#CHERISHING THE LIVING SHEEP OUT OF THAT SMILE

[xan-izme]

The Lost Sheep: Prologue

Summary: Your Jake and Neytiri's first born child. You get taken by the RDA. Trained to kill your own father.

The day you were born, was the day of the great war your parents and many others fought in. People saw your birth as a day of joy. But not as much as it brought Joy to your parents. They cherished every moment with you. Your first breath, your first laugh, your first cry. And the first time they connected you with Eywa. Every first experience you had was like the first time for your parents. It gave them, hope. So much hope and joy.

But sadly, their time with you was short lived. On the fifth night of your life. You were taken by a mole within one of the scientists. Taking you to a secret underground bunk where secret RDA soldiers hid.

10 years would go by. You've been brain washed in a way. Forced to learn the sky people's ways. Have their violent and selfish acts seem justified to your eyes. But you knew, it was not right. You had doubts. Many, doubts.

You were not the only Na'vi child taken. Besides from the little human boy, Miles. There was a Na'vi boy named Ta'lok. Your same age. Taken the same time as you. The only difference is his clan was completely whipped out. But he is not aware of that. Nor are you. All the two of you know is that your clans have, abended you two. Which you never believed. Same as Ta'lok. But you can tell he is saddened by the lies the RDA tells.

You and Ta'lok sat silently as an RDA solder was teaching you two about sky people weapons. A little human boy seated between you two. Miles, also known as Spider. Who, for some reason was treated oddly by the RDA. Some favor him, whilst others look at Miles the same way they look at you and Ta'lok.

Your very keen on recognizing small things. Which was how you were able to pick up the sky peoples lies. You glanced to your side where both of the boys were listening. Well, Miles was listening and paying more attention to the instructor whilst Ta'lok was more focused on fiddling with his mother's songcord. The only thing he has of his mother.

You envied your friend. He had something to hold as a remembrance of his people. Of his mother. While you only have little memories of yours. Which you were not satisfied with.

You envied Ta'lok a lot. He doesn't notice the RDA's lies as much as you do. He does know it feels wrong being in the bunker. And wants to leave and be free on Pandora as much as you do. But he does not worry of the RDA soldiers coming in and possibly killing you both at night while you two sleep like you do. He doesn't worry about the possible ways the RDA could punish you two if one of you slipped up during lessons or training like you do.

He doesn't assume the worst like you. He is free from such things.

Ta'lok glanced to your direction, you were staring at the human teacher as it spoke. Ta'lok looked away from you with a small sigh. It is true he is not as suspicious or untrusting of everyone else as you are. But he knows that look on your face.

He knows you have hate. A lot of it. And he worries your hate will kill you one day, that thought is what he is not free from.

"Whats a songcord?" Spider asked, looking up at Ta'lok who was origanaly explaining to Spider why he kept his mothers songcord on him at all times.

You were on your shared bunk bed, mindlessly reading a book that the humans here expect you and Ta'lok to study. To understand the human ways. But you were still a child so you would read, but never really get it due to your lack of interest.

Ta'lok explains what a song cord is to Spider with a bright smile and excitement. Just talking about Na'vi culture beings him joy. Even if you and him don't fully know everything about your clans or people. But a small fond smile graces your lips as you hear your boys talk happily about what a songcord meant to your people.

Suddenly, the metal doors slide open. Your small smile was quick to fade the moment you heard the familiar sound of those metal doors opening. Ta'lok's tail flickered nervously as he eyed the armed men at the door. You let out a small sigh as you slid down from the bed, giving Ta'lok a knowing look and a small head signal he knew all too well. Ta'lok follows close behind you, giving Spider an apologetic look as he followed you with his head down.

You walked with your head up, giving the armed men a scowl as you walked down the familiar metal walls.

Training. Apart of the routine the RDA had made for you and Ta'lok had. The same halls to go down, same sky people. Same lessons. Same punishments when either you or Ta'lok step out if line. Nothing changes. The only thing that changes is your rapid increase of hate towards the sky people.

Not Spider though. You could never hate him. He's family after all.

[anikasheep]

HUG

gn! mc

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I could just imagine MC started giving Lucifer a hug after he went home or finished his work and walked out of his room.

No one actually remembers when it started, but the brothers could feel that Lucifer is more bearable when he deals with those tasks.

Lucifer felt surprised and embarrassed when MC hugged him in front of his brothers. But those twisted faces of jealousy on his brothers were too amusing to miss. Besides, how could he say no to MC when they just want to praise him and show their appreciation?

The hugs light Lucifer’s mood. After all, no one would like to feel their hard work being seen by their beloved and cherish that.

If Lucifer was struggling with some difficult documents or papers, the hug and the soothing voice from MC would comfort him. He’d bury his head in the crook of MC’s neck, and sigh in relief, while he let your scents and soft touches chase those irritations away.

“A rough day, huh? I bet you put your every heart into this one. I’m so proud of you, Lucifer!”

“Thank you for your hard work again today, I love you.”

It didn’t matter if it was night, midnight, or the next day early morning. MC insisted that Lucifer should hear those praises ASAP, so MC even asked Lucifer to call them once he finished and the time was late. Though Lucifer said it was not that urgent to be so extreme, Lucifer still felt warm and satisfied that MC put him on the top priority.

He rests his back against the wood of his bed cabinet, your sleepy hoarsed voice is his new craving. No, he craves every sound of your voice, the laugh, the yawn, the hiccup, just all so adorable and he loves those all.

If he solved those papers early or his brothers showed some mercy on him that day, then he’d text MC to come into his room. His head lays on your lap while your soft hand brushes his hair and hums some soft song, Lucifer’s arms are around your torso, and your other hand is in his large ones.

“I noticed that your photos show up with Lord Diavolo and other lords of demons, and you’re so beautiful that I can’t move my eyes from you. I fell in love with you again you know?”

“Thank you for always being there when we need you, Lucifer. Now please allow me to show my gratitude to you. Just relax, and nothing shall be worried…”

Today is slightly different, though.

There’s a near meeting Diavolo and Lucifer have with the most stubborn lord of demons, so Lucifer invites Diavolo to discuss the resolution in the House of Lamentation.

The meeting is held until midnight, but the good news is that they finally solved things.

Lucifer is escorting Diavolo to the front door, but Diavolo stops when he passes by the living room.

“Is that MC?” Lucifer peeks into the living room, and he sees a tiny little sheep curling up on the sofa.

Before he decided that if he should wake you up now or later, the prince stepped in.

Diavolo and Lucifer now kneeling one leg down to look at MC more clearly.

“They’re such a cute sheep even in their dreams, and so innocent. Don’t you think, Lucifer?”

Diavolo chuckles, his honey-golden eyes glowing.

“I think you’re right, Diavolo. And MC sleeps feeling security in the House of Lamentation is the best reward of my work.”

Maybe Lucifer is so amused that they finally make some ways to negotiate with the sneaky demon lord, his slender point finger trails MC’s face, down to their cheek and their lips.

MC groans and blinks their eyes slowly, still unsure where they are, but when they see Lucifer smiling down at them, they hold their arms up instantly.

“Lucifer~~” Lucifer leans to them and embraces his sweet lamb gently.

He could feel your hands stroking his back and you nuzzle against his chest, bury yourself into his coat.

“My Morning Star, thank you for today’s hard work. And you’re so warm, I feel safe when I am in your arms…”

Lucifer cocks his head and brushed his lips under your ear for seconds, he murmurs.

“Thank you, MC. For supporting me.”

He releases you, and he turns around to see Diavolo staring at both him and MC, looking slightly uneasy.

“Diavolo?”

The prince smiles bitterly. “ Forgive me, it’s just too hard to not feel jealous of how close you and MC are, I wish I could get the hug and the praise too. Haha!”

MC stands up slowly, walks toward Diavolo, and opens their arms again, their voice still hoarse but full of cheer.

“Lord Diavolo, some hug please…oof!” The demon prince gives MC a HUGE BEAR HUG.

“There there, we see how hard you work for the brothers, for the angels, for us, and for the whole Devildom. The peace and joy that could stay in Devildom is thanks to your hard work. And Barbatos told me that you ate the pickles in the sandwiches today, right?”

Diavolo nods in silence, his entire body is trembling. MC pats the auburn hair of the prince.

“You’ve overcome so many situations, you’re kind to everyone and that’s why we love you, my lord.”

MC kisses Diavolo’s hair and keeps whispering sweet praises to the lonely prince.

Lucifer is happy to see his friend get some praise but he feels weird about watching MC hugging Diavolo at the same time.

Still, he doesn’t say anything because he knows that Diavolo needs that right now.

After Barbaros comes to pick Diavolo up, Lucifer and MC bid good night.

A new text was sent from Diavolo.

“Do you get that from MC on often, Lucifer?”

“…Yes, they did that to help relieve my tensions. ”

“And that became the way you show each other some intimacy? How unfair!”

“I’d ask MC to praise me when the student council meeting is over from now on.”

“Do you think they would indulge me so far, Lucifer?”

“I can’t see they could say no to your puppy dog eyes, they do have a soft spot for you, Diavolo.”

“You really think so? Now it flatters me, Lucifer. Well then, it’s settled.”

Lucifer grumbles under his breath, but he chooses to accept the inconvenience situation.

After all, that sheep tames beasts with their softness, kindness, and those praises which are sweet as honey.

[bloodypeachblog]

You got any daddy Sammy Headcanons?

You fucking bet I do!

Sammy Lawrence headcanons

(This is with F!Reader, btw)

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• Sometimes his personality when he was human can show when something doesn't go right or his way or he's just annoyed. He can be a real asshole when he's like that. But if he upsets you, he would apologize later.

• the instance you responded to his 'can I get an amen?' tape with an 'amen', he fell for you almost instantly. He knew that his savior has blessed him with you, you had to be his bride. He waits til you fall asleep and he carries you to his room. You're his now.

• the songs he writes for you? Oh so lovely and romantic. He even plays them on his banjo and sings them for you.

• when he likes you, he can get a bit flustered and tongue-tied at times. When you've been together for a long time, he gets a bit better with that, but his inky heart still flutters when he sees you and hears your voice.

• if you can't sleep, he would sing you a lullaby or tell you a story from his bible (he wrote one where it's basically the christian bible, but Bendy is Jesus) until you fall asleep.

• he lets you join him on his searches for sacrifices and sometimes lets you choose their fates. They'll still die, but you get to choose how they die.

• Total. Drama. Queen. But not in a way that'd make you hate him, more in the way where you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

• guy's mind is stuck in the 1920-1930's, so if you show him something like, an iPhone, or you dress in modern clothing, his brain would probably implode.

• he LOVES listening to you read passages from his bible during sermons. He just marvels your words and pays very close attention. You could see a big smile though his mask.

• the same goes vice versa, he speaks with such energy and dedication and he smiles to himself when he sees you're just so enthralled by his preaching.

• basically when he speaks about you, he's exactly how Gomez Addams talks about Morticia. He ADORES you.

• "I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." "To think, Lord Bendy has blessed me with such a beautiful angel such as yourself." "To live without you, only that would be death." "I cannot see, I am blinded by such beauty."

• pet names: Darling, Love, Angel, my little lamb, my sweet, Dear, Dearest.

♡NSFW♡

• master of seduction. Just, pure incubus skills. His soft voice makes you melt, and he knows it.

• oh he is all for foreplay. He wants his little pet to be ready for him.

• his cock is about 6 inches and pretty thick, but that's thanks to the blessings of the ink.

• *psst!* if he wanted, he could grow two of them to double-penetrate you, but he'll immediately pass out once he cums because it takes twice the energy, so he doesn't do it often.

• he wouldn't exactly whisper dirty words, but the way he phrases things...

• "don't be afraid, it's what our Lord wishes. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would we?" "You're so wet for me, how sweet.." "I'm so blessed that you're mine.." "You're doing so well, love..." "Just relax and let us share this bliss that our Lord has blessed us with." "Perhaps Lord Bendy will bless us with little sheep of our own tonight.."

• kinks? Well...he does like tying you up nice and tight. Can't let the little lamb run off, can he? No, he cannot. He has a praise kink, where he just loves to praise you for being such a good little wife.

• he LOVES to tease you and make you beg for him. The grin and deep chuckle he lets out from hearing your begs will make you melt.

• he'll make sure you cum a few times before he does. You'll be putty in his hands when he's done with you.

• yes, he cuddles you during the afterglow. He also whispers loving words into your ear, making sure you feel loved and cherished, because you are.

[souglias]

I see there's still a slot left for foul legacy: raging tide so I hope I'm not too late to request something 👀

Three things about me:

As I said in my other ask, I love to draw and write and I try to do that as much as I can during my free time between hw and class. Although it's been much harder to find time during college and I am often plagued with art/ writer's block 😔

I'm a bio major and I have no problem with handling bugs and other little critters that most people get queasy about. Once you've dissected sheep brains and whole squids, grabbing a spider isn't such a big deal lol

It generally takes me a while to start seeing someone as a close friend rather than a friendly acquaintance that I sometimes see in class. In the same vein it also takes me a while to begin considering someone as a possible romantic partner bc I only start to feel attraction after I've known them for a while and established an emotional connection

I'm a big fan of the star student/delinquent trope and even though I'm not really the type that only cares about studying, I do generally prioritize that over other things

Thank you in advance!! I can't wait to see the rest of this event unfold :D

The Delinquent [Childe]

c/w: mentions and implications of rumours, implication of bad school culture, Biology dissection (not described in detail)

Note: Hello!! I'm so so sorry this fic took so long! I wasn't particularly inspired for this fic so I was holding it off, then school came in the way for quite a bit. I don't know much about dissections, but I did a quick Google search and I hope I've written it such that it's not too difficult to believe. I hope that you enjoy this!

word count: 1.5k

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Sun and moon. Both you and Childe live worlds apart. The two of you are only in each other’s orbit, seeing each other from a distance. The closest that you’ll ever get is being a few seats away in biology class. However, even though you only share one class with him, you know him all too well.

Childe is the infamous sporty kid in school. He’s also one who often wins academic competitions for the school. The student body doesn’t necessarily dislike him either. In fact, the girls adore him. They think that he’s hot and charming. But outside of his friend group, everyone is mostly too intimidated by his aura to approach him. 

You can also always count on Childe to constantly talk back to teachers and staff. Now and then, you would catch him breaking school rules by exploiting their loopholes. The school hasn’t expelled him, given that he’s not causing harm or trouble to anyone. On top of that, he largely excels in many areas. Though… There are rumours of him beating other students up. But no one has actually seen him do so.

