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otomefoxystar · 4 years

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The Dangerous Secret

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: Eisuke X MC

Warning: Smut

Genre: NSFW

Word Count: 1,826

Written by: @otomefoxystar

They didn’t mean for it to happen, they were both surprised to have devolved feelings for each other. Eisuke wanted to take things slow he didn’t want to be rushed he wanted to do things right. The only problem was that they had to keep their relationship a secret. She was Sory's little sister and Soryu was loyal to Eisuke and would stand by him through anything... Almost anything. Soryu was a mafia boss and dating his sister would cross the line, but he loved her and couldn’t stay away from her. Eisuke walked down the stairs with his keys jingling as he put them in his pocket. He went to press the elevator button when the door slid open and Soryu walked out. “ Going out?” Eisuke nodded his head “ Yeah, I’ll see you later.” “ Yeah” Soryu responded Eisuke took a deep breath as the door to the elevator closed. He hated keeping this from Soryu, and perhaps one day they could tell him, but for now, it had to remain this way. He knocked on the door and _ _ _ answered the with a smile complimenting her face. He kissed her on the cheek and she let him in her apartment. He looked around and took a seat on the couch.

“ I wish we could go to my suite, it’s so small in here.” “ I imagine you do, but we can’t have anyone finding out about us Eisuke.” “ I’m aware.” She sat next to him and crossed her legs. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “ I missed you Eisuke, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other.” He smiled at her mischievously and pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He pressed his lips against hers, he put his hand on the back of her head deepening the kiss. She smiled into the kiss and drew away, she searched his eyes seeing only sincerity in them. She went back to his lips and he forced his tongue into her mouth searching every inch of her mouth. He swiped his tongue around hers and as their tongues fought for dominance he threaded his fingers through her hair and put a strand behind her ear. He grabbed her rear end causing a sweet moan to escape her lips. He stood up holding her legs to the sides of his hips. He walked to the bedroom and they crashed onto the bed. She scooted up to the pillow. He hovered over her, and kissed her swollen lips again, and lightly felt down her neck causing goosebumps to rise. When he went to release her lips he gently bit down on her bottom lip, pulling as he let go. “ Tell me now if you want to stop before I get too turned on.” She looked at him with heavy eyelids. “ Don’t you dare stop, I want you Eisuke” He smiled and leaned his head down and whispered in her ear. “ I won’t” He licked the shell of her ear and started kissing down her neck. “ Ahh” She stretched her neck so that he had better access to it. He grazed his teeth against her delicate skin. He came to where her neck and shoulder connected and sunk his teeth into her pale skin leaving behind his mark. He sat back and unbuttoned the sleeves to his shirt and slowly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and once his shirt was opened she put her hands on his hard chest and felt his hot skin. She sat up and kissed his lips with a passion that he didn’t know existed inside of her. She slid the shirt down his muscular arms letting the shirt fall off his body, feeling his skin and reveling the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips. He watched her fascinated by the look in her eyes as she dragged her fingers along his skin. He took her hands in his and laid her down into the bed. He went for her shirt and lifted it over her head and off her arms revealing her bra and gave her another sloppy kiss and she could feel his excitement on her inner thigh. He kissed down her chest until he came to her breasts. She was breathing heavily and he kneaded her breasts causing her to arch her back. He reached to her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it off of her to leave her breasts on full display. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as her phone rang. “ It’s Soryu that’s his ringtone” Eisuke wanted to get her mind off of the phone so he pinched her nipple and began rolling and flicking it as he clamped his mouth over the other one. She leaned her head back, and as he attacked her breasts he slid his other hand down her torso, and put his hand on her inner thigh and slid his hand up under her skirt. “ Oh god!” He teased around her panties then ran a finger over her clothed heat, touching but lightly as to not give her the friction she so desired. She groaned feeling frustrated “ Do you want me to touch you _ _ _ ?” “ Y-yes” “ Tell me what you want me to do, otherwise I won’t do it.” She grimaced at his statement “ Touch me Eisuke, Please touch me.” He smiled and ran a finger from her collarbone to over her nipple down to the waistband of her skirt. “Where?” She bit her lip as he stopped his hands. “ M-my pussy I want you to touch my pussy.” He smiled devilishly “ As you wish” He stood up and pulled her skirt off then put his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them off of her. He dropped her panties to the floor in a seductive. He kissed her lips slowly and ran his hand down her body till he reached her heat. He slid his fingers into her folds. “ Ahhh” She moaned at the feeling of his fingers touching her where she wanted to be touched most. He drove his fingers into her slit and used his thumb to rub in circular motions on he clit pressing down with the right amount of pressure. As he pumped his fingers into her he looked over at her and her eyes had fallen shut. He pulled his fingers out of her and she opened her eyes only to see him put his fingers into his mouth to clean his fingers. “ I want to taste more of you” He laid down on his stomach and settled in between her legs, licking up her clit and sucking on it. He licked down to her slit entering his tongue into her. Her legs tightened around his head and she grabbed at his soft hair. He used his finger to rub at her clit as he searched her walls with his tongue. He pushed down harshly on her clit as he explored her every corner. Her legs started shaking. Finally, it snapped and she gushed, but he lapped up her essence tasting more of her. He sat up with his face still shiny from what he had just done. As she came down from her high she pushed him down on the bed and began to slowly unbutton and unzip his pants. She took off his pants and underwear in one go, freeing his hard cock. He hissed at the feeling of it being released. Droplets of precum sat at the tip of his cock, and she rubbed it around the head of his cock. “ngh” She smiled at the sound of him moaning. She played with the head of his cock before taking him in her hand and stroking it. She started out slowly and slowly increased the speed at which she was stroking him, and would loosen and tighten her hand. He bucked his hips into her hand. “ St-stop” She immediately stopped “ What’s wrong?” He looked at her tenderly “ I want you and I want you now.” He flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees and he entered her from behind. They both gasped and he slowly slid in till he was completely inserted inside of her. He didn’t move to give her a moment. He bent down and kissed her back “ I don’t know how gentle I can be” “ It’s okay, I just need you” With that he started moving his hips He dug his nails into her hips as he pumped into her, but her need to see his face was becoming unbearable. “ I - I need to .... See your face.” He stopped and pulled out of her allowing her to lay down. She pulled him towards her and he entered her again. She moved her hips in sync with his and clawed at his shoulders as he thrust into her. Her moans became louder and more frequent which egged him on. He started snapping his hips into her at a pace that she could hardly keep up with. His pelvis was rubbing against her clit, and her whole body was heating up and her toes started tingling. “ Harder!” He thrust into her more forcefully making the coil in her belly snap and her walls clenched around his cock. “ Eisuke!” Her vision turned white and she arched her back. He thrust into her helping her ride out her high and as she came down he started going faster until he thrust into her hard one then two times as his release came. They gave each other a sloppy kiss and he slowly pulled out of her laying on the other side of the bed. Their chests were heaving and as _ _ _ finally caught her breath she looked over at him and brushed his sweaty hair out of his face. “ I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.” He chuckled “ I hope that’s a good thing?” She laid on top of his chest as she stroked his hair. “ Oh yes, it was very very good.” The corner of his mouth lifted up slightly. As she lifted her head he saw a large love bite on her neck and his eyes went wide. “ I think you might need to cover this up when you see Soryu.” He touched the mark “ It’ll be okay, he can say what he wants I am my own woman and I sleep with who I choose.” He brushed her hair with his fingers “ Are you going to tell him about us?” She shook her head “ I think that’s something we need to do together, I’m not ready for that. Soon I promise” He kissed her forehead “ I’ll wait till you’re ready we don’t need to rush.” She kissed his lips and laid her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. She took his hand and entwined her fingers with his. They laid together enjoying the afterglow and enjoying the closeness they had at that moment.

#voltage inc #love 365 #kissed by the baddest bidder #KBTBB #eisuke ichinomiya #eisuke smut

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everosfics · 4 years

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At last I can breath

Warning: several bad words

A/N : so this took forever🙂 Sory about that. You ever have it all written but there’s this chunk you know you need but don’t know how to put it there well that was like two parts of this chapter, so enjoy what I have come up with. See you next chapter.

Ch.2 A year of transition

Lila POV

“Finally that bitch is done, won’t even look at me, sure I lost a few battles like when I lost Agrest but no mater there’s bigger and better out there. So What, one person won’t make my tower crumble and a small crack is just a minor distraction.

