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boyfhee · 7 months

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✶ THINKING ABOUT. . . ft. lhs

g fluff w drinking ( he's drunk again ) wc 1.3k note for my darl @isoobie, all my hee works are for her anyway

heeseung doesn't have a high alcohol tolerance.

in fact, he doesn't have any— maybe a little bit— but mostly no, and yet still, he doesn't refuse whenever someone offers him a drink. you've been over this many times, telling him that drinking is not comparable to singing and continuing to drink probably won't improve his tolerance, though your effort is of no avail.

because if it were, you wouldn't have been standing inside a restaurant-bar at eleven pm, watching jay and jake trying to get a hold of an almost-passed-out heeseung, who, for some reason, smiles the moment you enter his currently blurry field of vision.

“we're sorry you had to come here this late again,” jake shoots you an apologetic smile, throwing one of heeseung's arms over his shoulder, making sure he doesn't fall because of the lack of sense of balance as jay was at the counter, making payments. “you know how he is, just wouldn't let us drive him back,”

which is another reason why you want him to stop drinking.

the first one being him wanting to only go back with you when he’s drunk out of his mind, pleading to you with the most irresistible pout to let him stay over at your place— it once dragged the two of you into a scandal. it’s worse since he refuses to let anyone else drive him back when he’s drunk off limits, only wanting you to pick him up even if it’s only to drop him at the dorms.

while being your best friend makes him one of your top priorities, it absolutely doesn't mean he can call you at the most ungodly hours and have you pick him up after heavy drinking sessions. and even if he does, he can at least try to be a little decent and cooperate instead of saying that you're the one who's drunk and he will drive you back to your place and even look after you for the rest of the night.

“heeseung, i don't think i'm the one who needs supervision today,” a sigh escapes your lips as you and the boys manage to get him in the back seat of your car.

“i will look after you so, don't worry,” his replies are followed by soft giggles.

then it goes quiet.

you steal a glance at him through the front-view mirror. heeseung is busy basking in the city noise and street lights. cold winds brush past the rosy dust on his cheeks, strands of purple hair dancing in the wind that make him look angelic, his ocean deep eyes telling a story of a million stars under the crescent moon, as if they're communicating in a language so foreign for the humankind to comprehend.

these are the moments when you realise that one could ask why you like heeseung, and you could give a thousand reasons why you're actually in love with him.

“we’re having another comeback,” he speaks above the blaring horns of vehicles. he’s telling you that for the ninth time— six times sober, three drunk, including this one.

“is that why you drank so much? to celebrate?” your chuckle resonates with a hint of sarcasm, words keeping up with him although, your mind is busy focusing on driving as you filter through the traffic. on other days, the roads would've been tamer, a little emptier. though, the weekends are not.

heeseung exhales heavily. “maybe,”

and it gets quiet once again.

you can hear him say a few things here and there, giggling about something amidst himself, his words too quiet to be coherent to your ears. you don’t quite remember when you and him got so close, to the point where he started calling you for help in every minor inconvenience instead of his brother. you were just a neighbour he bumped into around the dorms, voluntarily and willingly, and now you’re his best friend in just ten months.

“are you still thinking about the comeback?” the question leaves your mouth the moment you park in front of his dorms, holding the door open for him to get out of the car. “can i get a spoiler, or do you still remember the company guidelines even when you’re drunk?”

heeseung and you have been on opposite tracks ever since the day you met, and it doesn't even have to do with your zodiacs and personality— you can’t sing to save your life, while he earns off music— and, you don't know how you both got to a point where he's the person you trust blindly and you're the one he seeks for in the dead of the nights. it's something that comforts you while reminding you how you both have completely different worlds. perhaps, it's in the habits and insecurities that follow, or the simple realisation that heeseung is a star while you're just a planet revolving around.

there's a line between him and you that's stopping you from entering his world, and vice-versa.

“heeseung,” you call him again, putting an extra emphasis to get his head out of whatever comeback related thoughts he’s having, grabbing his arm to get him out of the car.

“i'm thinking about something else,” you scrunch up your nose when he speaks while practically reeking off alcohol. “i'm thinking about you,”

that’s not the first.

and then, he settles his eyes on you, one arm around your waist for support, fixating his gaze on you for a better look as if he has never seen you before. heeseung leans against your car, spending the next five minutes staring at you as you stare back at him with the same interest, or perhaps more, before he breaks into a soft giggle. “you're cute,”

that’s a first.

you don't want to overthink and assume a completely different meaning of his words, changing the trajectory of your relationship— which is actually what you want but, not this way— you decide to play along. “well, i believe i'm more than just cute for being the one to pick you up whenever you're wasted—”

“and pretty,” another first, and then follows a step that he takes towards you. “you're beautiful, smart and cute and. . .and did i tell you that you’re beautiful? i don't know what i'm saying,” a hiccup, his hand brushes against yours, it’s not an accident. he caresses your hand, looking at you with a flushed face and speaking with soft giggles, “i think i'm in love with you,”

“i think, you don't know what you're saying,” you interject with a chuckle, trying to put up a normal front while in reality, you're losing sense of everything because heeseung is confessing to you; and, it's both an honour and a shame because he is intoxicated at the moment.

“i don't,” he exhales.

heeseung falls quiet once again. there's dejection on his face along with hints of desperation to voice his exact feelings, to make sure you understand how he feels about you, and you know his words couldn't be clearer, but he is drunk. you know better than trusting saccharine words laced with the smell of alcohol, although you would've already kissed him if you were braver and he was sober.

“but i really love you,” he says again, chanting the same words to you as if those three words are the only thing that make sense right now. "we’re having a comeback,"

and heeseung also has a habit of talking pointlessly, repeating the same things over and over again when he’s drunk. another step towards, his hands brush against yours before he links his index finger with yours. you almost give in, almost, finding it hard to control yourself through the close proximity between him and you. you find yourself getting drunk on the alcohol in the breathe, or the way his lips are barely centimetres away from yours.

“i love you,” he repeats again, and you’re frozen in your stance, and he has no plans of backing out, you’re expecting him to bring up the comeback again, but he just presses his lips against yours before pulling back. “so please remind me if i forget any of this tomorrow,”

and then his lips are back on yours.

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enhafilthandfiction · 1 year

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i love ur fics so much 💗 can I request a fic were ur wearing a revealing outfit and he gets super turned on about and starts to take off ur clothes 🤧

In the Kitchen - Yang Jungwon

Hello Anons!! I decided to kinda add these three together because they would make a perfect fic omg 🤭 jealous, tipsy fwb Jungwon that gets jealous when other men look at your revealing outfit and makes out with you 😍 so I hope y'all don't mind :))

*Also, disclaimer* : Jungwon is now 20 in Korea, so he is an fully grown man adult. Please stop hating on me and my posts, all I'm doing is writing and fulfilling asks willingly. The 'block tumblr' feature exists and you can just block me or just stop babying Jungwon.

If your're not comfortable reading, don't press the 'keep reading" tab

Summary : Your tipsy fwb Jungwon gets jealous when you wear a revealing outfit and decides to teach you who you belong to.

Pairing : Fwb!Jungwon X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Mentions of parties and slight drinking, revealing outfit on reader, friends with benefits, Jungwon being slightly drunk and jealous which leads to him being slightly possessive (kinda), makeouts, grinding, marking, love bites, neck kissing, Jungwon touching reader (but no fingering mentioned).

Word Count : 1123 words

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It was already Friday which meant that frat boy's party was today. You were invited of course, your friends dragging you along. You knew Jungwon, your fuck buddy, would be there and you weren't going to hold back tonight, putting on your most revealing outfit, just to tease him.

What you didn't expect though, guys swarming around you, grinding up against you and even groping you too. Their eyes wouldn't leave your barely covered body, a thin piece of clothing covering you up.

You didn't even see him until you went to the kitchen, partly to get away for those pervs and also to get yourself a drink. As you searched for something to drink, you didn't see him in the dim lights, eyeing your figure.

He was resting against one of the counters nonchalantly, waiting for you to notice him. Until you did. He was wearing a black button up shirt along with some dark pants to match. His hair was ruffled, his messy fringe falling over his pretty eyes like always. His eyes had some sort of glint in them. Perhaps they were a little more sharper than usual.

You snapped out of your thoughts when he spoke to you "You should've taken a picture, it would've lasted longer" he says in a tone filled with fake pity, pursing his lips in a thin line. It was his turn to eye you up and down now, having a lot to see since the cloth did nothing to cover you up.

"I like your outfit" he compliments with an annoyed tone "but I should be the only one seeing you in it" he leans closer to you, "isn't that right doll?" Whispering into your ear. You shudder at his sudden closeness, breathing out softly. "Jungwon, we just fuck around that's it" you tried to reply firmly, but your tone wasn't so sure either.

Ever since you and him became friends with benefits, you had placed rules, but the main one was to : never catch feelings for each other. You're just fuck buddies, you're only supposed to fuck around and that's it. "Don't ever think about dating" he had told you, but it was becoming impossible every time you met him, especially with the mixed signs he was sending you way.

He seemed protective of you in some way, like tonight. It's not the first time he had hated the way you flirted with other guys, but he haven't told you anything about it, just to be careful of guys you've just met. Even though what he meant was to not get involved with other guys.

He just wanted you for himself, which was very selfish of him, especially since he was the one to forbid dating at all costs. But today was different. You could see it by just looking into his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol he had just drank? You didn't know, but he seemed way more confident than before;

His hands immediately found your waist, and as his lips met yours, there was no going back. He pushed you against the counter in a second, his body engulfing you, and his tongue prodding against your lips. You had already got used to this by now, his tongue always found a way to sneak into your mouth, desperately twirling his wet muscle with yours.

As his hands trailed higher to grope your breasts, his knee made it's way between your legs, bucking it up against your core, making you whine out his name. You desperately grinded against his knee, your clit itching for friction, as his hands played with your chest and his mouth massaged against yours.

He pulled his face away from yours and leant down, attaching his lips with your neck. "Jungwon, more" you breathed between kisses as his teeth nip your skin and his tongue runs over the love bite, almost like a sorry.

