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[grimalkinmessor]

Me: "I do not like the way this person writes this ship or these characters."

Me: *exits the fic without commenting or posting about this person's writing and why I don't like it*

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[joelsgreys]

bailé con mi ex l (javier peña x female reader)

summary: After a night out at the club with your friends, you confess to Javier that you danced with your ex-boyfriend and he doesn’t take the news too well.

pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Protective, jealous and slightly possessive Javi, he is a lil toxic, but just a smidge I promise; innocent-ish reader; angst, bits of fluff sprinkled in here and there. Not proofread for spelling, sorry!

word count 2.2k

a/n 📝 wooo, Vee finally popped her Javi cherry. testing the waters with this one, I also have a couple prompts from a while back to still write. it is based on a Becky G song, yes I know she and this song did not exist back in the day (I think? Idk what year she was born tbh) but ANYWAY I just really like the lyrics and plus it’s fiction so who cares lmao. Translations at the end ✨

Tú no me creerás, pensarás que hay algo más

es difícil de entenderlo, pero no sería capaz de enganãrte

y si te lo cuento

es porque tengo muy claro lo que siento

It was half past one o’ clock in the morning—you had told Javier you’d be home by midnight at the very latest. But a night out at one of the more popular clubs in Bogotá celebrating a close friend’s birthday meant that none of the girls were going to allow you to leave that early without giving you some kind of shit about it, so you had stayed just a little while longer and tossed back another drink or two before finally calling it a night. Your friends still gave you grief about it, but knowing Javier, he would be worried, especially since cartel violence in the region had begun to escalate over the last several months, worsening to the point where Javi didn’t even like you going out to the produce market all by yourself in broad daylight.

You tried to be as quiet as possible as you pulled your keys out from your purse, fumbling around with them in the dark until you’d finally found the right one to unlock the front door of yours and Javier’s shared apartment. You slipped inside and the moment that you did, the lights flipped on, causing you to whirl around and let out a startled little yelp. 

You turned to see Javier standing there, fully dressed in his jeans and a tight red button up shirt with his set of car keys clutched in hand. “Javi,” You breathed out his name as your hand flew to your chest. You shot him a glare. “Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing? Why are you dressed—do you have any idea what time it is right now?”

“Do you have any idea what time it is right now?” Javier retorted, raising an eyebrow at you. Part of him seemed to be upset, but the other part of him seemed more relieved than anything. He tossed his keys down onto the small, hallway table and walked over to you, taking your face between his large hands as he kissed your forehead. He let his lips linger on your skin as he reminded you, “You told me you would be home by midnight, amor. You can’t tell me that and then come home almost two hours later. You know how bad things are out there right now. You could have at least called me to let me know you’d be late.”

“I’m sorry, I know. It’s just that the girls were shoving shot glass after shot glass right into my hands and time just got away from me,” You said, placing both of your hands right over his. Your eyes met his dark brown ones and you flashed him a sincere, apologetic look. “I’m really sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t mean to make you worry, Javi.”

He sighed. “Well, you’re home safe now. That’s all that matters to me.” Javier dropped his hands from your face and led you into the living room. “Can I get you anything, baby? Are you thirsty?”

“Actually, I’d love a glass of water,” You admitted, kicking off your black, high heeled shoes before dropping down onto the supple, brown leather couch. You watched him as he padded over into the kitchen. “I didn’t get as drunk as I thought I would, you know.” You added jokingly, “I think my tolerance for tequila is through the roof now.”

Javi laughed as he pulled a glass from one of the kitchen cabinets; he then filled it with water from the jug he’d pulled out of the refrigerator. “But you still had fun, right?”

“God, I had so much fun,” You told him with a grin. “I danced all night, Javi.”

“With who?” He’d asked the question casually, but you could detect the seriousness behind it. 

Your smile faded slightly.

At first, you hadn’t planned to tell him. But Javier was the love of your life, and you would never dare to keep any kind of secret from him.

Still, you knew he wouldn’t be all too happy with what you were about to confess.

Javier walked back over to you, handing you the glass of water. He frowned, noticing the hesitant expression on your face. “What is it?” He placed his hands on his hips, peering at you curiously. “You didn’t dance with any guys, did you?”

“Just one,” You admitted, softly. 

Javier froze a moment, his shoulders going rigid. 

“What?” Through gritted teeth, he demanded to know, “Who?”

The moment your ex boyfriend’s name fell from your lips, the color drained from Javier’s face. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Setting the glass down on the table beside the couch, you quickly jumped up and held up your hands in defense. “Wait a minute, before you get mad about it, just let me explain—”

“What the hell is there to explain?” Javier nearly growled at you. “That you went to some nightclub and danced with another man? One who happens to be your fucking ex-boyfriend? Es en serio?”

You went up to him, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Javi, please. Just wait one second—”

He snatched his arm away. “Don’t touch me!”

Your heart sank and you backed away. “Really? You’re not even going to let me explain myself?”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Javier replied coolly. His eyes flickered up and down, giving you a quick once over from head to toe. “I would have never thought that you would be such a—”

Javier stopped himself, knowing all too damn well that he was far too angry to think clearly before letting anything come out of his mouth.

But it was too late.

He could see the hurt that flashed in your eyes. 

“Such a what?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the blood in your veins running frigid. You then raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Such a whore?”

“I didn’t say fucking that,” he muttered, averting your gaze.

Blinking back the tears that burned your eyes, you roughly shoved past him and went straight into the bathroom. Trembling, you began looking for a clean washcloth so that you could start taking off your makeup.

The sound of the front door slamming violently just a minute or two later caused you to wince.

Certain that Javier was gone, you sank down onto the cold white tile and began to sob.

A couple of hours later into the early morning, you were sitting on your bed in nothing but one of Javier’s shirts. 

You had cried and cried, releasing your emotions until your eyes had gone dry.

You’d hoped Javier would come right back home and talk things out with you, but by the time four o’ clock rolled around, you had given up on that hope. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you were just about to reach out and switch off the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed when you heard the sound of the front door opening and then closing. 

You swallowed harshly as the sound of his footsteps approaching drew closer and closer.

Javier walked into the bedroom, looking surprised to see you sitting there, still awake at this hour. He spoke in a cold tone that let you know he was still upset with you. “I thought you would be asleep by now.”

Even from where he stood, you could smell the heavy stench of cigarettes and scotch all over him.

“I was waiting up for you,” You murmured, quietly.

Javier kicked the bedroom door closed behind him and let out a long sigh. He said nothing else to you as he kicked off his tan boots and began shrugging out of his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Where were you?” You asked him, your small voice breaking through the silence. 

“I needed a drink,” he responded curtly with his back to you.

“We have drinks here, you know.”

“Yeah, well I needed something a lot stronger than what we’ve got.”

Finally, Javier had no choice but to turn around and face you.

The second he did, a fresh tear slipped down the side of your face.

Javier’s stomach sank deeply and the expression on his face immediately softened.

“Bebe—”

You lifted both your hands to your mouth, muffling a broken sob.

“Hell, I’m sorry,” he apologized as he walked over, taking a seat beside you on the bed. He reached for your wrists, gently tugging them away from your face. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so upset at you, alright?”

“Do you really think that of me? Do you think that I’m a—?” You’d said the word once, but couldn’t find it in yourself to utter it again.

“Of course I don’t, mi vida. I was just angry, I wasn’t even thinking.” He paused, noticing the way you were trembling and reached up to cradle the side of your face in his palm. “Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn’t you be angry at me if I came home from a late night at the club and told you I had danced with one of my exes?”

“Probably,” You admitted, feeling the envy boil in your lower belly as you thought about him holding another woman in his arms. “But I would have at least given you the chance to explain yourself. I mean, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me, Javi?”

Javier opened his mouth to speak, then clamped it shut.

He’d fucked up.

“Well?” You prompted him. “Answer me, Javier. Have I ever done anything to make you think that you can’t trust me?”

“No.” His hand dropped from your face. He spoke again, guilt lacing his tone. “You’ve never given me one single reason not to trust you.”

You let out a small, shaky sigh and brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. “He was at the club with his friends tonight,” You began to explain to him. You noticed the way Javier stiffened slightly; although you knew he didn’t want to hear about how you had danced with your ex-boyfriend, you decided to continue on anyway. He needed to know. “He came up to me and he said hello. We had a drink together and then he asked me to dance with him.” Unable to help yourself, you let out a small breathy chuckle. “We danced to quite a few songs, actually. It was just like old times.”

Javier’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists.

Before he could say anything, you lifted one of your own hands to stop him. “He was a great guy, Javier. We had a good relationship, but it just didn’t work out. It wasn’t meant to be. When we broke up, it was amicable and we wished each other best and now, a couple years later, we both have the best. He’s with someone he loves and I’m with someone that I love too.” You offered him a tiny, watery smile. “I don’t have eyes or space in my heart for anyone else but you, Javier. Seeing him again and dancing with him tonight made me realize that I would never even dare to think about jeopardizing our relationship. I love you more than anything, and I would never do anything to betray you.” 

He stared at you, mouth agape.

Oh, he’d definitely fucked up.

Before meeting you, Javier had never been the kind of man to do relationships—because he’d never known how to do relationships. 

Before you’d walked into his life, all Javier knew was meaningless sex with escorts and informants, one night stands with coworkers—regardless of who he fucked, he had always been able to walk away the following morning without any sort of attachment. It’s what he wanted, or at least, it’s what he’d thought he wanted. 

And then Javier met you. 

You weren’t the type of woman who he’d normally set his sights on. You didn’t walk around almost naked like half the women in Colombia, you didn’t smoke, you rarely ever even cursed and only drank when your friends pressured you into it—you had this kind of sweet innocence written all over you, and normally Javier would never look twice at a woman like you because a woman like you looked for a boyfriend; not a fuck buddy and certainly not a one night stand.

Javier Peña had never been boyfriend material. 

He didn’t know how to be in a relationship.

At least not a healthy one. 

Even now, he struggled to be the partner that you deserved. He met your physical needs without a single problem, but your emotional needs were something of a challenge for him. Still, Javi loved you with every fiber of his entire being and he was more than willing to keep on trying to be the man you needed him to be in every way possible. 

“I’m sorry,” Javier murmured again after a while. He reached out, placing his hand on your bare thigh. “I am so sorry, baby. Perdoname, preciosa. Please.”

You placed your hand on top of his, giving him another little smile. “Of course I forgive you, Javi.”

Relieved, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. As he began to deepen the kiss, his hands reached out, tugging at the hem of his shirt were wearing.

“Javi, it’s four in the morning,” You giggled against his lips.

Javier chuckled. He pushed you back against the pillows and swung his leg over to climb on top of you. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

“True,” You grinned up at him before pulling him down towards you for another kiss.

