands are on your cheeks, and her blue eyes are filled with anguish but at that moment you feel safer than you have in a long time.

"What happened to you Abs? I tried calling you and Johnny said you went to bed"

There is a lump in your throat "Johnny did this, all if this"..

Out of the corner of your eye you see Will leave the room, and in that moment you know, you have to tell her everything..

The story spills from your lips, how he stared out like a normal boyfriend, then he just got so angry at everything how the fights started and how this one ended, how scared you were but most of all how you just had to get to her.

Jj stares back speechless and incredibly livid, her baby sister her best friend was hurt, and came to her.

She pulls you into another hug and in that moment it didn't matter how you looked or were you came from, you were home.

Jj would fix everything, and you would never be able to repay her.

#criminal minds #fanfiction #jennifer jereau x reader

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f0xfordcomma · 3 years

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Hello!! Happy FFWF!! Is there anything in particular that you find hard to write? Are there any WIPs that you've just absolutely given up on cause you think it'll go nowhere?? (would you share a bit of it? :D)

Croisty! Happy ffw tuesday (which tbh is earlier than I thought I'd be able to do these, so be proud of me lol)

I wish I had more to go off of in my writing portfolio to answer this question, but I think the thing I have the hardest time writing/ have avoided writing in my wips is just unfettered angst or like horror/ violence. Like character death? Gore? Fight scenes? (ooooh baby I SUCK at fight scenes) all of /that/ is just not really my forte as a writer. Don't get me wrong, I am not opposed to hurting my characters, but hurt/comfort is more where its at for me. You've read my stuff, so you know how emotionally driven a lot of my writing is. I think I would have a hard time writing more graphic/ heartbreaking/ violent *stuff* in my style. Idk, it would probably be a good thing for me to practice.... but.... I don't wanna (hands on hips) sooooo I'm not planning to really do anything quite like that anytime soon.

As far as abandoned wips go, I've got plentyyyy (or just verrrrrrry dusty wips that are not quite abandoned but are sitting very patiently on the shelf waiting for me to have the time to get back to them) Violent/ angsty/ deathy/ fighty abandoned wips though? Not so much.

But for you, mon petit croissant, have a bit of a miraculous ladybug reveal fic that I wrote one night after having a little ~ouid~ and convincing my husband to put on a sheet face mask with me that I now have no intention of finishing (oops, rip me).

okaaaaayyy so this is actually pretty dang long lol but I'm going to share the whole thing with you because I just re-read it for the first time in months and its pretty funny ~if you ask me~ so anyway... under the cut <3

NIGHT OFF

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a totally crazy idea to take a night off.

Besides, Shadowmoth’s akumatizations had slowed down considerably in the past few months, and he rarely ever sent out two akumas in one day. The battle that she and Chat had fought that morning was brutal, but they’d come out victorious against HoneyBadger. Still, the fight had left her exhausted and wound up. Shadowmoth was planning something, she was sure of it. She just couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out what it was.

Ladybug was stressed.

Add to that, the fact that end-of-term exams were starting up next week and she’d not had nearly enough time during dead week to actually cram. Something about black butterflies and cranky kwamis and a cheeky cat (who, in recent weeks, had been considerably less cheeky.) Not to mention, she had been receiving an awful lot of memes, seemingly without preamble, from Paris’ favorite male model. Nino thought it was hilarious. Alya thought it was suspicious. Marinette thought it was confusing.

Marinette was stressed.

All of it was stressful.

Alya knew when her best friend was stressed. She could usually gauge the amount of Marinette’s exasperation by the frequency with which her bangs went flying from her face, propelled by a huff and a heavy sigh. Right now, Marinette’s bangs were a mess.

“Okay, girl. You need a night off.”

“What? No, I’m fine! Really! Plus, I can’t really afford to take a night off right now, Alya… I don’t know what Shadowmoth ha—”

“Yeah, no. I’m stopping you right there. For the next twenty-four hours, this space is a Ladybug-talk free zone,” she gestured vaguely around her bedroom, which was scattered with printouts and pictures that Marinette had brought over to work on nailing down Hawkmoth’s possible location using Alya’s beloved akuma-map. “I know, I know. It pains me more than it pains you, truly. But I’m doing this for you. Tonight: you, me, drinks, distractions. You are taking a night off.”

