#staring at ceiling and contemplating existence

[yesimwriting]

Felix would wear best friend!readers shirts as crop tops

a/n the more i think about this, the realer it is,, here's a little shirt borrowing drabble to tide you all over as i finish a longer request

also pls excuse any typos,, currently have to write with a wrist brace 😭

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"Oh my god."

Felix is leaning against the doorframe with an ease that implies nothing but innocence. His eyebrows pull together. "What?"

Despite his easy going demeanor, the last syllable of his question has his voice pitching upwards. The smile tugging at the edge of his lips confirms your suspicions. He knows. "You know what."

"I'm just waiting to be invited in."

You glare, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He leans closer, eyes begging you to believe that he has no idea what you're implying. With a sigh, you step back.

Felix accepts the space you provide, entering your room. You move to sit at the foot of your bed. "You're unbelievable."

He grins fully, sitting next to you. "What?" Felix sets a hand against your knee. "My shirt?"

"My shirt," you correct, "My favorite shirt, that I've been looking for."

Felix's thumb brushes against the start of your thigh. He already knew that this was one of your favorites, which was part of its appeal, but you have to be exaggerating. He's only had this shirt for a few days, and you hadn't mentioned anything.

He leans back, the too short fabric stretching with the motion, exposing more of his lower torso. It's not a scandalous amount of skin, but it's suggestive enough to have you keeping your focus on your lap. "No you haven't."

You scoff, ignoring the warmth attempting to crawl up your neck, "What do you mean 'no I haven't'?"

Felix fully relaxes, his back flat against your bed. "I've had it for days, and you haven't--"

"Days?" You turn your head, giving yourself a moment to just glare at him before laying down."So not only did you steal it, you remember when you took it?"

He tilts his head, looking at you through his lashes. "Stealing? Is that what we're calling it?"

You sigh. "Next time, just tell me before you take something."

Felix shifts onto his side, moving his hand to pinch the excess fabric of your shirt between his fingers. "Like you told me before taking this?"

Oh. You blink, lighthearted annoyance morphing into something more concrete. He's not wrong, technically. You are wearing one of his shirts, but it's not like it was intentional. Today, your priority had been being comfortable. It's not your fault he owns some of the softest shirts to ever exist and...it happened to smell nice. Comforting. Like Felix.

His fingers are still playing with the hem of your shirt. "You gave it to me awhile ago. It's different."

He twists the fabric, the material shifting enough to reveal the start of your hip. Felix hums in pretend contemplation. "Really? I gave it to you?"

"Yes."

Felix's fingertips brush against the newly expose skin. The contact is light, a barely there thing that makes it hard to keep breathing evenly. You turn your head, taking in Felix's appearance. The shirt's smaller on him than on you, more form fitting around his chest and arms than yours, and shorter. It doesn't look bad, though, if anything...

You straighten your neck, focusing your gaze on the ceiling. "It does look good on you."

"Yeah?" His grin is audible. "How good?"

You roll your eyes. "You already know you're hot, you don't need me to say it."

Oh. No. You feel your mistake instantly.

Felix's hand settles against your hip. "You think I'm hot?"

Despite the heat making its way up your chest, you continue to stare ahead. "I think that we're not in middle school and that this doesn't have to be a thing."

"No, not a thing, just two hot people--talking, stealing each other's clothes."

You groan. Felix laughs, his thumb dragging across your skin. He's insufferable. "I'm never being nice to you again."

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[koishua]

you're my hom(m)e — choi yeonjun.

notes: enough domesticity and fluff to rot this country's teeth. my late late val's day gift <3 pretty short but what's new. if you like it then pls pls pls leave a forehead kiss for me bc i have an exam and need moral support. if you don't then pls leave one anyway bc ur cute i bet anyways bye

home has a name and it's choi yeonjun. it's when you're here and he is there, far away, and yet his voice, even through the phone, is still more than enough to chase your fears away. when he calls you and your name slips past his lips and you can feel the desperation— the yearning— and when his heart breaks at the sound of your silence behind the line, because he knows that you're crying and he knows that you don't want him to hear how painful the time apart has been for you.

home is choi yeonjun when he is back by your side again, arms wrapped tightly around you, clinging onto your presence like he's been depraved of it for longer than eternity. it's when he cradles the back of your head to the nape of his neck and when the grip of his arm around your waist becomes stronger after you tell him that you miss him. home is wherever with yeonjun. not the apartment you'd been renting ever since you'd moved out to study, being there through everything with you even before a tall, charming, and silly man named choi yeonjun existed in your life.

home is yeonjun (yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun yeonjun— God, you hope you'll always get to say that same name with all of the love and affection in the universe, long after the last star burns out and fizzles out into nothing) when sunlight filters through your curtains and you wake up to see his sculpted face all puffy, pillow marks on his cheek from how long he'd stayed laying on his side to face you, not that you look all that better, but he'd disagree. it's when you can lay there and count the lashes brushing over the skin right under his eyes, having enough time to observe his every feature in great detail. home is whenever yeonjun's eyes flutter open and an immediate toothy smile forms on his well-rested face, you brushing away the hair over his forehead to place a chaste kiss there and wherever else you manage to catch before he feels ticklish and traps you in his arms.

home is choi yeonjun (gosh, his name is so beautiful and you're pretty sure from the odd way your heart beats, that somewhere on that bundle of tender and tired muscle his name is etched and carved into it), because he knows where your ice cream scoop is whenever you feel down and you crave the company of a cold treat. it's him, because whenever you look up at your ceiling, there are stars glowing in the dark in the shape of your favourite constellations ("if you're going to wake up in the middle of the night to contemplate on life and don't want to call me, you can at least stare at a ceiling that's not dreadful and boring"). it's yeonjun, because he loves it when you laugh at his stories about his day and he loves it even more when you tell him about how a bird flew inside the cafe you'd been working on writing a paper at and how it landed in your table and how the owner had to chase it away and they'd accidentally destroyed your cheesecake in the process, offering you a new one apologetically.

home is choi yeonjun, because on the day you'd agreed to have a home date because of your conflicting and busy schedules, he'd made it to you in time despite the raging storm and pouring rain, drenched from head to toe ("the car broke down and i had to take the train, but then i realized that i didn't have my card with me, so i had to run. i'm sorry if I'm late."). home is everything that reminds you of him, even the coffee mug he'd seen at a flea market and bought, because he'd thought that the spots on the ceramic looked like your childhood pet parrot.

choi yeonjun is home, he simply is.

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[beomie3]

drive - choi yeonjun

pairing: best friend! yeonjun x reader

summary: life at home isn't the easiest, so one night you sneak out with your best friend yeonjun and he takes you on a late night drive.

content: best friends to lovers, late night drive & ocean vibe, fluff, some angst, mild cursing, tender embraces, sweetheart yeonjun <3

wc: 2.6k

♬ soundtrack:

otw - khalid

drive all night - joan

made in hollywood - lany

drive - glades

racetrack - carwash

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your eyes: puffy, swollen, and red. cheeks tight from layers of dried tears as you stare up at the glow-in-the-dark star-speckled ceiling of your bedroom.

you hear your parents yell at one another from your bed and a small stream of fresh tears pave their way along the dried ones of your cheeks, turning up the volume of your music to drown out the racket.

it's 11 pm and it's all pouring out of you now. tears, stifled cries. you lay alone; the only being to comfort you is your dog, who tries to get up from her place on the floor when she hears your heavy breathing and sniffles you so direly try to keep down.

you feel that you can't get any of these emotions out to your parents because they'll make a big deal out of it — make you feel that feelings like yours don't and shouldn't exist within you. as if they are ones to talk.

each night you listen to them bicker and argue; feelings of despair only welling up inside you over the years.

trapped within your own home and emotions, having to deal with all of them on your own; having no real outlet except for your tear-stained pillow, some tissues, and your own voice in your head conversing with itself, practically screaming it wants you to get out of the house. get away from it all.

you feel like your life is complete shit, wallowing away in the nagging pit of loneliness caused by never opening up to anyone.

well, maybe not anyone.

and just like you summoned him, your phone dings. you found yourself with a sliver of hope that it might be someone instead of just another dumb instagram notification.

the name yeonjun🦊 on your phone screen brings that sliver of hope to your night. texting or talking to your best friend would surely distract you from the shit show happening in the room over.

🦊: attatchment: 1 video

you clicked the message open, finding a video of your dark-blue-haired boy dancing to his current favorite song as it had come on the radio as he was at a red light; a smile immediately spreading across your face like a wildfire.

you watched him lip-sync the words to otw by khalid perfectly, nodding his head energetically along with the beat. some part of you wished you were there. right there next to him singing along.

you: wish i was there xx

you lay back on your bed, phone face down on your chest as you sighed. contemplating whether or not you should dump all of these pent up emotions onto yeonjun, like you sometimes did because you knew he was always there to listen. he was the only one that you trusted with your deepest, darkest secrets and emotions, anyway.

a small smile crept onto your face at the memory of him in the video; he always helped cheer you up. your phone vibrated on your chest so you picked it up again.

🦊: attatchment: 1 photo

a photo of... your house??? you nearly tripped over a pile of laundry as you jumped out of your bed at lightning speed, peeking out of your blinds to find yeonjun's black mercedes parked right outside. you profusely typed on your phone screen, smile burning on your cheeks, heart racing.

you: yeonjun my parents will kill me!!

🦊: they don't have to know...

and with that, you muffled a laugh with the back of your hand. you literally would do anything to get out of your house right now. it was like he could read your mind. thank you, junie. you mentally thanked him as you quickly tied your shoes, pulling a sweatshirt on and locking your door.

you giggled, realizing that the prior video of him lip-syncing the lyrics i’ll be on the way was meant to be taken literally.

you quietly pushed open your window, gingerly sliding your body out of the little space that it allowed. once you landed on your feet and tip-toed over to the black car where he awaited, a burst of adrenaline kicked in.

you finally felt free.

~

the fresh scent of his car, his glistening smile in the passing street lamps, the comfort of his presence next to you alongside the leather seat you nestled in; you couldn't wipe the smile off your face even if you tried.

