#like the cello guy walked in and she was like are you going to play something for us

[wondipity]

simp ʚɞ park jongseong

ʚɞ basketball player!jay x cellist fem!reader ʚɞ

ʚɞ summary: you decide to invite your life long crush to your orchestra performance hoping it would spark something between the two of you. now the question everyone wants to know is "did it spark something?" ʚɞ

ʚɞ fluff!!! plus high school au ʚɞ

ʚɞ warnings: making out!!! reader has long hair and sunghoon lowkey abuses jay ʚɞ

ʚɞ word count: 1.4k!! ʚɞ

ʚɞ (a/n): 1.4k!! wowwww... my first sorta full fic hehe!! i used to play cello in high school so this sorta just came to me while i was looking through my yearbook so yeah, hope you enjoy guys! ʚɞ

Jay HATED his friends.

“Oh my god man you’re such a simp!” Sunghoon yelled out, throwing the basketball in Jay’s face just to get his point across. Jay grumbled and rubbed his nose where the basketball had smacked him. He jogged across the court to get the ball that had rolled away (and to escape his horrible friends).

Heeseung laughed as Jay came back with the basketball in one hand and Sunghoon’s Gatorade in the other. “Another word out of you and I will dump this into the trash can.” Sunghoon’s eyes widened as he pleaded and let out “no noo’s”'and “the blue flavour is the best one c'mon's''”.

Jay rolled his eyes until he saw you walking into the gym and holy shit you looked gorgeous. Your hair cascaded down your slightly oversized grey sweater and a pretty smile was plastered on your face. Your friends Giselle and Winter were beside you, flyers in hand. Jay could have watched you for ages. Well, until Sunghoon hit him in the head again.

“Oww!” Jay yelled out, glaring at Sunghoon. He didn’t realise how loud he was until he caught you and your friends staring at him weirdly. His cheeks flushed as he looked down and ran to get the basketball. Which coincidentally came to a stop at your feet.

Jay’s cheeks burned brighter and before he could reach down to get the ball, Giselle shoved a flyer in his face. Jay stumbled back a little and you giggled softly before reaching to take the flyer from Giselle’s hands.

Jay watched as you gently handed him the purple and blue flyer. “Here,” you said, your soft voice causing him to take a shaky breath. He carefully took the flyer from you, shivering a bit when your lithe fingers grazed his thicker ones. His eyes scanned the sheet of paper, picking up words like “performance”, “tonight”, and “Decelis Orchestra”.

“We’re performing today,” your pleasant voice caused Jay’s focus to snap to you, wanting to drink in every one of your words. “Please come to the hall at 6 in the evening if you’d like to watch us!”

Your kind eyes and sweet smile was very different from Giselle and Winter’s, whose sarcastic smiles and sharp eyes seemed as if they were telling him ‘come or else!’. So yeah, Jay did what any guy who was in his situation would do. Stay silent for a good minute and mutter a quick “yeah whatever” before RUNNING AWAY FROM HIS FREAKING CRUSH back to his friends who were waiting for him at the basketball court.

How stupid. Jay thought of his actions as stupid.

How cute. You thought of Jay’s actions as cute.

“Girl calm down,” Winter said as Sunoo rubbed your back up and down, trying to calm your nerves. You peeked through the red curtains of the stage, wild eyes roaming the crowd until they stopped at one person. Jay Park.

Your eyes widened and your breaths got shallower. Winter just rolled her eyes as she got a good look at what got you so worked up. “Simp,” she murmured, turning her back to you to yell at Beomgyu to stay in his position. Sunoo just gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before heading to his own position.

“[Name], what are you doing, take a seat!” Jungwon came up to you, obvious panic in his eyes as he looked you up and down. “Principal Miller gave me a chance to organize this event and if I fail, she will murder me! Now go sit down so you can rock that cello!”

You smiled slightly at Jungwon before taking your seat in the center of the stage. You took a deep breath in and changed the cello position. Jungwon raised an eyebrow at you and you nodded, signifying that you were ready to start. The curtain raised and the bright light shined in your eyes.

3, 2, 1

You close your eyes as the music starts, shutting off your brain. Your fingers draw the bow over the strings as you hum along to the music playing. You loved playing cello. It allows you to forget everything. It allowed you to feel like you.

Your eyes peeked open and you caught sight of Jay, his mouth slightly ajar and his hands frozen midway through the clap position. Seeing your longtime crush have this reaction to the music that you’re playing sent a massive boost of confidence through your veins. You close your eyes once more as you flow along with the music, barely realizing that the performance was over. After playing, nothing mattered. 

The rest of the event was a blur. Teachers, parents, students, and guests all congratulated you. You just smiled and nodded. Jungwon came up to you and hugged you, telling you about how he was now going to run so many more events at school. You just smiled and nodded. Your parents came up to you, taking so many photos and asking if you had a good time. You just smiled and nodded. But when Jay came up to you, you didn’t smile and nod. You didn’t have time to.

Jay rushed up to you and hugged you tight, knocking the breath out of you. You blinked once, then twice then wasted no time in hugged him back, because fuck, your crush of 4 years was hugging you and you’d be a fool not to take advantage of this. “You were amazing,” you heard Jay mumble into your shoulder.

You bit back a smile and muttered a soft “thank you” in response. “Seriously, you brought tears to my eyes [Name],” Jay said, pulling away to look at you. You giggled and brushed a lock of hair away from your eyes. You felt Jay’s dark eyes scaling your face before he did the unthinkable.

HE KISSED YOU!

Well, not like a real kiss.

You stood there completely frozen as Jay pecked your cheek lightly. You looked up at him as he looked down, looking as if he was about to apologize. But you didn’t let him. Because this time you did the unthinkable.

.

.

.

YOU KISSED HIM!

(And a real kiss this time) This time it was Jay’s turn to be flustered. Your soft lips enveloped his and you let out a soft sigh into his mouth. Jay got over it quicker than you did though and a soft growl escaped him before he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, giving him a chance to push his tongue into your mouth.

You smiled into the kiss as you ran your fingers through Jay’s hair, prompting a soft groan out of him. He pulled away first, panting heavily as his sharp nose nudged yours. “I’ve wanted to do that since forever,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. You giggled and said “I’ve wanted you to do that since forever, which is why I invited you here.” Jay blinked then chuckled letting his head fall back as his laugh grew louder. He grinned at you and whispered in your ear “Could've just told me sweetheart,” His warm breath fanned your ear, causing you to shudder.

You shared another sweet kiss before Sunghoon started cheering for you guys. You broke the kiss and looked on with wide eyes as Sunghoon, Heeseung and Jake were all cheering loudly while Giselle, Winter, Jungwon, Sunoo just gave you a thumbs up and made other supportive signals.

Oh my god you and Jay were done for.

“SIMP!” 

Just like old times, Sunghoon was abusing Jay physically and Jay was abusing Sunghoon verbally while Heeseung and Jake just watched on and laughed. The only thing that was different was the group of orchestra kids on the bleachers cheering them on.

Jay huffed as Sunghoon threw the ball way too far once more. “Fucking idiot,” he muttered but the angry look on his face melted into a smile when he saw where the ball landed. You caught the ball with your (surprisingly agile) cellist hands and threw it to him so he wouldn’t have to come here.

But he did anyway. He came and he kissed you and he brushed your hair out of your face and he told you how you were the most beautiful girl in the world and he caressed your cheeks and rubbed your noses together and-

And Sunghoon hit him with the ball again.

“YAHHHH!!!!”

#wondipity #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #jay x reader #jay fluff #enhypen scenarios #jay scenarios #jay enhypen #enhypen

[bobbin-buckley]

Wednesday Addams Headcanons

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and Smut (aged up!!)

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SFW

-When you both met Wednesday hated you she only disliked you because you were better than her at lots of things

-She didn’t actually really hate you she was just mad because she actually loved you

-All she would do is ignore you when she discovered these feelings. Enid told her that she should put on her big girl pants and ask you out

-Wednesday was always blaming you for this feeling, it wasn’t partially your fault I mean you’re so goddamn pretty

-She finally accepted this feeling and asked you out on a coffee date at WeatherVane. It went nicer than Wednesday expected, you exchanged numbers (you had to help her), gave her a kiss on the cheek and planned another date

-Sooner or later you asked Wednesday to be your girlfriend and how you really liked her

“The feeling’s mutual” she’d say

-After not even a few months of dating Wednesday was pretty protective of you

-If a guy were to flirt with you she’d give them a death glare causing them to flee

-You didn’t mind the Over-Protective-Wednesday-Addams it was honestly sweet that she cared for you so much, even if she wouldn’t show it physically

-Wednesday wasn’t much for physical touch, she was rather more for words. Eventually she adjusted to some touching like pinky holding, hugs, kisses on your knuckles, a kiss on her cheek or forehead

-some physical touch is always behind doors, Wednesday hates pda. The closes thing to pda you’ll get is her pinky holding under a table. It’s quite cute infact

-Wednesday was never for pet names but she’ll call you “Cara Mia” “Mi Amor” “Mon Tresor” “mea vita” in Spanish, French or Latin

-Enid tended to tease Wednesday about you, how she was so head over heels for you without even realizing it

-You guys eventually get a room if your own together

-Fencing matches, watching/listening to her play cello, hearing her type on her type writer, going to the raven with her, investigating together, she offers to grave dig with you and you actually enjoy it

-You’ll give her ideas for her writing and sometimes she’ll write them in

NSFW (Everyone is Aged up)

-More dom for sure, if you’d fight her over it she wouldn’t be slow thats for sure

-Honestly most times you guys have sex she prefers it vanilla, unless she’s feeling kinky and mad then roughness will come in

-Sex at night, never usually during the day because she’s worried Thornhill or Enid will walk in

-She’s moderately quiet there’ll be groans and whimpers from her, while as you…she wants to hear you scream but in the environment you’re in it won’t work out

-Enid almost walking in on you guys

-She’d definitely do knife play and pain play, she won’t be crazy about it like actually stab you. She doesn’t wanna hurt you too much. (So she’s still soft even during intimate)

-probably owns a strap, a black strap ina box under her bed (uses it once in a while)

-Will throw thing out of the room and will lock him in a drawer if he ever attempts to spy

-She really tries to pleasure you, she’s never done nor thought about having sex with someone (obviously this is aged up)

-She loves pleasuring you, even if she likes to make you hold your orgasm or pulls away before you cum but other than that she likes to please you well

-I’d say she is the type to do queening (face sitting) she loves having you sit on her face, like actually sit she likes the thrill of not being able to breath while tongue fucking you

-She is soft during sex, making sure your okay if she does something different or if she accidentally hurts you

“This okay?”

“Okay…I’m going to put it in Amor”

“Shit, are you alright?” “Wednesday Addams apologizing? No way” “shut up…but seriously”

-Whenever you’re top (rare) she wants you to be rough with her she loves pain. You are always unsure about it but she claims she’s fine

-Aftercare is a meh for her. She’ll make you a bath but you’re kinda on your own from there (depending on how you feel) like if she went rough and you’re super tired and can’t walk she’ll help you to the bathroom but otherwise ur good

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Where are my little gays at?

Sorry for a late upload I’ve been going through something and I broke up with my gf so it’s been hard for me to find motivation but I’m alive! I think?

Anyways, I’m starting something for Tara rn I think you guys will like it cause I love it

But have a good day/night! 😃

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday series #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega

[melrodrigo]

Lovesick - W.A.

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Wednesday are polar opposites. Do they really attract?

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Request from ages ago, I didn’t proofread this. Please excuse any mistakes. Happy reading! <3

Wednesday had a problem.

When Wednesday had first transferred to Nevermore, and gotten the infamous Enid welcome and introduction, she couldn't have cared less about you.

"That is Bianca Barklay, the closest thing to Nevermore royalty they'll ever be."

Then Enid pointed to a girl sitting next to Bianca, staring at the bubbles in the water fountain with intrigue.

"And that, is YN. She's the school heartthrob. It's just impossible to not love her, you'll see."

"She looks like a mushroom." Wednesday replied dryly, swiftly turning on her heel and heading back to her dorm.

"She's a sweetheart. Everyone likes her. You'll find out what I mean. I'm always right!" Enid shouted out, before quickly catching up and walking side by side with the goth.

Enid had warned that this would happen. God, how was Enid right?

Wednesday's frown only grew deeper as she thought back to the moments you've shared over the past year.

-

"Hey, you must be Wednesday right? New girl?"

All you got in return was a curt nod.

"Allllright, I get it, you don't wanna talk. Trust me I get it, I was so silent the first week here, some people thought I was mute!"

Silence.

You frown a bit but redirect your focus to the teacher emerging from the door.

-

"Enid I do not understand why I have to suffer not only with you, but her. I was content just sitting down in the dorm and practicing my cello."