He sucks your neck until he's marked it, marking you as his. "You're mine Y/n, got it?" he states, his lips returning to your neck. His hands guide your hips harder on his knee, your arousal already wetting you panties.

"Jungwon, please, need more" you whine out of need, making him raise an eyebrow at you. "Such a needy girl, aren't you y/n-ssi?" He shames, twitching his knee for emphasis.

"Who do you belong to huh?" he asks you, stopping his movements and waiting for your answer. "Y-you Jungwon" you reply, wondering what's gotten into him. He did empty a few bottles of soju tonight but this is not the alcohol speaking.

The revealing outfit definitely worked something inside him, arousing him more than he would think. "How about we take this off, huh?" he smiles sweetly at you, showing you his bunny teeth.

"In some dude's kitchen?" You question unbelievably.

"It's fine baby, the door's closed, and besides, if someone walks in, its not like they haven't already seen enough with this little outfit doing little to cover you up" he explains, lingering his fingers on the thin fabric, waiting for your to allow give him the green light.

"Fine" As soon as the word leaves your lips, he's tugging down the clothing covering your lower body, leaving you in just your panties. You're still covered at the top, but that doesn't make you feel less naked.

His hands snake down to your crotch, his fingers rubbing you though the fabric. You moaned in relief when he added a little pressure to your clit, the fabric of your underwear adding to the friction.

His fingers move lower, feeling the wet spot seeping through you underwear. "Fuck, you're really wet for me" he breathes out, a smirk playing on his lips.

His warm hands sneak past the elastic band of your panties, that way he could rub your clit better. "How makes you this wet, huh?" He asks, rubbing quicker and harsher when you don't reply, making you whimper out.

"You! Jungwon, you!" you almost scream out, the pleasure being overwhelming. He smiles gladly and rubs your clit in tighter circles, bringing you to an orgasm in return.

"Ahh, Jungwon, c-cumming" you moan out, your hips twitching as you release around nothing. His finger proudly leave slide out of your underwear, his lips kissing your cheek as you calm down.

He leans down to grab your bottom half of the revealing outfit, dressing you back in it. "From now on, I'm the only one who can see you in slutty fits, yeah?" he confirms, connecting your lips in a chaste kiss.

Just as he's about to pull away, the door swings open, revealing your spent figure and his composed one. He looks at your flushed face "We were just getting out of here"

Hi thankyou for reading this post! I hope it didn't upset anyone and please keep in mind that Jungwon is now an adult. I have been receiving a lot of Jungwon requests lately, so more Jungwon fics on their way!

Thankyou for all the love and support y'all have been showing me, it is honestly over whelming and I appreciate it since it helps motivating me against haters and create new fics for y'all :))

If you enjoyed this post, you can help support my blog by tipping me here! Anything is highly appreciated!

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mins-fins · 7 months

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LABYRINTH (L.CH)

SUMMARY . . . it's really easy to just say "i'm fine" and go on with it, anton doesn't take it, though.

PAIRING . . . anton lee x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, light light angst

WARNINGS . . . mentions of sleep deprivation

WORD COUNT . . . 0.7k

NOTES . . . *taps mic* hi anton lovers, hi again riize fandom, i love anton hes just so 😢 anyway i didn't willingly make this the demons stole my computer and typed it out for me 🙏 *crowd cheers and applauses and fire alarms go off and the place explodes*

. . . my beloved mother (aka the best and only elif i know) @jinkiseason asked to be tagged so here you go (you better read this 😡) (i made it in your wc range/j)

"y/n".

said boy startles, almost hitting his head on the counter. he groans, covering his face for a moment. once his eyesight registers, he looks up to see his roommate, whose eyes are focused on the textbooks set on the kitchen counter. "shit sorry, what time is it?" he asks, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"it's two am" y/n swears he almost gasps out loud when he hears. two? as in two in the morning? that can't be.. "i— i'm sorry did i disturb you? i didn't mean to fall asleep i just—"

"no no" anton cuts into his sentence. "your not disturbing me.. i— why are you sleeping on the kitchen counter?"

how long did i doze off for?

"i was.." y/n pauses as he catches anton's gaze, he recognizes that gaze. he's seen it from his parents, his older siblings, his ex lovers, his friends, and just.. strangers. anton already knows how he's going to respond. "studying".

anton closes his eyes, sighing, and y/n feels that recognizable shame curl in his gut. "y/n.. what time did you start studying?"

y/n goes silent once again, disappointedly looking down at the kitchen counter as he begins to drag his finger up and down it, trying to distract himself. he feels another curl of shame in his gut when he hears anton sigh, again.

"y/n—"

"i know i know, i'm sorry" he immediately says, feeling like he did something wrong, anton's tone of voice was really stressing him out, he hated that tone of voice, he hated the way it was so recognizable and how anxious it made him feel. "i didn't mean to upset you".

anton simply blinks, then shakes his head. "it's not your fault" he whispers, walking up to y/n and rubbing a hand up and down his back. "y/n i worry about you".

y/n musters up a smile, but he's so tired he can't even keep it up, frowning immediately. "i have so many exams this week.. this is my best bet—"

"no, you need to sleep".

y/n chuckles sleepily, his eyes barely able to stay open. "it's okay, i can rest after my exams are ove—"

"do you really think i'm gonna let you do that?"

y/n pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. he almost laughs once again, but he stays silent. anton looks at him for a moment; then closes his textbook. "come on".

"come on where?"

"your going to sleep" anton states, he doesn't ask or even wait for an answer, he just says it like he knows what he's doing. y/n looks at him like he just said something crazy, but anton doesn't budge.

"what?"

anton looks at him for a split second, sighing. "i don't want you to disagree with me, your going to sleep whether you like it or not".

y/n scoffs; "i'm not even tire—"

"its two in the morning, you studied all day, you are going to sleep".

anton grabs his arm, helping him stand up and dragging him away from the kitchen counter. y/n lightly yelps, but it's quiet. "anton, seriously, i don't need sleep, i'm fine i don't—"

"you need to stop trying to argue with me" anton mutters, turning on the sink and handing y/n his toothbrush. "i care about you, and your going to sleep, whether you like it or not".

y/n finally sighs, he stops trying to argue with anton, which makes the other smile. he grabs his toothbrush, hoping he's not that tired and can successfully do it.

"when was the last time you even got a full eight hours?"

y/n gives anton a look, not being able to respond because he's brushing his teeth, he lightly shoves his shoulder and anton laughs. that's pretty ironic considering anton barely gets sleep himself.

"your talking about eight hours?" y/n says, rinsing his mouth before looking back up. "you barely get sleep yourself".

"yeah but this is about you is it not?"

"i hate you".

anton deadpans for a moment, snickering. "no you don't" he easily responds, smiling. "now chop chop, you need to sleep".

"don't rush me".

"i will if i want to! come on, sleep!"

y/n sighs, yawning, but follows.

#anton lee #lee chanyoung #riize #anton riize #riize anton #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize drabbles #anton imagines #riize x reader #riize x male reader #anton x reader #anton x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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heartsforvenus · 6 days

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supernova ⛥

robin buckley x fem reader

summary- you and robin are newfound friends, but you wish you were something more. little did you know, so did she. you were both too afraid of admitting your own feelings

tags- song fic 'red wine supernova' by chappell roan, fluff, kind of angst, 'one-sided' pining, sex references, mention of drinking, the joys of a first homoerotic friendship

lowercase intended

this is lowkey trash and all over the place, but i had the idea and thought it was cute. hope you enjoy my first fic <3

i'm in the hallway waiting for ya, mini skirt and my go-go boots

"we're gonna be late!" you exclaimed, standing outside of robin's bedroom.

you had recently befriended robin buckley, one of the band geeks of hawkins high, and somehow convinced her to go to a party thrown by tommy h. not only is she your new friend, she is also your longtime crush, but that was a secret between you and your diary.

that led you to this moment, where you were standing in the hallway outside of robin's bedroom waiting for her to get ready and contemplating your life actions. robin did say that you could stay in her room while she changed, yet you knew yourself better than that. even if you were turned around and forcing your attention on the most mundane object in her room, you were sure to die of embarrassment, thinking about her bare body standing mere feet away from you.

"would you chill out? i'm getting ready for a party i didn't even want to go to, nor was i invited to for that matter," she reminded you and you leaned your head on the wall behind you.

"half the people at those parties weren't invited, he's not gonna point out you in particular," you told her and you saw her head pop out of the door.

"i look like a fucking idiot and i can't zip up this dress. let's just not go," robin decided. your body was on autopilot when you turned the corner into her room and grabbed her arm. the touch of her soft skin against your own was almost enough to make you forget what you were even doing, as she stared at you waiting for you to say something.

"let me zip it for you." your voice came out in almost a whisper as you were still kind of stunned from the previous interaction. and don't get me wrong, the two of you have touched each other before, even held hands, but you weren't sure if you would ever get over this phase.

"fine. but don't break it. maybe i can return it after tonight," robin thought aloud, which made you frown.

i just want you to make a move, so slow down, sit down, it's new

"robin, you look... i mean, this dress... it's so nice."

you mentally facepalmed at yourself. obviously she looked beautiful. this was not the first time you chickened out on complimenting her and it surely wouldn't be the last. you were honestly just saving yourself from the inevitable embarrassment. you couldn't handle the 'i only see you as a friend' from robin, that would just be the point where you would genuinely hope the ground would swallow you whole. or that you'd get hit by a car. or that the world would end.

"thanks, you can have it if you want it. it would probably look better on you anyway," robin commented, and you could feel the all too familiar feeling of warmth rising to your face.

"no..." you shook your head. you wanted to tell her that the dress looked like it was made personally for her. it showed off all her curves in a way that wasn't too revealing, but it was just enough to catch your eye as you glanced over her body in a manner that was not as discreet as you hoped.

in an attempt to change the subject, you yet again grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room.

"let's go before all the attendees get too bored and start having sex in every room," you suggested. her lack of resistance was a shock as she willingly let you drag her out of the house.

"now, how are we even getting there? if you plan on drunk driving me home then you're even worse of an influence than i thought," robin wondered, leaning back on the hood of your car.

"i was just thinking we could walk. it's not too far from here." robin groaned at your suggestion before standing up straight.

