the river will be your eyes and ears

Under the Bridge | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre:
fluff, smut, slight angst, Hybrid!AU
Words:
10.6k+
Warnings:
blood, violence (only really at the beginning), some swears, badass MC, SMUT that would probably be considered graphic?? idk
Notes:
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Requested by japanesewonderflan:
I HAVE A REQUEST!!!!!! 🙌🙌🙌 Can you do a hybrid au! For either Jungkook or Jimin and you just found or bought them and they teach you about the life of a hybrid and what it’s like and then you start to understand but one-day you come home to them in heat????? 😄😄 If you don’t want to do the smut part, that’s fine too, I’m down for just fluff if you’re only comfortable with that. From your love 💙💜💚

Originally posted by sugutie


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Call Me Mistress – River (M)

Summary: The Mistress spends an evening with “River”, a young stockbroker who serves as her obedient pet.

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut, a touch of fluff

Word Count: 10,405

Warning: Sub!Namjoon, Domme!Reader, sex work, BDSM, femdom, petplay, foot fetishism, cumplay, praise kink, roleplay, handjob, sexual themes, profanity, and I ruined more food for you guys.

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: This series as my sandbox to play in, where the journey is more important than the destination. I am expecting that some of the content in this story (and in this series) will make some readers uncomfortable, so please be mindful of the tags and remember this is fictional. Special thanks to @war-of-hormoan for agreeing to beta in my hour of need!

If you haven’t read the Prologue yet, I suggest reading that first, as it immediately precedes this story. Enjoy!

Client List: Prologue | River (Namjoon) | Ramen, Pt. 1 (Jungkook) | (more forthcoming)

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Jaebum pulled up outside the bar, screeching the car to a halt and lunging out of the drivers’ seat to walk around the car towards the doorway. He found you, shivering in the cold night air, clutching your elbows around your knees as he bent down to meet you at eye level.

“You’re freezing” he mumbled as he quickly flung his coat around you, noticing the long, dried up rivers of mascara that your tears created on his way there. His heart clenched in his chest as he pulled you to your feet, quickly finding out that walking in 7 inch heels wasn’t going to work. He scooped you up - bridal style as he held you in close to his warm body, carrying you over to the car while the many onlookers whooped and whistled in jest at his apparent heroic actions.

“Ignore them” he whispered in your ear as he set you down to open the car door, helping you inside and buckling your seatbelt before shutting the door and joining you on the other side, putting the car into gear and setting off  in the direction of home.

“Are you mad at me?” you whimpered, looking at his hand resting on the gear stick as he shifted it to third gear.

“No” he paused, taking a deep breath and concentrating on the late Friday night traffic. “You just, scared me.”

“It’s not like I was going to die. Everyone gets drunk Jae” you sighed as you sank yourself down into the seat, watching him take the familiar turns and roads to your apartment.

“That’s not what I meant. I thought I’d lost you, (Y/N). You still don’t believe me, right?” he looked at you as he parked the car in front of your place, pulling the hand-break up and switching the engine off.

“I do believe you. I was just, angry.” you looked down to the car floor as more pitiful tears began threatening to fall down your cheeks. Jaebum clicked his tongue before ejecting both of your seatbelts, hopping out of the car and running around to help you out too, taking you in his arms once again after locking the car and carrying you up to your apartment. He used the spare key you gave him many months ago to let you both in, helping you remove your shoes before lifting you into your bedroom.

“Lets get all this muck of your face and then get a good nights sleep. You’re gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.” he gave you a sleepy smile, referring to your make-up as he pulled out your removal wipes from your vanity - diligently cleansing your face as gently as he could.

He stood up, motioning for you to put your arms in the air as he pulled your dress off you, un-doing your bra and removing his shirt to put it on you before taking off his jeans and rolling you on to your side in case you would vomit in the middle of the night. He snuggled up behind you, letting his hands place themselves on your hips as he pulled his body closer to you, finally being right where he wanted to be after all the mess that happened.

“Jae?”

“What is it baby?”

“I’m sorry, I love you. So much”

He gently kissed your neck, pressing his lips flush against your skin and letting them linger there for longer than usual.

“I love you too. Close your eyes and go to sleep baby. I’m not going anywhere, so just sleep now”.

FAVOURITE KOOKMIN FANFICS

One shot

*M: mature, explicite

sugar, we’re going down by swinging by aborescent

wish i may, wish i might by fatal

your body is a place to stay by jonghyunslisterine

Mirror, Mirror in your eyes by PinkBTS

Prey on Me by PinkBTS 

 M

eyes on me by graesun

M; power bottom jimin scarcity

can’t pin me down by busan_brat

promise rings by cocksluts

 M

check one two by gangbang

 M; vminkook

i hate everybody (i like you) by kageyamas

Ears by Usui

 M

Constraint by Harlot

 M

Glass Diamonds by GinForInk


Chaptered

once upon a timeshare by namakemono

Muscle Memory by PinkBTS

Nu ABO: A Memoir by Park Jimin decompositionbooks

 M; a/b/o

- i’ve been drinking, i’ve been drinking by decompositionbooks

throwing rocks in frozen rivers by busan_brat

 M

En Passant by Error401

Rubies for a King by TheHalesNyx

Ongoing/ unfinished

Leave Your Mark by snarcsics

 M; a/b/o

The Omega Revolution by PinkBTS

 M; a/b/o

- i like how desperate you seem (in the way you look at me) by fatal (cumrich)

 M; a/b/o

he hangs like a tuesday afternoon by fatal (cumrich)

 mpreg

- underdressed and oversexed by gangbang

(Need) A little sweetness in my life by heyhoMonster

Rainy Day Love

Anonymous request: Rainy day where the reader stays in with Bill, breakfast in bed, slow dancing and bubble baths ensue. Enjoy! 

When you awaken in the morning’s hush, it is to the gentle staccato of rain against the glass panes of your bedroom windows. Your city hasn’t quite woken up yet but it’s only a matter of hours. Bill’s already up, propped up on an elbow and gazing at you from under enviously long lashes.

“It’s a rainy day today.” You whisper sleepily, interlocking your fingers with his much larger ones under the weight of your duvet.

“Sure is,” Bill yawns. “Supposed to be like this all day…”

“What should we do?” You ask, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

Bill chuckles lightly at this and moves his hand to the blade of your shoulder, rubbing it in slow soothing circles. “What do you mean what should we do? I have to get up baby girl.”

You can’t help but feel a little dejected at the thought of spending the day inside without Bill. You understood the demands of the job; that was never a difficult concept for you to grasp, but you didn’t always like them. You didn’t think you needed to either. “Close your eyes and go back to sleep, my love. I’m going to go and have a shower,” He presses a quick kiss to the apple of your cheek. “I shouldn’t be too late tonight.”

You try in vain to stay awake but the combination of the steady rain outside and the water hitting the metal drain from Bill’s shower lulls you into another peaceful slumber.