"you seriously rescued me, jun," you hugged his arm as a greeting, quickly securing your seatbelt before he drove off into the quiet neighborhood.

"yeah? how's everything going tonight?" he flicked his eyes over to you, half a smile on his lips. yeonjun knew all about your situation at home with your parents; he's known you since your family was once happy and that was years ago.

"i think i heard plates shatter again," you sighed, rolling the window down to trail your fingers through the wind.

"jesus, y/n. i'm so sorry," you felt his eyes upon you as you watched distant neighborhoods out the window grow smaller. although your home life did indeed suck, right now, it all melted away. it felt good to escape from it all.

you looked over at a worried-looking yeonjun, giving his leg a gentle pat. "i'll be okay," you smiled, and he looked back at you briefly; eyes holding yours gently.

through all the years, he couldn't fathom how you handled all of this and still kept that bright smile on your face. how you even mustered up the courage to say it'll all be okay. he slightly smiled, nodding at your reassurance. he promised himself to be here for you. always.

"enough about me, where we headed?" you leaned back in your seat, legs propped up, getting comfortable in the cool leather. it's like the seat had molded to your body with how much you sat in it.

"that's for me to know and for you to find out," he grinned, keeping focus on the road, slightly wincing when you lightly punched him on the arm. his laughter filled the car like music to your ears.

"fine. but we need some music," you cranked up the car volume, rocking your head with the beat, hand out the window to feel the soft air against your skin. drive all night by joan seemed to fit the scene perfectly as it reverberated through the car.

"now this is what i'm talking about." you began to feel your body melt into the seat as your shoulders relaxed, your breathing slow and rhythmic. you already felt happier, calmer; how you always felt with yeonjun.

he turned the volume up a bit more when another of your favorite songs came on -- knowing you'd always blast this song in your earbuds. he drove you through the dark city with the windows down, music blasting as you sing along with it and absolutely jam.

you couldn't help but glance over at him as he drove and sang to the song with his entire soul. driving with one hand, dark blue hair parting over his eyes mysteriously as his beautiful smile beamed like the moon high in the sky.

"i think a late night drive calls for..."

"icecreammm!" you completed his sentence and he could almost feel your smile radiating from next to him. he knew ice cream would cheer you up because it always did.

and so he drove you, fuzzy socks up on the dash as you leaned back in the seat, occasionally looking over at yeonjun as he eyed you when your favorite song blasted through the speakers, both singing it so loudly.

something about him; the way he sits so confidently and focuses on the road, effortlessly and also multitasking; driving with one hand while holding an imaginary microphone in the other and singing so beautifully into it.

you felt a weird sensation in your chest, something you hadn't felt in such a long time; a sparkle that spread into your stomach and made your cheeks grow warm. butterflies.

~

yeonjun had driven you to the beach, the most popular beach in the city known for its ice cream shop that stayed open extra late. it was one of your favorite places.

the ocean at night was rather eerie you admitted, but something about it; pitch black and mysterious, only making itself known through the sound of water folding and crashing together. it made your heart race. similar to the giddy boy next to you.

"so you'll eat half of my ice cream but won't let me taste yours??" yeonjun laughed, eyes nearly closed from smiling, pearly white teeth on full display. you swear your cheeks hurt with how much you smiled, almost as if he was healing something within you that hadn't seen light in years.

the light of his smile. it cured you.

you turned your back to him in a faux pout, waiting for him to wrestle his ice cream cone out of your hand. and boy did he ever, wrapping his arms around you from behind so that the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his button up engulfed you, nearly picking you up off the ground.

you freed yourself from his grasp and began running, both barefoot through the sand, shoes and socks long abandoned by the dock.

the sea spray was chilly at this hour, subtly misting your skin after each crash at the shore, cold water barely skimming your feet.

"yaaaaa!" he yelled after you, his pretty laugh ringing through the air as he ran as fast as he could behind you, arms out and yearning to grasp at your shirt.

at last he grabbed a hold of you, causing the two of you to topple to the soft sand, sending his ice cream cone flying out of your grasp and it was too late to be saved. but right now, it was the least of your worries when yeonjun landed right on top of you, tension suddenly rising as his nose was only inches from yours.

it felt like an eternity passed as he just hovered over you, eyes flicking to each of your eyes. your breath hitched in your throat, pupils dilated and not daring to look any place other than the depths of his brown eyes.

it wasn't until his eyes flicked down to your lips that you felt the butterflies in your stomach multiply by a thousand, face growing hot at the sheer tension.

you couldn't help but travel your gaze down to admire his plush lips, knowing that this wasn't the first time you looked at them and wondered what they would feel like on yours.

his finger gently tucked away a strand of stray hair from of your face, thumb sweeping over the plush of your bottom lip and you knew what you wanted in this moment. what you've wanted since you stepped foot into his car and realized there wasn't anyone who understood you like this beautiful boy.

lifting your head from the sand, you crashed your lips to his and nearly had mistaken them for a velvet pillow, the way they immediately engulfed yours without surprise like his lips were made for yours and yours only.

he subtly pulled away, gazing into your eyes with a certain tenderness, not one hint of uncertainty in his eyes. you smiled and the corners of his mouth tugged upward, the prettiest smile you’d seen making itself present.

the sound of waves crashing beside you, moonlight illuminating the beautiful man above you, his warmth pressed to your chest and engulfing you entirely.

he lowered himself fully onto you, a hand in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours again, the kisses pure and passionate, exploring one another’s hair and face with gentle touches.

in this moment, you realized you didn't want to kiss anyone ever again. just him, eternally.

~

"junie, see that star?" you both lay on the soft sand, tousling yeonjun's silky hair as he lay his head on your stomach, both looking up at the speckled night sky.

after hours of deep talks, a few kisses and long embraces in between, this moment felt surreal; like you and him were always meant to share more than just a friendly relationship. this just felt so right.

that said, you were also clueless as to what time it even was. it could be 1am or it could be 4am. right now, it was the least of your worries.

"which one? there's so many..." he squinted his eyes in search of this mystery star you so wanted him to see. you couldn't help but laugh, realizing he probably isn't looking at the same star as you, lightly ruffling his hair at his cuteness.

"i wish i could just live with you," you sighed, absolutely hating the thought of having to go back home in several hours so that your parents wouldn't discover you missing.

he looks up at you, a subtle pout on his lips. he didn't want to leave you just as much, knowing that his heart will break a little when you get out of his car and trudge back into your room just to face the depressing reality of your home life.

the time you spent together was always an escape, a safe place, a time you got to truly unwind and be yourselves. he looked over at you, knowing that one day he'll make the time you spend in this safe place together permanent.

"one day." he reaches up to grab your hand that rested atop his head, interlacing your fingers with his. the sound of that, you and your best friend one day getting to live under the same roof; it gave you the hope that you needed to get through each day leading up to it.

finally checking his phone at 4am and deciding he wanted to take you one last place before driving you back home, the two of you were on the road again.

he took the long route, passing by large mountains and cliffs that overlooked the ocean, watching the orange glow bleed into the sky as the sun was beginning to rise.

yeonjun pulled over at the top of the highest cliff by the ocean, taking your hand and pulling you so that your feet were nearly at it's edge.

looking over the edge took your breath away; this altitude, knowing that if you took another step you'd be dead. but knowing that if you stayed right where you are, you'd stay in the warm embrace of your comfort boy.

the wind blew gently across the ocean, creating subtle ripples and waves, the rising sun reflecting off of the water like a mirror. you both just stood there in awe of the sea, listening to its lull from where you stood and melting into his tender embrace of you from behind.

"this beautiful view. this is what it feels like to be with you," yeonjun's voice rung out softly behind your ear, just loud enough for you to hear. you felt his eyes on you even though you couldn't see him, both smiling as the wind blew your hair softly.

slightly turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, your eyes met his, lost in their dark brown depths. you pulled him in, kissing his lips like it was the last.

in this moment, you felt what it meant to be alive.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

a/n: as always i appreciate you so much for reading :)) and thank you, with my ENTIRE heart, for 400 followers!!!! u all literally mean so much to me 🫶

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[blueautumngrave]

“Loose bolt of a complete machine” this, “half doomed, half semi sweet” that. You wanna know what gets me about Disloyal Order? What makes me want to scream? What makes me gnaw on my bed posts? What makes me slowly get down on the ground and contemplate my whole existence while staring at the popcorn ceiling of my room? The line, “P-p-painted dolls in the highway, truck stop stalls, a lot of lizard scales cool your nightlife moods”. That, that is what makes me just stand and stare every time I hear it. That’s the line I constantly rewind and listen to on repeat. No one talks about it. No one.

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[hellaarknight]

In every universe

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . * Pairing: Chuuya x femreader Warnings: None Genre: Fluff * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

‘’ Love? Do you think we met each other in every other universe? ’’ Chuuya stopped writing on the stack of documents in front of him and raised his head, his eyes lingering on his lover. She was looking at the ceiling, the book long forgotten on her chest.

‘’ Why do you ask? ’’

She took a deep breath, then looked at him with sadness in her eyes. ‘’ I just think it would be sad if there is a version out there who does not have you by her side, you know? With you I feel safe and loved, but what if there is a me out there who does not have the same privilege? To receive one of your warm hugs or your sweet kisses. What if she struggles alone out there? ‘’

Chuuya contemplated for a bit, there was no right answer to this. For a few seconds, he thought of a pitiful version of himself who had not met her, the one who was now sitting in his office in the middle of the night, keeping him company because he had so much work on his plate.

‘’ Honestly love, I don’t know. But if there is, don’t you think she would be happy for you? That at least one version of herself has someone loving by her side? ‘’ He, as well, thought about the boy who did not have the luck to meet you out there in the universe and felt heartbroken. But, he was grateful to have you here, in this reality and if all his versions were at least a bit similar with him, then he knew deep down that the ginger boy was happy for him.

