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Cross my heart, I hope you die

Summary: In which you try to avoid the rude, short-tempered and dangerous special grade sorcerer, Sukuna Ryoumen, who happens to also be your senpai. But whatever you do, it seems that he simply never leaves you alone. Part 1 || Part 4 || Part 5(WIP)

❥ Sorcerer!Sukuna x male!Reader

❥ rivals to lovers, cursing, injury on reader, other warnings on pt.1, m!reader

W.C. 3.7k || Masterlist || A.N. I love writing Sukuna being stupid when it comes to social cues

The years had passed. Quietly, quickly. 

You were a Special Grade now, but it didn’t give you much comfort. It was still the same danger quadrupled just for people like you. The endless slog of missions and orders from the higher ups never stopped, never showed you or anyone any mercy.

Gojo had become who he was prophesied to be, the strongest. Shoko had welcomed you back to the school with a lollipop instead of a cigarette between her lips, she was able to work at the school earlier than you and Gojo after she had cheated medical school.

If anyone asked if you had a hand in helping her, no you didn’t.

Geto, well. You didn’t really keep in touch with him and you doubted anyone did either, it was complicated.

You did your job.

 You killed what needed killing. Saved who could be saved. Slept like the dead and woke up sore. It wasn’t that bad, really. You got paid very well. Well enough to risk your life daily? Maybe.

It was chaotic, but such is the life of a sorcerer.

You lived in a small, clean apartment near the Tokyo branch, the kind of place that never truly felt like home but was comfortable enough. The walls were a blank white, save for a sword hung up above your doorway- your first, dulled and chipped, but still yours.

In between the constant bursts of chaos and anxious quiets, you had barely heard his name in passing anymore. Words exchanged between admins or higher ups, about the monster grown up in the Kyoto headquarters.

He came up in missions, in briefings, in off-handed comments from your peers. A brutal Jujutsu sorcerer teetering on the edge from a curse user, from the Kyoto branch. Highly effective. A “monster in human skin” with too much power to ignore and too controversial to acknowledge.

You'd hear about him like he was folklore.

You remembered his name, somewhere in the back of your mind, he was still there. You doubted it was the same for him though. Not when he was leagues above you, despite you being a special grade yourself.

It was all in the past though, a time where it wasn’t all too bad.

Maybe it wasn’t too bad with him around. Not as bad as you thought it was, atleast.

You hoped he thought the same.

“Will you just fuck off already?”

You had your back pressed against the roof's railing, jaw tight, arms crossed. You’d already tried ignoring him, walking away, threatening him with a training blade, and none of it worked. Naturally.

Sukuna leaned back on his elbows across from you, legs stretched out, expression somewhere between smug and bored. The sunset painted the sky behind him in reds and golds, making his hair look almost like it was glowing.

“God, you’re so fun when you’re pissed.”

“I’m so close to jumping off this roof.”

He grinned. “You know, one day I won’t be here to piss you off. You ever think about that?”

“Yes. Daily. In fact, I pray for it.”

He gave you a lazy side glance. “You’d be miserable.”

“I’d be overjoyed.”

He scoffed. “Then jump.” He didn’t mean it, at least you didn’t think so. Better a reason to actually do it.

Without hesitation, powered by spite alone, you hopped onto the railing. His eyes widened as you sat on the metal bars, mouth opening as his eyebrows furrowed. “Oi-”

You grinned at him before leaning backwards and freefalling off of the roof.

A claw came crashing right where you were standing a few milliseconds ago. With a flick of your katana, the claw was cut clean off of the curse. It howled in pain, falling forwards as its arm slowly re-grew itself.

You kept moving. Deeper into the chaos. Your earpiece crackled. “Backup’s en route.”

“Backup has been en route for the last 20 minutes, man!” You complained, leaping up onto the curse before slicing its mangled head off. You heard a wince from the other line. “Sorry.”

You sighed, you should probably apologize later- It’s not Ijichi’s fault your so-called backup is slow as hell. 

Rounding a corner, you grabbed a small girl by the arm and hoisted her into your arms as her mother clung behind. "Go south!" you barked. "There's an evacuation team two blocks down. Don’t stop until you see them!"

You shoved them forward, barely checking to see if they moved.

“Who’s backup again?” You asked into your communicator as you sprinted through streets, leaping upto rooftops to see the situation better.

“Sorcerers from Kyoto branch-” Ijichi’s voice answered as he began listing a few names.

A tinge of excitement bore its way through the cracks of your exhaustion, the promise of finally seeing that bastard after all these years bringing a smirk on your lips.

Sukuna Ryomen.

You didn’t know if you missed that name, or the memories that came with it.

It had only been 4 years since you last seen him. Or had it been 5? You weren’t that sure.

Another explosion rattled the ground beneath you- this one loud, fiery, and close. It lit up the sky for a second, painting the buildings in a flicker of red-orange like a dying sun.

Your body reacted before your brain did, sprinting toward the epicenter.

That wasn’t a curse, atleast. No, it was too familiar. The cursed energy in the air and the sheer bloodlust emanating from that position- there was no doubt about it. Maybe you shouldn’t be grinning as you felt that bloodlust grow with every meter you got closer to the source. To him.

You pushed through the crumbling debris, leapt over the body of a half-slain centipede-like curse, and burst into the clearing.

Through the ashes and smoke, fire roared around the area. Multiple curses already disintegrating around you as your eyes immediately catch onto the man definitely responsible for the destruction.

Damn.

That was your first thought.

Sukuna, in your memory, was terrifying. In a way you hated. You didn’t exactly fear him, maybe a bit, but you were mostly appalled how the hell a human could reach that level of power. When you recall that time at the warehouse, the incident that sent him away from you, you recall his monstrous and gigantuan form. But goddamn, seeing it again? It felt surreal.

Three meters.

About three meters tall, you remembered. He still was, definitely dwarfing you no matter how much you had grown these past four years. Was he always this bulky and built though? His muscles were covered in a sheen of sweat and blood on some areas, his tattoos looked more intricate than they did before and what definitely caught your attention was the mouth on his stomach.

His torso was drenched in curse blood, soaked all the way down to his boots. Four arms twitched and flexed at his sides, and his face-

God.

His face.

He was grinning, wide and insane as he licked up the blood splattered on his face. Half of his face was that same monstrous mask, two crimson eyes watching the battlefield like its playground. It was disgusting, terrifying and full of unfiltered violence.

It was him, and it was perfect.

You noticed a curse that was halfway crumbling away lunge towards him. Before Sukuna could turn around and deal with the curse, you beat him to it. You sent a slash that cut the curse into two, falling limply on the ground and fully dispersing into thin air.

Sukuna’s deadly gaze fell on you, psychotic grin faltering just a bit.

“Yo! Senpai! Been a while!” You waved, flicking your katana to the side before sheathing it. 

You wanted to say something else, but you were caught off when you felt a gust of wind and cursed energy right in front of you. Before you could react, there was a large, bloody hand on your throat.

You hit the ground with the sounds of branches and leaves getting crushed under you, the otherwise fatal fall cushioned by the very well-trimmed but now very crushed hedges. You groan, moving your shoulder only to hear it audibly pop way too loudly.

Above you, you were vividly aware of a mop of pink hair peering down at you from the rooftop and hurling curses of your stupidity at you. 

So he didn’t mean it, huh?

You smiled in some twisted sense of victory, the world still spinning around you as you got up in the most nonchalant way possible. Brushing off some leaves on your uniform and picking a twig out of your hair, you look back up to Sukuna’s face- Much more clearer now.

“I didn’t mean to faceplant into the fucking ground, idiot!” He screeched at you, although you weren’t sure if it was him or the sound of the metal of the railings being crushed under his grip. Oh, he was pissed. Maybe worried?

You give him the finger before running off further into campus.

Behind you, you could hear the sound of branches and leaves getting crushed even further.

His body was right up against yours- hot, radiating power like a wildfire barely held in check. His chest heaved once, twice. Close enough to feel. The smell of iron and ash clung to him. Freshly spilled blood dripped from his fingers where they curled around your neck.

Not choking, but firm. Controlling. His claws barely grazed your skin.

Time slowed down, as if the entire world took a deep breath and waited. You couldn’t hear the cries anymore. Couldn’t feel the heat of the fire. It was just him. You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Your arms twitched by your sides, unsure whether to raise your blade or… do nothing. 

The atmosphere, so full of distant firelight and battle haze, suddenly felt like a still forest after a predator steps into it. The kind of quiet that makes even the wind afraid to move.

You couldn’t breathe for a second.

Not because of his grip but because of the intensity of his eyes.

All four of them locked onto you. Unblinking. Something unreadable swimming behind them, dark and sharp and too much. Your throat bobbed beneath his palm.

“…Sukuna,” you said lowly, wary now. “What the hell are you-”

“You’re still an idiot.”

“Huh?”

His voice was quiet. But it wasn’t soft. It was like a growl of a beast holding itself back, a snarl of anger of a wolf looking down at its prey. But it wasn’t anger directed at you, at least it didn’t feel like it.

His claw dragged against your pulse. Like a predator surveying if its prey was worth playing with. You felt your breath hitch.

“You’re bleeding,” His claws continued to drag over your skin, lightly pressing at your pulse point and- Ow. You felt a sting that you barely noticed was there. “Like an idiot.”

The moment Sukuna saw you on the battlefield, something inside him lurched violently. A brutal, visceral kind of recognition. Like hearing a song you forgot you loved—except this one had a blade and blood and your name carved into every note.

He stood motionless in the middle of the crater, surrounded by charred curses and melted asphalt, but his eyes… all four of them locked onto you.

You hadn’t changed, atleast in a way that really mattered. You looked like yourself, older, but in a way that made sense to him. As if he knew how you would already look in every year of your life, throughout every lifetime. Your eyes looked tired, though. That irked him.

Years. Years they kept him locked away. The Kyoto branch had always been stiff, but after a few “incidents” too many, they all but collared him. No missions without an escort. No conversations with other sorcerers outside official channels. No personal calls. 

No visiting the Tokyo campus. 

No you.

Not like he ever talked about you, no, he’d rather slit his own throat than let the stupid higher ups know that he had a weak point. Something they could dangle in front of him like a treat. Something to control him.

They didn’t know what you meant to him. Not really. He wasn’t stupid. If they even suspected the extent of it- if they knew how often he’d close his eyes at night and imagine your voice, how he remembered every fight with you in perfect fucking detail, down to the sweat beading at your jawline- they’d dig their claws into you, not him.

And Sukuna could suffer. He was good at that. He could endure years of condescension, forced silence, bureaucratic leash-yanking. But he couldn’t stand the thought of them holding you hostage. Emotionally. Physically. Politically. However they wanted.

So he buried it. Or tried to.

It didn’t stop the dreams.

It didn’t stop his eyes from seeking your face whenever your name came up in mission briefings. Didn’t stop his thoughts from looping around the image of you—the way your back arched mid-fight, the way you bit back a grin when you got under his skin, the way you’d always been just out of reach.

You weren’t even friends. Not really. You were rivals. Maybe not even that, depending on who you asked. You mocked him. Challenged him. Laughed at him.

He missed that laugh like a man starved.

So kept quiet, he behaved. Mostly.

He did what he did best- fighting, training, toying with the other Kyoto students like a bored cat with mice. But it wasn’t the same. They didn’t look at him like you did. They flinched. They obeyed. They feared him.

Other than a white-haired first year who he had met much earlier in the year, no one really satiated his boredom. And even then, this underclassman didn’t bite nor bark as much as you did.

It irked him to no end, he became a beast in every mission and tore up classrooms when he felt like it. He became a bigger pain in the ass- Now without you to entertain him, he was going to make it everyone else's problem too.

He gave them what they asked for. But never more. Never less. Just enough to stay out of the cage, never enough to let them glimpse the truth.

He was waiting.

For what, he wasn’t sure.

Maybe for an assignment that would bring him back to Tokyo. Maybe for the day you’d finally show up in a mission brief, and he could volunteer to be the “escort.” Maybe just for the chance to look at you again and breathe like something close to whole.

And now here he was.

Four years later.

Fucking finally. 

The second he heard the rest of his pathetic little ‘coworkers’ rush out on a backup mission, he didn’t really care. Probably some sorcerers messing up and needing a cleanup crew for their mess, some losers not worth his time. He lounged on the dark leather couch, taking up its entirety while Uraume sat modestly at the other side.

One of the old bastards clicked his tongue at him but he didn’t really care, either. Not until he heard the magic word: “Tokyo.”

At the mention of the place, all he could think about was you. The snacks you’d buy and how you would yell at him to get his own after he stole a piece of your well-earned treat. You had good taste atleast, and he was able to note down what kind of flavors you liked and threw similar food at you that came from a vending machine sometimes.

You’d look at him like he grew a second head, clutching a plastic-wrapped cream bun that he had thrown at your head seconds prior. He’d scoff at you and say something about you looking like shit and seconds away from collapse, which in all honesty, you did- After a few back-to-back missions within a day.

As he walked away, he’d mentally pat himself on the back for being so smooth and nice. Definitely plus points in your book. 

He got up from the couch, cracking his neck as he half-heartedly complained about his coworkers getting nothing done anyway. He followed as backup, under the guise of helping out.

The old man couldn’t say no, not when lives were on the line and curses were on the loose in an area full of civilians.

So when he saw you, at the edge of his previous flare of destruction, he couldn’t control himself from rushing to you in that same second. He noticed it too, the cut at your neck. He raised his hand to heal it, almost hesitating when he noticed the blood on his hands smeared onto your skin. Oh well, he’ll make up for it later.

Warm. You were warm. He almost forgot how nice you felt under his touch.

He stared. Long and hard. The world shrank down to the length of his arm. The ruined buildings, burning remains and disintegrating curses around the two of you- They all melted away.  All he could see was you, all he could feel was your pulse, all he could hear was your breath.

He thought he’d look like a savior. Like some dark, cursed knight, riding in to save the idiot he’s loved in secret for years.

A goddamn prince charming, in his own mind. Maybe surrounded by roses and stars. A walking executioner, in yours.

Typical.

When he heard your voice again, it sounded nice. Sounded like you. He didn’t mean to cut you off, but he panicked.

He let out a breath through his nose, slow and steady. It was the only thing keeping the emotion from leaking out too fast. He spoke lowly, like he had seen in movies. Wasn’t that how love interests spoke to the main character? Was he doing this right? 

Probably.

“You're still an idiot,” He said.

Okay maybe he could’ve worded it better, but it was true anyway. Plus he did say it in that nice way like in the movies, it probably came off sounding sweet.

Four years of yearning condensed into a single moment. His fingers brushed along the cut with feather-light care, the way he imagined your hand would move over a lover’s cheek. 