When you awaken again a few hours later, a bleak grey sky filters in through your half open curtains. The red glowing digits of your alarm clock read ‘11:07 A’. You’re about to push yourself from the warmth of your duvet, but you stop yourself when you hear the heavy sound of feet against your wooden staircase. Your heart hammers a little wildly in your chest but when your bedroom door opens and it’s Bill, you fall back against the pillows, light laughter bubbling out of your open mouth. “Scared the shit out of me,” you murmur, amusedly.

He’s got a wicker breakfast tray wedged within his grasp, complete with two plates of red peppered omelets, two glasses of orange juice and two bowls of fresh strawberries. Bill places the tray on top of your thighs over the blankets and crawls into bed next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder and placing a soft kiss to the side of your temple. “I decided I’d rather spend a rainy day with you instead.”

Usually you’re the one surprising Bill with breakfast in bed so the fact that the roles are reversed today, just enforces the fact that he is the best partner you could have ever asked for.

When you and Bill are finished eating, he gets out of bed, reaches for his sweater slung over the back of your chair and pads over to your side of the bed. He beckons for you to stand up, which you do and instinctively lift your arms over your head. Bill marvels for a few seconds at your exposed breasts,  biting down ever so slightly on his bottom lip. The moment passes and he pulls the sweater down over your body, grinning at the sheer size of it on you. “I’ve got a surprise for you.” He whispers, taking your small hand into his much larger one. He leads you down the staircase to the living room and asks you to close your eyes. You oblige him happily. Bill pads away and you think you hear him pull a vinyl record from its paper sleeve, but it’s confirmed when you hear the scratch of the needle as it makes contact with the record. You already think you know what it is but when you hear the beginning notes of Leon Bridges ‘Coming Home’ you beam brightly at Bill.

“I’ve been wanting to add this to our collection for months.” You smile, watching him saunter back to you. He closes the distance between you both, pulling you in against his chest. His hand circles around your waist, his other hand guides you around the room and before you know it, you’re dancing the rainy day away. At one point he’s moving around so fast, you’re having a hard time keeping up and you’re laughing hard. You sink to the sofa behind you in a fit of giggles. When they subside you simply tilt your head to the side, studying your boyfriend intently. He’s barefoot, he’s got on dark ripped denim jeans and a white button up shirt. His cheeks are slightly flushed from the dancing and in this moment he’s quite possibly the most beautiful human you’ve ever laid eyes on. ‘River’ begins playing softly and Bill extends his hand out for you to take, which you do. He pulls you into his warmth again and brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear. He slow dances you around the expanse of your living room, whispering sweet things into your ear and when the song finishes, Bill holds you tight against him and tells you earnestly how much he loves you.

You work on dinner together and toast to a rainy day well spent, from a bottle of Bill’s favorite wine. When all is said and done and the dishes are put away, Bill turns to you. “Can I run you a bubble bath?”

You watch him intently from your spot on top of the toilet as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up his arms. He’s got a bottle of your favorite bubble bath within his grasp and he’s pouring it into the almost scalding water. When he deems it ready, he gestures for you to join him where he’s kneeled on the tile floor. He stands up to greet you and simply murmurs, “Arms up baby.” He pulls his sweater from your body and kisses the side of your neck softly, you shiver involuntarily at the touch. He then reaches down and slides your panties from your legs, turning you around so that you can step into the bath.

“You’re not going to join me?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

Bill hesitates a moment and then wordlessly pulls his shirt from his body. He shucks off his jeans with his boxers and sidles into the steaming water behind you. You settle yourself between his legs, resting the back of your head against the smooth plains of his chest. You let the silence take shape around you and just when you think Bill’s fallen asleep he simply nuzzles into your shoulder and says, “Supposed to rain all day tomorrow too.”

Bare Assets

Sidon/Reader
Summary: Reader goes for a dip and finds themselves not alone.
Word count: 1158


There was no denying the nervousness humming throughout your body as you stood at the edge of the river. It’s been a few weeks of long traveling and it did a number on your poor legs and clothes. Your destination was the Zora’s Domain to visit your good friend Prince Sidon, but before you went you wanted to freshen up a bit.  There was no way you would go there presented with armpits reeking and hair dirtied. Finally building up courage, and one last survey of the area, you removed the worn clothes settling them just at the edge. 

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TO THINE ONE SELF BE TRUE

Pairing/Characters: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Summary: You are held captive in the prison of Asgard. The man in the cell opposite to yours is having a hard time understanding that caring is not a weakness, but indeed a strenght. 

Warnings: If you count being a prisoner a warning, than that’s a warning. I’M SO NERVOUS ABOUT THIS HELP. I let my love for a *cough* author and *cough* book slip throught the cracks on this… heheh. 

Word Count: 2,023

A/N: Dude, this is my entry for @sanjariti Caro’s game of prompts writing challenge. My prompt was Menace. And you got no idea how long i had to pick my brain for this. I decided to combine this with a request i got, i hope that’s okay! Please leave some feedback for a nervous writer. I hope you like this. I’m going to bite my nails for so long… *GIF is not mine*

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Same Level - Tom Holland Imagine

Request: Anonymous: I have a request, can u do a imagine, a tom holland one where ur the same height as tom and u are insecure about it but he tells u about how he love it. And if u could could u maybe use my name ( payton ) if u don’t use y/n. Thanks you and btw ur imaging are fucking amazing I love them

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of insecurity, smutty joke

Word Count: 1,024

A/N: Hope you liked it Payton! : )

~Masterlist~


Being in a relationship with Tom was the best thing in the world. He loved you more than ever. He loved every flaw you had, even though you hated your flaws, he loved how true you were. Tom saw you as a perfect beautiful girlfriend. You loved everything about him as well. You loved how he could make you smile, how his career never got in the way between you two, and how much he cared for everyone and everything. You loved the man with all your heart, but the one thing you weren’t to keen on was the fact that the both of you were the exact same height.

“Payton come on were going to be late” Tom knocked against the bathroom door.

“I’m almost finished!” You applied lipstick to your lips and gave your self a once over in the mirror. You swung the door open to reveal a very sexy looking Tom in his suit.

“Hey handsome” You flirted.

“Hey gorgeous” He placed a hand on your waist and pecked your cherry red lips.

“You ready?”

“Yeah just let me grab my shoes” You scurried off to your shared bedroom and searched for your black 5 inch Louboutin heels.

You never were really fond of heels, especially when you were standing next to Tom. You towered over him a little when you wore shoes like these. Then again you couldn’t just wear regular shoes with a designer dress, you’re stylist would kill you. So you had no choice, but to wear the darn things.

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Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 3- Body Double

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: none

notes: sorry for the clusterfuck of confusion on the uploading time of this. my editor was busy and then I had no wifi for 2 days and ughhh. anyways its here!