;Translations

lyrics:

You might not believe me, you’ll think there’s something more

it’s difficult to understand, but I could never betray you

if I’m telling you this, it’s because I know exactly how I feel

fic:

amor - love

es en serio? - are you serious?

bebe - baby

mi vida - my life

perdoname, preciosa - forgive me, precious girl

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[fujowebdev]

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

ok here i go full hc prompt🥳🤩🤩

m6 in the ✨✋Future🤚✨ or at least to them, relatively, from their medievaissance-y mixed bag nonspecified time period to something resembling our times! i personally like to consider it still Their World, fictional, which just progressed to look like ours now (it literally makes zero difference to anybody except the inner machinations of my annoying ass but yeah ifykyk) basically yknow shooting a medieval peasant into 2023 & giving him mountain dew type beat

The Arcana HCs: M6 in the Future

~ @tetsuooooooooooo this was so much fun, thank you for sending it in and I hope you enjoy these!! ~

-- for headcanon purposes, MC is from the future and is tasked with taking care of M6 during their 24 hours there --

Julian

It takes him less than two minutes to figure out where (read: when) he is and his response is nothing short of enthusiastic

Please, he's been around the world, and he's got a delightful guide, and he really, really wants to know if his theories about leeches ended up being correct

He actually gets a little emotional when a quick google search shows him how wrong he was and you end up having to take him exploring to cheer him up and distract him from his failures

You have a really hard time explaining to him that clinics don't allow doctors without medical degrees to waltz in and observe random patients getting treatments

You take him to see a movie and he's transfixed

The screen is so big. The actor's faces are so clear. The drama is so much more than anything he could have imagined. And they come with music?? Hums the soundtrack for the rest of the day

If you show him that one version of Jurassic Park with Jeff Goldblum in it Julian will imitate him sporadically afterwards

Enjoys fast food way more than he should. Especially instant noodles. Will spend half an hour trying to pack some to take back

Fascinated by the concept of typing

You hit a button to make the next letter appear instead of writing it? But MC, this means that everything he wants to communicate through text could be easily readable. Imagine!

Freaks out a bit when you try to take him in a car. He's surprisingly comfortable in a metro, though, so you'll have to do with public transportation and bicycles

Oh yeah, he loves bicycles. He only crashed into three trees, a wall, and a stranger's parked car before getting the hang of it

He's convinced that earbuds don't actually play music, they just trick your brain into thinking that you can hear it

Almost exploded when you gave him coldbrew coffee

Asra

They know instantly that they're in a different version of reality. Sure, they've never traveled through time, but they've traveled through plenty of other dimensions

He's the least ruffled, and unfortunately, the least impressed. Don't get him wrong, this looks super cool, but this isn't any more otherworldly to him than the otherworldly places he's already been

Wants to go on a food tour immediately. Not the nice stuff though

No, they want the questionable food. The is-this-going-to-make-me-regret-existing food. The food that, if it was shown in an anime, would be pixelated and have threatening auras around it

So chill about what you tell him to do it's almost concerning

"Here Asra, climb into this four-wheeled hunk of metal that can travel over 100 miles an hour and hold yourself in with a single fabric strap while I pilot this through hundreds of other things just like it, driven by people we don't know and can't predict."

"Cool. Where do I put Faust?"

Don't tell them about edibles unless you want them to spend their day hunting some down and absolutely going to town on them

You swear you saw his hair stand on end the first time he tried popping candy

When you took them to get their radioactive meal (a.k.a. the closest fast food chain with the fewest ethical violations) they insisted on picking up one of every sauce packet to try them all

... and when he saw a nine-year-old mixing two different fountain drinks, he of course grabbed the largest cup available and went down the line so he could taste all of them at once too

You've never seen them this jittery and sugar high, so of course the next place to go is a trampoline park, with the bright lights and loud music and bodies hurtling through the air

He should not be getting the amount of air time that he does

Has a meltdown over modern fluffy blankets. They're so soft

Nadia

Gobsmacked. As in, she's a highly intelligent woman, and therefore able to really wrap her head around what she's seeing

The future!! She's in the future, Arcana help her

But she's got you and she adores you and she knows she can trust you so she's going to be okay. That said, start explaining. Now.

First things first: how's the infrastructure? She can't see any canals or aqueducts. Or fireplaces or lanterns, for that matter, what do you do for light? And cooking? (Cooking uses fire, right?)

Literally cannot walk past anything new without stopping to try to figure out how it works and if there's a way to recreate it herself

Bicycles on a rack? She's spinning the pedal and trying to figure out the balancing dynamics of two-wheeled movement

Almost lost it when she found out that it was possible to lift the hood of a car and look at the engine inside that makes it go. You decided to take her on public transportation instead

Which turned into all kinds of excited brainstorming about public carriages, and gondolas built for 20 people ferrying people along the aqueducts, and new and terrifying uses for the catacombs

Wasn't very impressed with the fashion she saw

She knows what good quality cloth looks like. This is a women who grew up in silks and fine linens, polyester does not impress her

Except for the stretchiness. She does like that

The perfume counter, on the other hand, takes up a good hour and a half of her time. She's smelled plenty of fine scents before, but she's never been in a shop where she could sniff so many at a time

This one smells like Prakra. This one smells like Vesuvia. This one smells like the beach. This one smells like the woods. This one ...

Yeah, it was an excellent opportunity to take a nap, if you're the napping sort. You wake up to her testing perfumes on you because she ran out of space on herself

Gets so frustrated when you explain your government setup to her

Muriel

Oh no, please be very gentle with him

He likes to live in the woods because it is peaceful and quiet and it's one place he doesn't stand out in

He stands out in this place very, very much and he doesn't like it

Refuses to leave the room he appeared in until his appearance is as unremarkable as possible (which is not easy to do, by the way, the man is a mountain. modern clothes in his size are hard to find)

Does not want to go in the car. It's way too fast and it makes him seasick when he closes his eyes to shut it out

Buses are somehow easiest - they feel the least claustrophobic when they're not crowded and it's rude to stare on them

You two end up going to a natural history museum in the middle of a weekday when hardly anybody is there, and he lights up

There are so many animals, and there are enough other people in the world who find those animals interesting that they gathered so much knowledge people had to make a building to hold it all

Has never heard evolutionary theory before and is fascinated by it

Once he starts talking, it's hard for him to stop

He's not being loud at all - you can only hear him so clearly because you two are holding hands so he can't lose you - but he's being quietly submerged in his own special interest and he loves it

He just wishes there weren't so many skeletons. But he's glad the species they belonged to aren't forgotten this way

Long story short, Muriel's inner Nerd is unleashed and he goes hoarse from the amount of murmuring he does all day

Does not like getting food in public. Does not like eating food in public. Does not like being publicly perceived. As soon as it gets into afternoon and it gets busy, he wants to go home

Which is where you show him what the internet is and he's in awe

People can work from home? People can make friends without leaving their house?? People can talk without being seen???

Portia

Spends five minutes hopping in place and squealing into her clothes to let out her nerves and excitement before you can decide what to do

Then insists on taking half an hour to hear you describe every single fun or interesting thing to do so she can make a list

Yes, she's determined to hit every single one in one day

First things first: food. Take her to a cafe and watch her sigh over all the baked goods and sugar-loaded caffeine beverages

Then (if there is one nearby) a mall, so she can see all the stuff that people buy so they can have the lifestyle they do. You have to drag her out of both Bath & Body Words and Bed, Bath, & Beyond

Please, it's full of fluffy fuzzy things and good smelling mystery goo, she wants to live in it also what do you mean "no stopping at the pet store", what even is a "pet store" -

Oh. OH -

You will have to physically pull her away before she adopts all the kittens. She does cry about it later, just a for a bit, they're so cute

Next is a library and cafe, of course, because she lives for books

This place is way bigger than the Palace library! The one in the Palace is just a large room, this is a whole building!! And people get to come here, whenever they want, just to read, for free?! What?!

You had to remind her about the "no loud noises in the library" rule several times. She's doing her best, she's just passionate

Completely demolishes her first chocolate croissant

Goes feral at the amusement park she has you take her to afterwards. This woman is an adrenaline fiend. You're cursing the pop up add for it by the fourth consecutive free fall ride

The only way to get her to leave is to tell her that one of her favorite stories was turned into a movie and that you'd have to go home to watch it. Don't take her to Target to get snacks. She'll disappear

Flicks the lightswitch 30 times in a row because she can

Lucio

He's immediately panicking. Not because he's in the future, no, but because of what it's done to his arm

It's changed. It's not running on magic any more. The only way to resolve his design is for it to be some kind of high-tech electrical prosthetic that even modern scientists would have difficulty with

Once he's adjusted to using it, you're good to go

Lights up like a firework the first time he rides in a car

MC. MC how fast does it go. MC that's a very high number. MC, he wants to drive. Please. Please! Pleeeaaaassssseeee

DO NOT LET HIM DRIVE.

Makes you pull over after seeing ads for Sephora because he's convinced that he could pull off that eye makeup even better

Tries every single makeup sampler and then gets offended when one of the poor employees suggests an anti-aging cream

Him? Aged?? How dare they - oh wait that really does brighten his eyes. He'll take ten, please, they're so small, they can't cost much -

You'll have to pull him out before he sees you use a credit card, because once he does he's going to keep asking to use it and you're not sure he understands why maxing it out is a bad thing

His arm does run out of battery at one point, which does cause some panic. All of a sudden he's stuck with a limp hunk of metal swinging from his shoulder, it's not ideal

You're able to find the retractable charging cable on the side and plug him in, but then he's stuck sitting in the same spot for two hours and a bored Lucio is a dangerous Lucio

There is a solution to this, of course. You can give him an iPad with games on it. He won't move a muscle after that

The caveat is that he will turn into an iPad kid and get glued to every single screen he sees afterwards. You don't know how to fix it

Falls in love with vending machines and tries Cheetos because the leopard on them looks cool. Develops an artificial cheese addiction

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[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part One)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst, Hanahaki AU, mentions of death, mentions of infidelity, reader cries, Seungcheol and Jeonghan being the cutest couple

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Just a little warm up post to ease myself to getting back into writing. I’ve had this idea in my head for a few years now, and finally decided to get it up and running. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy it! - Taelor ☺️✨💜

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You believed in soulmates. It wasn’t something that could be debated on in your world - someone out there was literally chosen and designed to cohabitate in perfect harmony with you, and only you. To love and cherish for the rest of your lives. Once you come into physical contact with your soulmate, it’s said that all the dull black and whites you see explode into a beautiful display of more colours than you could ever think of, and everything you feel is intertwined with what your other half feels. You have spent all 21 years of your life dreaming about what that would feel and look like.

You’ve seen soulmates meet before your very eyes. You saw it when your older brother, Choi Seungcheol fell for Yoon Jeonghan, literally, in your first year of college. You saw it when Jeon Wonwoo, close friend of your brother, caught Kim Mingyu into his arms just weeks prior.

You saw how much your mother loved her soulmate, your father, before he decided to leave her for a woman half his age when you were only 11 years old, and your brother 13. You saw your mother’s true love for your father seal her fate, falling ill to the dreaded curse of your soulmate not loving you back - watching life leave her with every flower petal she coughed up until there was nothing left. You saw it in your best friend Kwon Soonyoung’s parents, who took both you and your brother in until you both were of age and left for college.

You definitely weren’t a stranger to the phenomenon of soulmates, but you sure as hell were a stranger to knowing the beauty of colours and feelings of another. It’s something you craved and wanted so desperately to feel, you never knew when you would get to experience it.