Nice one.

“You’re bleeding,” He continued. “Like an idiot.” He explained himself. Yeah, that sounded right. That made up for how he worded the first thing he said, right? I mean, only idiots got hurt after all.

Yeah. He was really good at this.

If it scarred, he’d be reminded that someone else had gotten close enough to touch your throat, and he hadn’t. That someone else had drawn blood where he only ever wanted to feel it race beneath his palm.

His thumb lingered there for one more beat. Then another.

Then a third, because he was selfish and he didn’t get many moments like this. And because he still didn’t know how to say I missed you without sounding like a stalker.

In the stillness, he realized how much he’d fantasized about this.

The reunion. Your smile. Him catching your wrist mid-swing when you tried to play-fight like old times. Him catching you off guard, brushing your hair back and saying something effortlessly suave.

But this wasn’t like that.

This was clumsy and tense and half-feral. He was bleeding from three places. You smelled like someone else’s cursed energy. And he had his hand wrapped around your neck like he was checking the quality of livestock.

Not how he planned. Oh well, he was sure he’d turned the situation around with his suave.

He poured cursed energy into his hand, almost instinctively. He wasn’t even sure it would work. His RCT had always been fritzy- especially when it came to him healing others. Not that he did it all that often.

The cut vanished. Your skin knit together like it had never been torn. But blood was still painted on your skin. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, he thought about wiping it off but he didn’t have much cloth on him that wasn’t already covered in blood.

Sukuna had half the mind to just wipe it off with his hand, but he remembered that it was bloodstained too. 

Even with the cut healed and the blood on his hands on your skin, he couldn’t bring himself to let go of you yet.Instead, he smiled. Like a prince charming would. Dashing and dramatic. That dark, brooding type that the other guy would secretly admire. This was the moment, wasn’t it? When he’d realize they were meant to be. That Sukuna had always cared, even from afar. Even from inside his cage.

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Summary: Zelda nearly loses all hope after Link falls unconscious in her arms. But a specific combination of flowers and the Master Sword give her hope and the courage to face Calamity Ganon.

Word Count: Around 930

Warnings:

Not Beta Read

Angst… it’s the final memory so we all know how that goes…

Nothing else to my knowledge

Note:

-I am late to posting this my bad 😭

-It’s been 8 years and this memory still makes me tear up…

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“Please don’t leave me, Link. I can’t do this without you.” She cursed herself. How could she have been so foolish? Why hadn’t she worked harder? Prayed harder? Fought harder? If only she had unlocked her powers sooner then Link wouldn’t have been hurt so badly. She should have protected him instead of losing him to this inevitable evil.

How could the world be so cruel?

“Please I can’t lose you.” A strangled sob left her and tears escaped her. “I love you.”

Months ago she would’ve laughed at the thought. Loving her appointed knight? Yeah right, she despised him. But now? Her heart ached at the thought of losing him. Him and his sweet smile, his kind heart, and steady presence. He was how she managed to power through her father’s and the world's demands of her. Link made everything better, she loved being around him. She loved him.

Fingers brushed her cheek, catching her tears. ”I…” He coughed before his lips upturned into a soft smile. “…love you… too, Zel.”

His breaths were dangerously shallow. Zelda’s heart dropped to her stomach. His eyelids fluttered until Zelda could no longer see the blue she had come to love so dearly. “Link?”

His lack of response made her eyes go wide.

“No!” A cry ripped through her throat and she collapsed into his chest. Her tears came back full force as she felt his heartbeat fade. “No no no! Hylia please no!” Her hiccups threatened to drown her.

Her cries turned into sniffles. “Link.” Her hands framed his face, her thumb brushed one of his old scars.

A faint voice interrupted her thoughts.

He has time, Princess. You must hurry.

”So he can… so he can still be saved?”

She wanted that more than anything.

But how…

Her eyes widened.

The shrine of resurrection. She hoped they wouldn’t have to use the new technology… She and Purah had talked about the possibility given if Link didn’t make it.

Which was obviously the route fate had in store right now.

What terrified her the most was one side effect of the shrine.

There was a high probability that it caused memory loss.

Even with the precautions she and Purah took to bring back his memory when he did eventually awake, a part of her still doubted it. What if he completely forgot her? He was one of the few people who actually knew her, besides Urbosa. Someone she trusted with everything in her being. She couldn’t bear the thought of him losing every conversation, laugh, and smile they shared. The times they spent exploring Hyrule, the shared amusement when Revali said something crass, and when they starved off sleep to count the stars.

If they survived everything and he didn’t remember her… she feared she might break. But it was either that… or lose him forever.

Her green eyes caught on a patch of grass not far off from where Zelda held her knight in her arms. A silent princess stood tall despite the sheer chaos and gloom Hyrule Field had endured. Beside it, a couple of purplish blue flowers swayed with the breeze.

Forget-me-nots.

Zelda had read about those. The flower signified many things which made it quite the popular gift amongst lovers. It meant true love. Loyalty and hope.

Resilience.

Remembrance.

She stared at the petals for a moment more before returning her gaze to her knight.

That had to be a sign.

Even if he did forget, there was a chance he wouldn’t. She had to give him that chance.

”PRINCESS!” Zelda gasped as her head snapped to the voice. Two sheikah warriors sprinted toward her before stopping just feet away from her and Link.

Her eyebrows furrowed and a strong sense of determination overtook her. ”Take Link to the Shrine of Resurrection, if we don’t get him there immediately we are going to lose him forever. Is that clear?!” They both nodded. “So make haste and go. His life is now in your hands.”

The sheikah guards both gave their princess one last nod before they carried Link away.

Zelda forced herself to look away as she pushed herself to her feet. The Master Sword was still glowing faintly, diminishing as Zelda wrapped her fingers around the handle. She lifted her eyes to stare up at the malice encircling the spires of her home. As if on cue, the beast emerged from the center. He glided through the air, his malice further poisoning everything it touched. He seemed to be laughing at her.

Taunting her.

Her eyebrows furrowed. That thing took her friends and the man she loved. She wouldn’t allow him to win. To take over her home and destroy everything she loved about it without a fight.

She glanced back to where the guards had taken Link. A surge of warmth flooded her chest as she took a deep breath.

Hope and courage. Two feelings she hadn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

She’d do her part to hold off the Calamity until Link could reunite with her and they would end this once and for all.

He would remember.

She had to hold onto that.

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Okay, now that I have finished 4.16 "On The Head of A Pin", it's time for a Uriel post, because Uriel makes a whole lot of sense and I don't think he gets enough credit for it.

Supernatural starts out introducing us to only three angels: Cas, Uriel, and Anna. And all of them are feeling or have felt the effects of heaven's iron fist—heaven's desire to control their lives, their thoughts, and all of their actions. Anna has already rebelled and fallen, and Cas AND Uriel are having serious doubts—doubts they are afraid to really speak to each other about candidly. We see this starting in 4.07.

In 4.07 "It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester", Uriel and Cas were given orders to tell Dean to leave so they could smite the town and keep the seal from being broken by Samhain's rise. However, their true orders were not to intervene or force Dean to leave. If Dean refused to leave town or wanted to follow another path, they had orders to stand by and watch it happen.

Cas is ultimately pretty okay with this, because he had severe reservations about smiting the town and was troubled to think that could truly be heaven's will. He prayed that Dean would choose to save the town, but he's also aware of the "ends justify the means" angle, and thinks maybe he can't see the full picture and god can, so he can kind of... see both sides and maybe how all those lives were worth the seal from another perspective. This whole thing leaves him troubled... but Uriel is far more troubled.

Uriel thinks they should have wiped the town off the map, and he makes his resentment very clear—calls humans "Savages, just plumbing on two legs". He is certain that Dean will fail, and they will lose this seal, because humans are weak and stupid. And Sam and Dean do end up failing to prevent Samhain's rise—so his perspective is reinforced. He's angry that he's at the mercy of a human—someone he doesn't respect—and heaven is just letting this happen. He's furious about these orders that simply make no sense... but he can't talk to anyone about it—not even really Cas. When Uriel starts bad-mouthing humans, Cas warns him that he's close to blasphemy... and then Uriel actually suggests that they defy their orders. We know from Anna that this is an offense punishable by DEATH. What Uriel's suggesting is a HUGE deal. It's dangerous to even say it out loud.

The thing is, I don't think that Uriel is actually working for Lucifer yet in 4.07. In fact, we know he isn't working for Lucifer yet in 4.07 because he's very clear that he wants to prevent the seal being broken at all costs—to the point he's considering disobedience! I think Uriel deciding to work to free Lucifer is something that happens between 4.10 "Heaven and Hell" and 4.16 "On The Head of A Pin", as Uriel wrestles with his doubt in god and heaven with no one he can truly confide in without risking literal death.

CASTIEL: And any rate, it’s out of our hands. URIEL: It doesn’t have to be. CASTIEL: And what would you suggest? URIEL: That we drag Dean Winchester out of here and then we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map. CASTIEL: You know our true orders. Are you prepared to disobey?

Cas's words are as good as a threat—and Uriel recognizes them as such. He stares at Cas and goes silent, scared to say another word at the risk that Cas will report him or try to smite him.

I think Uriel is aware that Cas also has doubts and confusion about their orders, and that's why he hopes and tries to confide in Cas about his frustrations in 4.07—but the big difference between Uriel and Cas is that Uriel resents humanity like Lucifer did, while Cas loves humanity. Cas calls humanity "works of art" at the end of this episode, and their placement in the park in this scene, and later, Cas and Dean's placement in the park at the end of the episode—is a nod to the comfort that Cas—like Dean—receives from knowing these humans are alive because Dean refused to leave—whether they lost the seal or not! So Cas isn't going to be budged on this. Uriel is suggesting they disobey in a way that Cas wouldn't choose even if he was willing to consider disobedience to heaven at this point (which he isn't—he won't start considering disobeying until 4.16).

There's a fascinating deleted scene (deleted scene 2 here) in 4.10 where Uriel again vents his frustrations with heaven's bizarre orders to Cas. Once again, things haven't gone their way, and Uriel thinks Sam is responsible for part of it. But Cas says the order's come down from heaven that they aren't allowed to touch Sam—and then Uriel says he'll kill Ruby at least—only for Cas to say they aren't allowed to harm her either. Uriel is furious, and again Cas proves to be a very dangerous person to confide in:

URIEL You're joking! CASTIEL I don't joke. URIEL You mean we can't hunt a demon?! What's going on up there?! CASTIEL Clearly, they feel she has a part to play. URIEL It's crap. It's crap! And, you-- Forget about it! CASTIEL You are proposing disobedience. Like Anna. You know what I'll have to do.

Why is heaven defending demons? Why is heaven leaving the choice on how to handle breaking seals in the hand of a defiant human with no sense of the big picture? Uriel enjoyed getting a chance to wail on Dean in 4.10. He said he'd enjoy it—partly because of Dean's defiant attitude, but I also I think because Dean represents that first broken seal—he represents humanity's weakness (Uriel hates Dean for breaking—we know this from the end of 4.07 when he tells Sam he can knock Dean down a peg by asking him about Hell). He is no righteous man—Uriel doesn't believe in him for an instant. Heaven's orders are cryptic and confusing which already gives Uriel doubts in heaven's competence... but even worse, Dean's defiance reinforces that Heaven is the losing side here. They aren't going to stop the seals from breaking—not if this is their righteous man... someone who can't even follow orders—the one thing Heaven demands above all. If Uriel showed a fourth of the defiance Dean did, he'd be killed on the spot, but this human gets to mouth off to Uriel and there are no consequences.

So sometime between 4.10 and 4.16, Uriel begins disobeying. Uriel hates Dean—that's been made clear many times. But in 4.16, suddenly, Uriel responds to Dean's defiance toward heaven's orders with a laugh instead of threats and anger. He says,

Ah, this one just won't quit, will he? I think I'm starting to like you, boy.

Why the turn around on his feelings about Dean? Because between 4.10 and 4.16, Uriel started acting on his doubts and encouraging other angels to join him in disobedience. He started working to free Lucifer... so now, when he looks at Dean's defiance, he feels a kinship—he allows himself to feel recognition of his own resentment toward heaven—his own defiance of heaven's senseless orders. That certainly doesn't mean he likes Dean now (he's still plotting to kill him—now for the purposes of freeing Lucifer) but the defiance that infuriated him before is now... validating.

URIEL Not murders, Castiel. No. My work is conversion. How long have we waited here? How long have we played this game by rules that make no sense? CASTIEL It is our father's world, Uriel. URIEL Our father? He stopped being that, if he ever was, the moment he created them. Humanity, his favorites. This whining, puking larva.

Uriel hates humans, and he remembers Lucifer as someone who stood up to heaven.

URIEL You do remember him? How strong he was? How beautiful? And he didn't bow to humanity. He was punished for defending us. Now, if you want to believe in something, Cas, believe in him.

Uriel didn't really want to kill the other angels? He doesn't want to kill Cas in 4.16 either. He killed the angels who wouldn't join him because if he didn't, they'd reveal his disobedience and he'd be killed.

So through Anna, and Cas, and Uriel—we see the impact of heaven's senseless orders and brainwashing—the effects of the cult-like environment they're in and how each one doubts, and then eventually rebels. Anna rebels first, then Uriel... and next will be Cas. And what's interesting, is that in 4.16, Cas straight up tells Anna that he's considering disobedience, and then begs her to tell him what to do. I mentioned before that a part of Cas (in season 4) finds comfort in choices being out of his hands when he has doubts. Anna tells him to think for himself. But then right after that, Uriel asks Cas to join him... and Cas won't even consider it. So why? Cas is terrified to fall, but he's starting to think maybe he has to, and then Uriel gave him an opportunity and he said "no"—and he said no because, just like we saw in 4.07, Cas is in love with humanity. He could never align himself with Uriel and Lucifer, because they hate the humans Cas loves. In season 4, Cas's understanding of his love for humanity is primitive—he associates it with his love for god, as if he loves humanity only because they're his father's creations. He reiterates this sort of framing when Uriel is pummeling him in 4.16.

CASTIEL You can't win, Uriel. I still serve God. URIEL You haven't even met the man. There is no will. No wrath. No God.

Uriel is right about god—but then Anna steps up behind him and stabs him through the throat—and says:

ANNA Maybe. Or maybe not. But there's still me.

Anna, the angel who fell to earth and became human—tells us "there is still me". Anna—who, like Cas, is in love with humanity. There is no god, but there are still angels in love with humanity.

[marshmallowprotection]

How would the Saerans react if they weren’t feeling well and MC gave them a plushie that MC usually holds when they’re sick or in pain?