Originally posted by hellotailor

You were sitting on the couch sketching when your phone started binging like crazy, you set down your pencil and picked your phone up to see about 16 texts from Kevin. You unlocked your phone to check your texts but before you could even open the messages app Kevin’s face filled your screen and his obnoxious custom set ringtone stopped you. With a sigh you hit the green ‘answer’ button.

“hey Kev wha-” You started but Kevin cut you off mid sentence.

“Holy crap (y/n) you will not believe* what just happened! where are you?”

“Home? I didn’t feel like going to school…though, if anyone asks I’m grievously ill.”

“Well you better recover ASAP, and get over here!” Without waiting for a response Kevin ended the call.

You put your sketchbook on the couch next to you with a dramatic sigh and stood up, throwing everything in a bag and tugging your shoes on as you stumbled out the door towards the school. You quickly covered the two blocks to Riverdale high, and when you got there pretty much all of your friends were waiting out front looking like they had seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)! FINALLY!” Kevin grabbed your arm and dragged you back towards the rest of the group. “While you were sitting around at home being a recluse- something I do not endorse by the way, we already have Jughead for that- Cheryl dropped probably one of the biggest bombs since July 4th! In bio she totally confessed!”  Kevin looked like he was about to explode.

Betty stopped him before he could go into further detail. “All Cheryl said was that she was guilty, Kev, she didn’t say of what.” Kevin Rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh, “Well theres not alot of other things it could be!”

You waved your hands signalling them to slow down, “Hold on, what happened exactly?”

“The Sheriff’s department came into class, and Cheryl stood up and said they were here for her, because she was guilty.” Veronica summed up for you.

“I– wow. Really?” you were stunned. sure Cheryl was a mythic Bitch, but you didn’t think she could kill Jason. Or anyone really.


Later that day you were all chatting in the student lounge.

“So are you a suspect now?” Veronica asked Kevin.

“My dad says we all are, including me.”

“Not me girl. I don’t know these people. neither does (y/n).”

You nodded silently and looked at the ground. You did, actually know these people but nobody needed to know that, and it didn’t even matter you sure as hell weren’t the one that killed Jason.

Kevin fiddled with a piece of licorice and looked at the rest of your group with a grin. “Guys, should we maybe rebinge making a murderer on netflix tonight?”

Betty laughed, “Sorry can’t, gotta stay late to work on the paper.”

“Count me out too. I’ve got a date tonight.” Veronica added.

“You do?” Archie asked.

Kevin smiled, “Which Riverdale Hottie made the cut?”

Veronica tilted her head towards the door with a cryptic smile, towards one of the jocks “Hey V-Lo, I’ll swing by the pembrooke to pick you up at 8?”

“I’ll be waiting.” she smiled at him.

“Cool.” The boy grinned while putting on his jacket before walking out the door.

Betty and Kevin both had immediate reactions.

“Chuck clayton?” Betty looked extremely concerned.

“You’re going on a date with chuck?!” Kevin looked weirdly excited.

“Wait whos Chuck Clayton? You wondered out loud.

The rest of the group semi-ignored you, opting to keep talking about Chuck. "He’s kind of a player…” Betty leaned back into the couch.

“Who cares? hes the hottest of Hot! And he’s the football coach’s son. in Riverdale that’s like dating a Kennedy!”  Kevin was grinning.

Veronica smiled and raised her eyebrows mischievously. Betty sighed and stood up, “I have to go, I have a newspaper meeting.” You shot up out of your seat and grabbed your bag. “Can I walk with you? I have something to ask you.” Betty nodded and you both walked into the hallway.

“So I was wondering if you had any openings in the school paper. weatherbee is actually still on my case about extracurriculars. And I think it’d be really cool.”

“Well since it’s just me, I think we have room for you.” Betty replied as you turned the corner to the old dusty newspaper offices.

“Wow these computers are ancient…” You laughed lightly, “I wonder if we could sell them on Ebay as antiques.”

“I don’t think anybody would buy these things.” Jughead leaned against the doorframe, his lips turned up into a faint smirk.

He turned his attention to Betty.“If print journalism is dead, what am I doing here?”

The Blue and Gold isn’t dead, Juggy It’s just dormant. but waking up.“ Betty swiped some of the dust off of one of the ancient monitors. "You’re writing a novel right? About Jason Blossoms murder?”

Jughead picked up a magnifying glass. “I am. Riverdales very own In Cold Blood.” He held up the magnifying glass and peered through.

“Which started out as a series of articles! I’m hoping you’ll come write for the Blue and Gold.” Betty grinned nervously, stretching her arms out like a magician after pulling off some amazing trick.

“I just don’t think the school papers the right fit for my voice.” Jughead said hesitantly.

“Truman Capote worked at the New Yorker for 2 years before he wrote in Cold Blood.” You added. Betty and Jugheads gazes both snapped to you with questioning looks. “What? I know stuff and it’s kind of relevant the new yorker is a newspaper.” you muttered defensively. Betty shook her head and turned back to Jughead.

“Juggy, Jason’s death changed Riverdale. People don’t wanna admit that but it’s true we all feel it.” Betty walked closer to Jughead. “Nothing this bad* was ever supposed to happen here, but it did. I wanna know why.”

Jughead glanced away his gaze softening. “Would I get complete freedom?”

“I’ll help and edit and suggest…but it’s your story, it’s your voice.” Jughead looked less and less convinced with each word out of Betty’s mouth.

Jughead rolled his eyes with a grin, “Doesn’t sound* like complete freedom…But- I’m in.”

Bettys face lit up and she clapped her hands together. “Okay great! um, in that case I have your first assignment. There’s one person who was at the river on July 4th that no one’s talking about.”

“Dilton Doiley and his scouts.”

“Exactly.”

Jughead smirked and flicked his nose with his thumb as he turned to walk out. But Betty called after him. “(y/n)s coming with you Juggy!” You both stopped dead.

“Wait I am?”

“She is?”

“Yes, she is. (y/n) doesn’t have a lot of journalism experience so…I thought you could show her the ropes.” Betty explained, with an almost pleading smile.

Jughead rolled his eyes. “Fine. come on.”

You grabbed your bag and walked out after him. “You know, I think Betty is just worried about you scaring the crap out of a bunch of 11 year olds.”

Jughead rolled his eyes again, but there was that familiar spark of amusement. “Meet me at the adventure scout hall tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

“This is gonna be fun, Jones it’ll be like Sherlock with a way prettier Watson!”


The next day you got to the field outside the adventure scouts building and he was standing near the kids all lined up while Dilton Doiley lectured them. You walked over and smiled in greeting. Jughead nodded, and held up a hand for you to be quiet. Dilton was lectureing his troops about dying, or something. You didn’t really catch it.

Jughead approached him, “At ease Doily we’re writing an article for the Blue and Gold, hoping you can help.”

Dismissed! but stay close.” Dilton ordered the kids.

“Cheryl and Archie say they heard a gunshot July 4th, but they don’t know who fired.”