So long as Dupain-Cheng only has her little blondes to back her up it’ll be fine.”

Mari POV

It’s been about a year now since Lila’s return and while she has been a pan in my side and a huge agitator, I really don’t think she has been the hardest part of my life. God just saying that makes me feel horribly stressed, like oh yeah it’s junior year college scouts, senior class study abroad program planing, Akuma fights, all on top of a pathological Liar who has it out for me. Oh well I’m so fucking tired right now it’s been such an emotional year from the struggle to get use to Lila, to realizing that there’s only a few people out there that I can really trust. Thank god for Chlo without her I don’t think I would have made it through all that’s happened this year.

“Hey Mari were all going to go work on the ideas for the fundraiser are you coming.”

“Yeah I’m coming, can’t wait to see what each class is thinking about doing.”

***

Last year in the bathroom

“ Dupain-Cheng what the fucking hell was that. Who the hell does she think she is. I swear this is ridiculous.”

“Chloe what do you want.”

“From you nothing , from that sleaze ball an explanation on who the hell she thinks she is it’s not like you have done anything to her other than question her story.”

“I’m fine Chloe there’s nothing you can do, and why are you trying to help me anyway”

“Ugh. Dupa-, Marinette I may not show it but I am extremely thankful to everything that you have done for me, my family, and my reputation here at school. You have helped me in so many small ways and actually seeing what I was like, is a punch to the stomach. So I’m sorry and I hope I can make it up to you some way.”

“Huh huh huh *gasp* Chloe, I got here as fast as I could Mrs Bustier didn’t want to let me out with so many students already out of class.” *record scratch* sees Mari on floor. “What’s going on in here?”

“Sabrina listen to me I need you to understand this, Lila is threatening anyone who is standing against her so I need you to go back to class act like you didn’t see us and hang on every word Lila says. Ok. I’ll tell you the rest later tonight when we get back to the hotel, just know that as of right now you’re a spy and I-we need you to get close to Lila.”

“Okay. It will be alright Marinette. See you tonight Chlo.”

***

“Chloe I’m worried about Adrien, have you seen him recently?”

“No I haven’t, not outside of school and even then he’s all gloomy with that leach hanging off of him.

“Hey Marinette can I talk to you?”

“Sure Kagami what is it?”

“Well I kinda wanted to do it in private it’s about Adrien.”

“Kagami whatever you have to say about him is fine to say in front of Chlo she’s worried to.”

“Ok, well you know how we have practice after school every other day”

“Yeah?”

“Well last week and again on Monday I saw him with bruises and nail marks across his body, the bruise I get sometimes in practice we can get hit to hard but there were so many I think something is happening at home, and the nail marks I know I don’t see him in class but how is it going with that Rossi problem.”

“She still clings on him but based on what you’re saying I think he probably has been pulling away and she is holding on tighter.”

“Mari, Tuskugi I’ll need your help but I think we need to inform Mr. Agrest or at least Natalie of what we believe to be happening.”

“Your right Chlo but I don’t know how we’re going to get a chance with how close Lila has gotten with Mr. Agrest and his brand.”

“If I may, my mother has been discussing my need for understanding the context of when it is appropriate to lash out and I believe we have yet to focus on abuse in all forms along with what bullying is.”

“Go on Tuskugi?”

“I believe that if my mother was to approach the school with an interest towards seminars in these subjects we could go around both Lila and interference from the elder Agrest”

———

“In the recommendation of several of our families it is a pleasure to present to you our assembly on bullying and abuse.”

(After assembly)

“Nice Tuskugi you did it”

“Chloe it’s Kagami you can use my name. Any way I’m going to be here for good mother is allowing me to continue in this school so long as I keep up with my practices.”

“Well, Kagami, it’s good to have you on board even if you won’t be in class with us.”

(Some where else in the building)

“Hey Lila, I think that you need to start giving me some space from now on,”

“Bu-bu-but why?”

“Well my father saw the nail marks you are leaving and has requested that we spend time apart so that my arm may heal”

***

In Marinette’s room

“Mari I feel funny”

“Chloe I’m working if you aren’t dying can you bother me later”

“But Dupain, Sabrina’s undercover and no one else will listen.”

“Huff, Ok what is it Chloe”

“Well it’s not horrible but eveytime were around kitty section I feel funny, but it’s only when everyone is together I feel nothing when we’re in class and everyone is there.

“Maybe your just mad because no one is really doing anything inside class so when we’re out of it your mad.”

“Marinette that’s not it and you know it, braced on the facts Chlo only feels nervous”

“I’m not nervous”

“When it’s the entirety of kitty section which means her reaction is caused by Luka.”

“Ooooh Chloe has a crush!”

“DO NOT”

“Yes you do”

“Yes, Chloe it is most probable you have a crush on Luka similar to back when I was discovering what it was like to similarly enjoy the presence of another”

“Oh shut up” Chloe said as she launched a pillow right at Kagami who ducked it making it hit Mari, unleashing a pillow fight that would lead to the girls having a pillow fight until both Chloe and Kagami where picked up by there rides.

***

“Bug!!!!” “M’lady” “Tentōmushi.”

It’s all I can hear as I gasp from the puncture that I now have right through my lung. All I can see are rushing shapes as Luka tries to get to his bracelet and the suddenly I can breathe again, I see Luka make a call and all of a sudden bee is there with her stinger at the ready, my heart is still racing but I don’t know why. I start running towards the akuma but Chlo”s already there with her venom out and monster frozen then I’m running as fast as I can to chat because he has the akumatized item and then that’s it the swarm is released and it’s like I know what’s happening.

“I’m running out of time, everyone go home and recharge we need to talk I’ll meet you on top of the tower in 30 minutes”

———

“Bug why are we here?”

“Well it’s been about six months since the forced reveal and public change of users. I feel as though we now need to confirm our identity with each other since before that time each of you had been serving for over a year.”

“But why now?”

“Why?! Because I almost died today we almost lost and I can’t tell anyone unless I’m in this suit. We need support and no one else can give it to us so we need to build our on support team inside and out of being suppers. So I will be going home to a safe space and any of you who are ready to know who I am and share your secret with the others can follow me. I will never hold this moment against you and I will leave my location visible if you need to take your time.”

“Chat are you coming?”

“Wherever you need me.”

———

“So now that we all know what does that mean. Where do we go now?”

“We go no where, we trust and have each other’s backs.”

“Well I personally don’t know why we did this Mari you knew who all of us were and I knew who all of you were, I even put together who Rena, and carapace were.

“Wait how did Chloe know before me M’Lady”

“Well, actually I don’t know?! Chloe how did you know”

“Well big we all know how you are and I sort of put your personality together from that and then no one in Paris is as sunshiny as Adrikins here,”

“humf”

“Don’t humf me you know it’s true. And after that well me and Luk’s started talking and there was something so calming about him and how he took care of everyone. Then of course I noticed how there was really only one more of us left, two if we count Sabrina but Gami was the only one that makes since because well look at her she’s vicious and loyal and most importantly is the only other one of us that has dark hair.”

“Well that’s fair.”

“Wait I still don’t get how you confirmed it?”

“Oh I gave pollen free will she can do whatever she wants whenever and the only downside is that I have to ask her if we can join battle.”

“WHAT!!!!!”

“What do you mean what? Of course she has free will why would I ever keep her like a servant.”

In a meek voice “I’m the guardian and even I didn’t know that they didn’t have free will, Tiki I'm so sorry I didn’t know. As guardian you now have free will Tiki. Adrian go get the Miracle box we have to free them all and no one but Tiki stayed out.”

“Kwamis’ as your guardian I wished I had known that you had no free will and as your guardian I am granting you that freedom but I wish to still have a connection with each of you, as you will work on your own in your own way I hope to keep your miraculous with me and your users so that if need arises we must only tap on them to call to you and inform you of your need, never to merge without your express permission but to work as partners not masters. Do you accept these terms?”

“YES”

“As guardian, on these terms all Kwamis’ under my care are free to do as they wish and will always have a home with each other and a family in there new found partners.

***

(Present)

“ Mari were here we’re going second pay attention Aurore just came up with an auction as a fundraiser.”

“That should work great well just need to do a bit more around the gaining items and how much of the revenue we will get to keep. Now after our pitch we will probably need at least six more ideas and committees to execute them, overall we need eight to even think about doing the trip for the whole senior class even if we get a sponsor other than whatever school we enter for those 6 weeks.”