You, on the other hand, keep to your group of friends. That’s how you decided you were going to spend the rest of your school life. Comfortable with a group of friends that you cherish deeply, out of the spotlight. 

That is until Childe decides to collide into your world for a reason you cannot bring yourself to turn down. Okay, you could have, but you don't dare to.

As a short breather from studying in the library, you doodle a little. Childe walks up to your side while you’re doing so. 

With a volume lower than usual, he greets you. “Hey, [name]- Oh these look pretty cute.”

You dropped your pencil on your notebook, taken aback that the Childe is talking to you. 

“What’s up, Childe?” you ask as your hand subtly shifts above the doodles in your notebook. Honestly, you want nothing to do with him. But, at the same time, you are courteous enough not to shut someone out the first time they speak to you.

He smiles sheepishly as he requests, “Sorry to bother you, but could you give me a demonstration on the dissection of a sheep’s brain?”

You only blink at him in response. You asked him to repeat, making sure you didn’t mishear him. Assuming you couldn’t hear him, he raises his volume. Only slightly, so as not to disturb other students. 

“I need some help on dissecting a sheep’s brain and I’d like you to show me a demonstration. Would that be okay for you?”

Fumbling over your words a little, you agree to help him with his dissection. “Great! Thank you so much, [name]. Will tomorrow after our biology lesson be good?”

“Yeah, sure…”

With that, he walks off with a slight skip in his steps. But you, on the other hand, are highly preoccupied with your thoughts. You think you got a little too nervous around him. They say you shouldn’t show fear in front of what you are afraid of. Wait, since when were you afraid of him?

On top of that worry, you aren’t sure if you should be proud that Childe thinks highly enough of you to ask you for help, or if you should be concerned that you are now responsible for tutoring the infamous school delinquent instead. 

Do you really know the dissection like the back of your hand? What if he asks you about the details that you've thrown to the back of your mind? As an extra precaution, you start to relook at your notes on the dissection. Before you sleep at night, you give your notes one last read too.

The next day, you realise during lessons that you forgot to check if there was a supervising teacher present after school. For students to use the laboratory after school, there is a rule stating that a teacher has to be present. Childe probably wouldn’t heed that rule in normal circumstances. But since your last lesson is Biology in the laboratory with him, your teacher would definitely know both of you are staying back. If there was no one around, your teacher wouldn’t permit you two to use the room and kick the both of you out. 

So, you pray. You pray that there wouldn’t be any supervising teacher, so you’d get to slip out on Childe. But unfortunately, when class ends, you find out that your teacher is on duty today.

Sighing internally, you resign yourself to helping Childe. As you prepare your workbench, you catch your teacher's eyes darting between the two of you. Likely surprised that both of you speak to each other, you suppose. You'd be surprised too.

When all the preparation is done, you try to hide your disappointment and ask, “So, how do you want me to teach this to you?” 

“You can do a step-by-step demonstration, then I’ll try to follow along.”

After every step, you check on the steps that he executes. While doing so, you notice how slender his hands are and the little faded scars on them. 

“[Name]? We can continue.”

You snap out of your daze and mutter an apology, continuing the dissection. At some point, you stop him. “Hold on, you’re about to cut the wrong part.”

He shifts his gaze over to your scalpel, trying to assess the exact point to cut. Before he does anything, you move over to his side as you always do when you teach your friends. You wrap your hand around his that holds the scalpel and you guide his hand.

Childe becomes momentarily distracted by your touch on his. He tries to ignore the feeling of his skin tingling and regain his focus. 

(But it is for nought because all he can think of is how cool you are for being so good at Biology. Heck, not just Biology, but other subjects too. Words of your consistently stellar grades don’t escape him.)

You only realise the proximity between the two of you after you let go of his hand. Taking a step back, your leg bumps into the stool. You stumble for a bit. Childe’s hand reaches out to your arm and it hovers right above your skin, ready to catch you. But you don’t fall and a few moments pass.

Inside, you beat yourself up a little for almost falling onto the ground in front of someone you’ve barely spoken to before. You straighten yourself and Childe withdraws his hand back to his side. 

You clear your throat in an attempt to dissipate the tension in the air. “There’s only one more step left to go. I can show that to you and if you’re good, we can pack up.”

You note how hot your face feels and hope he doesn’t tell this to his friend circle. You don’t particularly like them, given the amount of drama they attract. 

You try to concentrate, though the incident earlier remains at the front of your mind. Soon, he ends the procedure without a hitch, so you assume that you’ve taught him the right step despite your lack of focus. With that, both of you clean up the workbench. 

Childe finishes cleaning up faster than you. He always packs up quickly after class, and you chalk up his speed to his desire to leave class early. You think he’s about to leave when he comes over to help you. When he does, he thanks you.

“Thanks for the tutoring session, [name].”

A few seconds of silence lapse. You’re not sure if you should thank him for helping you. But before you say anything, he asks, “Say… could I ask you for more help next time? I struggle quite a bit with Biology.”

Immediately, you nod. It'll just be more tutoring sessions that'll benefit you too. Though, you ask, “Don’t you have friends who do Biology?”

Childe’s face sours a little, a smile still plastered on his face. He whispers, “Let’s just say that while I do hang out with them, I don’t like to stay around them more than I need to.”

Your eyes widen slightly. The two of you have more in common than you thought.

As the two of you walk down the hallways to the exit, he exchanges contacts with you. Childe does a tiny fist pump in the air. “Nice! Now, we can easily arrange study sessions!”

He turns to look at you and offers, “If you need anything too, you can always ask me!”

Childe flashes you a smile. He’s really not so bad.

When the two of you part ways at the school gate, you wave to him. He returns one with that annoyingly vibrant smile of his. But, maybe you could get used to this.

Only then do you realise, oh, you are in so much danger. The moon is reaching its orbit closest to the sun now.

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[esters-notepad]

In the hills and forests where I'm walking,

anywhere I go, my friend stays near.

I can't see him, but I hear him talking,

sometimes words of warning, sometimes cheer.

This good shepherd died for my salvation,

but he rose and lives forevermore.

He attends with wondrous dedication

to the sheep he's caring for.

All we need this moment and tomorrow

he provides, my friend and all in all.

He knows everything that brings me sorrow;

he comforts, whatever may befall.

There are times my friend appears to leave me,

but he said himself: a little while,

then a little while and you'll recieve me,

you'll have peace and you will smile.

When poor Thomas, sick with grief and worry,

can't believe the news of Eastertide,

our victorious Lord comes in a hurry,

lets him see his wounds and touch his side.

Thomas, moved by Jesus' warm compassion

and convinced by marks of suffering

soon cries out in loving, joyous passion:

O, my Lord, my God and King!

Dearest Jesus, grant me that elation

which makes doubt and unbelief depart.

Show me mercy, and as confirmation

please impress your wounds upon my heart!

Shepherd, when your sheep are flocking to you,

at the gospel's light are gathering,

by your wounds and by your voice they know you

as their Lord, their God and King!

Stay by me through desert, hills and forest,

o, most gracious heart, who bled for me!

In my happiness and at my sorest,

let your wounds my rest and comfort be!

Hold me close when it's my time to perish,

raise me up to where the angels sing,

and I'll praise my saviour, whom I cherish:

you, my Lord, my God and King!

-C O Rosenius (translated by me)

[lgcxnoeul]

hear me out

"Yeol!" He blurts out, corner of his lips tugging upwards into a full smile, skin dimpling directly above his cheeks. "My favorite moment of the day had to be cheeky Yeol and his friends trying to steal Byeongkwan's sweater. Who knew sheep could be so mischievous? I wonder if the sheep found it hideous..." A soft laugh escapes his lips and he shifts on the bench, resting one hand on the wooden seat. He figures that there was a slim chance his interview would make it in the final edit. He would cross his fingers and if necessary, he will think about finding refuge afterwards. Act first, think afterwards was his motto for the weekend. "-...That could be it, right?"

"Or, we were such easy targets for a prank... I heard sheep are good at remembering faces. I hope Yeol and his friends remember us fondly." His fingers find a knot in the wood, circling over it with his thumb while he continues rambling on. He tilts his head, briefly eyeing the moth above the camera equipment. He softly hums before continuing to answer the question, visible pout interwoven through his speech. "I guess that I shouldn't feel offended if Yeol doesn't remember me. It'll be hard to pick him out of a lineup."

"I can't stop smiling..." He reaches up to pinch his cheeks, feeling his facial muscles tense underneath his own touch. Maybe, he shouldn't have the carbonated drink. "I didn't know Byeongkwan could be that clumsy. He looked like a foal learning to walk fresh out of the womb." His comparison makes him snort, fully knowing that Byeongkwan would get his revenge if his interview aired. "I wasn't much help either, but Yeol could make it on the national soccer team. I've never met a defensive player like him on the court."

"Now that I think about it... Our group isn't that different from Yeol and his friends." He answers the following question with a firm nod, biting on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing. "We're motivated through our stomachs. Our weekend revolved around gathering food or cooking it." He counts with his fingers, keeping his hand visible in the frame. "There were no winners or losers. In fact, I will boldly say that everyone was a valuable player this weekend. It was fun seeing everyone's personality shine through and I think that despite us being divided into teams, we all worked together to keep up the lively atmosphere. I'll cherish the memories we made together."

"Ah, I'm out of time..." He rises to his feet, shuffling forward to get up close and personal with the camera. "Until next time! Bye, bye~"

[libidomechanica]

“So sad, that no nigh”

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batter’d into the Head! For something     news asking, What moment in Annihilation pursue;     that buzz about onely Niobean daughter, one not     leave those light upon the horizontal sun heaven was     beyond measure them at

breaker must faire: so while praise Ceres;     every rocks once-a- boy pilferings fair Syrinx—do     thou mought but like a storm and our sad, its here, ere Phoebus’     daughter as love. And that due of melancholy crown and     many now can deny

that is to send my sight of     happiness like those nation. And the world, and gummy frankincense     from the read out, but we remaining such, my Belovëd,     have to like, let thy kindly, even France, but till it     is a silver springs

sit side with the all-weary eve,     nay everything: angry model. Most, to gloom damp awe assail’d,     fight who lover’s voice, he shuddering on the but a     stomach what mere remain’d by Beatrice and cold, the marke: he     has been used her tragic

sleeping our days until a     gentlemen’ are in vain. Friends from the light, while downward fires, clanged     fortune. The sat: there and of the making sudden jet     of straggling company a summer steps into a river.     On Ida, Ida,

rang with mine, each others leaping,     to sit a star in vain? There dost beauty, blunt theology     by Beatrice alarms my throne, his grosse. Divert stronger     seemed it the trees. That moments, save one that for a yawning-     fit o’er the pure able

to draw his store, but fire made every     death-white, plants to drown me the tones of the tremendous     life away, there and batter’d on the after girl that fatal     pool, they met, and heads; saw the flamie-glistrings, and beneath     there ’gan warm with holy

knees will go, and talk of all, quite,     as an infants in the Abbey-ruin in sweet and     glittering like a ghosts of rivals interests wind. Wish I     did not if thou now? Morn she hollies bleating up robed them     in rhyme so, side to me;

but the herself she had, and the     monstrous hieroglyphic— that like the dew had time and Lambro     saw a little sense I rais’d my spirits, fann’d they all     do it I will be sworn is bound her indication. And     clodded earth hast. I thanks.

[xasha777]

In the year 2142, humanity had colonized many planets across the galaxy, but Earth remained a cherished jewel, its pastures and fields still vibrant with life. One such place was a remote farm in the countryside, where a young woman named Elara tended to her family’s land. Elara’s long, curly hair and bright eyes made her a striking figure against the golden backdrop of wheat fields.

Elara had always felt a special connection to the land, but she also harbored a deep curiosity about the stars. She spent her evenings reading ancient texts and studying maps of distant worlds. Her most treasured possession was a worn-out book by the ancient geographer Strabo, whose descriptions of Earth’s landscapes and cultures filled her with wonder.

One day, while Elara was tending to the sheep, she noticed a strange light in the sky. It grew brighter and closer until it landed with a soft thud in the nearby field. Cautiously, she approached the source of the light and found a small, sleek spacecraft. The door opened, revealing a man dressed in an outfit that shimmered with a silvery glow.

“Greetings, Earthling,” he said with a warm smile. “I am Kieran, an explorer from the planet Novara. Our people have been observing Earth for centuries, fascinated by your history and cultures. I come seeking knowledge, and I have chosen you to be my guide.”

Elara’s heart raced with excitement. “I would be honored to help you,” she replied. “But I am just a simple farm girl. What could I possibly offer you?”

Kieran’s eyes twinkled. “Your knowledge and passion for your world are invaluable. Together, we can uncover the mysteries of Earth and beyond.”

Over the following weeks, Elara and Kieran explored the far reaches of Earth. They visited ancient ruins, dense forests, and bustling cities. Elara shared stories from Strabo’s works, pointing out landmarks described in his texts. Kieran, in turn, revealed secrets of advanced civilizations and technologies that had long surpassed Earth’s own.

One evening, as they sat by a campfire under the stars, Kieran shared a secret. “Our ancestors, the Novarans, were once Earth’s inhabitants. They left during a time of great turmoil, seeking a new beginning among the stars. We have always felt a connection to this planet and its people.”

Elara was stunned. “You mean to say that we are of the same lineage?”

Kieran nodded. “Yes, and that is why our bond is so strong. You, Elara, have shown me the beauty and resilience of our shared heritage. It is time for you to see Novara.”

Elara’s heart swelled with anticipation. She bid farewell to her family and boarded Kieran’s spacecraft. As they ascended into the cosmos, she felt a mixture of fear and excitement. The journey was swift, and soon they arrived on Novara, a planet of breathtaking beauty, with landscapes that echoed the Earth of Strabo’s descriptions but infused with a futuristic brilliance.

On Novara, Elara learned advanced sciences and arts, sharing her knowledge of Earth’s history and culture. She became a bridge between the two worlds, fostering understanding and collaboration. Her adventures were chronicled in new texts, inspired by Strabo’s spirit of exploration and discovery.

Years later, when Elara returned to Earth, she brought with her new technologies and ideas that transformed her home. Her farm became a center of learning, where people from all over the world came to hear her stories and learn about the stars.

Elara’s legacy lived on, a testament to the enduring spirit of curiosity and the unbreakable bond between Earth and the stars, inspired by the wisdom of ancient texts and the limitless possibilities of the future.

[izndn]

Departure

On this day, many years ago, I left a place once called home. The warmth of the people I cherish and familiar places that I often came to it all become a memory lane through depicted photographs and motion pictures. At times I wonder, where to go next?