Ray would feel honored. You're going to share your most important possession with him? He understands the weight of you doing that. It's not easy to share something that brings you comfort, but if you're willing to do that with somebody you love, that means you trust them more than anything to take care of what you love.

It also means you care enough about them to share what you do when you feel blue. 

It isn't the kind of thing he takes lightly. He wants to feel special to you how much is as much as you feel special to him, so even having the chance to hear you say that would make him feel better, much less actually getting to hold your plushie. 

He would tenderly hold it against his heart and stare at you, as tears burned in the corners of his eyes. Words would be beyond him and yet he would try to force himself to say as much as he could to let you know how much it means to him to be somebody who you care about even if he can't always believe it. 

"Are you sure you want to give this to me, my flower? I wouldn't want to keep your favorite possession away from you, even if you told me it was okay to hold on to it... but as long as I'm here with you... I hope its okay to comfort myself this way..."

Suit Saeran, in all likelihood, would've had your plushie if he knew to take it away from you at the start.

That is to say, it would be easy for him to take something away from you that means the world to you to show you that he's not a good person. He wants you to be terrified of him and what better way to do that than to take something from you?

Now, you might have a legitimate fear that he may throw it away or destroy it, but that's not what he would do in the slightest. For some reason, even if he told you he was going to get rid of it, he wouldn't be able to do that. It's the same reason why he can't always follow through on what he says he's going to do. He'll tell you one thing but then he ends up running away before the worst can happen. 

If he managed to get his hands on it, it would stay with him in the security room.

It would sit at his desk and stare at him mockingly. This toy would remind him of you and any reminder of you when he's working brings him to his knees and makes him question everything he thinks he knows about paradise. Staring at it would make him feel guilty for everything he's done to you. This toy is a reminder of the fact that you're an innocent person and he shouldn't be hurting you for being kind to Ray… and him… even if they don’t deserve it. 

Imagine, if you will, that he brings it back with him when he comes to apologize. You know he's afraid of touching you, but with a gentle smile on your face, you tell him to hold tight to your plushie as if you were hugging him, too. It may not be the same, it may not make the pain go away, but for a brief moment, he would understand what it felt like to be loved. 

GE Saeran knows about your comfort plushie because he can remember how you held onto it the night the two of you shared in the cabin.

It clearly makes you feel better, and even if he understands that it's a placebo effect, that doesn't matter. What matters is that it makes you feel better. He never considered that it would be able to do the same thing for him, after all, he's been sick for a very long time and even as he's learning how to build up his strength, it doesn't change the fact that his immune system is still shot.

He has good days and bad days. It's nice to know that you're with him on those days, because even just laying at your side makes the worst bout of nausea go away. 

At least, in theory. For the most part, whenever he has those bad days, the best he can do is drape his head across your lap and pray that it'll feel better soon. If you were to help him lay on his side and place a plushie in his arms, he would stare at it for the longest time before quietly wrapping his arms around it. Words may not come easy to him when he feels sick, but you can tell how relieved he feels when he stares at you through bleary eyes. 

Keep in mind that this is going to make him want to search for his own plushie so he doesn't have to bother yours. It's nice to be able to share but this is your special friend, and maybe he needs to find his own for whenever he feels bad. Because there's always that chance that you both end up sick on the same day, and he wouldn't want to take something away from you like that.

Unless, of course, you suggest holding each other with the plushie in the middle. 

Unknown wouldn't seen no purpose in taking your toy away as long as it didn't get in the way of your work.

He took you on a whim after all so whatever came with you into Paradise will stay with you. Well, you won't be able to keep your cell phone unless he can modify it to make sure you can't contact the outside world but other than that, anything you had on your person isn't something he's going to bother with. There's no point in taking things away from you since you seem so willing to work with him.

It just isn't worth his time to try and incentivize you through fear. He was tortured through fear and as easy as it would be to dangle a toy over your head, it's not worth his time. That doesn't mean he wouldn't do it, but it just means he wouldn't bother doing it at first.

If at some point you focus on your comfort items instead of doing your work, that might change his tune a little bit, but you don't have to worry about anything getting destroyed because of him. 

He isn't the type to accept comfort from anybody, but if you happen to catch him after a particularly bad cleansing, you might just be able to convince him. It's not often he's given so much elixir that he doesn't know what to do with himself since he is more or less immune to most cleansing at the time you join him. But, that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. 

Worst comes to worst, in his delirium and feverish state, he ends up taking what you offered. It won't register until way later that the thing that brought him comfort when he felt at his worst was something he allowed you to keep. He will never admit to it, but it's worth saying that you helped him discover a new texture he likes. 

SE Saeran doesn't understand how a toy can help you feel better but he didn't grow up with anything to comfort him until Saeyoung could bring things home from church.

He's not going to complain when you have a bad day and the only thing that makes you feel better is a stuffed animal. Everybody has their own way of dealing with their problems, yours just happens to be one that he's not accustomed to. It's not that he has any room to talk because he doesn't particularly do anything when he feels bad.

He just shuts down and goes into his room where he can sit in the dark for a while until the dread goes away. 

It doesn't always go away. Seemingly, the feeling is perpetually there and there's nothing he can do about it. The frequency and intensity differ from day to day. But, he's not unwilling to try something different for a change if you are the one to offer the suggestion. You happen to be one of the only people he can trust, and if you tell him he should do something to feel better, he might just do it. 

Honestly, the best way to suggest this to him is to sit next to him and place the plushie between the two of you. He likely won't be able to bring himself to do the same thing that you do, but imagine you both hold the hand of the plushie on either side of you. It's not much but that just might do the trick. Holding something special to you while it's also connected to you feels like a good thing. Even if it's hard to put those words into action. 

[thoselethalarts]

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝒽𝓁𝒾 ℋ𝑒𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓇 - 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

(SR) Ceremony Robes (Part 1): “Would You Be So Kind?”

(Mr. S’s Mystery Shop: Exterior)

Stahli: Thank you again, sir! Stahli: Okay, I think this should be enough materials… at least I hope it’s enough materials. Stahli: I can’t believe such a thing should happen, and so close to such an important event too…! I’ll need to work fast if I’m to get this done in time-

(Bump!)

Malleus: Hm?

Stahli: Ach-! Herr Malleus! Schönen abend, good evening. My apologies, I did not see you there!

Malleus: Good evening to you too, Heimer. Worry not, I’m not injured in any way. Malleus: Lovely evening though, is it not? I was just thinking of taking a nighttime stroll through campus to enjoy it.

Stahli: It is! Quite lovely, actually. I wish I could take a stroll and appreciate it too, but sadly I’m too busy to do so right now.

Malleus: Oh? Pray tell, what seems to be plaguing you? Malleus: Those bags in your hands are full of fabric and sewing materials… are you planning on some tailoring this evening?

Stahli: Something like that. Actually, there’s a bit of a story there…

(Flashback to earlier that day…)

(Pomefiore Dorm: Stahli’s Room)

Stahli: My fortune reading this morning… it was so full of bad luck and misfortune. Stahli: Unexpected people will come into our lives, people that should not be there. And there will be discord, like a blazing fire, erupting through the upcoming ceremony because of them. Stahli: Even the days leading up to it will be full of bad luck and misfortune. Things will not go as planned, and unexpected disasters will cause abrupt change in previously regular daily activities. Stahli: Well, my mother always told me, “The best way to combat poor luck is with good preparation.” I must do what I can to lessen the blow while I have the time to do so! Stahli: I could do a good luck ceremony, maybe burn some incense… Well, I suppose step one should be actually checking on my robes and making sure they’re alright.

(Stahli rifles through his closet to retrieve his robes)

Stahli: They don’t seem to have anything wrong with them on first glance. A little wrinkly perhaps, but I see no tears or any little holes that have been chewed through them by moths. Stahli: (Sniff sniff…) They smell a little musty from being in my closet, but that’s nothing a little airing out can’t fix. Stahli: Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I’ve actually worn these… I think I’ll try them on, just to make sure they still fit.

(Stahli shuffles around as he tries on the different pieces of his Ceremony Robes)

Stahli: Yay~! The top still fits! I must’ve been worrying over nothing then~ Stahli: Now for the pants… O-Oh. They’re… a little hard to get on, actually. Stahli: My big butt must’ve grown more this year than I thought it did, I can’t usually tell because I’m always wearing my uniform skirt��� Stahli: I think I can still make this fit though… I just need to pull them up a little more-

(Riiip!)

Stahli: Ach! Was war das? …Oh no!! One of my pant seams has ripped entirely up the side…! Stahli: Donnerwetter, poor luck indeed! I should have known better than to test the fates. Now what am I going to do…?

(Flash forward to the present…)

Malleus: I see… your robes were damaged while you were trying them on, and now you need to repair them. Malleus: Not only that, but you must also mend them to be slightly larger than they were before, so they may fit you more effectively.

Stahli: That’s correct. I thought I should collect these materials from the Mystery Shop before it got too late, so that is why I’m here. Stahli: I have everything I need to get started… almost.

Malleus: Almost? What are you missing?

Stahli: Well, the knowledge to do so! I’ve actually never done any sewing before in my life, save for mending a small hole in my jeans where I did not want one to be. Stahli: I need access to a sewing machine as well, and I don’t think Pomefiore has one. Stahli: I’m a little worried I’ll be able to get this done in time, to be honest. I only have about a week until I need these robes repaired and ready. If I try sewing them by hand, I fear I won’t have them done in time.

Malleus: Hm… Perhaps it was a stroke of good fortune that you stumbled into me this evening then. I happen to know a bit of mending, myself.

Stahli: R-Really?!

Malleus: Indeed. Spinning and tailoring are crafts well-taught in the Briar Valley, and the knowledge of which is passed down through generations to preserve it. Malleus: The imagery of the spinning wheel is associated with the Fairy of Thorns, so taking forth the craft is highly esteemed. Malleus: Fabric and clothing created in the Briar Valley is among the highest quality one could hope to obtain, as well, because of this.

Stahli: Oh, that is true! I didn’t think about that. What fascinating history~ Stahli: Herr Malleus, would you be so kind as to teach me some of your mending abilities?

Malleus: Oh? You’re asking me?

Stahli: If it’s not an inconvenience to you, of course! Stahli: Getting the chance to know a little more about the world-famous Malleus is such an honor to have~ Perhaps we could even be friends!

Malleus: Heh… hahahaha! You have such a bold spirit, Heimer. You dare to ask me for my assistance when most dare not to even look my way. Do you not fear being smote by lightning where you stand?

Stahli: Why would I ever be worried of that? I assume I can trust my fellow student, even if he is the next mighty king of his home nation! Stahli: Besides, death is not something I fear. It hasn’t been a worry of mine since I first glimpsed the Other Side~

Malleus: Hm~ I like your spirit, Heimer. It’s so rare to meet someone so pure and bravehearted. Malleus: Very well. I suppose I could teach you a little of what I know. It’s refreshing to have someone so willing to spend time with me of their own accord. Malleus: If you find yourself in Diasomnia tomorrow evening, call for me and I will teach you what you desire. Consider this my formal invitation to you.

Stahli: That sounds perfect! I’ll look forward to meeting with you soon~!

/ To be Continued…

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON | JOHN PRICE

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CHAPTER TWELVE

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Everything beautiful had to come to an end one day, the peace Jinx felt had to come to an end and it wasn't because of the stress through school or Herrera finally acting out for Jinx's miss. It practically wasn't the same thing she felt now, when she was going home with Hamilton like she always did only....

This time standing like a pillar of salt

She didn't expect to ever see him again

That she would see them

She felt like running away

She felt like screaming

But not to shout for the reason that she was glad to see them

And scream for help

Her muscles tensed and her red hair went into her face, she couldn't tie it up nicely so she hid her fringes under the black cap she always has and yet the unruly strands went into her face. She could only be glad that it was cold and the large hood adorning her head effectively masked her face.

At least partially

The same brown eyes that she could dream of which were almost black and yet brown flashes were there, skin that was tanned and yet dry and looked unhealthy. Black hair cut short with patterns on the sides, tattoos that were hidden under a warm winter jacket, tattoos depicting snakes for so long she prayed she wouldn't see it and yet....

She stands here

In front of her nightmare

The same tattoo that the man had on his neck, depicting a snake, she had on her arm, although she tried to get rid of it by cutting the skin, which did not help but left only nasty scars behind.

Cartel

Mexican cartel

Something she wanted to say goodbye to so long ago

Something she thought she had said goodbye to for good

The wrong path she had chosen now smiles at her and mocks her

And yet the people she used to work with are there in front of her, they haven't even noticed her yet. Or maybe they did, but didn't recognise after all she had changed over the last four years, maybe they still remember her as the little child she was when she joined them

Desperate

Lost

Lonely

- Jinx! - Cried Isolde, running up to the red-haired teenager falling into her arms to greet her as if she were a good friend or something more....

Jinx slightly confused did not reciprocate the hug, moving a piece away from Isolde she looked at her with a raised eyebrow - Something you wanted? - She asked with a raised eyebrow correcting her bag which she had thrown over one shoulder

- Have you forgotten? - Mocked Isolde, snorting under her breath at the dry amusement and sarcasm that should have escaped her lips and yet did not - We are doing a project for chemistry. Mrs Dorinson told us to - She reminded her

Jinx's lips parted gently and a quiet ,,oh." left her lips - Well, yes... Actually - she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, looking down at the ground. Hamilton waited for Jinx looking at her impatiently and yet he didn't enter into their conversation he waited patiently even though he didn't have the patience - But... That doesn't change the fact - The teenager started to say again looking at her taller friend who was smiling

- You are doing this project with me. So I'm going to you to do this project - Isolde proudly condemned herself and Jinx only tensed up

Going?

To her?

To Price's flat?

Where she hadn't talked to him about it before

And what should she do now?

Come to him to say , "Hey old man! My friend is coming over and all in all you have nothing to say?"