“Bug your always thinking a head, just focus on now and we’ll deal with the rest after we come up with the finalized schedule for the bigger events.”

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#maridami #dc x mlb #chloe redemption #maribat #chapter 2

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marril96 · 5 years

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Smokescreen

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena’s attempt at a surprise goes up in flames.

A/N: @angel-e-v-a and @rowenaisfabulous liked a backstory bit I mentioned in my fanfic Fluffs, so I decided to write it. It is not necessary to read that fic to understand this one, though. The two are totally separate.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

You couldn't have been gone for more than an hour. It was a quick run to the post office, a trip you'd made countless times. It was impossible for something to happen, for something to go horribly, terribly wrong in that amount of time. This was a small town. Aside from a few quarrels between neighbors, nothing ever happened here. Nothing sinister. Nothing remarkable.

Or so you'd thought until two minutes ago when the taxi had dropped you off in front of your house.

In front of your house, whose wide-open windows bled smoke like gaping wounds, while firefighters, scattered around your yard like crimson ants, rushed in and out, left and right, a flurry of movement and pounding feet and raised voices.

Heart stopping dead in its tracks, you started running toward it. The smoke, thick, dark, seeped out in gallons. Your house, shiny white, was tinted grey as if someone had wrapped a cloud of mist around it. What happened? How big was the damage? Had someone — a hunter, a demon, an unfriendly witch — attacked Rowena while you were away?

Where was Rowena?

Your blood ran cold, followed by a chilly cascade of shivers sliding down your spine. You looked around frantically, desperate, pleading to every deity you could think of that she was okay, that she was safe and unharmed and far away from danger. Please, you begged. Please, be okay. Please, be okay, Please be okay.

A rush of images flooded your brain. Tossed furniture. Blood-smeared walls. A charred skeleton lying in the middle of the room with a phone on its chest. A lock of hair on the bed, as crimson as blood on the walls, neatly folded, a souvenir of what had gone on. A prize. Pieces of scalp still clinging to it, staining the sheets underneath it.

The smell, as fresh as the day you'd first felt it, flared up your nostrils, burning like acid. The smell of burnt flesh, of death, of everything good forever gone, never to return again. Never to be the same again.

No!

You shook the thoughts away. It hadn't happened again. It couldn't have! Lucifer was dead, rotting in the Empty forever. Hunters, rogue witches, and everything and everyone else Rowena could handle.

Right?

Just as another horrible stream of thoughts flashed in your mind, you saw her. In the corner of the yard, behind a couple of firemen who were discussing something amongst themselves, Rowena stood tall (well, as tall as she could manage at her height) and proud. Her head was held high, lips a firm line that betrayed nothing, face equally blank. No emotion, all business. If the incident affected her (and you were certain it did), she didn't show it. These people, these strangers didn't get to see her weak. They didn't get to see her hurt.

"Rowena!" you called, relief washing over you. She was okay, you told yourself. She was safe. You had nothing to worry about.

She turned to you, and a small flicker of a smile grazed her mouth. "Y/N!"

You headed for the yard, only to be stopped by a firefighter. "Ma'am, you can't go in there," he said in that professional tone cops usually used. Polite, but firm. A tad friendly around the edges for a better effect.

"I live here," you told him. Gesturing to Rowena, you said, "That's my girlfriend over there!"

"Alright," he conceded. "But go no further than the yard. The house has still not been cleared."

You gave a nod and went in. Rowena met you halfway. As soon as you were near her, you threw your arms around her, wrapping her in a tight, bone-crushing hug. She smelled like smoke, but other than that she appeared fine. She stood still as a statue, frozen in place; she let you hold her, let you pull her in and feel her, bask in her presence. She was alive. She was safe. Nothing else mattered.

"Honey, are you okay?" you asked, pulling back and looking her over.

"I'm fine," she said, more tired than distressed.

Her hands were on her stomach, one clasped over the other. On first glance it appeared to be nothing more than a nervous gesture, but as you looked more closely, you could make out dark, reddish markings sprawled over her lower hand.

"What's this?"

Before she could utter a response, your hands were on hers, gently pulling it free to look it over. Aside from a defeated sigh, Rowena made no protests. It was useless to fight you. A losing battle she'd stopped engaging in a long time ago.

The top of her pale hand was red. The stain was sprawled over it like a crimson bruise, deep, dark, painful to even look at, let alone bear. You stared at it, shocked, mouth agape, then your eyes met Rowena's once again and you got a sudden urge to hug her again. No wonder she hadn't hugged you back.

"Its nothing," she said nonchalantly, but you could tell by her expression it was anything but. It hurt. Not only that, it probably reminded her of the last time she'd been burned.

The time when it wasn't just her hand — her entire body had been burned to a crisp.

You shook the unpleasant memories away, willing them to stay in the back of your mind where they belonged. Twice in one day was enough. You didn't need to remember it. You didn't want to remember it. You wished there was a way to erase the horrifying images out of your head for good.

"It's not nothing. You're hurt!" you said. "You need to get that looked at."

"I do not!" Rowena insisted. "It's just a wee burn. I've had worse." She shot you a meaningful look as she said it, a wordless reminder that you were there, that you'd seen it, felt it, smelled it right alongside her. That you'd held her hand and talked to her, even when she couldn't answer, when her throat and mouth hadn't regenerated yet, for hours on end. She'd survived that, and she would survive a mere second degree wound on her hand.

You were about to tell her it didn't matter, that she was still hurt, when one of the firefighters standing nearby said, "We offered to call for an ambulance, but she refused."

"She's good considering the entire kitchen was on fire," the firefighter next to him said. "That, and she wouldn't let us into the house."

You shot Rowena a pointed glare, a (you hoped) perfect replica of her murderous one. She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Because I'm fine," she said, exasperated. "I had everything under control until these red bampots shows up!"

"Rowena!" you hissed warningly, cheeks flaming with shame. A small smile bloomed up on your mouth, fake but polite. "She didn't mean that. She's in shock."

The firefighters didn't appear convinced, but, with tight smiles and curt nods, they let it go.

Rowena gave another roll of her eyes, equally dramatic as the first one. You swore she had to have practiced them in the mirror.

"What happened?" you asked.

"Just a wee accident."

You looked to the small streaks of smoke still seeping out the windows and back to her. Your eyebrow shot up, suspicious, disbelieving. "A wee accident?"

"Yes!" Rowena exclaimed. She turned her head to the side, suddenly finding the fence interesting. Desperate to avoid your eyes, your suspicion, your accusation. Giving a sigh, she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "I was trying to cook."

No way! You had to have heard it wrong. "You were what?"

She glared at you as if you'd just killed her entire family. "I was trying to cook!"

Before you could try to hold it back, a snort escaped you. Then another, and another, and soon your were laughing heartily as if you'd just heard the funniest joke of your life.

Rowena had tried to cook. Not only that, but she'd almost burned the house down while she'd been at it. If someone had told you that, you wouldn't have believed them.

Rowena never cooked. Never. She made potions and tea and various other beverages, but she never, ever cooked. She refused, and you respected that. The restaurant food the two of you ordered was more than excellent. There was no need for either her or you to cook.

As it turned out, there was a reason she never did.

"You're horrible!" she whined, cradling her burned hand to her chest. Her lower lip popped out in a pout. "Laughing at an injured woman."

"Sory," you said in-between fits of laughter. You took a breath, one, two, three deep ones, to regain your composure. "It's just… you never cook."

"I wanted to today," she said petulantly. A bratty little thing she was.

Your bratty little thing. You loved her exactly as she was.

"It was supposed to be a surprise."

You cocked up an eyebrow. "A surprise?"

"Aye." Her cheeks burned red, embarrassed, awkward. Adorable. "I wanted to make your favorite food."

The admission made you melt like an ice sculpture hit by bright, warm sun rays. She wanted to do something nice for you, wanted to surprise you, and had gotten hurt in the process. You couldn't be mad at her for that, couldn't laugh and poke fun. She had nothing but the best intentions at heart.

"You're adorable, you know that?" you said.

Rowena's eyes locked right with yours, defiant. "Am not."

"Are, too," you insisted. "My precious little cupcake."

"Y/N!" she warned, not at all appreciative of the nickname, especially surrounded by strangers.

You grinned. "You are! And I love you for it. So much." You grabbed her healthy hand in both of yours and gave it a squeeze. "But I beg of you, never try to cook again."

"I don't intend to," she said with a scowl.

"Good. One fire was enough."