In a way, you wished your soulmate was your best friend. Soonyoung knew everything about you; how to push your buttons and how to make your worst days feel like the best. Why couldn’t he be the one made for you? You spent most of your days together, being in the same Theatre and Dance majors at your college as well as the Theatre Club. In a realistic way, you two made perfect sense. But alas, Soonyoung’s soulmate came in the form of Lee Seokmin, the third in your best friend trio. You know that most of the time you’re the third wheel in your group, but you’ve grown to accept that fate over the previous 2 years.

Not having a soulmate never stopped you from living your life as you had intended, though. Living with your brother and best friend, along with the additions of their soulmates in a large 4 bedroom house inherited to you and Seungcheol by your mother in the city of Seoul, conveniently only a short commute away from your university. It wasn’t bad, on the contrary, you loved the company of your closest people who you call your family. There were the days when you often missed your mother and longed for the love only a soulmate could give, but those days are rare to have for you. You were more than content in your little bubble of existence.

“Choi Y/N!” You groan at the excited tone of your older brother calling you from the kitchen.

“It’s 6am, Cheol.” You grumble, snuggling into your knitted hoodie wrapped around your body as you slump against the breakfast bar, taking a piece of fruit from the basket on the bar. “Why are you so chirpy?”

“Good morning to you too!” He chuckled, reaching over and fluffing your hair up as you whined. “Don’t you think this green shirt makes my eyes pop?”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan had devised the perfect plan; wear an obnoxiously bright coloured shirt with the goofiest patterns and shapes - and once you found your soulmate, they would easily know because you would be so horrified that you would have to tell them what your thoughts were on the colour clashes.

“Ah, yes,” You hum, waving your banana around in the air. “They make the grey’s in your eyes really stand out.” You huff in a monotone voice, resulting in a laugh from the top of the stairs.

“It’ll happen eventually, Bug.” Jeonghan smiles as he passes you, giving you a peck on the forehead. “And we’ll be the first to know.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You smile, waving the couple off. “I’ll see you guys when I get home tonight. Don’t worry about dinner, it’s Working Bee tonight. Our sets won’t paint themselves.” You pull your backpack over your shoulder, umbrella in hand as you walk to the front door. “I’ll be home at around 8?”

“Sounds good, Love Bug!” Seungcheol smiled - Love Bug being a loving nickname from your mother. “But call us if you’re going to be home any later. We’ll wait up.”

“Will do! Love you,” you sang as you closed the door behind you.

It’s late in the day when Lee Jihoon hums quietly to himself as he strolls through the hallway of the Music Building, tapping his fingers on his sides as he attempts to get the chord progression in his head correct. His eyes scan the bland black and white scenery in front of him, a blank expression matching the blank scenery.

“Hoonie!” A voice called, making Jihoon smile.

“Hey, you.” he hummed, pressing his lips to Kang Ji-ah’s temple, taking her into his arms.

He knows what you’re thinking. Why the hell would he be with a girl who wasn’t his soulmate? Well, why would he tell you? He doesn’t have to explain it to anyone, him and her are the only ones who know, anyway. It isn’t harming anyone. He didn’t even know if he believed in soulmates at this stage. And it’s not like anyone assumed any different. On the outside and to everyone else, Jihoon and Ji-ah were soulmates. They didn’t have to know it wasn’t real.

“I’ve got dinner with my parents tonight, Hoonie, but we can rain check our date until next week, right?” She smiled as Jihoon’s hands rested delicately around her waist.

“Of course, babe. I have to stay late for the Theatre Club anyway. Gotta get the orchestra prepared for rehearsals.” He lets her hands wrap around his shoulders as she pulls him in for a tight hug.

“Thank you, my love!” She cooed, giving him a final kiss on the cheek. “I’ll text you tonight, yeah?” She happily spun around and proceeded to go back from where she came, waving to Soonyoung and Seokmin coming towards Jihoon hand in hand.

“You two are sickeningly cute.” Soonyoung grimaces as Seokmin only grins.

“Oh stop it, Soonie. You know for a fact that Jihoon thinks the same about us.” He smiles as Jihoon only nods his head in agreement.

“Is there a reason you’re blessing me with your presence?” He raises his brow.

“Surprisingly, yes.” Soonyoung nodded quickly. “Jihoon-ah, you know you’re my best guy friend, right?”

“I am?”

“Don’t sound too shocked.” He pouted, making his soulmate giggle to himself. “I came to ask a favor of you.”

“Okay..?” Jihoon tilted his head.

“Are you able to walk Y/N back home tonight after the Bee? Min and I can’t make it and Cheol doesn’t want her walking home alone when the sun is just going down. I’ll shout some dinner for you next week to make up for it.”

“Oh, is that all?” He nods thoughtfully. Of course he knew you. You were Choi Y/N, top of your classes in Theatre. You were well known for your powerful vocals and bubbly personality. You were also a shoo-in for the lead role for Mamma Mia this year, and Soonyoung’s adopted sister. Your paths have crossed a few times, and Jihoon never had a problem with you; he even thought you were a cool girl. “Yeah that’s fine, it’s on the way home for me anyway.”

“Ah, you’re a lifesaver, Jihoon-ah! Thank you!” He grinned, clapping him on the back as he squeezed Seokmin’s hand. “Min and I have to go do a last rehearsal for my Hip-Hop final, but shoot me a text when you get home yeah?”

“Can do.” He nods, waving his hand as he makes his way to the campus band room to meet with the orchestra.

When Jihoon arrives at the auditorium two hours later, he’s surprised when he’s only met with you, covered in small splotches of paint, and a halfway finished set piece that is meant to look like the pavements of Greece. Your hair is disheveled and tied in a lopsided ponytail on top of your head and your glasses sitting on the tip of your nose with no one else in sight.

“What happened to the Bee?” Jihoon made his presence known to you, causing you to jump as his voice echoes across the empty stage, the only other sound being heard coming from your small Bluetooth speaker by your side.

“Ah, it’s just you, Oppa.” You smiled as you held your hand over your chest, calming down your wild heartbeat from the fright. “The guys all left about half an hour ago. They all had to study for auditions and all that.” You lean down as you speak, painting over the wooden set. “But it’s fine. I work better alone anyway.”

“Doesn’t mean you should.” He frowns, walking up onto the stage and setting himself down on the other side of the large set piece, a blank canvas on the other side. “Why didn’t you finish when the others did?”

“Cheol isn’t expecting me home until later, might as well fill in my time helping the team out.” You shrug, smiling to the confused man as he watches you paint. “I gotta say though, being only able to paint the black and white parts of the sets is boring as hell.”

You intrigued him. According to Soonyoung, you suffered through a fair bit as a child and yet you seem so content with your life as you hum and paint away. After a brief moment, he sighs and picks up a paintbrush, dipping it into the paint.

“Woah, woah, woah.” You try to stop him. “You don’t have to help, really. I know Soonie put you up to walking me home, you don’t have to do this too.” You smile softly to him, and he just looks back at you with an expression you can’t decipher.

“You said it yourself,” Jihoon mumbles, painting the wood in front of him. “Might as well help out.”

After thirty minutes of quiet but hard work of painting, you take a deep breath before lifting your head to the older boy who sat across from you, his long dark hair tucked delicately behind his ear as he worked.

“Oppa?” You ask quietly, only receiving a hum in return. “What’s seeing colour like?”

A beat of silence passes as Jihoon pauses his painting mid-stroke. “I wouldn’t know.”

“What?!” You drop the paintbrush on the newspaper covering the stage floor. “Ji-ah isn’t your soulmate?!”

“No?” He laughs incredulously, like it was the silliest question he had ever been asked. “I just like the girl, is all.”

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” You gasp. “Why are you even with her if she isn’t your soulmate?”

“It’s not like It’s a secret. No one ever asked, they just assumed. So I never told. Why does it bother you so much?” He frowns, feeling his cheeks grow warm.

“It doesn’t,” You counter, picking up the paintbrush again. “But.. like, aren’t you curious to meet the person literally made for you?”

“Made is a bit of a stretch.” He laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, it isn’t that big a deal. So we haven’t found our soulmates yet. We are just having fun with each other right now.”

“And what if you found your soulmate, what would you do then?” You ask cautiously, lifting your head and pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose once more.

“I don’t know?” He laughs again - a nervous tick of his. “They’d just have to accept that I really like this girl? We have a really good thing going on and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize that because the ‘universe’ says so.” He lifts his fingers into a quotation mark. “At this point, I don’t even think soulmates are a real thing. I mean, sure, our friends are happy together with their fun, colourful lives but I’m quite content with Ji-ah. We just get each other.”

“Well, Mr Debby Downer,” you pout, putting your paintbrush into the bucket of water by your side. “I appreciate your thoughts on the situation, I’ll be sure to rub it in your face when you eventually meet your soulmate and fall in love and never want to leave their side.” You smirk to yourself.

“Yeah, like that’ll happen.” He huffs, putting his paintbrush down as well. “Soonyoung was right, you are a hopeless romantic.”

“Well of course I am,” you beam and if Jihoon didn’t know any better, your eyes almost seem like they’re sparkling. “I can’t wait to see colours and meet the person I’m destined to be with. There’s nothing wrong with having dreams, Lee Jihoon.” You smile, packing up the paints on the floor as you speak.

“Sure.” He hums again, standing up as you pack up the auditorium and collect your things. “Ready to go?” He asks as you nod, pulling your hood up over your head.

“You seriously didn’t know it was going to rain tonight?” You keep your hands stuffed in your pockets as your knitwear keeps you dry from the drizzling rain that falls from the sky.

“I don’t check the weather websites like an old woman.” Jihoon frowns, holding your umbrella over his head as he walks alongside you.

“You’re weird, Lee Jihoon.” You giggle quietly to yourself.

“Uh huh. I’ll be sure to let my soulmate know that when I meet them.” He remarks with a laugh as you walk together, letting the comfortable silence take over the both of you, the only sounds behind the rain pattering against your umbrella.

It takes the both of you 20 minutes to finally make it to your home and by the time you arrive, the rain has slowed to a light drizzle, the setting sun attempting to peak out behind the dark clouds.

“Well, thank you for walking me home, and the interesting take on soulmates, Oppa.” You smile as you step through the front gate, Jihoon still holding the umbrella over you so you don’t get wet. “I wish your soulmate the best of luck whenever you meet.”

“Likewise.” Jihoon laughs as you pull your hood off your head, getting ready to climb up the small staircase leading to the front door.

“I’ll see you for auditions, yeah?” You smiled as Jihoon nodded.

“Sure will.” He smiles, closing your umbrella as you turn to face the front door. “Oh, wait, your umbrella.”

“Oh, right.” You laugh, turning back and reaching out to take it from his hands, only for it to slip from his grasp at the last second.

“Crap, sorry-”

“Oops, sorry-”

You both reach for the umbrella on the pavement, fingertips brushing against each other gently. You let out a gasp as you look up to Jihoon’s face, his eyes changing colour right before yours, unexplainable colours starting to burst in all speckles of your vision. Your eyes widen as his face, clothing and the scenery around you lights up with multiple colours and shades, the now forgotten umbrella drops to the ground with a thud.