The werewolf had recently gotten three free passes to Jericho, and decided to drag both you and Wednesday out for a cup of coffee.

"I hate to agree with her Enid, but I really have a lot of biology homework to do." You mused from behind, still sore from fencing class you had that day.

"Oh come on! It's good for you two to bond. My two besties, we're gonna be so cool together!" Enid makes an excited sound, "We should come up with a group name!"

When Wednesday quips back that she'd rather die in a long long torturous death (which she'd probably enjoy) instead of have a group name, you can't help but snort in agreement.

You shoot Wednesday a look, small smile playing on your lips.

-

Ever since that first day at Jericho, Enid had you guys connected by the hip. Unwillingly.

But as the days went on, Wednesday found out you weren't so bad.

She was particularly late to lunch today, catching up with updates on the hyde case.

In fact, she was debating skipping lunch all together. But as she glanced over to the pentagon, a hand shot up along with a shout.

"Wednesday! Over here!" You were waving your hand wildly, gesturing for her to walk over.

Wednesday bit back a sigh as she moved towards you, and to her surprise, there was one empty seat opposite of you, plate full, apple on the side.

"I got some lunch for you. Oh and a plain granola bar, I see you always like eating them." You tell her absentmindedly, munching on a sloppy joe.

Wednesday hesitates, before saying a quiet thank you.

"It's my pleasure Wends. So, how's the hyde case going?"

You both don't mention the fact you used a nickname to address her. She sighs, she supposed it was nice of you to get her lunch, so she tells you about the case.

"It's going well YN, I've just had a breakthrough......"

-

"Come on Wends, pleaseee? I really really really wanna go to The Weathervane."

You stare at Wednesday with your famous puppy eyes, and see Wednesday's glare soften just the slightest bit.

"I....suppose we can go in a few hours. After I've finished my writing hour, I have hyde business to do there anyway." She says, even though she'd already taken care of the issue already.

"Could you help me study for midterms? I do not understand anything for the life of me." You whine and throw the book back on her bed. Flopping onto the soft fabric dramatically.

"Bring it with you to the Weathervane." Wednesday says sharply, and returns back to her typewriter.

-

"Sucky Birthday to you Wednesday! Come, follow me." You squeal excitedly, reaching for the goth and pulling her by the wrist.

Physical touch has come sort of, natural to you with Wednesday. You were a naturally touchy person anyway, but when you were around Wednesday everything felt very...heightened.

Hm, I wonder what that is.

Wednesday was constantly complaining about your intense need to be touching her at all times, but she never actually pulled away when you did; and you're well aware she could if she wanted to.

"Where are we going?" She asks, tone somewhat annoyed.

You turn to her and smile; so bright Wednesday swears light shone through your teeth.

"Grave digging!"

Wednesday's eyebrows twitches in amusement, a small but noticeable movement. You've become sort of professional in her mannerisms over the past few months.

"I knew you'd like it. Come on." You say, practically sprinting to your destination. It's not a smart move, and you stumble over your own feet; arms still connected with Wednesday's.

You fall flat on your back into the soft grass, Wednesday on top of you.

She looks so good, the moonlight shining on her face. You steal a glance at her lips.

She's staring at you with wide eyes, arms on both sides of your face. Her braids frame your head a little.

She coughs awkwardly, then gets up and looks the other way.

You follow suit, trying to calm down your racing heart.

"Ooookay. Let's- let's get grave digging now." You say finally, watch as Wednesday walks toward you but avoids your eye.

She's grateful it's dark out, or else you would've seen the red coating her ears. And when you reach for her wrist she pulls back, afraid you'll be able to feel her racing heart.

-

It's parent's day. The long awaited dreadful day where Wednesday has to talk to her parents.

They'll be able to tell right away, she has no doubt. She's lovesick.

They’d see right through her. They're like magic love wizards in that way.

"You ready Wends?" You muse from behind her, take her hand in yours. You were currently situated in her dorm room, the two of you alone; waiting for your parents to come.

"No." She replies, but not in a sarcastic or dry way. She sounds kind of...scared.

You poke her cheek and watch as she tries and swat your hand away.

"You look a little on edge." You observe, staring at the hairs on the back of her neck.

She's a little afraid if she tells you why she's nervous for this specific meeting she'll let it slip that she might've accidentally caught feelings for you.

Ugh. Feelings.

It's come to the point where she can actually say she has feelings for you. It’s pathetic, and quite frankly sickening.

"I'm fine. Let's just get this over with." She grumbles, and bursts through the door; leaving you standing dumbly in her room.

"Wednesday, darling how have you been?" Her mother drawls, smile on her lips as she speaks.

"I've been good mother. Apart from the gigantic monster that's trying to kill me. Actually, I think I'm having lots of fun." Wednesday says, looking over her moms shoulder to spy on you.

Just a little bit.

You look lively, and happy. It makes her feel weird in her tummy.

"My little storm cloud, what are you looking at?" Her father asks, watching Wednesday with keen eyes. It wouldn't be obvious to anyone else, but Addams were very observatrice people, and he could tell straight away when Wednesday has lost focus.

He follows his daughters gaze to a certain werewolf. He has to blink one more time to make sure he's not seeing things.

“Oh," He smiles, soft. "I see what's going on."

Wednesday turns sharply, face impassive.

"You don't see anything." She says hotly. Too fast for her normal speech.

Her mom smirks, catching on quick.

"Oh sweetie, we think it's cute. Our little storm cloud is in love." They coo, leaning forward to whisper with Wednesday.

The black hair girl scoffs, and folds her arms in front of her chest.

"I am not in love. I do not know what you are talking about." She replies.

"Sure you don't." Pugley adds, peeping in between his parents.

Wednesday suddenly feels hot underneath their gaze. She gets up abruptly, tilts her face up in hopes for some high ground.

"You all annoy me. This is why I don't write to you." She says before turning on her heel and heading over to you.

You stare at her with curious eyes as she walks toward you. Stops in front of you, hands stiff like a soldier.

"Hey? Whatcha doing?" You ask, pat the seat next to you. She ignores the feeling of something fluttering in her stomach when you accidentally touch fingertips.

"I would like to stay here with you. If you do not mind. My parents are being...unreasonable." She says, picking her words carefully.

You chuckle, smile softly.

"Of course you can stay here Wednesday. Come, come meet my family."

Wednesday’s heart almost jumps out her chest. She's really not one to be scared easily, but this was easily one of the most intense moments of her life.

She usually didn't care if anyone didn't like her, but there was an underlying nagging feeling that told her this was important. Your family was an essential part of you, and if she wanted to win you over; she had to win over your family too.

"I can't wait."

#tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x you

[sebsgirl71479]

I'm with you

Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized Reader

Warnings: none just absolute fluff.

AN/: I had a dream the other night, and this is the result of it. Most of my dreams consist of some kind of music. The song that this story follows is one of my all-time favorites. Hope you enjoy it purely self-indulgent as you will read. Typed on my phone, so sorry for any mistakes. The picture above is courtesy of nix on Instagram. I'm dedicating this to @christycurlswrites @povlvr

Bucky barnes was a man who loved music. Listened to it whenever he had free time. It was a way of escapism from the life he used to have. Lately, he has had a melody in his head that he can't seem to figure out. It sounds like a song from this time, but not now. So when he goes to the bar that is down the block from his apartment, spends about a good 30 mins going through the jukebox playing songs, hoping he will find it.

Y/N loved music as well. She thinks every type of emotion can be traced to music. Y/N grew up around music, with siblings and parents who constantly had it playing. Weather in their own rooms or out in the backyard while gardening or cooking on the grill. One day, she was fliting around her Brooklyn apartment, putting a few books that she had bought away. When suddenly she had the urge to hum a melody. She sort of recognized the tune, but she kept singing it anyway.

After tidying up her apartment y/n decided to head to her local bar and have a drink or two and talk with the sweet lady that tended the bar sometimes. Making sure she looked presentable y/n grabbed her leather jacket and headed out into the early autumn night.

Tonight was just another night for bucky. After having a quick debrief with Sam and going home to shower and refresh, he headed to his regular bar for another night of figuring out this song in his head. So far, it's been 2 weeks since he started this search. He didn't mind it so much. The bar was good, and the older lady bartender sometimes tried flirting with him, but she only did it because her husband got a kick out of it.

You were sitting at the bar nursing your drink and losing yourself in the music that was being played on the jukebox near you. You look up and a very handsome brunette walks up to the bar top and greets Eleanor, your sweet bartender lady. He orders a beer and goes over to the jukebox and starts entering money and pressing a fee buttons for several songs. You think to yourself 'hm this guy must like music as much as I do.' He heads back over to the middle of the bar where he left beer and sits back and waits for a new song to play.

"Pist Eleanor, who is that man?"

"Oh honey, that's James. Such a sweet but quiet man. I think he loves music more than you dear."

"Oh, I doubt that, but it is nice to know a fellow music lover."

"He's been coming her for a while now, but lately, he said he's had a tune in his head where he can't figure out what the song is. So he comes here plays the jukebox for a bit, hoping he will find the song."

"Well, I hope he finds it. I've had a song in my head all day today, and I'm trying to remember it."

As soon as your conversation ends, you hear a familiar cello playing the beginning of one of your favorite songs. So you start to sing along with it.

Bucky is on his 2nd beer when that same melody he has been humming finally comes through the speakers. When the chorus starts, he hears the woman to his left start singing at the same time. She has the most beautiful voice and even more beautiful face. He can't stop staring at her and Eleanor can see this.

"James, I see you staring. Why do you go and ask her to dance? It's a beautiful song."

"Eleanor, this is the song that's been stuck in my head. When I finally hear it, this woman is singing it as well. Who is she, she's beautiful? "

"That's y/n, she's a music lover like yourself. Go, ask her to dance."

Bucky takes another sip of his beer and finds the courage to walk up to you. As he walks up to her, she gets more beautiful.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you, but you have a beautiful voice. I know this is strange but would you like to dance with me?"

You look up at the brunette and can't stop staring at his stunning blur eyes. Something in you is compelling you to agree.

"This is one of my favorite songs. I would love to."

You take his hand, and he leads you a bit away from the bar. He brings his right arm around your waist while you hold his left hand to the side. You both can stop staring at the other. So entranced with each other.

"My name is James, but you can call me Bucky. What's your name?"

"I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you Bucky."

"I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you Bucky."

After a few moments, you let go of his left hand and bring it up to the back of his neck. While he holds you closer by the waist. Still staring each other in the eyes.

"They remind me us, don't you think henry?"

"Yes, they do, darling. I hope these two have what we have."

Henry gives his wife a kiss on the forehead has they continue to watch the two of you dance.

The two of you are in your own world while dancing, the outside world doesn't exist.

"I've had this songs melody in my head for the past few weeks, and I never knew what it was until tonight. Then you started to sing along with it, and I feel like I was meant to meet you because of this song."

"I loved this song when I was younger and have always loved singing it."

"I know we just met y/n, but I feel this pull towards you that I've never felt before."

"I feel it too."

"I want to kiss you so bad."

"Then what's stopping you? "

Bucky leans down and captures your lips in a delicate, sweet kiss. His lips are so soft, and you can taste the bit a beer on his tongue and mint as well. You both feel like you need this is like oxygen to live. You both pull away after a few minutes and press your foreheads together.

"You know, it's not too late. Want to grab some dinner at the diner down the street? They make a great apple pie."

"I'd love dinner. Anything to stay in your presence."

You take each other's hand and walk back towards the bar to close out your tabs.

"Don't worry about your bill kids, its on us. Go have fun."

Eleanor and Henry can't keep the smiles off their faces. Bucky walks over to your seat and grabs your jacket, and helps you into it.

As the two of you walk towards the door, you hear Henry shout back to you.

"Don't forget to invite us to the wedding!"

And with that, you and bucky head onto the streets of Brooklyn. Hopefully, it will be towards a lifetime of love, dancing, and music.

#bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #spotify #Spotify

[shallyouobeyme]

Drip

Yandere!Wednesday Addams x reader (GN)

Summary: When Nevermore Academy wants to improve their relationship with Jericho high school and Wednesday, you and the other students go out to spent time with the Jericho High students, Wednesday doesn’t seem too happy when one of the normies shoots his hot with you…

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Murder, Blood, Yandere content, dark content, icky guy, I do not condone this, this is fiction

Day 7 of my Yandere Writetober, tomorrows word is Toad so any ideas are appreciated

When Headmistress Weems announced the cooperation with Jericho high school, everyone was a bit wary. It wasn’t a secret that the locals - the normies - weren’t the biggest fans of Nevermore’s students, so they figured that tensions would arrive. Still, most of the students were kind of excited, after all the cooperation meant a day out in the town in groups that are matched to groups from the Jericho high school, along with a play staged by the Jericho high Theater club.