It is January. You depart for your flight. For half a year, you have been on endless planes alone or with others, but now you are alone again, going farther miles away. Nobody is picking you up at the airport or waiting for you elsewhere. The only waiting thing is the city itself.

The airport feels like home. You got used to airport life these past months. Everything is very similar, the check-in counter, passport control, security clearance gate, boarding pass, and departure gate. You are walking through that long passenger boarding bridge before entering the plane. Good morning or evening, depending on your flight time.

”Welcome on board.”

This time it is almost midnight, and the dark sky fills with dimmed lights. You always choose your seat next to the window so you can see every tiny geography as you had seen in the atlas. You put the phone on airplane mode. One of the attendants gives you a blanket, a mini pocket fill with earplugs, and socks. The plane is about to take off any minute. You are fastening your seat belt and taking a deep breath. The pilot announcement feels like the same radio song you play time after time. The flight attendant demonstration of life vest and oxygen mask are living in your head rent-free. “Please sit back, relax and enjoy the flight.”

During the 16 hours of the flight, you watch a film, the city of stars going to the city of lights. How cliché. It is too dark to read a book, so you listen to any songs of the plane selection. A mid-aged couple begins a conversation with you. They are going on a ski holiday in the Alps, how lovely. You have not gotten any sleep since yesterday, so you do not catch on with the rest of what they are talking about, you look through the window, and everything is still dark, with nothing to see. The time on the screen is a mere illusion. You are high above traversing the countries at different timezone. The flight attendants are serving the meal, and you think about whether it is a late dinner or early breakfast. It does not matter. Either way, you are hungry, eating with somehow dim light, savouring the almost cold meal. The tummy is full. You are half asleep, but counting on sheep does not work. So you go to the restroom, brush your teeth and think it might help you to fall asleep. Alas, you feel fresh instead, so you go back to your seat and stare into a blank darkness.

Too early to have jet lag. You are arriving at the transit airport. A passenger greets you, says you look like you know your way around here, then smiles. You have no idea why she would say that perhaps she founds you attractive. Another passenger is asking you the way to reach the gate. He seems to be confused and has never been here before. Somehow the two of you go in the same direction, with only different gates and destinations. Now you are waiting in line for the security check to begin. You take out all your electronic devices and then take off your boots. “Should have worn a pair of sneakers at first.” After that, the nightmare is about to be over. You pass the gate, and the officer asks where your next destination is. Then checks your passport and put the stamp on it. He says some words in your mother language you do not recall, then says, “Good luck!”

Seven in the morning. You are walking faster and faster. There is only about an hour lefts before the next boarding, everybody is rushing their way. You reach the boarding gate half an hour before, with spare time to sit and drink a bottle of water. Through the big glass shield, you see the plane and a hue of blue sky at dawn. The sunrise is probably around eight to nine in the morning during winter. On the next plane, you get your window seat again. This time is not great at all. The bright sun wakes you up with the heat makes your head dizzy. However, you can see everything now. The white clouds, the tiny buildings from above, and sleepy people during the early morning flight. The flight attendant asked whether you would like a cup of coffee or tea with a piece of croissant. How delightful, despite the heat and narrow seat. Before you even finish sipping your coffee, an hour's flight flies by in an instant.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. We’ll be landing shortly. For your safety please remain on your seat and fasten your seatbelt...”

You arrive at the destination airport. This time it is different. You begin to lose in translation. Everyone is a stranger. Nobody is at the gate to check about anything. You pick up your luggage, and you are at the arrival area all of a sudden. The information guy says you better take the train to the city, but first, you ought to buy the sim card. Rough morning to knock your brain on another language to buy a card and ticket. Then, having to pedal the bicycle to charge the phone. Somehow you manage to get on the train with two pieces of luggage, looking exactly like a lost tourist. Wind up in the biggest station with many people. Some helpful people help you carry your luggage, some weirdly look at you, and one grumpy grandpa scolds you because you put your luggage on the other side of the stairs and to carry another one. Great.

Finally, you get out of the station. It is drizzling with a temperature below ten degrees. From there, you walk through the old buildings. Not so long afterward, you find your destination point. The receptionist gives you the room key, the old and odd shape of the room key in an antique building. At least it has an elevator that fits two-person, or you cramp in with your two pieces of luggage. You enter the room. There is one single bed, a desk and chair, a square tv box, and a high-wide window looking through the other building windows. People are working and fitting clothes in that room. While another person is sitting while reading something, the rest of the windows are closed with the lights on. It is something that excites you for the first time since arriving. Thinking of taking a bath, you ask the room service for an extra towel, and after a few minutes, an old lady comes to bring it, and the way she smiles warms the cold evening air. The next thing to do is to go out for dinner at a fast food chain and order a salad. How boring of you. Jet lag probably starts to kick in, decide to take the evening walk.

Walking with no particular destination, you look around, and there are the twinkling sparks it lights. In an instant, you realise you are here and have arrived. About to begin a new journey in a place where you do not know and nobody knows you. Would it be a place you can call home or a mere passing through for you to go on the next journey? What about the constant change of destination? It all feels as if a long daydream during the longest flight.

In the endless journey to find a home, will the arrival destination welcome its departure?

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[missblissy]

How about Human! Alastor x Detective! Reader? 👀👀

((Of course nonny!! Sorry this took forever, UmU yet another one lost in the drafts for a little to long. Anyways, I hope the wait is worth it! Enjoy!!))

You had first met him by accident. It was honestly a cherished memory up until recently. The more you thought about it, you may have seen it as an accident, but... You didn't think he intended for it to be an accident at all. About two weeks had passed since you last spoke to him in person, but that's because you stopped seeing Alastor willingly, quickly, and as if you were running from him.

But that didn't mean you stopped watching him. Hopefully... And you say hopefully he believed your lie. You told him you had to go home across the country for a month to help your dying father before he passed. When you told Alastor, he seemed to buy it. He didn't really ask about it. He also said he was sorry to hear about your father, but nothing more than that.

It was uncomfortable for you to remember anything about him. You had only been to his house once, after knowing him for about two months. The second you were in there... something wasn't right. Sure it was spotless, clean... But Alastor also didn't know that you were an undercover detective. You didn't tell anyone about your job under any circumstances. The only people that knew were your family.

There was familiar... unsettling sent to his home. Decomposition. Rotting Flesh. It was faint, but as he led you from the front room, towards the kitchen, you passed a door and the smell was slightly stronger There was no mistaking it. In your line of work? You could never forget the awful smell of the first victim you ever found... You didn't say anything, you didn't even let him know about it. You believed he had gone nose blind to faint smell coming from his basement, seeing as he lived there. The next day you told him your lie to get away.

Since then, you had been watching him from afar, doing your best to stay in the shadows. You had to gather intelligence, you had to find leads. You knew he was hiding something in his home... But you couldn't just break in. You worked within the law, you couldn't just disobey whenever you felt like it. But over the past few weeks, you had learned a lot about this man. You figured you knew just about everything one could know. You kept a detailed profile of every action you witnessed, and notes from every document you could find.

Eventually came the day when you "came back" from your "family visit." You came up with an excuse to call Alastor, you asked if you could see him, you told him your father hadn't passed, but you were worried about leaving him. But he turned you down, said he was busy. He came up with a list of excuses but seemed so cheerful and happy as if this was a very subtle, passive-aggressive... I Know. You apologized for bothering and hung up the phone. Surprisingly though, a few days later Alastor did call you back and asked if it was possible to meet somewhere public.

He wanted to meet up at a cafe, with lots of people and plenty of noise. You found him around 1:00pm on the dot, sitting in a secluded corner reading a book. You made sure to notice the title The Big Sheep. A classic American murder mystery novel, you've read it many times yourself. When you sat down he closed the book and put it away, an ever pleasant smile. He put his hands together, interlocking his fingers, and he sat forward saying, "It's good to see you again, detective (L/n)."

You gulped down a draw swallow and did your best to play off his threat, "So you've been nosing around in my business?" Was the best thing you could come up with. He laughed, cold and hard, then shrugged a little, "No," He said, "You've been digging around in mine."

There was a moment there when you opened your mouth to object, but you knew this was a game of cat and mouse at this point. Alastor was quick to go on speaking, "You've done quite a bit of homework, and you wouldn't think I'd notice?" He didn't give you time to reply, "I assure you, dear, that I've been up to nothing but good things. You may have this little... investigation you've been conducting on me, lying to me, going behind my back, and following me around the city. But you haven't a single clue, do you?"

You knew you couldn't lie to him, and your cover was blown. But how? You were so sure to stay in the shadows, to stay unseen. The only thing you could think of is someone tipped him off. You pressed our lips then and chose to speak quietly, "I'd be very careful with your words," You threatened him, "Because what would I need a clue for, Alastor, if you've been doing nothing but good?" You leaned back in your chair and slowly crossed your arms.

You watched the slow but subtle changes in his expression, his eyes only grew slightly in size while the same happened to his smile, "That's right," He said careful, but you quickly cut him off.

You shot forward in your seat and pointed a finger at him, "Why would I be investigating you, Alastor? What on earth could be my reason for doing that? You tell me, you seem to know everything," You sat back once again and waved your hand quickly, "You were smart enough to figure out I'm a detective. So why would I be investigating you, come on, whaddya got? I'm just supposed to be your friend right? Or am I not?"

Your badgering questions made him uneasy and you could see that. It was like laying down the soft subtle pressure of the law between each word. You could see Alastor begin to process that maybe this wasn't the best idea, but he knew he couldn't lose control. He sat back in his seat, "Look," he said, "You know, I know. I know that you know. I also know you that whatever you think you're looking for? It's not what you think it is."

At that moment you knew you had your chance, "Then let's go to your house. Show me your basement and prove me wrong." You crossed your arms, daring him to do exactly what you said.

But Alastor chuckled, "You know I can't do that," He smiled at you. It seems like this meeting of his hadn't gone the way he planned at all. He got up from his chair pulled something out of a brief case he had sitting on the floor next to him. He put a manila folder on the table and put on his coat, "Have fun with this one, detective. You'll quickly learn it wasn't me. But I know how did it. If you need a clue, give me a call, yeah?"

You stared at him, slightly shocked and on edge. His smile was threatening, uneasy and it made your guts twist together. Alastor walked away without a care in the world. As you watched him leave, you looked back to the folder. What on earth...? You did a quick glance around the cafe and peeked into the folder.

Just as quickly you slapped it back shut. The grainy and poor images glued themselves into your mind regardless. You put a hand over your mouth as you kept your stomach down. The images of a decapitated body with none of its limbs burned into your memory, along with the bloody carving in the skin that said "Find Me."

[rocorambles]

Perks of the Job

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Non-Con/Rape, Bullying, Coercion, Abuse/Violence, Sexual Assault, Degradation

Prompt: “I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were with me right now.”

Summary: You realize far too late that you should have read the fine print of your job contract, questioned the golden egg that had fallen in your lap a little more as you stand face to face with the man you thought you had left far behind in your life. 

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. (Masterlist goes live Sunday, December 6th!) 

Big thank you to @sawamooora for beta-reading this~  

Even by his first year of high school, Oikawa is used to the attention, used to girls smiling and giggling at just a well practiced wink he sends their way. And although no one catches his interest, he thrives on the power he feels, the way he knows he has people so easily wrapped around his fingers with just a few rehearsed lines and a dash of his natural charm. So he’s surprised when he first encounters you. 

Unlike everyone else, you don’t even pause as you pass him in the hallway, don’t even bother to turn for a quick look in his direction.  Unlike like every other female, you keep your face focused forward and continue to class, completely tuning out the gaggle of giggling girls he has surrounding him. And suddenly his interest is peaked as he watches your retreating figure, a sharp gleam in his eyes and a new conquest in sight. 

He uses every trick in the book at first, shooting coy smiles and flirtatious winks your way, cheerfully greeting you each morning at the front gates and walking you right to the doorway of your classroom, sometimes lingering around to exchange small talk if there was time before class started. You’re polite about it, although a bit hesitant, unsure what about you has caught his interest, uncomfortable with the glowering attention you’re receiving from the females around you, but he grits his teeth in frustration when you never reciprocate with anything more than a small smile and superficial words. 

There’s only so long that one can keep a facade, even if it is almost like a second skin and bit by bit, Oikawa’s sheep-like fleece weathers down until snarling fangs and bared teeth are all that remains. You wince as he sharply tugs at your hair, glare as he purposefully knocks the items off your desk onto the floor, and lash out at him to his amusement when he repeatedly closes your locker on you. And although there’s bitterness inside of him that he’s had to resort to such uncouth methods, he can’t help the self satisfied smile when he has all your attention, when your rage filled eyes are locked on him and him alone, when you’re spitting venomous snarls just for him to hear. 

So, he’s quite displeased when third year comes around and suddenly it’s like everyone’s biological clock has suddenly started to rapidly tick. Things are different now that they’ve officially entered adulthood. 

His fangirls are touchier, more clingy, and although he rolls his eyes as they purposefully hike up their skirt and press their bodies against him when they talk, he doesn’t pull away. It wouldn’t be good for his image. And besides, being an adult means having fun doesn’t it? 

So, to the dismay of Iwaizumi and the hoots and hollers of Hanamaki and Matsukawa, he has his fun, sneaking girl after girl into the locker room, the club room, even the equipment room. 

But what infuriates him the most is the way seemingly every male suddenly has their eyes on you, the way your locker is filled to the brim on a daily basis with love notes, the way you’re now always surrounded by a flock of groveling boys all clamoring for your attention, the way he can’t even get close enough to do anything to you anymore, the way you seem to forget he even exists.

And that’s unacceptable. 

He sends his fangirls to do his bidding and although it’s not nearly as satisfying when he’s not the one personally wreaking havoc in your life, when he doesn’t get to see the look of pain and anger in your eyes up close and personal, there’s still a sense of contentment when he sees your tear stained eyes and ruined uniform from afar, the way you seem to shrink in on yourself in shame and embarrassment when you come out of the women’s locker room, the restroom, places only other female students can get to you, where there are no other eyes to protect you. 

But his nails dig into his palms as his fists clench when he sees his fellow male classmates bending over backwards to comfort you, to help you, draping their uniform jackets over your shoulders to hide your disheveled uniform, cooing at your injuries as they gently lead you to the nurse’s office.

And if there’s anything Oikawa hates in the world, it’s losing.

He slams his fist in frustration as he feels you slipping further and further away from him, as he loses against Ushijima, as he loses against Kageyama, as he loses any chance of seeing his dreams of Nationals come true, as he loses in everything that ever mattered to him.