Jihoon is staring back at you with an unreadable expression, eyes mirroring yours as his hands shake. He feels dizzy as the sickeningly bright colours flood his vision. You’re staring at him in awe as the rain starts to grow heavier, coating the two of you with water.

“Oppa?” You ask quietly, so quietly that if Jihoon wasn’t looking at you when you said it, he would have missed it.

“…”

“Oppa, please say something..?” You ask shakily, and he shakes his head quickly. He can see it. You’re already imagining all the possibilities of your future. A future with him.

“… Don’t think this changes anything from what I told you at the Bee, Choi.” He grunts, not caring about the rain soaking his clothes. “I-I stand by it. You need to accept that I’m with Ji-ah, and nothing will change that.”

He pauses and waits for your response, growing more and more impatient as you just stare at him.

“W-well, if you don’t have anything more to say, then goodnight, Y/N.” Jihoon turns away, starting to head to the gate before feeling a sharp pain inside him. Wincing and reaching to hold the left side of his chest, he lets out a soft hiss. “Ah… what the hell?” He mutters to himself, turning back to look at you. He wishes he didn’t.

When you’re standing still, hand on your chest as the rain drenches your clothes, tears now falling freely down your cheeks is only then when Jihoon knows what he just felt; the only other side effect to having a soulmate.

He just felt your heart break.

“Y/N?” Jihoon asks cautiously.

As if snapping out of your trance, you blink a few times before whispering out “Don’t worry, Jihoon. No one will ever know. Just like you want.” You quickly turn and run up the stairs, opening the door to the house as Jihoon steps forward.

“Wait-” the door slams in his face as he reaches it, leaving him soaked, alone and feeling the pain of his soulmate’s broken heart.

“Hey, Bug! How was the Bee?” Seungcheol steps into the entryway from the kitchen, your eyes immediately falling to the multicoloured button up shirt he had on. “What do you think of my- Y/N?” Cheol stops as he sees the tears on your face, your chest heaving as you struggle to take a breath.

Without another word, you quickly run upstairs and into your bedroom, deep sobs leaving your chest as you curl up into a corner of the room and bury your face into your knees. Seungcheol followed you quickly, stepping into the room cautiously.

“Y/N? Love Bug, what has happened?” He asks quietly. “Are you hurt?” He sees you shake your head no, and he sighs with relief. “Let me turn the light on to check, just in case okay?”

“No.” You hiccup, your face staying buried in your knees, your stomach twisting in pain. “Please.. I d-don’t want to see it. I hate it. Don’t make me look at it!”

“Bug? Look at what?” Cheol asks worriedly, his hand resting on the top of your head.

“Colour.” You sob, your body slumping against your brother. “I hate colour, I hate soulmates, I hate it!” You cry harder, your tears soaking into his stupid colourful shirt.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen angst #seventeen #woozi #woozi x you #woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #lee jihoon #woozi angst #woozi fluff #seventeen fanfic #jihoon x reader

[lyney-s-bitch]

two great minds came together and came up with this request: neuvilette as a priest (see the genshin halloween art) x female goth!reader that seduces him 🤭 MAKE IT UNHOLYYYYYY

yeahhh I’ve been procrastinating this for quite a while LMAO, but I didn’t wanna leave you guys hanging - so just take it and run with it😀🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️

also I’m rusty af and had no ✨imagination✨ here don’t @ me

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Priest!Neuvillette x (fem) Goth!Reader || vaguely 18+

• Neuvillette certainly was the type to be drawn to innocence and purity, absolutely nothing dark or sinful, God forbid

• frankly, when you first came to his church, he had to overthink his entire existence

• part of him had hoped for you to come back soon, and the other part had hoped to never see you again so he wouldn’t be forced to go down that rabbit hole

• but you didn’t do him that favor, I mean how could you? there’s no way you’d be able to resist this gorgeous man regularly preaching his faith to the "sinners"

• everything about him made you want to ruin the respectably imposing yet incredibly gentle man, made you want to see him lose all of his composure just for you

• you knew he was certainly no stranger to tears, albeit silent ones, but whenever you looked at him, you couldn’t help craving to hear him cry out for you, for your touch and care

• he instilled the strong desire in you to make him forget all about his God - you were determined to be the only thing plaguing his mind from now on

• Neuvillette wasn’t actively practicing celibacy, he merely had other things on his mind rather than such impure things… well, up until now

• and when you showed up one night in order to confess your unholy attraction to him?? it was as if a long-corroded dam inside of him had broken, and every fiber of his being felt like it had suddenly been enlightened in the most obscure way possible, thoughts of him doing… things to you flooding his mind like an unstoppable cascade

• he couldn’t help but wonder… what would your soft skin feel like under the touch of his hands? what would you taste like, sound like? what would you look like, all disheveled beneath him?

• yet the sane and rational parts of his mind hindered him from actually acting upon these thoughts himself - he wouldn’t allow himself to act against his strong sense of responsibility

• but what would happen if you were to push his buttons just right…?

~~~

…he might just indulge you in a moment of weakness, allowing himself to be greedy and for you to corrupt him just this once

…he might allow you to slide your sinfully sharp nails beneath his robe, run them along his skin in a gentle, yet undoubtedly demanding manner

…he might let you hear his soft noises of enjoyment whenever you‘d get near a particularly sensitive area, whenever you’d bury your hands in his silky hair and tug on it ever so slightly to make sure you still had his full, undivided attention

…he might touch you in all the places you’ve been craving him, carefully and meticulously following your instructions and letting you guide him through the entire process in order to please you to the best of his abilities

…he might tentatively run his tongue along your most sensitive spots, in a hesitant yet exhilarated manner, his every movement getting more daring with every sweet noise of pleasure he’d be able to draw from your lips

…he might not let up until he would be satisfied, which would only be the case when he’d be certain you were absolutely spent and could not bear another touch

~~~

• …or he might not.

#I highkey hate this but eh #just… take it #blame my meticulous sense of realism #I physically cannot write what I deem ooc #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #iudex neuvillette #neuvillette #neuvillette genshin #neuvillette x reader #genshin hcs #my writing stuff

[miguelswifey04]

grumpy miguel x grumpy/sassy! gn reader—headcanons

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both miguel and you have a sassy and grumpy dynamic, frequently bickering over trivial matters. the tension between you is evident as you engage in playful yet heated exchanges.

your voices carry a sassy tone, filled with sarcastic remarks and quick comebacks as you argue over the smallest of things. from debating about the best way to fold laundry to disputing the correct pronunciation of a word, your bickering knows no bounds.

miguel might raise an eyebrow, his grumpy expression matching your own as he challenges your viewpoint with a sharp retort. the two of you playfully push each other's buttons, not afraid to engage in a verbal sparring match over the most insignificant issues.

the intensity of the bickering ebbs and flows, sometimes escalating to louder exchanges and other times simply manifesting in eye rolls and exasperated sighs. despite the back-and-forth, there is an underlying affection that grounds your interactions. it’s a reflection of your shared nature – both sassy and grumpy.

occasionally, amidst the bickering, one of you might slip in a sarcastic compliment or a playful smile, revealing the underlying fondness that exists beneath the surface. these small gestures serve as a reminder that, despite the incessant bickering, there is a deep love and understanding that binds you together.

while the bickering may seem tiresome to an outsider, you know that it's a familiar and comforting dance that you perform. it’s an expression of your unique dynamic, a way to let off steam and find amusement in the day-to-day trivialities.

in the end, your sassy and grumpy bickering serves as a reminder of the strength of your connection. it’s through those moments of playful banter that you find solace in each other's company, appreciating the quirks and idiosyncrasies that make your relationship special.

despite the occasional grumpiness and bickering, your shared bond is unbreakable. It's a testament to the depth of your love, as you find comfort and amusement in each other's unique personalities, sassy retorts, and heated exchanges over the most insignificant things.

i would feel like if you argue with him for FUN LMFAO and to rile him up, he miguel wouldn’t really like that so he doesn’t hesitate to put you in your place but YOU are the one who ends up PUTTING HIM IN HIS PLACE

one time you overdid it so he tied you up to a chair and duck taped your mouth—just to stop you from spewing over-the-top sarcastic/mean remarks, and he was like “you’re gonna be here until you think about being nice to me.” it’s all fun in games because he knows you’ll break free since you’re a spider person LOL

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #spider person #miguel o’hara x y/n #spidersona #miguel o’hara x grumpy!reader #🌱 lin writes

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hoodie <3

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y'all this is a repost cause i lost my first bloggg 😭 im sorryyy

lee: Minho

ler: Channie

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It was one of those days that seemed pretty normal to Soonie. I mean, what’s more comfortable to a cat then to just…cuddle with your owner in a pile of blankets on a rainy day? Nothing, I tell you. However, the said owner was currently being bothered by his one and only older member…and Soonie soon enough decided that finding sleep elsewhere more quiet was most probably appropriate. He walked out of the room in all fours, making his way over to another empty room.

“LEE KNOWWWWW” Chan yelled.

“wake up im bored”

“...are you actually asleep?”

Chris decided that Minho might ACTUALLY be asleep, however he was the only one at home and he was bored. So he decided that waking Lino up to do something may be the only bet he had to dispose of the boredom. 

Then he had an idea. Involving Lee Know’s exposed feet under the blanket.

“Minhoooo”  Chan teased while wiggling his fingers ever so slightly along Lino’s socked left sole. The foot wriggled as Minho tried to stifle a giggle and yanked his foot away. 

“Channie hyungggg leave me aloneeee” Minho whined.

“Nope. I’m bored so wake up”

“But I wanna sleeep”

“Fine. Then I guess I’ll just sleep with you”

Chan then lifted the blanket and snuggled in with Lee Know. But Minho was already awake and plotting his revenge because Chris woke him up. He poked Chan’s ribcage, relishing in the loud screech from the older.

‘Okahay, that’s it’ Chan giggled out as his hands darted down to scribble Lino’s sides. However, it wasn’t earning him as big of a reaction as he WOULD have liked due to the thick, warm hoodie that Minho was wearing that day. Chris frowned and thought for a few seconds as Minho tried his hardest to squirm out of the straddled grip he was under.

“Channie…hyung let me out. What are you even DOING?”

Chris then suddenly lifted the bottom of Minho’s hoodie and shoved his head into it, resulting in a shriek of surprise from the younger, followed by loud hysterics when Chan’s fingers found their way into the exposed crevices of his ribs under the hoodie.

“chAHAHAN WHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOING?!”

Chris then mumbled something into Minho’s bare stomach, only causing chaotic cackles to pour out of the younger, who was squirming and doing ANYTHING to get Chris out of his hoodie.

“HYUHUNG PLEHEHEASE I CAHANT TAKE ITTT!!!”

“AHHHH WHAHAT AHARE YOU DOHOHING GEHET AHAAHAA”

Chan pressed his lips against Minho’s belly button, blowing air out in a ticklish raspberry. Tears were starting to well up in Minho’s eyes and his fists pounded against Chan’s back, however these efforts did nothing to stop the older.

