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slytherinshua · 3 months

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CHOCOLATE CAKE

genre. fluff. slight hurt/comfort. warnings. exams/exam stress mentioned. crying. brief mention of drinking/partying. light profanity. food (cake hehe). mentioned that reader wears makeup. intak cheers you up!! pairing. intak x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. no. a/n. for my kyo @blue-jisungs <33 ilysm and i'm so proud of you, ik you've worked so so hard <33

By the time your bus was almost to your stop to get off, the tears had dried on your cheeks. You felt absolutely exhausted, and there was nothing you wanted more than to get home and just sleep. Exam season was always stressful, but the past month had been a living hell.

You didn’t exactly do great on your midterms, despite studying almost every second you were awake. It frustrated you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t seem to get the high marks that you strived so hard for. Your friends seemed to pass so easily, some of them not even bothering to study in advance. While they had all gone out drinking or partying now that it was the last exam day, you were prepared to study more tomorrow in order to retake exams next week.

You had cried all day— after one of your more stressful exams, after getting a bad mark back on an earlier exam, at lunch when your friends asked you how you had done. It was both embarrassing and exhausting. You were so, so tired.

You felt numb and mindless as you grabbed your bag and got off the bus. The air was cold and sharp, but the breeze was welcome. Even the shiver that ran up your spine as you stepped onto the pavement wasn’t a bother. It allowed you to breathe. The dark cloudy sky seemed to be mirroring your mood, and you found a small comfort in that.

You didn’t bother to knock or announce your presence at all when you reached your apartment. You didn’t have the energy to talk; your entire body feeling sluggish and slow as you dropped your bag on the chair and shuffled out of your boots.

“Fuck- Did I not set the timer?! No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

The voice of your boyfriend startled you at first before you registered the familiar tone and relaxed, a whisper of a smile even playing on your lips. He hadn’t said anything about stopping by today, but given his love for surprising you, you should have expected it. You weren’t quite ready to show yourself to him, though, so you made your way quietly to the bathroom, still able to hear him talking to himself in the kitchen.

“Chocolate, chocolate… melt for… 30 second intervals? She likes chocolate- so 2 packets? Yeah.”

You wiped off any makeup that had survived your many crying sessions and washed your face of the tear stains and exhaustion of the day. Once you changed into pyjama pants and one of Intak’s stolen hoodies, you finally felt at ease. The weight of exams and the thought of retakes still looming over your head wasn’t something you could ignore, but just for tonight you willed your brain to not focus on it. Just for tonight, you deserved to rest.

You shuffled to the doorway of the kitchen, still trying to be as quiet as possible. Intak had his back turned to you, and didn’t notice your presence at all as he worked near the stovetop. The smell of chocolate cake and cherries reached your nose, and your chest felt warm. Intak always knew your favourite comfort foods and the best ways to cheer you up after a long day.

You didn’t realize until now just how much you had missed him. As you watched him scurry around the kitchen, completely oblivious to your figure in the doorway, you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. You missed his hugs and his kisses. You missed your late night talks and when you would game together where he would let you win on purpose. You missed telling him how much you loved him and watching his eyes brighten.

Given how busy you were studying and preparing for exams, you barely had time to see him in the past 2 weeks. He would send you encouraging text messages in the morning, and you would text him during your breaks, but most of the time you had to keep your phone far away from you and on Do Not Disturb to keep your focus.

You missed him so much that it was almost hard for you to keep watching him silently when you knew that he would hug you as soon as he was aware you were there. But he soon turned around to transfer a bowl to the sink, and his eyes quickly met yours and froze. You watched as his mouth formed an ‘o’ shape before turning up into a big grin a second later.

“You’re back!” He chucked the dishes into the sink and practically ran over to you, capturing you in his arms and lifting you slightly off the floor. “I thought the exams would swallow you whole, I missed you so much.” He mumbled in your ear, prompting a smile to form on your face.

“Me too.” You sighed in content. The feeling of Intak’s arms around you was one of your favourites in the entire world. From how close you were, you could smell his woody cologne as well as his gentle natural scent peaking through. He hugged you tightly, swaying softly from side to side until you made moves to escape his embrace.

“One sec!” He rushed to the other room, coming back with a bouquet of pink and white flowers. “For my academic weapon of a girlfriend.”

You were going to protest about the academic weapon part, but with his cheesy grin plastered on his face as he held out the flowers to you, you didn’t have the heart to. You knew he wouldn’t accept any objection from you anyway. In his eyes, you were nothing less than perfect.

You ranted about the past week to him while he finished decorating a chocolate cake, discouraged by the fact that you would have to retake some exams. But Intak would only say how proud he was of you for making it through the stressful month.

“You worked really really hard, and I’m so proud of you, baby. The scores don’t reflect your self worth, okay?” He reassured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead after you had told him everything.

You wouldn’t have believed the words coming from anyone else, but he was your boyfriend and you knew he wasn’t even capable of lying to you (after all, he had tried in the past, and you had caught him every time).

Seeing Intak’s smile and hearing his words of encouragement gave you back energy for almost an hour, but you felt a crash of tiredness again once you settled on the couch with him to eat cake and snuggle.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I’ll have to carry you to bed.” Intak joked, watching you sleepily blink with love in his eyes. Despite being worried about how hard you had pushed yourself, he knew the best thing he could do was just cheer you on and let you recharge with hugs. He wouldn’t care even if you fell asleep on his arm and it was sore for hours the next day.

“You’re comfortable.” You argue in a mumble, only melting into his arms more. You were practically a puddle on top of him— letting your entire body relax and trusting that Intak would let you sleep.

“My girl is that tired, hm? Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?” He spoke softly, brushing your hair out of your face and making sure the blanket covered your shoulders.

“You’re more comfortable than my bed.” You whispered, already teetering on the edge of consciousness. You heard Intak scoff, and though your eyes were closed, you could picture his adoring smile perfectly. You were half asleep by the time his response fell on your ears, and entirely too tired at that point to comprehend his words. You smiled when you felt him press a kiss to your temple, and finally allowed yourself to slip away to your dreams after the long day.

With Intak by your side, the stress of your life seemed to lessen, and your mind stopped racing as much. You let yourself relax and just enjoy being with him, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

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feelbokkie · 2 months

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💙Blue💙

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Blue: Calm, Responsible, Sadness

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

pov: 2nd person

description: jisung feels guilty about having to cancel your date because of an anxiety attack.

pairing: jisung x reader

warnings: swearing, slight depiction of an anxiety attack

word count: 817

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“I’m sorry,” Jisung quietly mumbles. You almost didn’t hear him over the movie. You almost thought it was a voice actor in the background. Hell, if Jisung didn’t squeeze your arm, and turn further into your side as he said it, you would have thought he was asleep.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Hanji.” You reassure him, gently stroking his hair with your free hand.

The two of you are sitting on Jisung’s bed, watching a show that both of you have seen a million times before. Something that neither of you have to really pay attention to. It's on for noise more than watching.

The two of you were supposed to go on a date. Jisung just came back from traveling the world, touring, and working on nonstop promotions. When he told you that he had an entire date planned at an amusement park, you were a little bit worried. It would have been fine if he had planned it a few weeks, maybe even a month after he got home. But he said that the two of you would go the day after he came home. You know your boyfriend well and you've been watching him from the sidelines of fan videos and whatever content the company put out. You've seen him slowly but surely being worn down mentally over the past few months. You didn't want him to overexert himself knowing how he can get anxious in crowded places and social situations.

Still, he insisted that you two meet up at his dorm and then head out together. When you got to his dorm, you could already tell that something was off about him. He was quieter than normal and not quite as excited to see you as you thought he would be after not seeing you for months. His eyes had a faraway stare like he was looking past you and you know he could barely hear you. You tried to convince him to stay home, but still, he kept trying to go out. The two of you made it as far as the bus stop before you felt him starting to shake beside you. You eventually put your foot down and dragged him back home.

"Yeah, but you were excited to go to Lotte World." He whispers.

"It's okay, we can go another time. Lotte World will still be there." You lay your hand on his lap, palm up, so he can take it.

"God," He groans, throwing his head back. "I fuck everything up. I just wanted to spend time with you and I can't even do that."

"Hey," you grab the remote and pause the show before turning your body towards him. "don't talk about my boyfriend like that."

"You should get a new boyfriend. One you don't have to take care of all the time."

You press your lips into a fine line as you study his face. His dark brown eyes are puffy and glassy as they stare deep into your eyes. The tip of his nose is also red. You know he's been silently crying for a little bit, probably stressing over the date. You've been wordlessly wiping his tears away for him or handing him tissues. The sight of him breaks your heart knowing how bad he feels about the sudden change of plans.

"I don't want a new boyfriend. I'm perfectly happy with the one I have now. And couples are supposed to take care of each other. It's 50/50."

"More like 90/10," He mumbles to himself.

"Hanji--"

Jisung lets out a frustrated groan. "I don't know why I feel like this."

"Jisung,"

"It's literally my job to go out and do these things and I can't even take you out on a freaking date? Pathetic,"

"Han Jisung,"

You cup Jisung’s face and force him to look at you. Really look at you. His head is heavy in your hands as he seems to just relax into your touch. Your thumbs gently stroke his cheeks, something he’s done for you more times than you can count to calm you down. Somehow, it’s slowly working for him. You can't help but push your thumbs into the soft skin of his cheeks.

"Stop playing with my cheeks like they're stress balls," He whines, chuckling a bit.

"It's de-stressing you a bit, you even cracked a small smile." You press a soft kiss into his forehead. "Hanji, you don't have to apologize for today okay? We can always go to the amusement park. I like spending quiet moments like this with you anyways. I'm just glad you're feeling a little better."

"Well, then tomorrow--"

"Let's just focus on today's date."

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screamforyani · 1 year

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hazy

warnings: noncon, drugging

wc. 705

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every wednesday night, you studied at ethan’s house.

you weren’t particularly close, if you were telling the truth. he was your classmate in econ that you sat beside and you kept each other sane for two whole hours straight, rarely ever speaking outside of that.

that was until you decided to start studying together, of course. ethan was smart, you were pretty smart, and together you could probably pass the exam. at least, those were your intentions. ethan’s were far more malicious.

so when you woke up thursday morning feeling entirely discombobulated, you were a little bit - or a lot bit - lost.

“ethan?” you called out, scanning the room.

it was definitely ethan’s. you were in his bed, for one. you saw your computer and bookbag laid across his desk, along with a half-drank glsss of water that you paid no mind to. you were looking for ethan. you managed to crane your head to the right - god, you felt so sluggish - and saw him peaking through the doorway.

he flashed his teeth in a warm, innocent smile. “good morning. you passed out after a while last night. said something about feeling really tired so i let you take my bed and i slept on the couch. i hope that’s not weird or anything.”

“no - no, of course not,” you stammered, sitting up. “it’s fine. thank you.”

it was somewhat uncomfortable to move. you didn’t remember what happened last night, but your body sure did. you felt stupidly sore, slight ache spreading throughout your bottom half like wildfire. you couldn’t put your finger on it. maybe you slept in a really awkward position.

ethan seemed to notice your grimacing, donning a worried face. “what’s wrong? are you hurt?”

“i don’t know. i just feel… weird,” you replied, eyes flickering. you felt so out of it. there wasn’t really a way to explain it that made sense.

“weird how?” ethan asked, approaching you.

you shook your head, trying to remember. you remembered jotting down notes. and you remembered completely abandoning the notes to talk about movies with ethan. the rest of your memories were pretty vague until you couldn’t recall anything else at all. “like… sore. i feel like the morning after a marathon,” you joked, trying to lighten the air.

“do you need anything?” ethan questioned, rushing to your side. you could see his eyebrows furrow with concern, like he genuinely wanted to make sure that you were okay. so you fell for it. “something to eat, something to drink?”

“just some water, please.”

“you’ve got it,” he said, jogging out of the room.

you didn’t see his worried face fall and the smirk curling onto his lips when he turned the corner, thoughts of last night returning to him. you didn’t remember, but he would never forget. with how unresponsive you were, you might as well have been dead when he slipped your panties down to your ankles and forced himself deeply inside you, fucking you rough and hard.

maybe he should have been more gentle, but his lust got the best of him. he lost control of the reins, his body taking over - taking what it wanted. besides, it wasn’t all that bad that he’d gone rough on you. not for him, at least. he got to hear you tell him the effect he had on your body, how sore he made you feel even hours later.

god, could you even walk? he would love to see you limp around, obviously hurt.

and he did get to see you limp around. even better, he got to help you walk, putting on his sweet facade because he loved how you would never suspect him. not the boy that was kind enough to be your human crutch.

he remembered fucking you full of cum, time and time again until he started to wear himself out. then, cleaning you up and dressing you again, putting everything back in place. so when you got sick, pregnancy was your last guess. you thought you were just under the weather.

and of course, it was ethan who got you medicine and took care of you while you fretted about your sickness that would surely pass in a few days.