Dilton immediately got defensive, his posture shifted and his face hardened. “Sheriff Keller already asked me about this, like I told him, my scouts and I…we didn’t hear anything weird.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion, this kid was definitely hiding something.

Jughead took a step closer to Dilton, his eyes were filled with the same suspicion as yours,“Well, did you see anything weird?” his tone was a little more accusatory than it had been, it was clear Jughead believed Doily about as much as you did.

Dilton straightened his back and crossed his arms. he glared at jughead. “A white winged crossbill, A long eared owl…oh. And Cheryl, sitting by the river soaking wet.”

Jugheads expression was hard and unreadable as he stared at Dilton. You grabbed Jugheads arm and dragged him away from the other boy. “C'mon we’re not going to get anything more out of Doily. He’s on the defensive now.”

“That’s alright. I have another lead.”


Later that night you met Jughead at Pops. “I’m always up for food, but how is pops a lead?”

Jughead gave you a deadpan look, “It’s not the diner it’s what’s inside, one of Doily’s scouts was looking at us like he wanted to say something, and we’re gonna find out what.”

“Or maybe he was checking you out?” you joked. Which earned you a fairly impressive bitch face from Jughead.

You walked through the door with Jughead a few steps ahead, the boy from earlier was in a booth chatting with someone, who you assumed was the kid’s father. The dad got up and left the table and Jughead crouched on the empty booth seat while the kid was looking away Jughead grabbed the cherry off the kids sundae and ate it. You ran a hand through your hair, immediately regretting being there.

The kid dropped his spoon and threw up his hands as the metal utensil clattered on the table. “What the hell man.” his face was full of confusion, and maybe a little fear.

“I saw the way you looked at me.-”

You rolled your eyes. “Cause that didn’t sound creepy Jug.” you muttered under your breath.

Jughead slid the kids sundae towards himself,“-during grizzly training. you’re hiding something.”

The kid leaned in, “It’s scoutmaster Doiley, he’s lying.”

“About what?” Jughead kept eating the scouts sundae, and watched the boy with a weird expression, a mix of curious and suspicious.

“The gunshot, It was him. He was teaching us how to shoot targets.”

“Dilton Doiley shot the Gun on July 4th?”

“What the hell is with this town?” You blurted out.

“He’s a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don’t protect ourselves, no one will.”

Jughead and you exchanged a look, this was big.


The day after your confrontation with sundae boy, you were sitting in the student lounge eating a muffin and reading the article on Chuck Claytons class A douchebag status being exposed. When your phone chimed with a text from Betty telling you to get to the Blue and Gold office ASAP.

You shoved your phone in your pocket and threw the rest of your muffin away before dashing out the door and down the hall to the Blue and Gold offices.

Betty and Jughead were waiting for you when you arrived but before you had a chance to greet them or ask what was wrong Dilton Doiley walked in.

“Have a seat Doiley.” Jughead said, while kicking a chair towards the space in front of the desk. Dilton straightened it and sat down, facing the three of you. Jughead jerked his chin up at him as a signal to start speaking.

“If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I’ll be banished from the adventure scouts and charged with a misdemeanor. So, what if I have a better story?”

Jughead glanced back at you and Betty and you both shrugged and shook your heads, none of you had any idea what Dilton had to offer.

“If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us.”

Betty walked out from behind the desk and came to stand next to you and jughead. “You have our word. as journalists.”

Dilton leaned towards the three of you and dropped his voice so if anybody had been listening there was no way they would hear it. “I saw something at Sweetwater river. Something nobody else saw–Ms. Grundy’s car, by the rivers edge. She was there.”

“Well. shit.” You said quietly.




Dilton Doiley had just opened pandora’s box

Friendship? Pennywise x Reader

Pennywise x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt:  Pennywise imagine where Henry Bowers tries to harass the reader and then she runs away from him into the river under the kissing bridge. This causes Henry to throw a rock at her head.

The reader sits down in the water and stars bleeding out and eventually faints instantly in the river. When Henry runs away to leave the reader to die PW saves her. He also vows to kill or get back at Henry for doing that to her.

The reader also wonders why PW didn’t kill her and he explains why.

Thank you!

Warning: Minor bullying and very very minor sexual joke burn

Note: Idk enjoy :)!

Originally posted by sekix23

Originally posted by diablito666

School was over and now it was finally time for summer. You felt so relieved to go home and burn all your books and papers in the backyard after surviving freshman year from high school.

Now you had some power in high school, a small sliver but better then being a freshie. Constantly pushed around and expected to move out of the upperclassmen’s way or else.

You were just so glad summer was coming.

You rushed out the front steps and jumped over them before landing on the bottom. You looked around for your friends and smiled as you spot them. Only your smile faded when you saw that they were being pushed around by the Bowers gang.

Your smile turned into a deep hatred frown and you dropped your bag on the grass before storming over. You were Bower’s age so you had to deal with them ever since you first came to school.

Nearly every week your parents were called to school because you had gotten into a fight with them. Your mother would scold you and your father would just shake his head and remind you that violence isn’t all ways the answer.

You always won every time though. ;)! 

“Hey!” You shouted.

You ripped Henry off of Bill and shoved him into his gang making them all fall down onto the grass.

“Get the hell away from my friends!” You yelled.

Henry growled noticing it was you and stood up, “Well well, if it isn’t (Name).” 

"Leave now well you still have your dick Bowers.” You insulted.

“Teh. So you can use it for later?”

“No, to shove it up your ugly ass.”

(Richie of course had to add in a “OOOOOOOOOOH” in the background)

Henry growled and attempted to punch you but you moved out of the way and grabbed his arm before twisting it behind his back making him lurch forward. You slammed your knee into the center of his back and he fell to the grass with you kneeling on him.

The losers club took several steps back knowing how bad this could get. 

“Say uncle!” You demanded twisting his arm harder.

“D-Don’t just stand there get this bitch off of me!” Henry ordered to his friends that were standing there terrified.

Victor tried to swing at you but you used your other leg to trip him but Belch a small able to shove you off. You were still were holding onto Henry’s arm so you were sure you had pulled on his arm hard enough to dislocate it. 

Especially with his loud cry of pain.

Students were watching in awe some chanting and grinning at the entertainment of seeing a girl beat up the school bully. You let go and Henry got up before tackling you into a trash can slamming your back into it hard making the hot Derry trash spill all over the ground.

He was holding the back of your head trying to press your face into the disgusting trash.

“Get the fuck off of me!” You kicked him right in the acorns as hard as you could and he cried out in pain his face turning a bright red.

You bit his lip to muffle the pain as he collapsed to his knees cradling his injury your friends and Richie especially winced. You got up and blew a lock of hair out of your view. 

 You walked around him and added, “Next time, DON’T mess with my friends.”

You walked over to where your backpack was before calmly walking back. Victor and Belch allowed you to walk through them and they ran to their friend who was red from anger.

“She’ll pay. That bitch will pay!” Henry growled watching as you walked away a winner. 