You were actually kind of happy about the event, you understood the distaste normies had for you and your friends - after all, before you figured out that you weren’t like the regular people you grew up with, you had also thought vampires, sirens, werewolf’s and the such were monsters from fiction and nothing more.

Wednesday did not share your enthusiasm, it was no secret that she wasn’t a big fan of people in general, much less normal people, but for some reason she was even more annoyed than usual by this happening.

Enid - obviously - was just super excited to go into Jericho, be able to hang out with her friends (the normies that would be coming along were a necessary evil), and watch a play - everything was better than school. It was quickly decided that Wednesday, Enid, you and Xavier would form a group - Wednesday had insisted on Xavier being in your group and you had no issue with that, since Xavier was like a brother to you, actually he was kind of your brother since his father had taken you in as a child after you had found out about your true nature and your family had cast you out.

As the day of the trip to Jericho approached, Wednesday became even more grumpy than usual, and a lot more clingy. For some reason Wednesday had ought you the person that she allowed physical contact with, even before you had entered a relationship, - often even being the one to initiate it - much to the chagrin of Enid who’d just love to cuddle with her best friend (it didn’t help that Wednesday always pulled you aware from her when Enid tried to cuddle with you instead). Now almost every free second Wednesday was by your side, while she was having her writing time she insisted you stay in her room and usually lent you the thing to entertain you, but now she insisted you sit beside her and do something quiet while she writes. When she was playing cello, you had to be there to listen and when you were sharing a class, you sometimes found her hand holding yours under the desk.

You had no complaints about that though, Wednesday was your girlfriend after all, but still you wondered what was happening in her head to make her so annoyed.

When the trip finally happened, your group was assigned that of three local Jericho cheerleaders and a guy who was very disinterested in the whole thing. The eight of you left in a random direction, no one being very talkative and the air filled with tension. Enid tried to make conversation with the cheerleaders, but they just gave one word answers and rolled their eyes. You wanted to help her out, but you were basically surrounded from both sides, Wednesday on your right, sending death glares to everyone who dared look at you, and Xavier on your left, his arm protectively around you trying to hold a nice conversation with you.

Once you were a good distance away from the teachers, the cheerleaders nodded to each other and then stopped walking.

“So, yeah, we’re off, we’ll just meet again here before we have to go to that stupid play, okay? Good,” one of them said, not waiting for an answer, and then all three of them took off into the direction of a few stores, leaving you there slightly dumbfounded.

The guy who was part of the local group also turned to you, seemingly seeing you for the first time as he looked you up and down, his gaze turning somewhat hungry, like a starving man seeing his next meal. He was somewhat tall, but not taller than Xavier, his brown hair gelled back and his brown eyes cold when looking at the other members of your group, but what you really noticed was the scarf he was wearing, which had an interesting cow print in black and light blue. Usually you’d have been able to admit that he was relatively good looking - not your type, but definitely aesthetically pleasing - but something about the way he looked at you and the others made him seem entirely appalling in your eyes.

“Well, I’ll be off as well, but you pretty lady-“ he stepped closer to you, and you could feel the murderous energy around you, but neither Wednesday, nor Xavier did anything (yet), “-could come with me if you like. How about you show me just how freaky you Nevermore girls can get?”

“No, thank you, I’m not interested,” you sighed, now definitely also annoyed, and rolled your eyes. The guy shrugged and then turned around to leave.

With just the four of you left you all decided to go head to the cafe to enjoy some quality time without anyone else, but halfway there, Wednesday claimed that she needed to check something for an ongoing investigation and before you could ask which investigation since you hadn’t heard about any murders or similar recently, she was off, leaving the thing with you. The friendly hand happily sitting on your shoulder, mostly hidden by your scarf (given to you by Enid).

After a while of enjoying some hot drinks in the cafe, the three of you who were left over decided to go through some shops to see if you could find anything interesting and before you knew it, the time you had more or less agreed to meet with the cheerleaders with arrived and you waited for them at the spot they had left you at.

It only took five minutes for them to show up, but there still was no trace of the guy and Wednesday. You waited and waited, but when there was barely any time left to get back to their High school the cheerleaders suggested leaving and just hoping that the other two had already gone to the school. Slightly worried for Wednesday you agreed, believing in your hope that Wednesday was too sharp and honestly too petty to let anything happen to her.

You arrived at the assembly hall and sat down in your assigned seat, the one on your right still empty, and listened to the headmaster of Jericho high and headmistress Weems go on about how important the friendship between the two schools was, etc. etc. etc. It was honestly very boring so you were very happy when suddenly the seat on your right was filled and the thing climbed down your arm and towards Wednesday who was already grabbing your hand. You smiled at her, making a note of it to ask her where she had been later, and sent her a small air-kiss, when you noticed some red lint - probably from the red chairs you were sitting on - stuck to her collar, but before you could reach out to swipe it away, a scream echoed through the hall. Then more followed. Immediately you looked forward to where the play was about to start where the backdrop of the play had been started to be wheeled down, only to reveal a body hanging from the plastic tree, blood dripping from his opened neck, his opened wrists and who knows where else, slowly joining a puddle on the ground that had been hidden by the curtains before.

Panic started to rise, but the only thing you could focus on was the scarf still hanging around the victims neck. Black and light blue cow print. It was the guy, the guy who had hit on you. He was…dead.

For a second you were completely frozen, but then something compelled you to look to your side, more specifically at Wednesday’s collar. You had thought the red against the white was lint, but now you knew better. That was blood. Your eyes wandered from her neck to her face and there you found a satisfied smirk dancing on her lips.

A cold shiver went down your spine, your hand starting to sweat, but Wednesday didn’t let you let go, instead she grabbed you even tighter as she smiled at you.

She wouldn’t let anyone take what was hers after all…

#yandere #writetober #x reader #dark content #tw: yandere #romantic yandere #wednsday addams #wednesday #the addams family #yandere the Addams family #yandere!wednesday #yandere!addams #wednesday x reader #yandere wednesday x reader #tw: murder #tw: blood #dark!wednesday #Enid #xavier thorpe

[tv-girllover07]

Something metal🥁

Kevin schlieb x fem!reader

Movie: metal lords

Part 8

Green italic= Kevin narrating

Blue italic= there thoughts

Scene skip ⏭️

I know Hunter’s going to be mad it’s all I thought about as I drive to his house, I felt bad for leaving Y/n after we just spent the last hour and a half together but she said it was okay and she understood an that we can talk later.

Walking downstairs into Hunter’s basement I hear him playing his solo, I spoke loudly over the music out of breathe “I know, I know” Hunter stops playing “We said 6:15. It is now 8:00.” Hunter said clearly pissed “Well, something came up” I said a little cheekily and smiled “What? What came up?” I look at him breathing heavily, I didn’t really want to tell him that Y/n and I slept together cause I knew that if I didn’t he would be even more pissed “Nothing” I told him “I thought it was something. You said it was something” he started o question me, I look at him

“Well, I was wrong. It was nothing” “I can imagine something being more important than a band practice. Actually, I can’t. But I definitely can’t see how nothing could be more important, Kevin.” Y/n is, I pick up my drum sticks and I think he getting sceptical so I hesitate “Well, nothing is more important. Or nothing isn’t more important. What I mean--“ “I don’t need Abbott and Costello from you, okay? I need a drummer. A real drummer. Metal is commitment, Kevin. It’s dedication, sacrifice, mortification of the flesh and all that shit. It’s serious. And if you’re not gonna be, if you’ll be all “girls with cello, showing up whatever I feel like it,” then this isn’t gonna work. And we won’t win the Battle of the Bands, and then you’re gonna be a loser for the rest of your life.” I stare blankly at him after what he just said I clench my jaw, I stares back at me before turning around and continues playing his guitar, I give him a sarcastic smile and grab my stuff and head up the stairs.

Scene skip ⏭️

I’m in the practice room at the school the next day with Y/n as has her headphones working on practicing her cello. As I have my headphones in playing counting one, two, three, four over and over again, I start playing aggressively think about what happened last night with Hunter. I don’t see Clay walk in

“Hey. Hey! Hey!” I stopped playing as I finally hear Clay shouting after playing aggressively I start panting “Oh. Hey” moving my hair out of my face “Hi.” Y/n stops playing, looking up as well, then looking at me too then Clay wondering what he was doing here “Where did you guys learn how to play?” He asked the both of us “Uh…I don’t know” “Since I was little” Y/n and I said at the same time then we chuckle

“My friend gave me these songs, and I practiced them. I not, you know, a real drummer or anything.” I said still out of breath, Clay and Y/n both turn their heads at me “Are you fucking high? That was intense.” he said with enthusiasm “Yeah, Kev that was awesome” Y/n said in the same tone “Yeah?” I asked

“Have you two got a minute?” Clay looked back and forth between the two of us Y/n and I look at each other then we nod our heads going into the cafeteria, Y/n and I sharing the headphones listening to Shape Of You, tapping my fingers against my leg to the beat of the song with the rest of Clay’s band standing around us. We take out the headphones, look at Clay and his friends “Are they all like this? Just pretty much the same beat all the way through?” I asked

“Yeah” “Pretty much” they agreed “Please Kevin, Y/n, I promised my sister, and she’s so psyched to have us play. But Ray’s not getting out of rehab for another month, and weee tired of playing with a waste drummer.” “Yeah, man” “Fuck that dummy” Clay’s friends added “We would like to, but it’s like I said, I’m in this band with Hunter, and Battle of the Bands is really important to him. And Y/n kinda does her does own thing” I stated

“Lots of guys are in two bands” one of the guys said “Eric Clapton was in, like, 60 bands.” The other one said “And I heard you two play, man. You could learn our songs in ten minutes” Y/n and I smile slightly “Don’t even worry about the Battle of the Bands for now, just my sisters wedding.” I sighed “Let us think about it.” And nod my head “I feel you. But the weddings this weekend, so don’t think too long.”

Scene skip ⏭️

Y/n’s POV

Kevin and I want back to my house, Kevin told me about last night with Hunter. Kevin walks around my room looking at all my little knickknacks before we sit on my bed, I take Kevin’s glasses off starting a starring contest after a couple of minutes of starring in Kevin hazel eyes I smile and tilt my head Kevin’s eyes start to water and he blinks, “Fuck” he whispered “You blinked” I laugh at him

“I blunk” “You blunk” I said with my accent we start laughing “Three out of five?” I asked him still looking him in the eyes “I’m pretty sure you’re better at staring than me” Kevin’s puts his glasses back on “Mm-hmm” i hummed and pecked his cheek, I see Kevin looking behind me and I turn to look as well, I see him looking at my meds on my nightstand “Those your meds?” He asked lowly

“Mm-hmm. My happy pills.” I flick them over not wanting to see them anymore they clatter to the ground and chuckle “Don’t you need more?” He asked me seriously “Mm-mm” i shake my head no and a idea comes to mind, I lay down on my bed

“Lay on top of me” he looks at me, rises his eyebrows before chuckling, I adjust my legs so he can lay in between them, I have my arm close to my chest. He lays on top of me face to face, careful not to crush me, he leans in trying to kiss me but I squeak “Not yet.” He nods his head ever so slightly I hold his hand close to mine “Let’s just, um, lie like this. I like it. Makes me feel…smooshed” I play with the collar of his shirt “On the field when I saw you…“

“Yeah.” I whispered “Did it feel…good to throw stuff and yell at people?” I look up at the ceiling embarrassed then back at him “No. Feels good to not want to throw stuff and yell at people” I look at him, he looks at my lips then my eyes “Your my happy pill” I look into his eyes. I kiss him and he smiles and then I wrap my legs around his waist and arms around his neck pulling him in a big bear hug resting his head in my chest and then he pulls his head up and starts kissing all over my face.

#jaeden martell x reader #kevin schlieb #kevin schlieb smut #kevin schlieb x reader #smut #jaeden martell #jaeden martell smut #metal lords

[artzychic27]

I just feel like blurting stuff

So, another au by yours truly. Nath used to compete in pageants and won many of them

He first started competing when he was six, just for fun

He got his hair styled a bit, his mom found a few nice outfits, and they didn’t expect too much… But then Nath ended up winning, so his mom signed him up a second time since it seemed like he enjoyed himself. Plus, she’s putting that money towards school, so… Yeah

Alix is the only non family member who knows about the pageants and refuses to let him live it down. But in private since he doesn’t want everyone at school knowing

He keeps his life as a Pageant King under wraps by going about his school life as his “shy artist” self and then wowing the judges with his amazing talent on the piano, cello, violin, harp, flute, and acoustic guitar (Evillustrator confirmed Nathaniel is good at music)

By the time he turned ten, he’s already won forty five pageants

With his victories comes a few people under the guise of managers trying to mooch off of his success, but Aya keeps them at an arm’s length. The pageants are quite enough and she doesn’t want her son’s face plastered on every ad

There are a few photos in a couple of magazines, but that’s just to recap the pageant, any celebrities who attended, and announce the winner

To balance school work and practice, Aya’s sister, Laney, home schools him when it’s pageant season, and her brother, Lance, helps him practice for the talent portion

The teachers know about him competing in pageants and slip him a few high fives when he returns to school after winning

His secret nearly gets out a couple of times when the class questions him about his hairstyle and why he’s gone for a few days during the school year, but he’s got a few excuses prepared thanks to Alix

Marinette: Why does your hair look so nice?