‘’ I suppose you are right… But still, it brings me a bit of melancholy for her. Sorry, I interrupted you from work with my silly questions. ’’ She gave the man a smile while staring at his handsome figure. Chuuya rose slowly from his chair, walked over to her, scrunched beside the sofa, and pecked at his lover's cheek.

‘’ No need to be sorry, I’m the one grateful to have you here when you should actually be sleeping. ’’ He caressed her face and then with his thumb brushed her lips. ‘’ What do you say? I think that maybe we should call it off for tonight hmm? Then, if you want, we can talk about how in every universe where we do meet, we are the cutest and most beautiful couple in existence? ‘’

She blushed slightly at his words ‘’ You’re cocky, do you know that? ‘’

He chuckled while getting closer to her lips whispering just before he placed a sweet kiss ‘’ Yeah, that’s because from all the universes in existence, I get to have you in this one. ‘’ * . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . ** . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

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[rebelliousstories]

Sugarplums

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Donnie Darko x Reader

Fandom: Donnie Darko

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Medication

Word Count: 581

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Do sugarplums even exist? Has anyone ever had one? Donnie surely didn’t think so.

“What do sugarplums have to do with Christmas?” Donnie wondered aloud, laying down on his bed. His girlfriend was laying next to him, reading a book, but was somewhat tuned into her boyfriend’s rambling. She cast her eyes over to the side at his question.

“What?” She was genuinely confused with how this was what he landed on to wonder about.

“Sugarplums. Do they even exist or are they like, an expression of Christmas?” Donnie stared up at the ceiling, genuinely pondering the existence of sugarplums. Her boyfriend was pondering the existence of sugarplums. How did she end up here? She set her book down on her chest as she watched him.

“Honey, did you take your meds?” She asked, not wanting to sound rude. But Donnie still stared at the ceiling, and nodded.

“Yeah. Of course I did. Now are sugarplums a thing?” He was serious. She let out a deep sigh and rolled up onto her elbow to look at her boyfriend in the face. Only then, did he cast his eyes towards her face.

“Yes, Donnie. Sugarplums are a real thing. They’re enjoyed by a lot of families during Christmas. Why do you ask?” Her eyes scanned over his face, looking for any sign that he was on a different plane of existence, but was pleased when she found he was there with her.

“I’ve just never seen them. Ya know, I haven’t even seen anyone talk about them except in some Christmas carols, or like the nutcracker ballet.” Donnie commented. She chuckled lightly at her boyfriend’s ramblings, but it soon developed into actual, full blown laughter the more she thought about her current situation. Donnie, not knowing why she was laughing but feeling the contagion, started to lightly chuckle.

“What? What’s so funny?” He asked, watching his girlfriend try to recover and calm herself down, but failing miserably. It took a few more minutes for her to calm down enough that she could talk.

“Nothing, I just- it’s… you do realize how funny this sounds right? You’re contemplating the existence of something that random.” She beamed as Donnie started to laugh.

“I’m serious! I want to know if they exist.” He took one of the hands from behind his head and rested it along his lover’s cheek, admiring how her hair provided a halo complete with the lamp that coincidentally lit her up from behind.

“Would you like to go make some?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow up. Donnie got really excited at this request.

“You know how to make them?” He wondered; he started to look like a kid in a candy store.

“No, but I have plenty of cookbooks we can use. A lot of Christmas in specific too. I’m sure we can find one that has a recipe.” Donnie did not wait for her to explain any further before he grabbed her arms and hauled them off the bed together. She let out a startled yelp as they tumbled towards the ground. He bracketed his arms around her body and leaned his head down to meet hers.

“Well, let’s go!” His excited statement shocked her just a little bit, but followed after Donnie as he stood and proceeded to grab her hand to drag her towards the kitchen.

Safe to say that after a little while of making them, and a trip to the grocery store, Donnie no longer doubted the existence of the small, sugary Christmas treats. In fact, he rather liked them.

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[mythorhuman]

She was a Bennett witch. "Was" being the operative word here. Bonnie could barely remember being a normal teenage girl. Normal teenage girls don't entertain phone calls from immortal serial killers with a thirst for blood. Normal teenage girls run from dangerous men and keep their distance from such evil. Normal teenage girls aren't willing to make a deal with the devil for their own profit.

Unfortunately, Bonnie was not normal and her devil was Klaus Mikaelson. It's just another secret to keep from her friends. She's still a little hurt that her death went completely unnoticed. It's low risk, high reward. Strictly business. Nothing more, nothing less. And the lies she tells herself keep adding up.

Bonnie stared at the ceiling as she laid on the bed of her dorm. Instead of contemplating her existence in peace, her cell kept ringing. Whoever it was, kept calling every five minutes, and the ringing drove her crazy. What could her friends want? If it was an emergency, she was worthless. Without magic, what help would she be? It probably wasn't a friend. They wouldn’t care enough to check in on her. Her grimoire was almost useless to Bonnie, but she would never get rid of it. Magic was a part of her, even if she couldn't feel her connection to nature anymore. Why was her phone still ringing? Ugh, telemarketers are an everyday evil magic can't solve.

In annoyance, she reached over and answered the phone, unable to hide the irritation in her voice. "Bonnie Bennett," she spat out as a greeting.

"Glad to hear you're alive, love." Oh, shit. She knew that she shouldn't have bothered picking up the phone. She finally had a person to blame. "Bennett witches are exceptionally resilient," the voice responded, and Bonnie could hear him grinning.

"Klaus, how did you get this number?" she growled in aggravation. "Why are you calling me?"

"Does a man need a reason to call his old ally?" his smug voice questioned. Bonnie noted that he was avoiding the question. How childish for a man that is one thousand years old.

#this is my first fic in a decade #fic: mountain high #bonnie bennett #klaus mikaelson #klonnie #bonnie x klaus #klaus x bonnie #klonnie fanfic #coming soon #written by lee

[catslvrr]

heaven sent — 00. prologue

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You were never the type to believe in superstitions.

But as you stared at the document you had open, completely blank (excluding your name) with the cursor blinking, as if mocking you, you started to seriously consider Minji’s suggestion.

(“Bro, you will not believe what happened to me today.”

“I’m not sure if I want to know,” you said, noisily slurping up your instant noodles.

“No, trust me, you do. So yesterday, I saw this post on Twitter that said if you write down a wish on a piece of paper three times, put it under your pillow, and then recite that wish at exactly 11:11, it’ll come true.”

You barely flinched as she slammed the table.

“I wished for a hundred bucks. And guess what?” She grinned smugly as she waved a bill in your face. “I found this lying on the floor before class.”

“So what?” You shrugged. “It’s just a lucky coincidence.”

“No, bro,” she whined. “It’s real. You should try it. Get yourself a girlfriend or something, you’re so grumpy all the time.”

“Even if it is true,” you glared at Minji as she reached over to eat some of your noodles. “Why would you wish for only a hundred bucks? You should’ve asked for a million dollars or something, dumbass.”

“I didn’t know it was real until today,” she puffed her cheeks, then proceeded to slam her head on the table. “I probably wasted my one wish.”

She looked up after a minute and pouted. “Can you please wish for it?”

“Find someone else to do it,” you waved your hand dismissively, making your way back to your room. “Enjoy the noodles, you scab. I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Your loss!” She called out, mouth full of (your) noodles. “I’m the one a hundred bucks richer.”)

You slumped back in your chair in defeat, running your fingers through your hair.

I’m running on two hours of sleep, and I’m never gonna finish this essay anyway. What do I have to lose?

You ripped a piece of scrap from the DoorDash takeaway bag sitting on your desk. Uncapping a pen with your teeth, you thought about what to write.

What the hell do I wish for? My essay to magically write itself? Nah, that’d be a waste of a wish.

After a few minutes of pondering, you messily scribbled three lines: ‘I want to be happy. I want to be happy. I want to be happy.’

You glanced at your laptop. Huh, it’s 11pm. Perfect timing.

You slid the note under your pillow and flopped onto your bed, scrolling through TikTok to pass the time.

As soon as the clock hit 11:11, you sat up.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.

You sighed, scratching your head before saying,

“I want to be happy.”

Your breath hitched in anticipation.

“...”

To no one’s surprise, absolutely nothing happened. You scoffed, falling back onto the bed, rubbing your face in frustration.

Of course nothing would happen. Why did I think it would work?

You shut your eyes, feeling exhaustion wash over you. Whatever happens to that essay is up to God now.

You lay still for a few minutes, eventually tossing and turning as you tried to sleep. But all you could think about was the stupid essay. You groaned as you sat up again, grabbing your laptop.

“Fuck uni.”

At least this is my last assignment before the break.

You ended up staying up all the way to five in the morning, downing an ungodly amount of energy drinks in a desperate attempt to finish off the essay.

You woke up to the sound of I Like to Move It from Madagascar blasting in your ear.

(Minji thought it would be funny to change your alarm ringtone to it, and you never bothered to change it back.)

You groaned, flipping over to check your phone to see no new notifications. You stared vacantly at your ceiling as you contemplated your life choices.

I got one hour of sleep. Why do 7am classes exist? Whoever came up with that idea should be tried for crimes against humanity.

Eyes half open, you shuffled your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth, passing Minji’s room on the way. Her door was left ajar and she was nowhere to be seen. I’ll never understand how she wakes up every morning to go on a run.

Just as you were about to enter the bathroom, you noticed a girl in your living room. She was focused on a bookshelf, a curious expression on her face.

Who the fuck is that?

You rubbed your eyes and squinted. She was still standing there, running her fingers along the spines of the books.

I must be seriously sleep-deprived if I’m hallucinating a very pretty girl. Yeah, no, not doing this today. It’s the last class of the semester anyway. That 7am class can shove a stick up its ass.