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Better View // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: Is it okay to request one? It’s a Jeon Jungkook one. The reader is looking out at the Han River taking pictures and Jungkook is passing by, but gets distracted by her beauty.

words: 1199

category: fluff featuring fond!jungkook

author note: this was so fun to write. It’s basically just one thousand words of jungkook falling in love so I hope you like it!

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Shuffle

PETER PARKER X READER

Summary: Peter confesses his feeling to Y/N, his best friend, by putting together a CD mix with songs as his message.

A/N: Special thanks to my WEB-SLINGER friends for helping me with the title and songs. I hope you all enjoy this!

Masterlist


Letting out a sigh, you collapsed onto your bed after another exhausting day in school. You started to doze off when you remember you’re still dressed in your dirty school clothes. Groaning, you rub your eyes before getting up for a quick shower. You’re about to take some clothes from the closet when you saw a CD lying on your nightstand.

“From Peter to Y/N,” You read aloud the title to yourself. There’s an opening quotation mark written below the title but there’s no closing quotation in sight.  

Is today a special day that I forget? Is it our best friend anniversary day if that’s even a thing?, you wondered as you fetched your laptop. Shrugging, you inserted the cd. I’ll just ask him later.

As the sound of the piano and the guitar filled your room, you make yourself comfortable on your bed. Maybe Peter just wants to share his music.

You’re a falling star, you’re the get away car
You’re the line in the sand when I go too far
You’re the swimming pool, on an August day
And you’re the perfect thing to say

You smirked, you never pegged Peter as someone who listens to romantic songs. But you let it slide seeing that you’re enjoying the song too.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It’s you, it’s you, you make me sing.
You’re every line, you’re every word, you’re everything.
You’re every song, and I sing along.
‘Cause you’re my everything.

You can feel your pulse quicken as you hear the song end. Is this some kind of message from Peter?

Nah. Even if it is, it’s probably platonic and I’m just being too hopeful, you thought as you whipped out your phone to text him.

Y/N: Peter what is this?

As the old school beat of the second song started playing, your phone buzzes with a reply from Peter.

Peter: Just listen Y/N

You huffed in annoyance. That doesn’t explain anything at all. As you listen to the lyrics of the song, you realized it’s another romantic one.

Pardon the way that I stare
There’s nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it’s real
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off you

You tried calling Peter numerously for any kind of explanation. But all of it went straight to his voicemail. Did he meant this for another Y/N? You’re pretty sure that you’re only Y/N he knows.

You breath hitched as you recognized the next song.

Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucxky to have been where we have been
Lucky to coming home again

With shaky hands, you texted Peter. This can’t be a coincidence.

Y/N: Peter, why are you making me listen to this?

Y/N: Peter

You groaned seeing that Peter only read your texts and doesn’t respond to them. Why are you getting stressed over this when you should be enjoying it?

You’re overreacting Y/N. It probably means nothing. You’re being presumptious, You thought to yourself, an attempt to calm your pounding heart.

As the haunting dulcet melody of the next song fills your ear, you closed your eyes. It’s one of your favorite songs.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you

You can’t help but picture Peter as you listen to the beautiful lyrics. With his soft curls, his rich brown eyes and his bright smile, your stomach started to flutter with butterflies.

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too

You open your eyes when Elvis’ mellifluous voice came to an abrupt stop. You frowned as you pound your laptop trying to make it continue playing. It’s only missing the last line!

“Great! It’s broken,” you groaned. You noticed that the track is still playing, there’s just no sound coming out. You paused and played it back as a last attempt before giving up and closing your laptop in dissapointment. At that moment, you hear a tapping sound coming from your window.

You glanced to see Peter wavig at you from the outside. You quickly rushed to open the window.

“Peter what are you d-”

“For I can’t help falling in love with you,” Peter sang, his eyes bore into yours.

With a shy smile and scarlett red face, he reached into his back pocket and holds up a piece of paper for you to read.

There, written in a black marker is a closing quotation mark.

Your head started to spin as you piece all of it together. It IS a message for you. A confession.

With your heart beating wildly, you gazed into his eyes and take his cheeks in your hands. You closed your eyes before leaning in to capture his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss.

Breaking the kiss, you rested your forehead against Peter’s, your heart doing somersaults. Peter grins, a blush visible on his cheeks.

“This is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” you chuckled.

“You say whatever you want Y/N. I know you loved it,” Peter smirked, his eyes never breaking your gaze.

You grinned, I loved every bit of it.

“Uh Y/N, can I come in? It’s getting a bit cold out here.“

You laughed when you realized the position you currently are on the windowsill.

“How did you get up here anyway? There are no stairs,” You asked as Peter climbed in and closed the window.

Peter’s eyes widened as he stuttered nervously.

“I…. uh.. W-well…

End~

tags: @call-me-tears @kawaiianime03

In Terms of Fire & Ice {3}

A/N: Part 3 is up! Just a lot more delving into the character dynamics between the boys and Y/N and Nayoung + more asshole Seongwoo lmao. I’ll tag @smols-n-tols bc they’re my cult amazingly supportive friends

Pairing: Wanna One’s Seongwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fuckboi!seongwoo, rich!seongwoo, enemies to lovers!au

Word Count: Roughly 1k

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3

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The Glow of a New Sun: Part IV

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The cool water was a balm from the midday sun of early summer. Cassian was tempted to take his clothes off and fully submerge himself. But decided that the day had too many scenes and at the moment did not want to add “public nudity” to the list.

“How’s your back? I know heat can make it-”

“It’s fine, Cassian.” Nesta mumbled, toying with the coarse twine bow and allowing her toes to graze the surface of the river. Her burns were the last thing she cared about.

He watched intently as she placed the gift in the small space between their legs. Closing her eyes, she dipped her feet in and gasped at the soothing temperature.

“That never ceases to amaze me, you know.” Cassian picked up the gift, but did not take his eyes from her. “I think sometimes you forget how strong you are. How much you’ve overcome.”

Her jaw flexed at his words. Without long hair to hide behind, he could see her every expression- could see the subtle shine of the burn just above her jawline. There was an exact twin of it on the other side of her face, though barely noticeable because time and friends were kind enough to heal her. If you knew where to look and what to look for, you could see them in certain lighting.

“Into the pond. Alone. Every day, twice a day. Until I no longer ran away screaming.” She splashed a foot down. “I don’t know how Helion could stand to have me as a guest.”

“I don’t know where to begin with that.” Cassian splashed his foot down. “Either, ‘Helion ought to be used to people running away screaming,’ or, ‘I’ve heard that Helion likes screamers.’”

Nesta grunted at the poor attempt of a joke, pointed her feet in his direction, and splashed so that his entire front became soaked. That was a sight she appreciated. A distraction she welcomed.

Cassian- her mate whose scent she carried and who carried her own- her mate who was the most beautiful man she would ever know- her mate who loved her in ways that melted her ice… Her mate who wore a white shirt that was now soaked.