"fine, but you can carry me on the way back," robin agreed.

i just wanna get to know ya, guess i didn't quite think it through

once the two of you made it to the party, you began drinking whatever anyone would hand you in a red solo cup. you guys were stuck inside of your own bubble, accidentally ignoring everyone around you to just speak to each other. you each spoke about your families and your deepest fears, but there was always that one thing on the tip of your tongue that you couldn't force out.

not here, you'd tell yourself, someone might hear and then everyone will know.

as if she could read your mind, robin narrowed her eyes and asked, "what's on your mind?"

"oh, it's nothing," you promised her, not realizing your dilemma was so evident on your face. or maybe she could just read you that well already.

"right... well i just told you about how i literally peed my pants a year ago, so i think we can talk about anything." her blue eyes pierced into your soul, and you so badly wanted to tell her what you were thinking about. another day.

"i was just thinking about how embarrassing it is to pee your pants," you lied and she giggled, that giggle that would've had you weak in the knees had you been standing.

"okay, you jerk, i'm sure you've done embarrassing things too." she pushed your shoulder lightly.

"not yet," you told her. she shook her head, wondering why you were such an enigma, and why it always felt like there was something you weren't telling her. for a moment you snapped out of your bubble to notice everyone around you was either making out or passed out, just as you had predicted. "maybe we should take this as our cue to leave."

this caused robin to notice her surroundings for the first time and jokingly gag, which caught the attention of one of the girls who was kissing some guy. she just glared back at her, and robin jumped up.

"yeah, let's go before this girl beats the shit out of me," robin, wide eyed, agreed. the two of you clumsily rushed out of the front door, passing more and more couples until you finally made it out into the night.

there was a breeze in the air, but it wasn't too cold. you hoped that robin wasn't cold, because you didn't bring a jacket to offer her. she hoped the same about you.

fell in love with the thought of you, now i'm choked up, face down, burnt out

now, you were laying next to her in her bed. wearing her spare pjs, literally surrounded by her scent. you couldn't sleep, because you were thinking about the girl beside you, as you often did in the middle of the night. usually in your own bed, though, so being near her was making it much worse. you had half a mind to just leave, but you didn't know if you'd ever have the opportunity to sleep in her bed ever again. you certainly wouldn't once she found out what you were, or so you thought.

you felt her shuffle closer to you, and you tensed up. she had been jerking about the bed the whole time, but you didn't expect her to unconsciously move closer to you.

god, you had it worse than you thought.

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kali-chaotic-neutral · 4 months

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What you need to hear right now

Pick an outfit aesthetic and get called out by my Tarot decks

Light Academia Preppy Fairycore Coquette

Disclaimer: This tarot reading is not meant for you to make drastic choices or actions. Take this with a pinch of salt, this is just me giving advice with my sassy decks. Take the advice you want, anything that doesn't resonate, leave it.

My decks are taking turns calling you out on your bullshit, because sometimes delulu is NOT the solulu.

Light Academia:

What is your relationship with money? No, seriously. You're saving and saving money and not using it. And that's good. But there's a thin line between being frugal/not wasting your money and willingly hoarding. The former is being more smart and saving up to benefit you in the future, but the latter comes more from anxiety and fear. You don't want to buy things or spend some money in fear of loosing everything. Hoarding and having this paranoia over money will end up in you loosing it all as the universe will see you unhappy over the money you have that it will take it back and not give it. Not because you don't deserve it, but because the universe thinks that this wealth and money that you're hoarding is putting you in a bad place and it doesn't want that.

Why are you so nervous and hesitant to reveal your projects? It could be a book you're writing, poems, art, anything. Your fear of failure and eventually not letting others see your work will lead to what you fear. Failing. I was there in that place, darling. I feared people would judge me because of what I wrote, how I wrote. Then I showed a couple of my friends and teachers and they LOVED IT! People might not like it, but that doesn't they'll hate it. You'll never you know until you try.

How long are you going to hold onto the fear of failure or maybe years ago when you did fail in something that caused that fear? How long are you going to let the past drag you down? Hold you back from being the writer, the poet, the artist that you are!? The fear will always be there, but would you rather be in a a perpetual state of fear and anxiety or be someone that doesn't have regrets. Because there will be if you hold yourself back like this. Oh, why did I not just enter that poetry contest? Why did I not just show my art to others? Why did I not... Why didn't I... Regrets. Do you want a future full of regrets? No? Change.

You have a habit of being a big talker. Oh, I'll publish my book when I 'm 25. Oh, I'll go to the best art college. Oh this and that and that. But do you work hard to achieve those? I'm a big talker too, I had troubles working up as well. My 11th grade AS Level exams were a wake up call for me. I've passed and am on my way to a good college in a few months. Work hard and smart, don't keep flapping your gums dreaming big. It won't come true unless you work hard enough for it. You're also focusing too hard in perfecting your work to your detriment. Trying to perfect things almost always lead to it being even worse than before. Leave your projects as they are and let someone else, someone you trust look at it. Let them give you input and comments on your work, take those comments as ways to make your work better. Not as flaws they notices.

Once you fix all this shit up, work on yourself and your fears, fast change and movement will come. Maybe you'll finally get into that art college or college. Maybe you'll get that scholarship. But good change is coming. Don't read this and go: oh, good change is coming, I'll just relax a bit—NO!! If you do this the change will be for the worse. The universe will be sending you lessons after lessons if you slack off. Not until you're well off and in that dream house and job.

Slack off and my cards can see bad luck coming, you might lose people in your life due to conflict. Nothing good. There will be family issues that will need your attention, maybe someone is sick or just not feeling well mentally. If you actually work hard, I can see you becoming emotionally mature, and a good and loving figure to yourself and others.

Preppy:

Why are you putting more on your plate than you can eat? Why are you willingly allowing your workload to get heavier and heavier? You're overworked, on the brink of a burn out and yet you're here panicking and loosing sleep over the burden of projects and work you've put upon yourself. Put the other projects aside, do the most important one. And now, I know there is one project that is more important than the others. Evaluate the significance of the work you're doing and do the most important ones. One by one. Don't multitask darling. And stop overburdening yourself. You're letting obstacles get in the way and thus loosing discipline over yourself and loosing sight of your real goal. Take back the reins and steady yourself, focus on the path you want to take and go there.

Due to doing the exact amount of work you're supposed to be, you're able to solely focus on your projects. Cultivating it and making it better and successful. And I can see this as a time of celebration. BUT. Don't let it get to your head. Because if you do and you get cocky, fortune will not favor you. When things go downhill for you, learn from your mistakes and ensure it doesn't happen again.

You're not letting change take place. You're refusing to let this chapter of your life end, because you're afraid what the next chapter holds. LET GO!! Stop trying to extend the pages of this chapter. IT"S OVER. The more you resist, the more the situation will drag and drag. Universe has your back no matter how stubborn you are.

You're doubting yourself. This is impeding you being able to fulfil your highest potential and be your best self. Take a small break from whatever you're doing. Reflect, self evaluate. I've recently begun doing shadow work every night before bed, 3 questions max (you can find on Pinterest) and I do a gratitude journal every morning when I wake up (bullet list of what I'm grateful for). Limit and stop your inner critic, because you become what you think. If someone grows up being called an idiot they'll always think they're an idiot. It won't matter if a few teachers of peers say they're surprisingly smart. Change your mindset, be kinder to yourself. It isn't easy. But you'll get there.

If you continuously drag the past and your insecurities with you, it will lead to more stressful situations, more sadness, failure, a place where you'll be forced to choose. if you don't let these drag you down, you will become the highest version of yourself and someone who is successful and confident and powerful.

Fairycore:

You're not listening to your intuition, or your inner voice. Your intuition is important and should be heard. Maybe you're ignoring red flags in a person, or a situation. You're not listening to yourself and that is not good. You're not facing your inner world or your inner truth. Not wanting to accept or listen, not sure. But it isn't going to do you any good. Withdrawing from your inner world will lead to disbalance. Turn towards your inner self, take care of it. Focus on which part of your life is being unattended, care for it.

You're trying too hard to fit in with the crowd. Going along with the trends, doing what everyone else does, and nothing is wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with going with the flow and doing what is familiar to you, just don't put too much effort into it. Like you know the long line for Stanley Cups? (I think that's what they're called) Like don't be that desperate and plain like the others.

There will be burdens on your mind/mental health due to neglecting your inner voice and thoughts. You will end up bursting and exploding one day and it will lead to guilt and embarrassment. This will lead to you withdrawing within yourself, not wanting to go out. You'll feel tempted to give up and withdraw into yourself. Don't. Plan strategically, be aware of people around you that may not have your best interests at heart. Don't trust blindly, listen to your intuition and gut feeling. Listen and plan.

Once you begin strategically and logically planning, you will be successful (financially) and there will be better relationships in your life (platonic, romantic, etc.) You life will be more harmonious and calm and pleasant and once you've dealt with the people who don't have your best interest at heart, new better friendships will come. SO DON"T GIVE UP B*TCH!!!

Coquette:

You're frustrated because an idea for a project that you have, is not really having the breakthrough that you hoped it would. You're exasperated, tired and annoyed. I would be too. But it won't get better the more annoyed you get. Go back to the planning books/board and read over what you had planned. Proofread it, cut out a few things, add a few things, change a few things. Don't let frustration get to you here. It happens to all of us. The project simply needs a tweak. You're ambition has lead you to rush with this project, that's why it's not going the way you want it to. You've rushed the planning, so the project will be that way. Unsatisfactory. Don't rush headlong into these things, take time to prepare and plan the foundations of the project. It's almost like you're trying to grow up fast. And that's not good. Don't rush the process. Enjoy your life as it is now, before adulthood comes with its imposing responsibilities and expectations. Otherwise you'll live a life looking back into your childhood with regrets.