You briskly walked back to your room and face-planted on your bed, instantly knocking out.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

[mazeinthemiroh]

Can I request a txt version of sleeping together on the same bed for the first time reaction? Thanks!

txt reactions to sleeping with their s/o for the first time

genre: fluff, slight crack

word count: 0.5k

warning: none

please like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

soobin

he's a shy one, we know this. "i hope the bed is comfy for you", "do you want any more pillows?" he's very attentive, partly because he is nervous and wants to make a really good impression on you. overall, he has no idea what to do with himself. he's a bit of a fidgeter; he's got long limbs and can never quite get comfortable. and the fact that he is sharing the same bed with you for the very first time doesn't help either. he ends up in a really uncomfortable position and just stays there in fear that he is making you lose sleep. he's so endearing, you gotta love him <3

yeonjun

he's nervous and excited. he's trying to figure out how to act with you but he's just being himself at the end of the day. compliments your pyjamas. starts talking to you about random things. he takes this intimate situation as an opportunity to get to know you better! you guys stay up talking to each other and laughing about random things. he's surprised how he actually finds it easier to talk to you in this unusual circumstance. he thought he'd be more nervous but the fact that you are laughing and continuing the conversation gives him hope.

beomgyu

he's quite wholesome, actually. you'd think he'd be more hyper, as he usually presents himself. he's actually a little shy! while part of him feels the need to impress you and maintain full energy, he's aware that it's time to just relax and unwind. it must be daunting for you to have to sleep in someone else's bed, so he tries to make your stay as comfortable as possible. he's on his best behaviour!! he even brings in a hot chocolate for you. probably stays up on his phone until you fall asleep next time him. you've seen a gentler side to him, for sure.

taehyun

he's cool about it. kind of awkward at first; he just lays dead straight like🧍in bed and just stares at the ceiling as if contemplating his existence. just give him a nudge and start a conversation with him and he loosens up pretty quick. he just wants to try to make you as comfortable as possible. he is likely to stay up to read a book or something, partly because he's been getting really into it but secretly he wants to make sure you get to sleep okay :( he's very considerate and caring without you even knowing

hueningkai

he's so awkward LMFAOOO like i don't think you fully understand. he literally can't function. first of all, he has to push all of his plushies on the floor just to make room for you on his bed although he might give you one to cuddle up to and then once you both are in bed, he has his back to you because he thinks you would feel more comfortable that way. you know he's panicking. even if you try to relax him by initiating conversation, he usually mumbles in response or chuckles shyly if you make a joke. probably won't get any sleep from fear of embarrassment of snoring or something. if you end up cuddling into him he would feel so reassured :(( must protect at all costs <//3

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[cy6err]

Fallen — W.S.

Pairings: Walker Scobell x Fem!Reader (YouTuber)

Warnings: Angst, not proofread!

Summary: You and Walker have been falling apart in your relationship, so you decided to take him on a date to the summer carnival. However, things didn’t go according to plan.

A/N: Proof of existence, but this song has been everywhere for me and it’s just… ugh. So, I have decided to do a little angsty fic. :) This took two weeks to write because I had NO motivation…

Make sure to send requests! Love you 🤍

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You and Walker had a good relationship and kept a good balance with him filming and you doing your small YouTube career, and were always supportive of each other.

However, once he got into the season more within the Disney show ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’, you couldn’t help but feel jealous whenever he invited Leah over for your dates hang outs.

You loved Leah, she was sweet, funny, and knew how to keep things straight and well done. So, you didn’t really mind it as much when she would tag along, you ended up having fun at the end of the day.

But when things got more serious, Walker had been distancing himself from you.

Whenever you would text him, he would either leave you on read, or spend hours upon hours to write back. Being upset would be an understatement, you were livid and disappointed; you wanted to spend time or try to have a small conversation with your boyfriend, only to be let down.

Walker was at your house, finally convincing him to come over when you shouldn’t really have to. You were supposed to film that day, but decided not to because you were too happy to finally hang out with the blond.

He sat on your bed, his back against the headboard as he scrolled through his phone, occasionally texting his friends. You sat by him, talking about your day and wanting to catch up with him, but he didn’t seem like he was paying attention.

“Walker, are you listening?” You sigh, your hands falling to your lap in defeat. He picks up his head at the sound of his name being called, a faint, sheepish smile on his face. “Sorry, not really. I was texting Leah and Aryan about our upcoming hang out on Saturday.”

You look at him a bit confused, mostly shocked at his words. Walker mirrors your look, but more confused than shocked. “What?”

“You said you’d be staying with me the whole weekend since you’re going to be in Vancouver for a while?” You say, clearly stumped.

Walker gives a look of apology, his small smile turning into a frown. “Oh, I’m sorry love. I completely forgot about that, I can cancel the plans and-“

You cut him off, shaking your head. “No! It’s fine, you have fun with your friends.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, still concerned. “I’m sure.”

He nods, kissing your cheek and getting back to what he was doing in his phone as you lie down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

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While your boyfriend was in Vancouver, you tried to text him as much as you could. Mostly talking about your day and even asking about him… yes, he would respond, but they’d be dry responses rather than his jokes and memes he’d usually send on a daily basis.

You: So, how’s Vancouver? Anything fun recently? Read 14:54

Today 09:01

Walker: hey yea it’s fun

You: Hey! Took you a while to respond, but that’s fine. How are you doing? I miss and love you :) 09:07

Today 16:23

Walker: busy I miss and love u 2

After that message, you’ve decided to just leave him alone, not wanting to bother him anymore. For the next couple of weeks, you’ve just been vlogging and doing your normal routine… well, without FaceTiming or texting Walker, of course.

But when you found out Walker had been finished with filming for a bit, you were puzzled and concerned on why he didn’t bother calling or texting you.

You’ve waited and waited for at least one text from him only to be let down, not like you were surprised.

Due to this, you’ve contemplated on either or not you should text him. Which you did, having a risky conversation with your boyfriend about your relationship. You procrastinated on the message. 30 minutes later, you were staring at the text before taking a deep, shaky breath and hitting send.

Today 13:03

You: Hey, can we talk?

Walker: yea what’s up? 13:12

You: I just feel like you’ve been ignoring me lately, did I do something wrong? 13:13

Walker: no, what makes you think that you did? 13:28

You: You’ve been super dry lately and take forever to respond, it makes me question things. 13:34

Walker: oh things like what? 13:49

You: Do you still want this relationship? I don’t want to keep putting the effort into it if I don’t get anything in return. 13:51

That’s when Walker responded almost instantly.

Walker: of course i want this, i’m sorry. i’ve just been super busy, can i make it up to you?… 13:53

You: I would like that. There’s the carnival happening near my house, wanna go? It’s been a while since we’ve last been on an actual date. 13:57

After making the plans and setting a time, you happily lie down on your bed. Maybe this was your chance to fix things with him and finally catch up. Your mind filled with different scenarios and how it’ll turn out, thinking how fun it’ll be.

As they days went by, you grew more nervous than excited for the upcoming date that was around the corner. And when the day finally came, you picked out a comfortable outfit and got ready to go.

After your mom drove you to the carnival, you greeted Walker with a tight hug. He smiled at you and said a quick hello to your mom before following you into the entrance of the park.

-

You both went on a various amount of rides and played some games too, even winning a couple of stuff. But as time went on, Walker seemed more distracted on his phone rather than wanting to spend time with you.

You tried to play it off by playing a few more games and a couple of rides until you just couldn’t handle it anymore. “Walker, let’s get a snack. I’m a bit hungry.”

He nods, slipping his phone into his hoodie pocket and following you to a concession stand. He buys you a churro and vanilla ice cream, opting to share with you.

He sits beside you on a bench, a good view from the carnival that filled the night atmosphere with colorful lights and the smell of sweet food mixed. Playing with the paper that churro provided, you glance at Walker on his phone again.

“It’s cold, hm?” You softly said, rubbing your arms a bit to try and warm yourself up. Walker hums in response, not looking away from his phone.

You try to talk about something else only to be left on heard. Growing irritated, you speak a little louder. “Walker, are you even listening?”

He glances up at you, quickly turning off his phone. “What?”

“You’ve been ignoring me halfway into the date, you’re distracted on your phone!” You hissed, throwing your hands up in anger.

He looks at you confused and clears his throat, “I-I’m sorry, I just-“

“Are you cheating on me?” You cut him off, your heart was beating rapidly, scared of his reaction. He looks at you offended, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What? No! What makes you think that I am?” He asked, now growing a bit irritated. “You’ve been stuck on your phone, like I just said!”

Walker stayed quiet, not being able to come up with an excuse for his mistake. He swallowed hard, looking away, but this made you even more angry.

“Walker, talk to me! You didn’t even text me when you got back from Vancouver, I had to find out from instagram!” You shouted angrily, Walker quickly quieting you down as people began to look your way.

“Im sorry! I just— I didn’t feel like texting you…” he mumbles, playing with his hands.

“Why not? You could’ve just told me to leave you alone.” You try to reason with him, wanting to gauge out his feelings.

“I couldn’t-“ he was cut off yet again, “why not?”

“Because you’re sensitive!” he snaps, “You’re clingy, Y/N. Look, I love you, but you really need to know how to give space when in a relationship. I don’t need you glued on to me all the time.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes, a faint “what?” Leaving your lips.

Walker sighs, shaking his head. “And I feel like…like I’ve lost feelings for you because of it. I’m stressed with filming and school, it’s hard for me, okay?”

“I guess with all the traveling and distancing myself, I grew out of the relationship.” He adds, his face falling.

It was an awkward silence before you spoke up, “What are you saying?” You murmur, your heart breaking at his words.

He takes a deep breath, taking your hand in his. “Y/n, look, you’re beautiful, sweet, and kind. I just don’t think right now is the time for a relationship. I think it’s best if we break up.”

Your eyes widen, this wasn’t how your date was supposed to go. You wanted to fix things, not ends it. You try to shake your head in protest, “N-no, we can’t. I-I can…”

Walker lifts your chin up, looking at you sadly. “Please, Y/n. We can’t do this anymore, it’s just not the right time.”

Taking a shaky breath, you nod in agreement. “Okay, okay. I hope things go well for you with filming and school.”

Walker smiled and kissed your forehead, “Thank you, likewise. And maybe, when the time is right, we’ll meet each other again.”