“But Alya! What if—”

“Hush, you know that’s incredibly unlikely. And, in the event of this IF you are so set on, you know that cat boy and I will have your back. Even drunk ladybugs can purify akumas when they have the clawed crusaders on their side.”

“I can’t believe you gave in to his silly nickname.”

“It is a badass nickname and you are just jealous that we bonded.”

“I’m not jealous. I’m annoyed.”

“Mhmm… keep telling yourself that, girl. Now, back to the matter at hand: what kind of drunk do you want to get tonight? Classy or trashy? I still have that peach stuff from last month, but if we are thinking classy I might need to call in the reserves to get us some decent wine.”

“You won’t need to call in anybody, Al, because I am definitely not getting drunk tonight.”

“Night off, Marinette. Drunkenness is a prerequisite.”

“Can’t we just watch movies or something? I really don’t know if that’s too good of an idea…”

“Girl, we watch movies every night. This is a night off. Don’t think I don’t see you stressing all throughout movie night every week, anyway. You need to take your mind off Ladybug,” she gestured at the mess that had consumed her bedroom. “And get your mind back on Marinette. Superhero or no, you’re still a teenage girl who is supposed to be enjoying the last few months of college.”

Marinette pouted.

“Stop pouting. You know you deserve to have normal girl fun.”

“But Alya I—”

“No buts.” An unnervingly devious look crossed Alya’s face. “Unless it is your butt in that pair of skinny jeans that you and I both know you-know-who loves. Boys will be here in twenty. Get to it, girl.”

Marinette just gaped at her. She didn’t even notice that Alya had grabbed her phone, but alas, there was the tell-tale ping.

Alya Cesaire → Akuma class OGs chat

Alya: anyone down for a little last minute get together—my door is open and my bar is stocked

Nino: HELL YEAH babe!

NL: got a new mix i’ve been meaning to show you… so entertainments on me fam!

Alix: This thing got an itinerary or just drunkenness for drunkenness sake?

Alya: the latter, natch.

Alix: Sick! Count me in.

Kim: same!

Rose: Do you need us to bring anything?

Alya: anything you feel like sharing

Alya: otherwise, just yourselves!

Alya: Agreste~you better bring us some of that expensive shit that i know your pops keeps somewhere in that castle of yours

Alya: no fancy wine, no admittance

Alya: the rest of you peasants just bring wtvr

Adrien: uhhhhhhhhhh

Adrien: ALYA

Adrien: dang it! You know I feel obligated to steal wine from my dad’s cellar now

Adrien: do you know how scary my dad is!!!??

Nino: DUDEEEE

Nino: DO IT you wont!

Adrien: shuddup Nino

Marinette: Adrien you totally don’t have to! Alya is just being **extra** Alya today

Alya: i plan a night off for this girl

Alya: and this is the thanks i get??????

Alya: can ya’ll believe this?

Alya: ridiculous

Zoe: UTTERLY RIDICULOUS

Adrien: utterly ridic

Adrien: dangit

Zoe: lol first! sorry adrien

Marinette: ugh ty I guess Als xxxxx

Alya: awe she DOES care, youre welcome babe!

Alya: so sunshine… about that wine?

Adrien: yeah yeah yeah

Adrien: use my people pleasing against me why dontcha

Alya: gladly <3

“Alya, stop bullying Adrien.”

“No way, girl. Giving that boy a task is the only way to ensure he shows up. Speaking of which… butt, jeans, go, now!”

The doorbell rang. Nino had perfected the quickest route to Alya’s house from every part of Paris years ago. Yes, he was whipped; and yes, he was proud of it.

“ALYA! I have to clean all of this up and I have to go home to get those jeans that you’re so dead set on and…”

“No you don’t. Kaalki?”

“Right here, Ms. Rouge.”

“YOU USED VOYAGE TO BRING ME JEANS?”

“No way girl! Don’t be silly. Kaalki and Roaar just volunteered to be my errand kwamis.”