Nathaniel: Oh, so the class introvert isn’t allowed to look presentable once in a while?

—

Nino: Since when are you so good at the piano?

Nathaniel: Well, maybe if you paid attention, you’d know I have skills besides drawing.

Now he’s fifteen, won 97 pageants, and is ready for number 98

Also, his classmates have had enough. They went to know what he’s been up to for the past few years, becuase he’s definitely not telling them any time soon

They’ve tried going to Alix, but she’s remained tight lipped and won’t give into bribery

Everything eventually comes to light when Adrien’s been selected as a celebrity judge for the Adolescent M. Paris Pageant

Adrien invites the class along, barring Alix since she’s out of town visiting family and had no idea what they’re doing. They’re just walking around and venue, meeting some of the competitors who all look nervous for some reason because of who’s here

Alya: Wait, who?

Competitor 1: Only the actual threat here! Have you all been living under a rock?!

Competitor 2: I hear he’s playing the cello for this one, and he got his suit custom made from Milan. There’s real diamonds on it!

Competitor 1: That’s nothing. I heard he went to a private dentist to have his teeth whitened so much that the shade of white can’t be found on any color swatches.

Competitor 3: And he got his lips tinted.

Kim: Can we have a name, or-

Competitor 3: No! We do not summon him! I’ll be damned if that little weasel steals my crown again! Where the hell is my bronzer?!

Now the Akuma Class is intrigued, just who is this threat that has every guy on edge? Before they can ask around for a name, the competitors are all called to the stage, so they take their seats

And there on the stage, they find Nathaniel in the lineup

At first, they think, “Oh, he wants to come out of his shell and compete. He couldn’t have picked a worse time. He won’t stand a chance against whoever everyone is so threatened by. We should comfort him when this is over.”

To their surprise, Nathaniel acts as if he’s been doing this for years, walking with perfect posture and speaking clearly during the Q&A portion

During the intermission, they head backstage to get some answers

Nathaniel: I don’t know, because it’s kind of embarrassing. I just do it so my mom can put the prize money toward school. And did it really take you guys ten years to figure it out?

Akuma Class: …

Nathaniel: Right. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta get my cello.

Chloé: Wait! You’re the threat?!

Nathaniel: If that’s what everyone’s been calling me, then yeah. Look, I’m on about ten minutes, so I suggest heading back to your seats.

He only amazes them even more when he plays Paint It Black on his beautiful red cello

They’re not even shocked when he wins. Of course, one or two people take pictures to send to a mass group text, so Nathaniel had something to look forward to at school

He’s mobbed by guys asking for his number, popular kids inviting him to sit with them at lunch, and girls asking who does his hair, but he’s having none of that

They wanted nothing to do with him until it turned out he’s been in magazines and looks attractive without his dark clothes, so he wants nothing to do with them

He gives a few practiced responses to his friends congratulating him on winning and turns down Adrien’s Gabriel’s offer to model for the brand, and Marinette’s offer to model some of her clothes for her website

In his words, “My body’s not for sale.”

That doesn’t stop a familiar limo from pulling up to him

Gabriel: M. Kurtzberg-

Nathaniel: I NEED AN ADULT!

Gabriel saw the pageant from the comfort of home as a scout for the winner, and is now trying to get Nathaniel to model for his brand. He’s got a better chance than Bob Roth, that’s for sure. At least Nathaniel makes eye contact with him

Anyway, guys are still trying to pick Nathaniel up, and it’s getting really annoying, so he hides out in the basement during lunch hour where he meets Marc Anciel and prepares for shallow compliments

He just offers him an apple

Nathaniel: You’re not gonna try to flirt with me?

Marc: Well, someone’s full of himself.

Nathaniel: What? No, it’s just, every time I turn a corner, some guy is asking me out with roses and talking about how hot I look just because I won a pageant.

Marc: That was you? Wow, you are… Not what I was expecting. I was expecting a better haircut and designer clothes.

Nathaniel: Hey!… Thanks for treating me like a human.

Marc: No problem. Congrats, I guess? What is this, your fifth win?

Nathaniel: Ninety-eighth.

Marc: … You like AO3?

Marc and Nathaniel start spending a lot of time together, which gets some people’s attention, and they suspect he’s a gold digger, but Nathaniel shuts that down quickly and calls certain people hypocrites

Marc even introduces him to his classmates who aren’t completely starstruck by a 98-time pageant winner. They ask a few questions, but he doesn’t mind answering

One time, Juleka invites Nathaniel to the Liberty, because according to her, Luka wants to see up close how good he is at the violin. It leads to a competition where Juleka swears she saw smoke rising because of how fast they were playing

Anyway, it’s not long before Marc and Nathaniel start dating after Marc gets him to safety from some guy who refused to take a hint when Nathaniel said no to a date with him

That’s it

#SoundCloud #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #pageant king au #marc x nathaniel #mlb au #felt like blurting this #random post #akuma class

[ghost-whump]

sorry for the long wait, guys!! i make up for it with some oc content perhaps????

Eventually! (Part One)

CW: pet death mention, stalking, home intrusion, kidnapping, chloroform, (let me know if I missed anything!)

As a highly paranoid individual, Ezra is prone to assuming the worst in just about every situation. A car takes the same turn he does? He’s being stalked. A friend doesn’t respond to a text? They’ve been murdered. His house smells more like gas than usual? He left the stove on, poisoned his cat, and will forever be known as the feline-murdering klutz who also happened to play music. He will admit, some fears are more outlandish than others, but that is entirely besides the point. After all, Xanax is real for a reason. 

So when his living room light is on when he comes home, he dismisses it quickly. It’s late, nearly midnight, when he finally makes it to his house, cello case over his shoulder. It’s too big to take the bus, so he’d had to shed some of his busking money to get an Uber. Not ideal, but a necessary expense. It takes him some fumbling to get out his keys, but eventually lugs both himself and the behemoth of an instrument in the door. 

“Mew!”

A gray, furry lump comes bounding towards him, weaving in and out of his legs. 

“Hey, Noodles, buddy.” Ezra crouches down, running his hand through the cat’s raised fur. She stays near him, ears pressed back, facing the kitchen. He peers through the dark doorway, “What’s the matter?” 

Of course, Noodles can’t answer him, but she does allow Ezra to pick her up, hooking her claws into his shirt. Her sharp, yellow gaze is fixed on the kitchen, only raising Ezra’s alarm. He takes a step closer to the room, the floorboards creaking beneath his feet. If this creepy, horror-movie scenario didn’t let up soon, Ezra might actually die of terror. Noodles jumps from his arms as he approaches, skittering into another room. Fantastic. 

Before going in, at least he has the foresight to dig his keys (and attached pepper spray) from his front pocket. Wielding the plastic weapon, Ezra suppresses a small, nervous laugh at the situation. Did he even have a reason to be so nervous? Just because his cat’s acting weird and he left a light on earlier? 

Floorboards creak ominously when he breaches the dark room, only adding to the unsettling atmosphere. Feeling along the wall for the light, Ezra holds his breath. 

“Please don’t turn on the light!”

Ezra freezes. “What…?”

“Oh, jeez, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go!” Whoever was in his house mutters, and Ezra hears them start to walk around on the tile floor. “God – God, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get home till later, so – so I wasn’t ready yet.”

“...What the fuck?” Is the only thing Ezra can say, the only thing he can think. “W-Who are you?”

The footsteps grow closer, but he still can’t move. The intruder sighs, “Look, I’m really sorry about this. I didn’t want – I didn’t mean for this to happen. Christ, I’m sorry.”

“The fuck are you–Mmf!” Suddenly, a cloth, damp with a putrid chemical is on his face. He drops the pepper spray, his keys clattering on the floor. His attacker moves quickly, shoving Ezra into the wall. No amount of struggling, of beating on the assailant’s chest, does anything. His movements feel weak, muscles relaxing as the cloth presses harder over his nose. A moment passes where consciousness floats away, and before he even realizes it, his arms are limp. Legs giving way, Ezra’s eyelids begin to droop.

“Shh, it’s okay,” The attacker coos, in a crude mockery of sympathy. “It’s okay, Ezzy, I’ve got you. Just go to sleep, baby, it’s alright.” Continued murmurings of sweet nothings echo around Ezra’s skull, until there’s nothing left. The darkness somehow grows darker, until Ezra can’t tell if his eyes are open or closed. The long seconds turn into quick bursts of awareness, slowly spacing themselves further and further. 

Ezra tries to fight back, or at least, he thinks he does. It’s a little hard to tell, and he’s really tired. 

Maybe if he just drifted off for a moment, he’d have some strength to fight later. 

Just a little nap.

“That’s good, just close your eyes, baby,” Gentle fingers brush his hair, “I’ll take good care of you.”

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#my stuff #Eventually! #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #kidnapping whump #stalking whump #whump tropes

[writerswho]

Title: Overhearing a Flower Song.

Words: 2655.

Ratings: General Audiences.

Relationships: Enid/Wednesday.

Summary:

Enid overhears a tender cello melody coming from inside an abandoned school building. She later hears Wednesday, an unpopular girl with a rough demeanour, humming the tune as she passes her in the hall at school.

Preview:

In our school, there is an old building that can no longer be used and has become a storage space.

After school, the beautification committee cleans up the area around it. Since it feels weird with so few people around, nobody likes to be the one on duty.

During these past few days, I have been on duty. There’s been the sound of a cello coming from that old school building where we’ve been barred entry…

I looked in the nearby rooms but never saw anyone. Occasionally I ponder the possibility that whoever it is, is in one of the rooms further inside the building.

I don't recognize the tune, but it is a gentle and soft tune.

From listening to it so much every day, I have it engraved in my memory.

One afternoon, walking through the corridors, I heard someone murmuring the melody that kept playing in my head.

“Do you know the person who just walked by us?” I asked Yoko.

“Huh? You mean Addams?”

“Can she play the cello?”

“I’ve never heard about that…” Yoko said. “Since her face and demeanour are very intimidating, no one likes to be around her much.”

“Oh…”

“To a serious class president type like you, she’s nobody.”

Yoko commented something about me being more compatible with her, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy wondering if maybe I had made a mistake and Addams wasn't really humming the tune.

The tune coming from the old school building is so very soft and gentle. It’s as if I could see the fingers creating the melody. As if I could see the flow of the music.

One quiet morning, while we were walking through the school grounds, Yoko pointed to trees that were already blooming.

My eyes, however, were elsewhere, for lying at the base of the trees was a cello. I was intrigued, wondering how the instrument had ended up there. Thinking if maybe it was the same cello as the person who plays in the old school building.

Later that morning, walking through the halls, I heard a commotion.

Addams was arguing with some third-year boys.

“Did you see it?” She asked exalted. “I put it in that hallway. Did you guys see it?”

“Your cello? I didn’t notice one…” said one of the guys.

“If it's so important, you shouldn't leave it lying around, Addams,” said the other.

“Shut up!” She cried out, visually affected by the loss of the cello.

She ran past me and I remembered Yoko's words.

“Because her face and demeanour are very intimidating, no one likes to be around her.”

But, if it’s something important to her…

“Addams!” I caught myself calling.

“What?” She turned to me annoyed, her gaze as threatening as her tone of voice. I understood what Yoko meant about her being intimidating and felt the words get stuck in my throat, but I wasn't going to give up.

“I… I saw a cello under the cherry trees in the west hall…”

Her expression softened and she thanked me before running off.

I followed her to the cherry trees and found her with her violoncello in hand. Without a bow or anything, she played a note that made a soft, delicate sound. Something in me changed at that moment.

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[atinytinaa]

The Lonely Hearts Club

Are you lonely too?

Pairing: Punk!Wooyoung X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Battle of the bands, Slow burn

Warnings: red head wooyoung, mean wooyoung, swear words. Mention of ice cream.

Please tell me if I'm missing something

a/n: Please like and reblog, Feedback is highly appreciated, Thank you for reading :)

(Has not been proof read)

Track Two: Graveyard

You shook your head and sighed.

"you've got to be kidding me?" You questioned. Sana stood next to you. Big smile on her face, she just nodded at you.