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milksnake-tea · 9 months

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For the event, Nanook with Augst 8 but instead reader is the one got hurt

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: They come home beaten, bloody, and bruised. ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: nanook ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: implications of physical violence, mentions of bruises and blood, nanook is scary ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: im scared of nanook but also incredibly attracted to them ALSO WHAT IS IT WITH YALL AND ASKING TO GET BEAT UP /LHJ but ykw i know u asked for angst but i kinda made it fluffy imsorry. not really satisified w how this ended but i think its okay

Honestly, whoever did this to you was an idiot.

It was one thing to antagonize the lover of the Destruction. It was another to physically hurt them.

So either your assaulter had a death wish, or a severe deficit in braincells. Although, you weren't too keen on the idea of just running to your lover - knowing them, Nanook would break all of hell loose, giving them a fate worse than death itself.

You sighed to yourself as you rubbed at your cheek, which had already begun to bruise. Thankfully, you weren't hurt too bad, so you could probably just brush it off with a few bandages and ointment. All you had to do was to hope that Nanook wasn't home today.

But of course, fate wasn't on your side.

The second you opened the door to your shared room with the Aeon, what greeted you was a sight of Nanook in their mortal form, lounging on the bed. They weren't doing anything in particular, simply staring up off into space as golden specks flickered around them like fireflies.

Their eyes flicked to you the moment you walked through the doorway. Slowly, their gaze roamed your body, zeroing in on your injuries - evidence of a fight.

Their expression barely changed, save for the slightest narrowing of their eyes. But the atmosphere immediately dampened, as though a black hole had came and sucked all of the air out of the room. The pressure dropped so quickly that your ears popped, and you winced.

Noticing your discomfort, Nanook immediately snapped out of their momentary rage, and the air went back to normal - only slightly, though.

Wordlessly, they beckoned you towards them with a finger, their right arm open for you. Cautiously, you sat down on the bed, allowing Nanook to wrap their arm around you and pull you close.

They studied your bruise carefully, running their finger across it. Swiping their thumb against it, a bit of their power seeped into you, instantly mending your wound.

"Healed by the Destruction," you couldn't help but muse, leaning your head against their broad shoulder. "How ironic. Aren't all Aeons bound their Paths?"

Nanook only hummed, a deep rumbling in their chest. "I've strayed from my Path twice before. The first was when I fell for you. The second is now. Clearly, the laws of the universe are not as rigid as you make them out to be."

"I guess," you shrugged, closing your eyes. Nanook doesn't breathe, nor do they have a heartbeat, but they are warm. Warmer than a human, more like a flame, if anything. "You're not going to ask who did it?"

"I already know," they merely replied. You couldn't help but feel as though their gaze was quite literally burning into your skin as they stared down at you. "I will take care of them, do not worry."

"Don't overdo it," you sighed, shifting into a comfortable position. "The last time you went after someone who hurt me, you destroyed an entire planet."

"I was killing two birds with one stone," they explained matter-of-factly. You laughed, squinting your eyes at them.

"Mmm, I suppose you were," you admitted. Nanook only smiled briefly before poking your nose.

"You should get go wash up," they advised. "You're filthy."

"Gee, thanks," you scoffed, but stood up regardless. You stretched for a bit, rolling out your shoulders before kissing Nanook on the cheek, and then you were off to the bathroom.

But as you closed shower door, and the Aeon heard water running, Nanook's gaze darkened. They dissipated into golden sparks, the only thing that hinted at their existence being a divot in the bed where they had once laid.

That night, as you peacefully rested, unaware of what was happening, your attacker awoke to flames - dark, dark flames devouring their home world as the Destruction watched from afar, the burning planet resting in their dark hand.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Yandere Male Monster Musume | Resting Easy

Last Part

“Hello I’m Centoreo, you are my destined master!”

“No, I’m not. I’ve never even met you in my life.”

“Perhaps not but I’ve already observed you enough to know that you are. Not to mention that legally I’m meant to stay with you.”

He pulled out a paper with an official seal and Smith’s signature off to the side there was a sticky note on the side with a smiley face and a message:

‘Got you another tenant, sweet pea! No sex!’

–S

You frowned as you recognized the handwriting, silently cursing the agent in your head. You tried to look past the centaur at the clinic only for the long-haired male to tilt himself in the way. You sighed again before looking to the sky. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, considering you got to skip the whole thief chasing and the painful misunderstanding of riding the back of a centaur. You took another breath finally looking into the centaur's sky-blue eyes as you smiled.

“Hey, well welcome to the family. Uh, we can go back after I go to the doctor over there. So you’ll have to wait until I’m done.”

His face fell before he easily scooped you into his arms. Turning around back to the clinic, all you can hear is the speedy clopping of his hooves as he reaches the door.

“Excuse me! Would you please help my master? They’re gravely injured.”

“S-sure.”

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“Uhm Centoreo? Are you sure it's okay to be on your back like this? Isn’t this reserved for like your…special person?”

“My destined master? Well didn’t I say you already were? I’m perfectly fine with this. In fact, I’m more than happy, I’m elated+”

You let your head rest upon his back as he moved closer to the house. You’ve decided you quite liked him. You were already aware of how much the main guy relied on Centorea. Finally talking to someone who listened to what you wanted was nice, he may be a bit forward but he made you feel a lot more relaxed. You fought exhaustion, ultimately losing to the rhythmic clapping of Centoreo’s hooves against the pavement.

“You must have been exhausted (Y/n)...to let your guard down so easily.”

Letting himself smile as he came upon the house already seeing the silhouettes of the monsters he had studied previously.

“...I’ll be sure to lift that burden for you with plenty of happy accidents.”

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Milo was inconsolable. Slithering anxiously from your room to the door, he had been wrestling with himself about the interaction you had just hours before. Torn between guilt for hurting his love and fear that you’d send him away. From crying to angrily slamming his tail against the floor he constantly wrestled with his desire to chase you down and force you to stay. Pypi on the other hand was truly prepared to seek you out himself. He vaguely recalled promising not to do something…but since he can’t remember what it was it shouldn’t stop him.

“Weee going to find (Y/n)-shi-eh!?”

Pypi’s winged limbs were being held against his body by the muscled tail of the lamia. He tried to fly away again only to find he still couldn’t get very far. In fact, his takeoff was entirely interrupted by that tail flinging him into an adjacent wall from the door. Rubbing at the offending area, the harpy quickly got up to pull out his talons.

“WHATS YOUR DEAL, WORM!?”

“Worm?! And of you weren’t such a bird brain you’d get deported…but now that I think about it maybe I should let you go..”

“Deported!? But then I’ll never get to mate legally with them!”

“But you can’t now either.”

“That won’t stop me! So let me go!”

Milo blushed in embarrassment as he already felt the subconscious wrapping of his tail around the harpy’s legs.

“B-because I’m not letting you find them without me!”

“...Are you serious…your such a crybaby.”

“Says you!?... So are you bringing me or not?”

“Fine but I’m dropping you the moment we find them!”

At that moment there was a strong knock on the door which both sparked hope and fear of who was behind. Releasing Pypi he let the overexcited harpy dart towards the door swinging it open.

“Horsey? Smif?”

“I’m not a horse.”

“Hehehe well guys this Centoreo, a centaur, and they're your newest roommate!”

An icy glare was exchanged between Milo and Centoreo, the latter giving an insincere smile that had Smith chuckling.

“Don’t be so mad Milo. See, Centoreo is doing happy to meet you, right?”

“Yes, I’m delighted.”

“...”

Pypi whipped his head between the two before grimacing at Centoreo, “For some reason, I feel like you aren’t very nice.”

Them agent felt the cold sweats run down his back as the beefing monster boys directed their angry stares towards him and the harpy.Smith held his hand over the harpy’s mouth while stepping away from the glaring monster boys towards the kitchen.

“So uh your darling’s back and safe, courtesy of him.”

He directed Milo to your resting form who immediately snatches you from Centoreo. Hugging you into his chest he growled in everyone else’s direction before slithering off to his room. Laying you in his bed, he let himself inspect you. Staring at the brace around your ankle had globs of tears welling up in his yellow eyes.

“Oh Darling its all my fault! I’m sorry Darling! Its just…you act so nonchalant I can only hope to…squeeze it out of you.”

He played with the hem of your shirt lightly pulling it up to let his finger pad press against the skin of your stomach. He continued to eye the way your skin bounced unfer his hand. He let his head rest next to the spot he was playing that, purposefully letting his breath tickle your skin. He nuzzled and caressed before pulling away with a conclusion. Decided, he protracted his fangs and sunk them into your skin.

“OW! Hey!”

You snapped up trying to push his head away only for your arms and body to be kept still as he kept his fangs in place. You called for him frantically in hopes he’d snap out of it only for your voice to die down with the sight of Milo. His yellow irises were slitted and he didn’t look…completely there. So you kept as still as you could with his fangs planted inside you, the pain being soothed with the soft, wet gliding of his tongue. When he was seemingly satisfied he retracted his incisors before absent-mindedly crawling up to lay beside you.

You poked at his face; finding no response you carefully untangled from his tail to limp out of his bedroom. You slowly made your way to the main room, following the aroma of freshly brewed tea.

“Master (Y/n)! I’m happy to see you survived him. I’ve just made some tea to put everyone at ease.”

“Uh yeah, thanks for that Centoreo.”

You looked at the sleeping Pypi who was fast asleep with an empty cup on the couch, you sighed in relief.

“I would offer you some but its specifically for us, male monsters. Tonight is a full moon after all.”

You blinked before letting your eyes widen in recognition. That’s right the moment Centoreo returned home Smith would clear the tenants in the house for marriage with the main guy. Not soon after he was attacked, room broken into, and forced to juggle three horny monster girls through the night.

“Wow, yeah thanks for that…uh by the way was there anything Smith left for me or meant to say to me? Usually when someone moves in here he has something to say.”

Centoreo tilted his head with his heart-pumping smile as he carried his cup of tea.

“Nothing that I can recall. Maybe some more paperwork but I’ve already went through as much as i could.”

“Oh okay…” You were debating if this was the truth or not. You were sure the original series included something of a fight before the moon scene went down but the original series didn’t have a centaur who was really on top of it.

“Uh well I’ll be going to bed. We can all give you a proper welcome tomorrow.”

Centoreo chuckled scooping Pypi up before walking alongside you to your respective rooms.

“Thank you, master. I will see you tomorrow.”

Shoving at your heavy steel door to open, lock, and close before plopping down onto your bed. Ignoring the distant screeches of what must be Milo as he awoke, you cuddled into your blankets mentally preparing for the worst.

It won’t be long now before rest is simply a dream.

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 1 year

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chapter viii – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 3,500+

Warnings: spoilers for entire ACOTAR series

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Eris felt the presence beside him, on the other side of the bed.

The fact that their entrance didn’t wake him immediately just proved how exhausted he was – both mentally and physically – and how much he was still hurting from his father's torture.

But he wasn’t alarmed. Because only one person who could get past his wards.

Eris opened his eyes and turned to find his mother looking down at him with worry.

He groaned and tried to close his eyes again. “It is early, mother.”

“How bad is it, Eris?” She asked.

And though he couldn’t see her face, he knew her gaze was studying every inch of his skin that wasn’t hidden by the bedding.

“We have both been through worse,” Eris groaned to his mother.

This had always been both of their tactics: minimize the pain they suffered so the other wouldn’t worry. Eris was much better at it than his mother. But he had to be, to save them all.

Eris knew she wouldn’t leave now, even if he pretended to go back to sleep.

So, he slowly sat up.

Though Eris’ body was covered with thick, strong muscles and scars, Leonora would always just see a little boy.

They were both centuries old, the two of them appeared the same age – that was the fae way. But no matter how much time had passed or how much Eris matured, he would always be her boy, her firstborn, her son.

“Who told you?” Eris muttered with irritation.

He swung his legs out from the bed and moved to his wardrobe to throw on a loose shirt.

Usually the servants and Beron’s guards were tight-lipped about their High Lord’s abuse. Mostly because they feared what would happen to them if they were ever caught gossiping about any of it.

“Beron came to my bedchambers last night,” Leonora answered quietly.

Eris paused and his gaze raced to hers, silently asking what he feared.

“Not for that,” she clarified. “He was drunk. Mostly he came to gloat. But he muttered about what happened, as if he were both bragging and deploring his heir…”

“Gloat?” Eris repeated. “Of what?”

“I couldn’t steer him enough to give me answers. But clearly he has made a deal of sorts. Whether it’s for money or power or a bigger army, it was not clear.”

Eris just nodded, lost in thought on what his father’s move had been.

But when he looked back at his mother, she was still giving him that sorrowful look.

Leonora was a prisoner, yet she took the blame for every horrible thing Beron did to her sons. She believed she should be able to protect them, even though she couldn’t even protect herself from him.

“Mother, do not fret,” Eris sighed as he walked to her. He kneeled before her and grasped both of her hands. “I am alive.”

And she whispered, “For how much longer? When will he finally take it too far?”

But Eris shook his head instantly. “That will not happen. It is not what we have worked for all this time.”