Minho gasped loudly when he felt teeth along his bare side. No. No. He can’t be doing this. Minho was going to DIE. 

“yaaaHAHAHAHAA CHANNNNNNN HYUHUNG NAHAHAAAA WHY?!”

“Cause you're cute, thats why” Chan mumbled, only tickling the younger more.

The cruel kisses, nibbles, and raspberries only continued.

Tears flowed down Minho’s face and neck as he begged and begged Chan to stop. He was so completely helpless. And he loved it.

Soon enough, however Chan did emerge from the depths of Lee Know’s oversized hoodie to be met with the CUTEST ball of joy in front of him; a blushing, panting, Minho with disheveled hair and the cutest heart eyes in EXISTENCE. Chris could have just kissed his whole face in that moment.

“Hahaaa whahat was that for…”

“Awww you’re blushing…i bet you LOVED that”

“WHAT?! I am so getting you back”

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i hope you enjoyes. this concept was requested to me by an anon and it's so cuteee! im going to work on writing longer tho-

please check my intro before interacting! ✨💗

#midzywannabeitzy #kpop tickle #skz tickle #cuteeee #lee minho #ler channie

[elsliterarylibrary]

Scotland x reader x England Idk maybe the reader was expecting to come over for tea only to for the brothers to fight over the reader?

Okay. I feel ya. I might break this down into multiple parts with different endings. I dunno. Let's see if ya like this one shot first.

I'm sorry for the LONG wait. I was just recently put back on an anti-psychotic because I was showing signs of ✨paranoid schizophrenia✨and I'm also struggling to find a job so I can start college. I was barely conscious of my existence for a while there. I'm stressed, depressed, and losing my damn mind.

So let's try to numb the pain with yandere country personifications! Lmfao

(Y/N)'s POV

I drove over to Arthur's house. Arthur invited me over for a cuppa and considering Alfred decided to drop by my house with Matthias and Gilbert, I much rather be at Arthur's. Those three are so annoying.

When I got there, Alistair was there too. He was wearing a loose, white dress shirt that had the top two buttons unfastened and dark blue dress pants. His fiery red hair was messy as usual and he had a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, smoke slightly obscuring his face. He seemed a little agitated, but he always seemed that way so I brushed it off. (That man needs to take some anger management classes, I swear.)

"Hey, where's Arthur?" I asked, looking around Arthur's big ass house.

"In the sitting room." Alistair huffed, glaring in the direction of the room containing his little brother.

"Alright, thank you." With that, I make my way towards the sitting room, throwing a smile towards the older Kirkland man. Once I walked in the sitting room, I spotted a head of blond hair. He was sat on an arm chair, muttering angrily as he fussed with a tea kettle. I smirked and snuck up behind Arthur. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. Arthur yelped in shock and whirled around with his fists raised.

"Alistair, I swear-" He began, before realizing that it was only me. He put his fists down, smoothed out his vest, and the smiled at me. His emerald green eyes shone and he moved to envelop me in a hug.

"(Y/n)! I'm so glad you made it!" He pulled away from the hug, his hands remaining on my waist as he looked deeply into my eyes. This felt way too intimate for friends. This is uncomfortable. Can he let me go now?

"Um..." I began. "I'm kinda thirsty. Is the tea ready?"

That seemed to snap him out of whatever reverie he was in the middle of. He let me go and led me over to the couch.

"Ah, yes. Tea is ready. I hope chamomile is good enough."

I giggled. "Yeah, chamomile is good. Did you make any snacks?"

He smiled at me, but soon his expression went sour as he looked at something by the doorway.

"If he did, our house would have burned down." A gruff voice sounded from behind me.

I looked over to see Alistair standing against the doorway, his arms crossed and a lit cigarette between his fingers. Arthur huffed.

"My cooking is not that bad." Arthur argued, face turning red from embarrassment and anger.

"I'd beg to differ. You'd kill the poor lass with your cooking." Alistair retorted.

"Okay, please calm down. I came over here to escape Alfred and his friends' annoying antics, not to hear you two bicker." I take a deep breath. "Let's just enjoy some tea."

Arthur sent one last glare at Alistair before fixing me a cup of tea, handing it over to me with a quiet "here, love". I grab the tea cup, taking a sip while I leaned back and crossed my legs. I hummed in satisfaction as the flavor of the tea spread across my tongue. I brought the cup away from my lips, watching as Alistair made his way to the couch opposite Arthur and me. His forest green eyes were trained on me, eyeing me up and down. His staring made me feel subconscious of my choice of clothing. I was wearing a mint green sweater and a pair of skinny jeans. It felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.

"So, Arthur. What books have you read recently?" I asked, turning to Arthur. Maybe starting a conversation will get Alistair to stop staring at me. Or to help ignore his eyes burning into my body.

"Oh, I just finished reading All the Light We Cannot See. It was pretty good. I suggest you give it a try."

"Ooh, what's it about? Maybe I'll add it to my To Be Read list."

"Well, its about-" He was cut off by a groan from the oldest Kirkland brother. Our gazes fell towards Alistair.

"God, why are you both so boring? Can't you talk about something more exciting than books?"

"Well, I-" I began. "I'm sorry that you find the things I like boring."

The Scottish man's eyes flicked to me as they widened, as if he didn't mean to offend me.

"Now, look what you've done! You hurt her feelings!" Arthur growled. "Just because you aren't intelligent enough to enjoy a book doesn't mean you can just insult those of us who do enjoy them."

Alistair huffed. "At least I have more manly hobbies. What type of man does embroidery?"

"Excuse me?" Arthur yelled. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Hey, wait a minute-" I whispered, panicking because I realized that a fight was almost inevitable at this point. I was cut off by Alistair.

"It means that you're not a man. At least not one worthy of having (Y/n)."

"Wait, what-"

"How dare you! I am perfectly worthy of her! As if she would ever want to be with a brute like you!" Arthur shouted, standing up. His cup of tea fell to the ground, spilling it onto his khaki dress pants.

"Hey, guys. Please-"

"Oh, please. All women want to be with men like me." Alistair scoffed, slowly raising himself up from the couch. "She probably gets wet every time she sees me."

"That's not-" I stood up, trying my best to protest against these claims.

"Are you serious? Quit sexualizing her! I highly doubt that she is that much of a tasteless degenerate."

"Quit sexualizing her? I hear you nearly every night rubbing one out while moaning her name. You sexualize her so much more than I do."

Excuse me? What? That escalated quickly.

"I- But I- Well-" Arthur stammered, cheeks blazing red from embarrassment. "Well I never!"

"Please just stop!" I yelled. "I came over here to relax, not listen to you argue! Clearly, that isn't going to happen, so I'm just going to go home!"

I began to make my way towards the doorway, Arthur and Alistair protesting all the way. I was just beyond the doorway of the sitting room when I felt a strong grip on my hand yank me back into the sitting room.

"(Y/n), wait! Please don't go!" Arthur pleaded, his eyes wide and frantic.

"Man, I just wanted to have some tea and relax, not listen to you two talk about what you think is going on with my vagina at any given time or how you masturbate to the thought of me."

"I know! I know and I'm sorry." Arthur's grip on my wrist tightens as tears began to form in his eyes. "Please don't go! We'll behave! I promise!"

"I don't know-" I began, looking into Arthur's eyes. "I don't know how to feel about everything I just learned about how you two view me."

The grip on my wrist tightens and Arthur tenses up.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispered. "Please don't hate me."

"I-" I take a deep breath and pry my hand away from him. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."

With that I ran away, not looking back. Hopefully, these two will get themselves together and quit acting like horny teenaged boys.

So this was less Yandere than I wanted. But I feel bad for nearly 2 years of nothing, so I'm going to post this. Maybe in the future I will redo this one.

#yandere hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia #yandere hws scotland #yandere scotland #yandere aph england #yandere hws england #yandere england #yandere aph scotland

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BMC Archival Footage Notes

This is gonna be a long post so I’m gonna put it under the cut, like it says these are notes from me watching the Be More Chill Broadway archival footage at the New York Public Library, it’s mostly small things I noticed that I hadn’t before or things specific to this performance of the show or just random thoughts I had while watching it 

Basics

The footage is from August 8, 2019

I watched it on a CRT tv

There were multiple camera angles

It was high quality

There were credits in the beginning

Jason Tam was not listed with the main cast in the credits he was listed after the swings for some reason? There were no swings on so idk why it was like that

Act 1

I thought it had been cut but “girls! boys!” still exists

Mr. Reyes is in the theatre when Jeremy walks in before ILPR

Rich chases Jenna and tries to pull her hair when they enter after ILPR

Mr. Reyes: We are going to take a 5 minute break so that I can eat a hot pocket!      Jake, pointing: sick!

Jake to Rich as he leaves rehearsal: Yeah, see ya dude (it’s very quiet dialogue that I’d just never noticed)

Christine leans on the podium to try to look cool while she’s talking to Jake

Jake gives Christine a peace sign when he walks out at the end of that scene

Rich: he was so lonely SHHHHH the poor guy

Rich gets in Jeremy’s personal space and whispers in his ear on “speaks to you directly” and Jeremy does not like it

Michael is reading a magazine when the bed slides in for TPG

MITB plays under some of the dialogue in TPG

Scary Stockboy makes a lot of weird ass noises 

The SQUIP shoebox has a tiny bit of fog coming out of it

The SQUIP pill itself actually glows 

Jeremy kept drinking his Mountain Dew after Michael left as if he was hoping the SQUIP would activate if he drank more

Jake hides behind Christine when Jeremy’s SQUIP is activating 

The SQUIP voice was different than I’d ever heard it? It was weirdly deeper than usual and it threw me off

SQUIP: everything about you is so ✨tewwabowle✨

Jeremy has like a panic attack after the SQUIP says “everything about you makes me wanna die” (”oh god oh no oh no oh god”)

“this” when the SQUIP sang “she had a shirt just like this” was a lower than normal note

There’s a moon and sunrise projection in the background when Jeremy goes to sleep

Jake and Rich have a similar handshake to Michael and Jeremy

Jeremy does finger guns to Brooke on their “let’s sync up” 

Chloe kicked Christine’s backpack too far and it went off stage (not into the audience but the backstage area)

Jenna was very obviously filming Rich doing something weird with his belly button when the curtain opened 

Jeremy yeeted his script off stage when the SQUIP started controlling him for his Puck monologue 

Jenna got out her phone before Jeremy started his monologue because she was gonna film him failing and then he didn’t fail

Jenna fans Jeremy with her script after his monologue 

Me watching Christine give birth to the bowling ball: this woman is an Oscar nominee 

the SQUIP inspects the bowling ball baby when Jeremy is holding it

Jeremy sniffs his armpits when the SQUIP tells him “I’ve been activating your pheromones”

Christine had one had in her sweater sleeve during most of GTIKBI

They didn't show Jenna on the bleachers

Jake does a lot of small riffs during Upgrade

Usually spoken parts were sung very softly during LGW

After “optic nerve blocking on” Michael can been seen for a brief moment in the screens around the stage

Act 2

They play the SQUIP tango at the end of intermission

Mini dance battle dialogue I could make out Rich: Come on Jake!      Brooke: What?!