“You guys do realize that I am the guardian, right?”

“Of course, that’s why we worked so hard to get everything that you need for tonight.”

“I—you… wait is this my good bra? How did you—”

“Us kwamis pay attention, Marinette.” Tikki cuddled up to her cheek.

“Et tu, Tikki?”

The ladybug kwami just giggled and made her way to the pile of papers scattered across Alya’s bed, starting to organize them back into neat stacks.

“Night. Off.” Alya punctuated each word with a shove and a smack on the bum, directing Marinette toward the bathroom and shutting her in to get ready while she got the door for Nino.

#foxford just casually drops an entire dang chapter of a fic for your ffwf enjoyment #oops #miraculous ladybug #foxford writes #ml #ml season four #aged up adrienette #ffwf #ffwtuesday #thanks for asking!!#<3 #foxford answers #thatcroissantgurl #a moment of silence for my wip graveyard #cw: mentions of drunkenness #(they are old enough in france okay)

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according-to-the-laura · 2 years

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StackedNatural Day 78: 6x11

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December 10, 2021

6x11: Appointment in Samarra

Written by: Sera Gamble & Robert Singer

Directed by: Mike Rohl

Original air date: December 10, 2010

Plot Synopsis:

Dean decides to bargain with Death to get Sam's soul back, and has to accept a wager. Meanwhile, Sam refuses to take the risk of getting his damaged soul back, and prepares to cast a spell to prevent Dean's efforts.

Features:

Sketchy backdoor doctors, Death’s wager, the cost of making your body uninhabitable to your soul, Dean becomes Death, Bobby has a trapdoor, Death’s dominos and his lessons, don't scratch the wall.

My Thoughts:

I started to watch this one on the bus on the way to work and then realised it was actually a good episode and stopped so I could watch it properly and take notes. Right off the bat, I enjoy being dropped in media res, I like not knowing what Dean’s game plan is when he talks to Death. I LOVE this actor for death. He’s iconic. One of the reasons I actually stopped watching when I did was because I was mad that they killed him off and I didn’t think they’d earned that. I’ve forgiven them now though, because Billie as Death also rules.

I like when they’re forced to confront the natural order and the human consequences of their actions. When Tessa was looking at the little girl that had to die and said “Chaos and sadness will follow her the rest of her life”, it made me think about how circumstances have just gotten worse and worse for them since Dean was saved from his time for death during 2x01 In My Time of Dying. They’ve both cheated death so many times, and the butterfly effect chaos that follows them does cause the deaths of a lot of people around them.

Obsessed with the fact that Bobby has a titanium basement door and a trapdoor into it, not to mention the panic room. He is the most prepared man in the universe. Also, Jared is pretty good in this episode!

I love that Tessa got to come back. If I didn’t love Billie so much, I would have wanted her to be Death in the end, just to bring everything full circle.

Notable Lines:

“She's disrupting the natural order by being alive. You of all people know what that means. Chaos and sadness will follow her for the rest of her life.”

“Today, you got a hard look behind the curtain. Wrecking the natural order's not quite such fun when you have to mop up the mess, is it? This is hard for you, Dean. You throw away your life because you've come to assume that it'll bounce right back into your lap. But the human soul is not a rubber ball. It's vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know. And more valuable than you can imagine.”

“You and your brother keep coming back. You're an affront to the balance of the universe, and you cause disruption on a global scale.”

“Right now, you're digging at something. The intrepid Detective. I want you to keep digging, Dean. [...] It's about the souls. You'll understand when you need to.”

“Do me a favor --don't scratch the wall. trust me -- you're not gonna like what happens.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.4

IMdB Rating: 9.2

In Conclusion: I love so much when we have a one-episode day and it’s a good episode. Really makes me enjoy Stacked.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #6x11 #Appointment in Samarra

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hey babe for your end of the year fanfic ask game how about 12, 23, 17 and 25

Hi babe 🥰 These questions are so fun, thanks for asking! ❤

12. favorite character to write about this year

It was definitely Reggie at the start, because he’s such a sweetheart and I love writing fluff and all of the sap, but at some point I switched to Julie, and I can't seem to stop writing in her POV. I just love her personality and exploring her dynamics with the other characters, and I love how resilient she is. Then there’s Luke, whose POV seems to come through the strongest for me, so you’d think he’d be the favorite, but it’s Julie 🤣