Because of this regret or stress from jumping into things rashly, it could lead to unhealthy addictions. You falling into darker thoughts. This could lead to times of confusion, where you're lying to yourself. Being delulu and trying to convince yourself it's not that bad. Change. Don't let your delusions get ahold of you, take a break from what you're doing and re-evaluate your work. Once re-evaluated and proper change brought, I can see you getting everything you've ever tried manifesting.

there could be a male figure (either a partner/brother or friend) will be a great help to you in financial matters. Maybe even a beginning of a romance if it is a friend and if it is a partner, maybe your love life will take a next step. ONLY if you work on the issues I've stated

#tarot spreads #free tarot reading #tarot community #pac tarot #pac reading #tarot pac #witchy vibes #baby witch #witchcraft #pick a pile #pick a photo

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thetriplets3 · 8 months

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whispering to each other + searching for the other’s hand in bed like theyre both tired but cant fall asleep (matt or chris x y/n or smt)

❝𝐢’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰❞

pairing: matt x reader (no defined relationship but mutual pining?)

warnings: brief mention of anxious thoughts, loneliness, depression, vague mention of suicidal wishes

a/n special thanks to @dwntwn-strnlo for editing this you’re the best and shoutout to whoever it was to color code dialogue i took that idea anyways enjoy 🍿

having my 3 best friends away on tour was hard enough but having a rough few weeks physically and mentally on top of that was really hard on me. since i've moved here i haven't really made any friends. parties, events, and crowded loud places aren't my thing which makes it hard to meet people. sure i've met people the odd time the boys dragged me out but i was never able to hold a conversation let alone willingly go up to people. which brings me to now.

the triplets asked if i wanted to come on tour with them but i was in the middle of the semester, the busiest time. so i've spent the past few weeks alone, only leaving when i had to work. it sucks having no one to be able to go do things with, to talk to, and to just be there.

mindlessly clicking through the stories of people i follow, just trying to distract myself from my own thoughts, my screen reveals the faces of the only people i wish i were with right now. my heart aches watching them have the time of their lives being able to explore places they always dreamed of and getting to show their personalities on stage. don't get me wrong i'm beyond happy for them and how successful they’ve become the last few years, but i just wish i were with them. quickly hearting matt’s story of him posing in front of the bean in chicago, i drop my phone beside me and get under my covers, curling up. he seemed so happy being on tour.

i lie there, thoughts wandering, and tears gently flowing as i realize how truly alone i am. my thoughts are disrupted when i feel my bed softly vibrate. lazily rolling over, i grab my phone only to be met with a text from the person i yearned for the most. matt.

heyyy look who’s alive!

where’ve ya been it’s been a while since any of us heard from you?

you doing okay?

unfortunately i've been busy, midterm term time sorry edited

i’m fine

looks like tour’s fun, you look happy

unfortunately? please take time for yourself too you can only do so much if you’re not at your best

you’ll do great on them don’t overwork yourself love

it’s a blast seeing new places, meeting new people, i just wish you were here

shoot i forgot you can see what the other person edited

i was kidding. i’ll try

i wish i was there i miss you but it makes me happy seeing you be successful

we’ll be home before you know it i miss you too

and with that i turn my phone off for the night and bury myself under my covers in a desperate attempt to shut my brain off from thinking things it shouldn't. as the hours passed i tossed more and more not able to fall asleep, stay asleep and get comfortable. peeking at my clock to see the glowing 6:44am, i roll over shoving my face into my pillow and let out an unnecessarily loud groan. seeing no point staying in bed just to not be able to sleep i pad my way to the living room, claiming it my spot for the day. i put on a random season of the office to fill the silence and loneliness that i've sadly become used to. having seen the office far too many times, it's become a comfort background show, making it easy for me to fall asleep.

i accidentally ordered a package to your house from the last time you used my amazon prime to order something. it says it’s been delivered could you just put it aside for me? have a good day

staring at my phone i reread matt's text a few times, my mind still fuzzy and confused thanks to my lack of sleep. finally understanding it after the 5th time, i wrap my blanket around my body and trudge over to the door to pick it up. opening the door and checking the ground for a package i'm met with beat up air forces instead. startled, my head whips just to confirm it's who i thought it was.

matt.

all the loneliness, emptiness, sadness, yearning to see you hit me at once, a wave of tears overcame me as i engulf you in a hug nearly sending you and i to the floor. no words have been spoken, there's no need to. i immediately bury my head into your chest, your one hand coming to cradle my head as the other holds me securely to your body. we stay like this for a few minutes before you slightly pull away grabbing my hands and placing them around your neck, sneaking a quick peck to my cheek as you do so. your hands snake around my waist and gently lift me, bringing both of us into my house. closing the front door we make our way to the living room sitting on the couch turning to face each other.

god i missed you. today was our last day of tour but we were gonna stay there and explore the city for a few days but i couldn’t wait any longer i needed to see you. i was worried about you and couldn't bare the thought of being away for another second.

i missed you more. things haven’t been right since you guys left

like what?

it feels stupid to say out loud but ive felt so alone. like i have no one other than you guys and that makes me feel so pathetic that i rely on you guys so much. i haven't been able to sleep that much my mind just won't shut up i kept thinking about you guys and worrying about something bad happening to you it's stupid i know. heavily sighing i roughly wipe my face drying the tears that i tried so desperately to not let fall.

hey what did we talk about? every thought and feeling is valid they’re not stupid don’t say that.

you stand and offer me your hand and lead me to my room where we crawl into bed. you pull me as close to you as you possibly can. my head on your chest with my arm loosely draped across your body, your cotton shirt carelessly balled up in my hand. your arms wrapped around my torso like your life depended on it. god i missed this

i’m here now okay? everything’s okay, i’m okay, my brothers are okay, nothing happened to us. we’re not going anywhere for a while and when we do your coming with us. and don’t try and say you won’t be able to because of school, you’re coming no matter what. i can’t go that long without you, nothings the same

i won’t put up a fight i don’t want to do this again this was horrible being alone for so long. i missed being in your arms, feeling like nothing bad will ever happen because i have you here

as you place a gentle kiss to the top of my head a comfortable silence falls over us and we bask in this moment of being in each others arms again. my eyes grow heavy but my body is still fighting sleep like it has for the past few weeks

you can sleep now i’m here i’m not going anywhere i promise. i love you so much sweet girl

with the hushed tone of your voice and gentle pecks on my forehead, i feel my body grow heavier with sleep. i blindly reach my hand around searching for yours which you seem to pick up on what i wanted, placing your hand on mine and give it a squeeze once and a while letting me know you're right there.

goodnight sweet girl. i’m right here

taglist: @antisocialties @iluvmatt @dwntwn-strnlo @fake-coolbeans @opheliaofficial07 @angelcake-222 @oneirophobic @strniolo @lollibumblebee @ssturniolo @20nugs

(i can’t remember who it was but i saw someone color coded the dialogue and that makes it so much easier to read so shoutout to you if it was you)

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #readers pov

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writers-ex · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you're doing well. may I please request a yandere Yeji x female reader fic? Where reader is secretly equally obsessed with Yeji, she has no one she wants to be with and relies on more. Her family is horrible, and most of her friends are fake and two-faced. With Yeji being the only constant in her life, she latches on and willingly stays with Yeji when taken. Yeji confused yet thrilled decides to ask why and learns readers true feelings. With smut and claiming/praising kink

flipping finally T-T enjoy anon <3

warnings: yandere themes, bullying, abusive family and friends, stalking, marking up, whatever this is

word count: 961

"i could've sworn i hid her panties underneath my shoe box...?" searching around her room yeji grumbles to herself and sighs. this was the third time this month that your panties she 'found' were misplaced in her own apartment?! the feeling of someone's gaze on her causes her to look out the window to see the rustle of a bush when your text notification dings making yeji jump for her phone.

'ft?'

your face on her phone never ceases to amaze her but what really ticked her off was hearing your parents fight for the 800th time this week. the amount of times you wince and zone out during her conversation makes her blood boil.

"i-i-i can't take it anymore can i sleep over ji?"

"you don't even have to ask, my place is open for you baby." as you hang up the call yeji quickly picks up hiding any of her latest 'borrowed' items from you. once you open the door yeji pulls you in for a hug letting you cry it out as she guides you to bed. as your tears calm down yeji sings you a lullaby until you're fast asleep in her arms with the moonlight outlining your features yeji stays up to stare at you for a bit.

as you shift your body closer to her your hands start to move lower down her body and slide into her shirt, confused yeji stays quiet to watch your next move. you groping and play with her nipples letting out soft whimpers until yeji shivers making you stop your actions and flip over. only one thing went through her mind the following day when you got up to shower and couldn't look her in the eye.

you took advantage of her in her 'sleep'.

"thanks for letting me stay over yeji. i'll pay you back with some dessert at that cafe you like, see you after school?"

"sure thing!" waving goodbye yeji makes her way to class and after first period she remembers that she packed your lunch in her bag. outside the door, those friends of yours that yeji always saw you with are huddled together pointing and laughing.

"did you see it? she's wearing the same thing again!!"

"lazy pig, i bet her parents kicked her out."

"why do we hang out with her again?"

"because she's friends with the hottest girl in school hwang yeji duh?!"

"and she makes a great gopher, i wonder when she'll be coming back with our-WHAT THE FUCK?!" the group of now sopping wet girls turns around to find you holding empty cups with what were their drinks. hot tears in your eyes one of them raises their hand at you when yeji rushes over to pull you away.

"don't you dare touch her you, ungrateful bastard! i'm going to make sure you're blacklisted from ever leaving your room." screaming threats at yeji she simply turns around and drags you out of the school.

"yeji wait where are we-"

"baby i think it's time we took our long weekend today."

"but yeji it's only monday?!" not saying anything else yeji guides you back to her car and drives you away from the rural place you call home and enters the unfamiliar bustling city. driving up to a building yeji parks and takes you by the hand to the elevators inside going up to the top floor. as the doors open she opens one room and immediately you feel a sense of familiarity as you walk inside. the whole apartment looks exactly like your room at home, before you can say anything else yeji bolts the door shut and looks at you with a crazy glint in her eye.

"you'll be safe here. together we can live and support each other without all the horrible people trying to tear us apart." she walks closer to you with her voice rising and hands grabbing your arms. "no more bullies. no more evil parents. no more tears. you'll stay here with me as my most beloved, as ...as mine."

"thank you for this opportunity."

"i'm sorry what did you-"

"i said thank you yeji." her eyes study your face as your blank look turns into a full-out grin as you embrace yeji cackling. "i can't believe it took you this long to ask me."