Jake: The keg’s right over there! Yo Chloe!

Chloe wipes her tears with her skirt during DYWH

Jake tells Brooke to hold him back when they find Chloe and Jeremy

Jenna bounces her leg when telling Michael to hurry up

Brooke walks by in the the background at the beginning of the GTIKBI (reprise) scene, sees Jeremy, then storms off

Whose bra is on the lamp in this scene???

Jeremy just screamed for his “say what's on your mind”

Christine looked happy and excited when Jeremy asked her out, like she was gonna say yes but then decided it wasn’t the right time

When the SQUIP comes back, a piece of the curtain got statically stuck to his costume

Jenna happy stims when Chloe says “Spit it out! Spit it out!”

Cheerleading choreography 

Mr. Heere: do you love him? *record scratch sound*

Chloe to Jake: you had it coming!       Jake, sadly: okay :(

Chloe doesn’t even say “come on” when she calls Brooke, she just slaps her leg and gesture for Brooke to go with her

The prop beaker flew too far and ended up backstage, Jeremy had to actually go off stage to retrieve it

there are 3 audible snaps after the line “when you improve the lives of all your peers”

Jenna looked so sad when she said “I would do anything to feel like I belong”

Scrolling text of green code on the screens around the stage near the end of TPC

“everything about you is going to be wonderful” instrumental plays under Jeremy trying to convince Christine to take a SQUIP

Mr. Reyes: I suppose you’ll be wanting your costume back *starts to cry as he runs off stage*

The SQUIP being lowered onto the stage during The Play seemed oddly fast

Michael mimics Jeremy’s weird position when he says “it’s a gesture, gesture matter!”

Michael does a little dance on “I just know it’s never gonna happen”

Jake just wanders around in the background holding the empty bottle of Mountain Dew Red

Christine: You’re the guy I am so kinda into      Jeremy: I am?

LGW plays as Jeremy breaks free from the SQUIP and gives Christine the Mountain Dew Red 

Michael’s jaw drops when he hears Rich say “totally bi now”

Rich does the 👉👌 hand gesture after “tell her that she excites you sexually”

Jake dabs and Jeremy dabs back at him

#be more chill #bmc #broadway #archival footage #nypl #Jeremy heere #Michael mell #squip #christine canigula #jenna rolan #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #jake dillinger #rich goranski #mr heere #mr reyes #musicals #notes #l

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(: I’m back for another Angst request :)

If possible could d Bonten Rindou who finally was able to escape Bonten’s grasp and try to lead a normal life, say he moves to the USA and hides himself very well in a small town, there he has a wife, two children (boys), and lived a very average life that he is very content with- he has some mediocre job working in some factory. When everything is going to well for him, he comes home one day to an empty house and only a note on the table with the Bonten logo on it.

(: please make this one ✨hurt ✨ (I have no doubt that you will ) :)

THIS IS SO BONTEN OMG THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS.

Life is Lonely Lovely: A Rindou Haitani Short

wc: 1.4k

tw: angst

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What a difference five years and a box of black hair dye can make.

It obviously was more complicated, but Rindou likes to think it wasn't. In his dreams, he remembers the escape all too well, however. The running, the hiding, the narrowly missed flight that had him in shambles at the airport, trying to scrape together just enough cash to make the last flight out.

But Rindou doesn't think much about the past when he wakes up. It's all behind him now.

In front of him is the woman he loves, the kids he adores, and the life he's come to cherish.

"Good morning, my love," Rindou whispers, leaning over to place a short kiss on your exposed shoulder. You hum and reach for him, eyes still closed as you wrap your hand around his wrist.

"Stay for a little while longer," you murmur drowsily, your perfect hand caressing his skin in an effort to make him relent.

"I can't," Rindou breathes, lacing his fingers through yours. But he does, if only for a brief spell. He could be late occasionally, right? The luxury of being late greets him as he slips out of bed twenty minutes later, smelling like you. Your scent is so calming, so alluring...

A memory pops up like a red flag in his mind: the girls back in Roppongi smelled like sharp corners, sleepless nights, and wrong turns. Ran liked the smell and always complimented the girls who doused themselves in musk and amber... but you were nothing like them.

You smell like roundabouts, lazy days, like the street downwind of a flower shop. You touch his cheek and don't expect anything out of him. Your affection isn't a business deal; it's just... love. Rindou mourns while he takes a short shower. Washing you off of him is almost a sin. But he knows if he can come back home to you, it'll be okay.

"Dad, can you make me some toast?"

Rindou happily places the bread inside the toaster and presses the button. The two boys walk around the kitchen, half-awake, as Rindou spoons eggs and places bacon on their plates. They both have blonde hair - like Rindou did at one time - but you had chalked it up to a recessive gene on your side of the family.

There are days when Rin wants to tell you where he came from, what he came from, and who he ran from, but he keeps those things close to his chest. To tell you would be akin to signing your death warrant, which would be a mistake he would never recover from.

"Babe," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his frame. "Bacon smells good."

"Made it just how you like it." Rindou takes pride in placing dutiful kisses on his children's foreheads. He takes even more pride in how he kisses you before he heads out the door, toast in his right hand and lunch in his left.

The average car purrs to life in the garage, and he backs out, eyes totally focused on the children hanging onto your robe as you wave him goodbye.

"I love you! Have a good day!"

Have a good day!

The words ring in his ears when he parks in the factory parking lot and joins his fellow workers on the paper mill floor, each churning out their own piece of the puzzle. Rindou knows about teamwork - he's been part of a team his entire life. Except in this warehouse, hardly anyone dies. Sure, there are injuries here and there, but none that leave families without their kin.

No punishments exist that end in death. The worst that's ever received is a write-up or a meeting with HR. Not the active end of a gun. And even though lunch is a simple sandwich with chips and a soda, Rindou is happy.

Have a good day!

Whistling is the name of the game after work. He's sure he'll see you sprawled across the floor with the kids once he arrives home, dinner already started, and some snacks left out as you play with your sons. Rindou knows the drill: he'll come inside, call out for his boys (who are already mid-run), see you coming around the corner, and kiss every single cheek in sight. It's a simple life with simple joys. He'll eat dinner, play games, watch TV with the boys, and then send them to sleep with a story.

Storytime is his favorite. Every night they ask for a new tale. And every night, he makes up something they'll enjoy, whether it's dragons who love tacos or mice who love to dance the conga. He can't remember his father doing anything of the sort with Ran and him when they were younger. But that's okay. It's his turn to make it right.

Rindou drops his keys at the garage door, and as he stoops, he grunts softly. Like a dad, he thinks to himself, chuckling. When the key slips into the lock, however, he instantly feels the door give way.

Later, Rindou will wish he had paid more attention to that minute detail.

Instead, the door creaks open, and for a moment, he imagines one of his sons - perhaps the eldest - on the other side, face bright and excited to his father. But there's no noise. No one comes to greet him. The silence is deafening.

"Babe," he calls out, praying you're all just cuddled up in the bedroom, taking a nap. But the further his feet carry him, the more his hope slips away. "Babe?"

He's never been this frightened before. His shoes slap against the stairs, echoing like bombs crashing to the earth. "Babe!" His voice has never gotten this high-pitched. For a brief moment, he considers that this is all a game and that he needs to play it cool and play hide-and-seek. That's it. But the more he seeks, the less that's hidden.

In the master bedroom, signs of a struggle materialize almost instantly. The bedsheet is ruffled, the pictures on the wall are crooked, and there's one distinct piece of furniture missing.

That, too, was overlooked before the investigation began.

"The poster bed had four posts," Rindou repeats to the detective, rattling his cuffs angrily. "I know that! I bought the fucking bed!"

His shouts do him no good.

"Sir, you're going to have to come in for--"

"I didn't do anything!" Rindou screams, tears coursing down his face. "I swear to god, I would never hurt my boys or my wife!"

"You lied about your identity--" The female detective shoves papers his way and Rindou looks at his old passport photo before swiping it off the table in anguish. "You know how this looks, don't you, Mr. Haitani?"

"I didn't do anything!"

Over and over and over, Rindou tells his tale to those who matter. "I went to work after cooking breakfast," he mutters, teeth chattering as he looks down at his cuffed hands. "I went to work. People saw me there."

"We have evidence that you didn't show up for work," his lawyer sighs. "Rindou, just tell us the truth. There's no way your fingerprints could have been on everything in that crime scene if you didn't --"

"If I tell you who did it, they'll kill me," he whimpers. "I just want my family back. I just want my old life back. Please... help me."

"You can have everything back if you just tell us where you took them."

"I..." Flashes of the crumpled-up note come back to Rindou, and he flinches. "I didn't... I would never..."

"If you found something, we need to know."

Rindou shakes his head, seeing his blonde roots returning to life in the reflection of the metal table. "I can't."

Rindou whispers those words to himself when he lies on his bunk in the cell at night. His cellmate won't even look at or touch him. He wouldn't dare touch the man who made his entire family disappear.

"Have a good day," Rindou mumbles dumbly at the man that slips off the top bunk. "Have a good day," he mutters to the lunch ladies. "Have a good day," he tells the man in the commissary, his arms full of things he purchased with the money that never seems to run out on his books. "Have a good day," he whimpers, playing with the Hot Wheels car, watching the item zip across his cell.

"Have a good day," he breathes as the lights shut off in the prison, damning him to another night in hell.

#rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #guys I'm actually so sorry that this is so sad #I am crying right now #My eyes are wet and my allergies are acting up again #pass the tissues #I am so serious *PASS THE TISSUES*

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

No Chick Flick Moments

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, post sex introspection, blood, teasing, insults, flirting, anxiety, PTSD, nervous Dom, pulling apart too soon, lying, hiding, Tom being dramatic, fluffy drives, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: mature

The room felt too quiet as they came down together. At some point Kells had rolled over to let the human rest though he couldn't stop a small fear from creeping up that if he gave the boy a choice Dom might try to run away. So far he hadn't but he kept waiting for the veil to drop from his eyes and for him to realize what they had just done. The scent of blood and sex hung heavy on their skin and even after twenty minutes his knot hadn't gone down. When Dominic started tracing his tattoos he almost jumped out of his skin. And it was that, his own skin. He wasn't like the others and that was more obvious by the day.

"So I guess we don't got nuffin to 'unt. I mean… if he stops killing ain't no reason to go after Raziel. Ya fink?" Dom hummed. He was pretty sure there was a puddle of drool under his cheek but he was too strangely comfortable to move. He'd never felt so at peace with his body and he didn't think that should be happening after letting something inside the part of him that wasn't supposed to exist. He knew there was lots they needed to talk about but he didn't want to start somewhere that might make them fight. That seemed to be their default.

"Yeah. He seems like a good guy just a little fucked in the head." Kells sighed back, running his fingers through the kid's wild hair. He wasn't normally sweet after sex but it wasn't like he could stop touching Dom yet. Why not enjoy the after glow?

Dom huffed softly and looked up at the beast, his brows furrowed. "You was knocked out the whole bloody time."