17. fics you’ll continue next year

Our series for sure! There’s still so much to explore in the dancing with our hands tied universe, especially with all of the different dynamics we’ve set up. Aside from that, I don’t know yet. I’d also like to add to the Hogwarts AU, because that’s a fun universe, but I haven’t thought about it in a while.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

The Ballerina AU! I've never tackled a slow burn enemies to lovers plot before, but I love the whole premise for Jewelry, not to mention the Alex & Carrie friendship ❤I can tell it will probably be long, too--it's such a big idea. But I still really want to write it!

I also want to write more Polyphantoms fics, although I don’t have any solid ideas for them at the moment (I really tend to bounce between writing for whatever ship I’m most obsessed with, so I’m sure it’ll happen eventually)

Also, The One That Makes Me Feel Right is a weird case where I wrote the fic, but didn’t completely follow through on the setup, i.e. Reggie keeps losing random articles of clothing when he poofs and Luke’s ready to lose his mind over it. Maybe I’ll rewrite that one...I’d like to explore it more.

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

This is really difficult because I've read so many excellent fics from this fandom, but I have to go with just off-key of reason, a Ralex Accidental Dating/Friends to Lovers fic. It's so sweet, it'll give you butterflies (also I'm never lonely when I'm with you still makes me go feral), with a small dose of angst for contrast and to show how Reggie and Alex are always there for each other no matter what 🥰

Feel free to ask me about my fics!

#fanfic asks #ask games #about ash's fics

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adragonhoardingstories · 4 years

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Of Blood and Bonds - Chapter 4

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On that note, this book will contain swearing, mentions of rape and torture. I will try not be explicit but that's really relative. Read at your own risk. There will be warning before if I make a explicit scene so that you can skip it.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and don't hunt me down for this.

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"Colin this is Marinette, my sister, Marinette this is Colin." Damian introduced the redhead who seemed a bit bewildered but he recovered quickly.

"Pleased to meet you ma'am. I didn't know that Damian had another sibling."

"Well neither did he before yesterday." Marinette laughed good-naturedly. "So you're his best friend."

"Yep!" Damian didn't refute the statement.

"So Miss Marinette where are you from?"

"Just Marinette is fine Colin."

"Bu-"

"Miss makes me feel old, you don't want that now, do you?" The boy looked scandalised. "I'm only about two years older than Damian anyways so if you want to call me by a nickname, that's fine too."

The boy grinned shyly. "Okay Marinette."

Damian looked distinctly surprised. "Well done, he still calls the others Mr, they are going to be annoyed by this development."

"Oh Damian." Marinette turned on her heels and winked at them, eyes full of mischief. "This is nothing. I got Alfred to call me by just my first name?"

Now, both boys looked very impressed but still disbelieving. "I'll believe it when I see it." The redhead claimed. Marinette laughed but said nothing more on the matter.

"So where are you bringing me?"

"The Gotham's Botanical Garden. I think you'll enjoy it. However, I must warn you to stay clear of anything that may anger Poison Ivy. "

She took it in stride. "Of course, I'll ask before I do anything."

"It'll be so fun. People don't talk about it because of Ivy but the gardens are so beautiful." Colin started ranting and Marinette hid a smile at the fond expression on her little brother's face. If one didn't know what to be looking for, they would miss it but Marinette had become very very attuned to emotions, especially after she gained the Miraculous and became Guardian.

"-attract so many different kinds of butterflies."

"Huh." Marinette mused. "It'll be nice seeing some actual butterflies and not akumas for once."

"You mentioned akumas before too." Damian interrupted. "What are they?"

She seemed a little surprised. "Do you - do you really have no idea of what's going on in Paris?"

Both of the boys shook their head. Even Colin looked curious now.