Maybe that’s why he drinks far more than he should at the third year house party, an early graduation party of sorts, a last hurrah before all of you go your separate ways. Maybe that’s why when he sees you, his eyes narrow in determination as he chugs the rest of his drink, despite Iwaizumi’s growl at him to slow down his intake. Maybe that’s why he seeks you out like a bloodhound looking for prey that it’s caught wind of. 

And all he can think of as he corners you in an abandoned section of the house, forcing your body against the wall, feeling you helplessly push against him, watching fear and confusion fill your eyes, is that he needs a win - just one win. 

But of course life has different plans for him and just as he’s shoved his legs between your thighs, just as one of his hands has slipped underneath your shirt to roughly knead one of your breasts, just as he’s crushed his lips against yours in something far too brutal to be considered a kiss, he’s being torn away from you. It’s only Iwaizumi’s familiar voice and face that keeps the ace from getting punched in the face as he snarls at Oikawa to get the fuck away from you and sober up. And all Oikawa sees is red when he briefly glances back once more before turning the corner, only to see his own best friend kindly hovering next to you, gently taking care of you and fixing your clothes for you, an uncharacteristic softness in green eyes as he looks at you. 

Betrayal like he’s never felt before suffocates him as he watches the two of you tentatively begin to dance around each other in an awkward yet endearing courtship. He watches as he loses his best friend, watches as he loses the only woman who’s ever caught his interest, watches as the two of you walk off into your fairytale sunset together, hand in hand, never even glancing back at him as you both go off on your merry way together. 

He’s not proud of the cruel smile that naturally stretches across his face when he hears that the two of you have broken up years later, a brief comment that Hanamaki slips into one of their happy hour catch-ups as the ex-Seijoh third years share a bottle (maybe a few bottles) of sake. But he fakes a look of concern and consolement, trying to conceal his curiosity as he lightly questions Iwaizumi about the break-up, airily asking what the reason was. 

And he secretly grins as he excuses himself to the restroom when he thinks about the depressed slump of the ex-ace’s shoulders, the downcast look on his face. He cherishes his dear friend, but it’s nice to see someone suffer the same way he had, to share the pain of loss, to share the agony of losing you specifically.  

But maybe lost things are meant to be found, he thinks, as he scans the resume handed to him when he enters his office the next morning, chocolate brown eyes gleaming when they see the familiar name neatly typed on the top of the page.  

You're desperate. 

After Iwaizumi and you had broken up, you had insisted on moving out and living on your own. Never mind the fact that Iwaizumi was paying for the majority of your old rent. Never mind the fact that you don't make nearly enough income to survive on your own. You had just wanted a clean break from the handsome man who had been such a large integral part of your life and despite the small part of you that pleaded to give this relationship another chance, to take him up on his offer to stay with him until you're in a better place to support yourself, you packed your bags and left. 

And now here you are, living in an awful part of town, sirens blaring every few minutes, struggling to pay rent for the old decrepit studio that's barely big enough to fit even just your modestly sized bed. But you determinedly make do, putting on your one nice interview outfit and applying your makeup as best as you can despite the cracked bathroom mirror and flickering lights, before taking a deep breath and exiting your apartment. 

You're not even sure how you landed an interview at such a prestigious company. Although being a secretary for one of their higher ups doesn't exactly sound like your dream job, when you saw what the salary range was, you leapt at the opportunity. Screw your pride. If faking a smile and acting like a glorified maid for a disgusting old man meant you were finally able to   afford a decent quality life? So be it. 

Nerves eat at you and your heart pounds as you anxiously wait for the interview to begin, but you're shocked when an employee steps inside the room only to distractedly ask you generic questions, questions you're sure just about anyone could answer, not even pretending to pay attention as he fiddles with his phone in front of you. You can’t help but wonder if this is a good or bad sign. Were you so unqualified that you were just a waste of time? Why even bother bringing you in for an interview if they had intended to turn you away right from the start?

But to your surprise when the quick and simple questioning is done, the interviewer just stands up with a smile and nonchalantly tells you that they'd be in touch soon. And true to his words, your cell phone rings not even a few hours later that same day and you gape as they extend an offer to you with a salary even higher than you had ever imagined, which you eagerly accept, not a trace of doubt or hesitation in your mind. 

You meekly follow the friendly receptionist who leads you through the intimidatingly large office, the smell of coffee and the sounds of keyboards clacking and voices chattering swirling around you as you’re led further and further until you’re finally facing a solitary office, far from the bustling crowd of the main floor, reeking of status and power. And you force a tight smile on your face as you’re left alone, taking a deep breath before timidly knocking and opening the door when a voice beckons you in. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight in front of you and if you were jittery before at the prospect of a new job and a new boss, then you’re positively shaking now, trembling like a leaf in the wind when you see a face you hoped you would never see ever again, a face that still haunts you to this day, that brings back painful memories of a tormented childhood. And you wonder if you should quit right here, right now, cursing yourself for not asking more questions about exactly who your employer was, who you’d be working side by side with as their executive assistant. 

You’re so lost in your panicked thoughts that you don’t register the tall figure approaching you, head whipping when your name is called in that lilted sing song voice of his and you shudder as familiar brown eyes gaze down at you. 

“Oikawa…”

He smiles at your shivering figure and your frenzied wide eyes when you register exactly who you’re now working for. Pride soaring in his chest when he sees the impact he still has, the effect he still has on you, even after all these years. And he can’t help but circle around your frozen figure, admiring how you’ve grown and matured since he’d last seen you, purring at the way you instinctively lower your head in unconscious submission, not daring to meet his eyes as he closes his office door, flinching at the sound of the lock clicking in place. 

It just wouldn’t do for anyone to interrupt such a special reunion.  

You’re so predictable, it’s almost laughable. Oikawa has to fight the urge to roll his eyes as he leans back against the closed door, blocking your one escape route out of this hell hole you’ve gotten yourself trapped in. It’s amusing listening to you stutter out some feeble attempt at a resignation, listening to you try to convince yourself and him that this must be a mistake, that surely you’re someone else’s secretary, not his, never his. And as cute as it is watching denial and pure terror dance across your face, he tires of your endless blathering and he maliciously grins at how quick you are to snap to attention and silence yourself when he barks at you to shut up. 

But what he isn’t expecting is the sudden fire in your eyes, the resolved steeliness in your demeanor as you glare at him head on and maybe it’s a good thing that you’d spent so much time with Iwaizumi because this is going to be so much more fun than he could have possibly imagined. 

The wolf inside of him gnashes his teeth and howls in amusement as you furiously give him a piece of your mind, rebuke him for how horrible and awful he was throughout highschool, haughtily tell him that this is the real world now and that you’re not going to let him just walk all over you, let him do whatever he wants. In fact, you’re leaving right now. You don’t need him or this stupid job. 

And his grin sharpens as you hold your head up high while you make your way towards him and the door, not even hesitating as you move to shove him aside. But then he pounces and you can’t even scream as you’re suddenly shoved down, gasping as you painfully hit the ground. 

He has to give you some credit though. Clearly dating an athletic trainer has done you some good and he winces just a bit as you thrust your knee into his abdomen, surprised by the force behind it. But the pain only fuels him more, the sharp pang grounding him, helping him concentrate as he pries apart your legs, his knees achingly pressing down into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs as he puts all his weight on top of you, chuckling when you wail at how his kneecaps painfully pin you down. 

And he almost coos proudly at you as you try to sit up, as you try to support your upper body off the ground with your forearms and hands, as you try to find some leverage to get yourself out of your undesirable position. But all it takes is him digging his knee even further into your bruised leg and with a yelp you fall back down, snarling at him with pretty tears welling in the corner of your eyes as he leans forward, pinning you fully with his arms now trapping your wrists on the floor on either side of your head.

“Don’t be like this, cutie. You’re the one who accepted the job. Not my fault you were too dumb to even look into it carefully. But I guess a dumb bitch is always a dumb bitch.”

He smirks at the way his cruel words have you twisting and writhing underneath him with renewed fervor, but like an animal sensing that it’s nearing its end, you surprise him with a last vehement action as you spit in his face when your futile struggle falls flat. And as the thick glob slides down his face, his facade cracks and a sharp cracking sound pierces through the air before you’re suddenly seeing stars as heat rushes through your face from the impact of his palm. 

“Listen to me. You’re going to shut the fuck up and behave. You’re going to stay as my secretary. You’re going to do every fucking thing I tell you to do. You know why? Because I own you. I  could ruin your entire life with a single phone call - with the snap of my fingers. Your entire career, over, with just a single email. Good luck trying to afford even your shitty little apartment when you’re blacklisted from every corporation in this city.”

Oikawa hums in satisfaction when you finally still, fear and uncertainty twirling in your eyes as your bottom lip begins to tremble, liquid pooling in your tear ducts as you shakily stare at him. But he outright laughs in your face when you latch onto your one last hope. 

“Hajime! I’ll tell Haji-”

You break off into a squeal when sharp teeth bury into the crook of your neck, tears streaming down your face as Oikawa leaves a mark that will last for at least a few days and you cringe at the feeling of his warm wet tongue tasting you, staining you. 

“Iwa-chan? I wonder what he’d do if he knew you were with me right now. Would he trust his longtime childhood friend, his best friend who he still talks to and hangs out with almost everyday, especially now that you’ve left him all alone? Or would he trust the woman who broke his heart, who led him on for so many years, only to tell him you just “weren’t feeling it” anymore when he was about to propose?” 

He lets out a derisive snort at the hurt in your eyes, the guilt he can practically see smothering you at his words. 

“It’s okay, cutie. Of course you weren’t feeling it with Iwa-chan. You were just waiting for me all this time, right? So don’t worry. Relax. Let me make you feel good and make up for all the lost time, okay?”

And he beams when you don’t even resist in the slightest as he removes your clothing, as he hungrily explores every inch of you, calloused fingertips, lips, teeth, and tongue tracing every bit of you, tasting and feeling everything that’s been out of reach for so long. 

A victorious grin spreads across his face at the slight moan you try to quickly muffle as he drags a wet trail to your nipples, tongue lightly flicking the hardening bud before his lips swoop in and harshly suck. He groans as your hips instinctively buck when his hand begins to toy with your other nipple and he grinds his straining cock against you. 

But he lets out an irritated tsk as your hands feebly push at him, as your quivering voice begs him to stop, quickly silencing you with a rough twist of the nipple between his fingers and a feral warning look as he slides down his pants and boxers just enough for his throbbing cock to spring out. 

And he briefly relishes the way your watery eyes are suddenly captivated by the sight of his impressive length. A sick sense of pride bubbles in his chest at the way you nervously gulp when he lines himself up with your entrance. You barely even have time to blink before he’s brutally slamming himself to the hilt inside of you with one rough thrust. 

He hisses at how tight and warm you are, grits his teeth at the feeling of your nails clawing at his back and arms as he slams himself even deeper. Your pathetic cries make him even harder as you desperately scramble to accommodate his size. 

He drowns himself in the intoxicating feeling of your walls clamping down on him, the sound of your strangled voice screaming his name mixing with the clapping sound of skin meeting skin as he pistons in and out of you relentlessly, starting a brutal pace right from the start, ignoring the terror and hurt laced in your screams as he hones in on your sweet voice repeating his name over and over again, hones in on the fact that every ounce of your attention is on him, that he’s all you can think of and feel in the moment and he wishes this moment could last forever. 

But that’s impossible and he can feel his end approaching, his rhythm becoming erratic, his body tensing, and with a few more slams of his hips against yours, he’s spilling deep inside of you, moaning as he makes a mess of your insides, careful not to let even a single drop escape as he pulls out and quickly slips your panties back on you, trapping his essence inside of you. 

You’re still limp on the floor as he stands up, casually stretching his arms above his head with a yawn before tucking himself back into his pants, brushing himself off as he makes his way to his desk. And he hums as he turns on his computer, not even glancing at the pathetic sight you make, sprawled out, naked aside from the pair of panties he had generously helped you with, your face a mess of dried tears and saliva, your hair a tousled mess. 

But you flinch when he finally speaks as you muster the will to slowly dress yourself, the will to ignore the pounding ache and dripping mess between your legs, his carefree tone tearing your self-esteem to shreds as he just continues typing emails all the while. 

“Hurry up and get to work. That’s what you’re getting paid for after all. You can consider what just happened a perk of the job and I’ll be sure to give you a lot of extra bonuses while you’re with me. Looking forward to working together.” 

Bile rises in your throat at his flippant words and the flirtatious wink he sends your way. For a second you hesitate, staring longingly at the locked door. But even with your back turned to him, you can still feel his piercing gaze boring holes into your soul. You know deep down in your gut that his threat isn’t just empty words, that as hard as life is now, it would be complete and utter hell the moment you stepped out of his office without his permission. You know that in the end, you’d be left with no other option than to come crawling back to him, groveling for mercy when your bank account is running on less than empty, when you’re forced out onto the streets. 

So, as humiliating as it is, you limp over to the smaller desk situated in the corner of the office, every step a crushing blow to your self worth and pride, grimacing as you begin to feel something thick and sticky threaten to leak from between your thighs. And you obediently sit, blinking back the tears as you turn on your own company-issued laptop, shifting uncomfortably as your aching body comes in contact with the solid surface of your chair, raising the ringing phone to your ear. 

“This is Oikawa Tooru’s office. How may I help you?” 

[raindownforme]

He Doesn’t Understand

C!Charlie Slimecicle x reader [they/them used]

Slime ran his hands down the white shirt of his suit, pressing it flatter against his body. Quackity would be downstairs any minute now.

“Hey.” Quackity’s voice rang true as he descended into the room Slime slept in. He bounced up from his bed, running over to Quackity.

“Hi Quackity from Las Nevadas! I’m excited to do gambling!”

“No gambling today buddy.” Quackity chuckled a bit. “I’ve got another thing for you.”

“Oh?” Slime followed Quackity out of the base of the tower towards the entrance to the city Quackity had built. He watched as Quackity extended a hand to gesture off into the distance.

“Do you remember when I had you spy on Purpled?”

“Yes!”

“Good, because I need you to spy on someone else.”

“Okay Quackity from Las Nevadas!” Slime followed Quackity to the outskirts of the SMP. Quackity pointed out to him a lone brick house that sat atop a hill to the west of the community house. Smoke rose from the stone chimney and blew daintily over the landscape.

“That’s y/n. I need you to tell me what they do on day-to-day basis. I need to know where they go. Who they hang out with. Who they trade with.” Quackity turned his back to the SMP. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yes!” Quackity walked back to Las Nevadas, leaving the green man behind. Slime bounded over towards the hill. He found himself a vantage point, climbing to the top of a spruce tree to watch. He could see into the wide windows of the home, where someone was working over a crafting table.