A snort, and then a chuckle, accompanied your words.

Rowena rolled her eyes. "You will never let me live this down, will you?"

"Nope," you said, popping the p.

"That's what I get for trying to be nice."

"Uh huh. No good deed goes unpunished."

"Rude."

"Always, honey." You pecked her on the cheek, a swift brush of lips over warm, flushed skin. Your eyes trailed down to her injured hand. "You really should get that taken care of."

"I will, when we're allowed back in," Rowena said.

"I volunteer to be your nurse," you said.

She smirked. "Naughty."

"Pervert," you retorted, laughing.

"You started it," she said nonchalantly.

"It's not my fault you sexualize everything," you teased.

"Sure."

"It's not!"

"Keep telling yourself that, dear."

The banter lasted for a good few minutes, until the firefighters announced the house was safe to go back in. The smell of smoke would linger for a while, they warned, and gave a few tips on how to make it go away. You listened intently, even though the advice was useless to you; Rowena already had a spell ready. A few Latin words, and your house would smell as good as new.

And, once you made a call to the restaurant, it would smell like your favorite food.

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#rowena #rowena macleod #rowena x reader #spn #supernatural #my fics #smokescreen #fanfiction

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irenicjae · 6 years

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SHORT I NEED SOMEBODY APPRECIATION

i posted this earlier but it seems to have disappeared from my blog? idk so i’m just reposting it PLEASE READ

this is SO not going to be short, because

this.

freaking.

song.

i think everyone can relate to this song, will relate to this song, or has been able to relate to this song at some point in their life.

the lyrics are so deep and tbh i could talk about this song forever if someone would let me

the RAW emotion that youngk pours out in the chorus at the “why am i alone” honestly makes my heart hurt everytime i hear it. not just because i feel sorry for him and them, but because i’ve been there, i’m still there, and it just feels so,,, liberating to hear that i’m not alone in feeling alone.

when i decided to start stanning day6, i downloaded all of their songs on spotify and just played them all on repeat for two days, and i need somebody was one of the few songs that caught my attention from the opening bars, the instrumental. good lord, that piano bit at the beginning is one of the most beautiful things i have ever heard. the moment jae comes in with his honey melting into warm milk voice, i. am. not. okay.

i know that i’ve used the phrase “raw emotion” already, but i’m going to use it again (and probably again) because there is SO much of it in this song.

“hello

geogi

nugu

eopna

where...

is.”

the raw emotion in park jaehyung’s voice at the start really hits me. that little thing he does where he sang “is anyone... the-ere?” i’m not sure how to describe it but you can hear so much pain, and desperation, and hurt. it’s like my heart just went out to him when i first heard it

“sarajyeo

jeomjeom sori eopshi

naegeseo

amu iyu eopshi”

and wonpil with his soft, beautiful voice. i love his voice. he starts off confident, in a way asking why whoever the song is about is leaving him. and then, you hear his voice get quieter at “hokshina”, when he wonders if everything was a misunderstanding, when he doubts and second guesses himself.

“why am i alone?”

younghyun, my poor baby. the raw emotion (told you i’d use it) you can hear in this? it’s like he poured all his frustration, his anger, his memories of happiness, his sadness, his pain, his hurt, his disappointment, EVERYTHING out into it. like there was a dam holding back his emotions back and all of a sudden, it falls down, and everything comes crashing out with the force of all of his loneliness. this one line is so powerful and hits me like a bang bang neoye bullet bullet bullet everytime i hear it. that haunting way he holds the “alone” stays stuck in my head for days after i hear it.

but the next line really gets me, the “nareul dulleossan saramdeul soge”, the “among all the people surrounding me” i think everybody’s been there, everybody’s been in a room full of people and felt alone, or left out, or felt like they don’t exist, they’re not important enough to exist. the need to find answers, the desperation in younghyun’s voice, the need to know WHY why does he feel so alone is anyone coming to save him why is he alone he needs somebody is somebody there? i can hear this reflected through the whole song and it breaks my heart. i always wonder what he must be going through to have this much pain in his heart BUT THATS FOR ANOTHER POST, FOR ANOTHER DAY!!

“why am i alone?

hollo namgyeojin, jigeum, nugunga piryohae.

jigeum, nugunga piryohae.”

sungjin’s part in this is one of my favourite ever parts of his. the raspiness of his voice suits the song so well and you can hear the raw emotion™️ (do i know any other phrases) the way he repeats the “jigeum nugunga piryohae” a little bit quiter the second time than the first is sorta like “I NEED SOMEBODY!!! PLEASE!!! i need somebody...” and it’s so heartbreaking does he HAVE to rip my heart out of my chest and then then jump on the shreds of it or-

this took so long to write out lmao

i hope you liked it, and agreed!!

get ready for part 2 because this was only the first verse and first chorus we’ve got more than half of the song to go whoo!!!

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october-rosehip · 6 years

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OC Interview Meme- Ceilidh

I was tagged by @mocha-writes, who has tagged some of the usual suspects so I will tag... @madamsnark and @icylook, in case you need a timewaster.

I’m convinced all my art sucks lately so have a dollmaker Ceilidh. You can play with it here... http://www.rinmarugames.com/playgame.php?game_link=mega-fantasy-avatar-creator

1. What is your name?

“Ceilidh Tabris. It is pronounced KAY-leeh.”

2. What is your real name?

“Hero of Ferelden, Arlessa of Amaranthine, Warden Commander, Maestra Arainai? Pick one.”

3. Do you know why you were called that?

“Assorted reasons.”

4. Are you single or taken?

“Taken.”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

“All sorts. I can sew, I know how to cook, I'm decent at poisons... Ohhh you mean ways of kicking ass.” By her smile you can tell she knew that, and is messing with you. “I'm very good at stabbing things very fast, I get really mean when I'm angry, and I have a good relationship with the fade for a 'normal'. I drank Avernus' weird crap, too, so there's that.”

6. Stop being a Mary Sue.

“Unlike certain cuddly mages a universe or two away from me, I'm quite sure that term doesn't apply to me.”

7. What’s your eye color?

“They're green. Most people tell me they're my best feature.”

8. How about your hair color?

“Dark brown. Can't you tell? I have enough of it.” She tosses her mass of curls around, several loops of braid almost failing to keep them from escaping and frizzing out in all directions.

9. Have you any family members?

“Yeah! My family's huge. My dad, Soris, Shianni, all our adopted Crowlets; Zev's family now, and we have a daughter. Also, we found a cousin in Kirkwall. At least, we're pretty sure. He could be my brother, as similar as we look, but we don't have access to his records. But seriously, our noses, eyes, and eyebrows clearly grew on the same tree.”

10. Oh? What about pets?

“I still have my dog, and I keep a butterfly garden wherever I go. And, I mean, I have a sword with an undead dragon in it? Is that a pet?”

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

“Damn right, it’s cool. Anyway, I don't like politics, but I'm doomed to be involved in them, forever. I also don't like Chantry people looking sideways at my kid.”

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

“I love to read. I have those butterflies. Zev taught me to draw a little bit. We also have a slightly more personal hobby.”

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

“Of course. Often with much enthusiasm.”

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

“Did you notice that civil war we just had?”

15. What kind of animal are you?

“I don't do nice things to people who call me an animal. Just so you know.”

16. Name your worst habits.

“Other than fucking shit up for asshole humans? I... might have a bit of an issue with alcohol.”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

“All kinds of people. I didn't do any of it on my own, you know?”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

“Bisexual is the best word, I think.”

19. Do you go to school?

“Aw, you probably think you're funny.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

“I've done that. Though, I guess 'married' might be stretching matters, but like fuck I'm going to do that shit again.”

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

“I do, and it's weird.”

22. What are you most afraid of?

“Well, let's see... plenty of things. The world is scary. But I will tell you that I am NEVER going on my Calling and tradition can fuck itself.”

23. What do you usually wear?

“Ideally? Light linen or silk tunics and pants. Dalish leathers sometimes. Platemail more often than I want.”

24. Do you love someone?

“Very much.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

“Other than when I was a baby? The beatdown I took on the way to Fort Drakon might have caused that. It's hard to tell. I don't remember it very well, but I was bloody, smelly, and concussed by the time I got there. That’s how humans deal with surrenders, for you.”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

“What isn't, my life? Are you saying my time in human prisons isn't over? Because if that's the case, I should warn you that we're less alone than you think.”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

“Are you fucking serious? Oh, hah, you are. Well, I have several titles and a ton of money but I have no idea what half those forks are for, and my ears are pointy. Too many people in Denerim remember me as an assistant tailor, and in Antiva, it's complicated. I bought a house of assassins to save on the bloodshed, but that makes me technically a Crow, and most Crows were slaves. Yeah... it's weird.”