"i well i...ok then so that means-"

"i like you silly, i've only ever liked you. why do you think i try to sleep over every chance i get? or maybe even why you have so many of my things at your place which by the way i had to get some of my panties back since you left me with just the one pair i currently have on?" unbuttoning your pants they fall to the floor revealing a cute cherry pattern panty.

"fuck this." crashing her lips onto yours the two of you stumble toward the bed as yeji moves her lips to mark your leg while you grip tightly. now on the bed yeji towers over you eyeing your now disheveled hair and crazy smile. "strip now i need to get one more thing to make this day just right." as you remove your clothes eagerly yeji rushes to the kitchen and pull out of the drawer a small wrapped gift box. returning to bed she sees you sitting up your bare body on display as she throws you the box while ripping her clothes off.

"yeji what is-oh yeji my love." the now unwrapped box reveals a collar with yeji's name written beautifully in your favorite color. standing in front of you yeji grabs the ends of the collar and ties it to your neck as she cups your face looking into your eyes.

"mine."

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little-worm-grant · 6 months

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Steven's pov: Dropping By

Marc Spector & Steven Grant & Reader

691 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Marc's trying to do something nice for someone he likes, but Steven comes out instead.

Sand slipped out from the gaps between his fingers. Watching it fall back into the desert seas. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but it started to feel like home among the ruins. He knew now this was where Marc almost died. Where Khonshu took advantage of him. How funny that it seemed to have become Steven’s serenity. How he kept returning to this specific place. He didn’t want to be anywhere else. He wouldn’t look at the lines in the sand of where a body had dragged itself up the steps. Or the stains of blood. Or the bodies outside. Inside there. For the smallest of moments. He felt safe.

Then his mom walked in. Wasn’t the first time she’d shown up somewhere in his headspace. He used to greet the arrival wholeheartedly. The illusion of all those good memories had crumbled away long ago. He didn’t greet her with a hug or joy. He slowly backed away when she approached, causing her to stop. Eyes glanced down to her empty hands and finding that alone still scared him. Something else coiled around in his chest. An underlying wound he felt whenever he thought about what she did to Marc. To them.

“I’m sorry mom. I gotta say it. What you did, it weren’t right.”

He expected her to strike him but she didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Looked less like the mom he knew and more like the mom Marc knew. It was unnerving. Didn’t stop him from continuing. The words bubbled out in his building resentments.

“I never said goodbye. I just wanted a mom that loved me and all I got was this. You were supposed to protect us. You were supposed to love him unconditionally. I want you gone. Out of my head. For good. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

She stepped forward and Steven cowered back into the corner. Trapped. His hand coming up to his mouth. Fear and apprehension bit into his every word. He covered his face to hide.

“Get out please. Go. I need you to leave me alone. Go please. Go away. Go-”

“You're safe. Steven. Take some deep breaths.”

The yank back to reality was so quick he hadn’t realized the words were being muttered while he kept his face covered. He popped up in a daze. Overthrowing Marc from the front so he could ground himself. Entirely disorientated and not even sure where the hell they were. An apartment, but not his own. Relief of not being back there washed over him.

“Yeah. Alright, yeah. Doin’ loads better.”

“Sure? You were wigging out a second ago.”

“I’m fine. Super. Why wouldn’t I be? What’re we doing here for?”

Marc went quiet, finally. He could think. Steven was standing in some rando’s kitchen. Food everywhere in the middle of preparation. Was he making himself a flipping sandwich??

“You didn’t break in here did you?”

“I did but it's a friends place-“

“Marc. We talked about this. We can’t be showing up places unannounced. Vampires don’t go in places they haven’t been invited and raid the cupboards, neither should we. It’s just rude.”

“That’s not how vampires work and it ain’t for me. Here. Let me take over. I'll finish up and we'll go.”

"Oh no, mister. No. It's my body too and you're not booting me out again. I didn't even know you could make friends until you let me meet that nice angry lady and handsome devil. What happened with those translations anyway?"

"Steven-"

A door opened and Steven spun around looking alarmed. Looking around and going for the closest thing. Spatula. Not sure if he was going to throw it or fend off an attack with it.

"Ello!" He tried to make it sound light and casual. Entirely less scary than being in his own head. A small wave with the spatula before bringing it back into a two-handed hug against his chest. "I'm making sandwiches. I think. I don't really know what I'm making actually. Is this your place? Do you want me to go? Because I can. Willingly. I won't be a problem."

#steven grant #marc spector #moon knight #moon knight rp #oscar isaac #open rp #open starter #stevens pov

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autumn-sweet-fae · 2 years

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Rereading through your Wanted AU makes me just want to wrap up Emmet in a soft blanket, give him like 10 shiny joltiks, and get this boy the therapy he (rightfully) deserves.

Just…Ingo finally being home is not going to fix the plethora of anguish this poor man has gone through. Boy went through hell with his bro's disappearance. Media bombardment, spiteful conspiracies, keeping up the subway on his own on top of taking care of nearly two full teams of pokemon by himself. And that's just what was happening on the outside! (Don't get me started on the mental aspect 'cause I could write a thing or two let me tell ya. I won't because this ask is long enough as it is and I don't want to butt-in a bunch of angst headcannons for an AU that's not rightfully mine.)

And even when he's finally home, Ingo has changed. He's not the same twin anymore. He's grown in ways Emmet hasn't and in some ways Emmet was kinda left behind(unintentionally but still) or just left to stay the same while getting frayed at all ends. Which is going to add just another layer of mental torment.

Ingo thought it was a curse when he forgotten everything about his home and his family and friends and left to struggle for memories, but Emmet kinda hates him for that comment because forgetting would have been a blessing for him. (He'll never say that out loud because he knows what Ingo went through was just as bad but my dude deserves to lash out in this AU once!)

Just…may I punch Arceus for this man? I'm gonna punch Arceus for this man for letting Volo play god and just letting it play out before sending a child to fix what it should have in the first place.

You! You get it! I love all of this! 💖🌈✨

Oh I promise you this boy has had some thearapy before, Elesa would have dragged him to his first appointment if he hadn’t gone willingly. That said, he’s now got connections to get himself and the others all the therapy they are going to need after all this mess.

So I will say, after all the miscommunication and trouble Ingo’s amnesia has caused thoughout this story and also what he later sees Ingo struggle with, Emmet would fully agree that it is a curse. And as painful as those three years are for him, he’d never want to forget his brother or his pokemon. I see Emmet as someone who likes order and to loose oneself in that way is very chaotic.

Also! While I totally understand the anger and the urge to blame Arceus, I’m pretty neutral on them. I’m also of the opinion that humanity/pokemon kind Does Not want Arceus stepping in themself. They are too powerful for dealing with something so arguably small in the grand scheme of things without royally fucking something up. Them handling it themselves would be like using a sledge hammer to chisel the finer details of an ice sculpture.

The reason I believe this is due to the number of lesser gods that Arceus created so to create the world and it’s inhabitants for them. They themselves can directly make powerful beings like Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina, or the three lake spirits. But a Bidoof?? No way.

This is why they chose humans to handle a matter that takes place on a human scale. They trust the power of the bonds between humans and their Pokémon to be what saves the day. And also humans learn better by watching another human befriend a Pokémon, as opposed to some great giant godly Pokémon telling the people of Hisui to go make friends with that aggressive Shinx.

In my fic Arceus is the one to send Ingo back to Hisui, as evident by his xtransceiver becoming his arc-transceiver. Arceus didn’t want to be the one to do it, but Dialga is the one that was frenzied in my fic so they have to be the one to do it.

You know that scene at the very start of the game when you see Arceus all golden and shining? That was the true face of god. Something no living being should ever look at if they wanna keep their memories. At least Ingo still remembers his name.

So basically, the god of the Pokémon world is a GOD, and you never want their direct attention. That’s why they give Ingo and Akari tools like they’re devices to help guide them instead of ever speaking to them directly. Gotta keep the divine exposure to an absolute minimum.

(This is generally how I always write gods. They are all just too big to fit in the doll house themselves, so they gotta send in Paladin Barbie to achieve their divine quest for them)

#submas wanted au #emmet #Ingo #Arceus #submas #pokemon

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unadulterated-syd · 2 years

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Two Left Feet

a/n: Yes I am aware that the Yule ball takes place between challenge 1 and 2 but I thought this was cute so just pretend!!

Warnings: None

Synopsis; Reader Teaches Harry to dance, and gets caught up in the challenges of the Triwizard Championships.

4 years into schooling, and here you sat worried about the Yule Ball. You hadn't been asked by a single person, and you were far too shy to ask someone, but you wanted so dearly to be able to go.

At this point you'd thought Harry would've asked you, the two of you had been friends for meer moments before him and Ron had acquainted. You both had shared the initial panic of not finding the platform, both new to the idea of Wizardry.

You had been born to two muggle parents, who you loved all the same, but it caused a good amount of criticism from your peers, though this had brought you, Harry, and Hermione together throughout the years.

You'd liked Harry for, well, what seemed like forever. And according to Moine' he'd liked you all the same. So when you'd found out he still had no date, as a champion, you'd wondered why he hadn't asked you.

You had been a part of the trio, but they still classified as 'The Golden Trio' as you had unfortunately been sorted into the Slytherin house which had split you up from their adventures. You sat in the mirror, looking at the lovely outfit your mother had thrifted for you, god you felt horrible to waste it.

Recently you'd all been separated more, purely due to Harry being a champion. The 2nd task was due to happen in 2 days, it terrified you thinking of Harry's disadvantages in the tournament. As well as how much your house dragged him down.

On top of all this, it led to more torment. Parkinson had stolen the sheets from your bunk every night since you'd taken Malfoy's stupid box of pins and tossed it on the ground a couple days prior. It was her way of 'protecting her lovely boyfriend' as she'd put it. And the day before she'd locked your cat out of the girls dormitory, which scared the poor thing into the present.

You groaned, and got up, supposing Moine' might still be up for a late night talk. You wrapped yourself in fuzzy blanket, picked up your cat and wand, and set off towards the Gryffindor common room. You'd heard a couple rude mutters and such as you left, it happened so often you simply scoffed and continued on your way.