He gives you one last, tight hug before saying goodbye, turning around and leaving. You just stood there, heartbroken but.:. Relieved. Relieved that you didn’t have to feel drained for a fallen relationship. You take a deep breath and smile slightly, calling your mom to pick you up.

Once you made it home, you brushed your teeth and got ready for bed. You changed your wallpaper and bio status, unfollowing him but not blocking. You out your phone down and lie back, staring at the ceiling as you thought about his words.

“maybe, when the time is right, we’ll meet each other again.”

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#Spotify #fanfic #fandom #walker scobell #pjo disney+ #pjo tv show #percy pjo #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo #pjo x reader #percy series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy.txt

[binah-beloved]

Book of You

Binah x Reader Library of Ruina Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: None

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The Floor of Philosophy smells like black tea and raindrops, fresh with the dew of evening mist, the kind that only appears at midnight under the light of the moon. Quiet and serene, with shelves filled to the brim with books, the eighth floor of the Library exists as a place of calm silence, stars twinkling against the ceiling. But you’re not here to see any of it. The assistant librarians often speculate how their patron spends her hours outside of observing battles- the few who deliver books to Binah report that they often see her drinking tea, sitting at her usual table with a peaceful, contemplative look on her face- although occasionally, the librarians whisper in hushed tones, they’ll catch her walking along the aisles, staring intently at the title of each book for a moment before moving on to the next. It seems as though she’s looking for something, they all muse, huddled in a circle. But what? Not something, but someone. You. Binah can hear her assistants’ whispers, no matter how quiet they try to be- it’s amusing to her, catching snippets of conversation and theories as she passes by, each more outlandish than the last. But they’re never quite right, always missing the fact that she’s searching for a living, breathing person instead of merely an object, the one assistant librarian who hasn’t awoken from slumber yet. She remembered you even when her mind was hazy from sleeping for so long- your smile, your laugh, the way you made her cold, deadened heart skip a beat. You had toiled away at the Corporation together for cycle after cycle and slowly, surely, she had grown attached, although she had tried to resist. Arbiters cannot form attachments, it’s a danger to their work and occupation.

But mostly, it was a danger to your well-being, and that had worried her the most. Binah recalled looking up at the light as Angela reformed everything and everyone, the Arbiter’s hand curled against your warmer one. She had glanced at you, gauging your reaction, and your exhausted appearance drew a droplet of concern from the well of emptiness within her, the shadows in your eyes more prominent than usual before Angela had snapped her fingers and everything vanished. With how tired you seemed, it’s reasonable that you’d want to stay asleep for as long as you could. Truly, it’s understandable. She tries to be understanding- really, she does- but Binah wants nothing more than to be selfish, to find your book and wake you up again because she misses you, more than she’s ever missed anything in the world. It’s lonely up here, in her floor, the skittish assistants not being much good for conversation- and she tries to be more welcoming! She invites everyone over for tea, for books, for a chat, but rarely does anyone take her up on the offer. They’re all still afraid of the Arbiter she once was. So Binah ends up alone, quietly sipping her tea and thinking, as she always does. And she decides that being lonely is dreadful, that she doesn’t like it much, and her search for you resumes even though the Library is endless, even though she’s looked for days without any luck, even though Angela once flatly told her that she might never find you, not ever. Even if it takes eternity, she’ll find you, and you’ll find her- Binah believes in nothing except for this. It’s late one afternoon, near the end of another day filled with fruitless searching, that her keen eyes spot something familiar. A book just like the others comes into view as she steps closer, except this time it’s scripted with a name she knows well on its spine, the elegant handwriting shining with silver ink as she carefully removes the novel from its shelf.

Your name. You. Her heart warms as she traces her fingers over the letters, holding your book with the lightest touch before setting it down on the ground. With deft movements Binah flips open the first few pages then steps back as light emanates from the book, your form appearing with the crackling snap of a thousand sparks. You yawn and blink tiredly, then turn your eyes towards the woman standing before you, and a small, genuine smile forms on Binah’s lips as you gasp in surprise. She looks a little different, with longer hair and different clothes- but so do you, your uniform crisper and less worn than it’s been in years, courtesy of a certain Library Director- and you look positively in awe over Binah’s new appearance. She lets out a soft chuckle and reaches a hand for you to take, her grip firm as she helps you to your feet, making sure you don’t stumble. Your eyes widen as you admire the Library, such a stark contrast from the cold metal of Lobotomy Corporation, but Binah’s hand gently tilts your chin so you’re facing her instead, needing to see your liveliness after so long with only books. For a moment you swear she hesitates, debating with herself before slowly pulling you into an embrace, arms wrapped securely around your waist, and you hug her back eagerly, mumbling that you missed her. Binah hums in quiet agreement, the stiffness of her shoulders easing away almost imperceptibly, and the Patron Librarian of the Floor of Philosophy is finally at peace.

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[rd0265667]

Wonyoung x Reader: On an evening in Roma

A/N:Here's the final part of my Wonyoung Fic, fluff because sometimes happy endings do exist.

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

Part 1~Part 2~Part 3a

"Yujin, we need to talk." The Company Representative said, Yujin nodding as she gestured for the girls, save for Wonyoung who had already left, to go and rest in the dorm "What's going on?" Yujin tried to ask as politely as she could, trying with all her might to hide her contempt. "What's wrong with Wonyoung? We've been getting so many negative comments about Wonyoung looking down or uninterested, the people are accusing the Company of mistreating Wonyoung! Can you believe that?" The representative bemoaned, Yujin raising an eyebrow at the comment. Was this representative a new hire? "Yeah, no way." Yujin dryly quipped, but once again, it went over the representative's head "Well, whatever it is, go deal with it." The representative left with a huff

Yujin rolled her eyes as soon as the representative was out of view, could the company really be so dense? She wasn't wrong though, and Yujin knew it. It got worse since you left. Wonyoung refused to leave her room unless it was for schedules, not even Gaeul could get her to eat anymore. Plates of food for her would go untouched, and there was no more spark in her eyes anymore.

Laying on her bed, Yujin stared at the ceiling, the parcel you had sent her laying to her side as she pondered her next course of action. Inside the parcel was a burner phone, in it a letter with an address in Italy, and one phone number, one Yujin assumed was yours, to call you in case of an emergency. Did this one count? Turning to face the phone, Yujin lightly ran her fingers across it, when suddenly, she felt her head throwback, a thought flashing through her head. The events of December the Second flashed across Yujin's mind, the funeral and your barricading of Dispatch, Leeseo's outburst, everything. Then, the name, "Xin" Bolting up from the horrible vision she had received, she quickly ran to Wonyoung's room "Wonyoung! Are you okay?" Yujin shouted, banging on the door desperately Getting no response, Yujin grew frantic, quickly barging into the room, looking around desperately, seeing Wonyoung laying on her bed. "Wony! Are you okay?" Yujin quickly moved toward Wonyoung, only stopping when Wonyoung turned, glaring at her. "I told you not to call me that. Y/N called me that." Wonyoung coldly replied, turning away "Please, Wonyoung, it was Y/N's choice..." Yujin tried to talk, only for Wonyoung to turn around, eyes burning in a rage. "You could have told me! I could have talked to them! I could have convinced them to stay! That we could work this all out!" Wonyoung screamed, hand gripped tight, Yujin turning away. "I didn't want to tell you this...but Wonyoung, I tried to keep Y/N here. The girls and I decided that if the two of you wanted to fight the company, we'd do it too." Yujin admitted, seeing Wonyoung deflate a little. "I wanted to fight too, but Y/N wanted to leave, they didn't want to ruin our careers. But I know the two of you, Wonyoung, and I know Y/N regrets it already." Yujin said, sitting next to Wonyoung as she processed what Yujin was saying. "I promise you we'll fight if we have to." Yujin said, before looking at the parcel in her hand, contemplating her next move, before she set the parcel on Wonyoung's bed, taking Wonyoung's hand in hers. "Wony, listen, I don't know what you want to do, but this is an option for you. I just want you to know that if you want to fight, the girls will fight with you." Yujin whispered as she reassuringly gripped Wonyoung's hand, before turning to leave the room. Wonyoung quickly tackled her into a hug, tears falling as she embraced the person she had long considered a sister "Thank you Yujin, I'm sorry." Wonyoung muttered through sobs, as Yujin patted her bag with a smile on her face, trying her best to stifle her tears. "What are you going to do now?" Yujin looked on in confusion as Wonyoung reached across the bed, grabbing her phone "Hi, this is Wonyoung. Could we move the event to another city?" "Rome, Italy."

"Thank you, come again!" You bowed, as you handed the elderly couple their drink, the two smiling as they bowed in return. Your shoulders deflated as they left the cafe, relaxing a little as you leaned on the counter behind you, your manager Andrea chuckling as she slid you a chair, allowing you to rest your legs "Thanks Andrea." You chuckle, wiping the sweat off your forehead. "You've adjusted pretty well so far. Never had an employee, especially a foreign one, assimilate so quickly. Tell you what, take the rest of the day off, take some time to explore the city, Rome is beautiful at night." Grateful for the rest, you bow to Andrea, turning to head for the back kitchen, changing out of your work clothes into a more relaxed fit. "So, Y/N, anyone special you're gonna bring out for a walk later? Fastest way to a girl's heart is a walk down the streets of Rome." Your heart panged at the thought of Wonyoung, but you pushed it down, smiling to Andrea as you shook your head. "I'm just saying Y/N, when in Rome." Andrea waved you off, and you were about to leave the cafe, before Andrea called for you. "Oh yeah! Before I forget, there's supposed to be some big event happening here soon, so just be prepared for higher than usual customer numbers." You flashed her a thumbs up, before leaving the cafe. Fingers trembling, you quickly put your gloves on, draping a scarf around your neck, rubbing your hands together as you walked down the street, admiring the burgeoning moon, shining so close. Sitting on a bench at a nearby park, you leaned back, watching as couples and lovers disappear two by two, enjoying a nice cup of expresso and sharing beautiful moments together. You missed that. "You seem to be feeling down, my friend, care to share your woes?" An elderly man sat beside you, seemingly noticing your forlorn look. "I just miss someone." You replied, angling your body towards your new friend "Whoever they are, they must be someone special." The elderly man commented, as you chuckled. "She's beyond special." You smile at just the thought of her, something not missed by the elderly man. "If I may ask, where is this special lady today?" The night you left her flashed before you again, sadness washing over you. "I had to leave her, for her sake, for her career." You confessed to the old man, who maintained a caring smile as he patted you on the back. "Life's too short to let anything stop love my friend. Take it from an old man who has seen too much, go to her. It'll all work out." The old man said, getting up from the bench, resting his hand on your shoulder with a reassuring grip. "The next time love knocks, answer." It was at this point that you noticed his ring was on his right ring finger, not his left. He followed your eyeline, so he just smiled as you looked at him sympathetically. "Like I said kid, answer." As the elderly man limped away, walking cane supporting his strut, you leaned back on the bench, his words echoing in your mind. Was leaving Wonyoung a mistake? Just then, as if on cue, you felt something you had hoped would never ring rustle in your pocket, panic bubbling in your chest. Taking out the burner phone, you saw a message "Y/N" In a hurry, you quickly replied to the message "Yujin? What's wrong? Did something happen to Wony?" The text bubble lingered for a short while, before another message came in. "Meet me by the fountain behind the building 2 blocks ahead." You tilted your head in confusion, you knew that fountain, it was one of the places you headed to when you needed a rest, but how did Yujin know?