The devil went still and huffed a nervous laugh before remembering who he was and he tried to fake his Cheshire grin. "Yeah but-" He took a deep breath and shrugged instead, gently pressing the boy's head back down on his chest. "I just mean if you don't think we should kill him, I agree. He's after what we are. Did he say why?" He didn't want his lover to know how much he was in his mind. He couldn't give that away just yet.

"Yeah um… seemed like revenge for an old bruv or summat. Guess like you said Astaroth 'as been after all kinds. Went after an angel."

"Oh. Insane he bagged one." He couldn't admit he knew that already, could he?

"So…" Dom trailed off. He wanted to ask about the elephant in the room and not the one on his ass. He'd never explain that but it felt strange to ask-

"You're trying to figure out how to ask about my dick I'm guessing?" Kells wondered rather bluntly and it made the Hunter giggle until he clenched too tight and felt the demon behind his belly button. "I thought you said it was 'jus' me' and didn't matter?" He tried to fake the boy's voice and Dom nipped softly at his chest.

"It don't. Won't stop me from fucking yas but it's definitely interesting." He purred back, trying to tighten his inner walls around the monster inside him.

"I guess it's called a knot. I didn't even know it worked before now. Maybe you bring something out in me." He lied to himself and thought it was a tease but deep down he knew the truth. He was serious.

Dom arched a brow and pushed himself up enough to look down at the demon. It pushed his cock somehow deeper and he shuddered but tried to keep a straight face. "I got your cock in me magic pussy but tha'? Gayest shite I ever 'eard."

Kells looked up into those glaring jade eyes and was so impressed he knew he gave his bitch heart eyes back. "I could make it gayer."

"Please don't." Dom groaned.

"Oh but maybe I should. Still a bratty bitch even after I blew your fucking mind. How dare you! You don't deserve my dick."

"Oi! Off ya go again being an egotistical arse."

"I heal you, I give you the best O of your life, and still-"

"You did?" Dom's teasing dropped fast and Kells stopped short, swallowing hard. "I fhought but… I didn't um- I…" He sighed deep and pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's lips. "Fank you."

"Y- yeah. Um… I wasn't going to say. I don't want you like, ya know. We're cool, okay?" He didn't even know what exactly he was saying, it just came spilling out. He wasn't used to being nervous but he wasn't used to feeling anything at all besides anger or pride.

"I'd 'ope so considering I'm full up of ya cum and might be stuck 'ere all day." Dom tried to lighten the mood. He'd seen a monster or two scared before but he'd never seen one anxious. The beast was confusing him more and more but it wasn't exactly in a bad way. "So, if I'm a- whatchamacallit? Omega? Wha' are you?"

"I'm nothing."

It was said so quickly and genuinely that it stopped Dom cold for a moment. He didn't know how to be nice but he didn't like that. "You a lot obviously. A good lay for one. A top demon. Pretty enough."

Kells chuckled but he wasn't exactly sure what to say. "Well, the opposite of what you've been cursed to be would be an alpha." He explained simply though he didn't think he could claim the title. He never had before. He wasn't expecting the eye roll though.

"Of course. Of course it is. 'Ow bloody typical."

"I'm just explaining, I didn't start it! It's like… religious shit. Angels. If you want to talk ego-"

"Don't even get me started. It's fine. I'm ignoring it. I fhought angels were junkless. Ain't tha' wha' them Winchester books say?" Dom huffed as he got comfortable again. He wasn't cuddling of course, it was just what he had to do until they could separate. "Why 'ey alphas and omegas if 'ey junkless?"

Keliphos laughed a little too hard, maybe it was relief that his lover had relaxed or maybe it was just that he genuinely found the kid funny. He never understood the 'junkless' shit that those boys let spread about angels but it wasn't his problem. "Maybe people think that cause they don't have their right parts in human meatsuits but nah, definitely not junkless."

"Okay but like- why all the extra shite?"

The demon tried not to chuckle again but it seemed incredibly obvious. Besides he had to know why Astaroth gave him the womb, right? He let his palms rub slowly down his lover's back, he couldn't even feel a scar from where he'd been stabbed but they were both so sticky wet with blood. Dom shivered at the touch as if the spot were sensitive but otherwise stayed still above him. "It's for uh… ya know, making sure it sticks?"

"Wha' sticks?"

"It gives you time to catch." He tried again.

"Catch wha?"

The beast snorted and rubbed over his face in mild disbelief. He didn't know if Dom was being obstinate on purpose or he'd fucked his brains out. "I guess it's to make little fluffy baby angels." He joked, trying to say it in a simple way. Even said so cheesily the thought made his dick jerk and he thought he felt the kid clench but Dom froze on top of him.

"Wait. But- and I- but you- we- oh fuck!" The human stuttered, his heart racing and his stomach turning with nerves.

"Shit Dom- chill. Please? I can't, okay? We're good!" It didn't matter, the boy was panicking hardcore and it wasn't really about him. He tried to grip his hips and keep him close but he didn't want to force him too hard. He was just annoyed their nice night was getting fucked and not in the fun way. "I can't- I'm not- I don't think it works, okay?"

"But he did 'is to make me a bloody broodmare?" He shrieked loud enough Kells winced.

"You're submissive and breedable. It's hot, I just don't work like that." The devil tried to lighten the mood but he wasn't surprised by the slap across his face or the sharp tug of his knot.

"Oh fuck off wiv tha'. I ain't. I ain't! I-" Dom grumbled and pulled hard enough to get free but he whimpered when his partner cursed and hissed at the pain.

"Shit can you fucking not? You could hurt yourself!" Kells growled as he felt the boy gush their combined slick and cum all over his lap but as the punk stumbled off him and dripped a mess all over he was half tempted to yank him back to bed. He didn't want to fuck up by doing too much though. He could feel Dom was working through something so instead he just rolled on his side and posed mostly jokingly. "You can't just rip us apart. I heal faster than you."

"Tha's dubious as fuck, tha'. Guess I'm not surprised. Patriarchal bullshit. I'm not… I- jus' fuck. Sorry if I bruised ya bloody ego. I'm gonna take a shower. Too much-" He gestured at his crimson coated body and clenched his thighs to keep everything inside.

Kells nodded and gave him a gentle smile but he could feel and hear the anxiety rolling off the kid. He could almost feel the way Dom's throat was closing up, as if he were about to cry. His omega was working up to a full blown panic attack but when he pushed up and out of bed the boy closed the door in his face. He pressed his palm against it, taking a deep breath. He didn't want him upset, not after everything that just happened between them. He didn't know what to say and he didn't want to force his presence so when he heard the shower start up he took a step back. "I'm okay Kells. We alright." Dom whimpered, his voice strained enough the cracking was obvious through the door.

"Okay." He sighed, snapping his fingers to summon a cup of tea, some painkillers, and Dom's cigarettes inside the room with him. After making sure the boy was set he cleaned himself and the room up magically before heading out to check and make sure Raziel was gone. Normally a banishing lasted a while but with his lover anxious he needed to fix something. Anything. To protect. He couldn't make him feel better about what Astaroth had done but he could keep him safe from anything else.

Kells made it back to the room not an hour later but Dom had already cleared out. He tried not to take it personally but it sent a wash of anxiety through his chest. There was a note left on the table at least but it didn't say much. 'Found a new job, catch me if you can 🖤' with a little black heart at the end. It was the heart that soothed him and the fact that the words felt flirty but he supposed the human didn't realize how connected they already were. He could feel something like a tether between them, his blood was pumping through Dom's veins and keeping them connected.

He didn't go invisible boy often but he didn't want to show himself too soon to the kid so instead of popping up in his passenger seat he kept his lover from seeing him as he relaxed in the back. He knew he'd probably get labeled as creepy if Dom ever found out he did that but it was how he'd spent time before talking to him. He was able to keep him safe but give him space as well. Fuck- he was becoming an Edward wasn't he?

"Are you kidding me Dominic? Are you kidding me? I thought you weren't going to fuck the demon?" Tom's voice filled the car before the man appeared but thankfully the Hunter kept his car on the road. He glared over at his friend and rolled his eyes. That spot was for his demon. The demon. Not his. Fuck.

"I'm not in the mood Tom." He sighed, clenching his hands around the steering wheel. He could still feel his insides trying to settle after being spread apart for the monster's cock. His shower had been perfect but his head was still a mess and there was a small fear in the back of his mind whispering that Kells wasn't coming back.

"Do you know what could happen? Are you ready to face the consequences? Dom, you know I love you but he's a monster!" Tom scoffed, reaching across the bench seat to rest his palm on his best friend's thigh. The moment they touched he thought he heard a growl but it didn't matter. He needed the human to listen.

"And wha' the fuck are you?" Dom spat, he was more annoyed than he normally was with his oldest friend but he couldn't help it. He was dealing with a lot and only Kells seemed to settle him anymore.

"I'm someone who cares! Just… drop this whole revenge thing. Let him finish it. He's strong enough to do it on his own. You can join me at the cabin, okay? Please? Wait- wha' are you doing? Put the lighter down. You aren't about to smoke, are you?" Tom's voice was almost wild as he tried to convince the boy yet again to drop his war. That was never why he'd brought him to America. He'd wanted to give the kid a fresh start.

Kells watched with a smirk as his lover picked up a lighter and a pre-made banishment hex bag. He didn't know what the stranger was on about but he had to bite his cheek not to laugh as Dom lit the spell and Tom grumbled. "Fine, fuck you too. Call me when you-" Whatever he was going to say was cut off as he disappeared. The magic would only last so long but he was proud of his boy.

"Fhought you might want your seat free." Dom smiled, patting the seat next to him and Keliphos startled. No one had ever been able to tell he was present when he was invisible. What the fuck was happening?

The beast climbed over the seat as he let his lover see him and when he settled he was pelted with candy. "Ain't nice to spy. Now clean tha' up." Dom snapped but he wasn't truly angry. Just annoyed. He saved his rage for those that seriously deserved it.

Kells didn't know where they were driving but it didn't matter. He just tried to enjoy the ride. They fought over the radio and shared snacks in vaguely violent or sexual ways and occasionally even got a little handsy. The demon tried to follow the Hunter's lead but he couldn't get his annoyance with the other man out of his head. They didn't talk much, he didn't want to overwhelm his omega more, but he felt closer to him with every mile that passed.

"Shite, I need petrol." Dom grumbled when they passed yet another state line and rolled into a new town. The beast dropped his sunglasses and glared around them, he hated small towns. His bitch was too pretty for them, everyone stared. As the car rumbled to a stop and the kid pushed open the door he looked back at the devil. "So… should I grab some rubbers?" His voice seemed almost nervous again.

Keliphos laughed and shook his head, pulling his glasses off to give him a wink. "Sorry doll but they don't fit. But nah, we're good." The demon had heard a lot of final sentences over the centuries, normally people were begging for their lives or vowing revenge they'd never get but in all his time he'd never heard or uttered such famous last words.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

This was slightly slice of life and probably not enough plot but at least they're learning some things about each other and themselves. I hope you like it! Why is Kells saying he can't breed? Why is Tom so against them being together? Obviously Tom isn't just a voice in Dom's head but what is he? Why are the boys already so connected? Keep reading to find out ⚰️🖤

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[rmd-writes]

🎵Guess who's back? Back again...🎵

...with my second request for more writing sorcery from you. ✨

#10 and/or #46 for FirstPrince (those two kind of complement one another, just saying...lol. Up to you and your muse, though!)