After all, he would chastise her for that, as for everything even if she behaves well. Still these people, the teenager's gaze lifted to look into the place of the dark alley, where she had seen before the people she used to work with and yet they were no longer there

They had disappeared

Jinx's muscles tensed again, she had a bad feeling as if something was about to happen and yet it wasn't happening yet. It was beyond her, she was tired, hungry and sick of seeing people for the moment - So what? - She asked Isolde and the hope in her eyes shrunk Jinx slightly

- Sure... - Jinx muttered - Come on, it's only dirty I have a room - she shrugged her shoulders unable to come up with an excuse. Because how do you explain living with a task force captain who isn't even her father and being in a programme rehabilitating 'bad' teenagers? Jinx waved her hand for Isolde to follow her at which the other teen started jumping in place excited to meet Jinx's family and where she lives

- It's actually a bit of a way to my house - said the taller teenage girl, Jinx only looked at her slightly puzzled

- Home? - She asked slightly puzzled, she thought Isolde lived far away. Maybe even on the other side of town, where there are a lot of rich houses or better flats

- Well, yes. - Said Isolde walking arm in arm with Jinx, Hamilton was a little behind. Even this the teenagers did not notice - I live a few blocks away, such a big yellow house - she shrugged her shoulders as if it was obvious

Because for her it was, but for Jinx no longer

Jinx merely let out a quiet , "oh" again and giggled awkwardly

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- Kate. 'The doctors say something different to what you claim,' defended the British accent as he looked at his laptop screen, on the other side of which sat a blonde woman with her bun tied just around her neck, smoking a cigarette and letting the smoke out through her mouth. Two pairs of blue eyes waged a war of glances as to who was right? Even if they are separated by thousands of kilometres they can still beat each other with their eyes

- 'I'm not going to let you go on a mission,' Kate continued, adamant in her decision even if the doctors allow Price to return to work she won't let him. She will give him as much paperwork as she can

And she won't be able to keep him at home for that long anyway

- Even more so if you're taking care of Jinx - She added after a while, pushing more noxious smoke into her mouth - As for Jinx... How is she doing? - Asked Laswell surprisingly the captain could sense a throbbing concern from her as if she wanted to hear good news, which Price didn't know if he had

- 'Don't change the subject Laswell,' muttered the Captain slightly annoyed because of his colleague, the doctors were saying one thing and Laswell was thinking another. This irritated the Captain as he was the one who wanted to establish the fact when he could return to the battlefield he wasn't even bothered about the pain in his leg he was used to the pain however the pain in his chest on prolonged exertion was causing.

- I'm not changing the subject - Kate replied with a shrug of her shoulders, leaning her back as she met the backrest of the chair which prevented her from moving further - I'm just curious - she shrugged her shoulders and shook the loose ash from the cigarette she was smoking

He was already about to reply when he was interrupted by the door opening, only to let the bitter air out through his nose and the smoke fly out of his nostrils as he took a longer drag on his cigar to calm his nerves and assuage his irritation. He merely shook his head and hung up on Kate - How was Jinx? - Called out Price, continuing to sit at the table without moving even an inch.

- 'Oh. 'It was great,' Jinx said as she walked into the living room, Price noticing how stiff her muscles were as if she'd done something. He raised his eyebrow high and looked at her appraisingly.

- Did you do something? - He asked quietly as if he was about to growl at her or chastise her for breathing badly, Jinx merely shook her head. When Isolde suddenly came out from behind the walls, Price raised his eyebrows even more strongly than he could

Was it even possible to be able to lift so high?

His blue eyes entwined with every fibre of Isolde's being as if he didn't understand what she was doing here - This is Isolde - Jinx introduced her friend by pointing at her and then at Price - Isolde this is Price he is my... - She paused looking for the appropriate

- Keeper - he explained, putting his cigar down on the ashtray he moved away from the table to stand comfortably on his feet. Jinx saw Isolde tense up and frowned as she saw Price's muscular stature - Pleased to meet you, I'm John - he greeted kindly with a smile, his face was smiling and his mouth was the complete opposite of how he treated Isolde when he met her now and when Jinx arrived

However, when Jinx arrived this one almost started setting the rules straight away, was more cutting and didn't smile

And for Isolda he did

It hurt

It hurt Jinx too much

She felt something in her chest

Like

As if she felt sorry, felt... jealous? She wanted this feeling for herself this feeling that Price had now passed on to Isolda. It's as if he immediately took over that familiar fatherly figure of his and passed it on to Isolde a Jinx?

- Isolde Pallastrid - Isolde replied pleasantly they both shook hands in greeting, Isolde also smiling confidently to make good first impressions.

She was supposed to walk like clockwork, like a programmed monkey that can do nothing more than tap its plates against each other making a silly plastic sound while doing a flip trying to please Price.

- Yes. 'Never mind,' Jinx replied quickly, taking Isolda's pale hand and pulling her towards the room where it was appropriate for her to live, 'We're going to do this project,' she replied dryly, hiding her anger so that no one would notice. Hiding it so that the Captain wouldn't even notice and for that it took a lot of acting that Jinx had to practice to perfection not only on the street and in the reformatory, but also here.

Maybe she had once had dreams of becoming an actress and maybe she had a talent for it. But she knew she would never become one, such was her fate. She would not change that

Entering her room, she almost immediately closed the door behind Isolde, who was now fascinated to see the empty room. Jinx hadn't changed a thing, since she had come to Price she hadn't given any poster to the wall, hadn't painted the wall. But so discreetly she didn't even do it and hid it, her room was dull but she rarely stayed in it

Because of the routine Price had dropped

She didn't even have time for herself

Was it tiring?

Yes, and how tiring

- 'Nice room,' Isolde remarked with a smile, Jinx only looked at her friend as if she were saying some sort of incantation awkwardly nodded her head. It's going to be a long day though, more than Jinx thought and she was already tired and wanted to rest her walker for a second

She wanted to close her eyes and fall asleep without worrying if she was getting out of her routine schedule or not

- yes... sure - muttered Jinx sitting down on the bed throwing her backpack under the bed frame so she could pull out the notebook and textbook she needed - what were we supposed to do? - asked Jinx quietly as she watched him recline in the chair by the desk also opening her backpack

- Were you not listening? - Pallastrid looked at Jinx with a raised eyebrow and the other teen only shook her head looking at her notes. She was right, she hadn't been paying attention in chemistry today... she was too tired to pay attention to the teacher and too busy drawing doodles all she could do was sigh slightly - I thought so - Isolde muttered - We're doing a project on the pollution that is facing our planet - she explained, fixing her clothes to make them smoother

Jinx's head was blank, she didn't even know what they had done in class she was tired she wanted to go to bed to rest for a while - Oh... Sure - she replied looking at her notebook again - So what's the idea? - She asked after a moment of awkward silence

- We'll write that Herrera is polluting the waters - Isolde explained satisfied with her idea combing her short brown hair and the blue strands of her fringes blended with her brown which was gently falling into dirty blonde, she smiled at Jinx and small dimples formed in her cheeks and small wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

- She what? - Startled Jinx her back found support against the wall as she sat on the soft mattress of the bed and her notebook was in her lap

- 'Her father runs this big factory by the lakes, the toxins from this factory fly into this lake,' explained Isolde unsatisfied with what she had discovered and more so made up. In Jinx's mind it sounded absurdly stupid, where did she get such thoughts? After all, this conjecture is as silly as if a hen had made it up

A dry chuckle left her lips she thought it was a joke, that Isolde was now not serious and was trying to make a fool of her

But she didn't laugh

Jinx's giggle broke off she grunted awkwardly

- Sure - she replied dryly still not believing - there is waste from every factory and where it is stored is none of our business and we have no influence on it - Jinx shrugged her shoulders

- We have an influence - Isolde argued - But we are too blind and stupid to take care of the planet now to protect it, and when - she interrupted her argument, she wanted to go on, but something stopped her

- Have you studied this water? Did you see it? - asked Jinx, she was completely unaware of where this factory was located and maybe she had passed it several times unknowingly

And so it was

The factory was on the way to her school, which was not in central London but just a bit outside central London in one of the less populated areas of all of London.

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All this time, since Isolde had been sitting in Jinx's room this one had been unable to concentrate. Her mind was working at a hundred miles an hour, constantly replaying in her head situations when she was still working with the cartel and all the hideous things she would do to survive.

If you don't have options you will grab at anything to survive

Everything

If she had said that to Isolde or Price would they have looked at her the same way?

Probably not, Price would have rebuked her and thrown her in a reformatory for life and Isolde would have rejected her from being friends

She felt alone at that moment

As if in all the darkness she was alone

And alone she had to fight it

The saying that the past would follow her like the most loyal dog was true though and Jinx mocked them so for their stupidity. And now she was sitting trying to do this essay when she was merely twirling the pen in her hand and her eyes were dead set on....

Not really sure where

She was too far away thoughtful to notice

She didn't even notice how Isolda's blue eyes were burning a hole in her soul - You're thinking," she replied dryly, a bit of her ego offended when another person laughed at her suspicions when she told about the contaminated water in the nearest lake

Jinx's eyes animatedly lifted to meet Isolde's gaze, appraising and puzzled by her behaviour - Are you alright? - she inquired, her gaze dropping to the sheet of paper in front of her as she wrote things down

- Uh... - Jinx couldn't get the words out she looked at her hands and then at the window, continuing to watch the world behind the bars. Further those fucking bars prevented her from escaping, she finally found a screwdriver for those bars but she didn't escape yet something was holding her back - Yes... I'm fine - she muttered after a moment of tense silence

She lowered her head to start anew jotting down things she should have written down earlier, but didn't through thoughtfulness - And yet you sit and stare dead in the corner of your bed - Isolda's eyebrows raised as she looked at her appraisingly

- Forgive me - muttered Jinx

- Why do you have bars on your windows? - asked Isolda curiously breaking the silence that had formed between them, Jinx raised her head again hearing her friend's question and then at the said bars

- Oh... - muttered Jinx not knowing how to answer - It's so that the pigeons don't sit on the windowsill - she lied, praying that she would believe her. And the lie fell out of her mouth so easily that she regretted having to do it. She had something else on her mind to worry about now, whether she had lied to Isolde again or not

And yet she was worried about

If she found out would he leave her?

Would she not be offended?

Does the cartel know that Jinx is on the loose?

She doesn't want to go back there and do all the things she did.

She wanted to live a normal life painting on the walls even if it was vandalism, she wanted peace and quiet. Was she asking for that much? She wanted to rest

She wanted to smile at the same time

I think she is asking too much though

[macawritesupdates]

Aww loved the latest prompt chapter so much I'm a big sucker for Yuuji naming a kid after his grandfather it gets me feeling all warm and fuzzy every time. I won't lie I think having an adorable little paradox child running through the timeline causing problems is karma for Sukuna, I hope all of his children are little rascals all their lives. May they all be even bigger brats than their daddy, and may they all have him wrapped around their little fingers. Sukuna telling the kids Yuuji took his other set of arms because he was bad is the funniest thing. I love the thought of him being kind of a silly dad with his kids 10/10. I grew up in a family with multiple speech language pathologists so unfortunately reading little Wasuke's sound substations sent me into multiple flash backs of my mother talking about how she thought my childhood sound substations were super cute but she was always praying that I'd get past them quickly because she specialized in helping the elderly and didn't know pediatric speech therapy techniques so she would have had to ask a colleague for help which would have been super embarrassing to her. Imagine the child of a speech therapist needing speech therapy (I did in fact grow out of the sound substations normally). See I probably spent way too long trying to remember my childhood lectures on speech development instead of focusing on the fluff, lol (side note speech therapists are trained to decide on the best course of action for their patients and stick to it and fight hard for what they think is best which has the fun side effect of making them super stubborn at times if you ever want entertainment get two of them to argue about something they do not back down (at least all the ones I know don't. I can't speak for all of them)). As you can probably guess I really liked the chapter but it sure brought up some memories ok enough reminiscing back to what you wrote. Gojo gets brownie points for being smart enough to ask little Wasuke people's names to figure out who his parents were good choice. Nobbie is an adorable nickname I'm so glad that she's clearly still good friends with Yuuji in the future 💖. Poor Megumi getting roasted huh you would think he'd have grown out of the need to summon at the drop of a hat but nope apparently he does it enough for it to be his defining feature in little Wasuke's eyes. I hope he uses his summons as free baby sitters, imagine the great general adapting vocal cords so it could sing baby shark to the kids (this may seem sweet but its actually an act of strategic psychology warfare against Sukuna by ensuring he'll never escape that song). At the very least, he could call up a bunch of bunnys for the children to run around with to tire them out a bit when they're being rowdy so he can put them down for a nap. Future Wasuke what a cutie is that poor boy trying to keep track of all his past paradoxes so he can go save himself that sounds like so much work good luck little guy. I won't lie time travel paradoxes break my brain a bit kinda glad this is just a one shot so I don't have to think about it too much 😅. Sukuna getting offended at the thought that he couldn't be a good dad was funny love that man. Man all Yuuji's friends handled the fact that he's going to have kids with Sukuna super well that's sweet. Yuuji now gets to tell future Wasuke that he loved him and thought he was adorable even before he was born ❤️💖💓💞💕❤️. Very nice thank you for writing and sharing with us 😀 😊 ☺️ 😄.

Glad you enjoyed! Have a few of these little family prompts to come through, so perhaps more little Wasuke in the future lol Time paradoxes use to confuse me until I realize you just have to complete the circle on them, aka making sure it all happens in the right sequences XD Older Wasuke is so desperate to keep track of it all... working double time!

It was a fun little write as it is fun to write family fics like this <3 makes me excited for when some of my long fics get to this point just for the fluff <3

Thank you so much for the long comments! I love reading them and really enjoyed getting all those little tidbits!< 3

[ayrtonswnna]

"did i ever hurt you?"

a/n: go easy on me that's literally my first post in this blog and english is not my first language. anyways feel free to request more things or just talk to me, promise im nice.

summary: in witch a simple play pulls reader's triggers and proves she has the best boyfriend she could ask for.

warnings: mentions of previous abusive relationship, edge of a panic attack, toxic ex boyfriend named ryan,mentions of physical hurt and pain, both very soft and cuties. actually gender neutral considering the taste for males. not proofread.

pairing: reader x chris sturniolo.

"oh- i know you didn't just take my phone..."

you giggle on the spot. your seven months relationship with chris brought some funny manias, one of them being taking each other's phone every now and then, mostly when the screen takes too much time and it almost doesn't feel like you guys are sharing a room

so you started the joke, took it from between his hands and ran into the other side of the room, waiting for him to come over and try to get the phone from you. that's the whole point, the pillow fights, the tickle-play and all the fooling around that usually happens.

it's finally nice to be around someone for so long, love is finally getting back to it's pretty colors.

but you still can't control some thoughts.

because chris stands up too fast, his intentionally mad face took the smile away from your face and turned you back into the girl you were before, as fast as you could blink.

somehow you're back at your parents house, alone with your older, handsome, hard-working boyfriend who everyone thought were everything you could ask for. we'll, he used to be. until he hits.

and it usually started like this. with large steps towards you, a serious grin on his face and some effect phrase that could put you in tears. god, the worst two years of your life.

all the work to hide the scars, the times you shared the room with his friends or family and hade to pretend to be the love of his life, like you weren't hurt.

and it all seemed to come back, chris couldn't guess, couldn't notice. he knew some shit about your past but you never felt like going deep with these things. it's past tense, it's gone shit. you're someone new.

so he wouldn't think yo were a bit off already when he approached, proceeding to hold you by the arms and throw you in bed, with all the care in the world and in a way that'd be just too funny in other situation. this would be the start of a play pretend fight that would end up in kisses.

but not now. your eyes water and your mouth runs dry, you even think you're shaking. chris' image seems a little blurry and even with the most caring, loving guy you ever known in front of you, you squint. try to disappear, defending yourself from something that would never happen in this bed.