"It's pretty surreal but, when I was twelve, this guy surfaced. He calls himself Hawkmoth. He sends out these magic butterflies called akumas to anyone who's experiencing any negative emotion to possess them. He makes a deal with the victims to give them powers for them to be able to take revenge upon whatever wrong happened to them and return he asks for the Miraculous of Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"Who?" Colin interrupted and Marinette blinked. She had sounded so...old, so burdened as she spoke - so different from the bubbly macaroon making girl that Damian had learnt to know.

"Right, context. After his first akuma, two heroes surfaced in Paris too. They're powered by the Miraculous too. Hawkmoth wants Ladybug's earrings and Chat Noir's ring. No one knows why exactly and well we're not interested to find out. More power in that madman's hands can only cause harm."

"You mean to say." Damian's voice was flat. "That there has been a sociopathic terrorist in Paris for five years and no one knows of it. Why didn't the mayor call for the Justice League?"

Marinette's face darkened. It almost made both if the boys shudder and take a step back.

"Oh but we did. More than once, more than ten times in fact. We only stopped whenthe Leaguers asked us to stop wasting their time with pranks."

"What?" Damian exploded. "They just disregarded all the damage that must have been caused, all the phone calls. They didn't even look into it."

Marinette placed a hand in his shoulder, urging her aura to seek his and calm him down. "The thing is one of Ladybug's powers is the Miraculous Cure. It fixes all the damage caused in the midst of battle."

"All the damage?" Even Damian didn't seem to believe it at that point.

"I know it seems too good to be true." She fished out her phone and tried to look for a video. "And we understood that but everyone in Paris is pissed that they didn't even bother come verify our so called claims. I mean for God's sake, they have aliens, shapeshifters, magicians and even guys who are themselves powered by magical jewelry if I'm not wrong."

Marinette huffed as she found a video. It was one of the first ones from the Ladyblog, when Alya was still a reliable reporter. She played the video. It was of The Mime and it showed how he cut the Eiffel Tower in two as well as the Miraculous Cure taking effect.

The boys especially Damian seemed horrified and Marinette felt a little of guilt for subjecting them to that.

But then Damian looked up at her and his lazarus green eyes of reminded her that he probably had seen worse.

"That's…" He didn't seemed to know what to say.

"Terrifying." Colin said. "Are they all really that strong?" Marinette winced, debating whether to tell them the truth of not.

Damian seemed to sense that. "You can tell us." He prompted and she sighed, reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"That's actually one of the tamer villians." She admitted. "The Mime appeared during the first year of Hawkmoth's reign of terror. One of the worst akumas back then that come to mind is Syren. She flooded the entirety of Paris, about three quarter of the population died and were brought back by the cure." She took another look at them and decided that she wasn't going to be the cause of their further trauma.

"Hey, this is it, right?" She promptly changed the subject, knowing very well that she hadn't been subtle at all. "Gotham Botanical Gardens." She beamed down at them.

"Wow, it's beautiful." She took a moment to appreciate the sight. "Hey you're right, there's a lot of butterflies. Can we go there first?" She was basically bouncing as she turned to look at her brother and his best friend.

Colin looked gleeful while Damian seemed just amused. "You act like a child." Her brother informed her. She stuck out her tongue at him. "And you speak like an old man but you don't see me complaining."

"Fair enough." He chuckled. "What are you waiting for? Let's go then."

He couldn't help the full-blown smile appearing on his face as both his sister and his best friend literally ran to the butterflies and started gushing together.

He started to make his way to them when someone appeared in front of him blocking his view. His usual scowl and glare were back on his face when he looked up. The boy seemed to recoil slightly at his look but it didn't deter him more that that.

"I don't know who you are." His tone clearly gave away that he felt like he was the one in power here. Damian cursed the time when he used to act like that. He had learnt that lesson the hard way - had learnt not to underestimate an enemy. "But you're gonna stay away from my princess. She doesn't need children like you around."

Damian took a second to analyze him. Blond Hair. Green eyes. He remembered reading those as Marinette's triggers during his research. He had to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out to his weapons.

"She can decide that for himself." He said instead and went to walk around him but the boy grabbed his shoulder.

The next thing he knew he was standing behind his sister. "Adrien." She cut in smoothly. "I didn't expect to see you here, especially not without your bodyguard." Damian could see that she was tense, her back muscles were coiled as if she was ready for a fight.