Leonora’s eyes filled with tears, but she held them back.

“I was with her,” Eris breathed out without even realizing it.

He wanted his mother to stop worrying about him. So, his best idea was to distract her with news of his hidden, secret mate.

It worked.

Leonora’s eyes widened in surprise.

She blinked, somehow putting together that Eris’ visit was probably what led to Beron punishing him.

“Please, tell me everything,” she whispered with a soft, encouraging smile.

“She…” Eris didn’t know how she would react. “She is not just mortal, mother. She is a…a witch. But nothing like the ones I have come across in my lifetime. She is good…and kind. She could never be evil.”

“And was she hurt?” Leonora asked, remembering how panicked her son was when he came to her rooms after feeling that his mate had been in pain.

Eris gaze darkened as he nodded. “She risked her life saving the High Lord and Lady’s son. Used magic to protect him and tried to fight off a fae infantry – all on her own.”

A smirk appeared on Leonora’s lips. “She is brave. But I already knew she would be.”

Eris frowned, remembering how he had spoken to Y/N. “I was terrible to her.”

Leonora’s brows rose. “Why, my love?”

He shook his head. “We can never be, mother. It is better this way. She should not think kindly of me. We cannot be lovers. We cannot even be friends.”

His mother sighed, but knew better than to argue with him.

“She seems to be fitting in well at the Night Court. They have become her…friends.”

Leonora swore she saw a flash of…envy in her son’s eyes at the word ‘friends.’ Something Eris longed for, but was incapable of securing while pretending to be such a monster.

“The Shadowsinger watches over her – perhaps, too closely.”

“And how does that make you feel?” She asked.

Eris’ jaw tensed. “It would not be the first time I’ve wanted to stab that male.”

“And what would you do if she fell in love with another?”

He took in a deep breath. “I would be relieved. She is too good for me, mother. A life together would only bring her misery. She would be happy in Night Court. She would be free.”

Leonora cupped her son’s face gently. “Eris, you are not the mask you wear to protect your very life. I wish I could have given you a life that allowed you to be the male you truly are.”

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“While it is a protective crystal, its power fades after time. Charge it under every full moon, and its magic will remain strong,” Y/N advised.

The customer was a female fae, who Y/N learned would be labeled as a “lesser fae” – a term she thought was rather insulting. The female looked similar to Y/N’s hosts, but had horns coming out of the corners of her forehead.

But her smile was kind, she was polite, and she asked many questions about the shop – and that was all Y/N could ask for in a customer.

“Thank you so much,” she said to Y/N with a beaming smile.

Y/N waved as she left. “Of course. Have a lovely day!”

Once Emerie had told Y/N of her shop, she was inspired. Rhysand had not stopped sending her gifts after the attack on Nyx. First it was somewhat innocent: shrubs, flowers, herbs. But then it became jewelry and clothes finer than Y/N had ever seen.

Y/N smiled as she remembered the conversation in Rhysand’s office just over a month ago:

“I have a business proposition,” Y/N had told Rhysand one day in his office at the River House. She'd politely asked Cassian to fly her there and the Illyrian refused to give them privacy, utterly curious on what Y/N needed to say to his brother.

“I’m listening,” Rhysand answered with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“Would you loan me a shop?”

Rhysand’s brows shot up. “A shop?”

“Yes, for my…”

“Witchcraft?” Rhysand offered with amusement.

Y/N still winced at the word, but nodded. “I really believe I can help people – with ailments, stress, protection. All I need is a loan so I can rent a space in Velaris – something with a backyard. I will pay you back for the store space, with interest. And then we can continue to cut the profits 60/40.”

Rhysand stopped his leaning. “Alright.”

“A-A-Alright?” Y/N stuttered back.

“Sounds like a splendid idea,” the High Lord explained. “However, you will not pay me back for the store. And the profits remain your own.”

“B-B-But…what are you getting out of it?”

Rhysand shrugged. “You don’t seem to appreciate my gifts of jewelry and clothes. This is the first thing I’ve seen you excited about since you have stayed here. Also, my people would benefit from such a store. Velaris has fine healers, but it comes at a cost. And they are often too busy for injuries and sicknesses that are not life threatening.”

“Rhys has more money than he knows what to do with,” Cassian fake whispered from behind her.

“This is not a business proposition then,” Y/N tried to argue. “This is just a gift.”

“And?” Rhys asked.

“Take the offer,” Cassian urged her.

“Fine. But no more gifts!” Y/N pointed threateningly at the High Lord. “This is it. No more clothes. No more jewelry.”

Now Y/N had been in operation for two weeks and was shocked at how much clientele she had already received. People were curious about both her and her merchandise.

Perhaps she had to thank Cassian for drunkenly screaming at every pub he could about her store. He'd practically scared people into agreeing to stop by once it opened. Cassian was a better advertiser than any expensive posters could have been.

As she was nearing closing, Y/N tried to start a bit of clean up. Then she heard the door ring behind her.

“Be with you in a moment,” she called over her shoulder.

When she returned to the front of the store, she stopped in her tracks as she saw the back of a clearly male fae. His hair that bright red she couldn’t stop thinking about. Though it was long, unlike the shoulder-length she had known.

But when the male turned around, she found that it was not Eris.

“Have I frightened you?” He asked her.

It was then Y/N realized his right eye was missing and in it’s place seemed to be some sort of gold substitute. His face was also scarred from what appeared to be an injury that must’ve been the reason for his missing eye.

“N-No. I apologize. I thought you were someone else.”

The male tilted his head at that.

Y/N tried to recover and cleared her throat as she stood up straighter. “Can I help you find something?”

He turned back around to look at the merchandise. “Perhaps a love potion,” he muttered.

But by his tone, it was clear he was not serious.

Y/N still played along, “You won’t find those here. But I am capable of making one – for a price.”

He whipped around, but then relaxed as he read her teasing expression.

“Love potions are a dangerous thing,” Y/N continued. “I wonder why people are so desperate to make someone love them…”

Her words seem to have a negative effect on the male. And Y/N suddenly found herself feeling guilty for the jest.

“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?”

“No, truly. I had heard the idle chatter about the human girl and her new store in Velaris. I’ve just returned from my travels and wished to see it for myself.”

“Well, I am sorry to disappoint,” Y/N half joked.

He smirked at her. “You haven’t.”

Y/N felt her face heat from the comment. Was he trying to flirt with her?

The male walked closer, getting slightly in her space. “But I must say: I am curious as to how a mortal has found her way to Velaris…”

Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Do you always expect strangers to tell you their life story without hesitation?”

He smiled and offered his hand. “I am Lucien.”

She took it. “Just Lucien… no surname?”

Y/N didn’t know what made her think she should push for it. Perhaps just a feeling.

His expression seemed to darken at the question. “Lucien Vanserra, though I do not associate with my family, so I tend not to use it if I can help it.”

Y/N’s heart dropped and her eyes widened. All humor had disappeared. “You’re Eris’ brother?”

Lucien was no longer teasing either. “You know my brother?”

For some reason, she felt like it was the wrong thing to tell this male.

“You are from Autumn Court…” Y/N pointed out. “Why are you in Velaris?”

Lucien watched her for a moment before he said, “I will answer that if you explain how a mortal came to the Night Court and knows my brother.”

Y/N took in a shaky breath, but knew it was a fair trade.

“I was captured in the mortal realms by merchants who wished to…sell us…to fae buyers.” Her eyes glazed over as she suddenly trhust back into those traumatizing memories. “When we were crossing through Autumn Court, I managed to free us. Your brother found me in the woods and brought me here.”

“He brought you here?” Lucien urged.

She nodded. “From what I’ve been told, Autumn Court is not safe. Rhysand and Feyre have provided sanctuary for me here in the Night Court.”

Mentioning the High Lord and Lady so casually made Lucien’s brow quirk. It just further proved that she had a relationship with them, and a personal one.

“How peculiar,” Lucien hummed, clearly thinking deeply on her story.

“W-What?” Y/N asked nervously as she shifted her weight.

“My brother is not known for being merciful. He is sadistic. My father’s pet. And he is not fond of mortals.”

Y/N had nothing to say to that. She hardly knew Eris. He barely spoke to her that one night. And it was clear her friends here were not his friends.

However, Eris spoke so boldly about ending his father’s life and taking the throne. He didn't seem to be his father's pet at all.

But Y/N’s instincts warned her of sharing such information with his brother.

She cleared her throat after a few awkward seconds of silence. “Your father is not a good male, I have heard.”

“That is a far nicer way to put it than I usually do,” Lucien huffed. “I have been exiled from Autumn. I do not associate with my family anymore. And in return, they all pretend I do not exist – unless we have the misfortune of crossing paths.”

“And what happens if you cross paths?”

“Oh, they usually try to kill me,” Lucien shrugged.

Y/N’s jaw dropped slightly at that. Her family had been sacred to her. They loved and protected each other – until the very end.

“I am an emissary for the Night Court now,” Lucien added casually. “I have an apartment on the Sidra. But with my traveling, I am rarely there.”

She gave a short nod in understanding. “How did you come to choose the Night Court as your new home?”

Y/N asked because she was in the process of doing the same. But she still felt like this…imposter while being here. It wasn’t just being a mortal and a witch in a fae realm. It was…something more. Everyone had been welcoming of her presence, yet she still felt out of place, like she was meant to be somewhere else.

Lucien hesitated before answering, “My mate is here.”

“Oh,” Y/N blurted out without meaning to.

There was still so much to learn about what these faes called “mating bonds.” They sounded magical, like what mortals called soul-mates. She saw how Feyre and Rhysand were with each other. And she watched Cassian and Nesta’s relationship – not to mention, she heard it rather frequently at the House of Wind. But the most unusual thing Y/N had heard was that some mates were not actually in love – Feyre had mentioned it when discussing Rhysand’s parents in passing.

“I can only assume you have met her,” Lucien continued.

“Oh?”

“Elain. Feyre’s sister.”

Y/N blinked in shock. “Elain is your mate?”

Surely the girl would have mentioned her mate, even plugging him casually into conversation. Y/N had always assumed she was unbound, different from her two sisters.

In fact, Y/N had caught Elain carefully sneaking looks at Azriel every time they were in the same room.

Lucien chuckled darkly at her response. “She despises me.”

Y/N opened and closed her mouth multiple times before saying, “B-But…But she is your mate…”

Before Lucien could answer or Y/N could ask anymore questions, the door opened again, ringing the entrance bell.

Azriel walked in, already glaring at the other male in the store.

Y/N assumed he had either been listening or his shadows had been spying on her.

It appeared the two males were having somewhat of a stand off.

“Lucien,” Azriel nearly growled in greeting.

“Azriel,” the redhead replied curtly.

The tension between the two males was impossible for Y/N to miss.

The Shadowsinger’s gaze softened when it moved to Y/N. “Are you ready?”

Every day the store was open, either Cassian or Azriel came to take her home, flying her back to the House of Wind. Once, it was Rhysand who claimed he wanted to see if the store met his standards. But Feyre had whispered to Y/N later that Rhys was just happy that Y/N was happy, and wanted to see it for himself.

Y/N had also shared that she was considering getting herself an apartment in Velaris, once she made enough from the store to afford rent.

But Azriel had immediately shot down the idea, explaining that it was safer for her to live with them. Y/N had expected at least a couple of them to side with her and tease Azriel for being overly cautious. But no one spoke, all silently backing Ariel’s reasoning.

Y/N nodded to the Shadowsinger. “I just have to lock up.”

She turned back to Lucien, “I have something for you.” And she skipped to the back of the store.

In the short time she was gone, Azriel quietly stepped further into the store, placing himself in a spot that put him between Lucien and Y/N.

The redhead looked at the Shadowsinger as if he were silently asking, ‘Is that really necessary?’

Y/N returned with a wooden bowl, a black candle, and a pouch of what appeared to be thick-grained salt.

“Place the candle in the middle, pour water around the candle in the bowl, sprinkle salt in. And then light the candle.”

“What for?” Lucien asked, slightly suspicious.

Y/N smiled softly. “Think of the emotions and thoughts that weigh you down. The candle will burn your worries and anything thing that lingers to haunt you. Your mind will feel lighter after.”

A part of her expected him to laugh. But Lucien seemed appreciative of her gesture.

He asked her, “How much do I owe you?”

But she shook her head before he could even finish the question. “It is a gift.”

Lucien looked like he wanted to argue further. But managed to stop himself.

“Thank you,” Lucien gave a subtle bow of his head.

Then he watched Y/N for a moment, as if she were a puzzle. It made her a little anxious, being observed in such a way.

Azriel cleared his throat.

“Right,” Y/N jumped slightly. “Let me go get my coat and keys.” She disappeared into a small backroom.

“Why did my brother bring her here?” Lucien quickly asked in a hushed tone.

Azriel remained composed. “Perhaps that is a question for your brother…”

Lucien gave a final glare to the Shadowsinger before he walked out of the store.

Y/N came out a moment later, with her cloak already draped over her shoulders.