"chris, please." you try to count your words, not to speak too much.

out of sudden all you had to do was hope for the best and pray it would end soon. that he wouldn't leave marks too obvious or hurt you too bad.

"oh, i'm sorry. did i- babe, did i hurt you? lemme see" his worried eyes are instantly inspecting you, rubbing your arms to make sure he didn't grab you too strong.

no way you were backing up. you asked yourself what you were doing, chris might be feeling terrible. you know he wouldn't do nothing to hurt you, ever. he's gentle with his words, why wouldn't he be with his hands?

your mind is quicker to snap back. well, ryan hit. why wouldn't chris? ryan would've made you regret ever thinking of taking the damn phone, he'd make you feel like you didn't deserve the air your breath.

"hey, y/n. chill, babe. what's going on?" in the best of the intentions, he tries to reach for you, seeing your troubled and watered eyes. you back up, try to stay away.

"just don't... please, just don't hurt me."

it slipped away from your lips before you could even think. no need to ask that, chris wouldn't.

so he's the one to back up, even leave the bed. he stands up and gives you some space, while your eyes watch his movements like he could snap at any moment. he raised his hands where you could see them.

it's clicking inside his mind. the not so often times you said something about your last relationship leaving you so afraid of being close to someone ever again, how it felt different with him.

how you never want to go back to your hometown, how it feels like hell to use smaller clothes around your own boyfriend. no sex with the lights on, no beach days. chris knew you, knew you enough to put two plus two together and understand why it is all happening.

"i wouldn't do that, ma. i'm fully incapable of ever hurting you" he says, with the softest of the voices. "i promise, ok? i will never raise my hand on you"

so you watch carefully as he sits down by the other side of the bed. your breath still felt shaky, you're crying now.

"i heard that before, i know i did" you confess, it almost hurts to leave your throat.

god, his heart wrenched. to ever think you were put in this situation made his blood grow too cold in his veins. to be that scared? to not even thinking on complaining or telling him not to grab you like that? if you didn't like, you could even fight him.

but no, you went full defense mode, scared like a kid.

"yeah, did i ever hurt you?" insists. you nod, denying. "you're my girl, how would i ever do something like that?"

you know he is trying his best, like... me knows how to work you through your anxiety attacks, he can take care of you in any circumstance. so maybe that's what he's doing. keeping the talk, making sure you were still here.

that's your boyfriend. your safe place. not someone you should be scare dog.

"you wanna come here?" he asks you, such a nice inviting voice.

no fear, no big red bright alarm shining on your head. it's ok to push you body until you're near chris and letting him put his arms about you. in fact, it's even a safe place to cry. so you do.

"i love you, y/n. i gotta care for you, not hurt you. i can't hurt you" he repeats, his fingers interlocking your soft locks and you war pressed against his chest. fast heartbeat. "good?"

"yup" you say, feeling good enough to put your arms against his waist. "i'm sorry, i- i know you wouldn't do nothing to me. i just-it all felt too weird. i'm sorry"

"i got you, ma" he kisses your head. "no need to say sorry, fine? you just gotta tell me what not to do! i ain't doing this petty play anymore!"

that's worried chris. just like when he found out you're allergic to peanut. all of a sudden he started checking for every food he'd bring home to make sure no peanut would be found.

"no! i like when we play like that." you let out a soft laugh, it warms him up and he could almost laugh too. "i really just don't know what gets to me"

"well, my lady... then let's see if you can give me my phone back, a man gotta work!"

[lotuslol]

How have you beeeeeen, Lotus?

They all asked me irl

I told them "fine" cuz it would be too complicated to say "I have been dealing with total mental annilation due to the stupid lack of sleep and food and plenty of stress.

I had the equivelant of file formatting in my head, but it's just losing quick access to many apps and some chunk of memory (I remembered the name Elrond in 3 or 2 days so.. Here you go) and and waiting for...about 8 months now for it to reload back, like a computer.

I have been having 2 nightmares about th3 devil taking over home computer and making all the buttons work unlike their functions and nothing wanted to work and I had no access to shut down the computer to start over and a circus played in the screen and it felt like the devil was laughing all the way.

SO this was exactly what happened to me! Total malfunction, and it took forever to heal because, as far as I understand, if you heal faster it will hurt (more than how it was already hurting) you can cope but your brain can't cope, some people who had dpdr reported getting suddenly better, and the overwhelming change made them come back to their original state.

It's a funny illness where healing also hurts like the illness but you know the healing is FAR better than the illness, so you keep hoping and praying for it.

...that's all I had, and it was effective.

I am still alive despite not being able to seel life for what it is for a long time.

It's weird, being disabled in a place where you normally can function, and it's inside and outside your head, a place I never knew that was a bigger part than what it was.

Have dealt with my head before, I had OCD, I know how thoughts can alter and challenge reality if you weren't aware enough, thank God of saint George I learned that knowledge is power over OCD

But I never knew you could break so bad in places you never knew could break, like your ability to understand and feel personal about reality, to feel who you are and be resilient and independant from life and capable to recieving it, to have thoughts and feelings with ease.

Dpdr is more than disconnection from reality and self, it's the loss of ability to comprehend them, and so you disconnect from them.

It's the closest I could have reached to dementia and I am glad I never lost memory, just lost the function to access to it.

I told my therapist that it's like losing muscle function and waiting for your muscles to return back.

It's actually more like loss of smell.

I got COVID back in 2021 (it was very mild, just some cold that disappeared soon and loss of sense of smell)

And it's weird how I had my sense of smell for 21 years, but due to its loss for a month and a half, I couldn't recall the smell off anything. I tried to remember how a strawberry tasted like and I couldn't despite eating strawberries for far longer than I lost my sense of smell.

Same with dpdr, you have been "you" for all of your life but losing access to comprehend life for a while makes it hard to "remember?? "

It's still confusing, really.

the loss is gradual actually but if you don't know the signs, you only notice it when you finally break.

My biggest aspects that held till the end before I broke were my identity as a female, my connection to the physical world and my creative artistic spirit.

I, for a while, felt what it means to be a little dysphoric of my gender and its awful.

All of this I had plus a personal abuser in my head, how delightful!

Not only my head felt empty on one side and I could barely JUST BARELY function, but I also had company in my head that told me everyday that I was making all this up and I can be normal.

This FINE company gaslit me into believing myself to be gay (I am straight), a male, having a penis ("yout clotris looks weird, shaped like a penis") , not being in pain despite being in pain.

I am sorry for the tmi but I have been living in this alive nightmare for a long time, and I need a void that potentially listens to shout into because this illness altered my comprehension of memory and prayer so bad I couldn't precieve the existence of saints lile I used to (my belief system y'all, don't go shitting on me, it was already painful, no need to be self-righteous now :) )

But it didn't alter my belief in God, so that was GOOD!!

If it wasn't for God, I would have lost myself a long time ago...if it wasn't for believing that all that I believed in still existed, I would have been lost.

I doubt there is anything more brutal than dpdr in life, you become disabled in the deepest places in yourself and you can't compensate it for anything, the only merciful fact about it that it's not final, it heals, and that was one of 2 thin threads I remain alive now.

[yueisyum]

Look Alike (teaser)

genre 🍾 idol au, strangers(kinda) to lovers,

pairings 🍸 Idol Jaemin x drunk idiot reader

Future warnings 🥃 mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, puking(not in detail) sexual tension to the MAX AND smut/⚠️ Oral sex (giving, and receiving) Penetration, Building Arousal, fat dick jaemin 😏. Use of nicknames, degrading, and praising. Secrets!!!!

Note: this is the longest fucking teaser in the word! My bad…. Anyway. Promise I will work on my other stories. They will get done…. One day. 😚

He needed to get out, he really really needed to get out, you wanna know why? Because he got a boner just from a girl grazing his hand at the cafe, it was stupid and he was embarrassed. He can’t remember the last time he had sex. THE na jaemin, having blue balls? Unheard of. I mean look at em.

Work has be unbearable, video after video, promotion after promotion. He hasn’t been in bed with another person in too long.

So that’s why he’s at a stupid club with his group. He usually doesn’t go, he hates the smell of alcohol and the thick air surrounding him, but he was hoping that maybe he could get back on his game. He knows he needs to be careful, he shouldn’t hook up with a fan, or someone who knows who he is. So when he walked into the bar and his eyes immediately landed on you, he prayed you didn’t listen to kpop. Prayed you didn’t know who he was yet.

He hasn’t found the courage to walk up to you yet. You were surrounded by your friends, who where also attractive, but not like you were. You were wearing this tight pencil dress, it hugged your body so perfectly. But he noticed that you didn’t seem to understand how attractive you look. Always drunkenly directing the guys that approach you to your friends.

Humble

Hot

It should not be this easy for him to be turned on. He’s off his game. He needed to relax, but found it hard when he saw you looking over at him. He froze, he didn’t know what to do, and to what he sees, neither did you. You sent a sweat smile his way, and you returned it, it was so beautiful, he thought that a girl like you didn’t belong in a club on a Friday night. He didn’t know what would have happened after if one of your friends, who’s wearing a vintage tennis bodycon dress, that almost matched yours, hadn’t handed you a drink. Bringing your attention away from him. But he was disappointed anyway.

This interaction did not go overlooked by his friends. “A smile? That’s it? Go over there you idiot!” Haechan who drags out the ‘it’ for a dramatic effect. Jaemin rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair. “Can’t”

“Why not?” Mark joins, pushing his drink to the side so he can lean over. “Ever guy that has went up to her has been redirected-“

“But she smiled at you” mark interrupts.

“I wouldn’t mind being redirected to one of her friends” haechan remarks, mark joins jaemin in rolling his eyes this time. “I’m going to get another drink, come with me” haechan ignores the boys reactions and gets up form the booth that are currently seated at. “Why me?” Jaemin complains. “Because we need to get you with a girl, one way or another tonight, and that’s not going to happen with you sitting here”

Jaemin thinks for a moment, before standing up with a groan and follows haechan to the bar, not noticing the pair of eyes that follows him.

Your eyes.

•••

“He’s cute!!” Yejun announces, drunk out of her mind. “That’s who you’ve been staring at all night?” She slumps her body into yours and you flick her forehead for being so loud. Almost missing due to the alcohol. “He looks like a idol that I like- all his friends do actually” you inform, tearing your eyes away from the blue haired boy at the bar. “A kpop idol?” Shihyun butts in. “Yeah”

“Wow! Kpop idols at a club!? No way!” Shihyun shoots up from her seat to look for the topic of the subject but fails “where? I wanna see a kpop idol!” She announces, you all quickly turn away when you see the two boys heads begin to turn towards your direction.

They must’ve heard her.

“They aren’t actually kpop idols they just look like them you idiot!” You scold, placing a hand on the side of your face to hide you embarrassed features. “Oh” the others are doing the same.

You really shouldn’t have decided to come tonight, you have mock trial tomorrow and a hang over isn’t going to help your performance. “You should talk to him.” Yejun is the first to put her hand down when she notices the boys look away. “And say what? I don’t want to hook up with anyone anyway” you laugh and take a sip of your drink. You really should stop but you need the alcohol to help you forget about your dramatically sad life.

“Why does it have to be a hookup? I know plenty of couples who’ve meet at a club. Or maybe that’s what you need y/n, a good hookup to set you straight!”

“I’ll set you straight if you don’t keep your voice down.” You say through your teeth and the girls giggle. “What group do they look like?” Chaewon finally enters the conversation, she pushes the strains of hair that stick to her face do to her dancing. Her short black hair still looked just as good as when you got there. “Nct” you answered

“Nct?”

“Nct, I don’t think thats really them, I’m just too drunk, but he definitely looks like na jaemin… or maybe I should stop drinking” you confirm, setting your drink to the side, which Shihyun gladly finished for you. “They are very talented, and that jaemin guy is my favorite, that’s probably why My brain is putting his face on him… or maybe they do just look alike” you add, not noticing the eyes that were on you.

His eyes.

Na Jaemin’s eyes.

•••

“She knows who I am…she knows it’s me” jaemin informs with the most disappointing tone. He placed his head down on the counter while waiting for haechans drink. “No, she thinks you look like him” haechan pays him on the back.

“You could still hook up with her, even if she did know who you were.”

“Stop talking haechan, I have a headache”

“And a boner” he teases, “you really need to go talk to her” Jaemin fights with everything in him not to punch the boy next to him. He turns his head on the counter to your direction. You were being dragged to the dance floor by a girl with short black hair.“I’m going to the bathroom.” He grumbles, before dragging himself off the counter.

“To get yourself off? Loser” haechan didn’t even bother keeping his voice down. Which is why Jaemin’s didn’t feel bad about elbowing him in the back with all his strength. He follows the signs to the bathrooms when he realizes they are locked. He sighs and leans himself up against the wall to wait for whoever is in there to come out. The club wasn’t dirty at all, that’s why he feels so comfortable there. But at any other club, he wouldn’t even think of touching the wall- let alone ues their bathrooms. He sits there for a moment wonder why no one is coming out.

Tired of waiting and taping his foot on the ground, he pushes himself off the wall and goes to knock at the door. The response didn’t come from the bathroom, nor did it come form a guy.

•••

“They closed the bathrooms inside” you inform the tall guy you had stumbled onto when looking for your phone charger. You knew this place fairly well, Chaewons older brother did own it after all.

You left Chaewon at the dance floor almost immediately, there was now way you would be able to dance without throwing up form the alcohol in your system. When he turns to you, and gives you and look up and down, taking in your features, you continue. “They want to avoid messy hook ups I guess, they used to happen all the time here” you laugh and he smiles. “Can’t blame them, there are some very attractive women here” you catch his eyes roaming your body again. But you don’t feel the need to cover up. In fact you want him to look at you for days.

Must be the alcohol, or maybe the fact that he looks like a fucking idol.

You cough after a moment too long of silence, the noise making his eyes snap back to yours. “The bathrooms out back are open, they are just as nice, promise” you inform. Your thumb pointing out the back door, toward the outside seating area.

Promise?

PROMISe!?

Where the hell did that come from?

“Promise? You seem to know this place well. And even promoting it.. do you work here?” He laughs and you join him. He smile was contagious. He has to be some kind of doppelganger. “No I don’t work here… but if I did, would this be considered being helpful?”