THANK YOU!!

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep failing at keeping these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

You’re so right, Sonia, these two prompts do complement each other so well, and you inspired me to write a little Alex POV for a scene from an existing fic of mine! Thank you!! 💖

a kiss desperately and a kiss out of envy/jealousy

Alex sits in his booth playing with the label on his beer as he watches Henry at the bar, talking and laughing with some guy.

The other guy must feel him staring because he looks over at Alex and then says something to Henry. Henry’s eyes flicker over to him and Alex holds his gaze for a moment before he looks away, his attention going back to the other guy.

He knows it shouldn’t, but something hot churns in Alex’s gut as he watches them. Henry takes a sip of his drink and converses with the man, and Alex is only slightly mollified that Henry looks a little distracted and keeps glancing at him.

But then the other guy puts his hand on Henry’s fucking thigh and Alex can’t watch this anymore. There’s heat rising on the back of his neck and he stands, yanking his tie off, shoving it into his pocket and undoing a couple of buttons on his shirt. He grabs his beer and stalks over to Henry.

Standing behind him, Alex interrupts them and asks, “Is this guy bothering you?” before nonchalantly taking a long pull from his beer, feeling smug when Henry’s eyes focus on his throat as he swallows.

The other guy tries to answer for Henry, which only serves to annoy Alex more and he cuts him off, insisting that Henry answer. When Henry insists that things are fine, Alex takes matters into his own hands. He orders a vodka martini for Henry, despite the fact that he already has a drink and he’s far from finished.

Waiting for the bartender to make the martini, Alex looks around and notices that half the bar appears to be pretending not to watch the three of them. He smirks.

Alex tips the bartender generously, noting the way that she leans her elbows on the bar, clearly eager to see what happens next. He takes the glass, leaving his own beer on the bar and steps over to Henry.

Without a word, he takes the whiskey tumbler out of Henry’s hand and replaces it with the martini he’s holding.

“Vodka or gin?” Henry asks, his lips curling just a touch at the corner.

Alex gives him a slightly feral grin. “Vodka, of course.”

The other guy says something to Henry, but Alex isn’t paying attention, too busy looking at the way Henry’s elegant fingers hold the glass.

“I quite like vodka actually,” Henry says calmly, as if he’s discussing the weather. “If I’m in the right mood.”

“Fucking stellar.”

Henry goes back to talking to the other guy – his name is Jason, apparently. It doesn’t matter, because he doesn’t matter. Henry belongs to Alex. He stays close, shifting his weight so that his side is pressed against Henry’s arm and shoulder. Henry leans into him subtly.

He lets Jason drone on before interrupting him, challenging his anecdote. When Jason looks suitably annoyed, Alex ups his game.

“Seems to me like …” Alex gestures at Henry, as if he doesn’t know his name.

“Henry.”

“Seems to me like Henry here wasn’t interested in what you were saying anyway,” Alex drawls. “I think he’s much more interested in something else.”

Most of the people in the bar are watching them again, not even pretending this time that they’re not watching the scene at the bar unfold.

Alex moves to stand between Henry’s thighs with a smirk at Jason, before saying, “something like this.”

In one movement, he uses one hand to take the glass out of Henry’s hand, placing it on the bar behind him while simultaneously gripping the back of Henry’s neck a little desperately.

He pulls Henry in for a kiss; hard and fast, leaving no doubt for anyone watching them that Henry is his. He sweeps his tongue along the seam of Henry’s lips and when they part, he licks into his mouth. Henry tastes a little bitter from the alcohol but Alex doesn’t care because underneath that is the taste of Henry that helps quell the frenetic need pulsing through his veins.

Henry kisses him back, a soft moan escaping him that Alex greedily swallows as Henry’s fingers dig into his hips, pulling him closer.

When they pull apart, breathless, Henry smiles softly, all pretense now gone, “How did your mediation go, love?”

—

If you want to find out what happens next, the original fic is Call Me Old Fashioned

(find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

#sending me more than one prompt just unleashes my competitive side #I WILL fit all of the prompts into one ficlet #so kiss me #rwrb fic #red white and royal blue fic #firstprince fic #rmd writes #rmd writes: rwrb snippet

[petrichoraline]

tagged by: @heart-ming & @hello-n-goodbye 💓🥰💞

currently watching

i'm picking up the pace again, at the moment i tune in for a boss and a babe and all the liquors, i'm awaiting the finale of the end of the world with you and just started umg ✨

rewatching

with all the shows and movies in existence i'm not in the habit of rewatching things and when i do it's usually with the assistance of the skipping buttons; i'm interested in doing a quick rewatch of that sort of sotus to refresh my memory (and if i do i might just see their our skyy episode)

looking forward to

ahh *knuckle cracking* i look forward to watching a bunch of stuff that have been released a long time ago so this might be long

the starry love (summer's fine, let's watch it then 🧘 @howitrulyam ), unchained love, the warp effect, moonlight chicken (even if just the heartliming cut), the uncanny counter (i've started it and cant bring myself back to proceed cause i can tell they're gonna make me feel things), 23.5, jack o'frost (have to binge it this week), advance bravely, i will knock you (these two i just have to push myself to continue but at least they're started), our skyy 2 (c'mon how can you not be excited after that trailer), first love: hatsukoi, ninja ni kekkon wa muzukashii (only raws to be found, no subs in sight :') almost pushed through for nobuyuki but the episodes are too lengthy, i can't pretend to be fluent in japanese for that long), eternal faith, love you seven times, utsukushii kare～eternal～, our flag means death s2, good omens s2; when it comes to the more popular upcoming bls like only friends and the next prince, my excitement is about the same - some can fail spectacularly, others could be nice surprises, i'm just here for the ride

thanks for the tag lovelies, i'm tagging @brazilian-whalien52 @fangirlmedstudentblog @howitrulyam @cryingatships @whiteorangeflower @littleragondin @magicaldreamfox1 (i saw you've done it when kp was airing so i hope it's okay) @wigglybamboo @0persimmon @peerless-airplane @spicyvampire @himbodelamain @gillianthecat @sugarbabywenkexing @chawarin-panich @lelephantsnail @hometothecanyonmoon @maibpenrai @fandomwithjoy

#went wild on the tags for this one lol as per usual no pressure and pls feel tagged if you want to do it #<3

[shreddedleopard]

EVER OURS

Chapter 2: Act One

✨ Fandom - Yuukoku No Moriarty / Moriarty The Patriot

✨ Pairing - William Moriarty/ Sherlock Holmes

✨ Rating - Mature

Summary

It's been two years since the incident on Thames bridge.William is very much alive, and still learning to navigate a new sort of existence with his flatmate, partner and best friend in New York City. When a new case with The Pinkerton Detective Agency takes an unexpected turn, William's metal is put to the test. Freshly haunted by the demons of his past and still grappling with an answer to the question of his own atonement, he's forced to consider what it really means to take a life, and in doing so, he and Sherlock must finally confront the depths of their feelings for one another.

'My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved I can only live wholly with you or not at all -  Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together. Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.  Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours.' -- Beethoven

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“You look … nice.” Liam’s brow quirked as his gaze landed on the strips of material hanging limply at either side of Sherlock’s open collar. 

Sherlock grinned, stumping out the butt of his cigarette. “And you look too nice.”

Liam’s eye returned to his. “Oh?”

Sherlock sighed. He slid another smoke from his pack. “Remember how I said to leave all the set up to me; all you gotta do is show up and perform?”

Liam folded his arms, knuckle resting against his chin as he watched Sherlock light up. “I do.”

Sherlock hummed before taking a drag. He rose from the chair, stepping up to Liam with his cigarette balanced in the crook of his mouth. “Le’s jus’ say …” He looked Liam up and down again. He really did scrub up so beautifully. But Sherlock couldn’t deny the fact that he was looking forward to transforming Liam into the leading role he had in mind. He took his cigarette between his fingers. “You’re not quite in character enough, looking like that.”

“Well, best you revamp me suitably to fit the vision of your leading man, then.” 

Sherlock licked his lips. The cigarette was slid back into his mouth as he reached for the buttons of Liam’s dinner jacket. He undid all three, one by one, until it hung open. 

“Say, wanna play a game?” He asked, the words distorted around his mouthful. 

Liam plucked the cigarette from him, holding it aside. “How many of these have you smoked already?”

“Today, or ..?”

He received a pointedly arched brow at that, and it made his stomach flutter in the most delicious manner. He chided himself inwardly for chasing the feeling.

“S’my fourth, since I’ve been waiting here.”

Liam made a face at him. He reached aside to set the smoke in the groove at the ashtray lip. “You can at least wait for the rest of it until you’re done with me, then.”

Sherlock began to protest, but he was promptly silenced by Liam’s hands at his neck. He was fastening Sherlock’s bowtie.

“Your game?” He prompted, single eye fixed on the deft movements of his fingers at Sherlock’s collar.

“Ah, yeah. ‘Course.” Sherlock lifted his chin, staring down his nose. “How about we see if you can guess the sort of character you’re playing by the time I’ve finished doing you over?”

Liam secured the bow neatly at Sherlock’s throat and tilted his head, as though considering. It was a wasted effort; Sherlock could see right through him. He knew that this was the sort of game Liam would never pass up. 

“Alright, then.” He let go of the tie, brushing Sherlocks shoulders down, before gesturing to his own open jacket. “For starters, I might be an easy going sort of gentleman, to show up to wherever it is I’m headed with my jacket unfastened. Perhaps I prefer not to be constrained, and the loosened buttons were a conscious choice. Or perhaps even, I have donned my jacket in a hurry, in which case, I’m disorganised more than I am conscientious, and the choice was not a choice at all.”

Sherlock smirked. “Interesting.”

The smile Liam offered in return was coy, with a hint of the devilish. He gestured about his person. “Please, by all means, continue.”

It was all the invitation Sherlock needed to carry on with his excuse to dishevel Liam. He took Liam’s sleeve between his fingers, pulling his wrist upwards so that he could unfasten his cufflinks. 

“I’m not saying these aren’t very nice, but … they don’t quite fit.”

“Hm.” Liam watched Sherlock remove both sets of links, depositing them in his own pockets. “Interesting,” he parroted back, glancing at Sherlock beneath an arched brow.

Sherlock simply held his gaze as he reached for Liam’s lapels, sliding his fingers upwards, and the jacket was pushed from Liam’s shoulders altogether. “You can lose this,” he muttered.

“Ah.” Liam relaxed his arms under Sherlock’s touch, allowing himself to be undressed. He took the garment and hung it over the back of the kitchen chair. “Not a decision at all, then, and not for lack of manners. My jacket and cufflinks were too proper?”

“Just a little.” Sherlock winked.

Liam’s smile grew wider. “I might have an idea of where this is going.”

#sherliam #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori fanfic #eo #✨L Writes