“Giving away your merchandise for free is no way to run a business,” Azriel teased.

Y/N smirked. “You weren’t saying that when I gifted you that tea…”

“Come on,” Azriel smirked and nudged her toward the door.

He patiently waited for her to lock up the store.

“You know,” Y/N muttered. “Your reaction to both Vanserras is very telling, Azriel.”

But Azriel picked her up in his arms and shot into the air before he acknowledged her question.

Y/N yelped, never getting used to the feeling of flying. Even after all this time, she had not grown to like it. Perhaps she was always meant to keep her feet on the ground.

“I do not trust them,” Azriel finally answered when they had reached their altitude.

“Don’t trust them or don’t like them?” Y/N challenged.

Azriel looked down at her. “Both.”

It was only a few minutes later that they landed carefully at the House of Wind.

But Y/N didn’t walk or continue with Azriel.

Instead, she planted her feet.

Azriel turned to find her giving him an expression he didn’t quite understand.

“That is why you and Elain play your game…because she has a mate.”

Azriel jaws flexed. “Did the wind tell you that? Or Lucien?”

Y/N stepped toward him. “The wind has told me many other things about you – but not that. Lucien only told me that Elain was his mate. He spoke nothing of you.”

Azriel stepped close to her and lowered his voice, “And what does your wind tell you of me?”

She looked down at her feet, suddenly losing the courage to stare into his beautiful, hazel eyes. “They say you love broken females…”

Azriel took half a step back, caught off guard by the harsh truth she mumbled.

“And I realized…I am not broken." Her gaze finally met his. "I am only lost.”

She sounded…disappointed. Or was Azriel mishearing it?

Either way, the Shadowsinger was left speechless.

Y/N’s head now hung even lower than before, as she spoke to the ground, “I will see you early tomorrow for training.”

She brushed past him to quickly retreat to her bedroom.

And Azriel just turned to watch her go.

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chapter ix

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Sick and injured

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Minho

Caregivers: Hyunjin and Felix

Prompt @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Minho groaned as he pushed himself off the floor. “Gosh, you okay?”, Hyunjin gasped as he knelt next to the older. Though Minho nodded, his eyes seemed a little out of focus and the motion sent his head spinning. Seeing his hyung try to get up, Felix denied: “Take it easy for a moment.” To keep Minho from getting up, the Aussie rested his hand on the other’s shoulder, making him flinch. Felix’ brows furrowed with worry as his touch had been light. “It’s okay”, Minho panted, squeezing his eyes shut, “It’s okay, probably bruised my shoulder or something.” – “What about your head”, Hyunjin inquired, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair out of his hyung’s face, “Woah, you’re burning, hyung.” Sighing, Minho laid back on the floor and drew a shaky breath.

He had barely gotten any sleep the previous night. Coming down with a cold, Minho had had a hard time breathing through his nose, which made it incredibly difficult for him to fall asleep. He had probably already been running a fever, thinking back to how restless he had felt all night. The congestion in his sinuses had been messing with his balance all day and combined with the fever, he had been tripping himself frequently. Minho was honestly surprised that his fellow dance-liners had only noticed it now. He hadn’t been himself at all today and since they were the only ones there, he would’ve expected to be called out for his clumsiness immediately.

“I’m kinda sick but no, I didn’t hit my head”, Minho breathed, keeping his eyes closed to avoid the ceiling light aggravating his headache, “Only fell on my shoulder and it feels pretty sore but I’m not sure there’s much damage aside from a bruise.” – Kinda sick means?”, Hyunjin pressed, studying his hyung more closely while Felix got to his feet to collect the other’s water bottle. Lifting his left hand to rub at his nose, Minho sniffled: “Wasn’t much more than a runny nose and headache. I’m pretty stuffed up and it’s messing with my balance a bit.” – “Well, dancing most certainly didn’t help”, Felix sighed as he uncapped his hyung’s water bottle, “Your fever seems to be pretty high now. Do you think you can sit up to have some water?” Minho nodded and sat up with a grimace. His shoulder really did hurt now.

Accepting the bottle from his dongsaeng, Minho downed a few sips and shuddered as goosebumps spread down his arms. Felix took the bottle and screwed on the lid before holding it to the other’s forehead. It eased Minho’s headache some but he was already starting to shiver. “How’s your shoulder? I think we should get you back to the dorm to rest if your shoulder isn’t too bad”, Hyunjin asked softly, afraid they’d have to take the older to the hospital to get his injury looked at.

Considering his entire body ached already and his shoulder wasn’t significantly worse, Minho didn’t think his shoulder was seriously hurt, so they agreed to head back to their dorms. He had intended to take a hot shower to soothe the chills but was growing increasingly stiff and the task just sounded way too exhausting. Most movements of his right arm sent a sharp pain through his shoulder, so Minho slipped his right hand into the pocket of his hoodie to try and keep it as still as possible. Felix had linked his arm with Minho’s left afraid the older would fall again with how badly his balance was lacking. He felt Minho stiffen next to him as his breath hitched. “You okay, hyung?”, the Aussie asked worriedly, letting go of the other’s arm. The older gave a quick nod before bringing his hand up to his face, catching two itchy sneezes. His eyes welled up with tears as his face contorted in pain. Running his wrist under his nose, Minho sniffled: “M-my shoulder really didn’t like that.”

Minho had gone straight to his room to rest, foregoing the shower he had so been looking forward to earlier that day. Most of the members still had schedule but Hyunjin and Felix had decided to stay with him. After checking Minho’s shoulder for bruises, Felix helped the older try to get comfortable. There was no bruise to be seen yet but with how stiff he seemed, it had to hurt a lot. “Do you want me to get you an icepack?”, Felix asked once they had sorted his hyung’s pillows in a way that would support his shoulder just right. Tiredly relaxing into the soft material beneath him, Minho breathed: “I dunno. Feel cold enough already. Ugh, huh- ndo… I-I n-need to- need to s-snee-“ Panicking, the dancer scrubbed at his nose. Minho tried to keep his breath from hitching, fearing the pain that would inevitably come with sneezing. He was stressing so bad, he barely felt the two small hands on his arm and shoulder. “It’s okay, hyung. I got you”, Felix hummed, bracing his friend’s arm. The Aussie felt the muscles tense under his fingers as Minho stifled two forceful sneezes. Shakily releasing a breath, the older admitted: “That didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Thanks, Lix.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get that looked at?”, Hyunjin asked from the doorway, “How are you going to get any rest like this?” Defeatedly dropping his head onto his pillow, Minho sighed: “I know. I just- I feel like I pulled a muscle with the way I fell on it and there’s nothing a doctor can really do about it but tell me to give it time to heal. A trip to the hospital just sounds way to exhausting just to get advice that I already know.” – “True”, the younger agreed, chewing his lip, “Uhm, I could make you some soup. You know, so you can take painkillers after eating a bit.” They were dancers and each of them had pulled muscles on numerous occasions, so if Minho said that was what was going on with his shoulder, chances were high that he was right about it. Hyunjin just wished there was more they could do to help their hyung. “That sounds really nice actually”, Minho mumbled, “I don’t really have an appetite and my throat’s scratchy but it’d be awesome to take something for the pain. Might bring the fever down too.” The younger nodded before making his way to the kitchen to prepare his hyung some food.

Felix promised Minho he’d be right back for cuddles but quickly rushed to the bathroom to get a cold washcloth. “Let me put that on your forehead”, the Aussie muttered, brushing the hair out of Minho’s face, “That should help with the fever and headache till you’re able to take some medicine.” With Felix running his fingers though his hair and the cold cloth on his forehead soothing the headache, Minho soon found himself growing drowsy. His body wrecked by the sleepless night and hours of dancing before. Whenever Minho’s breathing would waver, Felix hands wandered to his shoulder, ready to brace it so it wouldn’t get jerked if the older had to sneeze.

By the time Hyunjin joined them with a steaming bowl of soup, Minho was close to drifting off. Everything felt fuzzy and he struggled to wake himself back up to eat something. Only when he had to sneeze and his shoulder tensed despite Felix’ support, did the pain bring him back to focus. It was frustrating having to sit back up after taking so long to find a comfortable position but the promise of medicine and a nap afterwards made it bearable. Minho realized just how lucky he had been to have fallen onto his right arm. Sure, he had learned to eat with his right hand too but with the fever making him clumsy, it sure would’ve been difficult to feed himself. “Thanks”, Minho whispered as he accepted the spoon. Hyunjin held the bowl for him while Felix went to trade the washcloth for medicine and also retrieved a small tub of ointment.

“Here’s your medicine and if you stay like this for a moment, I’ll rub some ointment on your shoulder”, Felix hummed as he handed his hyung the pills. Minho quickly rinsed them down with a few sips of water and leant into Hyunjin’s side for support while Felix dabbed the ointment onto his shoulder. Lightly grazing the other’s skin with his fingers, Felix commented: “There’s still no bruise, which is good but if my touch hurts anywhere, please let me know.” The older gave a soft hum and closed his eyes. Trusting his dongsaeng fully, Minho was able to relax and it was easy to see how the tension melted away. Well, anywhere but in his shoulder, which remained still at his side. Felix’ hands were gentle and it didn’t necessarily but there were a few spots that felt overly sore and sensitive. Seeing the older wince, Felix reduced the pressure and lightly brushed his fingertips over the spot in hopes of easing the discomfort.

Confused when Hyunjin nodded at him, Felix looked at Minho’s face and had to suppress a giggle. The older had fallen asleep against Hyunjin’s side, his face peaceful. Wanting their hyung to get as much rest as possible, the two decided to lay him down. Felix carefully guided Minho’s arm, so it wouldn’t get twisted again while Hyunjin eased him down on the pillows. “I’ll fetch an icepack for his head”, the Aussie announced, leaving it to Hyunjin to tuck Minho in. The dorm was quiet aside from the occasional stuffy snore and Felix quickly shot their maknaes a text to be quiet when they got home, so they wouldn’t wake Minho, who obviously needed that rest dearly.

Minho had woken up for a moment when Hyunjin tucked the blanket around his shoulder, glancing up at his dongsaeng with a feverish gloss in his eyes. “You can go back to sleep, hyung”, the younger whispered, “We’ll either be in Felix’ or the living room if you need anything.” Accepting the icepack from Felix, Hyunjin carefully draped it across Minho’s forehead before drawing the blinds.

Not wanting to disturb their hyung, Hyunjin and Felix settled on the Aussie’s bed and watched a drama together. Their phones buzzed with messages from their group chat. The members were telling Minho to feel better while Chan announced 3racha would be bringing home takeout for dinner, so they could eat together at the dorm Minho shared with the maknae-line. Everything would be taken care of and there’d be more than enough people to help Minho out shoulder he need anything or change his mind about seeing a doctor.

Luckily, he did manage to sleep for the entire three hours before their groupmates returned from their schedules. It was only after dinner that Minho shyly approached Felix. He had been holding back his sneezes all evening, afraid of hurting himself but the tickle was slowly growing unbearable. “L-Lix?”, Minho mumbled quietly, “I k-kinda- I kinda need your… your help.” The younger looked at him, head tilted curiously as his hyung blushed. Motioning to his face, Minho scrunched up his nose and whispered: “’s so itchy.” Felix finally got the hint and took Minho’s left hand, guiding him to the bathroom. “Here, sit”, the Aussie directed, pulling a few tissues from the box. Pressing the tissues into Minho’s hand, he gently felt around the other’s shoulder before tightening his grip to hold it securely. Minho doubted he could feel anymore embarrassed than he did, drawing a shaking breath through his nose. Sniffling, he tried to trigger the sneeze he had been fighting all evening but by now it was stuck.

Minho lightly traced the edge of a tissue against his septum, making his breath hitch. A soft whimper escaped his lips before he was thrown into an itchy sneezing fit. “Bless”, Felix smiled sympathetically, “You done?” Urgently shaking his head, Minho caught two more sneezes. “Ndow I’b done”, he rasped behind his tissues, ready to blow his nose as soon as Felix let go of him. Tossing the tissues into the trash, Minho went to wash his hands and sighed in relief: “Thanks Lix, those were really bothering me.”

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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I know you just wrote one but I would love another sickfic out of you! Maybe illness affecting the taste of the blood or something?

how abt a mild infection beck is deathly scared of.. (ive had that on my list and i think itll fit the bill but we'll see)

masterlist

tw gross infection, sickfic all the way through, conditioned whumpee, aftermath of punishment, emotional whump

Beck woke up to an immense amount of pain radiating from his neck. He groaned and tried to move in a way that would lessen it, only to find that turning his head at all was a monumental task. It hurt. The whole area felt... swollen... too warm.

Was it... was it infected?

He stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, horrified to see the damage Helle had left him with. His neck looked disgusting. His skin was flushed starting from his face all the way down to his collarbones, and the bites were... leaking. He stepped away from the mirror and covered his mouth, trying to keep the nausea at bay.

This was bad. This was bad. This was bad.