"What?" "Come, Y/N, I'll be waiting near the seats." You got up from the bench, walking toward the fountain with haste as a thousand thoughts bombarded your mind. Approaching the fountain, you find the empty seats, looking around nervously as your hands trembled. What was so serious that Yujin had to come all the way to Rome to look for you? You froze as soon as you saw someone approach in the periphery, a familiar face sitting next to you, staring at the night sky "Wony? Wha-" You tried to talk but she quickly grabbed your hand, gently caressing it in hers as she looked to the sky. "You were right Y/N. Rome's night sky is beautiful." She whispered, leaning onto your shoulder. You'd think your mind would be overloading right now, but curiously enough, it all went silent. The two of you sat there in silence, looking up at the night sky, appreciating the stars and the breeze, the two of you only had each other, and that was enough. As Wonyoung laid her head on your shoulder, music began to fill the piazza, a flashmob exploded in front of you, melodious symphonies blasted from the speakers as couples all around the two of you waltzed about the piazza "May I have this dance?" Wonyoung asked with a cheeky grin, her hand extended to you as you looked at her with slight disdain "Wony, you know I have only one left foot right? I'm so bad that the other left foot doesn't exist." You quipped, Wonyoung rolling her eyes "When in Rome, do as the Romans do, Y/N" She said as she pulled you up, the two of you slow dancing under the moonlight, music guiding your movements as the two of you swayed, Wonyoung letting out a soft giggle as she saw you stumble over yourself, making sure to help balance you, the dance slowing down as Wonyoung put her hands down, instead wrapping it around you as your hands wrapped around her too, her face nuzzled into your neck as she hummed in delight, the two of you lightly swaying.

The levity of the moment soon subsided, the two of you laying on the bench as the situation dawned upon you once again, though Wonyoung seemingly read your mind right as you thought it. "Yujin's talking to the managers right now, I haven't heard much from her but last I heard, it's going well, the company's giving in." Slightly shocked by that response, you nodded, turning away from Wonyoung as you lowered your head. "I'm sorry for leaving like that again." Hearing that Wonyoung smacked you across the shoulder, but a small smile on her face showed you that she wasn't too angry. "That was an asshole move L/N, don't ever do that again." "So what do we do now?" You asked nervously, but Wonyoung put your mind at ease, lightly gripping your hand, before pulling you in for a kiss that she had waited forever for. "We let Yujin do her thing, and wait for good news. For now, let's just enjoy this, this was your dream date, wasn't it? You and me, on an evening in Roma."

#angst #rd0265667 #wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung x reader #ive x reader #ive wonyoung #wonyoung fanfic #jang wonyoung fanfic #ive jang wonyoung fanfic #fluff

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

Shopping Trip Detour

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It was a beautiful day in Toad Town, and Mario and Luigi had just finished their grocery shopping.

Bags loaded into the back of Luigi’s kart, the two of them had decided to wander around town for a little while longer before going home; it had been a while since the last time they’d visited. And the Toads made sure they knew it, too, waving at them and calling out to them and roping them into enough small talk to make their heads spin.

In a lull in socialization, Luigi examined the surrounding shopfronts. “That one looks new,” he remarked, gesturing to the colorful sign of what looked to be some sort of toy shop. He changed course towards it, and Mario followed behind him.

Peering through the window, Luigi contemplated the thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle and the little robot with its remote resting in its arms, and whether he could convince his brother to buy either of them for him. He glanced at Mario, considering. Mario was also looking through the window, but his focus was further inside, where the presumed shopkeeper was arguing with a person in a hooded cloak. The person was leaning over the shopkeeper threateningly; the shopkeeper was gesticulating wildly, face dark.

Mario pushed the door open. The sound of the little bell connected to it drew the attention of the squabbling pair. From where Luigi still stood outside, he saw the hooded figure turn for one last parting insult before pushing past Mario to exit the store. The shopkeeper yelled something unintelligible but no less angry after them.

While Mario dithered in the doorway, staring after that mysterious figure thoughtfully, Luigi squeezed past him to enter the store himself. The interior was quite modest — and mostly full of toys for much littler kids — but the sprawling active toy railway network hanging suspended by the ceiling was particularly impressive. Getting all of those toy trains up there to begin with must have been quite the ordeal!

As Luigi ruminated over the existence of extremely tall ladders, Mario went up to the shopkeeper to ask what that earlier patron was arguing with him about. The shopkeeper huffed, pointing at a figurine sitting in an unassuming display near the back of the store. “That uncultured idiot was talking about her like she’s some common doll he could buy for cheap!” he spat. “As if! She’s the rarest item of the series and the highest quality! Show her some respect!”

Luigi walked over to the figurine. A little plastic woman wearing a semi-elaborate gown stared dourly back at him through her glasses as she posed with a wizard’s staff, her hat barely fitting over her puffy hair. She was very pretty, but Luigi wasn't really sure she was worth the shopkeeper’s continued rambling about “scales” or “articulation” or whatever. There were certainly other things in the store he would rather spend his money on, at any rate. But when Luigi turned to whisper as much to Mario, he found his brother reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Eh?” Luigi goggled at him. “You wanna buy that?”

The shopkeeper crossed his arms. “Oh, yeah?” he said, going for an air of nonchalance and mostly failing. “That’s cool. But you’re not getting a discount just because you’re a celebrity.”

“How much is it, anyway?” Luigi asked, and then regretted asking because then the most absurd price for a vaguely fancy-looking toy left the shopkeeper’s mouth.

Mario rocked on his heels in shock. “But it’s just an action figure!” Luigi exclaimed.

“She’s not an action figure!” the shopkeeper shouted over Luigi’s immediate apologies for setting him off. “She’s priceless! I’m doing y’all a favor!”

Hesitantly, Mario began counting his coins. Luigi watched with bated breath. With a frown, Mario emptied his wallet. He didn't have enough.

“Too bad,” the shopkeeper said, not looking all that sorry. “Guess she’s not going home with you!”

Mario’s frown deepened. It tugged a frown onto Luigi’s face as well, and after a moment of watching his brother sulk, he sighed. “Alright,” he said, pulling out his own wallet.

Luigi counted his coins. Mario watched him with bated breath. While he didn't have nearly as much money on hand as Mario did, on account of being the one to pay for the groceries earlier, it was somehow enough to make up the difference. Mario beamed at him.

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Sale made, the bros exited the toy store, their purchase dangling from Mario’s arm, both politely ignoring the shopkeeper’s tears about the loss of his “Darling Dami” — the name of the character the figurine was modeled after, apparently.

As they walked, Luigi asked Mario, “So why did you really buy that?” because Luigi knew full well that Mario had no idea of the show the figurine-lady was from, let alone anything about her specifically.

Mario only winked. With purposeful steps, he made his way towards the outskirts of town. Luigi followed behind him, full of questions but nonetheless letting his brother lead him to a clearing just outside of town, where that hooded figure that had been in the shop before them was grumbling about stupid Toad stores and their ridiculous owners. They reached into some hammerspace and pulled a broomstick longer than they were tall, and the motion of doing so knocked their hood off their head, revealing —

“Kamek?!”

Kamek started, whirling around to face them. “Wha — you?!”

Out of all of them, Mario was the only one who didn't look surprised. How in the world had he known?

Kamek was the first to recover, schooling his expression into something sardonic. “Two against one?” he drawled, brow raised. “That’s hardly fair.”

Mario shook his head. He reached into the bag on his arm and pulled out the box containing the figurine they’d bought.

Kamek’s face soured. “Oh, of course it was sold to you. Here to rub it in my face, then?”

Mario shook his head again. He put the figurine back into the bag and held it out to Kamek. Kamek regarded it warily.

“We bought it for you,” Luigi added, finally catching on to what Mario was trying to do. “No need to thank us!”

“I wasn't going to.” With a harsh wave of his wand, the bag was ripped out of Mario’s grip and settled on the end of Kamek’s broomstick. With one hand securing it, he gave the bros a long, considering look and then flew off, kicking up an unnecessary amount of dust that had the bros coughing and shielding their faces. They watched him shrink to a speck in the sky in silence.

“...You're doing my laundry for the next month.”

Mario made a face.

“That was all of my pocket money!”

Mario sighed.

#dont mind me this wip is from 2020 lmaooo i just wanted to get it off my plate #also i couldnt decide what the figurine was gonna look like so i was like 'fuck it its me but a magical girl' #because i'm a writer and i can do whatever i want #anyway #mlv.fic #smb #super mario

[silverstonesainz-archive]

🫧 carlos + one bed trope <3

sharing is caring [cs55]

summary: one bed and a life changing debate about extraterrestrials. note: i had to write this as a blurb. i dont think a head cannon could do this justice.