You whispered the passcode to the portrait and slid in. Most Gryffindors knew you, and no one found it odd to see you, nor did they mind, though this time was different. The common room was empty, except a boy sat muttering on the couch. You sighed, thinking it had been too late, you should've checked the time.

But, said sigh alerted him to your presence in which he jumped slightly, turning to look at you. "Y/n..?" Harry had called, rather out of breath from the scare you'd given him. "Harry? What're you doing up, you have-"

"I know." He sighed, as you sat next to him, "I'm just worried. I have no clues on the 3rd challenge and I've only got but the foggiest clues on tomorrows challenge." He pointed to the notes obviously written by Hermoine herself. "You didn't come up here to ask me why I was up surely, what're you here for?"

You chuckled, light heartedly, "No, I came to see Hermoine, but you suffice, Potter." Harry grinned, before he looked back at you, "Do you have your outfit for the Ball yet?" He hummed curiously. You nodded, "Outfit down, date still MIA."

"MIA..? I don't know anyone named Mia.." He raised a brow, genuinely confused. "No, No not Mia, dork, MIA, missing in action." You laughed at his antics, which he joined in on, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"And you? Mione' told me you've had no luck." You looked at him, your eyes meeting. "I wouldn't call it bad luck, I just haven't asked anyone yet. I don't know anyone who would willingly go with me, nor someone that can teach me the proper dance."

God, could he be anymore daft. "I could teach you the proper dance, if you wish, Malfoy was forced to teach me earlier this year, boy oh boy I've never seen Parkinson so angry." Harry laughed at that.

"Curfew just set, are you staying here?"

"I suppose I could sneak back."

"You can take the invisibility cloak, just bring it back."

You both said your good nights, and that was all you remembered until now. Here you sat, besides a standing Harry, the two of you wrapped in thick fuzzy towels, Fleur thanking him for something, while he asked you if you were okay.

"Y/n? Y/n are you okay..? " He ran a hand in front of your face. "Ye.. yes, yes, what happened? Why are we..? Is this-"

"Yes it was the challenge, I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I had absolutely no idea-" You cut him off, waving a hand, and giving him a gentle smile, "It's okay, It's okay-"

"Just.. remind what this challenge was exactly..?" You gave a nervous laugh as you pushed a hand through your wet, and frankly tangled hair. Harry took his spot next to you, as Dumbledore spat the winners names in order.

"Well, um, perhaps Hermione would be the better person to tell you about it." He shared a smile with you before straightening himself, and pointing to where Hermione was sat wrapped in a towel herself, "I have to go talk to Fleur, I'll be back, alright?"

You watched Harry walk away, before standing up and walking over to Hermione who was watching Viktor from afar. "Earth to Moine', I come in peace." You teased, waving a hand in front of her face.

Hermoine quickly snapped her head towards you relaxing when she saw her best friend, "Oh, it's just you, Y/n. You gave me a fright." She scooted over, inviting you to sit next to her. "So, you and Harry?" she raised her eyebrows in a teasing-esc way.

"Harry and I? What are you on about Moine'?" Though you'd never admit it, you wished there was something to report, but all you could do was admire Harry from a far. "He didn't tell you did he? That boy will be the death of me!" Hermoine's eyes squinted at Harry in an aggressive manner before she explained.

"This challenge, had all the champions finding a way to breath underwater for awhile, but the trick was that the person whom means the most to the champion is the one they have to save, Y/n, this means I was right! Harry has to fancy you, you're the person he's so smitten for, afterall."

You felt your face heat up at the implication, but you didn't answer Moine', you're mind simply went to how awkward those dancing lessons would be.

Later that evening you and Harry found yourselves alone at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Harry had shown up late, sitting besides you in a rushed apology. "S.. sorry. Sorry I'm late.." He huffed, folding his arms over his knees.

"It's alright, I was worried you wouldn't show.." You took a moment to look him over, "Do you want to take a rain check..?" It was obvious he was tired and he looked sweaty as if he'd ran the whole schools length before reaching the tower. "No, no, you're already going through enough trouble for me.."

You stood up, "Well at least take a break alright? You've over-exerted yourself enough for one day." Taking a moment to work up courage, you sighed, "How about this.. uhm.. Moine' told me about the task today.."

He looked up at you, sharing a look of confusion, as if he didn't understand why you needed to tell him that, "Yeah..?" You sucked in a deep breath, "Ehm.. I just meant, it was really awesome of you to look after Fleurs sister like that. I guess the courage is a Gryffindor thing..!"

"Yeah." He smiled, continuing, "I reckon you'd make a good Gryffindor too, if it means anything." You shared a smile with him, before extending your hand to him, "Let's get started Potter, it's already passed curfew. If we ought to break the rules, we ought to do it well." He laughed, but took your hand, using your help to stand up.

The next couple of hours consisted of Harry having two left feet, whilst you laughed at his apologies, reassuring him it was okay. And after a couple of hours you found yourself sat besides Harry, him finally understanding enough basics to survive the ball.

"You reckon I could get a date, with these 'two left feet'..?" He laughed, using your phrase on himself. "I'd go with you, if it meant anything, Potter." You'd smiled, to exhausted from the hours of dancing to process the forwardness exhilarated.

"Really..?" He silently thanked the darkness for hiding how rosey his cheeks had gotten, and it only got worse with your response. "Yeah, if I'm being honest.. I was too scared to ask you, Moine' told me you wanted to ask me, so.. I've been kinda waiting on you, Prince Charming."

You always teased him with that nickname, unbeknownst to him it had always been after he'd missed an opportunity with you, romantically. He cursed himself for not asking you sooner, but he definitely wanted a better 'prom-posal' opportunity.

Since you both had to, secretly, make it back to the dorms tonight, Harry kindly offered to walk you back in the invisibility cloak, but after hearing about Pancy Parkinson stealing your sheets he insisted on you staying in the common room for the night.

One thing you'd come to learn about Harry was how stubborn he was, you could measure this in the way he'd wrapped you both in the invisibility cloak and how you were now sat on the Gryffindor common room couch, whilst Harry slept on your shoulder. It was cute, you'd admit it, but you also knew Parkinson and Malfoy would be getting you detention in the upcoming days.

But you enjoyed it while it lasted, and you woke up to Harry still fast asleep and Hermoine frantically waking you up, with a wide grin on her face. "Wake up love-birds! Class starts in like 10 minutes!"

You groaned, as Harry shuffled himself awake, completely missing the 'love-birds' line, and unaware of how you'd slept last night. "Thanks Hermoine.." He trailed off, shuffling upstairs to grab his bags, whilst you stood up brushing yourself off

"So.. now you and Harry?" Hermoine eagerly held onto her books, excitement lingering in her voice. "No, Moine', I'm afraid not. I stayed here 'cause Parkinson's been stealing my sheets.." Hermoine's face dropped, an apologetic look settling before Harry came back down, offering you one of his extra robes seeing as you failed to remember yours.

"Thanks, Potter." You hastily slid them on, as the three of you set off to steal something quick from the cafeteria before class.

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Classes dragged on, every tick of the clock sending you closer to sleep, drowning in drowsiness. That was until you found a folded paper delicately placed in the pocket of Harry's robes. Suddenly class dragged on with butterflies engulfing your stomach.

'Dear, Y/n

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower after class, please.

p.s. this is Harry.

p. p. s. you probably knew that since I lent you the robes.. '

Had this been set up since last night? Had this all been his brilliant plan? Lending you his robes with a note.. romantic but, scary. What did he mean to tell you? And was it good?

Truth be told it was not a brilliant plan, it was a shotty note written in 5 seconds after Hermoine had casually suggested the romance behind it a couple weeks prior, as this wasn't the first time you'd borrowed his robes.

If he was honest with you, he wouldn't have even guessed you'd check the pockets, but Hermoine promised him that digging through your pockets was a nervous tic, guaranteed to happen if you were in class.

You found yourself practically running up the Astronomy Tower's stairs, excited to see the scar-clad boy.

Though you hadn't known, Harry had snuck himself from his last class to run up there himself and set up a small 'ball-posal?' no, 'prom-posal' is much better.

He'd known you liked necklaces, but he also knew you were very sentimental, so he put the two together and had Hermoine help him make a necklace for you. Hermoine convinced him to make matching ones (you getting a necklace and him a bracelet). He'd walked around campus for a good while, looking for the perfect flower to preserve in a book for the necklaces and eventually settled on a gold lily for you, and a red rose petal for himself.

He was nervous to ask you to the ball, nervous knowing your clothes wouldn't match his because he waited to long, nervous knowing you'd seen his terrible dancing, and worse of all you'd seen him when he was vulnerable. He told you all about his parents, about Sirius, about.. everything. You'd known him best, and if you said no, he didn't know what he'd do with himself.

Upon arriving you set your bag down, looking at Harry who was leaned against the railing looking out on the school grounds. You hummed and walked over, taking the space by his side. "Hey, Potter, what'd you need?" He jumped, both of you chuckling at his jumpy-ness.

"I.. uhm. I'm not good at this stuff, alright? Just.. go easy on me.. Hermoine had to help me.. a lot." He fumbled with his pockets, sighing as he struggled to find the jewelery, having left it in his dorm. "Ah- I've already messed this up.. I'm real sorry.."

You watched him, before giving him a sympathetic smile, "Alright, Harry breath, talk to me like you're writing in a journal, I promise not to laugh, alright? .. Whatever you've forgotten can wait till later got it?" You patted his shoulder, watching him relax slightly.

He screwed his eyes shut and started, "Uhm.. D.. dear diary?" He nervously smiled, eyes still shut, "Y/n I like you.. like fancy-like.. like I want you to go to the Yule Ball with me and dance with me even though I'm honestly bloody awful at it.." He took a deep breath, opening his eyes, which caused him to fluster but he continued, "I know you like necklaces.. and uh.. things that come from the heart.. I forgot to bring them but I made you a necklace.. And.. I know we won't match and I'm not the most well-liked mate around.. but.. would you be my date? As friends if it's weird.. but I'd.. like it as date-dates"

Within instinct your smile grew huge, and you wrapped your arms around him, "Godric Harry, I'd love to go with you. As date-dates" You pulled away for merely a moment laughing, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble really, next time Moine' tells you too you ignore her!" You pulled yourself back into the embrace. He smiled, letting out a small chuckle as he reciprocated the hug, "How'd you know..?"