“Very” he smiles to you again, and even if your tried hiding it, you couldn’t, you smile back at him, uncontrollably. You two stand there for another moment…

This is awkward.

•••

This is awkward.

He thinks You can definitely see his boner… or maybe your too drunk? He’s hoping your too drunk. The way you carry yourself is so attractive to him. He’s only exchanged a couples words but he already likes your personality. “Thanks” he breaks the silence while making his way past you and towards the door. You respond with a nod and another beautiful smile. He can’t help the next words that leave him. “You’ll be here when I get back?” His hand is in the door, holding it open when you turn to him. “Will you give me a good review if I am?”

He chuckles softly and nods to your direction before walking off.

•••

HOLY SHIT

You really where going to stay and wait for him. It wouldn’t kill you to maybe see how it would go with him. You watching him make his way around the corner, following the signs. When you feel and cold hand on your wrist. You turn to see one of the nice guys you turned down earlier in the night. “Hey pretty, sorry to bother you but your kinda drooling” he tease. You bring your other hand to your mouth before realizing it was a joke. “Ha ha, very funny” he laughs and you join him.

He was pretty nice, when you turned him down, he didn’t pester you or offend you with the usually ‘you’re ugly as fuck anyways’. He just smiled and Said ‘I understand’

We all know that’s the bare minimum, but It felt nice to know guys weren’t so bad. His name was Jaeun? Or something.

“Are you looking for someone to dance with, while you wait on your little friend? Because if you are… I’m all yours.” He places his hands out to show off his body. You giggle and shake your head. “No actually I should stay here, he asked me to-“

“-What are you a dog? Your just going to follow his commands?” Your shocked to hear the voice coming from beside you. Must have been one of jaeun’s fiends. You turn to the other boy, his expression was cocky and his breathe definitely tells you he’s been drinking. “Maybe I am” you shrug and turn back to jaeun, who’s eyeing his friends. “Dude, could you go away?” He asks, motioning his hand towards the tables. The drink in his hand almost spilling with the movement. This is awkward and so unnecessary. But you can’t bring yourself to say anything. If you weren’t so drunk to stand on both feet evenly you would’ve told both of them to leave you alone With full confidence. But your feet keep shifting weight and your fingers wiggle with anxiousness.

“Why? She obviously isn’t planning on being with you tonight. Give it up dude” you let out a sigh and begin to back away quietly. “That has nothing to do with it- your making her uncomfortable” he argues, his hand now gesturing towards you. His drink spilling at the action. Getting on your arm. It wasn’t a big deal since your dress was sleeveless, but it still irritated you, because now your sticky and not in the way you wanted tonight. “I’m so sorry” he turns to you quickly taking a napkin from a nearby table to help you wipe of the Martini looking drink off if you.

“It’s fine- I’m going to run to the bathroom.” You lightly push him away, and he respectfully backs up. “I’ll com-“

“Hey” you turn around to face the back entry. You see the jaemin doppelganger at the door, his eyes look to the pair of guys behind you, before looking back at you with an ashamed smile. “I can’t find the bathrooms” he says. You almost giggle at his face.

Almost.

No, no you did.

You giggled.

•••

When he came from the bathroom to see two guys hovering over you, He was kinda upset, when he asked if you’d still be there when he got back. He kinda also meant alone. But as he got closer to the window filled door, he noticed uncomfortable you were. When he opens the door all he heard was.

“It’s fine- I’m going to run to the bathroom.”

He just got back from there… He looked at the guy who had his hands on your arm, he was about to say something jaemin would not like- not in the slightest.

“Hey”

When you turn to look at him. He saw your face light up almost immediately. He put on the best acting if his career.

“I can’t find the bathrooms”

when you giggle, he joins you.

“I’ll show you, I have to clean up anyway” you make your way up the steps and he moves to give you more space to get passed him in the doorway. Almost grazing his boner, he tried to hide while in the bathroom.

He follows you around the tables and you both walk shoulder to shoulder towards the bathroom. He wanted to hear you talk. Your voice was so angelic, and he wasn’t having the silence. “I heard your conversation earlier.” He lets out, looking to you. He tries to stop his fluttering heart when you look back to him. “The one about me being a dog?” You question

“What?” Maybe your too drunk.

“Nevermind, what conversation?”

“The one about nct..”

You pause your feet for a moment, he joins you. The muffled music in the background. “Oh… really?” You mumble under your breath.

“Really”

“You just look like an idol in nct” you let out an embarrassed breath and cover your face with your palms. His heart almost stopped and his head felt really light.

“Yeah? Who?”

“His name is jaemin.. you look like na jaemin”

Me nods at that. “Is that a compliment?” He questions. If only you knew.

“Have you seen him?!” You ask in a ‘of course’ tone. He can’t help but smile.

You laugh when he just watches you. “Yes it’s a complement.” You ensure with two pats to his chest. Then you turn back on your heal to continue walking. He follows, almost like a cartoon character when they smell food- floating towards the source of the amazing smell. You were intoxicating. “I’m glad I meet your standards”

He almost knocks onto you when stop dead in your tracks. “I think I’m gonna puke” his smile drops. “Sorry, was that to much?” He asks walking around you to find your eyes. “What? No not that, I think it’s the alcohol” you choke out and turn around, facing away from him. “What are you doing” he laughs at the action. “Don’t want a cute guys first impression of me to be me puking” His laugh only grows the more you talk.

“Dont worry this diffidently isn’t my first impression of you” He turns his head towards the bathroom he just came from. “Here use the bathroom, I’ll hold you hair back” he reassures you by placing a hand to you back, trying to guid you to the door. “Did you not hear what I just said?” You turn around with the cutest expression he thinks he’s ever seen. Your eyebrows scrunched together, and you lips are unintentionally place in a pout. “Your cute” he says holding into your arms. “Here, relax. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.” He instructs, following along with his own advice to help you.

“I feel stupid.” You argue but follow Anyway.

•••

This is so embarrassing, you meet a cute, funny, nice guy- and your about to throw up on his nice weird t-shirt. You thought about it before, the blue hair and the orange in his shirt should clash but it doesn’t, he looks good-

“I feel stupid” you argue before matching his breath. After a while you feel the tickle in your stomach begin to die down. You lose train of thought while staring at him. His smile grows through breaths and he ends up laughing. You follow none the less. “You good?” He asks removing his hands from your shoulders. You almost whined- but you didn’t! Your head did feel light though, and your knees buckled every so often because of your loss of balance.

“Yes sir” you announce with a thumbs up. “Good… so if I were to be working here, you would say I was helpful?” He jokes. You smile at the reference to your previous conversation and roll your eyes. “If you worked here I would give you the best yelp review.”

He raises his eyebrows in shock “the best?!” His smile grows, Placing his hand to his chest. “Is it because I look like you celebrity boyfriend?”

You gently slap his shoulder. “Stop bringing that up!” You demand, you almost started to regret hitting him- considering you two just met, it would be word to just slap him. But he didn’t seem to mind. Gently rubbing the spot with a laugh he can’t seems to stop. You watch him with a smile while you legs continue to wobble. He notices and stops his expression all together. His body stands up straight and his eyes watch your legs then your eyes. “Are you okay? Do you wanna sit down?”

He doesn’t wait for your Response before looking for the nearest bench. “I’m good, just drunk” you try to relax him.

“Your about to fall-“

“-Fall in love” you wink at him, and he tries not to laugh at your drunken state. “Can you walk?” He asks.

“Of course I can walk- Mr customer service” you shew him away with your hand before talking a step towards the bench tm he’s gesturing to.

•••

He moves to catch you immediately after you trip over your own feet. Your back is pressed up into his chest, his body warmth is making your body relax into him. You can’t control it. “Sorry, unlucky start” he hears you insist,. it’s unbelievable; the amount of times you’ve made him laugh tonight. And he can’t tell if it’s because your actually funny or if he just really likes you.

He slightly bends down to wrap an arm behind your thighs, and the other around your upper back. “I better be getting tipped for this-“ he mumbles before lifting you up bridle style. You yelp, crossing your arms around his neck in shock. Though the rest of your body is too week to react. “Your very strong” he hears you breath out against his neck. His spine shivers at the feeling of your lips grazing his neck. “Yeah?”

He can almost feel the regret radiating off of you. Your shy.

It’s cute.

“This is RidicuLOUS” you try to complain but let out the last but when he sits down, with you still in his arms. “What are you doing?” You ask him, you let go of his neck and try to shimming off if him lap. Little do you know, you are absolutely teasing the hell out if him. “Trying to be a gentleman” he manages to let out without groaning when your bum lands in the bench next to him. Your thighs laying in his lap now. “Chivalry isn’t dead” you smile at him and he smiles back, placing a hand in your upper leg. He watches you eye him for a moment. Sharing a moment of comfortable silence.

“So where do you work?” You ask him. Your eyes are definitely checking him out, but he doesn’t mind at all. “I work in… entertainment. you?” He tries his best to dodge your question. “I’m in college… but I do dance for work” you answer, your words are slurred but he can understand you. “What is your major?”

He watches you think for a second, as if you forgot. “Law” he raises his eyebrows. “What college?”

“NCIT” you answer with a shy smile.

NCIT … WOW

…

You feel like maybe your over sharing to a total stranger, but honestly you don’t mind too much.

You two continue to make small talk about college and your family or friends. You share a lot, including your financial situation. He doesn’t seem to judge you at all when you tell him your struggling with money. He was just understanding and respectful. And made you feel safe. And a little giddy.

“How come we aren’t talking about you?” You question, tilting your head at him.

“I prefer to listen” he says simply, not giving it another thought. “So where are you living now?” He asks. You feel like your telling him everything, yet you know nothing about him. “This is unfair” you ignore his previous question to complain and he furrows his eyebrows. “Huh? What do you mean?”

You can tell he has stuff to say, you can see it in his face. He has stories to tell.

“I want to know more about you. What are your hobbies?” You ask him this time. It’s not too dark where you two are seated. The bench sitting under small fairy lights that wrap around the back seating area. His face looks so beautiful under the light. His face is looking up towards the night sky in thought.

“I like photography…” he shrugs. His eyes not finding yours. Instead they are stationed on your calf. Watching his finders squeeze at your skin. “That’s really cool! What do you usually take photos of?” You lean your body against the bench and wall beside you. “My friends, landscapes, anything really. That’s not important I like hearing you talk” He continues to pick at your skin.

“Well I like hearing you talk” you argue. He finally looks back to you. Your cross your arms to exaggerate and He smiles. His hand coming up to tuck a few strains of hair behind your ears. And you almost fall off if the bench. You look away from him quickly. Desperately trying to find a new subject. “Why don’t you drink?” You wondered if that was a weird question to ask, but you did notice that he haven’t ordered a drink when he was at the counter with his other friend- who definitely resembled haechan- and he didn’t seem drunk at all.

•••

The question caught him off guard, he was distracted by your eyes, Your lips, your cute nose, your bare neck. You were so perfect, physically and emotionally. He really wouldn’t the able to stop thinking about you. “I hate the smell and the taste of it.” He makes a face with thats statement, hoping to earn a laugh from you. Instead you cover your mouth. “Can you smell my breath!? Is it bad!? I swear I wasn’t drinking that much” he hears in a muffled tone. He laughs. “I’ve been all up in your face- talking- this whole time and you could smell my breath!?” You continue while leaning back. Laying down on the bench with your back pressed down against the wood. Your hands still covering your face. “No, your breathe doesn’t smell like beer at least- I mean you don’t smell bad” you tries to explain but he can’t help but laugh.

“I think I have a mint in my bag, but it’s inside-“ you start. Trying to move your legs off of him, but he tightens the grin on your legs. Your turn back to him. “-Said it’s fine princess” he demands, you just look at him. Probably Unsure on how to react to the action or the nickname. He did NOT want you to leave him, not yet.

He manoeuvres your body back to his, this time moving so your thighs are on his. And you allow him to do so.

“My breath probably smells like fried chicken anyway.” He laughs and you finally join him. Calming himself at the sound of your laugh. “As long as we both have bad breath, I guess it’s fair” you two continue to laugh for another moment. Before falling back to silence.

“You really do look like him…” you comment after hugging yourself due to the cold. He mentally curses at that reminder.

I AM HIM…

PLEASE DONT REALIZE ITS ME

WOULD IT BE THAT BAD IF YOU DID

WOULD YOU CARE?

WOULD I CARE?

“Do I? Would you still be talking to me if I was him” he begins to rub his hand over the skin in your leg. The act warming you down form the coldness outside. He watched you lean your head on the arm you have prompt up against the benches back. “Talking to you?… yes. Thinking about sleeping with you?… no”

He paused his movements

“Your thinking about sleeping with me?”

That’s not what he’s worried about right now. Why wouldn’t you sleep with him…? Or na jaemin at least.

“Is that okay?” You ask. Lifting your head up as if anticipating his response. He looks aways to think about it. “Well… why wouldn’t you sleep with my look alike?” He asks, hoping to get you to change your mind.

“It would be weird for him to sleep with a fan.. you know? I’ve heard idols do that a lot, there’s nothing wrong with it… I just don’t want to be a one night thing- and then forgotten”

He could never forget you. And you haven’t even had sex.

“You heard they do that a lot?”

These aren’t the questions he wants to be asking, but he shouldn’t give himself away too fast. He has to think about this, he needs to convince you to think about it differently.

“Well I’m a backup dancer for SM entertainment-“

“What!” He almost shot up in shock. He know you were a dancer.. but for His company!?

“Yeah… I’ve always heard about idols bringing fans to there dorm or hotel for the night. But I think I would feel really… weird to think and idol actually wanted to sleep with me ya know?”

“So you’ve danced with nct before?” He asks.

“No! Are you crazy?! As amazing as that would be. I could never.”

He thinks for a moment. He wishes he could be having a different conversation with you but this is getting interesting.

“Why not?”

“Well I’ve been assigned them a couple time but refused. They would probably feel uncomfortable to have a fan as a backup dancer don’t you think?”

“No”

“No?” you tilt your head to him and he smiles. He notices that you do that often and it’s cute. “I wouldn’t mind you being my backup dancer” biting his lip and wiggling his eyebrows with a smile.

You laugh, the sound of your giggles filling his ears. “That’s means so much, except your not them, I mean jaemin. He might feel differently” His smile drops.

Right

“What if I was though?” You think for a second. “I would think it’s sweat of you for saying that, but I would get to nervous to be around them anyway”

“Your not nervous around me, do I not have the same affect?” He jokes, selfishly continuing to rub at your leg. “Oh you do! You should feel my heart beat” you admit with a shy laugh. You feel stupid for allowing yourself to talk so freely with this random doppelganger guy. “Really? I’m making you nervous?” He rests he head on the wall behind the bench. Watching your eyes, then your lips- Your pretty lips that are stained from your drinks and plump from the bottles of alcohol. He swears his heart is beating ten times for then yours.