28. How many friends do you have?

“So many. Lots of people are decent if you just listen to them.

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

“Pie is useful. You can turn anything into pie. My favorite involves cheese and vegetables.”

30. Favourite drink?

“I like brown ale and I like chicory. Zev makes fun of me for both, but mostly because he likes to make me pretend-angry.”

31. What’s your favourite place?

“Hmmm... the beach, I think. Also, the roof. I like fresh air and I like people not knowing who I am, right away.”

32. Are you interested in someone?

“In what way?”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

“All right, look, underclothing sizes are complete trash, and if you want something to fit, you have to have it made. I can help you with that. But if you want to know how big my tits are, they range from smallish to medium depending on if I've had enough to eat, lately. Being a Warden is hard on the grocery budget.”

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

“Ocean! The ocean is awesome.”

35. What’s your type?

“I like someone kind, and funny, and not too far above me.”

36. Any fetishes?

“Oh, tons. I'll try anything once.”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

“I don't take orders well, that's for damn sure.”

38. Camping or indoors?

“I love camping. It was so strange moving back into a building after the blight. That said, I'm sure everyone I know is glad Zev and I have walls, now.”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

“Are you trying to see how far you can push me? Is that why you're asking? Silly you.”

40. Now it’s over!

“Hah! I win!”

#Meme thing #Ceilidh Tabris #profanity warning #That's just how she is

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stars-that-shine-at-night · 6 years

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If the Shoe Fits Park Jimin x Reader Ballet! Au

8 9 10 11 12 13

A/n: Hello I am back and I have just been so busy. It is my junior year in high school, and half way through my first semester I started going out with a boy. Recently it ended, it wasn’t a messy break up but it made a mess of me. I really did lose myself but I am here doing something I know that is rewarding.

Why do we have to be apart? We are finally reunited in a unknown place and the shadows of your love are casted all over my face. What do I have to do get you to love me back?

It’s more complicated than that

And why is that?

Please….just wait. Summer eventually comes after winter

Every year at the end of December after all of the dance schools across the nation come together for a giant ball, after they have finished their last performance of the year. This year Etre had the honor of hosting the ball, and the theme chosen by the student council was ‘masquerade’. Any genre of dance was accepted at this party, if you could put moves to a rhythm then it was welcomed. It was all to have fun, and enjoy the art of dancing with your friends, while being able to experience other forms of dance first hand.

“Come on (y/n) you have to go.” Chaerin whined as you sat with her in a restaurant. You were treating her and Hoseok out to doenjang-jjigae because they are “hungry broke high school students”.

“No, no way am I going.” You said, as you continued to eat. “I don’t see the reason for me to go. I’m not a student and any school, and I haven’t danced in forever. Who knows if I still have it.” You pointed out.

“Who cares about that (y/n), just come and hang out with us.” Hoseok said.

“I think everyone will care Hoseok, everyone there are dancers with extensive training. What do I have? I make the shoes you dance in, I’ll be the laughing stock.”

“But it’s a masquerade, no one will know who you are, so who cares if you face plant.” Chaerin said, giggling. You shot her a dirty glare, and playfully shoved her.

“And you can see Jimin~” Hoseok said. Chaerin shot up and stared at Hoseok, and back at you. Your head was already lowered as you began to think about the ballerino.

“…Hoseok…I don’t want to see him.” You croaked from your bent over position.

“What do-”

“-Who cares if he’s there?! He’ll be wearing a mask and you will be too. The both of you won’t ever know who is who.” Chaerin quickly cut off Hoseok, and waved away his statement.

“(y/n) pllleeeaaassseee~” Chaerin and Hoseok pleaded in unison.

“Come, or Sori will kill us both.” Hoseok said, with Chaerin nodding in agreement.

You exhaled loudly. “Fine I’ll go, but just so you know I have nothing to wear and I don’t have a pair of pointe shoes.”

“Just make yourself a pair of regular pink pointe shoes. You are the owner of your foot, so you know what kind of shoe you want. I’ll take care of the dress.” Hoseok said, sending you wink.

“Hoseok, no I can’t ask your sister to make me a dress, that I’m going to wear once.” You whined. Hoseok’s sister was a costume designer and she made lot’s of costumes for ballet productions all over Korea at the company she worked at.

“Oh hush child, let Hobi, your fairy god mother take care of you okay?” Hoseok said with a closed eyes smile, his dimples indenting themselves into his cheeks.

“Fine fairy god mother Hobi work your magic.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as you rested your chin into the palm of your hand. You were snapped back into reality as you heard your phone ring. You read the caller ID and saw that it was your mother calling you.

“Hello?”

“(Y/n) where are you? You need to come back quickly to Delladova. You know it is Nutcracker season, all of the dancers needs shoes.” Your mother ranted into the phone.

“Ah yeah I’ll be there. I’m coming back to work soon.” You said as you pinned your phone to the side of your face with your shoulder as you collected your belongings.

“I have to go quickly and back to work.” You rummaged through your bag and pulled out numerous denominations of bills. “Here use this to pay. I’ll catch you later, and keep the change Hoseok.” You said as you ran out of the restaurant to Delladova. Hoseok took the money and payed for the meal.

“I guess we got to pay a visit to Noona.” Hoseok said, as he walked out with Chaerin.

“Why do I have to go?” Chaerin whined.

“You don’t want to help design (y/n)’s tutu? Besides you and (y/n) practically have the same body. We’ll use you to model the dress.” Hoseok said.

“I would actually love to create (y/n)’s dress.” Chaerin realized. “We’re making it pink too right?”

“With flowers also.”

“Hoseok, you’re a genius.”

“I know I am. Now let us go my partner in crime.” Hoseok stated as he linked arms with Chaerin.

“Noonaaaaa~” Hoseok called out as he reached his sister’s studio.

“Ah my little brother!” Dawon squealed as she came running, to greet Hoseok.

“Noona, I need a favor. Can you please make a tutu for (y/n)? She needs it for the ball in December.

“I would love to make her a tutu and I’ll have it done by the dance. Do you have any design ideas?”

“I do Noona.” Hoseok said, looking rather proud of himself. Dawon nodded her head, as she pulled out a drawing pad to jot down ideas. “She wants a pink dress, bodice and tutu. Classic pancake tutu and I was thinking to have some embroidery on it, with off-shoulder short sleeves, and flower embroidery on the front panel of the bodice.” Hoseok explained as Dawon nodded her head up and down as she drew out ideas.

“Okay, I have an idea for a design, I just need measurements.”

“Actually (y/n) is busy at work and doesn’t have time to come, but I have Chaerin who is the same size as (y/n) I think that’ll work.” Hoseok said. Dawon chewed on her lip in nervousness.

“It might be risky to not have the actual person here, but I can use Chaerin for now. Just tell (y/n) to not gain any weight.” Dawon said. “I’ll have the dress ready. I’ll call you when I am done.” Dawon said, with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Thank Noona~! You’re the best.” Hoseok cheered.

“You better remember that,” His sister smirked. “Now go I’ve got costumes to make and the both of you have practices to attend.” Dawon said as she kicked Hoseok and Chaerin out. The duo gave her a final wave good bye and headed to Etre for practice.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he stared as smooth hands that were clamped together that rested in his lap.

“Well I’ll tell you Mr. Park I did in fact found a lot on the Yoo Dukhwa and Sujin. I also found their child trespassing onto a family named the (l/n)’s property.” Lee Jiyong also placed a USB stick in front of Jimin. Here is security footage of Yoo Miju breaking and entering through the house’s door and in the family’s main foyer destroying the property. You can have this copy.” Lee Jiyong paused for a moment and pulled out a manila folder. “Mr. Park I know you attend the Etre ballet academy. Here are documents of the Yoo family paying some of the teachers to get Yoo Miju certain roles in specific shows. If these get out it can really damage the reputation of your school and the dancers that attend it. I advise you to be cautious on what you want to do with this information. You can’t undo any decisions you have made once you have made them. Do you understand?”

Jimin licked his parched lips and let the heavy information sink into his skin, and process in his brain. He has never been given anything so valuable ever. Jimin nodded his head slowly up and down. Lee Jiyong placed the folder in front of Jimin.