"Princess." He was beaming. "I snuck out." He said almost proudly. "We need to talk."

"Gotham isn't Paris." Her words seemed more like a warning rather than the facts they were which the blond idiot obviously didn't catch on. "And I want nothing to do with you, haven't for three years. I owe you nothing. Give up."

That was a clear dismissal if Damian knew one. "Princess you need to listen to me-" He reached out to grab her hand but was cut off.

The younger boy had seen her lurking but she hadn't seemed a threat so he didn't know whether he was thankful or not that she had jumped in.

Ivy spoke "The girl asked you to go away." Thankful, he finally decided.

The boy looked a little nervous - so he did have some braincells. "Ma'am, respectfully, this does not concern you." Well not enough it seemed.

"Oh well, respectfully." Her plants towered behind them. "I don't give a damn. Stay away from them."

The plants grabbed him and threw him just outside the park boundaries. It seemed a little tame for the likes of Ivy but then again she always did go softer for children even if they were brats.

Damian watched as the boy scrambled back to his feet and glared in their direction before he stomped off.

"Damian." His sister was clearly fretting over him, he would never admit it but it felt good, he felt loved. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"I'm alright, I'm alright. I told you, I can take care of myself."

She smiled, soft and relieved. "I don't doubt it but promise me if you see either him or Lila from yesterday, you need go the other way."

"Why?" He frowned. He had a doubt on blondie but what about that Lila girl?

"And by Lila, do you mean the sausage haired girl?"

His sister cracked a grin at that thought she was still serious. "Yeah her."

"Why?" He repeated and she became grim at once. "Because he's sick in the head and she's a psychopath so please, promise me." She met his eyes and really, faced to that did Damian have any other choice but to accept?

She beamed at him as Colin approached them. "That was so cool. Are you okay Dames?" He turned to talk to his best friend and gave him a once over before nodding.

"Thank you for stepping in." He heard his sister and turned around. Ivy may be one of the villains-turned-anti-hero but it didn't mean that people didn't need to be wary around her. What was Marinette thinking?

"Boys like him need to be taught a lesson before it's too late." Damian's mind immediately went to Harley's and Joker's relationship.

"I don't think a lesson would do him any kind of good at this point but thank you."

It was very apparent that her words made Ivy re-evaluate her.

The woman gave a nod. "Don't mention it." She said nothing else but didn't move away.

Marinette smiled. "By the way, I love that flower in your hair. That's a lily right?"

"Yes." She said slowly but the spark in her eye showed that she was now interested. "You know flowers?"

"I have a garden of my own." Marinette revealed. "I tried growing some lilies but they're no where as beautiful as this one." Marinette fished for her phone again and started showing her images. The older woman didn't say anything but Damian could see that she was interested and she seemed almost pleased.

Deeming it safe for now, he slowly turned to Colin who was staring at the scene with amazement.

"Colin." His friend turned to him wide-eyed, "Your sister is amazing."

He couldn't help but feel smug at the words. "Obviously." He said but then lowered his voice. "Tell me, how did she get to me so fast when she was watching butterflies with you."

Colin sobered up at that. "She was talking to me when suddenly she just snapped her head up to look at you. I think that's when the boy came. She told me to stay there and started walking towards you. The thing is when the guy touched you, she was about half-way there, I didn't register but the next thing I knew she was standing between you and the blond." He shook his head. "There's something about her…it's not necessarily bad but she's just...different…special."

"I know what you mean." Damian agreed.

"-and then she spoke with Poison Ivy for one hour straight about plants and gardening. Ivy even gave us a personal tour of the botanical gardens."

"Seriously? She usually takes forever to warm up to someone especially if the other sirens aren't with her."

"Marinette seems to be the exception." The youngest Wayne said as he but into another macaroon. Once again, he had been ambushed on his return home - this time however, it was only his brothers and that had demanded he tell them all about her.

His felt his phone vibrate and knew it was the message he was awaiting. "She's busy during the day." He informed his brothers. "But she invited us for dinner."

His brothers looked at each other and grinned. Tommorow looked promising.

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