"Battle of the bands. Someone has to beat We the kings this year" She stated, sipping at her milk shake, as she walked away from where you were observing the poster.

You scoffed. Following behind her.

"Right, and it's going to be me and this imaginary band"

She whipped around, making you bump into her.

"not just any band y/n '' she raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk playing on her face. "The band of the century".

"look i know you've had this fantasy of being in a band bu-"

You looked around and observed the stores in front of you as people came in and out.

"What do we need at the music store?" You questioned

"Song Mingi"

"Song Mingi? The nerd?" You said, shocked at the quiet boy she's suggesting

"The same Mingi that projectile vomited in front of everyone in 6th grade?"

Peeking from behind the guitars, staring at said boy as he helped a family buy a piano for their child.

"Yes, dear cousin, Song Mingi, the same one who graffitied on the teachers car for senior day"

You gasped, not believing a word that came out of her mouth.

"You mean fix on?"

She nodded.

"Trust me he's your guy, straight A's, strict korean parents have made him play cello since he was five years old, he's basically a prodigy" she threw her arm around you, her body weight against yours "but it wasn't till he heard John Entwistle from The Who play his solo on My generation did he change his mind and started to play bass behind there back"

You stared at her a bit creeped out at how she knew all this information.

"If his parents found out they'd probably kill him" Sana said, turning towards you.

"Now, how do you plan to get him into the band?"

"Me?" you Shouted a little too loud, making the girl shush you.

"Yes. You. Who else?"

You gaped at her like a goldfish out of water.

"This was your idea not mine"

"Yes but it's your band"

"My band? you were the one who suggested -"

Your fight was broken by a deep voice coughing, making you both look at him comically.

"Can I help you ladies?" Questioned the Tall boy.

"Well that didn't go so bad,did it?"

You glared at the girl from her seat across from yours. thinking back on the fool you made yourself in front of Mingi 

"He probably thinks i'm a freak"

"I don't think he minds, he's pretty cute, have i dated him before?"

You were too lost in your thoughts to respond to her, as she scrolled her phone, probably looking for the next member.

Having a bassist meant having a guitarist and that meant having a drummer as well.

You Gasped snapping up with a big smile on your face.

"We need to go to wendys!"

"Why are we at Wendys?" Sana questioned.

The sun had set, making the night chilly, as you both stared up at the neon sign of the fast food restaurant.

"Because, dear cousin, i know exactly who could be our guitarist"

You pulled the door open, the smell of fried food hitting you all at once and the sound of Steve vai shredding on the guitar landed on your ears.

You smiled to yourself, staring at your only other friend in this beat up town, frying burgers.

"Yunho!"

The giant looked up from his work giving you his big puppy eye smile.

"Y/n!" he eagerly said

Jeong Yunho. High school dropout. legendary guitar solos at underground shows. Doesn't know what to do with his life but seems to be happy where he is.

The boy jumped over the counter in a rush, bringing you in for a big hug.

"Do you want some ice cream?" the boy murmured, mushing his face into your hair.

The moment you met Yunho it was as if everything had fallen into place, you guys were soulmates, not the romantic type, but your brother/ sister type of love.

" Yes please with sprinkles on top" you beamed, relaxing at the counter as you watched the boy make your ice cream.

He cleared his throat.

"So what brings you here Tiny?" he questioned, broad back towards you

" Well me and-"

You looked around for the pink haired girl, as the sound of the door opening rang out.

"Sorry y/n Mina had called and said she had a fashi- on emergency" she sighed out, stopping in her tracks, her eyes glazing over with a dreamy look in them.

You turned to see your ice cream cone crushed in Yunho's big hands, ice cream dripping down onto the floor as he stared back the same dreamy haze in his soft eyes.

"H-Hi" He Stuttered out, whipping his free hand on his apron, pushing you slightly out of the way.

"Hello" Sana Said nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, shaking hands with the boy, both gasping at the contact.

It was as if two magnets were drawing each other in, they could not take their eyes off of each other.

"umm guys?" you snapped , making them both stare at you, as you stared back eyebrows furrowed at what you had just witnessed.

"Are you okay?"

They let go of each other's hands, hearing yeses and a few shy giggles come from them.

"Umm, shall we sit down and talk?" you scratched at your head, not sure what to do.

Yunho and Sana sat down across from each other, Sana fluttering her eyelashes at the tall boy who stared back in awe, knuckles to his rosy cheeks.

"Getting to the point i need a guitarist to play in-"

"i'll do it" the boy answered, the love sick look on his face not leaving once.

"You will?"

"You will?".

Did you really just witness your cousin and your best friend fall in love with each other? and at first sight?

"Okay then" you said getting up from the booth.

"i'll wait for you outside, uhh Yunho Text me"

only a hum came from the duo making you roll your eyes at them.

Who needed love anyways when you had music

Right?

.

.

.

"Well"? You smirked, as the girl got into her car, a new aura surrounding her. She sighed with a big smile on her face turning the car on as she drove out of the empty parking lot.

Where is he? sana questioned

Yeosang, the boy's bored eyes stared back into hers through the glass of the concession stand.

"Out back like always" he muttered.

"What are we doing" you asked, hesitantly

As she pushed open the emergency door, letting you out first, She just smiled at you with mischief in her eyes.

"Getting you a drummer".

You heard the sounds of cheers and beers being cracked open, the parking lot to the town's cinema was a very famous hang out spot for those who enjoyed illegal activity and just as you expected everyone who was someone in this town was here.

A red haired boy pushed himself up onto one of the trash cans, letting his leather jacket hang around his elbows, showing off the different tattoos he had scattered on his arms, air guitaring to the song that played off the speaker.

You didn't need to look at the owner of that high pitched laugh to know exactly who it was.

The infamous Jung wooyoung.

The red haired male has always been very outgoing, not shying away from a challenge or the chance to make someone else laugh.

You stopped in your tracks, the thought of leaving Sana alone crossed your mind.

"What the hell are we doing here?" You whispered, harshly.

She knew very well you didn't like being near the type of crowd she's involved with but she just smirked at you, not expecting the next words to pierce you with hurt.

"Just because you and San stopped talking to Wooyoung doesn't mean I did"

and just like that she ran towards the redhead screaming his nickname for everyone to hear. The boy perked up at the mear call of his name, a gorgeous white pearly smile on his tanned skin as he twirled the girl around, picking her up off of the ground.

Rolling your eyes, you walked slowly towards the duo drying your sweaty palms on your skirt. Already knowing how this interaction is going to go.

"Well, well, well if it isn't my favorite girl"

You looked up at a split hair dyed boy, his small hand intertwined with a sharp eyed boy.

"Kim Hongjoong!" You beamed, relieved that at least you knew a face.

The world suddenly became a blur for the red head as he locked his cold brown eyes onto you. He could suddenly hear his heart pounding in his ears, his hands sweating and shaking from familiar feelings hitting him after all those years.

The boy scanned you, hiding his disbelief that it was really you, the years doing wonders to you. You weren't that child he used to make mud cakes with. Now, you are a woman.

He watched as Hongjoong hugged you, making him clench his fist, his anger bubbling up, preparing to burst at any moment. But Sana calling you over shook him out of his stupor.

"How about you love? How's this shitty town been treating you?" Hongjoong asked taking a drag of his cigarette

"Well i se-"

Sana called out to you, making everyone stare at you. Not liking the attention, you put your hood up to hide your blushing cheeks.

You bid your goodbyes to the two boys before you, Hongjoong telling you that he'll call you for future producing sessions.

You stared straight into Wooyoung's cold eyes as they stared back at you without emotion, as you made your way towards the excited female side.

"Wooyoung this is y-"

"I know who she is" he deadpanned, taking a cigarette out of his leather jacket

Sana hesitantly smiled, not expecting for the conversation to go this way, She just smiled at you and grabbed your arm, trying to comfort you.

"Well the reason I have brought you both here is because, we're entering battle of the bands and we need a drummer and-"

The boy lit the cigarette, not once taking his eyes off of you

"No"

His reaction didn't surprise you. Wooyoung stopped having any affection for you a long time ago, Sana whined and pouted at him.

You were annoyed at the situation that she had gotten you into.

"You're wasting your time Sana" you scoffed, not backing down. Your mother once taught you to stare down your enemies and that was what you were trying to do, but who are we kidding this Jung wooyoung scares you.

"If it isn't Miss goodie tooshoos " he chuckled "can you finally talk without stuttering?"

He taunted you by walking closer, making you take a little step back as he leaned down to your height, blowing the smoke of the cigarette he was smoking into your face, making you give a little cough as you waved your hand.

you bit down on your tongue.

"What?" He questioned tilting his head to the side, feigning innocence.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You clenched your fist at his words, the boy playing with your emotions

"Wooyoung don't be a prick" Sana Scolded, pushing him back from you.

"You haven't changed a bit" you retaliated

The last thing you expected was laughter to escape the males lips.

" Yeah?" He questioned, getting even closer to your face, staring down at your lips as he bit down on his.

“After years of friendship. That's how you greet an old friend?” he chuckled, turning his back towards you, about to walk away when your next words make hip stop in his tracks.

Maybe you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“You’re no friend of mine”

The boy sniffed, turning towards you with a cocky grin on his face, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek.

He once again leaned down towards you, now lips at your ear, as you tensed up from the closeness of the male.

"Well you're still that shy, nervous kid, who won't get anywhere because she doesn't know how to ask for what she wants y/n" he whispered eyes meeting yours.

"It looks like we both haven't changed."

You breath hitched at his words, he stood to his full height, taking one more puff of his cigarette, he dropped it right in front of you smashing it with his black combat boots.

You stared down at the asphalt, hands in tight fists, shaking at his words, as he walked away leaving Sana and you stunned at his attitude.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't" you snapped tears finally falling. "Sana just leave me alone please"

You wiped your tears with the back of his gray hoodie and made your way home.

That's not the Wooyoung you grew up with.

#ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez headcanons #ateez imagines #ateez oneshots #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #wooyoung scenarios #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung au

[triple-asstro]

Royal Bridges

credit to @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book for making the moodboard! you can find her post about the art here thank you so much to @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book, @bitter-sweet-farmgirl and @thorinsspringforge for allowing me to showcase my work during this event! you guys were amazing! tags: Battle of Five Armies - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Thorin is a Softie, Violins as a Form of Intimidation, Ambiguous/Open Ending

AO3

summary: It's time. Elvanore's arriving at a royal banquet as the new Queen of Erebor and she's been planning a shocking plan for the night.

If someone could describe the sight that Thranduil saw that night, interesting wouldn’t even begin to encapsulate it. Massive flames engulfed the surrounding trees and ground while the midnight blue sky shone ever so brightly. The fire lit up the grass and curved into a circle where one patch of grass lay untouched. This patch was near a grouping of trees; the wind howled and flew through the landscape, almost as if it was being controlled by an unseen force. 

As his eyes focused towards the unscathed patch, he saw a hooded figure playing a large cello; the music echoing throughout the area, sounding like an orchestra. It continued to play elegantly, almost mesmerising him until it stopped with a sharp sting. 

“Hello Thranduil.” 

It was time. The day that she’d been dreading and anticipating for had arrived. The three knocks on the door signalled that, even through the lovely music that she’d been composing. She let out a sigh of relief; she’d been practising and playing the same note for hours and yet, it never sounded quite right. As she placed her cello off to the side and leaning it against the bed frame, she approached the large oak door. She opened the door and on the other side, revealed a brown-haired woman in servant clothes. The expression on her face lit up when she saw her face. 

“Your Majesty,” the woman said, giving a small bow to which she returned back. “I’ve come to inform you that it is time for the banquet. Are you ready?”  

“If you give me a few minutes, I can be ready,” she answered, giving a concerned smile. “I hope I haven’t taken too long…” 

“Oh! No! No, you haven’t been taking too long at all!” 

“But it’s already dark out. I don’t want to keep the rest waiting!” she exclaimed, slamming the door closed as she observed herself in the mirror. Dress? Secure. Tulle is fluffy and the colour is navy blue as ever. Hair, still light blonde and tied back in a bun with a long braid clamped close with a silver bead. Smile? She kept practising it; tweaking it every so often. But no matter what, it never looked right. It was always too crooked or too toothy, or her cheeks made it look too childlike. Her expression almost didn’t look like herself; didn’t look quite right. Why couldn’t she get this right? 

“You can handle this; I know we’re incredibly anxious but we can go through with this event.” she reassured herself in the mirror. As she took a deep breath in, she opened her eyes and gave herself a less toothy but genuine smile. It wasn’t the best motivation but it was better than nothing. O pening the door again, she stepped out and began to walk down the stone corridor, the servant rushing to be at her side. “Sorry to keep you waiting…” 

“D��ra. My name is Dïra.”