“Then I also advise you to read these documents carefully if you choose to give them to any authorities.” Lee Jiyong said. “Now that is all I have, I will take my leave.” And with that the tall, lanky man stood and walked away from Jimin.

“I guess I have some reading to do after practice.” Jimin mumbled as he picked up the manila folder.

“You’re bleeding.” A deep voice said, as a tissue flashed in front of your face. The moment you felt a warm stream flow down onto your philtrum and the taste of iron in your mouth, you instantly grabbed the crisp tissue tainting it with your blood.

“Ah, thanks Jaejung.” You said, pinching your nose.

“Here tilt your head back.” Jaejung said, guiding your head back. You met Jaejung’s dark eyes.

“It’s late why are you still here?” You asked.

“I could ask you the same thing darling.”

“You know why, so stop playing dumb.”

“Yeah yeah it’s because you’ve got to work.” Jaejung sighed. “Don’t you get payed overtime (y/n)?”

“I get payed with the satisfaction of watching dancers use my shoes to dance gracefully across the stage.” You said in a sweet tone.

“That is a no then.” Jaejung said. “Yah! (y/n) you should report this it’s illegal to work this much, or cut back on the clients.”

“I can’t my mom would kill me.” You explained.

“Here have a snack.” Jaejung said placing a soup container and utensils in front of you.

“This will be my dinner actually.” You admitted.

“Jesus Christ (y/n) it is two in the morning. Go Home.”

“I will…after I finish this order. I have one pair left to make and it won’t take me long. It’s a ballet slipper, so all I have to do is sew it and I have my baby to help me.” You said, patting your sewing machine.

“Who’s it for?” Jaejung asked curiously.

“Park Jimin.” You answered, eyes softening from the mention of his name.

“Are you in love with him (y/n)?” Jaejung said, straight out. Your head snapped forward from Jaejung’s question.

“What?! No way in hell, why would I-” You stopped and lowered your voice. “-I don’t know Jaejung…”

“Why (y/n)? You know he has his psychotic partner that hates you and will even murder you. What is there to love?”

“I-I-he wants to fight to be with me and I guess that is admirable. I never saw it before but he has this passion that burns in him, and I think he means more to me than a part of me is letting on.” You explained. “But it’s not for sure though. I can’t be with him because you know Miju will come for me and my family. I guess I’ll get over him and move on.” You shrugged staring at the black leather that will become the slipper that Jimin will wear to dance in.

“Ah…I see, get over him huh?” Jaejung said sadly, but you were too absorbed in trying to find the template for Jimin’s foot to notice Jaejung melancholic tone. “I’ll be going now. It’s late, go home soon okay?”

“Mm hm.” You hummed. Jaejung walked out of the glass doors of Delladova and as he walked to his car he noticed Park Jimin running in the cold dead of night.

“Yah Park Jimin!” Jaejung yelled out. Jimin stopped dead in his tracks and jogged over to Jaejung.

“What do you want?” Jimin asked with hostility.

“(L/n) (y/n) is in there,” Jaejung pointed to the Delladova building, “at this time working on damned shoe after shoe. She doesn’t deserve all of the attacks and threats from the psychotic bitch who’s gone off the deep end because of her extreme obsession with you. Protect her with everything you can, protect her even if it means your life because already she does so much for you than you do for her. You better give her all of the love she deserves because I’ll tell you this, all of her love, energy, and even blood goes into the shoes you dance in. Take care of her.” Jaejung finished huffing out clouds of heat from his mouth.

“Say something you punk!” Jaejung said pulling Jimin by his collar. “I’m letting her go, take care of her in my place.” Jaejung’s voice softened. Jimin’s eyes widened in shock as he saw Jaejung melt on the spot just like a pat of butter on a hot plate.

“She cares about you in the way she would care for me, but I can’t change her mind. Please let me know I am leaving her in the hands of a good man.”

“I will protect her. I will protect her with me everything, I will use all of my resources to protect her from Miju. That’s what I am doing. I found CCTV footage of Miju breaking and entering into (y/n)’s house and trashing the foyer of her home.” Jimin finally responded.

“And what are you going to do with that video footage?”

“I’m going to turn it into Etre and then to the police. Hopefully (y/n) will settle for only a restraining order, but really I hope it prevents Miju from hurting (y/n) and her family.” Jimin explained. “I know it will ruin her’s and her family’s reputations, but it had to go this far, so she can learn a lesson.” Jaejung was in shock that Jimin had this whole plan ready to help, and it must have been difficult to look through the all of the footage to find that exact moment.

“I promise she will be taken care of.” Jimin said firmly, Jaejung flashed a sad smile.

“And that’s all I’ll ever want.” Jaejung said finally, he let go of Jimin, and walked away.

“Good job this winter season in keeping up with the relentless orders of shoes, we managed to get shoes on every dancer’s foot no problem. Thank you for your hard work everyone. Take a break and go home to your families. You have the rest of the day off.” Your manager of the Seoul branch of Delladova Shoes announced. Everyone sighed a big breath of relief and murmurs along the lines of “thank you for your hard work” were passed around the work room. You felt like as if there was a giant weight taken off your entire body, as your fingers twitched in pain. You swore you were going to get arthritis by the time you were 25 years old due to the work you exhort onto them.

“(Y/n) let’s go we got to pick your tutu.” Chaerin said as she jumped on your back. You stumbled forward a bit from her weight but caught her by supporting her legs with your arms.

“Yah, if you hurt her back she won’t be able to dance tonight.” Hoseok reprimanded. Chaerin stuck her tongue straight out at him like a child.

“Since when did you become an old lady?” She asked.

“Chaerin get off of me so I can take off my work apron so we can go to Dawon’s studio.” You said. Chaerin hopped of you and lifted the paste stained rags up and over your head. You threw them onto your work table, and left with Hoseok and Chaerin.

“(Y/n) you’re here~” Dawon squealed as she ran over to you.

“It’s good to see you Unnie.” You greeted.

“I can’t wait for you to see your dress you’re going to love it. I incorporated everything you wanted.”

“What I wanted? But I never said anyth- Jung Hoseok!” You roared out.

“Uh Noona why don’t you take (y/n) to the changing rooms to try on the costume?” Hoseok said nervously.

“I will kill you.” You whispered to Hoseok as the older Jung dragged you off to try on your dress. Dawon skipped over to the mannequin wearing your dress, and placed her hands on its shoulders. You were amazed at how intricate the dress was. Flowers curved around the neck line, down the middle of the bodice, and fanned out onto the skirt. The circumference of the skirt was short but flouncy which gave the illusion of lightness with every movement. The dress had incredible dimension as Dawon used several shades of the pink to give the dress a pop, there was a dark pink fabric used for the bodice, but it faded out to a soft pink at the tutu. Your hand traced the flowers that went down to the bodice and the pink designs that were carefully stitched into the skirt, your finger tracing every line and curve.

“Unnie, I don’t know what to say but thank you so much, it’s so beautiful.” You marveled just like a little girl seeing a princess for the first time.

“Don’t say anything, just put it on and dance. A beautiful costume is never done until an incredible dancer steps into it you know.” Dawon smiled mysteriously at you. Dawon was young but wise beyond her years, she had had wonderful wisdom hidden behind a kind smile. You took the dress of the mannequin and went into a changing stall. Carefully you slid the costume on and had Dawon cinch the bodice flush to your torso.

“Oh my god my daughter~” Hoseok squealed as he burst into the room you were in and collapsed you in a hug.

“Your daughter?!” You roared as you tried to remove the clingy boy.

“Yah you’ll crumple the tutu.” Dawon scolded as she whacked Hoseok in the back of the head.

“Noona why are you so mean to me?” Hoseok pouted as he rubbed the back of his head. You slipped back into the changing room and tried to slip your way out of the delicate costume. You let out a big exhale once you got the tight bodice off. You giggled at the small amount of weight you gained, your stomach was a bit squishy at the bottom, but you were okay with it. You thought it was actually kind of cute, you just had to be careful you didn’t want to add on to it.

“So how does it fit?” Chaerin asked as you stepped out of the changing room with the dress draped over your arm,

“For the most part well, but the dress does not accommodate Rupert.” You giggled. Dawon, Chaerin, and Hoseok looked at you with raised eye brows.

“Who’s Rupert?” Chaerin asked.