Cassian- her mate who was shaking his head at her. “You’re everywhere, Nes. Don’t tell me it’s the hormones because I can feel the difference. I don’t have to be daemati to know what Rhys knew as well.” He held out his arms. “Come here. We’ll sit together. Close your eyes and focus.”

He was gorgeous and he was right. And she knew there was no fooling him. She wouldn’t risk bursting. Not with the risks that would pose… So she allowed Cassian to wrap himself around her despite the heat. His legs on either side of her’s. His hands overlapping her own that rested on the growing belly.

•••

“Tell me. Talk to me.” He pleaded softly. They had done this enough times through the years that no audience formed at the sight. “Close your eyes and tell me everything.”

“I’m so happy.” She stroked his thumbs with her own, attempting to reassure. “I feel crazy, though. Right now I feel like I’m in the skies. But I can feel you with me.”

Kissing the back of her curly head, he began the routine they hadn’t done in quite a while. He hoped it wouldn’t end the way it usually did. “You’re not crazy. You’re not in the skies. We’re on the ground. We’re with family. We’re together. You’re going to have a baby, Nesta. You’re going to have our baby.”

Nesta’s body quaked as she sobbed. “I can feel him! He’s here, too.”

“In the skies?”

“And over the hills. And far away.” Her hands moved and clenched his thighs as though she was physically anchoring herself.

“That was a long time ago, sweetheart. A long time.” He continued his kisses to trail down her neck and along her shoulders. Reminding her where she was and that she was loved. And that she needed to come back.

From a distance, Rhys and Feyre kept their eyes, both physical and mental, focused on Cassian and Nesta. They where there when it happened.

“I’m having a baby. I’m going to protect it.” Nesta laughed as she cried. Cassian knew that voice. The voice that meant she was talking to Him.

“You are having a baby. And it’s strong and it’s healthy and you love it so much already. You can’t wait to meet them.“ He cleared his throat and spoke clearly into her ear. “You’re on the ground. You’re by the river near your home. You’re with me- with Cassian. And you want to be here with me.”

“But I-” Her body convulsed.

“Come back to me. You want to come back to me now.” She always left her gates open too long for Him. As though she was going to rip him from memory take Him back with her.

No response. Rhys and Feyre moved in. Prepared for anything.

In a voice as low as a whisper but rang as loud as thunder, Cassian promised, “I’ll tell you the story if that’s what it takes to bring you back.“

•••

Nesta’s eyes widened. The promise that he never had to cash in- and hoped he would never have to- always brought her from the past.

Swallowing sobs, she leaned her body into her mate’s and tried to match his steady breathing. He held her close and guided her hands with his own to feel her belly to remind her that they were in one of their, “next lives.” That she was safe, he was safe, and their future was safe.

After minutes of silence- other than the sound of Cassian’s lips tenderly making contact with her skin- she choked, “I think- I think I want to open the present now. It’s time.”

“If that’s what you want.” Cassian fought back his own tears. He would be strong for her. “We’ll do it together.”

“And then I want to talk about him.”

Cassian shivered at the thought, but repeated himself. “If that’s what you want. We’ll do it together.”

The Flood ( Jughead X Reader)

Request-

@blossomwithcooper: Can you do a Jughead x reader where the reader is a younger sister of the Blossom twins (she is a sophomore and friends with the core 4.) Anyway she is dating Jughead and is her anxiety disorder gets the best of her and goes to Sweetwater River to do what Cheryl did in the finale and her friends save her?

Summary: Basically what Blossomwithcooper requested, but with a little twist & more drama !

 A/N: Hope you enjoy reading! Requests are still open :) This is my first Jughead imagine so please be nice haha <3 -love & cookies.

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 “You have nothing to worry about”, you heard your dad assure your mom in the next room.

You’re definitely not one to eavesdrop but the word ‘worry’ caught your attention. What’s there to worry? You thought everything was going well. The other night, Cheryl told you that Jason was actually well and alive. She told you about their secret plan since she saw how devastated you were over your brother’s disappearance. So what were your parents discussing about?

“But Clifford, 6 missed calls and dead threats from the Hawks?”,  you heard your mom sigh, “Please tell me you’ll take care of it.”

You moved closer to the door to fulfil your curiosity and find out what predicament came up this time.

“(Y/N)”, you heard your father’s tough voice. “Is that you?”

Caught red-handed, you enter the room and show yourself up. You avoid their gaze in fear of what they may say of you eavesdropping.

“Were you eavesdropping?”, your Mother asked sternly.

Even though she’s your mother, her voice and aura always ignited a fear in you, so much so, sometimes you wished she was like other mothers- more affectionate, loving and caring.

“I was just..”, you murmur. “It’s okay”, your father’s kind eyes met yours, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s late, you should be in bed”.

You nod and make your way out, until your anxiety gets the best of you- it urges you pause. “Dad?”, you turn towards your father.

“Is everything okay?”, you ask.

He gave a half-hearted smile. “Nothing you have to worry about, my dear”.

Relieved, you smile in response. “Goodnight dad. Goodnight mom”.

Unlike your mom, your dad has always been soft towards you. I know people always stereotype the Blossom head to be this powerful, flinty old man but father was never like that towards you. Sure, he’d had his ways with Cheryl and Jason but he always had a soft spot for you.

As you proceed towards your room, you notice Cheryl’s door being half-opened. “Cheryl?”

You see her lying on the bedroom floor, bawling her eyes out.

“Cheryl?” you immediately hug her tight,” Is everything okay, Cheryl?”

She doesn’t say anything in response, instead she just cries uncontrollably. As worried and scared as you are, thinking about all the horrible incidents that might have taken place, you decide to respect her silence. She’ll come around. She always does.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything will be okay” you assure her and slowly lay her to her bed.

“I want to be alone”, Cheryl says through her tears.

“Are you sure?”

She nods and wipes a tear, “I’ll be fine, I promise”

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You’re wide awake on your bed, fighting all the horrible thoughts. Being a Blossom, predicaments, loss, heartbreak, were as natural as their red hair. You’ve seen too many deaths in the household to lie in bed with the assurance that you will see your parents the following day.

Your case of anxiety grew worse due to your family affairs.

You suddenly heard your phone vibrate from underneath your pillow.

Juggie.

“Hey, Juggie”

“You missed my recital today”, he angrily says over the phone.

“Your recital..,” you suddenly remember that you promised to attend Jughead’s poetry recital earlier today in school but you had a panic attack after seeing so many police officers in the principal’s office and you rushed home.

“I’m so sorry, Juggie. You know me, my anxiety always gets the best of me. And with Jason missing..”.

“I understand, babe,” he cuts you off. “I got through to the finals, by the way. It’s tomorrow. Don’t you dare miss it this time!”

“Aw, that’s so nice! Congrats, Juggie. I love you!,” you squeak through the phone. No matter what mess you were in, when you were with Jughead, everything in the world seemed okay He was your safe haven. He was your happy place.