“Dïra! I’m terribly sorry I forgot your name, dear. It’s just, with this event weighing heavy in my mind, it’s incredibly difficult to keep track of names as of late.” 

“Oh, it’s quite alright, Your Majesty. I don’t mind when someone like you forgets my name.” 

“Call me Elvanore, alright Dïra? There’s no need for such formality.” Elvanore chuckled, coming to a stop near another oaken door, standing right infront of it with Dïra at her left. If you placed your ear close, so close that you could feel the custom engravings made on the door, you could feel the music and the chatter course through your body. Her heartbeat kept speeding up; worries swirling through her mind like a pack of hawks circling a piece of carrion. 

“But Your Majesty-”

“Dïra. Just because I’m a royal doesn’t mean I’m any more different than you. I appreciate that you respect me enough to call me that, but I don’t mind you calling me by my name. It makes me feel more like a person, if that makes sense.” 

“Of course Your - I mean, Elvanore. Apologies.” Dïra said, nodding her head down as she opened the door, letting Elvanore walk in. As the door was shut behind her, she observed the landscape of the throne room. Rows of wooden tables all scattered with cutlery, plates, food and goblets filled with wine and groups of crowds mindlessly dancing filled the entire room. Elvanore didn’t quite know what to do; she’s never been inside a room with this many people all at once and with the combined anxiousness filling her heart, she’s never regretted letting a door be opened for her more in her life. 

As the music composed of fiddles and harps along with the occasional drunken hollering of dwarven songs filled the room, Elvanore simply smiled and nodded to the rhythm while sitting on one of the corners of the raging fireplace, swirling a barely filled goblet. She couldn’t quite understand what exactly they were singing since the added Khuzdul made deciphering the drunken slurs all the more difficult. Her eyes kept searching and searching until they stopped on a certain dwarven king, chattering with a neatly dressed Fíli; silver beads adorning his hair. All the anxiousness started to flood away once she saw Thorin’s gorgeous grin, and god, it was beautiful. If there was anything that could warm Elva’s heart faster than a raging campfire, it was his smile; the way that it softens his face and the mere sight of it could light up entire caverns and caves. At least that was Elva’s opinion.

“Staring, are we?” 

Elvanore refocused her eyes and once she did, Thorin’s previous position near the throne was now infront of her, sly eyes and all. 

“No no, I’m simply admiring.” Elvanore blurted, blinking her eyes like a child towards him. 

“I could say the same for myself,” he said, sitting down next to her and holding her hand, placing a small kiss onto it.  “You look absolutely fascinating tonight, madtubirzulê.” 

“You think so?” Elvanore asked, eyeing down at the deep blue gown she was wearing. “It isn’t too extravagant or off putting?” 

“Of course not, and if anyone says otherwise, they will have to pay for their disrespect.” 

“Of course they will, Thorin,” she said, sipping what was remaining of the goblet’s contents. “Your stubbornness and pride won’t allow it.” 

“My stubbornness?” he questioned, cocking his eyebrow up as Elvanore smiled at the hilarious sight.

“My dear, for all the years I’ve known you, your stubbornness is your leading trait. And I love you for that.” 

He lowered his head down, nodding in agreement. Thorin knew that his pride and stubbornness were indeed his most obvious traits, and his most destructive. They’ve gotten people killed and almost made him lose his family. Thankfully, in later years, he’s learned to swallow his pride down for the sake of others, but often it comes up once in a while. As Elvanore held his hand tight, she noticed his other hand seemed clenched; almost like it was hiding something. Her eyes squinted, trying to focus on the hidden contents with the flickering warm glow of the fireplace. 

“Dear, what’s in your hand?” 

Thorin turned his head towards said hand, making a sheepish expression before pulling it out from behind him and revealing what was inside. It was a glamorous silver necklace with a ruby pendant and tiny diamond studs adoring it. 

“It was supposed to be a surprise for later, but if you wish to see it now, here,” Thorin spoke as Elvanore carefully grabbed the necklace, observing the beauty that she had in her hands. “I forged it myself.” 

“Thorin, I.. this is absolutely stunning!” she exclaimed, clasping the piece of  jewellery in her palms. “You didn’t have to make this… I don’t deserve it.”

“Amrâlimê, you deserve every jewel this mountain has to offer. You’ve given me the greatest gift any man could dream of;  it’s only of fair value I make you this.” 

She couldn’t believe it, the words that were being told. Even though she’s heard words of similar value coming from him, something prevented her from fully believing it. She wanted to, though. She wanted to believe it through day and night. A new thought entered her mind, however, against all the thoughts of doubt and self-loathing. Maybe, just maybe, for this night, she believes it. 

“How am I so lucky to have you?” she asked. 

“I would ask the same.” he answered. 

The music started to jig up, as more people started to dance, flailing their arms around and travelling around the room. Elvanore gave a look towards Thorin, a look he knew all too well, and in the blink of an eye, they got up from their seats and started dancing in the crowd. She held Thorin close, close enough to hear his rapid heartbeat as they swayed and waltzed to the music. Or as close as Elvanore could reach considering her height.

“How is Lirien doing?” 

“She’s doing wonderfully. I’ve heard that she’s practising archery, but I don't know why though, since she’s practically an expert,” she answered. “How about you?” 

“Meetings and scrolls have plagued my mind, but now, I’m at peace.” 

“That’s wonderful, amrä- amrâlimê, I got it somewhat right this time.” she stammered out; the khuzdul dialect proving quite difficult to not only understand, but to also pronounce. Thankfully, it only got a sincere smile and an elegant dip out of him; though the height difference proved that to be a difficult feat to accomplish, but it worked anyway. As she was being dipped down, she tilted her head to the right which faced a window. 

This window looked like any other window in the palace, only this one had a pair of beady white eyes staring in it. The eyes stared right into Elvanore’s, observing her like a pack of wolves hunting their prey but with a strange beauty to it. Her expression softened, but not in a concerning way or a caring way, but in a terrifying way. It was the expression of not complete terror but instead, an expression of high alert. Something which Thorin took note of when he pulled her back up. 

“Is there something wrong?” 

“I - I thought I saw something in the windows. I’ll go scout the area,” she said, before she felt a tug at her wrist. 

“No, if there’s something threatening out there, I can’t let you go. You could get injured.” 

“Dear, I’ll be alright. I understand your concern but I reassure you, I will be just fine. It could simply be a stray animal,” she said, rubbing circles into his palm. As Thorin sighed heavily, he remembered that lesson as he slowly loosened his grip and Elvanore left the ballroom. 

Rushing down the corridors, Elvanore flung open the door in her shared chambers and grabbed her cello, unlabeled powder and a satchel that rested on the dresser. As she trotted down the corridors and descended the stairs, she collected a nearby steel sword that rested on the wall and escaped out into the outside. The outside of Erebor’s walls were certainly freezing unless you were dressed appropriately. The rocky terrain and midnight blue sky only amplified the numerous reasons as to why you shouldn’t go outside of Erebor during the night. But Elvanore had an important reason to be here; a reason she wouldn’t mind nearly breaking her ankle and running into a nearby forest for. The forest was lovely, with trees that almost reached the mountains and grass that felt like running your hand through a smooth waterfall; truly a stark contrast to the rigid Erebor walls. 

Quiet footsteps suddenly filled Elvanore’s ears and made her hide in the shadows of the trees, clutching her cello in hand. As she watched from a slight distance, she saw an elegant figure emerge from the trees. It was a tall man, around six foot five, with golden hair and slender posture. He seemed too regal as he crouched, observing the grass and the few growing flowers in it. Finally, once he got back up, Elvanore swayed her bow across her cello, making a high-pitched sting. She kept swaying her bow across her cello, watching as it made the regal man dart his head in all directions. Now, for the next step. She kept circling him, sprinkling the powder all around before whispering unintelligible words into it. Once she finished muttering, she placed another sting so the man would be facing front and rushed behind him. As if out of a fantasy novel, the powder began to combust, making small but noticeable flames appear to surround him. 

As the flames began to engulf the surrounding trees and grass, he turned around to see Elvanore, navy blue-hooded and staring with a devious grin while playing a beautiful orchestra. The sounds had an elegant melody but still had rough stings and basses that could make your spine tingle. It was a piece that Elvanore had composed long ago, but she had put off performing for ages. In her mother’s words, it was too muddled and too queer for a proper cello piece. Well, I’ve been playing for a good while now , she thought as she stopped the music with a sharp sting. 

“Hello Thranduil.”

He stared with confusion in his eyes as Elvanore took off her hood. “What? I wanted to perform my composition.”

“Enough with this nonsense, do… you have the necklace?” 

“Yes, I have it.” Elvanore sighed, opening the bag and pulling out a lovely silver necklace, adorned with dangling diamonds. Thranduil’s gaze softened when he saw the gorgeous jewels, his eyes widened at the mere sight. “I hope that she likes them like she did; I know how much these mean to you.” 

Thranduil nodded his head down, clutching the necklace as Elvanore handed it over. It was almost tragic to see the amount of pain and slight tears in his eyes. She didn’t know the full extent of how much that necklace meant or who it was for but her imagination could fill the cracks for her. As she watched him stare at the necklace, she stared at her own. The stunning ruby glimmered in the moonlight as the terrifying thought of someone stealing the necklace she had entered her mind. One of the many declarations of love being stolen from her, hoarded in a place she didn’t call home. But she wouldn’t dare utter that here, perhaps to Lirien. 

“Thank you, I will not forget this,” Thranduil said as he began to turn away, his dress elegantly flowing in the air and just like that, he disappeared into the woods. Elvanore only blinked once and he was gone. She walked away, sifting through the grass until a quiet noise struck her ears. It wasn’t a loud noise like the commotion in the banquet but it was just audible enough to warrant a pause. The noise was a rustling noise, like aggressively shaking a bush and as Elvanore listened more, she could hear slight footsteps approach behind her.

Thorin quite didn’t know how to feel. The idea of all of his kin coming together in a singular event in the kingdom he called home was practically unheard of and now, it’s happening before his very eyes. It was comforting, the feeling of a crown on his head. It was the only thing that gave him a sense of purpose, a sense of identity as pathetic as it was. For the past decades, he’d been telling everyone far and wide that he would take back Erebor and reclaim his rightful place as King under The Mountain. When people heard of this proclamation, they laughed. They’d never thought in a thousand years or in a single elf’s lifespan that the once-great kingdom of Erebor would ever be reclaimed. Well, look at it now. His heart, half filled with pride seeing his dwarven brothers cheer and dance and half filled with embarrassment seeing his nephews almost empty an entire barrel of ale. 

While Thorin was endlessly devoted to his royal duties, his mind couldn’t stop worrying about Elvanore. She was gone for quite some time, longer than a stray animal should be given. He desperately tried to convince himself to enjoy this moment, indulge in the candlelight before it fades as Elvanore said, but something kept prodding and circling. 

“What’s wrong, laddie?” Balin asked, noticing the mountain-king’s distressed expression. 

“It’s Elva, she’s been gone for far too long.” 

“Aye, you worry too much. That girl can handle herself just fine.” 

“I know, it’s -” 

“Thorin,” Balin said, his voice growing ever more stern. “I understand your concerns; you worry about keeping your kin safe, keeping your home safe. If these thoughts with no reasoning behind them continue to haunt your mind, it could corrupt you. You’ve done well enough, more well than before, there’s nothing to worry about.” 

Thorin sighed, leaning against the stone wall. “I feel as if it isn’t good enough. I want to give her a place to call home, she deserves more than I can offer. I would give her the entirety of Middle-Earth if I could.” 

“If you’re truly worried about these doubts, talk to her about it. I understand it will be difficult, especially for someone as stubborn as you, but it’ll help lessen these thoughts and I bet she’ll appreciate you sharing it.” 

A small pause echoed between them, ignoring the boisterous music and the hollers of exuberant dwarves. The hefty shame of his greed had left a mark on him, a mark on who he’d hurt and what he almost lost. He’d promised himself he would grow from that; grow from the mistakes he had made and become a better person for both himself and his wife. 

“Alright then, I shall go. Thank you, Balin.” Thorin said, bowing slightly before quickly making haste towards the corridors and down the looping staircase. Even after decades from being away from the mountain, he still could remember every direction and the exact way to the secret door outside. As he carefully made his way down the gravelly terrain, he found himself facing a vibrant forest. It was a forest he didn’t know well enough to recognize, his father focused more on studying and practising dwarven customs than botany. 

He made his way through the forest, following the faint outline of shoes until he came across a charred piece of grass on the ground. Worry struck him like a bolt of lighting as he began to follow the continuing trail, determination rushing in his veins. 