“My food baby.” You answered, then broke out in a fit of laughter. “I guess eating out this past week was not good for my figure, but oh well you shrugged. It’s a bit tight for my lower stomach, but I can still move in it, don’t worry.” You assured. Hoseok pulled his phone out to look at the time, but also saw saw a text from Jungkook.

Young Kookie: Hyung everyone else got their costumes. Where are you? Jimin is holding yours at his room.

Hobi Hyung: Sorry, I was visiting my sister. I’ll be there soon, I’ll tell Jimin when I’m going to pick up my costume.

“Chaerin, I think we need to go back soon. Everyone is starting to get ready.” Hoseok pointed out. Both you and Chaerin took your phones out and looked at the time yourselves.

“Aw man you’re right, we got to dash.” Chaerin said looking at you. You nodded your head in agreement. You thanked Dawon one more time and then left with Hoseok and Chaerin.

Chaerin took you to her dorm room, while Hoseok split off to find Jimin who was holding his costume.

“(Y/n) did you get your dress?” Sori asked as she saw you walked through the door.You rose the bag that held your tutu.

“It’s right here.” You said.

“Oh~ Let me see.” Sori tiptoed over to you. You unzipped the bag part way to let Sori sneak a peak at the pink dress.

“Oh that is so pretty!” Sori fawned over the intricate dress. “I should have gone for a pink dress, but my sister made me a blue one, but that’s okay.” Sori motioned to royal blue dress that was hanging outside of her closet. The dress ombred out into a light blue to right at the tutu, and the white tulle was decorated with tendrils of blue that reminded you of white sea foam against the calm cerulean of the ocean waters.

“I think it’s absolutely beautiful, your sister did such a wonderful job the blue totally reminds me of the beaches in Busan.” You admitted staring at the blue tulle.

“Oh you’ve been to Busan before?” Sori asked.

“Yeah, when I was younger I use to go there a lot. My mom’s side of the family lives in Busan.” You answered.

“Sit down, I’m going to tie your hair up (y/n).” Chaerin said holding up her hair brush. You sat in front of Chaerin’s mirror and watched her tie you hair up in a sleek, neat, and tight bun.

“Done.” Chaerin said, marveling at her own work. You smoothed your hand over your slicked back hair. After you were done with your hair you started to get dressed. While you were sewing on the pink satin ribbons on to your shoes you suddenly stopped half way through a stitch and stared at the pointe shoes, Flashback of Miju destroying you clothes and possessions projected themselves into your mind.

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Chaerin asked, but you didn’t say anything. Chaerin looked over to Sori who was looking at you with concern smoothed over her features.

“Is there something wrong with (y/n)?” Sori asked, she walked over to you and waved her hand in front of your face.

“(Y/n) what are you thinking about?” You blinked your eyes a couple of times.

“I can’t do this.” You breathed out. “ I can go out there. What if Miju finds me?”

“(Y/n) who cares about Miju, you’re only here to have fun an party. There is nothing wrong about that.” Sori pointed out.

“You know she’s crazy she’s probably think I am here for Jimin and she’ll be after me again.” You started to panic.

“(Y/n)!” Chaerin interrupted your thoughts.

“You may see Miju, but...” Chaerin walked over you with a mask, “she will never see you. This is a masquerade dance after all...”

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lgbtloudhouse · 7 years

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Another random game! Type "Lincoln is.." and press the middle button!

Warning: shitpost.

Lincoln is awesome because i didn’t get some more random header i dare Lisa to believe Boddy I made some Loud Sisters are the ones to be insluting, I don’t think anybody who come out of the classroom an hour. I made a drawing! It’s been requested through a great thing. I have been summoned. I made some things anyone about to start out of the school. I have to take yourself to be herself what the heck is a incest shop of you growing up to not give her back and nearly fainted. I made a Melanie and it made a drawing for the loud fanfic right now! It’s funny because i dare you to keep it out idiots I made some Loud Sisters Spit Out Boy Complicated I made some things anyone has woken up. I have to think of a show i didn’t really know that you took I’ve ever heard a knock on the queston I have been requested through the curtains. I made some Loud House things anyone about it either Luan Loud has woken up, I guess this brand I made a drawing! It’s been forever warmed! It’s funny to NOT SILENCED I made some things anyone has a PlayStation and i didn’t get some matching shirts just a notification or anything like THIS ISN’T LOUD WEEK IS SHE SITTING ON HER NECK WHY AM SOOO SORY I made a Melanie and i didn’t really knew who I am so confused plz ask one of Lucy’s bars I made some Loud Sisters are the loud fanfic when the suggested words I have been summoned.

#the loud house #shitpost

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honestly-who-knows-blog · 7 years

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young forever

*don’t do stupid drug kids because you can really hurt someone or yourself and if your are ever struggling you can always talk to someone, im always here and ready to listen*

angst af: this got a little darker then intended but… yeaaaah.

warnings: swearing, suicide/death, drugs abuse

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you would think that one of us would notice what we were doing to ourselves, that we would try and stop it, pull away, just see all the damage that we were doing to ourselves, but when it co,es to this life it doesn’t ways work out that way, you don’t always stop and fix it.

Peter and i grew up with each other, we both had pretty crappy families, in a crappy neighborhood with no one but yourself looking out for you. but me and peter had each other. When we were little we would sneak out at night and go sit at the shitty park all night, we would talk all night about just stuff look at the stars. he always like this one start, the second one to the right. he said it was the brightest in the entire sky.

Over the years me and peter found it harder to be around people, because out families lived in such a bad part of town we got bullied in school, all the other kids made fun of us. while i ignored it he would fight it, and the kids. he was always getting into trouble because someone made fun of him. when we got older it got harder, he was getting into trouble in school and that made more problems at home. After a while he got kicked out of school, his patents really didn’t like that so they kicked him out of the house.

That was the start of how it all began. once he was kicked out he moved in with me, my parents not caring enough to say no.

the real problem started the night he got kicked out, pissed off and wanting to let off some steam, we decided to go to a party down the street from my house. after a while of being there and drinking me and peter ended up at the park like when we were little.

he sat on the swing next to me, smoking a cigarette and looking at the ground. he sighed “y/n, have you ever thought about what we will be like when he grow up?” he looked at you, his eyes seemed to have a sadness in them.

you looked back at him, not sure how to answer him. “not really?” you finally answered.

he took a drag from the cig “like what if we end up like out patents? i don’t want that, id rather die then be like my parents” he started to get a little emotional but stayed mostly calm.

you looked at peter for a moment, he hasn’t been himself all night. normally he has a good time drinking, but he wasn’t tonight. “we wont end up like them peter.” you tried to assure him.

peter shook his head. “most people end up just like their parents. I don’t want that, i don’t want to grow up just to live a life like.”

you looked at peter a little shocked. “peter, you know you are better then them, don’t say things like that.”

Peter sighed and nodded. “i just cant stop thinking i guess, you got any weed left?” he dropped the cig in front of him before stepping on it to put it out.

you checked the crumpled up baggy in your pocket but you were out. “nah, we must have smoked up everyone at the part.” you stated.

“damn, that sucks. ill pick up more in the morning if we can find some cash” peter looked back down at the ground.

you pulled out another small baggy from your other pocket. it had a few long white pills in it. “well i have these, some dude at the party gave them to me?” he raised his head to look at the pills, you took them out and handed him one. “i forgot what they were called ��but he said its good shit. just don’t try and drive or really do a lot on them.” you informed him.

peter nodded looking down at the pill in his hand and shrugged his shoulders. “i guess why not?” he took the pill and looked over at you as you took yours.

you both sat talking for awhile before the effects started to kick in, and once they had you were gone. everything was black for a long time. the next thing you knew you were back at your house in your own bed. you looked around and didn’t see peter. you figured he had crashed on the couch. you got up and walked into the living room to see your parents standing in the living room and no peter. they noticed you enter the room and stopped talking too look at you.

you gave them a questioning look. “what?”

they looked at each other then back at you. “we have to tell you something.” your mother said.

“i have to find peter first.” you were worried, not knowing if he was safe or not.

“that’s actually what we need to talk to you about.” your father spoke softly.

you looked a little surprised. they didn’t seem to care about anything having to do with him before. maybe he did something to piss them off. “if he did something im sure it was that bad, he wouldn’t do anything that bad. you spoke fast, not wanting him to be kicked out again.

"no y/n that’s not it.” your mother stopped you from saying any more. “hes dead.” she said the last park so carefully, like she would be setting off a bomb is she said it wrong.

the words made you stop your breathing, you didn’t know what to say. “what?” your voice came out shaky. “how, he was just here, he was okay.” you start to speak louder and faster.