•••

You squirm under him when his hand travels up your leg to your thigh. “Mhm” you nod at his question, earring a smile from the man. “So what’s the difference? if I was really na jaemin… you still wouldn’t sleep with me?”

You look away from his eyes, you can feel your face burning- and we both know it’s not the alcohol. “Why do you care so much about him? Jaemin or not- I want to sleep with YOU” you mumble, it almost went unheard…

Almost.

•••

“I’m glad to hear that.” A fond smile shows on his face when you turn back to look at him.

He is so unbelievably hard right now. He could quiet literally pounce in your right now. But he can’t, he can’t scare you away. So instead he slowly leans towards you. His eyes finding your lips. And he almost connects them but stops. “Can I?” He asks, looking back up at you. Your eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes.

“Please” you whimper.

[snowblossomreads]

Not All That Bad

Summary: In where [Y/n] slips up in class and Professor Snape has no patience for students who can't follow directions. (Requested by Anon)

Pairing: Student Fem Reader & Severus Snape (Platonic!)

Warnings:  Mainly Bullying (name calling), Mentions of scratching self (not sure if this should be a warning but just in case)

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Hi! Bet you thought you've seen the last of me. An anon requested a story about our lovely professor standing up for an autistic reader who was being bullied which you can find that request here. I don't actually do requests because it takes me forever to write sometimes, but they caught me in one of my rare moods!

A/N+: Please note I'm also not autistic, so I did have to do some research and I hope that what I have in the story is okay. Do let me know if I should change something but other than that enjoy!

One of the things that [Y/n] found difficult to adapt to each year at Hogwarts was the ever-changing schedule that a student might find themselves trying to accommodate when they entered. 

First years had seven core subjects and flying lessons, which could be dropped in the second year if one was tired of going to the hospital wing almost every week. 

Then at the end of the second year, two additional classes needed to be added to their schedules for the next year. The only saving grace was that at least those additional classes were dealer’s choice and she was actually able to pick ones that were interesting to her. 

But also there were the N.E.W.T classes which determined if you could continue to study the same things for your O.W.L classes and it just made her skin prickle and sweat each time there was a schedule change.

The ever-rotating yearly schedule was just one thing though. The other was that of course, each day was a different schedule for the classes, two one day, three the next, one the next day maybe along with study hall and then the other three to finish out the week. 

This didn’t include any makeup work or labs that needed to be done outside of class nor the impromptu class gatherings or teacher's office hours she may have needed to attend to get answers to questions she didn’t get to ask. 

Granted, she 'didn’t get to ask' was an understatement when she barely spoke in class and did all she could in them to not get herself notice. She was successful most of the time but there were some times when she would blurt things out like answers or thoughts that were racing in her head.

Anyways, all of that to say it took forever for her to get comfortable with the frustratingly changing schedule and lack of structure that she felt almost every time a new school year started. 

Comfortable wasn’t the right word though, maybe accepting? Yeah accepting, granted comfortable could be the right word if she thought about it more, because in the end wasn’t it all just,

“Semantics!” 

Being too caught up in her wandering thoughts, she wasn’t able to catch the words that slipped from between her lips out into the open in a room of students who had been listening to their Potions Master talk about the history and effects of using Veritaserum.

In her moment of panic, her hands flew to her mouth finally realizing that she had indeed said that out loud and in the back of her mind she prayed that it was low enough that no one really heard.

Unfortunately for her, the spirit of Helga Hufflepuff, was not on her side today if she considered that the sound of Professor Snape instructing had been replaced with the noise of students' clothes rustling as they all turned in their chairs to look at her. 

Her fellow Hufflepuff partner even gave [Y/n] a wide-eyed alarmed stare at the sudden disruption as while it had happened before in other classes never had she slipped up in Potions. 

It was one of her best subjects due to how straightforward and precise she needed to be when working on a potion as one too many stirs counterclockwise or one drop too much of something could end with an exploding cauldron.  

Additionally, she appreciated the succinct manner in which Snape taught them, no frills, no open-ended answers, just facts explained in a way that gave no wiggle room for questions. It also gave her mind ease when she was able to see exact instructions on how to do things along with the charmed drawings of each step on the blackboard.

That was neither here nor there because at that point she felt all the eyes of the students and her professor on her. 

While mostly a class full of Hufflepuffs, there of course were some Slytherins present in the room, and while she knew there were some pleasant people in their house she unfortunately always seemed to run into the worst of the lot.  And that was no different here. 

Hushed whispers and snickers could be heard from some of the students while some of them didn’t care too much about being discreet as they hurled little insults at her. 

“There goes yelping [Y/n] again.”

One of them muttered to their partner who replied with an equally nasty response of, 

“She’s always doing that and the other professors just let her, it's so annoying.”

Both of them chuckled at that as other Slytherins began to chime in amongst themselves throwing jokes and not-so-thinly veiled insults.

“I mean what did you expect? They always put those people in the same house.”

“Bet she’s friends with Loony Lovegood with how weird they both are.”

With each statement, [Y/n]’s gaze that was glued to the desk intensified while her fingers had begun to scratch at her thighs mindlessly. Her lips quivered downward as she began to worry at them incessantly biting at the soft flesh and in turn peeling a bit of the skin off. 

She would have winced a little if she had noticed but all she could think about was each insult that was hurled at her.  

Having had always been the joke of classes even when she was a kid, she always summed it up as being because she was a witch and they didn’t understand her. But even in the wizarding world, there seemed to be no room for, as some of them put it, those people. 

“Silence.”

Hushed jeers and insults came to a halt the moment Snape spoke and so did her rampant thoughts. Still, her eyes didn’t leave the desktop because she could feel her classmates' piercing stares on her entire being and she refused to look up at them. 

The sound of approaching footsteps on the stone floor had replaced the jeers and when she felt the man looming beside her she allowed herself to look up at him but only long enough to find a neutral expression.

Seeing that was enough to calm her a little knowing that he wasn’t, or at least didn’t seem to be as angry as he could be at her. He was a hard man to read.

“Ms.[L/n],” he started, that baritone voice more leveled than what was expected considering her sudden outburst in class. That’s a good sign, right?  “Since I assume that you’re eager to tell the class about the known resistance methods that can be used against Veritaserum, please by all means enlighten us.”

As much as she wanted to answer him, because one she really wanted to show she did like his class and didn’t mean to disturb his lecture, and two she knew the answer to his question she just couldn’t bring herself to speak with all the eyes on her. 

She could feel his intense gaze on her just like the gazes of her fellow classmates and all she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and clench her fist against her thighs as if trying to will them all away.

One of the students saw this and he couldn’t help but let out a very audible exaggerated sigh before turning to his friends and saying out loud,

“Wow what a scaredy-cat. She can interrupt class with nonsense but gets quiet as soon as someone actually wants her to talk. Pathetic!" 

A deep sneer materialized on Snape's lips as the boy stopped and he spun around eyes glaring at the Slytherin who decided he was above his Head of House’s command.

“I said silence, Scalby!” He hissed out, the relaxed body demeanor he wore morphed for a second to something more intimidating as his eyes were squarely on the boy who froze in place from the vicious look. “10 points from Slytherin seeing as you can’t follow my instructions the first time!”

“But sir I’m in your house-!”

The boy's mouth and eyes flew wide open and so did some of his classmates before Snape curtly cut him off with a,

“And it will be 5 more points if you think just because you are in my own house that you are immune from repercussions.”

Professor Snape reprimanding and taking points away from his own house, in public of all places? Now that was new. And from the looks that the Slytherins were giving each other, they were as dumbfounded as the others in the room. 

Seeing that he had quelled them, he turned back around and adjusted his teaching robe a little before confusing the students even more when he suddenly got down on one knee beside where [Y/n] sat and gave her an expectant look.

“Now Ms.[L/n]?”

His question came again calm and low which soothed her a little and suppressed the utter storm that was in her brain. With one deep breath, she opened her eyes and leaned down to the side so that he could hear her and began to quietly spill her knowledge about the various methods that she had read about in various potions books that the library housed. 

Each sentence had him nodding in agreement as he found no fault in her statements and honestly he was a bit piqued about how she knew so much about the potion as it wasn’t something that was common considering how under lock and key it was. 

Her speech was so quiet though that even her partner had to lean in to hear so she was sure most of the other students just sat there as she whispered away.  

She was sure the professor would give them the summary version anyways. So when she finished up, her eyes immediately went back to her desk as Snape stood up from his position and he began to make his way back up to the front of the class as if nothing had happened. 

“You are correct Ms.[L/n],” he began up again as he let the enchanted chalk write down what he was saying, “there are indeed varying methods for thwarting the effects of Veritaserum but none are more effective than Occlumency or the taking of its antidote as you said. Very good.”

With that, he set about putting down instructions on how to make this brew while also not so vaguely hinting that he would be testing batches of the potion on them so they would be wise to pay attention. 

Feeling as if her world had finally stopped closing in on her along with getting a gentle nudge and smile from her partner, [Y/n] did her best to focus on the task at hand wanting to make sure she got exactly everything right for such a tricky brew. 

Time passed by quickly and before she knew it, class was ending and the students were being instructed on how to store their potions so that all the properties of the ingredients could settle. 

While she was usually the first one out of the class, today was a day of oddities as she told her partner not to worry and that she would take care of their potion. She didn’t question the ask and just gave [Y/n] a nod and a little thumbs up before packing and leaving.  

The classroom quickly became devoid of students as each group trickled out of the room, and when it was just her and a handful of students left, she slipped behind them in line and waited until it was her turn to store the potion as instructed.  

Checking the cauldron a few times before fiddling with it once more, she gave herself permission to leave the little storage room once she was satisfied with how the cauldron was placed.

Now it was time to actually do the thing she had meant to do seeing as the class had become empty with the exception of Professor Snape who was sitting at his desk scribbling and marking papers. 

It always took her time to build up the courage to talk to any of the teachers as there was always a little voice in the back of her head that would tell her they found her as annoying as some of the students.

She had actually blurted that question out to Professor McGonagall once during her office hours to both of their surprise. But that was quickly shot down with a sharp,

“Nonsense! I rather teach a hundred of you than one of the many baboons we have here Ms. [L/n]. You are a perfectly fine student.”

That little statement and the serious facial expression the older witch held when she said that made [Y/n] feel a bit better being able to see and hear this type of confirmation.

And so with that thought in mind, she found herself climbing up the few steps that separated his working area from the students’ desk and stood a bit off to the side. 

“Yes?” He drawled out quietly, acknowledging her presence yet not stopping to look up and continuing his work at an even pace.

She wrung her hands a bit as her gaze dropped down to the stone floor, the bit of courage she had slowly seeping out of her with each passing second. 

 “O-oh…um well..,” her voice was tiny as she kept her eyes trained on the floor, examining the patterns of the stones and the trails that were made by the spaces in between them. “Well, p-professor uhm it’s just…”  

Like always whenever she tried to speak, her brain and mouth would disconnect just like what was happening at that moment. And just like the trails that were on the floor, her words began to trail off and she found her fingers rubbing against the knuckles of one hand while trying to reorganize her mind. 

The scratching of his quill against the piece of parchment he had been working on stopped after a few moments of silence from both of them. 

“Ms.[L/n],” he spoke barely above a whisper as he set the quill down, his tone neutral, no hint of annoyance in it like so many others would have whenever she would struggle to find words like this. “While I find that you are quite a capable student, I would encourage you to speak freely.”

It seemed as if that was the push she needed as she slowly raised her head to meet her professor's stare.

“I just- I just wanted to say thank you for what happened during class that's it. I’ll g-go now.” 

The words were stuttered out, reflecting her nerves, and she was already turning on her heels so that she could make a mad dash out of the room before she was stopped in her tracks by her name being called.

“[Y/n].”

She didn’t turn around as she couldn’t trust herself to not squeeze her eyes shut at her professor's gaze, a bit terrified that it would be one of displeasure. The sound of her heart beating and blood rushing into her ears was palpable and somewhere in her mind, she wondered if it was audible.  

“Sir?”

Trembling lips were able to get out the one word as she waited for his response. It didn’t take long for it either and it left her a bit stunned as she processed his words.

“I trust that you know that there is nothing wrong with you and that I expect you to let Professor Sprout or myself know if any of the students are giving you trouble.”

“Professor?”

His title came out a little bit dumbfounded and she didn’t know what else to say as she tried to process what he was conveying. He didn’t give her that time though because classes would be starting again soon and he thought it wise to remind her but not without adding a few more unexpected words of encouragement

“As I said Ms.[L/n], you are a fine student. Now I would advise that you make your way to your next class, it wouldn't do well for you to be late.”   

That reminder seemed to kick her into her action as she turned to him to say a quick,

“Oh! you’re right, thank you, professor!”

Before making her way back to her desk, and quickly grabbing her already packed shoulder bag not even waiting to hear his response. [Y/n] dashed out of the room and up the many stairs that connected the dungeon back to the first floor ignoring her protesting legs at how fast she was moving. 

This was one of the few times she hadn’t been acutely aware of the amount of time that had passed she mused while she sprinted down the hall to her next class ignoring the looks that were being thrown at her. Yet even knowing that, she didn’t feel the agitation she usually would feel because the professor's words kept replaying in her head.

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

She had heard that line many times but rarely had she heard it said in that tone. A tone that conveyed a meaning of acceptance that she had some differences but they didn’t make her any less of a person. And she couldn’t help the way the sides of her lips curled upward a little. 

Professor Snape really wasn’t all that bad.

A/N: I hope this was alright anon! I know it wasn't the full request but I didn't know how to add it without it just feeling outplace. Other than that as usual let me know if yall liked it!

[opalesense]

How would the genshin Bois, zhongli, childe, diluc and kaeya react to a fem traveller stuck in a wall after a harsh battle, they'll help her get out right?...right?

a sight to behold

zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya & f!reader (NSFW-ish)

1.9k words • ~13 min. read

warnings: just a lot of teasing & dirty thoughts

notes: i was practically rubbing my hands together with evil intentions when i saw this request but i’ll spare the graphic details for another time, otherwise this will be extremely long!! also i wrote them separately here BUT i wouldn’t be opposed if someone requested them to be grouped together instead... anyway, i hope you enjoy this!! >:)

THE WIDELY FEARED PRIMO GEOVISHAP was certainly a sight to behold from above. You quickly understood why so many people often avoided interacting with this beast – it was intimidating even while it slept soundly, its loud snores echoing throughout the cavern despite being so far down. As you stood on the platform above its sleeping form, you studied its details, noticing the element it possessed and strategizing your combat plan quickly, thankful that you could manipulate an element that targetted its weakness. Once you made up your mind, you let out a huff as you took a leap of faith down, letting your glider save you at the last second before you could actually make contact with the ground.