He texted Christie with shaking hands about an 'infected dog bite', then tried to ignore her dumb joke about him being a chewtoy for more than one species. Should he go to a doctor? He should at least look up how to treat it at home. Was this the way he'd die? Not even from a direct attack or Helle's sadistic whims, but an infected wound?

No, first and foremost, he needed to clean it all out. He used a generous amount of water and his special antibacterial soap, scrubbing down the entire area despite his body's protests. Then came the ointment and the bandages, and he very quickly realised that his neck and shoulders were a very awkward place to try to patch up. Nonetheless, he persisted.

Would Helle be mad at him for not taking better care of the bites? They could still drink from his wrist! Right..?

He looked into the mirror again, relieved to see most of the gross parts covered. He lifted a hand to feel his cheeks, not too happy to find they felt warmer than usual. He probably knew way too much about infections, but even if he hadn't, the average person could deduce that a creeping fever was a bad sign.

Every medical paper he could find agreed that vampire bites were distinctly different from that of an animal's. First of all, there was no chance of them being rabid. Second of all, it rarely ever resulted in death, at least in patients who attempted to treat it. Well, he was definitely trying.

Still, a doctor's visit was in order. Not right now... not when he was still so tired... but after a quick nap, maybe.

Unfortunately for him, his pillow was full of stains, blood and... whatever that was, he stuff that was coming out of the infected bites. He really, honestly tried not to be too grossed out. He tried not to cry at the thought of having slept in that. He failed.

He needed to change his bedsheets right now, even if moving around was a fucking agonising ordeal. He needed clean sheets. He wasn't going to lie back down in fuckig filth.

By the time he was done cleaning up, his neck felt entirely stiff. Even moving his arms was a challenge, given that all the motions started from the shoulder muscles, the ones that were now in an incredible amount of pain. But maybe sleep would make it better. Surely, if he let the ointment work its magic, he would wake up feeling better. So he crawled under the blankets, exhausted and shivering, and prayed he wouldn't wake up to being bitten.

The pain was so much worse the second time around. The articles all warned about the dangers of venom in an infected wound, but Helle didn't use venom, and apparently no one had studied raw vampire bites. This wasn't a case of 'the patient might be inclined to leave the infected area untreated due to an altered state of mind, in which they respond positively to the pain that comes with it'. This was a case of pure 'I can barely lift my body to get out of bed, I cannot walk or drive like this'.

He just had to ride it out. Vampires didn't kill via infections. They didn't. He wasn't going to die. He was just... going to be in some pain, is all. He just had to whimper and whine his way through it, through the fever and nausea, through the debilitating fatigue and thirst. It would go away. It was going to go away.

The next time he woke up, the pain was a little less intense. It was more of a dull ache rather than an all-consuming, burning fire under his skin, and he took the chance to go change the bandages. The wounds looked... better. They weren't... healed, or even healthy by any means, but... better.

Soap. Ointment. Bandages.

He downed a bottle of water on his way back to the bedroom, and put a full bottle on the nightstand. The plastic clinked against the pile of jewellery that he still had there, and he froze. He needed to put those away, immediately. Where was the box his mother had them in? Oh god, he had no idea.

He walked back out into the living room, looking on every surface and in every drawer until he finally found it, hidden away nicely so Helle wouldn't question it. He quickly rushed back to the bedroom and threw all the silver in there, hardly caring about the necklances and bracelets getting tangled for now. He would untangle them before giving the box back.

He collapsed onto the mattress again and took a deep, calming breath. He had to stay up tonight, to ensure Helle wouldn't try to bite into bandages this time. He was pretty sure they would be pissed about it. He had to stay up and explain the situation, apologise, then offer his wrist as an alternative. He had to be polite about it. Respectful. Good.

Maybe they would be forgiving, if he was good. Maybe they would absolve him of the sin of causing a mess and getting sick from it.

Or maybe they would reprimand him further. Kill him off because they had no use for a disgusting, dirty bloodbag like him.

It was a coin toss. Beck could only hope.

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goldfishlover73 · 21 days

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27 and 29?

27: nervous about posting a fic

Every single one? I'm waiting for those "this is bad and you should feel bad" with everything I write. Especially with my Gai centric/rare pair stories. I want to do right by the characters and I want to make sure they are right (and good). I don't want to miss something.

TLDR: I overthink everything.

But the real answer to your question is Mago

Mago was a story I reluctantly posted. I wrote this story and held on to the finished work for years. I 'wanted' to post but also was very scared. Between the OC and talk of depression/suicide...I wanted to keep both sakumo and Hoshi safe.

But you, tea, might be thinking of that one story that hasn't been posted. And it will remain unposted.

The world isn't ready for it. And I'm not ready to post it.

29. Snippet from an unposted story or something removed.

I'm on my phone so I don't have access to that one, so here's one from isekai

Under the cut because I'm not a monster

This is from my isekai "that time I got hit by a bus and ended up in ninja land where I stole your girl" (or some thing like that)

Kakashi is a recovering drug user. This is a scene that was removed for a few reasons, but I liked it.

Kakashi starts relapsing and searches for Sakura, but she's away in Suna. He ends up finding Sasuke, who helps him out.

Copying to Tumblr removes all my italics.

... Good luck

Kakashi forced himself to breath through his nose as his entire body pulsed. “Your eye…it can do something for this? Yeah?” Everything hurt. Everything.

Kakashi lifted his head, watching Uchiha move around his kitchen with easy, preparing tea. It was weird.

“You did this to yourself?” It wasn’t really a question. Kakashi didn’t answer. Uchiha didn’t need one. “No.” It was like a nail in his coffin. Uchiha glanced up at him. “You must know the pain.”

Part of Kakashi knew this and the other half wanted to punch Uchiha. To take his sword and ram it through his gut. To take that tea cup and throw scalding tea at him and then bludgeon him with the tea kettle. Even though he knew the other man could easily take him down.

Anger and rage built up in Kakashi’s gut as Uchiha sat down at his kotatsu and carefully made tea.

For one.

Kakashi’s lip curled as Uchiha sipped tea.

“How long?” Uchiha asked after a few minutes. Kakashi was silent. His body pulsing painfully.

“Forever.” Kakashi mumbled.

Uchiha studied him for a moment before blinking. He nodded. “Then we wait.

“Forever.”

If you're still here...a very weird treat. From the wip vault circa 2010. NaruSaku modern day au

There was a heavy rap on Sakura’s bedroom window. She bolted out of bed. She tumbled sluggishly out of bed, spinning around almost drunkenly before she realized where the sound was coming from.

The green glow of the window. Silhouetted was Naruto with a slightly panicked look on his face. Moved quickly to the window, stopping when she eyed the clock on her night stand.

3:23 a.m.

“Naruto-” She opened the window, “What in the hell-”

“RememberwhenItoldyouI’dshowyoutheuniverse?” He said quickly, lowly, not taking a breath as he grabbed her arms and roughly pulled her down. “Now. We go now.” His voice almost absorbed by a low hum.

Sakura pulled back, mainly so he didn’t try to pull her through the window pane. “Naruto-”

“Sakura, we have to go.” He came through the window and grabbed her by the waist. The sound was getting louder and the green lights started to flash.

“What’s...what’s going on?” She slithered out of her window into the dry mulch. She looked around. The neighborhood looked like it did most nights, except for the loud hum and the green, and now blue lights, flashing wildly.

“The planet is being invaded and we have to leave now.” Naruto roughly grabbed her arm and started to drag her towards his house.

“Invaded?” Sakura tripped over a rock, almost crashing down. Naruto didn’t stop. “Invaded by what?”

It was then that giant fireballs started falling from the sky.

Naruto stopped and looked up to the sky. “The Akatsuki.” They stood there, frozen as the fireballs became more numerous.

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Heart Shaped Wound: Yandere Various Baki x Reader

Chapter 10

Author’s note: this chapter is pretty raunchy.

Minors DNI!

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(Your name) and Jack really started to bond as Jack carried her to their destination. He didn’t know why but (your name) felt so easy for him to talk to. Maybe it was because he knew she cared and would understand. Or maybe it was how she stared at him with those beautiful eyes, as if he was the only one in this world? He didn’t know, all he knew was that his heart wanted to leap out of his chest and join hers.

“I did all of this to avenge my mother.” Jack whispered to (your name), setting (your name) down. His large form bent over to be eye level with her so they could sit by the lake. “I pushed my body past its physical limits to the point that I needed steroids so I wouldn’t fall apart…”

(Your name) placed a hand on his arm, Jack looking down at her in surprise. (Your name) didn’t say a word to him, only laying her head on his arm. Her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his rough skin, sometimes tracing the patterns of his scars.

“I went through a lot of surgeries to get this far. I sometimes look in the mirror and think I’ve become a monster…” Jack looked at his reflection in the water, his blue eyes narrowing. “I feel as if I’ve dedicated my entire life to beating my father to the point I don’t even know who I am outside of it.”

(Your name) frowned at him, deciding to comfort him.

“I think you’re a really admirable person.” (Your name) told him, her eyes staring up at him. “You went through so much and you’ve come so far. You’re dedicated to your goal. I think your stubbornness is a really admirable trait.”

Jack turned to look at her, his eyes studying her face, memorizing every detail. She was too pretty for him. Pretty. Small. Delicate. If she stuck to him for too long, he’d ravage her.

“I think you’re really hard on yourself, to the point that you think rest is a weakness. It takes a lot of courage for someone to really look into themselves to realize they need to change the bad aspects of themselves… so I think you’re a really amazing person, Jack.”

“If you keep staring at me with those pretty eyes, I will eat you.” Jack whispered. He didn’t expect her to be understanding to him. Kind to him. Didn’t she know the danger she was in? How he was a savage animal? “It’s taking everything in me not to take a bite.”

“You must really like to bite.” (Your name) teased. “So scary.”

Jack wasn’t used to be flirted with, most girls avoided him like the plague unless he paid them for a good time… but even then they were terrified of him. So this was all new to him. He has never been flirted with before in his entire life.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Should I be?” (Your name) leaned into his arm, her lips puffing out as bit as she contemplated. “Maybe I should be. That would be a natural response to someone who as tall as a tree. But I think you would’ve hurt me already if you wanted to.”

(Your name) gave him a teasing grin. “YoI would’ve sank your teeth into me a long time ago if you were going to make me afraid of you.”

“You’re very strange.” Jack muttered his thoughts aloud. His brows knitting together. “I’ve never met someone like you before.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” (Your name) laid her head on his arm. “I’m going to take it as a compliment either way.”

Jack laughed, his cheeks hurting from how much he has been smiling. His face wasn’t quite used to expressing joy but he didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing. Smiling and laughing this much felt nice. His heart was fluttering at this new foreign feeling.

“You know, I never thought I’d ever be on a date.” Jack stated, his eyes glancing down at (your name). “I never thought a girl would be willing to be around me like this.”

“Well why not? I think you’re pretty charming.” (Your name) smiled at him, Jack biting his lip a bit to try to prevent himself from kissing here then and there. Why did she know all the right things to say?

“(Your name). I don’t think a lot of women like scary looking men. You’re just weird.”

“I’m also taking that as a compliment but I’d prefer the term unique. I think I’m my own special snowflake.” (Your name) giggled, Jack reaching over to grab a smooth flat stone.

“You’re something else.” Jack rose up, his fingers running the smooth stone between them. The cool surface of the stone calming the drumming of his heart. “Have you ever skipped a rock before?”

“Are you challenging me?” (Your name) stood up, her eyes searching for a flat stone. “What’s in it for me?”

“Whatever you want from me.” Jack replied, his eyes stern. “But only if you can skip your rock further than me.”

“Hmm. And what’s in it for you?”

“A kiss.” Jack replied, (your name) laughing.

“You’re willing to give your soul to me when I win?”

“If that’ll make you happy.” Jack snickered.

Jack reeled his hand back before sending the stone flying. The stone only skipped three times until it sunk. The water making a large wave from how much force Jack had used.

“You’re too rough.” (Your name) teased, her fingers lightly holding the rock. “You have to be gentle. Like this.”

She then skipped the rock, the rock skipping on the lake’s surface a whopping twenty times before sinking.

Jack’s eyes widened at (your name), a victorious smirk on (your name)‘a face.

“Wrap your sausage fingers around another stone and I’ll guide you on how to do it.” (Your name) snickered, her eyes sparkling. “Are you that rough with everything?”

Jack bit his lip a bit to prevent himself from telling her he was being gentle.

(Your name) placed her hand on Jack’s with a smile. The young woman holding up another stone, this one a lot bigger than his first one.

“You’re a big guy so I think you need a bigger stone.” (Your name) placed the stone in Jack’s hand, her eyes staring up at him eagerly. “Just a light flick on the wrist. Maybe think of a baby or something when you throw it. You’re not trying to hurt the stone.”

Jack sighed, obediently following her suggestion. Except he didn’t imagine a baby, he imagined her instead. Jack didn’t ever want to hurt (your name).

Jack flicked his wrist, sending the stone skipping twenty five times. His face now in a smirk.