“Give me a kiss, I didn’t see you the entire day,” he pleads.

“What if I don’t?,” you tease.

“Then you will hear a knock on your window twenty minutes from now, followed by a number of Blossom security trying to tase me”

You chuckle. “Mwah! I love you. I’m so proud of you. I’ll see you at the recital tomorrow, okay?”

“Goodnight, B. Love you,” he hangs up the phone.

Jughead Jones the third.

What would you do without him?

-

You woke up feeling way better than the other night. You have to attend Jughead’s recital today, you already missed it the other day knowing how much it meant to him. Thank God, he forgave you. You wouldn’t miss this one for the world!

You immediately got dressed and made your way for breakfast. While passing Cheryl’s room, you were reminded of the incident from the other night. Worried, you enter her room. “Cheryl?”

But her room was empty. The bed was well-made but empty!

“Cheryl? Are you in here?,” you check her bathroom too- but there was no sight of her.

You hurry downstairs towards the dinning hall where your family always gather for breakfast at this hour sharp.

“Mom? Dad? Have you seen-“

Your mom and dad stood near the chair where Cheryl was seated, your mom comforting Cheryl. She was still sobbing. Your parents shifted their eyes to you with a sad and apologetic look.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”, you’re very worried now. This isn’t something you’ve seen before.

“(Y/N)..,” your dad walk towards you. “It’s about Jason”

He gives you a warm tight hug, “He’s dead”.

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It has been one and half hour since the recital ended. Jughead has been waiting for you in the parking lot ever since. He’s aggravated and angry that you missed his recital again. After some time, he spots you running towards him.

“I’m so sorry, Juggie. I-“. He cuts you off, “ What the hell, (y/n)? How could you miss it again? I know poetry isn’t your thing but you know how much it means to me!!”

You try to calm him down but it’s apparent he’s very pissed.

You cup his face. “Juggie, I know. Trust me, I wouldn’t have missed it if it weren’t-“. Tears form in your eyes as you recollect what happened today at the breakfast table- how you learned of your best friend/brother Jason’s death.

He brushes your hand from his face angrily, “Yeah? If it weren’t for what?” He pulls himself away from you, “I know you have your anxiety and all that but you’ve done this way too many times for me to be okay with it anymore. The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know?”

You can’t believe he just snapped at your worst insecurity, knowing how sensitive you were about it.

“Juggie..,” you whimper, still holding back your tears.

“You know  what, (y/n)?,” he breathes heavily. “I think we need a break.”

A break. A break. You knew way too damn well what ‘a break’ meant.

It wasn’t a day off or two. He was breaking up with you.

Jason was gone. And now, even Jughead decided you weren’t worth it. You decide not to mention about Jason.

With tears in your eyes, you slowly murmur, “ I’m sorry. I love you.”, before running away from the scene and into your car, with only thing in mind to end your misery once and for all.

-

10 minutes after you left, Jughead still stood there at the parking lot contemplating what had just happened. Did he do the right thing for himself by calling it off, or did he just lose the love of his life?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Archie, Betty and Veronica running towards him. “Jughead!” Archie called out.

Jughead turned around to find all of them panting. “ What’s wrong?”, he asked.

“It’s about (y/n),” Betty said, still breathing heavily.

Jughead’s facial expression changed. “ What about her?”

“Jason..”, Archie put an arm around Jughead,” Jason is dead.”

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You stood there at the edge of the Sweetwater river, numb as ever.

There was no reason to live anymore.

Jason was dead.

Cheryl told you that Dad may be responsible for it.

Jughead broke up with you.

It was like all your happiness being slapped right at your face.

There was nothing  left to live for anymore.

Even if you lived, your anxiety would always be at war with you and the only person who could make it all go away walked out on you too.

You take a deep breath and walk towards the frozen river hoping that death will welcome you slowly.

“(Y/N)!!!” you heard a familiar voice scream from the other side. It was Jughead.

You couldn’t even see his face properly before the water enveloped you and you sunk in.

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Jughead and Archie ran towards you without a care in the world what may happen to them. “(y/n)!(y/n)! No, no,no,no,” Jughead whimpered as he tried to break the ice caps with his bare hands. So did Archie. Their hands were bleeding profusely by the time they managed to break one and pull you out  of the water.

Jughead quickly carried you and ran towards the river bank. He pumped your chest, tried mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, allowed water to drain from your mouth- basically everything to revive you.

“Baby, no. Please. Please. Please. Please”, his voice cracked as he helplessly tried to bring you back to life

You began coughing. “(Y/n)!!!”, Jughead cupped your face.

“Juggie..”, your weak voice followed.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t know. You tried to tell me but I was a jerk. I’m so sorry. I love you. I love you” , tears filled Jughead’s eyes as he held you tight.

“I don’t ever wanna lose you. I don’t ever wanna lose you. Please tell me you’re still mine. Fuck no, I can’t lose you. Ever.” He whispered into your ears, still holding you tight.

“You won’t.”, you weakly respond with a small smile, still weak and unconscious of what was happening around you.

Placing his beanie onto your head, he swiftly says, “Let’s get her out of here”.

Prince Sidon x Kokiri!Reader

This is my first attempt at writing for Sidon and LOZ as a whole please be kind.

I loved the Kokiri in Ocarina of Time and was disappointed to learn that they do not make an appearance in Breath of the Wild. I related to them so much because I too seem to be stuck in this tiny body that doesn’t seem to really age. I also loved the idea of Sidon having this tiny little s/o compared to his enormous stature. I’m a sucker for height differences.

All characters are over 18 years of age.

“You cannot leave this forest?”

You shook your head. Dorva, your guardian fairy, nestled in your tangled hair and made a rather sad sound while turning a pale periwinkle color.

“If I leave the protection of the Deku Tree, I will die.” you whispered. “No one has ever left the forest and expected to live long.”

Sidon’s watery golden eyes averted your gaze. As you sat dejectedly on the riverbank he continued playing with your tiny feet and toes, albeit in a half hearted manner compared to before. He always said every time he visited that you were the most adorable little creature to ever exist on the face of the earth, any aspect about you had the ability to elicit a gay sounding laughter from the Zora’s throat. Ever since he had come upon you picking mushrooms for your supper during a swim he’d visited every day. Sidon’s affections eventually turned to love, and now you suspected, to disappointment. His long fingernail traced delicate patterns of grass stains on your skin.

“I do not understand,” he began, “How can your existence depend on a mere tree? Have you no free will of your own? Is it enslavement that prevents you from returning with me as my beautiful bride? A vow? You said you are old enough to take a mate.”

“Sidon, I will die.” you repeated. “Kokiri cannot leave their forest. The minute I step one foot out of the boundary that separates me from these woods, I will no longer live. I am the last of my kind… Dorva too. We could never abandon the tree. It is our only protection.”