He kept chasing the trail until they unexpectedly stopped at a crumpled bush, the leaves limp and clinging onto its stems. A rustling noise sent him hiding in said bush, eyes peeking through the cluttered leaves. As he hid, he saw the sight of his beautiful wife, her hair glistening in the moonlight and an unknown figure. 

“I hope that she likes them like she did; I know how much these mean to you.” she said, handing the shiny silver necklace over to the unknown figure’s hand. As Thorin stared from the bushes, he felt a wave of confusion and anger wash over him. Why was she giving away this necklace like it was petty change? Why didn’t she tell him about this? Did she not trust him anymore? These thoughts jammed themselves into his mind, like ocean waves crashing against hard rocks. His eyebrows furrowed, his fists clenched before he heard grass rustling away with one swoop and like that, the figure’s shadow was gone. 

As she stared at the ground, she heard the sound of rustling leaves and behind her. The footsteps were a certain pattern, clomping and heavy on the steps; it was Thorin’s pattern. 

“Madtubirzulê, what happened?” he asked. 

“Orcs,” she answered, no sense of hesitation or anxiousness in her tone. It was terrifying how she could lie so honestly.  “I heard orcs near the perimeter, what were they doing here?” 

“I do not know. There could still be orc packs,  hunting us down for vengeance.” 

“Alright,” she sighed, tilting her head down. 

Thorin tried to speak before biting his tongue, the first time he’s ever done that in his life. Perhaps there was something she wasn’t telling him, yes, but it could be for a good reason. The first time he’s also tried to see both perspectives without second opinions. While he was rightfully hurt, he was still a husband and a husband will always take care of his wife and make sure she’s okay. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am alright,” she reassured. “We can discuss and plan this in the morning perhaps?”

Thorin nodded, approaching Elvanore and taking her by the hand, leading her back towards the kingdom. The kingdom he had called home and spilled blood for, being hunted once again. As they walked back into the kingdom, his thoughts of defending his home flew through his mind. This time, he wouldn’t let history repeat itself and have his loved ones and kin be decimated. He would fight. The only thing Elvanore could think about was the lie that she told him. Elvanore wasn’t the type of person to lie that freely and that authentically but she managed to do it and tell it like it was the honest truth. She didn’t want to tell her husband that she gave back one of the jewels that rightfully belonged to a grieving elf king out of sympathy. The infamous battle of the five armies was a war of tragedy, especially for her. Thorin was mad with gold-sickness and she felt partially responsible for the lost lives, both elves, dwarves and humans. It felt necessary to give it back, as an atonement and forgiveness. But to her, that didn’t excuse the fact that she lied to him. She promised a marriage of honesty and loyalty and she’d betrayed one of those promises.

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[yesyourstalker]

Neta: afternoon everyone. How's your weekend going?..... This place stinks of salmon

Warabi: ohhh look at you dressed all nice and fancy!

Candi: awww your suit matches cirrina's how cute!!

Mahi: blue tentacles suit you, you should keep them

Neta: not a chance..I was never a blue kinda guy doesn't match my vibe... Hears the closing key and the lock box key. Warabi I made you one too don't lose it.

Warabi: ok. Where are going looking so nice?

Neta: ex-wife's wedding

Mizole: HA! You're going to your EX -wife's wedding!!!??

Neta: Yes Mizole I'm going to my ex-wife's wedding! Just because we didn't love each other doesn't mean we didn't love each other okay!! I still care about her and want to see her thrive and be happy and she wants the same for me!....... *Sigh* welp........Don't destroy my store.

Candi: have fun!

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Neta: alright babe you got your cello?!....uh oh.. Cirrina.........look at you....... look so nice beautiful.............

Cirrina: hehe ... Thanks Daddy

Neta: aww.... [Kiss] ....... Every time I think about your future wedding day. It breaks my heart. You're going to look so beautiful and I'll be in the corner crying like an idiot. Ruining all the pictures!! [Kisskisskiss]

Cirrina: hehehe dad stop....hehehe I'm not getting married! I'm not into that kind of commitment. I want to be wild and free!

Neta: Yeah I said that to myself too when I was your age........... Now I got this guy roaming around in my apartment like he lives here, hey baby.

Ikkan: well at least I call and notify you that I'm coming over. You just come whenever you please without any warning I wake up in the morning and you're smothering me.

Neta: you love it when it's spontaneous. [Kiss] alright! Let's bounce!

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Neta: wow this place is really nice..... They really spruced up the underground.... It used to be a junkyard.

Ikkan: hmmm...*opening case* very nice..... where's the orchestra going to be?

Neta: look at you and your bassoon. You dork such a cutie. it's over there on the left..*gasp * look at my little girl with the orchestra. Hi sweetie! * waving*

Cirrina: *gasp* *waving*

Ikkan: so that's Rift?

Neta: *sigh*........ Yeah that's him. Sylvia's hubby to be.

Ikkan: hmm .. He seems nice right

Neta: Yeah he's a great guy..... He was in Sylvia's splatoon back in the day. Cici seems to like him too.

Ikkan: that's good I'll meet you after the wedding. I got to go with the orchestra, the wedding started.

Neta: ok babe bye[kiss]

*Orchestra playing*

Sylvia..*walking down the aisle* heheh.....*gasp* you showed up [smile]

Neta: [smiles back] hey syl!!

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[after wedding]

Sylvia: ohhhh you guys!!!! Look at you!! Neta!!! My baby Cici look at you two!!!! You two look so handsome in your matching suits just like mommy!!! Cici!! You are so good at playing the cello you improved so much and lkkan!! Thank you for playing the orchestra I appreciate it so much!.

Ikkan: heh it's no problem Sylvia

Sylvia:...*ugh* I never thought I'd have such a great family like this!! I need to stop.... this makeup is too expensive I can't cry... AHHHHH.[kisskisskisskiss] [hugging]

Cirrina: awwww Mom!!

Neta: Sylvia!! You know we're always going to be there for you!! Look at you! That outfit!! You look sexy in that suit mama!

Sylvia: awwww hehehehehe..

Rift:.hey now she's my wife. Remember, I don't want you eyeing my-

Neta: awwww you son of a bitch!! come here!! Don't I act like you don't remember we used to be allied splatoons!!

Rift: *oof *.... nice seeing you too skinny........ Hm Maybe you should change your nickname

Neta: hey! Shut up! I look good right Sylvia?

Sylvia: you look great! Healthier

Neta: * smug smile*

Rift:.........

Sylvia: hehehe my two boys are getting along. How nice....... Ikkan it's nice to finally meet you. Neta it's giving you too much trouble

Ikkan: Oh he is.

Neta: see your wife thinks I'm hot

Rift: She didn't say that!

Ikkan: *sigh* but he's worth it........ Babe stop fighting with the groom!

Neta: ok I'm sorry I love you.

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[Reception]

Neta: you look amazing syl....*sip*..... You look really happy

Sylvia: so do you... I've never seen you this content..

Neta: yeah..well finally got my life on track... I open the store. I have a second one about to open in 2 years now My fiance is going graduate soon. Speaking of my fiance, I'm getting married.

Sylvia:.heheh....*drink*.... You want to finish this conversation on the dance floor?

Neta: slow dancing with the bride who is also my ex seems? controversial don't you think?

Sylvia: Oh shut up come here........ So getting married?... That sounds fun... How is he? You know ikkan.

Neta: he's amazing. Smart, caring, kind, affectionate, honest..shy.. cute....... he's just... I love him so much

Sylvia: awww That's nice.... You have any ideas? For the wedding

Neta: we want something surrounded nature maybe like a greenhouse. Keep them looking for these greenhouse venues. We want something with a lot of greenery you know to compliment all the purple flowers and you know table cloths and everything.

Sylvia: That sounds nice........ Dose cirrina like him?

Neta: she loves him!. He loves her too... What about Rift?

Sylvia: *sigh* ... She adores him.... and he adores her. You know our daughter

Neta/Sylvia: she's spoiled rotten hehehehehe *sigh*

Neta:...........

Sylvia:............

Neta: I'm happy worked out for both of us

Sylvia: yeah...... . I wish Pulpo was here...*sniff* *crying* they would have been my maid of honor *crying*

Neta: hey no tears. They wouldn't want you to mourn on your special day... they're here in spirit... I know it ....... [Peck]

Sylvia: *sniff*........ You're right.... *Sigh*...... I'd probably have to kick them out and they probably dress better than me hehehehe

Neta: hehehehehe

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Rift: look at him.... wrapped around her like that.... You think they're the ones who got married..

Ikkan: hmmm I think it's sweet that they're still close to each other.

Rift:*humph* so you're not even a little jealous that your partner is dancing with his ex-wife

Ikkan: He's a very kind person with lots of love to give and he's willing to give to anyone who takes it. Whether it's romantic, platonic or whatever form it takes. It doesn't matter, when he cares about someone that feeling usually never goes away....... That's why I love him so much..

Rift: well that's you..... Break it up! Break it up! Get off my wife shoo shoo got out of here go

Sylvia: hehehehe ok ok calm down babe

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[hotel room]

Neta: *sigh* .... *Yawn* that was a nice weeding

Ikkan: it was....*yawn*..... Come here... [Kiss].... Ours is going to be just as nice

Neta: I hope so....... I love you ikkan.... I love you so so.......... so...............*snoring*

Ikkan: heh... I love you too......[kiss] Night cirrina

Cirrina: night

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Mahi had one line and they nailed it! @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#Neta is happy and medicated #his ex wife is happy and medicated #cirrina and Neta are wearing a sliver suit with blue detail #cirrina's tentacles are silver with dark blue tips while Neta is just a regular dark blue #Neta's tentacles are fighting for their life with the amount of dye jobs he's gotten in less than a year #Neta has a lot of love #love is important to him #he went from believing he'll never be loved and he'll never love anyone to able to love and is made to be loved #i think I My incorporate that into his back tattoo #his tattoo is ikkan's bass surrounded by flowers with the river left around it that says loves and meant to be loved #ikkan is not the jealous type #a pinch of neta lore but only a little bit #happy middle aged man Neta yay

[anglophiletraveler]

In My Life - Six Sentence Sunday!!!

So, I wanted to post a one shot for Valentine's Day, but started on it too late. I'm almost done with it now, but now I'm not sure if I should save it to use as a chapter in the story or to post it as a one shot!!!

****

Caroline gave Demelza a call before Valentine’s Day.

“Hello darling, how are you?”

“Caroline, hiya!  I’m fine.  I’ve just been doing a lot of practising, trying to get ready for the next chair auditions.  What are you up to?”

“Trying to find out what Dwight has planned for Valentine’s Day tomorrow!  He’s keeping pretty tight lipped about the whole thing and it’s driving me bonkers.  He won’t tell me if we’re going out or if we’re staying in, or what I should wear.”

Demelza was laughing at her friend.  “Oh I bet this really is driving you bonkers.  He won’t give you a clue at all?”

“No!  The twat!  What about you?  What are you and Ross doing tomorrow night?”

“Um, I have no clue really.  We really haven’t talked about it much.  I’ve been trying to think about what to get him.  I mean, do guys even want something for Valentine’s Day?  Did you get Dwight anything?”

“Yes, I bought him a bottle of cologne.  Did you find something for Ross?”

“No not yet.  I’m off tomorrow so I still have tomorrow to look around.”

“Well, if you hear of any hint from Ross tonight as to what Dwight has planned for us tomorrow night, please let me know.”

“Alright will do.  Ta!”  Demelza got a kick out of Caroline’s curiosity.  She was bad as a child at Christmas!

***********

Seamus heard the garage door open and started barking like mad.  Demelza stopped playing the cello and looked at her watch.  “What the hell?  It’s 4:00?”  She got up and looked at Seamus, “What’s daddy doing home from work so early?”

Just then the back door opened, and Ross bellowed, “Honey, I’m hoooome!”

Demelza walked over to him with a smile, “Hiya, what brings you home so early today?”

Ross gave her a quick peck on the cheek, “Well, Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!”  He set a bag down that he’d been carrying so he could take his coat off and hang it up.

“Ross, we wished each other Happy Valentine’s Day this morning before you left for work.  What’s in this bag?”  She tried to take a peek, but Ross grabbed it from her before she could take a look.

“No peeking!  Aren’t you the one who always complains about me trying to take a peek at my gifts?”

“Which you do all the time.  So, I’m waiting for an answer to my question.”

Ross smiled and gave her a quirky grin, “What question might that be?”

“You know very well what question Ross…   why are you home from work so early?”

“Am I early?”  He looks at his watch.  “Oh look at that, I guess I am a little early.”  He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a nuzzle on her neck with his now full beard.  Demelza started giggling at the feeling that she was beginning to have.  Ross pulled back, “I’m sorry, are you laughing at me when I’m trying to be amorous towards my beautiful girlfriend?”