“Would you look at that?” (Your name) beamed up at Jack. “Maybe you can be more gentle.”

Jack bent down so he was face to face with (your name).

“So what do you want from me since you won?” Jack whispered, his eyes half lidded. He really hoped she wanted to kiss him too.

“Well… it’s a bit embarrassing.” (Your name) chortled, her cheeks slightly pink. Jack felt his palms sweat in anticipation, his mind going to places they haven’t been since he was a teenager.

“Ask way then.” Jack swallowed the lump in his throat, his hands shaking a bit. He hasn’t touched a woman since before his limb lengthening surgery. And even then, he wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle him.

“I’d like to sit on your shoulders.” Jack felt as if someone just punched him in the gut. She… wasn’t interested in…

“Oh it is a little strange to ask isn’t it?” (Your name) scratched her head nervously. “I just felt as if I could probably see a lot more if I was up as high as you were. Plus your shoulders look like they’d be fun to sit on.”

Jack stifled a laugh, he had never been asked that in his life nor has he been told his shoulders looked comfortable to sit on.

“They’d be more comfortable to sit on if you say the opposite way.” Jack teased, seeing if that innuendo went over her head.

“But then you wouldn’t be able to see?” (Your name) furrowed her brows. “Plus I’d probably have to have a death grip on your head so I don’t fall off and die.”

Jack roared with laughter, his right hand covering his face. How could someone be so innocent? Unless… there wasn’t a possibility that she was…

“I was being suggestive. What are you, a virgin-“ Jack paused mid question when he saw the flush on her face. His body going cold with sweat while his throat went dry. No way. There was no way.

“Is there something wrong with that?” (Your name) fiddled with her hands. “I feel like everyone around me kind of judged me for it-“

“It’s not a bad thing at all!” Jack but his lips to calm down. His mind and heart racing. She was untouched. “It’s actually a good thing.”

(Your name) hummed, her eyebrow raising at Jack.

“I honestly thought you’d be too.” (Your name) joked.

“No. I’m not.” Jack answered honestly.

“I’m judging you in my mind.” (Your name) joked, Jack trying to muster up a smile.

“I’m still in disbelief about you. I’d thought you’d at least have a collection-“

“No. I’m not really interested in those sorts of things.” (Your name) crossed her arms. “I’m a little old fashioned when it comes to those sort of things.”

Oh. That would make more sense. (Your name) seemed to be the picky type so maybe it wasn’t too much of a surprise she was still a virgin.

“Are you going to allow me to sit on your shoulders or not?”

Jack bent down more so (your name) could climb on. The young woman practically pouncing on him, causing Jack to laugh.

“You’re a little too excited.”

“You’re the tallest person I’ve ever seen, of course I’m going to be excited. Now I’m going to be taller than you.” (Your name) rested her head on top of his short blonde hair. “Your hair is kinda fuzzy.”

Jack inhaled her scent, his eyes nearly rolling back from how sweet and spicy she smelled. Like cinnamon, cloves, and vanilla… it was such a fitting scent. The poor guy was trying so hard not to come off as a weirdo.

“You smell nice.” Jack complimented (your name), his hands holding her legs so she didn’t fall as he stood up.

“I think you smell nice too.” Now that was another thing he’s never heard. What on earth did he smell like? “You smell like cypress, pine, and a lot of musk. It’s a really manly smell.”

“You keep inflating my ego. I’m going to start thinking you find me attractive.”

“What if I do?” (Your name) teased, a gasp escaping her lips when she was lifted off of Jack’s shoulders and held to face him directly.

“Don’t. I lack self control.” Jack whispered, the veins more visible in his face to show his restraint. “I’ve been unstable because of all the steroids and I can flip at a switch. I can only take so much teasing.”

(Your name) placed her hands on his, Jack calming down a bit.

“I apologize for my outburst.”

“And I’m also sorry for teasing you. I hadn’t realized-“ (your name) froze when she felt Jack place a kiss on her head. The giant man placing her down.

“I can walk you back to your place. I wanted to spend a bit more time with you but I’m riled up.” Jack felt so awful. How stupid was he to admit to having no self control? Now she was going to think he was a monster.

“Jack. Bend down.” (Your name) put her hands on her hips. Jack hesitantly bent down, his brow raised.

“Why-“ Jack was tackled in a hug, the poor man having no idea how to react. “What?”

“You’ve never had a hug before?” (Your name) asked. Her hands rubbing comforting shapes on his back. Jack hesitantly returned the embrace, his large arms engulfing her.

Jack pressed his nose into her hair, inhaling her scent greedily. (Your name) was starting to be like a drug to him. Didn’t she know how intoxicating she smelled? Didn’t she know if the weird feelings she was starting to stir up in him?

The two stayed like that for a bit before (your name) pulled away a bit, thinking she calmed him down.

“Are you alright-“ Jack pressed his lips against hers so gently, his whole body trembling. He could feel electricity shoot through his body from the small touch.

(Your name)’s eyes blew open when he snaked a hand on the back of her head, the other holding her body in place.

Jack pressed his lips to her forehead, his hands separating from her quickly.

“I’m alright now.” Jack could feel his whole body trembling, his tongue darting out to give his lips a lick. She tasted like cinnamon.

(Your name) was still frozen. She could feel how much Jack had held back, the poor man trembling so much as if he was afraid of breaking her.

“Jack? I’ll head back home, but I would like to see you again.” Jack clenched his fists, a part of him was happy that she wanted to see him again. Yet there was another selfish part of him that wanted her to stay with him longer.

(Your name) pressed a hand on Jack’s leg, giving him a reassuring smile. “I still like you. You’re not a monster, Jack.”

“I want to kiss you again.” Jack muttered so softly, (your name) almost didn’t hear it. “Just one more time.”

“Okay.” (Your name) smiled, Jack taking in a shaky breath.

“Open your mouth.” (Your name) hesitantly opened her mouth, only for Jack to dive right in. One hand on the back of her head while his other was on her waist, pushing her up against him. His tongue wriggling in her mouth while she could only mewl in confusion.

(Your name)’s eyes fluttering shut, trying to enjoy the open mouth kiss with her tongue shyly trying to dance with his. Jack only be egged on even more.

Jack began to kiss her with the passion of a man possessed, his lips moving against her inexperienced ones with dominance.

(Your name) squealed when she felt something grind against her. What was that and why was it so big?

“I’m sorry.” Jack whispered, his body shaking as he tried to regain control. His lips separating from hers, a long stream of saliva connecting them. Her dazed expression was so cute, Jack wanted more but he knew he needed to stop being greedy. “I’m sorry.”

(Your name) pressed her fingers to her lips, her expression still dazed. What just happened?

“What was that called?”

“French kissing? You don’t know what that is?” Oh lord. Jack thought she was so cute. She was too cute. It was entirely too much for him. He was going to need to take care of himself after this date m, there was no way he would be get rid of what (your name) was doing to him without him doing more to (your name).

“No… I’ve only kissed one other person besides you I’m just a little lost.”

“I’m going to need to leave now.” Jack replied hastily, his body sweating. He wished she wasn’t so honest but it was also what he really liked about her.

“My address is xxx if you want to see me again. I’ll head home too… I just follow the trail right?”

“Yes.” Jack watched your name)’s whole face explode red, her eyes a little teary. Jack held his breath, using the last bit of his mental strength not to pounce on her again.

“I’ll see you around then, (your name).” Jack awkwardly said goodbye. “I enjoyed our time up until now.”

“I enjoyed our time too... I’m just confused now but I’ll ask my friend about why I feel weird.” (Your name) gave Jack a bow. “I’ll see you around then Jack.”

Jack walked off quickly, his mind realizing she probably didn’t understand she was attracted to him more than just romantically.

Jack knew their relationship was going to leave him so sexually frustrated, but damn it. He liked her a lot. How could someone be so cute but also drive him wild with desire. It wasn’t fair.

He was just glad he didn’t rough her up any. Her lips were slightly swollen but nothing that was too noticeable. (Your name) had no idea how hard it was for him not to sink his teeth into her neck and leave a permanent mark.

It was entirely too hard and frustrating to him on how much he held back, but this potential relationship was worth it all. (Your name) was going to be Jack’s first and only girlfriend. There was never going to be anyone else.

(Your name) checked her reflection in the water, a smile on her face when she still appeared fine.

Jack was kind of like Jekyll and Hyde with his switches. (Your name) was well aware how much it would destroy him if she showed him how scared she was when he was kissing her.

There was a part of her that enjoyed being kissed by him though. She could feel the restraint he had too but he was much too big for her to ever be able to handle in all areas.

Jack was also the only one who didn’t want to possess her or obsessed over her. So maybe she should keep seeing him?

He was charming and he was comfortable sharing his past with her already… so she’s continue to see him. Maybe he’ll eventually get used to her so she can actually get a great view of the scenery on his shoulders next time?

(Your name) continued her trek out of the forest. Her eyes lighting up when she finally saw the road that was take her home in just a few blocks.

A black limousine pulled up beside her, a familiar yakuza leader rolling down the window.

“Do you need a ride?” Hanayama asked, his voice low and sultry.

This man was everywhere wasn’t he? And she knew better than to say no.

“Yes. How sweet of you.” Hanayama opened the door for her, (your name) slowly sliding in.

Hanayama closing the door behind her, his arm the scooping her over to sit beside him.

His arm now resting comfortably around her waist. His other reaching beside him to hand her a neatly wrapped present. This time, the black box was long and thin. Its contents kept wrapped together in silk rope. The rope wrapped in intricate knots she’s never seen before.

“I’m going to be real honest with you. I have no idea how to untie this.” Hanayama gave her a smirk before skillfully untying the rope for her.

“I tied it myself.” Hanayama leaned over and whispered in (your name)‘s ear. “Nice and tight.”

“At least you know how to untie it. I probably would’ve cut it open with a pair of scissors.” (Your name) honestly had no idea what his innuendo was and she wasn’t even going to try to hurt her brain trying to figure it out.

(Your name) opened the box, her hands touching a black silk garment.

“It’s a dress for tomorrow.” Hanayama pressed his cheek on her shoulder, his fingers holding the dress up for her to see better. It was a maxi dress with a low v neck and a backless design. “I think it would look lovely with one of the necklaces I’ve gifted you.”

(Your name) gulped. How did he know her size?

“I’ll pick you up at five in the afternoon sharp tomorrow.” Hanayama placed the ropes in the box along with the dress. The knots still being intact except for one.

“Thank you, Hanayama. I’ll wear the necklace you had just given me with this dress.” Hanayama held her chin with his hand.

“Good girl.”

The car came to a slow stop. Hanayama stepping out of the car to open the door for (your name). His hand held out for her to take.

“Thank you again.” Hanayama held her hand up to his lips, kissing it softly.

“Ask Zaria about the ropes. She’ll know what else I can offer you.”

(Your name) flushed in the face, bowing her head a bit under Hanayama’s intense stare.

“I will. Have a nice day, Hanayama.” Hanayama gave her a bow before he went back inside the car.

(Your name) clutching the box tightly as she made her way down to her house.

“I think you scared her, boss.” Kizaki muttered, Hanayama smirking at him.

“She needs to know that she belongs to me.” Hanayama lit himself a cigar, taking a deep inhale before blowing out a large cloud of smoke. “That way she realizes how much better of a life she’ll have if she picks me.”

Kizaki bit his lip. His boss really had it for this girl and that poor girl. She had no clue what Hanayama had in store for her.

Kizaki should’ve never had Hanayama find out about her being innocent. It seemed to have fueled an even bigger fire within Hanayama to own her.

Zaria held up the silk ropes in pure shock. She hasn’t seen handiwork like this in years.

“So you’re telling me Hanayama tied this rope like this around the present box he gave you?”

“Correct.” (Your name) answered, her hand rubbing her arm nervously.

“(Your name). I’m going to put this into terms you can understand.” Zaria took a deep breath before holding the rope out to her. “This man is a freak. He is a sex god. This man is the kinkiest man I have ever seen.”

“What-“

“This guy would give you the best lay in your entire life. This is shibari, (your name). He’s into bondage.”

(Your name) just sat there, her mouth open a little. Zaria never ever called a man a freak before, onto ever herself. So did this mean…

“This man is clearly telling you he wants to f-“

“That’s enough!” (Your name) blushed, raising her hands up to stop Zaria from continuing. “I’m going to go sit in my room because my head is throbbing. First I was French kissed by Jack and now I’m being told I could be tied up-“

“You kissed, Jack?!” Zaria shouted, her eyes wide. “On the first date? You’ve been bad-“

“It was my fault. I didn’t mean to get him all riled up-“ Zaria held out her fist to (your name). “What are you doing?”

“Fist bumping you as congratulations on having mad hoes.”

“Please jump off the cliff outside.”

“Please jump on the Hanayama guy.” Zaria begged. “Do it for me.”

“I thought you were cheering on me jumping on Katsumi?”

Zaria paused as she thought to herself. “You have two holes for a reason-“

A loud slap echoed throughout the house, a squeal of pain soon following.