"I love you Harry, but I know that Moine's been breathing down your neck for weeks now about this.. Since.. I kinda asked her too.. " You sheepishly admitted, and that had been the truth. "But, thanks for choosing me, Prince Charming."

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry #yule ball #harry potter drabble #hermoine granger #hermoine granger x reader #slytherin #harry potter fluff #astronomy tower #triwizard tournament #fleur

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raystxntz · 2 years

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(OOC: I've gone back and forth about making this post, to be completely honest. It's not my intention to stir the pot, it's not my intention to exacerbate the situation any more than it already has, and it's not my intention to make people go on a witch hunt against certain blogs or people should they know the identities behind the blogs. But I was also roleplaying with this person for such a long time that I feel the need to step out and make my opinions on what happened known, in the clearest and most concise way possible. Whoever you are, whether you see this post or not, words cannot describe how ASHAMED I am of you. And I'm a tolerant person by nature, so when I say that shit, I fucking mean it.

I respected your writing. I respected the work that you put into crafting your version of Egon, the commitment that you brought to your plots, and the way you were willing to interact with just about anyone. Which is why it appalls me that you would act like this, and why I am deeply, deeply hurt by it.

I understand being protective of your own interpretation of a character. I understand feeling burnt out on something that you're meant to enjoy. I understand all of those feelings. But at some point, you have to realize that this is a fictional character you are playing and that it is literally not that deep. It is not your place to try and gatekeep someone else's interpretation of a character. It is not your place to consistently bring that issue-an issue of your OWN MAKING-to someone who's been struggling through their own mental health issues for quite some time. Don't like something, don't interact with it. That is the bare minimum of interacting with fan content on the Internet, but apparently you couldn't even follow that rule. This person was simply doing what anyone else would do in the same situation--making the most out of a bad situation--and you chose to drag their name through the mud instead, willingly engaging with their blog when you had already proceeded to block them.

And for saying that you care about the community you had fostered, that you cared about your roleplay partners, you sure did have a funny way of showing it. You left people on read when they were trying to communicate with you about big plots. You even did it to ME a handful of times. You made the choice to have your character be so fucking unapproachable in his demeanor towards others that I and SEVERAL OTHERS actually felt fucking INTIMIDATED to DM you about anything. Look me dead in the fucking eyes and tell me that Harold Ramis would have approved a version of his character being so downright SPITEFUL towards those around him. You can't. Don't even fucking TRY to. And for constantly stressing the importance of communication with other rp blogs, YOU are the one who left people hanging more times than I can reasonably count. YOU are the one who came scarily close to GOD-MODDING other people's characters a handful of times.

I wanted to think of you as a friend. I was willing to give you the benefit of doubt so many fucking times. But seeing how you've served to alienate and hurt other people in this community through your actions? I cannot in good conscience condone that kind of behavior.

If you see this post at ANY point, FIX YOUR SHIT. This entire situation was on you to remedy. You and you alone. By dragging other people into this conflict, by dragging people through the mud to try and fix a problem, you've only made it worse for yourself. And I fucking hope that you take a good long look at your actions and fix them for the better after this entire spectacle.

If anyone knows who I'm referring to, or knows the identity behind them, DO NOT witch-hunt. Do not go to their blog, do not send them hateful anons, do not take any action whatsoever that's harmful in any way. I will not be conducting myself in that manner regardless of this post, and I ask others to do the same. I simply wanted to put my feelings down, and let the community at a large know that I do not condone whatever occurred. This is the only post I'll be making on the matter. Thank you.)

#honestly i really do not care if i lose followers over this at this point. i'm tired of this shit.#i'm tired of my friends in the community constantly having mental stress heaped on top of them #because of drama that is happening within a space that is supposed to be FOR FUN #like damn. these blogs haven't even been up for a FULL YEAR and so much shit has happened. can we REST please #PSA

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sinhasaheart · 2 years

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Hal rescuing Sinestro from Atrocitus and his red lanterns

In the distance is the sound of fighting. The crack of limbs breaking, the smash of bodies thrown through walls is not unusual in the Red Lantern HQ. They tend to be rather aggressive towards each other.

However, the sounds are approaching and before not too long, Sinestro's cell door is kicked in. A burst of light fills the room.

Anticipation of more pain, more anger directed at him, crawls over the skin of Sinestro's weakened body. Still he lifts his head higher, sets his jaw and meets the gaze of the latest Lantern who desires to torture him.

Though Sinestro is skinnier than ever, bones jutting out beneath the thin layer of skin and muscle, his will is iron. It's easy to think of him as a friend, a beaten down Green Lantern that Hal is here to save and the organ in his chest squeezes painfully.

"Let's go," Hal gets out and steps aside, gesturing to the door he's just smashed in.

Disdain curls up in Sinestro's throat and releases in a sneer as he glares at the shining figure of green. "How low you have fallen. You would ally yourself to Red Lantern brutes merely for the pleasure of seeking revenge on me?"

"What? No!" It's difficult for Hal to believe it, that Sinestro can be so wrong about everything all of the time. "Use your head, Thaal. I'm here to get you out."

Slippery as a serpent, Sinestro is backing off. Every move he makes is careful and guarded, ready for a fight. "Why should I trust you?"

Exasperated, Hal throws his arms wide. "Maybe because you've got no other options," he points out. "I noticed your pet evil corps hasn't even tried a rescue attempt yet. If you were relying on them then don't because it's not happening."

"They are inflicting fear upon the universe, as is their job," Sinestro retorts. "Not to chase after me when I am perfectly capable."

Hal scoffs. "Keep telling yourself that. You've lost everyone in the universe who ever cared for you." Now Hal can see no one in Sinestro but the enemy he has fought many times before. "Suck it up and come with me."

"Does it gratify you to pretend you are saving me? Return me to your corps and I will be placed in the same position."

"I didn't exactly think it through!" Hal exclaims. Their time is running out and he just needs Sinestro to accept it and leave with him. "Guy told me - And then I reacted - If you don't come willingly, I'm dragging you out of here kicking and screaming. I didn't fight through half the RLC for nothing."

Poised on the edge of delivering another sharp counter, Sinestro stops. He studies Hal, head tilted. It's ridiculous to think Hal has an ulterior motive in anything. As usual, Hal has raced off on a doomed mission to not see Sinestro harmed, or to not see anyone harmed unjustly.

"OK." Surrendering, Sinestro moves towards the door but stumbles and is caught by Hal. To his distaste, he's scooped up and draped over Hal's shoulder but nevertheless, he doesn't struggle.

Trying to ignore just how light Sinestro is, Hal adjusts his grip and heads for the door. "Hold on tight. This might be a bumpy ride."

#ask #hal jordan #sinestro #halsinestro #green lantern #my fic #torture mention cw

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doctorguilty · 1 year

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I need to get up early tomorrow for sure to mail stuff and then my boss is gonna pick me up and take me to the haunt to finally organize b/c she was horribly sick for weeks ,,, kinda inaccurate to call her my boss she isn't really? And technically I got my last paycheck which is from the actual bosses ..? I don't really know what to call it djfkksfjskf I mean I guess we're friends! And I'm not really on the clock anymore but I'm very willingly volunteering my time (possible the higher boss will want to like tack it on to like my check for the next haunt but idk just going with the flow) like there is 0 obligation to come back and do this but I genuinely want to organize what I consider is partly my workspace and I'm most definitely gonna work for their krampus haunt thing, and I told them like. Despite moving i WANT to stay on the team like i was hired to be her like, successor, because she's getting older and busier, and again like there's no obligation on my end to be that but I'm like. No I want to be I want to do this again, she lives in a big house in Washington but her kids are older and moved out so she's offered me to visit and like sleep over in general, but as far as like coming back to do the haunt again goes I told her, as long as I have somewhere to stay it's no problem, and she's like you can stay at my house! So I told everyone like, I know me saying I'm coming back despite moving across the country probably sounds like, yeah sure 🙄, but I'll tell you one major thing about me, I'm not a flake. When I say I'm doing something I DO it unless there's something bigger stopping me. But I don't make commitments I don't intend to keep. That's what got me out here in the first place lol,,,, but I don't think that's a bad thing either. Everything I said I'd do, I did, and things outside of my control happen but. Yeah like you WILL see me again.

Anyway I digress jdjdfjs I have shit to do tomorrow and I HAVE to drag my ass out of bed somehow ,, god I really am in hell w/ the fucked up and evil season stuff

#seth speaks

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dawolfboris-again · 11 days

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I had the weirdest dream last night, so weird that I'm still reeling from it

So, basically, I was chilling out with a bunch of old work friends, and we were getting ready to hang out at a manager's house, and we were forty minutes away by car.

Ten minutes in, we accidentally run over some, I dunno, glass Ig? The car can no longer drive whatsoever, and it's noon. We're trying to figure out who will willingly push the car to the exit we have to go to, which is still 30 minutes by car, but over five hours by foot. I decide I'll do it, so I go out and gain some massive strength somehow.

I begin to drag the car and jog (and I can barely jog in the first place, let alone DRAG A CAR) and within five or so hours, we get to the exit we need to be at. All is... kinda well. Each of my friends hand me 60 dollars as a thanks. Sweet. Now I've got 400 dollars.

We end up dragging the car to a auto mechanic, seeing as how it's closer than the friend's house, but the automech is closed. Oh well.

Somehow we steal a fucking car though and rapidly drive to a Dunkin Donuts that sells alcohol????????? (The placement of the city is damn near similar to the reallife one, and the reallife one doesn't sell Alcohol.)

At some point, and I don't fucking know when, we blink and end up inside the drivers house. He pulls out some alcoholic V8s, and all of them have varying alcohol levels per volume, while all being in the same casing. Nobody knows why, and nobody cares.