"ah," carlos breathes, scaratching the back of his neck, "i'll take the floor."

it's not like you can share the bed. it's a twin, with one pillow and one blanket. not unless you want to be pressed up against carlos.

well. you do. but it's not like you were gonna tell him that.

you pout, "carlos no, i feel bad."

"don't it's fine. what kind of gentleman would i be if i let you sleep on the floor?"

so thats how you end up, carlos on the floor right by the twin bed while you lay there awkwardly on your own. the air is thick, both of you contemplating whether or not 8:30 is considered too early to go to bed. carlos is scrolling aimlessly through his phone but you, you were having a staring contest with the ceiling. the silence is killing you, and you didn't know how to break it but you sure as hell wanted to try.

"hey carlos?"

"yes ducky?"

you scowl at the nickname, but make no comment about it. "do you believe in aliens?"

carlos's finger pauses mid scroll. he looks up at the bed, still unable to see you. he sets his phone down by his side, pushing his hair off his forehead. "...no?"

you jolt up in bed, peaking over the edge to give the spaniard a wide-eyed, confused, 'you must be fucking joking' stare. in return, his eyes are just as wide, thick brows furrowed in confusion.

"you don't believe in aliens?!"

your shriek opened up an intense debate over whether or not extraterrestrial beings exist. safe to say, after your less than convincing arguments, carlos was still a nonbeliever. the conversation didn't stop there though, shifting from beings living in the universe to the great expanse of space. and in your heated debate, carlos had managed to make his way up onto the bed with you, sitting on the opposite end while you seat leaning up against the headboard.

"i'm just surprised that you believe that it's just us in this universe carlos." you conclude, hugging your knees tighter to your body. "i feel like you of all people would believe in the green beings in the sky."

he shakes his head. "well what can i say, i'm a man of many surprises."

you smile shyly, and he chuckles in return. time seems to have escaped the two of you, and sleep begins to creep up on you. you yawn softly and carlos shifts in his seat.

"i should let you sleep, it's gotten late."

you shake your head, another yawn coming over you. "mm, no. i'm fine."

"you just yawned again. we can always continue this conversation tomorrow ducky."

you glare at him as you move under the covers, "don't call me ducky."

"not until you stop talking."

"i'll stop talking if you come over here." you bite, patting the spot next to you.

carlos fights a smile, shaking his head as he mumbles something in spanish you don't quite catch. he doesn't put up a fight, moving closer to you and laying under the covers by you. the two of you try to put as much space as the twin bed would allow. carlos lays on his side, watching as exhaustion pulls your lids down.

"i just don't believe that we're all alone in this universe." you mumble, eyes completely shut and your word slightly slurred

you hear a deep rumble emit from carlos. you were far too tired to open your eyes, to see the smug smirk on his lips or the way he shakes his head at your stubbornness.

"but we're all not really alone are we... i mean we have each other, right?"

you can't help the way your heart speeds up, can't fight the tired smile curving onto your lips.

"yeah... we have each other."

#d's 2k sleepover! #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x you #cs55 drabble

[killedbythehuntress]

Stockholm Syndrome

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Depression, suicide thought, suicide ideation, thoughts of death and dying, anger, injury, technical self-harm.

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Chapter Six.

She didn't know if it was better or worse that she now knew how much time was passing. Whether it was night or day. The watch on her wrist seemed to mock her, the ticking of it loud enough in her ear that she could hear it over the crackling of the fire.

How long had it been? How long since she'd stopped hyperventilating on the floor of the main room before she pulled herself onto the couch? Since her mind had gone blissfully blank and she'd done nothing but stare at her watch. 

Her eyes flicked to the wooden table next to her, the marks merging with the ticking of the watch to mock her further. Three days. Three days since Sebastian had left. Three days of being left alone with no escape, she couldn't break the chain or the collar without her wand and he'd taken it with him. 

Sighing, she rolled over on the couch, her back to the main room. She could hear the spiders outside the front door, the scuttling, the screeches. The sounds were usually masked by the fire or Sebastian's day-to-day antics. But besides her breathing and occasional crying, the cavern was silent. She hadn't done much of anything but lay on the sofa for three days, only moving so that she could get a drink or use the bathroom. 

She'd felt a few hunger pangs briefly, but after a while of ignoring them they went away. Sitting and staring. Lying down and staring. She felt overall numb to everything now. No panic, no upset. Just empty and numb. 

She'd never be found, no one knew where she was, or that the place she was in even existed. 

She couldn't help but think back to that one tale she'd read years ago in her attempt to learn more about the wizarding world. 

The Tales of Beedle something…

Hadn't Niamh introduced her to this?

Most importantly she remembered the last line of one of the tales that seemed almost fitting right now, 'Greeting death as an old friend.'

It seemed fitting to her situation considering the amount of danger she'd been victim to in nine short years. The times she'd almost died and managed to escape deaths clutches mere seconds before he caught her. 

She wondered if he'd be merciful when he arrived, or whether he'd be angry at the chances she'd swiped from him. 

— — — — — — 

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. 

She couldn't ever remember a watch before being so loud. It was driving her crazy. Part of her wanted to rip it from her wrist and throw it into one of the dark corners - darker now since she didn't have the fire going - and another part of it wanted to keep it, her only tether to knowing how long was passing.

Speaking of.

Her stomach growled loudly, seeming to signify that it was not happy to be ignored. But she didn't move to satiate it, instead only rolling onto her back to change what she stared at from the back of the sofa to the ceiling. 

That didn't stop the dark thoughts from pushing back in though, she wondered what would be more quick and merciful. Death by starvation or suicide by a giant man-eating spider. 

Her head fell to the side, looking at the main entrance as she contemplated, all she'd have to do would be to open the door and wait after all. 

No.

As maudlin, as she felt, a very small part of her still held hope that Sebastian would return. 

How long that hope would last though, she didn't know. 

— — — — — — 

Her stomach cramped, and the sound it released could only be described as angry. How long had it been since she'd eaten? 

Checking her tally marks carved into the table, she winced. Four days, give or take. 

Time before the watch was still a mess to her. She didn't want to eat, but that didn't mean she couldn't assuage the hunger slightly by having a drink. 

Pushing herself to stand slowly, she made her way over to the cauldron they kept fresh water in. Picking up a cup, she leaned in to scoop some water up only to stop short. 

There wasn't much left and it wasn't like she had her wand to conjure more. Her brain began to get hazy as panic settled over her once more, her hands coming up to her neck in an attempt to find a way to remove the collar, even though she knew there wasn't. 

Spinning on her heels, she turned to look at the two exits in the room. She had to get out. She could hear the spiders fighting each other outside the main doors and wondered if she could work out a way for them to not kill her - perhaps their venom could help and burn through the chain. 

She'd made a promise to herself after her fifth year that she wouldn't go near them anymore. She'd had enough spiders then to last a lifetime. But needs must. 

Stepping up to the door, she grasped the handle tightly, ignoring the fact her hand was trembling, she pulled the door open and slipped through. 

'Okay, you can do this.' She internally repeated to herself, her eyes scanning the area and finding it clear. She cursed to herself, the chain likely wouldn't go much further. 

Stepping out further as much as the chain allowed, she looked left and right to find the spiders, only to be left disappointed. 

Sighing softly, and realizing the idea she'd had was probably futile, she made to turn back to the cavern. The sound of scuttling from her right caused her to pause and look up. 

Her eyes widened at the sight of the Thornback Matriarch finding purchase on the ledge she was currently on. 

'Have they gotten bigger?' She thought internally, realizing how fucking stupid her idea had been in the first place. The screech from the spider in question was enough to push her into action. Running down the small hallway she'd come through, she shoved herself through the door before pushing it closed. 

She met resistance and was briefly worried that perhaps the spider had begun its way through the door, only to look down and see the chain folded in the door. Cursing softly as she heard at least three more screeches joining the original spider, she kicked at the chain, ignoring the throb of pain in her foot from the heaviness. 

Once it was out of the way, she shoved on the door just as a reddish, pink leg slipped through the gap. The sharp hairs dragged over her aching foot and sliced at it. 

Hissing herself, she gave the door one last desperate shove, sealing it closed and leaving her alone with the now severed appendage. 

Breathing deeply, she rested her head against the door, her eyes immediately finding her injured foot. She didn't even have enough water to drink, never mind cleaning up her wound. 

Perhaps infection was the way she was meant to go. She could hear the spiders outside, clearly angry at having lost their meal opportunity and she stood, limping away from the door. 

She supposed they had a right to be, she'd dangled herself in front of them stupidly. She'd be angry too. 

She blinked and thought back to her time here, she'd felt sad, and depressed. But she hadn't felt anger and now that she'd noticed, she felt the flare in her chest. She just wasn't sure who it was directed at more, herself or Sebastian.

After all, it was his fault she was here. His fault he'd ended up in Azkaban anyway. His fault she'd been left alone. His fault she had no wand. His fault she had no water. 

It was all his fault. In his selfishness, in his strange mindset of how he was doing this because he loved her, he'd doomed her. Trapped her and got caught or killed, meaning that she was also marked for death. 

"How dare he!" She huffed out angrily, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it across the room. The rage she felt inside flickered slightly as if about to go out and then suddenly it engulfed her, a feral scream escaping her as she swiped her arm across the nearest table. The trinkets, books, and other clutter left behind by Isidora that had been piled there at the beginning of their stay flew to the floor. 

She hated him! Her mind whirled, the words spinning in her head and increasing her anger. She continued throwing things, anything within reach, moving around the room as she exhausted options in one area. 

It was almost cathartic until her chain caught her ankle and she almost tripped. The sight of it was enough to flare her anger once more. She released another, desperately angry scream before gripping at the chain and pulling at it. 

Why had she allowed it?

Allowed him to chain her here? 

She continued pulling, hoping that her anger was enough to fuel the inhuman amount of strength needed to either topple the pillar she was attached to or break the chain. 