“Mmmmaybe!  But that doesn’t mean you have to stop what you’re doing.”

“Oh really?  Do you like it when I kiss you there?   How about here?  Hmmm?”

Demelza had laid her head to one side to give Ross more access to explore her neck and other ticklish places.  “Mmmm I do, I do.”  All of a sudden Ross completely stopped kissing her.  “Hey, why did you stop nuzzling my neck!”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you why I came home early?”  Ross couldn’t stop grinning at her.

Demelza sighed.  “Oh that.  Alright, why did you come home early?”

Ross grabbed the bag and pulled her to sit down on the sofa.  “Come here, love!”  He pulled out a box elegantly wrapped in white paper with a beautiful red ribbon and bow on it and handed it to her.  He had the biggest smile on his face.  “Happy First Valentine’s Day, my love!  I came home early to give you this and to get this evening started.  Go ahead and open it.  You’ll never guess in a million years what it is!!”

#aidan turner #modernpoldark #six sentence sunday #demelza carne #eleanor tomlinson #work in progress #ross poldark #poldark #demelza poldark #modern poldark

[tv-girllover07]

Something metal🥁

Kevin schlieb × fem!reader

Movie: Metal lords

Part 4

Blue italic= there thoughts

Green italic= Kevin narrating

Scene skip ⏭️

I’m at hunters house with two other people playing D&D “And the Slippers of Spider Climbing go to Malmsteen of Gorgoroth.” He said and painted at Hunter, I hear Mr Sylvester laugh “What kind of girlie name is Malmsteen of Gorgoroth?” He asks

“I don't know, Dad. Why don't you ask one of your real housewives while you’re shoving water balloons into there tits” Hunter snaps back at him, I look at the other members around the table “Plastic surgeon.” so they would understand what they were talking about. I understand, dungeons and dragons even less then metal but it’s a chance for us to hang out with new people, especially for people who can be in our band, if he joins Skullfucker, then we’re a band, right? So then we can play in the Battle of the Bands. If people like us, then maybe they’ll ask us to play at some parties. I hope Hunter likes this guy. Sometimes he’s not so nice to people when he’s uncomfortable and being around, his dad makes him-- “Well, Malmsteen just can't believe that a halfling rogue would be dumb and ungrateful enough to try and rip off a half-orc barbarian who just saved him from five ice toads. But he thinks he'll show mercy.

“Until he remembers that mercy is for the weak. Malmsteen pulls out Hell Slinger his +3 great sword...” ”Hunter” I cut him off “...And he tells Auriac Stormhollow to shut his glory hole before he starts his first attack.” Hunter drops the dice’s on the table making a loud clack “Plus ten, that's a hit-- “Hunter, don't be an idiot.” And Hunter continues to ignore me “He runs the blade between the thief's ribs. Second attack. Uh-oh! There goes the leg. And for the final attack...oh shit! ,Head over to Dr. Sylvester's for some post-op implants, because I just chopped off your dick.” Hunter said that while holding the guys arm and making it look like he was chopping his dick.

“Sure, sure” Mr Sylvester said laughing, “You just remember that those implants are what paid for your guitar, your incel action figures, and all your dumbass Satan-worship T-shirts!” Mr Sylvester yelled “I'm gonna go play tennis! Have you see my American Express?” Hunter just shrugs and drinks his Mountain Dew and I look at him. The guy I asked to come over gets up and grabs his bag “Where are you going.” Hunter asks “Leaving. This sucks compared to Call of Duty. Kevin, see you in class.” And he leaves “Hunter, we were going to ask him to play bass for us. He says he's pretty good.” Hunter shakes his head “It's for the best. We can never trust a guy like that.” I look at him pissed why can’t he just except the fact that we really need a bass player.

(Scene skip ⏭️)

“I’m telling you, she’s really good.” I said to Hunter but he disagreed “We need a bass player. A metal bass player.” He told me as we turn down a street “She can be metal.” I kept trying to persuade him “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Why? Why is that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?” I asked him “Because a cello-playing girl is so non-metal that even thinking about it is evaporating my balls.” He said and I look at him confused “A lot of the time, Hunter. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Metal, not metal…Uh…Maybe I’m just not right for Skullfucker.” I said and looked at him before looking back on the road.

Then he stops the car and unbuckled his seatbelt “Okay, switch places with me.” He said and I turn to him “What?” And he looked at me “Just do it. Slide over. Open the door, but don’t get out.” He told me as I unbuckle my seatbelt and he got out of the car, and I open my door and see Hunter walking towards Skip and I start yelling at Hunter “No! No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no” but he kept walking then Hunter reaches Skip and gives him the middle finger “Suck it, cunt.” Then flips him in the chin, and runs to the car while Skip chases him “Go, go! Fuck! Go! Fuck! Fuck! Go, go, go, go, go!” so I get in the driver seat, and Hunter gets in the car and slams the door “Why? Why did you do that?” I asked him getting worried “Truth to power, bitch! Drive!” And I step on the gas “Why?” I asked myself quietly and start driving faster due to Skip driving after us “Drive. If he gets close enough, you’ve just as fucked as I am.” He told me and I duck down in the seat “You slow down, you die. That’s metal.”

“That is a dumb Keanu Reeves movie!” I yelled at him and continued driving and trying to hit any cars “Watch out. He’ll see you in the mirrors if he gets close enough.” So I adjusted the mirror “You’re an asshole” I told Hunter and he laughs “Okay. We can shake him. Turn left on Aspen” and I turn the car but we almost get hit “Don’t slow down. Keep going straight.” I feel like I’m losing my mind “To where? Where?” I yelled “There!” Hunter pointed to the narrow alleyway “I…We will not fit in there!” I continue yelling “I know this car!” Hunter yelled as we got closer to the alley and he put his hand on my knee “Fucking do it!” And I start to scream “Whoo!” “No, no, no!” I yelled and Hunter screams maniacally and we finally exit the alley and Hunter turns back to see Skip trying to go through the alleyway, but crashes into the wall.

I understand now. Metal is commitment, and speaking truth to power and sticking it to the man, and speed. “That was fucking awesome” I said to Hunter and let out a sigh. Metal is taking the wheel.

(Scene skip ⏭️)

“What’s this” I ask “Homework” he said well we all look around the room, looking at all the different posters “Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Metallica, Anthrax, Slayer, Megadeth, Motörhead, Guns N’ Roses, Rage Against the Machine, Pantera, Emperor, Tool, Dio, Mesguggah, Opeth, Slipknot, Mastodon, Lamb of God. This is your history now. Learn it, live it, do lines of it in the bathroom” Hunter then finally hands me the sheet of music and I look at it. It’s a list of different songs by different artists. “I’ll be working on this. It’s a solo to “Machinery” it fucking shreds. I had these made up” he hand me guitar picks with the words Skullfucker on it, and I put them in my pocket and I say to Hunter “I’ll start working on this” We do the band handshake. And I walk up the stairs i hear Hunter mess up a note and yell “Cocks! Fuck me, okay.”

(Scene skip ⏭️)

I’m in the practice room and I’m writing down the same songs Hunter wrote for me and rewrote them on a separate sheet for Y/n. Once I’m done writing everything down I fold the piece of paper and start walking towards the room Y/n was in, then I look at the paper in my hand put, From: Kevin ! On it I don’t want to interrupt this time so I slide it underneath the door as soon as I slide it underneath the door I hear her stop playing the cello and I walk away.

Part 5 🥁

#jaeden martell x reader #kevin schlieb smut #kevin schlieb x reader #kevin schlieb #smut #jaeden martell #jaeden martell smut

[zenaidamacrouras1]

I'm here to ✨heroically✨ save you from having to clean your house!

So, for the Fanfic Ask: O & W, please? Thank you!

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

Typically with characters in a little vignette- like for Plastered I had a picture of a Bucky who is normally reserved in public but he's in this very personal private parent space sharing a ridiculous moment with his kid and a super hot guy walks in on accident and accidentally sees this playful vulnerable side of him. Then it's like. Okay, why is Steve there? What happens next?

With Tension and Tonic: similar: a vignette of hot Bucky on cello and hot artist Steve. They hook up, but then it's awkward. Why don't they immediately start dating? If they are so compatible and both grown ups, what would create that dynamic?

Most of my fics start with a moment that is very clear to me, and usually that moment is in the first chapter and I just ask questions about what the hell is going on from there.

Unfortunately I am apparently way too good at asking "Why did they do that?" "How would this dynamic play out?" which is why my fics end up so long. It's like the "if you give a mouse a cookie" book series.

And often it's something from my life, like the time I talked with a super hot (so hot) grad student working cleaning fossils and she was so nice to my kid who was asking a trillion questions but also super flirty with me, and at the time it was just funny how hot the scientist was but then I was like, wait that's the best meet cute.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

I will would say it depends. Honestly (and I know why you are asking you sneaky minx) it's more about whether the vibe feels right. (science)

from fanfic ask game

[msm-tsotmw]

5/20/20XX

Okay, it’s been a day since… THAT happened, but Mondo’s leg is getting better really quick.

which is honestly surprising

you do NOT know how hard avani bit me

Judging By The Fact That You Had To Get A Bandage Wrap … Yeah . Really Hard .

Well , Stoggs are not known to be particularly gentle creatures , unlike Reedlings , haha …

The same may apply to those “Strombones” . I know someone who was bitten by one , and it was … not pretty , to say the least .

But hey ! They survived , and so did you .

yea

Anyways, where’s Flitz? She told me they were out flying and stretching their wings, and it’s been like an hour.

I think she may be talking to her friend Siku .

Okay.

Do You Guys Want To Walk Around The Island ? It Looks Pretty Cool :D

uh

yea

(as long as there arent any sTOGGS TO BITE ME)

Sounds good to me.

Mhm !

(The 4 Monsters leave the Castle room they are in, and decide to take a walk around the island.)

(Suddenly, they hear a shrill and cheerful melody. It sounds like a MUCH higher pitched version of a Bowgart’s cello thing.)

Ooh , What’s That ? It Sounds Nice :D

idk

Should we go check it out ?

…Probably, yeah.

(The quartet follows the melody to a tall patch of grass. Mondo pushes some aside, and sees a short, probably 5-foot-1, green Monster with bright golden hair and a clover-shaped hat.)

(She is playing a fiddle, and looks like she’s having a helluva good time with it until she notices that someone’s found her.)

AH!

(She proceeds to run away.)

…Well, uh-

I Think That Was One Of Dizzie’s , Er , Acquaintances !

…Okay. If you say so.

how do you know that

I Don’t Know , She Looked A Lot Like Sliabh The Ffidyll . Dizzie Pranks Her A LOT , And She’s Told Me That Sliabh’s SUPER Skittish .

that explains it

Why does this “Dizzie” prank so many poor Monsters ?

She’s Just Like That 😅

she pranked me too

And me.

She and Edgar stole my fucking glasses once, and it was NOT funny.

Oh , my … she seems like a very brash Monster , does she not ?

Ye-

Sure , Dizz Might Seem A Bit Brash At First , But She’s A Lovable Little Dork Once You Get To Know Her ! They ARE One Of My Sisters , After All :)

dizz once spam-posted images of a cartoon Human World guy sitting sadly on a chair in the middle of a dark room on my account once.

AH ! Uh , Flitz ?!

we uhhh

we didnt know you were here

How are you here all of a sudden? I thought you were with Siku.

…accidentally flew into them taking a bath under the bridge.

they weren’t very happy, haha…

Oh. That explains it.

(A Stogg runs past the quintet, knocking Mondo over.)

ow

AVANI, WAIT!

oh

(Awdajeeo tries to run after Avani. His eight legs are NOT helping.)

awdajeeo? what’re you doing?

*pant* avani, uhh… i, she, uh… she escaped her leash.

Oh No !

and as you might know, i am NOT a good runner. at ALL.

May I help you ? I am pretty good at comforting Stoggs , if I do say so myself .

i can help, too! i’m pretty fast.

Yeah, we KNOW.

I’ll Try To Help , Too !

i am NOT going near that thing

Come On , Mondo ! Awdajeeo Needs Our Help .

i

(Toorie gives Mondo a look that says “please.”)

(Mondo, being the simp he is, falls for Toorie’s face.)

fine

Great ! Let’s Go , Then !

I can tell this is going to be, uh, yeah. I’ll just stop typing now.

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i finished this in a rush bcs it’s late at night hhhhhhhh,,,,,,,,,,, sorry-

also this is the image Dizzie spam-posted on Flitz’s account

-Mod Jimmy 🗣️

#msm #my singing monsters #msm au #my singing monsters au #furcorn #furcorn msm #pompom #pompom msm #mammott #mammott msm #Kayna #Kayna msm #stogg #stogg msm #ffidyll #Ffidyll msm #ahralliday #ahralliday msm