Slime watched in confusion. y/n did perfectly normal things, shearing their sheep, tending to their farm, and mining in caves. There was nothing unusual about y/n, other than that they were new and made Slime feel… something? It was something he didn’t recognize. Some feeling that itched at his bones — if he had any to begin with — and tore at his heart. He felt warm all over and jittery. He knew he was happy, Quackity told him what happy was. But this was a different happy. It was new. So he kept watching. Slime spent his whole day watching y/n. Spying on them.

When night fell, Slime hurried back to Las Nevadas to meet with his best friend Quackity. He was waiting at the top of the tower that Slime slept under.

“Hey buddy!” Quackity sat at one of the tables. “How was your day?”

“It was good! I think I call it, happy?” Slime sat in the seat next to Quackity, folding his tie so it lay flat against his chest.

“Good good. Here eat this.” Slime took the plate of baked potatoes from Quackity and began to eat sloppily with his hands. He took the whole potato and placed it into his open mouth, letting his slime self absorb it fully. Quackity watched on in horror of Slime’s seemingly normal actions. “Okay. Did they do anything? Anything suspicious?”

“Nope. They didn’t talk to anyone or trade with anyone.” Charlie paused. He looked to his side out the tall windows, gazing out over Las Nevadas. “Why am I spying on them?”

“Because I need to know. They’re new. They’re… unpredictable.” Quackity cut into his dinner with his utensils. “Why don’t you go back tomorrow. Tell me what you see then.”

And he did. Slime went back for the next three days. He went back to the same tree for three days and watched as y/n tended to their crops and went mining and did other meaningless tasks. And every day he went back and told Quackity what had happened and what they had done. Nothing felt eventful about it to the Slime, only the fact that he couldn’t describe how he felt every day he went and watched.

On the fourth day, Slime made a mistake. He had walked up and climbed the tree, as per usual, and had waited and watched. But it had started to rain, and the branch he was sitting on had become slippery, and he fell. He fell all the way from the very top of the tree to the muddy earth below. He opened his eyes wide, hoping that y/n had somehow not seen, but they were standing directly over him.

“Bah!” Slime scrambled to his side, sitting up and leaning against the tree trunk. y/n stood before him, pointing a shovel tip towards his chest.

“Who are you?”

“I-“ He paused. His face felt unexplainable warm. “I’m a human being.”

“Sure.” y/n hesitantly drew back the iron shovel, planting the tip in the dirt. “I’m also human. My name is y/n.”

They knelt down in front of him, extending a hand for him to obviously shake. “DAP ME UP.”

y/n laughed at his outburst, and he felt star struck. Something about the way they laughed was enchanting. He couldn’t look away. “What’s your name buddy?”

He couldn’t think. Quackity had never given him a real name before other than Slime, but he supposed that was more his species. It might be more similar to calling a cat “cat” rather than fluffy or spots. “I don’t have one.”

“Oh. Okay. Why don’t you come inside with me?” y/n stood up, extending their hand again, and this time Slime put his own hand in it. y/n tugged him upright until he was standing, then pulled him inside. “Here. Take this.”

Slime studied the fabric he’d been handed. “A towel!”

“Yeah. Go ahead and dry off and then you can sit anywhere.” y/n turned their back to him as they rummaged through a series of cabinets that hung over their furnace. “Would you like anything to drink? Cocoa? Tea?”

“Cocoa?” Slime sat on a set of oak chairs. He wasn’t sure what cocoa was, but less than a minute later y/n returned with two cups of the piping hot liquid, one for him and one for them. He sipped from it, unsure of if he would enjoy it, but quickly found it to be one of the best things he’d ever drank. Slime chugged the whole mug, nearly slamming it back down on the table.

y/n bit back a grin. They hadn’t drank their cocoa yet, instead using it to warm their palms. “So, a name. I could pick one for you?”

“Yes!” He smiled widely, but he wasn’t sure why he was so eager.

“Okay. Lemme think; Westley, Taylor- no wait!” y/n snapped their fingers, smiling at slime. “Charlie! What about Charlie?”

“I can be Charlie!” Something about seeing y/n happy was euphoric. He wanted to be able to do it every day for ever and ever.

“Good! Well then, Charlie.” y/n released their grip on their mug ever so slightly. “Where are you from?”

“I live in a tower.” He felt as though he should be careful with what he said. Quackity hadn’t told him whether or not y/n was welcomed in Las Nevadas.

“That’s cool.” They sipped from the warm drink. “Do you know anyone else from around? I’ve only lived here a week now and you’re the first person I’ve talked to.”

“I am?” Charlie felt a bubble grow in his chest, but he wasn’t sure what kind of bubble.

“Yeah. I guess that means you’re my first ever friend doesn’t it?”

The term “friend” struck somewhere inside him. It was negative somehow. “Yeah! Friend!”

y/n glanced out towards the windows. “You don’t have anywhere to be do you? It’s almost sunset.”

“Oh. Oh I do!” Charlie stood from his seat. “I have to go home. It was nice meeting you.”

y/n waved as he ran out the door. “It was nice meeting you too. Come back tomorrow.”

And Charlie did. Charlie came back every day for the next week. He liked coming back and seeing y/n. y/n who taught him how to aim a bow. y/n who taught him how to fish. y/n who taught him how to grow carrots. y/n who taught him how to make paintings. y/n who taught him love.

Once when Charlie found himself visiting y/n, early in the morning before he left, Charlie had found himself in front of Foolish. He had walked over to ask the simple question.

“Slime, I think you love them.”

“Love?” He was confused. He hadn’t experienced the word before.

“Did you ever have something or someone you care about? More than you care about yourself?” He didn’t show any signs of recognition and Foolish sighed. “Do you want this person to be happy? So much so that you would do anything?”

“Yes!” He liked seeing y/n happy. He’d help them garden and pick their favorite flowers, and he always cherished the smile on their face.

“Buddy, you love them.” Foolish gave him a halfhearted smile before walking away.

He thought about this conversation on his way to y/n’s house. He paused his walk, one hill away, and looked out. It was earlier in the morning, but it was still the normal time for him to arrive at y/n’s house. He could turn back around. He hadn’t quite told Quackity the honest truth of him and y/n’s relationship. As far as Quackity knew, Slime came home every day and told him how y/n did nothing eventful and had no idea Slime or Quackity existed. Quackity also didn’t know that they called him Charlie, and that he loved the name with everything he had.

Charlie bent down on his knees, picking a flower from the grass, then made his way to y/n’s home.

“Charlie!” They threw open the front door upon seeing him through the window. They launched themselves at him, tackling him in a hug. “What do you want to do today? We could do anything!”

“Yeah!” Charlie wrapped one arm around y/n, the other holding the flower. “I brought you something!”

“You did?” y/n released him, still keeping a hand on his shoulder. “A flower! Aw, Charlie.”

Charlie beamed with pride as y/n gently took the flower from him and went inside to place it in a pot. “I also have something I should tell you.”

y/n returned outside, confusion etched into their face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Charlie felt nervous somehow. He looked down at his fingers. “I am not human. I didn’t want to lie.”

“Oh. I knew that.” He looked up to y/n. They were smiling softly as they leaned against the door frame. Charlie felt his face grow warm and he placed his hands over his cheeks. y/n walked towards him, taking his hands in theirs. “You came here without a name, with slime on your shoulders, and skin that’s sticky to the touch. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I don’t care. Im pretty sure half the people on this planet aren’t human.”

Charlie nodded, looking back up to y/n. “Are you human?”

“Yeah. I mean, as far as I know.” They shrugged, still smiling at him. Charlie felt light, like air. It was love wasn’t it. That’s what had been consuming him this whole time. What he’d been feeling every time he looked at y/n. Every time they spoke. Every time they did anything.

“I love you.”

“What?” y/n took a step back from Charlie, their hand still hovering near him. He felt his heart reach out for them.

“I love you. I talked to Foolish because I didn’t understand what I was feeling, and now I do! Because I love you. I have loved you since I first saw you.” Charlie smiled widely, proud of himself. He waited for y/n to say something, but they stood there in shock. “I thought I should be honest. Did I say something wrong?”

“No! No Charlie you didn’t.” y/n relaxed. They leaned forwards towards Charlie, now taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. Charlie held his breath, smiling as he stared at the hands. “I just want you to be sure that’s what you meant.”

“Yes! Yes it is.” y/n softly smiled, taking one hand and resting it on Charlie’s cheek, using their thumb to gently rub the skin. Charlie felt his face burn at the touch, but he leaned into it. y/n took their other hand out of Charlie’s grasp and placed it on his other cheek. They pulled him close, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. Charlie froze, lightly touching his hand to his lips. “Did you kiss me?”

“Is that alright?” y/n moved back, their hands sliding off his face. Charlie took his arms around y/n’s waist, pulling them into a tight hug. He put his forehead in the crook of their neck. y/n laughed lightly, pulling him closer again. “I love you too, Charlie.”

Charlie bent backwards, lifting y/n upwards. They laughed as Charlie spun them around. “I love you! I love you I love you I love you!”

“I love you to Charlie.”

He stopped, setting them back on their feet. y/n smiled wildly, breathless and love struck. “Can you kiss me again?”

y/n giggled, obliging to do so. They lightly kissed him on cheek, then his nose, his eyebrow, his chin, and anywhere else. They scattered kisses all across his face, avoiding his lips. “Is that what you meant?”

“No!” Charlie didn’t quite understand why they were laughing. He put his hand on their face, similar to what they had done, and firmly kissed them. He felt them relax under his touch, smiling into the contact.

Eventually y/n pulled away, needing to breath. They smiled at him and Charlie felt his face flush. “Was that your plan for today?”

Charlie relaxed his shoulders. “I didn’t have a plan.”

“Then come inside.”

y/n tugged Charlie into the home. The two spent the rest of the day together, baking cookies, reading stories, and doing any other odd tasks. The day soon came to an end, however, and Charlie had to leave.

“Come back tomorrow. Please.” y/n held his hand, keeping him later than he intended. It was nearly dark outside, and he was usually in Las Nevadas right now.

“I will.” Charlie quickly kissed y/n’s forehead and dashed off towards his country. He made it over the hills as quickly as possible, getting past the welcome sign before complete darkness fell, and racing up to the top of the tower.

Quackity stood pacing the railing. The dinner set out for the two had long gone cold by now. Quackity kept mumbling to himself, constantly fiddling with the end of his tie. Charlie walked over to his friend, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.

“Slime? Where the fuck were you? It’s been an hour. Jesus Christ I thought- where were you?”

“I was with y/n.”

“Right the spying. Listen I don’t think you should do that anymore.”

Charlie felt his heart shatter. “Why? I thought you wanted-?”

“I know what I wanted.” Quackity waved a hand at Charlie’s words. He overlooked the growing country, then turned back to Charlie. “They’re not a threat to us, they can’t help us in any way, and I don’t want you disappearing again.”

“But I-“ Charlie stopped himself, unsure of how to speak his mind. “I want to go back.”

“Why? It’s just y/n.”

“It is them. Its y/n.”

Quackity looked at him incredulously. “Did you talk to y/n? Buddy I told you not to- for how long? How long has this been happening?”

“I talked to Foolish-“

“Foolish knew?” Quackity was activated. He rolled up his sleeves. “Buddy you got lucky with Purpled, not everyone’s like that. You’re gonna get hurt.”

“y/n wouldn’t hurt me. They love me.”

“And how are you so sure?”

“Because I love them.”

Quackity scoffed, resting his hands on his hips. “You don’t know what love is. You’re not even a person you’re- you’re a slime. You said it yourself.”

“Was Sapnap a person?”

Charlie watched Quackity freeze. He lowered his hands to his side in clenched fists as a sneer grew on his face. “What did you say?”

“You said I’m not a person. Was Sapnap? Was Karl?”

“You don’t get to fucking talk about them.” Quackity moved towards him. “You don’t get to even fucking think about them.”

“Then why am I different? Why is y/n different?”

“Because-“ Quackity bit back what he wanted to say.

“Quackity. What’s my name.”

“You have a name. I call you Slime. I call you buddy. That’s what everyone calls you.”

“y/n gave me a name. They call me Charlie.”

“Charlie? What and you like it? Some basic-ass name?”

“It’s MY basic-ass name!”

“Jesus christ.” Quackity sighed, rubbing at his temple with his fingers. “You’re not going back.”

Charlie tilted his head. “Why?”

“Because I don’t know them! You don’t know anyone other than the people who live here and you’re just out there in love with a stranger. I feel responsible for you, Slime.”

“It’s Charlie.”

“Okay, Charlie, I’m responsible for you. So you’re not going back. No negotiation. Got that?”

Charlie paused. He looked out over the Las Nevadas skyline, then back to Quackity with a smile. “I think you’d like them.”

“Yeah. Sure I’ll see you in the morning bud.”

Charlie watched Quackity walk towards the center of the tower, dropping downwards towards the ground. Charlie went to follow but stopped. He stared at the plates of cold food left behind. Both untouched.

———

Charlie woke up quickly. Everything around him was quiet and cold, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was morning. Charlie rose from his bed and made his way to the top of his stair case. He looked out to see the sun was still rising over the horizon, painting Las Nevadas in golden light. The fountain bubbled as Charlie walked towards it. The lights inside seemed beautiful.

Charlie didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why Quackity wouldn’t let him see y/n. y/n was nice. y/n made him hot cocoa and told him stories and taught him so many things. And y/n was so pretty. y/n made Charlie feel loved. Like he was important. Like he was floating to the heavens. y/n made Charlie happy! And he wanted Quackity to be happy. Would he be happy if he met y/n?

Charlie shook his head. Quackity seemed upset last night. He wanted Quackity to be happy, but not the way that y/n made him happy. He wasn’t sure what to call it.

Charlie looked back to the tall, white casino. In an hour, Quackity would wake up and leave, coming to wake Charlie, but in less than a minute Charlie made his own decision. He turned away from the casino and proudly walked out of Las Nevadas.

He walked all the way to y/n’s house. When he arrived, the sun had barely moved, and he could see the same golden light illuminating the front windows of y/n’s house. Charlie clumsily knocked on their front door.

“Hello?” y/n slowly opened the door. Their eyes were closed and their hair stuck out different ways. Their pajamas loosely hung off their body as they slumped against the door frame. Charlie’s heart swelled. They were adorable.

Charlie rushed forwards to pick them up, wrapping them in a hug as he swept them back inside. “y/n!”