He had no right!

One mistake she'd made, in her naivety had fucked up her life completely. 

She hated him. Hated him. Hated. Him. 

The words continued to swirl, the angrier she got the more they crowded her mind. She screamed as she gave another tug on the chain. Her focus zeroed in on her attempt to free herself; she hadn't realized objects sailing through the air. 

Her ancient magic had always been tied to her emotions. 

She continued to pull, surely something had to be happening? Surely her pulling was doing something?

Her anger definitely was after all. Objects flying with no care for where they landed or whether they broke. 

One of the dangling ceramic pots broke free, flying through the air. Even if she hadn't been so focused on trying to pull the chain loose, she wouldn't have been able to move in time before it flew against the side of her head, shattering on impact. 

Everything in the room stopped for a moment, the area silent and still until she fell to the floor. Everything followed suit with an almighty crash. 

— — — — — —

Groaning softly, she didn't dare move, instead taking a few moments to take stock of her body. 

Everything ached. Her head was throbbing. Her mouth was dry. 

Pushing herself up, she finally opened her eyes and looked herself over. 

The slice on her foot from the spider had stopped bleeding, but her toes and foot were an ugly red/purple color. Her knees were scraped and while her hands had a few cuts and friction burn, everything else seemed fine. 

Bringing her hand up to her head, she winced, feeling the cut that had been left by the ceramic pot, the area and hair area around it, sticky and flakey. 

Gods, she was a mess. 

Pushing herself to stand, she grabbed onto the nearby pillar to steady herself as a wave of dizziness hit her. 

Water. She needed water. 

Standing up, she paid no mind to the pain in her foot with each step. Or the shattered ceramics or glass, the bottoms of her feet being sliced up as she made her way to the bucket. She scooped up a small cup full and drank it down quickly, trying to ignore the pitiful amount left as she let the cup fall into it. 

Was there even a point in trying to ration it out? Was it better to just let death come faster? Either way, it was all Sebastian's fault if she gave in now. He was responsible for whatever happened to her. 

'I hate him.' She told herself bitterly, giving in and filling the cup once more. Deep down though, she knew she didn't. She never could. 

He could walk through that door at any minute and she'd be so happy to see him - and that had nothing to do with the fact she'd be able to live longer - that was just because she missed him. 

She'd do anything for him to come back, something she'd been saying since her decision to turn him in at 15. 

She missed him. Why had she been so resistant? Reluctantly, she scooped another cup of water up, guzzling it down greedily before she could think twice at the fact there'd be nothing left. 

Looking into the bucket with a resigned sigh, she set the cup down and made her way to the couch, bringing her knees to her chest and curling up. 

This was it, this was the beginning of the end. She wasn't afraid of dying, she'd had to make peace with that possibility in her fifth year, it was the thought of dying alone that caused her heart to clench. Especially when paired with the fact she'd be stuck here, she'd never be found, she'd die alone and she'd stay alone forever. 

She wished Sebastian to be here more than ever. 

Lifting her wrist, she checked her watch. It had just ticked past midnight. Another day passed. Another day without Sebastian. 

Resting her head on her knees, her gaze slipped over the cavern. Hoping she could find some way to escape that she hadn't before.

It took a few moments before she noticed that some of the rubble in front of the Undercroft entrance had moved. Had she done that during her anger? 

She didn't care much, the only thing running through her head was that now there was less to move. She could probably escape, she could leave. 

Briefly, she thought about how she was completely under-dressed and that was inappropriate for the students of Hogwarts. She wondered if the teachers there were the same or if there'd been a change. She didn't much care. They'd surely help her regardless. 

Pushing herself up, she flung herself up and over to the rubble before dropping harshly to her knees - ignoring the pain lancing through her from the broken shards and harsh concrete. 

She had a way out. She just had to dig. There was hope after all. 

Dig. 

Surely this entrance to the Undercroft was close enough to the secret door and she could get into the hallways of Hogwarts. 

Keep digging. 

She ignored the pain lacing through her body, the cuts reopening on her hands, her focus being on nothing but escaping. 

You can do it. 

One of the rocks she was pulling dislodged awkwardly, her nails stuck in it, but she paid no mind as her nail ripped - more pain, but she was getting out of there. 

Almost there. 

The sound of banging could be heard against the main door of the cavern and she jumped briefly before ignoring it. The spiders knew she was in here, they were probably hungry. 

Ignore it. 

She couldn't help but think as she noticed the blood seeping from her hands mixing with the dirt and rubble. If she were to survive this, she'd likely end up with several infections. 

The banging was getting louder and more frantic and so was her digging. There was only a small amount left for her to dig through. 

Her headache was coming back with a vengeance though, the pounding in her head falling in line with the sound at the door. 

She was so thirsty… She needed to get out of here. She almost was. She could see the Undercroft uncovering itself. She just had to dust it off and hopefully, she could step through. 

The banging stopped and that made her stop, a loud bang echoing behind her before the doors slammed open, the entire cavern shaking and dust falling around her. 

She scrambled forward, the idea of being spider food no longer as appealing as it had been earlier. 

She was free.

And then another stalagmite fell from above and blocked the path she'd just opened. She could hear something making its way across the room towards her, but she was too zoned in on what had happened to look back. It sounded like scuttling, the disarray around the cavern being shuffled with each movement. 

A screech.

"No!" She screamed in anguish, reaching out to smack the stone, another falling and colliding with her wrist. 

Pain bloomed as she heard the bone break and she cried out, her body giving out on her, collapsing onto the floor for the second time in a few hours. 

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Surprise me

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Will You Still Love Me When I’m a Ghost?

Warnings: Sadness, death, afterlife, ghosts

“That guy’s staring at you,” your friend spoke.

“Who?” You asked, looking over your shoulder, then the other one.

“Don’t look right at him! Dark, curly hair. Super skinny.”

You found the one she was talking about. He was definitely skinny, skeletal even. His dark curls, twisted chaotically in many different directions. He didn’t even bother moving them out of his face, instead he looked at you through medium length locks which hung in front of a pair of bloodshot eyes that looked like they had been through way more than anyone else in the bar had.

“I’m gonna go say hi,” you said.

“Wait really?”

Your friend was right to be shocked, this was extremely out of character for you. You usually let men come up to you. But there was something about this one that drew you to him. The eyes? Or maybe it was the fact that he looked like he could keel over at any moment.

“You look like death,” you said, walking up the stranger.

He pulled his chapped lips into a smile that demanded one in return.

“Makes sense,” he said, tossing a handful of curls to one side of his face. You could now clearly see his eyes. Hazel. And the dark circles underneath them made their color even more vibrant. “I am dying.”

Your smile faded quickly.

“What?”

“I am dying,” he said again. “My names Tim.”

“Oh. God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t-it was a joke. I-”

“It’s okay,” Tim laughed. “I should have started with ‘my names Tim’ and not the ‘I’m dying’ thing.” 

What do you say to that?

“Are you sick? I mean like, how…are you…dying?” You cringed. Fuck.

“Cancer.”

You felt even worse and it must’ve been clear on your face.

“Don’t feel bad for me. Though, part of me thinks you already do.”

“I didn’t feel bad for you. Not initially,” you said.

“Why’d you come up to me?”

“You’re eyes.”

Tim cocked his head, giving you a look that asked for further explanation.

“I dunno,” you said, running a hand through your hair; something you did when you were nervous. Your eyes were glued to the floor as you continued to speak. “I felt like, your eyes told a story I needed to hear. It sounds dumb. I know.”

He was silent for a minute and when you finally looked up, you were greeted with another dry-lipped smile.

“It’s not dumb. Sit?” He asked pushing the chair across from him out with his foot. You pulled your lips in, hiding a nervous smile and sat with him. You silently worked a hangnail on your thumb under the table. “Not dumb,” he said again.

“I’m glad you don’t think so.”

“Wanna know what I thought when I looked at you?”

You forgot that he had been the one staring at you first, and somehow knowing that he was the one that initiated it all made you feel less pathetic. “What?”

He smiled before speaking, breaking the skin between a thin crack in his lips. It bled a little. “I was thinking that you look like a girl I’d like to finish the life I have left with.”

The two of you were inseparable after that. And for the remainder of Tims life, you made him the happiest he could be, probably the happiest he had been in a long time. You loved each other with a force that was unbreakable.

“I’ll love you even after I’m gone,” Tim said the night before he died.

“Don’t talk that way.”

He flashed the same chapped lip smile that made you blush the night you met him at the bar. “You say that as if I didn’t tell you from the second I met you that I was dying.”

“Doesn’t mean I want to talk about it. I don’t like to think about you dying. I love you too much to want to think about living the rest of my miserable existence without you.”

He looked up a the ceiling, contemplating his next words. Or maybe deep in thought. You couldn’t tell these days. He was constantly slipping in and out of obvious consciousness and open-eyed unconsciousness. He shook his head before looking back at you.

“Where’d you go?” You asked.

“I was just thinking.”

You grabbed his hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“I don’t think we ever really leave.” He took a shallow breath. “When I’m a ghost, will you still love me?”

“Of course,” you agreed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you didn’t believe in ghosts.

You called his phone 20 times a day for weeks after he passed just to hear is voice on his voicemail. You even left him messages. You don’t know why you did it, but it became routine.

Wake up. Call Tim’s phone.

Have coffee. Call Tim’s phone.

Drive to work. Call Tim’s phone.

By the end of each day your call history showed nothing by Tim’s name in red print. It felt ridiculous, calling your dead boyfriends phone, knowing he’d never answer again.

You called a month to the day after his passing, it rang twice before stopping. You heard a click on the other end, as if someone on the other side received your call. Your heart sank as you thought his number had finally been recycled, and now belonged to someone else.

“Hello?” You said into the silence.

There was static, and choppy fumbling.

Then nothing but shallow breathing.

“Tim?” You asked, feeling immediately foolish.

But your heart hammered in your chest as an all too familiar voice responded.

He was echoey, and grainy as if he was speaking to you from far away.

“Do you still love me?”

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