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Author’s note: almost four thousand words. I personally believe Hanayama would be into Shibari. The man screams Dom. And Jack is probably super into rough intimacy. Katsumi definitely whimpers and cries. Anyways. I’m going to go jump into the sin bin. Want anything while I’m in there?

#female reader #yandere #yandere imagine #baki hanma #baki the grappler #jack hanma #kaoru hanayama #katsumi orochi #yandere fic #baki x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #baki son of ogre #baki the grappler x reader #retsu kaioh #baki kaoru hanayama #smut #yandere baki

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hidefdoritos · 7 months

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I've been put on a steroid to help me beat this infection and boy howdy I hate it.

mental breakdown, food mention, SA mention, dysphoria, giant text wall, and a lot of relationship rambling under the cut. feel free to scroll. I am safe.

it feels like my brain has been lifted out and placed in a hot air balloon that is also a carousel. the balloon is piloting my body around. my body is extra sweaty and also jittery and little nauseous. the carousel of my brain is so anxious and cannot focus and is going Nine Million Miles Per Hour spiraling So Hard. i have 4 quizzes and an exam to do. i can't find an empty classroom without A Couple hanging out to "study" (in adjacent chairs, all but sitting in each other's laps) so I'm doing the exams from one of the music practice rooms and I can hear two pianists playing in different keys and it's driving me crazy and also I'm typing so much faster than I usually do and speaking fast too I think. i can't go back to my room because if my roommate is there and asks me what's wrong with me I'm gonna just cry because I'm spiraling SO HARD right now especially about how I'm single and my roommate is just gonna feel awkward and bad because she has a boyfriend and her entire identity is wrapped around him and she knows I envy that. oh gosh someone is playing a sad song and i'm actually going to cry about it. can't tell my other friend because she got broken up with Brutally over the summer and I don't want to make her sad. can't tell the other friend because she just got engaged. can't talk to the other friend because she asked a boy out for coffee and is texting the play by play about that. it's the same boy I wanted to ask out for coffee but i can't ruin her fun by saying so. i don't want to talk to a single person about it because I don't want to make them sad too but I don't want to talk to a dating/married person about it because they can't relate. don't want to talk to my ace friend because he can't relate. can't tell the other friend because that would require reaching for my phone and if I get on my phone I'll never get the schoolwork done. my screentime is over 8 hours today and I'm still not done. i have the world's most unmotivated group for my group project and I'm supposed to be leading and I've been sick for a month and the interview just fell through and nobody has stepped up to help. I'm so far behind I need to either get better or drop out. the costumes crew is waiting on me. i have paperwork due. everybody is better than me at everything. i scheduled work during the Thursday dress rehearsal. i'm in no way ready for the Friday concert. my stomach hurts from the antibiotic. i want to burst into tears but I'm so congested that I think a gallon of fluid would come straight out of my head and I've been trying so hard to hydrate. my laptop is in my lap and every time I look down I can see my chest which I usually don't feel dysphoric about but I guess that (and also sense-memories) decided to crawl out of the woodwork just for the heck of it because why not kick Moss while she's down I guess. my thrifted boots aren't actually leather and they're peeling. i'm wearing my split skirt and it looks incredible. i did such a bad job of painting my nails. why is there a mirror in this practice room. ironically the bottom of it cuts off between m neck and my shoulders, which is where I feel disconnected right now. my foot is going to sleep. i feel manic and depressive at the same time. my laptop is hot. i've been writing this post for 12 minutes and i think it helped. even if stuff isn't done it's helping to put all the thoughts out there. like venting a rice cooker. oh gosh I should be asleep already. i need to shower and go to bed. i already got a one day extension for this midterm i just need to go do it. i need to shower still. nooooo I have to deal with my naked body. i'm crying. why is this sending me over the edge? i'm gonna have to sit down in the shower tonight. oh no. on the one hand right now i have all the feelings of This Is Getting Bad Again that usually precede a serious low point in my life. however to be fair this is the first time i'm letting myself process any of the emotions from the last month of being sick. i just kept carrying on and collapsing over and over. ah, poor kid. i've been trying so hard.

#cj rambles #moss's musings #medical tw #steroid tw #sa tw #food tw #prednisone posting

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presidentbungus · 2 years

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literally just science party banter for a lot of words with a hint of Soldier as the catalyst. applaud

“Well, yes, I’m—“

He might say something after that but the door flies open hard enough to further splinter the tile it bangs against, drowning out the rest of his words. Rude. “ENGIE.” The man that comes stomping in is in what he presumes to be a uniform, tacked all over with medals that turn out to be yogurt lids when he squints. A helmet swings over his head and covers his eyes—Ludwig has to wonder if he can even see. “ENGIE. I HAVE CAUGHT WORD THAT YOU HAVE BROUGHT A FILTHY KRAUT INTO THIS BASE. WHERE IS THE GERMAN?”

Dell’s thinking about something, which is bad. Ludwig sets his hands on his knees, swivels in his seat to face Engineer, stage-mumbles: “Who is this?”

“That’ll be Soldier.“ Dell picks up a piece of scrap paper and starts balling it up. Fidgeting? “He’s a character, I’ll tell ya that.”

“THERE IS THE KRAUT.” Soldier points at him and then snakes up and grasps him by the collar with eerily pinpoint accuracy, despite his most assuredly severely limited vision. (Echolocation? Scent mapping? Ludwig snickers.) “DID YOU THINK YOUR DISGUSTING LITTLE NOSE COULD SLITHER ITS WAY BETWEEN THE GREAT DOUBLE-CHEEKS OF—“

“Cutting you off—that’s inappropriate, Solly. We’ve talked about your metaphor usage.” Ludwig almost snickers again but to be honest the grip on his tie is starting to get a tiny bit suffocating—it occurs to him he has a hand inside his coat, wrapped around the bonesaw, the other pawing at Soldier—Dell gets a weird look on his face, mouth quirking and eyebrows drooping just a little bit, and he says: “Now you’ve gotten it a little twisted around, bud. Let him go and I’ll explain.”

And Soldier does, fast, stepping back and saluting like a—trained dog who can salute. Ludwig will come back to that one. He gasps for air for an embarrassing moment and then gets to fixing his tie, humming.

“PLEASE EXPLAIN, ENGIE. MY NECK-SNAPPING HANDS ARE TWITCHING.”

They are not, but he does not comment on this.

“Solly, you heard he was German?”

Medic raises an eyebrow, as Soldier nods gravely.

“Oh, well, that makes sense. He’s from Germany the state, not Germany the country.” He must see Ludwig’s entire body twitch because he grabs him by the arm—mutters just go with it.

Meanwhile, Soldier’s lip quivers like it is about to fall off of his face. “BUT… there is no Germany the state.”

“Oh, see, that’s another one. Germany the state’s top secret. Almost the whole thing’s this big military base, right? American military base,” he adds. “In America. And that’s where he’s from.”

“But… why are you telling me about it and not him?”

“‘Cause it’s top secret. Like I said. He’s not allowed to even imply it exists, which is why he’s making that really weird face right now.”

“Oh, uncalled for.” Maybe he should stop trying to smile actually. His cheeks hurt.

“… OH.” It’s like a gallon of adrenaline is poured directly into his veins—his voice has regained its apparently usual timbre—absolutely wonderful. Ludwig rolls his eyes. “THAT MAKES SENSE.”

“Now we are discussin’ some top secret things right now and I can fill you all in on it later but we ain’t supposed to have you in the room while we’re at it, huh?”

“Yes,” Ludwig adds, and Engineer tips an eyebrow at him and he wonders why his face is suddenly hot.

“OKAY. SEE YOU LATER, CROCODILE.”

Engineer leans forward. “… Scout teach him that one?”

“What?”

“Nothin’.”

Soldier salutes, neatly swivels on his heel, then marches directly into the doorway which his entire body hits with a THWACK. He does not seem to notice as he corrects his gait and keeps marching.

… Hm. So his movement isn’t perfect. Ludwig makes a mental note to test his ability to navigate once he is all settled in, and it occurs to him that he has made a mental note to study a lot of people today.

Perhaps he could get used to this.

That said, he glances back at Engineer and clears his throat. “You know it is unjust and potentially dangerous to play off a man’s delusions like that?”

“There’s a point where delusions become his entire reality,” he says, back to whatever he was doing previously—gradually piecing together some incomprehensible mass of wires. Odd.

“That is what delusions are, yes.”

“Funny one, ain’tchya? You ain’t even seen him yet, I promise. Don’t say anything. I mean seen him in his full glory. I mean sometimes a machine’s just made with bad wiring and there’s no way to fix that wiring without utterly destroyin’ it.”

Ludwig hums. “Has it occurred to you the human mind isn’t all that much like a machine, Herr Engineer?”

“I’m just an engineer, Doc. Machine-related analogies’re all I know how to do.”

“What?”

“It’s a tragic existence.” His face is almost pressed to the wires. Ludwig thinks it would be funny if he electrocuted himself. “Can you hand me that screwdriver? The yellow one.”

Ludwig looks at the pile of tools in front of him, selects a hammer, and offers it. “You are joking with me.”

“That a question or a statement?“ Dell takes the hammer, laughs, and tosses it back in the pile. “Funny. The yellow screwdriver, pleaseandthankyou.”

“Statement.” He opts for a wrench this time. “It’s impressive how efficiently you manage to make four words into one, Herr Engineer.”

“Now you sound like Spy and for the love of the good lord just call me Engie.” He feels for the head of the wrench and frowns. “Real funny. Please just hand me the screwdriver. This is delicate work, I can’t reach over.”

“This one?”

He pulls himself from the contraption. “Doc, that’s a pencil.”

“How about this.”

“The—same pencil.” Engie makes a presumably bewildered wheezing sound. “Few months from now you’re gonna be doin’ a surgery or something and you’re gonna ask me for a scalpel and I’m not gonna give it to you, you know that?”

“So we are going to continue to work together, Engie?”

He blushes a little at this one. Ludwig considers this a victory. “Well, I mean… sure… if that’s fine.”

Ludwig hands him the right screwdriver this time, the yellow one, and he finally puts one tiny little screw in place and then removes his hands from it, seems satisfied when nothing happens.

“Look at that,” he muses. “And without any help.”

“Hmph.” Ludwig crosses his arms, standing. “Fine, I suppose if I’m not needed…”

… And a hand lands on his shoulder and drags him back down. “Hey now, never said that.”

“Hm. I heard it.”

“The whole point is you help me and then I don’t credit you for it. Don’t you get it?”

Ludwig laughs at this, and it’s a little more of a cackle, and Engie laughs with him too and all he can think is oh, yes. He can definitely get used to this.

#tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #science party #bungus snippets #tf2

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catsofimperium · 9 months

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The Children of The Nowhere

The Radius Glade sunk down beneath the tall cat’s gaze, black and stone blue wings ruffling. There was white sunlight making up the feathers of his wings, the fur on his chest, and the edges of his ears, having gone so far down said edges ruffled against his cheeks.

A Beloved with the traits of a Crystalor stood in front of him, maintaining her stature despite whom she was defending against. The purple glow of the gemstones along her silver coat struggled to combat the light of the goddess herself. They stood on the reflective, smooth stone of the palace, pressed up against a window with the drapes shut closed.

"I'm disappointed in you," the goddess said, turning to The Beloved, "harboring such a creature within my realm, and lying to me about it? What were you thinking?"

The cat peered over at the figure behind her, blinking. He didn't look any different from any other Radius and Glade mix, and he certainly didn't have enough variations to be considered a creature.

"I simply didn't want anyone to hurt him, or for him to accidentally hurt anyone else. I must confess, I don't understand. He can't harm anyone in the unused parts of the castle."

The goddess put a wing around The Beloved, pulling her away from the cowering cat. It was made entirely out of light, the Beloved feeling very little against her fur.

"Those parts of the castle were unused for a reason. No one should be permitted there, especially not such a creature," The Beloved tilted her head and The Goddess sighed, "I admire your kindness but it has been misplaced. In all your studying you should have learned the danger of magical mimicry and those infected by its snare."

"That may be true, but, if he was born this way, then how is it his fault?"

The goddess lifted her head more, ears jutting up.

"It is not, but this does not change the facts of the matter. We live in a world full of magic, but, just like a plant may create bad seeds, magic is the same. Especially within a cat the gift was not meant for, having nothing to sink its roots into and grow."

"Like a ghost," the Glade whispered, having collapsed onto the floor.

The goddess nodded, running a paw through the drapes to rest them along the Glade's back.

"Precisely."

The Beloved's head cocked more, eyes exploring the yellow colored air in thought. The ground reflected he goddess' light, only making it that much stronger.

"Shouldn't we study them so this won't happen again? Maybe there's a cure or-"

She was cut off, the goddess pulling away to step closer to the Glade.

"There is no cure. But I assure you, no one will be hurting Exspir. I know a place where he will be safe alongside others like him. It is peaceful there," the goddess said, putting her tail on Diana's shoulder, "Trust me, the rest of your friend's life will be comfortable, even with the infection."