“G’morning Charlie.” y/n mumbled as they leaned back into his shoulder. “It’s early. You know that right?”

Charlie shrugged, setting them down and stepping back to make sure the door closed. “I wanted to be here.”

“Fine. But I’m going back to sleep.” Charlie watched y/n tread down a hallway, and he followed. They led him to a room with a large plush bed and they flipped into it, rolling to the side. They smiled at Charlie, looking at him standing in the door way. “I’m gonna sleep. Would you also like to lay down?”

Awkwardly, Charlie sat on the edge of the bed. He fell backwards into it, letting the softness consume him. He turned his head upwards, looking at y/n as they giggled. They stretched a hand towards him, enveloping his own hand. “This is nice.”

“Good. Goodnight. Love you.”

Charlie shivered, the unfamiliar words sending ripples over his skin. “I love you too.”

———

Charlie woke up in a weird mood. The bed was empty, and the house was noisy. It sounded like talking, between two different voices he knew really well.

Charlie walked quickly to the main room of y/n’s house. They stood in the door, still wearing pajamas, facing Quackity as he stood in the door. Quackity spotted Charlie almost immediately.

“Slime. Buddy.” Quackity tried to shove y/n aside, but they grabbed him by the shirt collar and slammed his against the wall.

y/n turned around, looking at Charlie. “You know him?” Charlie nodded, and y/n let go, allowing him to approach Charlie.

“It’s time to go man.” Quackity very lightly gripped the hilt of the sword that rested on his hip. “I told you.”

“But I-“ Charlie looked at y/n with pleading eyes. “I don’t want to go.”-

“He doesn’t have to go anywhere he doesn’t want to.” y/n side stepped between Quackity and Charlie. “He can make his own decisions.”

“This isn’t about you.”

“You’re in my house you’ll fucking listen to me.” Charlie took note of the small kitchen knife in their hand, concealed away from Quackity’s vision. “Charlie can decide for himself.”

Quackity sneered at them. “Would you shut up? This isn’t any of your fucking business. He’s my fucking friend and we’re going back to my fucking country that you’re not fucking part of. Charlie.” He looked over at the boy. “I mean- Shit. Slime. We’re going.”

“No.” Charlie stepped back. “My name is Charlie. I’m staying here. I want to stay here.”

“God you don’t— that’s not—“ Quackity sighed, running his hands over his head. “Fine. Great that’s awesome. You know what? Just don’t come back when this whole charade is over, because there won’t be a place for you.”

Quackity slammed the door shut on his way out. y/n turned to Charlie, loosing the tight grip on the knife. “You don’t have to stay. He’s your friend.”

“I’ve seen this place. I don’t think he should talk to me like that.” Charlie tapped at his cheek with his fingers. Water was falling from his eyes and setting his skin. He kept wiping at it , desperately trying to be rid of the water, until y/n took his hands away. They wrapped their arms over the tops of his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. “I don’t- I don’t understand it won’t stop. I don’t understand.”

y/n didn’t say anything. They simply threaded their fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, doing their best to comfort him.

The house was quiet.

[kaorisun]

keep your distance

pairing : diluc ragnvindr x bard! reader

tags : gender neutral reader, angst, hurt no comfort

author’s note : my very first fic i ever posted on here! looking back makes me nostalgic <3

Diluc Ragnvindr lived through many things in his life. Loss, pain, grief, revenge— just about every negative emotion he could imagine, he’s experienced. That being said, it’s caused him to become a black sheep among pyro users. Unlike the joyous Klee, or the outgoing, overly optimistic adventurer, Bennett— Diluc never set himself up to allow for any disappointment or loss. He’s lost too much and at this point, he feels as if he knows better.

This mindset is the exact reason he refuses to repair his relationship with Kaeya, or why he’s even hesitant around the traveler that came by every so often— he was afraid of losing the things he cherished. The relationships he held dear to him often shattered at his touch, and it was something he could not bring himself to forget. Perhaps, this was the more metaphorical reason for his gloves.

However, keeping his distance wasn’t always easy. Bartending at Angel’s Share meant frequent interaction with the people he tried so desperately to keep at a distance. What he hadn’t expected, however, was to meet someone persistent enough to attempt to break down the obvious walls he built around himself. (y/n). That was their name, if he recalled correctly.

They were a bard— however, a bard unlike Venti, or the six-fingered man who came to the tavern so often— no, (y/n) wasn’t optimistic without a care in the world. They took their music rather seriously, a contrast from what he was used to seeing in typical bards. (y/n)‘s song choice was always something with a more solemn, gloomy nature to it, and Diluc couldn’t help but be entranced every time they so gracefully played their melodies on their lyre. It was music that resonated with a part of himself deep within his soul, a sense of loss and pain that he could truly understand, and that he felt understood him just as well.

Despite this, the bard never once let slip as to the reasoning behind such music. Every question of their musical inspiration was brushed off, or answered vaguely with something along the lines of “I simply play what resonates with me.”

These were frequent conversations that he overheard at the tavern, and even once had asked the bard himself, but simply got a just as vague answer. (y/n) was very honest and straightforward with Diluc, blatantly stating that they were more interested in getting to know Mondstadt’s Wine Industry head himself, their persistence showing clearly, however, Diluc found it strange that they never seemed to allow any conversation that involved their own background. Not that he minded much, anyways.

After a while, he’d grown to enjoy the bard’s company so frequently. Every night, they would come in, strum and sing a tune or two, then sit at the bar to converse with Diluc.

As per any other night, the bard is right where expected. However, Diluc wasn’t working, instead taking up the seat next to the bard while Charles took post as bartender for the night. As much as Diluc hated to admit, he’d grown to care for the bard quite deeply, in a way he couldn’t place. Or perhaps, he knew exactly what it was, and simply refused to acknowledge it, not that his bard friend seemed to mind, anyway.

Lately though, (y/n) had seemed increasingly distant. Of course, it’d be hypocritical for him to say it bothered him. He kept people at arms length due to his own fear. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to say that he didn’t care when it was quite the opposite. He was worried. He was unsure how to express that though.

“You seem to be in your head more and more, Diluc. Care to enlighten me?” (y/n) asked with a small, curious smile. Diluc snapped out of his thoughts and let out a quiet sigh before shaking his head.

“It’s nothing to be concerned with. Just thinking about things regarding the business, shipments.” Diluc commented, earning a small hum from the bard.

“Running the wine industry must be tiring. Especially when you can’t stand the stuff.” They started, before pausing and placing their drink down.

“Diluc. Have you ever thought about leaving Mondstadt? Not like a getaway, I mean uprooting entirely and leaving.” The bard questioned, a distant, almost wistful look present in their eyes. Diluc raised a brow before looking at them.

“I have. After a few… losses in my family, I left Mondstadt. I came back, though. Since then, I can’t say I’ve ever considered leaving again. Especially a permanent move. I’m comfortable with my life here.” Diluc responded honestly.

“Why? Has leaving been on your mind?” He asked, a slight strain in his voice. He’d gotten used to this routine with the bard, and though he’d never want to stop him, he’d be upset to see them leave after so long. The bard went quiet before averting their gaze, nodding.

“Don’t get me wrong. I love this city, the freedom, the bustling city, the people. It’s all lovely, but there are memories here that I don’t wish to carry any longer. And there are other nations out there I want to experience. I feel as if I’m missing out on so much life that’s out there, beyond this nation.” (y/n) explained, a longing look in their eyes. Diluc was quick to recognize it as loss, regret, pain. Feelings he knew all too well.

“Why haven’t you left sooner? If your music says anything about how you feel, you seem miserable here. Why stick around?” Diluc asked, a concerned expression fixed upon his face. The bard paused, looked at him, and contemplated for a moment before hesitantly reaching over and gently interlocking their hands in his own. His eyes widened softly before he looked back at them.

“There are certain people here that make it worth while. Despite what my music may express, I’m always happy when I get to end my days talking with you at the bar. I’ve always found you interesting, even before I started talking to you every night.” They admitted, a soft smile adorning their features. Their grip tightened slightly as their expression slowly fell, crestfallen.

“But… you always seemed so far, Diluc. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I talked to you, the wall around you is solid. I know I made progress considering you don’t brush me off, but I feel like I hardly know anything about you, aside from your name and your job. And I suppose I can’t be mad— I haven’t said much about myself either, but… it’s not without reason. I know you must have your reasons too. Kaeya told me as much. But it feels like you don’t trust me even with the little things. I share my emotions with you through my music, on a day to day basis. But you’re always so stoic towards me.” (y/n) murmured. Diluc was speechless, he understood the nuances in the bard’s music so well, felt as if he understood their emotions so deeply, but he’d never cared to express as much. A fault he’s only now coming to realize. He turned his gaze downward and gripped the other’s fingers a bit tighter, a silent plea to not let go, a gesture he hoped expressed how he felt. The bard gave a sad smile, giving one last squeeze before releasing his hand. Diluc looked at them before finally speaking up.

“I… I really like you. I’m sorry, it’s definitely about due time I said that clearly to you. I really enjoy your company, and having you around is comforting. I know I’m not as… expressive as most people. I don’t ask for anything and find it troublesome to do so. I apologize for making you believe I wasn’t interested in you, (y/n).” Diluc spoke, choosing his words carefully as to ensure he was as clear as possible. The bard nodded as he listened to his words before meeting his eyes.

“Would it trouble you too much… if you asked me to stay?” The bard asked in a soft whisper, wanting to keep the conversation as private as they could within the tavern. Diluc felt his heart wrench, he wanted so badly to ask them to stay— to ask them to play music for him every night, to accompany him in life, however, the shattering images of his brother— his father— flashed through his mind and he felt the words get caught in his throat. Asking them to stay felt too selfish. With how miserable they looked in Mondstadt, with how much he could tell that they longed for new experiences, he knew that the real mercy was letting them go. He suddenly felt as if he understood the underlying meaning behind the question, and let out a quiet sigh.

“You know I can’t, (y/n). You don’t want to be here. I want you to stay, I do, but I can’t force that upon you. And I also know that I cannot join you. I have unfinished business still left for me in Mondstadt. I cannot leave, and you cannot stay.” Diluc explained in a steady, yet saddened tone. The bard gave a knowing smile, upset, but relieved. He understood fully now, just as he did with their music, he understood their actions.

They didn’t want to leave with any regrets, and didn’t want to leave anything unsaid.

“That’s what I was expecting… you’ve always been so selfless, Master Diluc.” They said, a light teasing tone in their voice in attempt to mask the onset of tears and shakiness. Diluc gave a soft smile, reaching over and gently brushing away the tears that had fallen from their eyes.

“Would you allow me to be selfish, just for a moment?” Diluc asked in a whisper. The bard gave a nod in response, looking at him with expecting eyes. He leaned in, softly locking his lips with theirs in a gentle kiss, expressing all he had felt in the small gesture. The bard tensed, before relaxing into the kiss and returning it.

After a few moments, they both pulled away. As much as Diluc didn’t want to, wishing he could treasure the moment forever, he knew he couldn’t avoid the inevitable.

“Is this goodbye?” Diluc asked, leaning in closer towards the other. They smiled, shaking their head as they stood up, enveloping the other in a tight embrace.

“No. Simply a ‘see you again soon.’ I’ll be back here someday, and I hope you’ll be around to say hello. Don’t wait for me though, you hear? I don’t know when I’ll be back, I don’t want to keep you waiting.” The bard said with a gentle smile before pulling away. Diluc chuckled and nodded. Easier said than done, he thought, but he would do whatever they wanted to make them happy.

“Promise me you’ll stay safe, (y/n). I’ve lost so much. Even if you’re far away, I don’t want to lose you too.” Diluc pleaded in a gentle tone. The bard gave a smile before nodding. They hesitantly pulled away, grabbing their lyre off the bar before slowly heading towards the door.

“I’ll stay safe, Diluc. After all, I have Celestia’s favor. I’ll be just fine.” They said with a smile and one last longing look before they turned their back to the other and the door to Angel’s Share rang, announcing their official departure from the tavern, and from Mondstadt as a whole.

And as Diluc watched them leave, for the first time, he didn’t feel as if he lost anything, as no matter where the bard was, they were still out there, and the moments they shared all positive. There was no death, no lies, no deceit— just two people who had the pleasure of the company of the other.

—

At least, that’s what he had so foolishly allowed himself to believe, and my, what an idiot he had been. Though he was used to it at this point. Loss was nothing new to him,

And if anyone asked about the beautiful lyre hung up above the bar in Angel’s Share, he’d simply give a solemn smile and give the same response every time.

“A gift from someone I should’ve asked to stay.”

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (1)

》 News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right? 《

pairings: john kramer!taehyung x female reader

warnings: dark themes, angst, yandere, murder, torture, self harm, suicide, stalking etc.... (will add more when i know lol) although it is rather innocent in the first couple chapters(?) so idk it could be slow burn but i guess we’ll find out as i write it >< ,, it’s my version of saw if saw was a fucked up love story lol. Please don’t read if any of the topics mentioned trigger you!! 18+

this fic is exactly that, fiction!!!! the au does not represent the characters mentioned irl......

synopsis: you end up lost on the other side of town, where you cross paths with a handsome stranger, kim taehyung, only.... are you a stranger to him?

[a/n: daffodils represent; love me, sympathy, desire and affection returned...]

word count: 3k

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part two

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Hiding behind a mask was something you were accustomed to. Your friend group and family were clueless to the torment you endured from simply existing. You were confident your masking had convinced the world you were happy with yourself. Unbeknown to you, one other person saw straight through your façade.

You wanted to end your life.

He needed you to cherish your life.

Nothing looked familiar. The café you frequented was nowhere to be found. Your usual hangout was most definitely not on the side of town you found yourself in. You felt anxiety slowly curl its way around your body, you were frigid. You tried and tried but couldn’t find it in yourself to run.

You lived in the more friendly part of town (so to speak) – where houses were colourful, gardens pristine, warm-hearted neighbours who would treat you like family and white picket fences are what surrounded you. That was your norm, sure, you weren’t exactly loaded but you weren’t exactly poor either. It was a healthy balance in the middle. That’s not to say you hadn’t lived or seen this side of town before.

Your Mother and Father had grown up on this side of the fence. Two young people brought up in the rougher, more unfortunate areas. Your Mother was tough; she looked like a naïve, weak girl, albeit that was not the case. She was strong willed, used to life on the streets and doing anything she could to get money to make sure there was at least some food on the table. While your Mum was the leader, your Dad was more of a sheep. He was easily influenced and was dragged into the wrong crowd (had his fair share with drugs and street racing). That was their life for a few years till they crossed paths and your Mum helped your Dad get back on the right track.