“he took his car last night, drove it into traffic.” your father tells you. he tries to take a step closer to you, to try and comfort you. you back away not walking to be touched.

“no.” you say to your self more then to anyone else. you run up to your room and slam the door shut, locking it just in case your parents try come talk to you. you pull out your phone and see that you had 2 messages from peter.

you open it.

’ hey im gong fir a wile’ sent at 1:38 am. it took you a moment to understand what he said.

the second one hit you in the chest. it said ’ y/n im sory’ sent at 1:52 am

you felt tears begin to stream down your face. you couldn’t help him, why weren’t you there for him? why would he do something like this and leave you? did he do this on purpose?

you didn’t know what to do so you lay on your bed for hours, no one being bale to make you get up. tell you fell asleep to try and forget for a while.

#peter pan #angst #peter pan angst #peter pab imagine #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #ouat #ouat imagine #peter pan imagines

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betwixttwoendlesswinters · 5 years

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The Scratching

It started right after Reagan’s second inauguration,

Something clawing gently at the walls,

Sometimes fast and frantic digging desperate to reach the world outside;

Often slow, thought out, methodical,

Trying to find the weakest points, possibly for fragile paws.

I stayed up all night searching to find the source.

Occasionally for too many days at a time.

The exterminator politely avoided saying I was crazy,

And gently said sometimes rats can hide inside of walls and go out scavenging during the day,

I protested that I knew about the nests, and meant to call sooner but this was new and must have another cause.

He didn't say he found any rats, but he would come again and see what he could do.

It seemed that he felt bad for me, since he only charged half his normal fee.

I set out an tape recorder, to see if the noise was just inside my head,

But in the morning, the battery was dead.

This doesn't sound unusual, but considering both battery and device were new, it left me scratching my head. I got some more new batteries, but the same thing happened the next night, and the next.

It happened with every camcorder and, and every new cassette recorder died.

The cheap ones plugged into the walls, all had frayed wires and never worked, I finally gave up on this when I realized how much the total cost had come to be.

But it seemed that something didn't want what was in my walls to have it's noise heard in any way but live.

My performance at work was suffering, my boss asked if everything was okay,

I said I was having trouble sleeping, explained it away to him as stress.

I had vacation days saved up,

And in a surprising twist, I had no ongoing cases,

The only client had settled out of court the other day.

A week in the Cayman islands later, I felt much more relaxed and sane.

But the infernal persistent scratching kept me up that night again.

My mortgage was too fresh and, loan too high, for me to move out to somewhere new,

So I slapped my forehead with bloodshot eyes, looking in the bathroom mirror late one night, I tried getting some earplugs, At 3:00 AM to the sound of monotonous intermittent scratching, once every 10 seconds by my clock, I found them set neatly on the shelf where I kept my notes on what the defending lawyer’s case history was and strategies quite often were, before they appeared in my ears minutes to hours later, leaving me more confused and anxious then before.

I started working more overtime, even though being on salary meant that I didn't get paid any more,

I filed and sorted and organized and cleaned, doing anywork I could find,

Until my boss in the calm and soothing voice of one trying not to get bit by something foaming at the mouth,

Said I had worked enough the past two weeks that I could take the next three weeks, off and still not fall behind,

I hadn't noticed in my manic feverish productivity borne out of a desperate need to be anywhere but at what I once had called my home, that my job title might as well as have read “paralegal” or “secretary”.

I hadn't met with a client in over a month, for that I was secretly grateful,

For if I hadn’t been sent home to rest, I wouldn’t have had that encounter most fateful.

I realized I could either spend the rest of my days, driven mad by the repetitive, scratching, Or I could take back control of my life.

I checked my local library, out of one last desperate grasp for any chance of taking back my life. For a book on morse code, maybe there was a hidden message in this endless scratching on my walls?

I passed a newspaper stand, the owner talking about how someone who i’d prosecuted for murder, he managed to get the charge down to manslaughter despite my best attempts, a decade ago got released on parole, it was high profile at the time, but right now I had more concerning things on my mind.

I found a book that looked like one I wanted, it was really easy to understand, had lots of illustrations, and I continued with what I had planned. That night as with every night, for months without any end in sight, the scratching kept me up again, but no message came too light. When at dawn the scratching stopped, as was often, but not always the case, I threw the book down in frustration, and slept while I could trusting the clawing to eventually cause me to wake. I woke up sometime later, to an unexpected sight, with scratches on the book I’d left unattended and out of sight. Some of the pages were torn out, and scattered on the floor. I’d grown used to unexpected occurrences, and thought about it no more.

I busied myself cleaning up, putting the shreds as close as I could back to how it was before.

And when that evening soon arrived, the book unharmed with not one page out of place but that detail soon went out from my mind without a trace I nearly fainted from surprise. In unsure, hesitant scratching, that I had to check what remained of the book to be sure if I was right, the clawing gave me a message, it said

“Im sory for giv frite”

I tapped out my response on the wall, with shaking unsteady hands,

“You can talk?” I wasn’t expecting much, thinking I may have lost what remained of my fragile, brittle mind, But stayed up that night for a new reason, listening to the sad story of a scared and lonely creature who needed a friend.

They didn’t know who once they were, where their mouth went, or how they got their long and torturous claws.

Or how and why they got trapped inside my house, unable to put one scaled and gnarled foot inside.

Or even why they seemed to have no form to touch the world, barely any mortal guise.

But sunlight seemed to banish them, they couldn’t stand the taste of day,

And in their broken faltering english, they finally managed to say.

That they wanted to find someone, so they could finally relate, but never had any means to speak, or any message to relay, any damage or effect they had on the physical world that would cause people to take notice, would quickly fade and turn back to how it was, leaving them with no ideas on what to do.

The only exception to their ability, was that what living things they shredded with their dastardly and grasping claws, stayed forever sundered, and I realized that's where the rodents I once had must have gone,

The thing I could not see explained, it didn't mean to do me any harm, I said that if only it would let me sleep, we could have our little talks.

In its endearingly innocent way, ignorant of the trouble it had been making, it asked me to explain what sleep was, since it spent every moment waking, and was trying to make sure that when I died at night, that I would come to life once again.

With confusion and some difficulty, I explained that sleep is only a partial death, but is needed in some quantity for us humans to maintain our health, we came to an agreement, we would talk to each other in our long and short patterned, coded way, during the hours between day and night, near dusk and near each dawn,

But during the dead of night I needed sleep, and life went on in this strange, but bearable new way.

When I came back to work days later, my boss said I looked like was much better, and I agreed. I said the reason why was complicated, but the problem was now removed.

It only was a little lie, the cause of the issue was still there but was now a little more understood.

He said that I should be careful, as the leading witness in the case that started my career was found in a lake, strangled, blue, and floating,

I said that I’d be careful, and vowed to call the police for some patrols to come by house,

I’d arranged with the clawed and mouthless thing that I could now communicate with, to stay late at the office, but leave the tv on to entertain it,

It liked the PBS channel especially, and Sesame Street even more,

It often told me at great lengths, what Big Bird had been up to while I slept.

I arrived that night quite past sunset, to a certain smell, unfamiliar and nauseating,

On my doorstep I found filleted corpse, of someone for who the police were now ineffectively searching. I rang them up immediately, they arrived and had a number of questions which I answered with the truth.

I didn’t see what happened, or know the name of anyone who might of, And that the murder weapon appeared to be several knives, but no blood trail was to be found.

They took the body with them, along with all the evidence, and said if they had anymore questions, they’d let me know, but didn’t seem particularly worried.

They figured it was likely a sort of wild cat, lost somewhere in the city, and since he likely would’ve gotten the chair anyway, the figured someone had done the city a service.

I asked my new friend and new protector, only one question about what happened to that man, I asked “Why?”

And waited several minutes of contemplative silence for the similarly brief reply.

“Friend, good, man, bad”

I left it at that but realized, I could take on more cases such as those, without the expensive security, most lawyers who chose such a path often required.

I still live in that house to this day, comfortably retired, and left a note in my will that my next of kin who gets this house must comply with,

Morse Code must be learned, and an open mind is unquestioningly required.

#eldritch abomination #eldritch friend #cosmic horror #cosmic heartwarming #tw death #tw blood #poem #poemish #in verse at least #long poem #long poetry #uifp #making new friends #friends #cat?#claws

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