Diana looked between those bright eyes and the Glade's, the latter's head giving a resigned nod. Her eyes sharpened, and she squared her shoulders.

"Fine. But, only if I can go with him," she said, head turning back to the goddess.

She pulled away, returning to her space in front of Exspir. The goddess stared for a good moment before taking several steps back and allowing the Crystalor's purple light to glow freely.

"If that is your wish, I will not fight you. But, I will miss you, Diana."

Before Diana could so much as utter another word, the goddess' eyes glowed. Diana's wings and horns did the same, a sudden jolt of pain rushing through her body. She screamed out, falling to the floor as it overcame all her other senses.

"Diana!" Exspir's voice rang in her ears.

The last thing Diana saw before her vision was completely overtaken by the light was the chipping of her horn as she attempted to push back against the blast. Her vision went white within seconds, and she could not hear so much as a sound. This included sound of her own gasp as she let out one final breath before numbness overcame here.

She was unsure how long she had remained in that state. When Diana woke up again, she was half convinced that she was dead. She had fallen upon some unknown sin, and the only thing to be done was to erase the source of it in its entirety.

But, then there was the feel of wind against Diana's fur. It wasn't a strong feeling, easily missed with its light touch. Yet, the sensation grew stronger as Diana flopped blearily onto her stomach, exposing her back to its unknown source. Grass crinkled beneath her and she forced open her eyes.

When her vision cleared, she was greeted by a graying sky at the top of her eyeline, and beige looking grass at the bottom. Looking back at her own body, she was relatively in one piece. The place where her wings once resided had been replaced with scarring, and the crystals all along her body had turned completely dark.

A feeling of loss overcame her, though it did not change the relief she felt at still maintaining her life, even if it brought more questions than answers. Answers she planned to seek out...once she could stand and figured out where she was exactly. Though her ears flicked back and forth, she could not catch onto any distinctions that identified where she was, only one sound being loud enough to catch her attention.

In the distance, she could hear the slow flow of water. She lifted her head, and soon, a black paw was offered to help her up. Once she was on her four paws, with the help of a wing to sturdy her, she took in the place with wide, amethyst eyes. A plain of beige could be seen for miles, with paths carved to lead to the many houses scattered along them, the architecture drastically different between each one.

She turned to the Glade beside her, for an explanation, but, he had just sighed.

"Welcome home, I guess," Exspir said with a weak smile.

Once it had sunk in, Diana gave him one back, along with a nuzzle.

"I'm glad to be here."

Tagging: @caxycreations

#original writing #whump writing #tw pain #diana💜📔#exspir🌱#catsofimperium

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smellslikehome · 10 months

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Post 3: Redgie's Perspective

After that run in with the mean dude in class, I started looking around the school, trying to learn more about him. Why was he so mean? Why was he in a post-graduate class? Why does he know so much about ‘the actions of a liar’ and other stuff I couldn’t begin to understand. So for 3 weeks or so I asked around the school. I thought with how quiet he was, I would end up giving up quickly. But as it turns out, quite a few people knew him.

“Oh Hicks? He’s a Detective.” Answered one guy when asked.

“A Detective?”

“Yeah. Him and this dude Barry, they can like, find out anything. Shit the other day they helped me find my dad. I learned about them from this one girl.”

“Nathan. He’s a fucking prick,” answered the girl when I asked her about it. “I hired him to find out what my boyfriend was planning for my anniversary and instead he finds out that he’s been sleeping with the head of the cheerleading squad for the past 4 months.”

“Yikes….” I replied.

“He’s nosy as hell though. Ask Sunny.”

So after finding out who and where Sunny might be, I went to him and he said, “Yeah, he helped me learn that my best friend was an undercover cop. 21 Jump Street Style you know.”

“Is that a movie?” I asked, confused.

He rolled his eyes, “Not important. Anyways. His dad’s like, a policeman or something. He interned with the police but after figuring out how scummy the police was involving that Genesis girl, he and his friend left.”

That name rang a bell. “Genesis. The girl on the news that was killed by the police captain?” I asked.

“Yup apparently that was Nathan and Barry that caught him. You should go ask Catherine. She was like, Genesis’ best friend.”

The thing about Catherine is, she was hard to find. One day, while looking in the cafeteria, I saw Nathan and another guy and a girl sitting and talking. That’s when I thought about maybe going up to him and asking my questions. “Hey, we’re in the same class right?” I asked, trying to start up a conversation in the best way I knew how.

“Yeah, you stole my notebook… Can I help you?” He replied sternly.

My heart started to sink, “Oh right of course! I think we got off on the wrong foot I-”

“And reintroducing yourself like we’ve never met is somehow better because?” He asked.

Wow, this guy is a dick. I rolled my eyes and said, “Nevermind. Have a good day,” and walked off.

As I approached the entrance, I saw the girl I was looking for. I went up to her and asked to talk and she agreed. “So, I was wondering if you could tell me about Nathan Hicks.”

Her eyes seemed to light up. “Nate? Oh I love Nate! We’re really good friends. Are they in trouble?”

“No, not at all. I’m just trying to learn more about him. Like why’s he so damn mean,” I growled in frustration.

She giggled to herself, “Yeah, they do that to everyone. It’s not their fault though.” She sighed. “Listen, Nate doesn’t really volunteer information or open themselves up. They have large walls because they’re scared of being vulnerable. Not because they think that it’s a weakness, far from it. It’s just that Nate’s been hurt a lot, so he takes it out on people who he feels like could be a threat. If he’s mean to you. And I don’t mean like he ignores you, I mean if he goes out of his way to tell you specifically to piss off, that means he doesn’t want you in a position where you can distract him or hurt him.” She starts to stand up before saying, “Honestly, he’s not that bad.”

And with that, she walked off. I thought of that myself as I went back home. I fed my cat and studied as I thought about what he wrote in his notebook. I rolled my eyes and dismissed it. This guy had spent way too much time on my head. Besides, it was getting late and I needed to make sure that everything was put in place. It was ‘dead week’ as I like to call it. When my body gets heavier and I get tired.

After a horrid week of class and sleeping, ending in a day I skipped entirely, I went to class fully rejuvenated and ready for the next month.

It was Monday and I had finally made my way to Professor Brandon’s for class. I showed up a bit early so I could get a feel for what I had missed on Friday. After asking him, he told me, “In all honesty you didn’t miss much. It was really just a filler class so I could finish making the midterm.”

“Midterms?!” I said, shocked. “A-Already?!”

“Believe me, I was as shocked as you are,” he chuckled. “But yep, it’s about that time! I have everything set up and ready. Also, you turned in your application to Student Teach right?” He asked.

“Crap! I’m sorry I forgot. I’ll do it before the end of the week I promise!” I replied quickly.

“Hey it’s alright. Class is about to start so go ahead and take your seat. I’ll explain to you all the midterms,”

I had a seat and after everyone else did the same he started, “As you all know midterms are coming up and it’s time for my famous yearly Literature Review/Rewrite. This year we’re analyzing one of my personal favorites: the Callender Papers. As always-“ he was interrupted when the door suddenly opened and in walked Nathan, looking as angry as ever. “Ah, glad you could join us Mr. Hicks. We were just going over midterm plans.”

“Hm” Nathan dismissed as he sat down.

I turned my attention back to the teacher as he explained the project details, how we had to read the novel, judge what things could’ve been done better and then rewrite the novel. He also explained that we were put in groups with the names being both at the front of the class and online. As he continued talking I vaguely heard someone whisper, “…….fuck”.

Professor Brandon talked for a little while longer then, after yelling at Nathan again, dismissed the class early. We all rushed the board and I searched like a wolf for my name. Which I found quickly. Unfortunately, I saw the other name too…

[Nathaniel Hicks —-- Redgel]

I looked at Professor Brandon and said, “Really?”

He chuckled and said, “Hey, you’re the only other person in here that’s even talked to him. It’ll be fine.”

I rolled my eyes and ran out the hall to try and chase him down. It didn’t take too long for me to find him. “Hey! Wait Up!” I shouted after him. He turned around and I walked up to him, catching my breath. “Looks like we’re partners for the midterm project!”

“Hm…” he nodded, looking rather disinterested.

“So…” I started, trying to figure out how to generate any kind of conversation with this guy. “When do you want to get to work on it? We have 2 and a half weeks to work on it sure but-”

“We have 2 and a half weeks to work on the 1st half. Up until the end of the semester to finish writing,” he interrupted.

Stunned, I attempted to explain myself by saying, “Oh… well I just don’t want to-”

“Wait until the last minute. Trust me neither do I , the sooner this is over the better,” he interjected again. Before I even had the chance to argue he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I gotta take this. Saturday, either your place or the library it doesn't make a difference. Email me the details through the classroom and I’ll show up.”

With that, he left, leaving me dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway. How does someone manage to have every side of a conversation by himself. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything. I explained the situation later that evening to my sister, Jenny over skype. I was pacing my room angrily talking about him.

“Hm. He sounds rude as fuck…” commented Jenny.

“He IS!!!! That’s the thing that fucks with me? How am I supposed to work with this asshole for the rest of the semester?”

“THAT part,” she commented. She was about 5 years younger than me and attending a college out of state.

“I guess if I invite him over, I’d get work done better,” I confessed. “But I don’t know how much I want him over….”

She laughed, “Ha! Look, the sooner you get this project done the better so if working at home will get it done faster than do it. You don’t look like you want to talk to this guy longer than you need to.”

I agreed. The sooner this is over, the better.

#original character #my writing #writers of tumblr

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star1117-archives · 2 years

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Fluff + Yeosang + "Can You Not?"

Use whatever gender you want 💜

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐨𝐭?

➵ Pairing : Yeosang X Gn!Reader

➵ Genre : Fluff

➵ W.C : 636

➵ Warnings : N/A

“You’re fucking annoying.”

Pulling off his headphones, Yeosang’s tone was almost indignant as he raised his voice to be heard over your game. He was only answered with a middle finger however, your gaze still completely on the screen as gunshots poured from the speakers.

“Sorry Yeo, game-o over lame-o. Get back to me in a few hours.”

Scoffing, the male stood up from the table, closing the notebook he was writing in and adjusting his glasses. He muttered under his breath for a second, most likely a plethora of curses, and came to the sofa. Yeosang raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he glanced between the tv and you, still not understanding how you were so hooked on these damned games. It was just drugs, shooting, stealing and sex. You were wasting your precious education over such stupidity.. and it wasn’t even in real life.

“Such a shame that you waste your time on these games, you had potential to actually do something with your life.”

With a raised eyebrow, you paused the game to turn to him, frustrated by his stubbornness.

“You’ve never even tried it, Yeosang! Why do you hate my games so much? What did they do to you?”

“Existed. And interrupt my studying, but I’m more frustrated by their general existence.”

Your face set at this, your body tensing as you turned your head away from him. Sensing your feelings were hurt, he rolled his eyes before throwing himself onto the couch, let his hand go out lazily.

“If I play and still hate it, will you shut up? And play with headphones?”

You gave the controller to him with a giddy smile, nodding eagerly as your mood quickly took a 180 from the mini temper tantrum you’d been having. Crisis adverted.

“Mhm! These lips will be sealed shut.”

Smirking, Yeosang grasped the controller with excitement, the vague dream of fucking peace and quiet finally in reach. All he had to do was play this stupid game and not enjoy it.

Surely that should be easy, right?

“Yeo! Watch out! He’s gonna fuckin’ kill you!”

Scrambling his fingers across the buttons, Yeosang clawed at every corner of his brain to remember the right one. You were both now hunched over, focused entirely on the screen as you pushed at Yeosang’s shoulder.

“Shoot! Fucking shoot him! What the fuck are you doing, Yeosang?!”

Flustered, Yeosang raised his voice slightly in defense, his character crouching as bullets rained down on him.

“I-I don’t know how to fucking shoot!”

“R1! Press R1! L2 to focus and R1 to fire!”

This was of no aid to Yeosang, the male still pressing random buttons as his ears tinted red.

“Which one’s fucking R1?! This red button?! You’re not fucking helping Y/N!”

Before you could answer however the screen went black, a red ‘Wasted’ filling it. You threw yourself back into the couch with a sigh, hand on your forehead as Yeosang scratched at his neck.

“You suck ass at gaming.”

Turning to you, Yeosang flicked your forehead before standing up, tossing you the controller.

“You’re still fucking annoying.”

His words sparked your memory, making you shoot out of your seat and infront of him at lightening speed, surprising Yeosang slightly.

“Imma take a wild guess that GTA isn’t as bad as you thought it was.”

Yeosang looked at you with a hardened stare, masking his true feelings. He clenched his jaw before nodding with a sigh, earning a loud woop from you. Right in his ear. He held it in annoyance, pacing to his room.

“Can you not? I’m not going deaf just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

You merely answered this with a laugh however, dancing on the spot.

“Jokes on you, now I don’t even have to be! You lost your stupid bet!”

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