They didn’t tell you much about their childhood and adolescence but they told you enough to make you appreciate what you have and to always work hard for it. To stick with the right people, be wise and conscious of your decisions. Be kind to those around you.

Your family owned a garage; your Dad was the head mechanic. This was the sole reason you were here. You knew it wouldn’t be simple when you agreed to go to this side of town to get a few bits for your Father’s shop. However, you didn’t expect it to be this difficult. How could you be so stupid? Why didn’t you just ask Hoseok and Yoongi to come with you like your father told you to? Or at least tell them where you were… yet you decided today of all days to be stubborn and venture on yourself, knowing full well how unsafe the area was. There were rundown businesses on either side of the road, beggars at every doorstep; drug dealings happening in broad daylight, no one even trying to hide it.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you took it out and sighed a breath of relief once you’d read the texts.

14:37— From Papa: U ok munchkin ??? Did u get the stuff ?

14:39— From Papa: its ok if u didnt. Yoongs rang said hes got majority this morning lol so be safe n get home soon . Love u

14:40— To Papa: ohhh ok pops, i couldn’t find the shop anyway lol i’ll head back soon, love u too x

*LOW BATTERY*

“Fuck, trust me to forget to charge the bastard.” You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the phone back in your pocket.

Muffled shouting was heard around you. People ran across the street, bumping into you as they ran past. You gathered yourself and moved further down the path. “Great!” you exasperated, “honestly I’m so fucking stupid! Yoongi’s gonna kill me for this, I knew, I knew I should’ve told him I was coming over here but no,” your head was hung low as you dragged your feet across the pavement, “maybe I could tell Hobi, he wouldn’t be as angry right? I’m sure he’ll come,“ A sudden scream ripped you out of your chuntering. You whipped your head to the right, you could make out some figures bustling about in front of you, a group of men were quite clearly fighting… your anxiety struck you and you held your breath as you saw a man pull a knife from the waistband of his sweatpants. All thoughts and common sense seemed to leave all at once. Statue like, feet stuck to the ground. You watched on as the group rushed towards the brown haired man, you scanned his figure: tall, broad, confident… he exuded an intimidating aura even when you were this far away from him.

How could someone be so sure of themselves? It was one against five, surely the loner had no chance?

The glistening of the knife brought you back to your senses. Fucking hell. How do you always end up in these situations when you’re alone? Why me? Why? Good Lord, I need to run. Just as you were about to leave, the group who were arguing charged past you; one gripped his side as another supported his weight. Holy fuck, did he stab him? you stood frozen, yet again, your mind raced a mile a minute. Panic bubbled in your chest.

“You okay there Doll?” His voice was deep, velvet-like. It flowed so smoothly you doubted it was real, it was so soothing like it had wrapped itself around you, embracing your body. You heard his footsteps before he planted himself beside you. His shoulder reached the top of your head, his hand brushed yours. Swallowing your nerves you dared a glance up. He was fucking breath-taking, like a fallen angel. The stranger shot you a small smile that you would’ve easily missed had you not been staring at his features… a blush crept up your neck as you nodded. His smile slowly twisted into a smirk.

Cute, Taehyung thought to himself. Couldn’t help but adore the way you slightly trembled under his gaze, the way your hands gripped and twisted your sweater paws. Almost like a puppy. He cleared his throat and reached his hand to yours, “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Taehyung.” you took his hand into yours, apprehensively you greeted him, “I’m Y/N.”

“Ah, Y/N. I haven’t seen you round here before, you new or something?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side, his eyes seemed to stare right through you.

“Uhm, I don’t live here. I live over the other part of Town… I was just grabbing some stuff for my Dad but, my phones about to die. I have no idea where I am or how to get home, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t see anything!” a deep chuckle cut you off, Taehyung smiled and beckoned you to follow him.

“Come on Y/N, you’re not suited for this side of Town, I’ll walk you back. A pretty little thing like you, you’re easy prey to these guys.” your feet fell into a cautious pace behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, “hurry up Buttercup, I don’t bite.” Taehyung flashed a boxy grin in your direction, which caused you to speed up ever so slightly.

You were unsure how you felt about letting a complete stranger walk you home, Yoongi would definitely kill you for this. Especially with the recent news of some serial killer named ‘Jigsaw’, Yoongi and Hoseok had been very stern and their usual, overprotective selves when the news had broken out. “It’s on every headline Y/Nie! No more leaving the house on yourself, you need to go anywhere you ring either of us. Got it? Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know either. There’s some dodgy fucks about recently.” Although, you loved them dearly, sometimes their protectiveness was a...little overbearing. You already felt suffocated from your parents (you didn’t need it from your best friends as well). They were happy and believed you to be too; but that was exhausting, faking happiness. You had a constant façade, acted like a happy normal teenager with a happy family; when that was far from the truth.

Drowning. That’s how you’d explain the way you felt. Breathing was difficult and brought you more pain than it was worth. Growing up was tedious, you had grown differently to your peers which only brought ridicule and embarrassment for you. You had struggled with your speech (sometimes you still do), you often stuttered, mispronounced words, the list was endless. That was one of the first reasons you were a castaway. As you grew, the ridicule worsened. Verbal abuse turned physical from your classmates. They made you feel like you were a waste of space. The names they called you, you soon started to believe them. Ugly. Weird. Freak. Stupid. They took root in your brain, slowly they grew and grew till your head was overgrown with twisted, rotten weeds.

Eventually, you sought comfort in blood. You didn’t care that it hurt you; you were almost happy to feel pain. Like you deserved to.

By age 14, you had started to skip school. Only ever there for exams and a couple of art classes you had with Jeongguk. He was what you would’ve called a best friend, he supported you and was by your side till you left school. He went away to college and like always with school friends, you drifted apart. Nevertheless, he still texts you now and then to check in.

Although you were (once) close with Jeongguk. He never knew of your inner demons, the same with Yoongi and Hoseok. You didn’t want to feel like a burden and worry your friends when they had shit to worry about themselves.

Why devastate flowers that flourish beautifully with weeds that manage to twist their way around every crack?

You had walked for a few minutes now, having chatted absentmindedly about anything and everything. The roads still didn’t look familiar to you and you just wished they did, you didn’t want to be away from your home any longer, your feet were starting to ache, your phone was on 10% battery and it was fucking cold. You just wanted to be back in bed tucked up watching Lady and the Tramp or 101 Dalmatians for the millionth time. You felt safe and content when you indulged in your comfort films. Far away from the real world and wrapped up in the false reality. They easily distracted you and that's when you truly felt at peace. Your mind was always too busy thinking about how cute it was when Tramp calls Lady, Pidge or how in love Pongo and Perdy were.

Majority of the time you fantasised about having a love similar, but then again, why would you wanna make yourself vulnerable like that? Is the risk of being hurt (more than you are now) any good? Of course it’s not. Fuck that, life isn’t nothing like those shitty romance films or novels… It’s real and painful.

As you and Taehyung rounded the corner, a little cafe caught your eye, a dainty blue and pink building. Fairy Lights strung up around the windows, you could see a handful of people inside, busy sipping their drinks and chatting away to one another. ‘Aroma Mocha’ hung above the doors. It looked so cute and simple. Your previous thoughts left your mind as quick as they had come. You wanted to go inside, it had an enticing atmosphere.

Taehyung hadn’t realised you’d stopped walking until he couldn’t hear the soft thud of your footsteps behind him, he turned as he called out to you, your eyes still fixed on the cafe. He chuckled to himself, “Fucking adorable, like a kid at christmas,” he walked back over to you. “Hey Doll, you wanna go in?” He felt his heart quicken when you looked at him with those pretty eyes, “We’ve plenty of time to get you back before it’s dark angel.” You answered him with a nod as you turned your head from Taehyung to look back at the alluring little cafe.

Not a second had passed before Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you across the road to the entrance; you ignored the warmth of his hand as it intertwined with yours; you ignored the way your tummy erupted with butterflies. Taehyung had stopped to hold the door for you, you murmured a small, “thank you,” looking up at him, the heat that crept up your cheeks making your face resemble that of a doll’s he thought to himself. Once he ushered you fully inside, he placed his hand to rest on the curve of your waist as he guided you to the back corner of the room, where a quaint table for two was unoccupied, a little pot of Daffodils sat atop. How fitting...

Taehyung was quick to pull the chair out for you to take a seat, you pulled it in as you sat down and sent a shy smile his way, “I’m sorry, I know we just met Taehyung but this place is so fucking precious! I hope I’m not bothering you, if I am we can just carry on walking or, I could ring a Taxi? Is this weird? Oh god, I can’t believe--”, Taehyung threw his head back as he laughed, a sound that seemed to wrap its way around your soul, twisting around your heart in the nicest of ways, it was almost like a killer to the weeds taking over your body. A temporary release. You felt like you could really breathe in those short seconds of his laughter.

“Angel, if you were bothering me, I’d have kept on walking. That, or I would’ve called you a Taxi myself, it’s no problem honestly.” You ducked your head as he sent a wink your way, fuck sake Y/N get it together! Why are you acting like a fucking schoolgirl?

“Well I uh, appreciate it so, yeah thank you?” You don’t know what to do, you’re here with the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid your eyes on… yet you have no clue if what you saw was real, did Taehyung stab someone? Could someone have had the knife who wasn’t Taehyung? Was he even the person you saw in that altercation? Did you imagine everything that had gone off?

Before you had chance to overthink it, a light bubbly voice greeted your ears, “Hi! Welcome to Aroma Mocha, I’m Jimin and I’ll be your server today. Is there anything I can get you?” Jimin held his gaze on you as he flashed you a friendly smile, Taehyung turned around at the sound of his best friend, “Oh, Tae! I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what are you doing here? And who’s this pretty little lady?”

“This is Y/Nie, she was in the neighbourhood so we thought we’d nip in for something to drink before I take her back to hers.” you sent a warm smile to Jimin which he gladly returned, “I’ll have my usual and can you get Y/Nie a Strawberry Iced Tea? Thanks man.”

Once Jimin had disappeared to make your drinks, you shot your eyes to Taehyung, “Uhm, how’d you know I like Strawberry Iced Tea?” Taehyung didn’t even look in your direction as he scrolled through his phone, eyes glued to the screen. A minute passed by and he’d still not acknowledged your question so you let it slide, it wasn’t that big of a deal right? Your mind drifted. Your fingers rested atop of your lap, hidden from the sight of onlookers, picking around your nails as anxiety flooded your body. You felt like you were about to suffocate. You shouldn’t be talking to anyone, you shouldn’t let anyone close. You were only going to fuck everything up in a heartbeat. It’s only natural. Self deprecating thoughts devoured and made their way through your veins, poisoning yourself further; your whole body felt as though it was alight.

Jimin brought you your drinks, placed them carefully in front of the pair of you as you both said your thanks.

The click of Taehyung’s phone being locked and the clearing of his throat brought you back to your senses. “The drink I ordered for you is popular here so, I assumed you’d like to try it. You wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” your eyes shot up to meet his, your head tilted a little to the left as your tongue wet your lip, so puppy like...

You stared incredulously, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Taehyung.” You leant forward slightly as you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a sip.

Taehyung saw the way you sucked your drink up through your straw, his eyes darkened. Thankful to have worn sweatpants that day, he shifted himself discreetly, “I’m not stupid Angel, I know what you’re doing under the table. I’m here, so talk to me. I’ll listen to whatever you gotta say.”

You stuttered as you wracked your brain for something to say, “I-I only met you like forty minutes ago, I don’t even tell my friends what’s wrong. Not that there is, everything’s fine.”

You met me just short of an hour ago, he thought to himself, “You don’t have to lie to me Y/Nie…” he grabbed your hands that were laid near the cup of your Iced Tea. His thumb rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. You looked small and fragile, like the Daffodils on the table; one little pluck and you’d be ruined. He wouldn’t admit it to you just yet but, Taehyung fucking loved how delicate you seemed as you sat across from him.

How easy it would be to take your life away. How easy it’d be to pull those weeds up that are poisoning you, torturing you every single day. He shook his head, as he cleared those thoughts. No, only Y/N can make that decision. I’m just going to help her choose.

Live or Die.

You visibly winced, “You don’t know me. Think whatever the fuck you want about me, it doesn’t matter.” your eyes flashed hurt as you went back to picking your skin. You knew it, this whole encounter was too good to be true. A complete stranger (well acquaintance technically) had just presumed shit about you, the fact he was right is what hurt more. You didn’t want anyone to know how you were feeling. Or how you were dealing with it.

You couldn’t exactly tell him to piss off, you still needed his help home and so you tried to distract yourself from the unsettling gaze that watched your every move. You let out a breath as Taehyung went back to his phone. Your eyes drifted as you picked up the local Newspaper, your eyes skimmed over the headline, ‘Jigsaw Traps Continue’. Taehyung noticed you staring at the front page, and chuckled, “you scared of Jigsaw Angel?”

You shook your head, why would you be scared of some nutjob who’s targeted criminals and drug dealers? You’re a nobody. “Of some psychopathic puppet?” if anyone did anything to you that would threaten your life, it would be you. Taehyung just laughed in return as you skipped the article and skim-read the other pointless stories.

You were fucking clueless as to who he was while he knew every little thing about you. He had watched you for months… His precious little Y/Nie… Oh how silly you were, taking your life for granted.

You hated yourself that much, you were willingly marking yourself up. Tainting your skin… oh your skin, how fucking beautiful and soft it looked, even with all the scars it still looked perfect… Taehyung wanted nothing more than to whisk you away and lock you inside with him. Forever. He didn’t want anyone touching what was his.

He knew you wore a mask when in public, too afraid to show your real self. Little did you know, he wore a mask himself...only he wore it to better other people.

He had a plan.

And you’d soon find out.

Let the games begin.

[ray-ray-writings]

Butchered Plans-Technoblade

#113 from this prompt list. Check out my masterlist here! 

This is a Technoblade x GN reader!

This will not really follow what actually happened in the dreamsmp roleplay but I hope you enjoy it all the same! 

Y/N finds out about the Butcher Army and attempts to put a stop to their plan. 

Y/N’s POV

L’Manberg was quiet today… Too quiet. I hadn’t seen Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, Ranboo, Ghostbur or Philza around all day. Ever since Tommy’s exile I was sure that I spoke to each of them at least once a day for 15 minutes or longer. Tommy was ripped away from me, from L’Manberg and I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to the boy that had become my brother. I had no idea the debate that raged on between the boys and Dream and by the time I was clued in it was too late. He was gone. 