“As though your lover could never protect you from harm.” He chuckled bitterly.

Surprising from one so usually free spirited and gentle natured. Yet, in your heart of hearts you did not blame him. What he might see as a life of ignorant play and endless frolic, you saw as the only way to ensure your survival. When he exited the water, Sidon towered over any enemy that might threaten your sense of serenity in the forest. Boars fled from him. The wolves and predators that entered your forest cowered in fear as you did whenever the shark-like prince came to have tea outside your little home in the trees (you lived in a hollowed out tree by the riverbank, and he could not fit inside your snug home built just to your proportions). And you, well, you’d hidden in your house the day you saw him burst forth from the river’s waters with a hearty, sparkling greeting. It had taken many months of coaxing visits to gain your trust. His bold, passionate nature and grandiose displays of affection frightened you, but the council of the Deku Tree, no more than a sprout, reassured you he was genuine.

“I do not understand.” he frowned.

“You would be left a widow if you carried me down the river to your home.” you asserted sadly. “I… I won’t do that to hurt you…”

Sidon placed your foot down gently in the mud. He looked curiously with a frown at your small frame, then to your fairy, then to your minuscule tea dishes carved out of wood. The portions you served at tea never amounted to more than a mouthful, but he savored every crumb because he loved you. He thought back to his courtship gifts: a pearl necklace that resembled a bracelet on a Zora woman. His many gifts of fish for your tea. A ring so minuscule that it would only fit your dainty fingers.

“I wish to take you for my wife.” Sidon murmured.

A repetition of his first boisterous proposal earlier. Not half as powerful to the untrained ear, but his dejection nearly killed you. When you refused to answer he lay his large head in your lap, your fingers caressing his dermal denticles in the correct way so that they wouldn’t catch on your sensitive fingers. Dorva turned a rose color, flitting around the two of you as great tears flowed from your eyes onto your cheeks.

Nightfall came to your woods. It was when the moon rose high that Sidon lifted his head from your lap and readied himself to turn back to the direction the river flowed and swim downstream to the connecting body of water that would lead him home to his domain. You wordlessly climbed the tree’s rope ladder and entered your house with your dishes. The Zora prince raised his head from the water to behold your little house one last time before he left you. If he could not proudly carry you home as his bride, he saw no further reason to nurture a love that might cause you great pain.

He was about to leave before he saw you descend the rope ladder with Dorva flying in circles around your hair like a fly. You had a small brown pack tied to the back of your frock, the clinking inside it sounding like the small wooden dishes you had carved by hand.

Trembling, you stood before Sidon with your only belongings in this world, looking as though you were frightened beyond consolation. Around your neck was the pearl necklace he had made for you, and it made you look brave and ready in the moonlight.

“I will try to go with you.” You squeaked. “But you must promise me, you will leave me in the river if my body begins to die.”

You would not hear the prince’s words of protest. Instead you climbed tenderly onto his back and clung to the many decorations his people had adorned him with. Dorva nestled into your clothes, her soft whisperings doing nothing to calm the excitement and fear in your heart.

“My love…” Sidon murmured.

“I am sure.” You replied.

Prince Sidon of the Zora began to swim with you clinging to him like an anemone to coral. Guided by the river’s current and the moon he made his way to the thick border of brambles that marked the end of the Last Kokiri’s forest. There was a moment of hesitation when he came to a halt at the undergrowth. He could feel you tremble as he lead the both of you forward, but his unwavering faith in his true love dispelled the fear he felt as he pushed forward with long, powerful strokes of his arms.

You would be alright. Sidon was certain.

anonymous asked:

Ooh ooh Keith and reader's wedding with fem pronouns if possible?!

Yes yes yes yesyesyesyes I love weddings oml!!

Also I am so sorry for the wait??? I wanted to make it good. ;u; And I’m still not entirely happy with it.

ALSO SHIRO IS HERE AND NOTHING CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE, DAMMIT.


Tap, tap tap, tap, tap tap…

A quick, one-two staccato, slowly increasing in pace as the seconds dragged on, virtually unnoticeable over the music. Keith’s fingers beat a similar rhythm on his thigh, just slightly out of sync with his foot.

Tap tap, tap tap tap, tap tap…

“Mullet, I swear, you’re making me nervous,” Lance hissed at his side, lightly shoving their shoulders together. “Stop tapping!”

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anonymous asked:

I saw you were taking requests could you do a headcannon of feyre having a nightmare about the war and Rhys how he always comforts her thanks I adore your fics DLB is killing me right now!!! Xxx

this turned out as a mini oneshot than a headcanon


There was always so much blood, coating her hands and arms like paint.

Cries of slaughtered men ringing in her ears until the incessant pounding became intolerable, unbearable.  

She was always knee deep in mud, completely immobile, unable to stop the sword going through Cassian’s chest, his eyes turning an abysmal black as he let himself fall. The blade gutting Morrigan, crimson pouring from her mouth in rivers. The blood flooding from Azriel’s neck, his knees giving in to the emptiness below. 

Then there was Rhys. 

And his screams were the worst.

Until it receded. 

Until the screams turned into the whistle of wind.

Until her crimson gloves faded into swirling ink.

Until Feyre heard the soft, careful footsteps behind her. 

The balcony rail was cool under her tacky hands. She clung to them, trying to stop the shaking, the trembling, the evidence of her fear. 

“What do you need?” he said. Alive, well, breathing. She continued to stare out into the distance, finding solace in the untouched mirage of the mountains of Velaris. 

She blinked. What did she need? 

She needed to be able to close her eyes again without seeing death.

She needed to remember what peace felt like.

That may take a while, he said, his voice echoing in her head and she realised that her walls were completely gone. His steps sounded closer.

Feyre almost crumpled at the softness of his fingers as they trailed along her shoulder, to her neck. He was heat and warmth behind her and she dissolved into him, letting him wrap himself around her. Her hands tightened on the railing.

Do you need space? he asked softly.

She shook her head.Too much space was almost painful after a while, because there was nothing tethering her. Nothing there to keep her rooted to the ground save from the very stone she stood on. 

Turning into his arms, she let her hands trace his body like she had time and time again. They trailed up his arms to his shoulders as he pulled her to him, making sure the skin was warm, that there was still blood pulsing through his veins.

“I’m alive. So are you,” he murmured into her hair. The hand smoothing down her spine was soothing, a sensation she grasped to,

His steady, beating heart was a testament to that as she pressed her hand across his chest.

It was a slow, tender kiss that he pressed to her mouth, his thumb stroking her jaw as he threaded his hand into her hair. It was a kiss that comforted, that eased the storm in her mind and suddenly the world was in so much more clarity. 

He brushed her nose with his.

“It won’t go away,” she whispered. The shadows, the ones that lurk. The ones that prey.

His hand cradling her head tightened imperceptibly. “And it won’t, not for a long time. But I will be here, for every time it comes back.”

Even if it comes every night?

Even then.