Everyone, except me and another person, leaves the room to go roll some blunts to share. The person that stays turns into Boze from Boze vs the World, and begins sharing a singular case with me, but this case is neither on yt or twitch, nor is it properly made up. It's like three murderers, all from separate cases, who are caught up in some weird ass case that involves a mass murder of over two hundred people??? It's strange. There's a fourth murderer too that gets killed as well, but his death is from one of the other murderers because apparently that fourth one talks too fucking much.

After she's done sharing, I leave to go make two blunts for me and Boze, and soon we all come back into the driver's bedroom, turn on a horror movie and light up our blunts. One of the people who came with, which I believe was called Nick, suggested that we try to all hold our breaths after we take a puff of our blunts. We all do it, and Nick himself fails. Oof, oh well.

Power goes out for some reason, and not from the puffs or anything. There some weird storm outside, and we're just above the clouds while simultaneously getting rain. We all just shrug, drink our varying V8s, smoke and complain about our days at work.

I told these same friends (except Nick, because he's too christian and would absolutely beat the shit outta me "in the name of God") and I simultaneously got, in different forms, "who is Boze?"

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distinguishedkryptonitecreator · 1 year

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𝕸𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞'𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖒

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Series: Sherlock BBC

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: You discover that you are in love, unfortunately with the same man your friend loves. How will you survive that?

Note: English is not my native language, so some words may not make sense, apologies in advance.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈

━━━━♡

The Christmas season had arrived ahead of schedule. Shopping centers began to clog due to the large number of people who preferred to buy gifts at special discounts in stores and toy stores. Something you never understood, since the prices went up since the middle of the year and when the expected day arrived, they only discounted a couple of tickets, nothing fancy, however you never complained when Molly dragged you through the aisles of the shops with lights excessively bright colors.

But this time, you couldn't tune in to her holiday cheer because of all the onslaught of situations you hadn't sought and now had to endure. After all, guilt doesn't dissolve so easily.

Earlier, she had called you in the hope that you would join her in choosing a dress for the little gathering that Mrs. Hudson and John were organizing in Baker Street. And you probably would have said no, except for the bouncy voice in which she prattled on about the fruit punch the kind landlady would make and the color of wrapping paper she planned to buy. It was a breath of fresh air to feel her so vibrant and excited, after all, every day of the year she locked herself in a morgue with depressing white walls, with a large number of scalpels and open corpses on the plate, making reports, enduring the Pine smell from products the place was cleaned with. It was definitely not something she would put up with, at least not willingly. Or sober.

Simple reasons that made him consider the little coroner one of the most interesting people he would have hoped to meet. Her character, the kindness that appeared in his eyes every time he tried to explain something, kindness and shyness, characteristics so predictable but at the same time so contrary that no one would think of finding in a person who lives daily with the remains of death. . Molly was special, you knew that. She had shown you that there was much more goodness and value than you expected to find in your soul. That's why she decided to bite her tongue and refrain from any stupidity that might come out of her mouth on occasions like this, when she could brighten her life a little.

But again you couldn't help feeling hypocritical to see her walk between shelves and sideboards, browsing silky and satin fabrics, waiting for Molly to decide for the fifth time between the dress on the sideboard or the black one that she was hers. She was supposed to shop, though you really stopped caring about the extra time she was taking when you walked out of the store together with a few bags and a smile on her face.

"So?" she asked as they walked through the door of a coffee shop and lined up to place her orders. "Do you already know what to wear?"

"What are you talking about?"

An almost obvious look crossed her features before he punctuated her question.

"The Christmas party, it's in a couple of weeks, in case you forgot that John invited you too"

The line was not advancing and you felt the gears in your head grow stronger as the answer slipped from your tongue.

"I don't know, actually, I'm not sure if I can go, I have a lot of work, the website that I'm redesigning is taking longer than I thought"

Liar.

"Indeed? I thought the customer you were supporting was okay with the changes you made.

"Yes, me too, but then again, he is one of the most important and influential clients the company has," you shrugged at Molly's suspicious look, "it's just a meeting anyway."

Sure, and that's why you're avoiding her.

Molly looked at you for a few more seconds before she was called from the counter and ordered again, a sigh of relief flowing from your lips at the tension that formed in your shoulders, you had so many things to say and at the same time you felt Prey to them, guilt swirled like autumn leaves in your conscience and you didn't know how to escape it.

If only she knew that the only reason you didn't want to come back to Baker Street is the same reason she went to all the trouble to show up and look stunning.

Sherlock Holmes had definitely started to be not only a sleeping problem for Molly, but also a psychosis that followed you every step you took, although you know that it wasn't all his fault and you frankly didn't have time to think about it when in one of their cases Sherlock and you kissed.

If only you had thought through the consequences before allowing the act, maybe you wouldn't be sitting across from your best friend with a broken heart, hoping none of your expressions would give you away. Because yes, the only truth why you hadn't returned to Baker Street since that rainy afternoon is that you didn't even know what had happened, or maybe you did, just that you had gotten into other things that you hadn't realized until you were already stuck in the mud.

You had fallen in love with the man behind the trench coat and blue scarf, the same man who could look at you and tell you that you had an Americano with the queen or held up a real estate agency after eating a sandwich, the man with whom you had formed a strange relationship . connection, one that had become quite clear in the eyes of the little army medic who lived with the consulting detective.

You had fallen in love with the man your friend loved.

And fuck, you felt bad.

"I know it's probably none of my business, but are you okay? I mean, you've been acting a little weird the last few weeks, I'm a little worried." You didn't say anything until they sat down, Molly's words beginning to sour each sip. of coffee, if she only knew.

"Honestly, there's nothing wrong with me, I'm completely fine," you assured her, hoping that somehow everything you said was convincing enough for Molly to put aside that catty curiosity that characterized her so much. You didn't want to think that for now.

To your dismay, Molly was overly observant and intelligent and you had no doubt that she would not have believed one iota of those words that came out of your mouth, yet she was always a good person and friend, you knew she would never do anything to pressure you or push you, because that was Molly, and you were so ashamed of the fact, because after all she was the only true friend you had in so long, as well as being loyal and supportive and even if she didn't owe you anything.

You try to stay positive and not ruin Molly's evening, after all, she took the time to ask you out and she actually looked really excited. Guilty or not, who were you to take that away from him?

So they put the matter aside, spent the entire afternoon talking and shopping for the latest products on the list.

However, when you got to your apartment, the memories flooded you again, you started to miss the afternoons in Baker Street, with John, Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock...

You had gotten so used to being there that you even spent more time in that place and on the streets running with the dynamic duo than in your apartment. No doubt the change affected you. But you were sure that you were rational, proud and strong enough not to lose your mind, or so you thought.

Three weeks had already passed since that event, John had sent you several text messages trying to find out your whereabouts, so you decided to reassure him with the same excuse that you had given to Molly, assuring him that once you were free you would take a walk. Lucky for you, he didn't ask any more and you were more than grateful.

For now you want to clear your head, because that fact had completely scrambled your ideas, maybe the situation wouldn't have affected you so much if you weren't in love with him, but there was still the fact that you weren't sure what you felt, not even you understood what had happened and the random text messages he received from Sherlock didn't help much. He wasn't affected at all?

You refused to believe that he wasn't, but a part of you knew that maybe you had thought things too much, maybe you just exaggerated the situation a little.

What's more, it probably wasn't that important to Sherlock, after all you already knew him and you knew perfectly well that the only thing that had happened that day was something they had to do to prevent his alibi from being discovered, but that didn't alleviate or silence the voices. in your head.

And as much as you tried to appear independent and strong, you could still feel that nervous feeling that always stings you. Your history of past intrapersonal relationships has given you an extremely accurate prediction and you will most likely end up giving yourself away or stuttering like a high school girl or doing anything that causes you utter humiliation and embarrassment, in short, something you would not want to happen. at least not again.

You needed to coolly calculate the situation and not lose your head trying.

And for now, as childish as it sounds, avoiding was your best option, you need to gather your courage because you were sure that sooner or later you will have to face the coming storm.

You just hoped you had enough time.

Although probably the prayers you prayed to heaven were not heard or so you thought when one afternoon when it was extremely difficult for you to return to your apartment due to the amount of snow that covered the streets, you felt a familiar aura wrap around the gloomy walls of your apartment. Any hint of concern or doubt began to grow as soon as you heard seemingly familiar voices coming from your living room, and as soon as you crossed the threshold of your apartment you saw it clearly, the shadows had turned into perfectly structured figures. John and surprisingly Mycroft were sitting in your living room apparently discussing something important, however their conversation ended as soon as they noticed your presence. They turned to you.

Your look of confusion did not wait.

What the hell are they doing here?

You didn't even have a moment to think about the situation because a British voice interrupted you.

"Miss, it is a great pleasure to have your company, we were wondering about you."

You raised an eyebrow at the sharp-tongued comment from the man wearing the suit, you weren't in the mood to play at the moment and as much as you needed a distraction, you wanted to rest, you had spent the whole day walking and solving things that when you found yourself stuck in traffic you couldn't help but feel irritated.

John greeted you kindly from his seat..

"As much as I appreciate meetings, surprises overwhelm me." You earned a quizzical look from the perfectly seated government man as if he was about to have a chat with the queen.

"I thought my presence was pleasing to you, miss."

A small giggle escaped your lips, but you silenced it before resuming a neutral expression.

"How did they get in?" you corrected "forget it, that doesn't matter, the real question is why?"

The two looked debutatively at each other for a couple of seconds before John spoke.

"We're sorry to show up at your apartment like this, actually, we didn't mean to intrude like this, but we needed your help."

My help? How the hell am I going to help the queen's secret service?

John seemed to see the doubt on your face. "Yes, I know these are not the right conditions, but we need information."

"And you seem best suited for the task," Mycroft interjected.

The gears of his brain began to rattle before a possible answer slipped across his tongue: "And what kind of information could I have?"

"Well, let's start with...

"How much do you know about Thomas Beckett?" This voice. You'd know that voice anywhere and you wouldn't have to turn around to see Sherlock coming out of your kitchen with a cup of tea in hand. He sat down in one of your lonely chairs and looked at you expectantly.

You did everything you could not to lose your composure. It was obvious, Mycroft and John wouldn't be here without him, you were so foolish not to assume. However, your only concern vanished as soon as your gaze collided with his electric blue eyes.

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