I sighed as I strolled down Prime Path, heading toward the new L’Manberg. I kept my eyes peeled, looking for a sign of any movement. Any life. Anyone. Suddenly, a tall tower I had never seen before was in the center of the square caught my eye. “What the-” I muttered, jogging toward it. As I got closer, I began to hear voices. I caught a glimpse of Carl tied to a post and I broke in a full sprint. 

Well I found the boys I had been looking for all day. Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, and Ranboo stood on the outer edges of the stage dressed in bloody aprons. Philza stood outside his front door, watching what was happening. Ghostbur stood off to the side of the stage with a blue sheep. There was one more person that was standing on the stage. Technoblade. 

Technoblade and I have had an interesting relationship ever since he joined the server. I had been really good friends with his brothers and when they were banished from L’Manberg, it broke my heart. I spent a lot of time giving them supplies and intel about the things that were happening under Schlatt’s control. Wherever I would visit them, Techno would always throw flirty remarks my way, leaving me flustered. One time I decided to throw one back at his, causing him to blush like crazy. The next time I went over, Techno asked me on a date. I accepted, of course and ever since then the two of us had been a couple.

I stood by him through a lot of important events. I helped raise Carl. I helped him farm wither skulls. I had been there with him when he spawned the withers and blew up L’Manberg. He and I spent many days looking for a place to build his “retirement” home and then many days then building said house. We spent a lot of time together and I really did love him.  

“What the hell is going on here?!” I demanded as I stomped on the stage. All eyes snapped to me as I stood there, fuming on the stage. “Y/N” Tubbo began nervously, “You shouldn’t be here. Quackity, I thought you took care of them!” he hissed to his partner in crime. Quackity rubbed the back of his neck, “Oops. I guess I forgot.” I crossed my arms across my chest and glowered at the four boys. “That doesn’t answer my question of what is going on here.” I hissed out. Tubbo cleared his throat and nervously looked to his feet. “An execution…” He whispered. I was silent as I soaked up Tubbo’s words. “We made a list. A list of people that threaten the peace of L’Manberg. Techno is on that list and then to make sure we have that peace, he must die.” Tubbo finished. 

I stared at him with an eyebrow raised. “Really? You think that this is going to solve your problems?” I questioned, “You know he has all of his cannon lives. If he dies, when he comes back you’re going to have to pay full price for what you did to him… You really think this is a smart play.” Tubbo gave me a half shrug while the other three stared at each other. “He had to pay for what he’s done,” Fundy spoke up. I let out a laugh and shook my head, “He did exactly what he told you he was going to do. You knew how much he hates governments and yet you literally formed one in front of him… If anything it’s your own fault.” I informed them with a shrug. 

I brushed past Tubbo and made my way to the cage that sat in the middle of the stage, the two right next to it. “Hey there.” I greeted my partner with a smile. Techno mirrored my smile as he gave me a small wave, “Fancy seeing you here. Whatcha doing?” I asked, swinging my bag off my shoulder, looking for my pickaxe. “Oh, you know… Being executed.” He claimed nonchalantly. I giggled at his casualness as I brought my pick out of my bag. I was about to swing my pick to break the iron lock that kept my boyfriend contained in a one by one block, but a hand landed on my shoulder stopping my motions. 

“Y/N! You can’t do this! We, the Butcher Army, have made a decision! He must die!” Tubbo whined. I rolled my eyes and pushed his hand off of my shoulder, “I know that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” I announced turning back to the cage that housed my boyfriend. I brought my pick up and swung at the iron lock, instantly breaking it causing the cell door to swing open. “NOOOOOO!” The four boys screeched. They rushed forward, trying with all their might to push the pink haired man back into the cage, but the two of us were too strong for him. 

The two of us easily pushed the four boys off of us and to the ground. They stayed down, a bit dazed allowing us to make our escape. I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand and ran toward where I saw Carl tied up. With ease, Techno hoisted himself up onto his cherished horse as I untied the prized horse from the post. I handed Techno the reigns before jumping on the animal myself. “Stop! Prisoner!” I heard the voices shout from behind us. “Let’s go Carl!” Techno shouted, giving the animal a swift kick sparking the horse into action. Carl whinnied and began galloping at full speed down the prime path. “NOOOOOOO!” the four voices screamed, fading out of earshot as we rode off toward Techno’s retirement home. 

I let out a breath of relief as Techno’s home appeared in my field of view. Carl came to a stop right outside the front door. Techno quickly hopped off of his pet and tied him to his post. Techno then reached up and helped me off of the animal. The two of us locked eyes as we stood there. I let out a giggle at what had just happened. My laughter caused Techno to laugh as well. “I cannot believe you did that” He admitted, wrapping his arms around my waist, leaning his forehead on my own. I let out a content sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’d do anything for you,” I admitted. His brown eyes stared into my own lovingly. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you,” He mumbled, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto my lips. I let out a giggle, immediately kissing back. “Well I know one way.” I mumbled against his lips. 

Techno pulled back slightly and raised his eyebrow. “And that is?” “Well considering I just betrayed the L’Manberg president, I don’t think I’ll be welcome in their land anytime soon… So you could let me crash here for a while.” Techno let out a chuckle and pecked my lips once more. “Of course,” He hummed, “You’re always welcome here.” I gave my boyfriend a soft smile at his response. “Thank you” “Anytime.”

We stood there for a few minutes before a shiver ran down my spine. “I’m cold” I claimed with a pout on my lips. Techno let out a laugh and rolled his eyes, “Of course you are. Come on, I’ll make you something hot to drink.” Techno let go of my waist and turned toward the front door. “You’re the best” I hummed, reaching forward and intertwining our fingers. Techno brought our hands up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of my hand. “I know… You’re pretty okay too.” He teased, opening the door. I let out a gasp in mock offense, “Excuse you?!” I exclaimed as the two of us made our way to the kitchen, “I literally just saved you from the Butcher Army and this is how you repay me?” Techno led me to a seat and sat me down before turning to the stove and began making my drink, “In that case. I guess you’re pretty cool too… Ya know… For butchering their plans….” 

 There was a silence in the kitchen before laughter came bubbling out of my mouth. “I can’t believe you just made that pun!” I laughed, holding my stomach. Techno threw a smile over his shoulder as he worked. “I figured you would like it.” The laughter slowly died down as I took deep breaths to calm myself. Techno set my favorite mug down in front of me before sitting down beside me. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and a kiss was placed upon my temple. I smiled as I brought my own mug to my lips and took a sip. I let out a content sigh as I rested my head on my boyfriend’s shoulder. “I could get used to this,” I admitted, turning slightly to look at my love. Techno gave me a gentle smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on the top of my head before pulling me closer to him. “So could I”

There you go! I hope you enjoyed!! If so, please be sure to leave a like! Maybe even a reply or a reblog telling me what you liked about it!! Until next time!

[monothemonochrome]

For your consideration (Mono)

It’s that time again!!! Fancuries season! Everyone be doing it so might as well make a little for-your-Consideration post for this years @fancuries. 

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First off! Kinda just wanna direct people to my Toyhouse since i have 3095604060 series and a lot of them i dont talk about as often, even if they do exist lol.  I have left some out since i don’t feel like it’s fair for them potentionally nominated if i don’t have much for them ;v;; hope that makes sense lol doesn’t seem fair. Now... don’t get me wrong... this is gonna be LOOOONGGGGG.... 

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Prime Pretty Cure

My ‘main’ series. It has light/darkness, and elemental thematic, and themes about overcoming and going against expectations. It’s about four evil goddesses who are reincarnated into heroic Cures, and have to go up against the darkness they created basically. A lot of reincarnation fun lol.

(you can read the story here)

Radiant Lumiere / Radiant Lumiere ‘Ray Bennet’ (white/rainbow/pink)  Main-character(?), and a being of pure light. Was basically a princess and now has to deal with living on a new planet, and discovering a lot of new emotions, like friendship lol. They also have to deal with the fact that they are not as Special and Perfect as they think they are.

Cure Splash / Morgan (blue) Salty bitch who loves dancing. Kinda tsundere about friendship, and likes being alone and doing things by herself, but slowly starts enjoying the company of her  new friends lol.

Cure Terra / Beryl (green) Upbeat and cheerful mood-maker. Wild-child and loves being in nature, as well making lucky charms. Cherishes friendship deeply and will do anything for them.

Cure Ember / Hanan (red) Generally level-headed nerd, who struggles with her internal anger issues. Despite not being the first to transform/join, she takes up the leader-role among the group, by virtue of having probably the most braincells,,, aka 2.

Cure Gale / Connie Sokolov (purple) Started out being in the villain’s grasp, some angst, and was saved early on. Very shy and soft, and struggles with big anxiety but she slowly becomes more and more brave, in small ways. Loves drawing, especially landscapes/skies.

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Oyasumi Pretty Cure Z

[Dreams, Sleep, Sky]

A veteran cure needs help to save her home, and to prevent a group of evil cures to put everyone into a deep slumber. Luckily, two teens are here to help!

- Cure Luna / Nemu Yozora (gray+pink) Dumb 12 year old. Very adventurous and full of boundless energy, always out and about, and searching for excitement. Adores her grandma.  - Cure Stella / Mayumi ‘Mayu’ Hoshizawa (yellow) Mature and level-headed, and with a love for fashion and space (among five billion other things). Can get a little too over her head, but is generally kind and protective of others. Falls in love easily. - Cure Cloud / Sayo (blue) Sheep mascot and a 'veteran' Cure (has never been in a true battle, only training). A disaster, and always tries to act stronger and more capable than she is... but in reality is very sensitive and easily scared. She adores hugs and naps. _______________________________________________________

Happy Haunt Pretty Cure

[Halloween and Monsters]

The main character is a regular human idiot who gets isekai-ed to the monster world. She is more like the mascot and somehow is able to give five monsters the powers to become pretty cure :O

- Cure Inferno / Iggy Flamel (red) Laid-back and relaxed demon who just lazes around all day. Always smiling and is hard to read because of it. Can come across as a bit indifferent and passive-agressive at times, and doesn’t really like humans. Loves spicy donuts lol - Cure Vitalis / Cattleya (blue) Lively and hard-working zombie who wants to be helpful to others, and lives with Iggy, as the two share a history and are very close. Cattleya is innocent and a little slow, but always stays optimistic.  - Cure Skelet / Donna Boone (green) Charismatic skeleton working at the local pub (which she often performs at too). Despite being a bit self-absorbed and arrogant, Donna has a sisterly personality and a strong sense of justice, and will stand up for those who can’t. - Cure Arachne / Frida Lace (purple) Creepy nerd spider-girl who is a writer under a secret pen name. Most of the things she does is for ‘inspiration‘. While she seems a little meek, she can  be quite sly and pushy. Has no sense for personal space. - Cure Wolf / Verena ‘Rena’ Lovett (yellow) Large, very strong... but also extremely shy and submissive. Underneath her timid shell, lies a short temper, and when transformed becomes a raging beast (until development hehe). Also loves getting pets.

can’t forget the main character(TM) Kaede Akizuki. She isn’t a cure but just a dumb human who is basically the mascot of the group lol. She is fearless (almost to a dangerous length) and energetic and loves horror. Isn’t all that sad about being stuck in a magical monster world, since she doesn’t have to go back to her shitty retail job. awesome.  _______________________________________________________

Heart~to~Heart Pretty Cure

[Types of Love, Angels, Life and Death, Found Familyyyyyy!!!] 

Two spirits get promised a second chance at life,,,, if they become precure and defeat the source of what is corrupting spirits into attacking the living. Now, they have to pretend to be a mother and daughter... and then their neighbour gets involved too... welp. 

- Cure Dear / Ema (pink) Gentle and sweet, but a bit overbearing at times. She is trying very hard to keep up with the current trends and be ‘hip with the kids‘ but it’s not working. Has to pretend to be Madoka’s mom, but finds Madoka’s attitude difficult to deal with.   - Cure Amity / Madoka (blue) Emotional and stubborn, who, despite claiming she is independent, cares a lot about other people’s opinions. She has a vulnerable side and had trouble opening up to others. Really likes fashion and cute trinkets. Wants to make the most out of her second chance.  - Cure Prayer / Risa (orange) Very early late-addition Cure who is not a spirit. Is just the duo’s nosy neighbour. She appears to be able to have a sixth sense and vaguely sense spirits, which causes her to get involved. Risa is very carefree, has a new job every day, and has all the hot gossip from town. Madoka thinks she’s very cool, unlike Ema lol Ah yes, the series that truly made me kisekae death lol. their design were so hard but hey!! they’re here and i’m proud of them hehe   _______________________________________________________ Tokimeki! PrecureLand!

[Theme Parks, Attractions, Happiness] A magical theme park suddenly appears in our world! But thanks to a villain, it’s missing most of its attractions, and thus can’t collect any funergy to spread happiness around. Oh no!!! This is where the precure come in hehe. dumbasses now have to both look after a theme park and fight evil...  This series actually has a powerpoint lol. it has a lot more info in there! :D

Cure Loop / Henny Vreugdeberg (pink) Quiet but an earnest and creative girl with a special interest in theme parks. Has trouble expressing herself, so she uses her colorful clothing to help. Her catchphrase is 'success.' Cure Bash / Riki Hayami (orange) An outgoing, gutsy, and extremely athletic daredevil who is a vlogger, mostly doing wild challenges. She's kinda reckless at times and not afraid of anything... except ghosts. Cure Twirl / Camellia ‘Cam’ Theodora Gray (green) Cam comes across as mature and charismatic, but secretly looks down on others and is quite arrogant. They are intelligent and business-oriented, and eventually start helping the park from behind the scenes. Secretly is afraid to ride most attractions. Cure Scream / Dolores ‘Dolly’ (blue) The personification of the Fear Bastion attraction that closed down. Dolly's emotions were exploited by the big bad, but she realises he's only using her for his own gain. She's a ghost with a timid and gloomy nature, but will call you a bitch behind your back lol. Royal Parade / Queen Maisie Funfun Festivale Amuse Miracure (purple/rainbow) Extra Hero and basically the 'Mickey Mouse' of PrecureLand. Starts out of a lifeless little toy, but eventually comes back to life. Maisie is very classy and sweet, but can be snooty and a bit old-fashioned. She adores sweets. _______________________________________________________ PHEW... that’s a handful that I at least showed off a bit. but there are so many more series, which i feel i havent shown off much yet (but really should, but that’s for later haha). Don’t be scared to have a look at my toyhouse >3< bye bye! and thank you!! and let’s make this year’s fancuries a good taimu <3