 Your companion followed behind swiftly, the two of you moving gently around the walls of the cavern, careful not to wake the beast from its slumber. In a low whisper, you began to describe your strategy to your partner, but alas, the beast suddenly awoke and interrupted your planning with a ear splitting roar.

 Without a second thought, the two of you dashed to the creature, loosely following the details of the plan you had based on what you were able to say before you got interrupted. The battle was fine at first, but you soon realized how out of sync the two of you became as the fight progressed. Your elemental reactions were getting poorly timed, and it was difficult to keep an eye on each other’s movements with the beast constantly thrashing about and blocking communication.

 In normal circumstances, the two of you excelled in combat together without needing any other support. Maybe it was bad luck, or maybe you bit off more than you could chew this time, but you noticed you were getting knocked around easier than usual. Things were obviously not going your way and you had to think of a solution fast.

 But before you knew it, your distraction with your own thoughts got the best of you. One single swipe of the geovishap’s tail sent you flying across the cavern towards the opposite wall then tumbling on the ragged, rocky edges of floor, certainly leaving cuts and bruises for later. To make matters worse, one more aggressive roar from the beast shook the walls of cavern enough to send chunks of rock tumbling down towards your injured body. Unable to form coherent thoughts, you knew you didn’t have the strength to escape the avalanche. Instead, all you could do was lay there, helpless and bracing for impact, praying to the Archons that you can be saved.

zhongli

 Zhongli made quick work of the beast, using his shield to deliver an extremely effective counter attack and finishing it once and for all. The creature wailed in pain in its dying moments before disintegrating into dust. He expected to see your face on the other side but alas, you were nowhere to be seen.

 “[Y/N]?” his face tensed as he tried to think of where you could have disappeared to. As his eyes darted around the cavern, he immediately noticed a tiny speck of color amongst the rocks on the wall that resembled your clothing. He quickly sprinted towards you, lifting some of the boulders off of you effortlessly using his geo manipulation.

 He began to subconsciously slow down once he saw the way you were displayed in front of him. Your legs were propped up slightly from the rocks underneath you that caved in from the impact. The way your hips curved up caused your skirt to fold back onto you, leaving you completely exposed under his gaze.

 Ungodly thoughts began to race across Zhongli’s mind. He couldn’t help but slowly undress you in his mind, thinking about all the things he could do to you in this moment of vulnerability.

You poor thing... If only we were not in such a potential dire circumstance of life or death, what would stop me from keeping these rocks on top of you, grabbing those hips, and pressing myself against you? It would be the perfect opportunity to keep you still while I have my way with you... Perhaps I should check to see if you’re okay first, and maybe I can trap you with these rocks myself instead. Certainly I could even lift you in a better position for a better fit...

“Stay with me, [Y/N],” Zhongli snapped out of his fantasy and continued to lift the boulders off of you, wondering if he should really go through with his urges. “You will be okay...”

childe

 Childe had noticed you fly across the cavern in the corner of his eye, and watching you land on the floor at such a fierce impact only fueled him to keep fighting. In a fit of a rage and frustration, he summoned his dual blades and quickly turned the tides of the battle towards his favor. He didn’t even need to watch the beast die to know it was dead within seconds, and after his final blow he quickly dashed towards where you landed only to find out you had been crushed by more rocks.

 He let out another yell of frustration, grabbing the boulders one by one and pushing them off of you. “[Y/N]? Can you hear me?”

 “I’m fine, just get these off of me!” you managed to call out from underneath the pile. Relieved that you were alive and well, he managed to push most of the boulders off but hesitated once he got a good look at the way you were laid out in front of him.

 With your legs dangling off the edge of the pile, your ass was comedically exposed towards him, the rest of your upper half still trapped within the remains of the avalanche. Funnily enough, the hem of your skirt had even got trapped above your hips that you were completely exposed, causing Childe to grin evilly.

 “Well, well, well,” he slowly walked over to you and placed a gloved hand on your bare cheek, still slightly out of breath from the heavy lifting. He gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a gasp from you. “Is this my reward for helping you? If so, I’ll gladly take it now...”

 “Did you forget that I’m stuck? What if I’m badly injured?!”

 “In that case, I’m sure I can make all the pain go away and replace it with pleasure instead,” he gave one final squeeze and chuckled before walking away to grab another boulder. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding... But once you’re out, don’t expect all this help to come for free, you know.”

diluc

 Diluc watched you tumble across the floor with panicked eyes, immediately worrying about your safety but not letting that distract him from the task at hand. In the heat of the moment under the influence of rage and anxiety, he summoned his pyro manipulation to set his claymore ablaze and deliver multiple final blows to the creature, smashing its figure into bits. The beast cried in its final moments and when he was sure it was dead, he dropped his sword as he sprinted towards you.

 Pure panic settled in once he saw you had been crushed underneath the pile of rocks. He pushed himself to run faster, feeling tears form in the corners of his eyes but ignoring it. He didn’t want to lose you – not this easily.

 “[Y/N]!” he called out once he reached the site, “Can you hear me?”

 “I’m here, Diluc. I’m fine,” you reassured him. He deeply sighed in relief as he began to push the boulders off of you. Thank Barbatos you were alive and well! He shook the thought of you being fatally injured away from the forefront of his mind to focus on getting you out of this mess, using his strength to his advantage. But after a few rocks were pushed off of you, his eyes widened at the sight of you, a sight he will never forget.

 While your legs and upper body were still trapped underneath the pile, the first thing Diluc revealed was your ass, exposed by your skirt that was coincidentally trapped above your hips. Your thighs were pinned together, rubbing gently as you squirmed in the rubbish, trying to wiggle your way out. Or at least, he wanted to believe you were wiggling for the sole purpose of getting out, and not to tease him.

 With a nervous gulp, he averted his eyes away from you and resumed his work on the boulders. His mind couldn’t help but drift away into sinful corners, though. He envisioned the way he could firmly grab your thighs, pull down your underwear and...

 “Don’t scare me like that again,” he took a more lighthearted tone to cover up his urges, “I thought you were surely dead.”

kaeya

 After briefly witnessing you get thrown across the cavern, Kaeya managed to finally stab the beast in such a precise weakness point, making it wail in pain until it slowly withered away in its dying moments. He took no time at all to rush over to you, sprinting faster once he saw that you had been crushed by an avalanche.

 “[Y/N], talk to me,” he subtly asked for reassurance that you were still alive as he began to analyze the situation and pinpoint exactly where you were in all this rubbish.

 “I’m okay,” you weakly muttered with a grin, glad that he had come to your rescue, “Just a little bruised, that’s all.”

 Following the trail of your voice, he put his mind to work. He started to strategically push certain rocks so that others would naturally fall off of you without him needing to lift too much. After awhile, he began to spot one of your arms, then your other arm, and with each rock tumbling down he soon revealed the full picture.

 Or at least, a fraction of the full picture.

 He was relieved to see that you had wrapped your arms around your head for protection before the crash, avoiding what would have been an extremely dangerous injury. With your entire body from the chest down still trapped, you felt the need to stretch out your arms in the newly freed space and take a deep breath, glad to finally have some fresh air. “Good morning,” you joked on your bed of rocks.

 Even though he certainly felt some relief, he couldn’t fight the urge to tease you as he cooed over the sight of you so helpless underneath him. With an evil smirk, he pulled out one of the rocks that was supporting your neck, leaving your head hanging off the edge and eliciting a gasp from you. Before you could protest, he propped himself up against the wall with one arm, his body hovering over you and his crotch just inches away from your face.

 “Look at that pretty mouth of yours... You tempt me even in the most dire situations, sweetheart,” he let his free hand run slender fingers across your scalp, slowly massaging you. “Now that I think about it, I do deserve a prize for saving you, don’t I?”

 “Quit running your mouth and just help me get out of here,” you scolded him jokingly. He laughed and shook his head dismissively as he walked away to get back to work, fighting that strong urge to use your throat in such a vulnerable state.

 “If you say so, sweetheart. Maybe some other time.”

[obsidian-warthog]

Getting late for me so wasn't able to completely finish the Pikmin 4 demo. Was not expecting that first sequence with Olimar. So this looks to be a full blown Pikmin 1 AU/reboot rather than just the bad end. Not keen on that ether honestly, what exactly do we stand to gain by not continuing from where 3 left off? Also kind of funny how Olimar casually broke the fourth wall.

Even if it's not outright Pikmin 1's bad end, showing Olimar with the same dog that 'Olimin' had in the trailer is not a good sign for Olimar.

The opening after that felt really slow to me with all the dialogue and the amount of time you spent with just Oatchi to command. I wanted my Pikmin.

Having to upgrade the amount of Pikmin on field is quite the change, fully thought I was getting the Ice Onion at first. I hope there is an Ice Onion, but I've noticed the wording of 'Pikmin with Onions' in some tips. And Ice Pikmin are definitely powerful enough for me to believe they could get the Purple/White treatment.

Was worried that Shepherd (insert Mass Effect joke) might be a bit too similar to Charlie, but I guess her cowardice is distinct. Colin I have no real opinion on yet, only just saw some of Russ's dialogue before having to stop but he seems to have potential. Praying for distinct Piklopedia entries like 3 Deluxe. Also miss the end of day journals/letters.

Went back to base to gather my Pikmin before getting into the ice cave, so felt foolish when the game explained everyone would come down with you no matter where they were. Which is how it worked in Pikmin 2. Not a huge time loss but I felt it.

The areas really do feel massive in this game, overwhelming even. I could see the second landing area but didn't actually reach it because I was exploring alternate paths, so by the time I noticed it the day was about to end. Hoping I can make the starting landing spot more convenient by using clay to finish the bridge near it, that seems like what it'll be used for.

Looked through gameplay hints and saw confirmation that side stories from 3 Deluxe is a returning mode. Happy about that. Almost sounds a bit like a soft remake of Pikmin 1.

Oh and one annoyance I have is that when I have two Pikmin knock down a pellet only one ends up carrying it. I used two for a reason. Feels more clunky now trying to set up maximum efficiency for the pellets.

For caves I'm wondering if this is going to be like Pikmin 2 where the introduction was fixed but the majority were randomized. Hoping we don't go back to randomization personally. Also if time is going to progress in future caves, what happens if it's sundown and you're still in the cave? Do you get kicked out? Or do you simply get sent right to the end of day once you exit the cave?

Also intrigued by the possibility of caves as a passageway. Could see some interesting level design coming out of that. Looking forward to wrapping up the demo and not looking forward to the incoming Pikmin 4 withdrawal symptoms.

[hiccanna-tidbits]

AKGHBKUEFYDGJ when I tell you I just BARELY got all my submissions from last year's Hiccanna month in in time for this year's Hiccanna month--

Truly I have levels of procrastination inside me that most college students can only dream of.

So anyways, here's a moodboard for a fic I wrote a full-ass year ago. A moodboard that I made...last week XD Better late than never, I guess?

The fic is We're at the movie scene where everyone drowns, and it's also posted both on my AO3 Infrared_Ultraviolet and my ff.net Infrared-Ultraviolet! Go check it out :3 Hopefully I'll have the time and energy to write more full-length one-shots for Hiccanna month this year, but we will have to see! I'm a working woman now earning the big bank so I can continue to pay my internet bills and maintain the fandom lifestyle XD

Anna gets to have terrible insomnia because she is my beloved projection blorbo and she gets to deal will all of my issues for me <3 But hey, it's not like it doesn't have canon basis! We see that she does in fact have trouble getting up in the morning (enough to make it a running gag!) and is pretty bleary and out-of-it when she does, which could easily be the result of not running on much sleep and (unwillingly) staying up late. We can also see pretty consistently that she's not what would be considered a "morning person" (although I have my doubts such a thing even exists in real life). Anna's pretty heavily ADHD-coded, which often has insomnia as a side effect because your brain will not turn off ever, least of all when you need to sleep. Things like time blindness when you get super into doing something right before bed or existing anxiety and/or paranoia that's exacerbated by the ADHD really do not help, either.

Anyways, I'm here to tell you that the fear of forgetting your sleep meds when you're going on a short trip/crashing at a friend's house is very, very real. Especially since you often don't realize it until everyone else is already dozing off and no one wants to take you to the pharmacy to buy more XD At that point, your options are a) start taking shots in hopes the alcohol drowsiness will put you to sleep or b) lie awake and get bored and angry and hate your life and also have no one else to talk to because everyone else went to sleep in under 5 minutes. Yes, it really is that bad.

The one upside is that there IS the possibility you will get to watch your crush sleep in a non-creepy way (like you didn't seek them out like a stalker--you just can't go the fuck to sleep and they happen to be 5 feet away!) and fawn over how cute they look doing it XD Which is the only thing that gets Anna through the night, I'm pretty sure!

Although being alone with the stars and the creature noises doesn't sound half bad, if you HAVE to stay awake XD Better than staring at the wall of your room, anyways! Still praying for Anna to get that Starbucks the next morning, tho ^^;

Man, I really wish my college campus had had a duck pond with amusing but occasionally aggressive geese. We had some pretty insane squirrels, but staring down a squirrel is just not the same as being chased by a hissing goose. This is something that I think should happen to everyone at some point, to keep humanity humble. Also being followed around by hungry honking geese while you try to evade them and go to class sounds like the exact kind of college shenanigans I needed in my life! Instead of the depression-laden mess it actually was ajnsdlkuhkuedgh

I love the idea of Anna kinda inadvertently memorizing Hiccup's freckle patterns and finding little designs in them, like constellations <3 She pays WAY too close attention to him, and it shows XD I remember back in college I was gone af for this one guy, and I noticed he had this freckle pattern on his cheek that kind of looked like a baseball diamond. And I adored the fuck out of it ;____; If anyone replaced him with a clone who didn't have that little baseball diamond, I would catch on SO DAMN FAST. I imagine Anna would do the same thing with Hiccup XD Ain't nobody swaps Hiccup for a doppelganger without Anna being ON THE FUCK TOP OF IT.

Pretty pleased with how this one came out! I kind of wanted to do a juxtaposition of dark pics with well-lit pics, and I think the end result turned out pretty decent! Also ended up with a green, orange/brown, purple, and black color scheme, which all go together surprisingly well :O

Any modern AU Anna would also definitely own that exact greenish-blue sweater. Just sayin!

As always, pic credits available upon request!

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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